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Six Times a Day Pt. 01

By: spacer x



Part 1: I'm So Tired

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. If you're interested in the illustrated version, contact me. On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you read it once you might want to read it again. 

CHAPTER 1: Introduction (Early September 2002) 

Suzanne Pestridge needed a man. But not just any man. She had her heart set on Alan Plummer, the son of Susan, her best friend and next-door neighbor. Alan had just turned eighteen. His mother Susan still thought of him as a boy, but in fact he was already very emotionally mature for his age.

Suzanne was unhappily married to a rich man named Eric. She'd married Eric near the end of her time in college, when the two of them had been very much in love, but she was now 39 and the love was gone. However, she hadn't divorced him because she didn't want her two children to live in a broken home. 

Eric wasn't a bad man; he was just one of those people who cared more about money than anything else. He spent more and more time at work and less and less time with his wife until finally they stopped having sex altogether. Suzanne didn't think her husband was cheating; he just never had much of a sex drive to begin with. Over the years the two of them had developed different interests and slowly drifted apart. 

When it came to sex they were a bad match because Suzanne was a sexual dynamo. On the outside, her shimmering green eyes radiated a serenity, grace, and sophistication that perfectly reflected her inner personality. But this persona masked a wild and mischievous side. For years she had made up for her husband's lack of attention by finding other lovers.

Given Suzanne's appearance - a perfectly sculpted knockout from head to toe - she had no trouble finding partners to fool around with. She kept her five foot eleven inch frame in great shape by working out every day, but what really grabbed the attention of admirers were her large E-cup sized breasts and the arrestingly deep cleavage between them that she frequently displayed. 

Between her chest, sultry face, and long, curly, dark brown hair with some red in it, so many people compared her to Jessica Rabbit that she had a strong desire to strangle that famous cartoon character.

But as her family grew richer and richer, she grew increasingly bored with her other lovers. About the only people she met lately were other upper class snobs from her part of town. There were many attractive men well versed in having mistresses and lovers, and who knew how to keep such things a secret. But it was all so formulaic that she no longer found any pleasure in it, aside from the pure physical joy of having sex. She craved something more emotional, more forbidden, and unpredictable.

Of all the males she knew, the only one who didn't strike her as greedy, insensitive, and/or self-centered was Alan. He lived with his younger sister Katherine and his mother Susan in the big house next door to Suzanne's. The two mothers were extremely close best friends, and in fact were essentially each other's only friend. 

Susan's marriage to Ron, her husband, was also an unhappy one. He was nice enough, but his job took him overseas for all but a few weeks out of the year. Like Suzanne's husband Eric, Ron was rich because he worked hard, and focused on money. Ron was gone so much that their two children felt like they didn't have a father.

Superficially, Susan was very similar to her best friend Suzanne. Susan also had a big breasted, beautiful body. They had the same height, weight, bra size, and even wore all the same size clothes. But their personalities were quite different, and these differences were reflected in their faces. 

Susan had a pure and innocent look to her that no doubt reflected her strict upbringing. She knew no sex other than the missionary position with her husband, who she had married straight out of high school. She'd never masturbated in her life, as she was taught it was a horrible sin. 

And even though her thirty-seven years made her only two years younger than Suzanne, she looked much younger. It irked Suzanne that when they would go out together Susan would sometimes get carded for alcohol but she never would.

Even their different hairdos reflected their opposite personalities. Both had long dark hair, but Suzanne had hers stylishly curled, with a long teased strand that hung down over her extremely pale skin, but Susan's cut was straight and simple. While Suzanne's hair flowed freely in every direction, Susan kept hers restrained with hair bands. 

In fact, Susan did about everything she could to hide her tremendous beauty. She hid her dark brown eyes behind a pair of bookish glasses, and wore conservative clothing that she hoped would hide her hourglass figure. It was unusual for her to even be seen in short sleeve shirts, despite the year-round heat where they lived in Southern California. Suzanne was flattered when men openly admired her, whereas it offended Susan's sense of morality and proper behavior.

Susan was very proud of her children and raised them well despite the lack of a father's presence. 

Alan in particular was an outstanding child in every way. He was only a senior in high school, yet he already seemed to carry himself with a maturity of someone ten years older. He was extremely intelligent, caring, and friendly, although he was seen as a bit of a nerd as far as friends and hobbies were concerned. He was the kind of person who would gladly help an old lady cross the street because that was the way he was raised. 

He only had one major flaw - a lack of energy. He slept a lot at night, napped every afternoon, and when he wasn't sleeping he often felt tired and lethargic. So his grades weren't as outstanding as some others who worked harder and longer on their homework, but he mostly made up for that with his high intelligence. 

Alan was tall - already six foot one inch - and his body was trying to fill out his recent growth spurts these past few years. He was finally starting to put on more bulk and muscle, and was generally considered good looking. Yet he had low self-confidence and thought himself too gangly. Partly because of this, he had little experience with women and had yet to even kiss a girl.

Few people appreciated Alan's attributes more than Suzanne. She knew every detail of Alan's life as well as his own mother did. She didn't like being around her own husband Eric, who was actually home quite a lot in the evenings, so she went over to the Plummer house nearly every day and evening. She had her own keys to Susan's house, helped Susan with the chores, and did just about everything with the Plummer family except eat dinners and sleep there. She saw Alan so often that he called her "Aunt Suzy." In many ways she was like his second mother, and had been so since he was a baby. 

Additionally, not needing to work, Susan and Suzanne spent a large part of each day talking to each other, and of course they constantly discussed their children. Susan's two children and Suzanne's two children, Brad and Amy were born a little less than a year apart from each other and ended up in the same grade at school. From a young age, each mother heard all the gossip and news about the other's children. Both almost felt as if they were attending high school again along with their children in some ways.

And then there was Suzanne's growing desire for Alan. She had long loved him as much as she loved her own children, but like most everyone else, she considered him a nerd. She had never thought of him in a sexual way until about one year before. One day she was sitting by the Plummer's backyard pool and she happened to glimpse the outline of his erection through his bathing suit. She was amazed to discover that he had a very thick penis that she guessed was about eight inches long. After that, she started checking out his body more often and realized that he was filling out and turning into a man. Since that time, she'd patiently waited until he turned eighteen before starting to seduce him. 

She had given a lot of thought about what she'd do once it was time to start her seduction. Although she could see him all the time, there really was no opportunity for her to be alone with him. Because Suzanne was so close to Susan and the two women kept virtually no secrets from each other, she knew it would be next to impossible for her to keep an affair with Alan secret for long. And if it did happen and was exposed, she would risk losing her best friends: Susan and her two children.

CHAPTER 2 (Monday, Sept. 16)

However, Suzanne was a very clever woman. Her years of extramarital affairs had taught her many practical lessons in duplicity, and she'd come to enjoy cooking up new intrigues. Her target for her next affair was a doctor named Wilt Fredrickson. The fact that he was a physician opened up possibilities in her scheming head.

Furthermore, she understood the personalities of men very well, and had Dr. Fredrickson pegged. He was a nice, moral man, but when it came to sex he clearly fell into the category of "thinking with the wrong head." After just a few not very necessary medical appointments, Suzanne decided he was just the person she needed for her latest scheme. 

Suzanne could tell he was recklessly cheating on his wife. It was also clear to Suzanne's experienced eye that he was regularly sleeping with his pretty nurse too. Furthermore, she probed for gossip about him and discovered he'd had affairs beyond counting. Obviously he took full advantage of his status as a good-looking doctor to elevate cheating on his wife to an art form. Suzanne strongly suspected the reason he became a doctor in the first place was for the opportunities with women it provided.  

Suzanne had known just how to handle him. When she turned on her "come hither and fuck me" look, she always got her man. She'd only met him a few times, all in the past month, but he was already completely wrapped around her finger. He was bursting with anticipation to have sex with her, and now she merely had to figure out how she could best use him.

She thought to herself, All I need to do is get Dr. Fredrickson to diagnose Alan with a sexual ailment that I could help in "curing." I've got the good doctor so hopelessly desperate for sex that he'd practically rob a bank if I promised him sex in return. Certainly I can get him to make up one harmless, little made-up diagnosis. 

I'll get him to say that Alan has to have orgasms constantly, every day. Alan doesn't have a girlfriend now, and since I know his life like the back of my hand, I know he won't be getting a girlfriend any time soon either. So Alan will need "help" before too long, and I'll volunteer! Soon I'll be able to have sex with him all the time, and his mother not only won't mind, but she'll thank me for doing him a vital medical service! 

The key to making her scheme work was some kind of plausible diagnosis that would convince Alan and Susan that Alan needed a regular prescription of good old fashioned fucking. She allowed Dr. Fredrickson to take her out on a couple of dates, and after teasing and kissing him until he was literally panting for more, she brazenly dropped the idea on him: sex in return for one "little favor." 

Despite a show of protest he fell for it completely, as she knew he would, and she played him like a puppet. Once he was on board with the concept, he actually worked with her to refine her ideas and give them more medical plausibility to reduce the chances of getting found out.

Now, everything was ready. In reality, it was a low risk situation for the doctor and for her, a point that helped convince him. If for some reason Alan or his mother didn't buy the set up, she held so much sway with the Plummer family that she was certain she could smooth everything over. Admittedly, there was a chance it wouldn't work out. But if it didn't succeed, she'd find some other scheme until she had what she wanted. She really did always get her man.

Susan escorted her son Alan into Dr. Fredrickson's office. Suzanne had recommended the doctor, saying he was a specialist who might be able to help cure Alan's constant tiredness problem. A few days earlier, Alan had been to the same office to take a battery of tests. 

Dr. Fredrickson talked to him then about hormones and thyroid levels. He said that a hormonal imbalance was often the cause of tiredness, but that such imbalances could now be detected and rectified with the right medication. He was optimistic that he could help Alan and restore his energy to equal that of anyone else his age. The tests were done, and now the doctor wanted to discuss the results with him and his mother.

Dr. Fredrickson's nurse, Akami Fubuki, escorted them to a room and told them to wait for the doctor. 

Alan thought Akami was quite a beauty. He correctly guessed she was half Japanese and half Caucasian, because she had physical traits of both. Her facial features made her look both intelligent and intense, which she was. Alan guessed the raven-haired beauty was in her early thirties. In fact, she looked more like a doctor than the baby faced Dr. Fredrickson did, and the lab coat she wore made her look more like a doctor than a nurse. 

To keep his mind away from his medical appointment, his eyes followed Akami's breasts around the room as she prepared things for the doctor, even though he couldn't see much of them through her coat. 

He thought, Her breasts aren't enormous like Mom's or Suzanne's, but they're generous for a Japanese woman.

But his furtive gazing was interrupted by the entrance of Dr. Fredrickson. "Thank you nurse, that will be all," the doctor brusquely said to Akami as he swept into the room. The nurse got up and left.

The doctor gave his diagnosis to Alan and his mother. "Alan, I have mostly good news, but also some potentially bad news. You do in fact have very irregular hormone levels, but I believe they can be adjusted through treatment. As we can see here" - he took some charts of test results and began showing them to Susan and Alan - "most hormonal levels are normal, but some are extremely low. Look at these results here." 

He pointed to two graphs in particular. Unbeknownst even to nurse Akami, the doctor had come into the office the night before and altered Alan's test results on the computer before printing out the charts.

The doctor went on to give a complicated explanation about Alan's supposed hormone problem. In short, he pointed to the charts and other data to suggest Alan was lacking in sex hormones such as testosterone. He claimed that this in turn was affecting his thyroid levels, and thus making him tired. 

Both Alan and his mother found the explanation logical and reasonable.

Dr. Fredrickson began asking Alan a series of questions, which Alan had no problem answering, until the doctor asked, "What about your sexual activity? Do you mind if I ask if how frequently you engage in sexual intercourse?"

Alan's face turned red in embarrassment. He was raised very conservatively, and as he essentially didn't have a father, he never had a frank "birds and the bees" talk. He knew surprisingly little about sex for someone his age because some of his mother's attitudes on the subject had rubbed off on him. For instance, she hadn't allowed him to attend sex ed class and what little he knew he'd gathered from reading porn stories on the Internet. Susan was so proper and moralistic, he couldn't imagine talking about this kind of thing in her presence, but now she was sitting right next to him.

"Um, I'm a..." was all he was able to get out of his mouth. He stopped talking and bowed his head down.

"Let me answer that question," responded his mother, in a take-charge voice. "Alan is bit embarrassed talking about these kinds of things." 

Alan looked up appreciatively towards her.

"He's never had sexual intercourse, and in fact, he's never really had a girlfriend. He's only eighteen. I know kids are getting, uh, romantically active at younger ages these days, but there are many boys his age in his same boat. I hope you're not insinuating that he is somehow inadequate, because he's a very normal, healthy boy. He has very normal sexual desires, I'm sure. It's just that he hasn't found the right girl yet."

"I'm glad to hear that," replied the doctor, "because this is very relevant to his condition. And please don't be offended, but we need to be frank and honest here. Can either of you tell me how frequently Alan masturbates?"

Now it was Susan's turn to start blushing, as she found even the mention of masturbation far beyond the pale. She in fact had no mental conception of her boy masturbating at all. So she had to ask him, "Alan, can you please answer that question for the doctor? If you masturbate, just nod your head." 

He nodded his head without raising it.

"If you do it more than once a week, on average, nod your head again, okay, Tiger?" Tiger was Susan's pet name for him, dating back to when he was a little boy and he liked to always wear tiger-themed pajamas.

He nodded his head again. "Twice?" More shy nodding. "Three times?" Another nod. "More than once a day?" He nodded again. "Twice a day?" 

His mother was starting to grow incredulous. She never imagined that he masturbated at all. 

In fact he did it twice or more a day almost every day, but detecting his mother's tone, he shook his head no in response to that. He didn't want her to think he was weird.

"So doctor," Susan concluded, "I think we can say between one and two times a day."

"Thank you, Mrs. Plummer," the doctor responded. "That's actually about average for someone his age. Eighteen years old is the sexual peak for men, whereas it is about thirty-six or so for females. Some boys masturbate more times a day than one can practically imagine. Despite what many people think, virtually 99% of boys are frequently masturbating at his age. Alan's level of activity shows he has a healthy sexual drive, which is good news, all things considered."

He added, "Because of that, let me change the discussion to what can be done about his condition. Such low levels of sexual hormones are extremely unusual. I've never seen a case like this. But I did some research after I got the test results, and I've determined there are several possible cures for his condition. One, the usual treatment, would be to give him pills that would boost his sex hormone levels. But I warn that this could have a whole range of unpleasant side effects. For instance, there are decent odds that his breasts would grow large like a female's. Certainly that can be very shameful and hard to hide for someone his age." 

Doctor Fredrickson let that awful possibility hang in the air before continuing. "But there is another possible solution, one that would cause his body to naturally produce more of these hormones." 

He paused, and nervously coughed. Up to this point, everything he said had a grain of truth in it - even Alan's test results were only exaggerated and not completely fabricated. Alan did really have very low thyroid levels, which no doubt explained his energy problem. 


Six Times a Day Pt. 01



But now the doctor was moving into grounds that could cost him his license if his lies were exposed. On the other hand, he figured these lies Suzanne had thought up were at least clever and had a certain logical consistency to them. He mentally crossed his fingers, hoping these two would buy it, and pressed on.

"If Alan can ramp up his sexual activity, it will cause his body to begin producing more sexual hormones. This works in the same way that repeated stimulation of a woman's nipples eventually causes her to lactate, even if she does not have a baby at the time. The body tries to adjust in response to new needs. This process is very dependable." 

The doctor checked the chart, as if confirming his diagnosis."For Alan, I would recommend that he stimulate his penis an average of six times a day. More, if he can. But six is already a great amount, because one missed day would mean twelve the next to make up for it, if you can imagine that. Prolonged stimulation followed by orgasm will cause his body to begin producing more sexual hormones within a matter of weeks. This in turn is almost certainly guaranteed to raise his energy level and will have none of the side effects of using pills, since it is a completely natural process."

Both mother and son were too shocked at this turn of events to respond. 

Alan's mouth actually hung open. SIX times a day?! That's a lot! Every single day?!

The doctor continued, "I know that both of these solutions are not ideal. That's why I originally said that I had both good news and bad news. As your doctor, I would recommend the second solution, if Alan can manage it. The breast growth I mentioned for the first solution is just one of many possible negative side effects, all of which are of a disturbing sexual nature. I'd rather not describe them in detail unless necessary. If Alan can find himself a girlfriend quickly, and one who would be able to help, this second solution could actually be completely pleasurable for him, and virtually unnoticeable as a medical treatment. This is just a change of lifestyle." 

He went on, "On the other hand, some people are morally opposed to masturbation and or sex outside of marriage. So if that's the case, we still have the first solution. Either way, I'm confident we can overcome his problem. But of course the decision is up to you, Alan, and your parents."

Alan and his mother looked at each other. 

Alan was quiet, and then blurted out, "I want the second solution. I don't want to have big womanly breasts or some weird stuff like that. I don't think there's anything morally wrong with sexual stimulation, either. I know it's weird, but I want to be a normal kid, and not be tired all the time!"

His mother looked at him questioningly. Even though she now lived in freewheeling Southern California, she had grown up in a small Midwestern town that had pretty much never heard of the sexual revolution. She'd had a very religious upbringing and had been taught that masturbation was evil, made you go blind, and all that. But she didn't want her son to have his hormones out of whack or grow breasts either.

She smiled in sympathy. "Okay Son, if that's what you want, then that's what I want." She reached out and grabbed his hand and they squeezed hands in support of each other. They smiled at each other as loving mother and son.

CHAPTER 3 

Dr. Fredrickson smiled a broad smile. He thought, That's a relief! It looks like they both bought my bullshit story hook, line, and sinker. That means that incredible knockout Suzanne is gonna be very happy with me. I'm gonna get my reward and fuck her brains out just as soon as these two clueless rubes are out the door, if I can help it. 

But naturally he kept those thoughts to himself and said, "Excellent! I do believe you've made the right choice. However, before you agree, let me warn you about a few other things. For one, you'll be making a long-term commitment. If Alan's level of sexual stimulation returns to current levels, it's likely that his hormone levels will also change back as well. This is one area that isn't fully understood since very few people have undertaken this treatment. It can be that after some time the change will become permanent, but then again it may not. That may be something we can explore in the future by lowering the level of stimulation and see if there's a change. But on the other hand, it may mean this will have to be something he'll need to do for years, if not decades. We just can't tell for sure at this point."

He continued, "Secondly, there isn't much research on this condition or treatment, but from the little there is, it appears that half measures are not usually effective. In other words, averaging only four stimulations a day is unlikely to lead to any effect at all. We'll try six to begin with, and see if that's enough or too much. We can have further appointments to test your progress. But you must average six with little variation. If you are short on one day, try your best to make up for it on the next."

Susan and Alan nodded uncertainly.

He added, "Third, and finally, contrary to popular belief, masturbation is not bad for you. You don't go blind." 

The mother and son smiled nervous smiles at that. 

"In fact, recent studies have shown that frequent masturbation will lower the risk of prostate cancer in later life, an effect that does not occur with a similar level of sexual intercourse. But given the high level of stimulation Alan will now need, if he masturbates himself six times a day, every single day of the year, it could lead to problems with his penis: chafing of the skin, unnatural bends, irregular polyps, and so forth. I highly recommend first, that Alan use KY Jelly or some other form of lubricant, and second, that at least half of the stimulation be done by someone else." 

He continued, "In other words, for at least three of his six times a day, he should get stimulated by a female manually or, even better, orally. That would be ideal. The mouth creates the proper level of friction without so much rough abuse of the skin. And of course sexual penetration is also ideal and has no ill effects on the penis no matter how frequently practiced."

"Oh my God," responded Susan, "That's horrible!" Her shock was a combination of the talk of penis damage, Alan's lack of a girlfriend to assist, and just the idea of masturbation generally. 

One part of her realized the stories of masturbation causing blindness were myths, but she had still internalized the idea that masturbation was wrong and somehow dangerous. This talk of dangerous polyps only gave medical backing to her fears. She also was well aware that her son didn't have a girlfriend and was unlikely to get one soon. "What'll we do?" she said imploringly. "I don't think Alan is anywhere near finding a girl who can help him out like that!"

"I'm sure you can come up with some kind of solution," said the doctor confidently. He thought of Suzanne - after all, she'd explained to him this was her purpose for the whole story. 

His lies were meant to give a thin veneer of respectability that would allow her to seduce her friend's son in the guise of giving him medically needed relief. "See if there's anyone you know willing to help. Perhaps hire someone, if all else fails. Or if you can't find any solution, you can always give up and have Alan take the pills instead."

He went on, "But, and I can't stress this enough, I highly recommend that whatever you do, please be extremely careful about who you tell. I would hesitate even telling other medical professionals. His case is so unusual, it almost sounds like an urban legend. As a professional myself, I know that many can't resist telling others about extremely unusual cases. A doctor has a patient with something highly unusual like a hundred pound goiter, and he tells just a couple of people in strict confidence, and they do the same, and so it spreads. Sometimes such stories even make the newspaper. And if this were to become well known, I don't need to point out how merciless Alan's classmates would be about his treatment. So if you hire a professional, make 100% sure that person will not tell another soul."

Alan couldn't figure out if all of this was a really great thing or really bad thing. I have a feeling that masturbating that much and being forced to do it will take all the pleasure out of it and even turn it into a chore. Plus, I'm not likely to find any girl to help me out any time soon. 

In fact, the pressure of this medical need is gonna make it that much harder for me to find a girlfriend. How absurd would it be to ask a girl, "Could you please pleasure me six times a day? I need it for my medical treatment." No one would agree to that, or even three times a day - that would be completely insane!

Susan's worries increased. She thought, No way am I going to trust a stranger with that secret and turn Alan into a real-life "urban legend" laughingstock. I'm not going to tell a soul - not anyone! Which means Alan will have no choice but to masturbate, and get all those deformities. 

Suddenly, a new and even more disturbing thought occurred to her, as she recalled his revelation that he masturbated every day. "Doctor, how do we know that his um, private part is not already malformed from his, uh, attentions?" The straight-laced mother couldn't even get herself to say the words "penis" and "masturbating."

"We don't," replied the doctor, more thinking aloud than anything else. What does that mean, to keep this charade believable? he thought to himself. He reluctantly told them, "I suppose we'll have to examine Alan's penis now, to use as a later basis for comparison. Alan, please change into a hospital gown, if you don't mind. Then get up on this examination table and put your feet in the stirrups."

Alan was still dressed in his street clothes, since the original idea of the appointment was only to discuss test results. But he changed his clothes, then got onto the adjustable examination table and put his feet in the stirrup attachments.

The doctor put on a pair of gloves and thought more about what he would do next. He figured he had been boxed into examining Alan's penis, but as a straight male who didn't do this kind of thing with his regular ear, eye, and nose patients, he had no desire to do so. In fact, he was rather homophobic. He tried to think of a way out of this.

Alan sat in the stirrups, beet red with embarrassment, while the doctor fiddled with his gloves. The gown was open down his back, and so short in the legs that it left his genitals completely exposed as long as his feet were in the stirrups. Alan head's hung down so he didn't have to make eye contact with anyone. He didn't know which was more embarrassing, being naked in front of his mother, or in front of another man.

The doctor crouched down in front of Alan's crotch, and motioned Alan's mother to come close by as well. "Come over here and sit next to me. You need to see the tell tale signs as well. In fact, why don't you pull those two chairs over?" 

Susan grabbed two chairs, sat in one, and then gave the other for the doctor to sit in. 

They both leaned in towards Alan's penis. 

Susan pretended to be following the doctor's orders, but in fact she closed her eyes tight. She just couldn't bear to look at her own son's penis, even if it was flaccid. She was fairly sure it was some kind of sin. 

Alan's penis was flaccid because he was so embarrassed and even humiliated. That disappointed the doctor, who thought, Damn, it'll have to be erect to be closely examined. Not to mention, it has to be measured to see if his low hormone levels had stunted its growth.

Wait a minute! the doctor suddenly thought to himself. All this stuff about low hormones is made up, but I'm starting to believe it myself! I'm getting so into the lie that I've even tricked myself, so I certainly must have tricked them.

He continued, "Uh, Alan, we need your penis erect so it can be properly examined and measured. Can you get it erect?" Alan was so horrified at that idea that he couldn't even form a response.

The doctor turned to Susan and noticed her closed eyes. "You don't mind, Mrs. Plummer? Can you do something to help him get erect?" 

With the doctor's eyes on her, she was forced to open her eyes and look at Alan's crotch.

He motioned to the mother as if she should grab Alan's penis and make it grow somehow.

"I very much do mind!" she responded in indignation. The mere thought of sitting on a chair and staring at her son's penis from inches away was something she never could have imagined, let alone having to touch it. 

The Plummer household was extremely careful about nudity, and she hadn't seen her son naked since he was a very little boy. Neither had he seen her naked or even partially undressed in all that time. 

She briefly glanced at his penis, and even though it was flaccid, she felt her heart leap into her throat in shock and embarrassment. She turned away to listen to the doctor.

"I understand," said the doctor, "but I assure you it's medically necessary. His penis needs to be checked regularly for abnormalities, and I don't want to have a regular special appointment just for that. This is out of my area of expertise. As your new general practitioner, I don't mind taking on this kind of case, but I've never had to do this before, and frankly I would prefer if you would touch the penis and check it. That way you can do it at home, just like periodic breast cancer checks."

"No! I'm sorry doctor, but I just can't possibly agree with that!" Susan's hands were trembling at the very thought. Her face looked absolutely aghast.

The doctor could see the idea was a no-go. "All right then, let's see..." Ah yes, the nurse. This is what she is for. "If you don't mind, can we bring in the nurse, and she can show you the procedure? I hesitate to bring in more people on Alan's problem, but I see no other choice."

What a relief! thought Susan. I'll do a lot of things for my son's health, but not that! "Yes, please."

The doctor left the room to find the nurse. 

Meanwhile, Susan grabbed Alan's hand and squeezed it in a sign of support. "Be strong, Son. Don't worry, everything is going to be all right." 

Alan finally looked up and into her eyes and smiled. Her encouragement gave him strength to continue with this humiliation, even though her hand was trembling. 

"And never fear," she continued, "I won't let anyone find out about this. It all will work out fine." 

She squeezed his hand again, and stole another glance at his penis. She couldn't help but satiate her curiosity. Damn! I think it's bigger than his father's! She quickly banished the unmotherly thought from her head, and turned away.

As Susan was doing this, the nurse opened the door and walked into the room. 

Susan pulled her eyes away from her brief inspection of her son's crotch, but not before Akami noticed where the mother was staring. 

Akami stared at Susan with a knowing look.

Susan's heart nearly stopped, she was so terrified that the nurse would say something. 

But the nurse just continued to smile, and kept her mouth shut.

Alan also looked at the nurse standing in the doorway, and felt he was falling in love. Or at least lust. She seemed much more sophisticated and sexy than the girls at school. He knew how absurd the idea of such attraction was, and assumed that Akami would never give him a second glance, but he couldn't help his feelings.

CHAPTER 4 

Dr. Fredrickson came back in. Akami put on a pair of gloves as the doctor explained the basics about Alan's condition. The nurse's involvement was not part of Suzanne's original plan. Suzanne had Dr. Fredrickson swear to complete secrecy, and no doubt she would be upset to find out that he'd told someone else already. 

The doctor knew that Akami could be trusted not to tell anyone else because, he thought, She's kept my affair with her completely secret, for one. But what will she think or do with the information herself? Surely as a medical professional, she'll have doubts about the whole made-up story. Is she going to give me a hard time about this later?

Finally, everything was ready. Alan still sat in the stirrups with his flaccid penis exposed for three adults to see. This time, Akami sat in the doctor's chair, and Susan was told to take the chair next to it, and Dr. Fredrickson stood behind.

"Alan," said the doctor, "before the nurse can proceed, you need to make your penis erect. Can you do that right now?"

Alan thought, Who is he kidding?! How can I do that on command, with three people staring at me, including my own mother? He just frowned and looked desperately around the room, as if he could find a hole to climb out of and escape.

"Can you think of something sexy?" said the doctor encouragingly. But the idea was obviously a no-go, judging from Alan's face. So he suggested, "Perhaps you'd like some privacy? Or we can come back when you're ready?"

"No," said Alan, wincing with embarrassment. "I just can't touch myself... there... in, uh, outside my house. I'm too... Sorry, I just can't!"

"That's okay," the doctor said consolingly. "Would you mind if the nurse stimulates you?" 

Alan was too shocked to even respond to that.

The nurse herself raised a curious eyebrow. Dr. Fredrickson had told her a little bit just before she came in, but she didn't fully understand what was going on.

The doctor took the ensuing silence for a yes. "I'm sorry Alan and Mrs. Plummer, but I see no other solution. Do you see one, Mrs. Plummer?" 

Susan was too stunned to speak. 

"No? Well then, let's try to hurry this up. Your appointment is already taking much longer than expected. Akami, if you would please...?"

Few normal doctors would ask such a thing of their nurses, but Dr. Fredrickson didn't see the situation like most, especially since he was fucking Akami on a daily basis. He enjoyed having her suck his penis almost more than fucking her. He knew she certainly wouldn't mind the sex act, and he hoped he'd dropped enough hints before they came in for her to understand this was no ordinary situation.

Akami did give Dr. Fredrickson a queer look, but she knew she couldn't ask questions in front of the others. Without saying anything to anyone, she simply grabbed Alan's penis and began rubbing it. At first, she started rubbing it gently, at the base. Being a bit clueless about why she was doing this, she decided it would be safest to act like this was just another medical procedure.

But Alan's dick initially failed to revive. His mind was too frazzled to fully comprehend what was happening. Like a minute ago I was just thinking that I was falling in love with Akami, and now she's suddenly holding my penis? Unreal! This isn't happening!

Akami saw this as more than a bit demeaning, and wanted to get it over with quickly. She realized her emotionless and clinical approach wasn't going to work.

So she smiled reassuringly and she said to Alan in a very soothing voice, "Just close your eyes and relax. Imagine sexy things. Imagine me naked, if you think that will help. Would you like me to get naked? I will, if you want me to. Do you want me to take off my shirt and my bra, and expose my breasts to your eyes? Would you like to-"

The doctor interrupted her. "Thank you very much, nurse. It looks like you have been successful." He almost added, "as usual," but luckily stopped himself in time. 

Sure enough, Alan's penis was sticking out its full length in a matter of seconds, thanks mostly to Akami's suggestive words. 

Akami realized that the doctor purposely cut her off before she got too nasty with her talk. She loved slutty talk during sex, but understood now wasn't the best time, especially with the obviously prudish Mrs. Plummer sitting next to her. She removed her hands from Alan's erection.




Six Times a Day Pt. 01



From where Susan was sitting, she could just see Alan's penis between his leg and the nurse leaning forward. She was beside herself with shock, but also strangely fascinated. It IS bigger than my husband's! she realized.

"Very good," the doctor said in a passionless voice. "Now we should proceed with the abnormality check. Mrs. Plummer, as you can see, Akami will now start at the base." 

Akami took one hand and placed it at the base of the cock, while her other hand resumed rubbing his penis at the sensitive spot near the tip. 

The doctor narrated, "She will use her thumb to press against every bit of the surface, and check for polyps or anything else, like an unusual protrusion. Her other hand, I suppose... is making sure that the erection is steadily maintained."

Akami's other hand was doing just that, repeatedly pressing on the most sensitive and arousing spot for males, on the underside of the penis just below the penis head.

Dr. Fredrickson thought disapprovingly to himself, That isn't really necessary at this point Akami, but if you ask a horny bitch to rub a cock, she's going to do a thoroughly good job about it! 

Suzanne had asked him to tell them a story about "checking for abnormalities" so that could serve as a foot in the door for her helping with Alan's penis in the future. But the doctor didn't count on having Akami actually perform it in front of them. 

Alan thought, This is insanity! Am I going out of my mind, or is this a dream, or a nightmare, or what?! I can't believe my mom is sitting right here. I can't even stand to look at what she's doing. If I cum, I'm gonna die of shame. But how can I not cum this very second, the way Akami is fondling me? He struggled with all his might to control himself, but he didn't know how. The best he could do was keep his eyes closed and try to think unsexy thoughts, but that was nearly impossible because he was simply too aroused. 

Akami proceeded to press her thumb against every part of Alan's penis, as if she was making a pattern around the sides of a clay jar. As she moved up towards the tip, she moved her other hand towards the base and began pumping her fist up and down it. The penis in her soft hands was growing wet with pre-cum, which allowed her fingers to slide all over it more easily.

Might as well make the most of the opportunity, she thought. This is a nice dick. She'd never touched a penis in her several years of professional duties as Dr. Fredrickson's nurse, except of course for Dr. Fredrickson's. She figured the chance might not come again soon.

Her experience with handjobs was coming in handy, as she was able to keep Alan right on the verge of orgasm without actually pushing him over it. A couple of times, she had to squeeze the base of his penis to stop him from cumming, but he was so out of it that he didn't even realize that's what had held him back. 

He was in exquisite agony, as she took her sweet time to complete the "procedure." He kept his eyes shut tight to forget all the people staring at him, and the intense feelings she was making him experience soon pushed his embarrassment out of his mind. 

Before long, Akami had finished exploring every last bit of his erection, which meant that technically speaking, the procedure was over. But since the doctor didn't tell or motion her to stop, she kept stroking. Only now she didn't even make a pretense of performing a medical procedure, and increasingly did it just for Alan's pleasure, and her own. She'd never been in such a situation before, but found it quite arousing. She had to fight to try to keep her breathing at least somewhat normal, if only for appearances.

Susan meanwhile was extremely agitated. She'd never had an incestuous thought in her life. But staring at her son's penis being jacked off only a few feet away was beginning to have the inevitable, natural effect on her libido. She was even more aghast to see all the pre-cum dripping, and hear the sound of Akami's hands sloshing and squishing through all that sexual fluid.

Susan was in denial, mentally refusing to even contemplate the thought that she could be turned on by her son's big erection. She ignored the fact that her nipples were painfully hard and her panties were getting wet. Instead, she told herself, I'm merely curious to make sure there's nothing wrong with my son's sexual organs. That's no sin, is it? Isn't it my responsibility as a parent to make sure everything is okay... down there?

The fact that it's so... big... and throbbing... Well, that really, never mind about that. I just need to check on this procedure, which, if I didn't know better, looks awfully sexual. 

She kept staring at it, and then turning away. But after a while it became clear no one was paying attention to what she was looking at, least of all Alan who still had his eyes firmly shut, so she started gawking more openly. 

She unconsciously squatted down behind Akami to have a better look. She continued to move her head closer and closer, as if she was a perfectly attentive student of the procedure. The squishy sound of Akami's hands sliding up and down seemed as loud as the roar of a train engine to her. The wet stain on her panties grew larger. 

The doctor continued to ramble on about what to look for, unnatural bends and so forth, but in fact, Susan couldn't focus on his words. He could have been speaking Swahili, for all she knew. Soon, her mouth was only about a foot from the tip of her son's penis. 

She began to idly think, It's so close. I could almost reach out and touch it. Just like what the nurse is doing. ... No, not like that! That's too sexual. But just to touch it, just to see... Do penises really get this big? I thought my husband's was typical, but this is maybe twice the size of Ron's! 

But right then, she noticed that all movement had stopped. She came out of her mental fog enough to hear the doctor say to the nurse, "Thank you, Ms. Fubuki. Sorry for making you go through that." 

Akami pulled back and sat back in her seat. She was so excited that she couldn't hide her panting, nor the flushed look on her face. It wasn't every day she got to play with a teenaged boy's privates, let alone in front of an audience like this. 

Susan sat back so as well, in imitation. She was still completely transfixed by Alan's erection though, so she didn't even notice how blatantly aroused Akami was. 

Alan had kept his eyes closed the entire time. Dang! I have to cum so bad! Why did she have to stop right then? I was so close! ... But on the other hand, there's Mom. It's probably a good thing we stopped. Where would the cum go, for one thing? Why, it would probably just fly in the air and hit Akami in the face, since she's so close I can feel her breath on me.

He found the idea of that happening intensely arousing and had to steel himself from cumming, even though he wasn't being stroked any more. 

Finally, he regained some semblance of control over his still very excited erection. He opened his eyes up and looked around. He noticed Susan was intently staring at the ceiling. Huh, that's funny. Akami and Mom both look like they're, well ... bothered or something. Embarrassed? Is that why their faces are red and they're huffing and puffing like that? Did I do something wrong? Maybe my mom is angry with me? But why? I'm just following orders. 

The doctor seems pretty calm and collected, though. That was weird, though. Was that really some kind of medical procedure? I hope the doctor's not gay. 

Dr. Fredrickson in fact stood a ways off and had tried to look in the direction of Alan's penis as little as possible. He was very uncomfortable with the whole situation, but the lure of Suzanne's voluptuous body still drove him on. 

The doctor said, "That completes the examination of the penis. Naturally, Alan felt some arousal, but that can't be helped, since the penis is such a sexually sensitive organ. However, it is also important to periodically check the scrotum. One must be particularly careful about testicular cancer, but there is a way to check for that..."

Before too long, Akami's hands were on him again, this time focusing on his testicles. 

Alan had grown flaccid upon seeing all the people around him, but Akami's renewed attentions soon took care of that. In all the times he'd masturbated, he'd never played with his balls, but now he found they could be a very powerful erogenous zone. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and again found his mind overwhelmed by sheer pleasure. 

A couple times, the doctor asked Alan to cough. He was trying to keep up at least a vague pretense that a scrotum check was being conducted. 

However, Akami had other ideas. She used one hand to massage his balls and the other began stroking his penis again. 

Neither Alan nor his mother stopped to consider why she was doing this, since there was no real need to maintain his erection at this point, but both of them were having an incredibly difficult time thinking straight about anything.

Again, Akami took many times longer than such a check would normally take. She still didn't understand why the doctor wanted her to do this, but now that she'd started she wanted to have fun with it. Several times, he coughed or gave her sharp looks to try to get her to stop, but she pretended not to notice his subtle signals.

Alan and Susan were lost in their own worlds and completely oblivious about the non-verbal battle going on between doctor and nurse. 

Finally, just as Alan felt he could take no more and would shoot his jism all over the crowded room, the doctor announced that the testicular check was done. There was no way Akami could avoid that, so her hands reluctantly brought their rubbing to a halt. 

Soon the situation was back to normal. The mood of forbidden sexual excitement in the room slowly faded. 

Alan was incredibly relieved that the doctor asked him to put his underwear back on.

Dr. Fredrickson had let all the stroking and fondling go on so long mostly to test Susan's reaction. He could tell she was aroused, but just how much? He couldn't help but notice the great curves under all her clothes and wondered if it might be possible to somehow lay her too. Hot damn! Between Suzanne and Alan's mother here, I don't know if I've ever seen two sexier women in my life. And that's with all these layers of clothes still on. What would either of them look like naked? I shudder to think. But unfortunately Susan here is married and I don't know how to deal with the prudish and faithful types. If only I could take advantage of her obvious intense lust right now, but how? 

The doctor lectured to Alan and Susan while Alan finished putting all his clothes back on. He explained more about the need for periodic checkups. He said that both of them should come back in a month, and they would take more hormonal tests. They could discuss the results by phone a few days after that. Then they would continue with monthly appointments for the time being. He didn't mention anything more about the need for more home penis abnormality checks, to the great relief of Susan in particular.  

He then happily pronounced that Alan's penis did not appear to be abnormal in any way, and that everything about it was fine, including its length. But then, in saying that, he realized that they had forgotten to measure it. 

He thought to himself, I have to admit, this is all really turning me on. I guess I'm just a randy goat, like everyone says. I especially liked seeing the looks on the faces of Akami and Alan's mother. Susan is so gorgeous, and the way she looks so painfully tortured but secretly aroused by her own son is such a turn on. I wish I had a picture of how she looked when I asked her to touch her son's penis. I must be a twisted fuck, but why don't I just drag this out a little more? I'll say we have to measure the penis, and hey, we can even ask for a sperm sample. And who knows, if I keep stoking Susan's fire through her son, maybe I'll eventually get a piece of her myself.

In an authoritative doctor's voice, he said, "Sorry, Alan, it just occurred to me we need to measure your penis. We forgot to do that. Could you please take off your pants again?"

To his horror, Alan realized he would need to get hard again. As he took off his pants and shorts for the second time and exposed his flaccidness, he took a look at Akami. 

She smiled at him and winked. "Would you like me to help you with that?" she asked seductively. "We'll have to measure its full length, correct, doctor?"

"Correct," Dr. Fredrickson said in a neutral tone. "Oh, and I'm being so forgetful today. Naturally, we'll need a sperm sample as well."

Alan was half hard by the time Akami put her hands back on his dick. It grew completely hard not long after. 

Alan was puzzled. He thought the point was to measure his erection, but now that he was fully erect, Akami just continued stroking and stroking.

Dr. Fredrickson, trying to draw things out some more, said to Akami, "Nurse, make sure he's at his maximum length." He turned to Susan. "A lot of people assume that a male reaches the same length with each erection. Not true. One erection can be significantly longer and harder than another. We need the absolute maximum for our records."

"I see," Susan said, her voice quivering with excitement. She was completely transfixed by the site of Akami's hands sliding up and down, up and down, hypnotically. She no longer paid any attention to who might notice her staring. Her nipples were so erect they hurt. (That actually validated the doctor's point in her mind, because she guessed that her nipples were more erect than they'd ever been before).

Akami face drew so close to his penis that he could feel her increasingly ragged breath on it. 

The doctor said, "Nurse, why don't you, uh, say some suggestive things to make sure we get the best measurement." 

"Yes, doctor," she replied clinically. Then her voice turned to complete lust as she said to Alan, "Kiddo, you've got a really nice dick here. I just love to stroke it. It looks tasty, too. Phew" - she exhaled loudly and strongly, making sure the air blew right onto the sensitive skin at the top of his erection. "I wonder what it would be like to put it in my mouth. What if I sucked on it like a lollipop, would you like that? Would you shoot a big load down my-"

"THANK you!" Dr. Fredrickson interrupted rudely, shutting Akami up. He'd been closely watching Susan's reaction, and it looked like she was so shocked by Akami's words that she was about to pass out. He knew things had gone too far too fast, so he tried to tone it down. He added in a more normal voice, "I think we can definitely say it's at maximum length, or close to it. Time to measure, but damn! Where's my ruler? Just a second, I think it's in the other room. Please keep him like that till I get back. I'm so forgetful today."

After the doctor left, Akami gave Alan a sexy wink. She kept on stroking with one hand, and fondling his balls with the other. 

Alan hadn't been thinking about Akami's feelings, he cluelessly assumed she was just a nurse doing her job. But between the wink and her arousing words, it suddenly occurred to him that the whole procedure might be more than a little exciting for her in some way as well. For a complete virgin like Alan, this was easily the most sexual experience he'd ever had. He was staggered by that realization that he was somehow giving someone else sexual pleasure as well.

Susan's breath had become ragged. She was fascinated at the way pre-cum was now dribbling out of the tip of Alan's penis so much that it seemed like he'd climaxed already. The only times she ever made love to her husband was in the dark in the missionary position, mostly because she'd been raised to believe that the only permissible sex was that which could possibly lead to procreation. She'd never given her husband a single hand job or blowjob, so she was unfamiliar - and completely fascinated - by such sights. 

The doctor quickly returned, to everyone's disappointment. (He was worried Alan would climax before the measurement could be taken.) He took out a ruler and gave it to Akami. 

Akami had devilish timing. It seemed to Alan that if she would have stroked him another second or two, he would have completely emptied his balls of all his cum. But for long moments she merely held him lightly at the tip while she measured his penis.

She finally announced, "Seven and three-fourths inches, doctor. Maybe seven and seven-eighths."

"Let's call it eight," the doctor said generously. 

Alan himself didn't know until that moment how long it was. I guess that's better than normal, he thought to himself, not really sure what normal was. He had some vague notion that six was average, but on the other hand, all the boys in the porn stories he read on the Internet seemed to have nine or ten inch ones, and even though he figured there was some exaggeration there, the stories had left him with the impression that penises that long were a lot more common than they really were. 

Susan decided Alan was about three inches longer than her husband's, which was the only other penis she was at all familiar with. But Alan's erection was not just longer, it was a lot thicker.

Susan still looked like she was on the verge of a complete freak out. So, as much as Dr. Fredrickson got his jollies from sexually torturing her by proxy, he realized he couldn't push his luck too much. He told Alan to put his pants back on again. Then he gave him a cup and told him that he could use the bathroom to produce a sperm sample. The doctor figured that to have Akami help create the sperm sample right in front of Susan would definitely be way over the lines of decorum.

Alan waddled off to the bathroom, and was able to get off literally in seconds. Just a few minutes earlier he'd said he couldn't masturbate in a strange place, but he was so worked up by now that he didn't even stop to think about that kind of problem. All he had to do was think about Akami's fingers around his penis and he began shooting his cum into the cup. 

Interestingly, he gave little or no thought about his mother. For years now, he'd considered her off limits as an object of masturbatory fantasy. He might have felt differently if he had some glimmer of how intensely she'd been staring at his penis, but his eyes had been closed throughout most of his examination, or he'd been staring at Akami and her hands.

He did think of Susan after he was done, but only in terms of guilt. She was so prudish and religiously conservative that he had a strong feeling that he'd have to suffer through a long lecture about the evils of masturbation and sex in general all the way home.

CHAPTER 5 

Alan and Susan gave their thanks to the doctor and walked out into the waiting room, where they figured they would set the time for the next appointment with the receptionist. But to their surprise, there was no receptionist. What was even more surprising was that Suzanne was there instead, reading a magazine in the waiting room.

"Suzanne!" said Susan, in sudden and great embarrassment. She immediately thought about Alan's new medical arrangement, and wondered what Suzanne would think if she knew. Will I have to tell her? How can I keep it a secret from my best friend when I tell her all my secrets? Oh, how dreadful! I think I'll just die. How can I tell that I stared at Alan's... Oh, I can't even think about it! 

Susan's face grew red as she considered the implications. So did Alan's. Little did they know how much Suzanne already knew.

Suzanne stood up and smiled happily. "Surprised to see me, eh? I'm not surprised to see you. I wanted to know exactly how my idea of Alan seeing Dr. Fredrickson about his problem went. I scheduled my own doctor's appointment right after yours, so I could hear it immediately and straight from the horse's mouth."




Six Times a Day Pt. 01



"Uh, that's great," said Susan slowly, stalling for time. "Thanks. ... Uh, for your concern." 

She was furiously trying to think of what she would tell her best friend. She was grateful that no one else was around because she felt like sin was clearly written on her face. In fact it was after 5:00 p.m., since their appointment had taken much longer than the few minutes it was supposed to.

"So what's the verdict?" Suzanne asked the two of them eagerly, pretending not to notice their great awkwardness. "Don't keep me waiting! Does the doctor have a cure for Alan's problem?"

That question made both Alan and Susan blush. Neither had the guts to explain. 

Suzanne prodded, "You were in there a long time, Sweetie." (That was her affectionate nickname for Alan.) "What were you doing all that time?"

I imagine I shouldn't say that the nurse was rubbing my penis off and on for about 20 minutes, thought Alan to himself. God, she basically gave me a handjob. How do I explain that to Aunt Suzy?

"It went well!" he said suddenly, as he plastered a big, fake smile on his face and tried to bluff his way through. "The doctor said that I could be treated, and that I would be having a lot more energy in a short time, even though the treatment would be a bit, uh, unusual..." He began to frown and blush as he considered that thought.

"Wonderful!" screamed Suzanne. She immediately hugged Alan, and then Susan. Naturally, neither of them realized just how happy Suzanne really was, because Alan's comment about the unusual treatment told her that they had successfully fallen for her six orgasms a day scheme. Soon I won't be just hugging him, she thought to herself. He's going to be mine. All mine!

She pulled back from her hugs, and said with a suddenly serious face, "But what's this about unusual treatment? What are they going to do to you, Sweetie?" she asked Alan with false naiveté, as she put her face close to his, and brushed his hair out of his eyes in a motherly fashion. 

Both Alan and Susan looked at each other. The same thought was on their minds - what to tell Suzanne? 

Suzanne was like Alan's second parent - much more so than Alan's own father. Alan even frequently called her "Aunt Suzy," although she wasn't actually related. The thought hadn't crossed anyone's minds to consult Alan's father about their decision today, and he probably couldn't have been reached by phone overseas any time soon even if they tried. 

Alan and Susan both knew that there was no way that the truth could be kept from Suzanne for long. Once she wanted something, she almost always got her way, and she clearly wanted to know about their appointment. But both were too shy to actually explain at that moment, especially since they were in a public place.

Susan and Alan exchanged knowing looks with each other, and then Susan said to Suzanne, "It's quite top secret. Can you promise to keep a secret, and I mean, swear utterly honestly that you won't tell another soul?"

"Of course!" She feigned cluelessness. "What's all this about? What could it possibly be that requires all the secrecy?"

Just then, Akami opened the door to the waiting room. 

Susan jumped a little in fright. 

The nurse said, "Mrs. Suzanne Pestridge? The doctor is ready to see you."

Suzanne turned to Akami and said brightly, "That's me!" She then turned to the other two and said, "I have to go. Can I ask the doctor about it? I'm sure he can explain the medical details better than anyone."

Alan and his mother looked at each other again, made another nonverbal communication of agreement, and then Susan said, "Okay, but afterwards come straight to our place so we can discuss this further. I'm really kind of up in arms and I... Well, I'll explain it to you later."

"Okay," said Suzanne happily, and then kissing them both on the cheek, she left the room with Akami.

Susan was greatly relieved. If the doctor broke the news to Suzanne, that meant she didn't have to. She prayed though, that the doctor kept his explanation clinical. 

CHAPTER 6 

Akami put Suzanne in the same room where Alan and Susan had just been, and told her the doctor would be with her shortly. She then went off and found Dr. Fredrickson in his private office.

"Wilt," Akami said, using the doctor's first name in a quiet and polite voice, "that patient Suzanne Pestridge is waiting for you. But before you go in there" - her voice suddenly changed to a pissed off tone, even as she kept the volume down - "will you tell me just what the fuck is going on?"

The doctor looked up at her, but not in surprise - he knew that this was coming sooner or later.

Lacking an immediate response from him, Akami continued, "We're next to a nursing home, and almost all your patients are old. But then suddenly you have this young man, and now this sexy woman, scheduled back to back. And they're scheduled right when the receptionist left early, and this patient is here after hours to boot. I just checked and there's no paperwork on either of their cases. None at all! Not to mention, rubbing a penis is hardly normal procedure for an ears, nose, and throat specialist like yourself! You warned me to 'roll with the punches' but I wasn't expecting THAT!" 

She asked with increasing indignation, "What the hell is going on? Don't tell me that was a normal check up you just did. Some bizarre story about how that young man has to orgasm six times a day, which I've never seen in any medical literature, and then you have me rub his penis for such a long time! Not that I minded that last part at all. But you've never done anything remotely like this!"

The doctor replied, "You're right about all that. And you're a pretty smart woman, so can you figure out what it all means?" He sat back, steepled his fingers under his chin in a thoughtful pose, and watched Akami.

"Hmm," said Akami, still in an angry huff. "This woman, Mrs. Pestridge, she seems to know the other two quite well. I overheard that they're going to let her know about his secret, which surprised me. It seemed like she already knew something though. Her reaction was strange, and ... too happy. I guess ... maybe ... Maybe she got you to make up the whole story in the first place. And you agreed, because... I guess, she is pretty damn hot, and doubtless she promised you sex in return."

"Bingo," said Dr. Fredrickson. "You're a smart cookie. You don't mind, do you? You know you're far from the only one I have sex with. Amongst others, there's the little matter of my wife. This woman will get what she wants from me, and then move on."

"Yeah, I realize that," said Akami. "But I can still be pissed off about it! Especially because this is such a violation of your professional code of ethics. You've never done anything like this before! In spite of your sleeping around on your own time, we run a very professional outfit here."

The doctor replied in a chagrined tone. "I know. I'm kind of shocked myself that I agreed to do what she wanted. But can you show me any straight male who would turn down a request from that woman Suzanne? And think about it. The way I figure, no one is being hurt here. Think about why Mrs. Pestridge wants the story spun in the first place."

Akami deduced the case some more. "Let's see - he has to ejaculate six times a day. No one will know, probably, except the mother and her friend Suzanne. So the mother will have to get the other woman to sexually assist the son sooner or later, given the way you presented the whole situation."

"Bingo again," smiled Dr. Fredrickson. "The young man is shy and has never even kissed a girl. So he'll be happy. He'll get to sleep with an incredibly beautiful, sexually experienced woman. If he knew what I was doing for him, he'd probably name his firstborn after me, ha-ha!" 

Akami frowned skeptically.

He continued, "The woman, Mrs. Pestridge, told me she has had a series of unsatisfying affairs and is in love with Alan. So she'll be happy. It's win-win for everyone. And it will be done in a way so that the mother Susan not only won't be upset, but she'll be positively appreciative of her friend's help. The odds of getting caught are nearly zero, because she's in on it and can influence whatever the other two think. I have to admit, it's a pretty brilliant plan. So why not? No harm, no foul, right?"

"But will those two really buy it? Are they that dumb?"

"No. Susan's only of average intelligence but Alan's pretty smart. He's in the gifted track and all that. However, Suzanne says not to worry because they're both very moral and trusting. And don't underestimate how much people implicitly trust doctors. But if all else fails, Suzanne says she's got it covered." 

"Hmm," Akami huffed. "It's a good thing you're not as scheming as that wily woman. Otherwise, you'd get yourself a young clientele and be fucking every patient that came in the door before long."

"Be careful giving me such ideas, heh-heh!" he interjected, amusing himself.

"And," she continued, "I don't want to share you with anyone, your wife be damned." She came around to his chair as she said this, and slid her arms around him. "Actually, I find the whole idea of what you're doing to this kid kind of hot. Especially when you let me jack him off. However, if you want my silence and cooperation, there's one thing you'll have to do."

"What's that?"

"I enjoyed torturing that boy today, especially in front of his mother. It made me want to do all kinds of nasty things, and right away. So send that redhead schemer away! Tell her you'll do her some other time. ... That's one thing. There are actually two things. The second thing is, I want to play with the boy some more. Tell them that I've taken charge of this case, and allow me to have fun with them in the future. And we'll have lots of appointments! That'll be another win-win. I saw how uncomfortable you were with the idea of having to touch him there." She grabbed his penis through his pants as she said "there" to emphasize the point.

The doctor was pleased at her relatively light terms, as she really had him over a barrel. "Okay, as long as you can keep it cool, okay? No fucking him in front of his mother or anything like that. We don't want her to snap and call the authorities, right?"

"No problem," she replied as she ran her hands over his chest. "I just like torturing and teasing him, especially with her watching. I've never done that before. I promise you, I'll be as cool as a cucumber."

He ran his hand over her face and down her arm. "No you won't! You're a sex maniac."

As if to prove his point, she stepped back, began unbuttoning her clothes, and taking off her bra. "So what if I am?" Akami said defiantly as she grabbed at one of her boobs.

The doctor heaved a sigh at the beauty of his tempting nurse. "Cucumbers certainly aren't cool by the time you're done with them. But okay, we'll be in on this together. This is so much more interesting than all those old women with their runny noses, don't you think?"

He got up and went to talk to Suzanne and send her away. He had a hard time getting his boner not to show. 

Akami finished taking her bra off and began masturbating before he even left the room. That was smoking hot today! Alan was so innocent that teasing him couldn't be more devilishly fun. I'll be great to it again, plus a lot more. And Wilt is a cad, but he's my cad. I can't wait for the good doctor to come back here and give me the love injection I so desperately need! 

CHAPTER 7

Susan and Alan got in their BMW and drove away from the doctor's office. Neither could quite believe what had happened. Both had a lot of thoughts buzzing around their heads, and neither spoke to the other for a while. 

Susan was mostly thinking about the wisdom (or lack thereof) in telling Suzanne everything. She hoped the doctor toned it down and didn't describe how long her son's penis had been stroked by the nurse. But images of that stroking kept intruding on her thoughts. She didn't really consciously think of it as her son's penis, per se. She was just so blown away by the idea of any penis being massaged at all, that she couldn't get past that. 

She hadn't had any sex in a very long time. Her husband was home a month a year at the most. When he did come home, they had sex, perhaps, on the night he returned, and that was it. But it was entirely going through the motions, the way some people feel obliged to go to church once or twice a year, for Easter and Christmas. And because of the way she was raised it was the most vanilla sex imaginable, with the missionary position the only allowed position.

Unlike her naughty best friend Suzanne, Susan had hardly even given a thought to having an affair. Several years earlier, Suzanne had picked someone out for Susan and pushed her to have an affair, but Susan found she couldn't go through with it. She had been conditioned against it far too strongly. She really didn't miss her husband sexually that much when he was on his long trips because she honestly didn't think about sex that much.

So what happened in the doctor's office ignited the first truly intense sexual feelings Susan had felt in years. About the only exciting erotic moments she'd had in recent years was when Suzanne would, in the strictest of confidence, tell all the intimate details of her affairs. But that wasn't the same thing as seeing a real live penis up close. 

She was so absorbed by these problems that she hardly gave any thought to the wisdom of choosing one of the doctor's "solutions" for Alan's "problem" over the other, or foregoing the whole thing. She didn't even consider the possibility that the doctor had been putting them on. After all, virtually everyone instinctively trusts a doctor, especially when the doctor has a nurse who is in complete agreement.

Alan also didn't question what had happened, because he was so sexually blown away. All he could think of was Akami. He had developed a sudden crush on her. That was no surprise given that he'd never even been kissed and suddenly found himself being jacked off by a beautiful woman. Holy Cow. That was beyond my wildest imaginings. Her wise and piercing eyes are incredibly attractive. True, I couldn't see a whole lot of her body through her nurse uniform, but I'll bet every inch of her is beautiful just the same. I can't wait until my next appointment already! I just hope Mom doesn't have to go. Well, at least Mom isn't giving me her usual lecture about the evils of sex. 

He looked over at her. She seems a bit wigged out, to be honest. She's probably really going to tear into me later. 

I can't believe it'll take a whole month! he thought over and over in the car.

On the other hand, he also felt incredibly embarrassed and ashamed by what had just happened. And that made him think about his future situation, because it occurred to him that he probably had more embarrassments in store. For one thing, he would have to find some female to help him out with his sexual stimulation every single day. Rather than finding this idea exciting, he found it depressing, because he foresaw nothing but rejection. 

The main reason he had never kissed a girl was because he was only attracted to one girl at his school. Her name was Christine Anderssen, and they were reasonably good acquaintances, since they shared most of the same classes. But he hadn't let on at all that he was interested in her, and he was convinced that she wasn't romantically interested in him. She was both very beautiful and intelligent, so much so that he was convinced she was "out of his league." 

No doubt, Mom will insist I immediately ask someone out. What will I do? How can I get out of it? It'll be a miracle if Christine wants to go out with me in the first place. The idea that she would then ever agree to sexually satisfy me three or more times a day is completely laughable!

So most of his brain was occupied with that conundrum. The idea of having to orgasm six or more times a day was so bizarre and unreal that Alan didn't think about it much, or ponder the implications.

His mother, though, was already thinking ahead in at least one respect. Rather than drive home directly, she directed the car toward the local multimedia superstore. As they were getting close to it, she finally spoke.

"Tiger, are you okay with this? I know it must have been a really strange doctor's visit for you. I know it was for me. But I'm sure the doctor knows what he's doing." She looked shell-shocked as well as concerned while she spoke to him.

"Yes," answered Alan in a flat tone. He was still rather shocked, too.

"Yes, you're okay with this?"

"Yes," he said again. "It's just, I dunno... so weird. Like what that nurse Akami did to me today. I didn't know they did that in doctor's offices!"

"I didn't know that either," said his mother with great understatement. "But when you think about it, what else could be done? They did have to check all those things since your treatment involves your... you-know-what. You're lucky that as a man you don't have to go to a gynecologist, because doctors are forced to do extremely intimate things to us women sometimes, too. And more often than not it's done by a male doctor. Though luckily I've always managed to avoid that, thank the Lord. So this is the male version of that, I suppose." 

"Yeah," he replied, somewhat wistfully, still thinking about how good it all felt. Suddenly he realized they were pulling into a parking lot.

"Why are we stopping here?"

"I was just thinking, Tiger, that you're going to need to stimulate yourself." Even saying that much made the prim woman blush some more. "You may need some, uh, visual aids, to help you out, so I thought we could pick some up here."

At that, he blushed too. Her attitude towards sex had rubbed off on him more than a little, even though their religious beliefs were quite different (Susan remained a devout Christian while Alan had to be dragged to church), and even though Alan thought he was "cool" about such things. 

She reached over and held his hand, and gave it a squeeze. They often held hands to show their closeness and support for each other. 

"I know this may be a bit much for you, Son, but let's get it over with already and then let things get back to normal, okay? This is clearly something you're going to need, if not now then down the line, so let's be done with it. You go pick out some magazines, and I'll get some videos for you. Bring the magazines to me, and I'll pay for them." 

She continued, "I would normally never be caught dead buying this dirty stuff, but I'd do anything to help you out, Tiger. I'll get embarrassed standing in front of the cashier so you don't have to. We'll both have to help each other out to get through this awkward phase, but I'm sure it will all be back to normal soon enough again. Since Suzanne knows, I'm sure she'll do everything she can to help you out, too."

Susan had no idea just how ironic that last statement was.

Another thought crossed Susan's mind and gave her great concern. What about my Angel? 

Katherine (who Susan had nicknamed "Angel") was not only Alan's sister, but also his very close friend and a junior in the same high school, so she was bound to find out what would be happening before too long. Alan, Susan, Suzanne and Katherine were all close as could be to each other, and Suzanne's daughter Amy was usually right there with them as well. 

Katherine will find out one way or another. No doubt she'll feel really badly for him and want to help him out, but how can she? I hope and pray she doesn't offer to help Alan attain sexual relief somehow. No way! I'll forbid it, and in any case she would never suggest such a thing. I can't believe I'm even having these thoughts. She's his sister - that's totally sick! Even though they technically aren't related, it's still sick. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 01



Susan wasn't fertile, and both Alan and Katherine were adopted not long after birth. Funnily enough, even though they weren't related to each other or their parents, they all bore a certain physical likeness to each other. For instance, they all had the same dark brown hair. 

She cleared her mind of such thoughts and said, "Come on, it'll be over quickly." They went into the store.

CHAPTER 8

Buying the pornography went fairly uneventfully. Both Alan and Susan grabbed more or less the first things they came across and got out of the store in record time.

When they got home after another mostly silent ride, they found Suzanne and Katherine already at home. (Suzanne was so close to the Plummer family that not only did she come and go using her own key, but she also often didn't even bother to knock. It was like she lived there, though she never slept there.)

It was almost dinnertime, so Suzanne couldn't stay long. She'd have to go back to her own home and cook dinner for her husband and two children. It had gotten to be so that dinner was practically the only time the members of her family ever got together. 

After dinner, her husband Eric and her two children, Brad and Amy, would all scurry away to their respective rooms and go back to doing whatever it was they were doing before dinner. Then Suzanne would usually go over to the Plummer's house. Sometimes Amy would come over as well, especially since Katherine and Amy were as close or closer than most sisters. 

Suzanne had been sitting in the living room, impatiently waiting for Susan and Alan to return. When the two walked through the door, even before saying their hellos, Suzanne said, "Alan, I see now what you mean by 'unusual treatment.' I can't believe it!"

"Hi, Aunt Suzy. I can't believe it either," Alan responded. 

They all sat down and began talking. 

Susan said it would be better if Katherine attended as well, so she went to find her. 

Suzanne meanwhile called a restaurant for take out food for her own family. She realized this discussion was likely to take a while, given that Katherine was involved. 

Alan was fairly shocked that Katherine would be told the secret as well, but he kept silent about it. When he thought about it, he realized she would learn about it one way another so it was best to get it all out in the open.

Katherine came into the room still wearing the clothes she wore at school, which looked more like something from a strict and formal boarding school uniform than the typical attire of a Southern California public high school student. It was almost comical how square and repressed she and the rest of the Plummer family appeared. 

They had to tell the story from the very beginning, for Katherine's benefit. 

Susan gave an extremely edited version of the appointment, focusing on the medical discussion and strange diagnosis.

Suzanne knew better from a brief but more honest accounting Dr. Fredrickson had given her, but she didn't let on what she knew. 

Alan looked closely at his sister to gauge her reaction to his "six times a day" predicament, but she appeared very pokerfaced about the whole thing. 

By the end of their conversation, it almost felt as if his situation had always been that way and the group grew strangely jovial. 

Suzanne in particular made a couple of surprisingly off color masturbation jokes, which everyone thought were hilarious. 

For instance, Susan made the comment, "I'm not worried - I'm sure Alan will have a girlfriend soon who can help out with this situation. Soon he'll be beating them off with a stick."

Suzanne quipped, "He'll be beating off soon in any case."

Susan cried out, "Suzanne! I'm shocked!" because she was. She blushed deeply. But even as she said that, she couldn't help but laugh along with the others. 

Even Suzanne could hardly believe she said that. But she thought to herself, It's high time this bunch starts to loosen up sexually in a big way. I need to start chipping away, and even little jokes like that will help.

Alan, naturally, was mortified by any reference to his masturbation whatsoever.

It occurred to Alan that the nervousness about the whole situation was being relieved through humor. There was a heavy tension hanging in the room, and just about anything appeared to be funny. 

When the group broke up and people started to head to their own rooms, Katherine said, "Alan, we know what you're going to have to do right now in there!" 

Everyone laughed some more. 

He turned red faced and glum, but didn't let them see it.

Alan momentarily pondered, I wonder what it would be like for Katherine to help me with my problem. Dang, I can't believe what I'm thinking! I mean, she is pretty cute. And she's a pretty great sister all around. But thinking about her that way is just wrong. To even be thinking what I'm thinking now - Sis would kill me if she knew.

It was almost like Alan and Katherine were twins, because they were born only months apart (having come from two different families before being adopted). They were also emotionally close, like many twins. They teased each other a bit, but playfully, and they hardly ever fought. Like Alan, Katherine was in the gifted track in almost all her classes, but she was a grade below him at school because she was slightly younger. 

She was not only smart, she was beautiful. It was quite hard to tell how attractive she really was though, except for her angelic face, due to her absurdly out of date clothing style that she'd inherited from her mother. But underneath all those clothes there lay a tall, curvy, and firm body. It seemed like she inherited her body from Susan as well, even though she was adopted. She felt almost freakishly tall compared to her classmates, though in fact her body wasn't gangly. 

Like her mother, she had long, straight, dark brown hair and brown eyes. She had generous breasts, though they couldn't compare with the behemoths of Suzanne or her mother. She was now five foot eleven, the same as her mother and two inches short of Alan, and threatening to grow more.

But like a lot of teenaged girls her age, she was unsure about herself, and lacking self confidence. Even though she was in the gifted track at school, her grades were merely adequate because she didn't put much time into homework. 

She worried she wasn't pretty enough, because not many boys asked her out. Feeling awkward about her body, she tried to hide it. Ironically, this was a vicious circle, because guys generally were put off by her prudish dress and demeanor. Even though it was obvious through her clothes that she had a fit and curvy body, the boys assumed she was some kind of religious nut and she'd never put out.

In recent years, she'd begun to fight this image somewhat. She'd made an effort to join the "in crowd" by joining the cheerleading squad. However, this was a very recent development - she'd become a cheerleader just weeks before with the start of the school year. About the only time she ever wore anything remotely revealing was when she was cheerleading. But the strategy was starting to work, because boys were noticing her now and asking her out much more frequently since the school year started.

Alan had also started to notice her body for the first time, thanks to her cheerleading practices. His mind continued to slip into thoughts about her, against his will. 

As Alan walked upstairs after the group meeting, he thought, Having Katherine rub my penis would be just as mind-blowing as having Suzanne or Susan do it. But no way would that ever happen. She's so demure and refined. Even though she is quite a cutie. Those cheerleading outfits are so scandalously revealing! She's in shape, that's for sure. Those legs... I shouldn't even be thinking these thoughts, not even as a fantasy... 

Oh my gosh - what am I doing thinking of Susan or Suzanne helping me that way, for that matter?! Sis is always teasing me about being a weirdo, for this or that small thing. I must really BE a weirdo to be thinking like this. I have to get my mind out of the gutter, now! 

Alan went back to his room to find the porno videos and magazines already placed there by his mother. Susan was off in the kitchen cooking a very late dinner, and Suzanne had gone home by this time. 

He thought to himself, It's no joke. I really do have to masturbate tonight, and then six more times tomorrow, and six every day after that. Six frigging times! No wonder my mom got me all this porno stuff. I mean, I enjoy doing this, but I don't think I've ever actually done it six times in one day in my life! I guess I really am some kind of asexual, hormone-deprived freak. I don't think this is going to work, but I have to give it a try.

He started looking through the video boxes and the magazines. He couldn't actually watch the videos right then, since he didn't have a television in his room. So he idly flipped through the magazines as he pondered on how much his life had changed in a matter of hours. 

Eventually he turned off the lights and got naked under his bed sheets - the only way he was used to masturbating - and began thinking about Akami. He knew that with the thought of her hands so lovingly caressing his penis fresh in his mind, he didn't need porn videos or magazines.

He finally got into it, and was just about to cum when he heard a knock on the door. 

"Hey Big Brother, Mom says it's time for dinner." It was Katherine. 

That quickly made him flaccid. 

She waited for a response, but after not getting one quickly, she queried, "Alan, are you in there?"

"Yeah." By the frustrated and resigned tone in his voice for that one word, she instantly realized what he must be doing.

"OH. You're doing THAT." She started giggling uproariously on the other side of the door.

"It's not funny!" he said crossly. "Please cut me some slack. I'm not having an easy time with this, okay?"

"Okay, I'm sorry," she said in a more serious tone.

"I have to kind of... finish up here. Can you tell Mom I'll be there in a few minutes?"

She giggled some more, but then realized that was probably making him feel worse. "Sorry, I can't help it. Sure, I'll go tell Mom."

He had to start his masturbating all over again, and eventually was able to cum into some tissues. He washed his hands, and then he went quickly to dinner. It was very strange sitting down with his mother and sister. Both were obviously aware that he just finished masturbating mere minutes before. He wondered if they could in fact smell it on him.

"Tiger," said his mother, "do you want to talk about this new situation any further?"

"No, I've had enough talking for one day. Let's just call it an early night and talk about it tomorrow. Sheesh."

There was an awkward silence, but then his sister thankfully ended it by talking excitedly about her day at school. Alan was greatly relieved, and hardly said a word until the meal was done.

He went back to his room, and tried to jerk off several more times that night. He achieved three more orgasms, thinking of Akami the whole time. By the time he went to sleep that night, his penis was somewhat sore and didn't want to respond, but he was still one short of the required six. 

He realized, I'll have to pace myself through the day, every day, if I'm gonna make my goals. I'll have to masturbate immediately upon waking every morning, and then, ideally, once more before going to school. School ran from eight in the morning until three in the afternoon, and he saw no chances for sexual relief during those hours. So that means I still have to do it four more times in the evening or afternoon after getting home. That's a lot of times! There's just no way, especially since I don't even have a girlfriend. 

Normally he got home and immediately took a nap, so he could masturbate again before falling asleep and then after waking up. That would still leave two or three more times. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I should try to masturbate again before returning to sleep. That could help me to save up a "surplus" for days when I'm below average. ... I wonder ... how soon until I become tired of all this masturbating? There's just no way I can do it every day. No friggin' way. 

CHAPTER 9 

While Alan was masturbating, Suzanne was on the other side of town thinking about him. She'd gone to a hotel room to keep her part of her deal with Dr. Fredrickson. But even as he was fucking her, she was thinking more and more about Alan.

This guy isn't half bad, she thought while he shook and thrust above her. A deal's a deal, and I have to uphold my half of the bargain. He knows what he's doing in bed. A year ago even, I might have toyed around with him for months before I got bored of him. But I'm already bored, ten minutes into our first fuck of the night. He's just not Alan! I've got it bad for my Sweetie.

"Oh yeah! Like that!" she moaned. "Harder!" But inwardly she chuckled. Gotta keep up appearances. I wonder what he'd think if I really spoke my mind and cried out, "Boooor-ring!" He kind of looks vaguely like an older Alan, I gotta give him that. And the physical pleasure is there. I probably won't have to fake an orgasm, at least. But I want my Sweetie! These country club types - doctors, lawyers, businessmen - they're so fake. They always leave their wives unhappy because they only love themselves. Just like my husband, as a matter of fact. For once in my life, I want to make love to someone I actually love! I don't care about the age difference. It's Alan or nobody!

I hope you enjoy this, mister, because this is the last time for me. This is the end of my aimless affairs. From now on, the next man I'm going to fuck is my Sweetie! I take that back. We're not going to fuck - we're going to make love. I'm going to love him all up! THEN, we're going to fuck. A lot, heh heh! And once I've got him, I'm never going to let go.

The doctor cried out, "Oh yeah, baby! So tight!"

Suzanne did the mental equivalent of rolling her eyes. "Oh yeah, baby!" How cliché. I've been there, done that. Boooor-ring! 

Out loud, she cried, "Push it! Deep!" She closed her eyes and decided it would be more bearable if she imagined it were Alan on top of her. She knew many sexual tricks to increase a man's pleasure, but didn't use any of them. She didn't want the doctor to get too attracted to her. 

Dr. Fredrickson certainly felt he got a good deal out of his lie. Even when she was on autopilot, Suzanne was a great fuck. 

She also was a great actress. For instance, Alan didn't have the slightest clue she was interested in him; there was no flirtation, nothing. She wanted to keep it that way, until it was time for the next phase of her scheme.

CHAPTER 10  (Tuesday, Sept. 17 - Sunday, Sept. 22)

Alan meanwhile found himself with the strange chore of having to masturbate six times a day, rain or shine. He set himself a schedule, and followed it for the next six days. 

Alan managed to keep his masturbation sessions completely private and no one said anything, to his great relief. 

His family was so shy about talking about such things that the additional discussion they should have had about his situation was put off until the next day, and then put off again, and again. 

Really it required Suzanne to be the initiator for this kind of thing, but she thought, I'll wait a couple of days, so the others can begin to get a sense of what six times a day really means. Then I'll be able to steer the talk and action better. The more time that goes by, the more receptive the others will be to my naughty ideas, heh-heh.

However, during this time, things in the Plummer house slowly started to change. There was a slow dawning on everyone's part that Alan would likely need help to maintain his six times a day pace - a lot of help. Even if he did get himself a girlfriend, which seemed extremely unlikely, chances were that person wouldn't be enough. 

Suzanne, of course, was hoping for that outcome all along. Susan still was oblivious on a conscious level, though she was starting to see her son in a sexual way on a deeper level. Amy was also oblivious, because her mother Suzanne had a hard time thinking of her in a sexual way and so had made sure that Amy didn't know what was going on.

That left Katherine. She had a secret she buried so deep that not even the very perceptive Suzanne had realized it. Namely, she lusted after her brother.

On the surface, this seemed very unlikely. What would one of the school's beautiful new cheerleaders find arousing in her nerdy and sexually clueless brother? But Suzanne wasn't the only one who'd noticed the recent changes in Alan's body. All that swimming and tennis had done him good. Furthermore, she just loved him all around as a person. They'd pretty much been best friends since they could talk. She always found herself comparing the boys she went out with to her brother, and the other boys always came up wanting.

As a result, she had little interest in other boys. She'd been dating recently mostly because it was what she was expected to do. Cheerleaders didn't just stay home every night. She dressed conservatively mostly out of some sense that she was keeping herself for Alan.

Yet at the same time, she was deeply ashamed by these feelings because she figured Alan would never reciprocate. Her low self-confidence was a big reason for the depth of her pessimism. But she also figured that even if he did, to get intimate with him would break her mother's heart. Even if Susan never found out, Katherine loved Susan so much that she would have felt terribly guilty about what she would think.

But with Alan's medical diagnosis, Katherine began to realize she might have an excuse to help Alan cum, and her mother not only might not get upset, but could theoretically approve of the idea.

She was still very tentative, but ideas and fantasies began to form. She'd always dressed conservatively at home as well as outside because she'd been trying to suppress her impossible love. But now she started to dress a bit more provocatively.

Previously, she'd made a conscious effort to hide her luscious body around him, because she figured that if Alan started lusting after her, that would only make her own lusts harder to bear. Even though she frequently swam in their backyard pool to stay in shape, she went out of her way to only swim when he wasn't at home.

But a couple of days after he started his masturbation schedule, she lingered in the pool until a time she knew he would get home. It so happened that Alan also wanted to take a swim, so she kept herself inconspicuous until he stood just a few feet from the pool, and then she pulled herself out of the water with a big splash so there was no way he could miss her anymore.

"Sis!" he exclaimed. "What are YOU doing here?"

She stood before him, dripping wet in a dark blue one-piece bathing suit. "Um, I live here," she giggled. "And I believe it's called swimming in the pool."

"I know that, but geez... I mean, it's just..." He couldn't figure out to say what he really wanted to ask her, which was why was she violating the unspoken but well known rule not to show any "skin" around each other. 

Even though her bathing suit was shockingly conservative by Southern California standards, it showed off much more of his sister than Alan was used to seeing. Her slick wetness and hard nipples jutting through the suit made her look even more desirable in his eyes than the few times he'd seen her in her cheerleading outfit. Plus, he usually saw her in that outfit from a distance, but now she was standing jut a couple of feet away.

His penis grew hard and now he had a big problem in trying to hide that bulge from her eyes. Rather than ask any questions, he decided for quick action and dove into the pool.




Six Times a Day Pt. 02



Part 2: (I Can't Get No Satisfaction)

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. If you're interested in the illustrated version, contact me. On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Sept. 23)

The next day at school Alan was a complete nervous wreck. He felt like he'd been given an ultimatum and basically had to ask Christine out no matter what. 

To make matters worse, he shared almost every class with Christine. He kept staring at her, usually at the back of her head, trying to figure out when to talk to her. Even more importantly, he struggled to figure out what to say to her. He felt even more like a condemned man being sent to the gallows for a public execution. 

He had a good chance to talk to her at lunch but was too nervous to do it.

When school let out he was absolutely desperate. Given how miserable he was, he was determined to get it over with so he wouldn't have to go through it all again the next day.

He followed Christine like a silent stalker until finally, at the bicycle rack, she abruptly turned around to face him and barked, "What?!"

"Huh?" Alan blinked. He hadn't expected her to be mad at him. He looked around, seriously contemplating escape routes. 

She walked to where he stood about ten feet away and came right up to his face. "What is it already, Alan? You've been acting weird all day and now you're following me. Do you have something you want to say?"

Alan was literally trembling all over. He'd heard stories about how Christine had shot down some other guys who'd dared to ask her out. According to one story, after one particularly arrogant guy had asked her for a date, she smiled happily and said gaily, "Of course I'll go out with you, just as soon as you have the surgery." 

The guy was both elated and confused, and naturally asked, "What surgery?"

She answered in a suddenly harsh and biting voice, "The surgery to remove your head shoved up your ass."

Alan hoped and prayed that the stories weren't true, but he suspected they were because Christine didn't suffer fools gladly.

Since Alan had never asked a girl out before, he didn't have a clue on how to best make his move. At the moment, all he knew was that he wanted to get it over with immediately so his suffering could come to an end. 

He closed his eyes and blurted out, "Yeah, I do want to ask you something. Christine, will you go out with me? You know, like, on a date?" He was so afraid that he kept his eyes closed. His heart pounded like a big bass drum while he waited for her response. He braced himself for the harsh put down to come.

However, after an excruciatingly long pause, Christine said in a voice that was still testy but a little bit softer and kinder, "You can open your eyes, you know."

Alan opened his eyes and forced himself to look in her direction.

It happened that since Christine was feeling awkward, she held her hands together and was squeezing her arms inwards in a way that pushed her large E-cup breasts forward and made them appear even larger than their already tremendous size. 

She was wearing a very conservatively cut peach colored top that exposed no cleavage at all. But although she always dressed to play down her assets and even wore extra padded bras to help hide her nipples, there was simply no way to disguise just how busty she was.

Despite Alan's great nervousness, he found himself getting an erection. It happened to him almost every time he was near her, no matter what the occasion. He silently hoped and prayed she wouldn't notice it or even make a snide comment about it. 

Christine's face was deadly serious, but then she smiled encouragingly when he looked her in the eye. However, it was very brief. She went right back to an intense stare and a grimace of sorts that indicated she was deeply thinking.

But to Alan in his current worried mood, it looked like she was trying to decide which implements to use to cut him into little pieces.

Finally, after even more painful silence, she said with carefully chosen words, "Alan, I'm flattered. But this is so unexpected. I like you, as a friend, but I've never thought of you, you know, that way."

"I see." His whole body slumped.

Christine was still at a loss. "Um, uh, what were you thinking when you asked me?"

"Oh God, I'm so sorry." He'd given up already and wanted to flee. 

"No, I didn't mean it like that. Like I said, I'm flattered. But I know there are all kinds of exaggerated stories about me being uncommonly cruel to the guys who ask me out. Really, I'm not that bad." She tried to give him an encouraging smile. "But I know that it couldn't have been easy for you to ask, so I'm just wondering what changed. I thought we were doing pretty good as friends."

He thought, What am I supposed to say, that I have this strange medical diagnosis and I need a girlfriend to help me get off six times a day? Or that I like you a lot as a friend but that's not enough because I'm absolutely obsessed by your gigantic breasts? Jesus! This is so awkward! Come on, Alan, just tell her the truth, minus those two things, obviously. 

His eyes dropped to her chest and he blurted out, "We are. Definitely! But we're not THAT close, really. And I want to be closer. You see, I've had a crush on you for a long time now. You're just so beautiful! And I'm not just talking about your big chest like all the other guys although, God, that is, er, they are, pretty dang, uh, attractive."

Alan was thinking to himself, Duh! Shut up! You're really putting your foot in your mouth. You're not supposed to talk about her breasts and keep your eyes on her face, for Christ's sake!

By sheer force of will, he stared into her eyes with surprising intensity as he spoke with increasing passion, "What I mean is, the main thing is I love is your face. You're just so heartbreakingly beautiful that I could stare into your eyes for hours. But it's not only that! You're so smart too! I know there's this really amazing girl BEHIND the body. I really like talking to you, and you know, BEING with you. Hanging out, you know? I mean, I'd want to go out with you even if you didn't look so, uh, curvy, just 'cos I'd rather talk to you than anyone else in class. You know? I mean, I just feel like, well, we have a lot in common and we just click?" 

Christine just stared at him. Her silence and her stare was unnerving.

He started to falter and looked away. "Don't we? I mean, I think we do. God, I'm rambling. You can, uh, tell me to shut up at any time."

He was fully blushing now and thought, Now I've REALLY done it! She thinks I'm some kind of breast freak, like all the other guys who ask her out. But the truth is, I really DO think she's amazing without her body. The problem is, she's TOO amazing. Why would someone that accomplished and beautiful ever go out with someone like me? Now I've totally ruined everything. I'll never be able to look her in the eye again.

Christine appeared to be busy thinking for a while but she finally smiled. When she was serious, she had no idea how intimidating her intense stare could appear. But when she smiled like that, Alan found her so beautiful and desirable that he wanted to jump for joy and write a thousand songs about her. He dared to raise his hopes again. 

Then she said, "Alan, you know, I do like you a lot. But the things you're talking about that you like, don't they just mean that we should be good friends? Well, most of them, anyway. I like you too, but just as, you know, a friend."

Alan felt crushed. "Oh. I see." He looked as completely crestfallen as he felt. He started to back away from her. "Yeah. That's a good idea. Friends. Okay, I'll see you at school tomorrow, right?"

Christine looked at him with concern. "Alan, wait. I don't mean it like that. Please don't be offended, okay? It's just that this is all so sudden and I'm not ready for a serious relationship. Really, if I did want to go out with anyone, it would be you. I mean it! Maybe, you know, sometime later..."

Alan nodded far too agreeably as he continued to slowly back away. "Yeah. Later. Sounds good. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then." He turned and practically ran.

When he went around the corner of a nearby school building and was finally out of her sight, he did in fact start running. Even though he had ridden his bicycle to school, he ran all the way home. As soon as he reached his room, he collapsed on his bed and cried and cried.

The problem was he really was in love with Christine, as well as in lust with her body. He was completely inconsolable. Some of the things she said at the end, such as that if she did go out with anyone it would be him, or that she might be more amenable to the idea later, he disregarded as little niceties to soften the blow.

In actual fact, she did mean them. Christine was sorely tempted to say yes despite the rather timid and bumbling way he'd asked her out. She did like him a lot and knew that he was the first suitor who could appreciate her brilliant mind as well as her incredible body. She wasn't even entirely sure why she said no to him, but as soon as he was gone, she regretted it. She also felt horrible for leaving him in such an obviously distressed state. Now she felt too bad to face him and talk things out. 

She'd rejected him largely out of instinct. Some of it had to do with the way he'd sprung the idea on her from out of the blue and some had to do with her own self confidence issues and her resulting fear of intimacy. She also had a few reservations about him, especially about the fact that he was considered a nerd and a nobody in the school power hierarchy, unlike herself.

But a lot of it was because of the clumsy, nervous, and inarticulate manner in which Alan had asked her for a date. Had he been more suave about it and especially built up to it with hints and flirting, he almost certainly would have gotten a different answer. She really did like him a lot and found him funny, cute, athletic, and nearly her academic peer.

Unfortunately, Alan didn't realize that. He decided that he never stood a chance with her and never would. He resolved to harden his heart and try to get over his feelings for her, but it wasn't easily done. He kicked himself over and over for not being more suave and assertive, not to mention his ramblings about her breasts. He dreaded having to face her in school again. 

CHAPTER 2 (Tuesday, Sept. 23 - Saturday, Sept. 28)

The whole rest of the school week was like a nightmare for Alan. Very few females truly attracted him, but when one did, his feelings were powerfully strong. With Christine out of the picture, there seemed to be no one else to help him with his medical treatment difficulties. The fact that he was also in love with his history teacher Ms. Rhymer only increased his frustration, because she was completely unattainable. Not only was she a teacher, but she also had a serious boyfriend. 

He thought, It's my senior year in high school, and I still haven't even kissed a girl. My friends wonder about me. Now there's this huge pressure to find somebody, anybody, and I can't do it. People say I'm good looking, but I'm such a loser with women! I give up with this whole stupid six times a day thing. It's ridiculous. You just can't ask someone to do something so private like that so damned often!

Day after day passed without him masturbating a single time. Socially, he did little more than come straight home from school and mope. Even Friday and Saturday nights passed without any social plans on Alan's part. He still felt incredibly depressed and still just moped in his room.

Back when he first launched into his new six times a day duties, he made a chart so he could check off how many orgasms he had a day. That way he could make sure to keep his average up. But now he threw the chart away and still failed to masturbate at all. Not even the thoughts of Akami could excite him anymore. She seemed like a distant, fading dream.

The first time he got aroused again was on Friday night when Suzanne came by. Eager to see how Alan would react, she sat chatting to him wearing a nice business suit, but without any panties. 

Alan naturally assumed she'd made an unprecedented mistake in forgetting to wear any. 

She kept her legs closed so he wouldn't freak out too much, but she could tell by the lump in his shorts that it was enough to have a definite effect. 

However, this display made him only more despondent. Alan felt there would be something wrong with masturbating to images of his "Aunt Suzy," so the erotic imagery of her now in his mind only made his situation more agonizing. Katherine was continuing to dress a lot more casually around the house, but now thinking of her also filled him with nothing but shame. The only things that sexually excited him now were the very things he was determined not to think about.

By Saturday night, Susan was extremely concerned. It was obvious to her that their pressure on him to ask Christine out had backfired. 

Suzanne however, was secretly happy. Everything was going according to her plan. From what she knew of Christine the "Ice Queen" and Alan's feelings for her, she had calculated that this was exactly what

Because neither of the mothers had any Saturday night plans, they just sat commiserating in Susan's bedroom as the evening wore on. 

Susan actually cried on Suzanne's shoulder. She sobbed, "I'm a failed mother. Alan just sits there in his room. I've destroyed his social life altogether!" 

Suzanne had her arm around her, and consoled her with friendly words. After Susan had vented her feelings, Suzanne spoke encouragingly. "Susan, let's not just mope around. We need to come up with some other plan that will make Alan happy, and give him his energy back. We have to be clever, and be bold."

Susan tried to think, but nothing came to her. She'd been over the problem plenty of times in her mind already.

"What about hiring a professional?" Suzanne finally asked. "Have you given that any consideration?"

"That sounds so crude!" Susan answered. "Are you suggesting some kind of prostitute? That would basically be what it is. I'd never have my son sleep with a prostitute. How do you even find such a person? Not to mention, how do we know if such a person will talk or not? You never know: pick the wrong person, and they might even try blackmail. My husband is rich, after all. Plus, that might help for a day or two, but the medical diagnosis says Alan needs an active sexual life every single day."

"You're right," said Suzanne. "We shouldn't let any strangers know about this problem. And clearly he isn't going to have the nerve to ask someone else out for a long time. But we can't wait around, because he's lost all interest in 'doing his thing.'" 

Vague phrases like 'doing your thing' had become suddenly popular in the Plummer household so no one needed to say words like masturbation.

After a pause, Suzanne added, "So I only see one solution."

"What's that?"

"We have to kind of sex things up a bit, so he'll get over Christine and get back on track. There's no telling how long he'll mope around like this, otherwise. You know how sensitive kids are to being rejected. It could be months! We have to undo the damage we did by forcing him to ask her out, and undo it fast."

"'Sex things up'? What on earth do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is, we women who know of his problem have to act sexier. That's all. So he'll be distracted. You know, dress more provocatively. Be more open about sexuality, and allow him to be more open. For instance, help him get over this hang up that masturbation is a horrible thing. And why should I be afraid to even say that word? We should treat it just like a normal thing, like taking out the trash or something. Then he'll be able to do it easily, at any time."

"'Like taking out the trash?'" Susan repeated incredulously. "Have you lost your mind? It's not like taking out the trash at all! And anyway, this sexing up idea, you know where that'll lead. He'll start having sexy thoughts about us. About you. About me! About Katherine even, maybe! Is that what you want? Isn't that incest? Maybe we need to get him more pornographic materials instead. Otherwise, who knows what? Do you want him to actually, you know, do his thing, while thinking about you?"

"No!" said Suzanne with pretend indignation. "Of course that wouldn't be my first choice. But what is the alternative? When he was doing his thing these past few days, he was obviously thinking about Christine. But now that won't work. Thinking about a naked woman in a magazine may work every once and a while, but it's completely different than with a real human being. Think about that woman Akami actually massaging Alan's penis compared to a photograph or even a video of the same thing. The other two just can't compare." 

"I don't know about that," Susan disagreed reflexively.

Suzanne was glad she did, as it gave her a chance to elaborate. She needed to get Susan aroused to open her up to new possibilities, and she'd found out from Dr. Fredrickson just how sexual things had gotten during Alan's doctor visit. 

She prodded, "They can't. You were there. Don't you remember? Don't you remember watching Akami's hands sliding up and down on Alan's thick erection, over and over and over? Don't you remember her wet fingers slipping all over his pulsing hardness? Have you forgotten her blowing on it, the smell of smell of sex in the air, the sounds of sexual fluids squishing around?"

For a moment, Susan was transported back to that day. Her arousal level, starting from nothing, shot through the roof. But then realizing Suzanne was asking a question, she snapped back from her reverie. "I deny everything! I wasn't watching, really! It was all medically necessary, anyway." She blushed furiously.

Suzanne was amused, but kept that to herself. "I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm just pointing out the power of the live experience, compared to pictures or even movies. It's too bad Akami is going out with someone, 'cos I think he kind of liked her."

"Is she? Damn," Susan answered. She was grateful for the change of topic.

But Suzanne changed it right back. "Yeah, too bad. Obviously, Alan was very excited by her attention. I'll bet he's spent a lot of time since then fantasizing about her hands caressing and stroking his big erection. I'm sure he'd love nothing better than to have her hands on his hot erection, teasing it, pleasing it, squeezing his warm cum out every day, over and over again. Six times a day, in fact."

"Suzanne, please! Must you use words like that? It's obscene!"

"Words like what? I didn't say cock or even dick. I'm just talking about his big erection. That's a medical term. Is it not true he had a long, thick, hard erection, all full of semen, or was it flaccid the whole time?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 02



The last thing Susan wanted to think about was the image of Akami caressing Alan's penis. That brought very troubling thoughts to her mind. Ever since the doctor's visit, she had been almost completely successful in blocking the medical appointment out of her mind, but it lurked somewhere subconsciously. Now all those thoughts and images were back with a vengeance.

"It's true," she conceded.

"What, that he was flaccid the whole time? That's not what I'd heard before."

"No, that he was, you know."

Suzanne played dumb and looked at her quizzically.

"You know!" Susan said with growing frustration. "His member. It was erect. His, uh, big, uh, erection." She didn't realize how much her chest was heaving as she imagined his erection being stroked by the nurse. 

Suzanne suddenly changed direction. "Susan, don't misunderstand me. I understand your position. You're his mother, even though you're not his real genetic mother. You need to keep a certain distance there. But I'm NOT his mother, just a close friend. You know I love him dearly. I would do anything to help him. If that means being sexier so he can get over Christine, and yes, even have him think about me while he's doing his thing, I'm willing to pay that price. That's how much I love him. Whatever it takes to get him to ejaculate six times a day, that's what I'm willing to do."

Susan was amazed. "Ejaculate? Whatever it takes? Just how far are you willing to go?!" She had trouble saying the word ejaculate at all - it rolled out of her mouth like "child rapist."

"Obviously not that far, in reality. I am a married woman, after all!" She hoped Susan wouldn't recall all of her adulterous affairs at that particular moment. 

"Susan, what I mean to say is, if acting coy, maybe showing a little skin here and there, maybe brushing up against him now and then, or letting him accidentally touch me; if maybe doing those kinds of things will get him back on track with his program, I'd be willing to do that. You know I'm good at flirting. I know how to not only use it, but control it, so I'm not worried about things going too far. I don't want to lose my special relationship with my Sweetie; I just want him to be healthy and happy." 

Now Suzanne looked like she would be the one to cry as she pondered Alan's so-called medical plight. She buried her face into Susan's shoulder, but it was an act.

"There, there," Susan consoled. "Don't get upset. I don't mean to imply I don't appreciate what you're suggesting. It's just so shocking. I'm not used to this kind of thing. I'll tell you what. If that's what you want to do, then it's okay by me. I'll try my best too, to be a little sexier and encouraging to him, but just a little. The burden is going to be on you, okay? Do you think you can handle that?"

"Yes," said Suzanne. This was exactly the answer she was trying to steer Susan towards. She pulled her face up again and looked Susan very seriously into the eyes. "I've been thinking about this lately, and I have thought it through. I think it's the only way. I feel personally responsible for his failure with Christine, and I want to undo the damage. We pushed him too hard. At the same time, we can continue to keep our radar out there, and find him someone else at school he can be interested in. He'll transfer his affections, and things can return back to normal." 

Suzanne fidgeted slightly before she continued, "And in the process, maybe we all can even gain something. For one, we could get you and your overly protected daughter to loosen up a bit." (As Suzanne said this, she didn't realize Katherine had already started to think and act along similar lines, but she would have been pleased if she'd known.) "To become a little more relaxed about your sexuality too wouldn't hurt. When you go to the beach, you look like some kind of photograph of a Victorian Era woman, covered head to toe and even carrying an umbrella. I'm more fair-skinned than you! It's embarrassing being with you sometimes, you're so prudish. Come on, loosen up a little!"

"I guess livening things up a bit wouldn't hurt," said Susan a bit doubtfully.

"Sure! It'd be fine. Here, I'll show you what I mean." She simply unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a sexy bra. In fact, most of both of her nipples could be seen through a thin, gauzy fabric. "You see? Instant sexy. If Alan walked in here and saw me like this, I'll bet that would help him reached his daily quota."

"Suzanne, how could you do that? It's so ... scandalous! Do you wear that kind of bra all the time?!"

As a matter of fact Suzanne didn't, but there was no reason to let Susan know that. "Sure! Why not? It feels good to feel sexy, even if it's only underneath and only for myself. But I think we should wear this kind of clothing around Alan sometimes. It'll really help him out."

"I don't know... Maybe you have the nerve to wear that around Alan, but I never could. Even if it was just underneath my clothes."

"It's no problem. Here, I'll show you. Let's liven up Alan's sad evening a little bit." Cupping her hands to her mouth, she shouted, "Hey Alan! Can you come here?"

"No!" Susan urgently whispered in dismay. "Quick, button up before he gets here!" But by the time she said this, Alan was already walking the short distance down the hallway from his room to Susan's room.

Right as Alan walked in, Suzanne said, "Sweetie, don't come in, I'm not decent." 

But he'd already taken a good look at Suzanne's chest by the time she said this. He stared for a couple of seconds, and then averted his eyes with his hands. He blushed profusely but still obediently waited by the door to the room to see why he was needed.

Suzanne brushed off his free peek. "No matter, Sweetie. Good thing you didn't come in a couple of minutes ago, or you would have seen your mother and me completely naked. In any case, we were just thinking about renting a movie, and were wondering if you had any suggestions on what to get."

"Um, I don't know." Alan was too freaked out to think. He was still trying to picture Susan and Suzanne naked and wondering what brought that about. He was painfully erect. 

"Okay. Think about it, and let us know," Suzanne said casually. 

"Okay." Alan dashed back to his room. His glance was so brief he wasn't sure what he saw. Did I see her nipples through that bra? Naaahhhh...

Susan witnessed the whole thing with a horrified face, and immediately chastised Suzanne. "How could you? That's unbelievable!"

Suzanne buttoned her top back up. "No it isn't. Now witness. Let's wait about one minute, and go to the door to Alan's room. I'll bet you anything that he's furiously masturbating for the first time in days."

Susan couldn't help but satisfy her curiosity about Suzanne's prediction. They went to the door and listened, but the room was too soundproofed to hear much. Plus, he didn't have the squeaky bed springs problem. 

So Suzanne knocked and said, "Alan, Sweetie, can I come in?"

"Uh, no! Hold on! I'm not decent!" He knew he shouldn't be jacking off while thinking about Suzanne, but he just couldn't help himself anymore, after seeing glimpses of her pussy and then her boobs on succeeding days. He'd been going at it with pent up abandon when he heard the knock on the door.

Turning to Susan, Suzanne whispered, "You see? He got naked in one minute. I just cured his stimulation drought that easily. That's what we have to do."

Susan looked at her friend with a skeptical and worried expression. "I don't know. ... Are you sure?"

That night, she had a dream where she relived the doctor's appointment and Akami's handjob. When she woke, she felt like she'd committed a horrible sin. 

CHAPTER 3 (Sunday, Sept. 29)

Suzanne launched into this new phase of her overall plan, now that she had begrudging acquiescence from Susan. 

The next evening, Suzanne came back to the Plummer house with a bag full of sexy clothes for Susan to try on. Since they were both big-busted Amazon types, just one inch short of six feet, they wore the same sizes in everything. 

Unlike Susan, who didn't have any revealing clothes at all, Suzanne liked to dress sexily on occasion. But she did it only as long as it wasn't a situation where she'd be overly annoyed by horny guys. Unfortunately, because she was so beautiful, that was almost any time she was in public. So she had a lot of clothes that she hardly ever wore.

Following up on Susan's agreement the day before to, as Suzanne liked to put it, "sex things up a bit", Suzanne convinced Susan to try on some of her clothes. Back in the master bedroom (really effectively only Susan's bedroom since her husband was never around), the two of them sat on the edge of Susan's big double bed and looked into the bag. In front of them was a large mirror that went from the floor to the ceiling. 

Suzanne broke the ice by picking out something not too daring, and trying it out. The first thing she did was stand up and casually take off all of her clothes.

"Suzanne!" Susan chided, "What do you think you're doing? Have some decency. I've never seen you naked! It's so ... not done!"

"Susan, these clothes we're trying on, they really are only meant to be worn without underwear. For instance, look at this top." She pulled a top down over her head and put it on. There was so much cleavage showing that it was clear no bra could be worn with it. "You see? This top just won't work with a bra. Even a strapless bra doesn't help."

Suzanne was still naked from the waist down, which Susan found extremely disconcerting. "I don't care about that," said a blushing Susan, "so much as it bothers me you're not wearing anything ... a little lower. Can't you put the rest of the outfit on?"

"Oh, right," Suzanne said, as if she'd just forgot. "But really, Susan, lighten up a bit. This is what people do when they change clothes -- they take their clothing on and off. Really!" 

Suzanne was secretly delighting in her friend's discomfort and in showing off her body. Susan's body was so deliciously curvy that Suzanne was keen on seeing her friend naked, but had never had a chance yet in all the years they'd been best friends.

"Sorry, I'm just not used to this. I know I'm more prudish than other people, but I just can't help it."

"Susan, you can help it. You have to step out of your old habits already! Here, try something on." She handed Susan the bag. 

Susan looked for the item that would cover her the most completely. Then she went to the bathroom to change. 

Taking off her clothes (but not her panties), she put the item on, which turned out to be a brown top. It covered nearly her entire upper torso. However, there was a large strip running right down the middle of the front without any fabric at all, except a few thin strings running back and forth through the strip, making X's in a shoelace pattern. Worse, the strip was even wider in the middle, reaching right to the edge of her nipples. Her deep cavernous cleavage stood out from a mile away, as did her cute belly button.

"Oh no! This is horrible! I can never wear this. Let's try another one, fast."

They began trying outfit after outfit. Actually it was nearly always Susan trying all the outfits, since Suzanne already knew her own clothes. 

Suzanne generally sat naked, watching, and making encouraging comments, as Susan rejected item after item. 

Suzanne tried to touch her friend as much as possible, helping to put on the clothes, straightening out the fabric, and so on, in an attempt to get Susan in a more erotic mood, and more used to nakedness and touching. Suzanne was at least gratified that Susan eventually gave up always going to the bathroom to change. 

They went on changing clothes for over an hour, with Susan trying some items on several times, because she just couldn't find anything she'd feel comfortable in.

Finally, Susan went to her own drawers, and got out the most revealing clothes she owned, which consisted of some short white tennis shorts that came down only an inch below her crotch, and a white tennis top that left her arms open and revealed some of Susan's ample cleavage.

"Is that sexy enough? I think it's all I can handle," said Susan while looking doubtfully in the mirror.

"No way!" Suzanne responded emphatically. "The stuff I'm wearing is waaaaay more revealing than that!" 

Suzanne had chosen a strapless silky black dress. From her bust on down it covered things thoroughly. But there was just a straight line of fabric cutting across a fraction of an inch above her nipples, exposing the tight but deep valley between her tits. There was little to hold it up, and in fact unless she pulled it up constantly, it was likely to eventually fall off her chest all together.

"I can't wear something like you're wearing," Susan whined. "I'd die! Please, for just today, please let me just wear this." She tried to show off the tennis outfit sexily.

"You wear that all the time, whenever you go play tennis. But I'll be willing to concede if you wear it without a bra or panties."

"What? No way! I'd never do that!"

"You see, that's your problem. Why do you think you and your husband have no love life? You need to learn how to be sexy, if only for your spouse. I've been bugging you for years. If I'm going this far" - she waved a hand over her dress - "you've got to go at least this far." She waved her other hand over the tennis shorts and shirt. 

Susan fidgeted. "I don't know. I know I'm not perfect, but that's just the way I am. And what does it matter? I'm more likely to spot Bigfoot than see my husband in this house."

But Suzanne was persistent. "Susan, how can you be so selfish? Don't you care about your son's poor health? I know it's unorthodox, but this is a medical procedure. Look at the extremes I'm willing to go to in order to help him out. I'm not going to wear a bra or panties with this, either, I'll have you know."

Susan already realized Suzanne wasn't wearing a bra, but she thought, Not wearing panties in a summer dress that comes down only about three inches below her crotch? That's too revealing! I had no idea just how outrageous Suzanne could get. But she kept such thoughts to herself. "No, I can't. I feel so guilty not helping... I almost could, but this skirt is just too short! Can't we get one that's almost as scandalous?"

"All right. Here's an alternate suggestion. You just wear a T-shirt and shorts, but no underwear."

"Okay, okay, you win. But go easy on my son, okay? We just want to stir things up a little bit so his libido will get going again. We don't want to give him a heart attack!"

Suzanne was pleased. A T-shirt and shorts without underwear would be even more arousing for Alan than the tennis outfit, which showed more skin overall but hid the best parts all too thoroughly.

CHAPTER 4

At about eight thirty, shortly after the two women finished choosing their clothes, Alan left his room to forage in the kitchen for food, and saw his mother there. 

She rapidly turned around to greet him. 

He noticed that her breasts bounced as she did so, far more than usual. They finally jiggled to a stop, as if someone had shaken a bowl of Jell-O. Holy crap! Why is my mom so bouncy all of a sudden? 

Her outfit is nothing unusual... Wait a minute. This is my mom we're talking about here. She never just wears a plain white T-shirt, much less one tied up to expose her stomach. And she CERTAINLY never goes without a bra! I can totally see her nipples! It's like they're fighting to burst through the fabric. And as for the white shorts, well, she's worn those before, but only for sports. Together with the shirt, she looks so ... casual! My mom? Casual? And no bra?! Calm down, Alan. What is going on here? There must be a good explanation.

He cleared his throat, and said, "Hey, Mom." His voice picked a bad time to crack, as it still did every now and then. "Um, are you off to play some sports or something?"

"No Tiger, it's too late at night for that. You're wondering about my clothing, I guess. Suzanne is making me wear these crazy things." 

At the mention of Suzanne, Susan turned further around to face her best friend standing nearby, and her breasts were set in motion again. They crashed into each other like two water balloons, and then bounced away on their own journeys. The gentle friction from the inside of her T-shirt was rather disconcertingly new to her.

"Mom, I, uh..." Alan wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. Should I say she's sexy? Hot? No, that would scare her.

"Yes, Tiger?" Susan shyly bent her head down, causing more earthquakes of movement in her chest, and the longer Alan delayed speaking, the more her face turned from slightly red to burning red.

"Mom, you look... young." He unconsciously heaved a big sigh of relief at finding a diplomatic word. More confidently, he continued, "Seriously! You could practically be a high school student. Your other clothes make you look older, but this makes you look ten years younger!" He looked down at his crotch and noticed a huge bulge there. He quickly adjusted his shorts while Susan was looking down and away. 

Susan blushed even more furiously, but now she was pleasantly embarrassed at the compliment instead of apprehensive about his reaction. "No. You're just saying that, Son."

"No, really. It's true! Dang. If my friends saw you right now, they'd totally want to ask you out to the prom. But what's the special occasion?"

She smiled a big smile with her head still bowed. "Why don't you ask Suzanne about it. It was her crazy idea. Would you like something to eat? I could make you some cookies."

"That would be great. Thanks a ton, Mom." He walked over to Suzanne after delighting in the sight of his mother turning and thus shaking her chest some more. 

Susan was immensely pleased at his reaction - her husband never complimented her, and she was starved for positive words. But at the same time, she was glad Alan had diverted his attention to Suzanne. 

Alan's eyes had been focused on Susan's chest, but Susan was mostly thinking about her shorts. It was impossible for Alan to see she wasn't wearing panties, but Susan could feel the difference very acutely. The shorts were so tight they rubbed her crotch maddeningly. That, the unfamiliar feel of her boobs bouncing freely inside her shirt, and Alan's eyes boring into her combined to get her surprisingly aroused. 

She felt tingly all over, and could feel her nipples grow erect. That only increased her agitation and horniness, as she knew Alan would be able to see the shape of her nipples that much better. She found herself getting wet, just standing in the kitchen and thinking of Alan looking at her. She blamed her moistness on the rubbing of the shorts, when in fact that was only a small part of the reason. 

She suddenly attacked the task of making cookies with a passion, to get her mind off of everything else.

Alan meanwhile walked over to the dining room table where Suzanne sat, and sat across the table from her. He took a good look at her for the first time since he'd walked in, and dropped his jaw in surprise. 

She was wearing a businesslike dress shirt as she sometimes did, but it was unbuttoned and opened, and beneath it was something Alan mistakenly assumed was a tight negligee. In fact, some daring people wore the combination out in public, but few let it ride as low as Suzanne was. It exposed her boobs more completely than he'd ever seen them. As Alan had walked over to her, she'd unobtrusively lowered the edge of her dress on her rack until the pink edges of her nipples were barely showing.

"Wow, Aunt Suzy, you look really pretty today."

Suzanne leaned forward.

Alan's heart began to race. 

"Why thank you, Sweetie! You noticed I'm not wearing my usual dress. About the clothes your mom and I are wearing... Susan and I were talking earlier, and decided that one way we could break you out of your funk was to make everything around here a bit sexier, so that you could get in more of a sexy mood. And that could help you get over your frustration with Christine."




Six Times a Day Pt. 02



"Wow, thanks, you two!" He was really touched, not to mention shocked. I can see they're really trying to help me out. But what a strange way to do it. I can hardly believe this is Susan and Suzanne we're talking about here!

Suzanne asked him, "How do you like my dress? Is it too much? Do you think it's too revealing?" But just as she said the word "revealing," she flexed her muscles and stuck out her chest. The black dress slipped down an inch, revealing all of her nipples. 

Alan gasped aloud. His heart literally skipped a beat. "Um, ah, no," he finally said. Suzanne could have had a giant red X painted on her face and Alan would have never known, because his eyes never left her chest.

"Oh, good, 'cos I was worried it's a little loose on me." She leaned back in her chair, and the dress rode over her nipples again. She looked away so Alan would feel freer to check her out. 

Alan assumed she simply didn't know how revealing her dress was, when in fact she knew exactly what she was doing and delighted in it. 

For the next few minutes while she talked to Alan, her nipples played a constant game of hide and seek. 

Alan felt his rod would burst a hole through his shorts at any moment, and nervous sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Pushing her luck even further, she took off her white blouse, so all she had left was the precarious black dress. It immediately slipped down an inch or two, revealing both her nipples.

She seemed completely oblivious to what she was showing. She looked into the kitchen as she talked to Susan, giving Alan free reign to gawk.

Alan's mouth gaped open and closed like a gasping fish, but eventually he got swept up into the conversation.

Suzanne turned back towards him and stared intently into his face as she said something to him (he had no idea what it was), forcing him to turn away and play it cool for a while. Then she turned away again, and he resumed sitting there with his mouth hanging open like a drooling idiot. 

The whole while, her nipples were clearly on view from just a few feet away. Alan could practically count all the little bumps on them. 

Susan had her back turned, so she had no idea what was going on. But finally Susan said to Alan, "Tiger, can you help me here?"

Alan was forced to get up and head to the kitchen. 

Suzanne relaxed, and couldn't help but break into a very slight grin.

But before he could walk away, Suzanne gave Alan a "come hither" gesture with her finger.

As if piloted by remote control, he crossed to where Suzanne was sitting, fighting to keep his eyes on her face. 

She motioned him still closer and kept on until he bent forward so she could whisper directly into his ear. 

"Sweetie, you may have noticed your mother isn't wearing a bra. She isn't wearing any underwear, for that matter."

Alan stood up. He felt like he'd been hit by a train. Repeatedly. Between Suzanne sexily whispering with that huskily breathy voice of hers and her top hanging open again, plus the idea of his incredibly repressed mother "going commando," he thought for sure he'd cum right in his shorts. But he managed to hold out. 

Finally, he waddled to the kitchen somewhat like a penguin. He tried to prevent his erection from wildly bouncing around by holding it with a hand in his pocket. But holding his erection through his pocket caused its own problems and delights. 

"I've looked all over, but I can't find the baking soda," his mother said to him. "Can you help?" 

Alan gasped again, because now she was bent over and sticking her head into a cabinet near the floor. Her ass was poking up high into the air, and Alan could see from the lack of lines in the fabric straining against her behind that Suzanne was right; she wore no panties. He stared intently at the strip of fabric between her legs, and thought he could make out the dark shape of her pussy in a bulging mound. With a hand still on his penis though the fabric of his shorts pocket, he began playing "pocket pool," slowly masturbating. He never consciously made the decision to -- it was as if his hand had a mind of its own.

"Tiger, did you hear me?" Susan asked again.

"Um, sure Mom," Alan said, but he stood frozen in place, staring and rubbing himself. He was too far gone to stop. He was right on the verge of making a big mess in his shorts.

"Can I help?" It was the voice of Suzanne. 

Alan turned and saw the sexy redhead now standing on the other side of the counter that divided the kitchen from the dining room. Her dress hung down a good inch below her nipples now and she still seemed oblivious about it. 

She was playing with fire, standing like this so close to Susan, but she didn't intend to pull her dress up until Susan began standing up. 

Alan immediately stopped rubbing himself through his shorts, afraid Suzanne could see what his hand was doing. (That was why she stood closer - she saw what he was doing through his pocket and wanted to delay his climax.)

Susan answered, "Sure. Check around for the baking soda." She spoke into the cabinet as she was still bending over lewdly. She was oblivious to Suzanne's display and even the effect of her own accidental display. Her main concern was to hide her erect nipples from Alan's eyes.

Alan's mouth hung open as he stood there with both hands over his crotch, looking like he desperately had to pee. The one-two punch of seeing Susan and Suzanne like this was too much for him. His knees began to buckle as he started to cum into the front of his shorts.

Suzanne asked knowingly, "Something wrong there, Sweetie? You seem ... antsy." 

He stood there, mouth agape, while his penis visibly spasmed in his shorts for Suzanne's eyes to see, despite his best efforts to cover it up with his hands. He finally recovered enough to say, "Thanks for helping my mom, Aunt Suzy, 'cos I just remembered something. I gotta go!" 

He rushed off to his room in shame, never taking his hand out of his shorts or off of his now wet penis. He couldn't, because his hand was covered with cum that had leaked into the pocket.

Susan was still bent over and oblivious. 

Suzanne pulled her dress back up over her nipples and inwardly chuckled. We were just too much for the poor guy. Now my plan is really kicking into gear. This is going to be so much fun!

CHAPTER 5 (Monday, Sept. 30)

The next day, Suzanne decided to wear a very revealing red summer dress when over at the Plummer house. She loved red because it matched the red highlights in her hair. Even though it was almost October, in Southern California the weather was always warm, and it happened to be in the middle of a very hot heat wave. 

Her shoulder straps widened as they went down to cover some of her big tits, but not very much. The dress hung fairly loosely, and Suzanne could expose her nipples just by pushing into the sides of her boobs with her upper arms. If she walked, her tits jiggled and threatened to fall out the sides of the dress altogether. The fabric also only extended a few inches below her crotch.

Soon Alan would be home. Suzanne had a trick up her sleeve to push her sexual teasing of him a lot further. Susan, being so conservative and religious, had always made sure that Alan had a porn filter on the computer in his room. But in light of Alan's medical diagnosis, and with some prodding from Suzanne, Susan had decided that Alan could have the porn filter removed. So that day, the computer savvy Suzanne uninstalled the program before he got home.

Like a cat waiting to pounce, Suzanne then waited for him to get home, go to his room, and begin masturbating. She lurked outside his door a few minutes after she heard him close his drapes to make the room dark, and waited a few more minutes until she figured he was thoroughly involved in a masturbation session. Then she knocked on his door.

"Alan, you in there? It's me, your Aunt Suzy. Can I come in?"

Alan thought this unusual, as she never came into his room. Especially lately, everyone had been giving him all the privacy he needed. He figured it must be something important.

"Uh yeah, just a minute!" Alan quickly threw on some shorts, raced to his computer, and turned on the lamp next to it. He turned on the monitor and the computer came back to life from sleep mode. "Come in!" he said, trying to casually act like he had been working on the computer the whole time.

"Hi Sweetie, how are you doing in here?" Suzanne said as she strolled into the room and looked around. "It seems so dark and gloomy. Are you hiding from the heat?" The heavy drapes were still closed, making it seem like nighttime even though it was only 3:30 in the afternoon. 

He didn't answer. He was too nervous to come up with a quick response. 

She continued, "Sorry to disturb you, but I was thinking about you probably sulking up here in your dark room, and I thought I'd come in and try to cheer you up. Is that okay?"

"Sure it's okay," he said as he turned around and finally got a good look at her. 

Whoa! I've seen Suzanne in some revealing clothes before, but nothing like this! For one thing, I think I can see the shape of her nipples through her dress from all the way over here! I really think I can! This is like what Mom wore yesterday, but times ten. 

Alan had spent most of the day at school fantasizing about Suzanne or Susan, but the reality made the dreams seem like a cheap, pale fraud.

Suzanne walked to him and leaned over to see what he was doing on the computer. She pressed one of her breasts into his shoulder as she drew nearer to the screen. That was completely unusual, too. 

He looked back over his shoulder in an attempt to look at her face, but his eyes fixed on her other breast instead. He realized, That loose hanging dress lets me not only see an entirely naked breast, but I can see clear down her stomach as well! I'm actually seeing an entire boob here. A giant pale Suzanne boob, no less! 

He just gawked dumbly until Suzanne said, "Mind if I have a seat?"

"Uh, sure."

Suzanne grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to his right side. "What are you working on there, Sweetie? Surfing the web?"

"Yeah." He turned towards the screen, but it was the image of Suzanne's mammoth boobs that burned deeply into his brain.

Suzanne leaned forward. "What page are you reading? I have a hard time reading a computer screen without my glasses."

"Glasses?" he said, "I didn't know you wear glasses."

"I don't usually. Only when I have something hard to read." Not only did Suzanne not need reading glasses, she didn't even own any. But it was a good excuse for her to put her face really close to the computer screen like a nearsighted person. That again caused the front of her dress to open out, revealing all of her breasts once more. 

Suzanne was sitting next to Alan, and his chair was pulled up under the desk and close to the computer screen, making it awkward for him to look over towards her. But he quickly realized that in the dark room he could see her boobs perfectly in the reflection on the screen.

Alan pondered, Huh. For some reason, Suzanne seems to be completely oblivious to what she's showing. Maybe it has to do with her nearsightedness. He had such a perfect view of her breasts through the screen's reflection that he couldn't believe it. Thank the Lord for summer dresses and this Indian summer heat wave!

Until recently, Alan had never really thought about Suzanne in a sexual way. He was oblivious to her ravishing beauty because he had come to feel as if she was in fact his second mother. That had been changing in recent days. 

And now, that old way of thinking went completely out the window. His mind was filled with nothing but lusty thoughts and fantasies as he stared into the reflection on the computer screen. The fragrance of her sweet perfume was also fogging his brain. She smelled vaguely like vanilla. His penis was already hard, and it grew so very hard that it popped out the front of the pair of shorts he had quickly thrown on. He was really kicking himself now for failing in his rush to put underwear on as well.

His hands were on the keyboard, and he couldn't figure out how he could casually stuff his erection back into his pants without drawing attention to his problem. Then he realized that if he just scooted forward a bit more, he could leave it out and it would be too far under the desk for Suzanne to possibly see. He decided that was the best solution.

Alan happened to have his browser open to a news article. He liked keeping up on the news. 

"Interesting article," said Suzanne, as she read it. She figured she'd give him as much time as he wanted to ogle her tits. 

He stared at them for long minutes. He remained excited, but his pounding heart slowly calmed down.

Finally she appeared to finish the article, and turned back to face him. "The reason I came in here is that I was thinking there was something that could cheer you up. I know you've been falling behind on doing your thing lately, so your mom decided it would be okay to take the porn filter off of your computer, as one way to help inspire you. I took the program off while you were at school, and I wanted to show you what kinds of things you can see on your computer now."

Whoa. Alan was really surprised at this turn of events. Where is she going with this?

"As you probably know," she continued, "I don't get a lot of romance from my husband. I hate to admit it, but one way I compensate is by looking at Internet porn. There's a lot of crap out there, but I have some sites I've found that are really good, and I wanted to show them to you, now that you can see them. Is that okay?"

What else could he say but yes? "S-s-sure." He (rightfully) found it hard to believe a perfect centerfold like Suzanne would ever need to look at Internet porn to get her sexual fun. But he wasn't about to try to stop her. 

Suzanne grabbed a hold of the mouse and began clicking. "Yesterday, you wouldn't have been able to check out this site, but today... voila!" Alan's DSL connection allowed a bunch of pictures to pop up instantly.

Suzanne had spent recent days finding the best pictures she could find, and she began going through them. She actually had put them all onto a web page she'd just created. "Can I just bookmark these pages? That way you can find them later." 

Alan was still too stunned to speak, but just nodded.

She had some pictures of beautiful naked women that filled the screen. She'd especially tried to find pictures that at least somewhat resembled her. A large percentage had dark reddish brown hair and green eyes, just as she did. Alabaster skin was another common theme. 

As she went through them, Alan felt a high of pure exhilaration. The feeling of his penis resting in the open air yet secretly hidden from Suzanne breathing over his shoulder was almost more than he could handle.

She came to one picture that was nothing but two enormous tits. By happy coincidence, the size and location of the tits roughly fit the image of her own tits showing through the reflection in the monitor. They too were hanging out of a very openly hanging dress, in the same way hers were at that very moment. 

Alan gasped out loud, thinking, If she only knew! My heart is beating so fast - can a teenager die from overtaxing his heart? Seriously!

In fact, she knew. She had the reflection and everything else planned out in advance. But she didn't let on what she knew, especially that she knew his erection was hanging out beneath the desk. "You like that one, eh? As a matter of fact, I like that one too. Of course I like men, but I must admit looking at a sexy woman turns me on just as much. That's why I'm showing you my favorite pictures of women. I thought you'd like them just a bit more than my pictures of men, right?" she nudged him in the shoulder with her own, and they both laughed. 

Alan was so nervous that he laughed far too loud and long.

Suddenly she got serious, and turned to look him in the face with a very concerned look. "You don't think there's something wrong with me if I get horny looking at women, do you?"

"Oh, no. ... No! That's okay." At least being asked easy questions was giving him a chance to regain his voice.

"You don't think it's wrong if sometimes I want to rub my hands all over a woman's boobs, and even lick her pussy? Does that make me a lesbian?" 

In actual fact, she wasn't just acting. She really did find herself attracted to women, and had experimented with a few girlfriends in college and her roommate in particular. But she hadn't done that kind of thing in years, for fear of social scandal in a neighborhood where tongues wagged.

"Nuhhh, no," said an increasingly incoherent Alan. I've never even heard her speak a curse word, and now she's talking like this!

"Thanks!" She took her left hand, which was pinned behind Alan, and patted him on his opposite shoulder. Then she left her hand there. "I don't think it does either, especially if you knew how much I love having a real penis inside me. Even just holding them or sucking on a fat boner is such a hoot. I guess that makes me a bisexual. Do you mind? That I'm bisexual?" 

Alan was suddenly very conscious about how closely she was near him, and enveloping him. He could smell her fragrant perfume and feel her fingers on his skin. His heart was beating even more irregularly, and he was perspiring heavily.

"Alan? ... Sweetie?"

"Um..." He was too flustered and forgot the question. 

"Don't worry," she continued, "Going down on a woman, sticking my tongue deep into her pussy and rubbing my hands all over a pair of big hooters is, of course, a lot of fun. Yes! Don't be surprised. Not only guys like big breasts like your mother's. Love them, in fact. But I still think nothing beats a good, hard cock! So please don't be calling Aunt Suzy a carpet muncher any time soon, okay? But I have to admit that a naked woman is more beautiful than a naked man. Don't you agree?"

He was still so blown away by what she'd said that he was incapable of speech.

Suzanne just plowed on. "So I just love these pictures. It looks like we have similar tastes in women, don't you think? We obviously both like the big D-cups, like your sister's, and the even bigger E-cups, like what your mother has. Bigger than that, I don't know. I say there's too much of a good thing sometimes."

"Yeah. ... Um, Suzanne, I'm so surprised to hear you speaking so ... frankly," Alan replied shakily. If she doesn't stop with all this sexy bisexual talk, I'm gonna pass out for sure!

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just trying to help you with your problem. Remember what I said about trying to sex things up a bit? Just like these pictures. Now that I see you like them, this is something we can do together more often! I'll show you more of the pictures I like, and you can show me the favorites you find, too. Okay? We can be hot together looking at the same women. Right?"

Alan somehow managed a nod.

"There are some great stories on the web too I can show you later as well. They're really hot. Before long you won't have any trouble doing your thing. Is it a deal?" 

One of her hands was still on Alan's back, but she took her other hand off the mouse and held it out in front of Alan, showing that she wanted him to shake her hand.

His shook the hand, more by automatic reflex than anything else. His mind was completely blown away.

"Deal?" she asked again.

He finally responded, "Deal."

Suzanne began to get up. "I gotta run, but maybe we can do more of this later tonight, okay?" She stood, and blew him a kiss as she walked out the door.

Shucks, she thought, I didn't get a chance to do half the things I planned to do with this dress, but I guess I've gotta take it slow. There's no doubt he was right on the verge. Not only an orgasm, but a heart attack! Ha! So much fun! I love my cute and innocent little Sweetie so much.




Six Times a Day Pt. 02



Immediately after she walked out the door, Alan put his hand on his exposed penis under the desk, and as soon as he touched it, blew a large load of sperm into the wooden paneling at the back of his desk. He'd never masturbated anywhere other than his bed before and safely into a towel or tissues. 

He looked aghast under the desk, and saw his cum dripping slowly down the wood and onto the carpet. He immediately jumped up and went to grab a towel. 

Gross! But what a mind blowing experience - I've never felt anything like that before - not even with Akami when she put her hands around my thing. And I did that thinking of Suzanne? My Aunt Suzy? What's wrong with me? Why does she have to be a totally busty bisexual vixen? It's almost cruel. Look but don't touch. Ugh! 

Alan stayed in his room and lay in his bed. He came several more times that afternoon, just thinking about his experience with Suzanne. For a guy completely inexperienced in all sexual matters, what she'd done and said seemed far beyond the realm of possibility. 

She's never looked like that, talked dirty like that, or acted like that! What's going on? Is she coming on to me? Oh my God - what if she actually wants to kiss me? What would I do? Was it just the heat wave that had her dress like that? Mom and she talked about being a bit sexier, but this is just out of control. 

Get a grip, Alan. She's married. She's twice your age. She's way, way, WAY out of league. No way would she want to kiss me or anything like that. She's just sexing things up, like she said. But I don't think she realizes how good at that she is. Jesus H. Christ! That's like deadly lethal sexiness. I couldn't take that again. I just wouldn't be able to handle it. 

He eventually got up to leave, but couldn't resist turning on the computer again and looking at the picture of the tremendous boobs that so closely matched Suzanne's reflection. Just a short glimpse caused him to quickly cum yet again. He'd been zero for six all day until Suzanne came into his room. Now, I'm gonna easily break my all time record of seven before I go to sleep tonight. Oh my God! She said she wanted to come back later tonight to look at more pictures!

CHAPTER 6

Alan took a nap, and at about 5:00 p.m. he came out of his room and into the kitchen to get a drink.

"Howdy, Tiger, did Suzanne help you out with the computer?" Alan heard his mother's voice say this, but didn't see her. Then he looked down and saw that she was scrubbing the floor of the dining room. 

He suddenly got panicky. Oh no! What does she know about what Suzanne did in my room? But then, relaxing, he thought, Of course. Susan must know Suzanne was taking off the porn filter and she's referring to that. 

"She sure did, Mom! Thanks for allowing her to take the filter off. I think that'll really help me with my problem. Way better than those porn magazines. I don't think I'll have any problem doing my thing today, that's for sure!" He decided not to mention how looking at Suzanne turned him on much more than the pictures.

"That's good," Susan said out loud, but inwardly she worried. Suzanne came into his room dressed pretty skimpily and she's a very attractive woman. I don't know about that. It seems a liiiiitttttle bit ... dangerous. God, what if he masturbates thinking about her? Or me? Did I go too far with that shirt last night? It's much better he thinks about Suzanne, if he has to think about anyone. I should thank her later. Alan looks like he's been reborn, and is totally over his blue mood!

Alan walked around the counter and took a closer look at his mother. She was wearing a dress and an apron. No way! She isn't wearing any panties! 

Alan's thoughts screamed through his brain as his penis, weary from several masturbations, immediately sprang to life. Susan's ass was wiggling high up in the air as her whole body rocked back and forth to the rhythm of her scrubbing a troublesome spot on the floor with a rag, which set her large dangling breasts swaying in counterpoint to her motions. Her short skirt left most of her ass exposed - an ass completely unencumbered by panties.

Her display was entirely unintentional. She'd made two promises to Suzanne. One, to go without underwear for a few days, and two, wear this maid outfit for the day. Having worn panties her whole life and unused to such short skirts, she forgot what she now revealed when the two promises were put together.

Alan dropped his mouth open and gaped. He caught a glimpse of her pussy between her legs, the first view of a real pussy he'd ever seen in his life. That just got his heart racing all the more.

Finally, he adjusted his penis in his pants to make his hardness less obvious. He walked around to stand in front of his mother and make idle chitchat. But really he went there so he could see her bra-free tits swing back and forth like two steadily rocking pendulums. They were still contained in the dress, but Alan was pleased to see it was an extremely low-cut one. He didn't know whether to laugh with joy, or cry in frustration of forbidden fruits.

"Hi mom," he finally said to her.

"Oh, hi Tiger." She looked up at him and smiled. She tried to act casual, but she was obviously embarrassed about her outfit.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's with the funny maid outfit?"

"Oh that. Isn't it silly? I made a bet with Suzanne and I lost the bet. I had to do anything she said, and this is what she chose - that I wear this for the day."

"What was the bet about?"

Susan had been teased by Suzanne about how she'd looked at Alan's erection during the doctor's office visit. Susan had adamantly denied that she'd looked at it, but Suzanne knew that she did, so it was an easy bet for Suzanne to make and win. Suzanne was going to make a phone call to confirm it with Akami, but Susan conceded before Suzanne could dial the number.

Naturally, thinking about the bet caused Susan to blush and get even more flustered. "That's not important. What really rankles me is that she's trying to get me to wear all kinds of crazy things all of a sudden. But I feel like a dork. Don't you think it makes me look dorky?"

Alan walked back around to look at her shapely ass again. "No way. Not dorky." Nobody with an ass like that could ever be called dorky. What's happening here? It's like I'm in the Twilight Zone all of a sudden! The land of no underwear episode. Is Suzanne behind this? He said, "I definitely like it. It's very classy. Definitely super undorky."

"Dorky, I tell you." But Susan smiled at the compliment, still oblivious to what she was showing. She added, "But what irks me even more is how demeaning it is. It's like I'm some kind of servant or slave or something. It's ridiculous! Can you just imagine me as some kind of maid servant, forced to obey every order given to her? I'm appalled. And I'm gonna get Suzanne back for this, I'll tell you that much!" She resumed her cleaning.

Alan thought, Dang! I COULD imagine Mom as a maid. MY maid, obeying my every wish! Or better yet, a servant or slave. A sex slave! Damn! "Mom, bend over again. Here comes your master's staff." "Yes, Tiger. As you wish. Take me doggy style!" Arrgh! Too arousing! I have to get out of here! 

Alan reluctantly left the room, realizing that if he stayed longer she'd get wise to what she was showing and then get upset at him for looking. Needless to say, he rushed to his room to masturbate yet again. For the first time in his life, he fantasized about Susan, picturing her in that maid outfit. 

But Alan wasn't done. After he masturbated, he sat in his room, fidgeting restlessly. I can't believe what just happened. I just masturbated to thoughts of my mom. Gross! But how can I help it? She's a woman; a good looking woman. No, a great looking woman. And for all I know, even as I sit here, she's in the living room in that insanely arousing maid costume bending over in some obscene position like I saw her before. Showing off her bare ass. Or those giant swinging tits. Oh man! Just thinking about it, I'm getting hard as a steel bar. I can't stand it. What can I do, I'm only human! 

Is this what they meant by helping me? That can't be! Mom would never agree to that, not in a million years. I'm still waiting for her latest lecture about sex and sin. Maybe Suzanne told her to lay off on the moralizing as it would interfere with my medical cure? Maybe. 

He stood up and began to pace back and forth across his room. Aaaarrrggh! This is killing me. What is Mom doing right now? It's been thirty or so minutes since I was out there. Is she still there dressed like that? I mean, it's not like there's something wrong in just going out and checking to see what she's wearing. But she's my mom. ... Aaaarrrggh! Dammit! Okay, just one quick check.

He threw open the door and hurried downstairs to the living room. To his considerable delight and simultaneous tortured horror, he discovered her still in the maid outfit, cleaning windows. 

The house had high windows. She had to stand on her toes and reach high up to get to the top of them, and each time she did this her entire ass came into view.

Alan thought his brain would split right in two. Okay. I'm a Boy Scout, nearly an Eagle Scout. I have to do the right thing. I have to tell her what she's showing, and not just gawk. She's my mother, for Christ's sake! 

But on the other hand, I don't have to tell her right away, do I? I'm so painfully hard! This IS helping me! I won't have trouble getting inspired to masturbate for days. Years, in fact! Oh man. Her ass cheeks. So firm. No flab at all. They keep shifting back and forth, like she's doing a sexy walk. The desire to just put my hand right there... He lurched forward a step or two. 

No! ... And why the HELL is she dressed like this, anyways? If she spreads her legs at all, I might even be able to see her... Right between... No. Don't even go there, Alan. Don't even go there.

He noisily made his way towards her and said as casually as possible, "Hey Mom. Still wearing that funny outfit?"

"Dorky, more like." She was oblivious to her exposed ass, and in her usual good spirits.

"Mom, I'm dying here. Dying of curiosity. What on Earth did you bet with Suzanne that made you wear that?"

Susan turned around towards him, and blushed deeply. Then she turned away again, which happily brought her partly exposed ass back into his view. "Oh, nothing. Nothing important."

Man alive! The mystery deepens! I wish she'd spread her legs a bit though, like they were earlier. I can't see anything between them. ... What am I saying? She's my mother! 

Just then, Alan heard a door open. He saw that it was Suzanne's daughter Amy. Aha! My savior! I can get her alone, and have her tell Susan to change clothing. Then Susan won't be embarrassed that I saw. Amy is very dependable and won't give me a hard time about it. Perfect.

So Alan told Amy what to do, and Amy got Susan to change without letting Susan know that Alan had told her about it. 

Susan was horrified to find out what she was showing. Later, she repeatedly wondered if Alan had seen anything, and if so, what, but she was too shy to ask or even bring it up. She was surprised to discover that she didn't really mind that much if he had seen her naked ass. 

In fact, in her heart of hearts she wondered if it was really an accident that she was doing so many tasks that showed off her ass when she knew she'd been putting on quite a display. She'd been having some sexual dreams starring Alan in recent days, and even though she found them extremely disturbing, it was also the most exciting thing to happen to her in years.

Alan found he had no choice but to hurry back to his room and masturbate yet again.

After dinner Suzanne came over once more, wearing a new dress, if one could call it that. Her lower extremities were covered well enough, but two strips of orange cloth that crossed each other in the back and again in the chest left little to the imagination. 

Katherine sat with them in the living room and they all played cards, which they often did after dinner.

Katherine was a bit taken aback by the clothing of the two women, especially Suzanne's dress. Suzanne often raised her arms, frequently yawning, or at least pretending to yawn. It seemed obvious to Katherine that such movements were specifically designed to excite Alan (and exciting him they were). 

Katherine thought to herself, Alan's totally checking Suzanne out! He's spellbound by the view of her boobs. And it almost seems as if Mom isn't wearing a bra either, but that couldn't be possible. Could it?

Katherine was a prudish and shy girl, but she was so flummoxed by the strange situation that she just had to say something.

"Suzanne. That dress of yours. It's very, uh..."

"Sexy?" Suzanne helpfully suggested.

"Yeah, very sexy."

"Oh, thank you! You noticed! You're probably wondering why I'm wearing it. As you know, Alan has been so down in the dumps now, for almost a week. And he's totally fallen off of his 'schedule.'" That was another euphemism, referring to his chart of the number of times he got sexual relief a day. 

Suzanne continued, "So your mother and I decided that if we made things around here a little bit sexier, we could break him out of his depression over Christine, and at the same time get his libido going again. Today's our first full day. And according to Alan, it appears to be working. Look how much happier he is already! Alan, do you think this dress is sexy?"

Everyone looked at Alan. 

There's no doubt he was smiling and happy if a bit in awe. He was practically struck stupid by Suzanne's sexiness, and was losing badly at cards. "Uh, yeah," was all he could manage.

Suzanne continued, "If you feel comfortable doing it, you can also dress up a bit more sexily, Katherine. The more the merrier, right Alan?"

"Okay!" Katherine answered before Alan could.

Susan quickly interjected, "The emphasis there is on 'a bit.' Let's not overdo this, okay? Everything in moderation. Isn't your dress a little too much, Suzanne? I mean, really! And only in this house, is that clear, Angel? I feel horrible just thinking about some strange man looking at my daughter with lust in his eyes."

Katherine giggled happily. "Sure. What a good idea! Of course I'll help out. Anything for my number one brother!"

"Hey, I'm your only brother," said Alan.

"That's why you're my number one brother," she joked.

No more was said of such things that evening.

Katherine thought later, Looks like Suzanne has the same kind of thoughts that I've been having. Sexing things up. That's good, that gives me the green light to step things up some more. 

But what's her motive? Is it just to help Brother out, or does she want him too? If she does, she doesn't have the whole incest problem to deal with like I do, plus she's like a thousand times sexier than I am. I can't compete! 

But on the other hand, if she keeps pushing, maybe that could open doors for me too. Maybe we could all help him out. It's probably my only serious chance to turn my dreams into reality. I'm not that good at talking my mom into stuff, but Suzanne can talk her into doing just about anything. She's amazing, and she knows it.

Suzanne did not in fact visit Alan's room again that evening. She decided, I'll have to pace myself more, if I don't want Susan to get suspicious or mad. Making her wear that maid outfit was really pushing my luck; if I get caught naked with Alan straight on the heels of that I'll be in big trouble. Best let things cool down a bit for a few days. All in all, my plan to seduce Alan is working like a charm. All I need is patience.

CHAPTER 7 (Tuesday, Oct. 1) 

Susan and Suzanne now frequently showed themselves off to Alan. Suzanne dressed a lot more boldly than Susan did, but Susan was at least making an effort to "sex things up" to help Alan reach his daily target.

His sister Katherine was also busy with her own plans to "sex things up." Because of her longstanding secret crush on her brother, she could hardly believe she had a green light of sorts to act sexy around him too. She plotted just what she should do when and how far she could dare go. 

When Alan came home on Tuesday afternoon, he was surprised to find Katherine standing in the living room, wearing the sexiest and most revealing clothes he'd ever seen her wear. She had on a tight white top that left her stomach exposed, and an extremely short pair of white shorts. It was a not-so-subtle imitation of what Susan had worn the night before last. 

Katherine, feeling his eyes upon her, asked shyly, "Hey Bro! How do you like my clothes? I bought these things last year, but ended up never wearing 'em. Now, Mom will finally let me." 

He thought, You know what? I don't think she's wearing a bra. Just like Mom and Aunt Suzy. True, her boobs aren't Wonders of the World like theirs, but they're still plenty to get my heart racing, and that's a fact! Especially since she's bouncing all over. I guess she's excited that she's allowed to wear these clothes? I dunno. Women.

"They're very nice," he admitted honestly. He joked, "They're like, from this century!" 

She was very pleased and laughed heartily. She bounced around some more, breaking into some of her cheerleader routines. 

He left the room but realized he'd left his backpack behind and returned a minute later. He was surprised to find Katherine still there, but now standing still with her eyes closed and an intent look on her face. She had two hands down below her waist, and was making strange motions with them. 

If I didn't know better, it almost looks like her hands are making the motions of someone stroking a penis, Alan thought. But obviously that can't be, he concluded. He was too shy to ask what she was doing, and left the room unnoticed.

(Actually, she'd figured he would come back for his backpack and wanted him to discover her like that.) 

He was so surprised at her behavior that about a minute later he had to go back to look at her again. She was still making the strange hand motions, but this time curiosity got the best of her and she looked up as he came in. She immediately stopped her hand motions and even put her hands behind her back in embarrassment.

There was no hiding that fact that he'd seen her doing something, so he asked, "Katherine, what are you doing there?"

"Oh, nothing!" she said, pretending to be flustered. "Nothing at all! I wasn't thinking about you, really!" She gawked at his crotch. "It was, uh, this other guy. Actually, I wasn't thinking of anybody. Um, that reminds me, Mom asked me to go do something." She fled the room.

That only amazed Alan even more. What the heck was that about? I mean, that totally looks like she was fantasizing stroking a guy. She acted so guilty, too. And was she staring at my shorts for a moment, there? Dang, that was bizarre. I hope she didn't see my erection. 

He then walked into the dining room and found Susan and Suzanne chatting and drinking coffee. His eyes went to his mother first.

Susan wore a red silk top that didn't particularly reveal her big breasts, but it left her stomach completely uncovered. That was pretty sexy by itself, because she had the firm abdominals of an athlete, since she and Suzanne worked out together every day, and also because even showing off her belly button was a very rare event. She wore shorts, shorter than any she'd worn before. In the back, the shorts reached just as far down as the fold of skin at the edge of her ass cheeks. He didn't recognize either item, which was because they were both Suzanne's clothes that even Suzanne had never been bold enough to wear. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 02



They both got up upon seeing him, and bounded across the room to him. 

With all the bouncing that ensued, he knew that, again, neither of them was wearing a bra.

Both of them hugged him, pressing into him from either side. 

He realized, I can feel four nipples pressing against my chest! All at once! Somehow I could believe this kind of thing coming from Aunt Suzy, but it just doesn't seem possible that my mom would dress like this as well. Someone wake me up from this weird dream. I'm having totally unthinkable feelings about both of them. Constantly! 

He hadn't gotten a good look at Suzanne yet, but when the hug ended he took the opportunity to scope out her outfit. She wore a dark blue dress that impressively

Alan loved the dark blue color, as it contrasted with her dark reddish-brown hair and pale creamy skin so effectively. The dress put her cleavage on exceptionally fine display.

What do you think, Alan?" Suzanne asked, knowing full well he was checking her out. "Va-va-voom!" She stepped back and positioned herself like the famous scene of Marilyn Monroe standing above an air grate. Unfortunately there was no wind to blow her dress up, but the pose was a big hit with him just the same. She brushed a hand through her hair and stared at him with hungry eyes. 

As she leaned over, he could see her boobs hanging down dramatically inside her dress. He'd already been hard from seeing Katherine's revealing outfit and suggestive hand gestures, but now his penis seemed to turn as hard as steel.

Susan laughed happily but nervously, and said, "My friend is so shameless, isn't she? Suzanne, you really go too far." She began walking towards the kitchen, saying, "Come on, Tiger, you must be thirsty. What would you like to drink?"

As Susan poured Alan his favorite drink, milk, Suzanne added, "I dressed your mother up in some of my clothes today, because all of hers are so totally square." 

Susan leaned back over a counter towards the dining room, and playfully stuck her tongue out at Suzanne. In the process, she bent over and revealed to Alan nearly as much of her equally considerable cleavage as Suzanne had just done. The difference was, she didn't know what she was showing, whereas Suzanne mostly certainly knew the impact of every flirty move she made.

Suzanne continued, "Starting tomorrow, the two of us are going shopping and will get her some new clothes. She's been the fashion torchbearer for the Victorian Era for far too long! I have a news flash: Victoria's Secret has nothing to do with Queen Victoria."

Susan laughed, flicked her wrist, and said "Oh, you!" like some silly schoolgirl. She giggled nervously. This was very atypical behavior for her. She was uncomfortable about the whole "sex things up" policy.

Soon the situation was back to normal, with the two of them sitting at the dining room table again. Alan made up an excuse to leave and went back to his room to beat off. After the unprecedented sexy triple display of the three women closest to him, he had no trouble at all getting quick relief. He tried to think of Suzanne, since she was the least forbidden fantasy object, but he ended up thinking about all three of them.

He felt guilty about that when his climax was over, but that didn't stop him from thinking about all three of them the next time. And the time after that. 

He spent much of the evening masturbating in his room, or if he wasn't up for that, then thinking about all that he'd seen lately. But most of all he was dying of anticipation, because of Suzanne's visit the night before. He expected her to come in and do a repeat same at any moment. 

But he was disappointed - Susan and Suzanne got to talking, and Suzanne was unable to find a chance to be alone before it grew late and she had to leave. (Suzanne spent most of the time trying to overcome Susan's objections to the whole "sex things up" idea.)

Alan had set a personal record of seven orgasms the day before. He ended up equaling it this day, even without new inspiration from Suzanne. He was concerned, though, if what had happened was a freak event, but he needn't have worried.

Suzanne was very determined to give him much more assistance soon.

CHAPTER 8 (Wednesday, Oct. 2)

The next afternoon, Alan hurried home, masturbated, took a nap, then woke up and masturbated again. This was becoming his daily routine and served as two dependable checks on his chart out of the six he needed. He was so sexually naïve that he couldn't actually imagine having sex, and instead dreamed of running his hands over naked skin. Even kissing seemed beyond him. He mostly thought about Suzanne and again tried to push lustful thoughts of Katherine and Susan out of his head. He was a bit more successful with that this time, mostly because his dreaming of another Suzanne visit was more than enough fantasy fodder for him.

But not long after finishing for the second time, the object of his fantasy knocked on his door. This time, Suzanne was smarter about her arrival than she had been last time. Rather than come in before he'd masturbated, she decided it was better to come in immediately after. That would make it harder to get him aroused, but it also meant he could stay hard a lot longer. She actually waited outside with an ear and a cup to his door until she heard the quiet noises from his bed finally stop. Then she knocked. "Sweetie? It's your Aunt Suzy." 

"Come in," yelled Alan. 

Again, he had thrown on only a T-shirt and shorts but no underwear, but did it deliberately this time. He sat up in his bed with a science fiction novel, trying to act casual. In fact, his heart was already pounding with excitement from the moment he heard her voice.

This time he thought he she'd be wearing the same outfit she' had on earlier, and he was eagerly looking forward to seeing it on her. But to his surprise, she was wearing something even sexier. She now wore a skimpy summer dress that was partly see-through. Or perhaps it was lingerie - he wasn't sure. His heart beat even faster. Oh man! Sweet! I just know something good is gonna happen. 

Suzanne walked right over to his bed, and said, "I thought we could do more of what we did the day before yesterday. I've got some more Internet porn to show you. Does that sound fun?"

"Very," he said enthusiastically. He was really nervous, but a little more confident than the nervous wreck he was yesterday, since he had a better sense of what would happen.

"Great, but why the dungeon look? I thought you were over your big depression." The heavy drapes were drawn again, keeping the room nearly dark as night.

Alan tried to think. He didn't want to open the drapes because he was hoping the same lighting effect would allow him to glimpse the reflections of her breasts again, but of course he couldn't say that. So instead he claimed, "I just woke up from a nap, and when I open the drapes it hurts my eyes. Besides, it keeps the room cool. It's so hot lately."

"Just wondering," Suzanne said. With the double meaning evident in her voice, she noted, "Things are getting pretty hot." More playfully, she added, "Although, I was rather hoping you'd say you were a vampire and wanted to bite my neck."

Alan realized he had a problem. His penis was already hard as iron, and sticking out through the zipper fly of his tight, short shorts. To stuff them back into the shorts would be like putting an elephant into a breadbox. He wanted to look at the porn with his erection secretly hanging out, like he did the time before. That had made things a lot more fun, and a loss less painful, than they otherwise would have been. But he was sitting under covers in his bed, not in front of the computer. How to get from here to there without her noticing?

"Maybe it's better if you open them a crack," he suggested.

"Okay. I take it you mean the drapes and not my clothes," she responded playfully (not that her clothes had any cracks to open, as they already were barely clinging to her body). 

When she faced away from him and walked towards the window a few feet away, he leaped out of his bed and made it to his computer chair in record time. He immediately scooted up the chair to make sure his exposed penis went far under the desk, just like it did before. 

However, the lightning fast action of a sleepy boy immediately roused Suzanne's suspicion. She took a good look at him from across the room. At first she couldn't see anything much, as his back was now turned to her, but as she walked closer towards his desk she hit the right angle that showed his exposed hard-on.

Oh joy she thought, and clasped her hands together in glee. Just look at that big boy! This is going to be even more fun than I thought! How many more days will it take for my scheme to unfold before he's pounding me silly with that thing? I can't wait!

She went to his stereo to put on some music. She looked at his CD collection with a frown. "I don't suppose you have any classical, do you? Ravel, maybe?" It was obvious he didn't, even though he was too excited to answer. So she put on The Pretenders' first album instead. She figured that could help set a sexy mood. 

She sat down right at his side like she did yesterday, and judged it time to discuss the weather some more, to open up further teasing possibilities.

"So you call this cool, huh?" She grabbed one part of her dress in front of her boobs and began pulling it out and away from her cleavage then back towards her slowly and repeatedly, as if she was fanning herself. Each time she pulled the dress away, she completely exposed her breasts to Alan's helplessly gawking eyes. She left one boob totally naked by the time she was done fanning.

"I don't know about you, but I'm soooo hot!" she added. 

The house luckily wasn't air-conditioned, but Suzanne had gone further and, using the bathroom across the hallway, dabbed herself with water all over before coming to Alan. The effect was that her clothes were sticking to her all over, and rivulets of water were running down her skin everywhere. She looked like she was sweating profusely, as if she'd just run a marathon. She finally pulled the shirt away from her and used one hand to keep it open, allowing Alan unrestricted access to peek at her naked boobs, glistening with dripping water.

God, I've never seen anything so sexy! Alan thought. "You are HOT!" he abruptly said out loud, in pure amazement. Then he blushed at his brashness.

"Why Sweetie," she replied coyly, "are you saying I look unusually warm, or are you saying that I'm an attractive woman?"

Tough question, he thought. Am I allowed to call Aunt Suzy "hot" or did I really make a blunder? He looked at her again, with her exposed breasts just a foot from his face. He had a strong urge to simply bury his face in there. Damn, if I can't call her hot, then nothing is hot.

"Uh, urm, both, actually." There was a long pause as he built up to say something. He finally spit it out. "Um, Aunt Suzy? I should warn you that your, uh, your top, well, it's kind of come undone."

She beamed. "Sweetie! You're just too sweet! Thanks for the warning, but don't you think I know what I'm showing?" 

Alan was having a hard time figuring out where to look. He still couldn't believe she wouldn't mind if he stared at her chest. "You mean...? But, what about, what about your husband? I have to respect your marriage." His eyes bounced back and forth from her face to her chest as he battled his lustful urges.

She shook her head in disbelief. "Sweetie, you're too nice. Let me worry about that, okay? Let's just say there's no love lost between my husband and I."

Alan still protested, "But I can't just stare at you."

"Why not? That's the whole idea of sexing things up."

He said with complete sincerity, "Because once I start staring, I won't be able to stop, probably not until my eyeballs fall out. You're just too beautiful!"

CHAPTER 9

"My Sweetie!" Suzanne delightedly reached around him and gave him a big hug, which wasn't hard to do, as he was already leaning over so far towards her chest. 

He felt her hardened nipples pressing firmly into his chest. Now she's touching me! Living goddess Suzanne is touching me! That can't be her nipples, can it? Someone pinch me! 

She tried her best to get her boobs to rub against his chest without making it look too obvious. She figured she would have to take it one step at a time with him.

"Thank you so much!" she went on. "You've never complimented my looks before, you meanie. Do you really think I'm attractive?" she pulled back from her tight hug so he could get a more complete look at her, even as she remained sitting in the adjacent chair. One of her breasts still hung lewdly out of her dress. 

Alan couldn't believe his luck. This is too weird, too good. Something strange is going on! he thought nervously. I really must be in a Twilight Zone episode. Maybe the one where the guy thinks he's in Heaven, but it turns out to be Hell. This is all a big joke or something.

"Yes. You're gorgeous," he finally said.

"Oh, Alan!" She hammed up a dramatic swoon backwards, for his benefit. "Oh, I'm so excited. That makes looking at these naughty pictures that much more fun, don't you think?" She turned to the computer and said, "Why don't we get started? Let's pretend I don't realize my top is completely falling off though. I think it'll be more fun that way."

"Yeah okay," he somehow mumbled as he watched her begin typing on the keyboard. The breast closest to him still hung out, but as she leaned forwards, the dress fell forwards as well, causing both tits to be completely exposed to his eyes. Her top did really seem to be completely falling off. Both shoulder straps were in grave danger of slipping down her arms, which would leave her truly topless.

Alan wanted to stroke his exposed erection so badly he could cry, but he didn't for fear of giving away that it was sticking out under the desk.

When she finished typing the web link, she again put one arm behind him and placed her hand on his opposite shoulder. This caused one of her naked tits to press against his own uncovered arm, just below the bottom of his shirtsleeve. 

He could feel all the sweaty wetness on her arm seeping onto his. 

He thought, cluelessly, I can't believe it! Is she hinting I can touch her too? No way! That would be way more than just sexing things up a little. She'd never go for that. Only in my dreams! 

The room was still dark enough so he could see her chest through the reflection in the monitor again as well. 

With her other hand she manipulated the mouse, causing naked pictures to pop up as they did the day before.

The website had a generic name, but like yesterday, it was actually the one she had thrown together herself in the past few days. So there were no advertisements or flashy graphics, just lots of picture links to click on. This way, she could control exactly what he saw.

She grabbed his hand and guided it over the mouse as if he'd never used a mouse before. "Yesterday I just showed some pictures of women, but today I thought I'd show you some pictures of people together. Here, go ahead and click on any of the links." Actually, it was just another excuse to touch.

She asked, "There. Doesn't that just make you hot?" He clicked open more pictures, which showed men fucking women, women on women, and much more. "I know it gets me going." 

These pictures were much more explicit than the pinups from before, but it wasn't like Alan needed the stimulation to get any more aroused. He was barely even aware there was a computer in front of him. He felt himself drowning in her perfume. Last time she smelled like vanilla and this time he could swear she smelt vaguely like cinnamon. Whatever it was, he loved it. 

She took both of her hands, now that she wasn't holding the mouse, and began caressing her body outside of her clothes, while she stared intently at the screen. At first she did it very subtly, as if she didn't even realize what she was doing. But she gradually began moving her hands further a field, and more vigorously. 

"I get so HOT looking at these pictures," she said breathlessly.

Alan turned his head and just stared at her instead of the naked photos. Holy cow! Look at her! Real life is so much better!

One of her hands finally reached an exposed breast, after going seemingly everywhere else. Realizing she couldn't keep up the pretense that she didn't notice she was hanging out all over forever, she looked at her boob and exclaimed with surprise, "Oh, would you look at that!" She looked at Alan's face and said, "Looks like you already are!" Then she giggled.

Alan got really red in the face and muttered, "Sorry..."

"No reason to be!" she came back quickly. "Your mother, sister, and I are trying to get you horny, so you can jack off more often. So something like an exposed boob or two can only help, right? You don't mind, do you?"

"Mind?" he asked incredulously. "No, that's cool," he said in an unsuccessful attempt to brush it off like he was cool and didn't care one way or another. As if this kind of thing happens all the time ... not!

"Does it get you excited?" she asked, obviously excited herself.

He said, "Yeah," but he couldn't bear to look her in the face while saying so. He turned away towards the wall.

"Well if that's the case," said Suzanne, "maybe I'll just leave them hanging out, then. In fact, maybe I'll just open this dress up a bit more. That might help you out." She pushed a strap off of her shoulder, and then pushed the other one off as well. That left the skimpy, partly transparent dress crumpled uselessly around her waist.

Alan was still very aware of the fact that Suzanne was a married woman. Even though she'd given him permission to gawk, he still felt like a criminal whenever he did. However, despite all the guilt, his lust won out. He couldn't resist turning around again to see what she did. He was thrilled to see her completely naked from the waist up. 

She leaned forward towards the computer screen, exciting him even more. Her breasts were very firm and high. The nipples poked out as if they were trying to fly towards the computer screen, and were attempting to pull the rest of the boobs outwards in a frustrated attempt to fly away.

She smiled at Alan, and then again stared at the computer screen, as if she was so absorbed with the pictures there that she was completely oblivious to the fact Alan was looking only at her and didn't give a flying fuck about the pictures. 

She leaned forward on both arms even further, until she was practically over the desk. This caused her dress to slide down her body until it was barely caught by her hips. "Oh, I just loooove looking at these pictures! I love it!" 

She closed her eyes and wiggled her body slightly back and forth, knowing this would cause her tits to rock and sway. 

"I love it! So good!" she said again even more enthusiastically.

Alan was beyond shocked, beyond aroused. From the look on her face, he wondered if she was in the throes of an orgasm. 

He wasn't far off with his guess. She was putting on an exaggerated show, but in actual fact she really was getting close to an orgasm just from being an exhibitionist.

Suddenly, she sat back down and looked very casually at Alan. "Don't you?" she asked in a perfectly calm voice.

"What was that? Don't I what?" said the stunned teenager. It occurred to him that he'd never actually seen a completely bare chest in real life before. He was rapidly approaching his limit of how much excitement he could take without spontaneously cumming. If he dared to touch his erection in any way whatsoever, he knew it would be all over.




Six Times a Day Pt. 03



Part 3: Beat It

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. If you're interested in the illustrated version, contact me. On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Oct. 3) 

A couple of hours after school on the next afternoon, Alan found himself sitting in the living room with Suzanne while Susan was cooking dinner in the kitchen. Suzanne had been reading the newspaper, but Alan took advantage of the chance to be alone with her to ask a question.

"Aunt Suzy?"

"Hmm?" She put the newspaper down and smiled his way.

He dropped his voice. "Um, you know what you said the other night, that I could stare at your boobs? Is that true for anytime, or just when we're checking out the websites together?"

Suzanne looked at him with slight indignation. "Just in your room, of course. What kind of woman do you think I am?" But even as she said this, the shoulder straps on her dress began to slide down her shoulders.

She continued to protest, "It's not like I'm going to rip my clothes off for you at any old time. I am a married woman, you know. I have my limits." As she spoke, both shoulder straps slid off simultaneously and the top of her dress fell down, leaving her exposed from the waist up. She pretended to be oblivious and indignant, but she couldn't stop from grinning just a little.

Alan grinned a lot. "I see." 

"I'm sure you do." She was grinning more.

"How did you do that? It's like the straps moved on their own. Were you making little wiggles with your shoulders or something?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Boy, is it just me, or did it get breezy in here all of the sudden?" 

Alan smiled some more, but then he rushed upstairs to masturbate yet again. "Thanks for the help, Aunt Suzy!"

She smiled, pulled her dress back up, and went back to reading the newspaper. Yep. Things are getting a lot more interesting around here. I can't wait until the time is ripe to do more than just looking. 

Suzanne had to go home to cook dinner at the Pestridge house, but she came back after dinner and went straight to Alan's room. She and Alan had another "Internet porn viewing session," which really meant another "staring at Suzanne nearly naked session." 

At first, events unfolded nearly exactly as they'd done the night before, but Alan wasn't complaining. He could only dream that things would go on like that every night. Suzanne even had him keep his penis hanging out beneath the desk, just like he did the two times before.

But then it got even better. Suzanne still insisted on the pretense that they were looking at Internet porn, though Alan ended up facing Suzanne and only made token glances back to the screen. While she pretended to be busy viewing the porn, not only had her top fallen off again, but her pleated skirt slowly rode up her thighs until the hem of it reached her pussy. Then, ever so slowly, she slumped forward in her chair. But with some clever manipulation, she went forward but her dress did not, causing the hem to ride up and over her pussy, even exposing some of her bush.

Alan was absolutely beside himself. It was the first pussy he'd seen in real life. He was so excited that he forgot to breathe for quite a long time.

But then, only a minute or two later, Suzanne acted as if she was uncomfortable and shifted positions. Then her pussy got completely covered up again.

She quelled his disappointment by saying, "Sweetie, the whole purpose of me being here is to help you have lots of nice climaxes, so why don't you start now?" 

"You mean...?" 

She grinned, picked up a towel, and handed it to him. "Let's not give that board under your desk any more messy grief."

Alan took the towel and put it down near him, but he said, "I dunno. I'd like to, but I'm having such a good time. And I'm so excited that I know if I touch it, it'll all be over in seconds. I really wanna keep having fun."

She suggested, "Then touch it and shoot off. I'm in no big rush to go anywhere. When you recover, you'll last a lot longer and we'll have even more fun."

He couldn't turn down that idea. So he came into the towel more or less instantly as he'd predicted. Then within minutes, he was hard again. Suzanne muttered something about the resilience of youth. Before long, he resumed stroking but he was self-conscious about it so he did it far under the desk. While he stroked, Suzanne periodically looked at Internet porn and gave running commentaries about what she wanted to do with the attractive women pictured there.

She said things like, "Ooh, Sweetie, look at this one. She's a hottie. Look at that rack, wouldn't you just love to play with those zeppelins? And look at those lips. So full, so kissable. Lips like those belong wrapped around a cock, don't you think? Who would you rather have suck your cock, me or Ms. Zeppelin here?"

Alan squeaked out as he masturbated, "You!"

She laughed. "Good answer. But I'd hate for Ms. Zeppelin to miss out on that tree trunk you're trying to hide beneath the desk. Maybe she and I can take turns blowing you." She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "You know, from this angle I can see everything. I think I'll just stay here with my head perched on your shoulder and watch you spank your salami. I can't wait to see that volcano of teenaged lust explode."

She switched back to her regular voice (while keeping her head there, staring at what Alan was doing), and resumed her picture narration. "Ms. Zeppelin has a mighty fine pussy, too. Mmmm. Look at those nether lips, all puffed up and meaty. I wouldn't mind a taste of that. Can you just imagine her and I locked in a sixty-nine?"

She went on and on in this manner, describing in intimate detail all the things she and Alan could do to the pictured porn models. Needless to say, Alan's second climax with her wasn't too long in arriving either.

Alan loved the whole encounter, but it was the brief sight of her pussy that he vowed to never forget. 

He wrongly assumed that all her sexy talk was just that, talk. He didn't even really believe Suzanne was bisexual, since she'd never shown the slightest hint of that in all the many years he'd known her, and he wrongly assumed that was just more sexy talk. Plus, he was so sexually inexperienced that the idea of actually having full blown intercourse with Suzanne seemed beyond impossible. He felt that she was the living embodiment of Jessica Rabbit and he was just a nerd who'd never been kissed who was being helped with his weird medical treatment. Suzanne's pussy was merely some far off wonder that one could only admire and never touch.

After Suzanne left, Alan went to the living room to watch TV by himself. 

Katherine knew when the late show he was watching would end, and knew she could tell exactly when he'd return to his room by the sound of the TV turning off. So she went into the bathroom, took a shower, and waited to spring herself on him.

As Alan came down the hallway heading towards his room, Katherine took advantage of the fact that the bathroom was across the hallway from Alan's room and, when she heard his footsteps were close, burst out into the hallway wearing only a towel. 

Her timing was perfect: she bumped right into him. The bump was nothing special, but the towel was barely hanging on to her so she pulled away from him, her towel fell down in a seemingly accidental way.

Alan watched in what seemed to be slow motion as the towel fell. Her breasts slowly came into view. 

But Katherine wasn't fully comfortable with this kind of behavior, even though she'd initiated it. She grabbed the towel in mid-air and clutched it to her body, preventing it from falling any further. Her face already looked nervous and guilty before the towel fell, but appeared even more that way afterwards, so her blush was hardly feigned. 

Luckily, Alan wasn't looking at her face, but rather at her breasts that were still exposed above the arms now wrapped around her. 

Katherine looked down, saw what she was still exposing, and blushed even deeper. She cried, "Alan!" and looked at him in dismay, as if the whole thing was his fault. Then she fled to her room. No other words were said between them during the whole incident, and the two didn't even make eye contact.

Alan was far too aroused to question why his sister walked out of the shower in just a towel, something she'd never done before. Despite all the recent nudity around the house, he couldn't imagine she would ever expose herself on purpose, especially since she seemed perturbed about it. He just assumed that he'd had an incredibly lucky free show. 

He hurried back to his room to masturbate for the seventh time that day. He never realized it was physically possible for a male to masturbate as many times a day as he was doing now. 

He was too wiped out for any more that night, but his brain could think of little else but all the excitement he'd had that day. Not only did Katherine flash him with the towel, but she and Suzanne had been dressing sexily and acting provocatively all day. And then there was Suzanne's visit. Susan hadn't worn anything particularly revealing, but he still could easily recall her black cocktail dress from the night before. 

Just down the hallway, Katherine was in her room, lying in her bed and doing the same thing as him. Her chest pounded with excitement from the brief exposure, and it was a long time before her breath returned to normal. She thought, That was so scary! So scary! But so good. I can't help myself - I just have to do it again. Soon!

CHAPTER 2 (Friday, Oct. 4)

Friday afternoon, Alan played a game of basketball with some friends. He came home really needing a shower, but the one across from his room was broken. (No one but Suzanne knew that Suzanne had helped break it, in hopes that Alan would be forced to use Susan's and interesting encounters could result.) He went into the bathroom adjoining his mother's bedroom and heard the shower running. He was really sweaty and tired, so he yelled into the bathroom door, "Hello! I could use a shower real soon!"

It was his mother who replied, "Sorry! You'll have to wait, I just got in here!" 

Grumbling, Alan went back into his room and started reading. He had to take his shirt off because the sweat continued to pour off him. He left his door open to listen for when the shower was free. 

Susan's shampoo bottle was empty. She could have sworn she'd brought in plenty of shampoo earlier in the day. She didn't know that Suzanne had drained her bottle and made sure Katherine wasn't around to help get another one. She'd remembered Suzanne's advice, not so coincidentally given just an hour before, to take advantage of situations that arose to help sex things up, such as giving Alan a brief peek of her behind the shower curtain. So she said, "Hey Tiger? Can you come here for a sec?" 

He got up and went to the bathroom door so he could hear her better. "Yeah? What is it?"

"My shampoo has run out. Can you come in here and get another bottle for me?" 

"Sure." Alan screwed up his courage and walked into the bathroom. The shower curtain was drawn, and he could see little of his mother except vague, fleshy shapes through a clouded plastic screen. 

A hand poked out from behind the shower curtain, holding a shampoo bottle. 

She said, "The bottle here is empty, but you should find another just like it in the bottom right cabinet. It's the only shampoo in there." 

He quickly found the right bottle and held it in his hand. He didn't know what to do with it. "Um, how do you want me to give it to you?" he asked, and then realized that wasn't the best way to phrase things, given the circumstances.

Susan had been expecting to just give Alan a tantalizing glimpse of her body's shape through the opaque curtain. Frankly, that was all Suzanne expected as well, assuming her shower setup worked at all. 

But Susan found herself saying, "Just slip it in my hand."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she thought, What on Earth?! Did I just say that?! Now he's going to have to open the shower curtain and see me completely naked! She didn't even realize it consciously, but her body loved being stared at by Alan when she'd worn sexy outfits the past few days. It wanted more, even if her logical brain did not. 

Alan was at a loss over what to do. Her hand was on the other side of that curtain, and it didn't look like that hand would reach out to him any time soon. He couldn't believe his mother, the same mother that told him dancing was sinful and bikinis should be illegal, was going to let him see her backside in the buff. 

After some long moments passed, she still didn't make any move to reach towards him. 

So, reluctantly and nervously, he pulled the curtain open. There was a shower door he needed to open too, but he couldn't. He was immobilized by the lusty and lovely vision in front of him.

Susan stood with her back to him, lathering her body up with soap. She seemed to pay him no mind at all. In fact, her heart was wildly pounding and her face was burning at the realization her son was looking at her completely naked body. She had no idea what she was doing or why, but her intellect seemed helpless to stop her libido.

A few moments passed where he just stared at her back. He thought, My GOD! I have never seen any woman so scorching hot anywhere in my life! Not even Suzanne! Not even on the TV or in movies. Every inch is complete perfection. Dad must be absolutely INSANE to go out of town practically all year. Man, if I had a wife like that, I would never, ever, EVER leave the bedroom! Seriously! 

He'd been erect since she'd told him to come help her in the bathroom. But now his erection was so hard and engorged that it seemed like it had swollen to twice its size. 

Finally, she turned her body partly towards him and eyed the bottle over her shoulder. However, she was surprised to see him topless, and for a second she feared that he had stripped naked. She looked down and realized with great relief that he still wore his shorts, but she couldn't help but notice the pulsing monster threatening to rip his shorts in two.

That both excited and frightened her. She reached out to grab the bottle from him, but then she realized the glass shower door was still closed. "Could you open the door, Tiger?"

Alan reached out to do so, but his hands seemed to move as slow as molasses. He wanted to prolong this once-in-a-lifetime experience as long as he could. His eyes gobbled up her firm ass, shapely back, and a side view of one tremendous boob while her eyes watched the progress of his hands opening the door.

Finally the door opened up. They both realized there was nothing between their bodies but air and Alan's shorts. 

Susan mentally freaked out as she thought about that. She reached out, grabbed the bottle, and turned her back on him. "Thanks a ton!" She was too embarrassed to make eye contact. 

She thought her little dare of sorts was over, and breathed a big sigh of relief. Phew! Thank goodness! What's gotten into me? He probably saw all of my bouncing boobs when I reached out, too. Heck, what am I talking about - he's certainly staring at my butt this very instant! That's so ... improper! 

Alan still stood there. He mumbled, "Um... Sure." He tried to drink in as much as he could of her naked body, hoping to permanently burn the image into his brain. It was the first time he'd ever seen a woman fully naked in real life, since Suzanne hadn't completely taken her dress off the day before. 

"I'll just be going then," he said after a few more seconds. His eyes focused mostly on her sudsy buttocks, but his eyes roamed everywhere. Her toned, muscular legs and the gentle curves of her back seemed to be urgently demanding his attention somehow.

Susan closed her eyes tightly. She could tell he was still there, still staring. Her thoughts drifted to the big bulge she'd seen in his shorts, and then she drifted back to visions of Akami stroking it in the doctor's office. She couldn't consciously admit to herself just how much she loved that her body had gotten him so hard, but the feeling was good enough that she couldn't muster the resolve to ensure that he left.

In fact, she stepped back and turned a bit, giving him a great side view of her glistening wet body. She brought her hands to her breasts, though it was unclear, even to herself, if she was making a feeble effort to cover them up or cupping them and thrusting them out and upwards to give him a better view. 

She was barely able to control the excitement in her voice as she said, "You know, Tiger, things have been a bit strange lately. To say the least! I hope you don't mind me being more open, like asking you to help with the shampoo. I figure it can only help you out with your treatment. Are you okay with stuff like that? I'm a bit confused about it, but Suzanne thinks it's the right thing to do. I'm just trying to follow her advice about what's best for you." Then she turned away again. 

Alan thought, Jesus H. Christ! I saw a bit of her bush. And a nipple, too! I had no idea my mom is so, so... well, just plain fuckable! 

He tried to speak, stuttered on air, and then cleared his throat. "Yeah, um, yeah. Sure. Um, thanks, too. I'll be going now."

But her hands now were repeatedly sliding over her ass in what looked to be a very sexual way. There was no way Alan could tear his eyes away from such a sexy sight. 

She thought, This has to stop! I'm acting like some kind of porn star performing a strip tease. I'm putting on a private sex show for my very own son! This has to stop. But if it's so wrong, why do I feel so good, so alive? She shifted her weight onto one butt cheek and then onto the other. Then squeezing some shampoo into her hands, she raised both arms up in the air and began rubbing the shampoo into her wet hair. She arched her back, a pose that made her look remarkably like she was in the throes of sexual ecstasy.

Alan continued to stand there for another minute or more, losing all track of time. If I were a braver man, I'd reach out and touch her. Maybe ask if she needs help washing her back. But I could never do that! It's just the same as if she's a million miles away from me right now, because there's no way I could ever get the courage to touch her. I think I'd die of fright, even if she asked me to do it. Especially if she asked me to!

"Okay, good to hear you're okay with that," Susan said after another long pause. 

"Thanks for the help with the shampoo. I'm all set now," she added after yet more moments passed.

The conversation continued in slow motion, with Alan finally responding after some more time passed with, "Okay, I'll just be going then. ... I'll, I'll see you later." That was the third time he'd announced he was leaving.




Six Times a Day Pt. 03



Alan took one last look at his mother, naked from head to toe only a few feet in front of him. She still had her back turned to him, but even from the back he could see the sides of her orgasm-inducing tits well enough. 

He was amazed from the view he had at just how long, shapely, and toned her legs were. It was all he could do not to whip his penis out and openly masturbate right there in front of her. Many guys would have been driven to aggressiveness or even rape by such a sexy scene, but Alan literally was overwhelmed even at the idea of touching.

She had her back arched backwards dramatically, and her head was bent back even further, so the water pouring from the shower head hit the top of her head directly and then sent the shampoo behind her and down her back instead of down her face. Had her eyes been open, she would have been staring directly up at the ceiling. Her arms again reached up so she could rub the shampoo into her hair.

Alan found the sight of the musculature around her bare armpits surprisingly captivating. 

Her butt cheeks were clenched, and much of the shampoo suds ran down her back and onto them. Her legs were slightly spread, but a view of her pussy through her legs was hidden by a large accumulation of suds between her thighs.

She turned the water down, and then paused. Suddenly, she turned her head around on her shoulders and looked down towards Alan's waist, to make sure he wasn't doing anything untoward with his rampant erection. 

He was merely clenching his hands on the crotch of his shorts, as if trying to prevent his penis from escaping. He also was hoping that would somehow help him stop from climaxing, or at least mask it a bit if he did. 

She covered her boobs and crotch as she turned, acting as if it was only a problem if he saw her front side. But her tits were so large that her hands stood no chance of covering them all up, and she didn't even succeed in hiding both of her nipples. She gazed at his crotch far too long to be subtle about it, and then looked up to his face. Her face was one of concern, indicating that things had gone too far and that he had to go. 

It occurred to Alan that she was trembling. That finally broke the spell over him long enough for him to turn around and back away. The shower curtain and shower door were still wide open, as was the door to the bathroom. He walked out of the bathroom in a daze, shaking his head in wonder.

He hurried back to his room so he could masturbate to thoughts of his mother even as he was consumed by guilt for doing so. He also severely chastised himself for being so rude and staring so long. He felt like he wasn't himself, but more like a pinball being bounced around until he didn't know which way was up. 

Susan thought to herself, Why the heck did I just do that? Why didn't I just tell him to go? Why couldn't I have gotten the shampoo myself in the first place? I'm turning into a complete exhibitionist ... and worse! Why does he have to have such a BIG bulge there? And his bare and manly chest... I'm thinking such sinful thoughts about my own son. I can't! I can't! 

But her guilt didn't last long, as she began thinking about Alan watching her naked in the shower. She imagined him aggressively walking into the shower with her, putting his hands on her shoulders, and calling her an exhibitionist slut. Then she imagined him pinning her against the shower wall and slamming his powerfully hard erection into her burning pussy. 

Unconsciously she found herself cleaning her breasts, ass, and crotch very thoroughly with a bar of soap, but she still didn't dare openly masturbate. Masturbating was something she had literally never done in her life and she didn't even really know how to do it. 

As a result, she ended up feeling very frustrated. After the shower ended she felt tremendous guilt, and she banished all unwanted erotic thoughts completely from her mind. She even cried. 

She went downstairs and called Suzanne to come over. She poured out what she called "the whole, sordid, horrible story" of what she'd done in the shower.

Suzanne was surprised and pleased, though she was careful to show only sympathy and concern. 

They talked about it a long time. 

In the end, Suzanne more or less managed to convince Susan that she'd performed a noble deed to help her son's medical treatment. If her body felt strange or tingly, that was just an inconsequential and perfectly harmless side effect. 

Susan was glad for excuses to explain away her behavior. She felt a lot better, and only hours after the shower she changed into a more provocative dress than any she'd worn before. Suzanne didn't even have to explicitly tell her what to wear this time.

CHAPTER 3 

Alan meanwhile was very disturbed that he found himself so turned on by his own mother. After he masturbated he tried to take a nap, but he found he couldn't sleep. He'd barely slept the night before, either. Images of Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were filling his head. Thoughts of them were dominating his mind all day long, almost from the moment the new policy to "sex things up" was announced. 

He got up and paced around and around. What he really wanted to do was talk about all of this with someone, but he felt he couldn't reveal his wicked thoughts to anyone. More disturbingly, the three people he most closely confided in, Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine, were the very people he wanted to talk about. He decided at least that he could talk to his sister in a general way about the overall situation, and get some feedback. He went to her room and knocked on the door.

"Hey Sis?"

"Yes?" she answered through the door.

He waited after hearing this, and hearing nothing more, finally decided to open the door. When he did, the resulting sight was quite a shock for him. Katherine was lying in bed with her satin sheets mostly off of her, and just the skimpiest of nightwear on. 

She cried out, "Alan, I'm nearly naked!" as if he needed that pointed out to him. She pulled herself up from the bed, which had the effect of allowing him to see her rack much better.

Alan stood with his mouth agape and face blushing. "Um, uh, sorry! I'll leave." He started to shut the door.

"No, wait!" Katherine cried out. 

He stopped, but didn't turn around.

She continued more calmly. "It looks like you want to talk about something important. This is the same as if I was wearing a bathing suit really. It's just that you surprised me. What is it?"

Alan reluctantly opened the door again, and tried to look anywhere in the room except at his sister's body. The first thing that came to his mind was how similar his stumbling into a nearly naked Katherine was to his stumbling into a completely naked Susan less than an hour before. So he started with that. "Weird things are happening lately, Sis. Earlier I accidentally walked in on Mom taking a shower. But she didn't immediately shoo me away, so I kind of looked at her. Naked. Can you imagine that? Our mom, letting me see her naked? And now I see you like ... this." 

He looked at her body again, and saw how she was leaning forward as if in rapt attention, but the effect was to cause her tits to nearly spill out of her bikini styled top. One shoulder strap was slowly sliding down her arm.

He went on, with greater agitation and more difficulty in concentrating, "And, uh, anyways, these things never ever happened, and now they're suddenly happening all the time before. Is it all connected to the new 'sexing things up' effort? Does that explain it all?"

Katherine lied, "I dunno. I'm not really sexing things up, I'm just finally wearing the clothes I want to, now that Mom'll let me. Like, look at this nightgown. It's so silky and comfy. If you ran your hand all over it, you'd know just how comfy it is." 

Alan fell for that. He imagined himself running his hands over it, but it was basically a bikini. The only place to feel it would be right over her pussy or her breasts. 

He suddenly found himself wishing there was a way he could adjust his shorts.

"You are?" Katherine said excitedly. She clapped her hands in delight, causing her bikini to nearly slide completely off a boob. Only her nipple, which appeared to be protruding and hard, stopped it from sliding off. "I'm so happy for you. Isn't that great? Soon you'll be back on schedule with doing your thing."

"Uh, yeah. That's great. I guess," Alan said not very convincingly. He was conflicted and wanted to talk more, but looking at his sister with her clothes so close to falling off was making all attempts at serious conversation impossible for him. So he gave up the attempt. "That's all I wanted to say. That things are weird. I'll go now."

But she kept talking, trying to keep him in the room. "I'm sure you'll get used to it. We're trying to sex things up a little, remember? By the way, how do you like my new pajamas?" 

Alan looked around for pajamas and then realized she was referring to the silk bikini she was wearing. 

She sat up on the edge of the bed and put herself on display, posing like a model. 

Alan was relieved that at least she finally adjusted her shoulder strap.

"Um, nice," he stammered.

"Cool! He likes it!" she answered as if talking to herself more than him. "I bought it just for you yesterday, you know, to help make things sexier. But do you think they're TOO sexy? You're not just my brother, you're like my best friend too. I don't want you to be all weirded out."

Alan was "all weirded out," but he didn't want her to stop wearing it. So he lied, "No, it's cool." He hastily added, "Uuuuhhh, I gotta go. Thanks for talking." His heart was pounding and his brain fogging. He felt he had to go before he reached sensory overload.

"Is that all you wanted to say? Well then I'm going back to sleep." She immediately dropped her head and closed her eyes. But she added, "Thanks a lot, Bro."

Alan just stood and stared at the vision of loveliness. He couldn't fail to miss that the strap had fallen again, causing one nipple to partially poke out of her bikini pajamas. Dang. I've never seen so much of her chest. But there's a nipple, right there! I would never have guessed that hiding under all that clothing my sister actually has an amazing body! She's pretty stacked, too! 

Then it occurred to him that her thanking him seemed incongruous, so he said, "Thanks for what?"

Still lying there with her eyes closed, she mumbled, "Just thanks for being such a great brother. I don't mind looking sexy for you, 'cos I know you'd never take advantage of me. I think helping you get hard is going to be a lot of fun." She didn't open her eyes, but she smiled for him.

Alan stared some more, and then staggered out of the room. He left feeling even more confused than before. He thought in frustration, Great. My cure for getting a hard-on thinking about my mother is getting a hard-on thinking about my sister. Crazy!

He was so weirded out by the back to back nakedness incidents that he decided to spend the next day away from the house to give him some time to think. He spent the whole day at the beach with his friends, Sean and Peter. 

That evening, he went to the movies with yet another friend. By the end of the day, he felt much more himself, and more at ease. 

CHAPTER 4 (Sunday, Oct. 6)

Amy hung out at the Plummer house most evenings and sometimes in the afternoon as well, but she hadn't been there much the past several days. She showed up again Sunday night. 

It seemed that Amy, like her mother Suzanne, also preferred the happy environment of the Plummer house more than the gloomy one of her own Pestridge house. Mostly that was because Amy had become very good friends with Katherine, even though they were one year apart in school. Katherine was a junior, while Amy and her brother Brad were both seniors like Alan. 

Amy was a truly unique girl. She was one of the most beautiful girls in school, as befitted the daughter of Suzanne. Her breasts were still far from the heaving watermelons her mother had, but nonetheless they were more developed than almost everyone else's at the high school and were even a little bigger than Katherine's. They also looked proportionately bigger because she was only five foot eight inches tall compared to Katherine at five foot eleven. 

It also didn't hurt her bustline that she was slightly plump. That by no means meant fat - just that she had a fuller, curvier figure than the typical skinny fashion model. She had mostly light auburn hair that verged on becoming dirty blonde if she spent a lot of time in the sun. But like her mother, she had fair skin and tried to avoid the sun as much as she could.

Her face differed from her mother's though. Whereas Suzanne had a naturally sexy "come hither" look and narrow eyes and eyebrows that made her look very intelligent and worldly, Amy had a much more open and innocent look. She had wider, hazel eyes, and a nearly permanent smiling expression, with big, rosy cheeks. She was almost always happy and content.

But what made her unusual was the rest of her personality. She was frequently called an airhead or a space cadet. She didn't deserve the label, but she did have a unique way about her, and people couldn't get past surface appearances. What perhaps made her seem like such an airhead was her completely naïve and gullible nature. 

She also appeared extremely absent-minded, totally guileless, and naturally kind as well. In this way, she seemed the total opposite of her clever, jaded, and conniving mother. Perhaps it was a subconscious desire to not be like the parts of her mother that she disapproved of that made her that way.

Regardless, her personally and looks perfectly fit the role of cheerleader, and naturally she was on the varsity cheerleading squad. She'd become a cheerleader in large part because it was what Katherine was doing. They were already best friends, but being on the same squad of six cheerleaders only strengthened their bond.

Katherine was on the squad because she wanted to be popular, and she was so good looking that she could get on the team, even though her personality didn't fit in with the other ditzy cheerleaders. Whereas, Amy didn't particularly desire to be popular or be a cheerleader, but it just seemed like the thing she was supposed to do, so she did it. Like Katherine, it wasn't hard for her to get on the team, thanks to her looks. 

So although Amy was a perfectly wonderful girl, she and her mother Suzanne didn't have a whole lot in common. In fact, Suzanne had a hard time understanding her seemingly flighty daughter. 

But Suzanne had an even harder time understanding her other child, Brad. In recent years, he had moved into a world that was completely alien to his mother (and his sister, for that matter). He'd become a rebellious James Dean type, with ever-present black clothes, spiky hair, piercings, and tattoos. He was into loud trash metal music that everyone else in the house hated, and he really loved "macho" men's stuff like cars, football, and fishing. He was on the football team at school as well. So at least he had some areas of common interest with his father. But he had little to talk about with Suzanne other than what food was being served for dinner.

So with a husband she secretly resented and a son she didn't know, the only reason Suzanne had to be home was to be with Amy. But Amy was rarely at home. She was often off with her ditzy friends, doing cheerleader practice, talking about boys, hanging out in malls, and the like. 

When Amy did come home, she was like her mother in that she preferred to be over at the happier Plummer household next door. She was somewhat close to Susan and Alan since they'd known her since before she could talk, but both were also on different wavelengths, Susan with her religious prudishness and age difference, and Alan with his nerdy and boyish pursuits. Her main reason for coming over was Katherine. Amy and Katherine weren't that naturally compatible, but they had shared everything together almost since they were born. Katherine acted like Amy's very protective older sister, even though Amy was the eldest of the two of them.

Amy was so clueless that she needed a lot of protection. All of her friends protected her, especially from leering men. Amy had a sexual encounter once, the year before, but it was a very traumatic experience because the guy had taken advantage of her extreme naiveté and tried to rape her during a date (luckily, he didn't get very far before she successfully cried out for help). So other people were always telling her whom she could do what with and when, and they kept her social life on a short leash.

Therefore, the issue of whether to tell Amy about Alan's medical "situation" was a hard one. On one hand, she came over to the Plummers' house a lot, and like her mother she came and went with her own key without knocking. But on the other hand, nobody really knew if she could keep a secret, because she'd never had to keep an important one before. For all they knew, she might just up and blurt out something in her absent-minded way. Even Suzanne tended to think of Amy as an airhead. 

The result of all this was a very awkward scene that Sunday evening. Alan, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne were in the living room watching TV when Amy came over. That in and of itself wasn't unusual, because the Plummers had a really amazing wide screen TV. That was another reason why Amy liked to come over so much.

But since no one had told Amy about the new "sexing things up" policy, she didn't understand why the three women there were dressed in such revealing clothing. Susan wore a formal and somewhat revealing dress, and Katherine wore a loose summer dress. Suzanne was wearing a much more formal satiny dress she'd just worn to dinner back at her home. But it was clear to Amy that none of the others were wearing any bras. 

None of them realized Amy had entered the house. As she walked into the living room and stood behind Alan, she looked over towards Suzanne and realized that from her point of view, or Alan's, she could see Suzanne's entire pussy!

Suzanne was engaged in a bit of a stealth operation. She'd worn a fancy dress that covered her up more than usual, and even kept her boobs quite restrained, so as to draw Susan's suspicions away from her. But the dress exposed almost all of her thighs when she was standing. 

Thus, by sitting on the couch with her feet up on the couch, the fabric rode up to her waist and exposed everything below it. The positioning of the couches meant that neither Katherine nor Susan could see that Suzanne now had her pussy completely exposed for Alan to see. 

As if that wasn't enough to blow Alan's mind, her hand was also absent-mindedly lingering in that area. It looked like she was liable to plunge a finger into her pussy at any moment. 

Everyone was looking at the TV in rapt attention except Alan, who clearly had his eyes on another show.

"Hi Mom!" Amy finally said, after checking out everyone in the room. 

The others all looked up and around to find where the voice was coming from. 

Suzanne immediately jumped in her seat and began covering her pussy up even before she figured out who was speaking or from where. When she saw where Amy was standing, she turned beet red. 

Alan blushed as well, though Amy could only see the back of his head from her point of view and couldn't see where he'd been looking.

"Amy! You surprised me. How you doin'?" said her mom, scared, but trying to sound nonplused.

"M'kay. What'cha watching?"

"A 'Friends' rerun. Come sit down and join us." Suzanne made a show of making room so that Amy would sit on the same couch as her, putting her daughter between herself and Alan. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 03



Amy did so.

A commercial soon came on, and they muted the sound as they usually did for commercial breaks. 

Amy asked, "Hey guys, where are all the clothes? Everyone's dressed all skimpy."

One could hear a pin drop in the ensuing awkwardness. No one knew what to say. The problem was, none of the women had talked about this possible situation with Amy coming up, mainly because Katherine and Susan both looked for Suzanne to take the lead, but Suzanne was in denial about her daughter becoming a sexual creature.

Katherine and Susan were going through a sexual awakening, and having Alan around was what made showing off fun. He was a safe target to test new looks out on. He was so polite and considerate that he didn't have it in him to do something shockingly aggressive or nonconsensual. Neither woman would even think of wearing the same clothes around a stranger.

Suzanne was getting an erotic buzz by taking things one step farther with Alan, and was greatly enjoying the slow "hunt" since it was rare for any man to not instantly fall all over her. But Katherine and Susan were such goody-goodies that not even Katherine had begun to figure out where Suzanne was taking things.

This painful and extended pause came to an end when Suzanne answered Amy, "It's the heat wave, Honey Pie." (That was Suzanne's term of endearment for her daughter.) "We don't have air conditioning, so we're all just dying over here."

"But none of you are wearing bras or panties," Amy pointed out. "That's totally weird! Cool, but weird." she pouted, "I wish I didn't have to wear undies all the time." 

The three other women were taken aback again. That they weren't wearing bras was obvious. Even as Susan moved around in her chair to speak to Amy, her giant boobs bounced around and then jiggled in ways that would give any man an instant hard-on. 

It didn't give Alan a hard-on only because his penis was already hard, and had been so almost from the moment he came home that afternoon. 

But the lack of panties was far less obvious, unless one had seen what Suzanne was doing as Amy walked in. So Susan asked Amy, "How did you know we're not wearing panties?"

"I saw Su-" Amy was naively going to complete her sentence by saying, "I saw Suzanne's pussy, and she was playing with it in front of Alan," but Suzanne immediately saw what was coming and cut her off.

"That's right!" Suzanne blurted out, masking her true, frightened emotions. "I'm so proud of you! My daughter is so observant, aren't you?" 

Amy shrugged as if to say, "Hell, anyone could see that."

Suzanne continued, "Yes she is!" She looked over to Susan and said to her, "You see, most people looking at you would never guess that you're not wearing panties. But someone observant like my daughter would be able to notice the absence of panty lines, even from a distance."

Suzanne pressed on, before Amy could contradict or stupidly blurt something else out that would expose what she had been showing Alan. She thought quickly, trying to come up with better excuses. "So it is the heat wave, but that's not the whole story. You see, we made a private bet, didn't we, Susan?" 

Because Suzanne's head was turned towards Susan, Amy couldn't see Suzanne's face, so Suzanne made wild gesticulations to Susan with her eyebrows and hands to indicate that Susan should go along with what she was saying. Katherine saw the faces and started giggling.

Susan was totally surprised. She lamely replied, "Uh, private bet? Yeah, that's it, a private bet!" She wasn't a great actor, but it wasn't hard to convince the guileless Amy.

Suzanne continued to expand on her made-up excuse, "You see, this is the hottest time of the year, and so the other day, we women, we were all sitting here and discussing how hot it was, and trying to figure out what to do about it. We made a bet, and I won. And the terms of my victory were that we'd all use my method to beat the heat by wearing loose clothing and no bras or panties for the whole month."

"Wow," said Amy. "That's really surprising. And I'm really surprised especially that you'd do that, Susan. I mean, you're so... traditional."

Susan replied nervously, "Yeah, well, a bet is a bet, right? And it's not really so bad. In fact, I don't mind at all. I'm a lot more comfortable now. And anyway, it's only for inside the house. Not even Suzanne's house, of course, just this house. No way would I walk around like this in front of a stranger." That reminded her of standing naked in the shower in front of Alan, and she started to nervously squirm about. 

"Why don't you dress like that at home, Mom? And what about Alan?" asked Amy naturally. "He just-"

Suzanne again cut in before Amy could say any more. "Alan! Is ... a member of the family, right? So he doesn't count. It doesn't matter if we walk around naked in front of Alan, even, 'cos he's a very nice respectable boy who would never take advantage of us, right Alan?"

"Right." Alan, somewhat bewildered by the conversation, figured it was best he played along too.

Suzanne quickly went on, "Now, Honey Pie, you might say, 'But Suzanne, you're not a Plummer.' But you know that you and I are like members of this family. So Alan is perfectly fine with our plan."

"Oh really?" said Amy with innocent glee. "That sounds like fun! I wanna do it too! Can I join you guys for the month too?"

The other women all looked at each other questioningly. There was an unspoken understanding that the decision was really up to Suzanne, since she was Amy's mother. 

So, grudgingly, Suzanne answered, "That's fine, darling. But if you do, you have to promise one thing. From this moment forward, you don't say one thing about any of this to anybody. Not a word about panties, or bras, or looking, or nakedness, or anything. Is that clear? Not even talking amongst us. Just total silence on this. We don't talk about it, we just do it."

"M'kay!" Amy enthused. "I like keeping a secret! This is going to be fun!"

Suzanne was very proud of herself. In one fell swoop, she'd accomplished three things: she'd managed to get Amy to keep quiet about Alan staring at her open pussy, she'd come up with a credible explanation that would explain just about anything Amy might accidentally barge in on for the next month, and she could now test Amy with a less important secret to determine if it would be possible to tell her about Alan's "medical treatment" further down the line.

CHAPTER 5

But Suzanne was not expecting what happened next. 

The others were turning back towards the TV as the commercials had ended, thinking the excitement was over, but Amy took their words to heart immediately. She undid her bra under her T-shirt and pulled it out and away. Then she grabbed the T-shirt and quickly pulled it over her arms. 

It wasn't exactly the most logical sequence of events, but everyone was too shocked to pay attention to the details.

Suzanne cried out angrily, "Amy Pestridge! Stop that!"

Susan looked over towards Amy, and did a double take. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"I want to get dressed just like you all. Didn't you say that was okay?" As Amy talked, she pulled her shorts off, and then reached to take off her panties. 

Alan was completely enraptured. Amy was the only person in the room he'd allowed himself to have naughty fantasies about from time to time, before this all started. She'd gotten lost in the shuffle with all the recent excitement, but now his lust for her came surging back, stronger than ever. Sweet Amy? I've never seen her like this!

"But, but, your panties!" blurted out Susan.

"Didn't you all say to not talk about it, but just do it?" Amy responded. "I thought we weren't even supposed to say the word 'panties.'" With that, she grabbed her own panties and pulled them down her legs and completely off. 

In so doing, her boobs bounced all over, much to the delight of Alan, and the horror of Susan, Katherine, and Suzanne. 

Suzanne was the most perturbed, because she still thought of Amy as her little girl, rather than as a teen vrging on full fledged womanhood. But even Suzanne conceded, "That's what we said. But quickly put your shirt and shorts back on, and come join us with the show." She hoped if Amy got nude, that would distract her from asking awkward questions about Suzanne showing off her own pussy a short time before.

Amy stood there in all her naked glory, happy as can be. 

Alan's heart leapt to his throat as he waited impatiently to see what the reaction would be. Would they allow her to stay like that? 

"M'kay. Just a sec," said a completely unperturbed Amy, while turning around to grab her shirt. It had fallen to the floor, so she bent down to pick it up, bending stiffly at the waist. That put her big, wide butt on perfect display for Alan, and allowed him to see her pussy lips between her legs as well, as she didn't keep her legs closed. 

Alan was so excited he almost impulsively scrambled over the arms of his chair to get closer to Amy.

She turned around again and put on the shirt, and then finally the shorts. 

Alan felt really bummed when the shorts eventually covered Amy's bush and the surprise striptease finally ended. Wow, I've never seen a completely naked woman in my life, and then I see two all of a sudden! And Mom and Amy, of all people.

Amy exuberantly hopped over the couch and sat next to her mother. She then said to Susan, "You're right, Susan, it is a fun to dress like this! Thanks everyone for letting me play, too. Doing it in front of Alan makes it even more fun, I think. Thanks a lot, Alan!"

"Uhhh, you're welcome," he said.

Suzanne looked at Alan and rolled her eyes in amusement, trying to nonverbally communicate her thoughts to him, You're welcome, my ass! As if you suffered a lot!

Alan thought to himself, I can't BELIEVE how surreal things have gotten lately!

But it still wasn't over. Alan looked over at Suzanne and Amy, both sitting on the solid couch that was built for two or even three. The others finally turned back towards the TV, allowing Alan to notice that in the position he was in, he STILL had a good view of Suzanne's pussy, though he could only see a bit of it and not the massive, lewd display of her entire crotch like she'd been giving him a few minutes earlier. 

But right next to her sat Amy in shorts about as short as shorts can be. Amy sat with one leg propped up on the couch, allowing him to see some of her pussy, too. The vaginas of mother and daughter being accidentally - or maybe not so accidentally - displayed right next to each other got Alan turned on all over again.

He waited a few excruciating minutes until "Friends" was finally over, and then hightailed it back to his room. He promptly jacked off. Then he did it again.

Back in the common room, after Amy and Katherine left, Susan wanted to have a word with Suzanne. Susan's worries were getting the best of her, especially when she remembered the shower incident. "Suzanne, I appreciate what you're trying to do for Alan, but don't you think it's gone too far? Shouldn't we call this off, this crazy 'sexing things up' idea?"

"You're concerned about what happened with Amy."

"Not only that. At least she's not related to him, and you're not either. But what about my daughter and I? How can I forgive myself before God for all of these sinful acts? At some point I have to put my foot down and say 'no.' No more craziness."

"Hmm. I see." Suzanne was at a bit of a loss on how to get Susan to continue with her scheme. She decided a limited, strategic retreat was best. "Susan, I think you're right. It would be good to tone things down just a bit. But certainly not stop. Look what's happened to Alan lately. He was so down last week, he dragged himself around like a slug. And now, have you ever seen him happier?"

"I don't know if happy is the right word," Susan pointed out.

"Let's say walking on air then." That was a more accurate description. So was "bewildered" or "stunned," but Suzanne tactfully refrained from going there. She continued, "In any case, it's done him a world of good already. Alan's energy problem is still there, whether we like it or not. We have to deal with it. And with his confidence surging, I'm sure it'll be a matter of days now before he asks someone out at school." That was a blatant lie. 

Susan looked at her skeptically.

Suzanne said more honestly, "Until that happens, what's the problem? It's doing all of us a world of good. You're finally breaking out of your conservative shell and loosening up a little. I never thought I'd see the day. So is Katherine. Do you know how much the other girls at school have snickered at her for the formal way she dresses? But she takes after you completely. She adores you. So with you coming to terms with your own body and starting to dress like a normal person, so is she. You can't stop that now, if only for her good."

"But what feels good isn't always good in the eyes of the Lord," Susan said sanctimoniously.

Suzanne rolled her eyes with disdain. "Susan, there's nothing in the Bible about nudity being a sin. Where in the Bible does it say wearing the black cocktail dress you wore that Alan loved so much is a sin? Don't you want to make him happy and help him out at the same time?"

Susan was deeply doubtful, but she was too ashamed to reveal her deeply held worries that she was becoming sexually attracted to her own son. And she was no match in arguing with the silver-tongued Suzanne. "I guess. If you say so..."

Suzanne didn't stop there, but kept arguing her point of view for a long time. By the time she was done with Susan that evening, Susan was convinced it was her moral duty and profound responsibility to walk around the house half naked. Suzanne was a great and dear friend to Susan, but she almost always got her way in the rare times when she really wanted something from her.

Back in his room, Alan was happy to stay there doing little more than masturbating and homework for the rest of the evening. But about an hour after he retired to his room, his sister knocked on the door and asked to come in.

Alan was a bit perturbed, since he was naked under the sheets and in the middle of masturbating yet again. Doing it six times a day really did take up a lot of his time. Not to mention, he figured the smell of his cum had to be in the air at least somewhat. But he didn't have an excuse to turn her away, so he grabbed a book by his bedside and said, "Uh, yeah, I was just laying in bed reading. Come on in."

Katherine came in wearing a yellow dress he'd never seen on her before. "I just bought some new clothes today, and I wanted to show them just to you. Can I get your opinion? What do you think?" She leaned up against a wall and struck a sexy pose for him.

"It looks great on you. No kidding. What a totally new look you've got. I like!" He wasn't just saying that, either. The strapless dress was so tight it looked like it was painted on, and she would never have worn anything like it even a few days earlier.

Katherine beamed. "Thanks! You're too kind. But I've got a favor to ask. Can you help me out with something in my room?" 

Alan was concerned by the fact that he was naked under the sheets and sporting a big hard-on to boot. "Sure, but give me just a minute." He hoped she'd leave and give him a chance to put on some clothes. He noticed too that she was curiously sniffing the air.

Guessing that he was naked under the sheets aside from his T-shirt, she suddenly rushed towards his bed, acting playful. "Just a minute? Come on lazy bones! I need help now." She started tugging at the bed sheets, and Alan frantically grabbed hold of them so she couldn't pull them off.

They had a frantic tug of war with the bed sheets, but for Alan it was no game. He had to keep them on or face grave embarrassment. Unfortunately for him, he was winning in keeping the sheets and blankets on, but in so doing he was unable to simultaneously hide his raging boner. The blankets tented up over his crotch after he moved his hands away.

Katherine's eyes grew wide, and her hands stopped tugging on the blankets. "Oh my! What do we have here?" She giggled profusely as she stared at the tented blankets.

"Hey, it's not funny," said a hurt and shamed Alan.

"What is that thing in there?" asked Katherine. "Did they move the Eiffel Tower under your sheets, or are you just happy to see me?" She giggled some more.

"Ha ha," Alan said without laughing. He tried to act annoyed, but he was more aroused than anything and a part of him didn't mind getting caught. 

"All right, sorry about that, Bro. Never mind about the help and have fun doing your thing. You sure are hiding something big under there, though. I wonder what it is?" She blew him a kiss and left the room.

By the time Alan went to sleep that night, he realized that he'd cum eight times over the course of the entire day. He was so excited by Susan, Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine that he wanted to do nothing but masturbate all day. 

Furthermore, he thought, Now I've got so many new and different erotic memories that I'll be a walking hard-on for a long time to come. Not to mention the fact that tomorrow looks to be an even more promising day! I can't even imagine what all four of them are going to wear! Sweetness. 

CHAPTER 6 (Monday, Oct. 7 - Tuesday, Oct. 8)

To Alan's disappointment, the next day was surprisingly boring. For one thing, the weekend was over and he had to go back to school. He used to always enjoy school and actually looked forward to going, but lately it had become a drag. It seemed like wasted time taking away from his increasingly exciting time at home. But he slogged through it. 

Back at home, all the women seemed a bit taken aback by the incident with Amy the night before, and they dressed and acted more conservatively. 

Amy also spent most of the afternoon and evening at the Plummer house. That really frustrated Alan and Suzanne, because Suzanne couldn't find an opportunity to get away with Alan alone for more of their supposed Internet porn viewing. 

Suzanne intended to take Alan's seduction a step further and give him a handjob. She didn't terribly mind the prospect of getting caught in the act by Susan or Katherine: she could claim that she just got a little overenthusiastic in helping Alan out with his problem. She was confident she could smooth over any resulting ruffled feathers with either of them. 

But Amy didn't even know about Alan's diagnosis, and in any case Suzanne tried to protect her daughter from all things sexual.

So Alan was reduced to taking care of all six times by himself. Each time, he spent it fantasizing about Suzanne. Only days earlier he'd never consciously thought of Suzanne in a sexual way, though he certainly liked looking at her. But now he was masturbating to the overt idea of fucking her silly, and having great orgasms in response. 

Yeah, I call her "Aunt Suzy," but she's not related to me in any way, shape, or form. Of course to have sex with her would be completely wrong and will never happen, but just to fantasize about it is completely harmless. Fantasies are just fantasies, and this one works for me. The more I think about her, the less I'll have dangerous thoughts about my sister and mom.

So those ideas about Suzanne were pretty exciting and not very troubling for him at this point. He was a bit slow on the uptake on sexual matters and still couldn't really imagine that Suzanne might want to fuck him as well, and that his fantasies could become real. 

All in all, he was still a happy camper with such exciting and intense sexual fantasies. But he was sure that Tuesday would be much better. The reason wasn't simply because he figured that Suzanne would successfully find a way (one way or another) to come into his room again and personally relieve his stimulation problem. What was even more exciting, if that was possible, was the fact that he and Susan had another appointment with nurse Akami after school. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 03



Akami had called a few days before and said that Dr. Fredrickson had given her permission to take over most aspects of his case, as it was something she was particularly interested in and it tied in with her future educational development in medicine (provided that the Plummers were okay with that, and of course they were). She'd said she wanted to get started immediately in familiarizing herself with the case, and thought that bimonthly appointments would be better, but there would be no extra cost.

So that, and a lot of other thoughts, got Alan hard every time he thought about them, which was often. His main problem was that he had another day of school to go through, and it didn't do to sport a raging boner everywhere he went. Not to mention the fact he couldn't concentrate at all in his classes anymore.

Tuesday finally rolled around and Alan sat in his fourth period class, World History. Soon it would be lunch. The teacher, Ms. Gloria Rhymer, was not just the object of his longest crush, but an excellent teacher too. She was talking about something the class found interesting, but he didn't hear a word. He was thinking about all of his recent luck. 

He looked around the classroom and furtively noted the large number of ordinary or even ugly people all around him. Seniors in high school were in the prime of life, and Southern California was world famous for its beautiful women, but even here the percentage of really attractive people remotely comparable to the females back home was small. 

Of course, there was his now former love interest Christine sitting a few rows back and a couple of other pretty girls as well. He hadn't been thinking about Christine really at all lately, he realized. That was no surprise given the other women now occupying all of his fantasies instead. However, when he did think of her his heart was filled with pain. He wondered how he'd ever overcome his shame and be able to talk to her again. 

But while Christine was stunningly beautiful and curvy, Ms. Rhymer was a knockout in a more subtle way. 

Alan had been pining after her for a long time. He'd grown quite adept at imagining her teaching class naked, and was doing it once again. The school year had just started at the beginning of September only not that many weeks ago, but he also had Ms. Rhymer last year in US History, and then Social Science the year before that. So he knew her very well. In fact, he realized that he was her "teacher's pet," as he was for a couple other teachers. As one of the smartest and most emotionally mature students in the school, his being a teacher's pet wasn't too surprising. But he found it awkward at times to be the teacher's pet for someone he had an intense crush on.

Ms. Rhymer was in her late twenties, Alan correctly guessed (in fact, she was twenty-seven). 

She seemed even younger, though. It was well known, for instance, that she was a frequent surfer at the nearby beaches. As a result, many students frequently called her "Surfer Girl," though no students called her that to her face. Her love of surfing was also a good indicator of her athleticism and physical beauty. Her boobs were pretty big (she wore a C-cup bra size). However, few women could match the high standards Alan set based on the generous boobs of his mother and Suzanne. 

But when Ms. Rhymer stood in a bathing suit, she was definitely impressive. A number of times, beginning two years before, Alan had seen "Surfer Girl" at the beach with her surfboard, and that was exactly when his masturbatory fantasies of her began.  

She looked absolutely perfect with a surfboard under her arm, like a woman from a Playboy spread of sexy athletes. She was firm and muscular all over, but the muscle didn't take away from her femininity and she still had nice, smooth curves. Her curly blonde hair waved in the breeze, and made a nice contrast to her tanned skin. 

She had a medium height of about five foot seven inches, a good deal shorter than the nearly six foot tall beauties in the Plummer and Pestridge households.

Back in class, it was much harder to see her beauty. She wore conservative clothes that covered up all but her hands and face. Her hair was tied up in a bun as well, as if it was being restrained. It wasn't that she was prudish, but she just didn't want her body to become a distraction or an issue in the classroom, so she went to great lengths to cover it up.

But she had been seen by many others at the beach, and was clearly the object of many young men's fantasies, as well as a few young women, no doubt. When Alan and his friends went to the beach, they all openly talked about the possibility of further "Surfer Girl" sightings, and which beach to go in order to see her. But she surfed on many different beaches (probably to foil the admiring students), and running into her was a matter of pure luck.

When class finally ended, Ms. Rhymer discretely motioned with her hand that Alan should speak to her once the class emptied out. 

She was a very kind and friendly teacher, and knew many students on a personal level. That meant knowing something about their private lives and talking with them socially in school. In most high schools to see a teacher outside of school was an unstated taboo that rarely happened between any student and teacher, but she wasn't deterred by that. However, of all her students in the fourth period, only Alan would have frequent talks with her after the class was over. 

Since lunch followed the class, Alan would usually stay and talk for five minutes or so and just have fun gabbing, and then make his way to lunch. Almost always, the subject would be her class or the students within it. He would give feedback about things like if people were getting bored or what material in particular went over well, so she could improve her teaching. She would also expand on historical facts mentioned in class that he'd found interesting. 

The two also couldn't resist engaging in gossip about the other students though. It wasn't just Alan telling her the gossip he knew either - he was surprised how many things she knew about his fellow students that he didn't. She had her own gossip network which included other teachers.

However, this time, Ms. Rhymer didn't want to talk about any of those things. Instead, she asked him, "Is something up, Alan? The last few days you've been kind of spaced out, and today you were on another planet altogether. I think if I would have, I dunno, torn off my dress or something, you wouldn't have noticed at all! What gives?"

Oh maaaaan! What am I going to tell her? She's too perceptive and she knows me too well to believe some bullshit story. He shifted around nervously as he stood in front of her. She sat directly on the desk as they usually did when they talked after class, so their heads could be the usual distance away of two people talking.

"Uh, to be honest..." - He scratched the top of his scalp nervously, and hung his head down - "It's female trouble. I'm thinking about women too much."

"Oh really?" said a suddenly very interested Ms. Rhymer. "Someone in class? Christine, perhaps?" Like many people, Ms. Rhymer knew all about Alan's crush on Christine. she was not only an insatiable gossip hound but was also very observant and a good guesser.

"Actually, it's not really even someone, or, er, someone in this school, per se."

"Oh, reaaaally!" She thought, This is getting more and more interesting! And what does that "per se" mean?

"But I can't tell you the details," he added. "You see, it has something to do with an embarrassing medical condition."

"Young man," - she liked to call him that - "you've got me really confused now. Could you please clarify your meaning? I don't want to pry into your personal affairs..." 

Bull honky, thought Alan. 

She continued relentlessly, "...but it looks to be something that's affecting your behavior in class, so I want to know." She always had good excuses for learning more gossip.

"I really, really can't say." She stared at him witheringly. "All right, I can say this much, if you promise not to tell a soul."

"I promise." She made the "cross my heart and hope to die" gesture over her chest.

"I have a medical condition which is causing me to make some adjustments in my lifestyle, and that's making me really confused. I wish I could say more 'cos I'd really like your advice about some things, but I can't. I promised my family that I wouldn't tell a single person about this medical thing. Can you please understand that and respect it?"

"Yes, I suppose, but that really doesn't explain anything. For one thing, young man, you're a perfectly healthy, uh... young man. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you that I can see. For another, that explanation seemingly has nothing to do with girl trouble, which is what seems to be distracting you in the first place."

"That's true, but I really can't say any more. ... Well, okay... I guess I can say this: energy. My problem is a lack of energy. I sleep too much, and I'm always tired. You know that. You've bugged me how many times about nodding off in class? So I'm getting treated for that. It's not really a big medical problem. Nothing to get worried about. If the treatments work, then great, if they don't, then I'm the same as before, which is no big deal. Okay, does that explain enough? I really have to go to lunch now."

"Yes, thanks for telling me that. I really appreciate you confiding in me. I'm glad we're friends enough to have this conversation, and I promise I won't tell anyone. You know I'm a gossip, but I also know when to keep my mouth shut, so don't worry about that at all. I just hope that whatever your medical problem is, and whatever your girl troubles are, it won't affect your behavior in this class next week. We have some important tests coming up. If you want to talk about it some more to someone confidential, don't hesitate to come to me."

"Thanks a lot. I'll do that. Gotta run!" He was out of the door in a flash.

Ms. Rhymer continued to sit on the desk and try to figure out just what the hell he was talking about. Lack of energy, huh? Tired. Seems like he's suddenly thinking about girls a lot, or maybe too much. Perhaps he's taking some pills to boost his energy that are having the side effect of boosting his libido. That would explain things. 

Yesterday AND today I noticed him coming into class like he had a tree trunk stuck between his legs, heh-heh. Definitely an uncontrollable, raging hard-on. I'm thinking he must have been actually highly aroused for the entire class today. That's really unusual for any student to be that aroused that long. I wonder if he was thinking of me at all. Perhaps he's in a state of constant horniness. Hmm...

His teacher secretly had a thing for Alan. But not only was she his teacher, she also had a serious boyfriend, so she dismissed her feelings for Alan as harmless and never to be acted upon. She did flirt with him a bit, but so very subtly that he didn't even notice. For instance, her comments a few moments earlier about tearing her dress off went over his head completely, it seemed. She was only 27, and constantly felt as if she would rather be one of the other students instead of the teacher, with all the unfortunate social walls that came with the teacher role. 

If I were a senior student too, she mused, I would be all over the idea of Alan, but I'm not, and I would never dream of actually having an affair with a student! No way, Jose! Unfortunately, my boyfriend has been a real jerk lately, and I've been doing all this fantasizing. The idea that the goody-goody and oh so polite Alan could actually be a horny monster in a constant state of arousal will definitely be food for thought when my fingers get busy in my pussy tonight! After all, fantasies are harmless, right?

CHAPTER 7 (Tuesday, Oct. 8)

School had ended, and Alan and Susan finally found themselves sitting in the doctor's waiting room, waiting for nurse Akami. 

Alan was extremely relieved that the wait would soon be over. He'd been so horny all day long thinking about Akami that he could hardly stand it. He had a very good feeling something sexually exciting would happen - if Akami massaged his penis last time, odds are she would do it again. For the first time, he seriously considered masturbating in a school bathroom during lunch, but the fear of getting caught hadstopped him. 

Akami appeared at the door to the waiting room. 

To Alan it seemed almost as if she was posing as she stood in the doorway, showing off her fine body. Whether that was the case or not, her appearance got him even more excited. 

"Nurse Fubuki will see you now," she said with a wry smile, making a joke of the fact that she would effectively be Alan's doctor and his nurse. 

The two of them went back to the same room, and soon were chatting with Akami about this and that, especially about the fact that Akami would be taking charge of Alan's case for all intents and purposes. 

That was fine with Alan and Susan - they felt she seemed like a perfectly qualified medical professional, no matter what her title was.

This time though, as soon as they got down to business Akami said to Alan matter-of-factly, "Please take off all of your clothes and put on the gown provided. You might as well do it here since I'm going to be seeing all of you today in any case." 

Alan didn't mind undressing in front of Akami, but he felt very self-conscious having to do it in front of his mother too. He made sure to take his clothes off with his back turned to her.

Susan watched his tight butt wiggling around with great interest.

Akami took a look at his full erection as he was changing and joked, "Looks like we won't have to worry about getting you in an erect state this week!"

But he lost the erection a few minutes later when Akami poked him with a needle so she could take a blood sample. She also took a number of other cursory measurements. In actual fact, the only thing she really needed for medical purposes and for the appointment at all was the blood sample. Everything else was just to prolong the appointment and make it appear more important.

Finally she got to what everyone, including Susan, was waiting for. "Ah," she said, "Now it's time to check your penis again. ... I hope you don't mind Alan or Susan, but we'll have to perform another check for abnormalities." 

Both mother and son strongly suspected that this would be coming. 

Susan was intensely conflicted about it, wanting to see and yet not wanting to see at the same time. Suzanne says that nudity is no sin, and that should be some consolation, but Suzanne doesn't know just how impure my thoughts are. Why, just watching Alan's cute little tush, my nipples got as hard as they can get. I'm going to keep my eyes closed, no matter what!



Akami put on a pair of gloves as a grudging attempt to maintain some plausibility that this was a medical procedure.

But what surprised everyone was that no sooner had Akami placed one hand on his stiffness to rub with and one hand to "check for abnormalities," Alan started cumming. 

Akami was sitting close to Alan, and the cum began flying towards her. Strings of cum hit her first on the face, then the chest, and then further down as she frantically tried to back away. Most of it ended up on her face, but a bit was deposited on her legs and the floor. Some even landed right in her open mouth.

"SORRY! So sorry! I'm so very sorry!" Alan apologized far too loudly. He was totally mortified and ashamed. The fact was, he was very sexually inexperienced and didn't have a lot of control over his orgasms. The anticipation of having another abnormality check was too much for him to take. 

"That was so unexpected! Please forgive me!" he nearly screamed. 

Susan also looked like she was dying of shame that her son did such a vile thing. 

Akami, however, got over her initial shock quickly and took it in stride. "Look, you two," she said, "don't worry, it's nothing." She began taking off her uniform. "Remember, we all want Alan to reach orgasm as many times a day as possible. Six times a day, or better. If he can ejaculate while in the office today, all the better, am I right? In fact, if he can ejaculate more before this meeting is over, that will help to make this a successful appointment. My only disappointment is that we weren't ready with a cup, because we have to take a sperm sample again before you go."

Akami used a sink on a counter behind her to wash the cum off of her face. With her back turned, she swallowed the cum that had fallen onto her lips and tongue. Mmmm! That's really tasty! Then she turned towards them standing in just her underwear. 

Both mother and son were more than a little shocked at her new appearance. 

Alan privately thought to himself, She's every bit as beautiful as I hoped! Her boobs were more impressive than her stifling, conservative nurse's uniform made them out to be, and she was very fit and shapely. 

Akami lied, "Don't worry, I'll have the doctor bring in another uniform for me before we're done." In actual fact she didn't want the doctor to come in and spoil the mood. Her cum-soaked uniform was now sitting in a heap on a counter behind them.

She said, "Let's make lemonade out of lemons. In fact, if by wearing just these few clothes I can help Alan reach orgasm again, that will again be for the better. Don't you agree?"

Alan just nodded. It seemed like a lot of people were asking him such obvious questions these days, like "Is it okay for me to take my clothes off?" He never knew how to respond to those situations. Too much enthusiasm might scare a person off.

Susan seemed mollified, since Akami didn't seem to mind. 

Akami held Alan's penis again. She knew that after such a powerful orgasm, it would take a bit for him to get back to full size, despite her more revealing appearance. 

As she resumed stroking his penis, the nurse made some idle talk to help pass the time. "Alan, can I ask you, how is it that you're so tanned all over, even underneath your underwear?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just naturally dark. The adoption agency wouldn't let us know my parents' true names, but the racial background was given, and there is some Middle Eastern blood in there along with French."

"Ah yes. The adoption. Sorry, but I forget that Susan isn't your natural mother. You two look so similar except for a few things like your darker skin." 

Alan remained semi-flaccid mostly because he was thinking about the fact he was being jacked off in public, especially in front of his mother. 

After a couple more minutes of fruitless stroking, Akami said, "Since we're short on time, I think I need to take additional measures." She got up again and put some lotion onto one of her fingers. Then, after sitting in front of Alan again, she took her lubricated hand and brought it around his backside.

"Alan, if you'll please sit up a little," she said. "Thanks. Now don't be alarmed, but I'm going to stick a finger up your anus."

"What?!" said Alan in horror. "Why?"

"This will help your penis out. Don't worry. A little bit of stimulation of the anus can be very pleasurable and increase arousal. Of course, it's necessary to first lubricate the finger, but no doubt you're aware of that already, Susan." 

As a matter of fact, Susan had never heard of such a thing in her life, but she didn't doubt a medical professional. 

The nurse pulled Alan's gown up so that his butt was totally exposed to the plastic seating underneath it. She slowly inserted her finger up Alan's anus.

"How does that feel, Alan?"

"Strange. Really strange. But I guess... it's not a bad feeling."

"Just hang on. It gets better." She slid her finger in a bit further, and slowly began moving it back and forth and in and out.




Six Times a Day Pt. 03



"How's that?" she asked after another minute had passed.

"Wow... Really weird. But better." He thought, Man, that feels fantastic! Does this make me gay or something? Up the butt - it's so gross! Who would have figured? And my naked butt wriggling on this plastic chair is kind of turning me on more, too.

"So Susan," Akami said, "as you can see, the finger in the anus has made the critical difference, and Alan is reviving." She continued to work her finger in his anus and her other hand on his erection. 

Susan stared in disbelief - her vow to keep her eyes closed had been a miserable failure so far, though she could at least console herself that Alan didn't realize where she was staring since he wasn't facing in her direction. She didn't know why exactly, but it took all her willpower not to grasp her boobs in both her hands.

Getting no answer from Susan, Akami continued talking. "That reminds me," she said in a casual tone, as if rubbing someone's erection after they just came all over you was a perfectly normal part of her nursing duties, "I haven't yet asked the most important question of all. Alan, how are you doing on maintaining the proper number of daily stimulations?"

"Unfortunately, not so good," he said bashfully. 

He tried to keep his head down and not stare at the nurse. But that only made him look down to where she was rubbing his shaft and the other options were to look towards his mother or a blank wall, so he closed his eyes altogether. 

He confessed, "The first five days or so I was right on track. But then the next six days after that, I almost didn't reach orgasm a single time. But then again, in the last week or so, I've been doing better than average, to make up for that. Yesterday was only six. But the day before that, I actually reached orgasm eight times."

Susan already knew that fact, as she'd been keeping a close eye on the chart of daily progress Alan kept on the inside of his door. But she found herself gasping with surprise anyway. In her more aroused state she instantly pictured Alan jacking off over and over, and found her heart beating even faster than before. Her panties were starting to get moist too. She hated that she couldn't control that. 

Akami, on the other hand, was poker faced. "Hmm. That's not good. I hope the doctor stressed last time that it's not just the overall average - consistency is important too. You can't go without doing it one week, and then much more the next. Some slight daily variation is fine. For instance, you may find yourself in a situation were you can't find privacy at all for a day. But to go without for six days is very troubling. You may have wasted the entire two week period."

"I'm so very sorry," he said. "But this was a very special circumstance. You see, I asked a girl out who I really liked, and she said no, so that really took away all my enthusiasm altogether. But I'm over that now, and I feel confident that kind of thing won't happen in the future."

"Well, that's good to hear at least," said the nurse. "But if we're going to salvage the week, it would help greatly if you could reach orgasm a large number of times today. This is really an emergency situation, to rescue your lost week. Just now, that was how many times today already?" 

Akami had been stroking Alan's erection all this while, and it was hard as a marble statue. She periodically slowed down or stopped to make sure he didn't ejaculate too soon.

"That was my third," he replied.

"Good. Alan, why don't you close your eyes and keep them that way so you can concentrate on what I'm doing?" She said that so Susan would be free to stare at Alan's hard-on.

Then she spoke to Susan, but she made sure to stare at the penis less than a foot in front of her face instead of at Susan so she would feel even freer to stare at her son's privates. "Susan, Alan seems to be a good patient who is taking his responsibilities seriously. How do you see the situation? Are you comfortable with things, and the nature of Alan's admittedly very unusual treatment?"

"Well, uh, frankly doctor, er, nurse," she stammered, "I'm having some trouble adjusting. Everyone at home has had to cope with the new situation, and we're all finding some aspects of it very trying."

"What aspects would those be, Susan?" Akami hadn't even started the abnormality check; she was just blatantly jacking him off. No one seemed to mind, though. 

Susan decided that to reveal her true feelings wouldn't be very prudent. She wished to say, "I've shocked myself that I'm walking around without a bra or panties every day now, and I don't care. I feel really good when I see Alan looking at my body. Sometimes I feel like a hussy and just want to throw off all my clothes altogether." 

Instead, she said, "There are many troubling aspects. For one thing, we're all having the difficulty of telling some people, or not telling others. We don't want this to be widely known, but we also have trouble keeping this secret from close friends."

"I see," said Akami as she stared at her hand sliding up and down Alan's pre-cum soaked shaft. Her expert hands were already bringing Alan close to orgasm again. She now had him where she could gauge if he was getting too close, and back off as necessary, keeping him in a state of near constant bliss. "That's only natural. Might I inquire whom you've told?"

"That's all right. So far, just Katherine, my daughter, and Suzanne, whom you may recall meeting briefly at the end of our meeting last time. She lives next door, and she's practically like family. We haven't told my husband yet, because he's out of touch, overseas."

"It sounds like you're being very selective on whom you tell. That's very wise. I was afraid you would hire a professional to assist Alan. That's a roll of the dice. You never know what will happen there."

"I completely agree!" Now Susan was finally having a conversation she was feeling more comfortable with, at least as comfortable as she could be, considering that she was sitting right next to the nearly naked Akami and staring at Alan's erection being jacked off all the while. 

But for some reason it felt far less strange to her than she could ever had imagined when this started two weeks ago. She felt too good at the moment to think about all the reasons why this might be morally wrong. 

Her attitude towards masturbation had completely changed in recent days, at least regarding Alan's masturbation. Now every time Alan reached orgasm, it felt like a small victory to her, like the baseball team one is rooting for scoring another run. And she judged each day as a success or failure partially based on if he reached orgasm six times or not. She (and Suzanne and Katherine) now frequently found excuses to go into Alan's room so they could keep an eye on Alan's chart concerning the number of times per day he had climaxed.

Still, actually watching him getting stroked was unnerving, not to mention seeing Akami's continued fingerfucking of his anus. 

The nurse asked her, "So, since there's no professional, and Alan failed to successfully ask anyone out, does that mean that all of his gratification is self-gratification?"

"I'm afraid so," Susan responded sadly.

"I will repeat what the doctor said last time. It is much more preferable if he can get help for at least three of the six times a day, on average. So much self-gratification can be extremely taxing for his penis." This was something Dr. Fredrickson coached her to repeat, for the unfolding of Suzanne's scheme. "He may, for instance, have lengthy periods where he is unable to achieve orgasm because his penis is so sore. Has that occurred already, Alan?"

"No, luckily not, nurse," Alan replied. He still had his eyes closed, both out of sheer embarrassment and because Akami asked him to.

Akami continued for Susan's benefit, although without looking looking her way, "That's good to hear, but it's just a matter of time, perhaps days or at the most weeks, before he runs into that kind of problem. So please redouble your efforts to find someone to fulfill that role."

"I understand completely. We will do our best," Susan replied resolutely.

Akami's hand slid up and down, up and down. "I hope you do. There are many medical problems where a helping hand, so to speak, is completely necessary. That's why so many people have personal nurses or live in an assisted living type situation. The unusual nature of his treatment doesn't reduce the fact that he needs assistance."

"One way or another, we'll find someone to help him before our next appointment with you," Susan promised.

"That's the spirit!" Akami enthused. She got up and washed her hands. She took the opportunity to take her gloves off. 

CHAPTER 8

Akami sat back down and resumed stroking Alan's erection with her bare hands. "Now, if you will turn your attention back to Alan's penis" - Susan's eyes had never left it - "you'll see that it is once again completely erect" - it had been for quite a few minutes already - " and I'm going to begin to check for abnormalities. Since it's such an extremely large and thick penis, this check will take a lot longer than usual."

Susan asked, "Is it really all that big or are you just saying that?"

Akami, "Here, let me whisper something in your ear, because I don't want Alan to get a big head." Then, running her fingers all over his mushroomy penis head, she joked, "Although I'm afraid it's too late for that."

Susan scooted her chair forward and leaned in, which put her in much closer proximity to her son's penis. Now she could easily smell his cum.

Akami whispered, "Oh yes, it's very big indeed. You obviously have an extremely virile and well endowed son. His erection is bigger than 99 percent of them." She just made that up and actually doubted it was true (though it would be in the top few percent at least), but she figured such words would help excite Susan, and she was getting a big kick out of exciting her. "Just look at it: I can barely get my hand around it. This is a special boy with a special endowment. I'll bet his sperm are as potent as hundred proof rum."

Susan sat back in her chair, thoroughly wowed (and increasingly wet). Her heart swelled with pride to hear how special her son was.

Akami though motioned for her to lean forward again, closer to her stroking hand. "Susan, I want you to watch closely again so you can become expert and do this at home once a week. Now, the first thing-"

Susan cut in. "Just a minute, nurse. Sorry to interrupt, but did you say, 'Do this at home?' Me? I really don't feel comfortable doing anything that would involve touching... you know."

"His penis."

"Yes, his, uh, you know. ... Penis." She shuddered at saying such a lewd word out loud. "I just don't feel comfortable about that. I'm really sorry."

Suzanne had her scheme with Alan, but Akami was developing a scheme of her own. Even before Susan and Alan came in, Akami had thought, Susan's obviously very conservatively raised. She implicitly trusts me. I doubt she'll stop a medical professional such as myself, no matter what I do, as long as I have some kind of excuse. So if I push things, one of two things'll happen. One, she'll get increasingly horny as I grow increasingly bold with Alan. And that's fun, to watch such a prim and proper woman nearly bursting with lust. 

Or two, Susan will freak out to the point that she won't want to come back. That's even better cos it would mean I can have these appointments just with Alan. Then I can REALLY have my way with him. I'll be able to tease him, jerk him off, and hopefully soon fuck him once a week, and, as a delicious irony, even get paid to do so! But either way it's win-win for me and Alan too, as long as I keep the medical pretense going.

So, to further Susan's embarrassment, Akami responded as if irritated, "Look, we really need your hands-on help here. If not you, then who? I'm sorry, but as Alan pointed out, it's not like you're his biological mother! One needs to visually examine the penis closely from all sides, since Alan can't do that himself. It sounds like his father is overseas too much to assist here, and I'm sure Alan would prefer a female help him with this delicate task anyway. So who else does that leave? If you're uncomfortable with the idea, it might just be best if Alan comes in here once a week so I can perform such checks."

"Perhaps I could convince my friend Suzanne?" suggested Susan. "We could have her come in, and you could show her the procedure? It can't be that hard to learn."

"Perhaps," said a secretly disappointed Akami, who nonetheless kept stroking. "Ask her and let me know. I don't care who does it so long as someone does. This should be done every, oh, let's say, Tuesday, since that's today. And then I would like to perform a check myself on our appointments which I believe will be every other Friday."

"That much?" said Susan. She was really surprised, as was Alan. 

Akami nodded. She figured that if she couldn't "help" Alan every week, she could at least say they needed an appointment twice a month.

Susan's eyes were glued to Akami's pumping hands. She wanted those to be her hands so badly, but she also thought about sin and Hell. She suggested, "If Suzanne can't do it, perhaps we could pay you to do it all those times?"

"That's another idea," Akami said with greater enthusiasm. That would be a lot of fun for her if it worked out that way. "But regarding your friend Suzanne, how is her eyesight?" She was looking for excuses to get Suzanne out of the picture.

"Perfectly fine," replied Susan.

Alan piped up. "Um, that's not true. A couple of days ago she was showing me stuff on the computer, and she said she had to use glasses because she's near sighted." He didn't realize that was just a white lie used as an excuse so she could lean forward into a more tempting pose. 

"What?" said Susan in honest surprise." That's news to me. I've never seen her wear any glasses other than sunglasses in my entire life! I'll have to ask her about that."

"Well, that's what she said," Alan shrugged. "Just the other day, in fact. Maybe her eyesight is failing her a little bit lately." 

Akami was very happy now because she had her excuse. "Why don't you ask her then. But if she is at all nearsighted, then I'm afraid that rules her out. I assume your vision is fine, Susan? With your prescription glasses on, of course."

"Yes, it's fine," said Susan dejectedly. "Maybe Suzanne can get glasses too." 

"Well, until she does, that means you're the only one at home capable of doing these weekly checks, unless you want me to do it." 

Susan just dropped her head down in defeat. Goodness! I know I've said I'd do anything to help my Tiger, but that means I'm going to be stroking his, uh, member! I suppose Akami wouldn't understand if I tried to explain about the sinfulness, the sheer impropriety... 

Akami said firmly, "All right. With all this talking, I'm afraid that I haven't made any progress in explaining to you the proper procedure here. Let's start again from the base, shall we? At least my constant stimulation of Alan's big erection is serving one purpose. Achieving an orgasm is helpful, but it's even more important to have prolonged stimulation first. The real goal should be both stimulation and orgasm, to make sure that a hormonal change will be achieved." 

Susan nodded, trying to pay better attention to Akami and not just gawk at her stroking. But she was so giddy with lust that it was hard for her to think.

Akami continued, "Again, we have to recall the example of stimulating the nipples to start the process of lactation. The ejaculation achieved when you came into the office might not have counted for one of your daily six I'm afraid, Alan, because it happened so quickly."

Alan was really disappointed to hear that. That meant that record day of eight times yesterday was actually lower than that, since he came within a couple of minutes in more than one instance.

Akami added, "What we really need is a long... hard... constant massage of Alan's long, hard erection. Blowjobs are good. That's putting the thick shaft in your mouth." 

Susan gasped in dismay at the very idea.

"But it depends on how you do it. Even a quick blowjob, or quick and nasty intercourse, a fuck and run, as some call it, is unlikely to achieve-"

Akami had to stop speaking because once again Alan began furiously cumming all over the place. She was carefully doling out her caresses, but she forgot to take into account the additional effect of her words on the trigger happy teen, and her sexy talk suddenly caused him to lose all control.

As before, his throbbing penis began squirting his sperm all over the beautiful nurse. Both Akami and Susan had their faces less than a foot from the tip of it, but Akami was directly in front of him so most of it landed on her. His twitching cock even splattered a little bit on his mother's face. 

Akami reflexively pulled backwards and took the rest all over her chest. She still used her hand around the base of the penis to indiscreetly direct his aim, making sure that it got enough of her bra so she would have to take it off as well.

"Oh dear," Akami said. She started laughing. "This is getting to be hilarious, isn't it?" 

Both Alan and Susan started laughing too. They were both greatly embarrassed again, but not nearly as much as the first time. Laughter helped relieve the nervous tension. 

Akami leaned in again towards Alan, took off her bra, and said seductively, "Are you trying to get me naked one piece of clothing at a time?" 

Everyone laughed again.

Susan was so aroused by this point that she not only didn't mind Akami baring her chest, she wished there was some excuse she could use to bare her own chest too. 

Alan was also incredibly turned on. He loved the sight of his jism all over the nurse. Taking off the bra really served only to make Akami look that much sexier, as there were still plenty of cum gobs dripping down her chest. She sat there just looking at him, but he couldn't read the meaning of her expression. In any case, she didn't appear to mind the cum all over her face and chest in the slightest, and just sat there for a few moments, letting the cum gobs drip down. 

My God, this is great! he thought. Is that what they call a facial? Whatever it is, I love it! 

Akami turned to look at Susan to see how she had fared, and pointed a finger to a spot under her right eye. "You have some right there." 

Susan seemed more interested in Akami's chest. She was intently staring at her there, and in her face, and was blown away to see so many gobs of cum clinging everywhere. 

So much cum! she thought. Is this normal? Is my son particularly potent? Then she remembered Akami's words about Alan's penis being in the top one percent. Her whole body tingled with delight. 

Akami got up to clean herself off, again. 

Both Alan and Susan watched her go to the sink, wearing nothing but a pair of panties.

Susan finally put her hand up to the spot on her face where Akami had pointed and felt a gob of her son's soft and gooey cum. She looked over at him and was relieved to see he hadn't noticed. Not surprisingly, he was busy watching Akami wipe the cum off her face and chest. 

Seeing that he was totally ignoring her for the moment, Susan swept the cum off her face with two fingers, and then stuck her fingers under her nose. Smells good, she thought. Tangy and sweet. Surprisingly sweet! Hmm. Not like Ron's at all. 

She looked up again and confirmed he still wasn't watching. She put one of her fingers in her mouth and licked it. Tastes good, too. Then she thought, What the hell am I doing? This is gross! And so wrong!




Six Times a Day Pt. 04



Part 4: Mind Games 

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. If you're interested in the illustrated version, contact me. On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Oct. 8)

Susan and Alan sat quietly in the car as they rode home together. Both were in a daze. There was little comment aside from Susan occasionally saying things like, "Well that certainly was something, wasn't it?" 

Alan tried to be noncommittal. He was busy with thoughts of his own. His second appointment with Akami turned out to be everything he hoped it would be and then some. He was on the verge of realizing that Akami wasn't just a very dedicated nurse who would do anything to help her patients, but was pushing hard for sex with him. He still hadn't quite gotten there, however, simply because it was almost beyond his conception that an older, experienced woman like Akami would ever be interested in a nerdy teenager like him. He had a lot of sexual self-confidence issues to overcome.

But what really puzzled him as he rode home was the behavior of his mother.

Alan stared serenely at his mother while she drove and then returned to his thoughts. He couldn't believe that she didn't seem to have a problem with the appointment they just came from. The mother I thought I knew would have been outraged and never returned again. She probably would have sued for extreme emotional distress. 

Is she actually getting turned on by it all? She seemed to be getting kind of hot and bothered. Hell, I have no clue about understanding women but even I noticed how her chest was heaving so excitedly. It was like she couldn't tear her eyes off of my penis. But she's my mom. ... However, she's totally gorgeous! I never even fully realized. How cruel is it to have such a smokin' mom? What if she's willing to help me out with my treatment in any way possible, and I do mean in any way? Wow. Impossible! 

He tried to put these thoughts out of his mind, as his penis couldn't take any more excitement. 

Susan was thinking along the exact same lines: What has gotten into me? That was the most powerfully erotic experience I've ever had! I haven't masturbated in like..., well, ever, pretty much. My whole body felt so... GOOD! But it's so wrong. Probably the better it feels, the bigger the sin. 

I know it's wrong to think about my son's member, but if these appointments mean awakening my sexuality, isn't that a good thing? Suzanne says it is, and she's the wisest person I know. Couldn't this put some spice back into my marriage? I would never think about cheating on my husband, and I certainly would NEVER think about actually ... with my son ... To actually... 

For starters, to touch his member.

There, I said it. To freely, wantonly, do such an immoral and nasty thing. But Akami says I should check it for abnormalities. Isn't that kind of a moral loophole, if I'm doing it for medical purposes? In fact, wouldn't I be a BAD mother if I didn't? Wouldn't it be selfish of me if I don't do everything she asks, for his benefit? ... It's for his benefit, not mine... I have to be a good mother... But I feel so guilty...

On the outside, she looked calm and collected. But that was only a show, because her thoughts were a bubbling cauldron of confusion. She could barely keep her mind on driving, causing the car to veer all over the road until they finally got home. 

Both mother and son immediately rushed to their rooms. Susan, because she decided she wanted to explore her discovery of masturbation more extensively, and in a "hands on" manner. She explained to herself that if she masturbated now, it would still only count as one time. Alan, because he was completely spent in more ways than one and just wanted to sleep.

When Alan finally woke up from his daily nap, he mentally reviewed his appointment with Akami as he lay there on his bed. But that wasn't a good idea because he got yet another erection and his penis wasn't feeling much better. It hurt when it got hard. He turned on the light and went to the computer. He figured doing some homework would do him good.

At that very moment, he heard a knock on the door.

Suzanne stepped into his room, holding her arms up on his doorframe. "How are you doing, Sweetie? You ready for some more Internet fun?" She was wearing a shimmering dress he'd never seen before. It was emerald green, which perfectly matched her eyes.  

Oh no! he thought. How can I turn down that offer? But I have no choice. Dang! "Aunt Suzy, I'd love to, but I have a really bad case of... I don't know what to call it. Things are just kind of sore and overworked down there."

"Oh, are they? That must have been some doctor's appointment!" She was very pleased that the doctor's appointments were pushing Alan along sexually, but she tried to hide the satisfaction from her voice.

Alan moaned in frustration. "Ugggghh! Don't even bring that up. It hurts just to think about it! Could we try later tonight, once I've had a chance to recover? I might be feeling better by then."

He yanked his eyes back up to her face - they kept drifting down to her crotch because her dress was so short. He was convinced that if she just raised her arms a little more, he'd see her pussy. 

Suzanne reluctantly left after chatting with him a bit more. She tried to pry what happened at the appointment out of him, but he only spoke in vague generalities about the medical aspects.

Suzanne went back downstairs, where she was practically accosted by a very upset Susan.

"Suzanne, I need to speak to you. Right away! It's about this appointment with Akami we came back from. Some very disturbing things happened. Very, very disturbing."

They went out back to the pool area so they could talk without being disturbed or overheard. Suzanne insisted they both change into bikinis first, figuring that might help Susan feel a bit more sexy which it turn could help her be more sexually forthcoming.

Once they were settled in, Susan said, "Suzanne, my dearest friend, I have a horrible confession to make. I have sinned in thought AND deed. I'm headed straight to the gates of Hell, that's for sure!"

Susan went on to describe what happened at the appointment with Akami. She didn't want to reveal everything, since she found some things too embarrassing to even tell her best friend. But Suzanne kept asking probing questions, forcing the strictly honest Susan to reveal more and more. In the end, there was very little she'd left out.

Suzanne discovered that in Susan's mind, her main "sin of thought" was her lustful yearning to touch and stroke her son's erection. Her main "sin of deed" was masturbating in the bathroom near the end of the appointment.

Once Suzanne realized most of the story, she thought, Hmmm. This is a bit dicey. Religion is very important for Susan. I need to convince her that having Alan masturbate is bad, but Susan masturbating is not a sin. Good thing that I've been thinking about this in advance and just waiting for the right moment to give her the religious justifications she needs. 

She said, "Can you hold on a minute? I need to get something that will help us out here." Then she got up and went inside.

She came back a few minutes later with a heavy tome. She put in on the table next to her lawn chair and said, "Susan, I've been thinking about these matters for a while now. The spiritual implications of Alan's unorthodox treatment has been troubling me, too. As you know, I'm a Christian too, even though I don't go to church nearly as often as you do. The answers to your worries are in the Bible, naturally. Are you familiar with the story of Onan?"

"Certainly. My parents told me that story repeatedly when I was a kid and they lectured me on the evils of masturbation. He was the one who spilled his seed upon the ground. God was so mad at him that he struck him down and killed him on the spot as a warning that the Children of God should never commit that heinous sin."

"Indeed," Suzanne replied (even though she knew that explanation of the story was just one of several). "But think about that famous saying, 'He spilled his seed upon the ground.' Who has seed? Men do. Spend. Semen. Sperm. Women don't have that. Therefore, women cannot spill their seed upon the ground and what you did today in the doctor's office bathroom was no sin at all." 

"But women have their own sexual fluids," Susan pointed out. 

"True, but male seed is half of a potential human life. The female half, the egg, is buried deep within us and there's no way to spill it anywhere. Female fluids are just for lubrication, they have no spiritual meaning or potential, no more than saliva does, if I can be blunt about it. If you want to masturbate, there's absolutely nothing wrong or sinful about it. It's only the MALE who can sin that way."

Susan thought about it, and then gasped. "But that means that Alan... I know he has a medical justification, but still... He's sinning six times a day!" 

"True. He does have that medical justification, but it would be better if he didn't have to do that at all, right?"

Susan nodded with worry. 

Suzanne continued her lecture, "Well, luckily, there's a way out. Think about it. God was mad at Onan because he spilled his seed UPON THE GROUND. Sex is a gift of pleasure between man and woman, and in the story there was a beautiful woman right there with Onan, Tamar was her name, but he spilled his cum onto the floor instead of on her. THAT'S what made God so mad. Onan should have spilled his seed all over Tamar."

"Wait. So you're telling me that it's perfectly okay for a man if he spills his seed onto a woman?"

"Absolutely. If the cum lands on a woman or in a woman, that's perfectly fine. Sexual fun between man and woman is one of God's greatest gifts to his children. Any part of the woman will do. Her vagina, naturally, but her mouth will do just fine. Or her chest, her hands, her stomach - anywhere, really."

Susan's pussy started to tingle as she imagined holding Alan's erection and letting him shoot all over her fair skin. "Suzanne! So what you're saying is that I should let Alan cum all over me?! Whenever he wants?"

"Yes. See? The sinful thoughts you thought you had about that are not sinful at all. You naturally long to stroke Alan and have him cum in your hand because deep down you find it abhorrent to see all that precious seed wasted on the ground. I feel the same way. I've been holding off on touching him that way so far for fear of upsetting you, but I think it's time we step up and be responsible. We have to stop all that morally questionable masturbating he's doing. We need to save him from sin with handjobs."

Suzanne couldn't believe she delivered that last line with a straight face. She didn't believe a single word of what she was saying, but she knew exactly how to push all of Susan's buttons and knew this was the kind of thing Susan would fall for.

"I don't know. That just seems so... extreme. My parents never taught me about THAT."

"Well, your parents are simple people. Honest, hard working, good God-fearing folks, but simple farmers just the same. They've never studied theology. In the past week or so I've been studying this issue, and all the religious scholars agree. Seed belongs on or in a woman, not on the ground. Here, let me point out just one quotation I've found." 

She opened up the big book she'd brought. "These are the words of Clement of Alexandria, one of the most important Christian scholars who lived in the third century. He wrote, and I quote, 'Because of its divine institution for the propagation of man, the seed is not to be vainly ejaculated, nor is it to be damaged, nor is it to be wasted.' So you see, right now, Alan's cum is being vainly ejaculated into tissue paper or towels an average of six times a day. We can save him from sin with our hands, our mouths, and the rest of our bodies." Suzanne said this with dead seriousness, though her great earnestness was nothing more than a good acting job. 

Susan just sat there with an astonished look on her face. Finally, trying to change the subject and stall for time, she asked, "Do we really have to talk about these things in a bikini? I feel so... naked. It's downright improper."

"Yes we do," Suzanne answered testily.

After some long moments, Susan looked no closer to making any kind of decision.

Finally, Suzanne asked, "Well, what do you think?"

Susan replied, "You make a good case. In a way, it's a big relief. If I DON'T give Alan a handjob, that's actually worse than if I do." The wheels were still turning in her head as she mulled over the implications.

"That's right." Suzanne was pleased to watch Susan's nipples harden in her bathing suit. 

But while Susan was greatly aroused by these ideas, these also inflamed her sense of guilt and sin. "Well, Suzanne, that may be the case, in theory, but in reality I just can't bear the thought of doing that. It goes against the grain of everything I learned my entire life. Also, what about the incest? He's my son!"

Suzanne knew that the incest issue would be a tougher nut to crack, but she tried to chip away at Susan's beliefs there, too. "Incest is strictly about intercourse, Susan. Everyone knows that. Is it a crime to kiss your son? No. To hug him? No. Handjobs and the like fall in that same category." She had a hard time saying that with a straight face, too. But she knew how gullible Susan was and was fairly sure her explanations on this would at least have a little bit of an effect.

Susan frowned. picked up the tome and read the quote. "I dunno. I'd think a hug is totally different. Can you do some more research on that?"

"Certainly."

Susan thought some more, and then said, "Suzanne, I really appreciate everything you've done for this family during our trying time. Maybe, maybe... maybe you should help Alan out, you know, in that way. With your hands, I mean. It's okay with me. I give you my permission. But I could never do that myself. No matter what Clement of Alexandria says, it just doesn't sit right with me. Not only that, but if my parents ever found out, or God forbid, my sister, they would never understand, never forgive me. I'm afraid the burden will have to fall on you." 

Suzanne looked at Susan gravely. "I understand. But if jacking off Alan is going to be my daily burden, I think it's only fair that you make some sacrifices too."

"Like what?"

"I'm going to need more help in the visual stimulation department. For Alan to climax six times a day , day after day, month after month, he's going to need a non-stop barrage of truly impressive stimulation. It's a lucky break that he has such a sexy mother, and we have to take advantage of that. You keep only meeting me half way when it comes to what you wear. I want you to agree to wear anything I say, at any time."

Susan blanched. "I dunno. Wow. Is that really necessary? Why can't he just get excited looking at you?"

"Don't you trust me? Don't you respect my sacrifices? I'm willing to let Alan cum in my hand, or even on my face or chest if need be, to save him from the heinous sin of Onan. What are you willing to do to help him? Aren't we in this as a team, with you, Katherine, and me all doing what we can to help someone we love in his time of need? Heck, even Amy is helping out with some visual stimulation without understanding the why of it. She still tries to do her part."

Susan let out a big sigh. "Very well. I'll do what I can."

"That's the spirit! Together, we're going to overcome all obstacles and defeat Alan's tragic energy condition once and for all. You're my best friend and I love you." They hugged.

Suzanne thought, Hot damn, I think she bought it! Heh heh, I think that was the biggest line of bullshit I've spun in my entire life. I especially like the part about my "sacrifice" in "suffering" through all those juicy handjobs that I actually can't wait to give. But she bought it! She still has so much prudishness to overcome, but I've planted the seeds and given her the religious justification she so desperately needs. It's amazing. I'll bet it's possible to find quotes in the Bible to justify just about anything, especially with all that Old Testament stuff. 

The only thing is I feel bad about tricking my best friend. She's sooo gullible. Normally I'm the one who protects her innocent mind from the sharks and ripoffs, but now I'm betraying her faith in me. She would have rejected these ideas that conflict with her religious upbringing out of hand unless they came from me. She trusts me more than anyone else, I'm sure.

The thing is, sometimes the ends DO justify the means. I can't just come out and say, "Susan, I'm in love with your son, I want to spend the rest of my life with him." She'd freak out, especially since I'm still married. This is the only way. There has to be a gradual change in her sexual mores before she can accept what I plan to do with my cute little Sweetie. Or not so little, heh heh. 

I've been so good and honest to Susan for so many years; I know I've earned this one harmless little trick. It's gonna make Susan's life much, much better, too. Hopefully in the end she can throw off this Christian fundamentalist bullshit that's been holding her down, and learn to live and love! Maybe she'll even divorce Ron when she discovers what she's been missing. I never have liked him, not one bit.

CHAPTER 2 

Suzanne elected to share dinner with the Plummer family once again. She'd immediately held Susan to her promise to wear whatever Suzanne said and picked out the most outrageous outfit for her yet. She wanted to be around more often to make sure Susan didn't chicken out in wearing it during dinner. She also wanted to see if she could tease Alan's version of the medical appointment out of him. 

Alan's penis shot straight to attention when he walked in the dining room for dinner. Suzanne wore an outfit that just barely contained her generous breasts, but he wasn't too surprised about that. Katherine wore a very similar revealing outfit and that was a surprise since he'd never seen her wear sexy clothes in front of Susan before. But it was what Susan wore that completely blew his mind.

She wore a shiny red leather outfit which looked like it was designed for a high-class prostitute. It was skin tight and hung on her body as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. 

He could see her nipples as clear as day, and her boobs shook like Jell-O at the slightest movement. His mouth grew dry and he felt dizzy. 

Stranger still was how Susan acted. She looked extremely ashamed and subdued, as if the scantily clad body seemingly designed for fucking belonged to a different person and had somehow been mistakenly attached to her wholesome face. Throughout the meal she complained to Suzanne for making her wear the outfit. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 04



Yet somehow her bashfulness turned Alan on even more, as if she was willing to do anything to please him, but also as if she was forced to do it like a slave.

At one point, Susan leaned over to Suzanne and whispered in her ear. She'd assumed Alan couldn't hear what she was saying, but he could, mostly because reading her lips while she whispered helped quite a lot.

She whispered, "Suzanne, I can't do this. It's like I'm naked. They won't stop bouncing and jiggling with every move I make. And my nipples! Everyone can see how aroused I am. It's so improper."

Suzanne whispered back, "You have to be strong. Think of all that cum Alan is going to shoot, thanks to your sacrifice. Hang in there."

Susan whispered in return, "That's part of the problem. I keep thinking of him cumming. I'm telling you, it's not right." 

Suzanne just squeezed her hand. "Be strong."

She finally leaned back, inadvertently causing a new series of chest earthquakes.

Alan was so aroused that he wanted to cry. 

But Alan's great arousal wore down his defense and he ended up explaining some of what happened with Akami. 

Katherine and Suzanne listened with intense interest. 

Alan's version of events was highly edited and censored. He did explain how he'd climaxed three times during the appointment, but he left the impression that it had been more of a clinical treatment than the mind-blowingly lusty experience it really was. He mentioned next to nothing of what Susan did, and said she'd kept her eyes closed the whole time. 

But even Katherine, who knew nothing of what happened so far, could read between the lines more often than not. She strongly suspected Susan did more than just sit bored with her eyes closed the whole time. Her suspicions were strengthened by watching Susan's nervous reaction to Alan's retelling of the event. 

Susan mostly just squirmed and blushed in great embarrassment. She squished about as well, because her pussy got quite wet. It wasn't what Alan said that made her so horny, it was her own memory filling in the gaps of his account that did it. Mostly, she couldn't get the image of Akami's hands rhythmically sliding all over Alan's big erection. 

Since Katherine was the least knowledgeable about the appointment, she kept pressing for many of the very sexual details Alan was trying not to mention. She said things like, "So wait a minute, Big Brother. You're telling me, the whole time you were there, this pretty nurse was massaging your hard-on? And she did this in the nude?!"

"Not exactly the whole time, and she wasn't exactly nude," he replied sheepishly, red as a ripe tomato. "She always kept her panties on." He valiantly tried his hardest to steer the discussion from questions about what his mother was doing or saying, in an attempt to protect her honor. 

Despite his efforts, Susan was aghast with shame, and the more aroused she grew, the more ashamed she got as well. She thought, What's wrong with me? I can only imagine what I look like in this outfit, with my erect nipples plainly visible for all to see. This top gives no support whatsoever. I might as well be topless. It's like someone just painted a part of by breasts red and called that a top. 

But what's worse are my naughty thoughts. I don't care what Suzanne says, thinking about my Tiger's big hard thing being so lovingly stroked by the good nurse HAS to be some kind of sin. I'll bet it's hard right now, under the table there. Tiger must be terribly excited right now, thinking about how he splattered his seed all over Akami's face and chest. At least he didn't spill it on the ground. Thank goodness for small blessings.

She stared at where she would have been able to see Alan's crotch had the table not been in the way. I'll bet his member could use some help right now. It must be throbbing in great pain, aching for release. I could be the one to stroke it at this very moment! It's for his own good! And if he cums all over me, I'd be saving him from moral depravity. 

She took some heavy breaths to calm down. There must be something wrong with me. Suzanne seems so calm and collected. Katherine is her usual giggly self. True, they're both dressed very provocatively, but I'm the only one dressed like a complete whore and thinking terribly naughty thoughts about my own son. I have to get my act together. But I have to do it on my own. I can't even let Suzanne know that I can't stop dreaming of holding Alan's pulsing, throbbing hardness in my hand or I'll die of shame.

She was right about one thing: Alan was terribly excited and in great need for release. It was mostly due to Susan's top. In fact, it was cleverly designed to cause her boobs to jiggle even more than if she'd been completely naked because of the way it managed to lift them up yet leave them there without significant support. 

Every move she made, even if it was just to lift a fork to her plate, caused her boobs to bounce around wildly. She was frustrated at all the movement she was making and felt like there was a shining spotlight pointing right at her chest, everyone staring at her. But she didn't know what to do.

Alan skipped dessert. Instead, he rushed upstairs, hopped on his bed, and climaxed into a towel. 

He was emotionally and physically exhausted from so much sexual stimulation in recent days. And his penis felt like it had been rubbed raw, too. He was greatly relieved later that evening to simply go watch a movie with his friends Sean and Peter. It helped too that he took a cold shower before leaving. 

But it wasn't so easy to simply shut off all that had happened. He spent most of the evening with his friends, yet not really with them. Instead, he thought about things like what his friends would think of his mother if they walked into his house to pick him up to go somewhere, and saw her dressed the way she was. Even more consuming was the thought that Suzanne was waiting for him to come back and take care of some "unfinished business."

Once he left for the movie, Susan desperately needed her own release as well. While she washed the dishes with Katherine, she debated whether she should masturbate or not. It wasn't that she distrusted Suzanne, but she wondered if maybe Suzanne only knew one school of thought when it came to the sinfulness of female masturbation. She didn't want to live a life of sin based on a misunderstanding.

But on the other hand, she was so aroused that she felt like falling on her knees and screaming, "Why me, Lord? Why me?" She was reminded of the trials of Job. 

After much restless agitation, she came to a compromise solution: I'll just go back to my room and practice my breast exam. Akami did say that one cannot do that enough. Since I didn't have one in years, I probably need a lot of them now, to make up for it. Plus, if I don't practice, I'm going to forget how Akami did it exactly.



So that's what she did. She ended up having an orgasm just by "examining" her breasts. She decided that didn't count as masturbation since she didn't even touch her pussy. 

She tried at first to think of her favorite movie stars, but failed miserably. Within seconds, her thoughts were filled with nothing but erotic fantasies involving her son. She loved wearing her scandalous red outfit at dinner and her thoughts at first involved that.

In her daydream, in the middle of dinner Alan ordered her to sit next to her. Then, without saying anything, he reached over and began fondling her through her top. But soon he had her top completely off and casually pulled at her nipples while holding a normal conversation with the others. In her mind, it really was her son's fingers pulling on her nipples right then instead of her masturbating. 

Then in her dream, Suzanne sat on the other side of Alan, pulled out his erection, and began stroking it. All the while Alan kept pulling on Susan's nipples.

She never got beyond that in the dream because it was all so exciting that she came within minutes.

She felt a lot better when it was over. It was like a fog had lifted from her brain. She decided, This kind of ... activity ... is good because it purges all those nasty, depraved, evil, SINFUL thoughts from my head. I feel halfway normal now. What I need to do in the future is to have some more breast exams but think about things - anything! - other than my son's extremely tempting member. 

She looked back at her thoughts, such as the idea that she needed to have lots of breast exams to make up for not doing them for years, and wondered how she could have fallen for such illogical thinking. 

Suzanne lurked around the Plummer house after Susan went to her room. Like a spy on a secret mission, she wanted to know just how excited Susan was getting. So, after an impatient pause and when she thought the coast was clear, she snuck up to Susan's bedroom and put her ear to Susan's door. She heard the sound of moaning and bed springs squeaking. 

Smiling with satisfaction, she headed back to her own house.

Her husband was working late, so she was alone as she stood before her bedroom closet and started to undress for bed. I knew it! I'm shocked, but not completely shocked. Susan has been so repressed that she's a volcano of passion, and now she's starting to erupt. She can't even control herself in the slightest. She's so fucking horny for Alan! It's obvious.

This certainly changes things. My goal was to relax her morals enough so that she'd accept my relationship with Alan. The problem is, I think she's sliding down a slippery slope and there's no way to stop her just half way down. She's resisting, but deep down she wants some of Alan's cock. I could see the way her eyes were practically boring a hole through the table. It was like she was praying for X-ray vision. 

So that could be bad. That definitely opens up a whole can of worms. But on the other hand, maybe, just maybe, I can realize my ultimate, impossible sexual fantasy: seduce not just Alan, but Susan and Katherine too! It seems too good to be true that I'm getting this far with Alan, but I never would have expected the two of them would react like this on top of it. It's like they're total nymphomaniacs exploding into lust at the first opportunity. 

She finished undressing while she continued to ruminate. Susan's reaction has been wild enough. But there's Katherine's reaction too. Like the way she was pumping Alan at dinner with questions about how Akami stroked his penis. Pumping is the perfect word. She looked like she could barely contain herself from reaching over and jacking him off right at the dinner table. 

Now that Suzanne stood naked, she began fingering her pussy in front of her mirror. I had Katherine pegged all wrong. I thought she was another prude just like her mother. How many years did I try to get Susan to have an affair to spice up her life, and it was the one thing I could never make her do. I couldn't even get her to dress more sexily. But no, mother and daughter are total hotties. In fact, I'd almost suspect Katherine had a thing for him even before I put my scheme into motion. Maybe she does! It's so hot, sister and brother together! I can't stand it!

Suzanne was really assaulting her pussy now. Her whole body buckled with every thrust. Her other hand worked furiously on her clit. But unlike Susan with her brain that fogged over so easily, Suzanne was much better at keeping her wits about her. She continued to simultaneously fantasize and scheme even as she grew more and more aroused. 

Alan could be the key to all three of them. I need to develop and cultivate their lustful feelings for each other. Then, one day, we'll all be in bed together, all four of us! If we're all on Alan, it'll be natural for the touching between everyone to develop until we women are all madly fucking each other as well. It'll be glorious! I could move in with them, and, oh God! Oh, too much! Too much! 

I can move in with them and maybe, maybe even, oh, yes! Maybe even marry Alan! Oh Lord God! Yes! Only I can marry him. I'm the only one not related! Fuck! They'll have to agree. Fuck yeah! Oh! Good God! The fucking hunky Alan, my fucking husband! And Susan and Katherine my partners in bed! Oh! Lord! One giant orgy, every day! God yes! Oh! Aaaaiiiieeee!!!

Suzanne arched back and let out a loud wail as she had the best orgasm she could remember in years. As it went on, visions of all three Plummers flashed in her head, one after another. Mostly it was Alan, and then Susan. Suzanne had a slight crush on Susan for years, but never pursued it because she considered Susan just a tad less prudish than a nun with lifelong chastity vows. 

She'd never really had sexual feelings for Katherine, she had no interest in underaged girls. But there was no denying that Katherine was reaching the age of an adult and her body was the body of an adult. Now Suzanne was amenable to the idea of seducing Katherine, too. Suddenly, she was very amenable.

She lay back on her bed in the nude. If I had a REAL man as a husband, he would be here for me now. I never would have started wandering. I can't even remember the last time we made love. It's like Susan and I aren't married at all. I don't know which is worse: Susan's husband being overseas all the time, or my husband being here but not here at the same time.

Well, Alan's a real man, and a good man, too. He's no mere boy. He'd never neglect me or leave me alone. She looked around the empty bedroom and sighed.

CHAPTER 3 (Wednesday, Oct. 9)

The next day, everything seemed perfectly normal again for Alan. It was just another day at school, and then a typical day at home except for Susan and Katherine dressing more sexily. Admittedly, a lot more sexily. He overheard Susan chastising Katherine over her outfit, but Katherine pointed out that Susan wasn't one to talk, given what she was wearing. 

Alan masturbated several times in the afternoon as usual. The outfits he saw helped, but he certainly wasn't lacking mental stimulation material. 

He hadn't seen Suzanne at all that day and worried that he'd miss her altogether. But when he got back from a quick trip to the grocery store after dinner, Susan told him that Suzanne was in his room waiting for him and had something she wanted to talk about. 

Alan had a good feeling that Suzanne wanted to do more than just talk. As he walked up the stairs towards his room, he felt scared and apprehensive. She was so sexual and physically perfect that just being near her could be intimidating. One part of his brain said, Don't let me go in there! But on the other hand, a team of wild horses couldn't have kept him out.

Suzanne looked absolutely ravishing. She now wore an elaborately designed black silk kimono not for a love of Japanese style, but strictly for the potential it had to open up in the front.

It was already about nine in the evening by this time. Alan reflected that this was probably the type of thing she wore just before climbing into bed. Just the thought of Suzanne getting into a bed was now enough to get him horny. Yet he reminded himself it was only days ago when he didn't have any sexual thoughts about her at all.

No sooner had they sat down than Suzanne took advantage of how the robe opened in the front. She leaned back on his bed and allowed a boob to fall out of the kimono. There was a wide sash across her midsection which kept the kimono rather bound up, but she quickly worked to make sure that it "accidentally" came undone. Her hands began roaming over her kimono, and wherever they went, the kimono opened up more and more.

As she explored her body, she said, "I'm so glad you're here. I've been getting so hot and bothered just thinking about you." 

"You? About me?"

"Sure! You think I'm helping you out just for you? Sweetie, believe me I would if I have to because I love you, but I'm enjoying this just as much as you are." By the time she said that, her robe had opened enough to completely expose both of her breasts. She reached up to a nipple and loudly moaned as she pinched it.

"Really?" Alan honestly asked, "But I don't deserve you. You're like a Playboy centerfold - you're actually hotter than the typical Playboy centerfold - and I'm just some guy, some random teenager."

She raised an eyebrow as she played with her breasts with both hands. "Don't sell yourself short. You're not just some random teenager. You're my Sweetie! You're the most kind and good man I've ever met, and you're turning into a total hunk to boot. Note that I say 'man' and not 'boy'. Now, are you going to release the beast from its cage or are you going to leave me suffering?"

Her looked at her in confusion and saw her eyebrows wiggling as she stared at the obvious bulge in his shorts. He was slowly learning. Suzanne actually sees ME as a sex object of some sort? Wow.

She added impatiently, "Are you going to unzip your shorts so we can get down to some nasty porn watching, or am I going to do it myself?"

Alan was learning fast. He grinned. "I'm afraid you're going to have to do it yourself."

She said wryly, "Now I know why you're in the gifted classes." She let the kimono fall off her shoulders. It was stopped from falling all the way off by the sash around her waist. Then she got down on her knees in front of where Alan was sitting.

She reached out and unzipped his shorts zipper.

Alan held his breath. He couldn't believe what was happening. 

She took her time just staring at his bulge, letting the anticipation grow. Finally, she reached in through the fly on his underwear and grasped his erection firmly.

Alan exhaled and then sucked in another big breath. His heart was pounding.

She pulled his erection out and left it sticking straight out, right at her. "Did I really just grab your cock?" she asked rhetorically. "I'm such a naughty girl. If I'm not careful, I might end up grabbing it, and stroking it, a lot more. That would be bad. Very improper." She winked.

Alan felt dizzy. It was like every last drop of blood in his body had rushed to engorge his erection, leaving nothing to keep his brain working. He tried taking deep breaths to calm down. 

Suzanne was tempted to lean forward and suck on his meaty rod, but she also wanted to draw out his seduction as much as she could. She looked up and playfully asked him, "So, a penny for your thoughts. Is something arousing you? What could it be?"

Alan was going to burst out, "You!" But he thought, I have to be clever. Cool. I'm not just some random teenager. I have to live up to Aunt Suzy's high expectations. After a long pause, he grinned and said, "I'm just looking at the porn pictures." 

Suzanne was amused. "Oh, the porn pictures, eh?" She pretended to pout, and flicked a finger at his erection, causing it to sway from side to side. She brought her face closer to his erection, allowing her to breathe on it. Then she said in a very breathy voice, "JUST the pictures? Having your Aunt Suzy nearly totally naked and on her knees before your cock thinking about how good it would feel to touch and fondle doesn't have anything to do with it?"

Alan felt assaulted with erotic sensations, even though she wasn't touching him. For one thing, she was breathing on his penis quite heavily. He could actually sense the minty flavor in her mouth as she puffed on it. He also loved her flowery perfume (he detected lavender) and her scratchy voice. Add the words she was saying and the way she was showing off her naked torso, and he was in serious danger from cumming without any skin to skin contact at all. 

He answered her question, "Maybe a little."

Her grin widened. "Just a little, eh? What am I going to do with you?" She cupped a tit as she said this, and with the fingers from her other hand traced the outline of the nipple on that tit.




Six Times a Day Pt. 04



He wasn't sure if he was meant to respond, and he was enjoying his erotic high too much to want to speak in any case. 

So she suggested, "You know what the problem is? I think your beast is still too confined. Let it roam free. We want to see you pull your shorts off. We want to see that very much." Her fingers were now pulling her nipple out towards him, making her tit look even more massive than it already was.

Alan momentarily wondered what she meant by "we." He gathered his wits and prepared to drop his shorts. "Good idea. Best to be safe. They were cutting off my circulation anyway." He slowly brought them down his legs. 

Suzanne laughed. He's a natural. Sure, he's nervous, but he's not completely intimidated. Most of the men I'm with are twice his age and never get over being intimidated by my looks. Maybe it's because Alan grew up with his Aunt Suzy, he knows I don't bite. Well, not much, hee hee.

Alan stood up in the process of taking his shorts off. Now all he had on was a T-shirt. He wasn't used to standing with an unhindered erection and he felt awkward about it. 

As he tried to move back into the same position in front of Suzanne as before, Suzanne deliberately moved her face forward a little, causing his penis to bounce off of her cheek.

"Sorry!" he nearly yelled, thinking that he'd been to one to bump into her. He staggered backwards and nearly fell over. He managed to settle back into his chair.

But she just wryly replied, "Be careful where you poke that thing." She caressed the spot on her cheek where the penis had touched and then shuddered, acting as if the mere touch had nearly given her an orgasm. 

Alan realized he was on a razor's edge. One more slight touch or sexy thought or word was going to bring on an orgasm. Without explaining why, he closed his eyes and tried to block out all thoughts of Suzanne. He concentrated on his breathing until the worst of the orgasmic surge passed.

Suzanne smiled as she saw him finally open his eyes after a minute or more. "Looks like someone around here is getting too much stimulation." Suzanne made a pretense at pulling her kimono up over her shoulders and closing it, as if trying to calm things a little, but then she let it fall off her shoulder again as soon as she'd finished closing it.

She giggled. "Oopsie. Looks like you're stuck with Aunt Suzy's big ol' blinding white boobs. Think you can handle that?"

Alan was feeling much more able to go on now that surge had passed. He said, "I can handle it. And not only that, they're not blinding white. I prefer to think of them as ivory. And they certainly don't look old. However, I'm afraid I'm definitely going to have to agree with you about them being big." 

Suzanne reached out and flicked a finger on his erection, causing it to sway again. "Ooh, looks like we've got a cheeky one here. Very well. ... Since what the doctor wants is prolonged sexual stimulation, wouldn't it be better if you stimulated yourself again while you look at the 'pictures'?" She made quote marks in the air as she said pictures, knowing full well he was going to be staring at her instead.

He brought both hands to his erection while asking, "You sure you won't mind?" He was so excited that he started stroking himself before she had a chance to respond. 

"Why should I mind? I'm just here to help you achieve your daily target." She grasped at her tits with both hands, adding, "Don't mind me at all. My chest is sore and needs a little massage. I think I'll just work on that." 

He laughed. On the inside, she was nearly delirious with delight. This is like a dream come true! I can tell my Sweetie is going to be such fun in bed. And since we've come this far, it's just a matter of time before we go all the way. I only have to break down Susan's barriers and then I'll be able to play with this monster any time I like. 

Despite Alan's great desire to stroke himself, he felt self-conscious with Suzanne on her knees, her nose practically touching the top of his penis head. His hands were covering his erection as much as stroking it. He was more squeezing that stroking. 

Suzanne noticed this and said, "Stroke it for me, Sweetie! Think about my tits, my pussy, my face. Do it for me!"

He began rubbing his penis more overtly, but still slowly at first. Although Alan was sitting at his desk next to his computer, needless to say, there wasn't even a pretense of looking at the computer screen. 

No way, he thought. I just cannot imagine how perfect Aunt Suzy looks! And her boobs are absolutely unreal! It would be like trying to hold a watermelon or basketball. No one has boobs like that ... except for my mother. To his surprise, the thought of his mother's boobs and then the jiggly red leather dress she was wearing suddenly greatly increased his horniness. He was surprised because he didn't realize he could even get any more aroused than he already was.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Suzanne said as she slowly jiggled her massive hooters. She sat up on her heels, shoving them forwards until they were inches from his erection. 

He was tempted to reach out and touch them, but didn't know what to do and was afraid of being chastised by her. The pace of his rubbing increased.

"Whoa, boy, slow down and enjoy it," she said, as she grabbed his hand pumping his penis. "You know what would feel even better? Someone else's hand. The doctor said you need assistance to prevent chafing and what not. Are you feeling chafed?"

"Very." He laughed. "Very chafed." The notion of chafing sounded absurd, but he recalled that the doctor had actually warned it could happen to him.

She brought both of her hands to his erection. One hand held onto his and slowly pulled it away. That left her other hand wrapped around his shaft. 

As she sat there with his throbbing hardness in her hand, she asked, "Do you mind if I help you with your problem like this, now and always?"

That comment and the feeling of her cool, soft hand replacing his own was so arousing that he was sure he was going to lose his load. He grimaced and braced for the climax to come.

But Suzanne could see what was happening and brought her other hand back to his erection. She squeezed the base of it hard, staving off the surge. "Not so fast, cutie," she cooed. "You don't want to miss out on a lot of good stroking." 

However, even though Alan hadn't quite cum, he was overwhelmed by the close call. It was all he could do to hang on and keep his wits about him. 

Suzanne realized this and was patient. She was continued to just gently hold his erection with one hand. She knew she had to be careful to make this first handjob experience last, as his control was nearly nonexistent and he was right on the verge.  

"Suzanne? You mean you're gonna give me a handjob?" Alan was so excited that his voice cracked as he said the word "handjob." His voice hadn't cracked in a long time, but lately it was doing it at the very most embarrassing moments. He suddenly felt like he was twelve years old, and a complete idiot.

She had to suppress a laugh from his cracking voice, but then she broke into a wry smile. This is so much fun! Like taking candy from a baby. "Yes, I'm giving you a handjob. I'm going to jack you off."

"Susan... I mean Suzanne! That feels so good. Please help me. Help me every day..." he moaned. "I could really use your help."

She initially merely lightly fondled his penis, but the sensation of another person's hands on his prick was so new that any touch felt amazing to him. Then she placed a finger under the base of the head where he was most sensitive, and began pressing and rubbing.

Belatedly responding to his moaning comment, she cooed as she rubbed, "Oh yes. Every day. Aunt Suzy's gonna help you every day. In fact, I can tell your Johnson and I are going to become very good friends. How would you like me to play with your dick every single day, for years and years to come?"

Alan let out a wordless moan of great pleasure.

She kept stroking, lightly and slowly. 

But even though she was taking it easy on him, the things she did with her hands still brought him indescribable joy. 

After a couple more minutes, Alan couldn't help but say, "Aunt Suzy, your hands. They're so good. So soft. So smooth. What you're doing... Oh, it feels so great!"

"That's why the doctor wants nice, soft female hands wrapped around your hot erection at all times, caressing it, stroking it, loving it. Not your own rough and calloused hands. We can't have any chafing, God forbid." She had a twinkle in her eye, barely suppressing a laugh over the whole chafing idea.

The pace slowly built up, until he was eventually ready to blow. His eyes remained fixed on her swaying tits, or sometimes he would watch her fingers playing up and down his dick. But every now and then he would look away from these mesmerizing sights and see her face staring lovingly into his, and nearly lose it. 

Her face was always close to the tip of his penis. Sometimes she would breathe on it, sending shivers up and down his spine, and other times she would judge him to be overstimulated and she'd pull back a little bit. She was sorely tempted to swallow his pole deep into her mouth, but she held back on that completely. She wanted to savor his seduction. 

She was in control since he had little mastery over his own urges. She finally decided the time was right to literally bring his first handjob to a climax.

"You're almost ready..." she cooed as her hands suddenly started pumping fast in, squeezing his most sensitive spots. "Do it all over my big boobs!" 

The cum began spewing forth as soon as she said that. Alan wasn't paying attention to anything but the incredible sensations coursing through his body, so he didn't realize at first that he was shooting directly into Suzanne's face.

That didn't slow her down, though - in fact, it inspired her. She pumped his erection for all she was worth. She loved him so much that she wanted to drain him completely dry. 

A minute or two later, they sat back in post-orgasmic bliss, Alan resting in his chair and Suzanne still sitting on the floor, leaning up against his desk. In actual fact the handjob lasted no more than ten minutes, but to Alan it seemed like an eternity of bliss. 

When she saw he'd somewhat recovered, she said, "Wow, that was some Internet porn, wasn't it?" 

They both had a good laugh. Neither cared a flying fuck about the pictures at this point.

Alan wanted to blurt out, "I love you!" but once again decided silence was the safest path. 

CHAPTER 4

Alan sat forward and had a look around. He finally realized that his cum lay all over Suzanne's tremendous tits. Then he looked up and saw that even more had landed on her face. Much of it had hit her right in her cleavage. He wanted desperately to take his hands and explore the depths of that deep valley, rubbing his cum all over her mounds. The fact that she was still lightly panting, causing her cum-covered tits to heave, only increased his mental excitement. 

But he dared not touch her, not understanding what limits there might be. Others might have been much bolder, but he was too inexperienced and shy to take the initiative. Further, he saw no need to push his luck as long as his penis was down for the count. 

Suzanne said, "Okay, now it's time for you to REALLY tell me what happened during your medical appointment."

"What do you mean?" 

She pouted, "After I do that to you, you still play dumb with me? I talked to Susan about it and she told a different story than the one you gave at dinner. For instance, you forgot to mention how Akami gave her a so-called breast exam." 

"Oooooh.... THAT appointment."

Suzanne chuckled.

Alan went over the appointment again, but this time he didn't hold anything back. He and Suzanne often compared notes, figuring out what Susan mentioned and what she left out. 

As Alan talked, he slowly found his erection reviving. Previously, the fact that Akami rubbed his penis was eventually tortured out of him only after repeated questions. But now he freely described Akami's ministrations in great detail and after a while he mentioned little else but that and the way Akami fondled Susan's chest. 

Between his own words and the continued sight of his cum slowly trickling down Suzanne's body, his hands found themselves wrapped around his new hard-on. 

But Suzanne said, "Don't touch it just yet. Leave that to me. Why do it yourself when you've got Aunt Suzy all addicted to your cock? You've won yourself a very eager cock stroker."

Alan could hardly argue with that. He pulled his hands away. 

Suzanne added in her delightfully raspy voice, "But since you got your pleasure I hope you don't mind if I get off too." She thrust one of her fingers into her pussy, which unfortunately for Alan remained hidden under her kimono. 

He couldn't really tell what was going on underneath, but he desperately wanted to find out. He reached out to adjust her kimono and give himself a better view. 

But she chided. "Look, but don't touch. It's my great pleasure to give you stimulation, Sweetie, but we can't go any farther than that. So no touching me. After all, I'm your dear old Aunt Suzy, aren't I? This body has to remain off limits to you." 

For maybe a week at most, heh heh, she gleefully corrected herself in her private thoughts. Then she told him, "Now, no pouting, and tell me more about how you really felt at the doctor's office."

Alan had pretty much told her everything already, but he didn't mind describing how Akami played with Susan's breasts in more detail, even though neither his nor Suzanne's hands were on his erection as he talked. 

But before he could really get into it, there was a knock on the door. It was Susan. She said through the door. "Alan? Suzanne? You still in there? How it is going? It's been a while now."

Alan looked around for his shorts and started to reach out so he could quickly put them back on.

But Suzanne waved that effort off. Instead, without attempting to cover up or move from where she sat, she said, "Oh, things are CUMMING along nicely. Come on in, Susan." 

Susan opened the door and stepped into the room. The first thing she noticed was Suzanne's pale white back. She didn't see any cloth above her waist and realized that meant Suzanne was completely exposed on her front side too. Then her eyes went to Alan and she figured out he was sitting in the perfect position to ogle Suzanne's bare chest. 

As she stepped further into the room, she was able to see around Suzanne's back more until she saw enough of Alan to determine he wasn't wearing any shorts. Then she saw the shorts on the floor. She froze before she got enough of an angle to see Alan's erection, but she knew it was there from the lusty look on his face.

While Susan was surprised at what she saw, Alan was surprised at her too. He couldn't get over the outfit she was wearing. She looked like a teenaged girl about to go out on a hot date, with a black mini-skirt and a nearly skin-tight top that exposed her belly. She was blushing and both arms covered her chest, but that just made find her all the more arousing. 

Suzanne hadn't turned around to look at Susan whatsoever, but she knew with certainty that Susan was blushing, covering up as much as she could. She was the one who'd told her what to wear and she knew how uncomfortable Susan was about it. She said with authority, "Susan, drop your hands to your side this instant."

Susan was mortified, but she brought her arms down.

After giving her a suitable time to do that, Suzanne said, "Now, thrust your chest out and let your son admire your new outfit."

Susan protested, "But this outfit, it's hardly appropriate, I mean, it's so scandalous to begin with..."

"Susan!"

"Suzanne, please! Really, don't you think-"

But Suzanne interrupted, "Remember that you're here for visual stimulation. You're doing what you can do to help his condition, and I'm doing what I can. I think he could use a good dose of visual stimulation right now."

Susan sighed. "Very well." She thrust her chest out and stood with her arms straight at her side, like a soldier at attention.

"More thrusting, please," Suzanne insistently demanded.

"Is that really necessary?" 

"Suuuuusan?!" Suzanne chided.

Blushing furiously, Susan thrust her chest forward as far as she could. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment, but at the same time she reveled in the shame and the naughtiness of what she was doing. She couldn't stand to look in her son's direction, but she felt light-headed as she imagined him staring at her.

Suzanne, still without turning, then said, "So. What is it that brought you in?"

Holding her body in that lewd thrusting position, she tried to say in a casual voice, "Oh, I just wanted to say hello and see if you needed anything. Just seeing how you're getting along." 

The truth was, she didn't have any reason to come in, but Suzanne had told her in advance that this was the time she was going to give Alan his first handjob, and as the minutes went by curiosity eventually got the best of her. She absolutely had to know how things had gone.

Suzanne knew this. She could have strung Susan along, but decided to have mercy since Susan was doing her best wearing the outfit and posing in such a sexy way. She said, "I just stroked Alan to a very nice climax, didn't I, Sweetie?"

Alan thought, I can't believe we're having this conversation. How surreal! But he answered, "Uh, yeah. Mom, it was, um, very nice. Suzanne is very talented with her hands."

Susan also found the whole situation bizarre, but managed to reply, "That's nice. I'll bet she is." She was slowly drifting further into the room while keeping her chest thrust out. She finally reached the point where she could see Alan's erection, pointing up stiffly in his lap. She froze again and gawked. 

Then, realizing that Alan could see how blatantly she was staring, she freaked out and backed away. "Um, nice. Very nice! Uh, I gotta go. Let me know if you need anything else!" By the time she finished saying that she was back in the hallway. She closed the door behind her and rushed to her bathroom to take a cold shower. She couldn't believe how aroused the entire encounter made her and she prayed that it didn't show on her face.

As soon as she was gone, Suzanne thought, A-ha! I've always figured Susan would be submissive in bed, and the way she loved being told to thrust her chest out proves it. Things are going to get miiiiighty interesting around here, heh heh!

She chuckled. "Aw, shucks. I was hoping she would stay longer. I didn't even get to show her this lovely pearl necklace you gave me." She swiped a gob of Alan's cum off of her cum-splattered chest, and made a great show of sucking it into her mouth with her free hand. "Jesus!" she said with great surprise. "Has anyone ever told you how good your cum tastes?"

Alan let out a loud groan. "Oh. My. Gaaawd. Aunt Suzy, this has just been too weird. Great, damn great, but weird. I mean you" - he pointed at her chest - "and then Mom" - he pointed at the door. "I mean, it's just..." 

Since he was at a loss for words, Suzanne said, "Yeah, I know. It's a lot coming at you all at once. You have to admit though, that your mom looked really hot as she stood there obediently with her chest thrust out, her giant tits hanging out right in front of you, panting and staring hungrily at your big, hard cock. Didn't that turn you on?"

Alan assumed he needed to keep his incestuous desires a secret from everyone, even Suzanne. "It's not like that, Aunt Suzy. Really."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Honest to God. I mean, yes, she's attractive. Hell, more than attractive. But she's my mom. I don't think of her that way." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 04



Suzanne kept pressing, trying to get him to confess some attraction. She began rubbing his erection again, to further break down his resistance. "Oh, come on, Sweetie, you have to admit she looked sexy. Are you saying your mother isn't beautiful? Is that what you want me to tell her?"

"No!" he cried in agitation. "God, she's totally HOT!" He got even more flustered after realizing what he's said. He blurted out, "Don't tell her anything! Please? Promise? It's not like that!" He started sweating profusely, as if he was being tortured under interrogation.

Suzanne stroked his erection even more aggressively. "I won't tell her anything. Your secret is safe with me. Personally, I don't think there's anything wrong with incest, as long as it's between two loving and consenting adults. Don't you agree?"

"No comment." He was really sweating bullets now. He knew that his lust for Susan was as plain as day. 

Suzanne decided to give him a break and not press too much about the incest. "Whatever. But you have to admit she looked hot." 

"How do you even know what she was wearing? You didn't turn around."

"Because she I knew she was going to wear something scandalously sexy to help you cum. That's the kind of loving mother she is. But let's go back to the appointment. What do you think she was thinking while Akami was playing with her nipples? Don't you think she got really horny, between Akami doing that and the way she was eating your penis up with her eyes?"

"How the heck should I know what she was thinking?" 

Suzanne grew more excited herself. "Don't you think, after watching Akami jack you off for so long, Susan would want to jack you off herself? Wouldn't you like her to do what I'm doing right now, wrap her soft hands around your prick and make you feel incredibly good? Don't you want to blow your load all over her face just like you've blown your load all over me?"

"Please don't ask me these questions! It's freaking me out!" He pleaded, "Aunt Suzy, I'm so on the edge! I don't just mean that I'm about to cum, although that's true too. I mean that my brain is just about to shut down from stimulation overload. I'm really freaking out!"

Suzanne realized she was pushing him too far too fast. She thought, What am I pushing him for, anyway? It's as clear as the sun rises in the east that he lusts after Susan as much as he lusts after me. I don't need to actually get a confession out of him to know that. As long as that's true, my plan to seduce the entire Plummer family is still very possible. 

She let go of his turgid penis. "Oh. Well, I can understand that. Sorry for being kind of pushy. I'll tell you what. Why don't you just chill out and do some homework, and I'll come back another time. There are some things I still want to discuss with you."

Alan was relieved. He really did feel overstimulated. But at the same time he looked down at his erection and said, "Thanks. But, uh, before you go, you know, since you're so against chafing and everything, I'll just be honest. As soon as you go out that door, I'm going to masturbate like there's no tomorrow." 

Suzanne gave him a put out look. "Let me guess: you'd rather I finish you off than do it yourself."

Alan nodded shyly, wondering if he'd pushed his luck. 

Suzanne could have teased him about it, but she decided it was better to build up his sexual confidence. So she said, "Uh-oh. You got me. Looks like you've already discovered I can't turn down a chance to play with your cock." She leaned in an resumed stroking and blowing on it with every breath.

She knew he was already pretty close to cumming. As she stroked, she said in a dispassionate voice, "Since you've got me here, bare breasted and on my knees, with my hands full of cock, now's as good a time as any for that serious discussion I wanted to have with your later."

Alan groaned. "Oh, Aunt Suzy. Can't it wait?" 

"No. I want you to remember, your mother may be a sexy woman. She may even be having horny thoughts about you, though she probably doesn't know or understand them herself. I'll bet when she was in that bathroom in the doctor's office, fingering herself, she was thinking about you. She even hinted as much to me. She kept talking about her 'unnatural, disturbing fantasies.' She was dreaming of you in there, I know it! She was fantasizing holding your rod, and doing to it just what Akami was doing to it, and what I'm doing right now!"

Alan found himself at the edge of another climax, from her words alone. He sat up and strained to hold out a little longer. 

But then Suzanne brought him down by adding, "But she's your mother, you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Alan dejectedly, he sat back in his chair.

"Sexual contact between you and her is wrong. That's what I'm for. If you ever get horny thoughts about your mother, your sexy little sister, or anyone else, come to me, and I'll make sure to keep you satisfied. Very satisfied. Sweetie, the way your cum tastes, you won't have any trouble getting me to help you again, believe you me. Show some willpower, and don't let your mother give you anything more than a handjob or blowjob, no matter how much she wants to do more. And don't touch her sexually first, EVER! Let her steer. Is that clear?"

"Uh, yeah." After a pause, the full realization of what she said sunk in. "Blowjob?!" he exclaimed out loud. No one's ever given me a blowjob! It's like Suzanne is saying, "Fuck your mother, but not on alternate Wednesdays!" Could my mom actually have sexual thoughts about me, or be willing to help out with a blowjob or handjob or something like that? No frigging way!

Suzanne was getting nearly as excited about Alan and Susan playing with each other as Alan was. She quietly came without him even knowing. She was very surprised about it as she'd never cum just from giving a handjob.

She recovered quickly and realized Alan was going to blow at any second. She brought her face close to the tip of his penis again and said, "Let's not make another mess. Aim for my mouth!" 

He let out a great roar and shot at her face from only about a foot away. As the squirts kept firing, he pulled in closer and closer.

She drank the jism that hit her square in the mouth. She was tempted to pull him in between her lips so he could shoot straight down her throat, but she still wanted to save that experience for another time. The rest of his load ended on her cheeks and chin.

Suzanne now had the better part of two of his big loads dripping down her face and chest. She was drenched in cum, and loved it. Mostly she loved the taste, and wanted more. The idea of giving Alan a blowjob practically made her salivate in anticipation.

Alan flopped back in his chair like he'd melted into it. "Ugh. ... Good God. ... So good. ... Man, that was something!" He sank deeper in his chair as he panted. He'd never felt so completely satisfied and happy in his entire life. 

Suzanne relaxed. "We all have to do our part to help you with your ailment, don't we? Your mom is going to have to help out in a hands-on way too, though she doesn't realize it yet. If you don't know what a blowjob is like, don't worry, I think I can arrange a practical demonstration very soon." 

These ideas were too much for Alan. He didn't know what to think of what she was saying. It was fantastical enough to imagine Susan might want to touch him sexually, but it seemed even more improbable that Suzanne would actually encourage such a thing. He'd never heard of women who were into sharing. 

There was sweat and cum all over the place, especially all over Suzanne, and they both looked as completely drained as they really were. The intoxicating smell of Suzanne's perfume was now overpowered by the sweaty smell of sex, from both Alan and Suzanne's copious cum. 

Suzanne brought a hand up to her face and felt the cum there. "It's almost a shame that'll have to wash this off. But as for now, why don't we get cleaned up a bit? Then you can get some rest, since you have a big day tomorrow." 

"I do?" Alan couldn't think of what it could be.

"You do. After all, I have some new things to teach you and your penis. Doctor's orders," she said as she winked at him. She opened her mouth to the shape of an "O" and bobbed her head forwards and backwards, pretending she was sucking him off. 

Alan still couldn't get a rise from his overtaxed penis, but his imagination went into overdrive. His eyes bugged out.

"This is about preventing chafing after all, isn't it?" she joked.

CHAPTER 5

By the time Suzanne left Alan's room it was about ten o'clock. 

Alan thought the excitement of his day was over, but his sister had other ideas. 

Katherine had put her ear to the door and listened to what Suzanne had been doing with Alan. She'd had to stop when Susan came up the stairs to go into Alan's room, but what she had heard made her very horny and excited. Actually, since her room was almost directly across the hallway from Alan's, she'd been paying a lot of attention to what was going on in his room lately. The walls were fairly soundproofed, but if one put an ear to Alan's door, one could just barely follow the conversations and hear other noises.

Katherine could tell how much fun Suzanne was having helping Alan, and wanted to have some more fun herself. I'll just tease him a little bit, she thought. She turned on her stereo loudly, kept her door open a crack, and hoped he soon would come by. 

Alan took a shower just to get back in touch with reality a bit. Then he went back to his room and tried to read but he was still too excited to concentrate much. Finally, he decided it was time to go to bed. He got up to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.

He heard surprisingly loud music coming from Katherine's room and fell into her trap.

Alan stopped and said through her door, "Hey Sis, what's with all the noise? I'm about to go to bed, so could you keep it down?"

"Bed? It's not that late," she replied back through the door. "Isn't it still before eleven?"

"I know, but I always feel tired. Remember this treatment of mine is all about my tiredness?"

"I can't hear you, Big Brother. The music. Can you come in?"

So Alan opened the door and walked in. He was greeted by the sight of his sister in her cheerleader outfit, practicing her cheerleading routine to the beat of a funky song by James Brown. He thought, Holy Cow, more sexiness! If I hadn't gotten refreshed from that shower, I think I'd just pass out trying to wrap my head around so much sexiness in one house. 

He pulled up a chair and sat down not far from the door, and asked, "Sis, what are you doing practicing your routines at ten o'clock at night? Isn't that kind of unusual?"

She spoke as she continued to dance, "Have you noticed how hot the weather is lately? And we must be the richest people in town to not have an air conditioner. So it's cooler to do it later in the evening. Even now I'm burning up with sweat. But hey, since you're here, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure. Shoot."

"Can you watch my routine and give me some feedback?"

"That's all? Sure. ... What do I have to look for? You've never asked me to do this before so I don't know what you need. In fact, if I remember you didn't even want me to go to the games when you were cheering."

"That was then, this is now. Since mom's trying to shake off her fuddy duddy ways, I am too."

"Cool. So what do I do?"

"Just look for mistakes. If you don't notice it, then it isn't much of a mistake. And watch for general demeanor, rhythm, and enthusiasm."

"Okay. Sounds easy."

So Alan sat and watched his sister do her routines. She put her all into it and tried to show herself off as sexily as she possibly could. Once she got going, she was disappointed that she didn't have the courage to take her bra and panties off before luring him in. 

But shortly after she started, Susan stopped by, knocked on the door, and said through it, "Angel, please turn that racket down. I'm going to go to bed now." Susan's bedroom was just down the hall.

But Katherine wouldn't be stopped so easily. She got Alan to relocate with her to the basement, where she could continue dancing to the music without bothering her mother.

"This is actually a better place to practice in," she said as she plugged in a ghetto blaster. "More room to move around. But it's so stuffy in here. So hot. Do you mind if I get down to just wearing my underwear?"

Alan noticed it was more hot and stuffy. The walls were made of thick concrete which meant that when they heated up during the day, they took a long time to cool down at night. "Um, okay," he said uncertainly. "But do you think it's really... I mean... Do you think Mom..." He was having a hard time expressing his concern directly, which was, Is this an appropriate activity between siblings? 

But Katherine got the gist and said, "Alan, if you're thinking something isn't appropriate about this, remember that I'm supposed to help you get aroused, right? So no problem. I made the suggestion partly so I could do my share with the 'sexing things up' plan. I'm sure this doesn't compare to the stuff Suzanne has shown you lately, and anyways it's just the same as wearing a bikini." She paused, and frowned. "You don't want my help?"

"No, that's not it. I totally appreciate your help. I was just asking what Mom would think about it, is all."

"Don't worry about that. Mom and Aunt Suzy sat me down and filled me in on the whole sexing things up plan. I'm supposed to help with the visual stimulation part."

That sounded harmless enough, so Alan sat back to watch. While his penis was down for the count for a while, he was eager to see more how she really looked like. He'd never even seen her in a true bikini before, since she always dressed so conservatively. 

Katherine started doing her routines again. But she danced around even sexier now, and really put on a show for her brother. It wasn't just that she was only dancing in her underwear, she put true passion into it. She stood mere feet from him, and constantly stared into his eyes. 

Alan thought, Shit, it's like a strip show with pom-poms! She's really good, too. She moves so gracefully. No wonder she got on the varsity squad. 

Dancing in her undies was as far as Katherine thought she might go. But she got so worked up showing herself off for her brother that she didn't want to stop there. She decided she wanted to get completely naked or have Alan take off some of his clothes. What she wanted most of all was to bring Alan to an orgasm one way or another. But she was too shy to move things any further. Then an idea occurred to her.

She announced her practice was done, and got some feedback from Alan. 

He was polite and gave her some nice compliments. He then made to go. however, he noticed that she was staying, and didn't even turn the music off. "Hey Little Sis, aren't you going to bed now?" he asked as he headed towards the stairs.

"No, I'm not done, Big Bro. I've still got some routines to do that I'm too shy to do in front of you. They're kind of extra sexy."

"Oh. Okay. Good night. And a great job dancing. You're really good." 

"Thanks!"

He walked up the stairs. 

But on his way out, he realized that the stairs were completely dark and they were the perfect place to spy on his sister. 

He didn't realize that she was trying to get him to spy on her, and once again he fell into her trap. Curiosity naturally got the best of him, and he decided to stay at the top of the stairs for another minute, explaining to himself, I have to see what routines are so sexy that she couldn't even show them to me. I thought the ones she just did were as sexy as it could possibly get. I know all the routines the cheerleading squad does in public, so what else is there? 

Katherine was extremely nervous. Alan was barely out of the room when she said out loud, "God, it's so hot!" and took off her bra. I can't believe I'm doing this! What's gotten into me? This isn't right. But even as she thought these things, her hands pulled down her panties as if her hands were controlled by someone else.

Then she began doing her cheerleading routine completely nude. 

Alan still lingered at the top of the stairs, looking down from the darkness. He was worried she might see him, so he bent down and kept his head just barely peering over a railing. He figured that if she did look his way he could duck down and get out of the area completely within seconds. 

He got involved watching her. There really were no extra sexy routines, as she'd done them all for him earlier. But the fact that his sister was naked made him forget all about judging how sexy the moves were. All her moves were all beyond arousing, now.

Katherine did her naked routines facing away from the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't scare him off, if he was in fact there at all. She was dying to know if he was watching, but had no way of knowing. 

God, I feel like a total idiot, she thought. No way would I do this if I didn't think he was watching -- my boobs bounce around far too much. 

But why do I want him to watch? If he's watching me, won't he think I'm some kind of slut? I'm totally ruining my reputation. What the hell? Am I crazy? My God - what if he tells his friends about this? No, he would never do that. But I feel so hot, just thinking that he might be watching me and getting turned on looking at me. Maybe he's even masturbating on the stairs, as he looks down at me. That would be pretty cool!

Katherine's thoughts were spot on, because after a few minutes of watching his sweaty and naked sister gyrate lewdly with her pom-poms, Alan unzipped his shorts and began stroking his meat. 

I shouldn't be doing this looking at my sister, he thought guiltily. But how on Earth can I pass up this opportunity? I know: what if I just pretend she's someone else? I mostly can't see her face since her back is turned. What if I pretend she's one of the other cheerleaders, like Amy?

But it was the fact that it was his sister and not some other cheerleader that gave his feelings a special intensity, and on some deeper level he realized that. His effort to pretend she was someone else was a flop. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop watching, even though he knew he should stop.

As she got over the shock of being naked, she started to do her routines more enthusiastically. Knowing where Alan had to be if he was watching, she made her moves conscious of what she'd be showing in that direction. In particular, she focused on routines where she could bend way over and show him her butt, or spread her legs. She did the splits frequently, from front and back. And just about every routine had her jumping around, her tits bouncing wildly. In fact, they bounced around so much that she vowed this would be the first and last time she ever did her routines in the nude. 

Soon Alan really had to cum, and didn't know what to do about it, as he didn't have his usual tissues or cloth to shoot into. He was desperate though to do something fast, and decided to go into his T-shirt as a last resort. But before he actually shot his wad, he heard his mother shouting. "Tiger? Angel? Where are you kids? Don't you want to go to bed?"

Alan immediately hopped up, stuffed his erect penis back into his shorts, and scurried back up the rest of the stairs to the ground floor, and then up more stairs to the second floor. Once he was closer to her room, he said to her, "I was just downstairs. Sis is down there too, but she'll be coming up shortly, I think."

Katherine didn't hear all of that, but she could also hear what Susan was shouting. From that she knew that Alan wasn't in his room, or even upstairs at all. My God! He was down here, watching me! He had to have been! No way!




Six Times a Day Pt. 04



She fell to the floor and began furiously fingering her pussy. This is so wrong. So very wrong. ... God is going to punish me for this...

CHAPTER 6 (Thursday, Oct. 10)

The next morning, Suzanne thought, It's time for a serious talk with Susan. She's been falling back into her prudish ways as a way to deal with her unfamiliar urges. I'll soothe her feelings about all these changes, and push her further into incest at the same time, heh-heh. 

She looked at her best friend dressed only in black spandex exercise clothes. The two of them were finishing off their morning exercises, which they did most every day in the basement of Susan's house (the same room where Katherine did her naked cheerleader routine the night before). There was practically enough exercise equipment there to fill a professional gym. 

With a lot of free time on their hands, Susan and Suzanne worked diligently to keep their bodies in peak condition. And they worked out in private because they were tired of all the gawking (from both men and women) at their perfect bodies whenever one or both of them went to a public gym.

Suzanne was as surprised as everyone else at the changes that Susan was undergoing, and pinched herself in glee. Susan always had a certain uptight vibe to her, but lately she'd seemed very carefree and happy. True, Susan was all over the place with her feelings, one moment lost in an obvious sexual fantasy and the next going on about sin and the fires of Hell. But overall, now that Suzanne was convinced that Susan had incestuous feelings for her son, she was surprised that Susan wasn't more visibly wracked with guilt and torn by indecision. 

She must be deceiving herself, Suzanne finally decided. She's experiencing all the joy of sexual liberation and fantasy but hasn't actually given any serious thought to potential real life consequences. Maybe that's because she doesn't fully admit that she has feelings for Alan or that he has feelings for her. She's going to be in for a real surprise soon when she has to fully admit her feelings and motives.

Suzanne found herself torn about the idea of Susan and Alan getting physical together. On the one hand, she wanted Alan all to herself. Divorcing her husband and marrying Alan instead was a constant fantasy of hers, even as she realized the odds of Alan marrying a woman twenty one years older than him were slim. But on the other hand, she was also very turned on by the idea of Susan getting it on with her son. And she felt she was doing Susan a big favor by sexually liberating her. 

Suzanne looked at her friend on the adjacent exercise machine, stretching her legs out and then pulling them close to her chest, over and over again. It was a piston-like movement, just like fucking.

Susan's like me, she just doesn't know it. She can deny it and push away all of the countless guys who try to get in her pants, but that doesn't erase the fact that her body is built for one thing. Fucking. Just like mine. At least I recognize it, and don't limit myself to that tiny prick my husband's got. Of course she's always covered up like a Saudi woman in a burka because the number of suitors after her would stretch down the street and she doesn't want their attention. Such a waste of a body like that. 

It's too bad she got married barely out of high school and never had any chance to play the field. But it's not too late for her. We may just end up best friends AND lovers. Wouldn't that be sweet? And sharing Alan between us? I just have to play my cards right.

Actually, I'm not sure if I really have to do much pushing at all, now the wheels are in motion. Katherine, for instance, seems to be progressing fine without my meddling. This six times a day scheme is such a powerful setup. Susan and Katherine can do all kinds of incestuous things with Alan and still convince themselves that it's all for the good of his treatment. Hopefully it's just a matter of time before the two of them knuckle under. Even more hopefully, my own knuckles will be involved, heh-heh! No father at home, everyone walking around nearly naked, no other sexual outlets... They're both ripe fruits ready for the picking.

And speaking of fruits, they're both so sexually repressed that the taste of forbidden fruit is all the sweeter for them. It's irresistible. Alan's a good kid who normally wouldn't think any nasty thoughts at all. But when a beautiful - no, make that gorgeous - woman throws herself at you, what boy his age would resist that? Nobody. And if several throw themselves at you, there's no way can he say no. The fact is, rich people like us fuck whomever we want. I just have to push things a bit here and there to make sure it happens. The Plummer family orgy! Yes!

The only problem was, Suzanne felt bad lying to Susan and keeping her real intentions hidden. Suzanne tried not to think about it, but the guilt really bothered her. She was a natural schemer, but over the years she'd come to trust Susan with everything. It was like Susan was the conscience Suzanne sometimes lacked. 

But now she was essentially cheating on her own conscience. She tried to tell herself that she was doing it for Susan's own good, but the fact was she knew deep down that she'd do it even if Susan didn't benefit, just to get Alan. As long as she didn't out and out hurt her friends , she would be relentless in her pursuit to win him. Her life was boring and in a rut with no end in sight until she fell in love with him, and now all her future hopes depended on him.

Suzanne spoke aloud, "Susan! I'm all done here. Are you?"

"Yeah. That was really invigorating." Both of them wiped sweat off themselves with towels, and began stretch down exercises.

"Susan, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, shoot."

"Have you masturbated since the appointment with Akami?"

"Hey! That's a VERY personal question!" Susan suddenly stopped her stretching. "And by the way, the answer is no!"

"I think you have," Suzanne said boldly. "It's no big deal. I've already proved to you that female masturbation is no sin. We all do it. Its just some people are willing to admit it, and some can't." Suzanne was nearly certain of the answer based on her snooping and hearing all the telltale sounds coming from Susan's bedroom on more than one occasion.

Susan thought about the fact that she'd never masturbated until the day before yesterday, during the doctor's appointment with Akami. She was so sheltered that she was almost an adult when she first learned women could even do that sort of thing. Since the time with Akami she'd been making up for lost time, masturbating five times since then. She'd even masturbated herself to sleep. The only thing was that she called it taking a breast exam and she restricted herself to touching her breasts and not her pussy. But her nipples were so sensitive and her thoughts and fantasies about Alan were so arousing that she was able to climax each time just the same.

She'd managed to swear off any masturbation so far since waking up that morning, but even while she was exercising she'd already been thinking that another "breast exam" might be in order very soon.

Susan realized the breast exam distinction would never fly with Suzanne. For one thing, Suzanne would ask why Susan needed to perform a monthly exam four times in a single day. So, with her head hung down, she admitted, "Well, okay, so what if I do? Though I'll have you know I only touch my breasts and not any further down. But what business is it of yours, anyway? It's a very private and personal thing!"

"I'm just curious what you've been thinking about lately when you're masturbating, that's all."

"SuzaaaAAAaane! No WAY! That's way too personal!" She blushed profusely and closed her eyes in shame as she recalled some of her recent sinful thoughts involving Alan.

Last night was the worst. After I saw Alan sitting naked in his room with Suzanne right there on her knees in front of him, I nearly lost my mind! I wanted that to be me so badly. "Look, Son. Look at Mommy's titties. They're just as nice as Aunt Suzy's, and just as big too. You want to play with them? Why don't you play with them while Mommy holds your erection? Oh yeah! Mommy likes to hold this meaty rod so very much. Will you let Mommy stroke it for you? If you let Mommy stroke it, you can play with her boobies any time you like. Squeeze the nipples just a little more, Tiger! Oh yes! Mommy's stroking faster and faster! 

Uh-oh. I'm doing it again. My head is filled with nothing but these filthy thoughts! I hope it wasn't obvious I was spacing out there.

It was obvious; Suzanne saw Susan's eyes glaze over. But she was diplomatic enough not to mention anything. 

Both of them moved to sit down and drink some water left out on a nearby counter.

"I'm sorry for asking," Suzanne said contritely. "It's just that... I'm sure these last couple of weeks have been very trying for you, ever since Alan began his treatment. After hearing about what happened at the appointment with Akami, it sounds like you were put in a very difficult position."

Susan turned a deeper shade of red. She had no way to respond to that. The use of the phrase "difficult position" made her think of her position on the floor of the medical office bathroom frigging herself, and only increased her shame. She felt like she would die of embarrassment.

"Don't worry," Suzanne pressed on, "I think you've been performing brilliantly in a very difficult situation. Normally, no mother ever gets put in the kind of situation that you've been forced into. I mean, I know you would NEVER want to do anything incestuous with your son."

"Never!" said Susan, with a wild desperation in her voice.

"I know, I know. Relax. You're just helping him with his medical problem. That's all."

Susan seemed overcome with emotion and needed to compose herself. 

Suzanne had some errands to run anyway, so they agreed to meet later by the backyard pool and continue their conversation then.

CHAPTER 7

Susan and Suzanne got back together a couple of hours later. They lay on lawn chairs by the pool in the early afternoon. Susan wore a brand new two-piece bikini, a new gift from Suzanne. It was the first true bikini she'd owned. It had a relatively conservative cut, almost like a sports bra, but it was a drastic change from her older one-piece suit that seemed intentionally designed to hide all of her charms. 

Suzanne also had a bikini, but she only put the bottoms on. 

Susan was duly shocked about that, but Suzanne managed to convince her into thinking it wasn't a big deal. She explained, "Look, Alan needs to cum six times a day, every single day. Who knows how many weeks or months it'll take before he gets better. His treatment may well go on indefinitely. I'm going to have to get very used to being naked and especially topless around him on a daily basis. So I need to get accustomed to it myself first."

After Susan got over that initial shock, Suzanne slid her bikini bottom down as far as decency would allow, right up to the edge of her bush.

Suzanne in particular covered her alabaster skin with the strongest suntan lotion she could find. She wasn't interested in getting a tan - she only wanted to talk to Susan while they were both nearly naked.

Eventually Suzanne got around again to the earlier conversation. "Like I was saying downstairs, you've been doing well, considering everything. But still, you're forced to cope with his penis. Thinking about it, being close to it, even touching it. That can be very trying."

"Yes," said Susan, now in a drained tone. "So very trying. You understand just how I feel."

"We've established that it's not a sin for you to give him a handjob, in fact, you'd be helping to save him from sin. I'll do what I can, but I can't be there to help even close to six times a day. In fact, you said that Akami specified that YOU are the one who'll have to perform the abnormality checks. But you have trouble accepting that helping him out would not be wrong. So how do you expect to do the checks?"

Susan thought about that for some moments. Then she asked, "Tell me, is your vision really that bad? I still haven't seen you wear reading glasses."

"We went over this yesterday." Suzanne lied, "My vision is good enough for most things, but it's not twenty-twenty. Polyps and abrasions on his penis can be very small. They can start out no bigger than a pimple. I might do an okay job, but you'll do an excellent job. Don't you want what's best for your son? What if I miss something that you would have caught? Would you ever forgive yourself for that?"

"No, I guess not," Susan conceded glumly.

Suzanne continued, "So here's what I recommend. You have to make a mental separation between Alan and his penis. Think of the penis in the abstract. It could be anyone's penis. Your husband's penis, for instance. Think about the penis as a purely physical thing, as a medical thing. The fact that it's attached to Alan is just a side issue. Just like your teeth have to be brushed every day, Alan's penis is something that needs to reach orgasm every day, six times every single day. If no one else can help, then it's the duty of people like you and me to massage it or suck it so it can achieve release, and Alan can be fully healthy."

"Are you saying... I should put my mouth on my son's ... private organ?" Susan had a dazed look on her face, still too prim to even use the word "penis." She even managed to avoid saying the word "suck."

"That's your problem! Don't think of it as your son's penis. Just think of it as a penis in the abstract. Put a different face to it. Put your husband's face to it, if that helps." 

"But sucking on it! That's so improper!"

"Well, you don't have to if you don't want to. It all depends on how much you're willing to help him. You could limit yourself to the abnormality checks once a week, if that's all you can manage. But in any case, draw a mental line between helping your son and incest. They're completely different. Incest is having intercourse. That's a totally different thing. As long as you don't get emotionally or even romantically tied up in it, there's no harm in just providing some relief for him. Even nurse Akami said so. Think of when you go to a professional masseuse. You have a strange person put their hands all over you, and touch you in sexual places, like the ass. But that's okay, because it's not done in the spirit of sexuality. It's done for the purpose of getting the muscles to relax. If Alan gave you a massage and ran his hands all over your naked breasts and ass, would that be incest?"

"No?" Susan answered uncertainly. She was in danger of slipping into a daydream as she thought how wonderful such a massage could be. 

"No!" Suzanne said with conviction. "Of course not. It's only a massage. Remember, incest is just intercourse."

"Incest is just intercourse..." Susan repeated in a daze, like someone being brainwashed.

"So that's how I think of it, anyway," continued Suzanne. "You know that I'm also very close to Alan. He's like family to me, too. Since he's not your natural son, how different are our situations, really? But I've decided that I would be remiss as his friend if I don't give him a handjob or blowjob whenever he needs one. You know that yesterday I gave him a handjob. And starting today, I'm going to give him a blowjob, if I can have your permission." 

"A blowjob?! But why? Isn't a handjob enough? Is there no end to the depravity?"

Suzanne sat up and looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. She often gave that look to express impatience with people.

Thanks to Suzanne's movement, Susan added, "And could you please put your top back on? It's distracting!"

Suzanne let out a disappointed sigh. "Susan, first of all, I explained to you why I need to go topless. I have to get into practice being naked. But please, let's not hear things like 'Is there no end to the depravity.' How many times do I have to explain that what we're doing is not immoral?"

Susan complained, "A blowjob in and of itself is immoral. In our church back in Kansas, the preacher told us that the only allowable sexual position is missionary position. Ron tried to make me do the doggy-back position, but I put my foot down. And oral sex wasn't even up for discussion. No siree!" She firmly shook her head no. 

"Susan, you're having some kind of bad prudish flashback. Those days are over, okay? And by the way, it's doggy-style. Alan has a serious medical problem and you're still living in the last century. If you're too stubborn and repressed to change your ways on oral sex, that's your problem. But are you saying I shouldn't either? Are you saying I should just let him suffer until he develops some abnormality on his penis from all the self-abuse? Or gives up with the treatment? You heard what the doctor said he needs. He still has no girlfriend - I have to help him out! You should too."

Susan was petulant. "I don't see what the difference is. If you have to use your hands, then so be it. But why the mouth? That's so much more vulgar."

"Six times a day is just so often, Susan. With nothing but hands, hands, hands, his penis is going to suffer chafing and all kinds of problems. Variety is what's needed. And he'll get bored. It's like having vanilla ice cream six times a day. Anyone would get bored with that before long. I'll probably do other things too, just to help with the variety." 

"Like what?"

"Probably a titfuck. That's where you repeatedly slide the big erection between your breasts. You put some lotion or oil there first and it's even less chafing than using the mouth."

"I don't know. That just seems so..."

"Improper. I know. But desperate times require desperate measures. Would you throw yourself in front of a train to save your son's life?"

"You know I would!"

"So you'd do that, but you wouldn't let me put his penis in my mouth to help him out? Susan, your mind is all in a muddle. You need to see the forest for the trees here."

Susan just sat quietly, taking all of it in. 

So Suzanne continued, "That's why I was asking you what you masturbate about. It's not so much the deed as the context. It's okay to have a little fun, get a little pleasure from helping him out even, as long as one keeps things in perspective. Why not? It sounds like the nurse was enjoying herself. But if you or I start thinking about Alan in a romantic way, then that's what's unhealthy. Then people can lose control and cross boundaries that shouldn't be crossed. For instance, kissing is a romantic thing. There's no need for that in helping him with his problem. When you fantasize about him, do you think about him in romantic terms?"

"No. Of course not." Only after she said this did she realize what she was admitting to fantasizing about in the process.

"See? So what's the problem? It's just a penis, another part of the body like an elbow or forehead. Just think of it as a penis in the abstract. There's no sin, there's no harm, and if you have a little fun in the process, that's all the better. This is just a temporary thing, as long as the nurse says it's necessary. Probably, a year from now we'll be looking back on this and laughing with fond memory." 

"I guess. ... I still have a lot of reservations about this, but ultimately I trust you more than I even trust myself. If you think it's really necessary for Alan to have these blowjobs, then I give you permission to do them. But please don't expect me to do them. Is that clear? I can't imagine anything more repugnant then to put one of those things in my mouth. Ugh!"

"Okay, fine. And thank you. But you will still help with the abnormality check, won't you?" 

Susan frowned. The problem was, she wanted to do the abnormality check far too much. Even the idea of a blowjob seemed a lot more intriguing to her than she was letting on. She feared she could fall down a slippery slope. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 05



At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

CHAPTER 1 (Sunday, Oct. 13)

Susan was feeling naughty. She woke up with her son and his erection on her mind. A part of her wanted to just lay in bed all day fantasizing, but her strong work ethic wouldn't allow her to do that. She thought, It's strange. These last couple of days, whenever I think about sliding my hands all over Alan's big erection I get filled with the urge to do nice things for him. Huh. Well, I don't know why, but I think I'll feel a lot better if I cook waffles with strawberries. And cinnamon toast. too. He loves that.  

So she got up and hurried downstairs earlier than usual because the things she planned to cook took longer than usual. It was eight o'clock and she figured she needed to have the food ready by nine, so they all would be able to get to church by the start of service at ten.

As she stood there cooking she thought, I can hardly wait until Tiger comes downstairs. I have a full day of visual stimulation and sexing things up to look forward to, hee hee! I'm sure he's going to love this shirt I'm wearing since it's about ten sizes too large, heh-heh. I can't even keep it on my shoulders when I actually want to. 

The only thing is, it's not fair that Suzanne has all that extra experience. She's such a seductress. And if that isn't bad enough, she's practicing being nude so she can bare her body with ease whenever Tiger needs to get hard. Which I suspect is nearly all the time, heh-heh. Well, two can play that game. Maybe I need a little nudity practice myself.

Because she was cooking she didn't want to expose herself up front, so she took her skirt off. That left her ass bare. It's still early so I should be able to stay like this a little while. But what if Alan DID see me, wouldn't that be a hoot? "Good morning, Tiger! Mommy's going to give you your favorite breakfast and your favorite ass. Come over here and feel it, you know you want to. Put your hand on my ass cheeks, just like that. ... Oh! Tiger! I didn't say you could take off my top and my apron too! You naughty boy! ... But since you insist, yes, you can play with Mommy's boobies too. Oh Tiger! What are you DOING?! What is that hot long thing sliding up and down my ass crack? You're so aggressive today! Now what are you doing?! Don't put that big thing in my mouth, it'll never fit! Oh TIGER!" 

Tee hee hee. I'm so naughty.

She practically danced around the kitchen, she was so fired up by her semi-nudity. But time flies when you're having fun and Susan got so caught up in what she was doing, not to mention all her happy daydreams, that she lost track of time.

So Alan was quite surprised when he came downstairs and walked into the kitchen to say good morning. "Mom! Whoa! You're uh, you're not wearing any... Well, your ass. I can see it!" 

Susan had been standing in front of the stove, working on the waffles. She froze. Then, without turning, she brought both hands to her ass cheeks, trying to cover them up. But her ass cheeks were a lot bigger than her hands, so Alan still had a great view, especially of her ass crack and a hint of her pussy between her legs. In fact, in a way she actually showed off more, because putting her hands there caused her shirt to raise up some, showing off all of her ass instead of just the lower half.

Blushing, she said, "Alan?! Tiger! What are you doing up already?"

"What do you mean, Mom? This is the usual time I come down on a Sunday."

"Is it that late already? Oh dear. I'm afraid I lost track. You're not supposed to see me like this! This is so embarrassing!" 

Had it been anyone else protesting, even Amy, Katherine, or Suzanne, Alan would have done the gentlemanly thing and averted his eyes and probably left the room. But this was his knockout mother and his curiosity got the best of him. He lied, "Don't worry, Mom, I'm not looking."

"Thank heavens for that." She withdrew her hands from her backside and went back to cooking bare assed. She thought about changing, but decided the waffles needed immediate tending first. She told herself she'd go and change in a minute or two, when this batch was done. 

Alan was actually disappointed she withdrew her hands, because the way she was clutching herself was extra sexy. It even seemed like she was repeatedly squeezing her ass cheeks a bit, though he wasn't sure if that was his imagination or not. For a few glorious moments as she pulled her hands down to her thighs and then took them away, he was able to see nearly the entireity of her ass before the cloth fell down onto it again.

It looked amazingly soft and tempting to touch. He now understood why people compared asses to peaches so often. It wasn't just that they had similar shapes, but this ass was also lightly fuzzy, making him practically drool with desire just to stroke it.

He had to get a closer view. He walked across the kitchen until he was just a few feet away. Shit! You can see everything! I can even see the pussy hairs from her front side.

He asked, "Mom, can I ask why you were cooking nude, even if Sis and I weren't here?" He didn't want to discourage her, but curiosity won out.

"That IS a good question," Susan said, stalling for time while she tried to figure out what to say. Oh dear! My Tiger is really staring at my ass. It's not just another fantasy of mine this time. How do I explain things? "Son, I was just so practicing being naked to help you cum hard and often, and I got so distracted wondering what it would be like to hold and suck your big member that things kind of got out of hand and I forgot to put my skirt on"? No that's not gonna fly. 

Just listen to myself talk though. I'm so wicked! I've completely lost my way and fallen from the path of righteousness. Thank goodness I'm not a Catholic because I sure wouldn't look forward to my next confession with a priest! 

But THINK, Susan, think! 

Finally, she said, "Well, I, uh, I was doing a load of laundry, and uh, I, er, I realized that my, uh, skirt... My skirt, it was, um, needing to be washed, so I put it in there and, in the washer I mean, and, uh... I was thinking that since I was down here early cooking your favorite breakfast, um, it wouldn't matter. You know, how I was dressed. But I lost track of the time and, well, you can see what happened." 

Unfortunately for Susan, she was as honest as they come and when she lied it came out sounding like the feeble lie that it was. 

"And why aren't you wearing panties, either?" he asked. 

Susan was so ashamed by that question that she wanted to weep. But she held herself together and replied more honestly, "You should know the answer to that. Suzanne, that big meanie, she won't let me! Don't you remember the discussion with Amy, how the four of us Plummer and Pestridge ladies have agreed not to wear any undies to help sex things up? But I didn't expect not to wear undies AND a skirt! It's so... shameful!" 

Alan, not surprisingly, didn't buy her washer explanation, so he went back to that. As he continued to stare at her firm and sexy butt, he pointed out, "But if you put the skirt in the washer, then how is it I don't hear the washer going." He took a couple steps closer and even bent down a little to get a better look at her flawless bubble butt. 

"Oh. Well, uh, the washer is done. And there's a problem with the dryer, you see, so I'm air drying them." She thought, Thank goodness I don't have to look him in the eyes as I tell these blatant falsehoods or I'd never manage to say the words. Now I can add lying to loved ones to my rapidly growing list of sins. Oh dear. When will the madness stop? And to make matters worse, my pussy is getting all wet. What it he sees me dripping?! What will he think of his wicked mother? 

Alan noticed some holes in her explanation, even if one disregarded her shaky and unconvincing voice. For one thing, if the clothes were being air dried than that would mean her skirt wouldn't be ready for hours. There wouldn't have even been time to wash and dry them in the machines before he and Katherine came down. But he decided that any further probing would only further embarrass her. 

So instead he asked, "Oh. Well, what are you cooking then? Did you say you're making my favorite?"

Susan had been on the edge of panic, but with the change of topic it was like a big weight had been lifted from her. She walked a few feet to the sink to wash some fruit, giving Alan a new angle on her butt, not to mention the delicious sight of her ass cheeks moving as she walked. 

On one level of consciousness she answered Alan's question with an explanation about all the things she was cooking. but on another level she was thinking, Oh dear! I dodged a bullet there with my lame lie, but I'm still cooking with a naked ass and Tiger's still right there! In fact, his voice has only grown louder, which means he's been getting closer to me. I can't bear to look, but he must practically be standing right behind me right now! What'll I do? What if he reaches out and starts fondling my posterior? I don't know if I'd be able to resist. I don't know if I WANT to resist! But I must! It doesn't matter what a cutie pie he is, or how well-hung he is, he's still my son! 

Finally, she was forced into action by the sound of Katherine tromping down the stairs. The kitchen was only separated from the dining room by a counter and there was a wide opening from there into the well-traveled living room. But there was also another way out of the kitchen, a hallway leading from it to other rooms in the house on the other side of the central stairwell. 

Susan needed to act quickly. Without even so much as an explanation to Alan, she fled down that hallway before Katherine could come into view. She hid in a lower bathroom until she heard the sound of Alan and Katherine talking, then she ran bare assed coming up the stairs from a different direction and made it all the way back to her bedroom without being seen. She quickly changed and rushed back down to tend her still cooking waffles. 

A part of her was terrified and appalled at what she'd done, but at the same time she'd never felt so alive in years. Even the running around bare assed had been a terrific thrill.

However, after she'd calmed down and her children went upstairs to finish getting ready for church, her guilty feelings took over. She sat at the dining room table, staring out the window, mulling over recent events. What's come over me? I'm turning into the kind of wild and immoral hussy that my mother always warned me about. It was bad enough I took my skirt off and then spaced out until Tiger saw me. But what's even worse is that I didn't mind that much that he was looking at my bare posterior. In fact, I kind of liked it. I got a kind of perverse thrill - and that's certainly the right word, perverse - from knowing that he was staring at my butt. And I don't care if he said his eyes were closed, I KNOW he was looking. I could even hear his breathing growing heavy! God, it was so HOT! I don't know WHAT would have happened if Angel hadn't come down just then. Thank goodness she did. 

This last thought wasn't made with any conviction. She continued in this vein, trying to deny her true feelings, It's all well and good that Katherine and I help provide the visual stimulation. After all, I promised Suzanne I would and there's no sin just dressing with a little sex appeal. But I have to draw the line at no baring of my private parts. Certainly Suzanne would understand my reasons for that. And holding Alan's big fat dick in my hands and stroking and stroking it until his hot cum splashes all over my face and drenches my big tits is right out! I mean, I'm trying to be a helpful mother and all, but I have my limits! 

CHAPTER 2 

Alan often was able to beg off from going to church since he didn't like going, but there was no chance of that today. Susan felt so guilty from her ass exposure that went a little overboard with religious fervor. Alan could tell it would be counterproductive to even ask to stay home.

A somber and puritan mood remained when they got back from church, but it didn't stay that way for long. 

Suzanne came over to the Plummer house shortly after lunch. She wore a top that left her midriff exposed. She was eager for more fun with Alan. However, he was taking a nap already and Katherine had gone out. 

Susan was in a bad mood and complained, "Suzanne, you call that a shirt? That's more of a bikini top than a shirt, in my book. You can go traipsing around like so kind of shameless hussy in your own house, but please don't do it in mine!" 

Suzanne put two and two together. She didn't know what had happened before church, but she figured at the very least church could bring on a new burst of moral righteousness. So she said, "Susan, please don't be that way with me. I'm your best friend, okay? Now tell me, what's got you all worked up?"

It took a while, but eventually Susan spilled all the details of how she'd been caught cooking bare assed. In telling the story, Susan found herself getting sexually worked up again as she recalled how she trembled with excitement, half-expecting Alan to reach forward and fondle her ass cheeks at any moment. 

Suzanne didn't have to do much to put Susan back in a sexy mood, thanks to the story telling, but just to make sure Susan didn't slide back, she said, "Susan, I agree with what you said, that walking around with a bare butt is going too far. What we need to do is find just the right kind of outfits that will excite Alan and help his condition but at the same time preserve your modesty."

So Suzanne brought another big pile of her clothes over and the two of them went to Susan's bedroom and played dress up for a couple of hours. Susan grew increasingly giddy as time went on. Suzanne constantly goaded her on with comments like, "Alan will love that dress," or, "He'll totally flip for that one." 

After a while, when she knew Susan was really worked up, she said more provocative things like, "Oh, Alan will definitely blow his load when he takes one look at you in that," or, "Watch out, if you wear that in front of Alan that big erection of his will split his shorts right in two."

When they were all done, Susan came out of her bedroom dressed in one of the sexiest combinations they'd tried on. She wore a top Suzanne had specially prepared for her. It was a skin-tight, thin, and white tank top. She also wore short jeans shorts that were most noticeable in how they hung low down her hips. The button to unfasten them was only an inch or two above the top of her pussy. 

Susan immediately set off to find her son and see if he and his penis liked her outfit as much as she hoped he would (though she didn't consciously think of it that way).

After Alan woke up, he'd decided to take a book and go sit by the pool. He was in the middle of rereading The Lord of the Rings, so he took that. He was ready for some more tempting and teasing, and though he was all alone, he figured that the pool area was a good place to see some more skin. He didn't realize just how right and lucky he was. 

Susan came down to where Alan was sitting, with Suzanne in tow behind her. "Tiger? Sorry to bother you, but Suzanne absolutely insisted I have to show this outfit to you. I don't know WHAT she's thinking, but I find it's just easier to play along with her." She was trying to act casual like she didn't care what Alan thought, but her face was deeply blushing and her legs and arms were twitchy and fidgety.

Alan gaped for some long moments while Susan's nervousness grew. She half-expected him to say something like, "Mom! Put some clothes on already, you're embarrassing me!" 

But instead, he said, "Mom! Wow! Whoa! I'm speechless."

Suzanne, still standing behind Susan, felt his words weren't clear enough to put Susan at ease. So she flapped her arms in the air as if trying to scare away a flock of birds, hoping Alan would get the non-verbal message that more compliments were needed.

Alan understood and added, "Mom, you look so great! You know what you are? You're a babe! A total babe! Nobody would believe you're a suburban housewife and not some kind of hard bodied fashion model. Seriously! You should be a lifeguard on 'Baywatch.' Pamela Anderson would be jealous about you."

Susan tingled with pleasure from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She was practically dizzy from all his compliments. "You're just saying that," she protested, hoping he'd say more.

"It's true! Not only that, but you don't know how much this means to me, all the effort you're putting in to help me with the visual stimulation. I know it can't come easy for you to walk around without a bra, your big breasts jiggling and bouncing, your hard nipples clearly visible as they poke through your practically see-through top. I love you even more than before for your big efforts to get me soooo ... daaaang ... hard! Thanks!"

By the time Alan was half way through saying that, Suzanne was waving her arms again and shaking her head no, trying to tell him that he'd gotten too graphic. But he was so transfixed on Susan's lightly bouncing chest that he was oblivious to Suzanne's signals.

Susan looked down at her chest. "Oh dear!" In the dim light of her bedroom she hadn't realized how transparent her top could look when out in the bright sun. It was practically like someone poured water on it and she realized to her horror that her nipples were faintly visible. She covered her chest with both arms. "Tiger! You're not supposed to see that!"

But Alan was on a lust-driven roll. "Why not? Mom, you're a babe and you've got a rack that proves it! God, it would be so sweet to take those puppies in my arms and suckle on those firm, uh, tasty, uh, er, nipples..." 

Alan's words petered out because he finally noticed Suzanne's increasingly desperate arm waving. She made an arresting and jiggly sight of her own as she repeatedly raised her arms over her head, especially since she was dressed in a red bikini, so Alan gaped at her for a bit before finding something intelligent to say. Finally, he concluded, "The point is, Mom, you should be very proud of your body. I'm so proud of you and so touched that you dressed up for me."

Susan had a deer-in-headlights look. She wanted to chastize him for saying inappropriate things, but all she could think about was what it would feel like to have her son firmly grasping her breasts with both hands and pulling on her nipples with his fingers and teeth. She scuttled back into the house in a daze, without even saying a word. 

Once she was safely back in the house, she beamed with pure joy. She kept thinking, "He thinks I'm a babe! 'A total babe!'" She realized her pussy was dripping and rushed to the bathroom to clean up. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 05



Suzanne lingered behind just long enough to say to Alan, "Thumbs up there, Sweetie. I was afraid you laid it on too thick, but I think it worked out in the end." She licked her lips. "And speaking of being touched, some lucky boy right here is going to get touched by his Aunt Suzy very soon."

Alan protested, "I wasn't laying it on thick; I really meant every word."

"I know. You're honest at heart. That's one reason we love you so much. But still, compliments don't hurt. You keep saying nice things to her and mark my words: you'll find your meaty sausage sliding inside her ruby red lips before too long. Tootles!" 

She turned to go, but then stopped and looked back at his crotch. "Oh. And speaking of thick, looks like you got a problem there in your lap. But promise not to take care of it just yet, okay Sweetie? I have some more Mommy fun coming your way." 

She gave him a dainty wave and walked away, leaving him completely floored.

Then the two women stayed inside for a while. Suzanne didn't like to sit in the sun in the middle of the day, owing to her extremely fair skin. But, inspired by Susan's attitude and Alan's relatively suave compliments, she encouraged Susan to go back out in a bikini to serve Alan some milk and homemade cookies. 

Susan never would have imagined wearing a bikini. Only one week before, if she'd been asked about bikinis, she would have said they should be outlawed altogether, but now she could hardly wait to wear one in close proximity to her son.

She went back out to deliver the snack and found herself so flattered by even more compliments from her son that he talked her into staying for a while. She ended up sitting on the lawn chair next to his.

CHAPTER 3

Katherine also came home around the same time, noticed the poolside gathering, and put on a bikini to join in too.

Amy was sitting reading in her room and heard the sounds of laughing by the Plummer pool, which she could easily see from her window. She quickly came down and joined in as well.

Within minutes, Alan had gone from being alone to being surrounded by three voluptuous and scantily-clad women. He figured it was his lucky day but what he didn't fully realize was that the other women were put off by the presence of Amy. While she was practically family (she even called Susan "Aunt Susan" sometimes), the others didn't know how she fit in when it came to sexual situations.

However, Alan's hopes for something erotic happening weren't completely dashed. 

Amy lay down on her stomach on a towel, with her bikini top undone and laying underneath her. After a few minutes, she sat up and began chatting with Alan. She left her bikini top on the ground, leaving her topless.

"Hey!" cried Susan. "Amy, you've forgotten your bikini top. And in front of Alan, no less! Please cover up immediately!"

Amy stood up and reluctantly put her hands over her breasts. But she said, "No, Susan, I haven't forgotten it. I'm sorry if I did something wrong, but I thought it was okay if we expose ourselves in front of Alan. I thought we were supposed to dress sexily and not wear underwear and stuff. Isn't that what you said last night? Isn't that a good thing?"

Susan was flummoxed. "Well, yes, but to a certain degree. No one asked you to run around topless!"

"No one has to ask me. I think it's fun! Am I not allowed to go topless if I want to? Isn't it a pretty common thing to do around pools?"

Susan was even more flustered trying to respond to that. "Uh, yeah, I guess it is. And since I'm not your mother, I guess I can't tell you not to. But I do disapprove. It's so improper."

Amy, completely ignoring the disapproval, said, "Yeay! Thanks a lot, Susan! You're such a cool mom. It's so much more fun over here than at MY house." She stuck her tongue out at Suzanne in playful defiance. "I'm going to jump in the pool." She took her hands off of her chest and dived into the water.

Susan said to Katherine in a disapproving voice, "That Amy. She seems so free about taking her clothes off. Thank goodness Angel that you'd never ask me if you could go topless."

Katherine opened her mouth and then closed it in frustration. Inspired by Amy, she in fact was just about to ask that very thing, but felt like she couldn't now. 

Susan was still mostly clueless on how Katherine had changed her ways. She would have flipped her lid if she had known about Katherine's pool escapade from the day before. Susan's sexual attitude was very much in confusion at the moment, which meant that she was confused and inconsistent in dealing with Katherine too.

Katherine was still deciding what to do when Alan said, "Thanks, Mom, for being so cool about Amy and all. I think I'm going to jump in the pool too." He dived in, angling to get closer to Amy's generous orbs. 

Katherine didn't want to be left out, and dived in after both of them. 

Soon the three teenagers were splashing each other and having fun. They began playing water games that none of them had played for years. For instance, they played Marco Polo, where one person had to keep their eyes closed and try to find another person. 

Susan felt a childish desire to join in. Deep down she felt like she was still a kid at heart. But she decided it would be unseemly for a parent to play such a game and went back to reading a book.

Amy didn't engage in any hanky panky in their water games, but Katherine certainly did. With Susan not looking, she took every opportunity to touch Alan that she could get away with. This mostly happened when Amy had her eyes closed in their games. Katherine would peek out when her eyes were supposed to be closed, and zoom in on Alan's body, "accidentally" rubbing her body all over his. She grabbed his erection through his shorts several times. 

At one point, she grabbed his erection through his suit and held onto it briefly as if she was trying to figure out what the big thing between his legs was. She gasped in horror, eyes wide open in shock and blushing profusely. Then she "realized" she was still holding it, and blushed even further as she finally let go of it like it was a hot potato. 

This happened several times. 

Alan enjoyed this game even if he couldn't really figure his sister out. He was remarkably slow on the sexual uptake from having no prior experience in anything. At first, he thought such grabs really were accidents, since they were playing very physical games with a lot of touching and grabbing, but it happened so often that he finally started to wise up. However, he also was too shy to see what would happen if he reciprocated, especially since he never knew if Susan and/or Amy might see what he was doing. 

He really wanted to try something, but he kept chickening out. After a while, he thought, This sucks. I need someone like Suzanne to take the situation in hand, so to speak. 

Katherine was irked that he didn't fondle her tits a single time, even though she rubbed them up against his chest a number of times. She thought, Sheesh! How much more obvious do I have to get? Whatever hesitancy and guilt she'd had in the wake of exposing herself to him at the pool the day before was long gone, swept away in all the excitement of flirting and touching.

Finally the three of them grew tired and went back to lying in the sun. Alan thought that he'd get his chance to apply lotion, and suggested, "Does anyone need any more suntan lotion?" 

But Amy happily said, "No thanks! I put some on earlier and it's water proof. isn't that cool?"

Alan didn't find it so cool. 

Katherine had used the same lotion, so even though she wanted Alan to put some on her, she figured she'd get called on it. 

But she figured she could at least do her part in providing some more "visual stimulation." She decided to have her revenge at her mother's no topless rule by lying face down and undoing her bikini top, just as Amy had done earlier. But she went one step further and undid her bikini bottom as well, since it was the kind that could be untied. She initially left it in place, but slowly let it slip open across her butt. 

Alan certainly didn't fail to notice what she was showing, and especially stared intently at her ass. Her body shone alluringly from all the suntan lotion. His erection showed no sign of subsiding. 

Amy noticed that Katherine's bikini bottom was coming off, but saw nothing wrong with it. In fact, after some minutes, she decided she would follow suit. She stood up and began taking her bikini bottom off as well.

That finally drew Susan's attention from the book she'd been reading. She looked over and saw Amy with her bikini bottoms below her knees, and exclaimed, "Amy! For the love of God! What are you doing?! Stop that right now!" 

Amy had managed to completely remove the bikini bottom while Susan was complaining. She stood there dumbly holding it in her hand, while Alan drank up her nakedness eagerly. "M'kay," she finally said in a defeated voice. She bent over and she began to stick her foot back through it. 

Alan was loving life because Amy's naked butt was wiggling just a few feet from where he was sitting as she had a lot of trouble putting it back on. Since he was wearing dark glasses, he could stare right the good view he had of her pussy between her legs, and no one was the wiser.

"Sorry Susan," said Amy as she still struggled to get dressed with her bikini bottoms down around her ankles. "I was just thinking that Katherine had a good idea, and I wanted an all over tan too." 

Susan gasped. "Amy! Don't let Alan see your you-know-what!"

"No, what?"

"You know, the private place between your legs."

"My asshole?" Amy was staying frozen in place until Susan explained herself.

Susan grew painfully embarrassed and found her nipples were rock hard. "No, your other, uh, hole, er, down there."

"You mean my cunnie? My cunt?" Amy helpfully ran a hand up her thigh towards her pussy lips. 

"Amy! Such language!"

"Well, what's wrong with showing him that? After all, Katherine is too, pretty much."

Susan looked at Katherine and saw her daughter's bikini bottom covering little more than part of her ass crack. She cried in horror, "Katherine, what are you doing?!" 

"What? What's wrong?" Katherine asked in mock cluelessness. "I just undid the bottoms 'cos I'm trying to get rid of my tan lines." She purposely sat up and turned around to look directly at her mother as she spoke. This left her bikini top on the ground, and the bikini bottom fell all the way off as well.

"Angel! You're completely naked!' Susan nearly yelled. "Put something on right away!" She reflexively put her hands over her own chest and looked over at Alan. She could read his excitement in and chided, "Tiger, don't look at your sister like that!"  

Because Alan was wearing sunglasses, she couldn't actually tell where he was looking. But she could guess well enough from the big bulge in his swimsuit. 

Susan found herself getting flushed and agitated as she stared at his bulge a few seconds too long. She was further embarrassed to belatedly realize that Alan knew she'd detected his arousal by checking out his package. 

She tried to backtrack. "Not that I would, uh, know, er, where you're looking, Tiger. And of course I have no way of knowing that you're erect, um, uh, I mean, aroused. That is to say, excited. It wasn't like I was looking at... After all, I'm your mother!" Seeing she was just digging a deeper hole for herself, she turned to Katherine and barked, "Angel, what's gotten into you? Hurry up!"

Katherine was still sitting up, tying one side of her bikini bottoms back together. That left her topless and mostly bottomless too since the other side of the bikini bottoms hadn't be retied yet. She was deliberately taking her time.

Suddenly Amy walked into Susan's view as she came over to help Katherine. "Need any help with that?" she asked sweetly. The only problem was, she was buck naked, having temporarily given up on dressing herself back up.

Susan was really at a loss now. "Amy! No! Please! Go back to where you were and put your own bikini back on, thank you very much. Let Angel take care of herself and faster. For crying out loud, people need to put some clothes on!"

She thought, This is ridiculous. Amy and Katherine are incorrigible. Are they purposely wallowing in depravity, or just trying to test me, or what? I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle here. I might as well just take off my bikini as well. Hrmph! I'm so exposed as it is, what would be the difference? 

Her pussy started to tingle as she warmed to the idea. What if I do just strip? After all, Suzanne says I need to give Alan more visual stimulation. And look: Amy and Angel are both fumbling around and taking forever getting their bikinis back on. I need to defend their virtue. If I were to unleash my big breasts, certainly my Tiger would look my way instead of back and forth at the other two like he was trying to watch a ping pong match. Obviously he's very hard. Very, very stiff. This is the time he needs to whip out his member and "jack off" as Suzanne calls it. Maybe he'd get so inspired seeing me naked that he'd whip it out and stroke it right here in front of me. Er, I mean us. God, that would be SO HOT! Uh, I mean, it would be very, uh, helpful with his, uh, medical treatment. 

Not only that, but Suzanne made the excellent point that it's morally imperative that Tiger should never spill his seed on the ground. If I were to offer him my face and chest, I could save him from sin! In fact, that's another excellent reason for me to take my top off, so he doesn't stain my bikini with his nasty seed! Oh God! Such POTENT and FERTILE seed, coming from that BIG and THICK erection of his! Mommy's just gonna DROWN in a cum bath of love!

But Susan's fantasy of stripping was just, that a fantasy. She never seriously considered the idea. As she looked around and saw Amy and Katherine as they finally finished getting their bikinis back on, she slowly came down from her erotic high.

CHAPTER 4 

Susan felt guilty for her hypocrisy in chastising the girls for getting naked when that's what she secretly wanted to do herself. So she said to Katherine, "Sorry. I guess I overreacted. I forgot they made suits like that. Let me guess - Suzanne just bought that for you." 

Katherine grinned and nodded.

Susan sighed. "That woman. What is she doing to this house? It's okay if you untie your bottoms when you lie down as long as you keep all your vital areas covered. Okay? But be careful when you're sitting up like that, or you'll give Alan a free show."

"All right," Katherine said, immediately lying face down so she could untie her top and bottoms again. "But would that be so bad? I thought we were supposed to get sexier, as you put it. That's why I was wearing a bikini in the first place? Isn't that why you're wearing one too?"

Still more than a little excited, Susan said, "Okay, you got me. I suppose I am wearing a bikini in the hopes that Alan will look at my nearly naked body and feel inspired to shoot a big load. Um, wait! I didn't mean it like that! What I meant to say is-"

Katherine interrupted, "It's okay, Mom. I know what you mean. And Alan thanks you for being such a cool and helpful mom, don't you, Big Brother?"

"Me? Oh yeah, totally. Thanks. All of you."

Amy replied, "No prob. It's totally fun! I love to get naked. Aunt Susan, would you mind if I take my top off again? I promise I'll keep the bottoms on this time."

Susan sighed. "Very well. Since I'm not your mother I guess I can't stop you." 

"Woo-hoo!" Amy whipped the top off immediately. 

Susan continued, "But Katherine, you ARE my daughter. A little bit of visual stimulation is all well and good, but I worry about these bikinis. You know how I've complained about bikinis in the past. I don't know why I listened to Suzanne. She just bought this for me and practically forced me to wear it. Next time I'll wear the one she bought me last week." 

Katherine giggled. "No Mom, I think the suit is great. This one is the kind most people wear. I think you look super sexy. I didn't know I had a total fox for a mom."

Susan lapped up the compliment. She egged her on with the comment, "No, you're just saying that."

"No, really. Don't you agree, Brother? What's especially sexy are your nipples. I've never seen nipples so pokey. They're just about to poke right through your top. You must be thinking about something really sexy!" She giggled some more.

Susan was aghast again and blushed profusely. She stammered, "No, I wasn't... It's just... Alan, don't... It's just that, uh, Alan, don't look at your mother's nipples like that!" 

All this talk had of course turned Alan's attention to his mother's breasts, and especially her very visible nipples. He'd been spending much of his time at the pool staring at them and at the rest of her body from behind his dark glasses, but he was happy for the reminder to admire her very erect nipples.. 

She continued, flustered and wiggling around, "Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed. I wasn't thinking about anything! The fact that Alan is here with his strong chest and big bulge has nothing to do with it! Sometimes nipples just get hard for no reason, just like the private parts of men do."

Susan realized she'd said "big bulge" and couldn't take the embarrassment any more. She finally put one arm over her tits and hid her burning red face in her other hand. 

But that only aroused Alan even further, since her tits were so big that an arm couldn't hope to cover them, and the hand over her face meant he could stare even more blatantly without worrying if she could tell where he was looking. He was definitely on the verge of cumming now just from all the visual stimulation, and he frantically strained all his might to prevent himself from ejaculating in his swimsuit.

Amy suggested, "Susan, why don't you take your top off? I'd like to see those super pokey nipples. We could all get topless. Wouldn't that be fun? Nudity is totally neat-o! And it would be like, visual stimulation for Alan to get better. Right? This visual stimulation stuff you keep talking about is the same as the bet to sex things up, isn't it?"

Susan turned yet a darker shade of red. "It is, but Amy, we'd better not. I think Alan has seen plenty enough of all of us already. Too much, in fact! Don't you agree, Tiger?"

"No, Mom. I'd love to see you topless. I have to agree with Katherine. You ARE a total fox. A stone cold fox. You should be proud of your impressive chest and well built body. I don't know why you've been hiding it for so many years."

She thought to herself, I know it's weird, but can't I feel pride if my son gives me a compliment? I 'm a "total stone cold fox," whatever that means. Hee hee! Now, if only these damned nipples would go down already! 

She made another furtive glance at the bulge in her son's shorts, and then forced herself to turn away. Goodness gracious how I'd love to go topless, but someone here needs to be the responsible one. It's a Sunday afternoon and I'm completely forgetting the teachings of Jesus. Didn't He say something against nudity? He must have. Didn't He? 

So she replied, "No offense, Amy, but proper ladies don't go topless. It is VERY improper. I say no, and that's that. I'm sure that Alan has had more than enough stimulation for at least a couple of nice, um... What I mean to say is, he should be able to reach his target today just fine, the way you two were gallivanting around without your bikinis. Things are getting a little out of hand here, and everyone should just relax." She picked up her book - a Harlequin romance novel - and tried to read it, but found it impossible to concentrate. 

She replaced her usual glasses with prescription sunglasses, and stared at Alan's body from behind the dark lenses. Her nipples didn't go down and in fact she could feel them throbbing. She repeated his words: "Stone cold fox." "Impressive chest." "Well built body." Oh, my son, I know such superficial features don't really matter in the eyes of the Lord, but your compliments make me so happy!




Six Times a Day Pt. 05



CHAPTER 5

That evening, Amy came over to the Plummer house again. She walked into the house, and while Alan watched from across the living room, she took off all of her clothes until she stood totally naked, and then put her shirt and shorts back on. 

Her tank top was white on one side and blue on the other. It was several sizes too large, so it hung upon her loosely. But at the same time the cut was so risqué it did little more than barely cover her tits. If she were to make any sudden movements, a whole boob could easily fall out of the top altogether. As if that wasn't enough, she kept her shorts provocatively unbuttoned, allowing Alan to see the top of her bush.

At Suzanne's insistence, Susan had recently moved a cabinet near the front door so that all the women could take their underwear off and on when coming or going, and leave them in the cabinet. Amy got her own drawer. (Unfortunately for Alan, Susan used the bathroom near the front door whenever dressing in or out of something decent to wear outside the house, and everyone but Amy followed suit.)

Alan was in ecstasy from all the eye candy, but Amy's clothes in particular drove him wild, perhaps because he'd never really seen her dress like that before. Although she was big on nudity, Suzanne had to approve all of her clothing purchases and Suzanne had much more conservative standards for her daughter than she did for herself. 

Alan knew that she was extremely trusting and naïve and would especially believe anything a close friend like he would say. He tried to figure out how he could use that to his advantage so he could not just look, but touch her tempting body as well.

A short while later, Suzanne and Susan left the house for an errand. Katherine was in her room, so Alan ended up with Amy in the living room. He realized it was a great chance to make something happen with her. He still suffered from very low self-esteem when it came to sexual things, but his confidence was rapidly rising thanks to everything that had happened lately. It seemed like he could do no wrong.

Alan walked over to Amy as she was doing her homework and said, "I really like what you're wearing, Amy."

"Thanks!" she said, looking with a big smile. "This morning I cut this shirt up a bit just for you. It used to go all the way down."

"For me? Wow, that's so nice. You know what I like best about the shirt?"

"What's that?" Amy asked, extremely happy because Alan so rarely complimented her looks before.

"I like how it shows off your nipples so well. And they're not even hard."

"They're not? What's not?" Amy said, looking confused.

"Your nipples, silly. You know how they get hard and pointy sometimes? Like Susan today at the pool? You'd look twice as sexy now if they were hard. In fact, would you mind if I touched them to make them stick out a bit more?"

"Touch them?" Amy said, now a bit worried and confused. "I don't know... Looking is one thing. But my mom says I should never let a guy touch me, anywhere."

"Yeah, but she means other guys, not me. You know how she said the other day that you could even walk around naked in front of me and it wouldn't be a problem? And how she said I could be trusted to do anything?"

"Yeah," Amy said, nodding slowly as she thought back. "I guess she did say you could do anything to me or something like that. And I would like to see my nipples get super pokey like Susan's did. That would be fun!"

"Exactly. I'm sure your mom wouldn't mind if I just pinched a nipple a little bit, like this." He reached out with a hand and began playing with one of Amy's nipples through her top.

"Ooh!" said Amy in a near moan. "That makes me feel kinda funny. You sure this is okay?"

"Heck, you're not even naked, and Suzanne said that was okay. But if you're worried she'd mind, why don't we just not tell her? Unless, you want me to stop." He now had hands on both of Amy's nipples, and was making her feel extremely "funny."

"Gosh no! Don't stop. That feels super good!"

"Amy, haven't you even pinched your nipples before?" Alan asked with genuine surprise.

"Yeah, but Mom says I'm not allowed to touch myself in any way that makes me feel too good. She can be a real meanie when she treats me like a little kid. So I'm not sure if she'd approve, 'cos this is making me feel real good. And it feels tons better than I remember, when you're doing it."

Alan was amazed Amy actually obeyed her mother Suzanne about such things. Everyone was told that they shouldn't masturbate, but everyone did it anyway. He said soothingly, "But you see, it's okay, because I'm the one touching them, not you. So it's a kind of a loophole." Both Amy's nipples were now rock hard as he kept working them with his fingers.

"Oh, I see. ... M'kay!" Amy said, now happy with Alan's explanations and unquestioningly trusting him once more.

"You see how much sexier you look with your nipples so hard now?" He finally took his hands off her tits so she could look down at her nipples.

"Yeah. Neat-o!" Amy replied enthusiastically. She took her top off completely to better view her hard nipples, and then wiggled her naked tits around playfully. "Look at 'em!" She bent over and whirled so the centrifugal force would throw her breasts up and out, while her firm round ass pointed the other way. 

That further drove all thoughts of reason out of Alan's brain. He felt uncharacteristically wicked urges arise. It's like she just wants to get fucked, taking her clothes off at the drop of a hat. Hell, all of the women around here are acting like they're aching to get fucked, all of a sudden. Maybe it's time I start taking care of the fucking duties around here, starting right here with Amy!

He didn't notice Amy's brief grin and head shake as his eyes glazed over with intense lust. 

Alan put a hand on a tit and another on her stomach. "Look how fit you are, Amy," he pointed out as he began to rub his hand over her stomach. "I love these kinds of clothes that show off your belly button and stomach, 'cos you've got such a nice body." 

"Thanks! I'll wear more like this, if you like it."

"Oh, definitely. But only in this house, right?" One of Alan's hands was now circling around Amy's back, while the other was cupping the entire flesh of her tit. He periodically pinched and teased her nipple as well.

"Yeah, I wouldn't want any other guy to see me like this, just you..." Amy said, in an increasingly dreamy and absentminded voice.

Alan's hand moved back to her stomach, and then moved further down. He thought to himself, Dang, I don't care if she is innocent Amy, I'm so sexually worked up lately, I just have to fuck somebody! It's way better than having these thoughts about my sister or mother, at least. I'll bet Amy's willing, and damn the consequences!

His thoughts drifted lower, along with his hand. "I really like your shorts, too. How is it they became unbuttoned?" he asked as he reached a hand into the area exposed by the lack of buttoning, and began rubbing around there.

"I thought you'd find that sexy," she said. "I totally want to help out with all the visual stimulation and stuff." 

"Thanks. I do! I do! I find it really sexy when you expose your tits, like you did this afternoon. Your ass is totally amazing too. And I find it even more-" 

She interrupted. "Golly! What's that? That thingy in your pants?" She pointed a finger right at his crotch. His penis was not only straining against the fabric lewdly, but it was actually visibly throbbing through his shorts. 

"Um, Amy, you should know what body part that is. It gets, uh, like that when..."

All of a sudden, Alan stopped what he was saying and froze. He heard the sound of Katherine opening the door of her room. Odds were good she'd come downstairs and see them. Dammit! So close! Frustrated again! He had just put his fingers into the top of Amy's bush. He'd never touched a vagina before, and now it looked like he'd have to wait some more.

"Why don't we finish this later?" Alan suggested as he took his hands off Amy and tried to find a casual sitting position that hid his erection. "I think my sister is coming downstairs, and she gets a little bit jealous when she sees me touch other girls, especially someone as beautiful as you."

"Beautiful? You think I'm beautiful? Oh, Alan! That's superfantabuwonderiffic!" Amy blushed a deep red, but smiled widely.

Alan thought, Arrgh! That episode only made me more sexually frustrated! I never get a chance to be alone with Amy, especially lately. When will I have a chance to pursue her a bit more? And when will I finally get to fuck somebody already?

Katherine walked in and stopped with great surprise, because Amy was still topless. Damn! The competition is getting tougher all the time. I can't afford to fall behind. 

"Hi Amy. Boy, it sure is some heat wave, huh? What a good idea to go topless. Do you mind if I join you?" Katherine began taking off her shirt even before Amy indicated she didn't mind. 

The three of them sat and chatted for a while. They mostly talked about nudity, and all three agreed it was a very good thing. 

With much of the talk about going topless, Katherine had ample opportunity to cup her breasts and heave them up for Alan's inspection. She'd just managed to steer the conversation to the subject of whose breasts were bigger so Alan could test their sizes with his hands when they heard the garage door opening.

Suzanne and Susan had come back from a shopping trip. Both Amy and Katherine put their shirts back on before their parents could see them. 

Alan realized it was actually lucky Katherine came in when she did, or he could have found himself in an extremely compromising situation in front of his mother. Alan, control your urges, he said to himself. You could have totally blown it. Patience! This all is gonna get really good if you're just a little more patient.

CHAPTER 6 

Happily for Alan, Suzanne seemed to sense that Alan was just about to go insane from stimulation, and took him back to his room.

As soon as she closed the door to his room behind her, she started stripping. "Sweetie, whip out that sweet cock meat of yours. Your Aunt Suzy has gone all day without sucking your cock and that needs to change right now!"

Alan laughed. "Sweetness! Aunt Suzy, I love your brazen sexuality and explicit talk. I don't know where I stand with the others, but with you, you know what you want and you just get it. And the others, I don't think any of them have said the word cock, ever!"

She grinned as she stepped out of the last of her clothes. "Well, I don't know about them, but I'm going to take your cock, hold your cock, stroke your cock, and then stick your cock down my throat so I can suck your cock for hours! So don't cock things up or get cocky about it. Cock, cock, cock, cockedy cock! COCK!"

They both laughed. 

Then Suzanne got serious and down to business. She said, "Remember when I said that you'd better get used to the sight of me naked and on my knees, sucking your cock?"

"Yeah? I mean, how could I ever forget that?!"

"Well, here we go." She crawled to him across the room on all fours. She shook her boobs back and forth as she crawled. As she went, she said, "How do you like to see your Aunt Suzy crawl like an animal so she can eat your fuck meat? Does that turn you on? I hope it does, 'cos you're gonna be seeing it a lot from now on!" Then she took him in her mouth and sucked like a vacuum cleaner.

As she licked and sucked, she thought, What's come over me? All this crawling, for one thing. I've NEVER done that kind of thing for any guy in my life! It's not dignified. The problem is, I'm with the man I love for really the first time in my life and I want to wow him so much. I want him to absolutely go ga-ga every time he sees me. But I'm going to have to settle down and keep my dignity. No more of this crawling around, even though it is kind of fun to just go wild.

Similarly to when she sucked him off before, Alan didn't have the self-control to hold out long in the face of such an all-out sexual attack. He tried his best because he really didn't want to let Suzanne down and be a "minute man," but he could no more stop the relentless rush toward orgasmic overload than he could stop a runaway truck barreling towards him with his hands. 

Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. It seemed to be impossibly long, wrapping itself nearly all the way around his erection. He knew that was physically impossible, but it sure seemed that way. And her lips were just as ever present. She could move like lightning, doing the most unexpected things, and then at other times caress his shaft with her tongue and lips in a very romantic and affectionate way.

Sure enough, in only a minute or two, Alan made some loud guttural warning groans and began to shoot off. 

Suzanne didn't back off, but just kept stroking, sucking, and licking, attempting to pleasure him till the last drop came out. She made sure not to have his dick too far in her throat though so it wouldn't go straight down her gullet without her being able to taste it. 

When it was all over, Alan sat back and looked down at Suzanne. His chest rose and fell as he recovered his breathing. 

Suzanne looked up. "What is it? Alan baby, you look sad. Don't tell me I did a bad job, 'cos I know I didn't. I'd think you'd be ecstatic."

"Well, I am. You made me feel sooo good that I can't even put it into words? But it was over so fast. I have no control at all. I feel like I'm just not living up to the kind of guy you deserve."

Suzanne guffawed."Oh, that's rich! Sweetie, I could get used to this. I've been with a lot of men, but already I can tell you're the best."

"Best? Best at what? Ejaculating as soon as you touch me? I don't know what to do. You're just too much woman. I can't hold out."

"That's so sweet. But think about it. You're just starting out. You don't even know what the PC muscle is yet."

Dang! Akami mentioned that too. The PC muscle. What did she say about it? I have to exercise it, I think. I'm really going to have to look that up on the Internet if I don't want to embarrass myself. 

Suzanne kept talking, "And I'm not allowing you to touch me, so all you CAN do is sit there. And it was mostly my fault 'cos I got so excited that I didn't try to pace things out at all. Don't worry. Okay, technically, you may not be the best yet, but you will be. You've got all the tools." She reached out and held his flaccid penis as she said the word "tools."

"Like what?" Alan asked. "An above average penis size? A lot of guys have that."

"True, you have that, and a few other nice attributes like your surprisingly sweet cum, but you have so much more. It's the intangibles. Aspects of your personality that just make a woman enjoy having sex with you. I don't want to go into now though because we've got better things to do." She began to rub the flaccid penis in her hands.

Alan asked, "Speaking of attributes, can you stick your tongue out for me?"

"A-ha! You noticed. Sure." She stuck it out, revealing to Alan the longest tongue he'd ever seen.

"Wow. That's cool. Obviously, you're the only one who's even blown me, but I have a feeling you're extra good at it, thanks to your tongue."

She chuckled. "Oh, I'm good all right, but it's not just the tongue. It's like with you. It's the intangibles. For one thing, the passion, the engagement. When I jack you off or suck your cock,I just want to give you the highest high you've ever had in your entire life and I'll stop at nothing to make sure that you do." Suzanne certainly didn't lack in confidence, but she had good reason to boast. 

Alan figured it would take ten minutes or more for his penis to revive, but between what her hands were doing to it, her intense look right into his eyes, her naked body, and her words, he found it already growing turgid. Oh man! Here we go again. So good! 

He asked, "What about your husband?"

She grimaced. "What about him?"

"Don't you satisfy him? Doesn't he satisfy you? He's like some kind of big, powerful, rich guy. What are you doing with a nerdy loser kid?"

"Are you trying to get me to stop stroking you? Geez. First question: yes I did, with ease, way back in the days when we actually had sex. Second question: yeah, he was good enough, back in those days. But now he's TOO rich. TOO powerful. He didn't have time for me, so now I've given up on him."

Alan thought about that, and then asked, "But what about other guys? I mean, you're Suzanne, you're like some kind of walking, talking orgasm. You could have your pick of any guy. You could be with some buff lifeguard or bodybuilder or Donald Trump or something."

She laughed. "Ha! I've been with lifeguards and bodybuilders, and a lot more. I'm not proud to admit it, Sweetie, but I've had a lot of affairs since I gave up on my husband." She chuckled, "Donald Trump, so far, has escaped my sweep. But I've been with his type. Egotistical assholes, the whole lot of them. If a guy has something special, like a ten inch dick or a million dollar yacht, he comes to think he's God's gift to women. I piss on the whole lot of them. My affairs with those self-centered jerks are over." 

She looked up into his eyes and said with great sincerity, even as she kept stroking, "You're different. That's what I'm talking about with the intangibles. Your mom and I, we raised you right. Susan can be over the top with her religious mumbo jumbo, but there's a lot to be said for raising a kid with those old time values. I feel confident that no matter how good things get for you, you're not going to become an asshole. That's because you have class. You've got a moral backbone. You've got modesty. I know you're only eighteen and you're still maturing, but you're already more mature than a lot of guys, my husband for instance, because you've got the fundamentals. Heck, you're probably more mature than I am in a lot of ways. I can be pretty selfish and hedonistic." 

She looked down at his erection. It was back to full strength and she started to devote more attention to it. "No, I'm afraid you're stuck with me, Sweetie. You are the best. I'm gonna stick to you like glue, if you'll have me. My only slight frustration is that I'm going to have to share cocksucking duties with Susan and Katherine and who knows who else."

"What?! Susan? Katherine? No way!"

"Yeah way. I've said this to you before, Sweetie. Just give it a little bit of time, and mark my words. Your mother is so cock-hungry already that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. You notice that deer caught in the headlights look she has all the time now? That's 'cos she's always thinking about your dick. She's thinking about fondling it. She's even thinking about sucking on it." 

Talking about sucking reminded Suzanne to lean forward and begin licking on the tip of Alan's penis head. But she was able to do that, and stoke with her hands, and keep talking too. "And I heard about the nipple incident at the pool today. What do you think made her nipples like two little hardened missile silos? It's you, mister."

Alan knew with his logical mind that what she was saying was true, but it was just so staggering, and the implications were even more staggering, that it didn't seem real to him.

She went on, "And I've seen how Katherine looks at you, too. She's a little hottie too, don't you think? Can't you just picture her nursing a big fat Alan boner between her lips?"

Alan groaned as he pictured it. 

"I'll bet before long both of them will be calling dibs, vying to see who gets to stroke you and blow you next. Just give it time. I wonder how long it will take before all three of us are all naked on the floor together, just like I am on all fours, begging you to be the one to suck your cock next."




Six Times a Day Pt. 05



"Oh MAN! Aunt Suzy, don't talk like that! I'm just some guy. That could never be. I don't deserve it." 

She shot him a dirty look and gave his erection a slightly painful squeeze. "Don't say that again, you hear? You're not just some guy. True, you're not perfect. Nobody is. You've got issues, like a lack of confidence. But you're special." Out of nowhere, she started to tear up. "You're my special Sweetie and I love you. So much!"

By the time she got to saying "so much," tears were rolling down her cheeks because she was overcome with emotion as she tried to convey the depth of her love for him. However, Suzanne hated to cry; she thought it was a sign of weakness. So she pulled herself together and distracted herself by devoting all her attention to the blowjob. 

She was passionate before, but now she sucked him with abandon. She tried to show him how much she loved him with her tongue, lips, and hands, since she couldn't put it into words.

Alan was overwhelmed, by what she said and her tearing up even more than her insanely pleasurable blowjob. It took him over a minute after she'd stopped talking for him to get himself together enough to say back, "Aunt Suzy, I love you too." 

He could hear her emotionally choke up again, and he felt it too since his dick was halfway down her throat. 

He added, "And I'm not just saying that 'cos you're so sexy and stacked and great at handjobs and cocksucking. I mean, you're my Aunt Suzy. What more can I say? You're right up there with my Mom for me and that's the highest compliment I can think of. I know you love me, and, well, it just makes me love you back even more."

Suzanne was so moved she was certain she was really going to lose it and cry her eyes out. But her tough persona kicked it. She stopped her blowjob long enough to say in a semi-joking voice, "Stop your blubbering already. You sound like a girl." 

They both laughed.

Suzanne sighed as she lovingly caressed his hard shaft with both hands. She gave it a few kisses and then said, "It's going to be a shame, having to share this sweet meat. But that's okay." She said to herself as much as to Alan, "Six times a day is a bit much for any one woman to handle, even someone like me. I don't mind sharing a little." 

Then, in a nasty, sultry voice, she spat out, "We're all gonna get really good at sucking your cock. Really good." She swallowed him deep.

Alan blew his load down her throat about a minute later.

He'd never felt so good, so satisfied. He felt a deeper love and connection with Suzanne than ever before, and that felt far better than the mere physical pleasure between them.

Yet still his day wasn't over.

CHAPTER 7 

Katherine had eavesdropped on Suzanne's blowjob the day before and was profoundly affected by what she'd heard. After the pool incident the day before where she lost all control, she felt truly ashamed at herself, at least for a little while. 

But much had changed in the short time since then. The pace of sexual activity around the house was speeding up, the women acting like hungry sharks circling ever closer to their prey. She felt as if something big and exciting was going to happen soon, and she wanted to be a part of it. 

She'd been in her room when Suzanne came into Alan's room and she knew what Suzanne was going to do in there. She very much wanted to listen in again, but unfortunately for her, Susan had the same plan. The two of them kind of lingered in the hall and bathroom area just outside Alan's bedroom. The both waited for the other one to leave so they could eavesdrop, but neither one did. Katherine went back to her room but kept the door open, foiling Susan since katherine could see Alan's door just across the hallway from within her room.

As a result, both of them missed the big emotional moment between Alan and Suzanne.

After two blowjobs in quick succession from Suzanne, Alan felt she'd not only sucked his balls completely dry, she'd sucked his soul right out of him, too. He was tired, hot, and sweaty, so eventually he got up and staggered off to take a shower before going to bed. He put on a robe and headed across the hallway to the bathroom adjacent to Katherine's room, but just as he was opening the door, his mother called him into her bedroom to talk to him. He headed off in that direction.

Katherine also heard Susan's call, and saw her opportunity for action. She felt Suzanne was pulling away in the contest for Alan's affections so she needed to do something to make her mark or she would have to go back to pining away with her secret crush for him.

She immediately stripped and hopped into the shower Alan was going to use before he got there. She left her shirt on, knowing that the wet T-shirt look could be even more arousing than complete nakedness. She also wore wooden clogs that helped tone up her legs just like high-heeled shoes. She turned on the water to get herself wet, but then turned it back off, so Alan wouldn't know she was there. 

A few minutes later, Alan walked in, picked up a towel, and closed the door before the presence of his naked sister even registered in his brain. When he saw her, his mouth dropped open in shock, but his shock wasn't nearly as much as it would have been had she not done a strip tease for him by the pool the day before or had been grabbing at his penis in the pool earlier.

"Sister! What are you doing here?" he exclaimed.

"Oh, nothing much, just taking a shower." She didn't seem perturbed or surprised by his presence, but asked, "The bigger question is what are YOU doing here? Are you trying to spy on your naked little sister?"

"No, no, no! No, it's not like that. I didn't know that you were in here, is all!"

"Then why are you looking at me that way? If I didn't know better, I'd think you're looking straight between my legs!" 

Her indignation was just a ruse to keep him talking and staring. Her vagina in fact was deliberately wide open for his viewing, and she made no attempt to close her legs in the slightest. If anything, she spread them even wider. 

But he was paying even more attention to her hands. She was holding the hose to the shower nozzle with both hands in the middle of her chest, and rubbing her hands up and down the hose as if it were a phallus.

That made Alan even more flustered. Seeing Suzanne naked was one thing, but seeing his sister this way, so ready and eager to fuck was still a huge shock to his system. With Suzanne he felt somehow safe knowing there were boundaries, but he knew his sister well. She was more impetuous and untamed. With her, anything was possible. 

"Sorry! I'm really sorry!" he said extremely apologetically. "I didn't mean to be looking at anything. I'll go now."

He paused at the door, and with his eyes averted, asked, "Sis, what is going on? Why is everybody, like... Just totally... All the nakedness! Why?" But he was too flummoxed to stick around for an answer. He fled from the bathroom. 

Damn, Katherine thought. I should have started slowly and worked up to more. Next time he'd better watch out, 'cos I'm going to "sex him up" until he has a heart attack! This is too much fun not to do. Suzanne's already sucking his cock - I have to catch up to that soon or fall behind. Oh God, I love you, Brother! 

But at least she was successful in one respect. Had it not been for that shower encounter, Alan would have gone to bed masturbating to thoughts of Suzanne. As it was, his mind was a jumble and he thought of Katherine, Suzanne, Susan, and even Amy. He kept thinking of Suzanne's comment: "We're all gonna get really good at sucking your cock." He had no trouble getting excited and fell into a deep sleep after shooting out his sixth load. It was another great day for Alan, all in all. 

CHAPTER 8 (Monday, Oct. 14)

By Monday, Alan could see a definite pattern developing: every day the clothing of all those around him got a little bit more provocative. He thought about the crazy number of times all four females around him had been naked or nearly naked in the past couple of days. He wondered how long it would go on before everyone just ended up naked all the time, barring some sort of catastrophe.

Normally Susan was an early riser, and she was usually already showered and dressed by the time Alan came down for breakfast in the morning. But today she was still wearing a bathrobe when he walked into the kitchen. 

It started out tightly wrapped on her, but as the breakfast went on, it began to loosen on her body, and the proportion of her visible cleavage grew until he (and Katherine) could see down to her belly button.

As she served breakfast, she did a lot of leaning over, and on one or two occasions nearly dropped one or both of her creamy tits out of her robe altogether. But still, she managed to keep her nipples covered nearly the entire time.

Nearly, but not all the time. She knew Alan was getting a very pleasant eyeful, and she loved it. But even as she did these things, her face was filled with worry and doubt. 

She wondered to herself, Just what am I doing here? We're supposed to sex things up, but am I getting into the job of tantalizing Alan far too much? Why do I enjoy showing myself off to him so? I can't even say Suzanne made me wear this this time. There must be something wrong with me.

She was wracked with moral doubt and with doubts about her character, but she found herself showing off her body to Alan anyway. She simply tried her best not think about what she was doing or why, but just do it. The one overriding thought she maintained was, The doctor says this is what Alan needs. She also repeated like a mantra, The penis in the abstract. Don't think of it as Alan's penis. The penis in the abstract.

After her children left for school she had her now daily "breast exam" in the shower. 

When it was over she felt even dirtier about how she was showing herself off, not to mention guilt over her frequent masturbation sessions. The breast exam excuse had worn thin for her and now she spent as much attention on her pussy as her boobs. She vowed to herself, I'm going to stop dressing like a hussy starting right now. Tiger will just have to get his visual stimulation from somewhere else.

But by the time Alan came back from school, she was ready to show off just as much or even more than before.

Again, and not surprisingly, Alan had spaced out through much of school and had a near constant hard-on in all his classes. The weekend had been dangerously exciting, and all the sexual fun was like an addictive drug. He wanted more. 

He was well aware that on Saturday his sister had gone sexually berserk by the pool and then on Sunday Amy had gone topless (plus sometimes bottomless) and Susan had her nipple incident too, so he hoped another trip to the pool could lead to more good things. 

As soon as he got home, he put his backpack away in his room and then headed directly to the pool area. When he arrived, Suzanne, Katherine, and Susan were already there. He wondered if they too were hoping the near nakedness of the bathing suits could help make something happen. All of them were wearing alluring bathing suits.

Suzanne was wearing the most outrageous suit of all. It was a bikini so small that it barely covered her nipples. Even then, one could see fairly well through the semi-transparent material. Only a thin string ran down her ass crack, so from the back one could hardly tell she wore anything at all. In the front of her crotch there was so little cloth that some pussy hairs were easily visible on each side of the suit. 

On top of all that, she was wearing very high heels. They seemed wildly inappropriate to the occasion, but Suzanne remained determined to wear high heels as much as humanly possible whenever she was around Alan. As an experience sexual temptress, she knew what a big difference in appearance they made, not just how they looked but also how they firmed up the legs and ass. She also felt a growing sense of competition with both Susan and Katherine, and wanted Alan to look only, or at least mostly, at her. She felt the heels gave her an edge.

Katherine was wearing her new bikini, the same one she'd worn the day before. She looked great in it, but after what happened on Saturday, Alan had a soft spot (and a wet spot) for her one-piece suit that she had used to masturbate with. 

As good as his sister looked, Alan tended to pay more attention to Susan and Suzanne's more mature and buxom bodies. It was hard for Katherine, or just about any other female, to compete with the likes of them. Suzanne was expert at preening herself in sexy poses, and used all her tricks to the fullest. Susan knew no such tricks, but she had a nearly identical body and a charming puritan innocence going for her. 

Suzanne had recently bought Susan two bathing suits. Susan had worn the more revealing of the two yesterday, but after the mortifying nipple incident, she decided to go back to the one with the more conservative, sports bra-styled design. It wasn't that she didn't want to show him her nipples, but to have everyone point it out and kid her about it was another thing altogether.

When Alan arrived, Susan was swimming in the pool. But even though she was wearing her more conservative bathing suit, she looked so sexy in it that it still took him some time getting used to the fact that his formerly prudish mother was wearing it. He couldn't even remember what kind of bathing suit she used to wear because she'd gone out of her way not to go swimming so she wouldn't be forced to wear one.

Alan practically creamed on the spot when he saw Susan slowly lift herself out of the pool to greet him. The water dripping off of her slick wet skin was just as great an erotic sight for him as Suzanne's nearly nonexistent suit. It reminded him of the cum that he shot all over Akami, and for a moment he imagined Susan completely dripping with his cum instead of pool water.

To add to his distress, Susan hadn't seen him since he'd come home, so when she got out of the water she gave him a big "welcome back from school" hug, pressing her wet body against his dry one. Her hard nipples bore holes into his chest. 

It seemed to him that the hug went on a lot longer than previous hugs with his mother had before. He'd never really been hugged by his prudish mother at all except for the past few days, and now intimate hugs were coming fast and furious. 

He hadn't been expecting the hug, so he didn't know what to do when his erection poked firmly into his mother's lower abdomen as the hug went on. She must feel that, he thought as the hug continued, but she seemed oblivious. 

She kissed the top of his ear and said, "My big son. I'm so proud of you." 

He wasn't sure what inspired that, but wondered if the "big son" comment had anything to do with his hard penis pressing her skin insistently through his bathing suit, a typical one much like the shorts he always wore. Holy crap! I'm going to die of shame! he thought as the hug went on and on and his penis poked at her stomach insistently. How can she NOT know what's poking at her there? 

After she disengaged she showed no sign whatsoever that she'd been aware of his throbbing penis or if she minded it. However, in fact she was very aware. She'd wanted the hug to go on forever.

Since his mother made him wet in one way from the pool water rolling off of her, he figured he should jump into the pool before it was obvious that she was about to make him wet in another way. 

As soon as he jumped in, Susan went back in the water, and Katherine, not wanting to miss out, jumped in as well. The three splashed around and had fun playing with each other, but there was no touching. 

Susan got out first since she'd been in the water for a while before Alan arrived.

Susan sat in the lawn chair next to Suzanne's, leaving Katherine an opportunity to regain some of Alan's attention from the two impressively stacked mothers. 

When Alan stood next to his sister by the side of the pool nearest to Susan and Suzanne, Katherine realized the two older beauties couldn't see much more than their heads and shoulders in the water. She reached out and grabbed her brother's erection through his swimsuit.

That certainly got her brother's full attention, especially as there wasn't even the slightest pretense it was an accident this time. 

As she held it, he thought, Okay, we're definitely crossing some kind of incestuous line here. I've seen a lot of Sis and Mom in the past days, but this is the first undeniable touching and that's a totally different thing. But you know what? I don't feel bad about it. I love Sis and she loves me. Yeah, it's kind of weird to think of her THAT WAY, but dang! She's just so good looking that that kind of short circuits my brain and all my objections. I guess it's true that guys think with their dick. Dang! She's STILL holding it! 

To Katherine, those touches in the pool the day before had been playful, just an extension of the water games they were playing with Amy. But, like Alan, she knew this new grope was serious and a very pivotal moment in their lives. She felt frightened beyond belief. After all, just days earlier she'd considered herself to be extremely conservative in her fashion and sexual attitudes compared to her classmates. But her long simmering lust for her brother had burst to the surface. Plus, she felt she had to act fast or lose out.

She had no idea that Suzanne was actually encouraging Alan to get with her. Even if she had heard Suzanne saying things like that, she would have assumed it was just sexy talk because she couldn't imagine any woman voluntarily sharing her man. But what concerned her more was Susan. She had no doubt that her mother would never allow her to touch Alan's penis, much less suck on it. She assumed Susan would be horrified to even think that something sexual was happening between her children. So she believed whatever happened between her and Alan would have to forever remain a dark secret. 

But now Katherine could use Susan's hypocritical attitude to her advantage. Knowing that Alan was helpless to say or do anything with Susan sitting so close, she pulled his hard-on out from his swimsuit and grabbed it with both hands. She gave Alan a triumphant and wicked look while Alan gave back a helpless and worried stare. She began to stroke it under the water, putting all the action in her lower arms so anyone looking at her upper arms wouldn't think anything was amiss.

Suzanne saw their faces and suspected something fishy. Alan was mostly facing away so she couldn't really read his expression, but Katherine had a curiously triumphant yet frightened look on her face. 

Suzanne was overcome by curiosity, so she announced, "I think I'll take a dip in the water too." 

Katherine resignedly put Alan's penis back in his suit before Suzanne could see anything, and then once again was forced to play second fiddle to one of the buxom mothers. 

This time it was the sight of Suzanne swimming through the water that captivated Alan. As Suzanne rarely went swimming, much less lay by the pool due to her extremely fair skin, this was a rare sight for him indeed.

Shortly afterwards, he hurried back to his room to masturbate to the new series of erotic images and ideas bouncing around in his head. He'd been fantasizing all day at school about what might happen at home, but real life once again exceeded his expectations. He was so excited that he practically shot his load before he got started. He quickly fell asleep for his usual daily nap.

He thought the excitement from the pool was over, but it wasn't. 

Much to his surprise, not long after he woke up, Susan came into his room still dressed in her bikini. She held her arms open wide and said, "My favorite son, give your mother a hug." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 05



He always slept naked but luckily he'd just put on a shirt and shorts, so he stood up and walked to her. 

She grabbed him and squeezed him in a bear hug, as if he was about to depart for a long journey. "I love you so much, Tiger," she cooed, her voice filled with emotion.

Alan's penis grew hard as he felt her soft skin pressing all over him and smelled her pleasant feminine smell. His erection happened to be scrunched up in his shorts in a way that prevented it from obviously pressing into her, but there was no avoiding her nipples and boobs pressing into him. 

She was already very aroused, and her hard nipples stabbed into his chest. Her tits were so soft and so big it was as if they molded over his entire chest as they mashed into him.

She pulled back slightly and said, "I just felt like hugging you. You don't think there's anything wrong with a little show of affection between mother and son, do you?"

"No mom," he replied. "I like it. I've noticed we've never hugged or kissed in the friendly way some other families do. At least up until now. I mean, even you and Katherine rarely ever touched." 

She wiggled with delight in his arms, and her nipples scraped back and forth across his chest, pushing into him even more. "Oh good! I'm so glad that Suzanne has helped me open up a bit and allowed us to become closer." 

Her lips were now only two or three inches from his. Because he was only two inches taller than his already very tall mother, he felt that all he'd have to do is lean forward just a little and their lips would meet. The word "closer" resounded in his head as he had sudden visions of the two of them necking with abandon, falling back onto his bed and eating each others' faces hungrily. He could feel her breath, and noticed it was a curious mix of mint and alcohol.

Aha! he thought. She must be getting tipsy. It doesn't take much with her despite her tall size. That explains things. Dang! She needs to drink more often. 

But even though he loved her touch, he froze in fear at the idea of kissing. Now the hug felt like a trap he couldn't get out of and his body literally seized up. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, but he'd never kissed a girl before and he was wrought with performance anxiety not to mention freaked out that she was his mother.

Suddenly she kissed him on the nose, and then directly on the lips. But their lips no more than grazed each other before she pulled away and broke the hug altogether. 

He sighed inwardly with relief. It wasn't really a kiss; more like a tease of what a kiss could be. The idea of fulfilling a fantasy with her and actually getting romantic was too much for him to take, so unexpectedly. As long as there was no tongue, there was nothing illicit or incestuous about that. Some people just touch lips. No big deal, right?

She went and stood by the door and said, "Tiger, I'd be happy to hug and kiss you lots more from now on. You know, like a really affectionate family. We love each other so much, don't we? So we shouldn't be afraid to show it."

"We do, Mom. I love this family. You're the best." He noticed her body was now turned away while she looked back over her shoulder towards him. But what really caught his eye was the way she was ostentatiously "adjusting" her bikini over her ass.

She replied, "Tiger, you make me so happy. So proud."

When she said this, her fingers pulled on her bikini, first pushing the fabric inwards so it sank up into her ass crack, then pulling it back out wide over her butt cheeks. Then she repeated the motion, as if fidgeting. She giggled with glee like a little schoolgirl. 

Then she said, "But don't mope here all alone in your room; we're still having lots of fun down by the pool. What do I have to do to get you to come back down and join us? I don't think you'll regret it." 

She arched her back so that her tits jutted out dramatically. He could see one of her mountains of flesh from the side view she was offering him. At the same time she pushed the bikini fabric back into her ass crack and then pulled up. For a second it seemed like her ass was completely uncovered.

She giggled again, and then left without waiting for a reply from him.

Alan considered staying in his room and masturbating to the image his mother just presented standing in his room. He had so many sexy images to masturbate over that he could hardly keep up and savor them all. But there was no way he could turn down her sexy offer. He was curious too about what he would see at the pool. So he changed back into his bathing suit and went downstairs.

As Susan went downstairs, she thought, What was THAT all about? I just come up here tell him to come downstairs so he can discover our surprise and somehow I end up practically molesting him! Well, at least it was good visual stimulation. And I didn't actually do anything sinful. Although touching lips together is more than a bit improper. Oh dear. I really have to control myself a bit better.

CHAPTER 9

While Alan was napping, Suzanne had been laying the groundwork for more fun when he work up. She said to Katherine and Susan. "Hey, who's up for a little game? Why don't we play Truth or Dare?"

Katherine's face brightened at that prospect.

But Susan said, "NO! Absolutely not!" She was actually was more worried about telling the truth than having to do a dare. She was filled with all kinds of forbidden, lustful thoughts that she didn't want to say out loud, especially with Katherine there.

So Suzanne said, "You realize, Susan, that we don't actually have to be playing that game for me to make you wear whatever I say."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean that you've already agreed to wear whatever I tell you to wear, no matter what. Don't you remember that?"

Susan blanched as she remembered. Suzanne hadn't been existing that power much lately since Susan was choosing sufficiently risque outfits on her own. "Uh-oh. That's true. But look: what I'm wearing right now is already positively scandalous. I hope you aren't going to tell me that I have to wear that skimpy bikini you gave me. Are you?"

Suzanne smiled innocently. "Who me? No, of course not. In fact, the only thing I want you to wear right now is your wedding ring."

"My wedding ring?! But Suzanne! That means I'll be completely naked! What if Alan comes back down here?! He probably will! Surely you jest!" She squirmed around in her lawn chair with a mixture of horror and hopeful anticipation.

Suzanne replied, "That's the whole idea. But don't worry, Katherine and I will join you so Alan won't focus his attention just on you. And we'll all lie face down so he won't see much. Just your back and your butt." 

"But-"

Suzanne held her hand up to silence Suzanne. "No buts. Actually, there will be three butts." She chuckled. It wasn't that good of a joke, but she was tipsy so most everything seemed funny. She'd brought out a bottle of wine and all three had wine glasses next to their lawn chairs. 

She continued, "You confessed to me all about how he stared at you in the shower, so he won't be seeing any part of you that he hasn't seen up close already."

"SuzaaaaAAAAaanne!" Susan whined. "Don't say that in front of Angel here! I thought that was just between you and me! I feel horrible enough about that dreadful incident as it is, but now Angel is going to think I'm horrible!"

Katherine had been silent but intently listening. She said, "No, Mom. I think that's great. You were just helping Brother with some visual stimulation, right?" 

Suzanne piled on, "Exactly. What's the big deal? You didn't do anything to be ashamed of. In fact, I'm so very proud of you, helping him out like that. I'll bet he rushed back to his room, dropped his shorts, and started stroking on that big and tasty erection of his. Can't you just picture him, Holding that throbbing beast of his, with his eyes closed thinking of your wet and naked sultry body? That's a sight that should make any mother proud." 

"Is it?" She flopped back down to the lawn chair, conceding defeat. "Oh, poo. Suzanne, why do you do these things to me? The whole thing doesn't sound very proper to me," she added feebly. "In fact, it's decidedly IMproper." But there was no response, so she thought about what Suzanne had just said and asked, "What was that you said about his member being, um, er... What was that you called it? Tasty?"

Suzanne launched into a detailed and explicit description of how wonderful Alan's penis tasted in her mouth, causing both Katherine and Susan to squirm with excitement. 

The three women continued talking and drinking wine, and before long Susan couldn't wait for Alan to wake up from his nap so she could lie naked in front of him. She was delighted, though also apprehensive, when she was chosen to be the one to get him and tell him to come back down to the pool.

When Alan did come back down, Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were all in position, naked and lying back side up on the lawn chairs. The three of them were all tipsy and more than a little excited about it. Actually, despite her cool exterior, Suzanne was just as excited as the other two.

Alan was right in suspecting that something was up by the way Susan had been acting when she came to get him, but he was in no way prepared for what he saw when he got back to the pool. The lawn chairs were faced away from the door to the back patio, so only when he got to within a few feet of them did he realize that they were completely naked from head to toe. He had a great view of their asses and long firm legs. All three were giggling nervously, even Suzanne who made it a point not to giggle.

Alan had no idea what to say or do. He would have rushed back inside (and spied of them from there) had he not just been explicitly told to come to the pool area.

Finally, Suzanne sat up a bit and turned, and said, "Suurrrpriiiiiiise! I'll bet you weren't expecting this, Sweetie!" As she did this, she spread her knees apart and kicked her high heels up into the air, giving Alan a good view of her pussy lips. 

Alan still was speechless and just shook his head. He immediately pulled his T-shirt off and jumped into the pool to give himself a chance to think. 

What in God's name is going ON?! Is this some kind of a joke? Maybe a test? Not only are they all totally nude, but they're OUTSIDE! Is it possible for any of the neighbors to see them? 

He looked around and realized the odds of being seen were extremely low. All the houses around the Plummer house had big lots with copious amounts of greenery. It was a veritable jungle between the Plummers' house and any of the neighbors'. And since they were on the side of a hill, the only house that could look down onto theirs was the Pestridge house, and the only room with windows on that side which could have any possible view was Amy's. 

He poked his head out of the water after swimming a couple of laps.

"Cat got your tongue?" his mother said in his direction, playfully. "I decided that it's okay to go to the pool topless after all," she joked. Jokes from her were extremely rare. But her comment also recognized how much had changed in one day, with some inebriation definitely playing a role in the new dress code. "Aren't you going to say 'hi'? Would you like another hug?" She giggled at what she thought was another joke.

"Um, Mom. You're totally nude." He didn't mean to say that, but it just slipped out. It was like he was asking for confirmation from someone that he was really seeing what he was seeing. What do you say when speaking in the general direction of three ladies' asses?

Suzanne teased, "No she's not." She pointed at Susan's hands. "Look. She's still wearing her wedding ring?"

Susan blushed even redder than she already was. "Suzanne, you're such a meanie today. Why must you flaunt my infidelity?"

Suzanne acted surprised and confused. "Infidelity? Are you thinking of having sex with somebody? I thought we're just providing Alan some visual stimulation." She thought, Teasing Susan is just too much fun! Now that I've started I can't stop. I need to behave. 

Susan blushed about five shades deeper. She stammered, "No! Of course not! You're wearing a wedding ring too, you know!"

Alan wasn't quite sure what good pointing that out did, but it made him feel even more insanely aroused than he already was.

He considered getting out of the pool, but thought, Man, how am I going to hide my hard on in THIS swimsuit? The damn thing is so insistent it's threatening to pop out the top. There's no way I can adjust it to hide it, not with all this nakedness going on. Dang! Well, I can't stay in here forever. Maybe I'll just rush to one of those lawn chairs while their heads are turned.

That's what he did, except that as soon as he got out of the water the others all heard the tell tale sounds and turned to look. All eyes were glued to the bulge in his crotch until he finally made it to the lawn chair.

He sat down and tried to compose himself. Things were surprisingly quiet. The others were waiting to hear from him.

Finally, he asked, "So. ... Um, how long have you all been lying there like that?" 

"Oh, we've been in these chairs for about an hour," his mother replied. "Pretty much ever since you left to take your nap." 

Katherine giggled at her deliberate avoidance of his question. 

Susan was lying between Suzanne and Katherine and didn't have a good view of where Alan was sitting. So she leaned up in the lawn chair a bit to better look at him, allowing him to see most of her boobs hanging down. Only her nipples were still pressed against the plastic of the lawn chair. She continued, "But it was only a few minutes ago when Suzanne forced us to take off our bikinis. Then I ran up and got you. What do you think - are we more than you can handle?" 

"Uuuuhh, no. I'm cool. It's cool." 

His sister giggled, then they all giggled. His attempt at appearing casual and nonchalant was obviously laughably bad.

He asked, "Did you say she forced you to get naked?" Alan's head was suddenly filled with images of a sexy catfight in which Suzanne managed to overpower both Susan and Katherine, ripping all their clothes off in the process. 

Susan saw with obvious shame, "Yes, she forced me. She's such a meanie! She's says I'm not allowed to wear anything around you but my wedding ring! Isn't she cruel?" Her legs twitched and writhed uncomfortably, as if she had been tied up and was struggling to break free.

Alan was so aroused yet frustrated that he wanted to bang his head on the ground and cry. I can look all I want, but never touch! And they all look so friggin'... touchable!

As if she was a mind reader, Suzanne said to him, "You know what, girls, I don't know about you, but I certainly could use some more suntan lotion. With this pale skin I've got I can get a sunburn from a flashlight. Sweetie, honey, can you help me out here? I'm feeling too lazy to do it myself. Actually, you should help us all out."

Alan's eyes bugged out.

Katherine's and Susan's did too.

Alan managed to nod yes.

Then Suzanne casually added, "Well then, since we all just took off our bathing suits, I'm sure our creamy white butts could especially use some lotion."

Here we go again, thought Alan with a mixed feeling of fear and anticipation that he'd come to know well in recent days. More craziness! But he merely said, "I'm glad to help. Who wants to go first?"

Suzanne suggested, "Why don't you do your mother, and then do your sister? Then you can do me." 

Alan wondered at the possible double meaning in her tone of voice, especially in the way she said the word "do" each time. He asked himself, Was I the only one who noticed that? I mean, I practically came on the spot the third time she said "do" in that raspy voice of hers. I don't know how, but somehow even that voice is too sexy too! 

Susan protested, "No! Tiger, please. I'm not ready."

But Suzanne said, "What's not to be ready? You don't need a PhD to have suntan lotion put on you. Sit up and let him put some lotion on your back already.

"Sit up"?! Susan was incredulous at what Suzanne was suggesting. But if I do that, he's going to see my breasts for sure, even if he's right behind me. She was going to put her foot down and insist that Alan "do" her last, but somehow the idea of Alan looking at her breasts broke her resistance. It was like her breasts demanded to be looked at it and her brain and the rest of her body was just along for the ride. 

She whimpered and kept her eyes closed as she silently sat up. Her nipples were erect and her head was reeling from an overdose of lust and desire.

So Alan nervously went to his mother and sat on her lawn chair behind her. His hands shook so badly that he could barely get the lotion out of the bottle. It was the first time he'd really touched his mother, outside of rare occasions like hugging. 

The minutes passed. He slowly calmed down and stopped shaking nervously as he grew accustomed to putting the lotion on. He could feel Susan was nervous but slowly relaxing too.

As he grew bolder, he considered going further around her sides so he could touch the edge of her breasts. And he did, but just a little bit. He just didn't have the self-confidence with women to initiate anything on his own, despite going nearly out of mind with desire as his hands wandered over his mother's nearly perfect form.

But eventually he finished with the back. That put him at a loss over what to do next. The safe thing was to do her legs next, but he couldn't do that while she was still sitting up.

Suzanne was keeping a close eye on what was happening (as was Katherine). Seeing his problem, she resolved it by saying, "Sweetie, your fuddy duddy mother never goes nude, so her butt is really white. Make sure to pay special attention there with the lotion, or it'll get burned."

Susan said, "Damn you Suzanne, we didn't agree to that. And I'm no fuddy duddy. I just happen to believe in some bedrock values." 

"Well then, prove it by laying down so he can have proper access to your ass."

Frowning, Susan reluctantly did so. "I'll have you know, I'm only allowing this under protest." 

Suzanne's suggestion for Alan to pay special attention to Susan's ass didn't make much sense because her skin was just as pale on her butt as it was everywhere else. Just like the even paler Suzanne, she had no tan lines at all. However, it was a good excuse for Alan and he planned to take full advantage. While he wasn't brave enough to initiate, he was able to take advantage of opportunities handed to him. 

Susan continued to complain as she lay down, "You said he wouldn't touch us in any sensitive places and only do the back."

Suzanne responded, "I never said anything about sensitive places, I just said you'd only have to lay face down. Well, you're laying face down. Do you want to get a big sunburn on your posterior? We can call that the fuddy duddy tan."

"Oh, poo! Very well. I am not a fuddy duddy. I'll show you! Tiger, my cutie, please be careful though, okay?"

Alan nodded, and then realized she couldn't see that. So he said "Okay" as he rubbed. He didn't really know what "be careful" meant. For now, he decided to only touch the relatively safer areas of her ass cheeks and upper thighs. He'd never touched anyone's ass before, and was surprised at the sheer amount of flesh, especially since Susan was nearly six feet tall and no pixie. There was no excess flab to be seen anywhere. 

He was very content to keep kneading her ass cheeks. Not only did her buttocks feel fantastic - soft and yet somehow firm at the same time - but before long Susan relaxed even more than before and started purring with pleasure. At first, the purrs just sounded like low breathing, but they slowly began to sound more sexual, more passionate. His erection was so stiff and engorged that he couldn't get his mind off of it because it was constantly calling out for attention. It craved release. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 06



Six Times a Day, Part 6: Touch Me 

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. If you're interested in the illustrated version, try Googling "Six Times a Day." On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Oct. 15)

Susan woke up the next morning feeling very conflicted. For the second night in a row, she'd had strange dreams involving her son. Both nights, she dreamed that she was Akami and that it was she who jacked off and then even sucked off Alan's rod. In the dream, there was also a Susan at the appointment, and she watched this other woman, who was naked and shamelessly frigging herself.  

She had other dreams that were much the same, such as one where she watched Suzanne blow her son. These dreams seemed incredibly real, and no doubt they were helped by the way Suzanne had described her blowjobs with Alan in intimate detail. 

Susan both wanted and didn't want to experience such things in real life. Her desire was strong, but so was her sense of guilt. She didn't know how she would react when she saw Alan that morning, but the dreams made her extremely aroused. She dressed in a robe that had great potential for mischief, to say the least.

When Alan came down for breakfast, he not only saw his mother in a robe again, but saw his sister in one too. Until recently, Katherine was always so conservatively dressed around the house that he didn't even know she owned a robe. Thanks to all the clothes she'd borrowed from Suzanne, Susan had the more alluring robe of the two. It was semi-transparent if looked at in the right light. The sash across their waists holding their robes closed hung loosely on both of them.

Alan was hard even before he'd entered the dining room, just thinking of the possibilities. The reality actually exceeded his fantasies.

Susan's first reaction to Alan was one of a chastised and sorrowful woman. "Tiger, please forgive me, forgive us, for our behavior at the pool yesterday. As you can guess, I was pretty smashed, but that's no excuse. I should have remained in control. As the mother of this house, it was my responsibility to see that everyone behaved properly. I don't even remember half of what happened but I imagine I did some improper things. Rest assured that nothing like that will ever happen again."

Alan shrugged and nodded his head in agreement. 

But while her mouth was saying one thing, her body and her clothes (or lack thereof) was saying something else entirely. She actually remembered everything that had happened, and she'd had the time of her life between her alcoholic high and her erotic arousal. She couldn't consciously admit it to herself, but unconsciously she was trying to get more to happen even before Alan left for school.

She continued, "For one, I remember lying naked. And your hands were all over me, touching me, caressing me... In intimate places. Suzanne and Katherine were naked too. And you touched us all. To my shame, I just sat there and watched, and let you have your way with everyone. I have no idea what happened, but it's wrong. Wrong, I tell you, wrong!"

Alan just nodded. He was thinking that the way she put it, it actually sounded sexy and arousing, not like a chastisement.

She added, "True, there's nothing wrong with nakedness, per se. After all, you have a serious need for visual stimulation, and we're all trying to help. But touching in intimate places, that's a completely different matter. There's no excuse for that, don't you agree?"

Again, all Alan could do was nod his head. It seemed to him that Susan was getting horny from her own words, and that just about left him speechless. 

Susan's robe was sleeveless, so there was great potential for a strap to fall off a shoulder and expose her chest. There was a zipper in front, but somehow, and Alan didn't see how, by the time Susan walked over to the breakfast table to serve both her children breakfast, the zipper had come undone down past her belly button. The robe was so open that just standing there one of her nipples was hanging out. 

She walked as if she was in a dream, and someone else was making her move.

Alan felt sure that his hard-on was going to burst, splattering cum all over the room, just from the sight of his mother. He wondered idly if the robe would fall off altogether if both straps fell off at once. 

But Katherine didn't want her mother to take all the attention. "Mom, it looks like your robe is coming undone," she pointed out.

"Oh dear, you're right! Thanks!" Susan pulled her robe closed, and went back to the kitchen. She didn't zip the front back up though, which meant it opened right back up again as soon as she took her hands away from it. 

The contradictions of the situation were not addressed - Susan was pretending to be concerned about exposing herself just minutes after explaining that nudity was okay to help with the "visual stimulation." Mostly, both of them were acting out of habit. 

Katherine now took advantage of Alan's attention on Susan by surreptitiously widening how open the top of her own robe was. Still, she was at a disadvantage compared to her mother, since all she could do was sit and eat breakfast, while Susan was actively walking around and bending over the dinner table much of the time. Additionally, the fact that Susan's robe was semi-transparent made it even harder for Katherine to compete.

So Alan would stare at his sister's chest nearby or his mother's body further off. But when Susan came back to the dining table for some reason, he would focus all of his attention on the sight of his mother bending over and swaying her boobs before his eyes. 

There was an unstated and growing competition between the two women. Katherine kept opening her robe more and more, until both of her nipples weren't even close to being covered. 

Susan bent over near Alan more and more as well, offering him a bottle of molasses, the salt shaker off of the table - any excuse to tease him again. Her gargantuan mammaries were barely contained in her robe even while she was just standing, and her boobs now completely fell out every time she bent near him. 

Finally both of his mother's straps did fall off at once, but she held the robe to her body by pressing her arms to her sides. The sash was undone as well. She reluctantly put the straps back into place so she could walk away without having the robe fall to her feet. She broke into a smile as she walked away, because now she was in a mental zone where her guilt turned off and she just enjoyed herself.

She thought, Tiger's so HARD for me today! He's not even trying to hide that huge penis-shaped bulge in his shorts. I hope I help him have a nice climax, though it is a shame about him spilling his seed upon the ground. What if I take this robe off and offer him my face and my chest? It doesn't count as touching if he cums all over me, right? It's practically my RESPONSIBILITY as a mother to save him from sin and make sure all his cum lands on my skin! 

At first, both women continued to remind the other their robes were falling open to foil the competition, but as it was hard to do that with a straight face when your own robe was open at the same time, they switched to complaining how poorly designed the robes were. 

"Sorry Tiger, I don't know what's with this robe, but it just won't stay closed," Susan griped as she walked to the table yet again. She didn't even make a pretense at covering up anymore, and walked to him essentially bare-chested. "I hope you don't mind looking at this old cow."

"Old cow? Mom, you're so divine! You're the sexiest mother in the whole school, I'm sure."

"Oh, poo. You're just saying that." She bent over to pour him some more milk, asking seductively, "Would you like your mother to give you some milk?" 

It was all he could do not to stretch his head forward and suck on the tit dangling mere inches from his face.

She stood up, secretly enjoying the idea of breastfeeding her son. "Oh my," she said, looking down at her chest and putting the robe back into place. "I hope you weren't looking at my chest, because that would be terribly naughty. I don't know how to wear this robe of Suzanne's at all."

"Yeah, it's like, why do they even bother with these sashes, they're so useless," Katherine agreed, given that her chest was completely bared as well. "Looks like you need to fix yours again, Mom." 

It hadn't taken ten seconds for Susan's tits to fall out of her robe again. Susan smiled at her daughter in friendly competition and closed her robe yet again.

Because Katherine was sitting across the table from Alan, he couldn't see what was happening below her waist. He wondered just how open her robe was down there. 

But as he finished his meal, Susan finally sat down next to him to eat her own food. Her robe fell completely open as she sat, giving him a great view of her pussy. His eyes drifted up to her face, lingering at her bare chest along the way. 

She smiled at him, knowing full well what he was looking at. She even encouraged him with her eyes to stare at her pussy some more. 

Alan didn't have a chance to stop the swell of orgasmic release welling up within him. Without any help from his hands, his penis began ejaculating into his underwear. He rushed his hands to his crotch and silently groaned, while he hoped desperately and improbably that the large "O" shape he'd made with his surprised face didn't give away what had just happened.

But everyone knew. Katherine was upset again that Susan was able to get away with things that she could not. 

"Did you enjoy your breakfast?" Susan asked Alan in an innocent tone, trying to suppress a grin. She seemed to know what had just happened in his crotch. She closed her robe up most of the way, now that she didn't have an erection to keep hard.

"Um, yeah. It was very good," he said as blandly as he could. He was too overwhelmed to be clever. 

"Well then, you'd better get up and take your shower," she said, now seemingly all business. "You've got to be out the door in fifteen minutes." 

Alan had completely forgotten about the need to go to school. The unpleasant idea hit him like a splash of cold water. 

Both Susan and Katherine stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to stand up.

Alan realized he couldn't, owing to the embarrassing and large wet spot now growing on the front of his shorts. 

They were well aware of this problem and that's why they wanted to see him stand. 

Susan hoped to use the need to clean the wet shorts as an excuse to get him out of his shorts altogether. She suddenly had visions of rubbing his penis through his shorts in an effort to "clean" them of the stain he'd made.

Stalling for time, Alan asked, "Doesn't Katherine have to take a shower as well?"

"I suppose she does," Susan conceded reluctantly. "Katherine?"

"I already took mine," Katherine lied. "But I think it's very important that Brother take his now," she said enthusiastically as she giggled. She definitely wanted to see Alan stand up. 

They still both sat there with their robes once again completely opened, both above and below their sashes.

A bolt of inspiration struck him. "Mom, I could use another muffin."

Katherine butted in. "Oh you do? So you want to stuff your mouth on a muffin, and you want your mother to give it to you. Interesting." She giggled some more.

Susan by contrast said, "Sure thing, Tiger. Really I don't understand what the big deal is about a muffin, Angel." 

Katherine's sexual innuendo with the word muffin went right past Susan, as most sexual innuendo did. It was one price of being sheltered from all things sexual her entire life. She got up and walked to the kitchen. 

Alan, seeing his chance, pulled his chair away, and with both hands still on his crotch, rushed past his mother still walking to the kitchen. He sped upstairs to his room. 

Both women were disappointed that he'd escaped, but let it slide without comment.

Once Alan had left the kitchen, Susan turned towards Katherine and said, "Angel, a little bit of visual teasing can help Alan out with his problem. Frankly, I'm very concerned that you're helping too enthusiastically, but I suppose it can't be helped. But under no circumstances are you to touch him in any way, or have him touch you. Is that perfectly clear?"

"Yes mom," Katherine said submissively, bowing her head.

"Good. We have to have firm boundaries or we'll all fall into sin. Frankly, I'm surprised what's come over you!" Susan said indignantly and hypocritically. 

Katherine let this slide as well. She could have hit that hypocrisy out of the park, but she didn't want to discourage Susan's sexual awakening in any way because if she did she knew Susan would be stricter about sexual rules for everyone. 

Now that Alan was gone, the two of them seemed to have no difficulty keeping their robes closed anymore.

A few minutes later, in the shower, Alan began masturbating to the sexy images of his mother and sister in robes (and out of them) that were flooding his brain. 

But before he could climax, his sister knocked on the bathroom door, saying, "You're late. Mom says you've got one minute to get out of there and out the front door." 

Alan left the shower extremely frustrated, embarrassed, and horny.

CHAPTER 2

Katherine had already left for school by the time Alan was dressed and came downstairs. He grabbed his backpack and rushed to the front door. 

But before he got there, Susan said, "Wait, Alan, aren't you going to give me a good-bye hug?" She continued her newfound love of hugging. She held her arms out expectantly, which at least kept the straps of the robe on.

Alan walked back and hugged her. 

Almost immediately her robe opened up enough for her tits to become exposed yet again, and all that stood between her hard nipples and his skin was Alan's thin white T-shirt. 

At first they just held each other, and Alan did little more than absorb the fact that his topless mother was pressing into him. But soon he started working his hands over her back, running them up and down. 

It occurred to him that the straps of her robe were tenuously hanging on to her shoulders, and if he moved his hands a little more strategically, he could shake them off her shoulders and move the robe further down. He did, and it worked. 

He half expected her to protest, but instead she actually temporarily let go of him to allow the robe sleeves fall down and become completely freed of her arms. Now all that held the robe up was the sash around her waist. 

He went back to exploring her back, enjoying it all the more now that it was just bare flesh in his hands.

Out of the blue, she said, "I meant what I said before about no touching, but hugging is different, don't you think? I mean what kind of mother wouldn't want to hug her son?" 

"Yep, I totally agree. Hugs are great." Alan would have agreed that the moon was made out of cheese if it would have prolonged the hug. 

Their faces were incredibly close to each other the whole time, and Alan found this disconcerting. He tended to keep his head tilted to one side or the other, because he was afraid that if he looked at her straight on he would end up kissing her. He tried to avoid that at all costs. He knew that even if her body agreed to a passionate kiss at the time, later she would probably be very hurt that he took advantage, and that was the one thing in the world he would never want to do - hurt his mother. Teasing was one thing, but if they kissed there would be no denying they'd crossed a line.

She nuzzled her head into his neck and squeezed him tighter. "Have a good day at school, okay?" 

"I will, Mom."

"Don't forget your mother loves you," she added, prolonging the hug still more. She rubbed her tits all over his chest as if her boobs were looking for some kind of way to get past him. Her hands meanwhile just pawed at his back over and over again, sometimes gripping into him.

"I won't." He'd been trying to keep his waist bent away from her so she wouldn't feel his rampant erection pressing up against her, but he'd slowly lost that battle. Now there was no denying it was pressing up against her stomach.

She pretended not to noticed though. "I'm so glad we have these opportunities to be more affectionate now, don't you? Or do you find this increased familiarity upsetting?" She was clearly stalling for time so the hug could last longer. It was almost absurd the way her tits were now insistently exploring his entire chest. She was slowly rubbing her body up and down him repeatedly, as if she was one giant itch desperately needing to get scratched. The absurdity of the situation only grew with her description of this just being an ordinary, familial hug.

"Uhhh... Not upsetting," He stammered. 

She mewled with contentment.

They continued to rub. It was as if they were having an all out make out session, except they weren't actually kissing. Her hard nipples stabbed into him and her breathing grew more labored. 

Alan didn't know why, but he found himself saying, "This is just an affectionate family hug. It's not like this is sexual or anything, is it?"

"Oh no!" she agreed far too loudly. "Certainly not! Don't even think it. ... We're just being very... familiar." 

Alan was amazed to realize from her face that at least on some level, she sincerely believed that. Even as she said this, she brought her tits all the way down to the level of his belly button and then slowly pushed them up his chest all the way to his collar. 

They hugged even longer, if such motions could be called hugging. It was more like she was a cat in heat, trying to relieve herself by rubbing up against a post. 

Alan didn't know what to do, and just tried to keep his hands on her back, and in her long flowing hair.

A vision in his head appeared of the class at school he would undoubtedly be late to. Class was probably starting any minute. That made him want to hold on even longer, so he'd never have to leave this incredible world and return to the real world.

Trying keep the hug going, he said, "We never used to hug at all, did we?" 

She was pressing up extremely close now, trying to feel his erection with her body. She was moving in a short circular motion, effectively jacking him off with the front of her hard body. "No, we didn't."

"Good to make up for lost time, huh?"

"Definitely!" She said the word like she was in the throes of passion, crying, "Fuck me!" 

Taking advantage of her obviously increasing horniness, he dropped his hands down to her ass and freely groped at it.

She thought, His hands are on my ass! I should stop this right away. But on the other hand, it's nothing he didn't do yesterday by the pool, right? Gaaawd did he paw my ass then! It felt so fantastic and it feels even better now! Isn't it time for him to learn more about a woman's body anyways? And who better to teach him that his own mommy? 




Six Times a Day Pt. 06



His hand felt only flesh, not clothes, but he was so overwhelmed by the whole experience that his brain didn't really register what that meant: the robe's sash had opened and she was now completely nude. He vigorously kneaded her ass flesh with both hands. 

His courage boosted by his arousal, he finally allowed himself to stare directly into her face and not flinch. He said, boldly, "I love you, Mom." 

"I love you too, Tiger. So much." He drank in the sight of her shimmering brown eyes, so close to his. She raised herself to her full height and leaned in even closer. 

Alan thought, This is it! We're going to kiss on the lips!

But he was wrong. She kissed him once, but only on the nose. Then she reluctantly pulled away and let him go. 

She'd finally "come to her senses" and realized the hug had gone too far. She looked to the floor. "Oh dear me, how embarrassing." In all of her frantic rubbing against him, the sash had indeed opened and her robe now lay in a heap around her feet. 

She appeared to be genuinely surprised by that, but now she played it up. "Would you look at that. I'm stark naked. How embarrassing!" 

Alan inwardly groaned as she turned away from him, no doubt to give him another chance to visually explore her entire body. He took full advantage to eat her up with his eyes. 

After she could delay no longer, she bent over to pick the robe up, but kept her knees ramrod straight so she had to bend over entirely at the waist. That left her ass hanging in the air only a foot in front of him. 

It was all he could do not to grab her ass. He worried that if he did, he would lose control, take his erection out, and soon be plowing into her pussy. But he was so turned on that he didn't rule the idea completely out. 

Her hands lingered on the floor for a few moments while she slowly gathered the robe together.

Alan's skin was burning all over from the intensity and excitement - he felt literally so hot that he half expected steam to start pouring out of his ears.

She was torturing him; they both knew this. Apparently she felt guilty about the torture, because she put her robe back on, and said, now blushing, "Tiger, in the future, I think it's best if we only hug when, uh, when we're both dressed a little more properly. ... It's not that there's anything wrong with a friendly hug, but... Just so people don't get the wrong impression, you know." 

She helped him get his things and get out the door without further incident. 

He had an intense case of blue balls, and riding to school on a bike was complete torture.

Within minutes, Susan was in her bedroom masturbating to thoughts of what she'd done to Alan all morning and at the pool the day before. 

Gaaawwdd! That was close! It was all I could do not to drop to my knees and rip those shorts of his clear off. I'm obsessed! Sexually obsessed with my son! And I'm a married woman.

Oh dear. And that penis of his, that big fat erection! It's all I can think about now. I can still feel it burning into my skin. So hot! But it's wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! That hug was crazy. I should be deeply ashamed. I AM ashamed. 

Thank goodness for Suzanne, at least. Without her advice and help, I don't know what I'd do. She told me that lust is okay, as long as it's not romantic. And I just have to think of the penis in the abstract. It's not my son's penis that was poking into me, so big and full and round, it's just a generic penis. It's just a biological organ that happens to need to spill its spend six times a day.

Oh goodness! The abnormality check is today! How will I ever get through that, after my wanton behavior just now? Dear Lord, please give me strength. 

Torn between lust and reason, she agonized over what she should do.

CHAPTER 3

With so many dirty thoughts and images floating through Alan's head, it was no surprise that he spaced out in school again. One thought that consumed him was the likelihood that Suzanne would come over in the morning and tell Susan every last detail about the three blowjobs she'd given him the night before. He imagined the two of them sitting around the dining room table talking, robes falling all over the place, and his mother getting so excited that she winds up surreptitiously frigging herself under the table. 

The fact that she actually hadn't done something like that yet in front of Suzanne in real life was somewhat surprising, because her self control was so low these days, once she hit a peak of excitement.

The second and even more consuming thought for Alan was Suzanne's comment that his mother would be giving his penis an abnormality check later on. He was dying of curiosity to find out if this was true, but he'd been too shy, and also otherwise occupied with drool-inducing views of his sister and mother, to ask her about it that morning. 

He wasn't entirely sure what an abnormality check even was, really, but he remembered that technically speaking Akami had given him one during the last appointment. He didn't see much difference between what she did and a handjob, except that her thumb pressed into the sides of his erection in a systematic way. 

He thought, But really, it's just about exactly the same as a handjob. In fact, it basically IS a handjob because while Akami's thumb was doing all that pressing, her other hand was stroking me and making me feel exquisitely good. Is Susan going to do that, two hands and all?!

The possibility that Susan would jack him off when he came home from school drove him nearly senseless with distraction. Even if Suzanne's comment wasn't true, he was certain more exciting things would happen later one way or another, given what happened at breakfast. 

He was so out of it that he was barely able to figure out how to make it from one of his classes to the next. 

After his fourth period, his teacher Gloria Rhymer called him over to talk about his absent-mindedness. When everyone left, she said to him, "Alan, I'm worried about you. Your attention in my class has been bad for days; today things seem to be have taken a turn for the worse. If I didn't know what a fine and upstanding young man you are, I'd assume you're on drugs. Just what is the problem?"

"Um, I've got a lot of things on my mind," he said bashfully.

Even as he said this, his mind was somewhere else. He'd managed to temporarily banish thoughts of his mother during Ms. Rhymer's class some of the time, but only because he'd fantasized about his teacher instead. It was like trying to forget the pain of stubbing a toe by purposely stubbing a toe on the other foot: it worked, but it wasn't exactly smart.

As she spoke, he didn't see the real Ms. Rhymer standing in front of him; instead his head was filled with the image of how he imagined she looked naked. He'd fantasized the image of her standing in front of the class naked so often in the last two years that it seemed etched in his brain.

"I'll bet you do," she said disapprovingly. "You know, young man, given what you told me last week, I think I can guess what your problem is."

"You can?" That forced him to focus more. Uh-oh! That can't be. She knows about me and Mom? Suzanne? Sis? What?! 

"Yes, I think that you're taking some kind of medicine to boost your energy level, and it's having the side effect of boosting your sex drive." 

She judged from his suddenly panicky facial expression that her guess was a good one. She didn't notice his relief in realizing she didn't understand everything.

"Um, what makes you say that?"

The big give away for her was his obvious erection all class long. She tried to say that more euphemistically. "It's not so much what you told me, but your behavior in this class. In recent days, it seems like you've been walking into my class in a state of high arousal, and you stay that way until you leave it. Am I wrong?"

There was no way to wiggle out of this that he could see. "No, you're not wrong. I'm so sorry. But I've never felt like this before." 

A horrific thought occurred to him: Oh no - Ms. Rhymer has noticed my boners! Even as he worried about this, most of his brain was off in la-la land with the image of her nakedness, fueling the boner he had at that very moment.

"Can't you just ask the doctor to cut down on the number of pills?"

"It's not a matter of pills...." There was a prolonged silence. He considered letting her in on the six times a day secret. He finally decided he would, if only because once she was on the scent, keeping a secret from her was hopeless. "Can you really, honestly, keep a secret?" He tried to focus on the problem at hand and push his fantasy out of his mind.

"Of course, Alan! You know me. You can trust me completely."

"Good, because this is really embarrassing. If people in school found out, I'd probably have to transfer, I'd be so embarrassed... I really shouldn't tell you this, so for the love of God don't tell a soul, but I figure you won't be satisfied until you figure it out, so we might as well cut to the chase. You see, the tests show I'm severely lacking in certain hormones, like testosterone. I know it sounds strange, but the best way, the natural way, to get those levels back to normal, is if I frequently achieve orgasm. That's what the doctor says." 

Alan went on to explain more details of his medical diagnosis.

Ms. Rhymer let him talk without interruption. When he was all done, she asked him, "So you're telling me that you masturbate six or more times a day?"

"Um, well, not exactly. The doctor thought that much masturbation isn't healthy. He recommends that it's better if someone else can help me out. But I don't have a girlfriend. As you know, I even tried to ask Christine out, but that didn't work out so well."

"But you said 'not exactly.' So you're getting help after all, even without a girlfriend?"

Alan was really blushing now. "Um, sometimes I'm helped out in the morning before school. Or, more often, after I get back home."

Ms. Rhymer thought for a minute. To help him out in the morning and afternoon, it would have to be someone extremely close. Probably someone he's living with. Alan has a really beautiful mother and sister. Could one of them... and he...?! Naaahhhh... Get real! They're like a nineteen-fifties sitcom white bread conservative family. But what about his next door neighbor, Suzanne? She's extremely attractive, and practically lives at the Plummers' house, from what I hear. It must be her. Or maybe her daughter Amy, but then she would be Alan's girlfriend. It must be the married mother, that would explain the need for secrecy.

The teacher immediately tested out her theory. "That's very considerate of Mrs. Pestridge to help you out like that."

"Yeah, well, she's very... Hey! Wait a minute! How did you... You tricked me!"

"Sorry about that, but you know that 'I always get my man' when it comes to the pursuit of knowledge. But frankly, I'm surprised at you. Suzanne - she's practically like a member of your family. She even usually somehow has an excuse to 'tag along' with your mother to your parent teacher conferences with me."

"I know! I know! But I can't help it. She did all the initiating. And she was practically forced to, because of the situation. After a week and the thing with Christine, I'd given up on the treatment, and she was the one that inspired me to keep going."

"Just how does she inspire you?" Ms. Rhymer was increasingly amazed at the subject of this discussion. Aren't I crossing a line, in talking to a student about this? Her conscience momentarily nagged her, but curiosity - and more than a little sexual desire - drove her on.

Alan shuffled his feet before the desk of his teacher. "Ahhh... She stimulates my... er, private member... with her hands, and, uh, other things. ... Her mouth, if you must know... But she doesn't go any further than that! That wouldn't be right! She hasn't even kissed me!" He couldn't look his teacher in the eye and literally wished he could crawl into a hole and die.

"Hmm. Interesting. I'm not going to make any moral judgments. It seems like she's trying to help you out, and that should be commended. But what does any of this have to do with your problems in my class? If you're not taking any pills, then your libido, your sexual level, is just the same as always, right?"

"Yes, but I keep having all these thoughts. Suzanne has been very... I don't know how to put it... suggestive, I guess. Sexually suggestive. She's so sexy, it's incredible! So now all I can do is think about sex!" 

He added in his mind, And if you only knew how suggestive my mother, sister and even Suzanne's daughter Amy are being as well! I want to fuck them all, and it's so wrong!

"I can see your problem. Suzanne is an incredibly beautiful woman, there's no question about it. So you walk around in a daze all day, thinking about nothing but sex?"

"Well, no. I've been getting relief, like, a lot. And then I'm okay, afterwards. For a while. It's weird: I haven't been doing this treatment for very long, but once you start getting relief so often it's like your body comes to expect it. But half the day I'm at school, and I can't get any relief at all. So the frustration builds up. And your class is the worst."

"My class? Why my class?"

Alan realized he'd stuck his foot in his mouth yet again. Her class was the worst because he would get hard just in anticipation of the class coming up. And then he'd see Ms. Rhymer in person and it would get even worse. 

There were few thoughts so arousing that could make him temporarily forget his arousing thoughts of his mother; the fact that thinking of his teacher was one of them spoke to just how long he'd had a deep crush on her. But it only led to more frustration. That frustration, and the fact his raging boner might be noticed at almost any time by the other students, would somehow make him even hornier. But I can't exactly say all that to you! he thought.

"Um, it just is," Alan finally responded. He was already about as red and embarrassed as he thought he could get, but he got several shades redder. "Uh, maybe because... it's just before lunch..." he added, completely unconvincingly.

Ms. Rhymer realized she was just about to kill him with shame with this line of questioning. "All right, Alan. Thank you very much for your honesty, young man. Let me think about this for a while. I don't want you failing all of your classes. I'll try to think of some kind of solution. And I won't tell anyone under any circumstance - not your mother, Suzanne, or anyone else. I know I can be a gossip sometimes, but I swear my silence. It'll be just between you and me, okay?"

"Thanks. You're cool."

Alan walked off, but he was very dejected. He felt really stupid to give his secret away. What if that happened to someone less understanding than my favorite teacher?

CHAPTER 4

Back at home, Susan fretted over what to do about the abnormality check Akami said needed to be done today. In a burst of resolve while Alan was at school, Susan called Suzanne for advice on what to do about it. She hoped Suzanne could come up with a solution to get her out of having to do it.

But Suzanne just made things worse - much worse. She said things like, "You know, I'd love to do the check because Alan's penis is so big and thick and full of tasty cum. It makes me so hot just thinking about touching it! But unfortunately I can't because I don't know the proper procedures, not to mention my poor eyesight. So I guess it's all up to you, you lucky dog." 

Susan grew more hot and bothered as Suzanne went on and on in this vein. In fact, Susan began rubbing her privates through her clothes, glad she was on the phone and not speaking in person so she could scratch her itch.

Suzanne was doing everything she could to weaken Susan's resolve. She'd already even called Akami and convinced her to decline Susan's suggestion that Akami could be paid to do the check. And contrary to what she told Alan the night before, Suzanne was the one who arranged that Katherine, Amy, and she would all be gone for the whole afternoon later that day. She made sure Susan knew that, to further box her in.

Now that Suzanne had Susan on the phone, she took the opportunity to describe all of the blowjobs she'd given Alan the night before in exquisite and loving detail. 

Susan got so hot and bothered that eventually she began to masturbate herself as Suzanne raved on the phone for nearly an hour about the joys of pleasuring Alan. 

Suzanne said things like, "Can you just imagine having such a hot and tasty slab of meat in your mouth, going in and out, in and out, in and out? Sliding between your lips over and over and over?"

Susan tried to be disapproving. "Okay, enough with the 'over and over' descriptions already. Besides, how do I know it would even fit in my mouth? The way you describe it, isn't it too big?"

"Oh, it's big all right. It might be a bit of a struggle to fit such a thick dick in between your lips, but you will. Believe me, you will. And the sense of achievement in fitting such a monster in, it can't be beat!"

"Don't you mean I could? Fit it in, that is? I mean, we're just talking hypothetically, right?"

"Oh, right. Hypothetically. Imagine, though, hypothetically getting Alan so hot that he isn't content to just let you suck on it, but he starts thrusting his hips, forcing his thickness deeper and deeper into your throat!"

"Oh my God! What would I do, Suzanne?! That sounds painful!"

Suzanne could tell by the way that Susan huffed and puffed into the phone that her friend had completely abandoned herself to all out masturbation. "No, it's not. It's the best! Your Tiger is such an aggressive beast! There's just no resisting a real man like him. He'll use your mouth for his pleasure, but trust me, you'll love it too when he does. And when he shoots off, then you'll get your sticky sweet reward!" She had a strong feeling that Susan was a natural submissive, so she was playing up that aspect for her. 

"Oh dear! It sounds scary. But it sounds like you're practically trying to talk me into allowing him to use me like that."

"Ha ha, of course I'm not. I'm just speaking hypothetically. You know, I'm just imagining what it would be like for you if you decided to help me save him from sin."

"Goodness! All that precious seed..."

"Falling uselessly onto the ground," Suzanne finished for her. "It's tragic, I know. I'm doing my part, dropping to my knees and opening my mouth so he could insert his giant hot stick between my rosy red lips every chance he gets. But I'm only at your house the same time he is a couple of hours a day. What about all the rest of the time? Who will help him then?"

Susan even switched over to speakerphone so she could use both hands to rub herself all over. Before long, about the only coherent things Susan could say into the phone anymore were, "You didn't!," "He didn't!," and "Oh my God!" Her desire to touch her son's erection was so great that she thought she would literally lose her mind. 

Suzanne was also masturbating herself, but with more self control, as she continued to goad her best friend over the phone. As time went on, she spoke less about her actions with Alan and began focusing more on Susan doing things to him. For instance, she asked, "You know the other day how I called myself Alan's favorite cocksucker?"

"Yeah?" Susan answered between pants.

"Well, I'd better enjoy that title while I still can, because as soon as you wrap your mouth around his hot, meaty stick, he's going to love it! You're gonna give me a good run for my money as we take turns licking all of his love juices out of him. Can you imagine that, you and I, taking turns on his licking stick?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 06



"No!" Susan's mind was filled with naughty thoughts on that very thing.

"Can you picture the ecstatic look on his face as he blows his load across your face and mine?"

"No!"

"Well, I can. You know how much he loves big breasts. What a lucky boy he will be to have the two hottest, bustiest moms in town fighting over his sweet meat. Jacking him off, stroking and blowing, licking his sticky seed..."

Susan knew Suzanne could hear just how labored her breathing had become, but she couldn't stop herself. "That's so wrong!"

"But we're saving him from sin with handjobs. And blowjobs. And remember, Susan, that having your sexy hunk of a son ravage your body, it's all about helping his medical condition. But believe me, this isn't just a good thing for that alone. And never mind how incredible it will make you feel. This will really strengthen the mother-son bond between you two."

"You think so?" Susan asked hesitantly and breathlessly.

"Oh yeah." 

"Haven't you noticed how much closer he and I have been this last week or so? Why do you think that is?"

"Well, I have noticed, but I hadn't thought about it..."

"I feel so close to him after I take his slippery dick in my mouth and let it slide around, running my tongue all over his shaft. And the big load of cum he shoots into my mouth - it's heaven! But what's really great is that afterwards, we feel so tender towards each other. I told you how last night we cuddled and just held each other tightly as he told me how much he loved me. If that's not bonding I don't know what is. I literally have never felt as close to my husband as I felt close to Alan last night." Suzanne didn't have to lie or exaggerate about any of that. 

She added, "Soon that'll be you cuddling up to your cuddly little Tiger in the afterglow of sticky, hot sex."

"Oh my God!"

"Of course, I'm speaking hypothetically. You may decide that your fear of the unknown can't be overcome. If so, that'll just mean more hot cock for me!" 

"Suzanne, really! Watch your language. Please call it a member. Or staff, perhaps. Or maybe an erection if it's in that state."

Suzanne rolled her eyes on her side of the phone call. "Sorry. I mean to say that'll mean more of his hot staff sliding in my hands and between my lips. Is that better?" 

"Um, yeah, I think so." Susan was so aroused she didn't know what to think. 

Before Suzanne hung up, she made Susan promise that she would take care of the abnormality check "problem" herself. 

Susan readily agreed, but said, "However, I'm only going to use my hands. To do any more, I just don't know. It seems wrong. I mean, what if my parents saw me with that giant shaft of manhood of his stuffing my face? Or my sister? What would she think?!" 

"She'd probably be jealous," Suzanne teased. 

"No, you don't know my sister. She'd have a hissy fit and I'd never hear the end of lectures about going to Hell. But if I did it in the most detached and clinical way possible with just my hands, well, at least they'd just disown me and wouldn't try to kill me, if they found out. Isn't that a good compromise?"

"Suit yourself. But don't be afraid to enjoy it. As long as it needs to be done, why can't you enjoy yourself in the process? Besides, who's going to tell her, or them? Please don't ask me to." 

"I don't know... Somehow, I'd feel better if I had to suffer through it. Then I wouldn't feel all those disapproving eyes staring at me." 

Suzanne complained, "Stop it with the staring eyes already. If your family knew what a good and caring mother you were to take care of this problem of his, they'd be cheering you on! Now, let's review again the right ways and wrong ways to play with your son's balls." She went on to lecture Susan in extremely graphic detail.

While it was true Susan did feel guilty, she also was very excited about what she'd "have" to do. The phone calls, plus many other recent conversations between Susan and Suzanne similar to it, had broken much of Susan's resistance. 

CHAPTER 5

School ended a few hours later and Alan returned home. He was surprised to find the house seemingly empty, especially since his sister usually beat him home. That appeared to confirm Suzanne's comment that everyone would be sent away. His heart was already pounding with worry, but not finding anyone doubled the intensity of his feelings. 

He was torn between wanting it to happen and not wanting it to happen, mostly because it was just such a scary and big step to actually take and not just fantasize about. A part of him clung to the hope that someone other than his mother would be home, because the idea of her touching his penis became so real that it frightened him. 

He wandered the house until he had no room left to search except for his mother's bedroom. As he expected, he found Susan there. "Howdy Mom. Have you seen Suzanne? Or Katherine?"

Susan was folding laundry, seemingly calm. But when she turned to him she had a very strange look in her eyes. "Suzanne's busy today. I don't think you'll see her until tomorrow. And your sister and Amy have gone shopping. I think it's just you and me. All afternoon."

"Oh." Alan gulped and his throat went dry.

Susan had stopped with the laundry and sat down on her double bed. She was dressed in her ordinary housecleaning clothes, except that Alan figured she wouldn't be wearing any bras or panties since Suzanne had "forced" her to stop wearing them (not to mention the fact that her nipples were so hard it seemed like they could be seen from miles away). But her appearing casual was feigned. In fact, she'd spent over half an hour just considering which type of perfume to wear (she picked a strawberry scent, knowing it was one of his favorite foods). 

She asked him, "Do you know what day it is, Alan?"

"It's Tuesday."

"That's right. And do you know what's special about Tuesday?"

"Uh, it comes right after Monday?" he lamely tried to joke. He could see exactly where she was going with this, and realized that Suzanne was completely correct about everything. 

She'd rehearsed this next bit, so it came out quickly. "What's special about this Tuesday, if you'll remember, is that it's the day your nurse said you need to have your private member checked for abnormalities. Every week. And since you say Suzanne doesn't have great vision, it's left up to me."

"Oh." There was a big pause from Alan. "Well." His nervousness doubled, and then doubled again. He felt faint. But somehow he went past his fear into an acceptance of the inevitable, and calmed down enough to go on.

"Do you mind, Tiger? If you mind, we don't have to do it. You seem very nervous. Does the thought of your own mother.... massaging... your, uh, private member; does that make you uncomfortable?"

"Well, yeah, it kind of does. Because, I mean, you're my mom, right? But Suzanne has been talking to me about boundaries, and being dispassionate. If you and I are very clear about boundaries, and this is for the doctor, then there's nothing wrong, right?" 

Alan was talking for himself as much as his mom, trying to rationalize this. Fantasizing was one thing, but reality was quite different. He had a very strong suspicion this was wrong or even illegal, despite what Akami and Suzanne had said.

"That's right, Tiger. It's vital we both have the right mental attitude, or we shouldn't do this. But since you do, is it okay if we begin?"

"What, here? Now?" He looked around as if searching for an escape route.

"I'll admit I'm nervous too. So we might as well get it over with, don't you think?"

Another gulp. "Yeah." He was amazed that she wasn't trembling like he was, but he didn't know she'd entered a zone where her superego mostly shut down and her id was free to run wild.

"Good," she said with more determination. Alan was standing and she was sitting on the bed, but she got up and motioned that he should sit down by her. 

He sat on the bed where she had just been. He tried not to show how just nervous he was, because he didn't want to scare her off. The truth was he was absolutely terrified. 

She continued, "I was thinking that, given the accidents you had with Akami the other day, it would be safer if I took off my shirt before we start. Don't you think?" 

Alan was suddenly reminded of the image of him shooting his cum all over the face and bra-clad tits of nurse Akami. He imaged that it was his mother in that role instead. He'd been flaccid from fear, but he grew rock hard in seconds.

Her eyes darted to his crotch. She had a hard time not licking her lips and she saw the great surge in his shorts. Suzanne's hour-long description of sucking and stroking hard erections was at the forefront of her thoughts. 

"Um, yeah, if you think so." He didn't want to appear too eager, again for fear of scaring her.

"I think that would be best," she said softly, as she began unbuttoning her shirt. "I think that would be very nice, in fact," she continued, mostly to herself. 

Alan realized that her hands were trembling and that she was at least somewhat nervous. He also realized that as she stood there a few feet in front of him, Mom is about to do a striptease for me! True, it's not a professional striptease with sultry music blaring in the background like the one Suzanne had given me just the night before, but she's taking her clothes off for me all the same. And this is my prudish and square MOM! He gulped again and his heart pounded like a hammer in his chest.  

She unbuttoned the buttons on her red blouse one by one. She was taking her time, drawing it out. Good gracious, what's wrong with me? I'm getting NAKED for my SON! I don't care what Suzanne says, this just has to be wrong. Some sort of demon must be taking control of me, because I feel terribly naughty and I don't care. He's so hard and hungry for me and I love it! 

When she finished with the buttons on her blouse, she left the blouse hanging on loosely and pulled her skirt down her legs. That caused her blouse to open up, revealing all of her milky left breast for some tantalizing long moments. She felt shivers of excitement raging through her at being gawked at that were so powerful she nearly fell over. 

She stood back up, regaining her balance on her high heels, and positioned her hands to open up her blouse so she could take it off altogether. But right then she froze and asked, "Tiger, be honest. Before your, uh, medical treatment began, did you ever think of me in, well, you know... that way?"

Alan was so aroused the room was practically swimming around. To say anything coherent was a huge undertaking. But he gathered his wits together enough to realize that if he said the wrong thing, she might stop undressing. 

The truth was, he had thought of her sexually sometimes. He tried his best not to, and consciously fought not to masturbate while thinking of her, but she was just so gorgeous that it was humanly impossible not to lust after her. But he also hated lying to his mother, so he dodged the question and said, "Mom, I'm sooo grateful for what you're doing. I know it can't be easy. I love you so much, my heart is about to burst." 

Susan beamed with joy. She didn't press the question because she could see in Alan's current agitated state it was an accomplishment to say even that. But it was just the right thing to say. She could feel the genuine love from him, along with plenty of lust, and that gave her the confidence to pull her blouse all the way off. 

She smiled shyly now that she was topless, and let him soak up a good look of the giant round monsters that were her breasts. She muttered, "God, this is so embarrassing."

Alan, seeing that she needed encouragement, said, "Why? Mom, you're so beautiful, you should never, EVER be embarrassed about your body."

She covered her chest with both arms. "But these big things. They're just too big. They're nothing but unwanted attention and back trouble, in my book." 

"Well, I love them. Just like I love all of you."

Susan beamed some more. She was still shy, but there was an extra spring in her step now. She bared her rack again and even thrust her chest out. He likes them! He is going to have to climax before we're done, and his cum will have to go somewhere. Who knows, maybe he'll shoot it all over me! All over my chest!

She immediately corrected herself, though. I can't think such thoughts! I'm the adult here, I have to keep my moral grounding or there's no telling WHAT might happen! She shivered all over as she briefly fantasized about some of the things that could happen, exactly. Mostly, she imagined her legs spread wide and her son's erection pounding in and out of her pussy. With another shiver of excitement, she forcibly banished the thought. 

She was down to just her panties and high heels (both red, his favorite color), but didn't make any move to remove the panties. "I thought I'd leave these on," she explained as she looked at them. "You wouldn't want your mother to be completely naked, would you?"

Just agree with the questioner, Alan thought. "No," he squeaked out.

"All right." She got down on her knees in front of him. "If you don't mind, I'll undress you now." She pulled his shorts off, and then his underwear. Strangely, she kept his shirt on. 

Alan noticed she now had a look of great hunger and anticipation in her eyes, but it was mixed with a look of anguish. 

She looked down at his turgid erection, bobbing in the air, and then up at his face. She asked imploringly, "Are you sure we're doing the right thing here? Maybe we should wait for Suzanne, poor eyesight and all?" 

Alan at first had a hard time responding, given the way she was inadvertently pushing her breasts together with her arms. 

But said with surprising decisiveness, "Mom, I love you so much. And I love you even more for doing this. I know how uncomfortable it must make you feel, but I practically want to cry when I know what you're willing to do to make me get better." 

Again, she couldn't help but smile when he said he loved her. She thought to herself, I just have to get this out of my system. Akami put this evil urge into my brain. Or was it Suzanne? In any case, I just have to satisfy my curiosity. 

And help him. That's what this is REALLY about. This is to help him. Then I can get back to normal. Just this one time, and then maybe Suzanne can do it next week and then keeping doing it after that. ... Or maybe I could. Once a week isn't so bad, is it? God, I'm so weak!

Now Alan sat there dressed in nothing but his T-shirt, looking at his mother dressed only in her panties. Please. Please. Dear Lord, don't have her stop now! Please, do it, Mom! Do it! 

Without saying anything more, she reached out with trembling hands and touched his penis for the first time.

She was panting heavily now, and so was he. Her massive boobs heaved like two rocking ships on a stormy ocean. She just held his penis for a minute, doing nothing more. She tried to calm her breath, but it was ragged and growing more ragged all the time. She felt light headed and wondered if she would faint if she couldn't bring her breathing under control. 

Alan felt much the same. He was struggling mightily not to cum, even though she was doing nothing more than just holding his erection. Then he thought he heard her mutter, "Remember: the penis. The abstract penis." 

Mumbling that repeatedly like a mantra seemed to calm her down some. Finally, she began moving her fingers over his shaft. She acted as if she'd never touched a penis before, which was true in a sense since she'd never allowed herself to just examine her husband's erection from close up. The old Susan always had sex in the dark (missionary position only). 

She wrapped a fist around the base and then began experimentally poking near the penis head.

She was curious about the special spot below the penis head that Suzanne had told her about (the fact that she needed to be told was an indication of just how little she'd touched her husband's erection with her hands over the years). She found herself repeatedly probing that spot with her fingertips. Soon, she was all but tickling it as she ran her fingertips back and forth. 

Alan couldn't help but groan, and quite loudly. Through gritted teeth, he managed to say, "Mom, not there! Too- ugh! Too sensitive!" He sensed that just the sight of his topless mother with her hands on his dick was going to push him over the edge already. He closed his eyes to try to delay his explosion.

"It's so wet already," she commented. She stopped tickling him near the head, but her other hand was starting to stroke near the base without her really consciously thinking about it. 

"That's 'cos you've got me so excited," Alan gasped.

She began stroking his shaft more firmly, going nearly from top to bottom. She spoke so quietly it was nearly inaudible. "I like how smooth it is. Smooth and wet. That makes stroking so easy."

Alan thought he was going to lose it for sure. Only the shame of premature ejaculation gave him the strength to hold out somehow.

Susan looked at the struggle playing out on his face. She remembered she needed to do the abnormality check before anything else. So she began at the base, and started pressing her thumb into it just as nurse Akami explained to do. She slowly attempted to cover every inch. She calmed herself by really seriously attempting to do the check.

Meanwhile, her other hand began working at the tip, slowly massaging it. She soon got over the initial awkwardness, and both of them began to grow more comfortable, especially once she found a rubbing rhythm. 

Alan relaxed a bit, realizing he could hold out longer if she kept doing just what she was doing for a while. It felt great, but not overwhelming. 

Then she grew bolder, and affirmed a decision in her mind. My Tiger has to cum. He needs to cum so very much! I can't let him leave here with blue balls, it wouldn't be right. 

She said to Alan, "The more times you can achieve ejaculation at the hands of others, the better, right? That's what the nurse says. So I thought we could do double duty here, just like she does."

They continued in silence. Alan's erection was dripping copious amounts of pre-cum, so the only sound in the room was their combined panting and the squish, squish, squish of her hands sliding around his slick shaft. 

Susan was thinking, This is so weird. I can't believe I'm actually going through with this. It feels so strange to pump my hands up and down this... thing. This member. Erection, I suppose. Doing this may not be the greatest thing since sliced bread like Suzanne was saying, but it's... nice. I could even get used to this, I think. 

Alan was having an increasingly difficult time not cumming, especially because Susan didn't pause or slow down when he was almost ready to reach orgasm like Akami and Suzanne usually did. In fact, she started to go faster and faster. It didn't help either that her face was now so close in his lap that he could feel her cool breath on the tip of his penis.

"Mom, watch out - I can't hold on!" he said, but it was already too late. "I'm going to do it!" he yelled.

She looked up briefly in surprise, and then closed her eyes. She was high on lust, more than she cared to admit. 

Alan began shooting his cum into her face as a supernova of orgasmic pleasure exploded within him. 

She was afraid of getting it in her eyes, even though she was wearing glasses. Just like she saw Akami do, she leaned back and took some of it on the chest instead. 

But while her eyes stayed closed, Alan was busy watching everything. He noticed that Susan had the most curious facial expression. It reminded him of when a person goes out in the rain, but instead of trying to avoid the water, they expose themselves to it, and luxuriate in the feeling of raindrops hitting all over their body. Mom's doing exactly that, except with my cum instead of rain. She loves it!




Six Times a Day Pt. 06



Susan did love it, even though she was trying to deny her emotions and pretend it was just a clinical procedure. 

Attempting to remain professional, she remembered some of Suzanne's detailed instructions on what to do. She recalled that it was extremely important to keep stroking at all times, so she did (though she didn't remember why it was so crucial). She felt the pulsing of cum in the warm erection in her hands and also felt the squirts on her chest. She recalled from the all too rare times she'd had sex with her husband that a man squirted like that a few times, maybe six at the most. 

But Alan just kept cumming and cumming, giving up ten ropes of cum at least. The jets of semen shooting from the tip of dick seemed never ending and the rush of orgasmic pleasure seemed to go on forever too.

Finally Susan opened her eyes in shock and stared at the last couple of his ropes shot out the tip of his dick. 



He cried out a deep guttural moan.

She cried out too, but her voice was higher and expressed more shock.

CHAPTER 6 

Alan was spent of his seed. He slowly came down from his erotic high. Dang! I can't believe it. That was AWESOME! INCREDIBLE! It was even better than with Suzanne, if such a thing is possible, just 'cos it was with Mom!



Susan though took longer to recover. She just stared at Alan in stunned silence for a minute or more. Cum covered her face and chest, mostly on the face. 

As her mind started to function better, she thought, Wow. That was REALLY strange. But not bad. In fact, I kind of liked it. I wonder why my hubby never insisted that I do this to him. Or did he and I was too hung up, with my religious restrictions to agree? But Ron could never cum that much with his little pecker. My son though, he just keep shooting and shooting and shooting! He must have been really excited. And I made him that way. That makes me feel good! 

She clutched at her wedding ring. Am I cheating on Ron? Suzanne says it's not cheating, but I just don't know. Ron hasn't been the best of husbands, but I still feel uneasy about doing this behind his back just the same.

Finally she said, "Well, that's that. I guess. What a strange world we live in, with mothers having to do this for their sons. Are you okay, Tiger?"

"I'm more than okay, Mom. You made me feel fantastic." The sight of his cum-covered busty mother was such a turn on to him that he never really lost his hardness. He was ready to go again nearly instantly.

Only then did she seem to notice all of the cum on her skin. Look at me. I'm covered in this ... white goo. Oooh. Gross! She asked no one in particular, "Oh my. What are we going to do with all of this sticky stuff?" 

Then she thought, But really, What's so gross about it? Suzanne's right, I need to get over my hang-ups. What did she call cum? That's right: "A tasty treat and a reward for a job well done." But it would be too unseemly to give any to this a taste. But Suzanne also said that Alan cumming so much and so often is a sign of his great virility. My Tiger could be a real tiger in bed! 

She looked at Alan with a new attitude and a face full of bliss. It struck her that her son was exceptionally sexually potent and talented, a true prize for any woman. She suddenly felt as if the cum all over her was the greatest thing ever. It seemed that she would just smile and gaze into his eyes for eternity. 

But then she began examining her chest more closely, running her fingers around and through the cum gobs. She knew that was a bit naughty, but she couldn't help herself. 

"Would you just look at me!" she said in a delighted tone. "I'm a complete mess! It's a good thing I took my shirt off."

Some of his cum had landed on her lower lip. She waited until Alan was looking elsewhere (which wasn't hard to do since his eyes were plastered on her chest and all points further down). Then she quickly sucked it into her mouth with her tongue. 

Darn it, that IS a tasty treat! She already knew his cum tasted great from a surreptitious taste at Akami's appointment, but the fresh taste confirmed her opinion and fed her hunger for more. I can't believe I'm saying that about my own son's cum! What have I turned into? Some kind of shameless hussy? But it's just a fact. Why does his spend have to taste so darn good?! 

One of her hands found a particularly large gob of cum on her chest, and scooped it up. She put it on the tip of her finger, and then sucked it into her mouth. Her desire was so great that she forgot to make sure Alan wasn't looking. 

When she did remember, she looked up to see Alan staring at her finger in her mouth. Busted! Damn. But the thing is, it's just too delicious to stop. Mmmm. 

Alan imagined the finger in her mouth was his penis. It wasn't hard to imagine, given the way she was treating it. She was pushing it in and out of her lips, making audible sucking noises on it as if trying to recover the very last remnants of cum so she could have it all. Even though he'd just cum, he could feel his penis was still rock hard and ready for more. 

Susan thought back to Suzanne's cocksucking "instructions" given during their earlier long phone call. While she hadn't sucked him off, Suzanne's advice seemed apt now. "A good cocksucker always swallows. Cum can be very messy, and the best way to clean up is to eat it all up. It's a sign of love to swallow. It's what good mommies do."

Susan was so aroused thinking about Suzanne's words that she couldn't stop herself. Closing her eyes in embarrassment, she said to Alan as she swiped up another gob with a finger, "Tiger, I hope you don't mind, but Suzanne said this is how I'm supposed to clean things up." 

She brought the gob up to her lips but held it there and waited for his reaction, half-fearing that he'd call her a freak. 

"Mind? I love it! Mom, you're the best!" 

With a big sigh of relief, she pushed the cummy finger into her mouth. She found herself rolling it around over her tongue to savor the taste. Mmmm. MMMM! Thank goodness he said that, because this stuff is better than chocolate. Better than ice cream! Heck, it's better than chocolate ice cream, heh-heh. I've heard that cum is supposed to taste bad, but Suzanne was so right that that's just not true. At least not with my cutie Tiger. Mmmm... Such a man... 

She closed her eyes and seemed to drift into a mellow ecstasy as she savored it even more. 

Alan was already aroused beyond belief as it was, but the sight of his cum all over her tremendous breasts was almost too much for him to take. The added sight of her openly eating some of his cum pushed him even further.

She scooped up even more cum from her chest, smearing her fingers with cum. Then she sucked up another big gob with a loud and nearly orgasmic "Mmmm!" 

She noticed that a small gob had landed on her wedding ring, a simple band of gold. But she was off in such a happy erotic la-la land that this only pleased her even more. She purposely and lovingingly licked the ring clean. 

Alan thought momentarily that he would faint, but he held his breath and the feeling thankfully passed. 

Susan's boobs were so large and so perfectly shaped that her cum-covered chest was a completely different sight to behold than when he splattered Akami's with her average sized boobs. Susan's chest seemed to Alan like two mighty mountains with a deep valley between them. His cum gobs couldn't keep their altitude on those mountains, and they began streaming down into her valley, especially as more fell down from her face. It occurred to him that her cleavage would be perfectly lubricated with his cum so he could slip his penis into that valley and fuck her there.

"I have no idea what to do with all this stuff," she said to him. "Is this much ... discharge ... normal? Suzanne said that I should eat it all up because, uh, otherwise..." 

She tried to remember the reason Suzanne gave and came up blank. (In fact, Suzanne hadn't given any reason and at that time the two of them were too horny to notice or care). So she ad-libbed, "Uh, or else it'll fall and stain the carpet." Her face turned red as she said this, because she was aware it was a pretty thin excuse to do something blatantly obscene. She added, "And I hope Suzanne warned you about the evils of letting your seed spill unto the ground."

Alan didn't know what that meant, but he remembered Suzanne had recently and cryptically used the exact same wording. He guessed it had something to do with making a mess and staining things, though he couldn't figure out why she said "ground" instead of "floor." 

Susan loved the taste of Alan's cum so much that she couldn't do anything else but eat more of it. Pretending not to notice that her son was blatantly staring, she soon began devoting her full attention to finding cum gobs with her fingers and sucking them into her mouth. 

Before long, she was not only putting the cum into her mouth, she was practically fucking her mouth with her fingers while she was doing it. She was fantasizing about sucking him off. Even as he blatantly stared at her mouth and chest, she was blatantly staring right back at his waving erection. Oooh! Goody! Look at that thing! Sooo big. I wonder how Ron would feel knowing how much bigger his son's member is. And not just bigger, but superior in every way. That's a penis I want to get to know intimately. My son is a stud! Mmmm. MMMM! More! 

She scooped up some more gobs and took her time to enjoy eating them up, one by one. I don't really remember why I'm supposed to eat this up, but I don't care. And as for stroking him, who am I kidding? It wasn't just okay, it wasn't just fun, it was GREAT! I could do that all day. I felt sooo good making him squirm and wiggle and practically burst with joy. And then when he DID burst, with cum, what a rush! 

If this is wrong, I don't wanna be right. 

She continued to scoop and lick while Alan just stared. Mmmm. More cum. Yum. This is sooo yummy, but I'll bet it tastes even better coming straight from the source. I've got a naughty little feeling that it won't be many days until I have the real thing inside my jaws and not just a finger. Oooh! That's a nasty thought, heh-heh. 

The sight of Susan devouring his cum with such obvious enjoyment and lust again made Alan giddy to the point of nearly passing out. Even so, he was very deliberately not touching his new erection. In fact, he was so turned on that he worried about premature ejaculation already. Dang! I really need to work on my PC muscle exercises so I won't embarrass myself. He had to close his eyes and concentrate on not cumming as best he could.

Finally, Susan ran out of his cum and ended up looking surprisingly clean as a result. She immediately focused her attention on the "source" for more. Using a voice dripping with lust, she said, "Oh, but look at you. Goodness! You're hard again. I forgot to slow down, and got you off too quickly. I'm afraid I forgot to finish our examination. We may just have to do it all over again." 

She smiled a wicked smile after saying that. What's happening to me, she thought idly, as if she was on the outside of her body looking in. Why am I acting like this, and why can't I stop? I'm supposed to be acting detached and clinical, but no one warned me how much FUN this is! ... Okay, true, Suzanne did, and in spades, and she is so right! As usual! How I love her. And she said it's perfectly okay to enjoy it. As long as it has to happen, why not have a little fun? Suzanne keeps telling me that too. 

"No, it's my fault!" Alan interjected. "I just couldn't hold out. ... You're just too damn sexy! Mom, you're so beautiful. You're too much. It's just amazing. And the way you did the, uh, abnormality check, well... Wow."

"No, you're just saying that," she said dismissively, but secretly she was more pleased by these compliments than she'd been by any other in years. "And you must think your mother is weird, tasting your, uh, discharge, but I don't know what else to do with it. I mean, this is a damn awkward situation, but... Is this okay? Are you sure we should continue?" There was anticipation in her voice.

"Yeah, it's okay," he replied. "It's way more than okay." 

Susan gave a great and very audible sigh of relief.

CHAPTER 7

"We'll have to do this at least once a week," Susan said excitedly as she grabbed her son's erection again. "Maybe more!" She frowned, and then asked with complete seriousness, "Could you ask Akami if maybe sometimes more than one abnormality check a week is necessary? You can't be too careful." 

Alan grinned. "I'll ask. But I agree that more often wouldn't hurt. In fact, it's good to play it safe."

Susan smiled. "I agree whole-heartedly. So I'm sure, that since we're going to be doing this a lot from now on, as we go on, we can become more professional about it. Do you mind, your frumpy old mother jacking you off at least once a week and then eating up all your, uh, discharge? Could you live with that?" She resumed the abnormality check as she talked. 

He knew she was fishing for compliments, but he was very happy to sincerely give them. "Live with it? Mom, I love it! You're no frump; you're the sweetest, kindest, greatest, sexiest mom in the history of the world! I could easily 'live' with you doing that once a day. Heck, once an hour!"

She blushed, immensely pleased. "Shucks. You're just saying that. I'm sure you prefer Suzanne's help much more."

"Mom, Suzanne is amazing, but you're totally amazing too. Of course, Suzanne has years of experience, but you'll learn to be just as good as her, I'm sure." 

"You think?" A determined look crossed her face. "Well, I'll try." 

His mind nearly overloaded with pleasure as he imagined Susan giving him handjobs for years on end, all the while competing with Suzanne to see who was best at it.

As she talked, she was already "examining" every inch of his erection with her fingers, but the abnormality check wasn't the same as a full-on handjob and didn't feel nearly as good to Alan. 

A light bulb went off in his head. "Mom, why don't you practice giving a handjob right now? Then I can better compare how you do it to Suzanne's style. We can get back to the check after you practice for a while." 

Her whole face lit up with delight, even though logically his idea didn't make much sense. "What a good idea!" Both hands began pumping up and down on his shaft. 

Alan had to stifle a loud groan, both over what she was doing and her obvious joy in doing it. He was glad that at least he was able to hold out longer and enjoy it now that he'd already cum once. 

After a couple of minutes, she said as she happily stroked, "I must admit, I'm not very good at giving your member a... massage. Your father and I, we've never really been into that kind of thing so I've never even given a blowjob before. Everything we did, it was fumbling around in the dark. I feel kind of inadequate, especially knowing how talented our next door neighbor 'Jessica Rabbit' is at it. I really want to be good at these handjobs, but I just don't know what to do."

"Mom, don't talk like that, or I'm going to lose it already. And slow down or stop rubbing from time to time, if you want me to hold out longer. I'm hoping we can practice for a long time." 

She grinned. "Me too." She began going more slowly. Mmmm. It's so warm. I know I'm going to be damned to Hell for this, but I have to admit that it's such a pleasure just to hold it. I almost wish that guys didn't have their orgasms, just so I could hold it and stroke it forever. But what did Suzanne say? "Don't just stroke it, love it." Suzanne gives the BEST advice. Tiger, I love you baby! And I love holding your co- ... uh, member.

A minute or so later, she asked, "How is this, Tiger? Do you like this? Is this what Suzanne does?"

Alan suggested, "It's beyond great. But if you put your whole body into it, then your chest shakes in the most delightful way in time with the stroking and I absolutely love that." Wondering if he'd pushed too far, he added, "You know, visual stimulation and all that, it, uh, helps with my cure."

Susan seemed to like that idea too. She sat forward with her chest thrust out while he sat right at the edge of her bed. She immediately began stroking in a way that caused her upper arms to move, not just her lower arms. That in turn set her rack lightly jiggling. "Is that good? Is that how Suzanne does it?" 

Alan went on, "Mom, it's great. But as for Suzanne... Um... You don't have to do exactly what she does. I'm sure you can be just as good as her, in your own style. Just watch my face and hear my groans to find out what I like the most. It just takes a little practice." It was a hard thing to think of an encouraging answer to, especially while he was being stroked so pleasurably. But he seemed to say exactly the right thing.

Susan had definitely found her cock-stroking rhythm. Her hands pistoned up and down over his pre-cum soaked shaft ever more excitedly with each passing minute. All thoughts of eventually resuming the abnormality check were completely forgotten. Sometimes she used both hands on it, and sometimes she dropped a hand to her sopping wet panties to touch her clit there. She was on fire. 

"Oh, yes, Tiger! Practice! We need more practice! A lot of practice. A lot... So much practice!" She said this between heavy breaths as she reached a crescendo of excitement. Once again her chest heaved and bounced in ways that caused as much excitement for Alan as what her hands were doing.

She continued to stroke him with gusto, but she began to pay attention to his reaction more and vary her techniques to test what worked best. With his first climax she was uncontrollably excited and stroking madly and passionately. But now took her time a bit more this time around, exploring every inch with slower movements, to better prolong his joy. She tried to remember some of the practical tips Suzanne had mentioned during their many recent handjob discussions. Occasionally she asked him if he liked this or that technique, but his answers weren't that helpful since he loved everything. 

That is, until he groaned particularly loudly with undisguised lust.

"What is it? What did I do?"

He was almost afraid to say, but he told her. "Um, Mom, that spot on the underside of the penis head where your fingers are pressing right now? That's the most sensitive spot. When you stroke me there like you were just doing, I practically see stars."

'Oh reeeeeally?!" She was all smiles. She remembered how much importance Suzanne had given to that spot. At least one of her hands always seemed to be focusing there from then on. 

Time moved forward like a blur. Alan was hardly aware of where he was or even who he was. It was like he was been entranced by her slow rhythms, and was drifting in some alternate plane where nothing existed but pleasure and arousal. His eyes were glassy and his face was filled with a great mindless grin. 

Suddenly he came to, and found himself again shooting his cum all over his mother's face and chest. He was enjoying himself so much that he forgot to struggle to delay the climax. 

Susan had enjoyed his climax the first time, but she'd been more shocked than anything. This time, she could fully appreciate the experience. She was in seventh heaven as his cum shot toward her face and chest. Before, she was a bit afraid of the "gross" cum, but now she treated it like manna from Heaven. "Yes! Yes! YES!" she cried at the top of her lungs as she leaned forward to make sure all the cum hit her. 

Alan noticed she was shaking wildly and realized she must be climaxing too.

As each rope began to fly shorter distances, she shook his erection more vigorously, coaxing out more and more until it dripped and then stopped altogether. Then she fell back onto the floor, emotionally and mentally overcome.




Six Times a Day Pt. 06



For the first time, it occurred to Alan that Susan may have enjoyed the experience as much or even more than he did, which was saying quite a lot.

"Look at all your cum, Tiger!" she finally said, as she slowly writhed about on the floor. "You just about covered me in cum! God, it's SO HOT! Mommy loves it! Mommy needs MORE CUM!" 

She was still in the throes of an extraordinary orgasm. Whenever she had sex with her husband she rarely had any orgasms at all, but now she was having a whole series. It kept going long after she stopped touching Alan. 

Eventually she settled down, but her body still occasionally buckled from the intensity of it all, like an animal that continued to twitch long after it was dead. She thought, I had no idea that a person could feel this good! I must be multi-orgasmic. To think I was married all these years and I never knew.

Her breathing finally began to calm, but her erotic mood only heightened. She was like a drug addict who just had the world's greatest high, and was now ready to do anything for more. She took one hand and began rubbing the cum into the skin of her chest. "It feels soooo good!" 

Suddenly the thought occurred to her, We never did quite finish that abnormality check, did we? I guess we'll just have to do it all over again later, heh-heh!

With her other hand she began rubbing her wet crotch through the thin fabric of her panties. Then she pushed her panties aside, and plunged her fingers directly into her dripping pussy. She knew masturbating in front of Alan was extremely wrong and far outside the bounds of the abnormality check, but she couldn't control herself. 

However, her pussy was sensitive from the recent climax. She had to stop and let her body recover. Her panties more or less fell back into place. 

Alan was disappointed by that, since he hadn't been able to get a clear view of her pussy in the short while she was playing with it. But he too was in recovery mode and in no mood to complain about anything at all, given the incredible experience he'd just had. 

"Look at me, Tiger," she said as she ran two of her fingers down her cleavage, scooping up some cum along the way. "You cum sooooo much. It's just too much. What am I supposed to do with all this cum?"

Alan surprised himself by saying in a very matter-of-fact tone, "Why, Mom, I think you're going to eat it."

"Oh Tiger, that's so nasty! You're just such a nasty, cum-filled boy. Is that an order?"

Despite his sexual inexperience, he could tell what she wanted to hear. "Yes. Yes it is. Mom, I want you to eat up all my cum. Every last bit."

She loved being ordered what to do (though she didn't consciously know that yet) and chills of excitement ran up and down her spine. "Oh my! What a naughty boy! I guess if that's what you want, I'll have to do it. The only thing is..." - she paused as she sucked a cum gob off of a finger - "I kind of like having it on my skin, too. It's like you're... marking me. ... Claiming me, even." She ate more cum. "Geez, listen to me. That sounds crazy! We're supposed to just be having an abnormality check here, and look at me!" 

Alan looked at her. The sight of her rocking gently back and forth on the floor to some unheard rhythm while eagerly finding and eating his cum was blowing his mind. Even though he'd just cum twice in a short period of time, he was a bit surprised his penis didn't lurch back into action yet again, because every thing she did was just too arousing to take. Mom is just such a sexual dynamo! Who would have ever figured?! 

Being "ordered" to clean up his cum took her to even greater heights of excitement, even though she'd all but told him to order her to do it. She simply couldn't help her urges and resumed frigging her pussy despite a lingering sensitivity there. At the same time, it appeared that her other hand was out of control, running through his jism and scooping it up to consume it as fast as she could instead of savoring the taste. While she did all this, she apologized profusely and sincerely, "Oh no! Forgive me! I'm so sorry, Tiger. Please don't look, but I just can't control my hands! I'm too worked up! So improper! Oh my God! So very... Yes!" 

Somehow she managed to continue her search for cum even as her body bucked even more wildly. 

Alan ignored her feeble request to not look at her, because her eyes told him a different story. He thought, I've seen a lot of sexy things in the past few weeks, but this is the most out of control sexy thing I've ever seen! Just look at my mom, my so-called prudish mom. She's writhing on the floor with gobs of my cum all over her face and smeared all over her massive tits. But that's not all! She's got a hand under her panties and plunging into the depths of her pussy while her legs buck and kick in the air. It's like she's being royally fucked by an invisible man!

CHAPTER 8

Alan looked down at himself. His weary penis had been flaccid seconds before, but now it was hard as a diamond. This is insane! he thought. I'm sorry mom, but I have to fuck you right here and now! I don't care if this is called motherfucking; I don't care about anything anymore but fucking! You're begging for it! I'm going to give it to you!

He stood up. His erection was pointing towards his mother and seemed to have a will of its own. It was honing in on her pussy as she writhed on the floor. He got down on his knees and began moving in and over her. He had a very depraved look in his eyes.

She suddenly looked up at him, and seemed to quickly sober up. "Tiger! What do you think you're doing?!" She could tell he intended to fuck her and realized she had to do something fast to stop him.

She lunged forward as if she was attacking him. Her mouth aimed for his penis, and she took it into her mouth as he fell backwards towards the bed. The remaining gobs of cum on her flew in every direction. 

Alan hit the floor on his butt, and then his back hit the side of the bed. His mother still had her mouth wrapped around his penis. He was somewhat surprised she had managed not to bite or hurt it as he fell. 

As they both adjusted and recovered, she thought, Oh my God! I have my son's member in my mouth! Actually, I should call it a cock now because I'm cocksucking! I'm a naughty cocksucking mommy, heh-heh! It feels so GOOD! So THICK and BIG! I can barely stretch my lips around it. 

She placed her hands on his knees and immediately began sucking vigorously. It was clear she was inexperienced in cocksucking, and at first she repeatedly gagged. But after a few attempts she learned not to try and take so much in at once. 

Alan grabbed her by her long hair, and yelled, "Yes! Yes! Suck it! Like that! Keep sucking!"

With one hand he reached down and tried to grasp her boobs, which were now swinging wildly backwards and forwards. But he was moving and so was she, and he couldn't think, so all he could manage were some rough gropes.

Susan didn't like that though, fearing sexual escalation again. She put her hands on his legs and managed to slowly push him further away from the edge of the bed. That allowed her breasts to mush up against the bed so he didn't have so much to grope.  

Alan accepted the new position easily. While it would have been nice to grope at the breasts he'd secretly wondered about for years, he was so far gone with pleasure that he could hardly mind anything, much less think clearly.

Susan quickly learned that a good technique was to suck deep and then pull almost all the way off, and repeat, in an imitation of fucking (even though her definition of deep at this point wasn't very deep at all). Normally this would have set Alan off quickly, but since he had just cum twice in the last half hour, he found that he could keep going and going.

Susan's whole body began wildly bucking again as she was wracked by more orgasms. She pulled her mouth off of his penis and began jacking it off instead. For one thing, her jaw had grown tired surprisingly quickly, and for another she was eager to talk to him.

"Tiger, Mommy is a real cocksucker now! What do you think of that?" 

"Oh Mom!" Alan was beyond speaking. There were no words to convey his joy. 

"It's so good! It's just like Suzanne said it would be. Better, even!"

Her whole body bounced up and down like a pogo stick in time to her stroking. She sat on her legs, and slid one foot between her legs and tried to press her pussy down onto it. As she bounced, she was able to gain a small measure of satisfaction using her heel to rub against her pussy. 

Meanwhile, her hands flew back and forth over his turgid penis. Both mother and son were truly beyond coherent speech now, and they just screamed and moaned incoherently. 

Finally, with the loudest groan yet, Alan began to shoot his seed.

Susan rapidly put her mouth back over his erection and prepared to drink it all in. But her inexperience showed again, and most of it dribbled out of her mouth and down her cheeks and chin.

Both of them finally fell to the floor. 

Alan almost passed out on the spot, he was so spent, but he managed to stay conscious. He again looked at his mother. Now most of three loads had landed on her face and chest, minus all the gobs she'd eaten or directly swallowed. 

She was rubbing his hot sperm all over her face, working it into the skin. Then she took her cum-soaked hands and rubbed the rest of her body, writhing like an exotic dancer. 

"Oh!" she cried. "Son! My special son. You've covered me! Covered me in cum! So good!" Her body buckled and he wondered if she'd cum yet again. But eventually her hand movements became slower and slower, and finally stopped altogether. 

They lay in silence for a few minutes. The only sound was their heavy breathing - it was as if both of them had just run a race. 

The only thought going through Alan's mind was how long it would take his penis to recover its strength, so he could give his mother the proper fucking she so richly deserved. Looking at her boobs heave up and down with every heavy breath, he figured it wouldn't be long before he was hard again and he would be inside her.

But then she spoke up. She spoke calmly, if a bit raggedly. "Tiger, I enjoyed that," - that was a gross understatement, they both knew - "but it wasn't exactly what I expected would happen here. To say the least! Remember. You have to remember, we have to have limits. Just like you have with Suzanne. If I didn't know better, I thought for a moment there you were going to cross a line. We can't have that, can we?" 

When he didn't answer, she answered for him. "No! We can't!"

She sat up and looked at him. Somehow her panties were still on, even though they were completely soaked. Both of them were drenched in sweat. "Do you understand me? Do you have the willpower to maintain limits?" She seemed very serious. 

Alan suddenly felt very abashed. His passion was rapidly abating in the wake of the change of mood, and he grappled with hiding his true feelings. "Yes, mom, I would never think of such a thing." 

Neither would even state what that thing was, but both knew they were talking about fucking. Mother fucking.

She was still worried. "You weren't planning to..." She couldn't say the words.

"No mom, of course not. Really. I don't know what I was doing; I just wanted more. But not that. Never!" 

His lies apparently convinced her.

"Good." She was happy now. "If you realize and respect your boundaries, then there's no reason why we can't do this kind of thing more often. You have to remain detached, and remember that this is just a medical procedure." 

Alan nearly laughed at that, until he realized she was serious. 

"Tiger, as long as you have to ejaculate, there's no reason why we can't have some fun in the process, right? I know you and Suzanne have fun. God, how I know that. She tells me every last detail. But I don't want you to even think about crossing the line. Do I make myself clear? For instance, you shouldn't have tried to grope at my breasts. Suzanne should have taught you that that is off limits. Didn't she teach you that?"

"Yes, she did," he replied, though he recalled that that particular boundary and quite a few others were already being heavily violated when he was with Suzanne. 

But he thought, I still don't understand why I can't touch or kiss, even as I'm getting my cock sucked! Talk about strange rules. But then he remembered, Well, I suppose the whole point is for me to ejaculate. Cocksucking helps that a lot more than kissing or tit fondling would, so it makes sense it a weird kind of way. 

"Good," Susan said. "That's a good dear. Now let's get things cleaned up here. I'm sorry. I got carried away and got you too excited. I will, we will, do better next time. And look: it seems your mommy has made a mess on the carpet. A very big mess!"

It had been years since she'd referred to herself as "Mommy" but some part of her was still feeling very naughty and she liked how it sounded. Also, Suzanne had been calling her that some in their more excited conversations and she discovered it turned her on. 

The two of them started cleaning their mixed fluids that had spilled onto the floor (in fact, they were almost all from Susan's leaky pussy). Slowly, their raging urges came under control, even though Alan still only wore a shirt and Susan just her soaked panties. 

Susan grabbed herself at the crotch when Alan wasn't looking and swished her panties around. Her sticky juices made lewd squishing sounds, but she found it delightful. She'd never been so wet in her life. She touched her clit and nearly screamed because it felt so good. 

Alan got some damp towels and began rubbing the carpet with them while Susan began changing the bedspread, since a lot of his cum had dripped onto it. They even found bits of cum that had shot many feet across the room.

After a while, Susan asked Alan in a much more subdued mood, "Tiger, do you think that what we did was okay? Are you sure that this is... okay?"

"Yeah, Mom. We just have to maintain those boundaries. After a while we'll become more used to this, and with routine it will be easier to maintain those limits." He fervently hoped that wasn't true, but didn't know what else to say.

"You're probably right, Tiger." She sighed, very serious. "I wonder if I'm being a good mom. The way you looked at me right before I sucked you... Tiger, you looked like a real Tiger! You scared me! Promise me you won't ever do that again. I don't know how strong my willpower can be. I'm not as strong as Suzanne. Promise me that you will be strong for me, and that you will never, ever cross the lines I've set. Do you promise, with all of your heart?"

Alan seriously thought about it and said, "Yes. Of course I promise. I would never want to hurt you." He took this kind of promise very seriously. He'd never broken such promises to his mother. But on the other hand, after all that had happened he wanted nothing more in the world than to fuck her. He wanted it even more than fucking Suzanne. 

So he mentally searched for a loophole. "But like yesterday, you had me put suntan lotion on you, even though I'm not supposed to touch you. What if something like that happens?"

"Of course, Tiger, in a situation like that, if I say it's okay, then it's okay. But don't do anything otherwise, okay? Not even in your thoughts, if you can help it."

"Okay." He'd found his loophole. She's not saying that I can't go further or even fuck her, but that she has to give permission first. That's only fair. I'm not a bad person; I'm not a rapist. I swear to myself I'll never violate that rule and do something against her will. 

They finished cleaning up.

The whole time they cleaned, Susan was still wearing nothing but her panties. 

Alan grew increasingly distracted by her jiggling boobs the more he recovered from the previous orgasm. 

She seemed to take her sweet time cleaning up, and purposely shook her rack as she rubbed the carpet with a damp towel. Now that she'd gotten started, all she wanted to do was make her son hard and then drain him dry. 

As they finished up, Susan pulled her panties down a bit, and said, "Look, they're still wet!" 

Alan drew close to ostensibly check out the wetness of the panties, though many other sights on her body caught his interest. Once he stopped looking at her exposed bush and pussy, he noticed that, sure enough, there was a large puddle of cum collected in her absolutely soaked panties. He took a deep whiff of her musky pussy, and noted from mere inches away that it was still very actively leaking. He watched a rivulet drip down her thigh.

She bemoaned her soiled panties as she pulled them the rest of the way off. "Oh dear. So sorry for making this mess, Son. It was very improper of me. I guess I'll have to go put these in the washer." 

She tossed them away and stood there in her naked glory. Yes! This is how I should be all the time: naked for my son! I don't know why, but it just feels so good, like I BELONG like this forever! The only thing better would be naked and with his fat stiffy in my mouth. Oh dear. Susan, get a hold of yourself! 

She looked at his crotch. He still was only wearing a T-shirt, and had to keep a hand on his lower abdomen to keep a newly raging hard-on pushed up under his shirt towards his stomach. 

She added huskily as she pointed between his legs, "That is, unless you need some more help down there."

Alan realized with a start that her cleaning in the nude and the display of her panties was a calculated ploy to get him hard and ready again. But he was tired; so tired that he was afraid of a complete collapse. "Thanks mom, I'd love that, but I gotta take a nap first. We should do that first thing when I wake up."

She hugged him and tenderly kissed the top of his head. As she'd recently grown so fond of doing, she delighted in rubbing her hard nipples in circles around his chest. 

Again, Alan, felt the desire to throw caution to the wind and kiss her and grope her wildly. He wished his dwindling erection could be maintained, but due too his tiredness it could only take so much excitement. 

She said as their bodies stayed pressed together, "Thank you for your willpower, my big strong son. Mommy loves her Tiger so much." She kissed the top of his head again, and held him some more, but this time it was more of a tender hug than an overwhelming erotic assault hug.

Alan retired to his bed. He immediately fell into a deep, deep sleep.

CHAPTER 9

When Alan woke up, in a flash he remembered what had just happened between him and his mother. His penis instantly grew erect and he was overcome with extreme horniness. He felt the need to share another climax with Susan without any further ado. He began stroking his penis beneath the sheets of his bed.

He heard a soft feminine voice say the word "Tiger," and imagined it was his own imagination, a fantasy of his mother calling for him out loud as he fucked her. But then he heard it again, and realized it was actually coming from somewhere in his room. He opened his eyes in shock and fear, let go of his growing erection like it was a hot stove, and looked around.

There was his mother, sitting on a chair right next to his bed. She was smiling at him patiently. She'd apparently taken a shower, because she looked clean and smelled fresh, with a faint peach scent this time. She wore an oversized T-shirt that was literally only the thinnest pretext of wearing any clothes at all. She wasn't wearing anything below the waist except for a pair of panties. 

Alan could see her dark and hard nipples clearly though the white shirt. His fear dissolved into lust as he saw how horny she was.

She said jokingly, "Tiger, you did say you needed help as soon as you woke up." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 07



Six Times a Day, Part 7: Paint It, Black 

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. If you're interested in the illustrated version, try Googling "Six Times a Day." On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again. 

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CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Oct. 17)

When Alan woke up the next morning he found his mother's mouth already wrapped around his penis.  

"I've come up with a new design for an alarm clock," Susan whispered in the darkness. "Do you like it? I call it the 'cock hungry mother.'" 

She'd kicked the sheets completely off of the bed. She lay on top of his lower half, and her whole body went up and down over him as if she was doing push ups on top of him. Again she was topless, and at every downstroke when she nearly swallowed his entire erection, her tits pushed down onto the tops of his legs. 

Halfway through her tongue-vacuuming of his crotch, they heard Katherine open her door across the hall and walk a few feet down the hallway and into the bathroom, but even that didn't slow down Susan's not-so-quiet tonguing.

Alan thought to himself, Dang. Now that she's started, it seems she literally can't get enough of my penis! Not that I'm complaining, but who'd have figured my mother to act like this? Damn! Fuck yeah! Every morning, to wake up like THIS. Sweet! I'm in heaven!

With Katherine nearby, she was forced to pull her mouth off and whisper, "Tiger, you have to be quiet now, you hear? We can't let Angel know I'm in here."

"Okay, I'll try," he whispered back.

A few moments later, Susan was assaulting his erection with everything she had. She thought, I want his cum and I want it now! Her whole head bobbed up and down madly, her long brown hair flying and falling over everything. One hand grasped at his scrotum and the other wandered over his chest as if frantically searching for another dick to jack off.

Then Katherine knocked on Alan's door. "Brother? You in there? You can't oversleep again, you silly sleepyhead." She had to shout to be heard through his thick door. 

"Um, I'm just getting up, Sis!" he shouted back.

Susan had paused when she heard the knock, but it didn't slow her down for long. She made it hard for Alan to coherently string two words together, the way she was licking and sucking.

Katherine heard the warble and strain in his voice. "You okay? You sound funny. Ooooh! I know what you're doing. You're not just getting up, you're getting IT up, aren't you?" She giggled.

"Um... Well..." Alan couldn't talk. He was practically cross-eyed, he was straining so hard not to cum. He looked down and saw Susan's head flying up and down wildly and felt her tongue doing indescribably wondrous things.

Katherine took his feeble failure to answer as confirmation. "A-ha!" Her voice changed, becoming softer and more tentative even as she spoke loudly to be heard. "Do you need some help? Maybe with some visual stimulation? Can I come in?"

"Um, no! I'm good! This is kind of, uh, private. Please?" He was sweating with nervousness and excitement.

"Okay then, see you downstairs. Sorry for interrupting."

Susan hadn't slowed down a bit, not even when her daughter asked if she could come in. She knew Alan and her were both close to climaxing and she would not be denied. 

Alan shoved four fingers in his mouth and clamped down on them to stifle his loud groans as he came. "Fuuuuuuuck!" he gasped, only partially managing to stifle his voice. 

A torrent of cum flew into Susan's mouth. Shivers of joy ran up and down her spine. Nothing ever felt so good in her whole life as having all that incestuous cum flood down her throat. 

She recovered quicker than he did. Still topless, she chided him, "Did I hear you say a naughty word? You know that's not allowed."

Alan's mind reeled. Her bared boobs are still friggin' bouncing in every direction and my cum is on her lips, yet she's chiding me for using the word 'fuck'? Fuuuuuccckkk. This new life is too weird for me to handle. 

He chose to ignore her words and just said, "Mom, you were fantastic!"

She was all smiles while trying to act business-like and responsible. "Why, thank you." She got up and put her robe back on. "Let's hurry up and eat breakfast, so we'll have time to play some more before you go to school. I think you know what I mean by playing." She licked her lips seductively, her tongue making a complete circle around her mouth. 

She went out his door, looking both ways down the hall to make sure Katherine wasn't still there to catch her.

Once she was alone, she thought, I'm bad. So bad! There was no excuse for that, none. We really have to stop this terribly improper, well, member, uh, oral manipulation? Heck, it's a cocksucking. It's a nasty act with a nasty name. Proper ladies don't suck cocks, even if it is medically needed. Suzanne can do that for him. Not that she's not a lady, sorry Suzanne, but she's not his mother! I have to stop before I'm completely out of control!

She sighed. Why though, does it have to be so wonderful? I can still taste his seed in my mouth and I love it so much that I just want to jump for joy! I must be a horrible person. 

CHAPTER 2

Susan and Katherine both wore robes again for breakfast, and again they had considerable "difficulty" keeping them closed. 

Susan in particular felt much less inhibited than she'd been the morning before, which wasn't surprising given all that had happened since then. The moral reservations she'd had after the morning blowjob flew away as soon as she saw Alan come into the dining room with an obvious hard-on. 

She was shameless. Within minutes, she found herself sitting in the chair next to Alan, slouching down in it so her ass hung nearly off the edge of the seat. That allowed her to open her knees and present him her thick bush as if on a silver platter. As Alan finished his breakfast, she teased him in a husky voice, "Is there anything else you'd like to eat?"

"No, I'm good for now," he managed to croak out in an unsteady voice, staring at her hair pie.

"That's too bad." She smiled, reached out and began blatantly stroking his penis through his shorts. "You know, a growing boy like you has a big appetite. You've been growing a lot lately - growing hard!"

Katherine was in complete shock. She'd expected another morning of teasing like what happened the day before, but clearly something had happened between mother and son in the meantime and she didn't know what. 

Susan for her part knew she shouldn't be touching his crotch with Katherine right there, but she simply couldn't resist. She felt like she'd gone slightly crazy and she simply was not in control of her body. She said, "I'll bet you need some more help this morning, don't you?" She squeezed the tip of his penis through the fabric as she said this. 

Alan nearly came right then in his pants like he did the morning before. 

Katherine couldn't see her mother's hand on her brother's prick because the table was in the way, but from the way Susan leaned forward, swaying her jiggling boobs, and the way Susan's arm moved, she knew full well what was happening. In fact, she found herself strangely turned on just from seeing her turned on mother, something that had been happening a lot in the last couple of days. 

Susan's robe was now mostly on her chair and on the floor, leaving the horny mother effective nude from the waist up. She was ashamed to be undressed like that in front of her daughter, and had the wildly improbable hope that somehow Katherine wouldn't notice. 

Susan would have loved to suck Alan off then and there if it hadn't been for Katherine sitting nearby. She asked, irritated, "Angel, don't you have to take a shower or something?"

Katherine herself was irritated at her mother. Normally she wouldn't have wanted to say anything to discourage her mother's sexual awakening, but shock and irritation overrode her other considerations. "I do, but I don't appreciate getting kicked out of the kitchen. What's gotten into you? You're acting so strange. I can see what you're doing, you know. I mean, your whole top is uncovered! Did something happen between you and Alan last night?"

Katherine failed to mention that her robe had fallen off of one of her shoulders as well, leaving her right breast completely uncovered.

Susan though, was so busy staring at her son's bulging erection that she didn't even look in Katherine's direction. She sighed in fond remembrance. "Yes. Something happened all of yesterday, in fact. I decided that it's best that I personally take care of Alan's masturbation problem." 

She still had her hand on Alan's bulge, and gave it another squeeze. "Oh yes! I'm helping him out in a very direct way." She was tempted even more to start stroking him right there, but restrained herself because of Katherine, and continued to merely hold the bulge. Even just holding it, she found herself rhythmically squeezing it through his shorts.

"Brother, what is Mom talking about?" Katherine asked with great concern.

Alan was nearly panicky with arousal, but managed to explain, "Mom is helping me out just like Suzanne is, now. Her mouth, her hands. Everything. It's so great!" He closed his eyes and exulted in his glorious memories from yesterday.

Susan also closed her eyes in ecstasy. "Oh yes, Angel. Your mother is sucking your brother's, er, member. And she loves it!" 

Katherine cried, "MooooOOOOoooom! How could you? How could you?" She wasn't upset about the incestuous aspect - far from it. Instead, she thought, If Mom is giving Alan handjobs and blowjobs now, he's not gonna pay any attention to me any more. I'm sitting here with my tits hanging out of this robe, and he hardly notices! What the hell am I going to do if I'm up against my centerfold mom? If I get naked and he doesn't notice me, what more can I do to attract him?!

Susan had nothing to say in response to her daughter's complaints, but just kept staring at her son's crotch like a crazed and starving animal. She was tired of having to squeezing it through his shorts and began unzipping his fly. She said eagerly, "Tiger, it looks like you need more help this very minute to reach your daily target, don't you?" 

Alan saw trouble brewing between his mother and sister, so he said, "I'm going to take a shower now. That'll give us all time to calm down a little bit." He got up and left.

Susan came to, somewhat, after Alan walked away. Her hands were trembling again, and she suddenly felt ashamed in front of her daughter. She bowed her head so she wouldn't have to look Katherine in the eye. 

She went to the kitchen to fix herself a cup of coffee to gain more distance from her daughter and to calm herself down. She said from the other room, her eyes closed with shame, "Angel, please forgive my behavior. I don't know what's gotten into me. When I get close to him, I... I can't explain it. Something took over. But if you only knew how good it feels!"

Katherine was still seething at her mother, mostly with jealousy. But she held her tongue, merely saying, "Don't 'Angel' me! I'm going to go take my shower too." However, right as she walked up the stairs and almost out of earshot, she added, "If it feels so good, maybe I should try it out too." 

That doubled Susan's guilt. She felt like crying. I'm corrupting my whole family. I'm so awful! But there still was an erotic buzz running through her that stopped her from fully giving in to her guilty feelings.

The Plummer house had two bathrooms with showers. One was just off of Susan's master bedroom, and the other was across from Alan's room and next to Katherine's room. Both the kids normally used that one, but when they both had to rush to school, one of them, usually Katherine, sometimes was forced to use Susan's shower.

So that's what Susan assumed when Katherine said she had to shower. 

But Katherine went to her room, and took off her robe and the hair band on her head. She planned to get naked in the same shower as Alan and at least temporarily lure him away from Susan. At the last minute she threw on a shirt in case she was seen coming or going in the hallway, then knocked on the door of the bathroom Alan was in.

"Hey, Big Brother, I'm coming in," she said before he could respond to the knock, and then closed the door behind her.

Alan was in the middle of trying to quickly masturbate himself in the ten minutes or so he had to shower. But he'd only just started rubbing his erection when his sister came in.

"Sis, is that you? What are you doing in here?" he said anxiously. 

She peered through the opaque shower curtain, but then boldly drew it back, and got her first full view of his naked butt.

Alan turned his head around, his hand still on his hard shaft, and looked at his sister. She was wearing nothing but a long sleeved white shirt she was planning on wearing to school. He could see by the way it was unbuttoned that she was wearing nothing underneath.

At first she didn't respond to his question, but she finally said, "I have to take a shower. Mind if I join you?"

"Whoa!" Alan exclaimed. He rotated his upper torso towards her and in so doing accidentally turned the shower nozzle he was holding in his other hand towards her as well. Before he knew what was happening, he'd covered almost all of her with water from the showerhead. "Katherine, what are you thinking? You're my sister!"

"Oh Alan," Katherine said with delight and in a sensual tone of voice, "you're making me all wet!"  She was even more delighted when she looked down at herself and saw how transparent the water had made her shirt. She was pleased that her brother could see all of her hairy pussy, and not just the part visible in the crack between the flaps of the shirt.

"Don't say that!" he protested.

"But isn't it true? That you've made me wet? You don't know how true that is, Big Brother, how wet you've been making me lately. But everybody's having fun with you but me. You say I'm your sister, but what about you and Mom? That family relationship doesn't seem to be slowing you two down." 

Then, acting coy, she placed her hands over a bit of her boobs, making sure not to cover her nipples, and asked, "You're not looking at my naked body, are you?"

"Um, no... Well yes..." Alan was so nervous that he accidentally turned and hit his sister with more water. He put the shower nozzle back on its hook and finally took his hand off of his erection. Then he saw how lewdly his rod poked out towards his sister and immediately covered it up with both hands. "Um, never mind about me. You're not supposed to be here! What about the other shower?!"

"I like this one better," Katherine said as she lifted up her left leg and placed it on the edge of the bathtub. The unbuttoned shirt opened wide as her hips spread, and giving her brother a completely unimpeded view of her bush. "Mom left you hanging there at breakfast. You want me to finish what she started and make you feel all better?"

"Wait! Wait!" Alan exclaimed in a quiet but insistent voice. "You can't come in any closer! What about Mom? She'll totally know!"

She placed one foot fully into the bathtub and put a hand on his hip. "Not if we're quiet. Or, what if you just let me watch what you're doing, from here?"

"But if she comes down the hallway to check on us, she'll be expecting to hear the sound of two showers running. It's too risky!"

"Damn. I hadn't thought of that. Okay, Bro, I'll go, if you promise that we can finish what we started here later."

"Katherine, do you realize what that means? Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to-"

She interrupted him. "Hey, I'm just trying to help out your medical condition. Besides, how can you say that after what you've been doing with Mom? She put your thing in her mouth yesterday, from what I understand, and now you're telling ME about some impropriety? Come on! I just want to help like Suzanne and Mom are helping. Do you want some doctor approved stimulation from me or what?"

"Okay. Shit. How can I say no when you look like that?"

She smiled. "All right, I'll go now. But think of me when you do your thing." She grabbed a big towel, wrapped it around her, and returned to her room to dry off.

CHAPTER 3

Alan redoubled the stroking of his penis. But less than two minutes later, right as he was about to shoot his seed, he heard another knock. 

Susan yelled through the bathroom door in a stern and motherly voice, "Alan, come out of there this instant! You're running late!"

"But I just got in," he protested. But the interruptions and fear of getting caught caused him to lose his momentum. He stepped back out of the shower, even though he hadn't even touched a bar of soap or the shampoo. 

What a close call to getting caught that was! he realized. What if she'd come by when Katherine was in here?! She might be furious like a jealous lover. Man, that would be bad. I have a hard time imagining Mom as the psycho jealous type, but I guess anything is possible after what's happened lately. 

He turned off the water and spent a minute or two trying to dry up the puddles of water he'd left on the bathroom floor and even the sink and mirror when he'd let the shower nozzle spray everywhere.

In actual fact, Susan knew that Alan wasn't running late and could have stayed in the shower another five minutes, but she wanted another taste of his penis before he left for school. She figured, If he's playing with his member in the shower, he's needlessly spilling his seed upon the ground. That seed rightly belongs in my mouth! 

Knowing that her children didn't wear watches, she cleverly moved the clock in the kitchen forward ten minutes, so in a couple of minutes both kids rushed to the front door and made to leave. Then, right as they were about to step out and ride bikes to school together, Susan held her son back by asking, "Tiger, I just remembered something. Can you help me with a quick chore?"

"Sure. See you later, Sis!" 

Katherine walked out to the garage and grabbed her bike. She was suspicious about the "chore," but she had to leave. 

Staring from the front window, Susan patiently watched her daughter bike away. The instant the bike was out of sight, Susan completely undid the sash on her robe and let it fall to the floor. She turned her nude body towards Alan.

"What's the chore, Mom?" Alan asked as he struggled to look up and into her face. "What are you looking at out there?"

"Oh, just checking to make sure the coast is clear. And the chore is real easy," she added with a big smile. "I just need to borrow some of your sperm."

"My, uh, sperm?!"

She laughed with glee. "All you have to do is pull down your shorts and I'll take care of the rest."

She knelt down and began attacking the zipper on his shorts with a passion. His seemingly always erect penis sprung out and she gaped in renewed wonder at the size of it. She wrapped her hands around it like her life depended on it. She panted, and thought, Oh God. Oh God. It's gonna go in my mouth! I can't wait!




Six Times a Day Pt. 07



"Mom!" he cried after finally recovering some of his senses. "What are you thinking? School starts in less than ten minutes!"

"Give me five, and I'll drive you there in another five," she said. "Mmmm. It looks soooo good!" It normally took ten minutes of biking or less than five of driving to reach the school, so she figured they could just make it. Hearing no protest, she added, "We shouldn't make this a regular habit, but I'm feeling suddenly concerned that maybe your member developed a very abnormal shape overnight, and I didn't check it properly when I woke you up this morning." They both laughed.

Susan ended up using the extra ten minutes she'd given herself to play with Alan's erection. Then she kept on rubbing and sucking for another five, making him late. The only reason he didn't stay longer was because he finally lost control and gave up his load down her throat.

She asked him as she fondled her tits provocatively while still on her knees below him, "Are you sure you need a ride to school? Or would you rather call in sick? I think that would be best. Your penis is very ill, and I'm going to have to give it a lot of close personal care all day long. With my hands and mouth, of course! Let me stick it between my lips again and rub my tongue all over your lovely thing!"

Alan groaned with frustration. "You know I'd love that Mom, but I really have to go. I've got a big test in second period that I shouldn't miss, for one thing. I wouldn't care about that anyways, except it wouldn't be much fun. My penis needs a big break. It feels so good but it also hurts so bad right now. But I'll count the minutes until I get back."

"I will too, Tiger! I will too! By the way, who's your favorite cocksucker now, my darling boy?"

Alan put on a thoughtful expression, as if weighing the plusses and minuses of Susan and Suzanne's techniques.

Susan stopped him. "Wait! Don't answer that question. I'm sorry, that's not polite. I wasn't thinking." She thought, Who do I think I am? It's as plain as day that Suzanne is the cocksucking queen. There's no way I can compete with her years of experience, and I can't bear to hear that I'm only number two! 

But he answered anyway. "Mom, I don't think it's fair to compare you and Suzanne. You're both so great. But one thing I know is that this has made me love you even more than before."

"Tiger!" she said excitedly. "Me too! Me too! Suzanne was so right about that, too! You're such a thoughtful and considerate boy; it just makes me want to suck your cock even more, for some reason." 

She stood up and kissed him all over the face. He thought for sure she would kiss him on the mouth, but she held back and squeezed him in a tight embrace instead. She rubbed her chest up and down his again, and grabbed his hands and planted them on her ass. 

She was so insatiable that it was remarkable he made it to school at all.

Needless to say, he was even more distracted at school than the day before. At one point, he actually walked smack into a pole and fell flat onto his back like some kind of cartoon character. He floundered badly on the second period test that he tried so hard to attend.

The same thoughts kept going through his head. This can't be happening to me. Three, maybe four, of the most gorgeous women in town are all after me. Including my sister and my totally and quite literally cock-hungry mom. It's so incredible! This is the kind of thing that happens to other people, like in a porn film or something, but not actually to me right here in real life! 

How will things ever be the same again? What'll happen now? We can never go back; we can never have a normal relationship again. This has to end in disaster somehow. I just know it. It's like some kind of natural law. For instance, what about jealousy? Like, are Suzanne and Susan at each other's throats right now, or is Susan sitting at home happily describing all her blowjobs to her? I don't know which thought is more alarming. Fucking, fucking insane! Things just can't go on like they did yesterday. For one thing, there's no way I could handle that much intensity. But God, how I love it! I can't stop. I'm like a car crash in slow motion, but I can't stop.

His history teacher Gloria Rhymer had another concerned talk with him at the end of her class. He promised he would do better tomorrow. However, she didn't feel like she really got through to him.

Ms. Rhymer was in a real fix. She had been really turned on by her conversation with Alan the day before. She thought repeatedly about the idea that Alan had to orgasm six times a day for medical reasons, and was distracted even as she taught her classes. 

It practically begs that I help him get an orgasm every day for lunch! It wouldn't really be having an affair with a student. After all, I have my boyfriend Garth, and Alan seems like he's pretty wrapped up with Suzanne, and I can't compete with her beauty or style. It would be more like I'm just providing a much needed service. But still, I could realize all of my student sex fantasies with my very favorite student! 

And I can certainly tell that he wants it too. He's had a crush on me forever, and it was so cute yesterday the way he blushed when I asked why he gets particularly horny in my class. It's because he's thinking about me - I just know it. But how do I get this thing started? I can't just walk up to him and say, 'Hey, I'd like to give you head every day.' Actually, if I said that to the Alan of a few weeks ago, it probably would have completely destroyed his cute little mind. But it sounds like Suzanne is giving him a thorough sexual education. He may be quite the sexy little stud by the time I get my hands on him, heh-heh. That is, IF I get my hands on him. 

And reading between the lines, I gather that nurse he was talking about may be giving him a hand as well. In fact, the whole medical thing sounds like some kind of scam, but why should I care?

The way he was so bashful and shy was really cute, but it seems he's changing daily. Out of the blue, he's turning into some kind of teenaged Don Juan. Once he gets his head out of the clouds and realizes what he has going for him, it's going to be scary how the girls will come running. 

But seriously, this is all a fun fantasy, but I'm not the kind of woman to actually DO anything with him. For one thing, I've never been unfaithful to any boyfriend. And a teacher doing that with a student would be so wrong, no matter what the reason. If we were caught, it would get me fired for sure. I just can't do it!

She found herself thinking about his problem more and more. But she found nothing but frustration.

That soon would be Alan's lot as well: frustration. Even as he sat in Ms. Rhymer's fourth period class thinking about his mother, big events were happening back home. 

CHAPTER 4

Susan lay on her bed and masturbated as she thought about her son Alan. I've turned into a complete slut, and I don't care! This whole thing about boundaries - that's fine and dandy for Suzanne maybe, but I don't give a flying fuck! I can't wait till he gets back home from school. I suppose I'll have to share since today is supposed to be Suzanne's day to be alone with him... Share his sweet, ripe, full, hard fucking COCK! I suppose it's only fair to share. 

But I'm going to seduce him and get him to fuck me, and soon! I may go to Hell for it, but I don't care! And I know he wants it too. He's gonna fuck me in every room of the house, on every piece of furniture! And then we'll do it outside, and in public places. Glass elevators! He'll slam me against the glass in a high building, and everyone will watch from below! 

And then Suzanne and I will fuck him together! We'll make a fuck sandwich! And then I'll fuck her! I'll go sixty-nine with my best friend! And then we'll all take turns fucking and licking Katherine, and we'll have one big fuckfest! We'll have a fucking orgy, and then we'll serve Amy's sweet fucking pie for desert! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

She sat up in bed and her hair flew in every direction as she completely abandoned herself in an orgasmic frenzy. She finally vocalized her thoughts, and the cry "Fuuucck meeeee!" echoed throughout the house as she had a powerful climax. The sight of her huge breasts bouncing up into the air would have been enough to turn any gay man straight, had any one been lucky enough to watch.

After she came down from her orgasmic high, Susan felt quite depressed. 

This keeps happening to me, she thought in a completely different mindset. I get lost in an erotic fantasy about Alan, and then I completely regret it and take it all back, but only after I orgasm. And then I do it again. Since he left for school today I've masturbated three times already. I'm totally obsessed. 

And these thoughts I'm having are too disturbing. I went way overboard with Alan yesterday and this morning too. If there was any line of moderation, where one could actually dispassionately suck another person's penis, I think I've blown past it already. Yesterday was just the icing on the cake. And I had more sexual dreams of Alan last night. Crazy, weird, extremely erotic dreams. This latest fantasy, even thinking about Katherine - it's way beyond the pale. This has to stop! I feel so dirty I literally should be flogged with whips to punish my evil thoughts. Only problem is, I'd probably enjoy it, ha-ha. But her laughter was ironic.

She realized that it was as if a dam had burst in her mind. She had been sexually repressed for too long, and now it was all coming out, and Alan was the only target.

She decided, The only thing I can do, and what I have to do, is take a short vacation. I've got to get out of here before Alan gets home in a few hours. I need to spend the rest of the day somewhere else to give myself a chance to cool down. As it is now, I'm on the verge of losing all control. Actually, I've lost control already and have to get it back. In the state I'm in, if I were to see him again, I don't know if I'd have the control to not just shout out, "Fuck me until I pass out!"

She was trying to decide when and where she should go or if she should just stay home and succumb to her desires when the phone rang.

She picked it up. "Hello?" She recognized the voice on the other line. Damn, it's my husband! "Oh, hi darling!" she said in a falsely happy tone. Suddenly, a whole wave of emotions washed over her. In the past couple weeks she'd almost forgotten that she even had a husband, and now she felt intensely guilty. How could I be such a bad wife? I've been cheating on him. Cheating! I'm so horrible! He didn't do anything to deserve the way I've been behaving!

They talked for a few minutes. The big news was that Ron would return home in a few days. It was Wednesday, and he would come back from his job in Asia on Saturday morning. He said he would be staying at home for twelve days before he returned. That was longer than usual for this time of year. He usually tried to come home on the Christmas holiday and spend a couple weeks then, plus one or two visits of a week or less at other times of year. But apparently he wasn't sure if he could make the holidays this year, so he chose to take more time now.

Susan hung up the phone and cried. She cried until it seemed she had no more tears to cry. Then she got up and put on her old, conservative clothes - bra, panties, and all. 

This is a sign from God, she said to herself. This is God's way of saying I have fallen, and I have to get back on track. I had my fun with Alan, but that's all over now. God is forgiving - he can forgive me for my heinous sins if I truly repent. I just have to hold out for three days, and then once my husband Ron is here, I have two weeks to cool down and straighten out my life. If Suzanne wants to keep pleasuring Alan, that's her business, but not in my house, and not at all while Ron is in town! 

I've just seen the abyss of utter sexual depravity, and I've stepped back from the edge. Yesterday I was so close to going all the way with my own son. I would have gladly spread my legs for him if it weren't for that face he made that scared me and kept me from doing something horrible. The fact is, I just don't have the self-control to maintain the proper boundaries. So as much fun as all this has been, this can't go on! It's just too wrong! There's more to life than just stroking and stroking and licking and licking and taking that big erection deeper and deeper and deeper still! And having my wonderful baby boy play with my boobs as he shoves his hard rod into the back of my throat...

Her words were making her more aroused again. 

Either that or I could lay here and masturbate again. Maybe just one last time, for old time's sake. It's not like I'd hurt anybody else with a little self pleasure... 

No! I have to stop! I'm a sinner and an adulterer. I have to save my soul from burning in Hell if it's not too late already. I need to tell everyone how things are going to be from now on before I change my mind. She picked up the phone and called Suzanne.

Suzanne could tell a crisis was brewing and came over right away. 

Susan quickly explained the problem, emphasizing the phone call. She finished by saying, "Suzanne, I need you to give it to me straight. I'm an adulterer, a cheat, a bad mother, an incestuous pervert, and worse! What else am I leaving out? I'm a freak! I don't deserve to live!" She sobbed into Suzanne's chest. 

Suzanne replied, "Susan, I'm your best friend, am I not? I understand what you're feeling, but I think you're overreacting." 

"Overreacting?! Suzanne, I'm obsessed! I've gone mad. I've completely lost my mind! All I can think about is squeezing more and more sperm from my son's delicious member! Tell me I'm not mentally disturbed." 

"Susan, I know it comes as a shock, and yes, you have become a bit obsessed, but that's because you've had such a profound change happen to you in the last week or so. Your libido, your sex drive, has finally awoken. I'm beginning to think that you've lived your entire life up until this point almost like some kind of virgin. You've had sex, yes, but nobody ever lit your fire. And now that your fire is burning, you don't know how to control or how to turn it off when you need to." 

Susan let out a world-weary sigh while her tears continued to fall. "That's all true, but it's so WRONG! My husband should be the one to set me on fire and turn my libido into a raging inferno. My HUSBAND! Not my son, for crying out loud! He's gonna divorce me for sure, as soon as he finds out, and then I'll be out on the street and never able to see my darling children again. And I'll deserve it!" 

She buried herself into Suzanne's embrace even tighter than before and let loose with a bigger bout of sobs. 

As Suzanne held her and tried to comfort her by stroking her hair, she thought, Uh-oh. We've got a big time problem here. And Ron is coming back in a couple of days she says, which is absolutely horrible timing. How am I going to fix this? 

Suzanne let Susan bewail her circumstances for an hour or more until she was emotionally exhausted and all out of tears. Suzanne even cried a lot herself in sympathy. But then she got down to the business of straightening Susan out. 

Now sitting next to Susan on a couch, Suzanne said, "It's good to let it all out, but now let's try to work things out. First of all, things aren't at bad as you think they are, you're just reeling from the shock of so much change in your life. Let's look at the positives." 

"Positives? What positives?!" 

"Well, for one, you've finally unleashed your sexual side. True, it was unleashed when you were with your son, but that doesn't mean that it'll only come out with him. Let's take an honest look at your marriage. It's been a pretty loveless and sexless marriage, hasn't it?" 

"I wouldn't exactly say it's THAT bad," Susan protested. 

"Susan, who do you think you're talking to? I know everything. I was there just about every moment, including the day you got married. In fact, you've probably spent much more than ten times as much time with me as you have with your husband during the course of your marriage; he's simply never around. Things have not been good, you have to admit it. And why haven't they? Good sex is key to a good marriage; that's just a fact. I hate to be blunt, but you've been so sexually repressed that you've been a cold fish in bed. Ron must be horribly, horribly sexually frustrated. No wonder he takes jobs out of town all the time." 

Susan wailed, "I'm so horrible! And now I'm cheating on him." 

"Susan, I'll bet you dollars to donuts that he's sleeping around every chance he gets." 

"What?!" 

"Think about it. He IS human. He DOES have a sex drive. How many times do you two have sex in a given year? Twice? Three times? What kind of man would be satisfied with that and not ask for a divorce unless he has other sexual outlets?" 

"Oh God! Suzanne, you may be right, but that's so horrible. Why are you telling me this now? You're hitting me when I'm down. I thought you were talking about the positives." 

"I am. Frankly, I've assumed he's been cheating on you for years now; I've seen all the signs. I've tried to warn you in different ways but you wouldn't listen. The plus side is, obviously he must still have some feelings for you or he would have divorced you a long time ago. What's been missing in your marriage has been a sexual spark or really any kind of sexual anything, for that matter. Now you've awoken. Now you realize how good sex can be and that sex for reasons other than procreation is not a sin. So you can use those new feelings and knowledge to revive your marriage!" 

Susan sniffled. "I can? Do you think?" 

"Of course you can! And I'm going to help!" Suzanne added to herself, Help to make sure that never happens, that is. The last thing I want is to get Ron back in the picture. I have my reasons to suspect that'll never happen no matter what she does, but I'll have to make sure it doesn't just the same. Still, the "old Susan" needs something like that to hold onto for a while, as she slowly adjusts to the new reality Alan and I are making for her. 

"So what should I do? I'll do ANYthing to make it up to Ron, all these horrible things I've done!" 

"Well, before you feel so bad, keep in mind it's almost 100 percent certain Ron has been cheating on you for YEARS. If you want my list of evidence to that effect, I can give you a long list. Remember, I've cheated on my husband for a long time too, and maybe there's truth in the saying that in takes one to know one. What you did in the past day or two is a drop in the bucket compared to what he's done to you." 

"That may be, but I feel so guilty. My parents didn't raise me to be a cheater." 

"First off, you're not even cheating. You're helping your son's medical condition. You're saving him from sin to boot! I'll bet if Ron knew, he'd be upset at first, yes, but he'd also be impressed at your selfless sacrifice." 

"NOOO! Ron can never know!" 

"I didn't say he has to know. I'm just saying that what you're doing might not even upset him that much. Did it upset Katherine? No. Amy? No. Me? No. Alan? Obviously not. What you're doing is a GOOD thing, a kind thing, a-" 

"But it has to stop Suzanne! It just has to!" 

"Well, take a break, certainly, and see how you feel in a couple of days. I'll try to carry on by myself in helping with Alan's medical treatment. Don't worry, we all love you and together we'll solve any problem, be it your marriage, your son's ailment, your shock at your sexual awakening, or whatever else may arise." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 07



Susan flung herself at Suzanne had hugged her tightly. "You're the best! The best best friend ever! Thank you so much!" She resumed crying, but more just from being emotionally overwhelmed than from sadness. 

CHAPTER 5 

When Alan got home that afternoon, he found both Suzanne and Susan waiting for him with their arms crossed, and cross expressions on their faces. Both of them were dressed very conservatively. Uh-oh - this is not good! he thought. 

It was quite a come-down from his expectation of receiving a mind-blowing orgasm or orgasms from either one of two incredibly gorgeous women as soon as he got home.

Susan stood up and immediately launched a verbal barrage at him. "Alan, what we've been doing since yesterday afternoon, it has to stop! Not just a little bit, not just a day or two, but we have to stop all improper contact between mother and son forever! I've been torn trying to do what's right, but there's just no way I can square helping you with your medical treatments and being a good wife and a good Christian. I'm sorry, but that's just how it has to be." 

Alan looked past Susan to where Suzanne was sitting. He noticed Suzanne was waving her hands and making a facial expression as if to say, "Don't listen to her." She even rolled her eyes and twirled her finger next to an ear, as if indicating Susan was crazy. 

So Alan was confused, to say the least, by the conflicting signals, but just nodded and tried to say as few words as possible. 

Susan let loose with a heartfelt plea why she had to stop, mostly focusing on how she felt like she was cheating on Ron. She mentioned in passing that he would be coming home in a few days, which increased Alan's distress. 

When Susan was all done, she was in tears again. She gave Alan a hug (but in a very chaste and motherly way) and then retired to the kitchen saying, "I understand that Suzanne has a few things she wants to say to you now, as well. Again, I'm sorry I can't help you more, but remember that I love you and that this is just how it has to be." 

Suzanne immediately grabbed Alan's hand and said, "Let's go for a walk." 

So the two of them put their shoes on and left through the front door. All was silent until they got to the sidewalk and started walking down it. 

Alan turned to Suzanne as he held her hand and said, "Okay, can you tell me just what the heck is going on? Mom is dropping this bombshell on me and meanwhile you're behind her back, making more mysterious signals than a third base coach." 

Suzanne looked back at the Plummer house furtively. "I didn't want you to get the wrong idea. Basically, things are not nearly as bad as they seem. Susan is having a relapse back to her old ways, which I gather started even before Ron called today, but when he called that made things twice as bad for her. Sweetie, you gotta look at things from her perspective. So much has happened in the last twenty-hours in particular that a backlash was inevitable. I should have seen it coming, but I thought things were going to progress a lot more gradually." 

"So, I take it this means that I'm going to be all on my own with the six times a day problem from now on?" 

"Oh dear goodness no! Didn't you see my hand gestures? For one thing, I'm still going to be helping you with my hands and mouth every chance I can get, and Susan doesn't have any objection to that. But also, I'm convinced that what we're seeing is just a temporary mood swing. Basically, kiddo, you've got her totally addicted to that big cock of yours and now that she's started there's no way for her to stop. It's just that she doesn't realize that yet." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Of course I'm sure. Sweetie, your mother is much like a virgin. She's had such a pathetic sex life until this point that she has little to no ability to understand or control her sexual feelings, which have just exploded like a volcano. I'm trying to guide her so things'll end up in a good place, but she's going through a reactive prudish phase, so you just have to be patient." 

"Aunt Suzy, are you sure that's all it is, just a phase? She sounds pretty serious. And all that stuff about cheating on father... I have to admit, I have a chip on my shoulder about my father never being here for us, but even I feel pretty shitty for sneaking around his back with Mom. I mean, you have to admit, it's a pretty low thing to do." 

"I will agree to no such thing! Sweetie, as you may know, I haven't exactly been faithful to my husband for quite a few years now. And I have a long list of evidence that Ron hasn't been faithful to your mother for quite a few years as well." 

"Whoa." Alan froze in his tracks, forcing Suzanne to stop too. "Are you serious?" 

"I'm dead serious. Susan's been pretending like she's living in some kind of fifties sitcom or Norman Rockwell painting, but real life isn't like that at all. If you had sex with your wife fewer times in a year than there are fingers on one hand, wouldn't you either eventually cheat or get a divorce?" 

"Huh. I hadn't thought of it like that before. I guess I've always just tried to think of my parents like they're sexless... Like they don't have sex organs or something." 

Suzanne joked to lighten the mood, "Obviously, I assume you've discovered that's not the case with your mother." 

Alan though, was so serious that he didn't even grin. "True. But even so, this really takes all the wind out of my sails. I mean, I was so excited coming home, and now I feel like shit." 

Suzanne looked at him with alarm. Then she pulled on his arm, forcing him to start walking again. The streets were absolutely deserted so there was no chance of anyone overhearing. "Please don't feel like that. You haven't done anything wrong. You know how prudish your mother has been for all these years; you can't expect her to completely change overnight. She needs time to adjust; that's all this is." 

"But what if she's right? What if what we're doing IS wrong? I mean, no way would I want to stop all the sexy fun I'm having with you, Suzanne, but with my own mother? Doesn't that cross the line?" 

"No! She loves it! You know that she loves it. Can you ever recall her being happier than she was yesterday? Don't tell me you buy all that burning in Hell, 'sexual pleasure is a sin' crap that her parents fed to her. What you started with her yesterday is literally the best thing that's ever happened to her." 

"I guess. But I still feel bad now." 

Suzanne caught his eye and leered at him. "I know how I could cheer you up. How would you like to try to fill my stomach with cum today? It's a big project, I know, but I can't think a better way to spend the afternoon." 

"Thanks, but no. I guess that when Mom feels bad, I feel bad. My penis feels so completely down for the count right now that I don't think even you could revive it. ... Aunt Suzy, are you really sure that everything is going to be okay and that Mom isn't going to be resentful about what she and I did yesterday and then again this morning?" 

"Sweetie, I'm absolutely positive. How much do you want to bet that your cock will be halfway down her throat again even before Ron comes home in three days?" 

"God, that sounds so weird to hear you say that. I guess maybe I need some time to adjust, too." 

"Okay. That's understandable. You're kind of reeling from all the changes too, huh?" 

Alan just nodded. 

"Why don't we just walk, then? There's no huge rush. Just remember that I've got things under control and I'm going to make sure that you'll have lots of help and fun with Susan, with me, and maybe even with others as need be." 

"But what about Ron coming home? Doesn't that spell disaster? I get a tight feeling in my chest just thinking about it." 

"Not to worry. Do you trust your Aunt Suzy?" 

He nodded. 

They kept walking and talking, but Alan's feelings of unease wouldn't go away completely, especially when Suzanne warned him that his mother would likely veer wildly from guilty, indignant prudery to almost uncontrollable lust and back. Several times, or more. 

"Sweetie, you'll just have to play along with her when she's upset, and avoid making things worse, but also be ready to indulge her lust when she gets horny. You might see some pretty abrupt mood changes in her, so be ready for that." 

"Yeeesh. I have enough problems with my own guilty feelings. Helping Mom through her ups and downs won't be easy. It really bums me out whenever she's unhappy." 

"It's so sweet how you love each other so much. Helping each other through problems like this, even when you're hurting yourself, is part of love and growing up. I know you can do it, and I'm proud of you. Be there for her, and before long her unhappy moods will fade away altogether." 

"I will." 

Katherine missed everything because she happened to come home late that day. But later in the afternoon pretty much the same sequence of events happened to her as happened to Alan. Susan lectured her in a general way about sex and sin. Then Suzanne took her aside and explained that Susan was just going through a phase. 

Katherine wasn't that bothered since there wasn't much that she'd actually done wrong that Susan could berate her about, aside from generally acting too provocative around Alan. 

Later that afternoon, she asked, "Mom, I've kinda liked wearing more casual clothing around the house. Plus, it's just soooo dang hot lately! Can't I keep doing that?"

"I suppose you can," Susan conceded, "but only within limits, and only until your father gets home on Saturday. Hopefully it will be cooler by then." In more ways than one, Susan thought worriedly. "Is that clear? But don't let me catch you without underwear any more. Our 'no panties' so-called bet is over. Period."

CHAPTER 6 (Wednesday - Thursday, Oct. 16-17)

A new, sober mood settled over the Plummer house. It reflected in what happened when Amy came over that afternoon. Suzanne was consoling Susan in the kitchen while Katherine and Alan were reading in the living room when Amy burst in the front door. She was her usual cheery self. "Hi guys!" she said to the Plummer children as she skipped into the room. 

Her cheeriness died as she looked at the others, though a smile lingered on her face (since her normal expression was a smile). Alan and Katherine looked up at her mournfully, while Susan and Suzanne walked out of the kitchen towards her in the living room and looked at her angrily. 

"Gosh, did I miss something?" Amy asked cluelessly. "Did somebody die?" 

Suzanne glared at her and said acidly, "The only thing that's died is your sense of decency. What are you doing wearing that?" 

Amy liked to wear shorts and a T-shirt most every day, and that's more or less what she had on. Except her cut off jeans shorts were so skimpy that they exposed a good deal of ass crack in the rear. Plus her shirt was skin- tight and had a large diamond-shaped hole in it to expose her plentiful cleavage. She hadn't learned of Susan's change of heart yet. 

She stammered, "But I thought we had the no undies thingy..." 

Suzanne was pretending to go along with Susan's puritan mood so Susan would listen to her more. But it wasn't a stretch for her to criticize Amy's clothes since she was overly protective of Amy to begin with. She barked, "Not any more. We'll explain later. Go home and change out of those clothes this instant!" 

Amy bowed her head down sadly. "Yes, Mom." 

Even though half the boys at Alan's high school would have dropped their mouths open in shocked delight to see Amy dress like that, Alan hardly even noticed. His libido appeared to have been killed off completely. 

Alan was in a state of contemplation and remorse for the rest of the day. He considered himself a good, moral kid, and justified his taboo fantasies with the reasoning that they were just fantasies. In his current state of mind he couldn't actually imagine having sex with either his mother or sister, and could hardly believe his one moment of weakness yesterday when he tried to have sex with his mother. That was the one thing he felt especially guilty about now. He also was very worried about his father coming back home. He couldn't get sexually aroused because he was letting fears like the fear of getting caught overwhelm him.   

Alone in bed that evening, he found he couldn't even get aroused to masturbate. He tried especially hard to block out all exciting thoughts of Katherine and Susan and think of safer targets like his teacher Gloria Rhymer, but he was too depressed to be successfully aroused by anything.

Katherine had a completely different mindset. She had just started to get into acting out her long-held and deeply-forbidden fantasies about her brother, and didn't take well to the new mood sweeping the house. She decided it would be her goal to at least get Alan out of his funk and sexually-minded again. 

After dinner Wednesday night, Katherine and Alan continued to sit and talk to each other after Susan left the dining room and kitchen area. 

Katherine thought this was a perfect opportunity to tease and arouse Alan, and she began doing so. She exposed her chest to Alan again under the thin excuse of asking his opinion about them (again). Even though he didn't seem as interested as she'd hoped, she persisted in tempting him. 

But then a few minutes later, Susan returned and caught her red-handed.

Susan walked right behind Katherine and commented sarcastically and crossly, "Angel, you're shirt has come undone just a bit."

In fact, Katherine had to burrow down through her conservative, highly restrictive clothes (worn to appease Susan) to expose herself. First she had to pull her sweater up, and then she had to unbutton her blouse beneath it. Finally she was able to expose her breasts and was playing with them when Susan walked in. So there was no way her shirt could have come undone by accident, even though she still wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Just a bit?" Katherine said hopefully, praying she wouldn't be punished.

"More than a bit, Angel. I can't believe this! Don't play dumb with me. I know you'll say you're just trying to help stimulate Alan, but these kinds of antics belong in the past. He'll have to get by without our assistance from now on. What if your father was home, for goodness sake? It's my fault for setting a bad example, so I'm not going to get as angry as I should. And please already, I'd appreciate it if you wear a bra."

Luckily Susan didn't think to check what might be exposed under the table - she hadn't figured her daughter would go so far as to expose herself there as well. But actually Katherine hadn't worn any panties either, and she'd taken full advantage of that fact. 

Alan had caught on, and had pretended to drop things and look under the table at his sister's hairy pussy all through dinner - he wasn't so distraught and guilty that he would mind a nice flash of pussy. 

But after Katherine was chastised, what fun and games there were came to an end. She tried to maintain a lower profile, at least for the time being.

The next day at school, Alan found that not only was he not distracted by sex as usual, but in fact he threw himself into schoolwork with abandon. And that, at least, was a good thing, because his grades had been seriously sliding recently, and college applications and big tests were coming up later in the semester.

His favorite teacher, Ms. Rhymer, pronounced herself pleased at his new demeanor, but secretly she was disappointed. Has he overcome his horniness? If so, there goes my chance to "help him out." Well, maybe it's for the best. I knew the excuse to help him sexually with a medical problem had to be too good to be true.

But then things changed a bit for the better for Alan after he came home from school. 

Suzanne had a chance to be alone with him outside by the pool, and said, "You went a little overboard with your mother the day before yesterday, Sweetie. But, on the other hand, she went overboard yesterday in the puritan direction, too. Now, we have to strive for some balance. Are you feeling up for a little penis polishing with my tongue?" 

Alan thought. "I dunno. It sounds good... But I am still bummed. On the other hand, I almost feel like I have to force myself, to keep up my daily average. But what about Mom? What if she finds out? Won't she have a fit?" 

"She might," Suzanne concluded. "But she'd have a fit as much from jealousy as from moral outrage. She's given me the green light to help you, in theory, but in practice I think it would be very tough for her to see it or hear about it, given her current state of mind." 

"Well, I wouldn't want to lie to her about it if she was to ask how I did and what I did on reaching my daily target. And I do have my own issues. Like this whole adultery thing she's been talking about. I know this is a real personal question, Aunt Suzy, but don't you feel guilty for cheating on your husband?"

"No. There's a history between us that you don't know about, some things I've never told anybody, not even Susan, and I never plan on telling anybody. As far as I'm concerned, he and I are roommates living in the same house. We keep up appearances so Amy and Brad can have a welcoming house to come home to, but that's it. I have a high sex drive, so why should I go completely without for years on end, just because my husband is a total ass?" 

"Wow, I never knew." 

Suzanne continued, "Anything that happens between two adults is fine, as long as both are okay with it, and the actions don't hurt anyone else. And you're already definitely an adult in my book. As long as Susan, Ron, or the others don't catch us, why can't you and I have a little fun since you have to reach your daily target anyway?"

"You mean, anything is okay so long as you don't get caught?"

"I didn't say that! But just as it is sometimes okay to lie, you know, white lies, sometimes even illegal or quote immoral unquote activities can be okay, and even commendable. Like revolutionaries toppling a corrupt government. It all depends on context. And in this context, your Aunt Suzy says helping you with your problem is very okay."

A light bulb went off in her head. "Hey! I've got an idea! We can't sneak off to your room to play because your mother might get suspicious, and we can't sneak off anywhere else and play 'cos you're afraid you might have to lie to her, right? Well, I just got a snazzy new digital camera not that long ago. What if I go back to my house and take some pictures of myself, print them out, and then give them to you? Then you can get off looking at them while doing your thing, and if Susan asks, you can honestly say you were merely looking at some sexy porn." 

"Cool! Aunt Suzy, you're just the greatest friend ever. I swear, you're better than having a second mom. I don't deserve you." 

"No you don't, but you're stuck with me," she joked. 

So Suzanne went back to her house and in the privacy of her office there took a series of X-rated photos. They were printed out and hand delivered to Alan's bedroom by the time he woke up from his nap.

Alan couldn't believe how arousing the pictures were. There were over two dozen, and they followed a strip tease, going from completely dressed to the nines to completely naked. Suzanne was in her element in the pictures, because she loved to show off and tease. 

If they weren't sexy enough in and of themselves, Suzanne had also taken the time to write little notes on the backs of each one, making all kinds of tantalizing promises. (She also left a little note making Alan pledge not to share them with anyone else and keep them in a safe place - he had no trouble complying with that.) 

For instance, on the last photo, which was of her in her birthday suit, stretching an arm up into the air, she wrote, "I can't believe how hot taking these pictures made me, and thinking of you stroking yourself while looking at them steams me up even more! I think I'm going to have to do a little stroking of my own, thinking about you. Hope you like them, S." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 07



Alan thought, I really am in some kind of bizarro world, now. Why on Earth would a woman like Suzanne would get off thinking about an ordinary kid like me? And to say "hope you like them" - she must be out of her mind - anyone would love them! Heck, I could probably sell these to any porn mag for big bucks. Not that I'd ever betray her trust like that, but they'd be good enough. Jesus! 

Looking at the photos, Alan found himself with his first strong erection since Susan had lectured him the afternoon before. He had a great time masturbating to the pictures. And then he went back to them a couple more times before the day was over. 

As soon as Alan's libido was restored, he felt less guilty and worried. Before long, he even felt free resuming his fantasies about Susan and Katherine. 

Also, as he waited for dinner he finally took up Akami's suggestion and looked up on the Internet what the PC muscle was. He found detailed exercises he could do to strengthen the muscle, which in turn could give him greater control over his orgasms. He started doing the exercises immediately and religiously.

CHAPTER 7 (Thursday, Oct. 17) 

Not only was Suzanne working to revive Alan's libido, she was even busier talking with Susan and slowly bringing her out of her guilty mood. Suzanne could be very persuasive, especially since she understood Susan almost better than she understood herself and knew how to push all her buttons. 

Still, Susan really only had less than 24 hours of unbridled sexual liberation compared to an entire lifetime of sexual repression, so it was very easy for Susan to fall back to her old ways and very difficult for Suzanne to fight that. The fact that Ron would be back soon was on everyone's minds and made Suzanne's job a lot harder. So far, she'd only had limited success. 

When dinner at the Plummer house rolled around that evening, things still seemed normal on the surface. It felt as if all the sexual wildness in recent weeks had never happened. The only evidence that things had ever changed at all in recent weeks was that Katherine dressed more provocatively than she used to.

Alan went back to his room and did his PC muscle exercises some more. But he felt adrift. He was still bummed about the change that had come over Susan and didn't feel like doing his homework. He wandered the house and looked for something to do. 

He came across Susan in the kitchen. He was so bored and listless that he was going to ask her if she needed help cleaning up. But then he noticed she was bent forward as if in pain. 

"Hey, Mom. Are you feeling okay?"

"Oh hi, Tiger. It's just my shoulders are really sore today. It's driving me crazy. My whole back, actually."

Alan walked over and took a closer look at her. Even though she was wearing her old, conservative clothes, including a blouse and big bow that tried to cover her boobs, his penis grew hard even seeing her in that. The fact that she had her arm clenched underneath her rack, making her mountainous tits stick out ever more than usual had something to do with that, as did the fact that her nipples stuck out more obviously than he could ever recall seeing them when she wore her frumpy clothes. He wondered if it was just that he'd never paid much attention to that kind of thing until recently or if maybe she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Oh here. Let me help you." Alan moved behind her, placed both hands on her shoulders, and began rubbing. "How did you get so sore?"

Her muscles relaxed with his touch. "Well, partly it's these evil things that you love so much." She hefted her boobs up to illustrate what she meant. 

That drove Alan absolutely wild. He had to remember to lower his gaping jaw. 

She grinned as she caught his reaction out of the corner of her eye. "They're just so damn big that they give me back pain sometimes." 

To Alan's great disappointment she let go of her breasts and they jiggled back into place. He couldn't help but let out a big sigh. 

Susan couldn't help but flash a wicked smile, but she tried to hide her satisfaction. She said serenely, "Ahhh.... That feels wonderful. But that's not the main reason. Suzanne and I overdid it exercising today, I'm afraid." 

This was partly true. Indeed, Susan burned off her sexual frustration by vigorously attacking the exercise machines. However, she didn't mind her sore muscles that much. The real reason she happened to be bent over and panting when Alan saw her was because she'd been daydreaming about last Tuesday, and all the times she'd sucked on her son's ever-ready erection. Since talking to Suzanne before dinner her guilt had gone down and her horniness had gone up. 

She was still resisting, but agreed to a massage because she couldn't turn down the opportunity to feel her son's hands on her. 

His hands felt as good as she'd hoped and then some. She loved the way he was touching her, even if it was in a non-sexual way and through all her clothing. Her pussy began to lubricate as she fantasized about all kinds of other ways he could be touching her. She felt like her nipples were going to burn through her blouse if they didn't poke a hole through it first.

Alan hadn't really given a massage before, but as he continued to rub her he realized that her back and neck were in fact quite tense. "Let's do this right. Let me give you a serious massage somewhere more comfortable."

"Well, if you insist. But remember the new rules, okay?"

He played up being a servant, and said with a stuffy British accent, "Of course, madam. Your wish is my command." 

They moved over to a couch in the living room. 

Alan had Susan take off her stiff and formal blouse before she lay down, but she kept her bra on. He began a deep massage of her entire back. He didn't know what he was doing, but she told him when he did something good, or at least she'd respond with an approving moan. 

Soon she began to feel a whole lot better. A part of her brain worried that it wasn't the smartest idea to have Alan give a massage when she growing more and more aroused, but these worries were dissolved as her muscle tension melted in his hands.  

As his hands caressed her soft yet muscular flesh, he began to think with his libido. I know Suzanne says I should be giving Mom some space for a couple days and all, but what if I can use this to get Mom back to giving me blowjobs? Wouldn't Suzanne be happy that I sped things up? I have to at least try! 

He said, "Mom, your bra keeps getting in the way. Don't worry, I'm just going to undo it temporarily."

She was so aroused by now that she could only offer token resistance. "Okay, but promise that you'll behave like a gentleman. Can I trust you?"

"Of course." 

A couple of minutes later, Susan said, "You know, my legs are really sore too..." 

It was such a blatant hint that Alan couldn't miss it, and he didn't. "Mom, do you want me to do your legs?" 

Although her legs were in fact sore, that wasn't why she wanted to be massaged there - she was just plain hot to trot. As she took her slacks off, she cooed huskily, "Son, you can do me there. Do me everywhere." But realizing that was too daring, she added, "With your great massaging fingers." 

She sat up to take her slacks off even though it interrupted the massage and it wasn't absolutely necessary for the massage. She consoled herself that she at least was wearing very traditional panties and that it would be no different than being seen in bikini bottoms. The truth was, she just wanted the opportunity to flaunt her naked chest now that her bra was off. She bent over quite a bit while it took an exceedingly long time to remove her slacks. All the while she twisted and turned her upper body just to give her bare breasts a good shake. 

She thought, Okay, all I'm doing here is a little visual stimulation to help inspire him later. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? I mean, it's not like I'm sliding his big member into my mouth - that would be wrong. Very wrong. I'm just helping to get it nice and thick and oh so hard! 

Her panting grew in intensity. I have to think of my husband! Would he approve of me shaking my rack like some kind of shameless hussy, even if it's for a good cause? I don't think so! But to her consternation, such thoughts only enflamed her lusts. 

As Alan watched her, he was so aroused that he wanted to cry. It was nearly impossible for him not to reach out and fondle her chest but he still felt that he had to be cautious with her prudish mindset. So he suffered and fantasized as his erection threatened to rip his shorts apart. 

She thought as she tossed her slacks aside, Goodness! I'm pretty much all naked now. Suzanne says that Tiger is a "tit man" and I'm sure that she's right. Here are my tits before his eyes, all full, round, bouncy, and defenseless. What if his big strong hands grasp them, what can I do? I'm no match for such a handsome and well hung son. I'll just have to lie there and take it. Then, when he sticks his fat beefsteak in my face, I'll just have to suck and suck on it until the cum explodes out of it all over my tonsils! That'll show who's who around here and that I've been turned into the family cocksucker! 

But shouldn't I be loyal to my husband? Although... Alan effectively is the man of the house now, so really, perhaps, I should be obeying him. The fact that Alan's dick is twice as big as Ron's, doesn't that really show who's boss? Besides, it's not like I have any say in the matter. If Alan's going to completely ravage my helpless naked body, who am I to resist? 

If Alan had only known her thoughts, his shorts would have been torn into shreds by his steel throbbing erection. Instead, he feared that he was going too far and worried about an imminent backlash. 

As the massage went on, she began to regret the things she'd said lately. I wonder if Alan will massage my breasts. They're really sore and I don't think that's just because the nipples are so hard and crinkly. I have told him that touching my breasts is out of bounds, though. I hope he didn't take me too literally on that! On the other hand, if I correct him on that, I'll look like a hypocrite and a bad mother. 

She knew that Alan was so considerate that he wouldn't take advantage without getting a blatantly obvious green light first. So she was at a loss over what to do but she was so out of control horny that she knew she'd have to do something before long. She also was held back by a vague sense that she needed to morally disapprove with what he was doing, though she could no longer remember why. 

Her conflict grew worse as his hands worked their way up her legs and reached her thighs and ass. Now she was ready to join him in wanting to cry from sheer sexual frustration. 

He slipped his hands under her big "granny panties" to massage her ass cheeks, but that's as far as he'd go. 

But then, after about fifteen minutes, he finally upped the ante. "Mom, I'm just about done with your back side. Should I do your front or should we call it a day?" 

There was a long silence. In her mind, Susan was shouting, Front! Front! Do the front! Especially my breasts! I love how you love them and I want you to do EVERYTHING to them. Rub your hard-on all over them, please! Then explore my tummy. And keep working down from there, down, down, down! Go all the way to my most needy and naughty place, rubbing your big Johnson all the way down! Slide it up and down my engorged pussy lips! 

Her chest was heaving with excitement, but there was enough lingering guilt for her to still resist. The lingering fear that Alan wouldn't be able to stop also gave her pause. 

Alan finally said, "Mom? The front?" 

She just said, "Okay," in a flat voice. God, please forgive me. I'm such a horrible mother and an even worse wife. She essentially let her mind go blank, so she wouldn't have a conscience nagging at her.

Alan turned her over and just stared at her beauty. He unzipped his fly and poked his throbbing erection through it. He hoped that Susan wouldn't notice he'd done that but he felt he had to take the risk, because he simply couldn't take the strain with his hard-on being all cramped up. 

He started on the front side of her shoulders and started downward. That brought him into contact with her tits sooner rather than later. Still considerate and tentative, he asked, "Mom? Should I do, you know, your, uh, breasts? Are they sore too?" 

"As a matter of fact they are." She closed her eyes and winced after saying that. I'm so bad! I'm really on some kind of highway to Hell. 

Alan wasn't sure if there were even muscles in her boobs which needed a massage (there weren't), but he wasn't about to miss such an opportunity. He noticed she was panting so heavily that he could hardly figure out how to put his hands on her heaving chest. 

He put a hand on each breast and held on as her breaths grew even more labored. In his excitement, he went straight for her nipples without any pretense of "massaging" her flesh. 

But all Susan said as she huffed and puffed was, "Now, be careful." 

There was no doubt by now that the massage had become very sexual. Susan could feel his stiffness occasionally bumping against her skin, but pretended not to notice so he wouldn't get scared and put it away. 

Alan did "massage" her breasts, which meant a lot of passionate fondling. But mostly he pinched and twisted her nipples, and lovingly caressed her tits in ways that didn't even make a pretense at a massage. 

But Susan kept her eyes closed and her mouth smiling. She continued to purr things like, "Oooh, right there. ... Just like that." 

She kept moaning too, But now she was moaning when he did something particularly arousing, instead of when he found a particularly sore muscle. Her chest heaved so much from her arousal that it seemed like her breasts were on a rocking boat in a heavy storm. 

Alan spent about ten minutes on her tits, and had been massaging for thirty minutes already. But he wasn't used to such prolonged ministrations and his hands were getting obviously weary. 

CHAPTER 8 

Finally, Susan said, "Son, you're getting tired. Why don't I repay the favor and massage you for a bit?"

So Alan zipped up his fly (to put her at ease), took off his shirt, and took her place on the couch while she straddled him. 

Now that she was on top, she began to speak more as she worked down from his shoulders. "Tiger, maybe I've been going a bit too far with my new attitude. Don't you think? Don't you think it would be okay if we do things like give each other massages from time to time? There's nothing wrong with that, right? It's not like it's sexual or anything, right?" 

But even as she said this, her panties were soaked with the juices from her leaking pussy. And those panties were all she wore now. The sexual aroma of her juicy, dripping pussy began to permeate the room. 

Alan said all the right things to put her at ease. "I think that's a good idea. After all, what's wrong with a massage? They're healthy and invigorating." Now that Susan had a chance to get used to the new positioning, Alan adjusted his crotch, making sure to let his erection poke out the bottom of his shorts where Susan could see it. 

Within a couple of minutes, she'd taken off his shorts and underwear so she could continue down his body and massage his butt. 

Alan made sure to keep his long erection pointing down between his thighs instead of pressed up towards his stomach so she could see it resting against the couch as she massaged him. He kept his legs slightly spread so she could have a good view of it. 

She thought, Tiger needs an all-over massage, including his cock! Yes, there's no way I can give him a massage without massaging his cock very thoroughly. Plus, it'll help him reach his target. Actually, his target should be my face, heh-heh! Spray it with all that tasty sperm! 

Things grew even more sexual as she spent many loving minutes caressing his buttocks. "Tiger, you're such a handsome boy. I'm such a proud mommy. You have such a cute ass. You should be proud too. It must be all that tennis you play." 

"Thanks, Mom." 

"I'll bet any girl in school would give her right arm to knead your ass cheeks. Even that Ice Queen Christine would thaw out and turn into a total slut for Alan cock if she could see and feel what I'm experiencing right now. She'd spread her legs and beg for you to fill her up. But she's not here fondling your fine ass, your own mommy is!"

Alan was shocked to hear his mother say words like 'slut' and 'cock.' Plus, all of this ass talk was getting Alan hot to get more acquainted with Susan's. Since she'd spent a long time on his ass already, he said, "Not as fine as yours, Mom. In fact, why don't I get back to massaging you for a while, and see just how fine an ass you have?"

She hopped off of him, and said, "Okay, but are you sure you're done with my, uh, upper chest region?" 

They both laughed at that euphemism.

"You're right, mom," he conceded. "I'm not quite sure if I'm done there."

As Susan repositioned herself, Alan said with increasingly obvious sexual excitement, "This will be fun. It was a drag to have to work around those big panties of yours earlier." 

"Uh-oh! Are you trying to talk your mommy out of her panties? Well, looks like you win again." 

She pulled her panties up and off her legs, smiling all the while. "And I see that you're such a naughty boy you're not putting your shorts back on. Naughty, naughty!" She lay down on her back completely naked now. Alan, equally nude, straddled her on the stomach. 

He wasn't exactly sure what he was allowed to do, but he was in perfect position to titfuck her. To only add to his confusion, she began to have doubts that they were going too far. 

She said in a worried voice, "Tiger, you remember your promise now, right? You're not going to do anything you shouldn't, right?"

Alan agreed, even though he had no idea what "the rules" allowed at this point. 

He decided that playing with her tits would be both safe and fun since she'd allowed that a little while earlier. Plus, they were looking incredibly tempting resting right in front of him. He fondled them with total abandon. Then he dropped his head down to suck at her nipples while he mauled the unoccupied tit with his free hand. His engorged penis constantly pressed into her belly. Drops of pre-cum formed at the tip of his penis and slowly drooled onto her skin.

"That's right," Susan said excitedly. "Suck your mommy's titties. Give them a good suck, just like a little baby!" She moaned loudly and repeatedly. 

Alan continued like that for some time. But eventually he put one hand on his pre-cum slickened erection and pressed it harder into her stomach. It was hot and burned into her skin, though the sensation was more mental than a reflection of its actual temperature and wetness. 

Since Alan had his face in her chest, it was more comfortable if he moved the rest of his body further down, so he did so. As a result, his erection slowly worked its way down her stomach and abdomen until it lay right above her bush. 

The aroma from her juicy wet pussy made its way to Alan's nostrils and aroused him even more, if such a thing was possible. He moved a little further down and the glans of his penis actually touched the distended and engorged lips of her now incredibly wet pussy.

That suddenly made her nervous. "Alan, just what do you think you're doing?! Tiger? Please don't put your big, fat thing in Mommy! That would be so very, very naughty!"

Alan wasn't sure if she was being encouraging or discouraging - her words and demeanor sent out a very mixed message, as she only used terms like "big, fat thing" and "Mommy" to further turn him on. Maybe even she wasn't sure if she wanted him to stop or not. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 07



But it became a moot point, because her words excited Alan so much that he suddenly lost all control. He sat up and put both hands on his penis in a desperate attempt to stop an impending orgasm, but it was too late. His cum shot out in torrents right at her bush from mere inches away. Ropes of cum spurted out with tremendous force and splattered all over Susan's body. He was so excited from such a long build up that he felt like he could cum forever. Plus, since he'd only climaxed once in the last twenty-four hours (which he'd done that afternoon while admiring Suzanne's pictures), he had an unusually large cum build up to expel. 

The sheer amount and duration of his cum firings further excited the already very excited Susan, and she had a nice orgasm of her own.

By the time Alan was done, it seemed as if Susan was lying in a pool of his cum. His semen was on her stomach, lower abdomen, and thighs from his last ropes as he'd pulled away. But most of it was on her bush, and in fact he couldn't see much of her pubic hair for all the semen covering it. 

Alan was amazed at just how much he'd cum - it must have been a dozen ropes. He was sure he'd never cum so much in his life. He wondered if it was because he hadn't climaxed at all in nearly two days. Susan certainly looked like she'd just been fucked, if not gang-banged by a whole bunch of men.

But as soon as he finished cumming, both Susan and Alan's moods completely changed. 

Susan cried, "My God, Alan, what the hell have we done? That was supposed to just be a massage! You nearly... Why, you nearly... You know what you nearly did! Leave me now, before you get any other crazy ideas!"

But he countered, "No, I didn't! I really wasn't going to do that. Really! I just got too excited and kind of shot off in that direction." 

Susan looked at him accusingly, but softened a bit. "Well, that may be. But still, we went too far! What happened to the non-erotic massage?! What if my husband were to see me like this?! What would he think seeing his wife's bush matted down with her son's sperm?" 

She came closer, put her hands on his shoulders, and looked into his eyes imploringly. "Tiger, I need you to be strong for me. I need you to know when to stop because sometimes I don't know when to say no. How did we start with an innocent massage and end with your mother naked and dripping in tasty, gooey sperm? That's not right!" 

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'll be better next time, I promise." 

"There won't be a next time!" She left the room in a huff. 

Alan fled to his room in shame. He lay on his bed and felt like crying. I guess there's no denying it. I really want to fuck my mother. I just can't stop myself! She's just too fuckable. It's like I have an easily-aroused Cindy Crawford for a mom. How am I supposed to control myself? This is so fucked up! I don't know which is worse, that I feel guilty for wanting to fuck her, or that I feel regretful that I came too soon before I COULD fuck her!

He was just about to break down and cry when he heard a knock on his door. 

It was Suzanne. She came in and talked to him for a few minutes. She'd been monitoring the "massage" from a nearby room to make sure Alan didn't make any mistakes, but unfortunately there was nothing she could do to fix the sudden disappointing ending. However, she bucked up Alan's spirits and encouraged him to go and talk to Susan. 

After a few more minutes, Alan pulled himself together. He put on some clothes and went to find Susan. 

She was on her bed crying. She could scarcely believe some of the things she'd thought and said just a short time before. 

"Mom, I'm really sorry," he said as he knocked on her open door. He noticed she was fully dressed and cleaned up now. "It's just this medical treatment I have. Obviously, we both are still learning how to deal with it and sometimes we get confused."

"You damned well better be sorry!" she said angrily as she looked up. But her mood completely changed on a dime to one of self pity. "You're right. I'm confused. So confused!" She raised her hands to her face and resumed sobbing into them. 

Alan, following the advice Suzanne just gave him, said, "Mom, of course you're confused. Anyone in your shoes would be confused. But I think you're doing a great job. You've quickly adapted and done things that are totally against your usual way of doing things, just because you love me and want to help me." 

Susan, however, just sobbed some more. She said into her hands, "I wish that were true. Unfortunately, I'm not doing all this just for you. Sometimes I like it too much, for my own bodily desires. Gaaawwdd, I'm such a horrible mother!" 

Alan sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her in a comforting manner. 

"Come on, Mom, don't be so hard on yourself. I was talking to Suzanne about this, and we both agree. There's nothing shameful about you feeling good when you help me. In fact, it's a very good thing." 

Susan finally looked up into his eyes, just to see if he was crazy. "A GOOD thing?! Are you kidding me?" 

"I'm serious. Just think about it. Mom, I love you and I want to see you happy, and I know for a long time that you haven't been that happy. But lately, you've been doing and feeling great! Haven't you?" 

"Well, yes, sometimes, but other times I feel just awful." 

"That's because guilt is holding you back. But there's nothing wrong with feeling good, when it comes from helping out another person with their medical treatment." 

Susan stared off in the distance with a new devilish gleam in her eye. "Suzanne keeps telling me that, but it just doesn't sit right with me. Thanks for caring, though." She leaned into him and threw her arms around him. "Son, we help each other out, don't we? What would I do without you?" She kissed him on the cheek. 

But she suddenly changed her mind and pulled her arms away. "Wait. Scratch that. Why don't you sit a little farther away? Let's not get started again." 

He did so.

She continued, "It's not that I don't want to hug you, but I think we should avoid touching each other for a while. I mean, I know the massage started off innocently enough; I was really sore, and you were just helping out. But once you start touching me like that, I lose control. You don't know how sensitive my breasts are. Once you start touching me there, I start to think and do crazy things. So please. It's not your fault, exactly. Let's just forget this ever happened, and go back to how things used to be. No touching! Your father will be here the day after tomorrow, so we can't touch each other in any improper manner, not even abnormality checks, not even the most innocent massage. Suzanne's going to be helping you all by herself. Are you okay with that?"

He hung his head. "Okay." He would have been very sad, except Suzanne had warned him Susan would come to some kind of conclusion like that and to just go along with it. She promised to make sure Susan's plan wouldn't come to pass.

That evening Alan spent a long time on his PC muscle exercises, and "admiring" the pictures Suzanne gave him. Dang, if only I had more control, Mom would be all "sexified" again instead of going back into her moralistic funk. I'm not going to blow it like that if another chance comes along. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't cum right then, but I want my mind to be in control of my penis, not the other way around!

CHAPTER 9 (Friday, Oct. 18)

Alan woke on Friday morning feeling uncertain. He didn't know whether to expect the "new" Susan or the "old" one, and the return of Ron loomed ever nearer. 

As it was, Susan was definitely in a prudish and conservative mood. So Alan was careful to be on his best behavior. He didn't say or do the slightest thing that could be construed as sexually provocative. 

But that same morning, Katherine soon found herself with a very big problem. She had continued to go without bras and panties, and dressed as scantily as Susan would allow. She was having so much fun with Alan that she didn't want it to end. That morning she had put on her cheerleader uniform because there was a big football game Friday afternoon, and the cheerleaders wore their uniforms all day long on game days to help build school spirit.

At breakfast, she had tried to flash him a view of her pussy under her very short, red cheerleader skirt. The danger of getting caught by her newly stern mother as she cooked breakfast was severe, but that just added to the challenge and the excitement. She did manage to catch Alan's eye with her stunt, and succeeded in getting some reaction out of him, despite his glum face. 

But the underwear cabinet next to the front door was now gone in anticipation of their father coming back, so when she left she forgot to put her panties back on.

It wasn't until she was just about to enter the school building for her first class when she felt a breeze between her legs and realized, Oh God! I don't have any panties on under my cheerleader skirt! 

She immediately snapped her legs shut, and wondered in fear if anyone had noticed. She looked around and decided that no one had, as she'd just stepped out of her mother's car a few minutes earlier. She decided she had no choice but to go to her first class, and meanwhile try to figure out what to do.

She remained hyper-aware of her condition, and kept her legs tightly closed until the class ended. Then she hurried through the halls in search of her brother. 

She figured, Alan's the only one I can tell this problem to. And he has to find a solution, because I can't think of anything. What am I supposed to do, just ask a friend if I can wear her panties? No way, and no one would agree to that anyways!

She found him near the end of the break period, and they quickly made plans to meet again in a quiet place after the end of the next class. 

An hour later, she immediately ran up to him and said, "Brother, I've got a big problem! I forgot to wear panties today. And I have cheerleader practice for my last class today, and then we go cheer for the big football game after school! What am I going to do?"

"Why did you forget something like that?" he asked. 

"Never mind about that, there's no time!" 

They quickly ruled out possibilities. The school had fences all around it, and no one was allowed to leave the school grounds for lunch. Even if one could escape, there was nowhere to go nearby to buy a pair of panties, as the school was in the middle of very residential area. They were talking about maybe having her finding some way to fake a sickness and skip out of school when they both had to hurry back to class.

At the next class break, they continued the discussion from where they left off. 

Alan immediately said, "I've been thinking, and I have a crazy idea that just might allow you to attend the game. But it's really crazy. I'm sure you'll say no."

"What is it? I'm ready for anything."

"This sounds weird, but what if we painted a pair of panties on? All the cheerleaders wear black undies. I could get some black paint from art class and paint you during lunch. It's quick-drying."

Katherine thought about it. She wasn't big on the idea, but it sounded like something really kinky she could do with her brother. Brother would have to get really up close and personal with my naked pussy to do the painting, heh-heh. But what if I get caught? I'll be made a laughingstock!

"What about, you know, my hair down there?" she asked.

"Luckily, your hair is almost black, and the cheerleader underwear is black. And you keep it closely trimmed. That's why I was thinking it just might work. If worse comes to worse, we could shave that off. But you never know. Do you have to do a lot of kicks and stuff like that? I wouldn't worry about the game, 'cos you'll be at least fifty feet from the stands. More like a hundred from where most everyone sits. It's the practice in your last class that you should worry about."

She couldn't resist a tease. She leaned against him and asked: "How do you know my hair down there is almost black? Have you been peeking?"

"It's pretty much the same color as the dark brown hair on your head, silly."

She teased some more, "How do you know then that I keep it closely trimmed? It sounds like you're intimately familiar with the appearance of my pussy."

Alan tried his best to remain businesslike and ignored the teasing. "You've been flashing it enough! Anyways, if we do this, I'm going to have to get a lot more familiar with it, if I'm going to paint you. We have to be quick: do you want to do this or not?"

She quickly considered the plusses and minuses. Finally she said, "This could be the biggest mistake of my life, but I'll do it. Anything for you, Big Brother!"

"For me?" he asked quizzically. "I'm doing this to help YOU. In any case, meet me at the start of lunch in the north end of the hallway, upstairs. There's a supply closet we can use there. But hurry. We'll have to use every minute of lunch, and there'll be no time to eat, I'm afraid. If it doesn't work, or if someone starts to suspect, I'll just announce that you're sick, and help you get back home."

So they ran off back to class. Alan was able to secure the black paint and brushes from his art classroom during his next break.

Now he just had to get through Ms. Rhymer's class. Again, Alan gave her the impression of being distracted, but for once it wasn't because of sex. He was thinking about the logistics of the paint job and the odds of the idea succeeding.

Brother and sister both breathlessly ran to the supply closet at the end of fourth period. Katherine of course ran with her hands on the front and back of her groin region, to make sure her very short skirt didn't go flying up. Her skirt only extended about two inches below her pussy.

CHAPTER 10

The both ducked into the supply closet as soon as the coast was clear. 

Katherine immediately saw why Alan had chosen it. It was like a narrow hallway, and it had a door to a smaller supply closet towards the back. 

They went into that room and turned on the light. There was so much stuff everywhere that there wasn't much room for two people, but they managed. The back room meant that someone could still open the door from the hallway, and hopefully not have any idea people were in the farther closet.

"Turn around, pull up your skirt, and pin it to your sides with your arms," said Alan in a commanding whisper. "You're going to have to stay in that position for a while."

Alan now squatted only inches from his sister's butt. He added, "We'll do the ass first, 'cos it should be easier. Actually, with the butt it'll be easier if you bend over so you don't have to hold the skirt up." 

Katherine bent over completely, allowing Alan to not only study her butt in great detail despite the darkness of the room, but also to examine every intimate nook and cranny of her pussy. 

The sight took his breath away. In actual fact, the only pussy he'd been able to closely examine so far was Suzanne's, and even then he'd had limited time. Now he could really take his time and even touch it as much as he desired. 

He leaned forward until his face was just inches away from her ass. He deeply inhaled the combination of aromas from her ass and her pussy. All the smells made his erection strain. It took all his willpower not to lean forward and lick the puckered entrance to her anus. 

Finally, he continued, "Here, you draw with your hands on your butt exactly where the cut of the black underpants you wear with your cheerleader skirt goes." 

She reached behind and drew two lines with her hands. It was exactly the same as the tan lines from her bathing suit, which made his job easy. 

Alan was actually amazed at just how revealing the cheerleader outfits were, considering they were for high school teenagers.

He immediately began painting and tried to imagine he was just painting a statue. He thought the painting might take the whole lunch period, which would leave no time for it to dry. "This is a special oil-based paint, and it dries fast," he said while he painted. "You're lucky I'm taking art this semester so I have access to these supplies! Because it's oil-based, it won't smear or come off if you get it wet with sweat or whatever."

"When I think about your face only a couple inches from my butt, I'm afraid there might be a lot of leakage of 'whatever' before too long," Katherine giggled.

"Come on!" he urged. "Let's get serious here. There's no time to play around."

"Does that mean you'll play around with me later, when we have more time?" she teased.

He chided, "Don't tease or you'll leave here with just half of a black butt!"

He sped on, but he was actually pleasantly surprised at how fast the painting went. Within three minutes, he had pretty much painted all of her ass. He mostly used a wide brush but switched to a narrow brush for the edges.

"I'm almost done with the back," he proudly announced.

"I think you need to pay more attention to the crack," she said seductively. "And I would rather you stick something thicker in there than that skinny little stick you're using. I know just the thing, and you have it in your pants," she giggled.

He laughed too, but was disturbed and nervous. Would she really want me to fuck her? Especially after Mom's new attitude? "Katherine, I'm shocked! You never used to talk like that before."

"Well, I've never had my brother paint my butt before!"

They both laughed again. Despite himself Alan found that he was getting over his morose feeling he'd had all day due to his recent tribulations with Susan.

"Sssshhh... No more jokes; we have to keep it down. People use this closet sometimes, you know. Okay, now we have to do the front."

"Oh, goody! The act we've all been waiting for!" she giggled.

"Come on, Sis, you're making this very hard."

"There are other parts of you I'd rather make hard. Maybe next time, I can paint YOUR privates? I know what part I'd like to spend a long time on! Then afterwards we can test if the paint's dry enough by sticking it in a certain hole."

"Sis, do you realize what you're saying?! Do you really mean that?" Alan wasn't really sure what he wanted when it came to that. As much as he was attracted to her, she was his sister, and it was a huge step to take. 

"Sorry, Bro. It's just that, especially since Mom and Suzanne turned all fuddy-duddy, I thought a little teasing could do you a world of good."

"Thanks, I guess - but we're losing precious time. I'll put the brushes down and hold up your skirt while you draw the cut of your panties in the front. You'll have to stand up for this part." She quickly stood and indicated the area to be painted. It covered the entire V-shaped area between her legs and a little more than her tan lines.

He painted as fast as he could, and went right down to the edge of her bush. Again he traced the outlines first with a small brush, and then quickly filled in the rest with a larger brush.

"I may have to get a little paint on the edge of your bush," he said as he got near to finishing all but her most private region. He actually painted over her pubic hair along all the edges.

'That's okay; you can do anything with my bush that you like."

"Katherine! Don't talk like that!"

"But it's so fun! It's just teasing."

"I think the new Katherine is dangerous."

"I'm only like this with you."

"Dangerous for me then. In any case, I think I'm done with the painting. Why don't you step back, and I'll try to step back, and then I'll see how it looks."

She stepped back, and then whispered in a little girl's voice, "Oh no, old man, don't look at my cute little virgin pussy! The wind has blown my skirt up and I can't get it back down! What ever will I do?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 08



"Before you explain the popcorn trick," interrupted Alan, "are you thinking about what you're doing here? We're in a public place, and I don't think-"

"I know what you've been doing with Suzanne and Mom!" she whispered very quietly, cutting him off. "I even listened outside your door while Mom gave you a blowjob. And I spied on you giving her a 'massage' the other day - you did it right in the living room where anyone could see! The stuff you've done with Mom. Come on, really! It's funny you should be the one to talk about caution! My attitude is just like theirs. A little fun, even sucking a little cock, is perfectly okay and very therapeutic for you. I'll bet you haven't cum six times yet today." 

From the look on his face, she knew she was right on that point. She continued, "As long as we don't actually have sex, then what's the harm? You remember what Clinton said - a blowjob isn't sex. Do you doubt the former President of the United States? I'm sure he wants me to give you a blowjob right now, in fact. He's all about family values," she giggled.

She began to unbutton and then unzip his pants with her one free hand. The other held the popcorn.

"Katherine!" Alan hissed quietly, and made a halfhearted move to stop her hand. "I can't fucking believe this! In a movie theater, no less!"

She asked innocently, "What's with all this resistance? Is it that you don't like me? You don't find me attractive? Is it that I can't compare to our Ms. Tits of the Universe mother and her equally-stacked best friend, not to mention your girlfriend Christine?" 

"She's not my girlfriend," he hissed. 

"Whatever. I see the way you ogle her big E-cups. Why is it every other female that you know besides me seems to have E-cup breasts? What are the odds of that?! Well, I can tell you, breasts aren't everything! How can I possibly compare with S and S? They're both inhumanly gorgeous." She was trying not to use names in case anyone overheard. 

"You're pretty gorgeous yourself," he urgently whispered. "And don't mention that kind of stuff in public, like mentioning our you-know-what. You're a complete stunner. I'm so lucky to have you as my, well, as my you-know-what. You'll look every bit as much of a knockout as them in a couple of years. But you're younger than me..."

"Hey! We're almost exactly the same age." She kept pulling Alan's pants zipper, and Alan would keep zipping it back up.

"Okay, whatever. But it would be like corrupting a minor, especially since..." He got all red and stopped talking.

"Since what?" she said, as she tugged on his zipper. She put the popcorn in her lap on the floor, which now gave her a two- to one-hand advantage over her brother.

He stammered, "Like with mom, she has limits, especially now. Even Suzanne has limits. But if you and I started... you know... I don't know if there would be any limits. Between two horny teenagers, you know. I don't know if I could... how good my self-control would be. Or yours, for that matter."

"Oh, is that the problem? I'm very good at limits. Let me prove it to you. I'll give you a blowjob now, and it'll stop there. I'll show you I know when to stop. That would just let me catch up to the other two."

Alan's resistance to her hands finally ended. 

Zipper now down, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his erect penis.

"I've been waiting soooo long to do this," she whispered with glee, and began to lick on it for the first time.

"So long?" said Alan, suddenly surprised. "More than the three weeks since I've been diagnosed?" 

She briefly paused before swallowing his erection and said, "I'm not telling. Three weeks can be a very long time."

Then she went to town on his dick. She was tentative at first, just keeping part of his penis head inside her lips while running her tongue in circles around the head. But she slowly took more and more in until the entire mushroomy head was in. She couldn't believe just how big it was or how tough it was to stuff all of it inside her mouth. 

Alan was so high from the erotic joy and excitement of discovery that he thought he would pass out at any moment. The fear grated on him though, and he complained, "As good as that feels, you have to stop! Can't we go somewhere and finish this in private? What if someone catches us?" 

It took her a while to answer because she was having too much fun bobbing up and down on his hard shaft to stop. She thought, This is sooo nasty! I can't believe I'm sucking off my own brother, and in a public place no less! I've been aroused before, but nothing like this! I hear that some women don't like cocksucking, but I can't imagine why. I feel so in control, like he's putty in my hands. Or should I say in my mouth? Heh-heh! The way he's squirming and trying not to moan is just too cute! And if I do this just right, he's going to completely explode. I can bring him to the heights of the utmost pleasure and that makes me feel so good. But not only that, I'm so hot myself that I think I'm about to drown in a puddle of my own cum! I've never leaked so much in my life! 

She licked and sucked a bit more, then thought to herself, God, it IS so fucking wide and fat! It seems big enough when you're holding it, but having it in your mouth is another thing altogether. My brother is hung like a horse! And all these thick inches of yummy cock sleep right across the hall from me. I'm gonna be seeing a lot of this baby from now on, heh-heh! 

Completely forgetting his questions, she started licking the most sensitive spot just under his penis head and asked, "Tho. How wath it with Chrithine? Did she thuck you off? In the middle of 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding' did she take your big fat penith out and give it a big fat thuck?" 

"Dear God, please don't mention her," he groaned. He was already painfully aroused by what his sister was doing and how good she was making him feel doing it. He didn't think it was possible that a person could get any more aroused than he already was. But when she mentioned Christine he overlaid his thoughts of her blowing him with thoughts of the sexually repressed Christine doing the same. He imagined how good it would have felt if, in the middle of the movie the night before, it was Christine who suddenly bared her big breasts and then started sucking him off. 

Katherine's jaw and tongue were getting tired and needed a break, so she pulled back a few inches from the tip of his penis and jacked him off instead. Looking up into his eyes, she whispered, "What's wrong? The Ice Queen doesn't put out? Boy, that's a big surprise. Would you rather get a little goodnight peck on the cheek or get stroked and blown all night long? Hmm?" Her mouth was still so close to his penis that every few words she'd stop and lightly blow on his supersensitive erection. 

Alan was in such a wonderful heaven that he wanted to scream for joy at the top of his lungs. But then he'd remember he couldn't do that because he was in the middle of a theater, a public place, and that would get him even more turned on and make him want to cry out even more. In the end, he tried to respond to her but could only let out a low whimpering moan. 

She giggled to hear him lost in the throes of lust. Encouraged, she went back to slurping on his meaty rod. She knew right away that cocksucking was something she loved to do, and she suspected she would grow to love it even more. She kept imagining sneaking into his room at all hours of day or night and holding it in her mouth for hours on end. 

The only problems were that her unpracticed jaw could only handle doing it a few minutes at a time and she had very little idea on the proper technique for what she was doing. She'd lied when she'd told Alan that she'd done this to a couple of guys on dates before - in fact, she'd never done more than necking with any guy. But whatever she lacked in terms of technique she made up for in sheer enthusiasm. She did suffer some gagging from being too ambitious at times, however.

Her lack of endurance and skill actually worked to make both of them even more crazed with lust. It seemed that just when Alan was ready to blow, she'd pull off to rest. Then, trying to make up for the fact that she was only jacking him off, she would say the most delightfully naughty things. This process would repeat every few minutes. 

Even then, Alan would have cum long ago because he was so incredibly aroused, except that she didn't know where all his sensitive spots were. So she was able to keep going for nearly half an hour purely by accident. 

Not only was Alan completely unaware what was happening in the movie, he hardly would have noticed if the lights were turned on and someone slapped him in the face. He was so in love with life at that moment that tears of joy actually leaked down his face. 

Katherine was jacking him off and whispering, "So, would 'my big fat Greek tits' treat you like this at the movies? I think not. I'll bet Christine made you pay for both the tickets and all you got was one lousy kiss on the cheek for your trouble. Am I right?" 

Alan didn't reply, but she was right. 

She continued, "I'll tell you what. Next time we go out to a movie you only need to buy one ticket because I'm gonna sit on your lap the whole time! Except that I'm not going to wear any kind of skirt at all and you're not going to wear shorts or jeans. I'm gonna sit down on your huge log! That'll keep me in my place in more ways than one! We should watch a really exciting flick so I'll bounce up and down a lot. Would you like that? Would you like to spend a couple of hours with your sister bouncing in your lap? Why, it would be almost like fucking!" 

Even though she was only lightly stroking him at the time, her words made him finally lose control. He knew he lost it for sure when she whispered the word "sister" almost inaudibly, directly in his ear.

Seeing his eyes get really big, she knew he was about to blow. She immediately ducked down into his lap and began sucking and licking for all she was worth. 

Alan had the most difficult time of his life cumming in public without screaming. He had to clench his teeth together so hard that it hurt, but he managed to not make that much noise. Luckily, there happened to be a song playing loudly in the movie. At the same time, his body writhed and shook in his chair like he was in a rocket ship being blasted into space. 

Katherine had heard that most women didn't like to the taste of cum and that swallowing it was rare. But she was determined to drink it all down no matter how bad it tasted because it was her brother's cum and she loved him. 

She boldly attempted to drink it all from the very first rope that hit the back of her throat, but it was way more than she expected. Mostly out of surprise, she found herself pulling back and she ended up with most of it on her face. Alan not only ejaculated tasty cum, he also generally ejaculated a great deal of it. Still, she thought that at most it could only be a few teaspoons of ejaculate and she couldn't square that with the sensation that a torrent of cum had just blasted into her face and mouth. 

A lot of it ended up in her mouth and on her tongue. So as his eruption subsided she found herself testing the taste and even savoring it. She thought, Hot damn! Why does everyone say swallowing is such a repugnant act? This stuff is GOOD! I would have swallowed even if it tasted like whale oil just cos it's my brother's, but damn! Now I DON'T want to swallow only 'cos if it all goes straight down I'm gonna miss out on the yummy feast. 

She immediately decided that she wanted to drink as much of his cum as he could produce, on a very regular basis. She suddenly had visions of sucking him off thousands of times in the years to come. She was delighted beyond belief. 

CHAPTER 3 

Alan was slumped in his chair and was so overwhelmed that he appeared nearly comatose. 

But Katherine was bubbly with excitement and whispered to him, "Big Brother, did you enjoy that as much as I did? I think so!" She giggled, completely forgetting she shouldn't use the word "brother." 

She went on, "I think we've got a really good thing going here. The only way you're NOT gonna find my face lapping and sucking in your lap every hour of the day from now on is if you wear some kind of metal underwear. The only thing that bums me out is the thought of all that cum that you must have spilled into hankies and whatnot over the years. But you know what's cool? Our bedrooms are right across the hall from each other! How would you like to wake up in the middle of the night some night and find me nibbling on your knob? What do you think of THAT?!" 

She gave him an encouraging nudge. 

However, Alan WAS nearly comatose. He mumbled, "Please, no more sexy... Too sexy..." 

She just giggled, proud of how much she'd overwhelmed him with an orgasm he would never forget. For the next few minutes, she spent her time scooping up gobs of cum from her face and then licking them off of her fingers. 

Alan eventually revived enough to open his eyes and start watching her do that. He immediately began to grow aroused again, though more mentally than physically since his dick was still too sensitive to grow erect. 

He thought, What is it about seeing my cum on someone's face that's such a turn on? I don't know, I only know that I like it. And if Sister is at all serious with her mumblings, it looks like I could be seeing a lot more of that in the near future. Dang! 

But at the same time, now that Alan had cum, the post-coital let down started to hit him. He suddenly got very self-conscious and worried. He whispered, "Sis, I loved that so much. Thanks. But just look at you, with cum all over your face! What little there is to your dress is opened up. We're in a public theater, for crying out loud. What if someone sees you now?"

"If it's a female, then I'll have to tell her, 'So sorry, but I'm not sharing,'" she giggled. "Or would you like it if I shared? I aim to please. Hey! Why don't we invite Christine along next time? I can show her some cocksucking tricks and we can practice on you together." 

Alan just groaned. His sister was so constantly arousing that he couldn't take it. 

"Don't worry. It's plenty dark and we're far from the aisle."

Alan fretted nervously, and made her at least thoroughly clean off her face. She wiped it all into her mouth. 

She tried to stall for time so she could get maximal enjoyment out of each gob of cum, swirling it around in her mouth as if tasting a fine wine, but she eventually ran out. Once she finally finished off the last of his seed, she whispered, "So did you like that?"

"Are you kidding? That was great. Except for the fact it was in a movie theater. I'm so scared out of my mind."

"Oh, come on. You know it turned you on - the fact that you're doing it out in the open with a girl. And not just any girl, but with your sister." She whispered the last two words directly into his ear, both for security and for effect. Then, since her mouth was up against his ear, she started to lick it. 

Alan discovered for the first time just what an erotic zone the ear could be.

But as good as she was making him feel, he just sat there as his arms tightly gripped the armrests of his chair. Mostly, he was just trying to hang on for dear life, like he was riding the most extreme amusement park ride. 

She eventually asked him, "Are you going to play with my tits already, or what? This is supposed to be an interactive activity, you know."

"Oh right. Sorry." He had to force himself to snap out of his blissful daze. He caressed her tits with both hands and devoted all of his attention to them as she continued to eat his ear and nibbled down his neck. Neither of them still paid any attention whatsoever to the movie. 

After a while, she pulled back from him and said, "Since you're so worried about getting caught, I think it's time to show you the popcorn trick. Poke a hole in the bottom of the popcorn box, and then stick your penis through it. Then I can reach in and grab it like I'm grabbing popcorn. People won't know what we're REALLY doing."

"You know, it takes a while for a guy to get hard again," Alan pointed out, but in fact it had just become hard again without realizing it. Katherine was simply too sexy to resist. 

She just pointed at his crotch and giggled. 

"Oh. Yeah." So Alan put his penis through the box. 

Soon she vigorously rubbed his penis through all the buttery popcorn. With her free hand, she reached into his popcorn container and began to eat some of the popcorn. "Mmmm, I don't think I'm ever gonna think of popcorn in the same way again," she whispered between mouthfuls.

"Why are you eating MY popcorn?" Alan whispered back. "What's your extra large popcorn for? Isn't this suspicious-looking?"

"My popcorn is 'cos the trick can work both ways." She pulled her short miniskirt up and exposed her pussy to Alan's eyes. Then she placed her popcorn over it, and poked a big hole in the bottom. Popcorn fell through the hole and filled up the empty air between her legs. But she scooted all the way back in her chair and kept her knees close together, so all the popcorn wouldn't fall onto the floor.

"Now, you stick your hand in my popcorn, and find a special surprise at the bottom. It's just like Crackerjacks!" She now used her free hand that held the popcorn to guide his hand through the hole. "And now it looks like we're two kids on a date, with you eating my popcorn and me eating yours, like how people do with wine glasses. So we've got an alibi..."

"Most teenaged girls on dates don't sit topless in a movie theater," Alan pointed out.

She answered saucily, "Hey, I'm not actually completely topless, I just don't believe in using all the buttons." She giggled. "Anyways... You're familiar enough with my pussy by now - what are you waiting for? I think you know what to do."

Alan reached into the popcorn and quickly found her crotch. He tenderly rubbed her pubic hair, but stopped at just that for a minute or so. 

Then he said, embarrassed, "Actually, you may find this hard to believe, but this is the first time I've had the opportunity to, you know. Put a finger in. With any woman." He gathered up his nerve and stuck his finger up into her pussy.

"Really?" Katherine asked, surprised. "Oh! Right there!" she said in response to his finger action. "Those two old broads don't know how to have a good time? Don't worry; you can practice on me anytime you want. It feels great already!"

Alan joked, "It's quite the popular place for fingers to linger lately, isn't it? Did you like it when Kim did it to you?"

"I've never done anything with a woman before. You know how I was, a few weeks ago. But I think we don't want to end Kim's blackmailing TOO soon. She seems nice at heart; it's Heather I'm afraid of. Kim's fingers definitely get me off, I have to admit. But not as much as you. Oooh! Oh! Like that!" she cried, but still their voices were no louder than whispers.

Both of them grew closer to climax. Her exposed chest heaved in time to his rhythmic probing. 

"I'm about to shoot," said Alan. "What do I do?" His penis still was surrounded by popcorn.

"Just do it in the popcorn, Big Cream-filled Brother. There's enough to stop it from flying out. But be quiet about it!"

"Okay, Sis," he whispered. In the excitement he completely forgot about not using words like "Brother" or "Sis."

They both came rather unexpectedly. Alan's sperm shot onto many kernels of popcorn, but none flew out of the top of the container. 

Katherine practically flew out of her seat, and just managed to prevent herself from screaming. 

CHAPTER 4 

Alan rested for a while. Then he looked over at Katherine and was struck by how naked she appeared. The straps which previously covered her boobs were now under her arms and, from the front, made it appear as if she was naked from the waist up. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 08



That got him nervous, and as his orgasm subsided he looked around the theater to see if anyone was watching them. He had gotten so absorbed that he had nearly forgotten where he was. The coast seemed clear. He wiped his sweaty brow and heaved a sigh of relief. 

They put their hands back on their own laps for a while.

Katherine had also gotten off from the attentions of Alan's hand. "That was soooo good..." she cooed. "And looky, it looks like the popcorn has extra-special flavor now." She reached into Alan's popcorn bucket and found some of the popcorn splattered with his cum. "Try some," she said.

"What are you doing? NO way! That's gross!" he whispered almost too loudly.

"I'm doing this for a reason. We need to get rid of a lot of the popcorn and I don't want to be rude and just toss it on the floor. Actually, your surprisingly sweet cum doesn't go well with butter flavor. Did you see how I was eating your popcorn before? I have to get it the level of the top of your cock, so I can stick my head in there." She continued to eat the cum-flavored popcorn.

She suddenly turned and looked up at him with an extremely naughty expression. "And do you know WHY I'm going to stick my head in there? Can you guess what my lips are going to be wrapped around?" 

Alan could guess very well, but he didn't want to encourage her teasing or he figured he might blow yet another load before she could even touch him. Instead, he asked her nervously, "Can't you cover your boobs up? Do they really need to be exposed like that?"

"They're that way so you can play with them. I'll make you a deal. After you're done playing with them, I'll close up." 

Alan was weary, but no fool. Her magnificently shaped breasts looked so tempting that only a complete idiot would turn down that offer. He reached over and resumed groping her tits.

He lost track of time doing that. He was such a "tit man" that he would have been perfectly happy to play with them for hours on end. 

Meanwhile Katherine continued to eat his popcorn. After about ten minutes she said, "I can't wait any longer," and began to shovel the remaining popcorn out onto the floor with her hands.

Then she dove her head into the bucket. Her mouth quickly found the tip of his penis, but she couldn't really get any further down, because of the sides of the container. She made rips in the side nearest to her, pushed the cardboard down, and dove back in. Soon her head sank deeper and forced the remaining popcorn out of the way.

Alan held Katherine's box of popcorn up in the air with one hand and tried to use it as a shield, positioning it between her head and the aisle as best he could. "What if someone looks now?" he groaned between labored breaths. 

Katherine was too busy sucking to answer. She kept at it until her jaw grew too sore to go on. 

When she finally pulled her face out of the box, Alan thought she looked quite amusing. Her face was completely covered with buttery oil. There even was a kernel of popcorn lodged in one of her nostrils. He pulled it out for her.

"Next time, we're getting unbuttered," he said. 

They both quietly giggled.

"I think I like it better buttered though," she replied in all seriousness. "It makes everything slippery, just like the soap today. Next time, we get extra butter!" 

She put her hand on his upper arm and wiped. Sure enough, it was soaked with oil and left a big trail on his skin. Then she took that oily hand and brought it down to his erection. 

As she started to slip and slide her hand up, down, and all around, she asked, "So. Having a good time? Who's the better date, me or Christine?" 

Alan groaned, and for once it wasn't only because of intense pleasure. "Sis, uh, I mean Katherine, what is it with you and Christine? How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not interested in her any more?" 

"Oh, about a thousand. For starters." Her hand pumped and pumped and pumped. "Ten thousand." 

"Why?! For one thing, why does she bother you so much, but S and S don't? I don't get that." 

She just rolled her eyes and sighed. "Men. Duh! They're cute but so dumb. I'll bet if you were feeling an intense emotion down to your guts you'd mistake it for hunger." She leaned over and went back to sucking on his knob. 

"Huh? What was that all about?" 

But she didn't answer; she was too busy loving his thick pole. 

Alan was still confused, but the way she was swirling her tongue around his penis head felt so good that he eventually forgot all about the issue. 

He spent many minutes fondling her pussy, ass, and everywhere else he could reach. She was completely naked for all practical purposes and he wanted to get to know every last inch of her body. 

Katherine, by contrast, was mostly interested in his dick, and spent as much time with it in her mouth as she possibly could. 

They continued like that on and off for most of the rest of the movie. They were only limited by the ability of Alan's penis to revive and the endurance of Katherine's tongue, jaw, and fingers. 

At one point, Katherine even made the suggestion that Alan should fuck her. She lifted up her leg and exposed her pussy yet again to Alan's eyes. As Alan held his penis, she said, "Why don't you put that someplace useful?"

"Katherine!" he whispered anxiously. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

"I'm just saying, why not just rub the outside lips? Kind of a dry fuck? It would feel so good!" She figured once she had him doing that, the rest would naturally follow.

But Alan had the same thought. "No way, man! If we do that, who knows where it will lead. You don't really want me to fuck you, do you? Much less, in a public movie theater! That's so totally wrong. Tell me you don't have that idea."

In face of his resistance she said, "Of course not. I just like playing. Speaking of which, don't you want to touch it? In the meantime, let me take care of this." 

Her hand returned to his shaft, his hand went to her pussy, and they went back to playing some more. 

But Katherine considered it merely a temporary, strategic retreat. She suspected that if blowjobs made her feel that good, true intercourse would probably make her feel even better. She couldn't wait to find out if it was true. 

Alan started paying some attention to the movie, only because he was worried about the time. He didn't want to be sitting there with both hands running over his nearly totally naked sister with her hand bobbing in his lap when the movie ended and some people tried to get past them out the way out. 

At one point, he noticed Hugh Grant in the film up on a stage, dramatically playing guitar in front of a large crowd of people. He got the vibe that it was a Hollywood kind of movie climax, so he determined to have another climax of his own, while he still could. He'd been desperately fighting the urge to cum for some time now, so it was easy as pie for him to simply give in and let go. 

Katherine happened to be stroking him as she rested her jaw yet again. 

He whispered, "Sis, you're making me so hot I can't stand it anymore. I'm gonna blow. Again! I want your hot lips around me. I wanna fill your mouth with my seed. Again! Dang, three times in an hour or so. Even I can't believe I can manage it. And it's only because you're so amazingly inspiring." 

She dropped her mouth to his rod yet again. She'd lost count of the dozens of times she'd done that since the movie had started. "Am I? Even more than Christine?" 

"Sis, if Christine is as hot as a fire in our fireplace, you're a fucking sunspot! There's no comparison. The Ice Queen isn't even worthy of holding a bag of your toenail clippings." He didn't exactly know what he meant by that weird comment, but it appeared to have worked since his sister's eyes lit up. 

"Really?" 

"Really. All she's got are the big tits, okay, and the big intellect too, but she's got a cold heart. You, you're like a fireball of pure lust. You're so sexy that you're gonna give me a heart attack!" 

"Oh Alan! I love you so much!" She attacked his erection like a woman possessed. She tried to jack it off with both hands while swirling her tongue everywhere on it and sucking it down to the root at the same time. 

Not everything worked, but enough did to cause him to lose control within less than a minute. 

He coated the back of her throat with his cum for the third time, but she still didn't get enough of it. 

The most remarkable thing of all though was that after all that, they still had energy left. Alan happened to be riding a wave of energy and found he was vigorously fondling her sweet body only a couple of minutes after shooting his load. His penis was still down for the count, but that didn't slow his ardor at all. 

The movie finally ended about five minutes later. Alan had played with Katherine's tits off and on for most of the movie, but she didn't fully cover them up until the credits started to roll.

With the movie coming to an end, and with Alan using one hand to squeeze her right tit and the other hand to pull at the nipple in the middle of it, Katherine decided to say a few last things while she still could. She whispered to him, "You really know how to get me off, do you know that? Mmmm. I think I'm going to have to be a slut for you from now on. A cocksucking sister-slut. Would you like that?"

"Sssshhh!" He whispered back. "Don't say that!" He saw the credits starting and began to freak out. Luckily there was no one sitting near them because they were completely unprepared for someone to pass them by.

Katherine though, was so turned on that she didn't want to stop for anything. She whispered, "Say what? That you have a sister who wants to suck your cock? Are you saying I should just stand up and shout that to the whole movie theater? Maybe I should just take off what little is left of my fucking dress and just stand up buck naked and fucking scream out, 'I love my brother's juicy cock! We're going to go home right now and then he's going to shove it up my pussy!' Do you think that might get people's attention?"

He groaned in tortured ecstasy, especially since her words caused his dick to immediately engorge again. He could scarcely believe that such a thing was possible. 

Katherine immediately took advantage. His dick was so slicked up with cum and popcorn oil that it was slicker than a greased pig. Her hands resumed flying up and down his penis, completely heedless of any danger. 

"Sssh!" He realized that he'd been moaning far too loudly, and that Katherine was making too much noise as well. He looked around the theater closely, but no one seemed the wiser. 

As more people stood up, he grew desperate. "Stop it, please! I beg you! If you love me, pleeeasse! Stop!" 

At that, she immediately stopped and began covering herself up. 

He'd stumbled across the magic words unwittingly, because she resolved to do anything she could to show the depth of her love for him. His only clue to this though was that she whispered, "Okay, if you put it that way..." 

Finally, they both finished dressing. They thought that they were in the clear now and that no one had noticed their amorous activities, but as the theater cleared out an older woman who had sat a couple of rows in front of them muttered "Disgusting!" as she walked past them. 

The two of them had periodically tried to clean themselves and their chairs off, but they hadn't brought enough napkins so Katherine's face was still covered with the residue of buttery oil. 

Alan did his best to lick it all off while the last of the other moviegoers left, but he refused to give her a kiss on the lips, to her immense frustration. "Boundaries," he said. His stance on boundaries shifted from minute to minute depending on which head was in control - the one on his shoulders or the one between his legs.

Finally they stood up to go. The credits were all done and the lights had turned back on. 

Katherine looked back fondly at her seat and commented, "Think about the poor schmuck who has to clean this place up tomorrow. I wonder if he'll look at the popcorn boxes" - both of them were on the floor in a ripped, punctured, and mangled state - "then see all the white stuff on the popcorn on the floor, and put two and two together!"

"I'd like to think that we came buckets," Alan quipped. 

They both had a good laugh. 

He was amazed at himself - one minute he was calm and joking, then next he would be perspiring and shaking from nervousness. 

He pointed at her seat, now that he could see it clearly. "Holy crap! And who's going to clean that?" There was cum all over the place. She had literally cum a small puddle, and then she'd smeared it all around as her ass shifted around in her seat. Popcorn kernels were stuck to it everywhere. 

She just walked away. "Oops. Let's say we didn't see that!" She giggled. She clung to him tightly and joked, "Good movie, huh?" 

Alan laughed. "Yeah! My favorite movie of all time! What was it about?" 

"I don't know!" she giggled. 

Then he said, "What was it even called, anyways?" 

"Ummm..." 

As Alan finished asking the question, he remembered that the title was "About a Boy." But he joked, "Wait, I remember. It was called 'About a Blowjob,' wasn't it?" 

It wasn't the funniest joke in the world, but Katherine thought it was hilarious and laughed a long time. 

As they walked out of the theater and headed to the parking lot, Alan said to his sister, "You know, we're not actually going to do anything more tonight, are we? For one thing, I don't think my penis could take it. Not to mention my heart."

"Whatever you like, sweetheart," she said breezily, still happily clinging to him. "I just love to get off, and get you off. Now that I've started, I don't think I'm ever going to stop. Isn't it great that our bedrooms are only ten feet from each other? Any time your penis gets even the slightest twitch of life, just come on over to my room and I'll suck you dry, okay? Now I know why God gave me this pair of lips. Not to eat food. Who cares about that. No, it's so I can be an insatiable cocksucking machine for my brother. Anytime and anywhere he wants it."

"Katherine!" he complained. "Not here!" Although they were outside, there were some other people nearby walking to their cars.

However, there weren't that many since it had been such a late movie, and Katherine was still so horny that the idea of strangers watching only encouraged her. "Why? Does that get you excited? It does for me!" She grabbed at his penis through his pants, but it was done for the time being.

"Katherine, what's gotten into you?"

She let go and put her hands behind her back. She tried to look innocent and even skipped a bit as they reached the sidewalk outside of the theater. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe that I love my brother, and he loves me?" 

She turned to him and flashed him such a winning smile that he thought his heart would melt. His fears and doubts completely dissolved, and they walked down the street in a state of near giddiness, hand in hand.

"I don't know who this brother of yours is," he finally said, "since you wouldn't want to be mentioning that kind of thing in public. But I have a sneaking suspicion he loves you very much too."

"I know," she said confidently. "I just have one request." 

"What's that?" 

"That you don't see any more movies with Christine." 

"Okay, fine. After what you did to me, I'd give you the world. However, you should have been more demanding. No more movies with her, but that doesn't mean no more outings period." 

"Grrr!" 

"But why? Why this big jealousy of her, and only her?" 

"You doof! Don't you get it? It's because she's like me, but better. Mom and Suzanne are different enough that they don't feel like direct competition. But Christine feels like competition." 

"Never. First off, there's nothing going on with her and me, so don't worry. Second, I love you so much that it physically hurts. True, I had a crush on her, but that doesn't even begin to compare with the years of fun and love you and I have shared. And most importantly, she's not better than you in any way, unless maybe one is into breast size, and I don't know anyone like that." 

She laughed at his joke since he was such a notorious tit man. She elbowed him in the ribs. "Liar! However, I love that you lied for me." She clung to him even tighter. 

The truth was, he was lying. Christine was not only drop dead gorgeous, but she was also a near genius. That was what Katherine feared the most, because she knew that Alan's interest in a beautiful airhead would only go so far, but Christine had the smarts to be a potential soul mate for him. However, he was honest in expressing how much stronger his feelings for his sister were. 

Changing the subject, he said, "By the way, one more thing I forgot to mention. Guess what I found in my pocket last night?"

"Let me see." She reached over and grabbed his penis through his pants again, not even getting close to a pocket. It happened to be flaccid though. It deserved a rest. 

"Not that!" he said, "Or, not just that," he chuckled. He pulled out a key. "I found the key to the supply closet. I didn't mean to, but in all the excitement I forgot to return it to Ms. Rhymer on Friday."

Katherine's eyes lit up. "Interesting! Since you told me, then I guess you'll have no objection if I make a copy before school on Monday... Heh, heh, heh!" 

They made it to the car. It was a dark parking lot and they were far from anyone else. As Alan stood by the driver's side, ready to open the door, Katherine said, "Here, let me get your keys for you." 

Alan rolled his eyes and sighed. "Sis, first off, I can get the keys myself. Secondly, that's not even my pocket." 

She feigned confusion. "It isn't?" She giggled. "Never mind though. I've found something a lot more interesting." She rubbed Alan's newly emergent erection over his pants.

Alan put his hand on her hand and tried to pull her away. "Sis, please, don't. I don't even know how it got hard yet again, but if I cum one more time, I think It's going to break or something. I'm serious." 

She stopped stroking it for a moment, but then said, "Awww. Poor thing. Looks like it could use some help. Oh! I know! How 'bout I give it a good massage?" She broke into another fit of giggles as she resumed stroking it. 

Alan was still trying to pull her hand away but not trying that hard. It simply felt too good. At least he managed to grasp her wrist tightly enough to keep her hand from moving up and down very much. He thought, Sis has already tried something like this twice since we left the movie theater and she just won't take no for an answer. Doesn't she realize the danger, even out here in the parking lot? 

His thoughts ran deeper. You know, Sis has always been a bit spoiled. Why is it that she got that way and I didn't? I think maybe it was because Mom seemed to need my help with Father being gone so much. I remember one time she told me that with him being always overseas, it was up to me to be the "man of the house." That made me feel so good, so responsible. 

Hmm. I wonder if even back then, if I wasn't so eager to be a good kid just so I could win Mom's favor in hopes of becoming her lover someday. I mean, I tried so hard not to look at her as a sexual creature, but when your Mom has looks to put most Hollywood actresses to shame, it's hard not to feel something, at least subconsciously. Not to mention her chest. DANG, that chest! 

Alan luxuriated in intensely pleasurable feelings as he thought about his mother and her big rack. He realized though the feelings seemed uncommonly powerful and then he remembered with a start that his sister was still stroking his erection. While he was thinking, he'd loosened the grip on his hand and now it was moving up and down too as Katherine's hand carried it along. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 08



He grasped her wrist tighter and forced her hand off of his crotch altogether. 

"Awww...." she pouted. "I was using that. Can't you play with one of your own?" She giggled. 

He finally took the car keys out of his pocket. "Sis, come on. I told you no, and I'm serious. You have to promise me, no fondling like that in public without my permission. It's too dangerous and you'll ruin everything!" 

With a pouty sigh, she conceded. "Okay. God, that's fun though. I could feel the warmth right through your pants." 

They finally got in the car and headed home. 

CHAPTER 5 (Sunday, Oct. 20)

Considering the Plummer house was supposed to be under a new, moralistic regime, not to mention the dangers of Ron's return, Alan still found lots of ways to have fun. 

On Sunday, everyone went to church but him. For a couple of years he had refused to attend church because he found religion boring. He thought he would kick back and read the Sunday paper. 

But almost as soon as the car pulled out of the driveway Suzanne came over to the house and let herself in. She grabbed Alan's hand before he even knew what was happening and dragged him back to his room, saying, "Hi Sweetie. Let's make up for lost time, shall we?"

She sucked and jacked him off like there was no tomorrow. 

Alan watched her long tongue snaking out and flicking at the very tip of his erection, and considered that he could have been in a church, listening to a boring sermon instead. He thought, It's a good thing I'm not religious, or I might be too morally distraught to properly enjoy this, heh-heh.

Between licks, she said, "Oh God!" <lick, lick> "It's been..." <lick> "So long!" <lick, lick, lick> 

As Alan's lust was just starting to build up, he pointed out, "What do you mean, 'so long,' Aunt Suzy? It's been less than twenty-four hours." 

"That's too long in my book," Suzanne said, then she swallowed his penis head and twirled her tongue all around it for a little while. Finally, she added, "Aren't you happy to see me? You seem a little grumpy." 

"I'm totally happy to see you. It's just, well... This is kind of embarrassing and maybe Freudian, but I keep thinking of Mom and Ron. ... I'd probably even get flaccid thinking about it, except that you're the cocksucking queen of the universe." 

After she went to town on his most sensitive spot, he added, "DANG, that feels good!" But he was still frowning, despite the intense pleasure. 

Suzanne looked up briefly, saw his worried face, and said, "Don't worry, they didn't have sex last night, if that's what you're thinking." 

"They didn't? How do you know?" 

Suzanne looked like she was going to tell him something, but in the end just went back to gobbling on his penis head, mumbling, "I just know." 

Alan thought back to how tired Ron had looked after his flight and found himself nodding, even though Suzanne couldn't see him doing that. 

Cupping his balls with a free hand, she came up for air after a while and said in an especially sultry voice, "Do you like that? Do you like that your mother is putting the horns on your father because she's so addicted to your cock? I'll bet if she had sex with him, she'd feel like she's cheating on you. Oooh! It's all so oedipal!" she added with glee. 

"It's not like that!" Alan protested. "She was just reluctantly helping me with my condition, but she doesn't even do that any more." But secretly he was very pleased. 

Alan, emboldened by Suzanne's sexy words, the fact that she wore nothing but panties, and even by what he did with his sister the night before, waited until Suzanne was busy with his erection in a near deep throat and had both hands tugging on his balls. Then he stuck his hand under her wet panties and put a finger in her pussy. He was delighted to find that she did nothing to stop him. 

Instead, when she had to take a breather from all the cocksucking a minute later, she jokingly pretended that she didn't know what he was doing. "Boy, Sweetie, it's a good thing you don't know anything about finger-fucking, or you just might dare to try it out on me. And we both know how that's against the rules!" 

They chuckled at the pretense.

One thing that Suzanne was really good at was sensing just how close Alan was to cumming. Whenever he got too close, she would slow down or even stop for a little while. She knew he could only climax so many times and wanted to maximize their fun. 

Alan thought amusedly that he had hated how long church sermons went on, but now he wished church would never end. Suzanne had been stroking and sucking for a good twenty minutes and it seemed like the two of them could keep doing it forever. 

But they could only dance on the edge for so long. Eventually, without any special stimulation or reason, Alan suddenly lost control. He just barely had time to shout, "Watch out!" before he started firing into Suzanne's tonsils. 

It had been great fun, but unfortunately Suzanne couldn't coax him back to life that morning. By the time the family returned, the two of them sat in the living room and innocently read sections of the newspaper.

The time with Suzanne helped Alan get over his recent bout of moral indecision. Any qualms he had were decimated by the overpowering image of Suzanne naked, dripping cum, and panting like a bitch in heat. 

After she left, he thought, How could something that feels so good possibly be wrong? It's not wrong to fuck someone like Suzanne or even my mom. What's wrong is letting a beautiful woman like that go even one hour without being fucked. Such a woman needs to be put into stirrups and fucked every hour of the day by as many cocks as can find holes! It's not my fault I was born with such a hot mother. 

One such woman would drive any man to complete distraction, but I've got four in my house, counting Amy, and then there's Ms. Rhymer in school, and Akami to consider, too. Dang, she looks fine. It's amazing I haven't been reduced to a drooling, gibbering idiot already, with all these fine ladies running around. I guess that's the "price" of living the rich life in Southern California, heh-heh.

CHAPTER 6 

Later in the day, Susan and Suzanne took off to do some shopping. 

Ron had revived from his traveling ordeal and went off to play golf with one of his friends. 

Katherine immediately cornered Alan and got him to agree to shave her pussy. She wanted it shaved so her naked, soon-to-be-painted crotch would be less noticeable for the cheerleading practices starting the next day. 

Once it was done, Alan inaugurated the new look with a fresh finger fuck while still in the bathroom.

Then Katherine wanted to reciprocate with a pleasant blowjob. She pouted, "Isn't it about time that you ask me to suck you off? "

"But I, uh..." He could barely wrap his head around her amazing suggestion.

"Like I said, it's about time already that you ask me to suck you off." 

They both laughed. 

She continued more seriously, "Really though. Anytime you want it. Anytime, sweetheart. Don't make me wait. After we did it last night, why not today?"

"I'd love to, SIs, you know that. But I'm still worried about the danger. You never know when someone might come home."

"That's not stopping you from giving me a nice finger bang."

Alan had his finger in her pussy again. "True. But it just seems like we could escape this easier. If you get really into a blowjob, I know at least that I'll be so out of my mind with pleasure that a whole herd of elephants would escape my attention." 

"What if I suck, but I suck at sucking?" She giggled. 

Alan's resolve was slowly weakening. What if we're really careful? It wouldn't take that long. I'm mean, this is my sister and she's eager! 

But just then, they heard a knock on the door. "I heard some noises. Anyone in there?"

Both of them breathed big sighs of relief. It was only Amy. Lucky, too, the door had a lock and they had locked it. What if it had been Mom or Ron? they both thought to themselves. They were treading a very dangerous path.

"Uh, yeah, don't come in. I'm in here," said Alan. 

They both looked around frantically, but they had been so careless that neither of them had come into the bathroom with any clothing. Luckily, there was one big towel that hung on a rack, so Alan wrapped it around his waist. He figured he could walk out in that. There were only hand towels for Katherine.

Amy asked, "Alan, are you in there alone? I thought I heard you whispering to Katherine, too. Isn't she in there?"

"Yeah, I'm in here too," Katherine said glumly. "Just hold on a sec." They had both been whispering up to the moment they heard the knock on the door, and it was futile to deny it. Katherine just hoped that Amy hadn't managed to actually hear what they'd been talking about. 

Alan and Katherine began to use the water at the bottom of the bathtub to wash their faces and otherwise clean themselves up. 

"Why are you both in there together?" asked the naïve Amy quizzically from the other side of the door.

Alan figured the truth, slightly altered, was the best way to go. "I was helping Katherine shave. She needed my help."

"Can I come in?" asked Amy. "It's hard to talk through the door. And why the whispering? No one else is home."

"Yeah, just a minute." Alan then whispered quietly into Katherine's ear, "We can tell her an innocent version of the painting and the shaving. She'll probably learn about it in a few days, anyway. You could use her as an ally in this little cheerleader control battle." 

He got out the shaving cream, and covered Katherine's pussy with it while she sat naked in a pool of water on the floor of the bathtub. 

Then Alan, wrapped in a towel and with a razor in his hand, finally opened the door. His hand that was holding the razor also kept his penis pushed safely down between his legs, so it wouldn't create a big bulge in the towel.

"Whoa!" said Amy as she walked in and shut the door. "Hiya. What are you guys up to?" Her eyebrows were raised because not only was Alan wearing in a towel, but Katherine was sitting in the bathtub completely nude. 

"I'm shaving Katherine's private parts," Alan replied. "It's a long story why. Do you want to hear it?"

"Sure," said Amy happily. "I love stories."

Alan briefly explained how Katherine had forgotten her panties and how he had to paint her underwear on that Friday. He skipped over parts like how he repeatedly fingered Katherine and how he watched her with binoculars. As he kept talking, he realized he didn't really have an explanation why she had to keep her pussy bare for the next week.

"So then," he said as he winged it, "um, it turns out the reason why Katherine forgot to wear her underwear was because she lost them. So we special-ordered another pair, but they won't be ready until next week. In the meantime, we thought she should keep doing this paint thing until the new underwear comes in. It's really no big deal. Happens all the time. Do you remember how, who was it, Demi Moore, had a painted-on suit on a magazine cover a few years back?"

"Yeah, I think so. But why not just wear different underwear?" asked Amy.

Good question, thought Alan. "Ummmm.... Because we went shopping and we couldn't find any other ones that were the same shape and size. You know how they're a special size. You can't find them any more, especially in black." 

He made up the special size part and everything else, but Amy seemed to completely believe the absurd explanation even though she was a cheerleader herself.

"M'kay..." was her only reaction. "So why are you shaving her now?"

"Well, the one problem on Friday was that we thought her hair down there might be showing. So if it's smooth, then nobody will notice the paint job."

"Wow, that's really weird," Amy said with more emotion. "You're really brave, Katherine. I hope I never lose my cheerleader underwear! Then I'll have to run around without any panties all that time! That would be scary!" She unconsciously grabbed at her crotch.

"Yeah, it's scary," Katherine replied. "It would be really embarrassing if anyone found out. Do you promise to not tell anyone a single thing, or mention this to anyone unless it's just us three?"

"Sure! I've been good with the secret about the bet, haven't I? All these secrets about panties lately - it's funny!" Amy laughed. 

Alan and Katherine forced themselves to laugh along. They got a little sloppier about keeping the noise down, now that Amy confirmed the coast was still clear.

Then Amy said, "So does that mean you're completely smooth down there?"

"I sure am," said Katherine. "Alan was just finishing. Would you like to see it?"

"M'kay!" Amy clapped her hands together in happiness.

Katherine wiped the shaving cream away.

"Wow! I've never seen anything like that before. Mine is really hairy."

"It feels really different. Would you like to feel it?"

"Can I?" Amy asked. 

Katherine nodded. She thought, Amy's such a nice person, but boy is she an airhead sometimes. I can't believe she's buying this! 

Amy took off her socks and stepped into the tub. She still wore her shorts and T-shirt.

Amy began to rub her fingers over Katherine's pussy. "It feels so smooth..." she said. "I think I like it better than mine. Mine is too hairy!" She suddenly pulled her hand away. 

"Why did you stop rubbing, Amy?" asked Katherine, as if she was offended. "Didn't you say you wanted to touch it?"

"Yeah, but I just remembered that I'm not supposed to touch there. My parents told me I'm not allowed to touch myself there, like, at all!"

Alan cut in and pointed, "Remember what I told you before. The rules Suzanne has given you don't apply to close friends like me and Katherine. She's trying to protect you from strangers."

Katherine added, "So if you want to keep rubbing, I don't mind at all. Especially that little nub at the top. Make sure to rub that a lot. Did your parents say why you shouldn't touch yourself?"

"No, I don't remember. I just remember they said that it was bad. Very bad." She still kept her hands back. 

"That's because of all the hair," said Katherine. She felt very naughty and enjoyed telling the seemingly harmless lies. "You've heard about STD's - sexually transmittable diseases - haven't you?"

"Yes," said Amy bashfully.

"That's how they often get transmitted, by things living in the hair. So if you touch your hairy pussy, you might get sick. But since I'm shaved I don't have that problem."

"Ooh, that sounds great! I want to get shaved too! Alan, can you shave me? Please? Pretty please?"

Alan considered the idea. He was feeling pretty naughty too. We shouldn't really be taking advantage of Amy like this; she's so innocent. But the thought came out weakly and without conviction. Still, how can I resist her? She's practically as scorching hot as her mom. Although... What if we get caught? With the three of us in here, it would really be trouble! But I'm sure that no one will be back for at least two hours. It's worth the risk. 

He finally answered, "Okay, but just a minute. I have to get some more stuff." He ran to his room and got some clothing. He also had Katherine go and get some clothing from her room. 

He also had to get more shaving cream, so by the time he got back, Amy had already taken off all of her clothes and stood there smiling and completely buck naked. 

"I didn't want her to get her shirt wet in the tub," Katherine explained, barely suppressing a knowing giggle. Actually, Amy wasn't completely naked, as Katherine pointed out: "I also had her put on some of my high heeled shoes, as you know it's pretty standard procedure to wear high heeled shoes when shaving a pussy." Again, she could barely suppress a snicker.

Alan replied with a perfectly straight face, "Good thing you remembered that. Of course you can't do it without the heels. That would be silly to even try."

Katherine snorted. 

Alan had seen Amy naked before as she was quickly changing, but now he could stare at her as long as he liked. Amy really does have a hairy pussy, much more so than Sis did. I wonder what she would look like bald down there too. Only one way to find out! 

He had her sit on the rim of the bathtub, and put her feet on the dry floor on the other side of the tub. Being in the tub wasn't really necessary, but Katherine still sat in the shallow water and looked like she didn't want to move.

Alan got down on his knees and took a good, close look at Amy's bush. He decided, Once again, I can't help but conclude this is a pussy that needs a good, solid fucking, heh-heh! But unfortunately, today just isn't the time, especially with Ron being back. But no reason not to have a little fun, right? Let's see just how far she lets me go with her. He covered her pussy with shaving cream, and prepared to shave with the razor.

He had to figure out an excuse to put his hand in her pussy. He just couldn't resist exploring. "Um, Amy, sometimes shaving can make a woman break out in a rash. You can get red and bumpy all over. Especially the first time, it can happen a lot. You can also get a rash on the inside of your pussy, which is really bad, 'cos you may not even notice it. So while I shave, I think its best if I check the inside of your pussy with my fingers to see if any bumps are developing. If they are, then we'll have to stop for a while. Is that okay with you?"

Alan half expected Amy to say, "What do you take me for, a complete idiot?" 

But she just said "M'kay!" in a happy, singsong voice.

So with one hand he began to finger her pussy, and with the other he began to shave. He noticed Katherine sitting behind Amy, where she obviously found it difficult to resist bursting into laughter.

"I don't want to cut you," Alan continued, "so whatever you do, don't move a muscle. Don't even turn your head. Keep your eyes closed, too. Firmly closed." 

Amy immediately closed her eyes.

Katherine took that as an all-clear sign, and began to lewdly finger herself. With one hand she roughly ran her hands over her boobs and nipples, and with the other she plunged four fingers deeply in and out of her pussy. 

Alan could see every detail of what his sister did, but Amy was totally oblivious. For one thing, Amy was facing the wrong way. Admittedly, if she did open her eyes, she could look in the mirror and see Katherine's wanton display a mere foot or two behind her. But luckily she kept her eyes closed. 

Alan counted on the fact that Amy was not only naïve, but also extremely obedient.

Alan had gotten incredibly aroused at abusing Amy's trust. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. Underneath the towel, his erection stood straight out between his legs towards Amy. In effect, his hardness was completely unencumbered with only a towel lying slightly above it, but he didn't have enough hands to keep shaving, fingering Amy, and massage himself too. He tried to stimulate his penis by rubbing it between his legs, without much success. 

Katherine saw his predicament and helped out by taking over the shaving duties for a while, so he could focus more on fingering Amy. They might have been tricking her, but they wanted her to have a good time. 

After many minutes, brother and sister nearly finished shaving Amy. 

Katherine returned to fingering herself in the bathtub. 

Alan constantly ran his fingers around the inside walls of Amy's pussy, as if he was really checking for bumps. He also pushed his fingers as far back as they could go, as if checking for the really hard to reach bumps.

Finally, Amy said, "Can I say something?" She managed to say that while barely moving her lips.

"Yes, but don't move your mouth," Alan said.




Six Times a Day Pt. 08



She murmured, "Can we stop for a minute? I'm having a really hard time not moving. I think it's your checking for bumps. It's making me all shaky."

He grinned; she was just too cute. "All right, I'll stop, but keep your eyes closed and keep still." He realized this was for the best, since it was obvious Amy was about to climax. That was something Katherine had just done a minute or two earlier, and fairly noisily, too.

"Tell me, Amy," said Alan. "Have you ever masturbated?"

"No, but I've heard about it though," she replied brightly. "What's it like?" 

At that both Alan and Katherine couldn't resist laughing out loud.

Finally, Alan responded, "It's somewhat like checking for bumps. But it's kind of different."

"Oh. Well then I think I'll like it then," she said, innocently.

"I think we can continue, so keep still," Alan finally said. "I believe I'm done shaving, but before we finish, we need to check again for bumps. The allergic-type reaction can often be delayed some minutes after the shaving is done, so it's good to keep checking for bumps for some time."

"M'kay. I'll try to keep still," said Amy out of the corners of her mouth, "But it's really hard when you check for bumps."

"Do your best," Alan said. "Now that I'm not shaving, it's okay if you have to move around some, but definitely keep your eyes closed no matter what."

He began to finger her pussy again, more vigorously this time. Since that only took up one hand, he slipped the other underneath his towel and massaged his very ready erection. He was so aroused by playing with Amy's pussy that he was already on the verge of a big climax even though his penis hadn't been touched at tall. 

Katherine also started to masturbate herself again as well. 

Amy soon began to wiggle her ass around in response to Alan's fingers.

"That's okay, Amy, move around if you have to, but don't even think of opening your eyes!" Alan added this last part because his towel had now fallen off of him completely and he was masturbating himself a mere foot or two away from her with the hand not "checking for bumps." 

Finally Alan couldn't take it anymore and, as he shot his load, he pointed his hard-on straight down. The cum landed all over the bathroom floor. He then took some shaving cream and splattered it on the floor as well. He hoped that Amy would just mistake his cum for more of the cream.

When he saw that his sister had reached another climax a minute later, he said, "Okay, I think we're done." He wrapped the towel around his waist again.

"Done?" said Amy, eyes still closed. "Are you sure you don't need to check for any more bumps? I had a really interesting feeling. I think it may be really good if you check for bumps a little more - at least another minute!"

Amy's pussy leaked a lot of juice, and obviously she was right on the verge of climax again. Her pussy lips were distended and had darkened considerably in color as the blood had rushed to her groin from the constant stimulation of Alan's fingers. 

Her pussy smell wafted into the air and filled Alan's nostrils. "Are you feeling flush and tingly?" he asked.

"Oh yes! Very flush and very tingly!"

"I'm afraid you may be getting an allergic reaction," he lied. "Sometimes it doesn't just manifest itself with bumps but there are other symptoms. When that happens it's important to check for bumps even more vigorously. We'll do that in a few minutes. In the meanwhile, let me clean up the last of the shaving cream..." - he wiped her pussy and thighs of her juices - "and you can check out your new look! Oh yes," he said almost to himself as he remembered that her eyes were still closed, "Open your eyes now."

Amy opened her eyes and walked in front of the bathroom mirror. "Wow," she exclaimed, "Neat!" The shaved pussy made her look more like the big-titted, wide-hipped jail bait type than she already was.

"It looks great!" said Katherine. She lifted her naked and wet body out of the bathtub, knelt down in front of Amy's pussy, and asked, "Can I touch it now?"

"Sure!" said Amy.

"Feels smooth..." Katherine cooed as she ran her fingers over it.

"Does that mean I can touch myself down there now?" Amy asked.

"Yes. But keep it a secret okay? Everything in here today is a secret."

"M'kay!"

"That reminds me," said Katherine. "I think it's time we check for more bumps. Don't you think, Brother?"

"Yes. Definitely a good idea, Sis. Why don't you help her out this time?" 

Katherine began to thrust two fingers into Amy. She gave Alan a knowing look from behind Amy's back and playfully motioned with her free hand that he should take his towel off.

"Make sure to check all the hard-to-reach places, Sis," Alan added helpfully. Then he said to Amy, "You can keep your eyes open now if you want. In fact, now that you've shaved your pussy, you'll need help shaving it in the future. As you can see, it's a two- or even three-person operation. You have to keep it very closely shaved, and each time, it's important to check for bumps, especially since you were feeling flush and tingly. You can have Katherine or I help you out anytime. Especially for a newly shaven pussy, it's important to shave it at least a few times a week. Actually, it wouldn't hurt to shave it every day."

"Y-y-yes," replied a very horny Amy. Her big boobs jiggled and shook along with the rest of her body, which made Alan start to think of excuses to play with them as well.

After a minute or two, Alan asked, "Little Sister, how is it going there? Have you found any bumps?" Amy was wildly rotating her hips around by this point.

"Well, Very Big Brother, funny you should-"

But Alan never got to hear if the elusive bumps had been found, or figure out a way to play with Amy's boobs right then, because at that moment he was just able to hear the sound of the garage door opening. He interrupted his sister and said, "I just realized I have to go! You two take your clothes and immediately go to Katherine's room. Now! I'll clean up here." 

When Amy's back was turned, Alan frantically pointed towards the garage, and Katherine got the message that a parent had returned.

They managed to wrap everything up without suspicion. 

Alan took a shower, to better cover their tracks. Even though it could only have been his mother at that hour, he was still shaken by how close they'd come to being caught.

CHAPTER 7

Katherine most certainly ignored all boundaries and pushed things as far as she could. 

A case in point happened that evening. While Katherine and Alan ate dinner, talking and facing each other, Susan and Ron were engaged in another conversation at the head of the table.

Katherine reached out to the bowl of fruit in the middle of the table and grabbed a banana. She peeled it, but instead of biting into it, she started to lick it. Katherine had toyed already with seductively eating phallic shaped food on several occasions, but it stopped when Susan had her change of heart. Now, for the first time, she dared to be so seductive with her father sitting only one chair away.

That was far too risky for Alan's tastes. He kicked her in the shins underneath the table, at first lightly and then more vigorously, until she stopped. 

But rather than give up altogether, she completely unpeeled the banana and put it on her plate. Periodically throughout the meal, when she thought her parents weren't looking, she would pick the banana up again and lick it just like a penis, even focusing on where the sensitive spot just below the penis head would be. She would give up in the face of renewed kicking by Alan, and then the process would start all over again. 

It kept Alan on edge throughout the meal, in more ways than one.

When Susan and Ron finished eating and went to the kitchen, Katherine and Alan stayed behind. 

Katherine picked up the banana again and nearly deep throated it this time, while grinning madly. 

But Alan urgently whispered, "Stop that right now! Sis, please! Are you fucking insane?! For the love of God will you please stop and promise me you'll never do it again?"

"Never? Don't you like it?" She pulled it out of her mouth but kept licking.

Had he been truthful, he would have said he loved it but also hated it. But not wanting to encourage her, he avoided the question. "At least never when Father's at home, okay? Please?"

She paused in her licking and asked, "And in return I get what?"

"Aside from not going to prison or get killed by Father, I'll owe you one."

"If you promise to do any favor I say, I'll keep my word."

"Okay, but just one favor."

She stopped and smiled. "Excellent. That means I won't have to just practice on bananas."

"What's that dear? Something about practice?" Susan walked back into the dining room with a plate full of homemade chocolate chip cookies for dessert. She had caught Katherine's last few words.

Katherine replied deftly, "Yes. I was just telling Alan here that the way Heather makes the cheerleader practice go on and on drives me bananas."

Susan just smiled a sweet motherly smile. "That Heather," she tut-tutted. 

Alan nearly had a cardiac arrest though. He thanked the powers that be that his mother was so sexually oblivious.

The two siblings got up and went about cleaning the house, because the Plummers planned a big after-dinner party that very evening. About twenty guests were invited. They typically threw a party like this every time Ron returned home, which meant they had parties only a couple times a year.

The party was otherwise uneventful for Alan's sex life, except for the fact that Suzanne took special note of one particularly cute and buxom woman named Brenda who attended the party.

The next morning, when Suzanne and Susan were alone, Suzanne asked about Brenda. Suzanne had crossed paths with Susan's friend Brenda at some Plummer social events in the past, but hadn't seen her in a while. Susan explained that Brenda had been going through a painful divorce, and so hadn't been doing much socializing. But she appeared to be on the rebound.

"Excellent," Suzanne said, rubbing her hands together.

"Uh-oh," Susan said suspiciously. "Do you have some scheme in mind? You've been known to have a scheme or two in the past, to say the least."

"Not a scheme exactly. I was just thinking that you should invite Brenda over to a lot more social functions, and we should get to know her a lot better."

"May I ask why? She's all right, but not exactly my best friend, since she has a very unpredictable temper."

"Susan, have you taken a look at her? Talk about a knockout! I've literally never seen such a big chest in my life. She's bigger in that area than you or me, and that's saying something."

Susan passed along some old gossip. "Rumor has it those boobs were the top two reasons her millionaire husband married her. But what's your point with her?"

"Alan still needs to be stimulated, mentally and physically, to make his difficult daily quota. You're certainly not helping - I've seen that you've avoided even touching him like the plague. You won't even hug the poor guy!"

Susan suddenly recalled some of her previous hugs with Alan, when she'd rubbed her tits over practically every inch of his chest. She blushed profusely and tried to bury the thought.

Suzanne noted the reaction but continued, "Brenda's the perfect eye candy for him. So cute and so, so, sooo busty! If we have her around a lot, it will reduce the pressure on us just to have him look at her." Suzanne didn't add that her lesbian side was also very excited by the prospect of being able to look at the Brenda eye candy herself more often.

So Susan made a mental note to invite Brenda to something soon. However, she was reluctant about it. She was concerned that Alan might find Brenda more attractive than herself. Very few women could even hope to even come close in matching Susan's looks, but Brenda was one of them.

CHAPTER 8

Alan had plenty of reasons to be aroused by Suzanne, Katherine, and Amy. And even though Susan continued to be as prudish as she ever was, his thoughts often returned to her as well. 

That night, as everyone was going to bed, Alan lay in his bed and masturbated to visions of his mother. Normally he was very quiet while going about his business, but he thought about the intense Tuesday they'd shared together, and he got so excited that he couldn't help but moan out loud. As he came close to orgasm, he didn't even realize that he loudly said, "Mother! Yes! Oh, Mom. Oh my God!"

Little did he realize, but his mother happened to be in the bathroom right across the hallway as she shaved her legs just before going to bed. Oh no, my son is calling for help, she thought, and immediately dropped the razor and ran to his room. 

He was so busy with his orgasm that he didn't even notice when she opened the door and rushed to his bedside. "Mom! Unh! Oh God!" he cried again.

To his horror, he heard her answer, "I'm here, Tiger! What's wrong?!" He looked up and saw her in the darkness. Her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet, so she couldn't see that he was lying in bed, naked and without any covers on as he jacked himself off. 

She'd rushed right up to the edge of the bed and reached out to him just as he began to cum. 

Normally he'd have grabbed a tissue or towel, but the shock of seeing her turned his brain off, and he simply began to shoot his seed up in the air. Since he'd turned towards his mother, she became the main target. Ropes of cum shot towards her before she knew what was happening.

"Oh God, Tiger, NO!" she yelled out as cum began to land on her face, chest, stomach, thighs, arms - everywhere. Some missed her altogether and flew in a high arc onto the carpet, because Alan wasn't thinking or directing at all.

"Tiger, what are you doing?!" she cried, even though by now the answer was obvious.

For a few seconds it seemed to Alan that everything was going in slow motion, as if he was watching a car crash but was unable to stop it. But then suddenly his brain clicked into gear, and he placed his hand over his penis and shot the rest of his load into his hand. It was an unusually large load, even for him. At the same time, he cried out, "Sorry! Oh, shit! Mom, I'm so sorry!"

He could see her more clearly in the darkness now. He could only be turned on by the sight of the cum as it dripped off her skin, despite his great shock and shame. It didn't help that she was dressed in nothing but very revealing underwear. Because she stood so close when Alan began to cum, most of it had hit her in the stomach, crotch, and upper thighs.

"Mom, please, please forgive me!" he continued while his penis rapidly deflated. "I didn't know you'd come in - I had no idea!"

She was silent, and at first had no response. Her eyes slowly grew used to the darkness, and she finally could clearly see his shrinking penis as his hands now desperately tried to cover it up. Seeing her eyes go to his crotch, he belatedly threw the covers over himself.

She struggled with her emotions. Her wild side wanted to just jump on top of him and do anything and everything to his body. But her prudish side won the internal struggle. She said, "Alan, that was so wrong. You can't keep going on like this! It's over, do you understand?"

"But, Mom, I was just getting some relief. I have to do it some way."

"Yes, but why were you crying my name? You can't be thinking about me when you-"

She stopped because she heard her husband Ron yelling in the hallway: "Darling, you there? Were you calling for me? I thought I heard you calling. Are you coming to bed?"

Both Alan and Susan thought they were caught for sure. 

But in her most chipper voice, Susan gamely stated in a loud voice, "I'm in Alan's room, dear. I just stubbed my toe. I'll be along in a minute." 

Susan and Alan nervously waited for Ron to open the door. She prayed that in the darkness and with her back to the door, he wouldn't see that she was drenched in her son's cum.

Ron stood outside Alan's door, but he merely said through the door, "Oh. Is everything fine with Alan?" It was highly unusual for her to be in Alan's room this late at night.

"He's fine. He just has a bad muscle cramp and was asking for my advice."

"Try some Ben-Gay, Son, " Ron suggested from the other side of the closed door. "That always helps."

"Th-thanks, Father!" Alan shouted to the door in a nervous voice. 

He and Susan waited until they were sure Ron was gone. Alan's heart still pounded in his chest, and he never felt so frightened in his life. He thought, I can't take this. All this sex stuff is so great, but I'm gonna be a teenaged heart attack victim within weeks!

Susan shook with fear and frustration. If anything, she was even more frightened than he was. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "That was too close! What the heck were you thinking, calling out my name like that? What if it was Ron who'd been in the bathroom and came rushing in?"

That made Alan feel even more ashamed. "I'm sorry. I didn't think. I was just thinking about how sexy you look. And your promise. Do you remember your promise? Plus, he's so rarely home that I just plain forgot. I didn't even know I was talking out loud."

"Alan, this has to stop," she stated more firmly. "Please get yourself a girlfriend and soon. Tuesday was a big mistake. Forget the promise." They referred obliquely to Susan's pledge on Tuesday to stroke or suck him every single day. "That whole day was my fault. Can we put it behind us, please? Can't we say it never happened? Use some self-control, for crying out loud, or you'll destroy this family!"

"I will. Oh, Mom, I feel so horrible. Please, please forgive me."

"You're forgiven. But don't let it happen again, okay? Now, what the heck am I going to do, covered like this?"

"Here, use a towel," Alan suggested. She briefly toweled herself off before she rushed across the hallway to the bathroom to clean herself up more thoroughly. 

In the bathroom she cursed Alan and his close call under her breath. She made to turn on the water faucet and rinse herself off, but she thought back to her intense Tuesday and all the blowjobs she'd given him, and the wonderful, unforgettable taste of Alan's cum. 

There still was a good amount of cum on her, here and there. Against her will, she found herself licking up his cum and stuffing it into her mouth.

Dear Lord, it's like a drug! It's soooo good. I just can't help myself! Thank God Suzanne told me that Alan's cum is extraordinarily unique, or I'd be tempted to give blowjobs to every man I came across. How much of that accident just now was an accident, and how much was I trying to get his cum on me? Or was he trying to get it on me? I'm not sure, but I know that never would have happened before last Tuesday. 

She licked up more cum, and moaned with pleasure. Oh God! This is so wrong! Lord, give me strength to stop. Please!

Susan suddenly used both of her hands to splash water all over her face and chest. The cum mostly washed away, and when it was all gone she came to her senses.

Susan left the experience feeling even more determined that she was correct: things had to change. She felt overwhelmingly ashamed of herself and Alan as she went back to bed and lay next to her husband. She had washed herself thoroughly, but had trouble sleeping, petrified that her husband would detect some funny smell, or see a cum gob on her skin that she'd somehow missed. 

CHAPTER 9 (Monday, Oct. 21)

On Monday morning Suzanne decided to was time to begin a new effort to push Susan's sexual awakening forward again. It had been five days since Susan declared a new resolve to back off from anything sexual with Alan. She had been extremely restrained, but slowly her resolve weakened, even with her husband Ron at home. Suzanne figured that she could nudge Susan along until Ron left, and then hopefully by then Susan's sexually resistance would be much less. Before long, Suzanne would be able to get physical with her best friend.




Six Times a Day Pt. 08



Normally, Susan and Suzanne talked about anything and everything, but a full day had passed and Susan still hadn't mentioned with Ron on Saturday and Sunday nights.

So as soon as Suzanne came over that morning, after she checked to make sure they were in the house alone, she said, "Susan... I take it from your silence that things didn't work out too well in bed between you and Ron?" 

Susan was happy as can be one second and broken down and bawling the next. She buried her face in her hands and cried and cried. Between sobs, she said, "No! Not at all! Nothing on Saturday. You saw how weary he looked, and I couldn't stop thinking about my cutie Tiger! Then, last night, I psyched myself up to do something with him, but he went to bed as soon as the party ended, saying that he was still very tired and needed to get onto a California time schedule because of jet lag!" 

Suzanne let her cry for a while. 

As Susan's sobs started to die down, she finally added, "I think he's cheating on me. No, I know it! He was feeling fine enough to play golf yesterday afternoon, but he had no energy for me last night!" That led to a new bout of gut wrenching sobs. 

Once Susan more or less calmed down, Suzanne had a long talk with her. Suzanne encouraged Susan to believe that Ron was having an affair. Suzanne had no doubt that Ron was cheating; she had evidence that she didn't want to share just yet because it would make Susan feel even more miserable. She was trying to break things to her slowly. 

But she also was holding back to share what she knew until it served her larger strategic purposes. Now the time was right, and Suzanne was setting some more wheels in motion. She hoped that by getting Susan to see the light about Ron, that would open the door for Susan to have more sexual fun with Alan and then eventually with Suzanne herself. 

Seeing that things were getting too heavy and depressing, Suzanne suggested a break. "Susan, regardless of the situation with Ron, everyone's still counting on you to provide visual stimulation for Alan. Look at me and then look at you. Couldn't you try a little harder to let your beauty show?" 

"But what about Ron?" 

Suzanne grabbed Susan's hand and pulled her up. "Here, let's go upstairs and play dress up. I'll show you how you can dress conservatively and not show much but still give off a sexy vibe." 

So they changed outfits for a while. Susan had never cared much about clothes before; for her, decided what to wear was just another daily chore like brushing one's teeth. But Suzanne made dressing up fun and exciting, plus she had the powerful incentive now of trying to get her son an erection as often as possible. 

However, after an hour or so of that, the conversation eventually drifted back to Ron. They discussed the future and the possibility of divorce. Susan grew panicky about money because she didn't think she could make it without Ron. She had never held a paying job in her life, while her children were about to start college. 

Suzanne, however, had the facts behind her. "Susan, first of all, no one is saying that a divorce is a must at this point. We're thinking about options. But if you did divorce, you wouldn't have to worry. I know your finances probably better than you do, since I spend so much of my free time managing my investments and helping you with yours. True, almost all of your family's money is in Ron's name, but that doesn't matter because it's community property so you'd get half of it in a divorce. And it's a lot of money - about five million dollars, plus the value of your paid-off house, all of it earned during your marriage. And you'd get alimony. Based on what Ron earns, that would be at least a hundred thousand a year." 

Susan asked, "But what if Ron were to stiff me? I know it's not like him, he is basically a nice guy and his parents would never forgive him, but what if?" 

"True," Suzanne conceded, "it's good to consider a worst case scenario. But he has an equity interest in his business, and he won't give that up - it's worth a lot more to him if he keeps it than if was liquidated by sale to his-owners. He'd end up screwing himself a lot worse than he would you, so he won't just abandon you and stay in Asia where our courts can't get to him. But more than that, there are things you don't know. Things that would disturb you. I'm can't tell you just yet. But the long and the short of it is that I can guarantee with 100 percent certainty that you and your children won't suffer financially from a divorce, if it comes to that. I swear to God as your best friend I would never lie about something like this." 

Susan looked at Suzanne curiously. "Please don't play games with me. Why can't you tell me? This sounds like something I need to know!" 

"And you will. Soon. Very soon. But I just need to make sure of a few things first. Can you wait a couple more days?" 

Susan nodded. 

"However, there is another secret I can tell you that'll help your financial future. Susan, I love you. I really do. You know I'm an only child - you're like the sister I never had. Hell, you're closer than that." 

"I love you too, Suzanne. I feel the same way. 'Best friends' doesn't even begin to cover it. But how will that save me in a horrible divorce?" 

"Do you think I'd leave my best friend twisting in the wind? As successful as Ron is in business, Eric's in a much higher league. I spend a couple of hours most every day researching and wisely managing my investments, Ron's investments, and even yours and Ron's. You know how well I did getting in early with the Yahoo stock, for instance. The bottom line is, the money I have in my own name is worth a very good chunk of change. If you were to divorce Ron and didn't have enough to keep your current lifestyle, I'll make up the difference! I really will. Just the interest on my separate property is about equal to the alimony you'd get from Ron. Sending Alan and Katherine through college and whatever else comes up, we'll tackle it together." 

Susan was so moved she stood up and smothered Suzanne in a great big hug. "Oh Suzanne! You're just the best friend I could ever have! What would I do without you?!" But then she stared into Suzanne's eyes aghast. "But I can't accept that offer from you! That would be wrong. A horrible imposition! It just wouldn't be fair to you!" 

As they stared into each other's eyes from inches away, Suzanne replied, "Hey, it's my money, and I get to choose how to spend it. Besides, I'm rolling in dough. I'm worth almost as much as you and Ron, and that's not even counting my share of community property with Eric. Face it: both of us are filthy rich. You live the fairly frugal lifestyle that you grew up with, but not me. For instance, I easily have ten times the clothes you do, and I always buy the best of everything while you shop at Costco. The fact is, I have more money than I know what to do with. If I want to spend it to make you, Alan, and Katherine happy, why can't I do that instead of buying a hundred more pairs of shoes I'll only wear once or twice?" She grinned. "You wanna turn me into Imelda Marcos or something? If I had more money I seriously wouldn't even know what to spend it on. Come on, let me help you! If the tables were turned, wouldn't you do the same?" 

Susan thought about that, and then replied, "You know I would. But still, I'd feel horribly guilty accepting your money." 

"Well, it's all just a hypothetical anyway, IF you get a divorce, and IF Ron doesn't pay enough alimony. Frankly I don't see how he could stop from splitting the community property no matter what he tried, because my power of attorney to manage it means that I have to sign off on any changes! And then there are other things I'm working on that'll only help the financial situation even more. Trust me! The bottom line is, you have enough worries on your mind, you don't need to worry about money. I won't let you down."

In truth, Suzanne really would be glad to share her fortune with Susan (though she was also confident she wouldn't be forced to due to Ron skipping the country to avoid paying alimony). She didn't just say Susan was closer than a sister, she meant it. But part of that closeness was the sexual attraction. As she continued to hold Susan in a tight embrace, their lips so close that their noses were nearly touching, Suzanne had a nearly overwhelming urge to kiss her best friend on the lips. Realizing she wouldn't be able to resist doing that for long, she broke the hug and stood back. 

Susan too felt an electricity and found herself tempted to kiss as well, but decided it was just an agape love. The two of them had rarely said "I love you" to the other, so this was a big moment. She felt relief that the hug was broken, even while she was so happy that she wanted to fling herself onto Suzanne and squeeze her forever with an even more powerful hug. 

The two of them continued to talk about Ron. Susan wanted to directly confront Ron about his cheating but didn't know how to go about it. 

But Suzanne suggested, "I think it's better you don't say anything to him or let on at all. His visit here is just a short time, and he's probably been cheating on you for ages so what's the difference in letting things go another week or two? Then, when he's back in Thailand, I know just who to contact to find out for sure about his cheating." 

Suzanne knew that Susan needed some hope to cling to about Ron, at least for the time being. So she added, "Besides, maybe this whole thing is just a terrible mistake. Right now, you should give him the benefit of the doubt and be your normal self until we have hard evidence." 

"But you make it seem so certain," Susan whined. "And how can I act normal around him?" 

"Just remember, in this country it's innocent until proven guilty. And remember that you've been a cold fish sexually for twenty years. Now that you know what sexual pleasure is really like, can you see how tough it would have been for him to go without that for so long? Many, many husbands would have cheated if they had a wife, who, for all intents and purposes, and I'm sorry how harsh this sounds, but if they had a wife who looks like a porn star but in bed is no better than a blow-up doll." 

Susan sniffled. She was still red-eyed and recovering from crying. "You're right. I've been a horrible wife. Horrible!" 

"Think of it this way," Suzanne suggested. "Ron obviously is having trouble being sexually attracted to you. It's something that eventually happens in almost all marriages at some point. Remember that he was brainwashed by his parents and church just like you were that sex is only for procreation. That hasn't helped your situation a bit. I don't know the kind of crazy stuff they teach in the Midwest, but I sure am glad I didn't grow up there!" 

"Hey! That's not very nice." 

"No it's not, but neither is the guilt and subjugation of women that that wacked out church you and Ron grew up with pounded into your heads." 

"Okay, I'll admit I did pick up a certain kind of ... fear, I suppose, of sex, but 'wacked out' is way too unkind. They're good people!" 

Suzanne rolled her eyes when Susan wasn't looking, but she realized religion was a delicate subject and decided that now wasn't the time to get Susan more upset after the talk about Ron cheating. So she plowed ahead with her argument. "I'm sure they're well meaning and I'm sorry for saying 'wacked out.' In any case, don't give up just yet. Some marriages have survived worse. Maybe you and he could have a sexual revival which could lead to an overall revival of your marriage. But not yet. First, we need more information. Just play dumb for the rest of his trip. Don't try anything new with him sexually because that'll set off his alarm bells. Can you do that?" 

"I'll try." 

Suzanne let that conversation sink in for a while. She was confident things would go just as she wanted them to. Susan was fully capable of making intelligent decisions on her own, but she was also naturally submissive. If Suzanne took charge and gave strong advice, Susan almost inevitably followed her lead. This was especially true about anything related to sex. Susan knew she was a babe in the woods whereas Suzanne somehow always knew exactly the right thing to do. 

The two mothers changed and then did their morning exercises in Susan's nearly professional-quality basement workout room. Suzanne joked around and acted gaily to put Susan back in a decent mood. They were nearly done with their sweaty workout when Suzanne decided to bring up the topic of Ron again. 

As Suzanne pedaled on an expensive exercise machine, she said, "Susan, I'm very proud of your decision with Alan. It looks like your new attitude has prevented things from getting out of hand."

"Thanks. I think it's all for the best, too," Susan said happily. "I know you keep saying what I did with him wasn't wrong, but it FELT wrong to me. And regardless of what Ron may or may not have done to me, I had no right helping Alan out that way without Ron knowing. And there's no way I could bring it up with him, no way. So the only solution is to leave the medical treatment situation in your capable hands."

Suzanne furrowed her brow, dismayed at Susan's conclusions. She thought, I haven't been hyping Alan up ever since Ron called to say he was coming back home. I need her to resume obsessing about his penis. She's gone cold. It's gonna take a while to get her back into a sexual heat. 

Suzanne pretended to agree. "That's very wise. I'm glad it all worked out." But then she lowered the boom. "Just one problem though. Have you seen Alan lately; how he's been behaving?"

"I think I'm aware of my son," Susan said defensively. But then doubt crept in, and she asked, "What do you mean exactly?"

"Have you seen how much he's suffering? I imagine you haven't, 'cos he's been trying to hide it from you, brave soul that he is. It tears me up badly to see him silently suffer like he does."

"Suzanne, what on Earth are you talking about? He seems perfectly fine to me." 

"Yes, he can be a good actor, can't he? He looks fine on the outside, but inside he's dying." 

"Dying?!" 

Suzanne explained as she pedaled, "I've had my suspicions, but he confided in me and now I know how he really feels. Since you changed the atmosphere around here, I'm afraid you may have gone too far. You killed the spirit of sexiness, so now Alan is demoralized, just like when he tried and failed to go out with Christine. You remember how he gave up trying to do his thing for days. But unlike then, he's still trying to do his thing six times a day." 

"Haven't you been helping him? Wait! I don't want to know. ... No, I'd better know. Oh God, tell me, but please don't tell me the details!" 

"Have you seen his chart lately?" Suzanne asked, referring to the chart on his door marking the number of times he climaxed in a day. 

"No," Susan admitted. "To be honest, I've been keeping out of his room altogether just to avoid having to look at that chart. I want to put all reminders of ... what happened ... out of my life." 

Suzanne could tell when Susan was lying because she was a horrible liar. She knew that Susan was telling the truth and hadn't seen the chart lately, which gave her the freedom to exaggerate about the results. "It's terrible, Susan, just terrible. He barely manages. It's been plummeting down on a six, five, four, three, two, one, zero trajectory." 

"Haven't you been helping? Everyone calls you the real life Jessica Rabbit. Certainly you can stop that slide, can't you?" 

Suzanne sighed as if the weight of the world was on her. "I've tried, I really have. But to be honest, I haven't been able to help that much. How can I, between Ron being here and not wanting to offend you and not wanting to violate the new restrictions you've created?" 

That was mostly true, but now she blatantly lied, "It's growing tougher and tougher each day. It takes him forever to get hard, and longer still to reach a conclusion. He's in his room an hour or more sometimes, just trying to get erect. He tells me the porno videos and magazines you bought have done little for his inspiration, since he feels like he's failed in the real world, first with Christine and then upsetting you. Sometimes, even I can't get him hard at all, no matter what I do."

"Oh my! I had no idea!" said a very concerned Susan. She thought back to her run in with Alan the night before. She admitted, "But, um, last night, I was in the bathroom just across the way from his room, and I heard him, and even, uh, saw him. And he had no trouble ejaculating, I can tell you that!" She blushed as she recalled his cum squirting all over her body. 

"How could you have seen him from inside the bathroom?" Suzanne pried. 

Susan blushed a deeper red. "Um, I was, uh, I heard him cry out, and I thought he was in pain, so I rushed in, and, well, he was doing his thing." 

"What did he yell out exactly?" 

Susan turned away and replied so quietly that it couldn't even be called a whisper. 

"What was that?" Suzanne asked. 

Susan answered a tiny bit louder. "Something about me." 

Suzanne was only able to catch that from watching Susan's lips. "Did you say, 'Something about me'?" 

Susan dropped her head in shame and nodded her head almost imperceptibly.

"Ah," Suzanne replied. "You see? If there's one thing that gets him aroused no matter what, it's thinking about you. That's not terribly surprising. Everyone knows that it's normal for boys to fantasize about their mothers. But when a boy has a mother built like a brick shit house-" 

"What does that mean, exactly? I don't understand that expression. Why compare a woman to a, er, commode?" 

"It just means a woman who's fit and shapely, like a building put together as solid as a rock wall, and it usually implies having a great rack. But my point is, with you acting sexy and providing visual stimulation, Alan can easily get in a sexy mood and I can help him or he can help himself without much problem. But when you act like you have been lately, almost nothing can inspire him. Ron being here of course just makes it twice as bad. Frankly, we may have to give up on his treatment altogether." 

"Oh no!" 

"I'm afraid so. Maybe no man is meant to climax six times a day. Certainly that would be an impressive achievement for a married man or someone with a serious girlfriend, but can you imagine how it must be for someone who still hasn't even kissed a girl? To do it every single day? We'll have to talk to the nurse, but I don't know how much longer he'll be able to go on falling far below his daily target. Perhaps he'll have to stop the treatment and take the other option. You know, the pill treatment that will give him breasts like a woman, God forbid."

"Oh no! Anything but that!" Susan moaned. Both of them had stopped pedaling by now, in response to the seriousness of the discussion. "What can we do? We can't very well have things like they were before. I was out of control, Suzanne. Honestly and completely out of control. If Ron knew what I did last Tuesday, I think I would just die! I mean, it went way beyond helping. I really loved it! I'd be lucky if he didn't divorce me. And I'd like to help with some visual stimulation if it's really that important to my Tiger, but how can I? With Ron here, we can't even make things a little bit sexy. He'd find it really bizarre to see me dress up for no reason. I don't want him to start asking questions. I already feel like I've committed a crime and have to cover it up. How horrible!"

"I know, I know. It's bad," Suzanne commiserated. "But there's always a solution. The problem is with you and this house, right? What if I took care of him from time to time some place outside the house? One session where I get really sexy could keep him going for days."




Six Times a Day Pt. 08



"I don't know, Suzanne," Susan said more than a little bit doubtfully. "I appreciate the offer, I really do. But..." Susan began to fish for objections - "what we really need to do is find him a true girlfriend. You don't want him to think of you as his de facto girlfriend, do you? After all, you're a married woman, too, and twice his age!"

"I know. Don't remind me of either of those facts - I don't know which one I dislike more. But Alan's on the edge of disaster. We need to get him to climax six or more times a day, and fast! Preferably more, to make up for his recent drought. There's no chance of him finding a girlfriend who can help with something like that in a matter of days. So what to do?"

"I don't know," Susan replied, worried. "Let me think about it. I'll think about your offer, too. But I hope there's another solution."

"So do I," Suzanne lied. "It's not like I want to be catering to him hand and foot in this weird way. In the meantime, if you could be more supportive, that would help."

Susan gravely nodded. "And bless his soul, he's been trying to hide his suffering from me. What a trooper!" 

Suzanne was a bit surprised that Susan didn't accept her suggestion to meet Alan outside the house. 

The real reason Susan didn't like it was that she felt possessive. In her heart of hearts she still wanted to be the one Alan would turn to first for a cocksucking or handjob, and she didn't want him to develop a strong crush on Suzanne. 

This completely clashed with her renewed morality, but she unconsciously felt that way just the same. And she had a concern that with Suzanne and Alan getting sexual outside the home and with no one to drop in on them, they'd be fucking before long. 

That, in fact, was Suzanne's exact plan. But Susan was so desperate now to help Alan's "crisis" that another part of her seriously considered letting Suzanne have her way with him. 

Now that the topic had been breached again, Suzanne made it a point to resume mentioning Alan's penis at every possible opportunity. She was still talking about it in mostly non-sexual terms while discussing his "crisis" but at least it had Susan frequently thinking about it again. 

CHAPTER 10

When Alan woke up on Monday, the main thing on his mind was the thought of painting Katherine's butt and pussy again, and painting Kim's as well. 

Every day for the past week or so, something had put him in close proximity with his sister's pussy. First he'd watched her frig herself, then he put suntan lotion on it, then he painted it, then rubbed it with a brush and soap, then fingered it at the movies, then shaved it and fingered it some more. And now today he was sure that things would continue or go even further, even with Kim there.

What mental barriers he and his sister still had against incestuous fucking were rapidly collapsing. 

Katherine was doing everything she could to help speed that collapse. For instance, after Alan showered this morning, he heard his sister call for him from within her room. So he went in to see what she wanted. She lay nude on the floor, on top of the clothes she had set out to wear for school.

"Brother, I was just changing my clothes, but I suddenly got soooo tired. I need some help putting them on. I've got an energy problem too. With my energy problem, you're going to have to give me six orgasms a day from now on to get my energy back," she joked.

Alan had underestimated his sister's body for so long that now every time he saw her in a compromising position, he was staggered like he was discovering her beauty for the first time. But still, his responsible side forced him to say, "Sis, what's come over you?" He was worried about both parents milling elsewhere in the house at that very moment.

Katherine stared him in the eyes intently and replied, "You. You're what's come over me. I love you, Big Brother." She ran her hands all over her freshly shaved pussy. She dropped her seriousness, and giggled, "You could cum over me, but I'd rather you cum inside of me." She moaned needfully and suggestively, "I need your love!"

"I love you too, Sis, you know that, but there's a right way and a wrong way to express that. Now please get dressed! There's a right time and a wrong time to be sexy and this is REALLY the wrong time! I've got to go." He left the room.

The incident hardly surprised him or freaked him out. Strange things happened to him on such a regular basis now that was starting to take it all in stride. His heart would still pound wildly, but intellectually his mind was better at handling surprises. 

In class later that day, he found to his surprise that he could temporarily put these types of incidents out of his mind, and somewhat focus on his classes.

The only exception was his fourth period class with Ms. Rhymer. He looked at her and the thought about what he might do in the supply room with his sister mere minutes after the class was over and that made him a total space case again. 

Ms. Rhymer, again, motioned for him to speak with her after class. 

But this time he just said, "Can't today, gotta run," and flew out the door.

He had all the painting supplies prepared already, and this time he used his own copy of the key to unlock the door. 

Katherine and Kim both eyed him from a distance as he entered the closet. They made their way in one by one shortly thereafter.

Kim was the last to enter the closet within the supply room. 

And as soon Kim was in, Alan said with a big smile on his face, "Hi, Kim, my name is Alan. Now get naked." Of course he didn't have to put it that way, but he was in a good mood. He felt like letting it all hang out today, both literally and figuratively.

Katherine had the same attitude. She cuddled up next to him and said, "What about me, Brother? Don't you want your sister to get all naked, too?"

"It's not necessary yet."

She exaggeratedly pouted, "But would you mind? Wearing all this clothing is chafing my skin! It could cause permanent damage!"

"Oh, all right." It occurred to Alan that Suzanne had delighted in complaining about "chafing" too. "But remember, we have to act quickly, especially since there are two of you to paint. Oh, and Sis, last time we were silly trying to keep the skirt up all the time. It's easier if you both just take the skirts off."

Katherine took off her skirt and Kim did, too. 

Kim said, "I just have to say I think this whole thing is really sexy." 

Alan nodded. He was surprised to see that Kim also pulled her top up over her boobs to show that she didn't wear a bra. He also noted that she seemed a bit nervous despite her willingness to bare her body.

Alan further noticed that Kim's pussy was shaved already. That, plus her thin hips and smallish boobs (by his standards), made her look even younger than she was. He thought, Damn. Talk about someone who looks like jail bait. I must be committing some crime here, for sure. 

He looked at his sister and added to himself, Several crimes at once, probably. But he was resolved to do the painting anyway.

Katherine noticed him staring at Kim's crotch and said, "You can see she's shaved for the paint job already. Don't worry, I made a special arrangement to meet with Kim before school today, and the two of us had a nice, long talk. We decided it would be more fun if we both went without underwear for the whole day, in case you're wondering why we didn't need to take them off. I told her all about my unnatural lust for my big brother, and she's perfectly fine with it."

Alan was horrified. "What? You told her that? Kim, it's not true, in fact-"

"Chill out," Katherine interrupted. "I only told her the details 'cos she already guessed the rest on Friday. Mostly because she noticed you watching for glimpses of my pussy with your binoculars."

"Oh. ... Oops," he said, nearly speechless.

Katherine continued, "But don't worry, she's the only one with a clue about this, 'cos I told her you were the painter. Anyway, judging from just how wet her dripping pussy was in the girl's bathroom this morning, I think it's safe to say that the idea of you and me together gets her quite hot. Wouldn't you agree, Kim?"

"Definitely! Go for it, you two," Kim replied enthusiastically.

"What, you mean like this?" Katherine leaned up and kissed Alan right on the mouth. 

Soon their tongues were enmeshed, and their hands ran all over each other. 

Alan's hands quickly found his sister's naked ass. It occurred to him as he kissed and fondled that not only was this his first kiss with his sister, but this was his first mouth-to-mouth kiss, period. It also occurred to him that was because this was on the other side of the boundaries which had been drawn by his mother. Even at the movies on Saturday night they had somehow refrained from serious kissing and Suzanne had held back on it too. 

He reluctantly pulled his sister away. He was disappointed at how unromantic his first kiss was. Erotic, yes, but not romantic. 

Katherine didn't even realize it was his first real kiss, and he decided not to mention anything about it. He didn't want to admit just how sexually inexperienced he was.

"Katherine!" he chided as he gasped for air. "What about boundaries? Don't you remember the boundaries?"

"What do you think about boundaries?" Katherine asked Kim, who still was just standing there nearly naked.

"I say: fuck the boundaries," she replied.

"You hear that, Bro?" Katherine still held him tight. "I think we have to take her advice very seriously. Especially the suggestion to fuck." She giggled.

"Let's talk about this later," Alan replied nervously as he pulled away from the hug. He was well aware that time was wasting. "We've got less than forty minutes to paint the both of you. Let me start with Kim since I think I can do Katherine pretty quickly."

"I hope that when you 'do me,' you'll take your time," Katherine shot back, and then giggled some more.

Facing Kim's butt, Alan began painting. At the same time, he asked his sister, "By the way, Sis, speaking of painting, did you paint that top on? Your nipples are soooo noticeable."

"You noticed!" she said, delighted. "I'm not wearing a bra, and when I see you my nipples always turn into hard little erasers. But I've also pulled the top tight in the back to stretch the fabric and get you even hornier."

Kim said in response to this, "You two really need to get a room, seriously. Both of you are like dogs in heat. You're so ready to go. Basically, I'm a lesbian, but just thinking about you two is so damn nasty that it gets me all worked up. I've heard about incest, but I never thought I'd see it up close."

"It's not incest, she's helping me out with a valid medical problem," said Alan in a hurt voice.

Kim guffawed out loud. "Medical problem? That's a good one! I have a boner and have to stick in my sister for relief! That's hilarious. You're not serious, are you?"

Alan wanted to tell her about his real medical diagnosis, but remembered that he shouldn't tell anyone else about it. It appeared his sister had kept the secret well, also. He also further realized just how silly it would sound if he did give his medical story. Now that I think about it, the whole thing does sound completely absurd. Was that really my diagnosis, or was it some kind of weird scam?! To what purpose would the doctor lie? How would he gain from it, except for a few more appointments? Or did we take a valid medical thing and turn it into something twisted and sexual? What would Dr. Fredrickson think if he could see me now?

But he was distracted from further thoughts because Kim added, "You know, I'm getting so horny watching you two that I want to pleasure myself. Would that interfere with your painting?"

Alan worked on the top of Kim's butt. "Not at the moment, but it will later."

"Okay, fine, tell me when I have to stop." She began to slap her fingers in and out of her pussy with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other.

Behind him, he heard his sister say, "Big Brother, could you stand up for a second?" She'd always called him "Big Brother," but lately she did it much more than before and usually emphasized the word "big."

He reflexively stood up before thinking to ask why she wanted him to. 

Katherine immediately pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees. "That's better. You can sit back down now," she said. 

He did.

"I think we already need to reward Alan for his work," Katherine said as she reached around his waist and began to jack him off.

Kim enthused, "You two are so hot! Just looking at you doing that almost makes me want to give a penis a try."

"It's never too late to start," encouraged Katherine. "I'm not too picky about sharing his marvelous cock, as long as he knows where to stick it when he gets back home at night."

"Hey, I don't stick it anywhere when I get back home at night!"

"That's your problem, Bro. Are you beginning to get the subtle signal that I wouldn't exactly mind?" She looked at Kim and rolled her eyes. "Alan has certain boundaries he says we shouldn't cross." 

She looked back at her brother with fierce determination. "Fuck the boundaries already! Don't you know I wouldn't mind if you stuck your meaty schlong up and deep into the very center of my body and pounded me over and over again, every night and every day? Not only that, but you said yesterday that you owe me a big one, that you'd do any favor for me. The big one you owe me is in your pants, very BIG Brother, and I command you to fuck me with it as my favor." 

Her hands flew fast over his erection now, and she leaned forward in the very tiny room and rubbed her boobs against his back. When she stopped talking she began to nibble on his ears, only because she couldn't kiss him on the mouth from her position.

He stopped painting (not that he got a lot accomplished so far), stood up, turned around, and held Katherine's shoulders. "You're making me so horny, I can't stand it any more. Okay, I admit it: I wouldn't exactly mind, either. And you do have me over the barrel on owing you one, dammit. But just 'cos we might want to do it doesn't mean we SHOULD do it. For one thing, we'll get caught. Can't we at least wait until our father goes overseas again before we talk about this?"

Katherine just wanted to fuck, not talk. With a pout, she simply answered, "No." Then she kissed him passionately on the mouth.

He enjoyed the kiss for a while, but eventually he pulled away again. "How can I finish the painting? Cool it down, okay? People might hear. Someone might walk into this room at this very moment! Remember, we're doing this in the middle of the school!" 

That thought drastically cooled his passions. He turned around and began painting again. "Sorry Kim," he said, "my sister is so horny that I think the only solution is to lock her up."

"Given that she's now my sex slave, that can be arranged," Kim responded wryly.

"Oh no, not you too. Don't encourage her!" said Alan. 

They all laughed. 

Katherine again reached around Alan from behind to fondle his prick some more. "I'm sorry, but I'm just so excited. Big Bro, do you realize what you just said? You admitted that you want to do it. Do the nasty! How sweet! How can you expect me not to cream all over when you say that? Now we don't have to play games anymore. You're going to deflower me! It's only a matter of finding the right place and not getting caught."

"There's no way," said Alan, still worried. "It's too risky. I'm only agreeing 'cos I'm temporarily insane since you're playing with my penis." 

He began to focus more on the painting. It wasn't easy, between his sister's hands on his stiff rod and Kim frigging herself mere inches from his face.

"Oh, Alan! Brother!" Katherine said swooningly. "We're going to do it! I can't wait!" 

He protested, "Sssh! Don't call me that in a sexual context at school! What if someone's listening right now? This is total insanity! Please don't say another word, I beg of you!" 

She momentarily took her hands off of his tool. She took her top off, and then took his T-shirt off. Then she leaned into him, and rubbed her naked boobs up and down the skin of his back. It was the best she could do from her awkward position behind him, but it still made him feel great, especially as she soon had her hand back stroking his erection.

Alan put the brush down. He whispered, "Kim, I'm done with the butt. Don't ask me how." He realized he was in danger of shooting his jism all over her, but kept trying to focus on the paint job. "You can turn around." 

Kim turned.

"Katherine, you have to stop that, or I'm going to... going to... Oh shit! I'm losing it! Let go!" 

Alan had to cum, but with Katherine behind him and school supplies from wall to wall, there was no safe place to dump his load. He leaned forward towards Kim's legs, which already were only inches from the tip of his penis, and began to squirt into his hands. What he missed splattered onto one of her legs. 

When Katherine realized his penis had started to spurt, she increased the speed of her stroking and gripped his rod even tighter. 

"Sorry!" he said to Kim as it all came out. His feelings were so intense that he had little control over where he was shooting and just hoped not to make too big of a mess. 

Kim had never actually seen a penis cum before, so the sight of Alan's big shaft spurting stream after stream of cum was a thrilling sight for her. As his hot cum splattered onto her leg a tingle of excitement shot through her whole body. 

When it all ended and he calmed down a bit, he whispered, "Sorry! Normally I'm not like this."

She joked, "What, you mean you don't normally spray your seed all over girls you hardly know while your sister is jacking you off in a hallway closet in the middle of school?" 

Alan just nodded grimly. He was too worried about getting caught to laugh. 

Kim went on, "I hope this isn't normal, 'cos you two are like walking orgasms. Every second I've seen you two together, you've been horny and just getting hornier and hornier. It's too much for a little girl like me to take!" She reached down and scooped up some of his cum off of her leg. 

Alan was embarrassed at being so horny with his sister around Kim, but Katherine wasn't. She just winked and said, "You go girl! Give it a taste. It's surprisingly good." 

"So this is what semen is, huh?" Kim said as she put it up to her mouth. "I'll have to try some new things if I have any hope of keeping up with you two. I had a couple of boyfriends, but I never let them get far. I guess it was just for show as a cover for my like of girls..." She put the sperm in her mouth, and contemplated the taste. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Does all semen taste like this, Katherine?"

"No, his is very special. His is the only semen I've tried personally, but a woman who has fucked dozens of men said Alan's was the best she ever tasted, hands down." 

"Ooh! There's another girl involved? Do I know her? What's she like?" Kim assumed it was a girl. 

Alan replied vaguely, "She's very pretty. Very sexual. Talented, too." 

Kim just nodded as she thought about that. She noticed that Katherine didn't disagree with what he was saying and was intrigued that she didn't seem to be jealous. 

In fact, right then Katherine suggested to Kim, "You've got to try some more. Why don't you drink it straight from the source?"

"Katherine!" said an incredulous Alan. "You've been talking to-" he was about to say Suzanne, but cut himself off at the last second as he wasn't sure that name was something Kim should know. "You've been talking to her about the taste of my cum?"

"You'd be surprised what we girls talk about sometimes," Katherine replied, sufficiently vaguely. She made a point to say girl to better mislead Kim about who it really was. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 09



Part 9: Surfer Girl 

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Oct. 22)  

On the cheerleader front, neither Katherine nor Alan ever brought up the idea of counter-blackmailing Kim again, after all their mutual fun in the storage closet and Kim's generous offer for them to use her house. While Kim found the idea of dominating Katherine arousing, she just wasn't the kind of person to be a mean master and keep Katherine in a slave relationship. 

In fact, if anyone was in the driver's seat now in terms of setting rules and an agenda, it was Alan first, Katherine second, and Kim last. The fact that Kim was the youngest by far made it hard for her to stay in command. She could have easily blackmailed both Alan and Katherine over their incestuous relationship, but she just wasn't the kind of person to do that. And then there was her horniness. If either of the Plummer siblings suggested a situation that could lead to more fucking and/or sucking, Kim was all for it. 

The situation with Heather was a bit more prickly and tricky, but Alan assured Katherine that the head cheerleader could be handled. Luckily, Heather didn't know much. 

At school on Tuesday, things went pretty well for Alan. He was more or less able to concentrate. The only strange thing to happen was in his World History class with Ms. Rhymer. He was busy with all the other students taking a test until he came across one particular difficult question. As he often did on tough questions, he stared out the window as he pondered, as if he could find the answer written in the clouds. 

Then he noticed the reflection of Ms. Rhymer in the window pane. She stared directly at him. Since he looked at the window, she didn't know that he knew she was staring. Alan noticed that even as she stared at him she also had a strange, far away look in her eyes. She sat on the edge of her desk on the spot where she usually sat when she talked to him after class. She held a ruler with both of her hands, and Alan noticed that she languidly caressed it up and down. 

Wait! he suddenly realized. That's exactly like stroking a penis! Still looking thorough the windows' reflections, he scanned the class to see if anyone else had noticed. No, everyone is too busy with their tests.

He continued to stare at her reflection. There was no doubt about it. She treated the ruler just like an erect penis. One hand held it at the base and the other slowly went up and down the top half of it. Then, gradually, the pace of her hands on the penis/ruler quickened. It soon reached a furious pace. 

Alan could hardly believe his own eyes. While he'd long lusted after her, it all seemed like a safe fantasy, he could hardly conceive of her actually having sexual desires and actions on her own. He was again shocked to look around the room and find that nobody else saw. It seemed bloody obvious what she was doing, but everyone was too busy with these tests to even look up at her.

She began to pant, and despite all the conservative clothes she wore, Alan could detect her boobs heaving in time to the vigorous stroking of the ruler. He looked around again, amazed that the jiggling of her breasts still hadn't attracted the attention of any of her many horny young admirers who would have killed to see such a sight. However, he was completely riveted, especially since he could see through the window's reflection that she was starting right in his direction the entire time. 

Finally it seemed like she and the ruler climaxed. He half expected to see jism shoot out the top of it, and then he realized how silly that idea was. But she panted heavily.

After what seemed to be the climax, it appeared that Ms. Rhymer slowly came back to her senses. She put the ruler down and looked at it a bit shamefully. However, it appeared to him that he could still detect her butt wiggling around a bit, and then realized she sat right on the corner of the desk. Oh my God! Now she must be trying to get herself off with the corner edge of the desk! Did she have a real orgasm with the ruler?

But then she got up and returned to her seat behind her desk. 

Alan tried to return to his test. Did she notice I'd seen her through the window? I was looking up and away from my paper for an awfully long time. Certainly she would have noticed that? Was she putting on a show for my benefit?

He looked up at her again, directly this time and not through the reflection. She stared directly and intensely right at him. But when she realized he was looking back, she appeared to get nervous and quickly looked away. He went back to his test, but couldn't think. He looked up again through the window's reflection. She's still staring at me, again! What gives? 

Alan then noticed that if one paid close attention, it appeared that she was moving around slightly in her seat. Her face appeared really flushed as well, even more than it was a few minutes before. Then he realized that both of her hands were in her lap. What went on there was blocked by the desk, but he could make a good guess, especially since her arms appeared to move up and down in a piston pattern. 

She's masturbating right in front of class! he realized. Not only that, but she's doing it while she's STILL staring at me! God, does she have a thing for me?! Duuuuh. She must! After all this time, two years of lusting, I finally find out she likes ME! Dang!

This is just too bizarre. My most beautiful teacher is masturbating in class while thinking of me, and then I've got to go paint the pussies of my sister and her friend for lunch. And today is a Tuesday, so who knows what that'll mean. Is my mother going to ask for another "abnormality check" of my penis even though Father is home? 

And there's Suzanne. ... She could come into my room at any given moment. And another appointment with Akami coming up... This is just too weird! It's like I'm having the total harmonic convergence of sexual luck! And really, it all goes back to my "six times a day" diagnosis. The greatest thing that ever happened to me, but I'm beginning to even doubt the diagnosis was for real.

He saw Ms. Rhymer gasp. Her face turned redder and suddenly showed a very embarrassed look. There's no doubt. She just had an orgasm. I'll be damned!

Needless to say, Alan did very poorly on that test. He lingered after class to see if Ms. Rhymer wanted to speak with him, but not only did she not say anything, she appeared to be bashful and ignored him completely. He was the last student out the door, but she still ignored him. As he left, he noticed that Ms. Rhymer still hadn't even gotten up from her chair behind her desk.

CHAPTER 2

There really was no painting to speak of that day.

Alan removed Katherine and Kim's skirts, and then actually had to perform the relatively unfamiliar act of taking off panties to thoroughly check the paint jobs. But the paint was so durable that the paint jobs from the day before still held. 

So he had more of a social visit with Kim and Katherine in the supply closet. 

They only stayed a few minutes, and the talk was entirely nonsexual. Mostly it was a chance for Alan and Kim to learn more about each other. Katherine was definitely on her best non-teasing behavior because of her promise to cool it until Thursday.  

And so things went relatively normally until Alan got home. Then, once again, his charmed and strange life seemed to get particularly surreal. He walked inside to find his mother seemingly waiting for him in the kitchen. Just seeing his mother these days, no matter her attitude or what she wore, usually got him hard. At the very least, all he would have to do is see her hands or lips and remember what she did to him with them, and he'd have an instant boner. 

But being alone with her in the kitchen today got him especially hard and horny. He recalled their one wild day together when he came up on her washing the dishes at the kitchen sink and extensively fondled her ass. It was all he could do not to whip his shorts off and climax all over her backside. 

Susan was dressed today in her usual conservative, around-the-house clothing. But no matter what she was dressed in, there was no way for her to completely hide her fantastic tits. In fact, drab clothes had a way of drawing attention to her assets even more, as if the tits rose to the challenge of proving their ability to attract one's eyes no matter what she wore. 

Jesus Christ, thought Alan, her tits look like they're ready to burst through even that heavy fabric. And it pains me to think about the rest of her fuckable body 'cos it's all too huggable and touchable. What an ass! Certainly she has to remember what happened last Tuesday vividly, too - is that why she's meeting me in the kitchen? Katherine said something about having somewhere to go with Amy after school; has Mom manipulated things to make sure we could be alone? She's going to be touching my cock soon, I just know it!

Susan appeared to be very nervous. She said without looking at him, "Tiger, there have been some changes around here lately, changes for the good. We've been able to make this a respectable, Christian house again. I wanted to talk to you about this last night, but, uh..." She paused and struggled over what to say. 

Then she continued, "Since your father has come back, things are more the way they should be. I'm sure you'll agree. But we still have your medical problem, and since today is a Tuesday, I think it's still important that you have your check for abnormalities on your ... member. You told me last night how it's getting more difficult for you to achieve satisfaction, and Suzanne warned me that you're suffering soreness and chafing down there. I'm concerned. Do you think that we can forget what happened last week, and do such a check in a much more clinical and dignified manner?"

Alan nodded his head in agreement, even as he gulped in frightened and excited anticipation.

"Good. I'm glad you agree. Why don't we go to your room?" 

They began to head in that direction. 

Susan really was determined to perform the abnormality check in the most non-sexual manner possible. She was only doing it because Suzanne had talked her into it and really left her no alternative. She cradled a cup in her hands. "I think it was a mistake to take our clothes off last time. This time, you can just move your underwear to the side or unzip your fly a bit, and then you can shoot into this cup." She held the cup up for him to see.

Back in his room, Susan was the epitome of professionalism. She waited for him to take out his penis, which he did. She began to clinically and dispassionately rub his penis. She didn't say a word and remained poker-faced, even grim. This is no fun, thought Alan. I practically have more fun with my own hands. 

He was determined that things wouldn't go like this. He willed his penis to get flaccid, although normally the mere idea of his mother doing an abnormality check had made him as hard as he could get. He thought of two extremely fat, ugly, pockmarked, and pimply men having sex with each other, and that worked wonders to get and keep him down. 

Susan tried to stroke his deflated penis, but it continued to soften.

In desperation, he lied to her. "I'm sorry, Mom, but with you all bundled up in your conservative clothes, I just can't get it up. It reminds me of the old, unsexy days. And you're not being very passionate. I need some visual stimulation at the very least. I'm having such trouble sometimes lately getting a reaction down there."

"You're really a handful, Alan Plummer!" Susan said in exasperation. "What am I going to do with you?" She thought, This is not good! I can't allow things to get out of hand. I have to think of my husband! It's not the act of helping with his medical treatment that bothers me, it's all these depraved, sinful, and decidedly un-wifely thoughts that go through my head when I do it! I'm so weak! 

After no response, and a long pause, she said, "Okay, just a little visual stimulation. But none of my clothes are coming off, you understand?"

Alan asked with deliberate cluelessness, "How can I get visual stimulation if your clothes won't come off? ... Okay, I've got an idea. Stand up and raise your skirt. That might do something."

"Very well," Susan said, sighing. "At least you didn't focus on my boobs for once, and I don't have to take anything off." She stood up and raised her dress. 

Even now, after supposedly "reforming," she still didn't wear any underwear. "I'm a bit surprised, Mom. Didn't you take to wearing a bra and undies again?"

She sighed again, and looked away. "Yes, I did," she answered reluctantly, "but I'm experimenting. Is there anything wrong with that? You heard in the car the other day that Ron and I are having some marital difficulties. Perhaps if I dress a little sexier, maybe that'll help." 

In actual fact, though, she was only going without underwear in the mornings and afternoons when Ron wasn't around but Alan was. She didn't even know why she was doing that. She snapped defensively, "Are you happy now? Does that make me a bad person or something?"

"No. Geez. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm just curious, that's all."

"Anyway, Son, are you ready yet?" Susan asked impatiently. "I can't just stand here like this!" Speaking more to herself than him, she said, "I shouldn't call you 'Son' at a time like this. It's so embarrassing! It's not right for a son to look at his mother's most intimate places." 

The real reason for her impatience was that she was growing aroused. She was starting to feel tingly all over, especially between her legs, and she worried that Alan would soon start to see moisture down there. 

Then there was Alan's extremely distracting bulge, which wasn't helping her effort to keep breathing evenly. She nodded towards his crotch and noted, "I see you're almost there."

In fact Alan got rock hard as soon as he took one look at Susan's fully exposed pussy. But he still didn't want her to touch him only in a clinical way, so he hoped to sex things up a bit more. He thought again of extremely fat men having sex, which caused his penis to deflate halfway just as she reached out to begin stroking it again.

"Tiger, you're too much!" Susan cried in exasperation as she saw the penis fall. "What now?!"

Alan quickly thought of an excuse. "Well, the way you were being kind of snipey and resentful at my question, it broke my mood. And now it's not working anymore."

Susan still held her skirt up with one hand, but she let it down in defeat. "Talk about prima donnas!" she griped. She was unusually irritable because her emotions were in a jumble. Expecting the inevitable, she asked with more than a little frustration in her voice, "What now, oh Mr. Suddenly Can't Get Horny If My Life Depended on It?"

"I dunno, maybe if I could just 'get your attention' - you know - touch you on the rear a little."

She was even more exasperated at that, and ruefully recalled Alan's massage last Thursday, and how that innocent touching had spun out of control. But with no alternative in sight, she said, "Oh... all right! Go ahead and make it quick. I'm far too lenient with you, you know. It's a miracle you're not more spoiled." 

She was frustrated, but she also was secretly pleased. She turned around and let Alan lift up her skirt and play with her ass. 

As Alan got into rubbing his hands all over her butt, Susan felt a strong sexual feeling well up in her, and began to intensely enjoy what he did. She thought, It's been far too long since I've felt like this. It's been six days since a blowjob - almost a week. I can't go without him that long! God, what the hell is wrong with me? I need some of his sperm in my mouth right now. No. That's wrong. My husband is in town. In theory, he could come home and see this! I have to keep control...

She became so absorbed in her thoughts that she forgot to protest when he stuck a finger in her anus and began to pump a finger in and out of it. 

She thought, That's my Tiger. You give him an inch, and before you know if you're lying naked on the bed with a big thick dick shoved down your throat! I love it! He's so forceful! 

It was all she could do not to fall on the bed and spread her legs for him. In truth, he wasn't really that forceful, since most guys in his shoes would have lost all control around a woman as physically awe-inspiring as Susan, but she didn't see it that way. 

But then, suddenly, she came to her senses and remembered her vow to be professional and dispassionate. She reminded herself of her husband again and that he'd her cool it. 

"Okay, buster," she told him. "Enough's enough. You must be hard by now." 

She turned around and forced Alan's hands off of her butt in the process. Sure enough, he was hard again. "Quick now, Tiger, before the moon turns green or some new weird excuse, let's get this over with already!"

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll be fine now," Alan said sincerely.

On the surface, everything was strictly by-the-book. With one hand she jerked him off, and with the other she quickly performed the abnormality check. But in fact, she caressed his penis with a passion and intensity she had lacked a few minutes before. 

She finished the check quickly, and then she said, "There. Now that's how it should be done. Professionally. Responsibly. But now that we're done with that, it would be good for you to get one of your daily times over and done with. Since you've having such difficulty keeping stiff lately, do you need my help finishing off? Or can you handle it by yourself?" 

Alan was no fool. He replied, "Um, actually, I could really use your help." 

"Oh, very well." Secretly, she was delighted. In fact, it wasn't that much of a secret because her face beamed with a big smile. 

Susan used both hands and really went to town. Her hands flew up and down and around as she delighted in her first real handjob for what seemed like ages. What she really longed for was to stick it in her mouth. She loved a blowjob more than just about anything, though she wasn't sure why. Perhaps because it seemed to be the epitome of naughtiness - both her parents would have had a heart attack even thinking about a penis being put in a mouth. Even her father was so brainwashed to think a penis was inherently filthy and sinful that he would not have found the idea of a blowjob arousing. But Susan had vowed to herself not to allow a blowjob to happen under any circumstances and channeled all her passions into the handjob instead. 

Alan was loving life. He was feeling so good that he decided to press his luck a little bit. Susan was panting and grinning and generally enjoying herself so much that he was confident she wasn't about to stop no matter what he said. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 09



"Hey Mom? You know, I can feel it start to go down a little." 

"You're kidding me. Son, this erection is so hard and... good. I don't see a problem here." Her hands slid and sloshed all over, sped along by a growing amount of pre-cum. 

But Alan persisted, "Trust me. Maybe you can't see it yet, but it's going down, mentally. Just to be on the safe side, I think it's probably better if you pull your top up to your shoulders. 'Cos you're so bountiful and beautiful up there." 

Susan narrowed her eyes. "You would say that. You expect to just snap your fingers and your mother bares her chest? Is that what you want? Do you get some kind of sick thrill watching her big boobies bounce all over the place?" 

Alan wasn't thinking to clearly by that point. It seemed like a no-brainer question. "Um, yes." 

Susan sighed. "What if you father was to see us like this? Don't you think my being bare-chested would just make things worse?" She continued to happily stroke. 

Alan had a clever thought. "Well, it might even help speed things up a little bit." 

Susan sighed louder. "You have a point there. Very well. But I'm just pulling things up a tad so we can get this done quickly." She frowned, then pulled away and started fiddling with the buttons on her blouse. 

Alan didn't realize it, but Susan was so aroused by that point that he could have just as easily talked her into a blowjob. He was too far gone to be thinking clearly and took her protests at face value despite the burning fire of passion in her eyes. 

Susan didn't just lift her blouse a "tad," she arranged her blouse so all of it was above her collar bones, giving Alan a clear view of her mighty rack. She didn't know why, but of all things that turned her on, having her son stare at or fondle her bare breasts was at or near the top of her list. 

The downside for Alan was that he was correct, his mother exposing herself like that DID speed things up for him. He'd been having a heck of a time trying not to cum too soon, and his recent and regular PC muscle exercises only helped some. As a result, the whole thing was over in five minutes. It end came upon him quickly. "I'm losing it, Mom! The cup! The cup!" 

Susan fumbled around for the cup and positioned it just in time. 

He cleanly ejaculated into the cup. No more words were said until he was done. In retrospect, he was disappointed that he mentioned the cup because he would have preferred to cum all over his mother. But on the other hand he worried that might have been pushing his luck too far.

When it was over, Susan stuffed his penis back into his underwear, buttoned her blouse back up, and then stood up. "Thank you, Tiger. I really needed that. I needed to make sure that I understood the importance of boundaries myself, and to prove to myself that last week was an aberration. I feel like I've passed a test, and even more so since you made it extra difficult for me. Looks like I'm not going to completely fall apart if you touch me." 

She continued as she straightened out her clothes, "Next time, hopefully we'll have better luck getting you aroused, but overall it appears that you have the maturity to deal with your treatment without letting things get out of hand. Otherwise I was going to have to ask nurse Akami to take care of these checks. I'm sorry about some of these changes, but that's the way it has to be, do you understand?"

"Yes, of course," he replied. But he thought, If you only knew about what's happening between Katherine and me, what would you think about my ability to maintain boundaries then? 

"Good. I suppose a little bit of visual stimulation didn't hurt anyone. And if you show that you can properly behave, then maybe next time I'll be willing to use my mouth, like we did before." That made it sound as if a blowjob would be a reward for him, but in fact it would have been even more of a pleasure for her. But she acted restrained in her demeanor. "Now, do you think that will hold you for a while?"

"Yeah, definitely. Now I'll be able to take care of myself for at least a day or two," he lied, sure of what Suzanne would want him to say. "I'll think about ... what we did here."

"A day or two?" Susan said incredulously. "Is that it? I can't believe it!" 

"I'm sorry mom. But it's just... you're so arousing. The porn we bought, all that other stuff, it just doesn't compare. Suzanne is great, definitely way great, but somehow I find myself thinking of you. And when you're like, all 1800's and Amish, Suzanne has a real uphill battle getting me going at all." 

Susan complained, "'All 1800's and Amish.' Come on. I'm not that bad." 

"Well, that's true. Not any more, at least. I'll think about you not wearing any undies and that'll at least help a little." He was playing up his supposed difficulties in getting aroused when in fact he really was hardly having any trouble at all. In truth, Suzanne alone was endlessly arousing and he correctly suspected she had lots of tricks and talents she had yet to use on him. But for some reason, he didn't feel like he was lying, just stretching the facts. 

Susan thought to herself for a minute, and thought again about Suzanne's plan of having Suzanne take care of him somewhere outside the house. She found that strangely disturbing and wanted to either be the one to help him directly or at least have it happen in her house. The locale was symbolically very important to her; when it took place in her house, she felt connected to the event. "Let me know how it goes, Tiger. Let's have good communication. Tell me when it gets unbearable, and we'll do something, though it may not be what you figure." 

She smiled as he nodded back gratefully. Then she left the room.

Alan lay back on his bed and pondered what this latest development meant. I'll bet this event will be very important over the long run. Aunt Suzy told me Mom's return to her prudish ways would only be a temporary thing, and now it looks like she was right. Sweet! Today, Mom was trying to be all proper and clinical, but the fact is she's still jacking me off and she's still digging it, too! Double sweetness! 

Given this and what she said last night, when Father leaves, we're bound to slide back to how it was before. If I play my cards right, I bet she'll eventually lose the rest of her holier-than-thou attitude, and become hot-to-trot all over again. I've seen that it's in her, and it has to come out. 

Once that happens, the whole facade can finally be torn down. I'll be able to fuck my mom, my sister, and Aunt Suzy to my heart's content, in my own house! Amy is totally in the bag, too, if Suzanne is doing it already. Throw in Kim and God knows who else? Ms. Rhymer even? Imagine inviting my teacher over to my house for dinner, followed by a giant orgy! I'll be the only guy, and four, five, maybe six women will all be trying to pleasure me. It'll be like having my own harem! This is going to be great, and it's just a matter of time! All I have to do is stay on course and not do anything stupid, like get caught having sex with my sister. 

He orgasmed again after reveling in his fantasies. Despite what he told his mother, he had no trouble at all climaxing six times a day, these days. True, his penis wasn't always up for it, but he had no lack of erotic thoughts driving him wild. He would have cum twenty or thirty times a day if time and his body would have allowed it. 

CHAPTER 3 

That evening, Susan and Ron went to play night tennis with each other. Tennis was one of the few things they actually did together. Susan felt conflicted being near Ron. On one hand, she felt guilty for having jacked off her son hours before, but on the other hand she suspected Ron of rampant adultery. She let out her frustrations by playing aggressively. 

Not only was she in great shape and playing at the top of her game, but Ron was quite out of shape. Her maternal instincts kicked in. She prided herself on being a good wife, so when they were done playing she said to him, "Ron, honey, are you all right?" 

He was panting badly as he clutched his side. "I'm just ... winded. ... I'll be... all right. ... Good game. ... First time ... you beat me." 

But Susan said, "You're not all right! Frankly, you haven't looked yourself lately. What have you been doing in Thailand? Whatever it is, it sure isn't exercising." 

He griped, "It's called getting old." 

"Nonsense. Look at me and Suzanne. Would you believe I got carded the other day when I bought some wine at Trader Joe's? It's true. When did you have your last physical?" 

"Uuuh, I don't remember." He was still bent over and gasping. 

"You're having one now! I'm going to set one up for you and I don't want to hear you're too busy to go." 

Ron just nodded. 

Susan thought, AND, while he goes, I'll make sure he has a blood test. Then we'll be able to test him for STD's too. Heh-heh! It's not exactly a Suzanne scheme, but I'll bet Suzanne's gonna be proud of me for my cleverness! 

Not long after they came home, Suzanne came over to see if circumstances would allow her to help Alan some more. She noticed Ron watching TV in the living room and wandered upstairs. She heard the stereo in Alan's room, which presumably meant he was studying, and she also heard Susan down the hall in her room just starting to take a shower. 

An idea came to her head and she rushed back downstairs to Ron. She told him, truthfully, that her son Brad had been having trouble with his fantasy football team and needed advice. She knew Ron was a big football fan and correctly figured he'd volunteer to go over and help Brad. She further knew that when either of them got to talking about football it was nearly impossible to get them to shut up, so that meant Ron was out of the picture for a good while. 

Then, giving Ron a minute or two head start, Suzanne rushed back to her own home, went to her private office there, and called the Plummer house. 

Alan's bedroom door was slightly ajar, so he heard the phone ring in Susan's bedroom. Hearing the water running in the shower and the phone still ringing, he rushed over to her room to catch the phone before the answering machine took it. He made it just in time. "Plummer residence?" 

Suzanne chuckled. She could tell it was Alan's voice, and there was no mistaking her scratchy voice, so she decided to have a little fun with him. "The Plummer residence? I'm not sure I have the right number. I'm looking for an Alan. I understand he needs to have his cock sucked." 

Alan was so shocked by that that he was momentarily speechless, and just muttered, "Uh, ah..." 

"Is this Alan?" she continued. "Because this is his friend Christine and I just wanted to know that I'm so sorry about turning him down for a date. I'm just standing here in my opened robe playing with my big breasts and thinking about how I need to make it up to him with blowjobs. Lots and lots of blowjobs!" 

Alan was slow on the uptake, especially since his head was filled with an image of Christine playing with herself. He stated the blatantly obvious. "You're not Christine!" 

"Oh, but I am. Whom am I speaking to? Is this Susan?" 

"No, she's in the shower. Suzanne, I know that's you. I mean, come on. You didn't even try to sound like Christine. Heck, you don't even know what she sounds like. What's this all about?" 

"But I AM Christine! And I need your help!" 

Her plea for help sounded so urgent and sincere that Alan couldn't help but reply, "What's wrong?" 

"I don't know! It's my body. You're the only man I can trust so I'm calling you!"

"But what is it? What's the problem?" Against his will, Alan found himself increasing drawn into the scenario. His vision of Christine talking on the phone grew increasingly clearer. 

"It's like cats when they go in heat. It's just like that. I'm in heat! I need your help. I need you to come over here right away! My breasts! They're so... needy! They need a man's touch! I standing here in my room, naked, writhing with lust, but when I pull on my nipples it just doesn't do it! I need YOU! I want you to grope and maul them! Pull on my nipples HARD! And my pussy is even worse. It's on fire! I think the only thing that can cool it down is cum. Lots and lots of sticky man-cum! If you don't come over here and stick your big cock in my tight blonde little pussy, I think I'm gonna die! You just have to come here and fill all my holes, over and over, in and out and in and out with your big hard log, all night long!" 

She gasped as if attacked. "OH! OH! Oh, my breasts! Oh, GOD! They need to get fucked too! Please, I'll do anything if you just come over here and fuck my tits! Oh God! Please! And then the blowjobs!" 

Suzanne was getting herself increasingly worked up with her rapid fire sexy talk. She had to pause to catch her breath. 

That gave Alan a chance to finally get a word in. He was extremely aroused, but deadpanned, "Suzanne, if you ever need any money, you could make a fortune as a phone sex operator. Jesus! That was like being hit by a truck! A full-on sex truck!" 

She laughed. "I don't know what a 'full-on sex truck' is, but it sounds like fun. But you got me. I'm not Christine." 

Alan laughed too. "No, you're not. You're pure sex and pure evil, too." 

She chuckled. "There's maybe some truth in that. However, would you be less mad at me if I said I really am playing with my tits and I really am looking for you so I can help you with a blowjob?" She chuckled again, because she could hear him gulping with shock and arousal. 

"Oh, man!" He stammered a bit and then said, "Aunt Suzy, God I'd love for you to help, and that Christine talk got me really worked up, although it would have been just as great if you were you, but you can't. Ron is here." 

"No he's not. He's over here. He came over just a few minutes ago and he's gonna be here a while. He and Brad are talking about football and even my husband has joined in. I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal." 

"What?" 

"I'll help you reach your target with a handjob or blowjob, but you have to ask your mother for her assistance first. But the offer's only good for the next five minutes. You snooze, you lose." 

"But Aunt Suzy! She's taking a shower. How can I even ask? And you know how she is lately, especially since Ron came home. What's this all about?"

"She needs to get more involved 'cos I can't handle it by myself. I heard she helped you with an abnormality check earlier today, so you need to strike while the moment is hot. Not only that, but a shower is a perfect time. She's very susceptible to you when she's naked, believe me." 

"But Suzanne. I can't just walk in there when she's naked and ask for help with an orgasm. That's craziness!" 

"Think of it this way, Sweetie. It's win win. If you go in there and she says yes, then you're obviously a very happy camper. If you go in there and she says no, then you still get my help. AND you get to see her naked. The only way you lose is if you're too frightened to go in at all. Fortune favors the brave." 

"But... but... Aunt Suzy! Grrr! You ARE evil!" 

"Did I mention the five minutes has started already? Susan and I keep no secrets so don't try to wiggle through any loopholes. Oh, and you can't mention that I suggested any of this. Good luck!" She hung up the phone. 

Standing in Susan's bedroom, he was already quite close to her adjoining shower. In fact, Susan probably could have heard his end of the phone call had the shower water not been running. Thinking about her showering there so close was very tempting. Furthermore, thinking about Suzanne's promises and her talk about Christine helping out had put him in such an excited mood that he was practically ready for anything. 

Still, he thought too much to be naturally aggressive, and he found himself pacing back and forth in her room, wondering what to do. 

He tried to think of some kind of reason to enter the bathroom while his mother still stood wet and naked. Even as I'm thinking, she's probably toweling herself off. Dang. I can't go in there on accident - this isn't the bathroom I normally use. Maybe I could say there's some kind of emergency? Nah. At best I'd get a quick look. ... There's something really wrong with me to even be standing here in this room, but I'm so horny that it's beyond unbearable. 

Before long, the only thing he could think about was how his mother would look under the shower, seeing the water pouring down all over her glistening skin. But still he hesitated because he couldn't think of a good reason to go in there and violate her privacy. 

Suddenly, the shower came to a stop. 

Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Time is running out! Not to mention Aunt Suzy's five minute window. That could even be over already! I wonder what she's thinking. Today she actually told me she might give me a blowjob sometime soon. And she DID give me a handjob. Hey. Wait a minute. What did she say earlier today? "Tell me when it gets unbearable, and we'll do something, though it may not be what you figure." That's it. I'll just say I can't take it any more and see how she reacts. If worse comes to worst, she can't be THAT mad at me, can she? 

Fortune does favor the brave! What the hell, I just have to do it! 

CHAPTER 4 

Alan knocked on the door before he could think of excuses not to act. "Hey Mom, are you showering in there?" 

"Tiger? Is that you? No, I'm done showering." 

Alan opened the door. He rushed in and hugged her before she had much chance to react. 

"Alan?! What are you doing? I'm naked!" She wore a shower cap, but that was it. 

"Sorry, Mom, I thought you said you were done showering." 

"Yeah, but I'm still drying off! You have to leave this instant!" 

"But Mom. You said I should tell you when it gets unbearable, and it got unbearable." He slid his body down until he knelt with one leg so his head rested between her boobs. He regretted the fact that he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but there were limits to his daring.

"Already? But Tiger! I just helped you out a few hours ago. You said that would last you a while." 

Alan was delighted. He was having a conversation talking into his mother's ample cleavage, and she wasn't pushing him away. His hands wrapped around her and held her by her lower back. 

By contrast, her arms fluttered in the air as she didn't know what to do or how to get him away. 

"Sorry, Mom, I can't help it! These things can't be controlled. I have raging teenage hormones and there's no telling when they'll strike." His words were muffled because his nose was deep in her cleavage. 

"Alan Evan Plummer! Listen to me this instant! I am NOT going to give you a blowjob. That is final. Do you understand? Not even a handjob. You'll just have to fend for yourself. Ron is downstairs! Downstairs, I said!" She shivered at that thought, and her voice dropped to a near whisper. "Do you realize what that means? What if he walked up here right now? It would be the end of our marriage! A total disaster! Please peel yourself off me already!" 

Alan was happy to hear his mother talk, because the longer she talked, the longer he could hold on. And he was partly right about the raging hormones - he really was thinking with the wrong head at the moment. "But Mom! He left to go talk football with Brad a few minutes ago. He'll be gone for a long time. And I can't help it. Please, Mom! I need some help. Some assistance! Maybe can I get your attention?" 

His hands dropped to her ass and started mauling at her butt cheeks. Meanwhile he continued to nuzzle his face between her pillowy breasts. 

"Tiger! Please! Get off me. Don't do that! Not in the ass crack, especially. Now isn't the time. And next door is still too close! He could come back at any time and I might not even hear. What about Suzanne? Can't you get her help?" 




Six Times a Day Pt. 09



"But she isn't here," he pointed out. "I have needs right now, big needs! My dick is so hard it hurts!" He licked some drops of water off of her left boob. His tongue worked its way towards her nipple. 

Susan freaked out; she worried that if his mouth made it to her nipple and he started suckling her there, she'd lose all control. She decided she had to disengage from his greedy grasp before that happened and tried to wiggle away. "Okay. I'll give her a call, since it's such an emergency. Here. Let me go by." 

Alan reluctantly let go and watched her walk naked to the telephone that was beside her bed. He went to the bathroom door and then the bedroom door and locked them both from the inside, then returned to his blatant gawking. 

She started dialing Suzanne's number and then realized she was still in the buff. She turned away from Alan and sat on the bed. 

That limited his view of her, but he still got to enjoy her bare back. But her backside alone was a very impressive sight. He rarely got to see all of her back because her long brown hair was usually covering most of it, but she had her hair up in a shower cap so he marveled at her shoulder blades and long, shapely neck. He was so out of control horny that the urge to explore her body was almost overwhelming. 

"Hello? Suzanne?" 

"Yes?" 

"We have a problem here. It's about Alan. He says he needs assistance right away. It's urgent! Can you come over here and lend him a hand?" She blushed as her words sank in, and then corrected herself. "Um, I didn't mean that literally. Well, actually, that is kind of what I do mean, but I didn't mean to say... Uh, anyway, the point is, you're needed over here. Okay?" 

Part of Suzanne's motive for her on the fly scheme was to push Alan to develop more aggressiveness, so she was delighted that he'd done as she had hoped. But of course she acted as if she didn't know anything and said, "Just a second. Call me back on my cell phone." 

"But-" Susan found herself listening to a disconnect signal. 

She rapidly dialed the other number and got a hold of Suzanne again. "Suzanne, is that you? What was that about?" 

Suzanne replied, "I can't talk about tending to Alan when Brad is in the same room. It's too weird, not to mention dangerous. Anyway, I'm in a safe spot now, so what's up?" 

Alan meanwhile had walked around so he could see his favorite parts of Susan on her front side. 

She crossed her legs to cover up her pussy and put an arm over her chest. Happily for Alan, she needed her other hand and arm to hold the phone. "It's Alan. It's like he's gone crazy. He's standing here with me in my bedroom and I'm naked and he's not! You have to help!" 

Suzanne cooed, "Oooh! That sounds hot. Are you excited?" 

Susan was hot as a furnace. The way Alan was devouring her with his eyes was almost unbearable. Her legs kept trying to spread apart by themselves and she wanted to thrust her chest out and scream, "Suck on these!" But instead she cried into the phone, "SuzaaaaAAAAaanne! That's irrelevant. By the way, is Ron over there right now?" 

"As a matter of fact, he is. I think he's going to be here for quite a while. The men are having a big football pow-wow. Why do you ask?" 

"Look, can you come over here right away and take care of my Tiger's big problem?" 

Suzanne was having fun teasing Susan a little bit. She could picture Alan standing and staring while Susan squirmed and blushed while talking naked on the phone, and she figured the longer she could draw that out, the more aroused everyone would get. So she asked, "When you say big problem, are you referring to his big erection?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you sure he's erect right now?" 

Alan was standing right next to Susan by now and could just manage to make out what Suzanne was saying to her. Inspired by the question, he adjusted his shorts, causing his erection to poke out the bottom. Because they were short shorts, about half of its length stuck out. 

Susan stared and panted, "God yes!" 

"How do you know?" Suzanne prodded. "Are you staring at his fat thickness right in front of you?" 

"Yes! YES! I can see a good three or four inches of magnificent man-" She interrupted herself. "But that's not the point! I need your help right away!" 

"Okay, sure," Suzanne replied. "But what's the big rush?" 

Susan didn't want to admit the real reason: she was so aroused that she feared she wouldn't me able to control herself much longer. She had visions of dropping the phone and lunging forward, tackling Alan to the ground in a mad frenzy to get his shorts off. She nearly screamed, "Please come over NOW!" But then she calmed herself and glared at Alan. "You can't wait because Alan is being insistent and demanding like some kind of prima donna." 

"All right. I'll be right over." 

Blaming all her conflicted emotions and raging desires on her son, Susan vented to him in the guise of speaking to Suzanne. "Thanks. Thanks a million. Isn't he something else? You should've seen his impetuous and spoiled behavior today. Frankly I'm disappointed in him. He needs to learn how to control himself and respect others." 

The words hit him like a bucket of ice water. Suddenly shamed, he hung his head like all the spirit had been sucked out of him. No longer listening closely, he couldn't hear Suzanne, but he heard Susan say, "I know. I know. ... Okay. ... Well, I'll see you soon." 

Then she hung up. Now she could cover her ample chest with both arms, and did so. She chided, "Okay, Son, Suzanne will be over soon. Are you happy? We're lucky she happens to be available on such short notice. You've been rude to both of us and, had your father been here, it could have been disastrous for all of us. This is exactly the sort of unthinking, selfish, and reckless behavior which I was afraid of, so I hope you feel good about yourself. Can you please give me some privacy now?" 

Alan dropped his head even lower. His erection could no longer be seen because it shriveled back up into his shorts. "Sorry, Mom. I'm really sorry. Please tell her she doesn't have to come over. Really. Please. She can't help now, 'cos whatever mood I was in, it died for good." 

He started to walk off to his room like he was headed to his own execution. But he paused, turned, and said with sincere anguish, "Mom, I'm sorry for being pushy and invading your privacy. But having to do it six times a day, it's not easy! I wish you wouldn't hate me and say such hurtful things. I can't help my condition." He turned and kept walking. 

Now Susan felt bad. "Wait!" 

He froze just as he was about to reach her bedroom door. 

"I'm sorry I was so harsh, Tiger. But you have to understand, there's a time and a place for everything. What were you thinking? All I can help you with are the abnormality checks, once a week. The rest of the time, Suzanne may be able to help here and there, but your problem is hardly the most important thing in the world. You're forgetting about other people and what's important for them." 

Alan hated disappointing his mother more than just about anything. He couldn't bear to even look her way and had to fight the urge not to break down and cry. "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't know what came over me. It's just that I love you so much. And I look at you and I get so aroused, I really don't know what to do! I mean, how many boys have mothers with E-cup breasts? And I don't know how they measures asses or backs or feet or smiles, but whatever part of your body they'd measure it would get a perfect score! How can I handle that?! You're just too hot for me not to want you!" He made a few sobbing sounds as it became more difficult for him not to burst into tears. 

Susan stood up, still naked, and rushed to him. Coming at him from the back, she covered him in a big hug. "Awww, my cutie Tiger. That's so sweet. Mom isn't mad at you. Don't cry." She gently rocked his body with hers like she was rocking a baby crib. "Don't cry," she purred as her voice grew softer. 

His urge to cry did in fact fade as he felt her love pouring into him via her tender hug. He started to feel a lot better all over. In fact, in less than half a minute his erection sprang back to life, thanks to the way her naked body was all over his like an octopus. 

She continued to lecture him, but in soothing tones. "Tiger, I love you, but don't forget the boundaries, okay? If you really need some visual stimulation from me I suppose that's okay, but you can't just wander into my private bathroom and ask for assistance any time you like, like you're some kind of lord! Especially not when Ron is near by. That's insanity. If he's anywhere in California that's far too close for me because he could never understand the complexities of why you need certain highly unusual types of help. I don't mean to be rude, but you really need to go." 

"That's okay, Mom. I understand. I'll go." 

"Do you still want me to send Suzanne over?" 

"No thanks. Tell her sorry, but-" 

With perfect timing, they heard the doorbell ring. Obviously it was Suzanne, who could come over at a minute's notice if need be. After all, she lived right next door. 

"There she is," Susan said as she gently pressed her nipples into Alan's T-shirt. "She's interrupted her time with her son just to help you out, so can't you at least try to be accommodating?"" 

Without leaving Susan's embrace, Alan turned around so he could look his mother in the eye. That led to a new and more stimulating alignment of body parts. Most notably, Alan's erection pressed against Susan's lower abdomen hotly and firmly, just as if his shorts between them weren't there at all. "I don't know, Mom. I can't just turn it on and off at will, you know." 

She giggled. "But it's definitely 'on' right now, isn't it? You're such a BIG boy," she purred. 

He said honestly, "That's all 'cos of you, Mom. When I leave this room, I don't know... I'll probably lose it. I feel bummed about what I did." 

"Well, don't feel too bad. Just respect the boundaries and everything will be fine. I'll tell you what: if you're good in the next day or two, I promise I'll help you out with my hands even before next Tuesday's abnormality check. How's that for inspiration?" 

Alan's face lit up into a big smile. "Wow, Mom! Awesome! You're so great." He hugged her tighter. 

CHAPTER 5 

Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Susan? Alan? I can hear you in there. Can I come in?"

The two of them turned and stared at the door. They would have panicked except instantly they realized the scratchy voice could only belong to Suzanne. And it made sense that she would have found herself upstairs by now. 

After Susan got over her initial shock, she said, "Suzanne?! I'm not decent." 

However, her words came too late because Alan was within reach of the doorknob, and at the same time she spoke, he unlocked it and opened it. "Hi, Suzanne." 

Susan's first reaction was to flee and cover herself up, but Alan's opening of the door was so fast and unexpected that she realized that in the time she had, breaking the hug would only expose herself even more. Since Alan was between her and the door, Suzanne wouldn't be able to see much of her, though it was painfully obvious that she was fully naked. 

Suzanne walked in. She smiled and teased them playfully, "Well, well, well. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." 

"No! Absolutely nothing!" Susan protested as she squeezed herself closer to her son. "Nothing at all! It's not like it looks! Uh... We're just having a little talk." 

"Normally, I would have to snicker about that, but I won't. Besides, I heard a little bit through the door just now. Something about my Sweetie not needing me after all?" Acting as if it was no big deal that Susan was completely nude, Suzanne closed and locked the door behind her and walked past the hugging duo to sit down on the edge of Susan's bed. 

Susan, with Alan's happy cooperation, jostled him bit by bit so the two of them could pivot some without breaking their hug. They kept at it until Alan was between Suzanne and Susan again. Susan didn't want Suzanne staring at her naked backside. 

All the while, Susan's body pressed into Alan's in the most delightful ways. He especially loved how her boobs seemed to envelop his whole chest. He could actually feel heat coming from her nipples through his thin T-shirt. 

As they shuffled around, Susan said to Suzanne while blushing profusely, "I suppose you're wondering why I'm naked..." 

"Nah. I got it on the phone. I gather Alan burst into your room while you were naked and you haven't had a chance to put your clothes back on. Not a problem. We'll just have to take care of the horny bugger." She beckoned Alan closer with a crook of her finger. 

Alan immediately disengaged and went to Suzanne. 

That left Susan without any cover. She rushed back to the bathroom and got herself a big yellow towel. Wrapping herself in it as a temporary measure, she went back into her adjoining bedroom. 

Suzanne had been busy in Susan's brief absence. When Susan walked back in, she found Alan and Suzanne sitting next to each other, both fully dressed, except Alan's fly was unzipped and Suzanne was jacking him off with both hands. 

"Suzanne! What do you think you're doing?!" 

Suzanne loved to tease. Her tone was joking but friendly. "Susan, you should know what this is called by now. You can say I'm jacking him off. Or you can call it a handjob." 

"I know THAT! But I mean, in my bedroom! And Ron! You can't do it here 'cos this is his bedroom too!" 

"Susan, as for this being his bedroom, come on, look around. Do you see any signs of him except for a picture or two?" 

Horrified, Susan noticed a big wedding picture of Ron and her taken on their wedding day. Feeling like Ron was staring at her through the picture, she walked over and placed it face down. 

Meanwhile, Suzanne was saying, "He spends more time sleeping in airports than he sleeps here. This is YOUR room, decorated just how YOU like it. I'm the one helping Alan with his problem at the moment, not you, so what's the problem? And I told you Ron will be busy for a while. The guys'll probably be gabbing for an hour or more about quarterbackers and linebacks and all that stuff." 

Even though Suzanne was driving Alan wild with two hands sloshing their way up and down his erection, he felt the need to correct her statement. "Quarterbacks and linebackers, actually, Aunt Suzy." 

Suzanne winked. "It's true that I hate football, but I knew that much at least. I was just testing ya." 

Alan decided that was probably true, since he believed Suzanne was knowledgeable about most everything. 

Susan stood transfixed for long moments, just staring at Suzanne's stroking fingers and only barely hearing the explanation about Ron having left. With a large towel around her she at least looked covered up, but she didn't feel covered up. The towel was wrapped tightly around the top of her breasts, but fell loosely the rest of the way down. It still felt like she was effectively naked, especially in her lower privates because the towel hung a few inches off her body and didn't even touch her ass cheeks. Her pussy was throbbing and leaking and it seemed like everyone could see the rivulets flowing down from it. To add to her consternation, one of the few places where the towel touched her was at her nipples, and the rough terry cloth material rubbed against them in agonizingly delightful ways with every move she made. 

But she hardly noticed those things because she was so absorbed watching the handjob in action. She did just manage to have enough wits left to complain, "Suzanne, this isn't right. Even if Ron's gone, you can't do this here, like that." 

Suzanne pretended to misunderstand. "You're right. Alan's big slab of man meat could blow like Pompeii at any second, and we could make a big mess. God knows that thing squirts like a public fountain. Susan, could you be a dear and take off my blouse? You know what they say about spilling one's seed on the ground. Thank goodness our faces and chests are here to save him from sin." 

Susan walked forward as if in a trance. She stood next to Suzanne, who obligingly turned a little, and unbuttoned her blouse from the backside. That put her in much closer proximity to the handjob. She could hear every last juicy squish as Suzanne's magic fingers worked their way up and down. 

Suzanne, still acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, asked Susan, "Could you take the bra off too? Can you believe I came over here in such a rush that I didn't even have time to take my bra off? And it's such an expensive black lace bra, too. When Sweetie shoots his hot jizz all over my chest I don't want to ruin it." 

Still feeling like a zombie or under some enchantment, Susan undid the blouse and then got to work on removing the bra. She had tucked the two ends of the towel tightly together at the top of her cleavage, and that left a potential gap right down the middle of her front side. She was in such an erotic fog that she didn't realize that the way she was standing caused that gap to open up. 

Alan, however, definitely noticed. Even though he'd just seen and felt a lot of naked Susan a few minutes before, his eyes bugged out as he stared at his mother's bush through the gap in the towel. Getting sneak peaks were somehow even better than seeing full on nudity. 

When Suzanne came over, she had just expected to meet Alan in his room and give him a blowjob, and that would be it. She had no idea a situation like this would arise, but since it did, she was rolling with the punches. Her goal was to speed up the reigniting of Susan's lust for her son. She worried things were moving too quickly and could cause another setback, but Susan had already informed her (in clinical terms) of the abnormality check earlier in the day, so Suzanne figured the odds were good Susan was already well on her way.

With that in mind, Suzanne said, "Susan, isn't it just amazing how long it takes for Alan to cum? I mean, here we are, and if you believe all the hype, we're both centerfold material. I'm topless, you're flashing your pussy, and I'm stroking Alan's massive log with both hands, and he STILL is holding out on us! How do you do it, Sweetie?" 

Susan, hearing the mention about flashing her pussy, immediately straightened up and held her towel to close up the gap. Since she'd finished taking off Suzanne's bra she didn't know what to do with herself and just remained there with her hand on a corner of the towel to make sure the gap didn't open up again. 

Suzanne knew Susan would do that when she said that. But she also knew that Susan would get even more aroused knowing that Alan had been looking at her pussy, and furthermore, Suzanne had seen Alan looking at her pussy. In fact, Susan was such a raging inferno of lust by this time that the rivulets of pussy juice started to show below the bottom edge of her big towel. 

Alan noticed the rivulets as well. He was so aroused that it seemed the room was spinning and he might pass out any second. He'd heard Suzanne's question and tried to form an answer, but his mind felt like mush. "Um... I, uh... The PC muscle..." He was practically hyperventilating too, making it all the more remarkable he could say even that much. 

Suzanne picked up what he said and talked on his behalf. "Did you say the PC muscle? So you're doing your exercises. Excellent! Are you practicing right now even as both my hands are flying up and down your marvelous pole?" 

Alan just nodded. 

"How delightful. I can tell you must be practicing religiously and it's paying off already because, look. What if I do this?" 

Suzanne knew some special moves where she could place the tips of her fingers in his most sensitive spots, like the piss hole. Her fingers fanned out and covered all of his most arousing zones with the skill of an acupuncturist. Her fingers worked on his scrotum as well, and even the surprisingly sensitive perineum (the space between the penis and anus). 




Six Times a Day Pt. 09



Alan groaned as her fingers did all her tricks at once. It was like he'd been slugged in the chest, but by a wave of pure pleasure. Somehow he managed not to cum, but he didn't know how. 

(In fact, Suzanne had rapidly moved some of her fingers to squeeze tightly at the base of his penis to cut off the orgasm just before it started, because she knew he couldn't hold on after that assault given his current state. Alan was so close to passing out that he didn't even notice.) 

Nonetheless, Suzanne was honestly impressed by his staying power. "Susan, this is remarkable! He's cum so far in such a short time, so to speak! Heh-heh-heh! If we don't watch out, we could be here for hours. Can you just picture Ron's face if he came in here and saw my fists sliding up and down his son's big thick monster cock with you naked on your knees, masturbating in front of us? Talk about a surprise!" 

"Suzanne! That's so improper!" Susan protested. But the visual picture Suzanne presented was so hot that Susan found herself climaxing all of a sudden. 

Caught unawares, her knees buckled and she fell to a squatting position on the floor. As she did, the precariously tucked towel fell open and dropped to the floor around her. Ironically and more or less by pure chance, Susan found herself in nearly the exact position Suzanne had just described. She realized this and it only made her that much more insanely aroused as waves of pure orgasmic bliss washed over her. 

Alan had already been on the precipice of a great climax when Suzanne started to describe how it would look if Ron found them. That started to push him over the edge. But as he began to lose control, he saw Susan collapse and her towel fall away as if she was kneeling before him to worship his erection, and he truly and completely lost it. Such arousing sights and sounds all around him was too much for any human being to endure without cumming hard. 

As he started to shoot off, Suzanne repositioned herself, dropping her face into his lap and swallowing his entire penis head in one gulp. She bobbed up and down frantically on his stiff pole as he shot his load into her mouth. She worried that taking it in the mouth in front of Susan was going too far, but she was more worried about Ron coming back and finding his bedroom smelling of a strange man's cum. So she very cleanly swallowed all but a few drops. 

Alan was so overcome with orgasmic joy that he actually passed out briefly. His upper body turned to jelly and he started to slump over until Suzanne caught him and held him in place, causing him to wake up. Happily, he didn't miss much. The waves of pleasure washed through him relentlessly until he felt like he'd died and been reborn several times over. 

When he grew aware of his surroundings again, he found himself leaning into Suzanne's side as she sat next to him. Susan was on the floor in front of him, sprawled out, nude, and completely passed out. Multiple orgasms hit her so relentlessly that she finally couldn't take it any more and lost consciousness. 

Suzanne gently stroked his upper arm as the two of them watched Susan's chest rise and fall with each breath. "Have fun, Sweetie?" She laughed because the answer was so obvious. 

She spoke freely to Alan about Susan, knowing that Susan was completely zonked out and even lightly snoring. "Just look at her. I'd have to say your mother has fallen off the fuddy duddy wagon in a big way. Most women never had an orgasm like the one she just had in their entire lives. I think it's safe to say she's hooked on sperm and orgasms like that and her fall back to her old ways phase is over. Just look at all that naked motherly goodness that's going to be yours to play with. Look at that juicy pussy. Mmmm. Yum." 

Alan was still so out of it he could barely string a sentence together. "Aunt Suzy. Don't say that." He was concerned she'd arouse him yet again while he was still too tired to stand. 

But Suzanne didn't listen. She readjusted herself so his head drifted into her pillowy breasts instead of leaning against her side. Even though it was the back of his head facing her cleavage instead of his face, it still felt great for the both of them. 

She said, "I gather you got her upset just before I got here by being too aggressive. I'm surprised at you. Remember: don't push your luck. Trust ol' Aunt Suzy on how to proceed. You just have too much cock for me to handle all by my lonesome self and we're going to need Susan's help. Let me bring her along, and before you know it your mother and I will be taking turns blowing and stroking you every couple of hours. Doesn't that sound like fun?" 

Alan just moaned affirmatively. There was an incredulous tone to the sounds he was making because her suggestion sounded too good to even fantasize about. Yet he couldn't deny the reality of seeing Susan laying there, the post-orgasmic bliss still evident in her face. 

Suzanne helped him stand up before he was really ready to go anywhere. She playfully slapped him on the butt. "Time to get a move on. This was far too risky, to be honest. Susan was right about that. There's really no telling when Ron will come back and I've got to do some serious damage control first. But boy, was that worth the risk! Don't you agree?" 

Alan nodded his head as he staggered off to take a shower. He was so orgasmically shattered that he operated by rote. 

Suzanne, meanwhile, did have a lot of damage control to take care of. After dressing, she woke Susan and assisted her to a shower as well. Then, while Susan showered, she cleaned up the bedroom. She opened windows and used copious amounts of air freshener to rid the room of any sexual smells. She even dimmed the lights and lit some candles so the smell of melting wax could serve as an olfactory distraction. 

When Susan finally came out of the shower, she again wore nothing but same the big yellow towel as before. She dragged herself to her bed and lay down under the bed sheets. She was too tired to even move the towel. 

Suzanne was still there, ready to work on the mental damage control. 

Susan was despondent. "Suzanne, how could I? What happened just now, it was so wrong! So very improper!" 

But Suzanne came back with, "Why? What happened? I gave Alan a handjob because he seriously needed one. Doctor's orders. There's nothing wrong with that and in fact it's a very good thing, a big step to his getting back on track with his daily target. You gave him a heaping helping of visual stimulation. Again, doctor approved, nothing wrong with that. You didn't touch him improperly; you didn't do anything wrong at all." 

"But I felt it pressed against me when we were hugging," Susan complained. "That counts as touching. And did you see me at the end? I... I... I had a tingle! A strong tingle! It's so wrong!" She shamefully covered her face with her hands, even though it was a big effort to do so in her noodle-like completely drained state. 

"Now, now," Suzanne soothed. "There's nothing wrong with that at all. I keep telling you, as long as we have to help Alan with his treatment, why can't we enjoy it? That's no sin! It would be stupid to force ourselves to suffer. 'Tingles' are nice. Why run from them?" 

She lied as she went on, "Besides, Alan was so far gone by that time that he didn't notice you falling to the floor. He has no idea that you collapsed in a naked orgasmic heap. In fact, he completely passed out himself. I picked him up and carried him to his own bathroom before he woke up. So as far as he knows, you just stayed there watching dressed like you are now, in that big towel." 

"Really?" Susan could have swore she saw Alan staring at her on the floor while Suzanne's head bobbed up and down over his long stiff prick, but now she wasn't sure if that was real or her fevered imagination. 

"Really." 

I must have been fantasizing. Hallucinating? Maybe I'd passed out already. Yeah, I probably had passed out and was dreaming. Thank goodness too, because that was so depraved and out of control. And still I feel bad about it, even if Alan couldn't see everything. 

She said, "But Ron! What about Ron? I feel so horrible! If my husband only knew what we're doing here, he'd kill me." 

"Look. There's no point in telling Ron about Alan's medical treatment because guys can be irrational about those kinds of things. But in any case, Ron has no right to be angry about anything you do. Don't forget about all of his blatant cheating overseas. You're just being a good mother, helping your son in his time of need. As you get better at it, you'll be able to control your feelings better too." 

"But... But... It just doesn't feel right. Anything that feels that good, it HAS to be a sin." 

Suzanne laughed. "I really like your parents generally speaking, but they seriously messed you up about some things." She went to the candles she'd lit and blew them out, leaving the room in near total darkness. "It's late and you're exhausted. Go to sleep and we'll talk about it some more tomorrow, okay?" 

"Okay." Susan felt like she was a little girl and Suzanne was her mother tucking her in. Suzanne even went to Susan's dresser, got out her nightgown, handed it to her, and then took her towel away. 

Susan worried about Ron coming to bed and finding her naked, so she just managed to get her nightgown on. But she was so exhausted that she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. Soul-shattering multiple orgasms were extremely tiring. 

Suzanne then took a shower too. She left the Plummer house feeling extremely good about herself. Her impromptu scheme worked as well as she could have hoped for. True, it was a bit bumpy and risky for a while: when she'd arrived less than an hour before, it seemed like Susan and Alan were having a big set back in their sexual development due to Alan's unusual loss of mental control. But by the time she left that incident was nearly forgotten by everyone and all of Susan's great orgasms brought Suzanne's ultimate plans that much closer to fruition. Now she could openly talk to Susan about sex and bring her along a lot faster. 

She chuckled to herself when she got home and saw Ron, Eric, and Brad still hanging out in the living room and arguing about football statistics. She thought, Ron, poor Ron. If you only knew what goes on in your house right under your nose! But then again you deserve it all and then some for what you did to Susan. The chickens will all come home to roost. I'll see to that, that's for sure. 

CHAPTER 6 (Wednesday, Oct. 24)

The next day was a relatively sex-free day for Alan, by his recent standards. It was almost like any other school day, but with a few exceptions. For one, he briefly spoke with Ms. Rhymer after class ended.

"Young man," she said, "I noticed your concentration is all over the map. One day you're focused, the next day you're on some other planet. Are you having trouble with your, uh, medical treatment?"

"No, I'm making my daily quota without problem now. My only problem is that I get so excited in school. You know, hanging out at lunch with all the pretty women, and then seeing their cute bodies later in P.E. I'm really hopeless!"

"So I guess what you're saying," concluded Ms. Rhymer, "is that you could really use some relief right around lunchtime."

"Yeah, I guess. I get, I dunno what you call it, blue balls. I'm so used to quickly relieving myself that it's getting to be a problem." Given what he saw Ms. Rhymer do yesterday, he tried to frame his explanation so it could lead to an offer for her to "help him out."

"Hmm... This seems to be a real problem, young man. I think you and I need to discuss this in more detail. However, it looks like you have to run to lunch and I do too. I'd like to help you out... in some kind of way. Why don't we meet after school and discuss it in more detail? Can you come to my classroom, say, after school tomorrow?"

Alan thought about that. He was solidly booked. That's when I to go over to Kim's house and fuck my sister! If Ms. Rhymer only knew! She'd hate me for sure. Friday was better, though he had an appointment with nurse Akami at five. I think I can squeeze you in before that, Teach, he thought in a naughty frame of mind. Or maybe, you'll squeeze me in between your legs, heh-heh! 

More and more, Alan's genial nature was being replaced by a lustful one.

But on the outside none of this showed. "How about Friday," he asked in a level tone.

"Okay, Friday then," the teacher answered.

"That sounds great. You're right, I do have to run. But I'll be there on Friday. Later!" He skipped out the door.

The irony of the situation was that Ms. Rhymer was in no position to chastise Alan for loss of concentration. Ever since she'd heard about Alan's big sexual needs to climax many times a day, she'd begun to drift away into fantasies in class more and more, thinking about helping him. One part of her brain would teach by rote while another part would daydream about having sex with him.

In the past couple of days she'd even begun to expose herself during Alan's class, but she always did it just out of eyesight of her students. For instance, she would pull up her dress and pull down her panties while she sat at her desk or behind the podium. She ran a big risk that she would eventually get found out, but that only drove her erotic feelings even higher. She fantasized about calling Alan up to speak to her so that he alone could see her nakedness, but she dared not actually do so.

Then, yesterday she'd blatantly stroked a ruler like it was a twelve inch penis, right in front of all of her students. True, they were all looking down while frantically working on a test, but she loved the thrill. 

She didn't want to actually get caught by any of her other students, only Alan. That's why she would only pull these stunts in her fourth period class, because it was the idea of Alan seeing her that turned her on. 

Nobody noticed, but that very day she lectured behind the podium for a few minutes with her bush completely exposed and pointed directly at the class.

Only the podium in the way prevented what would have no doubt been a huge scene with administrators and possibly even security rushing into her class and sending her away. If the podium were just a few inches lower, she would have been in grave danger.

But she just couldn't help it. The idea of physically helping Alan with his need to cum every day during lunch had taken hold of her and was making her do crazy things. She had no greater fantasy than making it with one of her students and now that fantasy was close to really happening, if she allowed it to. She had little doubt Alan would gladly accept now that he was clearly no longer a shy and scared boy, but more of a sexually mature man. 

She fantasized that Alan would come up to the front of the class on some pretext. Perhaps he would be co-teaching a particular lesson. He would see her nakedness and not react at all, except to slightly smile. Then, casually and assuredly, he would stand right next to her and pet her pussy. 

The class would be none the wiser as his fingers explored their way into her slit. She would continue to point at the chalkboard and teach without any hint of disturbance. But inside she would be burning up, utterly consumed by lust. 

Alan would sense her growing need. Dropping to the floor, he would hide inside and behind the podium. She would press right up to the edge of it, and below that edge his head would bury itself into her sex and madly lick her. Of course to have the students simply forget Alan was hidden inside the podium would never happen in real life, but such things didn't matter in her fevered fantasies.

In fact, with each imagining, such dreams grew more and more unbelievable. Glory herself would drop behind the podium as well, and the two of them would madly kiss and tear each other's clothes off.

By that point, Ms. Rhymer would typically lose track of her teaching as she fell further and further into her fantasy world. Suddenly she would snap to, and hastily pull her panties up and her skirt down. So far this had happened three times, and each time she was left frustrated, just short of orgasm.

The only exception was the orgasm she had in class the day before after stroking the ruler. She realized she'd gone too far that day, and promised herself not to do it again. She didn't notice that Alan had realized what she'd done by looking at the reflection in the window. She would have been extremely embarrassed had he found out how badly she wanted him.

Alan was slightly late to his meeting with Kim and Katherine. He finished a touch up job on their butts in the supply closet within minutes. Despite the no-touching rule, he was obliged to finger Kim briefly until her pussy lips became engorged enough for him to check the paint job there. 

Katherine, to her intense frustration, found that she was already so aroused that Alan didn't have to touch her. Everyone was very restrained, but clearly the anticipation amongst all of them was intense over what would happen tomorrow.

Cheerleading practice went as usual for Kim and Katherine. Heather kept her promise with Kim to wait until Thursday, and had no special tricks in store.

Katherine and Kim were still very much in danger of discovery by the other cheerleaders, however. They couldn't help but look at each other's paint jobs much more than they should have. They tried not to bend over around others, however sometimes they got too excited. Doing cheerleading routines while "commando" was a huge turn on, and the sight of beautiful cheerleaders bending and stretching all around them only fueled their lusts. (Kim already considered herself lesbian and Katherine was rapidly discovering bisexual desires, especially towards Amy.) Both of them purposely flashed each other when they guessed they could get away with it. It became a secret and very dangerous game, given that Heather was there. But again luck held for them.

However, both Kim and Katherine assumed that cheerleader practice would finally be a blast in their next meeting, since Thursday meant Heather could finally do what she willed with Katherine.

Meanwhile, Alan thought to himself while he daydreamed in class, Tomorrow, not only do I have to look forward to having sex for the very first time, and with my sister no less, but I'm also guessing something kinky will happen while doing the painting during lunch, too. On top of that, I've got a special meeting with Ms. Rhymer after school on Friday, and then an appointment with Akami at five on the same afternoon! Sweetness. Could life get any better?

CHAPTER 7 

Wednesday was also the day Susan and Suzanne held the first of what they hoped would be a regular weekly card game with Brenda. The two best friends liked playing cards, but usually only with each other. But Suzanne wanted to have the buxom divorcee Brenda around the house more, for Alan's sake, and she thought it would be good to have more formal card games too. So they planned to get together every Wednesday and play bridge, poker, hearts, and the like. 

Susan wasn't thrilled, but she realized that playing cards with a foursome was better than with a twosome. Katherine rounded out the group. They figured that if she wasn't available, Amy could also be the fourth. Suzanne privately boasted to Susan, "No matter which one is the fourth, our card game will represent the greatest collection of boobs since Hugh Hefner opened up the Playboy Mansion." She hadn't exaggerated much with that boast. 

Brenda came over right on time, and soon Susan and Suzanne were playing bridge against Katherine and Brenda. As they played, the obvious fact that all four of them were so well-endowed came up, and they spent a lot of time talking about the plusses and minuses of having extremely large boobs. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 09



The issue was especially pertinent to Brenda. Even though Brenda was a good six inches shorter than the nearly six-foot-tall Susan and Suzanne, her boobs were both relatively and absolutely bigger. Brenda's tits were so big that they dominated her life in many ways. For instance, she never had to hold a job, as she could coast through life getting everything she wanted from men who were enamored with her body. With her recent divorce settlement, she in fact was now a multimillionaire, and trying to figure out what she would do with her life once the divorce went through. 

Brenda loved to talk to Susan and Suzanne about boobs and related issues, because she'd never had friends stacked enough to be able to relate to her situation (Katherine, despite her sizable hooters, was largely a quiet observer to these boob discussions). 

Brenda's tits were a great boon for her, but also a great curse. For instance, she could never really trust any relationship with a man, even platonic ones. Were they just interested in her cute, busty look and not her personality? She could never know. In fact, she had virtually no women friends at all due to jealousy and envy. 

The boobs even caused physical problems: she could hardly run at all without a bra, and her back sometimes hurt. She was forced to exercise regularly because if she didn't her back pains would be much more frequent. 

She was amazed at how much Suzanne and Susan avoided some of these problems, though admittedly it was mostly because they stuck together for friendship and didn't get out much. Brenda loved this new card game tradition, because it gave her a rare opportunity to just be "one of the girls" and not worry about her overwhelming appearance. 

Although she didn't even realize it herself, the truth was Brenda was desperately lonely. Most of her friends were also her husband's friends, and in the divorce she was falling away from them. In fact, she was nearly completely bereft of real friends at the moment, aside from her head maid and her only son. To find other kind women so similar to her was a real godsend. 

But it turned out the atmosphere didn't stay female only. After they had played for several hours, Alan came by the dining room area and did his best to furtively check Brenda out. The visual impact of Brenda on Alan was just what Suzanne had expected. Her obscenely large tits were something new to him, and he couldn't help but linger around the card game and try to get a (mental) grasp on how big Brenda's tits were.

Brenda was doubly-cursed, or blessed, depending on one's perspective. Not only did she have gargantuan tits, but she also had long and pointy nipples which seemingly could poke through steel. She wore the thickest bras she could find, but there was seemingly no use in hiding them. There was almost nothing she could wear, not even a loose sweater, that her nipples didn't make themselves aggressively visible in. 

And that was when the nipples weren't erect. As Brenda complained to them later, one of the biggest problems with her nipples was that everyone who saw her assumed she was aroused with erect nipples, when in fact that was their normal state. It didn't help that she lived in constantly warm and sunny Southern California, where there was rarely any need to even wear a sweater and it was awkward to dress in layers.

But still she did her best to always cover her chest. For instance, on this day she tried to wear a thick, high-collared shirt and business jacket. 

Alan's eyes nonetheless were drawn to her tits and nipples like a magnet. He thought, Dang, it's like she's hiding two beach balls under there. This is where it's at, man. Mature, curvy, and sexually experienced women. Sweetness. 

Brenda was lucky she also had a very pretty face, or she practically would never have been able to make eye contact with anyone at all.

The four buxom women had a grand time playing cards. They all got quite tipsy and giggly. 

Brenda got easily annoyed at men who ogled her chest, and fully expected to get angry at Alan. But to her surprise, he spent just as much time admiring the looks of the other three women, even though she knew one was his sister and another was his mother. She found that odd, and also found herself annoyed by the relative lack of attention. She was chagrined to find that she always fought to be ignored, and now that she was being somewhat ignored she fought to be the center of attention. 

Being ignored, even in a relative sense, was something she was completely unfamiliar with because she'd never had serious female competition like these women. Somehow that drew her closer to them. It was like she'd finally discovered the "impossibly gorgeous women club" and wanted to be a member. It was both a chance for her to be treated relatively normal for once and also latch on to an entirely new group of fun-loving friends after going through a painful time with her divorce. 

Alan was just an observer and eventually left, but the card players went on all afternoon until finally Susan's husband Ron came home and griped about being hungry. 

So Susan had to cook a late dinner, and Suzanne had to go home and cook for her family as well. But by the end of their day together, they had all become tight friends. Even Susan, who was initially reluctant about getting to know Brenda better, looked forward with anticipation to another round of cards next week.

Suzanne was pleased. She wasn't sure where this scheme with Brenda was going or why she did it, exactly. She had the vague vision of herself in an orgy, fucked by Alan on one end, and sucking on Brenda's tits on the other. But she had a long way to go before she could hope to make that a reality. Amongst other things, she'd heard Brenda make a derisive comment about lesbianism at the party where Suzanne concocted the scheme. But Suzanne considered that a challenge and she loved a good challenge.

CHAPTER 8

It turned out that Alan didn't even have to wait until Thursday for life to get much better. That night, his parents went to see a movie. Katherine joined them, but Alan chose to stay at home. 

It was a wise choice. Mere minutes after the rest of the Plummer family went out the door, Suzanne let herself in. She knew of the movie plans and had watched and waited very impatiently until the car left.

Suzanne had a natural flair for the dramatic. She came over dressed in a robe, and threw it off after she got in the door. Underneath she wore something that Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazard TV show might have worn, but even that character would have been too modest to wear it. 

She was unusually embarrassed at first, because it was not the kind of clothes she would normally ever wear, even if she wanted to look extremely provocative. The outfit simply screamed "trailer trash" and that was the last thing in the world the sophisticated and cultured Suzanne was. She hoped that Alan was into costumes and role plays, but she wasn't sure if he was. 

It didn't help that he just stood there and gawked. 

She pressed ahead, breaking the silence with a Southern drawl. "Howdy, stranger. I'm thinking that someone in this-here house has been lackin' in visual stimulation lately. Am I right?"

"Holy fucking crap, Aunt Suzy! You are so right!" Alan was so excited that his penis sprung out of his short shorts, snaking down his left thigh on its own volition. 

Suzanne wore cut-off jeans which were quite short in the front, but even shorter in the back. In fact, in the back it almost seemed as if she wore a G-string made out of blue denim fabric. Her top was a light green tube top that she'd cut from below right up to the nipple line. Any slight movement on her part would cause the fabric to ride up her boobs all the way. As she modeled the outfit for Alan, she used her upper arms to strategically push her boobs further forward and out. It made her look so top heavy that Alan was half-convinced gravity would force her to fall forward at any moment.

Since he knew he was just alone with Suzanne and his erection was poking out anyway, he unzipped his fly and grasped his rod. "Dang, Suzanne! You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen!" 

She smiled, greatly encouraged by his enthusiasm. She went on with her faked Southern accent, "I've been a-thinkin' that someone in this-here house is way overdue for a good ol' cocksuckin'. What do ya think about that-there idea, partner? I reckon that's yer third leg you're holdin' there. Looks like it could use a good tongue bath. I bet it would look real purdy with a lipstick ring way down at the root, too. How 'bout it, mister?" 

She said all of this with the most exaggerated Southern accent she could conjure up, and she was very good with accents. As if that wasn't stimulation enough, she moved one of her hands to a tit, which instantly come uncovered, and the other to her crotch, and began to stroke herself beneath her shorts. "I'm so doggone horny, it's right lucky there ain't no farm animals in sight," she drawled as she tried to keep a straight face.

Alan was so excited that he nearly creamed then and there. In fact, he ran to his room to give himself a chance to cool down some, saying, "See you in my room in a few minutes, partner," as he sped off. He would have loved to banter back in this manner for a while using a Southern accent of his own, but he was forced to retreat instead so he wouldn't lose it completely and ejaculate before the fun really started.

Alan sat in his room and drew upon the most unarousing thoughts he could come up with, just to calm down a bit. 

Suzanne soon came in. She had a way of swishing her hips when she walked that sprouted boners wherever she went, but in these short shorts she was so sexy that she could practically be arrested for disturbing the peace. 

Alan said, "Phew! Best Visual Stimulation Ever award! I'd love to banter, but I'm so ready. Please do me now!"

"Who?" she asked innocently. "Lil' ol' me? I just luuuuv to suck a cock, don'tcha know? Any cocks here that need a-suckin'? Oh, here's one!" She dropped the accent and the role and got down to what she loved the most, lately: slurping and licking Alan's stiff bone.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! So good! So good!" screamed Alan, safe in the knowledge that the house was completely empty for once.

Alan tried his best to endure, but he couldn't last for long in the face of such an erotic assault. Her tongue was so long and agile that it seemed to wrap completely around his erection, though it just seemed that way since not even Suzanne was capable of such a feat. 

Alan was glad to know the rest of his family was at the movies because it gave him the freedom to cry out. As the urge to climax welled up inside of him and grew unbearable, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "YES! GOD YES! SUCK IT!" 

The cum pumped out of his penis and down Suzanne's throat. Alan could tell that most women probably stopped sucking and licking at that point and just guzzled the cum down. But not Suzanne. If anything, she redoubled her efforts. She sucked on him so hard he thought she might pull it off completely or turn it inside-out. Her hand never stopped jacking him off either, until she rung the last drop of cum out of him. 

It was that kind of extra effort that made her blowjobs truly awe-inspiring. She hadn't given such treatment to all of her previous lovers, or even many of them, and even then she saved a lot of tricks for special occasions only. But she loved Alan so much that she wanted to pull out all the stops every single time. 

After he shot his seed into Suzanne's mouth and she'd thoroughly "cleaned" his penis until it was too sensitive to touch, the two of them rested. 

In her normal voice, Suzanne teased, "I leave you alone for nearly twenty-four hours, and this is what happens. Horrible, horrible cum build up and a quick trigger. You hardly lasted a minute there. I'd hate to see your reaction if I was gone for a week! Isn't anyone taking care of you?"

Alan thought it prudent not to mention what happened - and what WOULD happen - with Katherine. He said honestly, "Well, the last time I got any help was last night with you and Mom. Since then, Ron was home and we had guests for the card game."

"You poor thing. Forced to abuse yourself because your mean old mother doesn't help enough and your father being in town. I'm looking every day for a chance to come over, but with Ron around this is the best I can do."

Then in a playful but chastising tone, she complained, "However, I expect a little better from you. More staying power. Can you do it again? I just happen to know the movie is exactly one hour and thirty seven minutes long."

"Can I do it again?" he asked incredulously. "With you dressed like that, that's like asking does a bear shit in the woods. God yes!"

"Dressed like what?" She stood up and turned around, then backed her butt up almost into Alan's nose. 

He reached out and stroked her butt cheeks, sometimes going over the rough blue jeans fabric too. "Like this. I know you're always dressing in power suits and nice clothes and stuff, so to dress up like a trailer trash slut just to help get me hard really says something. I think it shows how much you love me." 

With his fingers trying to pry under the fabric deep in her ass crack, he said with complete sincerity, "I love you, Aunt Suzy. You're the greatest. And I'm the luckiest guy alive."

She laughed, then turned around to make eye contact. "You are that, for sure. But 'I love you' - are you just saying that? What do you mean? You love my blowjobs." She reached down and resumed stroking, as if to emphasize her point. 

"I mean just that. I. Love. You. I know I haven't been very expressive of my feelings in the past, but I'm proud to say it. I mean I love you, in every way. Sexually, hell yeah. But also as a friend, and as a person, in every way. It's not just the handjobs and blowjobs, although those don't hurt!" 

He laughed, and then got serious again. He ran a hand through her wild and curly red hair adoringly. "You've always been so kind and good to me, ever since I was a baby. I'm so lucky you're in my life. You've been so caring for me that you're practically like my second mother. If that's not love, then I don't know what is."

"Oh Alan!" Suzanne exclaimed, suddenly dizzy with happiness. She'd been around the block with men many times, but she felt giddy, as if Alan were her first crush. "My Sweetie! I love you too! In all those ways too." 

They kissed for many minutes. Suzanne's top was already up around her shoulders, having rode up during the blowjob, but now she pulled it the rest of the way off. 

Alan's hands joyfully roamed all over her body. As usual, though, for when he had these kinds of opportunities with Suzanne, "all over" meant an intense focus on her chest and some exploration elsewhere. But she loved it. And she happily made a mental note that Alan was quickly improving his kissing skills.

When she sensed his penis was ready to revive, she asked while their hands explored each other, "So, tell me everything that happened between you and Susan last night before I came in." 

Alan explained in great detail how he walked in on Susan as she was finishing her shower. His penis started to rise as he recalled the events. 

Suzanne stroked his growing erection while he talked. When he finished at the point Suzanne arrived to the bedroom, she said, "Nice story. I have to admire your aggressiveness. I hope we see more of that from you." 

"I just basically did what you told me," he admitted. 

Suzanne continued as she slid her fingers all over his shaft, "True, but you did do it, and you did it well. That said, you know what I really like? How Susan never put on her clothes through all of that. Think about it: she was in her bathroom and then in her bedroom. There are towels everywhere and cabinets and closets full of clothes all over the place. She sat on her bed and didn't even try to cover up with a sheet or a pillow. Susan's no rocket scientist, but she's not dumb either. If she didn't think of covering up, it's because she didn't want to on some level. The fact is, she WANTS to be naked for you. Don't listen to her verbal protests in a situation like that, look at her body." 

Alan joked, "Well, if you insist, I'll force myself to check her out." 

"You do that. Did you see how much she was dripping? Give her a couple more days, tops, and she'll be slurping on your pole. Hell, I'll bet you she'll be wrapping those red lips of hers around your Johnson even before Ron leaves. Can you just picture that? Imagine your mother kissing your father while the taste of your semen is still in her mouth. Kinky!" 

Alan groaned. "Aunt Suzy, please stop! If you go on like that, I'm gonna have a quick trigger again." 

Suzanne had a wicked gleam in her eye. "Okay. But that reminds me. True, I was trying to arouse you last night when I said you had surprising endurance, and despite my teasing about the occasional quick trigger, you really do. I AM really impressed what you've done with PC muscle control in such a short time. We've got a long time until the others come back, so let's work on your endurance." 

She sucked him to orgasm again, but this time they took over an hour to do it. She kept him right on the edge, always aware of just when to pull back and give him a rest. For the first time, Alan felt his PC muscle exercises really paying dividends. She taught him to warn her when he was getting close and then they would take a break until he was ready to go again. Meanwhile, she was able to rest her jaw and hands so she could keep going too. 

Somewhere along the line her Daisy Duke shorts came off, and his fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy and anus until his hands were sore, often doing both holes at the same time. He kept her on the edge too, and then some, as she had orgasm after orgasm. In fact, she had more than she'd ever had in her life at one time.

Suzanne however wasn't ready to have him go further, purely because of the continuing long-term danger of getting caught. She realized that at the very least she had to wait until Susan's husband was gone, or else the odds of getting caught would be too high. Opportunities like this movie night were extremely rare, and once she started she didn't want to get fucked only every once in a while.

After Alan came for the second time, he complained, "That's kind of unfair. I mean, what you do with your hands and your mouth is just so great. That gets me off, big time. But then, whenever you have your mouth free, you're always saying the most insanely sexy stuff. The double whammy is unstoppable. And then there's the 'visual stimulation.' It's a triple whammy, really. You're such a relentless cock drainer that it's almost cruel. And what about your extra long tongue? That makes you a quadruple threat. Not only that-" 

She cut him off and pointed out, "But look what you did. True, we had lots and lots of breaks, but you kept going for a whole hour without cumming. Trust me, that's really unusual. I'm actually wondering how you manage it." 

Alan explained, "Well, the thing is, when I'm having fun with you like this it's so great that I never want it to end. Literally. I wish we could go on for days and days. When I finally cum, it's like popping a balloon. The party's over. I'll do anything to keep the party going. I really, really, REALLY fight that urge to blow my load." 

Suzanne pointed out, "A lot of guys would like to say the same thing, but when it comes to it, they can't stop or even take a short break to save their life. I think I'm just too much woman for some guys. And then there are the clueless ones. I've known guys that look pretty hunky, but are content to coast on appearance. Let's just say they think five minutes is impressive." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 10



Part 10: Go All the Way 

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Oct. 24) 

Later in the day and back at school, Amy and Katherine waited for school to end. They found a place to hide from the other cheerleaders, since Amy was supposed to have taken Katherine home already. 

They hid for about ten minutes after class, until school had mostly cleared out. 

In the meantime, they talked. Katherine wouldn't let Amy borrow the Mr. Excitement dildo, but told Amy that she had another one at home, and Amy could come by some time and use that one. 

Amy also expressed disappointment that neither Katherine nor Alan shaved her pussy more often. After all, they told her that it needed to be shaved frequently, especially in the first week. 

Katherine promised that both she and Alan would be happy to shave Amy's pussy very frequently that weekend, if the opportunity presented itself. 

Amy was exceptionally happy to hear that.

But Katherine was pissed at having to sit and wait for the school to clear out with Amy. Brother is expecting me! We finally get to have sex, but here I have to wait? Arrgh! Cruel and unusual torture is what it is. Grrr! 

When she finally deemed enough time had passed, she raced home on her bike as fast as she could and left Amy on her bike far behind.

Alan nervously waited for his sister at home, when she arrived about 10 minutes later than expected. 

The two of them had already paved the way for their upcoming fuck session, and even future ones, the night before. They told Susan that a new club had formed, called the S Club, or Service Club. They said it was a club devoted to doing good deeds in the community, kind of like the Key Club, another club already popular at the school. There actually were clubs called the S Club which did just that, which was how Alan got the idea, but there was no established chapter in their high school yet so it made a great cover story. 

The two further explained that tomorrow was the first meeting, and since the club had just started out, they would meet every Monday and Thursday. The membership was very small, because meetings were being held off-campus. Therefore, they needed to borrow the car. That was a necessary lie, because Kim's house was quite a distance away.

So Susan was delighted and readily agreed to loan the car any time they needed it for S Club. She encouraged them to join more such clubs, especially since it would look good on the college applications, which were coming up soon. 

Susan even offered to drive them there, but Alan said that would make them look uncool to the other club members, who all had their own cars. (Surprisingly for such a rich family Alan didn't yet have his own car, but his father's car was essentially his since Ron was never around.)

Alan and Katherine managed to arrange to have sex with each other with their mother's full approval, in a certain sense. The ever-resourceful Alan had managed to procure a box of condoms as well. 

Kim also phoned them and gave the all-clear sign, so everything was ready.

Alan drove. As they got in the car, he said, "Sis, you scared the shit out of me. I thought for sure you chickened out. Those last minutes before you showed up I was practically having a panic attack."

"Are you kidding, Big Tasty Brother? I wouldn't miss this for the world! You're going to make me a woman!" 

They both settled in their car seats in the driveway, and Katherine leaned over to kiss Alan on the mouth.

He let the kiss linger, but when it was done he looked around frantically and said, "You're trying to kill me, you know that? We're still in our own frigging driveway! Mom could see! Just wait a few minutes, please!" He started the car.

"Sorry, Bro. Or should I say, Big Hard Sister-fucking Brother."

"Hey wait a sec." He put his head down on the steering wheel and inwardly groaned. "Sis, when you say things like that I feel so torn. Is what we're thinking of doing here really right? Is it, is it wrong? Even if you say no, isn't it going to end badly? Don't you feel a bad end coming?"

She held his head in her hands and turned it to look at her. "Listen to me, Brother. This isn't wrong. I love you. You love me. That's all that matters. Forget about the mores of the town. I don't care what they think or even know what the law is on this. This feels right. You know it and I know it. We love each other and always have, and this isn't going to end badly because we still will always be in love, no matter what happens. And Mom will love us even if we rob a bank. So let's just forget everything and have fun. I know I'm going to have a hell of a good time, and love every single, unforgettable second."

That made him smile. He kissed her deeply, though quickly. He was glad that he had, for he tasted a pleasing hint of mint on her lips and could smell the musky aroma of her skin. "I don't doubt you will. And you're probably right about everything. It just feels so momentous. It takes my breath away. But I'm so excited too. I'm all trembly. Let's get going before I die of anticipation." He turned the car engine on.

"Tell me about it!" she enthused. "I just get so uncontrollably excited thinking about the fact that we're going to be making love in mere minutes! I'm so turned on! Not only that, but the most interesting thing happened to me at school today."

"Really? what?" Alan asked as he drove the car out into the street. He thought whatever she would have to say could take his mind off of his lingering doubts.

While he drove down the road, Katherine talked dirty and told him the hot and sexy story of what had happened with Heather, Amy, and herself during cheerleader practice. 

Since Susan might see them leave or return, they had to wear relatively normal clothing. Alan wore a T-shirt and long pants. Katherine wore shorts and a sweater. But once she left home she took the sweater off to reveal a tube top that had a slit down the front and that exposed all of her cleavage. 

As they sped through traffic, Alan could look over and see Katherine's magnificent boobs jiggle and shake. He blessed the car's stiff suspension. He grudgingly admitted to himself that her boobs weren't nearly as big as the almost unnaturally massive tits of his mother or Suzanne, but they would still be the subject of masturbatory fantasies for just about any guy at school. 

He thought, Between Amy and Sis, I've got the inside track on at least half of the most jaw-droppingly beautiful and big-breasted girls in the school. And then there are certain other women at home. Definitely a one in a million or even billion situation. Wow. And it was pretty much all caused by this freak medical treatment I've been given. Thank you, Dr. Fredrickson! 

But despite all the women in his life, right now he could think of little else but his sister. 

Within a few blocks of leaving the house, Katherine sat down in the space in front of the passenger's seat so her brother could better see the show she put on. She grasped at her breasts through her top and pulled down her short shorts past her knees so she could frig herself. 

Alan was freaked out that she now wore nothing but a tube top, but as she was crouched down, no one could really see what she did or didn't wear. He had to make a deliberate and constant effort not to peek at her pussy for fear of crashing the car.  

As she continued to tell her arousing story, she reached over and placed her hands on the bulge in Alan's pants. She began to massage it through his clothing as if that was the natural thing to do. 

Alan prayed that they would get to Kim's house soon, before he had an accident. Between her story and her hands, his doubts about incestuous sex completely disappeared from his mind. Lust took over.

She stopped telling her story and said to Alan, "You really need to get new pants, because this one has a defective zipper. Look - it's unzipping all by itself!" She giggled and pulled his zipper down as she said this.

Alan placed his hand over the opened fly to prevent her from going any further. "Sis, you can't! I'm driving, for fuck's sake. How would you like to get us killed right before our big moment?"

She was unfazed, and giggled, "Hey, don't blame me - it's the zipper." She knew Alan had to keep at least one hand on the wheel, so with one more hand than him in the fight, she managed to get his hand out of the way and pull out his erection.

"No, Sister, no!" he cried in a very agitated state. "Please! I beg you!" The car stopped at a stop light, and he pulled at his hair with both hands in frustration and sexual arousal. "We're gonna die. I know it. Die." He said this dramatically and fatalistically. 

They started moving again, and as though to drive the point home, he nearly struck a mailbox on the side of the road and missed it, he was sure, by mere inches. 

"See?!" he griped. 

When they stopped at another stop light he stared at his sister wide-eyed with fear even as she steadied herself from the slight jolt. Luckily no police cars were around to see the near-accident. He was worried the police would think he was driving drunk.

"Chill already," Katherine chided him. "Okay, fine. If you're such a bad driver, your loss. I'll concede this wouldn't be the best time to die. How 'bout this? I promise I won't give you a blowjob while you're driving as I'd planned, and I'll take it easy until we come to stops at the traffic lights. Like this one." 

She frantically jacked him off until the light changed and then just held his throbbing erection in her hands as he drove on while she waited for the next light. 

She resumed her story, but Alan was too focused on her hands and trying to prevent an accident to pay attention to her words anymore. 

Still, her ministrations on his penis didn't really stop, they just slowed down, and it drove him out of his mind with desire. She kept jokingly asking, "Are we there yet?" which didn't make things any easier on him.

CHAPTER 2 

After a fifteen-minute drive, they finally reached Kim's house. 

They were both so worked up that neither of them had the slightest reluctance to fuck each other anymore. 

Alan pulled the car into Kim's driveway and they ran into Kim's house as fast as their feet could carry them. He sported such a massive wet spot around his groin area that it looked almost as though he'd pissed on himself. But he didn't care how funny he looked - he just wanted to get to a bed. 

Katherine practically ran over Kim, who stood in the front doorway to open the door. 

Kim was still dressed in her cheerleader uniform, which showed off her trim and petite figure nicely. 

Katherine briefly French kissed and groped her. She was very grateful for how Kim had handled her blackmail opportunity and helped make this possible. She frantically asked her, "Where's the bedroom?" It was clear that she did not want to waste another moment. If her voice wasn't a clear enough indicator, then her nipples certainly were; they were so erect that even her areola looked puffier than usual. 

Kim just smiled and pointed upstairs. 

Brother and sister ran upstairs in a flash.

They sat on the bed as Katherine urged, "Quick, Bro, get the condoms!" They'd had plenty of foreplay in the car, and were ready to dive right in.

Clothes flew into the air as Alan fumbled around with the condoms. 

Katherine impulsively reached out for Alan's hand. She suddenly appeared calm as she said, "Brother, thank you. I know that this is going to be the greatest, most exciting day of my life. And the best part has just started! In a minute, neither of us will be virgins anymore."

The two held hands for a brief pause. He looked in his sister's brown eyes, saw the passion and excitement there, and said, "I love you, Little Sister!"

She looked back with a high, rosy color in her cheeks, and said, "I love you, too, Big Brother! And I'm so glad we've found a new way of loving each other." 

They kissed with passionate intensity. Katherine's heaving breasts brushed against Alan's chest; her nipples were hardened rocks which poked into him like hot coals.

Katherine finally pulled him away. "That's great, but let's not wait another second!" She lay down on Kim's bed face up, and said, "I'm waiting for your big dick!" To further illustrate her words, she opened her thighs wide and ran an index finger over rigid clit, which was engorged and stood out from its hood proudly.

Alan sat up on the bed, straddled her, and positioned his penis above her fuck hole. Drops of pre-cum fell onto her shaven mound. He looked at her and she wordlessly gave approval for him to go on as she hooked her heels around his waist. He took a big breath and tried to clear his mind. His whole world, now, was his sexy, lust-filled sister. 

She writhed beneath his body in impatient anticipation. She was hot and willing to accept him into her body fully and completely. 

She breathed up at him, panting and panting. She thought, I feel like I've just run a marathon, and we haven't even started to fuck yet! 

He pushed his erection down into her. It slid down ever-so-slowly into her very tight pussy. Every sensation in his body seemed to disappear for a moment, except for a spine-tingling focus on every nerve-ending on his dick. Warmth, wetness, tightness and softness - those were the sensations which filled his mind. 

And, as wonderful as it felt to slowly slide his insistent penis into his sister's depths, even more wonderful was the sense of oneness and love he felt radiating between himself and his sister like an invisible field of energy. 

There were a million things he could say, but all he could manage was a guttural "Ugggghh!"

"Oh, yeeeeesssss!" she yelled in return, a cry of release and pleasure. Although she'd never had a penis inside her before, from the very first instant it was in her, it felt fantastic. She felt the fullness, heat and rigidity of her brother's penis as it moved and throbbed deep within her. His whole body covered her and enveloped her. 

They fiercely clutched their hands together. 

Already she began to feel the onset of mini-climaxes, even though Alan had not yet begun to move inside her body. She was very glad that her hymen had been accidentally broken five or so years ago, so there was no pain or blood, only the sense of being incredibly stretched to fullness. She could feel her brother's hot breath beat down on her neck.

Alan slowly pushed his penis in until he felt it could go no further, sure that he'd hit the impassable entrance to his breathless sister's cervix. He stayed there for just a moment, to enjoy the feeling of being so deep within her. 

Impatient, she subtly wiggled her hips beneath him. She was eager for more. 

So he slowly began to pull it back out. The coolness of the air around the shaft as it emerged was in extreme contrast to the heated depths he'd enjoyed just a second before. Then he pushed in again slowly, as though driven by a deep, primal urge. Then out. In and out. 

He built up a rhythm and reveled in the fact that his sister, too, had begun to move in sync with his gentle thrusts. His sister, athletic cheerleader or not, had always seemed so soft and fragile from his protective, brotherly point of view. He didn't want to hurt her. 

When her upward thrusts became more powerful, worries about her fragility subsided. He began to push his thick meat into her body all the way up to the hilt. 

She wrapped her arms around the back of his, holding on to him as if she were on a wild roller coaster ride. 

Out of the blue, Katherine started screaming, "Yeeeeesssss! My brother is fucking me!" Her plentiful breasts moved madly with the motion of Alan's thrusts and she loved that and everything else so much that she had to let it out. The sound carried into every room of Kim's house, but Kim had assured them earlier that they could yell to their heart's content and the neighbors would never hear, provided they kept the windows closed. 

Kim meanwhile sat in the room next door and fucked her own pussy with a dildo as she got off on their sounds and screams. Even from a room away, she could already start to smell the pungent odor of their sex. It drove her wild with envy and passion. She shoved the dildo as deep inside her as it could go as she imagined what it would feel like to be plowed like Katherine's was getting plowed just one room away. She may have not liked men, but she'd decided she really liked Alan's penis.

"We're fucking! We're fucking!" screamed Alan joyously. He, too, reveled in the freedom to yell to his heart's content, after weeks of furtively and quietly sneaking around in his secret sexual life. He yelled as loud as he could, "I'm fucking my own sister, and I don't care! Wooo yeah!" 

Their thrusts were no longer anything like the soft shoves from a moment before - they were steaming along in an insistent and solid rhythm. 

Alan pistoned his penis into her as deep as it would go. He marveled at the hot-cold-hot-cold sensation of each insertion and extraction of his penis as it pounded into her, seemingly on its own volition.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled in time to his thrusts as her large breasts slapped against his body. "More! More!" 

There was no pretense at drawing anything out. They just wanted to cum as fast as humanly possible. Arms and legs became a blur of activity as they threw their bodies into one another and the powerful scent of sex literally poured out into the room from where they were joined in incestuous abandon. 

Things moved at a feverish pitch until neither brother nor sister could hold back any longer. Both teenagers stiffened as their bodies cried out for release. They reached climax together while yelling a seemingly endless stream of incoherent screams.

Alan felt his jism course through his prick, like a fire hose suddenly filling up with water. Then his semen exploded out of his penis and filled the depths of his sister's vagina. He thought, I'm doing it! I'm doing it! It's happening! He continued pushing his penis deep inside her and, almost instinctually, stopped on the downstroke so that he could completely fill her up with his seed.

Katherine felt the coursing and throbbing of his penis, timed to the beat of his heart. Then she felt the splash of his seed as it filled her pussy, flooding her with tremendous warmth. All of a sudden it occurred to her that she shouldn't be feeling such sensations. The condom! Where's the condom? Too busy kissing - we forgot! Ah, hell. Just sit back and enjoy it. Oh fuck! God! So good! Screw it! Screw ME! 

She calmed down enough to begin making sense with her screaming, and shrieked, "Screw me! Screw me! Screw me!" over and over.




Six Times a Day Pt. 10



Alan collapsed onto Katherine. The two just lay quietly for a minute, as they recuperated and breathed heavily from their exertion. Both of them could feel Alan's semen as it slowly bubbled out of Katherine's cum-filled pussy and around her brother's semi-erect penis. 

He rose just slightly enough off her body so that he could look into her eyes. All he saw there, as she looked back up at him, was love, tenderness and deep appreciation. 

Alan asked, "Did that hurt at all?"

"Not in the slightest," she replied. "It felt like your cock was born to be inside of me. A finger or dildo just doesn't compare with the real thing! Now that I know how good it feels, I want your cock inside of me every minute. Every minute of the day. Brother, do you promise to fuck me every minute of the day, for the rest of our lives? Will you make me your complete fuck tool?"

"I'll try my best," he answered, and laughed gaily. 

Yes! Yes! a joyous voice inside his head continually shouted while she happily squirmed in joy beneath him. He was on the highest of highs. 

He thought out loud, "You know, it's really amazing to finally fuck a woman. But for that woman to be you, my sister, it's just out of control. I can't believe it."

Katherine hugged him firmly, and said, "I know. It's my first time too. We're on the same wavelength. But let's do it again, already!"

"Okay! I should have no problem getting ready to go with you to arouse me. But you know, it's funny, I'm really thirsty all of a sudden."

"I'll get you some water!" they heard Kim yell at them. They hadn't closed their door and she could hear even their whispers.

A minute later she walked in with a glass of water in her hand. She was buck naked now, like them, and pussy juice visibly dripped down her legs. "Don't mind me," she said. "I'll leave you two alone for your special time together, but I just had to say you two are fantastic." 

She handed the water to Alan. "I'm shaking like an earthquake in the next room, just from hearing the sounds of you two. I can't wait to watch, or even get that big thing stuffed inside of me. I wish I had a brother to fuck too, but I'm an only child. Now drink up, big boy, and give us round two." 

They all smiled at each other. "Alan, your fuck toy is waiting for you," Kim added in a husky voice, with a strong emphasis on "fuck toy." She walked back out of the room.

CHAPTER 3

Alan said to Katherine, "I like the sound of that, what Kim just said: fuck toy. Are you my fuck toy?" 

"You know it!" she replied enthusiastically. "I live just to be fucked by you! Now I can tell you something. I've wanted your thing deep inside me even before you started your medical treatment. I've secretly wanted it for years, ever since I saw you naked and aroused in the shower one day. That's why I never went all the way with any guy, and was so prudish. Well, that, and trying to be like Mom. 

She continued, "But I don't think I ever would have acted on it if it weren't for what happened these past few weeks. I figured you were - and still are - such a good-hearted, morally upstanding guy that you'd hate me if I expressed any sexual feelings towards you. And I was chicken. God, I was unhappy sexually and didn't really understand why. I could barely even admit my feelings to myself. But now that's all over, thank God, 'cos I have you." 

Alan was very surprised by all that. He was fairly amazed she would eagerly call herself a fuck toy and the rest was even more amazing. He never had the slightest clue she felt this way. He decided he'd mentally absorb all this information later and just get back to fucking.

Seeing him start to reposition himself, she eagerly began to do the same. "Let's fuck some more!" 

"Okay," Alan said at first, but then he paused. "Hold on, Sis. I have some bad news. Do you realized we forgot to use a condom?" 

"Really? You're right. Oh well. You could be a father." She seemed completely unfazed by this news and appeared far more interested in getting his unsheathed erection back inside of her. She held it and drew it closer to her cum-smeared pussy lips. 

"Wait a sec! Just hold on! Is that all you're going to say, ho hum, you could be a father? We're talking an incestuous pregnancy here!" 

"I know, and it gets me hot! Big Brother, I don't think you understand the whole fuck toy concept here. Fuck toys don't complain, they don't make demands, they just get fucked. My pussy is now yours to use as you please, and so is my womb. The way I figure, if you get me pregnant then we'll be bonded together in a new and powerful way, and you'll just fuck me and love me even more than you already do." 

Alan looked stricken. 

Katherine changed her tune. "Aww, don't be like that. I know you're not ready for kids yet, and I'm even younger than you. That's why I'm on the pill already." 

"You are?!" 

"Yep! Admittedly, not for long just yet, but I'm wearing a diaphragm, too. AND I've got a day-after pill, just in case. We're totally covered." 

"Phew! You scared me there. But don't you think a condom would be good just to be that much safer?" 

"Nope. I took all these precautions 'cos I wanted to feel you bareback the first time and every time. That's how you fuck a fuck toy: bareback. Why should you care if you're knocking her up, all that matters is that she has a cunt and you're going to use it as you like to get your pleasure." 

"Whoa, Sis, that's not how I look at it at all. A guy has to respect the girl's feelings and ask her if-" 

She interrupted as she climbed on top of him, "Hey! I've been fantasizing about being a fuck toy for a long time now. Can't you just humor me and do the touchy-feely sensitive guy thing another day? I guarantee you won't knock me up, but we can pretend otherwise. That's the fun of it!" 

By the time Alan got a chance to reply, "Okay," she had already sat down on his pole and was balls deep. 

He joked, "I guess that's a 'no' to using a condom, then." 

"No" she said as she raised herself up and impaled herself back down. "Ahhh! In fact," - she raised herself up again, - "It's pretty much a rule that fuck toys always get fucked" - she lowered back down - "bareback!" 

Alan thought with amusement, For all this supposed 'fuck toy' talk, in fact she's the same feisty and demanding Katherine as ever. But that's just how I love her to be. Though I got to admit I could get into the sister as fuck toy fantasy myself! Big time. 

After raising herself up and impaling herself back down more times than they could easily count, she shouted, "Fill me up! Let's not leave the little spermies in there all lonely. Give them some new friends!"

Alan commented, "Wow, you are one sexy woman. Dangerously horny, too!"

"Mmm. Big Sexy Sweaty Brother, this time let's take our time." She clenched her pussy muscles tightly and wiggled her bottom. The feeling of fullness while she sat on top of her brother with his penis buried so far up inside of her nearly overwhelmed her, it felt so great. 

Alan was happy with that idea. 

They proceeded much more slowly, like they fucked in slow motion. He gradually pushed his penis deeper and deeper, up to the very hilt, and then pulled back just as slowly until all but the tip of his penis was out of her pussy. Then he did it again. And again. He watched with awe as his sister's tits began to bounce slowly with each upward thrust of his penis. 

"God, I can hardly wait until you cum inside me again!" she sighed with a shudder. "Fill me up with your seed until it overflows and spills everywhere!"

"I would say what you just said really turned me on," he responded, "But there's no way I can be any more turned on than I am already. ... It's funny, 'cos I never really thought about you in that way. You know, before this all started. Boy was I wrong! Jesus. Just think about all the wasted nights with our bedrooms across the hall from each other, and no fucking going on. What a tragic waste! Now, help me make up for lost time." 

She sighed sadly. "Don't remind me! I feel the exact same thing. It's like a physical pain to think about all the opportunities we missed, all the lost time! You're just gonna have to fuck me that much more to make it up to me."

Katherine rose up just the tiniest bit to give him more room to thrust up into her tight, cum-drenched pussy. 

He pounded her relentlessly and ever so slowly increased his pace. 

Then they rolled back over so that he lay on top of her and they kissed and ran their hands everywhere. There wasn't as much screaming now since they were too busy kissing. The two siblings basked in the warmth and glow of their love-making.

Just as the pace reached a frenzied climax, he pulled out altogether. 

She suddenly felt empty inside, like someone had taken a part of her body away from her, and hated the feeling. "What are you doing?!" she yelled incredulously. "Why did you stop? Fuck me more! Harder! Fuck me now!"

From the next room they heard Kim yell, "Yeah, what's the big deal? Give her what I need! I mean, what she needs!"

"Slow down, you two," Alan said, as he tapped the head of his penis on his sister's red and swollen clit. 

That made Katherine arch her back in response, hopeful that she could impale herself on his stiffness. 

"In these few weeks of my limited sexual experience, I learned that delayed gratification is twice as sweet. Let's hold off as long as we can and take our time. Not only that, but I do have the condoms in the car, now that I think about it. Now would be as good a time to get them as any."

"Don't you dare! Make me a mommy!" 

Alan confirmed, "Fuck toy fantasy, right?" 

"Right." 

"Good." 

While she was still relatively calm from resting, she explained, "You gotta understand, Brother. With a fuck toy, there's no breaking up, ever. There's no cheating, no running off with some hunky lifeguard. There's no, 'Sorry, I've got a headache.' Well, not unless I was like violently vomiting or something. Basically, my cunt belongs to you for as long as you want it." 

He began to pound his sister with renewed vigor. He was getting off on her ideas. But he asked, "You mean, you're not going to still date other guys? I assumed you would." 

She giggled, "I know what you're thinking, Bro! You're thinking, 'If she's gonna be exclusive with me, then it's expected that I'm gonna be exclusive with her.' Nope! Fuck toys don't complain about sharing. In fact, I think it's only polite if you give Kim a good pumping before you go." 

"Really?!" 

"Really!" 

They were getting to worked up with their piston-like movements to talk much more about it, but Alan decided he was really warming to the whole fuck toy idea. 

"Last time was good," said Katherine, "but give me all you've got this time!" 

"Hey, I gave you all I had last time," he chuckled. 

"Give me more! Even more! Fuck me! Go deep! Break me in two! Fuuuuuccckkk meeeeeeeeee!" 

Alan gladly obeyed her. He literally bounced his hips up and down on her body, making his shaft slide thoroughly in and out of her. He would rise up and his penis would be completely exposed to the air and then he would pile-drive the pole right back into her upturned pussy as far as he could go. 

They screamed and squirmed and climaxed. Sweat flew everywhere and Alan's cum shot off deep inside. He realized it was a very satisfying feeling to fill up a pussy. He got off on the idea of "marking" his women with facials and pearl necklaces, but he decided there was no more definitive way to claim a woman that shooting off in her vagina. 

As they lay back and rested again, Kim poked her head into the room. "Thumbs up on round two, y'all," she said as she flashed them the thumbs-up sign. 

They all laughed. 

And then Kim said, "That gives me an idea," and stuck her thumb up her pussy. 

Everyone laughed again.

Katherine said, "Good idea," and stuck Alan's thumb up hers.

As Kim walked out of the room, she said, "Do either of you want anything this time?"

Katherine yelled back, "I'll take my brother's wide, thick, meaty cock deep in my pussy, please! And I'm thirsty, too. But don't get me a drink - I know just where to get all the tangy sweet cum I could ever need! At least until they put it on the cafeteria menu." She switched positions and began to suck his penis back to life.

Eventually she had success and kept sucking it with even more enthusiasm. 

But after some minutes, Alan said, "Hey! You know, you can do that anytime at home. Let's fuck some more." 

"But I was to taste you this time." 

"In that case, when I'm ready to shoot, you can suck me off." 

"That's a hard sell, Mister," she giggled. 

He sat up.

She sat up on all fours and poked her ass towards his face. "This time, let's try doggy-style! So many things I've been reading about that I can finally try out for real." 

Alan thrust his hips forwards at the same time Katherine thrust her ass backward. 

He was amazed at the difference between this and fucking a relatively motionless body. He decided right away that doggy-style was great. 

They worked in perfect rhythm. Not only did her pussy muscles clench each time she thrust back at him, but his own posture made it possible to thrust with less exertion, which meant that he would last even longer. 

Then there was the feel of her ass, as it pushed back against his hips. It was so soft, smooth, and warm that he couldn't help but to grab hold of her by both hips and luxuriate in the feeling of her skin even as he watched his penis disappear and reappear. Each time he pulled out of his sister's moist pussy, her inner lips seemed to drag along with his shaft, like they were still joined even when he pulled out. 

Alan decided, Doggy-style is definitely most excellent. I could do this for days! But the best thing of all is that I think I'm reaching a lot deeper this way.

Sure enough, Alan kept his promise to let Katherine swallow his load even though he would have enjoyed filling her with his cum again. When he pulled out after many minutes of doggy-style fucking, she was right there to drink it up his soaring ropes.  

When they were done, he pointed out, "You know, I'm fairly amazed that you didn't mind that my penis was covered with your own pussy juices." 

"Brother you're so cute but so dumb. I'm your fuck toy now. I'll try anything, just so long as it doesn't involve another guy or guys. That's where I draw my limit." 

"As if I'd ever want to share you. Ha! I can tell you now that ain't ever gonna happen." 



CHAPTER 4 

After their third time, they were both so tired that they instantly fell asleep. 

Half an hour later, Kim had to come in and wake them up.

"Sleepyheads," she said and she shook them, "you're missing out on your very limited fuck time. You only have another half-hour before you need to take a shower and get cleaned up. S Club meetings can only last so long, even fake ones, and my mom will be getting home soon."

"Oh, Mom!" they both said in whining voices at the same time, because it was the kind of thing they would have joke around with at home. 

Alan decided to run with the idea and pleaded, "Can't we fuck just a little bit longer, Mom? Pleeeeeasse?"

Kim stood naked above them, playing the role of a stern and tut-tutting mother. She folded her arms under her medium-sized tits and glared disapprovingly. "I'm sorry. I don't go for all this sibling fucking stuff. You two need to get back to your Service Club meeting." The sight was almost comical because her pussy dripped with her own juices as a visual betrayal of just how aroused she was.

Katherine joked, "But Service Club is all about service. Alan hasn't serviced me nearly enough yet!" She rubbed Alan's now-flaccid penis suggestively and imagined that her true mother, Susan, was the one standing in front of her. Such a racy and erotic thought did wonders for her own libido. She very much wanted her mother to watch. She had visions of Susan crying, "It's so improper!" even as she looked down on her children and frigged herself frantically as they fucked before her eyes.

"I'm sorry, kids," said Kim, "you two are only allowed to fuck each other six times a day. Those are the rules!" 

Both Katherine and Alan laughed a bit nervously, because neither had yet told Kim of Alan's medical diagnosis of needing to orgasm six times a day. Apparently Kim had picked the number out at random.

Katherine turned towards Alan lying beside her and said, "Wouldn't it be delicious if Kim really was our mother instead, standing there like that?" 

They both grinned widely. 

Katherine reached behind herself and found his penis. "What do you think Mom would think about this?" she said as she guided it into her pussy, even while Kim watched her do this with intense interest and longing. 

Katherine then said to Kim as a way of explanation, "We haven't really talked about it with each other much, but I think it's safe to say that both Alan and I have fantasies about fucking our very fuckable mother, Susan." 

That statement came as quite a surprise to Alan - he had no idea Katherine felt that way towards Susan. But now that he thought about it he realized he shouldn't have been too surprised. For one, Katherine was starting to get into other women, and for two, Susan was such perfect centerfold material that any female with any bisexual or lesbian tendencies whatsoever would lust after her. He didn't let the surprise distract him for too long, however, and continued to slowly push his meat into her from behind.

"Now there's a fantasy I can get into," said Kim as she absent-mindedly grabbed one of her own nipples and gently twisted it. "I've seen her at some school functions. I don't think anyone failed to notice her. How can you, she's like a giantess. She's like six feet tall, and not even skinny. And she's is so stacked! With the way she looks, it seems bizarre that she's just a housewife. I'm surprised she hasn't been kidnapped by a rich Arab sheik or something, to add to his collection."

Alan naughtily suggested as he ran a hand over his sister's left breast, "Well, if the Arab sheik isn't going to do it, maybe we should kidnap her, and make her OUR sex slave." Thinking about his mother made him think about tits, so he played with Katherine's.

Katherine added with a devilish smile, "Imagine her all tied up and yelling, 'Help me! Help me get fucked by your big cock, Son!'" She bucked up against his thrusting hips and added, "Just like you're doing to me now, Big ICBM Brother." 

"ICBM?" 

"Intercontinental Ballistic Missile." She giggled as she suggested, "Or maybe Inter-cunt-inental Ball-slapping Muffin-stuffer. I'm not sure."

Alan laughed. "But you know, about Mom, it's like you read my mind." He thrust himself into his sister's pussy forcefully some more. "How did you know I've been having fantasies about her?"

"Bro, sometimes you're so thick, and I'm not talking about your dick for once. If you weren't having fantasies about her until recently, then that made you the only one in town. It's like we've got Jayne Mansfield for our mom." She wanted to talk about what she knew regarding Susan's "help" with Alan's daily target, but she decided to wait until she knew Kim better before mentioning that in front of her. 

"I guess I am a bit slow at times, Sis," he huffed and puffed. "Hey, why'd you pick Jayne Mansfield of all people?"

"I was trying to think of a famous actress with really, really big tits." She reached her hand up to her own tits. Diving between Alan's mauling hands, she tweaked her own nipples. A shiver went down her spine, which caused her body to shudder some and made her pussy throb even as Alan continued to plow her slowly and deeply.

"Oh. Good point. Anyways, of course I'd never do anything with her, since she's too nice, but imagine her coming to pick us up one day, and finding the three of us in a three-way. And then instead of getting mad, she rips off her clothes and joins in! I could imagine that actually happening!" 




Six Times a Day Pt. 10



Then he remembered Kim there and felt obliged to belatedly add, "Of course these are just fantasies - I would never really think these thoughts of actually doing anything..."

Kim interrupted, "You two are getting me so hot again! How about we trade moms? Mine's a dear, but she's really let her body go to pot. Anyways, do you mind if I watch this time? I mean, since I kinda of am already."

"Sweet Little Sis, you mind?" said Alan, "It's fine with me."

"No prob, Big Hunky Brother. Pull up a chair, Kim, and imagine him pounding into to you on Monday."

Kim smiled broadly. "I think you just might convert me from lesbianism. But then Katherine is bound to convert me back all over again."

All three fucked and fingered each other and themselves for what seemed like an endless amount of time. 

Alan worked on his fourth ejaculation. It seemed like he could stay hard forever as he lazily fucked his sister on the bed. The powerful scent of sex in the air grew even thicker with each passing moment.

Kim sat in her chair and worked on her own orgasms. Or at least she tried to sit in her chair. Sometimes she would get so excited that she'd stand up and be practically over them next to the bed while she furiously masturbated herself. 

Alan was half-convinced that she would end up in bed with them, and didn't exactly mind the prospect. 

However, she restrained herself. She knew that Alan was too nice to turn her away if she wanted to join them, but also that this needed to mainly be Alan and Katherine's special time with each other. 

She grew more vocal as the afternoon went on and acted more and more like the cheerleader she was.

"Come on, Alan! Fuck your sister's pussy!" Kim cried while she frigged herself. "Show her how good you are, what a good brother you are. Slip it in and fuck her hard! Fuck her deep! Take your big bone and ram it into her. Plant your cock in her pussy!" 

"That's what I'm doing already!" Alan cried out in amused frustration. He and his sister had moved back into the doggy-style position so that he could hammer into her more aggressively.

"Well keep doing it!" Kim yelled back. "Give her the fucking of her life! Fuck her tight, steamy pussy with your monster boner! Stick that bone! You're her brother - fuck her like you mean it!" 

Kim liked to point out every few sentences how the two of them were brother and sister, as if they didn't know that fact already. But that encouragement helped keep everyone steamy hot. 

At one point, Alan's energy flagged, and he had to take a breather. 

Kim though, was ready to help. "Hey, I am a cheerleader after all. I think you two could use some inspiration." She disappeared for a minute and then came back with her pom-poms. Still naked, she started jumping around, shaking the pom-poms. She made up an improvised cheer: 

"Fuck her hard

Fuck her deep

Make her cum

And make her weep!" 

Alan and Katherine burst into laughter. Katherine in particular got the "sillies" - she just couldn't stop laughing. Kim's presence was most definitely appreciated.

The whole time Kim had been in the next room, she imagined that it was her instead of Katherine getting fucked. She continued to think along these lines: Katherine is so fucking lucky! Imagine having Alan as a brother! And then Susan as a mother! Fuck! Insane! I never knew I could get off on incest until these two came along. Hell, I never seriously even though about sex with a man. Now I'm soooo jealous. Fuuuuuccckkk! Oh God! Fuck each other! Ah! Yeah! Fuck me!

Katherine began to have little orgasms until finally it all merged into one massive orgasm for her. Just as she began to wildly buck under Alan, he shot his hot seed deep into her vagina. 

Kim, too, came with them and staggered back into her chair.

Eventually they all shook out of their reverie. 

Kim looked around and her eyes fell onto the clock. "It's been more than thirty minutes!" she yelled in sudden agitation. "We're running late. And how am I going to get these sheets cleaned up in time? I wasn't expecting a lake of cum. Shit! I guess I'll have to start the washing machine right now."

"Should we shower together?" Katherine asked her brother in a sexy voice. They dripped with sweat and cum.

He replied, "That would be another amazing first, but I'm totally spent. I don't think I'd be any fun. I have no idea how I'm going to get it up for nurse Akami tomorrow."

"What's that all about?" asked Kim, very curiously.

Alan realized he shouldn't have said that, and vaguely answered, "That's a secret we'll probably tell you later. We'll have to decide that. It's the story about how this sexual stuff all began. In any case, we don't have any time for stories now. Sister, why don't you and Kim take a shower together? You women can keep going long after us guys are all worn out."

"I don't know about that," said Katherine. She got up, but she obviously had trouble just standing, and leaned against the wall. "You fucked me so hard, I don't know if I can walk. Kim, you'll just have to help me tend my wounds in the shower."

"With pleasure!" She threw her pom-poms over her shoulder, glad to forget them when faced with such a tasty proposition. She wondered what it would be like to suck Alan's cum out of Katherine's pussy, if there was enough left. 

The showers were quick, since Alan and Katherine were exhausted, sore, and in a hurry. 

Kim did help "tend Katherine's wounds" though, and it did turn out there was some cum left to suck out. She was happy to do it. 

Everyone got dressed. 

Alan and Katherine both kissed Kim good-bye one after another just inside the front door for many minutes. The three of them eventually moved into a group hug and grope. 

Private parts began to get uncovered again as the kissing and fondling intensified. But Kim finally said, "My mom is going to be here any minute. Let's save something for next time." 

The two Plummer siblings finally and reluctantly disengaged after they profusely thanked Kim for the use of her house and her great hospitality. 

Alan literally had to hold Katherine up as she walked to the car, she was so wobbly and her pussy was so sore from her first fucking. 

As Alan took the wheel of the car, he looked at Katherine, and said very seriously, "Any regrets?" 

"No. None. That was a dream come true. Fuck social convention. Together you and I can overcome everything. What about you?" 

"I feel the same. No regrets. I feel like I should be feeling way guilty, but how could anything that feels that good be bad? That was awesome. Thank you, Sis. Thanks for encouraging this. ... We're a team. We'll stick together and deal with whatever may come." 

They held hands and connected deeply as they stared into each other's eyes. It was the most romantic moment either of them had experienced.

Katherine thought, My fuck toy fantasy is a total rush, but this is even better! What I wouldn't give to be his wife and share moments like this forever and ever. It almost makes me sad that the one thing I most want I'll never get. But this is no day for sadness. 

And so the most mind-blowing sexual experience of both Katherine and Alan so far in their short lives came to an end. Little did they realize that it was just the beginning of many, even greater pleasures.

CHAPTER 5

By the time the two of them got home, it was already past six. 

Dinner would be ready in less than an hour, but Alan went back to his room and immediately fell fast asleep. He never thought a person could feel so utterly exhausted. 

Katherine did the same. She tried to walk around as little as possible, and when she did it looked like she'd just ridden a horse all day, which wasn't too far off, metaphorically speaking.

They tried to rouse themselves for dinner. They were forced to make up stories about their fake club's first meeting to answer their parents' questions. 

Alan was careful to continue acting tortured by his stimulation obligations in front of his mother. It was easy to do, since he was in a sort of agony already from sexual exhaustion. He didn't realize that Suzanne had recently told Susan that he wasn't having such trouble getting around lately, but it didn't really matter. Anything that reminded Susan of his erections served his purpose. 

After dinner, Susan asked Alan to wash the dishes with her so she could have a moment alone with him. 

Ron watched TV in the living room, totally oblivious.

Alan couldn't help but notice that she was wearing only a towel. It had occurred to him that in recent days she seemed to frequently come and go from taking a shower. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what this was about: that allowed her to wear nothing more than a towel to titillate him, but at the same time her husband wouldn't think anything was amiss in the extremely rare chance that he could be torn from the TV. 

She could even partially drop or readjust the towel, but so far she hadn't done that. She was still afraid to take things back to how they were before Ron arrived.

Susan asked Alan in deliberately vague terms, "Tiger, how are things going with your problem?"

Alan put on another extremely pained expression, and said, "I'm hanging in there, but it's hard. So hard." He deliberately used the word "hard" instead of something like "difficult" and really emphasized it so his mother would visually imagine his engorged penis. 

Her eyes opened wide, and he knew the little trick worked. It helped that she didn't have to expend much mental effort to imagine his hardness: his penis strained the fabric of his shorts like it fought to get out.

"Hang in there," she said reassuringly. "It's just another week." That was a vague reference to when Ron would finally fly back to Asia. Her voice sounded bland, but her eyes were glued to his crotch. She thought, Oh my. Just look at that thing! If he adjusts his shorts maybe it'll poke right out the bottom. Do it, Tiger! Let me see all of you!

"I know, Mom, I know. Seven days. I can't last that long!" 

Susan patted his head reassuringly and said mildly, "Don't worry, it'll be all right." 

But her thoughts weren't mild at all. It would be even better if I let this towel drop. Then Alan would see me in the buff and his thing would burst right through his shorts! I'd be forced to suck it off before Ron saw how obscenely his woody stood out. Isn't that the kind of help I'm supposed to give?

Alan said with genuinely, "Thanks, Mom. Your support gives me strength."

"Son, you can do it. Be strong." Maybe if I let this towel fall, that could help you. Or you could really be a man, and grab it off. You know you want to! Don't be so shy. Be strong! 

Her hand drifted to where the towel was tucked in, over her huge rack. She thought, If only Ron wasn't home, I'd drop it for sure...

"Mom, you're the best. I love you."

"I love you, too," she answered, with a benign smile. But her inner voice practically screamed now, and it was all she could do not to gawk at his crotch ever more blatantly. Her hand nervously grabbed the towel and she felt a nearly overwhelming desire to pull it open. If you love me so much, Tiger, rip this towel off! Take it off and ravage me! I don't care if my husband IS in the other room! Show your love and take me! Do me right here!

Suddenly Susan turned around and rushed out of the room. She fell onto her bed in her own room and quietly sobbed. Her mind was filled with visions of burning in hell. She cursed herself for her lack of control.

Alan was oblivious to his mother's inner torment, because on the outside she'd acted the same as she always did, except for a slightly trembling lip and a hand which clutched the towel far too tightly. He hadn't been looking her in the eye (as he was too fixated on her towel) so he didn't notice her gawking. He felt a twinge of guilt at lying to her just after having sex with his sister, but not nearly as guilty as he would have expected himself to feel. 

As he headed towards the living room to watch TV with his father, he thought, How could my mom really criticize me or blame me for doing anything with Sis, when she's sucked my cock so enthusiastically? Why should I feel guilt? 

Susan and Ron went out with Suzanne and her husband Eric to some social function not long afterwards. 

Alan and Katherine were left alone, but both were happy just to vegetate, especially since they had their own rule only to fuck at Kim's house so they wouldn't be caught, at least for the time being. They were both so emotionally and physically wiped out that neither had any hope of getting any homework done that evening, even though Alan had a big test the next day.

CHAPTER 6

The two siblings were nowhere near ready for more sexual play when Amy came over about an hour later. 

"Hey Alan, hey Katherine," Amy said to them as they lay flopped in the living room and watched TV. "It's just the three of us at home, right?"

"Right," said Alan. He thought, Uh-oh. Here comes something else.

"Goody. I'm still hoping you'll give me that homework help, but I'm also really worried about my pussy. Isn't it overdue for another shaving? Can you guys please help me out? Pleeeasse?!"

Alan turned around and finally took a look at Amy. He was incredibly turned on by what she wore. Once she'd walked in and found out the Plummer parents were gone, she took off her T-shirt and unbuttoned her blue jean cut off shorts. All she had under the shirt was an oversized top that was dark blue on one side and white on the other.

Alan realized that Amy had started to learn how to show herself off. Her top was sexy enough the last time she'd worn it, but now she'd arranged it so both nipples sometimes partly popped out. He wondered if she'd stretched the material or something so the top could hang off of her even more loosely. 

Her shorts were slung so low that Alan was amazed that they somehow managed to hang on to her wide hips at all. With her shorts unbuttoned, nearly all of her pussy hair would have been exposed to prying eyes if she still had any hair down there.

But Alan was completely worn out. He thought, Why does Amy have to dress like this just after I've been fucked nearly to death? It's such a shame to not fully appreciate her sexiness. 

"Oh God, can you handle this, Sis? I don't think I can even get up out of this couch, much less get up other ways." Yet even as Alan said this, he felt twitches of life in his penis, thanks to Amy's slutty clothing.

His sister replied, "Talk about being unable to walk - look at me! And do you remember what happened to me in cheerleading practice, on top of that? I'm even more wiped out than you are!"

"Yeah, wasn't cheerleading practice fun?" said an energetic Amy enthusiastically. "You want to work some more on the leakage problem?"

"Ugggghh!" both siblings sighed. 

Amy looked puzzled.

"I'll take it," said Alan finally. "I won't enjoy it, much, but I gotta build up my stamina. It's all part of building up my energy, I guess."

But he continued to lie there, as if he waited for his body's energy to charge some more first. He commented lightheartedly, "Boy, Amy, looks like you're really having some trouble keeping your clothes on these days."

"Oh goody!" she squealed. "You noticed! I love dressing up all sexily like this. It's almost as much fun as being naked. Aren't clothes just the biggest bother?"

That roused Alan a bit. Partly to stall having to move, he asked Amy, "You're really fine with nakedness, aren't you?"

"Gosh yeah! Totally! What's the point of clothes, anyways? Don't you think they're kind of silly? Like guys wearing ties. That's just silly! Okay, if it's cold, clothes are good, I guess. But on a nice warm day, why get all covered up? I would have walked over from next door without any clothes at all except for everyone getting so upset when I do something like that. Mom and Dad never let me be naked, like, EVER! And you should see Brad's face when he finds me watching TV without any clothes sometimes."

"I'll bet," Alan commented. He could well imagine Brad's consternation.

Amy continued, "Wouldn't it be great if everyone was naked all day long? Except for the really ugly people." She giggled. "But imagine if everyone was beautiful, and we were all naked, and it was sunny and green and we all lived in nature. Wouldn't that be, like, the super bestest of all? Kind of like Adam and Eve."

Katherine pointed out, with a bit of a leading question, "But if everyone is naked and good looking, then don't you think all the people would get lusty and start having sex all the time?"

Amy grabbed one of her tits and clutched it idly as she thought. She appeared to contemplate taking her top off. But then she answered, "Yeah, but would that be a problem? I mean, isn't that how it was in the Bible? Weren't Adam and Eve, like, doing it to each other all over Eden? And when they had kids, weren't they doing it with their parents and each other? Sisters rutting with brothers and sons doing it with their mothers? Otherwise, who populated the Earth? And I thought that was the utopia we all want to go back to."

Alan had visions first of himself fucking his sister. They were incredibly vivid images from just a short time before. He momentarily wondered if Amy knew more than she let on about what they did, by talking about sibling sex for the first time ever. Then he had images of Amy running around a perfect garden, bent over some big rock and taken from behind by man after man. Everywhere she would wander in the garden, men would grab her and fuck the living shit out of her, but she would just smile blissfully and say, "Wow!" 

That roused him enough to motivate him to stand up. He went with Amy to the bathroom. He felt glad to know at least that Amy wouldn't hate him and Katherine if she found out what they were doing to each other. 

"Did I come at a bad time?" Amy asked, as she closed the bathroom door behind the both of them and shed her clothes with a boundless enthusiasm. "Both of you seem all poopy." 

"Kind of," said Alan, "but that's okay. We're happy to help you out, anytime."

Amy sat on the edge of the bathtub and faced away from it, as she did before. 

Alan was so exhausted he didn't even bother to take his clothes off.

"No, you seem really tired," said a visibly worried Amy. "Are you sure you want to do this? We can do it tomorrow instead."

"No, well actually..." A naughty thought went across Alan's bleary brain. "The truth is, I have a problem. Can you keep another secret? A super secret?"

"Of course," said Amy, happy to be gaining his trust. "Haven't I been good with secrets?"

"Yes, I guess you have. Anyway, the problem is with my penis. You see, my penis is all tired out. And when my penis is tired, that means I'm tired, too."

"Oh gosh! That sounds horrible!" Amy gushed. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Well, actually there is. If you could get my penis excited again, then I could get a new rush of energy and would have no trouble shaving your pussy."

"Oh goody! I'd love to help! And it would only be fair, since you've been helping me so much. But... everybody tells me that penises are bad. Especially penises and pussies put together. Like what almost happened with me and Jack Johnson last year. Aren't those thingies bad? My parents told me never to touch one."

"No, don't be silly! A penis isn't bad. Weren't we telling you the other day about all the wonderful things a penis can do, like how it can cure the hiccups and all that? It's just that certain men are bad, and they do bad things with their penises. So your parents gave you a blanket warning to make sure you'd be safe. It's like when your parents told you not to talk to strangers when you were a kid. It's not like all strangers are bad, but your parents didn't know if you could tell the good ones from the bad ones."




Six Times a Day Pt. 10



"Oh, I get it. Well, I trust you completely. If you say so, then I'm sure it's fine. So what do you want me to do?"

"Do you mind if I take it out?" asked Alan, ready with his hands on the band of his shorts.

"No, of course not. I wanna see it!"

Alan wearily took his shorts and underwear off and lay down on the floor. The weather was still always hot and everyone wore nothing but shorts, it seemed. His flaccid penis hung lifelessly between his legs for Amy to see. Even Amy's naked body and all their talking weren't enough to revive it.

"Oh no!" said Amy. "It looks sad. Not at all like the ones I've seen in the movies and stuff."

"Yes, very sad," Alan agreed. "If you could rub it with your fingers maybe you could invigorate it and make it happy again. Then it would stick out proudly like a flag pole."

"I don't know... Are you sure this is okay? I've never really touched a guy's thingy before, except when I was trying to push Jack away."

"Amy, let me tell you another secret. Do you remember a while back when you walked in on us watching TV, and you saw your mother sitting with her pussy wide open and pointed so I could see it?"

"Sure. That's when you first let me in on a secret."

"Well, the reason she was showing me her pussy was because she also knows about how my penis, my thingy, is usually sad. She was trying to excite me to help it get back to life. She touches and rubs it a lot to help, and even Katherine and Susan do sometimes."

"Oh really? You've been getting them to help you and you never asked for my help? I'm hurt." Amy pouted. "I'm happy to help in any way. What do I have to do?"

"Like I said, if you could start rubbing it."

Amy took his penis into her hands. It already began to show the first signs of a revival, even before she touched it.

"Gosh, it feels weird. Kind of like a limp vegetable or something."

"Yeah, it's kind of like that now. Just gently rub it with your hands some and you'll see it grows and gets better." 

Amy began rubbing it. 

"That's good," said Alan. He noticed Amy seemed to have a natural knack for rubbing penises, because from the very start her touch felt great. But to help her improve, he gave her advice on the best spots to rub and told her to focus on the sensitive spot just under the head.

It quickly grew to full size in her hands. She asked, "Is that as big as it gets?"

"Yes, pretty much."

"Gosh, it's so big! Bigger than the ones I've seen in pictures and stuff."

"It gets to be almost eight inches, which they say is pretty good, but it won't stay that way for long today. It's soooo tired. I think we need something else. You know, boys have some favorite body parts. They love pussies, butts and boobies."

"I know that, silly! Guys are always trying to touch my butt and my boobies, but my friends and parents say I'm not allowed to touch them back!"

"Well, generally that's a very good rule. But with me it's different, like I explained before. Maybe if I played with your boobies, it would help my penis grow a little bit more." 

She thrust her chest out. "M'kay! Should I lean in towards you, then?" 

"Yeah. That's a good idea." Alan reached out and began to fondle her lovely boobs. They weren't gigantic like his mother's or her mother's, but were still damn big, and perfectly shaped for their size. They rode high on her chest and stuck out proudly, even when she wasn't deliberately thrusting forward. 

"Oh, look!" said Amy excitedly. "I think your thingy is growing even more! It's swelling in my hand. I'm so glad I could help. And it feels good to help, too. Especially when you touch my nipples like that."

Alan was already fully erect, but he didn't want to diminish her enthusiasm. Certainly he grew hornier with each passing minute, more because of the way that Amy had shown herself to be submissive to his every desire than the actual physical contact between them.

"Mmmm. Yeah," she cooed as Alan put more vigor into exploring her chest. "Feels so good. You can touch my boobies any time you want. You don't even have to ask - just grab 'em. Don't worry if I'm wearing any clothes - just take 'em off if you want to."

Alan thought about that. Man, life is good! Amy's boobs are so big and soft, too! What luck to have a next door neighbor like her. How is it everything's falling my way all of a sudden? I wonder if Aunt Suzy put her up to this? Nah, Suzanne is really protective of her. 

As she returned her attention to his penis, she asked, "Now what? Do I keep rubbing?"

"Yes, you should keep rubbing or else it may go down again." In actual fact, Alan realized that his dishonest story had come true. His body's energy WAS reviving. Maybe I shouldn't doubt the doctor's diagnosis after all, he thought. 

As she continued to rub, he began to feel that he had the energy to give Amy a good, solid fuck. He figured, If I asked her to fuck, she'd probably just say, "M'kay!" Only hours ago I was a virgin, and now I could fuck a second girl on the very same day as my sister! How amazing is that? 

But it seems the conditions aren't right. For one thing, no doubt I'd catch hell from both Susan and Suzanne. Plus, I don't think my penis could handle anything more today. At the very least, I wouldn't enjoy it as much as I should. If I do it with Amy, I should make it a special experience for the both of us, just like it was with Katherine. 

He was drawing dangerously close to a climax. "That's good, Amy, you can stop now." He pulled his hands away from her chest.

"Are you sure?" she asked, still rubbing. "I really don't mind rubbing at all, and I think what you've been doing with your hands is great."

"No, really, take your hands off NOW, please!"

"M'kay," and she did so, feeling slightly hurt. "Geez."

Alan explained, "Sorry for getting anxious there. It's just that, well, we really have to hurry things up so we can shave your pussy before everyone gets back home."

"That's okay; I'm kind of new at this. I'm sure I screw things up. But that was fun! If you want to rub my boobies, or have me rub your thingy anytime, just let me know!"

"I'll do that." He thought, Jesus, she's like a completely pliable sex object! She'll do anything I say and not even wonder why. Talk about a real fuck toy! That's such a turn on! 

He said, "All right, let's hurry up with your shaving. Today we have to hurry. Some other day we can do a more thorough job. Spread your legs really wide." 

He stood up and got out the shaving cream and razor. His penis continued to happily stand at attention.

"Your thingy looks funny bouncing around while you walk," Amy giggled.

Alan was too tired to think of a response. "Hold still, and close your eyes," was all he could say. He covered her pussy and began to shave it. Then he remembered the whole "checking for bumps" story. He felt obligated to follow through with that.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to starting checking for bumps again."

"Mind? I just loooooove it when you check for bumps," mumbled Amy out of the corners of her mouth in an attempt not to even move her lips. 

Alan could barely understand her words; she took his command not to move very literally. He thrust his fingers in an out of her pussy. He gave her a vigorous finger-fuck and didn't even make a pretense to "check for bumps" on the interior walls of her vagina.

Then Alan finished shaving her as fast as any professional barber would have, especially since it wasn't a big job like the first time was when she had a full bush. "Amy, you can open your eyes now and you don't have to worry about sitting still anymore." 

The shaving duty over, he continued to "check for bumps" for many more long minutes. Meanwhile, they talked.

"Gosh, I just totally love it when you check for bumps," she said again. "It reminds me a lot of something that happened to me earlier today."

"You mean with you and Heather at cheerleader practice?"

"You know about that?" said a very surprised Amy. "I thought that was supposed to be a special secret."

"It is, but anything that Katherine knows I'm likely to know, and vice versa. Like I'll tell her later how you helped me out just now. And her secrets are always safe with me, so no worries."

"Oh. M'kay."

"Actually, Amy, checking for bumps is a lot like masturbating. Sorry to hear about your leaking fluids problem, but Katherine and I will be glad to help you figure that out later, on some other day."

"Really? Wow! You two are the best. Always helping me out!"

"That's what friends are for." A thought occurred to Alan: in his book reading he'd done recently to become a better lover, he'd learned about a woman's G-spot and how to find it. He decided to put the knowledge to use. So he said, "You know, Amy, there's one area in particular where a lot of bumps accumulate. Let me check there." 

He searched the inner wall above her slit, and found a rougher area easily enough. He focused his attentions there.

After a few seconds, Amy said, "Oh no, I think I have to go pee! But I don't want you to stop."

"Just fight that feeling. I think it'll pass. It's just that I think I've found one of these elusive bumps." He kept rubbing, and from the changing look on Amy's face, knew he was onto something. Her G-spot slowly expanded, until there was no doubt it was quite a big "bump."

"You feel that Amy? What my fingers are going over? That's one of these bumps I've been warning you about. Now you can see why shaving is so dangerous and why we have to help you so much."

"Are you saying these are supposed to be bad? But it feels so good when you touch them! Please don't stop! I love my bumps!" She trembled and shook from another orgasm.

Alan waited until she came down from her erotic high. Then he said, "We can talk more about these bumps later. Now that we've found one, we'll have to redouble our efforts to find the others. But we really should stop here. I'm getting tired again." He pulled his fingers out of her pussy.

She was very disappointed by that. "Oh no! Here, play with my boobies some more, and let me hold your thingy."

"I appreciate the thought, but I really have got to get going. Remember that this is all another super secret. And don't let anyone else touch you like how Katherine and I have been touching you, unless one of us says so, like what happened with Katherine and you and Heather. You can't trust anyone else, and you don't want to have what almost happened with Jack Johnson happen again."

"Dear me, no. You two are the bestest pals! You guys would never take advantage of me. I don't trust anybody else. You're like, super trusty."

Alan pulled up his pants and watched Amy put her clothes back on. "Why don't you go find Katherine and tell her everything we've just done. She'd like to know how it's going with the shaving of your pussy, and like I said, we don't keep secrets between us. I'm so tired I think I'm just gonna go lie in my room."

CHAPTER 7

Alan lay down on his bed and began to drift off to sleep, even though he knew it was still before nine o'clock.

He woke up when he heard his sister enter his room. "Someone has been a very naughty boy," he heard her say to him. He opened his eyes and saw her dressed in all her clothes, ready in case the parents returned.

"Headline: pot calls kettle black," Alan tried to joke. He asked of Amy, "Is she gone?"

"Of course." She grabbed a pillow and lay down on the floor near his bed.

"You know," he went on, "between you and me, her supposed protectors, we're doing a pretty lousy job of protecting her. In fact, it seems like we're slowly turning her into a sex addict."

Katherine didn't seem perturbed about it. "Ah well, what can you do." 

"Very funny," said Alan. "You know I feel pretty bad for playing with her like a toy, but I feel even more turned on, for doing it again. She's just so damn fuckable! Talk about a fuck toy! She's so ready and willing. You know, I think that if I told her that my penis was a paintbrush and I had to use it to draw a painting on the back of her vagina, I half expect she'd believe it!" 

They both laughed.

"Yeah, I agree," nodded Katherine. "But keep in mind, buster, who your number one fuck toy is! No need to go all the way to Amy next door when my bedroom is only ten feet away."

"Don't worry, she can't compete with you 'cos you're my sister and my best friend and I love you. But admit it: you want her, too. You're gonna turn into a total lesbian if you don't watch out!" he playfully chided.

"Bah! When I could have your cock instead? No thanks, Big Penis-pistol Brother. A pussy is just something to bide my time with, since you seem to be so busy with so many women. I gotta admit, I'm jealous of Suzanne and Susan, not to mention your appointment with Akami tomorrow. I'll bet the clothes will be flying off pretty fast there!"

"I bet you're right about that. And I'm totally into you, Katherine. We're brother and sister and that'll never change, and I hope us being physical and fucking our brains out will never change, too. But you have to admit our two favorite moms are pretty incredible. I mean, now that you're doing it with girls, wouldn't you do either of them, or both, in a heartbeat? You have to figure I would as well."

"Yeah, okay, they're pretty fuckable. They're like porn stars or centerfolds. But that's the problem. I figure I can't compete with that. Their pretty faces, wide hips, long, muscular legs... And of course, each of their boobs could be an entire Macy's parade float for crying out loud. How can I compete?"

"Don't worry; your boobs are plenty big enough to keep me happy. And you're still growing, not to mention what good shape you're in too. You're already bigger in the chest than Mom was when she was your age, she tells us. If you keep that up, you're going to need a forklift in front of you holding them up whenever you walk around!"

"You say the nicest things, Big Horse-hung Brother! Do you really think my boobs are nice? They feel kind of inadequate to me." She sat up and took her shirt off so he could have a good look at them.

"Are you crazy, Sis? They're amazing. You sound like a multimillionaire who complains about being poor 'cos he's not a billionaire. Virtually any girl your age would kill for boobs like yours. And they make me very happy, so please don't keep putting yourself down. You're completely gorgeous. You have such a perfect body! I mean, geez, forget about your great tits for a second. What about your ass? Or your legs? Your legs really do go on forever. I must have been blind not to want to fuck you years ago." 

Alan wasn't just saying that to make her feel better either - he honestly couldn't understand how she could have a complex about her boob size or worry about her looks in general. He added, "But could you please put your shirt back on? We're supposed to be on our best behavior at home, right?"

"I'm just taking it off for a second so I can get your opinion of them. And if you put it that way, I guess I can stand to share you just a little. Like the tortoise and the hare, huh? But what about Amy? She makes me jealous, too. She's young, big-boobed, and growing. Her tits are bigger than mine, you know. And speaking of asses, she has a particularly fine ass, I'm sure you'll agree. It's big, but not at all flabby."

"Jealous? You mean when your fingers aren't deep inside her? Anyways, you and I can have fun with Amy physically, and she's really nice and a good friend, but she'll never have the emotional place in my heart you do. And boobs and asses and their sizes aren't everything, either. You know you're way more toned and fit than she is, for one thing. Also, I need a girlfriend for school, if only for social convention. What are people going to say: 'There goes Alan, the guy who never dated a girl in high school, and never dated a girl in his life?' But I only want to have a girlfriend who understands about you and me, and is willing to participate in it, even. I'm beginning to think Amy would fit the bill."

"I could live with that, on the outside," said Katherine. "As long as you treat me like your girlfriend at home. And we all know what your number one boyfriend responsibility is." She reached out to grab his penis. 

He intercepted her hand and kept her at bay. He just didn't have the energy, plus there was the danger factor. 

"Okay, fine. I'm tired too. But it's your job to keep me filled with that." Then she changed topics. "But also, what about Kim? Why don't you make her your girlfriend?"

He replied, "She may get her jollies with me - we'll see if that happens. But let's face it. At heart she prefers women. Besides, she's not really my type. Too young and immature."

"Physically immature," Katherine clarified for him. "I know what kind your type is: the kind with tits so big that they fall over forwards whenever they try to walk. Like two certain mothers I could name."

"All right, there's some truth to that. As if that makes me different from every other male in the universe. But don't worry." Alan comforted her with a warm hug. "I seriously love you just as much as either of them. After all, you're my sister, and there's a real thrill in making love to my sister that only you can satisfy. And by the time you've finished growing, Macy's will be calling you to see if you have two new entries for their parade, too. You're a knockout already, and you're still coming into your own. In thirty years I hope we'll still be fucking each other, while Suzanne and Susan sadly will already be senior citizens."

"Thanks!" Katherine said, somewhat relieved. "You're the best brother anyone could have. In any case, let's not go any further with Amy for a while, okay? I feel like I have enough competition in your fantasies, what, between Mom, Suzanne, Amy, Akami, Kim, Ms. Rhymer..."

"Hey, whoa, I've never even touched Ms. Rhymer!"

"Yeah, that's the only one of the bunch you can say that about, I noticed! And you seem to have a way with women nowadays. I'm sure she'll fall like a domino, if you're after her." She mocked Ms. Rhymer's voice, and asked pleadingly, "'Oh Alan, my young man, please let your teacher help you with your medical problem!'" 

Alan laughed. 

Katherine went on in her normal voice, "Anyways, I've told you I don't mind you doing other women, as long as you don't forget me. Especially since I seem to get a share of the action too, from time to time." 

They both laughed at that.

Katherine continued in reference to Ms. Rhymer, "You've had the hots for teacher for two years already." She sang the Van Halen song: "You've got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, you're hot for teacher." 

Alan rolled his eyes, but was secretly pleased at the whole teacher-romance concept. That song was frequently in his mind lately. 

She continued, "If she had any sense, she should have been having you pound her through a wall with that jackhammer cock of yours, instead of giving you blue balls all this time. She has her nose in books instead of up your crotch."

"Why don't you tell that to her?" suggested Alan facetiously. "Anyway, I'm really beat. And I'm sure Mom and Father would love to hear their model kids talk like this." 

Alan still lay on his bed with Katherine now back on the floor near him. He looked over the edge of his bed to see if she'd put her shirt back on yet, but instead of putting it back on, she'd taken her shorts off as well.

"Sister!" he whined. "That's not what I call putting your shirt back on."

She smiled naughtily. "I know, but my shorts were chafing me." She giggled.

"You and your chafing," he said with a sigh. "What am I going to do with you? You seem determined to get caught."

"I have a suggestion on what you can do with me, Big Studly Brother, but it's only going to make you more upset with me. You see, I have this hole that needs to be filled with a hot injection of thick man-meat."




Six Times a Day Pt. 10



"Katherine! Not at home, remember?"

"I locked the door to your room, you know, and these walls are practically sound proof. I'm not stupid."

"Nope," Alan said firmly. "You're certainly not, but I really have to put my foot down. And whatever happened to being all tired and sore, anyways?"

"I am sore. Soooo sore. But any time is the right time to fuck. I think the only cure for my sore pussy is some Big Thick Brother cock. It's like drinking some more alcohol to cure a hangover. Why not a little more sister-poking? When it comes to you, just imagine a little sign above my pussy: 'Open 24 hours a day.' Just like the corner Quickee Mart." They both giggled. "You sure you don't want to make a quick stop into your sister's pussy?" 

She swirled around to face him, spread her legs, and opened her pussy lips wide with her fingers. "Calling all cock! Calling all cocks! Mayday! Mayday! All hands on dick!"

Alan laughed, but he also gave a look with his face that said no. 

She sighed. "But if you insist on leaving me horny, can I at least take care of you?" She got up and cradled his penis in her hands. Despite his exhaustion, it had grown hard thanks to all the sex talk.

"We can't even do that while Ron is home. What if one of them walked in? As much as I'd love it, believe me. But a rule is a rule."

"But the door is locked!"

"Yeah, but it's a slippery slope." 

She kidded as she ran her fingers up and down it, "I'll agree that it's slippery. Definitely slippery most of the time. I'm not so sure about the slope part though. A little bit crooked, maybe, but not much." 

Alan swatted her hand away, in a playful yet effective manner. "One of us has to retain at least a shred of sanity and restraint, Sexy Little Sister." He smiled as he decided that if she always called him big brother with an adjective thrown in, he could reciprocate a bit more.

She smiled too. "Okay, tough guy. I'll go then. You're just leaving me wanting you even more badly, Big, Long, Hard, Throbbing, Sister-stuffing Brother. But remember that I'm serious about what I said about sharing. I don't mind setting you up with someone like Heather, if you're brave enough to handle her, since I know you wouldn't want her for a permanent girlfriend. Obviously her personality is a real turn off for you and she'd just be a momentary diversion that I could partake in. But someone like Christine, someone you really love who could take you away from me, that really worries me."

"Don't worry. As I keep telling you, Christine is just a friend now. And I know Heather looks great and is the talk of the town and all that, but I know I wouldn't like her or wanna get close to her. In fact, there's no woman in the world who will take my sole attention now that I have so many wonderful women all helping me out. I would be a fool to accept any situation where I couldn't fuck you constantly, Moist Little Sister. That's one thing you don't have to worry about at all."

"That makes me feel so much better. I wish I could be your girlfriend in school too, but I realize that ain't gonna happen."

"Yeah, that would be cool," Alan said wistfully. "But you never know. College maybe? We're not actually genetically brother and sister, so as long as nobody knows us from high school..."

"All right, don't get my hopes up already. There are always problems. Like, what if you're at college and Ron asks you, 'So Alan, who's your new girlfriend?' What could you say? 'Uh, actually it's someone you know...' Ain't gonna happen. Anyways, I'm out of here already, Big Pulsing Pounding But-not-ramming-his-sister-nearly-enough Brother."

Alan laughed. "Hey, if we get so into these naming games, we'll never finish our sentences. Not to mention, someone might overhear. What's more is that it hasn't even been one day since I rammed you, as you so poetically describe it. Have a little patience." 

She huffed, but playfully. "Easy for you to say. That's like saying to a heroin addict, 'Hey, only 24 hours of cold turkey withdrawal. What's the big deal?' But I'm curious. How many times did you get off today?" She stood up and began to put her clothes back on.

"Let's see, if you don't count last night after midnight, which technically belongs to yesterday in my record keeping, then it was once this morning, twice at lunch, four times with you this afternoon and almost once with Amy. And my penis has cried surrender for the night. So, seven. I've done better. But in terms of quality vs. quantity, I don't think it'll ever be possible to beat today."

"Well now I've got something to aim for, don't I?" She winked. "Goodnight, sister-fucker. Thanks again for the great day!"

"Thank you, too! Goodnight, brother-fucker!" he said with deep contentment. 

She kissed him goodnight on the lips for several minutes. As she was still partially naked, she tried to lead to something more and got aggressive with her hands, but Alan and his sore penis wouldn't have it. 

He barely had the will to push her away, and he pointed out, "You see what I mean about the slippery slope?"

As she made to leave, she made the comment, "Too bad I have to go, but once you start fucking Mom, she and I can take turns sleeping in your bed! Or we could all sleep together. Wouldn't you like that, Big Shove Your Huge Monster Sister Splitter Deep Into Me And Then Make Me Suck Your Hard Cock Over And Over Again All Night Long' Brother?"

Alan had no comment, but Katherine could tell from his facial expression that he would like that very much. He looked cute blushing. 

Alan was surprised again at how little guilt plagued him over his incestuous thoughts and deeds. 

Instead, he filled the void by saying, "Actually, Squeezy Little Sister, as much fun as we're having calling each other names, we're definitely getting carried away with that, and it's dangerous. So we can't do that, either. Not to mention, these names get me so hot that it really weakens my resolve. And it gives me too big of a head."

"Awww. But don't worry, I'll give you head. Would you like me to give you big head?" She moved back towards his crotch.

"Sis! Please. I said A big head. Emphasis on the A."

She pretended to be dumb. "OooOOOoooh. My bad." She giggled, then winked, and finally slipped out the door.

CHAPTER 8 (Friday, Oct. 25)

Alan was asleep within minutes, and had a good ten hours of rest that night. When he woke up, he felt like a million bucks, and so did his penis. His alarm woke him early. He got some black paint from the garage, and secretly repainted his sister's crotch in the shower before breakfast. 

He thought, Man, I am so glad the bathroom door has a lock. Especially since Ron knocked on the door to see if the bathroom was free - that was a close one! 

No way am I going to get caught again. But if I have to get caught, I'd rather get caught painting here than in the supply closet at school. I could always make up some excuse to Mom and Father about painting my sister, weird though it might look. After all, we're only painting. Plus, I'm getting pretty good at coming up with bullshit stories on the fly. Kim will just have to manage on her own 'cos I'm not going back in that supply room. Hopefully her paint job will hold since she didn't get fucked all afternoon like my sis.

Once Katherine left, Alan masturbated as he showered and relived what he and his sister had done the day before. He figured he was ready for anything Akami might dish out, and also fantasized about Ms. Rhymer throwing herself at him after school. But he made sure not to cum, sure that he'd have better chances later in the day. 

After both Alan and Katherine left for school and Ron left for work (his vacation at home wasn't much of a vacation), Suzanne came over as usual and joined Susan for their daily exercise regimen. 

Susan was proud of herself that she'd gone all of Thursday without any inappropriate touching of her son. However, her urges were inexorably building up. After everything that happened on Tuesday, Suzanne seemingly managed to bring every private conversation she had with Susan around to a discussion of Alan and his ever needy erection. She was so slick that Susan never realized how Suzanne was deliberately goading and tempting her at every turn. 

This day, Susan burned off her sexual frustrations by attacking the exercise machines with unusual vigor. By the time they were all done, she felt like a limp noodle. 

After Suzanne left, Susan went back to her bedroom and took a nap, something she hardly ever did. She slept and dreamed. 

The dream started out as a replay of what had really happened that morning at breakfast. Ron was busy reading his usual Investor's Business Daily newspaper while Katherine and Alan gobbled down the big breakfasts Susan had prepared for them. Ever the dutiful housewife, she was constantly coming and going to the kitchen to serve everyone else's needs. It was a wonder she found time to eat her breakfast with them as well. 

So this was exactly how it was in her dream, except that she was wearing an outrageously sexy and revealing nightgown. The gown was semi-transparent, not to mention open to the waist, but neither Alan nor Katherine found this in the least bit strange. Whether Ron would have been shocked was unknown because he was so absorbed in his newspaper that he wasn't paying any attention to the others. 

She looked down and realized that most of both her breasts were hanging out of her robe, but it was cut in such a way that there was really nothing she could do about it.

Susan at first didn't even realize it was a dream and not reality, but things somehow seemed like they were supposed to be. She continued performing her usual morning rituals and duties in a bewildered daze. 

Then when she brought Alan his usual bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, he started to feel her up. Not surprisingly, his hands honed in on her E-cup sized rack. 

She stood there blushing while he reached inside her nightgown and groped at her bare chest. 

He said casually, as if he did this all the time around Ron, "Mom, I'm checking to make sure you're following the rules." 

She whispered, "The rules?" 

"Yes. The rules that state you're not allowed to wear a bra or panties. Ever." His cereal temporarily forgotten, he twisted and pulled on her nipples with both hands. 

Susan's mouth hung wide open. If her heart hadn't been pounding hard before, it certainly was now. She stared with horror at Ron's newspaper, fully expecting that he'd heard what Alan had just said and would take the paper down. Then all hell would break loose. But the paper stayed up. The only sign there was someone alive on the other side of it was the sight of some fingertips holding up the paper and the sounds of a bagel being chewed. 

She finally looked back down at Alan and whispered almost inaudibly, "Tiger, I think you have your answer already!" 

Alan spoke back without making any effort at keeping his voice down. "True. At least about your tits. Let's check your pussy." One of his hands dropped down to the front of her crotch and the other reached around to her ass. Two of his fingers pushed into her slit, which was already moist and eager. All his fondling in front and back kept her gown wide open and her entire front side exposed. It was a near miracle her gown managed to cling to her shoulders and stay on (not that it covered much in any case). 

Susan remembered Katherine was there and looked over at her. She seemed completely unperturbed by what was happening and just chomped away at her crunchy cereal. However, there was no newspaper blocking her view so she kept looking over at what Alan was doing. 

Susan whispered to her, "Angel, what's happening here?! Don't you find what Alan's doing to me a bit... odd?!" 

Katherine giggled. "Odd? Mom, you're the odd one today. Alan's just making his usual underwear check. He's checked me twice already this morning! See?" She was wearing a gown held closed by a sash, and without getting up she opened the sash and exposed herself from her neck to her knees. Sure enough, she was unencumbered by any underwear. 

She leered at Alan. "Brother, you wanna check me again?" Like Alan, she wasn't trying to keep her voice down whatsoever. She added in a sultry purr, "With your special prober, perhaps?" 

Alan winked at her. "Maybe later, Sis. Suzanne gave the prober a pretty good workout last night. Besides, I think I'm gonna be checking Mom for a while." 

Katherine just grinned and went back to her cereal. She left her gown wide open. 

Susan found all of these disturbing events to be terribly arousing. Her pussy was gushing thanks to Alan's continued fingering. She knew that if she didn't get him to stop soon, she'd cum and cum hard. She was certain the resulting scream would wake the dead and certainly have to clue Ron in. 

So she said, "Alan, please! No! That's enough!" 

He frowned. "Enough? Mom, I don't like your attitude. Blow me." 

"What?! How DARE you talk to your mother that way!" Since the others weren't whispering, her voice was growing louder and louder too. 

"Mom, I'm not going to warn you twice. Blow me now, or I'm going to have to take your over my knee and give you a good spanking." He looked like he was ready to do it. 

Susan's mouth gaped like a fish. At first she rejected the idea of a blowjob out of hand. But she weighed her options and decided that if she had any chance of saving her marriage by miraculously keeping Ron oblivious, the blowjob was the lesser of two very horrible options. The loud ass slaps in a spanking would alert anyone who wasn't completely deaf to what was happening. 

While she was making up her mind, Alan tugged on her gown and kept tugging until her gown was on the floor. 

Susan immediately bent down to pick it up but before she could Katherine snatched it away. Susan then reached for it, but Katherine crumpled it into a ball and held it away like she was protecting the ball during a basketball game. 

"Naughty, naughty, Mom," Katherine chided her. "You know the rules in this house. Cocksucking Alan is always done naked." 

Susan was feeling frantic. There was a part of her that wanted to blow Alan so bad she could almost literally taste it, but a greater part of her was scared to death with Ron right there. Seeing that Alan was busy eating his cereal at the moment, she decided to try and slip away upstairs without anyone noticing. 

However, she only took a couple of steps away from the breakfast table when she felt two feminine hands on her butt. 

It was Katherine standing behind her. She said, "Mom, now where do you think you're going?" 

"Well, I thought I'd, er, powder my nose first."

Katherine laughed as she intimately caressed Susan's shapely rear. "That's a good one! If I didn't know better, I'd seriously think there's something wrong with you. Are you feeling okay? Is your stomach queasy again from swallowing too much sperm? Geez, Mom! Are you or are you not your son's sexual plaything?!" 

Susan turned back towards Alan. She found herself hefting her breasts up and practically molesting her own chest, and she didn't know why. She looked at the big bulge in Alan's shorts and grew angry, mostly at herself. Look at that! Tiger's cock needs draining and here I am, traipsing and gallivanting around, like I've got something more important to do! My role is to suck! And to stroke! And to SERVE! 

However, Ron's presence was still terrifying her. She said to Katherine, "No I'm good, Angel. Of course I'm his toy." She shivered with delight upon saying that. "But maybe Tiger and I could get more comfortable if we retired to my bedroom?" 

"No, Mom. Do it here." Katherine gave Susan's butt cheek an encouraging slap and propelled her in Alan's direction. 

Just then, Susan heard and saw Ron's newspaper ruffle. Perhaps shaken from his stupor by the loud slapping sound, he was bringing the paper down to reach for the bottle of orange juice in the middle of the dining table. 

Susan immediately ducked down below the table edge before Ron could see her standing there in the buff. 

Katherine and Alan immediately took advantage of her movement to position her head over Alan's lap. Katherine swatted Susan on the ass to scoot her ass forward. 

Alan meanwhile, unzipped his fly and pulled his shorts down past his knees. "There's my cock, Mom. You know what to do." 

Susan was horrified, but at the same time her lips were drawn to his bobbing erection like a magnet. It just felt right and even necessary to suck on it. But right before her mouth closed in on it, she loudly complained, "No fair! Two on one!" 

Then her tongue made contact with his penis head and it was like a switch was flicked on inside of her. She thought she was incredibly aroused before, but that was nothing compared to her level of arousal now. Her pussy tingled and throbbed and her rock hard nipples cried out for attention. But most of all, she was in love with the big erection before her. Every touch of her tongue or lips on it felt so good that it was like another mini-orgasm. She brought her hands up to assist with pleasuring the base, and stroking it made her pussy cream even more. 

But just when she really started to get into it, she heard Ron say, "What was that, honey? Did you say something to me?" Apparently he was responding to her far too loud "No fair! Two on one!" comment some moments before. 

Susan wasn't sure if any part of her body was above the table edge, but she suspected the top of her head and/or her ass might be. She tried to duck down further as best she could, and in the process of bringing her head down, Alan's dick went deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was almost deep throating it. 

Ron asked, "Susan? Did you hear me?" His voice sounded unconcerned and distracted. It seemed that, against all odds, he hadn't noticed anything suspicious and was back to reading his Investor's Business Daily. However, he did apparently still expect an answer from her. 

Susan hoped that Alan would say something so she wouldn't happen, but he seemed happy as can be without saying a word. In fact, as she breathlessly waited, he raised the stakes still further by pulling his shirt off, leaving him competely naked, just like her. Then he calmly went back to drinking his orange juice and eating his cereal. 

The danger was so great she wanted to cry, and some tears did roll down her cheeks and drop to the floor. She knew it was practically life or death that she had to say something, but she was loving the blowjob too much to stop even for a few moments. So, with about six of Alan's eight inches inside her lips, she just moaned, "Mmmm-hmmm." 

Ron seemed to miss the sexual quality of the moan, and said, "You know, dear, I have to say, I'm surprised." 

Susan panicked. Oh shit! Here it comes! He's finally caught on! She sucked and licked with all her heart. Her long hair flew about as her head bobbed up and down madly, because she was certain this would be the last time she could ever blow her son. 

But incredibly, Ron merely said, "Yep. I'm just amazed at what a great job you did with the landscaping while I was gone. Just look at those hedges over there. Alan, was that your mother's idea to clip them like that?" 

"It sure was, Father!" Alan's reply was unusually passionate and loud due to what Susan was doing to him with her lips, tongue, and both hands. 

Ron said, "I'm not surprised. Susan, you've definitely got a green thumb. And honey, what about the lawn? Is it my imagination or did you reseed it?" 

Susan thought, Oh crap! How am I supposed to talk?! I suppose I could just pull up and off of my Tiger's tasty meat, but it's just too good! This is where I belong, with my nose in his pubic hair. I just have to cum and I'm gonna cum! Especially since Tiger seems to have his fingers in my pussy and on my ass and knows just what to do with them. He must be making another underwear check, heh-heh!




Six Times a Day Pt. 11



Part 11: Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown 

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again. 

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CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Oct. 26) 

Alan slept in on Saturday morning. When he finally woke up he went down to the kitchen for breakfast, but everyone was gone. He was a bit spoiled in that he expected his mother to always cook for him, even breakfast, so he went to find her. 

She was in her bedroom, where she had just shaved her legs and was only wearing a towel. Nonetheless, she said, "Come in."

Alan was a bit surprised but not too surprised by her scanty garb. It seemed that half the time he'd seen her around the house in the past couple of days, she was wearing nothing but a towel. But this one was smaller than the rest: wrapped around her, it just barely managed to cover up her nipples and her bush, and there was barely an inch to spare on either top or bottom. 

She sat on the edge of her bed with her razor, seemingly not bothered by his presence. "What is it, Tiger?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just feeling a bit hungry is all."

"Let me help you with that. I'll cook you some nice pancakes. Would you like that? Or would you prefer French toast?"

"French toast sounds good."

Susan found the idea of breakfast startlingly arousing, because it reminded her of her wild wet dream from the day before. A large part of her mind wanted to make that dream world a reality and right away, but her more prudent side held back. "Okay. ... Um, before you go, Son, I have a question."

"Shoot." Alan tried to appear casual but in fact he had his hands folded together in front of his crotch to block the view of a raging, throbbing boner brought on by the sight of his mother.

"Tiger, I'm a bit concerned about your... you know. Reaching your daily target. I know how tortured you must be lately; Suzanne and I have been talking about it a lot. I'm concerned that without getting a lot of help, uh, manual help from others, your member may be getting, you know, uh, worn out a little."

"Yeah, you could say that." If Alan was hard before, he was doubly so now.

"That's why I thought it would be a good idea to give you this." Susan stood up to get something, but as she stood, the towel fell completely off of her body. She grabbed it as it fell, and pulled it back towards her. 

Alan lurched forward to try to help with the towel, but as he did so his penis sprang out from under his shorts and bounced forward. It didn't just peek out of the shorts partly or a little bit - it came out completely and nearly carried his balls out with it.

Susan pulled the towel up to her chest, which effectively covered her crotch, but she just held it with one hand over her cleavage and left almost all of her tits still uncovered. She stared down in horror at Alan's manhood. 

He quickly covered it up with both hands. Then, belatedly, he stuffed it back into his shorts as his mother watched intently.

"Um, sorry about that," he finally said.

"No, it's my fault. Never mind! It's nothing you and I haven't seen before, ha-ha." 

The laughter was a bit forced, and Alan forced himself to laugh back. But it mostly defused the situation. 

He asked, "Do you remember the other day when I was in your room and you didn't even have a towel?" 

Susan nodded. Without consciously realizing it, she rubbed her thighs together while reveling in the now pleasant and arousing memory. But she said, "Let's not even think about that, Tiger. Remember: that's in the past. Ancient history."

Alan nodded, though he wondered why she still held the towel with only one hand and barely covered her nudity with it at all. He didn't really believe her "ancient history" line.

"Anyway, I was about to give you something. Since I'm a bit indisposed, can you get it for me? It's a jar I've put in the drawer with all my bras." She turned sideways and pointed towards her clothes cabinet, which allowed Alan a great side view of her - not exactly of her ass, but certainly her shapely hips and incredibly toned, long legs.

Alan reluctantly tore his eyes away and followed her outstretched arm pointing towards the cabinet. He walked over and opened up the drawer where he knew she kept her underwear. 

"That's the one," she said calmly. 

He opened the drawer she'd indicated and found a jar there. He picked it up and looked at the label. It read, "KY Lubricating Jelly."

He turned back towards her. 

She still held the towel in such a way that he could see nearly all of her tits. "Tiger, you don't use any lubricant when you do your thing, so I'm concerned about, you know, damage. But it'll be better if you use that."

He was genuinely doubtful. He'd masturbated a certain way for a long time and wasn't keen on changing. "I don't know, Mom. This stuff looks really weird."

"It's not weird." She walked towards him until she stood right next to him. She held the jar with her free hand, so both of them now held it. She opened it up and the lid came off easily; it was clear it had been opened already. "Look. It's cherry flavored. It feels good and it tastes really nice. Try it. You'll get used to it."

"How do you know what it tastes like? And why should I care about the taste?"

She blushed. "The taste is, uh, in case a nice young lady wants to help you out with her mouth. ... But please, let's not discuss this. This is very embarrassing, especially with the way I'm dressed. Or not dressed!" She coughed nervously. "It's a good thing your father is off playing golf."

Alan had totally forgotten about Ron. The mere mention of him freaked him out. 

Suddenly Alan wanted to be out of the room, and fast. He grabbed the jar with both hands, and said, "Thanks, Mom. You're so sweet and thoughtful. I'll uh, I'll try this out later." He left the room, his head swimming as he pondered her conflicting signals. 

When he'd gone, Susan thought, Oh, poo! I was so close. Why didn't he ask me to try it out? That would have given me a perfectly legitimate reason to suck him off. But maybe it's for the best. Maybe it's a sign that I have to persevere and hold out until Ron is gone. Ron IS my husband. In theory, I should be thinking about sexually pleasing him. ... In theory. 

Damn! 

CHAPTER 2 

Alan went to the beach with his friends Peter and Sean not long after that. He looked forward to many restful hours free of sexual excitement, not counting the potential ogling of all the beautiful babes on the beach. 

The blandly named White Sands Beach was the closest beach to the high school, and since the way there was not well marked it was virtually unknown to tourists. As a result, it was "the" place to see and be seen by kids in the school (Glory, who definitely did not want to be seen by the school crowd, never surfed there). 

Alan had never spent time at that beach before because he had no desire to take part in climbing the school's social ladder. But with his newfound confidence brought on by his recent sexual triumphs, he decided that there was no reason why he should be forced to hide from the beach either, since it was the closest and one of the nicest beaches in the area. Peter and Sean weren't keen on going to White Sands because of its reputation, but Alan talked them into it. 

Heather absolutely loved her position as the reigning social queen of the school. So when she wasn't busy lording over her "subjects" during the school week, she spent most of her free days at White Sands Beach lording over largely the same bunch of people there. 

She also loved flaunting her perfect body, so she relished the many opportunities to wear scandalously small bikinis to show everyone just how hot she was. She reveled in her ability to turn heads just by strutting her stuff. 

Since Heather liked to walk up and down the beach to patrol her turf and flaunt her body, it was inevitable that she would eventually come across Alan, Peter, and Sean. 

Although the three of them were socially labeled as nerds, they didn't physically look that far out of place at the beach. It was true that Peter was quite short and chubby and didn't really fit in with the "beautiful people" who liked to show off at the beach. But Alan and Sean were muscular, thanks to their love of playing tennis and other sports, and handsome too. All three of the boys were also sufficiently tanned, and didn't have embarrassing "farmer's tan" lines, due to spending time in their own backyard swimming pools. 

Heather was walking along the water's edge with Simone, her best friend and sort of "right hand man" in most everything she did (except cheerleading - Simone was too involved in school sports to be on the squad). 

Simone happened to be ethnically black, but culturally she'd been raised in a very "white bread" upper class environment as one of Heather's close neighbors. Simone was nearly as beautiful as Heather and similarly physically endowed. That was one reason why they were best friends. Both were bisexual and occasional sex partners with each other, but that wasn't the main attraction between them, since both preferred guys and both had a series of boyfriends and other male lovers. 

Mainly, they were close because they had known each other since they were little kids and Simone had learned over the years just how to carefully handle Heather. She was just about the only person able to criticize Heather without pissing her off too much. 

While Heather liked to be surrounded with toadies and "yes men" types, there was something ultimately more satisfying about being friends with someone who could share their honest opinion. Her ego couldn't stand too much of it, but having one bold and fairly independent friend was good for her. 

So it wasn't at all surprising that Simone and Heather were walking along the beach together, surveying the crowd like the beach's queen and her chief minister. 

It always delighted Heather to hear conversations quiet down and to see heads turn towards her as she strolled along the water's edge. The effect was almost like the bow wave of a ship unsettling the waters as it passed by. She loved the feeling of most every eye, male and female, silently roaming over and caressing every inch of her body in unspoken lustful desire or jealousy.

But she loved even more what happened in the wake of her passing. For instance, the low buzz of hushed whispers, talking about her. Or the grunt and crash of a guy walking into something and falling over because he'd been so distracted by her that he wasn't watching where he was going. Sweetest of all to her ears was the sound of a sharp smack by a bitterly envious girl slapping her boyfriend's face to try and get him to stop gawking at Heather's magnificent ass as it swayed its way into the distance.  

Heather gloated to herself as she walked, Gaze upon perfection, o ye puny mortals, for I am a goddess made flesh. All who look upon me shall love me and despair. She had no idea where she'd heard that bit of poetry, but she felt as if it was written just for her. She smiled with the confidence of someone sitting on top of the world. 

Then Heather's eye caught sight of Alan, Sean, and Peter. She knew the usual crowd at the beach by sight, if not always by name, but at first these three were not familiar to her. She frowned at the sight of chubby Peter "spoiling" her beach, but she was mainly interested in Alan. There was something about him, something that tugged at her in the back of her mind, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was. 

"Hey," she said to Simone, "see those guys over there? Aren't they nerds?" 

Simone replied, "You could say that." She wasn't as arrogant as Heather or as hung up on the school's social hierarchy. Perhaps because she was from an ethnic minority, she had more sympathy to other minorities and out groups, even though she sat at the top of the school's elite next to Heather. But, more often than not, she played along with Heather's conceits since Heather could only tolerate so much disagreement, even from her best friend. 

Heather frowned. "What are those losers doing on MY beach? I think we should have a little talk and show them what's what." She was a long ways away from them still, but began to move directly towards them. 

"Heather, it's a public beach. It's not a crime for them to be here." 

Heather pointed at Sean and Alan. "Okay, maybe not those two. They pass." Then she pointed at Peter. "But that tub of lard? No way." 

Simone rolled her eyes when Heather wasn't looking her way. She did that a lot. She knew when it was pointless to disagree with her. 

As they got a bit closer, but were still out of earshot, Heather pointed in Alan's direction. "That one. The tall guy. He looks familiar." 

"He should. He was in fourth period with us last year. In fact, he sat kitty corner to you. And he was in a class with you the year before that. In fact, you've been classmates with all three of those guys from time to time since the start of junior high. Are you saying you don't know his name?" 

Heather sniffed contemptuously. "Should I?" 

Simone rolled her eyes again. "Well, aside from having only seen him a couple thousand times at school already, there's the fact that he's Katherine's older brother." She added sarcastically, "You DO know Katherine, your fellow cheerleader, don't you?" Simone had a good sense of humor but her jokes were often to herself since Heather frequently failed to pick up on her sarcasm and irony. 

Heather replied testily, "Don't mock me." But then she said more thoughtfully, "Hmm. Katherine's older brother?" Something clicked for her as she remembered that he was the one who had been painting the pretend panties for some of the cheerleaders in the last week. That was certainly an intriguing fact for her and it put him a whole different category of importance in her mind. She clicked her fingers. "Alan. That's his name. Katherine was just talking about him the other day, promising that he could be trusted with the painting job. Definite nerd. He doesn't LOOK like a nerd, though. I wonder what's up with that." 

Simone confirmed, "Yes. Alan. And the guy on the right is Sean. The 'tub of lard' as you call him on the left is Peter. The three of them are good friends, as you can see." 

As the two girls talked, they continued to get closer to where Alan and his friends were sitting. Heather had plans to tell them off in no uncertain terms so that Peter at least would leave the beach and never come back. She assumed that if one went, the others would follow, which was perfectly fine with her. 

But now that she realized Alan was Katherine's brother and the painter of cheerleaders' panties, it put things in a very different light. She realized that if he continued in his painter role, it was theoretically possible that he could even end up painting her own privates one day. The thought of having her pussy and ass fondled by a nerd was unsettling and broke all of her social rules. She didn't know what to do with his group exactly, now. 

But it was too late to turn back. She had been bee-lining towards them and even pointing at them, so she had to say something. 

CHAPTER 3 

She walked right up to Alan and then she and Simone stopped and looked down. "Hi there. Alan. ... And... friends." She'd already forgotten the names Simone had just mentioned since the other two mattered so little to her. 

Alan, Sean, and Peter all stood up. Inwardly, the three of them were reacting in different ways to this unexpected encounter from the high and mighty Heather and her well-known sidekick. 

Sean's reaction was the strongest. He'd had a profound crush on Heather for ages. Alan and Peter had crushes on her too, as did just about every other male in the school at some time or another. Not only was she a drop dead gorgeous buxom, tanned, blue eyed, blonde haired cheerleader "babe", but she had a stunning presence as well. Heather radiated charisma and confidence while still being able to project a sense of innocence and sweetness (when it amused her to do so). 

So Sean was absolutely staggered to be standing this close to her. He had loved her from afar though, which meant he had no idea just what a bitch she was when experienced up close. 

Peter was also gob smacked into silence, but his reaction was a bit different from Sean's. He wasn't as reverential of Heather, probably because he knew more about her bitchy side than Sean did. He also was more worried than Sean, since his greater knowledge made him painfully aware that his chubby appearance could be an easy target for Heather's sharp tongue. 

Alan was confused. He'd had fantasies about having sex with Heather from time to time, but he'd never had a deep crush on her since he'd been much more focused on Christine and Glory. As a result, he wasn't as awed by her as the other two were. Furthermore, his confidence was soaring now that he'd started to have a real and vibrant sex life. 

But on the other hand, this was Heather he was facing, and old habits die hard. He found himself fairly intimidated by her despite his strong determination not to feel that way. The fact that she (and Simone) wore reflective sunglasses made it more daunting for him to talk to them.

Additionally, as good as Heather and Simone looked from afar, they looked even better standing in bikinis only a few feet away. Heather wore a dark red bikini that stood out against her lighter skin while Simone wore a light orange bikini that stood out against her darker skin. They were the hottest of the hot and the coolest of the cool, and they knew it. 

The way their hard bodies were oiled up with suntan lotion was almost too much for Alan to take. His hormones were getting the best of him and making it hard for him to think. He found himself with a tremendous boner protruding outwards from the middle of his bathing suit without fully realizing what he was showing. 

Still, one thing Alan had learned from recent weeks was that it was good to roll with the punches and try to act like you know what's going on, even when you don't. So he did his best to mask his confusion and intimidation, and tried to at least say something sensible. 

"Hey Heather. Hi, Simone. How you doing?" was all he could manage, but at least it came out sounding casual. Despite all the classes they'd shared over the years, this was the first time he'd spoken to Heather or Simone directly. 

Heather was mildly pleased by that. She found that when she deigned to talk to her social inferiors, the great mass of nearly the entire student population that she'd derisively nicknamed "the lower life forms," they were often too tongue-tied to even talk to her. That went double whenever she was forced to talk to those she labeled as nerds. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 11



She looked at Sean and Peter and saw they were hopelessly fawning already, therefore confirming that they were not worth talking to or seriously contemplating. She returned her focus to Alan, whom she identified as the closest thing their group had to a leader. "Hey. What are you doing here? I can't say I've seen you at this beach before." 

Heather's tone had been a bit accusatory, but Alan deliberately ignored that. "Just enjoying the rays. Same as you. Hey, say hi to my sister when you see her. I've heard the squad has had an interesting week." 

Heather wasn't sure how to respond to that obvious yet carefully veiled reference to the panty painting. Was he threatening to say something about it in public? She highly doubted it, but she wasn't sure. She couldn't get a good read on him since she didn't associate with his type. 

She looked at Sean with disdain and then at Peter with even more contemptuous loathing. Seeing them again renewed her desire to kick the lot of them off the beach. She said to all three with blatant derision, "Hey, shouldn't you guys be at home watching a Star Trek TV marathon or something?" 

Alan smiled. "Very cute. Nah. That was last week. It's a Brady Bunch marathon this week, so we're forced to go to the beach." 

Heather looked at Alan curiously. The more she talked to him, the less she understood his attitude. He took my attempt to cut them down as a friendly joke and joked back with self-deprecating good humor. Nerds don't do that. They stammer and gawk like the total losers that they are. But this guy seems more or less at ease. He even looks me in the eyes instead of staring at my chest. 

Her eyes drifted down as she continued to examine him from head to toe. She noticed what seemed to be quite a large bulge in his bathing suit. Whoa! What do we have here? 

She was going to tell the three of them they didn't belong at the beach in no uncertain terms, but decided instead to regroup and discuss things with Simone. She walked away with a hard, condescending look aimed in Alan's direction. At the last second, she said, "Well, next time, don't force yourself so hard." She was disappointed because that was pretty weak compared to her usual cutting jibes. But she was slightly thrown off her usual game. 

Peter and Sean were blown away by the whole encounter. They sat back down on the sand as if felled by Hurricane Heather. They missed her contempt for them with the blissful obliviousness of teens in lust or love. 

Alan, though, remained standing and staring at Heather, admiring the sinuous curves of her muscular back and thighs as she walked about ten feet away and then stopped. To his great surprise, he could hear every word as Heather and Simone remained there, looked out at the ocean waves, and began to talk to each other as if they were the only ones on the beach. 

"Well, that was odd," Heather commented. "That Alan is one strange guy. What do you think his deal is?" 

"What do you mean?" Simone asked. 

"Well, he's a nerd. He reeks of it. I remember now that we only shared the occasional class 'cos he's in the gifted track. And he was always answering the teacher's questions like some kind of know it all. Serious grade A teacher's pet nerd. But he doesn't exactly act like one out here on the beach. And he certainly doesn't LOOK like one. He's practically handsome, even. Why on Earth would a handsome guy want to be a nerd?" 

Simone rolled her eyes again. Since she paid more attention to the "lower life forms" than Heather did, she knew a lot more about Alan, even though she'd never spoken to him face to face. She thought, He seems like a nice guy, but it is true he fits the classic nerd stereotype. Unfortunately, he sits at one of the "nerd tables" during lunch and talks about hopelessly geeky things with his geeky friends all day long, so he can't be excused as a misunderstood smart jock or something like that. Too bad. 

But she also felt some sympathy for him, so she said, "Heather, he's a very smart guy. One of the top students in the school, I hear. And he plays sports, so he's got a body. Is there anything wrong with trying to use your brain if you've got one? Personally, I think he's a nice guy so I hope you don't put him on your shit list." 

Heather appeared contemplative. "Nah. He's not even enough of a somebody to merit placement on the shit list. But it's weird. And did you see his package? He's packing some serious beef! I mean, that's just wrong. It's criminal for a nerd to have a body like that. It's like a waste of resources to have a dick like that used for nothing but masturbating to doctored photos of Star Trek actresses. God, nerds are pathetic!" 

Simone laughed. "'A waste of resources'? Why Heather, I never realized you were a concerned environmentalist." 

Heather laughed too. Simone's sense of humor was one of the main reasons she tolerated Simone's dissents as often as she did. "Funny. Very funny. Heather Morgan, the tree hugger. But still. I wonder what it would be like to do it with a completely clueless virgin like him. That might be ... amusing." 

"Heather! You're not planning on seducing him, are you? I'm shocked. That's so unlike you." Simone moved her hand, casually resting it on Heather's nearest ass cheek. 

"Me? Ha! You kidding? No WAY. I mean, a nerd's a nerd. I don't care if he is packing a good eight thick inches or more, judging from that bulge of his. I'll bet he doesn't even have a clue about the basics of hygiene. And he'd be just like all the other low lifes who think they love me." 

She mocked in a weak and swooning male voice, "'Heather! Oh Heather! You let me touch you! Did I tell you that I've loved you since forever? I'm sorry I shot off so soon but I'm just so excited!'" She snorted disgustedly. "Puh-lease! A guy like that isn't even worthy of doing my homework." 

"So what are you thinking so intently about, then?" Simone asked. When Heather didn't respond, Simone nudged her. "C'mon, I know that look. Spill."

Alan noticed that Simone also prodded Heather by squeezing her ass cheek where her hand still lay. Despite the harsh words, his penis was as hard as it could get as fantasies of Simone and Heather naked together drifted through his head. 

"I dunno. I guess I'm thinking about the whole painting thing. You know all about what he's doing with that, don't you?" Heather had kept Simone reasonably informed about the cheerleader panty painting, so she knew Simone would understand that oblique reference to it. 

"I knew Katherine had a brother named Alan who was doing it, but I didn't realize he was THAT Alan. How the hell did HE get that job, anyways? Strictly by default, I'm sure. Maybe I should get someone else to do it. After all, I don't want a mere nerd touching my cheerleaders. He'll probably pass along some kind of nerd cooties or something." 

Simone said while finally pulling her hand from Heather's ass, "Did you know that he actually had the gall to ask Christine Anderssen out on a date a while back? She turned him down, of course." 

"Christine? You mean the ridiculous goody goody bitch 'Ice Queen Christine'? Ha! How amusing! Can you imagine those two pathetic virgins trying to have sex? They wouldn't even be able to figure out where to put it in!" 

Heather and Simone walked off, laughing. They seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Alan could have easily overheard them. Heather didn't even turn back to consider whether to kick them off the beach or not. It was as if they were so unimportant that it wasn't worth the bother of taking any more time to talk to them. 

Alan had overheard everything though, and what he'd heard really pissed him off. He'd thought that he'd accounted for himself pretty well when confronted by Heather. He'd mostly hidden his fear and managed to speak fairly intelligently. 

But it was all for nothing because Heather still considered him lower than the dirt on the soles of her feet. He was also upset at himself because for a brief moment his hopes had soared that she might actually want to have sex with him when she'd been discussing his "package." But those hopes were quickly crushed and then some. 

Now Alan understood first hand what Katherine was talking about when she'd come home from school day after day complaining about what a bitch Heather was. 

The rest of his beach trip seemed anti-climatic and depressing, although, ironically, Sean and Peter were in high spirits. They were ecstatic to have been "kind of spoken to" by Heather, and recounted the encounter to each other over and over. Listening to them, Alan was left wondering what alternate universe they'd been in at the time since hardly anything they said matched up with his memories of the incident. 

Neither of them had overheard Heather's later conversation with Simone, and Alan saw no need to tell them about it and burst their bubbles about her. He knew that Sean was so far gone over Heather that he would have accused Alan of lying, anyway. The two of them spent even more time talking about Heather's fantastic body and how much they wanted to "do the do" with her. 

Alan had a hard time playing along with their sex talk and pretending enthusiasm. Now that he'd actually had sex, he realized that they had no idea what they were talking about. He just felt embarrassed to hear their empty boasts and juvenile prattlings. 

He was particularly miffed that Heather and Simone had assumed that he was a "pathetic virgin." He wanted to prove to Heather how wrong she was and show her that he was actually starting to become a rather talented lover. But he knew the chances of that happening were next to impossible. He would have considered himself surprised if Heather ever thought to speak to him again. 

CHAPTER 4 

The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully for Alan. He did have one more brief sexual encounter, however. 

Shortly after dinner on Saturday night, Amy came over. The whole Plummer family, even Ron, sat in the living room watching TV. 

Amy sat in an easy chair right next to Alan. While the others were engaged in an interesting program, she leaned over towards him and said, "Alan, I'm worried about a big test coming up on Monday. Not only that, but I think I have bad breath. Can you help me out? I think you know what I'd like." Then she winked and opened her mouth really wide.

Alan thought back and recalled that he and Katherine had told Amy that putting Alan's penis in one's mouth boosted test scores, cured bad breath, and much more. Since he'd convinced her yesterday that she was allowed to touch penises, she was eager to try out their promised remedies.

She continued to sit there with her mouth gaping open and her eyes closed, as if she expected him to put his penis in her mouth right there and then. Even worse, she'd taken off a top she had on earlier, and now wore nothing but a very revealing, very low-cut dress plus pantyhose. One hand clutched at her chest and the other seemed to look for her pussy but was at least temporarily stymied by the dress. 

Alan looked around and noticed that Susan and Ron hadn't looked Amy's way yet. Even though technically she hadn't done anything wrong, to sit with one's mouth gaping wide and all but fondle one's self was bound to lead to questions if someone else noticed her.

Alan thought quickly. "Um, yeah Amy, but can it wait a bit?" He snapped his fingers, which caused her to open her eyes. He waved his hand and tried to indicate he wanted her to close her mouth with hand gestures and mimed with his mouth what he wanted her to do.

But she just smiled playfully. She asked to the others, "Susan and Ron, aren't you going out soon?" 

Ron replied without turning his head, "Yeah, we'll be leaving as soon as this show is over. That's so nice you kids are working on your homework together."

Alan scanned the room. He was grateful that the show was on and not a commercial, or certainly Ron would be more inclined to look over while talking. It was like Amy wanted to get caught. He noticed that Katherine smiled, too, and she raised a curious and knowing eyebrow at him.

Amy answered, "Alan is great. I can't wait to taste-"

Alan interrupted, "Hold on! Let's go back to my room. I don't like this show and I'll help you right now." 

The three teenagers retired to Alan's room. 

As soon as the door to his room closed, Alan berated Amy. "Never talk about anything having to do with body parts in front of Ron! I thought you knew that!"

"Gosh. I'm sorry! I was just having a little fun. I was just so excited to get your penis treatment. Or treatments." She giggled. 

Alan looked at her crossly. 

She added more seriously, "I'm really sorry. It's just that it seems like everyone else is having so much fun and I'm missing out."

Alan felt a lot of sympathy for that. I am kind of treating her like an extra piece of furniture. Kind of toying with her, too, and messing with her mind. It's not very nice. But it's just so hard to resist. When you've got a big-titted, sexy, and sweet next door neighbor, and you tell her to take her clothes off and put your dick in her mouth and she just says, "M'kay!" who can say no to that?!

Katherine said to her brother, "Can I speak to you for a second, alone?"

So Amy waited outside his door. Katherine spoke in a quiet voice. "Given all the lies we told her, Amy is going to want to suck you off every day now. But that's not fair! I'm not allowed to do anything with you at home, and she's gonna get all that? I have enough competition as it is. Can't you keep it cool with her for a while? You already promised me you would. Anyways, it would be prudent to wait with her at least until Ron leaves, given the close call you just had in the living room. Not to mention what she did even in front of Eric last night!"

Alan agreed. He thought, My first priority is to my sister and keeping her happy. I'll make it up to Amy later. He brought Amy back in and told her to wait for any penis related "help" until after Ron left town. 

Katherine then took Amy to the bathroom for another mutual pussy shaving. The two girls could be in there together easily enough behind locked doors - Susan and Ron would just think they were doing "girlish" beauty stuff. But it would be too dangerous for Alan to take part.

Alan left a short time afterwards to see a movie with his friends. It was a remarkably social day for him compared to recent days. He felt like he had to make some more effort in that direction.

CHAPTER 5 (Sunday, Oct. 27)

Alan found himself home alone and bored on Sunday afternoon. By his recent standards, Saturday had been very sexually tame: his mother dropped her towel, and Amy wore a sexy dress and briefly teased him. He'd had to take care of all six of his orgasms by himself. Then he had to go to church with the rest of the family on Sunday morning. His mood of feeling sexually overwhelmed was long gone. He was especially frustrated not to have help from Suzanne, and was also raring to fuck his sister some more. 

Alan's great hope was that Suzanne would come forward for him and make the weekend a little bit more interesting. I've seen so little of her lately. And when I have seen her, it's been sooo intense. So good. I've noticed lately that she'd hasn't been around the house much just to hang out, so opportunities to play around don't come up that easily. I'm pretty convinced that Aunt Suzy secretly, or maybe not so secretly, hates my father. I take it she blames him for problems in my mom's life, like her general lack of love and a romantic life.

With his mother and Suzanne at a party, Ron meeting with business colleagues in some combination of work and pleasure, and Katherine at the mall with Amy, Alan felt he wouldn't be disturbed back in his room. So he decided to watch one of those porn films his mother had bought him in what already seemed ages ago. He originally thought he would watch them all the time, but in fact, had only seen a couple. So far, his fantasies and real-life experiences were infinitely more mentally stimulating than actors who badly acted their way through a porn film. But he wanted to force himself to do something different.

He drew the drapes, which made his room dark as a dungeon, put one of the tapes in his new video player, and began to watch. He sat naked in his chair and languidly stroked his penis at the passable action on the screen, when he heard a knock on the door.

"Hi Sweetie, it's me, your Aunt Suzy. Can I come in?"

"Um, just a sec. I'm naked." Alan was excited just to hear the sound of Suzanne's naturally very sultry and scratchy voice.

She pushed the door open. "And that's a problem? Don't bother getting dressed for lil' ol' me," she said with a Southern drawl as she boldly walked into his room. 

"Suzanne. Hey!" Alan said as he swiveled his chair around towards her. Then he looked up at her, and then did a double take in disbelief that such a gorgeous woman could exist, much less walk into his room.

"Jesus, Suzanne, you look amazing today!" he exclaimed.

She was dressed in some variant of biker gear, an extremely unusual look compared to her usual sophisticated tastes. The black look contrasted dramatically and effectively with her pale alabaster skin and dark reddish brown hair. Her tight black leather shorts were dramatically unbuttoned. Her black top had a wonder-bra type feature that pushed her firm and high breasts even farther forward than usual. On Suzanne, a bra like that was about as necessary as giving billionaire Bill Gates more money.

After he gawked at her a bit more he said, "I'm sooo glad to see you."

She reached down and placed her hands on his penis, which was already doing its best to reach out towards her. "Really? I never would have noticed, except for when this thing nearly poked me in the eye from across the room. Damn, you're hard!" She automatically began to stroke his penis, as if this was how she greeted people, instead of with a handshake.

Thinking quickly, he responded, "Your tits nearly poked ME in the eye from across the room." 

She laughed.

Alan was delighted with the situation. I've been having a lot of amazing experiences with some totally beautiful women lately, but none of them are as beautiful as Suzanne! Except for my mom, but she must not be home right now or I doubt Suzanne would come in here. 

I've been without Suzanne's experienced touch far too often lately! It's like some kind of famous supermodel stepped out of a pin-up poster and materialized in the flesh in my room. How dense was I for thinking of Suzanne as merely an attractive, fairly typical mother instead of the total knockout bombshell sex goddess she really is! And she's so talented with her fingers. Shit! She's gonna make me cum too soon. 

He groaned with delight, mostly over what her hands were doing. "Aunt Suzy, I know my mom is well-known for looking so young, but there is no way in hell you're thirty-nine years old. Wow. You look stunning. I gather we're safe for a while?"

"Let me answer that with some nonverbal communication." She pulled her top off which caused her boobs to explode outwards as her top fell to the floor. She pulled off her shorts, but to Alan's surprise she had a black thong on underneath. Then she dropped on all fours as if she worshipped his prick.

"I take it that's a yes?" said Alan with dry wit. He surprised himself that he could not only speak in the face of such beauty, but actually say something droll.

"I wish I could tell you, Sweetie, but my mouth is too full of your cock to talk. Or at least, it's about to be." With a big smile she bent forward and began to suck. 

Alan reached out and tried to grope her boobs, but she pushed his hands away. That surprised him, but before long he was having too much fun enjoying her tongue and lips to care. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 11



She sucked him with powerful force, like a human vacuum cleaner, and then tickled lightly with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue swirled around and around. By now she knew exactly what turned him on the most and she used that knowledge to full effect. 

Alan couldn't hold out for long against such expert exertions. Sure enough, in a matter of minutes he cried out, "Oh! Oh God! Oh, oh, oh! Oh no! Oh shit! God! Fucking hell! Yes!" 

He gave up resistance and unclenched his PC muscle. "Fuck! Ah! Suzanne, I'm gonna fill your mouth! Yes!"

She took every last drop of his load in her mouth. She was great at swallowing. 

He asked her, "Aunt Suzy, that was great, but why were you so relentless? There's no way I could last against that non-stop attack." 

"That was just my warm up snack," she explained. "I wanted you to shoot a quick load partly 'cos I've been missing your cum and wanted some right away, but also now you'll be able to last a long time." 

"Not with you," he muttered. "You're too good!" 

While they were recovering, Suzanne started to talk. "So, Sweetie, you been missing me?" 

She seemed calm, but Alan could hardly believe the ease with which she brought him to the heights of passion. How can she be that casual? It's like she's some kind of magically irresistible succubus one minute, and then the next she's back to being my same old Aunt Suzy, except we're both naked and leaking all kinds of intimate fluids. Bizarre! 

But he tried his best to respond casually too. "Yes! Totally! You don't know how much. It's like you were reading my mind when you came in. Dang, you're so good! It's been what, three days already since you and Daisy Duke came by."

"Thanks. I've been trying, but it's so hard to get you alone these days. Now that it's the weekend , your aggravating father has had more time free from the office and just sits around the house, ruining all my fun. Hell, I'd risk doing this even with him here, but Susan says I can't and I have to respect that. Just to make it up to you, one of these days I might give you a blowjob. ... Oh wait! I just did!" 

Alan laughed. 

She experimentally gurgled. "Mmmm. I'm still savoring the taste. Oh well, we'll just have to think of more naughty things I can do with you."

"Something like a titfuck?" suggested Alan, surprisingly boldly for him. He remembered Akami's "homework assignment," and could hardly think of someone more endowed to "practice" titfucks on. 

"I thought you'd never ask. I can hardly wait to get your big guy between my big gals. But unfortunately, we need to have a serious discussion before we have any more fun. I haven't had a chance to talk to you in complete privacy for a while. In short, I need to have some straight talk with you about your mother and sister." 

Uh-oh, Alan thought. But he just said, "Okay, sure. What's up?" 

"Regarding Katherine, how are things going with her? I've noticed how she's dressing more daringly lately, at least until Ron came home. Even that isn't slowing her down too much, and obviously she's getting a kick out of not wearing any undies around the house. Do you think she has any interest in directly helping you reach your daily targets? More importantly, do YOU have any interest in having her help you like that? Be honest with me, now." 

Although Alan was normally very honest with Suzanne and treated her like an aunt or even a second mother, he couldn't admit to her that he'd been getting physically intimate with his sister already. Strangely enough, it didn't bother him to have sex with his sister, but it did bother him to confess such a thing even to a close and kind confidante like Suzanne. 

Knowing that she was aware of some things already, he made a limited admission. "Yeah, she's been getting kind of... weird, lately. All of a sudden, I keep stumbling into her while she's wearing nightgowns and bikinis and stuff. You know what I mean? I mean... I mean, this is my sister I'm talking about! We use to play with Legos together." 

"What would you feel about having a more sexual relationship with her?" 

"Well, I have to admit that when she dresses all sexy, it's arousing. Heck most any time I look at her these days, it arouses me. But I'm still trying to wrap my head around it, you know? Can you get back to me on this? ... I mean it's not like I want to DO anything with her that would ruin my friendship with her..." 

"Don't worry. That's enough for now. I understand it's not easy to talk about this kind of stuff. I just want to remind you that there's nothing shameful in having her help you out with your medical treatment. In fact, if she volunteers, consider that as the loving and helpful gesture that it is. Okay?" 

"Okay." 

Suzanne thought, Perfect. That pot is cooking nicely without any stirring from me. They're both horny and attractive kids; things'll happen on their own without my nudging, I think. I always figured that while Katherine copied Susan's prudish dress, she hadn't really been brainwashed with all that religious mumbo jumbo that's warped her mother. I need to concentrate my efforts on Susan, the much trickier problem. 

Suzanne had no idea just how right she was that the siblings would develop a relationship without her help, now that her six times a day scheme had set things in motion. Had she known everything, she would have been a little miffed (mostly that she didn't get to do the honors in taking Alan's virginity), but overall their having sex was perfectly consistent with her larger goal of seducing the entire Plummer family. 

There was a long pause while Suzanne was thinking. Alan was thinking too, and out of the blue he asked, "Suzanne, I have a question. This may sound crazy, but lately I've been wondering about if maybe, just maybe, Sis and I might be really related. I mean, nobody knows for sure, right? And we were both adopted from the same adoption agency and we look close enough that it's possible we're real siblings. Wouldn't an adoption agency want to keep two siblings together?" 

Suzanne knew a lot more about the adoptions than she was willing to admit or even think about. "I suppose anything's possible. But why are you worrying about this now?" 

"Well, I'm just thinking, if we really ARE related, then wouldn't that make her helping me out more wrong? You were involved in the whole adoption thing pretty closely from what I understand. Mom never wants to talk about it; I think she likes to pretend we're her real children and the thing that would hurt her the most would be if Sis or I tried to look up our real parents. I have no interest in doing that, I just want to know if it's possible that Sis and I could be genetically related." 

Suzanne pondered that a long time before speaking. "It's true that I was deeply involved in the adoption process. Since Susan never told you the full story, now that you're eighteen and we've reached this new intimacy, I think it's time I tell you what I know. Okay?" 

"Okay." 

She thought, Well, at least as much as I'm willing to tell of the truth at the moment. Then she said, "Susan and Ron moved here about the same time as Eric and I did. It was a new suburb and all the neighbors were new. We didn't live next door yet - that happened after I came back from France - but we were just down the street. I'd just had Brad shortly after my graduation and I'd heard that Susan was trying to have a child. But her infertility problems were discovered very quickly and she was absolutely heartbroken about that. The way her parents raised her, there was nothing more important to her than having kids and being a good mother. Susan and Ron found out it could take years and years to be cleared to adopt, and that sent her into an even deeper depression." 

"Wow. I never knew any of this." 

"I know. She's got issues about it, still. But it's high time you learned. In any case, as you know, I like to scheme and my chief rule about scheming is to only do things that help others, or at the very least do no harm. So helping her to cut through the red tape is exactly the kind of scheme I live for, and I went at it with gusto. The fact is, it was all very unorthodox and I didn't go through any normal adoption agency. I used my Suzanne wiles, plus a great deal of luck, to get you into Susan's hands within months. I had no idea just how important this was for her. She treated me like she owed me her life - she was like a grateful puppy dog following me around everywhere for a while. That's what really got us started as being best friends. Then, when I did the same things to get Katherine adopted, her gratitude was even greater. She was so keen on making it up to me that it got downright annoying. I think she'd take a bullet for me, I really do." 

"God, that's amazing. So, in a way, you kind of had a hand in my conception too." 

Suzanne laughed. "Well, not your conception, but in you having the family that you have, then yes, absolutely. And I guess that's one reason why I've always felt a special bond with you two, almost like you're my own kids. As I said, I didn't realize the magnitude of what I was doing at the time, but in retrospect I sure am glad I did it. In fact, that turned out to be just about the best thing that ever happened to me. I can't even begin to imagine life without the Plummers." 

Alan pondered that, then said, "But still, that doesn't answer the question about if Sis and I could be real siblings. Do you know anything about that?" 

Suzanne chose her words wisely. She didn't want to lie about such an important matter to Alan, especially since she was already weighed down with guilt over her other lies to him. On the other hand, she had very good reasons not to be completely forthcoming. So she said honestly, "Look. As you know, I tend to believe the ends justifies the means. In helping the adoptions happen the way they did, I did some things that weren't exactly kosher. In so doing, I made a vow to someone to never tell anyone exactly what I did unless I had their permission first. I still have to hold to that and I can't even tell you. In fact, I especially can't tell you. I'm sorry, but I have my own moral code, strange though it is, and I have to keep to that." 

"Okay, I understand. But... dang! So... it's still possible that Sis and I are genetically related though, right?" 

"In theory, yes, but think about your birthdays. Some poor woman would have had to have you then turn around and get pregnant almost immediately. We're talking the same month that she gave birth! What are the odds of that? But if you're really curious, don't ask me. Get a DNA test done. That'll put your mind at rest and I won't have to break any promises." 

"But you do know, right? You know but you just can't say?" 

Suzanne grimaced. "You're getting me in hot water here. Anything I say you could result in you leaping to conclusions by reading or misreading implications. I'm going to have to get all lawyerly on you and say that I can neither confirm nor deny if I would even be in a position to know something like that." 

Seeing that Suzanne was clamming up on the topic, Alan pondered everything she had revealed. He wondered what he would really want as far as who his parents were and his relation with his sister. For some reason, Katherine's recent sexual joking around about getting pregnant stuck in his mind. If Sis really is my genetic sister, we could never have children. She'd be crushed! There are so many things to think about with this. I have a feeling though that if we were really siblings, something would have come out about it already. Suzanne must know, and she's never so much as dropped a hint in that direction, plus she was heavily hinting against it just now. 

The thing is, maybe I don't want to know. At least, not yet. I can always do that DNA testing someday, but Lord knows I've got more than enough going on in my life at the moment. And I'd have to ask Sis about it, too. Maybe she'd just want to let the mystery be. In any case, I think I'll hold off on telling her until things calm down a bit around here. 

CHAPTER 6 

Eager to switch topics, Suzanne said, "Now, the main reason I want to have a frank chat with you is your mother. You can't say that you have trouble with her helping you achieve orgasm 'cos she's done it lots of time already, especially on that fateful Tuesday, and it was obvious you had a hell of a great day then. Didn't you?" 

Alan was embarrassed to admit his incestuous lusts, now that it came to it. "Well, yeah, but... I mean, how could I resist? Aunt Suzy, you know what Mom looks like! She's as much a voluptuous sexpot as you are. In fact, in terms of physical dimensions you two could be identical twins, except she doesn't have your long tongue. I know it's wrong and I should feel ashamed, but Jesus! Aunt Suzy, I can't help that she's my mom, it's just that she's so..." 

"I know," Suzanne said. "I'm not finding fault with you, not one bit. In fact, the very fact that she's your mother makes her help all the more stimulating, doesn't it?" 

Alan blushed and turned away. 

Suzanne laughed. "What? You're acting just like her. You know it's true, I know it's true, everyone knows it's true. So what's the big deal?" 

He looked back her way just in time to notice her making a significant head nod towards his crotch. He looked down at his naked body and saw that his penis was fully erect. He blushed even more and turned away again. 

"Sweetie! What's the deal?! You KNOW that I don't mind you getting intimate with her; in fact, I'm cheering you on about it. I can't help you with your problem all the time every day; you just cum too often and I'm not over at your home enough hours of the day to always be there for you. I've been doing everything in my power to get Susan to see the light that it would be an all around good thing for everyone if she helps you like that. It would be a lot easier for me to convince her of that if you'd be able to talk about this freely and we could work together as a team." 

Alan still looked away. "Thanks, Suzanne. I understand all that on an intellectual level, but to actually talk about my doing stuff with her with another person? It's hard." 

She leered at his crotch and ribbed him, "I can see that. Here, perhaps this will put you in the right mood to talk." She reached out and started to fondle his erection. She added in an evil Russian accent, "Ve haf veys of makink you talk!" 

Alan laughed. "You do, that's for sure. Okay, let's talk." 

He looked like he was struggling to say more, so Suzanne just stayed silent and looked at him expectantly while stroking his rod. 

Finally, he said, "It's not just the incest factor that makes me reluctant to talk with you about this. It's also the sense that you and I are going behind her back and plotting to corrupt her. That makes me uneasy. She's not only my mother, she's like my best pal in the whole world, maybe even more than you or Sis!" 

Suzanne was touched, even though the answer was frustrating. "That's sweet, Sweetie. I hope you remember though that what we're doing is not some selfish thing, or some kind of fiendish plot. What we're doing is going to benefit her as much as it'll benefit you, if not more so. I know for a fact that she literally has had more climaxes since you started your treatment than she's had in her entire life up to that point! No exaggeration. She was a very nice and lively gal before, but it almost seems to me like she's only really come fully alive since she started assisting you. There's a sparkle in her eye and an extra spring in her step, did you notice?" 

"Of course I did. But other times I see her struggling and suffering and it hurts me so much." 

"Well, that's why we have to speed things up! She has to throw away those silly hang-ups her parents and the church put in her head that make her feel so guilty and anguished. We need to work together to get her over that stuff as soon as possible. Then everything will be glorious and nothing but fun for you and her." 

"I know, I know. But I just can't do anything that smacks of plotting. I started telling her some half-truths and big time exaggerations lately, and I just don't want to do deeper down the secrecy route. If she were to ask me if we're talking about these things together, what would I say? More lies! I can't do that." 

Suzanne frowned, but said, "Okay. I can respect that. It makes things a bit more difficult that way, but I like a good challenge. We are in agreement that we both want your mother blowing you and stroking you on a daily basis, aren't we?" 

She gave his penis some extra attention as she said this, switching techniques unexpectedly. 

Alan nearly blew his load, but just managed to clamp down with his newfound PC muscle control. "Jeeeesus!" He panted, recovering, and then said, "Yes, Aunt Suzy, yes. God, yes! That would be sweet!" 

"Okay then. Here's the plan. I'm not going to openly plan stuff with you since that smacks too much of conspiratorial plotting. But if a situation happens to arise between you and her, you can roll with the punches and follow my lead or my advice, right?" 

"Yeah, sure. That would be different. I don't have a problem with that." 

"Good. Because things are at a delicate stage with her right now. You know how she was drifting back to the comfort and security of her prudish ways even before Ron got here, but his being underfoot just makes it all much worse. I keep trying to encourage her and draw her out, but she's struggling with it. If you push her too far too fast by taking too many sexual liberties with her, it could backfire, big time." 

"So what am I supposed to do?!" he yelped. It was becoming harder and harder for him to talk, given the way Suzanne was stroking him. Unfortunately, for him, she by contrast was talking just fine and kept expecting him to respond coherently. 

"Just play it cool, go with the flow, and don't do anything too drastic. Most importantly, try to steer clear of her pussy. It's the fear of having intercourse with you that is easily the biggest mental block she has to letting go and enjoying herself. But you screwed up on that last Tuesday, from what I understand, so it'll take some time to prove you can be trusted there." 

"Dang! I know! I feel like shit about that, but it's just so hard not to think it! God dammit, sliding into her tight slit would be so fuckin' great!" 

Suzanne laughed. "I thought you had a hard time talking about that kind of stuff." 

The fact was, since he was on the edge of orgasm his sexual thoughts were flowing freely and he wasn't censoring himself as much as usual.

He was feeling bad about saying that though, but before he could say anything more, she said, "If you really have to think about sliding this big fat thing into someone's hot slit, why not think about doing that with mine? Now, I'm not saying we can do that because I have my moral code too and I've explicitly promised Susan that isn't going to happen. At least not yet. Who knows what the future might bring, though. Imagine boning and banging your big-titted auntie's hot box on a daily basis!" 

"Oh God! NO!" The reason Alan cried "no" was because he was slipping over the edge, losing control of his urge to cum. He was practically doubled over he was fighting it so hard, but it looked like a lost cause. 

Suzanne though didn't want him to climax just yet, because she had plans for him before he did. So she grasped at the base of his penis and squeezed tightly while trying to make it seem just like some extra vigorous stroking. At the same time, she tapped him on the perineum (the space between his anus and his dick), a little-known technique that sometimes worked to delay climax. 

Alan felt the surge pass. "Whew! Oh my GOD that was close! Suzy please, don't touch me another second or I'll blow!" 




Six Times a Day Pt. 11



She obligingly let go. She didn't like being called just "Suzy" since every time he called her "Aunt" it made her feel more like his real aunt, but she let that go too because she knew he literally wasn't thinking. 

He flopped back down on the bed like he'd been shot. His erection still poked straight up and it twitched wildly. It was still touch and go and an intense struggle not to cum just yet. 

Suzanne just watched for a bit, both impressed at his determination to keep going and amused at his twitching dick, thoroughly soaked with pre-cum. 

She finally said, "You know what I'm thinking about?" 

"What?" he gasped. 

"A trombone. You know how a trombone is a big long thing that slides back and forth? That's what I'm picturing. Kind of like YOUR big long thing sliding in and out of my tight twat." 

He closed his eyes and groaned. "Gaaawwd!" 

Suzanne snickered because his penis, already lively, twitched even more frantically after she said that. 

This is fun! she thought to herself. These are the good times. True, if he and I schemed together we could have more fun faster, but in a way having to change Susan's way of thinking without any overt help could be an even more exciting challenge than with his help. Speaking of which, it's time to get the ball rolling. 

"Sweetie, I'm gonna go take a short bathroom break. It's probably good timing, because now that you got me thinking about your big tool pulsing and throbbing and how it could fill me up deep inside, anything I say isn't likely to help you recover. I'm probably just going to end up talking more about the way your eight manly inches would make me scream to the heavens as you coat the insides of my pussy with your seed." 

Alan whimpered miserably. 

She chuckled. "So I'll be back in a few, okay?" 

Alan just turned to look at her and nodded. He was in agony, but it was an amazingly pleasurable agony. He was riding a buzz right on the edge and didn't even have to touch himself to stay teetering on the edge of a dizzying high. If he actually climaxed, he'd really regret it. 

CHAPTER 7 

Suzanne got up and left the room. She'd heard the garage door open and close a few minutes earlier (Alan didn't notice since he was so out of it he could barely string a coherent sentence together). She knew that had to be Susan, returning from the same party she had left earlier to be with Alan. 

Suzanne did really have to use the bathroom, but she also had the goal of luring Susan into Alan's room to further break down her resistance. Wearing nothing but her black thong, high heels, and a few dollops of cum on her face from Alan's first climax, she went to the bathroom across the hall from Alan's room. She took out the roll of toilet paper next to the toilet seat and put it away in a cabinet so she'd have an excuse not to use that bathroom. 

Then she walked down to the bathroom adjoining Susan's bedroom. She'd heard Susan milling about in there, which fit in perfectly with her plans. She knocked on Susan's door and then opened it up before Susan could answer it. 

Susan was in the middle of undressing from the clothes she wore at the party. Standing in just her underwear, she turned to the door and shrieked, "Suzanne! What are you doing?!"

"Oh, didn't you hear me? I guess I was knocking too quietly at first. In any case, the other bathroom is out of toilet paper so I was wondering if I could use this one." She was pleased as punch that Susan was getting undressed; she had waited the exact right amount of time from when she'd heard Susan's car arrive. She gloated, A perfect scheme, perfectly timed! Heh-heh! 

"Oh. I see. Well, sure, but could you give me some privacy, please?" 

Suzanne could have headed to the bathroom, but she just stood there at the door, staring at Susan. "Sure. Sorry. But I figure it's really no big deal, is it? I mean, it's just between us girls, right? Besides, take a look at me. I just came - in more senses than one - from having your son's dick sliding in and out of my mouth, so there's not much point in modesty, is there?" 

"No, I suppose not..." Susan still held a shirt she was about to put on, but she was frozen with paralysis. She looked at Suzanne stretched out in a sexy pose, acting and looking like some kind of sex goddess come to Earth. Her eyes were particularly glued to the white gobs on Suzanne's face. 

Susan raised a hand to her own cheek. "Um... I think you have something right here." She pointed on her cheek where the spot was on Suzanne's. 

Suzanne crossed the room to where Susan stood. "Do I? Oh, it's probably just some of Alan's cum. He shoots so much that I never seem able to swallow it all. I can never get enough of his sweet seed, but it would be greedy of me to take all of it. Do you want to clean it off for me?" 

Susan protested indignantly, "Suzanne!" 

But Suzanne teased her encouragingly, "I won't tell!" 

"It's so improper." 

"But so yummy. Oh well. Your loss." Suzanne licked up the gob Susan had been pointing out and scooped it into her mouth. She made a face of supreme satisfaction while she savored it. She deliberately left some other gobs dangling to tempt Susan some more. 

The anguish on Susan's face was obvious as she watched the gob disappear. 

Then Suzanne said, "By the way, what do you think you're doing?" 

"I'm just changing clothes from the party. What's wrong with that?" 

"Nothing, but it looks like you're about to put a top on without removing your undies first. What's up with that? What about our 'no undies' agreement?" 

Susan stuttered, "Well, yeah, but Ron will be home later." 

Suzanne spoke firmly yet with feigned confusion. "I don't remember anything in the agreement about exceptions for husbands. We are to dress to sexually arouse our son, er, I meant your son. Period. Our wearing underwear does not help him empty his balls into our throats, so we don't wear them. Period. Unless of course he asks us to dress that way, and then we must do as he says. What part of that do you have trouble with?" 

Susan pouted, "You're making it sound like, in theory, that Alan has total control over what clothes I wear." 

"Yes. And what clothes you don't wear. So? Are you not willing to help him with visual stimulation?" 

"Well, I am, but... Well, I dunno. For one thing, I don't want Ron to suspect." 

They were standing in front of Susan's closet. Suzanne stepped forward and picked out a white blouse. It was thick and frumpy looking. "Here. Then wear this. Sure, there'll be a whole lot of bouncin' goin' on, but Ron won't know enough to suspect a thing. But at the same time, Alan will know what to look for and he'll see that you're properly obeying his orders. That'll make him so stiff and happy that he'll wish it was your mouth he was shooting a load into next time." 

Alan in fact had never given orders to anyone about not wearing underwear, but Suzanne knew what to say to appeal to Susan's submissive side. 

Suzanne stood there and watched while Susan meekly changed into the white blouse Suzanne had picked out for her. 

It shamed Susan to stand naked while being closely observed changing, but it also turned her on. All the while, she complained about how unfair and underhanded it was to Ron, but Suzanne always had an answer to her objections.

When Susan was done putting on the blouse (but still naked below the waist), she turned to Suzanne again and it fully registered what her friend was wearing. "Hey! Who are you to talk about the no undies rule? You're wearing panties too. True, they're thongs, but those still count." 

Suzanne looked down at herself and said, "You're right. I was wearing those as protection while I was blowing Alan, since you'd asked me to at least wear panties while doing that. But you make an excellent point that that's hypocritical. The only time we should wear panties or any other clothes is if it helps him spew fountains of cum all over us." Without further ado, she pulled her black thong off and tossed it aside. 

Susan immediately rushed over, picked it up, and handed it back to her. She didn't want Ron wondering about mysterious thongs lying on the floor that were soaked in someone else's pussy juice. But by this time, Susan's chest was heaving with arousal and she was so flustered that she didn't have anything to say. 

With a happy "Thanks," Suzanne went off to Susan's bathroom. 

By the time Suzanne came back, Susan was fully dressed in the white blouse and a long black skirt. 

Susan asked her best friend, "Do I have to stay dressed like this even after Ron comes home? I feel so naked. Even though I look dressed out the outside, I feel like I'm completely exposed." 

"But of course. Do you think Alan's needs suddenly stop when Ron is here? I've been tolerant of your slack attitude about wearing underwear around Ron these past few days, but you really need to keep your end of your agreements." 

"Do you think it's noticeable that I'm naked under my blouse and skirt?" Susan shifted her weight back and forth, causing her breasts to wobble wildly inside her shirt. 

It was blatantly obvious to anyone with eyes that see that Susan wasn't wearing a bra. Admittedly, it was a very confining blouse, but Susan was so endowed that even heavy bras didn't slow her down much, and when she wore no bra and had stiffly aroused nipples besides, no blouse could hide the bouncy party going on underneath. 

But Suzanne raised a hand to her mouth and struck a thoughtful pose as she stared at Susan turning this way and that. "I don't know," she finally said, blatantly lying. "It's hard to tell. You can't really ask me because I already know you're bra-less. You need an impartial observer." 

Suzanne's eyes lit up as she pretended to have a Eureka moment. "I know! Put your high heels on - the spiky black ones - and ask Alan. You know he'll give you his honest opinion. I'll see you there in a few minutes." 

Suzanne hurried down the hallway, knocked on Alan's door, and let herself inside. She saw that Alan was just how he was when he left, lying on his bed with his erection pointing straight up. 

She hurried to him, asking, "How you feeling, Sweetie? Rested?" 

"Yeah. I'm still pretty close to the edge, but I'm okay. Look how it still sticks up so hard and high all on its own, even as I'm lying down. I didn't even know penises could defy gravity like that." 

"Mmmm. Looks tasty." The buxom red-head dropped to her knees at the edge of the bed and started licking. 

She deliberately limited herself to licking because she wanted to be free to talk. Between licks, she said, "By the way, Susan will be here any second to ask you about what she's wearing. No need to stop what we're doing, just act casual and roll with the punches, okay?" 

"Okay! ... But, uh, Mom's been having issues with this kind of thing. How do we know where her current boundaries lie?" 

"We don't. Truth is, they're shifting all the time. But I got her pretty horny just now so I think she'll be pretty flexible, even though she might not look that way at first. Remember: stay relaxed, and follow my lead." 

"Okay." Alan closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. He left the thinking to Suzanne. She was very good at that.

CHAPTER 8

It only took a minute for Susan to put her high heels on. She wasn't exactly sure why she needed them, but Suzanne had been touting high heels so much lately that she felt better and sexier having them on. And she saw the hungry way Alan looked at her when she wore them (though to be honest he looked at her like he was a staving man and she was an eight course dinner nearly all the time, no matter what she was wearing). 

However, she hesitated before leaving her room. She paced around, thinking, I don't know. I just don't know! It's true I need to check if this top looks improper, but Suzanne's been acting so strange lately. If I go in there, there's no telling just WHAT kind of lewd and licentious behavior might be going on! She could be stroking his lovely member, or blowing it, or, or.. worse! 

And since when did Tiger get total say over what I can wear? I sure wish I would have understood that when I agreed to this no panties rule. I guess it's too late now. I just hope he doesn't abuse the rule. I mean, we also could be eating as a family at dinner, with Ron there too, and Alan could just announce out of the blue, "Mom. Strip. Now." And then I'd have to stand up and take all my clothes off! Ron would see I hadn't been wearing any underwear in the first place. What could I say to my husband then? The worst part of it is that I know the whole thing would get me so uncontrollably horny that I'd probably drop to my knees and stuff my son's monstrous member deep down my throat, even if he didn't ask me to! 

Oh dear. I getting all wet again. That's another problem with this no undies rule. I'm staining all my clothes and just about every chair I sit on. I'm going to have to ask Suzanne what to do about that. 

What if the solution is to just go completely bare assed and sit only on plastic chairs? God, that makes me so HOT! My bare pussy would be creaming just about everywhere I go! Heck, it already is, the only difference would be going naked all the time. Heck, even that wouldn't be so different, the way Tiger is always talking me out of my clothes. Oh! So hot! 

I should really wait and calm down before I go in there. On the other hand, the longer I wait, the more likely Suzanne will be up to something sinful and naughty. 

She decided to take deep breaths and slowly count to ten before leaving her room. However, that hardly helped at all and she was panting with excitement before she even reached Alan's door. 

She knocked. "Tiger? You in there?" 

"Yeah, Mom!" Alan shouted back. 

Suzanne doubted anyone could hear through the door, but she whispered just to be safe, "Sweetie, that's her. Finally. Now, I don't want to plot with you, but just keep in mind it would be a good thing if you could steer the conversation around to ordering her to take her clothes off." 

"What?!" he whispered back. 

"Can I come in?" Susan asked through the door. "Are you decent?" 

"Sure." 

Susan cautiously opened the door. She gasped in surprise at the sight of Suzanne kneeling before him while she lovingly stroked his slippery erection. Suzanne's head was bent down and she was alternately licking and blowing on it, too. 

"Suzanne! What's going on here?!"

Suzanne was grateful Susan had taken some extra minutes to arrive, because that gave her the excuse to say what she did. "What does it look like?" She smiled, as calm as can be. "Just helping Alan with his problem. You took so long that I didn't think you were coming. Do you mind?"

"D-d-d-d-do I mind?" Susan's eyes were fixated on Alan's firm erection. Suzanne had cleverly positioned herself to make sure Susan had a good view from the door. 

Susan's anger morphed into a too-long suppressed hunger for cock. After nearly a minute, a very long minute, she snapped out of it enough to reply, "Yes! Of course I mind!"

"And why should that be?" Suzanne calmly asked and then finally deigned to look up at Susan. Suzanne deliberately hadn't even broken stride as she stroked Alan's thick tool. Even as she talked, she kept licking and blowing on it. 

Alan just kept his head low and tried to stay out of any argument.

However, Susan turned on him. "Son, you said you were decent?! You call this decent?!" 

Alan looked down at himself. "Well, I am still wearing a T-shirt. I would be pretty decent if it wasn't for what Suzanne's doing to me." It was a lame answer, but the only one he could think of since his IQ dropped about in half when Suzanne was doing to him what she was doing right now. 

There was another pause. Susan was too transfixed by the handjob plus the licking to think. Finally she nervously asked, "What if it wasn't me who walked in? I mean, what I mean is, what if it had been my husband or Katherine or, or, or... your daughter who walked in here? Especially my husband? What would you have said?"

"That wouldn't have happened," Suzanne replied matter-of-factly while she continued to lazily stroke Alan's rod. She didn't even particularly look in Susan's direction or seemingly pay attention to her presence much. "I knew it would be you. Obviously if it was someone else, I would have stopped. Did you forget what you came here for?" 

Suzanne returned her gaze to the penis right in front of her face, and caressed it lovingly. She let out a big breath of air onto Alan's spongy penis head, causing him to shiver all over. 

Susan found herself walking further into the room. The fear of getting caught gave her the presence of mind to at least close the door behind her, and she did. She closed her eyes and said, "Um, I just won't look. Anyway, the reason I came in was to ask you a question, Tiger. Do you notice anything unusual about the way I'm dressed?" 

Alan had been luxuriating in Suzanne's ministrations so much that he hadn't been paying much attention to Susan's appearance after noticing she was wearing her frumpy old-styled clothes. But now he gave her a more thorough visual examination. 

The first thing he noticed was that Susan's chest was heaving up and down so much that it was almost like she was lightly jumping. He saw her hard nipples poking out and knew immediately that she was bra-less. He decided she was worth checking out after all. 

Before he said anything, Susan asked, "Do you think... Er... What do you think Ron would think of this?" 

Alan knew that Susan wanted a certain answer, but he didn't know what it was. He wished Suzanne could have clued him in a bit more, after all. He decided to use the old psychologist trick of stalling for time by answering a question with a question. "What do YOU think?" 

Susan found herself staring at him again, and her eyes ended up glued to his crotch. Belatedly realizing this, she turned away and said, "I can't do this. I'd better come back later when you two are done. How can I hold a conversation with you when you're ... you're... doing you-know-what!"

"Doing what?" Suzanne asked with false cluelessness. She talked in an exaggeratedly breathy manner, which meant every word she said nearly popped Alan's cork.

"You know what I mean!" She pointed with her finger at Alan's crotch. "That! Your hand is pumping... Your fist is around his... And your tongue doing... Breathy... You know! His thing!" Her words came out more like pants. 

"What thing?" Suzanne loved to play dumb.

"His member. His penis! You know - his great big pumping and throbbing... Well, his erection!" Susan's eyes were bugged eyed now as she blatantly stared. Her chest was heaving even more than before, if such a thing was possible. It was like she was jogging in place, yet her legs kept mostly still, aside from some nervous shifting back and forth. It was caused just from all her panting plus minimum support.

"Oh. His erection. If you feel that way, then fine. I'll just finish up here, then, so we can talk after that. Or would you rather that I stop and you take over? My hands are getting so tired. It seems his penis is insatiable."

Susan licked her lips unconsciously and her eyes opened even wider. "Um, no, you can finish." 

"Oh goody! That's so generous of you to give me his sweet, sweet love nectar. Sweetie, are you ready to cum?"

"Oh, yes!" was all a barely-coherent Alan could manage in reply.

Suzanne began to rub him more vigorously. Since he had been on the edge of an orgasm so long, it didn't take him much to cross over. "Then be a dear, Sweetie, and cum. Did you hear your mother? She wants you to cum for her." 

She tried to think of where he should deposit his cum, but realized there wasn't a good place that would satisfy Susan's prudish side. "Quick, Susan, where should he cum?" she finally asked.




Six Times a Day Pt. 11



Susan was still transfixed; her eyes still wide open. At first the question didn't even register. Then she started thinking about all the places she would want it. The chest is good. I remember when he splashed a big sticky rope right on my left nipple. But the face is better. And the mouth! Right in the mouth!

But Suzanne said, "Too late! Sweetie, aim for my face!" 

Alan shot his load towards Suzanne's face from several inches away. His hot semen shot straight towards her cheek like a rocket and splattered there. 

But after the first two shots of cum squirted out, Suzanne opened her mouth wide and quickly redirected its aim with her hand so that it mostly went inside her mouth instead. 

She also closed the distance until her mouth was almost on his prick, like she had leaned into a drinking fountain for a delicious, cool drink. She took most of the rest of his many ropes without making much more of a mess.

"There, that wasn't so messy, was it?" Suzanne said as she stood up and faced Susan. She smiled at her friend as she ran her fingers over her face, swept up Alan's gobs of cum, and slowly sucked them into her mouth. She repeatedly licked her fingers like she was cleaning them of a delicious barbeque sauce.

Susan's mouth just opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. She unconsciously clenched her legs together because her pussy pulsed with a mind of its own. She staggered backwards and propped herself against a wall. Then she climaxed, despite being fully dressed and not touching any of her privates. Her entire body trembled. 

Suzanne noticed, but pretended that she hadn't. Not giving Susan any chance to recover, she said, "Okay, now that's done, Susan, you can ask your question." 

"What? Oh... Question?" She was out of it. It was like she'd been swept away in a raging river of lust and she still hadn't found her bearings and come back to shore. 

Alan too was wiped out, but he decided he'd better keep the conversation going before Susan fully recovered from what was an obvious orgasm, and possibly slipped back into her prudish mode. He said, "Mom, you were asking me about your outfit. Did I think if Ron would like it. Sure. Why wouldn't he like it?" 

Flustered and still panting, she asked, "No. I meant, is there anything odd that Ron might notice?" 

"Oh. You mean, like the way you're not wearing any underwear?" 

Susan gasped in horror. "You noticed?!" 

Alan was surprised Susan could think there was any question in the matter. He started to reply, "Well..." But then he remembered Suzanne's suggestion that he order Susan to take her clothes off. He didn't understand what that was about, but he knew Suzanne's suggestions led to good things and he was always delighted to see Susan naked, even if he'd just climaxed and his penis at least couldn't enjoy it as much as usual. 

He didn't have the heart to order her around, but he said, "Prove it. Why don't you take it all off so we can see if you are or not?" 

Susan's hands reflexively flew up to her chest. "You want me to take my clothes off?! All of them?" 

Alan looked at Suzanne, who gave him an encouraging nod. He turned back to Susan and grinned. "Yeah." It wasn't exactly an order, but it was about as close to one as the polite Alan could get with his mother. 

Susan's hands trembled as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Meanwhile, she said angrily, "I don't know WHAT'S going on around here. Everywhere I look, there's stroking and sucking and nudity. Sinfulness and depravity at every turn! What would my husband think if he could see me now? Answer me that! Are you happy? Are you trying to make me lose my mind? Well, I hope you're happy because I think I have!" 

But while she sounded angry, her body told a different story. She was taking her clothes off under duress, but at the same time with enthusiasm. She had a pained and fierce look on her face, but she also had an extra wiggle in her hip, and an extra and proud up-thrust to her chest.

After opening her blouse wide to expose her tits, she left the blouse on. She turned around, pulled her skirt up, and thrust her ass up in the air. Swaying her ass back and forth provocatively, she complained, "Look! I'm not wearing any undies! No panties, no bra. Are you satisfied? Can I end this degrading humiliation now?" 

Alan didn't like to hear words like "degrading humiliation" from his mother and was going to tell her to stop. 

However, Suzanne was still sitting before him watching the spectacle too, and she sensed his mood. She grabbed his arm right away so he looked at her and she caught his eye. Knowing what he was thinking, she shook her head no. 

Then Suzanne spoke for him. "Susan, Alan here told you to take your clothes off. I think that was a clear command. And look! I can hardly believe it, but he's hard YET AGAIN! This is the third time in less than an hour! See what you do to him, Susan?" 

Alan didn't feel like he was commanding anyone to do anything and he didn't want his mother feeling bad, much less humiliated. So he said encouragingly, "Yeah, Mom. I can't believe it either, but it's true. You make me so stiff, all the time. I love how you're so willing to help me out. Thanks for always being- OH GOD! JESUS H. CHRIST!" 

He suddenly cried out because right then Suzanne bend over and without warning, took his new erection in her mouth. Not only that, but in one fell swoop she took it all the way in to the base. Technically it was a deep throat because she went past her gag reflex, but she immediately pulled back to where she was only sucking on about half on it, so Alan wasn't sure if she could deep throat him or not. 

Susan was still bent over with her legs spread, reluctantly showing her son her wet pussy and yet gladly wiggling her ass, when she heard the scream. She immediately pulled back up and turned around to find out what was happening. 

She complained as she took off the rest of her clothes, "AGAIN?! SuzaaaaAAAAaanne! Don't you ever take that thing out of your mouth? Please, some dignity! Spare me!" 

Suzanne was just starting to hit a good bobbing rhythm, but she immediately stopped and pulled off. "'Spare me,' you said? Okay, I'll spare this load for you. It's only fair since I had the last two. Tiger, do you want your mother to finish sucking your cock?" 

"Do I ever! Sweetness! Thanks, Mom! You're the best." 

Susan stood there naked but for her high heels, her arms crossed under her chest in an unconsciously boob boosting pose. She was trying to be angry, but she was too aroused to do it well. "Now hold on a minute. You know I can't do that. I'm a married woman! My husband could be home any minute! Oh my goodness, he could! Suzanne, when is he supposed to be back?" 

"You told me not until dinner," Suzanne answered. "You have time for a nice long suck." She stroked Alan's erection with one hand, but at the same time she was pointing it directly at Susan and offering it to her. 

Susan exclaimed with indignation, "Suzanne, I forbid this behavior in this house! I forbid it!" But even as Susan said this, she felt her pussy tingle more urgently with delight. Her whole body tingled and her nipples in particular demanded to be squeezed and sucked. She was filled with the desire to throw caution to the wind and fling herself across the room so she could wrap her lips around her son's proud rod. It was only the fear of Ron coming home and catching her that held her back. 

Suzanne still had a few gobs of cum on her face from Alan's first climax and a lot more from his second climax. Now that Susan was staring at Suzanne (since her face was still inches from the top of Alan's dick and in fact was still blowing lightly on it) she was electrified by seeing all that dripping cum. She wanted to be painted just like that with her son's sperm. And if she couldn't have that, at the very least she had the urge to help Suzanne lick the cum off of her face. She ran her own hands over her own face, as if feeling for cum gobs there.

She thought, It feels so good to be naked in front of my son. But I really won't feel right until I have him cum in my tummy and more on my face! Then my Tiger will know for sure that I'm his and only his. 

Suzanne changed Susan's meaning by correcting, "No cocksucking Alan's big erection in front of you when your husband is in danger of coming home. Fair enough. I can agree to that." Seeing the hungry look in Susan's eyes, she added, "But what are we going to do about all this cum? As you know, really the only way to get rid of his cum is to eat it. He keeps filling my mouth to the brim. I've got so much sperm in my tummy that I feel full. Would you like to take care of the leftovers on my face? I feel greedy eating all of it." She scooped a big gob of cum off of her cheek and presented the gob-soaked finger to Susan.

"Um... No... Yummy... No... I really shouldn't..." Susan blushed a deep red, and closed her eyes in embarrassment. She covered her pussy with her hands and was shocked to feel how wet and swampy she was down there. Her pussy pulsed hard in time to her heartbeat. 

"Okay then. More for me!" Suzanne laughed with glee, as if she didn't have a care in the world. She swiped another gob into her mouth and acted so delighted at the taste that it looked like a huge orgasm hit her. 

Susan stared back and forth between Alan's stiff erection (still being held and lightly stroked) and Suzanne's cum soaked face. With her hands over her pussy her big urge right now was to finger herself and reach the climax she felt to be so close at hand. 

But with her last shreds of willpower, she wordlessly opened the door and staggered off to her bedroom. She was almost too weak in the knees to walk and the hallway seemed to shift around on its own as if she was drunk. 

She finally made it to her room, slammed the door shut, and fell to the ground. With a loud cry that Alan and Suzanne could easily hear, she plunged three fingers into her hot box and got the orgasmic satisfaction she desperately needed. 

Then she got up to cool herself off with a cold shower. As her orgasmic high faded, feelings of shame and humiliation welled up. She realized with embarrassment that she'd left her blouse and skirt on the floor of Alan's bedroom and prayed that Suzanne would take care of that before Ron found out. She was too frightened to go back to Alan's room for fear of losing control. 

After Susan left, Suzanne was all smiles. She licked her way all around Alan's penis head a couple of times and then looked up into his eyes. "Good job, Sweetie. That went just as I'd hoped. Now we've got all these inches of cock to take care of. So very many inches of mouthwatering fuck meat! Whatever will I do with them?" Showing remarkable agility, she wrapped her long tongue halfway around his shaft and stroked it up and down, just like it was a finger. 

Alan just groaned and sighed contentedly as Suzanne unleashed her incredible oral talents on him.

CHAPTER 9

That evening, Ron came home and the whole Plummer family had dinner together. In the end, Susan had spoken to Alan and he'd given her permission to wear a bra and panties while Ron was there. She felt relieved, but ironically it didn't help reduce her arousal much. Even though she was fully dressed, she kept imagining what it would be like to not have any underwear on when she was around him. Would he find out? Would he notice? What kind of humiliating things might Alan "force" her to do around him? She was so distracted and fidgety that everyone made note of it, even Ron. 

But after dinner, Ron left the house to spend time with some business partners. Alan and Katherine both had plans with their friends too, so Susan was left temporarily alone. 

But not for long. Suzanne came over and tried her best to build on what Susan had seen earlier in the day and get Susan even more sexually excited for her son. Suzanne realized that every time Susan had an intense sexual experience with her son, there was always a backlash. But she was getting better at being there at the right time and talking with her extensively to minimize the intensity of the backlash. 

The truth was, Suzanne could talk Eskimos into buying refrigerators, and then sell them some snow to put in it. Because Susan trusted Suzanne implicitly, she didn't even comprehend what was happening. For instance, that morning Susan had woken with a vague understanding that all the females frequenting the Plummer house would try not to wear underwear, to help Alan with visual stimulation. By the time Suzanne was done with her post-dinner talk, Susan was convinced that Alan had issued an ironclad order that gave him complete control over what Susan could wear or not wear. To wear underwear without getting permission at least from Suzanne, or better, Alan, was now all but unthinkable. 

But no matter what Suzanne said or did, she still had huge hurdles to overcome. It was like the myth of Sisyphus, where every time a bolder was pushed to the top of a mountain it would roll back down again and one would have to start all over. Susan believed deep down that incest was wrong and adultery was wrong. Suzanne could get Susan to lose control for a little while, but Susan's underlying guilt simply would not go away. 

This distressed Suzanne because she genuinely wanted her best friend to be happy. She felt that curing her from her "religious mumbo jumbo" beliefs was the key to her happiness, and she longed to finally unchain Susan's sexuality and let it loose, the way Suzanne loved living a sexually uninhibited life. She vowed to keep pushing and pushing until she could make a permanent change in Susan's psyche, using Susan's lust for her son as the main lever. 

After they'd talked a while on a big range of issues, Suzanne pointed out, "It won't be long now until your husband leaves."

"I know. Thursday. Yet another short trip." After a long pause, Susan admitted, "You know, I can't say I'll be sad to see him go, especially finding out about his cheating. In fact, I'm counting the days. By the way, just how are you so sure about that? He's my husband, and now that the initial shock is over, I think it's only fair that you tell me." 

Suzanne didn't want to tell Susan the whole truth; she knew Susan still wasn't ready for that. But she decided to tell her a mostly true account of some of it. "Well, as you know, I've cheated on my husband for years now. And maybe there's truth in the saying that it takes one to know one. I could just tell. His sexual neglect of you, for instance, was such a huge sign. So finally, I decided to check my suspicions. I figured what he was doing took place out of town since he's so rarely in town in the first place. So I did a little snooping around your house - sorry about that, by the way - and I found some of his old cell phone bills. There were lots of phone calls overseas and I'm sure you never gave the numbers on them a second thought." 

"No. He has to call people all over the world as part of his work." 

"I know. But I called up a few of the Thailand ones at random using a wrong number type ruse. Can you think of any reason why he has to call massage parlors? Frankly, some of the places didn't even use the pretense of pretending to be a massage parlor." 

Susan held her hands over her open mouth and gasped. "Really?!" 

"Would I lie to you?" Remembering all her recent lies to her best friend, she said, "Well, okay, to tell the truth I do tell little white lies here and there. But I would never lie about something like this, I swear to God. We can even go to the den and look 'cos I'm sure there are more bills that'll show the same. The thing is, he knows how trusting you are, so he's sloppy. He hardly even bothers to cover his tracks." 

"How long have you known?" 

"Well, to be honest, I've all but known for years. You marriage has just been so... off. But I didn't actually check the phone bills until shortly after he left last time. That was what? Nine months ago?" 

"Why didn't you tell me last Monday?!" 

"Well, I thought about it, but the fact was I didn't think you were ready. Think how devastated you would have been. But then, when Alan's medical treatment started, that changed things. And when Ron unexpectedly came back, that forced my hand. I wasn't going to let you sleep with him after he's been to God only knows how many skanky massage parlors. Frankly, I don't even like the idea of you kissing him." 

"What does Alan's medical treatment have to do with it?" 

Honestly, finding out about Ron's cheating was one reason why Suzanne had decided to actually go through with the six times a day scheme in the first place, because she no longer had to feel bad if she broke up Susan's marriage, and she knew Susan would need a replacement right away. Luckily, Alan was turning eighteen soon and that was the last piece that fell in place for her scheme to go forward. 

But she couldn't explain any of that. Instead, she again gave a limited selection of true statements. "Susan, think about how crushed you would have been if you would have found out about this nine months ago. I know you. You would have been absolutely devastated. Even a week or two ago, it would have been really bad. But now, I tell you these things, and you're hurt and disappointed, yes, but it wasn't that big of a deal, considering your two decades of marriage. You hardly even cried. Why?" 

"You're right. But I don't know why." 

Suzanne explained confidently, "Because you've found a new mate in Alan. You're a very giving person. You find satisfaction in helping and serving. True, Alan and you already loved each other, but now you have a new vital connection with him. Remember what I said about how handjobs and blowjobs can serve as a bonding mechanism? The more loads your son shoots down your throat, the more the love between you grows. I've been waiting for that new bond to strengthen before hitting you with the depressing evidence." 

Susan thought about that for a while. Then she said, "I suppose there's some truth in what you're saying. I do feel this new bonding, and it has helped me quickly get over Ron's cheating. But the whole thing is screwed up, because Alan is my SON! And I'm still married! I mean, it's not like I can divorce Ron and marry Alan, so all of this is lunacy. It's a mirage! It's like.... I lost something real with Ron and I'm clinging to a mirage of a lifeboat to save me!" 

Seeing that Susan was starting to get despondent and was even on her way to becoming hysterical, Suzanne cut in. "It's not like that at all. Your marriage to Ron is the mirage. It's fake. All hat, no cattle. The love between you and Alan is what's real. I've cried inside watching you try for years - YEARS - to make a real emotional connection with a man who was only interested in you as a symbol of a wife! He doesn't appreciate you and he never will. I don't have to argue that because you know I'm right." 

Susan fought back tears. "True, maybe there's some truth there, but I made a marriage vow way back when to stick with him for better or for worse. It's my bad luck that I'm stuck with the worse part." 

"Bah! When he cheated on you so much he made that marriage contract null and void. I'm not going to let you quietly suffer the rest of your life. Am I not your best friend? Have I ever steered you wrong?" 

"Yes you are, and not often." 

"Well then, trust me. Everything is going to work out, I promise. In fact, I feel better about your future now than I ever have before. There's a new sexy Susan coming to life, and I think she's great!" 

"You do?" Susan pouted. "I don't know about that. The new sinful Susan, maybe. The shame of the family, bound straight to Hell or prison, unable to look herself in the eye slutty Susan, is more like it." She sighed. "No wonder Ron cheats on me. I'm a hopeless case." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 12



Six Times a Day, Part 12: Good Lovin' Gone Bad

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again. 

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CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Oct. 28)

The next day was Monday, a very promising day for Alan. Not only was he extremely excited to see Glory again after the weekend, but he, Katherine, and Kim had another "S Club meeting" planned after school. 

He had a feeling his mother would want to help "make sure he used lotion" or Suzanne would directly help now that they were more out in the open with Susan about that, or both. But Ron was there at breakfast and Susan was unusually silent and poker-faced, so he didn't have a good read on how she felt, after all that had happened the day before. 

Alan's classes seemed to drag especially slowly until he got to Glory Rhymer's fourth period class. The supposed point of her "helping him out" was to cure his raging erection, partly so he could concentrate better, but the problem with that was he wouldn't get that relief until after her class was over. So he sat in anticipation with an erection hard enough to shatter diamond all throughout her class. The class could have been taught in Swahili for all he knew. He didn't even wear underwear, certain of what would soon happen. 

He continually had to shift his penis around in his shorts, and it was in constant danger of coming out of the shorts altogether. He was surprised no one noticed. What luck! I'm in the front row so few people have a good view of my crotch, he realized.

But there was one person who had a very good view of that front-row crotch: his teacher Glory. She was in as much agony to wait for the class to end as he was. She quickly had to stop her lecture and give the students an in-class assignment, because she just couldn't think any more.

She tried very hard not to stare so much at Alan's crotch that other people would notice. She would look elsewhere for a few minutes and then reward herself with another glance of his blatantly hard penis. She felt so horny that she began to lift her dress up in the seat she sat in. Only her pantyhose and underwear stood between her and complete nakedness from the waist on down, as her students, Alan included, studied in front of her completely oblivious to what she was doing.

For a while, she was content to stroke her pussy over her pantyhose. But soon that wasn't enough. As she did so often lately, she pulled her underwear and then her pantyhose down so she could reach her crotch, and began to slowly finger herself while she pretended to write notes.

Finally and mercifully for both Glory and Alan, the bell rang. Everyone slowly filed out while Alan and Glory stayed in their seats and acted nonplused. When the last one of the other students had gone, Glory got up and casually closed the door. "I got the lock fixed over the weekend," she said.

The two just stood there and faced each other, frozen. Finally Alan said, "All clear?"

"All clear," she responded. No sooner did the words leave her lips than the two were all over each other like wild animals. They dropped to the floor in front of Glory's desk as they kissed with desperation. "Careful with the buttons," Glory said as Alan practically tore her shirt off. The bra went next while she wriggled him out of his shirt.

Their kissing and groping was frustrated by their simultaneous desire to shed clothes. Alan's shorts slid off easily enough, which only made it harder to get Glory's dress off, as her hands and attention zeroed in on his penis and she began stroking it instead of undressing. 

Finally she had to momentarily stand up to get her dress undone. "Remember, no sex," she said, as she briefly stood. "But everything else!" She practically leaped back onto him.

The two rolled around on the hard, cold concrete floor and occasionally bumped into chairs. Glory held onto and rubbed Alan's penis like her life depended on it, while Alan's hands focused on her ass. It was still clad in panties, but Alan didn't let that slow him down. He just reached inside wherever he liked as if the panties weren't there.

Eventually she lay on top of him, and they kissed and groped some more. Alan's extra inches of height put his penis nearly at the opening to her pussy. It practically begged to go a few extra inches and enter into her warm tunnel. 

He managed to get an arm between their bodies, and began to pull at her clit. A nearly magnetic pull seemed to drive his penis and her pussy closer and closer together...

Suddenly, she jumped up as if someone had yelled "fire." She fell back towards her desk and panted heavily.

"What?" Alan asked, sitting up. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you're doing everything too right," she panted. "You're pretty good for a teenager! Let's just take it easy for a minute, or we'll be fucking like rabbits and will still be going when the fifth period class begins!" 

Alan thought, I'm not exactly opposed to the first part, to say the least, but the second part might not be so good. Sweet! Fooling around with the teach is a blast!

She collected herself, and then went back to him. "The problem is this thing, young man!" she said as she grabbed his erection. "It's entirely too dangerous. Perhaps if I bring it back to its normal size, it won't poke me so urgently." She knelt between his legs, paused, and joked to herself, "Though I suspect this IS its normal size." Then she began to suck his dick.

Alan wanted to pleasure her body at the same time, but it was mostly out of reach, so he just soaked the experience in. He recalled her boast that she was a cocksucker second-to-none, and again he decided that she was right, even when she didn't deep throat him. One great thing was that she didn't seem to be bothered by her gag reflex, so even when she wasn't deep throating, she could and often did take him remarkably deep. 

He came quickly, almost embarrassingly so, once she got started. She was just too relentlessly talented, and he was too aroused after waiting for hours for this to hold out for long. 

She took it all down her throat so cleanly that there was hardly a drop of cum left when she was done. 

He lay back for a minute while she lay between his legs. He panted heavily. "That was something else, Surfer Girl. Dang! Now let me please you."

She had a hard time talking between labored breaths as well. "Don't you dare! My job here is to please you so you can reach orgasm, don't you remember?"

"Yeah, but don't you want to get off too?"

"I do want to get off this cold floor," she replied. "What a mess." She began to rise up and stretched her body like a cat. 

Alan sat up and found himself incredibly turned on at the sight of his teacher's boobs as they slowly rose after being squished into the checkered tiles near where he sat in class every day. 

Like a cat, she rose into a pouncing position, and then sprung herself onto him.

They began to kiss, lick and grope all over. Alan's hands eventually found their way to Glory's pussy, and he began to finger her. He grew annoyed at the pantyhose and panties which got in his way. He managed to pull the pantyhose off and get the panties down her thighs. 

But that seemed to set off alarm bells in Glory's head. She eventually had to roll off of him and back onto the cold floor before she lost all willpower.

"That's ... wow, really nice, young man, but ... that wasn't what I was planning. I thought you'd sit on the desk and I'd give you a nice handjob, and then you'd run off to lunch."

"I thought something like that too," he said. "I guess we have some pent-up energy."

"I guess!" she said with a laugh, astonished by her own behavior. She sat at the edge of the desk and tried to compose herself. "The problem, I think, was that for nearly an hour I stared at your erection about to bust a hole through your shorts. But let's, uh, come to our senses here for a minute."

Alan got up and sat next to her. He began to run a hand through her hair. "I've been waiting for this so very long. Actually, I never imagined it would happen, but I dreamed it. Dang. I had some pretty hot dreams, but reality is much better."

"Me, too. Don't let it go to your head, but I've masturbated while thinking about you for a long time." 

He was honestly shocked. "You did?! But you can't do that, you're a teacher!" 

She laughed. "And it's illegal for teachers to masturbate?" 

Alan grinned at his foolishness and joked, "Well, yeah." 

Glory said, "Let's get a hold of ourselves. What if someone knocked on the door right now? It would take us ten minutes to get presentable! We both swept up all the dirt on the floor like a broom and we're all messy. Let's try this again tomorrow and see if we can keep it more under control." 

A new thought popped into her head. "And for God's sake, young man, wear some underwear, or else there will be an incident during my class when your penis bursts right through your pants! Not to mention, how do you expect me to teach, with you poking out like that for the entire hour?"

"Okay... Underwear next time..." he leaned over and began to kiss her again. Before too long, they began to get heated once more.

During a breather, Glory said, "Since you told me your problem, I began fantasizing that it had turned you into an insatiable sexual monster. Looks like I just about hit the nail on the head! Let me calm you down so you can make it through your next two classes." She laid Alan back on the desk, which sent objects flying everywhere. 

He pulled his legs up to his chest and shamelessly let his hard-on stick out towards her. "Can you deep throat me again?" 

"I was thinking about it. But in the future, don't ask; let me decide when it's a special occasion to do that, okay? Last time you forgot that I do have to breathe from time to time."

He laughed heartily. 

She watched him laugh, and found him so cute yet so manly that she couldn't help but want to please him. "Okay, we'll do it. But let's make it quick."

"Yes! Sweetness!"

She pistoned his tool in her fist, and then sucked him like any blowjob. But with each stroke into her mouth he found himself a little bit deeper until before he knew it, he was all the way in. Again, her tongue, her mouth, and her throat all worked on his penis at the same time. 

Alan couldn't believe how great it felt - it was like getting fucked and blown at the same time. Since he'd climaxed a few minutes before, this time he could last a lot longer. He'd be inside her throat for a minute or more before she would pull on him and he'd pull all the way out so she could breathe. Then, they'd do it again, and again. He thought he could fuck her throat forever, but lasting a long time was definitely a relative concept when it came to Glory and oral sex. His penis found it entirely too exciting and didn't last past her fourth deep swallowing. 

Afterwards, the mood changed. They talked gossip like old times as they cleaned up the class and themselves. The ever-resourceful Alan brought towels and a bottle of water in his backpack, so they were able to give each other towel baths. 

By the end, they looked just like any student and teacher who talk to each other. That turned out to be a very good thing, because a knock came on the door, and the first student walked in for fifth period class. They were both amazed that the entire lunch period had flown past. 

Alan slipped out of the classroom before a second student came in. To still be in class when the next bunch of students came in would be a very dangerous habit that they had to avoid at all costs.

CHAPTER 2

But Alan's day only got better. He still had an afternoon at Kim's to look forward to. This time, he and Katherine wasted no time and drove there straight from school. As a result their clothes provided more cover than in the last car ride to Kim's, so the festivities largely had to wait until they arrived at her house.

The first time at Kim's place it had just been Katherine and Alan together, but they promised Kim that she would be welcome to join in this time. They met Kim at the door and kissed and groped her and each other a fair deal before one word was even spoken. 

Finally Katherine started up the stairs. But then she stopped, bent over, looked back at Kim and Alan, and flipped her skirt up, which revealed her pussy between her butt cheeks. "Last one up is a rotten egg," she prodded, "and the first one up gets first dibs on this!"

Kim and Alan quickly scrambled up after her. Alan made it to the bedroom before Kim, so he won first dibs. 

Katherine was delighted at his victory. "Excellent! It has been way too long, Big Hole-filling Brother. Way. Too. Long." With a turn to Kim, she added, "What say Alan fucks me while you watch, and then after that you can take your pick of Alan or me next? Then we can do it all together."

"Okay," said Kim, still bummed to have lost the race. She sat down on a chair next to her own bed in the second floor bedroom and got ready to watch. "Good things come to those who wait, I guess."

Alan and Katherine were already out of their clothes in record time. "They sure do," said Katherine. "Such as this." She held Alan's long penis in both hands. "Is it just me, or is this thing growing longer every time I see it?" she asked, half seriously.

"I know one way to find out," Alan replied, and straddled himself over his sister, who lay stretched out on the bed. He slowly let himself down into her slit.

"Kim, this is all I ever need," Katherine said. Alan bounced up and down on her and pistoned his hot meat in and out. "I'm not kidding when I said I want to be this man's fuck toy. You've got to try it out! Big Slick Brother, give me all you've got! Do me all day long!"

Alan didn't need to be asked twice. Over the weekend he'd been to bookstores and bought a few books on the art of lovemaking. He was ready to try out a few new tricks. But there would be enough time for that later in the day. First he went for power, not finesse. He rapidly built up a jackhammer motion, and soon it seemed like he would nail his sister right through the bed mattress. 

She loved it. "More! Harder! Push! Fuck! Yes!" she yelled between thrusts.

Within minutes, Alan sprayed his cum deep inside his sister's tight pussy. They collapsed into a sweaty, happy heap. 

Kim looked upon them in wonder. She'd never seen such a fast and passionate fuck, even in the movies.

But, even after what had happened between Alan and his teacher Glory a few hours before, his penis was ready to spring back into action almost instantly. His sister lay motionless as if she'd just been slain by his penis, while Alan sat up and began to gently stroke his new hard-on. "Okay, Kim," he said, "it's your turn now. Who will it be first?"

"Sorry, Katherine," Kim said, as she got up from the chair next to them, where she had been masturbating, completely naked. The sex between Alan and Katherine ended before she had a chance to get off. "I've been with a lot of women, but never a man, and I've got to get some of what you just got." She hopped up onto her bed, and commanded to Katherine, "Roll on over and make some room."

The bed wasn't very big, but Katherine rolled over towards the wall. Kim took her place under Alan. She expected the same fast treatment he'd given his sister. "Okay, Alan, let's see if you can really can drive a hole through the bed this time."

But Alan was in a different mood now. "Let's work up to that," he said. "But first, let me be gentle, especially since you're a virgin." He covered her from head to toe with his body and then some, since he was so much taller than the diminutive and younger Kim. He kissed her on the mouth at first, and ran his hands over her boobs and upper torso. 

At first, Kim didn't know how to respond. It had been a long time since she'd been with a man in any way, and she'd never really gone past first base with any guy. But Alan treated her gently and kissed her ears and neck and licked her lips. She was having some hang ups with a man treating her like that, but she didn't want to disappoint him. She closed her eyes and decided to pretend he was a woman. 

Her body started to respond much better, and she grew more comfortable. And for a while it wasn't that hard for her to imagine that Alan was just a flat-chested woman, since, although he was fairly muscular, he had virtually no hair on his chest. Plus, his penis lay far down between her legs since he was much taller than her, so it was out of the picture for the moment.

After a few minutes, once Kim started to really get into it, Alan rolled over so that Kim was now on top. 

It seemed to her like his hands were all over her. She began to mentally count hands and decided that there were too many. Oh yeah, Katherine! She's getting in on the action too! 

Katherine wanted to leave the two of them alone for their first time, but she just couldn't resist the urge to join in a bit.

Kim had a lot of sex for someone her age, but she'd never been with two other people before, unless the time the three of them were in the supply closet counted. 

While Alan's hands stayed around Kim's upper body, Katherine mostly focused on Kim's butt. Then her hands moved to Kim's pussy, and her fingers prepared the way for Alan's penis. She put one, then two, and finally three fingers into Kim's tunnel. Soon Kim was more than moist; she was a raging river. As if by prearranged signal, Katherine pulled her fingers away and Alan scooted up so that Kim's face now met the bottom of his neck.

Like their first time together, Katherine had insisted that Alan fuck her bareback. But Kim made no such insistence so Alan slipped a condom on just in time. "Are you ready? Here it comes..." he said, and he slid his dick into Kim's waiting and wet hole. He was surprisingly calm about it - to fuck Kim was far less of an emotional shocker for him than to fuck Katherine. She was so wet that he slid in surprisingly quick and easy. 

Technically Kim was a virgin in the sense that no man had been inside her before, but the way had been cleared by countless dildos, of both the strap-on and hand-held variety. So the feeling of her pussy being deeply filled was not completely alien to her. But Kim quickly realized that no dildo, however fancy, could compare to a real flesh and blood piece of man. The body heat alone from Alan's cock was enough to send shivers of excitement down her spine. 

I like it, she thought. I like it a lot! Alan thrust in and out at an increasing pace, and Kim quickly responded with her hips in expert fashion, based on all her dildo experiences. A cock is good. The real thing is so much better, so alive!

"Alan, fuck me!" she declared.

"I am already!" he replied, somewhat amused.

"But more! Harder! Faster! Like you did to Katherine just now. Really DO me. Nail me! Break me! Fuck! Fuck me now! Impale! Impale me! Cut a hole right through me! NOW!!!!" 




Six Times a Day Pt. 12



Alan turned on his piston motion and hammered her for all he was worth. Fucking with a condom felt different but all in all he didn't find it as horrible as some people said. For one thing, endurance was a very important goal for him and he could tell right away that with the decreased sensitivity of being sheathed he could last longer. He was especially keen on doing his best with Kim, to help convert her from being a complete lesbian. 

Katherine backed off, and just stared in wonder as Alan rammed Kim like the gears of a steam engine had spun out of control.

Soon Alan and Kim both screamed at the top of their lungs: "Fuck!" "God!" "Yes!" "Hard!"

Just when Kim thought it couldn't get any better, Katherine stuck her finger up Kim's anus. That made Kim yelp in surprise and painful protest. 

Katherine decided to remove her finger lest she ruin the moment. She realized that Kim had something of an aversion to anal penetration, so she tried to make up for her intrusion by caressing and teasing Kim's other erogenous zones. 

With Katherine's help, Alan reduced Kim to a quivering mass of jelly by the time he spent his seed deep inside her. But he was sweaty and exhausted after two such frantic fucks. 

"Okay ladies," he said as he got off the bed, "all this happy sex makes me thirsty, I'm gonna get a drink of water. I'll leave you two to play for a bit."

"Alan!" Kim shouted to grab his attention just as he started to walk out of her room. She had finally stirred back to life a bit even as Katherine moved in on her. "That was ... really good."

"Thanks," he said bashfully.

"Really, I'm serious. You're like, rocking my world. I'm seriously reconsidering my sexual orientation at this very moment. That excellent fucking at least makes me a bisexual."

Katherine pressed her lips onto Kim's. "Let's see if I can get you reclassified as a lesbian." She kissed again. "After all, it's mostly thanks to you that I discovered the pleasures of women. And I have so much more to learn."

The two went at it with a passion while Alan took a break and cooled off. He got himself a snack in Kim's kitchen and also flushed the used condom down the toilet. 

After Alan joined in again, they worked on ways to better get everyone involved and pleasured at the same time. The rest of the afternoon was a blur of tangled flesh. 

After a while, Alan lost track of who did what to whom when. Generally, Alan stayed in the middle and the two females came at him from both sides. After he had an orgasm, he would move out of the way to lend a hand here or there, and let the two women go at it until he was ready for another round. He did all he could to delay orgasm, but still ended up cumming four times in four hours.

Alan himself was surprised at his growing abilities in bed. His sexual stamina and libido seemed to steadily increase every day. Having six or more orgasms a day is like training to run or something, he figured. At first you can only do a couple of miles, but each time it gets a little bit easier, and before long you can run a long way. I've come so far in just a few weeks, when just touching my cock while thinking of Suzanne or Susan made me instantly cum.

In addition, he ate out both Kim and Katherine's pussies, and they did a lot of eating of each other. There was rarely a clit without a finger to rub it or a hole without a tongue, finger or penis in it. But Alan's penis was in greatest demand. When his penis wasn't deep in one of the women, usually there was a hand or mouth around it to milk it. 

Kim was eager to suck Alan off, "Finishing what I started before we were all so rudely interrupted," as she put it as she recalled the day they'd nearly been caught by Mr. Jackson. It turned out she enjoyed sucking Alan's penis as much as everyone else had who'd tried it already, which meant she enjoyed it quite a lot. Of course, his delicious cum was a big reason for that.

About the only coherent speech to be heard were Kim and Katherine in argument and even physically in battle with each other over who got access to his prick next. Being with two women was a huge boost for his ego. When they didn't fight over him and his penis, they praised him and it to the high heavens. 

Katherine would cry things like, "Big Hammer Brother, stick your twat tamer in my steaming hole now, or I'm gonna die!" She also had a real fetish for being called a "fuck toy," and kept referring to herself by that term. She also really got off on the idea of her brother making her pregnant, even though she was using protection. So it wasn't unusual for her to shout things like "Knock me up! Fill your fuck toy with your baby makers!" 

Alan liked such talk, if only because it showed how much she was enjoying things but he didn't say anything to encourage her fetishes.

Kim wasn't quite as colorful with her language, but her tone was equally enthusiastic. "No, Alan! Do me! Do me! Please! Fuck me forever! Just fucking stick it in me and fuck me good!" Kim was learning fast.

As much as Alan enjoyed Kim, he enjoyed his sister even more, and mostly kept his thick shaft on or in her. 

But both of them praised him so much, he actually felt the need to complain, "You guys are overdoing it. Quit stroking my ego so much."

"Okay!" Katherine quickly replied. "Kim, what say we stroke his pussy stretcher some more instead?"

"You're a mind-reader," Kim answered as they all giggled. Within seconds, there were four hands on his flaccid penis. But in a minute it was hard, and Katherine wasted no time sticking it back inside herself.

There was a lot of fucking, but at the same time, Alan felt they only began to explore the possibilities of sex. Things like anal sex or strap-on dildos hadn't even begun to be explored yet. After what happened with Glory, he wished they knew how to deep throat him, but he also knew it would take time to work up to that. 

In the frenzy of the moment Alan forgot to try out most of his book learning on new techniques, and even forgot to carry out Akami's "homework assignment" to practice titfucking. Since intercourse itself was new to all of them, they were more than happy to just keep fucking as much as their bodies could manage. 

There's still a lot of time for titfucks before I see Akami again next Friday, Alan consoled himself later. And so many opportunities to practice, heh-heh!

Just like the first time at Kim's, they definitely overdid it. By the time they were done, all three were so sore they figured they wouldn't be able to have sex again for days. 

Alan hoped and prayed he wouldn't have to pee anytime soon. He figured it would be excruciatingly painful.

As they all lay on the wet and messy bed sheets and gathered strength to leave, the siblings probed Kim's feelings towards men a bit further. 

"So Kim," said Katherine, "you can't tell me now you don't enjoy sex with a man. Why is it you think you've never had a boyfriend?"

"That's not exactly true," Kim pointed out. "I started out with guys, 'cos, you know, that's what you're supposed to do. But it seemed like they were all jerks. I never went any further than kissing and some groping through T-shirts, that kind of thing. Talk about ham-handed oafs!" she recalled with a shudder. "Even after I started going out with girls, I went out with a guy occasionally so I could keep up the pretense with my mom and get on the cheerleader squad and stuff."

She sighed. "I don't know. No offense, Alan, a good penis is quite nice, but all guys are jerks. I don't think I was, like, a naturally-born lesbian. I've got some deep issues with men; Freudian shit. Maybe I'm mad at guys because of my father. He left my mom when I was young, and really devastated Mom and me. She let herself go and has never really recovered. That, plus, let's face it, women are a hell of a lot more attractive than men to look at."

"Wow," said Katherine. "But you don't blame Alan for the sins of your father, do you?"

"No, I guess not. Alan, you're pretty cool. Being with you today started off weird and I even had to close my eyes for a while, but before long it was okay. You're not like most of the guys in my classes, you know, the stupid jocks who could get tips from a Neanderthal on what foreplay means. Or even how to be polite or make conversation. I wish I was in the gifted classes like you two. Maybe I'd have a better attitude about guys."

"Well," Alan piped up, "you know me now, so I have to stand up for the men. I want to prove to you that not all guys are jerks. We don't just have to meet here in your house twice a week. We can, you know, be friends in school in stuff, if you want to. In fact, thanks to Mr. Jackson I think, there's already a rumor going around that we're boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Yeah, I'd like that," said Kim with a smile. "You're gonna ruin my dyke reputation, though! ... I think I could get into swinging both ways, but I'm still in no hurry to have a boyfriend and all the baggage that comes with that. I don't need a girlfriend either, now that I have you two. I don't mind though if we stoke that rumor a bit," she said playfully. "We can kind of stoke and stroke at the same time," she giggled. 

They continued to lay about naked on the bed for a while, lost in thought, and felt like slugs. Except slugs don't have sore privates. 

There were more kisses all around as Alan and Katherine said good-bye to Kim at the door. 

But they weren't done. To everyone's surprise, Alan got hard once more from all the kissing and decided to do something about it. He took Kim over to a coffee table in the living room, and fucked her right there. 

Katherine was so worn out she didn't even have the energy to frig herself as she watched. "Talk about insatiable!" she remarked once the other two were finally done. "Kim, can you believe how lucky I am to have him as a brother, with his bedroom right across from mine?"

She licked her lips as she answered, "I know. I wish I was you."

"It's not all wine and roses, yet, though," Katherine complained. "Alan's penis is hard, like ALL the time! And he's not wearing underwear at home much these days, so you can like totally see everything. Bulge-o-rama. But I'm not allowed to touch it or do anything unless we come here. Aaaargh! So frustrating. We'll all be sitting there at the dinner table and I'll want him to just sweep away all the plates so I can lie down and have him fuck me right there, but noOOOooo. He seems to think that's not prudent." 

They chuckled. 

She added, "My dad might think something was up with that, though he's so clueless I sincerely doubt it."

Alan actually had to carry Katherine back to the car. She was the main target of both Kim and Alan for the whole afternoon and was literally too fucked to walk (though she did ham up her hurt some just so he could carry her). But she never hurt so good.

"That was great, Kim!" Alan said as he waved to her from the driver's seat of the car. "See you here on Thursday." 

Kim, dressed in only a towel as she stood at the front door, waved back and blew him a kiss.

Katherine, slumped down in her seat with all the strength of a pile of Jell-O, groaned at the reminder. "Thursday? Oh fuck! Big Diamond-hard-dicked Brother, you're trying to kill me!" 

She reveled in the opportunity to call him "Big Brother" names since they were in a secure location, and she'd done it all afternoon long. "Gaaawwdd. One more of these visits to Kim's will finish me off altogether." She closed her eyes, ready to drop off to sleep in an instant.

"Me, too, Sis. If we're gonna die, it's a good way to go." He cradled her head in his hands.

"I love you, Brother," she purred as she slowly lost consciousness.

"I love you, Sis." Tears of happiness leaked from his eyes after he heard her words. He wasn't just happy at the great sex, but he truly felt a sense of oneness with his sister, a deep unity he'd never felt with anyone before.

CHAPTER 3

After Alan got home, he slept a long time. He was tired enough on a typical day, but after hours of fucking two energetic cheerleaders, he felt like he could sleep until the next morning. In fact, it had taken all of his willpower just to stay awake long enough to drive home. 

Susan was nowhere to be seen, and furthermore, she left a note for Alan and Katherine saying that Ron and she were out and left them instructions on what to make for dinner themselves. 

Suzanne came over just after dinner. She saw that Alan was in the living room reading a book while Katherine was upstairs in her room. More and more of her wardrobe was migrating into Susan's bedroom, so she went up there and changed into a sexy, but not overwhelmingly sexy, outfit. 

Alan was a bit worried because he thought for sure that Suzanne would be up for some hanky panky and how could he explain that his penis was completely down for the count? He certainly didn't want to have to explain that he'd spent most of the afternoon having sex with his sister and a friend. 

However, it turned out the issue didn't immediately come up because the first thing Suzanne said when she came back downstairs to talk to him was, "Sweetie, bad news. I'm afraid your mother is having another one of her prudish relapses." 

Alan put the book down while she sat across from him. "Oh no. I guess things went too far last night?" 

Suzanne laughed. "You could say that again! To be honest, it was a lot more than I'd expected or wanted, especially at the end there when she blew you. But events have a certain momentum of their own. Unfortunately, today she was about as distraught as I've ever seen her. She was devastated that she'd had oral sex with you on what she called her husband's bed while he's still in town. To give you a sense of her mindset, she kept calling your cum 'the demon seed.'" 

"Wow. That's bad." 

"You don't know the half of it. It was all fire and brimstone and going to Hell this and going to Hell that. Luckily, I was there in the morning and she and I talked and talked and talked until my mouth was ready to fall off. I managed to ease her spirits quite a bit, but at a price. She needed someone to blame for what happened, and could either blame me, you, herself, or some combination. Honestly, I pretty much pushed her into it and the last thing she needs is to feel worse about herself, so I took most of the blame. I parceled some out to you, too. So she's pretty mad at the both of us. That's the main reason I came over here, to warn you." 

"Oh. Well, thanks for doing your best. What does it all mean?" 

"At first she was determined to go completely cold turkey and never help you again. But that didn't last long. I think she realizes deep down that that's not possible. So then she vowed to avoid all physical contact with you until Ron leaves. She even got me to promise to help to make sure that happens. So I did, though I was careful to leave open the loophole about your upcoming abnormality check on Tuesday. In fact, she was so distraught she even wanted ME to stop helping you for a while. I didn't agree to that, but I think it's best that you and I cool it for a day or two." 

"Dang. That sucks. I gotta say it bums me out most of all to hear she's that upset. She's been such a wonderful mom that she should never be unhappy. I wish she- hey! If you just came over here to tell me bad news, then why are you dressed up in a heart attack outfit? Meaning, one designed to give me a heart attack." 

Suzanne grinned. "I don't know what you mean. These are just my hanging around the house clothes." 

"'Hanging around the house clothes'?! Are you mental?! I'm having a mental orgasm just looking at you and it's making it tough to concentrate."

"Look," she said as she kicked a leg forward. She let one of her shoes come loose and dangled it precariously using just her toes to wiggle it around. "These are only two inch heels. If I was expecting to feel your cock tickle my tonsils, I'd be wearing three inch heels at least, probably four. That's as high as I go, though. Five inches is self abuse." 

Alan looked her over. Admittedly, she was semi-presentable when standing, even though her light black lacy top exposed all of her cleavage and a good deal of her tummy, plus her black leather miniskirt didn't quite reach down to the top of her dark stockings, leaving a tantalizing stripe of pale skin between them. 

But her miniskirt ride up her thighs when she sat, especially when she kicked a leg up and kept in there dangling in the air, as she was doing now. And thanks to the no underwear rule, she was flashing her pussy whenever she opened her legs, which was quite often. 

He just rolled his eyes in frustration. "If those are your hanging around the house clothes, I'm afraid to see what you'd look like all dressed to the nines. But I digress. I wish Mom didn't have all those hang-ups, although I can understand her feelings about cheating on Ron, even if he did cheat on her first. What did you to do patch that up?" 

"I didn't. She set up an evening dinner, party, and dancing date with Ron, spent most of the day shopping for a dress, and left early. The fact is, they haven't been connecting much at all since he arrived. She hasn't been warm to him, no doubt in large part because of the cheating bombshell I dropped, but he's hasn't made much of an effort either. So we'll see what happens. She may even feel like getting physically intimate to help get over her guilty feelings. I warned her strongly about not doing that due to the worry of STD's, but who knows what'll happen. I can't control everything she does, I can only give advice and encouragement. Maybe they'll make out or something." 

Alan discovered a surge of jealousy raging inside of him. His face hardened and he clenched his fists. Even though Susan and Ron had been married since before he was born, now the idea of them merely kissing on the lips was almost more than he could take. 

Suzanne immediately noticed, and chuckled. "Looks like someone's getting a little jealous, eh?" 

"Hey, I can't help it. You know, I'd feel the same about you. Oh God! I just had a horrible thought. You're not kissing YOUR husband like that, are you? I just kind of assumed you weren't, but what if you are?!" 

Suzanne was touched. She smiled with just a touch of sadness and said, "No, don't worry. Eric and I share a good morning peck on the cheek sometimes and a good night peck on the cheek at other times, but nothing more. To be truthful, sometimes I worry about Eric smelling your cum on me when he kisses me, but if he has, he hasn't let on. I don't even know how much he'd care at this point. We're like housemates forced to sleep in the same room. We even sleep in separate beds, though they're right next to each other. His bed is elevated 'cos he has back trouble." She grew wistful and stared off into the distance. "Now that I think about it, I can't even recall the last time Eric really kissed me." 

Alan was still pumped up. "Well, good! I mean, I'm sorry about your marriage and all, and I know it's horribly hypocritical of me, but I can't help the way I feel." 

Suzanne refocused on him and smiled. "Don't worry. I understand how you feel. As it is, you happen to have two married big-titted babes who have dedicated themselves to pleasing you. You must be just about the luckiest kid in town and that doesn't even count the mysterious help you seem to be getting out of the house, as Susan pointed out last night." 

Alan looked abashed. "Well, you see..." 

"Don't worry. I really don't mind. We'll talk about that another time. Having to share you is just a necessary by product of your intense medical treatment schedule." 

Alan thought for sure it would be a couple of hours at least until he could get hard again after his workout with Katherine and Kim, but it actually had been over four hours since he'd gotten back from Kim's house and as soon as Suzanne said, "you happen to have two married big-titted babes who have dedicated themselves to pleasing you," his penis began to rise. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 12



Suzanne noticed, and as she asked him, "Speaking of which, how'd you do today?" her foot started to wander forward and up his legs. 

"Good. Very good. I'll make six today no problem." He joked, "More mysterious out of the house check marks on my chart." 

Suzanne raised her eyebrows. "Hmmm. Now I'm getting jealous too, after all. Susan's right; you really are becoming quite the stud around town, aren't you? Before long, it's gonna be difficult for you to squeeze me in, or should I say squeeze you into me?" Her foot rose higher and found its way to his crotch. She began circling the bulge in his shorts with the pointy end of her shoe. 

Alan found himself growing increasingly aroused, but he was concerned about his mother too and didn't want to upset her any further. He said, "Um, that feels good, but didn't you say that you and I should cool it for a day or two or least?" 

Suzanne frowned, but her foot kept exploring. "I did say that, didn't I? Well, the thing is, I'M not doing anything, but these are what I call my 'evil shoes.' They have a mind of their own and they're up to no good, as usual."

Alan laughed, but stood up to get away from the "evil shoes." 

However, they rose up with him and kept sliding over his bulge. 

He said, "We'd better stop before your evil shoes get carried away." However, his resolve wasn't that strong and he found himself staring between her legs where her pussy was on display again. "Um, be careful what you're showing there. Is the evil shoes causing that too?" 

She sighed theatrically. "Unfortunately. yes. The power and reach of the evil shoes knows no bounds. I didn't even want to wear them today, but they made me." She grinned and winked. 

Alan was extremely frustrated because he was very mentally aroused and growing more so every minute he let Suzanne charm him with her bag of sexy tricks, but his penis still had all kinds of problems. He said, "Suzanne, I can't believe I'm saying this, but even though you're sexy as hell, but I'm not really feeling that now is the time for fun, you know what I mean? I keep thinking of Mom and how she must be angry at me." 

Suzanne finally pulled her foot back, allowing Alan to sit back down. She even closed her legs back up - most of the way. "Well, truth be told, she's mostly angry at me and at herself. Even when she's like this, she's so taken by you that she figures the boy with the golden penis can do no wrong. In fact, for all my efforts to redirect the blame to you and mostly to me, she wants to take all the burden of what she's done on her own shoulders. I'd like to level with her more honestly and tell her just how much I've been steering events, but if I did that her future sexual progress will be so much more difficult. Sometimes a little deception can be a good thing." 

Alan raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Yeah, we've heard that from you before. But I do believe you care and you think that's for the best. So what do we do now? For one thing, how should I deal with her next time I see her? You know I don't want to plot, but this isn't plotting. It's just figuring out how to get her out of her funk." 

So the two of them talked for quite a while about Susan. Every now and then, Suzanne's "evil shoes" would wander up Alan's legs and get a little frisky, but not too frisky, just enough to keep Alan interested. 

Suzanne didn't stay that long though, for fear of being there if Ron and Susan came back early. 

Alan went back to his book. He was glad to have some time alone to just relax, as he found sessions like the one with Glory at school or with Katherine and Kim after it not only physically tiring, but also very mentally draining. 

CHAPTER 4 

Susan and Ron danced some at the party. That left Susan sweaty. She took a shower while Ron went straight to bed. She was still in an emotional jumble over what had happened the day before, and she felt the need to talk to Alan about it and clear the air. She wasn't nearly as angry and distraught as she'd been when she talked to Suzanne in the morning; she was feeling more contemplative and forlorn.

Alan was just about to go to sleep. He lay in bed with his book but his eyes were getting heavy. 

Susan knocked on the door. Then she came in and sat on the edge of his bed, close to his chest where he sat up against the headboard. 

Alan noticed that she wore a robe but she had it so tightly closed up that the only skin he could see was her face, neck, and hands. He could tell she'd just taken a shower because her hair was still slightly damp and she smelt fresh with a hint of strawberry scented shampoo. 

Susan looked anxious and was anxious. She sat on the edge of his bed and started out with small talk. "How are things, Tiger? It seems like I haven't seen you at all today. There must be a lot going on at school."

Alan thought about Glory's deep throat and the threesome at Kim's house. "Yeah. I guess you could say that," he replied in a monotone. "A lot going on. But in a good way." 

She asked, "I suppose Suzanne talked to you? Talked about me?" 

"Yeah. She said you're feeling kind of low about what happened last night. I'm real sorry for that. Is there anything I can do to help?" 

Susan frowned. "It wasn't just last night, though that was horrible and wicked. It was in the afternoon as well, when Suzanne... did things to you... right in front of me! And yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. It seems that nearly every day I have some kind of willpower breakdown." 

"Not exactly every day," Alan pointed out. "And what about today? You had a completely pure day, didn't you?" 

Susan's brow furrowed in greater distress. "On the surface, yes. Ron and I had a lovely time at the party. Well, maybe not exactly a lovely time. Even when Ron is with me, he's not really there, you know what I mean? I guess I got used to his ways and just thought that was normal, but now I expect more. I couldn't help but feel the whole time that it was the last hurrah. Given what Suzanne's told me about his cheating, how can I stay happy with him? And yet it's such a big and scary step to leave him. So my feelings were bittersweet at best. And it gets worse!" 

She reached out and grasped his hand tightly. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but the worst thing of all was that all the while I was with him, I kept thinking of you! I must be the worst wife and mother ever, having those kinds of thoughts about my own son instead of my husband!" 

Alan was secretly extremely relieved and pleased that she and Ron apparently didn't kiss much, if at all. He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of thoughts?" 

Susan still squeezed his hand reassuringly, but her eyes looked anywhere but at him. "Naughty thoughts. I worried that since I was gone pretty much all day and I'd told Suzanne not to help you, how would you get by? Would you have to stroke yourself and spill your seed upon the ground, just like Onan of old?" 

She finally looked him in the eyes and asked, "By the way, how DID you manage today? I hope you got some help?" 

Alan was deliberately vague since he couldn't tell her how he'd had sex with his sister. "As a matter of fact I did. Not with Suzanne though! It was before I got home." 

Susan frowned again. "I'll bet you did." 

"What's wrong?" 

"Well, on one hand, it makes me proud that you're getting so much outside help and turning into a ladies man. All throughout my picnic with Ron I kept picturing you with some big-titted cheerleader as you really showed her who's boss. But on the other hand, I get jealous. I kept thinking, 'Why can't that be me?'" 

Alan asked, "Um, what makes you think it was a cheerleader?" 

Susan looked him closely in the eyes. "It WAS! Wasn't it? I just knew it! I knew it!" She looked both exultant and envious at the same time. 

Alan thought, Uh-oh! I'm getting into hot water here. There are only six cheerleaders. If Mom only knew the big-titted cheerleader I fucked today was her precious Angel! That would be way bad. I'd better change the topic and fast! 

He asked, "So, after what happened last night, does that mean you don't want to help me with my treatment any more?" 

Susan's robe had started out tightly bound up, but as they'd been talking it had been slowly loosening. Gradually, her collar bone area came into view, and then the top of her deep cleavage. She gave her robe a tug to close it up, but it didn't have much of an effect. 

She answered, "Now, hold on. I didn't say that. Suzanne has helped me realize that I don't have to go cold turkey and stop helping you completely; it's just that things need to be done in moderation. Like the last time we did an abnormality check. That wasn't so bad, though you did take a few liberties. If only it could be more like that, but I don't have the control! I keep losing it! I think I'm losing my mind!" Suddenly she opened her arms out and fell forward towards him. 

Alan held his arms out to brace her fall and found himself tightly embracing her. 

She buried her face in his shoulder and burst into tears. 

He tried to be reassuring. Since she was having sexual issues, he tried his best to comfort her in a completely platonic way. He stroked her long brown hair over and over while she sobbed. However, it was hard to keep a platonic mindset since her robe had somehow opened up during the hug. Her nipples were still covered by the robe, but just barely. He could feel they were erect and poking into his chest through the terry cloth material. 

Alan didn't want to take advantage of her during her distress. He knew this was a bad time to get an erection since she was draped all over him and would certainly feel it, but he couldn't help himself. He fought his arousal as long as he could, but eventually he lost the battle and as his thick rod grew it pressed itself against a part of one of her legs still covered by the robe. 

She felt his growing hardness for what it was and actually it was what brought her out of her crying spell since she found herself thinking about that, instead of about problems with her self-control and a cheating husband. 

She sighed loudly as she dried her eyes. "It feels like you could use some more help, but I can't. I just can't! I made myself a vow. If I break it, I'll feel even worse tomorrow. It's like getting drunk and having a hangover, except it's an emotional hangover." 

"I understand, Mom," Alan said while petting her long hair. "I think that's for the best. More important than my medical treatment is your happiness. Can we just stay like this and hug? I kind of feel like I was under-hugged as a kid." 

Susan cooed as she squeezed him tighter, "Aww, my poor baby." 

They just held each other in a loving embrace for a couple of minutes. The sash on Susan's robe slowly loosened, but somehow her erect nipples kept their grip on a seam and just barely managed to prevent the robe from completely opening in the front. 

Actually, Alan had never really touched Susan's hair much before, and found himself greatly enjoying just stroking her long, silky straight hair as it cascaded down her back. All of his stroking of it seemed to have a calming effect on both of them. 

After minutes of silence, Susan said, "You're right. You were under-hugged as a child. That's the problem with me - I rarely do things in moderation. Before, I shunned all physical contact like the plague, and now I go too far the other way. ... You know what would be nice? I remember when I used to tuck you in bed and kiss you goodnight. That made me feel so happy. Could we do that again, just one more time, for old time's sake?" 

Alan replied, "I used to love that tradition too! Did you know that I cried when you stopped? But since it wasn't a 'cool' thing, I pretended not to care. Honestly, I'd LOVE for you to tuck me in, not just tonight, but any night that you like. Maybe we could even make it a regular habit." 

Susan beamed with happiness. "Okay. But we can't do anything improper. Remember that your father is sleeping just down the hall. We wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea. We have to keep things completely non-sexual."

She was sending mixed messages to say the least because as she said that, she finally pulled back from the cuddle and hug, and stood up near the edge of the bed. This caused her robe to open up even more. The sagging sash just managed to keep her bush covered, but up top her big breasts stood out firmly, completely exposed. 

Alan knew that there was no way she couldn't know what she was showing off, especially since stood sat proudly, her hands on her head to cause her chest to thrust forward extra enticingly. 

The truth was she longed to show off her body to him nearly as strongly as she longed to suck his penis. But she couldn't fully admit that to herself; she imagined she did this entirely for his benefit, to help with his visual stimulation needs (as if he needed any more erotic inspiration).

A thrill went through her as she recalled this was exactly where she stood when she used to learn over and give her son a goodnight kiss (though obviously in those days she wasn't naked above the waist or preening in such a lewd position). She was still smiling from ear to ear. "Okay, Tiger, here comes your goodnight kiss." 

She bent over and leaned down. That caused her breasts dangle down enticingly just a foot or so from Alan's face. But she pretended not to notice this and kissed him on the cheek. Then she kissed his the other cheek, and then the nose. 

Alan also kissed back several times but not on the mouth. He felt her nipples scrape along his upper chest from time to time. 

She pulled away a few inches and stared at him lovingly, right in the eyes. "Mmmm. That was nice. Just like when you were younger."

It wasn't like any childhood kiss or kisses Alan could recall, but he knew better than to point that out. They were slow and romantic kisses, the kind that usually were a prelude to full kisses on the lips. 

Then she leaned back forward, and Alan thought for sure a French kiss would follow. But instead she went to his left ear and kissed it. Or at least it was kind of a kiss. In fact, there was a lot of tongue. She seemed to alternate between licking all over his ear and planting small kisses all over it. 

No one had ever given any special physical attention to Alan's ears before, and he was surprised at just how powerfully erotic and all around great it felt. His erection twitched visibly under the covers, as if there was a direct connection between his ears and his dick. 

She eventually pulled back and just stood there. She still seemed oblivious that the robe had fallen, even though it was now in danger of falling off of her altogether. It was mostly bunched up around her waist and only a valiant struggle by the sash held it up. 

Between the long hugging and cuddling and the kiss, Alan hadn't been in a position to admire her bountiful rack. But now he was and stared at it without shame. 

Susan said, "You know, I've been thinking about what we did last night. Even though things went too far, I think Suzanne has the right idea. I have to get over my fears and phobias and the only way to do that is with constant practice. Just like how they help people to get over their fear of heights, or snakes, or what-have-you. What we need to do is practice, but without going too far and doing something sinful and depraved. Do you think you can handle that?" 

Alan nodded, trying not to appear too eager. He wasn't sure what she meant by "practice," but he figured that whatever it was would be good, especially since her chest was increasingly heaving with excitement. 

She knelt down by the edge of the bed. Thrusting her chest forward again, she said, "I think it's best if you... explore... my, uh, upper torso, er, chestal region. Since you seem so fascinated with that part of my body, we both get too excited when you touch me there. But it we practice it in some controlled setting, we'll get used to it and I won't be filled with such a constant and uncontrollable desire to suck your cock." She blushed, and bowed her head down. "Um, I mean, perform oral sex on your member." 

So Alan reached out with both hands. He saw that she was trembling all over in what was probably some combination of lust and fear, and he didn't want to scare her off. So he started tentatively at first, barely brushing her boobs with a feather light touch and keeping far away from her nipples. 

He saw that caused her to shiver and tremble even more, so he experimented with light touches. He grazed his hand in a careful boundary between touching and not touching. In so doing, he brushed her tiny and nearly invisible body hair in a delightful way that caused Susan to pant even louder. 

Susan said, "Tiger, please! Can you do something else? This practice is supposed to make me want to suck your cock less, not even more! God, it's so good! 

Alan obligingly moved his fingers to her nipples and began lightly twisting them. 

Susan gasped out loud. If anything, his nipple play felt even better and it was all she could do not to climax. 

Alan asked while he fondled, "I don't understand, Mom. I'm just playing with your breasts. What does that have to do with oral sex?"

Susan gazed longingly at the large bulge in the bed sheets as she answered, "I don't know. But there seemed to be some kind of connection between my nipples and my pussy. Heck, pretty much my entire breasts and my pussy, going straight to my little nub down there. When you touch them, you make me feel so good that I don't know up from down. All I know is that I want to make you feel good in return, and I start thinking about that... big... cock. That great big tasty... mouthwateringly delicious and thick... Oh so good and yummy... mmmm... COCK!" 

Susan was staring so intently that it seemed like she was going to burn a hole right through the sheets so she could get at his erection. 

But as much as Alan would have liked another blowjob, he wanted to stop Susan's emotional mood swings. He didn't want her to wake up the next day feeling ever worse about herself, because if that kept happening, eventually something much worse would happen, though he wasn't sure quite what. 

So he said, "Sssshhh! You'll wake up Ron! Do you want him to hear you yelling 'cock' in his son's bedroom?" 

She blushed. "No. I suppose not. Though he'd deserve it for what he's done to me!" 

"That may be. But we all took vows. Suzanne had me vow not to start anything with you for a while. We're just taking part in some harmless tit fondling, right? Nothing wrong with a son playing with his mother's tits. We're just hanging out, doing some friendly cuddling, getting over some phobias. Right?" 

Susan contemplated throwing the sheets back and stuffing Alan's erection down her throat. She knew that if she did he wouldn't be able to resist. Her nipples and pussy were tingling and an orgasm was slowly building inside of her. 

She thought, I am kneeling already. This is the standard cocksucking position, and my favorite position in the whole wide world! Naked and on my knees for my son! All I have to do is lean forward a little bit and he can keep playing with my chest while I suck! 

But then she grew nervous and looked towards Alan's door. It was clear from her face that she was thinking about her husband just down the hall.

She stood up, putting her tits out of her son's reach. As she did, her robe finally fell off the rest of the way. She turned around to pick it up so she could bend over and put her ass and pussy practically in her son's face. 

While she lingered an extremely long time picking up the robe, Alan had plenty of opportunity to notice just how wet she'd gotten between the legs. New rivulets were flooding out of her puffy pussy. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 12



Alan could clearly see every detail of her pussy lips between her legs. He was sorely tempted to reach out and "get her attention," but he remembered the importance of not pushing her too far yet again. He didn't want to do anything to stop this from happening again tomorrow night, so he refrained. 

But while he was timid in his lack of action, his imagination didn't hold back. He thought as he examined her pussy lips, Dang! That is where I want to be! Right in that fucking hole. Hot damn! I'm doing my sister and then I'm going to do my mother! I'm gonna BANG her! Yes! And that ass! It's so perfect it doesn't seem real. So firm and muscular, yet so soft and feminine. If I could just reach out... If only it wasn't for Ron... 

She finally stood up and turned back around to face him. "Thanks for the nice kiss, Tiger, but remember what I said about no funny stuff, okay? Otherwise we can't do this again tomorrow night."

"Okay, Mom. No funny stuff." His eyes greedily devoured her body, nude from head to toe. She also looked at him hungrily. Her eyes still lingered on the big tent in his bed sheets that was doing a very poor job of covering his erection. 

She said, "I'm proud of you. You showed some self-control and that gave me the strength to have self-control. All we did was have a goodnight kiss and work on curing our phobias a little bit. What's wrong with that?" She seemed as intent on convincing herself as she was in talking to him. 

"Oh. I forgot to tuck you in." She sat back down on his bed, still nude, and patted down and smoothed out his sheets, as she pulled them up to Alan's neck. She seemed to have particular "trouble" smoothing out the large bulge in the sheets between Alan's legs. 

Alan thought for sure that a handjob was in the offing, and he waited for her to start stroking. But suddenly she disengaged and stood up again.

"Good night, Tiger. Sweet dreams." She blew him a kiss, and then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again. 

Alan's hands went back to her chest without him even thinking about it. The simple cheek kiss lasted a ridiculously long time, a minute or more, and all the while he groped and kneaded her panting and heaving rack. 

When Susan stood up, she indirectly acknowledged the charade. "Tiger, I can't help you out directly with your problem, per se, at least not until Ron leaves. But I can give you a little visual stimulation every now and then. I think that's allowable, don't you?" 

He nodded. "Yep." 

"Do you think there's anything wrong with that? Is it a sin? Is it something good mommies shouldn't do?" 

"Of course it's not a sin, Mom. Geez! And I think you're the best mom ever because you're willing to help out like that." 

She smiled contentedly. She silently mouthed the words, "I love you." Then she put the robe back on and blew him another kiss as she walked out the door.

As soon as she left the room it was as if a spell was broken. She felt dirty and ashamed and fled back to her husband in bed. She had a hard time going back to sleep while she heard him breathing and snoring right there. However, relatively speaking she wasn't that upset, because she had been able to resist her extremely strong cocksucking urge. 

She eventually decided, That's it! Tonight I finally started to turn things around. I can have a little fun without going completely crazy. True, he managed to get me naked, which he seems to do to me every single time. But I resisted! I even brushed over his big cum-filled pole and I somehow stopped myself from stroking. Heck, I even managed not to climax. I can't allow myself to cum every time I see my son, so that's an important step. Maybe there's hope for me yet. 

Alan, meanwhile, already had a hand on his penis before she was even out the door and despite his exhaustion he got himself off quickly without much guilt at all. 

CHAPTER 5 (Tuesday, Oct. 29) 

The next morning, Alan woke up bright and early, excited about the new day. He'd been worried about Susan's state of mind after Suzanne's talk with him, but he felt very encouraged after Susan's goodnight kiss and tuck in the night before. He was acutely aware that it was a Tuesday. If the pattern of the past two weeks held, that meant his mother would at the very least jack him off as part of the dubious weekly "abnormality check." Given the way she'd been acting lately when she got horny, he wouldn't have been surprised if she gave him a blowjob too. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning and horny as all get out. 

When he got downstairs, Susan was there all alone. He'd set his alarm about half an hour earlier than usual with the hopes that he could have some time with his mother before Katherine came downstairs. To his great joy, he noticed from the dishes still on the dining room table that Ron had already eaten his breakfast and gone. All right! Excellent. Just Mom and me. 

He waved hello, and she waved back. Just from that little exchange, she blushed heavily. 

Cool, he thought. Sweetness. She's really nervous. After that goodnight kiss last night, she must be all horny. And she knows as well as I do that today's a Tuesday. I'll bet she's struggling not to just up and suck my cock right now. She's totally ready for action. If I can just get a little more aggressive, something good is bound to happen. Maybe more tit fondling with my supermodel mom! Oh man, I get so hard just thinking about it! 

He walked up to her, gave her a brief, friendly hug, and said, "Hey, Mom, how are you today? Feeling good? I'm feeling great! Yesterday was a great day. What are you thinking?" 

"Well, I'm thinking that I might have taken things a little far last night with the way I tucked you in, but overall, I'm feeling pretty proud of myself. I resisted serious temptation." 

"Good. Did Father leave for work?" 

"Yes, as a matter of he just did." 

"Great! I was thinking that we-" 

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" 

Alan had started to fondle her breasts through her clothes while he continued hugging her. But his hands froze while he said, "I'm just doing what I did last night. Is that a problem?" 

"You bet it is! You can't just walk up to me and fondle my big breasts any time you feel like it, you know. There's a time and a place for that kind of thing." 

"Okay, sorry." Hurt and confused, he withdrew his hands and broke the hug. "So when is the proper time?" 

She explained, "Last night was a special occasion because I gave you permission as part of an exercise to practice our self-control. If there are other such special occasions, I'll let you know. Meanwhile, you have to ask permission first before touching me." 

"Okay. Sorry, Mom." While Alan accepted that restriction as reasonable, he was still terribly horny and didn't want to be completely denied. His hands went down to her ass. 

She practically shrieked, "Tiger! What did you think you're doing now?!" 

"I'm getting your attention. Don't you remember? You told me that I could fondle your ass at any time to show you when I'm horny. Well, I'm horny now." He pressed in close so his hot erection rubbed up against her right hip. 

"Oh dear. I did say that, didn't I? What was I thinking?!" 

"I don't know. But I'm sure glad you said it. And I have a lot of 'getting of your attention' to do to make you see just how horny I am." 

Alan had been fondling her ass over her pale green dress, but now he lifted the dress up and came into contact with her panties.

"Mom, what's this? You know you're not allowed to wear underwear in this house. Do you have a good excuse for yourself?" 

Susan bowed her head bashfully in defeat. "I'm sorry, but Ron, he just left literally a minute or two before you came in. Suzanne said I'm allowed to wear them when he's around. After all, we don't want him to suspect anything." 

"True, but I don't see him now. So what are you waiting for?" 

"You want me to take my panties off? Right here? But that's so humiliating! I'm your mother!" 

"Hey, I don't make the rules, I just don't want to see any hypocrisy here. Why is it that you're so keen to enforce to rules you want, like no tit fondling, but not the ones you don't want?" 

Susan sighed. "Very well. I can't believe the things you make me do." 

But despite her appearance of reluctance, she was secretly delighted that Alan was acting unusually aggressive and "forcing" her to do things. She bent over at a right angle, spread her legs a little bit, flipped her dress up over her butt, and pulled her panties down ever so slowly. She suggestively wiggled her ass as she did so, yet despite her eagerness somehow she mainly gave off an impression that she was reluctant about the whole thing. 

As soon as she pulled her panties down to her thighs, Alan reached out and resumed fondling her ass. Only now he could see and feel her bare skin. 

She was so surprised at this (or at least seemed surprised) that she immediately stood back up. "Tiiiiiiger! What are you doing?!" 

"I'm getting your attention." 

She sighed theatrically. "Well okay, if you must. But remember, 'getting my attention' only involves the ass. You can't put your fingers in my most private place." 

In fact, Alan was working fast and he already was rubbing two fingers across her pussy lips. But he said, "Okay, I'll stay clear of there if you spread your legs a little wider. Remember, you're supposed to be helping with visual stimulation, too." 

"Oh, poo! You meanie! You're incorrigible." But she spread her legs. 

Susan just remained there bending over the sink while Alan explored her ass cheeks with both hands. The way she was bent forward allowed her dress to hang around her lower back most of the time, although sometimes Alan would have to tug it back up to continue his unimpeded fondling. She thought, This is so humilating! Why can't I tell him to stop? If I really insisted I'm sure he would. Why do his hands have to feel so damn good on my ass?! This is wrong and depraved! 

After about a minute of exploring her ass, Alan started to make small talk. "You know what I'm thinking about?" 

"What?" She pleaded, "And Tiger, no pussy! You promised." 

Alan was repeatedly rubbing Susan's perineum (the space between her anus and pussy), but his fingers had wandered a bit too far over her pussy lips. He withdrew them. "Sorry. It's just that I'm thinking about my new alarm clock." 

"Your new alarm clock? You got a new one? What does that have to do with anything?" 

"You don't remember? If I recall, I believe you called the clock the 'cock hungry mother.'"

Suddenly a flood of memories rushed into Susan's consciousness. She recalled the fateful Tuesday two weeks before when she'd nearly lost all control with Alan, and how she woke him up with a blowjob and called herself an "alarm clock" with that name.  

Susan was so shocked that she spun around and pushed her dress down. "Alan! Let's not speak about that around here! And I think you got my attention plenty by now. Enough attention getting!" She was miffed, but not that miffed, because her arousal was dulling all her other emotions. 

Alan was disappointed. He was having so much fun playing with his mother's body that he didn't want it to ever stop. He would have been more than happy to knead her peachy flesh all morning and see just how wet he could make her. Though he obediently followed her orders and withdrew his hands, he tried to think of some kind of new angle to keep playing. Then a thought came to him. 

"Okay. Sorry again. It's just that you're so sexy. But are you wearing a bra too? You know that's not allowed either." 

"Tiger! You're a real trial this morning, you know that? You know I'm wearing a bra; I'm sure you got a good feel of that earlier. But what am I supposed to do about it? Look at this dress." 

Susan had chosen a high collared dress because she woke up in a fairly prudish mood and hoped it would discourage Alan's attentions. But now her choice backfired on her. There really was no way for her to reach under the dress to take the bra off.  

"You'll just have to take the dress off first," Alan pointed out. 

"But Tiger," Susan pouted. "Can't I just take the bra off later?" 

"Rules are rules." Alan had never been so happy about house rules before, even though he wasn't quite sure where this rule came from in the first place. 

Susan looked around the kitchen frantically, as if trying to find an escape hatch she could slip out of. "But what about Angel? She could come down at any minute. Do you want her to see her mother standing naked in the kitchen?" 

Alan honestly wouldn't have minded that too much, but he said, "Katherine's still sleeping like a baby. You know her alarm won't wake her up for another fifteen minutes or so, and she has a normal alarm clock."

Susan blushed like a new bride at that oblique reference to cocksucking. She complained in a desperate voice, "But she could come down earlier than that. You did." 

Alan pressed her, "Well then, the sooner you get it over with, the safer you'll be. We can't have you running around with a bra all day." 

"Fine!" Susan complained hotly as she began pulling her dress over her head. "But I'm not happy about this. Not one bit! Somehow, you always seem to find a way to get me out of all my clothes. It's so improper." 

Alan waited until she had the dress on the counter and her bra in her hands and then put his hands back on her ass and resumed fondling. 

"Tiger! What's gotten into you?!" 

Alan grinned mischevieously. "Well, I'm getting your attention again 'cos you got me even more aroused than before and I have to express that to you." 

"You're dangerous! I want you to go to the breakfast table and sit down. You're really pushing your luck this morning, buster!" The lust was obvious in her tone of voice.

Alan said, "Okay," but his hands were still on her butt. He ran a finger up and down her ass crack as he said, "But no underwear, right? All the time? Every day?" 

Susan bowed her head again, this time even more submissively. "Yes, yes, yes, already! I'm sorry I broke the rules and I'll keep my undies off from now on, at least when Ron's not at home. Is that okay with you?" 

Alan was feeling a bit devilish and replied, "Yes, so long as you get permission from me, Sis, or Aunt Suzy first." 

Susan grumbled, "Oh, very well. But please! Control yourself. Is my ass really that interesting to you?" 

Alan grinned in triumph. "Yes it is. Thanks, Mom." He let go of her ass, kissed her on the top of her head, and went to the dining room. 

His erection was so hard and unsatisfied after all that teasing that he knew first-hand just how painful blue balls could be. But he figured he'd pushed his luck way too far already and to do something bold like take his penis out to stroke it would be downright unwise. He still needed to shower before school and figured he'd jack off there. 

He could still see most of Susan's naked body because the only thing separating the kitchen and dining room was a high counter and rather that go all the way to the breakfast table he chose to eat at the counter. Sitting up on a high stool there gave him a great view of his busty mother. 

She was in the process of putting her dress back over her head when Alan said, "Hold it!" 

Susan brought the dress back down and looked at him with chagrin. "What now?" 

"You said you'd help with visual stimulation. You promised. You know that dress isn't visually stimulating. It's one of your old ones. Why don't you go upstairs and put on one of your really sexy ones?" 

Defeated again, Susan put the dress on the counter. 

Alan immediately snapped it up into his hands to prevent her from wearing it on her way upstairs. He brought the dress behind his back and kept it there. To prevent her from saying anything about that and to keep her milling about naked, he said, "I noticed today's a Tuesday."

She blushed again. "Yes, Son. I noticed that too."

"Does that mean that, you know, you'll be doing one of those abnormality checks?"

Frustrated with him, she huffed, "The only thing abnormal about you is your brain! It seems you're not happy until you've taken all my clothes off and are wantonly fondling my naked body!" 

Alan laughed. "Yep. I'd say that about sums it up." 

She just rolled her eyes and shook her head. But she put an extra wiggle in her hips as she walked away from him to get a cereal box and cereal bowl for him. 

Walking back, while holding the cereal box over her leaking pussy, she addressed his abnormality check question. "I don't know. We'll see. I've been thinking about it, but you've been acting so strange and aggressive this morning that I'm having second thoughts. I don't want us to lose control." 

Alan held his hands up in front of him in a surrender gesture. "I'll be good, I promise! It's true sometimes I kid around, but you know I keep my promises. When there's a rule, I don't break it. Aren't we just having fun here? I'd never want to hurt you. I love you so much!" 

He was completely sincere and honest, but also as conniving as Eddie Haskell, in saying those things right then. 

Susan walked around the counter to where he sat, grabbed her dress from behind his back, and said, "We'll see." She walked to the refrigerator still holding the dress and brought him a carton of milk for his cereal. She put an extra swish in her hips as she walked away from him, knowing that he was looking. 

She repeated herself, "We'll see. I'm not making any promises. I'm going to have to talk to Suzanne about it and about your outlandish behavior this morning. Eat your cereal and meanwhile I'm going to hopefully go upstairs and actually get a chance to put some clothes on. I have no idea what I'll wear that can satisfy you and not also freak out your sister, but I'll try." 

As she walked towards the big gap between the living room and dining room, she paused and said, "Okay, Tiger, if you can control yourself a little bit better than you did this morning, we'll do your check. I really see no choice, since no one else knows how to do it. I don't know when we can do it, though. Your father is going to be home in the afternoon for once in his life, so not then. I made him promise to come home early so we could have some more quality time together. But if the chance comes up later, I'll see what I can do. We might have to wait until tomorrow to do it."

Alan stood up, walked over to her, and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom! You're the best!" He ran a hand up and down her shapely bare back. 

She just shot him another chagrined look and walked away towards the stairs, still naked and still merely holding her dress. 

Although she looked annoyed at his behavior, Alan could tell at least a part of her loved it. For one thing, she walked away Suzanne-style: slowly and with an extra sexy sashaying of her hips. Also, he could see drops of pussy juice sparkling from across the room as rivulets ran down her thighs. Plus, as she walked upstairs she didn't use the dress in her hands to cover up any of her privates as she let him stare. 

Although Alan's penis was still in a state of frustration, all in all he was a very happy camper. 

Susan came back downstairs a few minutes later wearing a gorgeous dress more suited to going to a formal ball that cooking breakfast, and Alan was even happier. She seemed regretful to be so covered up in front of him. 

Before Alan left for school, he had an extremely satisfying orgasm in the shower.

CHAPTER 6

Knowing that Susan wouldn't be available for the abnormality check in the afternoon, Alan wanted to stay away from home and keep his mind off of that or else he knew he'd go stir crazy all afternoon with the thought of it. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 12



So instead he decided to hang out with his friend Sean. They were headed over to Sean's house for the afternoon to play video games, but on the way over they stopped at a Baskin Robbins to get some ice cream.

While they sat there eating their ice cream, Heather walked in arm-in-arm with Rock, her handsome quarterback boyfriend. It would have been pretty impossible for anyone there not to notice Heather, since she could stop traffic with her looks. And unlike say Amy or Katherine, both of whom still dressed and acted conservatively in public, Heather always flaunted what she had. She clicked and clacked her way across the tile floor in four inch high heels. 

When Heather noticed Alan sitting at a table with his friend, she immediately came over to him. Her pointy nipples, which nearly burst out of her skintight top, led the way. Arms crossed and angry, she said, "You! You have some nerve! You said you'd help me out, and then you didn't!"

Alan couldn't figure out what she was talking about, since he'd only briefly talked to Heather face to face once before in his life. After some quick thinking, he figured it had to be related to his painting of the cheerleaders. He almost frantically answered, "Don't talk about it here!" But luckily he kept his mouth shut.

"Don't act dumb!" she went on. "You promised that you would help me with my homework, and then you disappeared. I have a big essay due tomorrow, and what am I supposed to do now?" 

Alan knew that because Heather was so beautiful, lots of pathetic, nerdy guys "helped her study," which meant they did her homework in return for a chance to talk to her a bit. If they helped out a lot, she'd do something like kiss them on the cheek. Her boyfriend tolerated this with amusement, as it gave him more time to be with her. Not too many weeks ago, Alan would have been happy to be one of those guys, but she didn't even give him that much attention back then.

Alan decided to play along and act like he didn't know what it was all about, so he said, "Um, I'm really sorry. I forgot."

"Well," she said doubtfully, "I might forgive you if you write my essay for me."

Alan wasn't sure what he should say, or even had the slightest idea why she was clearly lying to and about him like this, out in the open. "Okay?" he guessed. He figured this was all for the benefit of her listening boyfriend.

"That's better," she said condescendingly. "We can go to my house right now and I'll give you the assignment."

"Now?" he asked, still genuinely puzzled. His heart was pounding with fear, confusion, and excitement. "What about my friend, and your... friend?"

"Darling," Heather said huskily to her boyfriend Rock, who stood a few feet away to look at ice cream flavors, "I have to go give this guy the stupid homework thing. Can I do that after we have our ice cream and then meet you at the theater in time for the movie later?"

"Sure, Sweetiebunch," Rock replied inattentively.

She turned back to Alan. "We're going to a matinee so we'll have to make this quick."

Alan nodded an acknowledgment of that. "Sean?" Alan asked of his friend.

Sean was in awe of Heather, and only wished he could be the one to talk with her. "Don't mind me, I'll be okay."

"Thanks." Heather smiled at the both of them. 

Sean nearly melted with delight that Heather even acknowledged his existence. 

Alan momentarily pondered why Heather's idiotic boyfriend would allow her out in public dressed the way she was. She clearly hadn't worn a bra, because her nipples, prominent at any time anyway, poked out so obviously that they alone got Alan extremely excited.

Heather and her boyfriend Rock picked out their ice cream and sat at the table behind Alan to eat it. 

Alan didn't pay them any more attention, until he felt a hand on his butt. The feel of the fingers and nails confirmed to him the nearly unbelievable fact that it was Heather's hand there. 

She's sitting in the chair behind mine talking to her boyfriend while she's sticking her hand inside the band of my shorts! And he's huge and muscular - he's gonna kill me! What the hell?! She was mocking me at the beach the other day, and now this?! How the heck do I get her to stop?!

Alan continued to lick his ice cream cone and tried to maintain a poker face. He expected disaster to strike at any moment. 

Heather, on the other hand, looked like she had merely casually draped her arm behind the backrest of her chair. No one seemed to notice that her hand found the crack of Alan's butt. Her fingers were on a mission, and soon her index finger began to probe the door to his asshole.

Alan didn't dare turn around and look towards Heather. Instead, he tried to casually scope out the rest of the ice cream parlor to see if anyone had caught on. He became acutely aware that the guy who scooped the ice cream cones had a perfect vantage point to look straight ahead and see the hand of a woman sitting at one table massaging the butt of a man at the table behind her. And he was in fact staring in the right general direction, but luckily he was completely fixated on Heather's tits. 

I'm going to get killed by her boyfriend before I leave the store. But if I don't, that other guy's gonna see for sure, and then he's gonna start telling everybody, and then Heather's boyfriend will find out, and then he'll track me down and beat the living shit out of me at some point down the road! Any other customer could notice at any moment, too. They might even say something out loud, right now!

Alan began to consume his ice cream with a vengeance while, at the same time, he tried valiantly not to squirm away from Heather's probing digit. When he finished, he slowly stood up and made sure that Heather knew what he was doing so she could unobtrusively remove her hand first.

Heather turned around and looked up at him, as if she had just recalled that he was still there. She asked him, "Are you going somewhere? Aren't you going to wait for me?"

"Yeah, I was just... throwing my napkin away."

"Oh. If your friend doesn't mind, why don't you sit over here and meet my boyfriend, Rock." There were actually benches for two on each side of the tables, and she patted the space on the bench beside her for Alan to sit down.

Alan came around and sat next to her, too worried to give much thought to his abandoned friend Sean. "Hi, Rock, I'm Alan," he said, as he reached his hand across the table to shake Rock's strong hand. He already vaguely knew of Rock since he was the school's quarterback. 

"I'm Rock. It's short for Rockwell," the jock explained as he practically crushed Alan's hand with a casually firm handshake. "If you're helping Heather on her homework, you must be quite the brain." He'd said this very line so many times to so many others like Alan that it was more like a script for him rather than a genuine pleasantry.

"Yeah, well, I don't know about that..." Inane small talk ensued. Rock seemed visibly annoyed by Alan's presence, but he continued to talk just to be polite.

Alan sat to the left of Heather. As Rock talked, Alan felt Heather's fingers playfully crawl across his leg like a spider, and land on his crotch. His heart leapt up into his throat. He was sure Rock would figure out what was going on by the stunned look on his face. 

By now Alan had realized it was a big mistake to have sat next to Heather. But he felt helpless to stop her reckless moves. 

She put her hand on his upper thigh and then drew up until her hand reached the waistband of his shorts. She slid her hand under his shorts and underwear and found his penis. She began to rub him slowly, even as she joined in the small talk. None of this could be seen from above the table.

But, apparently, even that wasn't good enough for her. She withdrew her hand and then began to unzip to his shorts. 

Alan thought for sure he would die of fright as he heard the sound of the zipper move. It sounded as loud as a jet plane to his ears, but apparently Rock remained oblivious. Alan's heart pounded even more wildly than it already had been thumping.

Then Heather put her hand inside his fly, pulled out his penis, and began to play with it again. 

Alan nearly fainted as he imagined Rock leaning forward over the table to see his private parts just hanging out with Heather's tanned hand stroking away. 

She rubbed his hard penis aggressively, as if she really wanted him to quickly cum all over the place. Alan was too shocked to use his brain over and above barely being able to keep his end of the small talk going. So she just continued to rub him with her fingers and bring him closer and closer to orgasm. 

Alan didn't know how to get out of this situation, because if he stood up, her hand would rise up above the table, too. Since he sat opposite from Rock, the thought suddenly occurred to him that if he came, it might splatter all over Rock's legs. But not even that thought or any other he could come up with helped his erection go down.

Ironically, it was Rock who saved him. Bored with Alan's company, he said to Heather, "Honeybunch, why don't we go," and he stood up to leave. 

She immediately withdrew her hand before he raised high enough to see where it had gone. 

Alan rushed his hands to his groin. He covered up and then discreetly stowed his penis away before Rock looked in that direction.

A minute or two later, Alan said his good-byes to both Rock and Sean, and got into the car he'd borrowed from his mother. Heather slid into the front passenger's seat. This left his friend Sean totally stranded. 

However, Sean seemed not only to understand but even encouraged him to leave with the teenaged sex bomb. No doubt Sean was putting himself in Alan's shoes. He imagined that it was he who was allowed to help Heather with her homework, except that before long they'd be making love instead. He thought this was just an idle and completely impossible fantasy. Had he known just how accurate it was, he would have had very different thoughts about letting Alan leave with his dream girl Heather. 

CHAPTER 7

As soon as Heather got in the car with Alan and closed the door, he muttered, "You're insane! Are you trying to get me killed?"

"That was so much fun," she said happily in a low voice, even as she maintained a poker face of her own. 

Rock could still see them as he walked to his car, but he finally turned away. 

Heather looked at Alan with concern for the first time. "How are you handling this? Can you deal?" 

Alan was determined not to be outdone by Heather. "Yeah, I'm good. I can deal. I can roll with the punches." He had no idea what he was agreeing to. 

"Good. That's what Kim told me. I didn't completely believe her, but I'm glad I decided to find out for myself. I haven't had this much fun in years! Sex with a nerd. Ha! Now take me home and fuck me already." 

Alan couldn't believe his ears. He had a hard time just managing to breathe. It took some time before he could manage to gasp out, "What?!" 

"You heard me," Heather replied calmly, greatly amused at Alan's obvious panic. "Can you deal, or what?" 

"Yeah... I... can deal." 

"Then let's go! My parents are still at work, but we don't have much time. I hope you can drive with my hand on your cock." She unzipped his fly again even before Rock was out of sight.

Alan had been in a lot of strange situations in recent weeks, but he considered this one was the most astounding of them all. He thought, Holy fuck! At the beach she was talking to Simone like I was some kind of low life scum. And now she wants to fuck?! Furthermore, she somehow expects me to drive with her hand on my Johnson?! There's no way! No friggin' way! 

But somehow Alan found a way. He made no attempt to talk at all so he could devote all of his attention to driving. 

It wasn't easy to concentrate, though. Heather kept her fingers running up and down Alan's shaft the entire time. In actuality, she was very limited and light in her touches because she didn't want to get in an accident or have Alan shoot off in the car. But it sure didn't feel that way to Alan. The mere fact that she was touching his penis while he was driving, or that she was touching his penis at all for that matter, was so exciting that it was a constant struggle for him not to cum. 

Heather didn't try to talk to him except to tell him when to turn. She was extremely aroused and panting heavily with desire. 

When he arrived at her house and Alan was able to safely park the car, he finally let out a huge sigh of relief. We made it! Nobody killed! Good God, never again. Never. My heart can't take it! 

But now that the danger of an accident had passed, Heather began stroking him more intently, and with two hands. She even pulled his balls out of his shorts too, so she could fondle them as well. 

"What's the matter?" she teased him. "Cat got your tongue? Something on your mind, perhaps? Something ... distracting you?" She laughed at his discomfort. 

"God, stop! Please! I can't take it!" 

"What? Are you having second thoughts about fucking me? Don't wanna fuck the head cheerleader?" Her hand flew up and down his shaft as she milked him for all she was worth. 

"Arrgh!" He closed his eyes tightly and struggled mightily not to cum. His whole body tensed up as part of the struggle, but he knew he couldn't last for long. 

Suddenly, Heather laughed and stopped her stroking. "Well, I'll be. Score another point for Kim. She said you have the most amazing control, and you do. How is it you haven't cum already? If you were my boyfriend Rock, you would have lost it about the first minute I touched you back in the Baskin Robbins." 

Alan groaned again to be reminded that the girl he was with was cheating on the bulky and dangerous quarterback. He was in no condition to explain his self-control techniques as he was still doing all he could not to cum even though Heather had stopped touching him. He felt like he was on the verge of hyperventilating and fought just to breathe. 

Heather abruptly opened the door on her side of the car and made to get out. "Come on! Are you just going to sit there? We have some hard core fucking to do! Let's go!" 

Alan zipped up, got out of the car, and managed to make his way to the front door of Heather's house. He wanted to run, and Heather pulled him along to hurry up, but he more waddled along. He moved like someone who'd just been kicked in the balls.  

He briefly worried that some of Heather's family were home - it seemed as if Heather loved to play with fire. He was relieved to find the house mercifully empty. 

Heather led Alan up the stairs by his hand and burst into her room. She immediately set to taking her clothes off. Her blue jeans were so tight that it was quite a wiggly struggle for her to get them off. 

Alan was happy to see her delayed because it gave him a minute or two to recover from the whirlwind of events that led him here, and it gave his penis a little chance to recover as well. He looked around and was surprised to see how girly and frilly Heather's room was. He guessed that she hadn't changed it much since she was a lot younger. 

As Heather continued to undress, he noted with surprise that she had no panties to take off, which meant she must have gone the whole afternoon, at the very least, without them. He'd already noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, so once her blue jeans came off she was ready for action again. 

Heather was well aware that if a guy had already cum once, he generally lasted much longer the second or third time. She also knew that Alan had suffered greatly from all the teasing in the store and the car and he was liable to shoot quickly right now. So she knelt in front of him, pulled his shorts down, and resumed jacking him off. 

As she started to stroke, she said in a sultry voice, "So, did you ever think you'd be in my room with my hand around your cock, about to fuck the mighty Heather Morgan? Have you dreamed of fucking me? Have you masturbated just dreaming about it?"  

Alan was about to honestly answer yes to all her questions (though he found it a bit odd that she called herself "the mighty Heather Morgan"). He had masturbated while thinking about her, many times, in fact. But then he remembered at the beach how Heather mocked guys who were too worshipful and fawning. So he just answered as briefly as he could, "Uh huh." 

As it so happened, he was in no state to talk much more than that anyway. He was so keyed up that he knew it wouldn't take long for Heather to get him to shoot a load, whether he tried to fight it or not. 

Sure enough, less than a minute after Heather resumed stroking him, his balls tightened and he yelled, "Cumming!"

Heather got off at the sight of just how far she could get her male friends to shoot and who could shoot the farthest. So she held his penis in such a way to maximize the trajectory of Alan's spurting. 

They both watched his cum fly high into the air and across the room. His cum sailed in a great arc and landed on the carpet about four feet away. 

Alan thought to himself that she'd regret wasting it like that if she only knew how good his cum tasted, but he was too modest to say that out loud. 

Instead, he fell back on the bed, emotionally and physically wiped out. 

But Heather was hopping about with energy, unusually chirpy and happy. In her haste to undress she'd left her white top pulled up around her shoulders. She considered taking it all the way off, but decided it was more sexy to leave it on that way.  

As she waited for Alan's penis to rebound, she went back to her questions that Alan had merely answered with a vague "Uh huh." She was so vain that she wanted more adulation than that. She prodded, "Alan, you were saying about how you've wanted me forever?" 

Alan though, remembered again how much she'd hurt him at the beach and how she had no respect for guys who fawned over her too much. So he replied, fairly honestly, "Sure, you're beautiful. Very beautiful. But to be honest, I've kind of always pined mostly for Christine." 

That got Heather's goat. Even though Simone had recently told her about Alan's crush on Christine, she pretended not to know so she could play up her reaction. "Christine? You're joking, right? What do you see in her? Sure, she may have boobs. Okay, very big boobs. And I'll admit she's got a nice face and probably a halfway decent bod. But her personality! Gaaawd! Give me a break! Is she trying to win the Miss Goody Two Shoes award or something? Make me gag. Jesus! What a prude. And what a demanding bitch, too! She's so high maintenance. A virgin bitch. What a sorry combination. What ever do you see in her?" 

Alan thought that now wasn't the time to point out that Heather was the pot calling the kettle black when it came to bitchiness. He figured he was pushing his luck already from not praising Heather to the high heavens. So he answered, half-jokingly, "I guess it must be the boobs." 

Heather groaned. "Gaaawd! Men! So predictable. But enough talking. Are we gonna fuck or what?" 

Alan felt like responding with a sarcastic comment about how wonderfully romantic Heather was making the event, but he held his tongue. His penis was quickly reviving, helped along by Heather's wandering fingers, and he was as eager to fuck as she was. So instead of talking any more, he pulled her up to the bed and promptly laid down on top of her. 

The two of them were so worked up that there was no need for any more foreplay. Alan immediately pushed his hardness into her and began pumping away. They got down to some intense and very physical fucking.

After some minutes of that, Alan got up, pinned Heather to the wall, and did her standing up. He fucked her hard and long. 

Heather was normally quite a vocal lover. After a few minutes of getting more comfortable with him, she cried out, "Bang me, Alan, bang me! Show me how good you are at fucking! Show me you're a man, a real man!"




Six Times a Day Pt. 13



Six Times a Day, Part 13: Hard to Handle 

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Oct. 30)

Alan woke up Wednesday morning weary but excited. Weary, because he hadn't been able to take his nap or sleep as much as he wanted, and he was also wiped out from a number of great sexual experiences. He'd pushed his luck overtaxing his penis with Susan and Heather. It still hurt a little bit the next morning. 

Alan was disappointed about the day's prospects. For one thing, when he came down for breakfast, Ron was there reading a newspaper and eating scrambled eggs. Ron had been leaving for work early on many days during this visit, so Alan had hoped to get lucky. But now Alan's chances for erotic fun before he left for school were shot. Looking on the bright side, he decided giving his penis some more hours to rest wouldn't hurt. 

But more distressing was Susan's attitude. At one point, Alan went to his room to get his backpack and school books, and Susan caught him in there, closing the door behind her. Looking nervous and guilty, she said, "Tiger, what we did yesterday was ... not a bad thing. I'm happy to help you with your medical problem, as long as you remember that what I said and did was done just to help inspire you. But I've been thinking about Ron. True, things haven't been good between him and I, and he's been cheating on me, but can I really blame him? The way I used to be, a cold fish in bed literally frightened about sex, who could blame him for needing to find some sexual outlet? The amazing thing is that he didn't divorce me yet." 

She continued as she stood leaning against Alan's door, "In any case, what we're doing behind his back, it isn't right. I think he's fundamentally a good guy." 

Alan had been told some about Ron's cheating and he wanted to say something about that. But he decided it wasn't his place. Furthermore, he thought the best thing to do when Susan was going through one of her recent mood swings was to just go along with it. 

She said, "Even just talking to you right now makes me feel sinful and guilty. So now that your weekly abnormality check is done, can we just go back to being a normal family until he leaves? That's only two more days. And I don't want you sneaking off with Suzanne either. She's still in my doghouse for telling me 'yes' when she should have said 'no.' Can you just take care of things yourself for two days, maybe with whoever your mystery assistants are at school?" 

"Sure, Mom. That sounds completely reasonable. I'm sorry if you feel like I've been pushing you into things you don't want to do. Now, unfortunately, I've really got to run or I'll be late to school." 

As he left his room, Susan gave him a kiss and a hug that were disturbing in their completely non-sexual nature. 

Alan was disappointed, but he consoled himself that at least Susan wasn't mad at him and she hadn't fallen back into full-on prudish mode. All he had to do was wait two days and hopefully things would change around the house again. 

In fact, when it came to the long term, Alan was increasingly excited about his prospects. It looked like things were progressing nicely on many fronts, and he'd even had sex with the head cheerleader. Having two fairly sex-free days until Ron left didn't sound too terrible. Besides, he and Katherine had another session at Kim's house planned for Thursday afternoon just hours before Ron was supposed to leave.

And then there was Glory at school. They'd skipped doing anything on Tuesday so as to not raise too many suspicions. When lunch rolled around on Wednesday, she was therefore especially eager for more, but Alan was not. In mind, yes, but not in body. 

Her hands were on his crotch almost the instant the last of the other students were gone, but his penis was so overworked that even getting hard was painful for him. That was hard for Glory to understand. 

She pulled down his elastic shorts and placed her hand on the bulge in his underwear. It was flaccid. "Alan, is there something wrong? Two days and you're already tired of me?"

"No way, Glory," he replied. "I've been whistling the 'Battle Hymn of the Republic' all day long." That was true - he meant the 'Glory, Glory' version. "But it hurts. It really does. Why don't we practice our kissing?"

Glory had to content herself with kissing and groping for the rest of the lunch break. The gossipy teacher wondered to herself what, or more likely, who, had gotten his penis so worn out, but she didn't pry. 

CHAPTER 2

Alan went home expecting to have a boring day, now that the Tuesday excitement was all over and Thursday had yet to arrive. 

But he didn't take Suzanne's mindset into account. Suzanne knew that she was supposed to play it cool until Susan felt like she'd been punished sufficiently. That was at least until Ron left and possibly longer. They were getting along great and had a fine time exercising together that morning, but Susan felt it necessary to punish Suzanne just the same. Susan had decided that her main problem was that she hadn't been tough enough on anything and was trying to take stronger stands all around. 

Suzanne didn't like that. She didn't think it was fair that she'd been forced to go days without any Alan fun, when all she did was help Susan discover her sexual side and have the time of her life with countless orgasms. She decided it wouldn't harm anyone if she could have a little secret fun with Alan. Besides, she wanted to give herself a big reward for how far she'd managed to bring her scheme along.

When Alan got home, Katherine was already there, hanging out in the living room. Almost as soon as he came in, Suzanne entered the house as well. Susan was in the kitchen and Ron was still at work. 

Katherine was reading a magazine on a couch but she jumped up and excitedly ran to the front door to greet Suzanne, as if her arrival wasn't an everyday occurrence.

"Hi Suzanne!" she yelled as she ran into Suzanne's arms. The two hugged each other, and then kissed. 

Alan thought as he watched, First one cheek, then the other, and then square on the lips! His brain reeled. They kissed on the lips? What the fuck? Whoa. 

The kiss wasn't long, and they walked into the living room as if such kissing was nothing unusual. Katherine went back to reading. Susan remained in the kitchen and never saw what happened. 

But Alan was positive he'd never seen his sister and "aunt" French kiss before. What was THAT?! Was that a sign of something really sexual? Or are they just being friendly? I hear women sometimes kiss on the lips without it meaning anything. But still. ... Hmm... Is this part of "sexing things up" around the house to help me out? Because if it is, it sure is working!

Suzanne brought her bikini over and said she was in a mood to use the pool. This was very unusual as she wasn't much of a swimmer and even less of a sunbather due to her very fair skin. When she did swim she usually used the pool back at her own house. 

Alan realized there was obviously some ulterior motive for this behavior. As it was known by all that Ron wouldn't be home until around dinner time, Alan figured she was up to some sexy mischief. Even though he was exhausted and desperately wanted a nap, he decided to hang out by the pool for a bit first, and see what Suzanne would do.

Susan was keen on enforcing her punishment as part of her new "get tough" resolve. Suspicious, she went out to sunbathe with Suzanne so she could keep an eye on things. She put on a sexy and skimpy bikini so she could compete with the one Suzanne was wearing. 

Katherine, somewhat surprisingly, didn't join them. She wanted to play it cool until Ron left and she wasn't sure how well she could hold up in front of her mother and Suzanne. She felt like there was a big "I fucked my brother!" sign on her face and was especially worried that Suzanne would figure out what was going on if she spent time watching the two siblings interact. 

Suzanne wanted to make sure Alan didn't go for a nap. While Alan was getting himself a drink in the kitchen, she said as she opened the sliding door to the back patio, "Sweetie, make sure to meet me out back in a few. There's something we should discuss." She walked away towards the pool with her trademark exaggerated hip swaying sexy walk. She knew that would get his attention, especially given the thong style to her bikini. 

Alan came out a short time later, after doing some things in his room. 

As he came up to the two mothers where they both lay on adjacent lawn chairs, Susan said, "Tiger, don't pay any mind to Suzanne's bathing suit, and I put bathing suit in quotes. She's promised me that's she'll wear something else next time."

"Nice bikini, Suzanne," Alan replied mischievously. "I especially like the top" - there was no top - "but the bottom isn't half bad either." The bottom was more of a G-string than a bikini, and didn't even completely cover Suzanne's hairy bush. He also noticed and appreciated the lewd way Suzanne was sitting, with her legs splayed out wide as if waiting to be fucked.

"Suzanne, I told you this would happen!" Susan said in exasperation. "You're corrupting him!"

""If you don't like the bikini, Susan, I can take it off," Suzanne innocently suggested, and made a motion to begin pulling her bikini bottom all the way off.

"No thanks! That wasn't the solution I had in mind!" Susan replied in greater frustration. She was particularly frustrated that Alan only had eyes for Suzanne, thanks to her best friend's toplessness. She sat up and thrust her chest out in an attempt to compete, but Alan still seemed more interested in Suzanne and her bouncy bare boobs. 

"How many people here vote that I should take it all off?" Suzanne asked, and raised her hand. Alan raised his hand too. They both smiled as they knew they outnumbered Susan two to one.

"How many people vote that I should keep it on?" Suzanne continued.

Susan raised her hand. But rather than accept the two to one results, she complained, "This isn't a democracy! This is my house, I make the rules, and I don't even know why I let you come out here with that fraction of a thing on in the first place. Geez! What about propriety? What if my husband saw you like that?" 

"Okay, okay," Suzanne said, and lay back down. She knew she was already in Susan's doghouse and didn't want to make things worse. Plus, they were only talking about taking off the bikini bottoms; she already had the top off, and that put her ahead of Susan in keeping Alan interested. 

Susan on the other hand still jealously fumed at how Alan barely even noticed her in her much more conservative suit. He's hardly even noticing me! If this keeps up, maybe I should take my top off too. Not that I want to... Grrr! I totally want to! But I'd look like a supreme hypocrite after just chastising Suzanne for taking hers off, plus Angel is wandering around the house somewhere, so I guess I'm stuck. 

So, while Susan kept her bikini top on, she began applying suntan lotion on herself in the most sensual manner she could muster. Sitting up with her chest thrust out, she spent most of her time with her hands on her breasts. 

A new thought occurred to Susan, and she asked, "Anyway, Suzanne, I heard you saying you wanted Alan for something. What did you call him out here for? Just so you could make fun of my more sensible standards of decency?"

"No Susan, of course not. We can make fun of those anytime," she gently teased, smiling a wry smile. "And you're right, I certainly do want him for something." Suzanne made sure Susan saw that she looked at Alan's crotch and licked her lips.

"Suzanne," Susan chided. "I don't know what you mean exactly, but no doubt it's very sexual, so please cut it out."

Alan now was looking back and forth as Susan and Suzanne talked. Between the way Susan was caressing her breasts with the suntan lotion application and Suzanne preening and posing while bare-chested, his only trouble was that he couldn't look at both of them at the same time. His penis was hard and finally all the pain and soreness was gone. 

Suzanne sat up in her chair to directly face Susan. "So what makes you think I'd be thinking something sexual? Maybe you're projecting." As she moved, she jiggled her bare tits in an exaggerated fashion, making sure Alan could see from where he stood. She also sat up in her chair on her hands and knees supposedly to get closer to Susan, but actually so Alan could have a great look at her nearly naked ass. Everyone knew what she was doing, as she couldn't help but smile mischievously.

"Suzanne! Please! You're going too far. You had something pressing for Alan?"

Suzanne thought to herself, That one's too easy. But she couldn't resist. She stared blatantly at the bulge in Alan's swimsuit. As she wiggled her butt, covered by only a thin string down her ass, she replied, "Actually, I was rather hoping that Alan had something pressing for me. Mmmm. Yummy. Looks like he does."

"Suzanne!" Susan huffed. 

"Sorry." She sat back in her chair and became more serious. "Actually, I brought Alan out here to offer him a job." 

Suzanne proceeded to tell Alan that her usual pool cleaning boy wasn't coming by this week, and today was his usual day. She concluded by asking, "Could you clean the pool instead, Sweetie? It's only a two-hour job, and I'll pay you well. How does $50 sound?"

"Sounds great!" He was genuinely and pleasantly surprised at the opportunity. Even though Alan's family was rich, his mother tried hard not to spoil him, so he actually had very little spending money. He was even forced to work crappy jobs during the summers.

"Okay, Sweetie, why don't we head on over and I'll show you what to do." They got up and went to the Pestridge house a few minutes later. Because they used the connecting gate between their backyards they didn't have to go and change first, though Suzanne did put her top back on. 

Susan was flummoxed: not only did Suzanne monopolize much of Alan's attention at the pool, but now she'd taken him away from her altogether.

CHAPTER 3

About the only times Alan had ever been over to Suzanne's house was when there were dinners there involving both families, or when he passed through it on the way to use the tennis court. It was out back and on a lower level away from both the house and the pool. Amy usually used the gate in the fences between their houses, but she was the only one. Suzanne usually felt it was more dignified to come and go through the front doors. 

They walked in silence. 

Suzanne had a big smile on her face, and thought as she swung her hand with his, Like taking candy from a baby. It's so easy to manipulate Susan, and of course I can do whatever I want with my Sweetie. I've never unleashed my full manipulative powers on Susan, since after all she is my friend and a very moral person. But this is so okay because secretly it's what she wants. She's loving life! But I love it even more. I might just go all the way with Alan today, heh-heh-heh. ... Not that I would, actually. The time isn't ripe, 'cos Susan wouldn't be ready to hear about that. But I could if I wanted to. It's so close. Everything is coming together!

Suzanne went into her house for a minute while she kept Alan waiting by the side of her pool. She wanted to double check that no one else was home or would be back soon. After calling Eric and talking to him briefly, she walked back outside. 

Standing next to Alan by the side of the pool, she took her bikini top off again. Then she revealed her real purpose. "Time to show you what to do, Mr. Pool Boy. There's not much to the job, actually."

Alan had a hard time paying attention to what she was saying because he was overcome by lust. 

Suzanne stood proudly before Alan, posing for him with her hands on her hips. One hand resting on a hip also casually pulled at her minuscule bikini bottom and pulled it to the side so Alan could see her bush.

He gushed, "Aunt Suzy, have I ever told you you're a goddess?"

She laughed. "Yes, but not yet today, unfortunately."

"I'll have to make a daily habit of it then, because you are perfection."

"I could think of worse daily habits, like smoking." They were both all smiles and Suzanne was particularly happy at the compliment. But she then complained, "I'm not perfection. What about my blue veins?" She ran her hands over her exposed boobs, tracing some barely visible veins with her fingers. "What about the crow's feet around my eyes?" 

Alan responded sincerely, "Every thing about you is so sexy that the phrase 'bust a nut' is a literal worry for me. Just seeing you touch your boobs, it's like my cum is going to swell up and just burst out of my penis. And your face doesn't look old at all; it looks sexy, experienced, and knowing." 

Suzanne unconsciously licked her lips as she imagined an endless stream of cum flowing out of Alan's penis like water flowing out of a garden hose. "You know how to make this ancient, ugly hag feel good." 

"Hag?! I take offense. You're not allowed to call yourself such horrible names. I won't let you." 

"My hero." She locked arms with his and clung to him tightly. Naturally, she took the opportunity to rub her nearly naked body up and down his muscular one. "But you're distracting me. I still haven't told you your job, Mr. Pool Boy. The first thing you have to do is get naked."

"Hmmm. That sounds interesting." He joked, "I will if you will." 

She made a mock sigh. "If that's what it takes to get you to follow orders, then very well. As if I'm in danger of being overdressed as it is! But since you insist, let's do it both at once." Her hands went to her waist so she could remove the bikini bottoms, the only thing she still wore.

"Hey, wait a minute." Alan was enjoying this. "Are you sure this is legal? I say we have another vote on taking it off, now that we're in a different legal jurisdiction."

Suzanne laughed heartily. "Sure. All in favor of Suzanne and her Sweetie getting naked and nasty, raise their hands." 

Suzanne and Alan raised both hands each, so four hands were in the air. 

"All in favor of Susan's stupid, fuddy-duddy rules and keeping their clothes on, raise their hands." After a suitable pause with no hands to be seen, Suzanne said, "The motion carries, four to zero."

Alan eagerly took off his shorts, revealing a proud erection. 

But Suzanne waited with her bikini bottoms. Instead, she said, "Sweetie, I'll give you the honor of taking the bikini off, but remember, we have to have some rules, even without Susan here. Don't do anything unless I say okay first, okay?"

"Okay," said Alan. He could scarcely believe his luck. Taking advantage of the fact that he was naked, he stood right next to Suzanne, and took his time taking her bikini bottom off. Not only did he seize the opportunity to explore Suzanne's crotch and butt as much as he thought he could get away with, but he also let his penis rub up against Suzanne's skin. Since the two of them were nearly the same height, it poked close to some dangerous areas.




Six Times a Day Pt. 13



"Hey, Sweetie, who gave you permission to do that?" Suzanne finally asked, as she felt the head of his penis rubbing up against her inner thigh, putting it as close as six inches to her pussy lips.

Alan was all smiles. "Do what? Take off your suit? You did."

"Don't play dumb. I'm talking about something hard and long rubbing against me." He continued to rub his penis up and down Suzanne's thigh as he took off her bikini with the speed of a snail.

"Oh, you mean this?" He grabbed his erection with one hand and directed it even closer to her pussy. "Technically everything I'm doing here is part of taking off your bikini. You know I've always been one to take advantage of legal loopholes." He slid it between her legs so that it was rubbing the outside of her crotch. Then he began subtly dry humping her.

"All right, smart-ass, take it off me already. It's your taking advantage of just plain holes that worries me more. What if your mother saw us like this? Mmmm!" 

She moaned in pure delight. The pre-cum from his penis was now mixing with the dribble of fluid coming from her pussy, and she realized how easy it would be to allow him to slide forward just a little bit more. 

Once the bikini bottom was down below her knees and finally freed from one leg altogether, she lay back down on her lawn chair. She'd assumed that Alan would stop then, but he didn't. 

He continued to hold her bikini in one hand as he brought it down her left ankle at a glacial pace. With Suzanne lying down, he began to rub his erection right on top of her clit. 

Suzanne loved it so much that she found herself opening her legs wider and wider. Before long, she was completely splayed out and Alan loomed over her with his hard-on in the ideal position to begin fucking. 

Alan was positively euphoric - he felt confident that he would finally get to fuck Suzanne, now that they were safely alone and their bodies were lined up just right. He continued to slide his hardness back and forth over her clit and labia, hoping that would drive the last of her resistance away. He let go of the bikini bottoms altogether to concentrate fully on sexual pleasure. 

Suzanne felt incredibly tempted to let him go. But worries about Susan held her back. She imagined the kind of blow up that would follow if Susan heard her screaming "Fuck me harder!" from over their backyard fence. It was a high and solid fence so one couldn't see from one backyard to another unless one went through the gate, but of course it was little impediment to sound. 

So finally she said, "Naughty, naughty. This is why my parents always warned me about lawyers. They always take advantage. Stop that this instant, or someone is going to be in trouble, and I'm not sure if it's gonna be you or me. I'm serious."

Alan stopped. He'd been aggressive because she was so obviously enjoying all he did, but he also always obeyed when he was told to stop. Yet he didn't remove his erection from its position right on top of her bush, clitoris, and pussy lips. His hot and needy thickness throbbed against her most sensitive areas. 

She was dizzy with possibilities. As long as the penis was in such a tempting spot, it was touch and go to see if she could still resist. So Suzanne forced herself to add, "Again, Mr. Letter of the Law, the implication in the stop command is that you actually take your penis away, like I told you to before."

"Oops! I was going for the literal interpretation of your most recent command." Inwardly he was deeply disappointed that his ploy didn't work, but he tried not to let it show. He'd gotten used to cumming many times a day, but mostly due to his lingering soreness he hadn't cum a single time yet. The overwhelming desire to cum was making him unusually aggressive. 

"I know you were. Now remove it already!" 

She thought, I definitely appreciate his aggressiveness. This is just the kind of thing I want to encourage. I can only imagine how great life will be when my Sweetie is roughly grabbing me and surprising me with random fucks all day long. But unfortunately there's no way I can risk sex at this point unless I'm sure Susan isn't home and I'm pretty sure she still IS home. She might hear if either one of us cries out loud, even from inside her house next door. I'd probably get so excited that I really would scream that loud! 



Alan reluctantly removed his crotch from being pressed up against hers. He took hold of her bikini bottoms again and resumed pulling it down the ankle it had been resting on. However, he still delayed as much as possible. He had mere inches to go before it went around her heel, but he had no intention to get to that point any time soon. Instead, he continued to rub his erect penis all up and down her pale left leg. 

Suzanne eventually had to laugh at his arousing stubbornness. "Is there some kind of hold up?" she asked, half hoping that he'd stop and half hoping that he wouldn't. 

"Yes. You're so sexy that I think it's fried my brain. I seem incapable of doing anything but rubbing my cock against your skin for some strange reason." He gave up on holding the bikini bottom and instead rubbed his erect penis all over the foot it still dangled from. His free hand meanwhile roamed up her legs, though he couldn't reach much above her knees from the position he was now sitting in.

Eventually, she said, "Okay, stud, enough of that. Remember that you're here for a job? I think it's time to start." She kicked the bikini bottom the rest of the way off, since it was dangling from her toes by this time. 

"Now?" he whined. "But I was having so much fun." 

She said, "Trust me, I know you'll like this." 

He stood, reluctantly, and began to walk away from her even more reluctantly. 

"Hey. Where do you think you're going? I said I have a job for you, and it's over here. Believe you me, you're going to find it plenty of fun." She got off her lawn chair and fell to her knees a few feet away from him. 

"What do I have to do?" he asked, slow on the uptake for once. 

"All you have to do is stand up. Right here in front of me."

Alan stood. A smile slowly spread across his face as he saw Suzanne get on her knees before him, toss her hair in a very alluring manner, and beckon him near. 

Suzanne shot him one of her intense "come hither" looks. "So here's what you have to do: your Aunt Suzy needs you to make a big deposit of cum right down her throat. You think you can do that?" 

Alan walked right up to her and grinned. "I think I can try." 

"Smart kid. But remember: we have to be quiet. We don't want Susan to know what we're up to. So no loud moans or screams. Okay?" She cradled his erection with both hands and licked at the tip.

Alan had been lost in thinking about nothing but the possibility of fucking Suzanne, but for some reason her words made him think about where he was and what they were starting to do. He said, quietly, "Okay, sure. But I thought your house was completely off limits for this kind of thing. What about your husband? Your son Brad?"

Susan stopped licking long enough to answer. "I noticed you didn't mention Amy? You don't mind if she sees, you naughty boy?" She licked a bit more, completely circling right below the penis head. Then she laughed as she thought out loud, "And good thing you remembered that now. As if they wouldn't mind you and me frolicking around naked but they'd draw the line at cocksucking!"

"Hmm. Good point."

"Anyway, those two are out. I surprised Brad with a new fishing pole this morning, virtually guaranteeing the two of them would go off for a fishing trip all afternoon. They took the bait, so to speak." <Slurp, slurp.> "They're crazy about fishing. I got a different pole for myself." She squeezed his dick to make sure he caught her meaning. Then she slurped and licked some more. "I even called Eric just to make sure they're still safely far away." 

Alan thought she was done talking because she suddenly took his entire penis head in her mouth and began working it. Her extra long tongue could do insanely arousing things that normal tongues could not, and one such thing was the way she could draw circles around the base of his penis head while it was in her mouth. It was one of her special tricks. 

But just as she was really getting into it, she popped it back out of her mouth to say, "Amy. As for her, she left for the beach with Katherine all afternoon. So we've got the whole house to our lonesome. All you have to do is make sure to keep your voice down. I'm not too worried unless Susan goes out back, but she rarely goes there by herself. It's a bit risky, I know, but I just can't resist you today!" 

She ran her long tongue all the way from the top of his erection down to the base of his balls and back. She liked that his privates were mostly hairless except for a thick tuft of pubic hair, but that was above his balls and didn't interfere with her licking. 

Alan was feeling in a teasing mood. "So, this is what the regular pool boy does every week? Not bad work! How much does this job pay, again?"

"In his dreams. Sweetie, you're the only one for me. I hope you know that. I'm insulted if you think your cock isn't all the cock I'll ever need. However, having you do this every Wednesday ain't such a bad idea. I'll have to see if Susan will go for it."

She kept sucking. In just a couple minutes she brought him to the verge. "Are you ready?" she asked as she sensed his balls tightening.

"Ready, my ivory Amazon goddess!" he replied excitedly. 

She sucked him again until he began spurting his cum towards her. She kept guzzling his seed down until he was just about done. Then, completely surprising him, she pushed him backwards. He staggered around, trying to regain his balance, but they were right on the edge of the pool and he had nowhere to go. He splashed back into the pool.

He came to the surface and gasped for breath as he spit water out of his mouth. He had been taken completely unawares. "What the hell did you do that for?" he finally asked. 

Suzanne was heartily laughing.

"No reason, except that it was fun," she responded. "But looks like you'll have to stay naked for a little while." 

Alan didn't terribly mind that prospect. 

She said slyly, "I think maybe I'll get my book and hang around this pool today. And enjoy the view." Alan pulled himself out of the pool as she said this and stood naked before her. "You look delish. Your muscles are definitely developing."

"Very funny stunt, Aunt Suzy. I'm not laughing."

"Come on, you're smiling at least." It was true.

Suzanne meanwhile could hardly stop laughing. She was having the time of her life. She went to sit down on her lawn chair and get her book, but Alan didn't cooperate with her plans. "Now, as for your real job..." she began.

Alan jumped on top of her. As he was completely wet and she was dry, she let out a loud squeal. He wasn't particularly thinking about sex; he trusted Suzanne to set the pace with that. He just wanted to have fun and see what developed. He launched into a full on tickle attack. 

Within seconds Suzanne was screaming and laughing with delight (but not too loudly), and begging for mercy. But he kept on, so she tickled back. Tickling gave way to caressing and hugging after a few minutes, and then kissing. 

Alan was hard again by this time, and his penis pressed urgently into her thigh as he rubbed it up and down her soft skin.

Suzanne loved it, but decided that since they were both completely naked she had to get him to back off or they'd soon be having sex. "Down, boy," she said as she gently but insistently pushed him away. 

He reluctantly backed off and sat on the chair next to hers. 

"I don't think you have your shyness with women problem anymore! All right, here's the plan. Remember your job? The bad news is you have to actually clean the pool. Otherwise, if your mother were to somehow come over and notice the pool was still dirty, she would grow suspicious. I still plan to pay you. But I'd like to reward you in another way, too. Do a little work, then I'll suck you off. Some more work, some more cocksucking. Repeat until the pool is clean or you can't get it up anymore, preferably the latter. Since I noticed you didn't add any mysterious checks to your orgasm chart today and Susan isn't helping, my challenge is to tease all six orgasms out of you. Sound like a good way to spend the afternoon?"

"Yeah, but I don't think it's humanly possible to shoot six times in one afternoon." His grin grew wider. "I don't mind trying, though. But now that you're here with me, why not just stay naked and nasty together all day long, as we voted to earlier?"  

"It's called plausible deniability. And anyway, I may bend Susan's rules a bit - okay, a lot, but she'd kill me if we had sex together, so don't even think about that. Not now. Not today."

So Alan raked leaves out of the pool most of the time, while Suzanne mostly read her book (though she spent a good time ogling what she called to herself his "Sweetie's cutie patootie"). She pulled her lawn chair right up to the edge of the pool to get the best view. 

Alan's shorts and shirt were left in the sun to dry, leaving him as naked as Suzanne.

Half an hour later, Suzanne asked Alan to cover her in suntan lotion. 

That quickly led to Alan's erection wandering all over her body. He even had the cheek to write "I love you" on her back with his penis movements. 

She got the message by feel, and said, "I love you too," out loud. 

They both laughed. 

Then she told him, mildly, "Cute, but cut out the funny business. And don't make me laugh so hard. Susan might hear and get nosy."

Suzanne thought, And I thought the day couldn't get any better. He loves me! I know he does, but I love it so much every time he says it. This is just like we're boyfriend - girlfriend. I feel so young and carefree. It's like I'm a teenager again! Seducing Alan was the smartest thing I ever did.

"I'm looking for a pen to write a response," she said as she turned over and grabbed his penis. "Problem is with me and pens, I suck on them while I'm trying to think of what to write." 

That led to another long session of cocksucking while Suzanne occasionally fingered herself. But she seemed unwilling to go any further, even though both of them were buck-naked. At least Alan was consoled that she allowed him to rub his hands over her oily, coconut-scented body while she pleasured him.

Eventually, and at least technically, she returned to her book and he returned to the pool cleaning. Just when his clothes got reasonably dry, Suzanne "accidentally" threw them into the pool. At first, he found being nude in an outdoor and unfamiliar environment somewhat humiliating, but as the day went on he began to quite enjoy it. Knowing that her eyes were on him kept him nearly constantly hard.

Soon he noticed that she had more or less given up on the book and was spending most of her time with her hands up her pussy, watching him. Apparently her hands got tired, because after a while she went into the house and came back with a dildo. He watched her fascinated as she stuffed it up her pussy. It was small, and completely disappeared up inside. 

He never would have suspected its presence if he hadn't watched its insertion, except maybe for the way Suzanne continued to squirm around in her lawn chair and play with her nipples.

It was remarkable any pool cleaning went on, but ever so slowly he managed to make progress on the job.

During another break between sexual play, and while Alan was actually working on the pool, Suzanne asked him from her lawn chair, "By the way, I've been meaning to ask: what exactly happened between you and Susan yesterday, with the abnormality check? I tried to get her to talk this morning, but she wouldn't say a word, so I figured it was pretty good." In fact, Suzanne had heard about it from Susan during their morning exercises, but she wanted to get Alan's description of it.

"Oh, it was." Alan proceeded to tell Suzanne about his repeated difficulties in getting aroused, Susan's increasing and near desperate urge to help, and the great blowjobs she gave. 

Suzanne and Alan naturally became increasingly turned on as he talked. Before he got very far in the story he found himself back by her side, and her hand stroking his hard-on. 

When he started a detailed description of his mother's first Tuesday blowjob, she said, "You mean like this?" and started sucking him yet again.

He didn't get to hear Suzanne's reaction to what Susan did, as she was too busy sucking. His story trailed off as he became fully absorbed by what she was doing. It had only been half an hour since her last blowjob. 

In an ideal world, Suzanne would have been happy to have Alan's penis in her mouth nearly all day long, every day, assuming it couldn't be in her pussy, and that's pretty much what was happening. 

Between Suzanne's infectious enthusiasm and her near constant cocksucking, Alan was having a tremendous day. Their only real limit was how quick Alan could get hard again. That's when the pool cleaning got done, while he was recuperating.

Alan neared climax. 

But then Suzanne's cell phone lying on a nearby table began ringing. It took a voice message after a few rings, but then it rang all over again. And again. "Damn, I should have left that thing inside," she said, and then she returned to slurping on his prick.

CHAPTER 4

The phone rang again, and deciding she chouldn't ignore it any longer, Suzanne crawled a few feet across the patio to get it. "Sorry Sweetie, hold on a sec. It might be an emergency." She sat down on the ground and picked it up. 

Alan walked over after her, and coming up from behind, began fondling her tits even as he rubbed his penis along her back. He licked at her shoulder blades, loving her sweaty, salty taste.

After several more rings, Suzanne finally answered the phone. "Hello?"

"God fucking damn you, Suzanne!" It was a very angry Susan.

"What's wrong?"

"You know damn well what's wrong! You ARE mocking me and my rules! Alan's cleaning job is just a thin excuse for you to suck cock all day long!"

Both Suzanne and Alan looked around (Alan could hear Susan's voice quite well since she was shouting into the phone). They half expected to see Susan somewhere, perhaps leaning over the fence, but they couldn't see her anywhere. 

Suzanne was too stunned to answer.

"Answer me!" Susan finally yelled. "Or are you still too busy cocksucking to speak?" 

Suzanne turned around and pushed Alan away. She was actually relieved with that last question, because it meant Susan wasn't currently looking at them from somewhere across the fence.

"I think maybe we should talk about this," Suzanne eventually said, in a quiet voice.

"Damn right we should! You two get your sorry asses over to my house right now! You... you... fucking cocksucker!" The phone clicked dead.

"I think we're busted," said a worried Suzanne. "I've never heard her so mad." She began putting her tiny bikini back on. "Get your wet clothes, and let's go face the wrath." At the last minute, as she was walking away, she thought to take the small vibrator out of her pussy.

They walked through the gate that was the only break in the tall wooden fence between their houses. There also was a tremendous amount of trees and bushes on both sides of the fence. Because the pool wasn't visible from the gate, Suzanne had thought there was no way they could be seen and that they hadn't made too much noise, but she was obviously wrong.

A livid Susan met them on the other side of the gate. She stood in a robe that would have covered her up well enough if she was careful. But as she began yelling and pointing her finger at Suzanne, her entire top opened up. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 13



"Suzanne, I'm so hurt! I ask you to keep it cool for two days until Ron is gone. Two days! Is that so much to ask?! But noooOOOOooooOOOOoooo!" 

Alan found it exceedingly difficult not to get horny from staring at her massive mammaries, and her rare display of anger only turned him on even more for some reason. 

Jesus H. Christ, he thought. My mother was built for lots of fucking. That's all there is to it. How could making love to that body possibly be wrong?

Her anger turned to shock when she saw Alan. He was naked except for the wet shirt and shorts in his hands, which he held out just in front of his crotch to provide some coverage. 

"Look at you two!" she yelled. "With the clothing you two are wearing, I just might be able to cover a postage stamp!" 

It's true that Suzanne's bikini was about as small as they come. But Susan diatribe about covering up would have seemed more pious if her huge, exposed tits didn't bounce around with every word. On some level she was aware of what she was showing, and at that level she wasn't going to lose a chance to titillate Alan. But on the level of consciousness, she was truly unaware of what she was flaunting.

Susan turned her wrath on her son. "Alan, what are you doing, traipsing and gallivanting around outside, completely naked? What if someone were to see you? God, your father might be home any time, for one. Go to your room. I'll deal with you later!"

Alan knew when to get lost, and took off like a rabbit. As he ran off, he heard Susan yell at Suzanne, "Just what the hell did you do to him all alone over there? Now you can see why I turned down your offer to be alone with him outside the house!"

Susan and Suzanne went inside and talked for about fifteen minutes (Ron in fact wasn't expected home until much later, so they weren't about him walking in on them). 

Initially, Susan was going to punish Alan and Suzanne. But Suzanne convinced her that it would have been completely unreasonable for any boy Alan's age to resist Suzanne's charms, especially given his need to cum six times every day. So once again Suzanne took the fall and ended up being the only one who was seriously punished. 

Normally Susan wouldn't have felt right punishing someone she wasn't actually related to, but Suzanne was so much like family that she went ahead and said, "Suzanne, here's your punishment. First, you're not allowed to pleasure Alan in any way, period!" 

"What?!" 

"Listen, I'm not done. Unless I give my express permission first. And I'm keeping that restriction until further notice. Further, I'm not going to be handing out permission to you willy nilly, either. Don't even THINK of asking until Ron's gone." 

"But how will Alan get by?" Suzanne asked. "What about his relentless daily schedule?" 

A fiery Susan hotly replied, "You let me worry about that! Thanks to your irresponsibility, I just may be forced to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. In fact, probably my hands and mouth. Not that I want to, mind you, but you leave me no choice!" 

Suzanne had a hard time keeping a straight face at that, but she knew this was the worst possible time to say something snarky. She found it interesting that Susan appeared to be completely sincere in thinking she was being "forced" to give Alan such help. But she thought, If Susan needs those kinds of excuses to cling on to so she doesn't have to feel guilty, then the more the better. In fact, it should be encouraged. 

She said, "I'm sorry for making you do that. But I do want to make clear just what you'll need to do. True, Alan seems to be getting some help at school, but that's usually only good for one or two checks on his chart. The rest will be up to you because we want to limit his sinning as much as possible. I'm sure I don't need to remind you of the sin of Onan." 

"No you do not," Susan said crossly, her arms folded beneath her rack. 

"Well then, you'll have to make sure he blows his load at least once before school. That's essential to spreading the task out throughout the day so he doesn't get too sore. I don't know how you'll manage that with Ron here, but you'll have to try. And of course the afternoon and evening will fall entirely on your shoulders. You won't have a lot of chances while Ron's in town, so I recommend you steal away with Alan to blow him every chance you get. And blowjobs are the best because they're faster and leave less of a mess." 

Susan cooled her anger towards Suzanne some as she started focusing on all the blowjob possibilities instead. She thought out loud, "It'll be rather cruel to Ron, if I sneak off with Alan like that. I've been thinking, and I know that Ron cheated, but he's really not that terrible of a husband. And what if I get caught right before he goes?" 

Suzanne countered, "But you really have no choice in the matter. I forced this on you. Maybe Alan can get by with five or four times a day for the next two days but do you want him to completely ruin his daily average? And if you're feeling guilty, maybe you should try to limit yourself to handjobs until Ron's gone. But the main thing is, one way or another, you have to coax that cum out of him." 

Susan considered that, and then looked at Suzanne with new resolve. "Thanks. I'll try. And I'm sorry about being a meanie, but I really have to put my foot down. I feel like things are spinning out of my control and I need to be firm or who knows what'll happen around here." 

"I understand. And I blew it, and I'm not just talking about your son's dick. I should have been stronger. However, I hope you can at least understand why I lost control. I mean, do you know what it's like, having to go so many days without being able to swallow one of his creamy loads? Not being able to run my tongue up and down those glorious eight inches? Not even being able to feel his throbbing warmth in my hands as it squirts out his hot and potent seed all over my chest? Can't you see my frustration?" 

"Yes!" Susan panted loudly. 

Suzanne knew that Susan was putty in her hands now. She went on to describe in intimate detail all of the reasons why she lost control and played with Alan in her backyard. Then she went on to describe everything she did to him until the moment they were caught. She even took her bikini top off so she could visually describe the different ways Alan had played with her breasts. 

Susan still wore nothing but a robe (which she had on in the first place because of an unconscious desire to expose herself to her son). She found herself shifting and wriggling about as Suzanne's story got hotter and more explicit. She constantly had to close her robe back up. By the time Suzanne was running her fingers up and down her legs to illustrate just where Alan had been running his erection over her, she pretty much gave up even attempting to keep her robe closed. It seemed a bit silly since Suzanne was only wearing her bikini bottoms. 

Finally, Suzanne was done and said, "So that's the story." She looked at a clock on the way. "My, how the time flies. I suppose by now Alan has taken his usual nap. I suggest you go up there right away and give him a firm lecture." 

"A lecture? You think?" She closed her robe again and thought about all the rivulets of cum running down her thighs. 

"Definitely. Don't even waste time getting changed and cleaned up because Ron could be here soon. I'll tell you what. I'll put my bikini top back on and stay downstairs to keep an eye out for anyone coming home. That way, you're covered in case you happen to end up sucking him off as well." 

Alan had tried to take a nap, but he was too agitated from his mother's unusual outburst to quickly drop off to sleep. Seeing that a nap wasn't going to happen, he went to the computer and surfed the web and answered e-mails because his mind was too scattered to do his homework either. 

His recent acting job in pretending to be tortured by sexual frustration also helped in getting him off the hook. Behind Susan's conscious thought was the feeling that a son with such a big and tasty penis should never be punished, only rewarded.

Susan came in to Alan's room, but Suzanne had gotten her so drunk on lust that her anger was completely gone. Plus, she still wore nothing but the robe (though at least she'd stopped by the bathroom to clean up her sopping wet pussy as best she could). 

She tried to sound stern in lecturing her son, but she was only partially successful at best. Amongst other difficulties, her nipples were so hard that they poked out noticeably even through the loose-fitting robe. 

As she lectured, Alan had a hard time concentrating. Instead, he thought about her nipples and wondered what was making her so aroused. He also noticed her robe continually opening up more and more and wondered when her breasts would bounce completely free. It was a testament to his attempt to be a good son that he managed to understand her speech at all.

Susan kept her lecture mercifully brief. Her tone lightened as she finished up. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm not all rules and boundaries, you know. I'm trying to loosen up and get sexy, just like you asked. Since Suzanne is in the doghouse now, it looks like more of the burden of keeping you stimulated will fall on me. I was just shopping for a new bikini before I caught you two. Why don't we go to the pool and I'll show it off for you?" 

Susan was so upset that Suzanne stole all of Alan's attention earlier in the afternoon that she'd rushed to the store as soon as the both of them left and bought the skimpiest bikini she could find. When she got back she was eager to show it off, and that's how and why she learned what Alan and Suzanne were doing, because she went looking for him. 

But she was still eager to show it off. This latest bikini was just like Suzanne's - it just barely had enough fabric to cover the nipples and the bush, and nothing more. In the back it was simply a string that disappeared up Susan's butt crack.

It wasn't a hard sell to get Alan interested in seeing Susan in a new bikini. She went to her bedroom to change, while Alan also changed into his swimsuit. They met by the pool a couple of minutes later. 

Suzanne was nowhere to be seen; she'd made herself scarce because she knew Susan wanted this time alone with her son. 

Susan stood proudly before her son, modeling the new white bikini and a matching white pair of high heels. "What do you think, Tiger? I promised I'd wear a sexier bathing suit. Does this fit the bill?" Because her skin was nearly as pale as Suzanne's, the white bikini nearly made her look completely nude. 

"Oh, Mom, wow! You know it does! You're such a great mom. You're just as amazing on the inside as on the outside. I love you so much, with you always trying to help me out so much, even with all the danger."

Susan was giddy with the compliments, but that mood was broken by the reminded that Ron could come home and find them there. "Don't mention that, please. Thank God your father is out, because I'd hate to see what he'd think if he saw me like this. Even though it is just a bikini. It's not like I'm showing off anything I shouldn't. But it's just such a daring bikini; he wouldn't know what to think." 

The two of them sat down on lawn chairs next to each other and engaged in idle chat. 

As the minutes passed, Susan started to loosen up. She'd been worried that Suzanne might come out to join them and then steal her thunder, but Suzanne was nowhere to be seen. 

Now Susan was ready to play. She commented, "You know, it actually feels kind of funny to wear this, since I don't wear any underwear any more. I'm getting so used to having my breasts bounce free - and exposed to your eyes half of the time - that I don't know what to think when they're all bound up like this."

"Thank you, Mom, so much, for dressing up just for me. Or dressing down, I should say."

They both laughed. "It's the least I can do," she said. "I'm sorry I broke my first promise, from two weeks ago. You know, when I promised to suck you off every single day. It's been difficult for me adjusting to... Well, to everything. But really, that wasn't just a promise. Suzanne has helped me see that it's actually my responsibility to make sure your member is well drained." 

Alan could hardly believe his ears. He just nodded his head dumbly. 

She fingered the edges of her bikini in a seductive way. "I'm going to try harder to fulfill that vow. And of course I'll do my best in the visual stimulation department. Like this bikini. This is the kind of bikini that good mommies wear, don't you think? The kinds of mommies who always help to make sure their son's balls are drained dry." 

Seeing that Susan was on a roll and didn't need much encouragement, Alan just nodded.

"But the problem with a bikini like this is that it covers so little you never know what will happen. Like if I try to redo the tie at the back of my neck." She raised her arms and began retying the bikini top. As she did so, the top slid up her boobs until her nipples were completely exposed.

"You see what I mean?" she squealed. "This bikini is so small I can hardly keep it on at all!" 

"Yes, I definitely see what you mean," said a very aroused Alan. It wasn't just the bikini that got him going - every last inch of her was hot. She didn't have any kind of hair band on, which let her long dark brown hair flow more freely than usual. That plus the fact that she wore high heels made her seem nothing like the suburban soccer mom he'd known and loved for so many years. Then the sexy bikini took it to a whole extra level.

She continued to play with her bikini top for several minutes, driving Alan slowly insane with lust. She showed Alan all the different ways the nipples could be exposed: by popping a nipple out the top, or the bottom, or one side, or the other side, or both nipples at once in different variations. Throughout most of this she found her fingers straying to her nipples, and brushing up against them, even pinching them. The bikini top had one knot at the back of the neck and another in the middle of the back, and she found different excuses to untie one or the other, or both. Susan's nipples were neither especially large nor pronounced, but they grew more erect than she'd ever recalled them being before.

By and by, she said, "I'll bet you have the same kind of trouble with your bathing suit. For a well-hung, cum-filled boy like you, I'd be surprised if you could keep your big rod cooped up in there at all." 

Alan knew when to take a hint. He immediately readjusted him crotch, making sure to cause his erection to snake out down his leg until it poked out. But it wasn't that short of a suit, and only a couple of inches were exposed. So, correctly judging his mother's mood, he simply slid his shorts down past his knees. 

Susan smiled and licked her lips hungrily as she stared at his erection jutting out like a flagpole. "I think you have the right idea there, Son. As you can see, this bikini top is just so much trouble. Don't you think it's better if I just take it off altogether, instead of having to always battle it? It just doesn't fit over my chest."

"Oh yeah!" Alan agreed. He was already holding his erection and rubbing it, but just a little, as he hoped she wouldn't notice. 

She took the top off and struck another sexy pose for him.

"Mom, this is just too much for a stimulation starved guy like me. Could you help me 'do my thing' right now?"

"Sorry. Mommy would love to, but she can't do that. Imagine if daddy comes home and finds Mommy with her hands around her little boy's not so little penis! Or, even worse, what if he sees Mommy bouncing her head up and down on her son's lap, sucking his cock like there's no tomorrow? Sucking his big, thick Popsicle, except it's such a hot Popsicle. Throbbing and hot! No, that won't do." She clearly was getting more than a little excited herself.

"Mind if I do it myself then?" Alan asked excitedly. Even as he asked, he was already stroking himself in an increasingly blatant manner. He was so turned on that he already had to firmly clench his PC muscle to stave off an impending orgasm.

"Does your mommy really turn you on that much?" She turned and sat up on her heels, giving him a great view of her back side. "Here. Take a look at my ass. Isn't it just scandalous how little cloth they put back here? I should go back to the store and complain: 'Hey, I wanted a bikini, not a fucking G-string!' Pardon my dirty language, by the way, but I'm just so angry. What, did they run out of fabric or something? It's like I'm totally nude. I might as well be, except for these high heels."

She looked over her shoulder at him and winked. "Can you imagine that? Your mommy totally naked except for high heels?" 

Alan could imagine it well, since that was pretty much exactly what she looked like already. He groaned as he stroked, somehow even more blown away by her high heels than if she'd been completely nude. He was amazed that he hadn't shot his cum all over the pool deck already. 

She ran her hand lovingly over her buttocks. "And this tiny string. It gets lost up my ass crack." She probed her ass crack with one hand. "What do you think Ron would say if he came home right now and saw us like this?" 

She looked off in the distance and continued as if she was speaking directly to Ron. "What would you think, hubby: your wife wearing nothing but a G-string and high heels, and your son a few feet away with his swimsuit around his ankles, jacking off to his mommy's naked body? Well I have news for you, Ron. Your son is twice the man you'll ever be! And his prick is so THICK and HOT and TASTY! You have no idea how to satisfy a woman!" 

She turned back to Alan and looked at his erection in mock horror. "Tiger! I told you, you can't do that!" 

He moaned, "Mom! God DAMN, you're sexy!" He looked down at his hand which was overtly sliding up and down his thickness. "I just can't stop myself!" 

She smiled wickedly. "Try, Son. You know that's a sin. So VERY improper!" 

Alan attempted to merely hold it instead of stroking it, and he did, but he knew that was a losing battle. He wouldn't be able to resist for long. 

Susan slowly scooted forward. "I hope I don't have to help you out. Why, if I did that, you just might blow your nuts all over your sinful mother! Imagine that. Imagine if Ron came home and I greeted him just drenched in your creamy jism? He might think something's not quite right. No, it's better if I just show you the rest of my bikini. It's good if I just help you with visual stimulation. I haven't even shown you the back side yet."

Alan interrupted again. "Mom? You're getting me soooo turned on. I think I'm gonna lose it soon. What should I do when it happens?"

Susan surveyed the situation, and considered the time. God, I'd love to suck his cock, but I shouldn't. Suzanne was supposed to keep watch, but she seems to have gone. And what if my husband really DOES come back and find us like this? This is crazy! "Tiger, I hate to say this, but we have to stop. Your father really might be home soon. Please go back to your room and finish up there, okay?"

"Fuckin' A!" cursed Alan. As if I can turn my urges on and off like a light switch! You're driving me mad, Mom! ... Fuck! She's my mom! Unbelievable! 

But after taking a deep breath or two, he continued with a conciliatory tone. "But that's okay. I understand." He looked at her with dejected puppy dog eyes. 

"Awww..." She wavered, and turned fully toward him. "I suppose we could. Maybe just a couple of licks... Just a minute to taste a little bit..." She scooted closer. 

Alan prayed with all his might that she'd help, even though he wasn't religious. 

But she hesitated, looking extremely nervous. Just then, a big truck drove past, which they could hear all the way in the back yard. That reminded her of her husband arriving home, and she pulled back. "I'm sorry. We can't. Not now. I have to think of my husband." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 13



"DANG!" He sighed heavily. "Oh maaaaan. ... Well, anyways, thanks so much for helping out. You and Suzanne today helping - this is what I've been missing. Later." 

It took incredible willpower and all of his PC muscle training to get his penis calmed down enough to know that he wouldn't cum at any second, but he did it. 

He got up and literally ran back to his room, clutching his still raging hard erection to his stomach the whole way.

As soon as Alan was out of sight, Susan also got up and ran back to her room to masturbate herself into oblivion. As she hurried naked through the house, holding her bikini top loosely against her chest, she thought, There you go again, Susan. You turn into a complete exhibitionist whore at the first sight of your son's cock. But it's so much fun! The problem is, I just can't trust myself not to go all the way. Not to just up and let my son fuck me! Oh God! I'm going to go to Hell for sure, and I'm taking my son with me! 

She stopped by the laundry room and looked for something of Alan's. There was always cum-stained laundry to do these days. She found a pillow case Alan had used to masturbate into, took a big satisfying whiff of it, and then ran with it the rest of the way to her room. 

Once there, she thought again about a reoccurring dream she'd had in the past few days of Alan raping her. He's so damned considerate and restrained. It seems I'm doing everything I can to provoke him, but he doesn't ever take advantage of me. Do I really want him to rape me, or not? And my husband's here. I'm so confused! How could I even think such things? 

One hand was down in her crotch, but the other held the pillow case over her nose. She inhaled his scent deeply. This is so wrong. So unsanitary, for one thing. What would my mother think right now, seeing me with this pillow case? But I can't stop. Good Lord I can't stop! 

Suzanne in fact had been lurking in the den downstairs the whole time. She wanted to stay out of the way, but when she saw Alan and Susan sit down by the pool she couldn't resist spying on them. She ended up getting as hot and bothered as either of them as she frigged herself to orgasm. She didn't understand why Susan ran off before getting more intimate with her son's tool, but there was nothing she could do about it. She cleaned up all traces of her activity and went home. 

She thought, In some ways it's a good thing that Susan caught us and is punishing me like this. Sure, it's frustrating for me personally, but it pushes mother and son even closer and gives Susan more fig leaf excuses, and that's the main thing. Once Susan's resistance completely breaks, Katherine and I will be able to join in no problem and the never-ending orgy will be under way!

CHAPTER 5

Ron eventually came home and the Plummer family had a fairly normal dinner. By now, the air was thick with intrigue. All Susan could think about was her son's erection and all Alan could think about was his mother's centerfold body. Both of them went out of their way to appear normal, but this in itself would have been a big clue for anyone looking for one. 

Ron was oblivious. Luckily, he carried the conversation along, allowing Alan and Susan to just stare at him and nod for most of the meal. 

Katherine, however, was clued in to suspect something and was curious as can be about the subtle vibes between mother and son. But there was nothing she could do at the moment to find out and also had to just play the role of the innocent daughter. 

Ron had a good-bye party at his company's office with all his office friends. Susan was supposed to go, but she claimed to have a stomach ache. She was too nervous to eat much at dinner, which luckily made her excuse more plausible. 

The entire house practically breathed a sigh of relief when Ron left for the party shortly after dinner. 

But Susan was so involved with all of these things that she completely forgot Brenda was scheduled to come over for another card game that evening. 

When the monster-titted millionaire showed up at the door, Susan at first didn't know what to do. She thanked her lucky stars that Ron had literally left the house minutes before. 

There was nothing wrong per se with Susan having a guest like Brenda over for cards. However, it would have been a bit awkward explaining the way Brenda was dressed. 

Brenda felt so comfortable the previous week that she felt for once in her life she didn't have to bundle herself up like an Eskimo just to hide her breasts. She came to the card game dressed in a dress that would have looked nice enough on most anyone else, but on her it was enough to start a riot. She felt obliged to wear another shirt over her outfit to cut down on the stares as she drove over to the Plummer house. However, she took that shirt off as soon as she arrived. 

Brenda's dress was shiny and red. It came high up her neck, and covered all but her arms and a heart shaped hole that exposed her cavernous cleavage. Her nipples could be seen so clearly it was as if she wore nothing over them at all, but that was the fault of her aggressive, pointy nipples, not the fault of the dress.

Brenda's arrival resulted in a scramble to get things ready. 

Alan was still eating ice cream for dessert but was given the task of keeping Brenda entertained while Susan and Katherine went to change into something that better fit Brenda's sexy outfit. Susan also called Suzanne and told her to change into something revealing and come over right away. 

Meanwhile, Alan and Brenda made small talk. But Brenda was downright disturbed by how unimpressed Alan was with her body. She couldn't appreciate what he'd just been through in recent days. From his perspective, he'd been traipsing through sexual nirvana and was dangerously close to suffering from sexual overload. To him, Brenda was certainly stunning, but relative to everything else that had happened, she didn't bowl him over. 

He engaged in idle chatter with her just like she was perfectly ordinary looking. Sure, he glanced at her chest from time to time, but Brenda could see by occasionally peeking at his shorts that he wasn't even getting aroused. He certainly would have, had it not been for all the powerful climaxes he'd been having lately. 

Brenda was used to seeing erections sprout up like mushrooms wherever she went. It was almost comical when she strolled through a public place like a shopping center to see the men visibly double over or clutch at their groins as she went by. The few times Brenda hadn't gotten a reaction from a man, she'd assumed the man had to be gay. But she knew for certain that Alan wasn't gay and in fact was said to be quite a sexual Lothario. 

She'd long told herself that she wanted to be treated just like everyone else. But just like the week before, when it actually happened she was at a complete loss. Quick tempered, she turned the discussion to politics just so she'd have an excuse to get angry at him. She didn't actually follow politics, but whatever Alan said, she claimed the opposite. She was working herself into a full lather when Suzanne's arrival from next door cooled things down again. 

Brenda had been feeling awkward in wearing such a bold outfit, but she felt much better after Susan and Katherine came downstairs too and she saw what the other three were wearing. Knowing that Ron wouldn't be home till late, they all dressed to the nines. 

Suzanne had the largest, sexiest, and most expensive clothes collection. She also had the least to fear if Ron came home early, and she was determined not to be outdone by Brenda. She'd worn a cloak until everyone had gathered together, and then she undid the cloak to reveal herself to maximum effect.

Everyone else's jaws dropped in near comic-book style. They saw that Suzanne wasn't so much wearing a dress as she was a long toga-like piece of cloth loosely draped about her. The fabric was very expensive, blending from a dark blue to a dark green like different shades of ocean water. It was carefully taped in several strategic spots, or else she would have been frequently flashing both her nipples and pussy as she walked. In deference to Brenda, she also wore a thong to make sure certain areas got at least some coverage. 

Brenda was pissed off because she saw a big bulge rise in Alan's shorts within seconds of Suzanne's unveiling. To make matters worse, he was repeatedly yawning and within minutes he announced that he was going back to his room to take a nap. 

Such lack of interest towards Brenda was completely unheard of. Despite him being standoffish the week before, she fully expected he'd been eating out of her hand this time, fawning over her and bringing her drinks in an attempt to impress. 

Instead, a nap was more appealing. 

Brenda had to fight not to completely blow her top. Luckily the card game got going quickly and that diverted her attention. 

However, Brenda couldn't let sleeping dogs lie. Once the game was proceeding nicely, she turned the conversation towards Alan. She hoped to find out something about him that would explain his seemingly inexplicable lack of interest. She had run into men who were turned off by overly large breasts, but this was rarely a problem because she had a mouth-watering body from head to toe. Even men who were attracted solely to slim and girlish figures were taken by her cute, baby-like face. Besides, she'd heard that Alan was a "tit man." So she was stumped and annoyed. 

The others were quite happy to discuss Alan and soon Brenda found out about his classes, his friends, his hobbies, and more. 

But she didn't care much about that. So eventually, she said, "You know, it's a shame. He's such a handsome kid. It's too bad he has such a low sex drive." 

She was going to say more but couldn't because the others burst into uproarious laughter. 

Susan eventually calmed down enough to say, "Whatever gives you THAT idea?" 

"What? What did I say? I just got the sense from being here last week and then again this week that he doesn't find me attractive. I don't want to sound all full of myself but when that happens I have to assume it's them and not me." 

Suzanne said, "I think I can speak for everyone here when I say you couldn't be more wrong. Alan is as red-blooded and horny as any boy his age." She didn't want to say more for fear of revealing secrets. 

However, Susan added, "Alan's got a bit of a problem. A medical problem. Promise not to tell anyone what I'm telling you?"

"I promise."

"He's an insatiable sex machine. He has to ejaculate many times a day or he's left in pain. Four, five, six, seven times a day. That's normal for him." 

"Oh, how horrible," Brenda sympathized. Then her suspiciousness came back and went up a notch. "But wait. You're not inviting me here just so I'll sleep with him or something like that, are you? I thought we were real friends!"

Suzanne replied, "Believe you me, no one wants you to sleep with Alan. He's got more than enough women eager to help him out. In fact, you might make a few of those women angry if you did that. Besides, as you point out, he doesn't seem particularly interested in you. Can we just get back to playing cards?"

But Brenda was puzzled and wouldn't let the topic go. "But why are so many women eager to sleep with him? He's handsome I'll grant, but he's no Brad Pitt. He seems like a pretty normal teenager to me."

Susan butted in. "Why sleep with him? Why NOT sleep with him? He's perfect," she said dreamily, like someone deeply in love and lust. "He's smart, mature, good hearted, funny, understanding, giving, and as Suzanne mentioned, sexually insatiable."

"Not to mention his package," Katherine added in the same adoring and lusty tones. "So hard and long! And it just stays hard forever."

Both Susan and Suzanne looked at her funny, so she said, "What? Can't I look? I know I'm his sister, but how could I not notice something like that?" 

"She's right," Susan agreed emphatically. "But what about the yummy taste of his cum? How can you leave that out?" She was saying more than she should, because too many glasses of wine had made her careless.

"Now wait just a minute!" said an increasingly freaked out Brenda. "Susan, you're his mother. Don't tell me you've tasted his cum! You say he's so sexually insatiable - please don't tell me any of you have had sex with him! This topic is so gross! I'm appalled!"

"No, of course not!" said Susan, convincingly faking indignation. "We haven't done that. Of course, Suzanne helps him out a lot, but she limits herself to blowjobs. She is married after all. I only help him out with occasional handjobs, and Katherine helps with visual stimulation. You know, looking sexy." 

Susan realized she'd accidentally said too much again. 

Brenda was incredulous. "What?! Handjobs?! That's ... that's... incest! Isn't it?"

Susan realized she'd said too much, and tried her best to limit the damage. "No it isn't. For one thing, remember that both Alan and Katherine are adopted. In any case, we've actually seen the doctor about this, and he says it's something we have to do. Owing to the fact that we live with him, and sometimes his need for relief is immediate and severe, there really is no other choice. I admit it's quite strange, and actually none of us have even told my husband about it. So I hope you won't tell a soul about this. We're really putting our trust in you. But I'm afraid it's what we have to do. We have no choice."

Brenda was still fairly blown away, and thought of her only child, a boy almost the same age as Alan. "God, that's so bizarre. I can't even imagine what it would be like to have to jack off my own son Adrian." Brenda stared, lost in thought for a few moments, and then shook herself out of it. "Whoa. Don't even make me think about it! Let's go back to playing cards."

Susan was offended that Brenda thought her so weird. "Oh, come on, it's not THAT bizarre. Jacking off your son is just like jacking anybody else off. Practically. After a while you can even come to enjoy it. Okay, I'll admit, you can even love it." She again grew dreamy eyed and horny, which happened lately pretty much any time she thought about Alan's penis. "But is that so wrong, having a little fun when you're just doing what the doctor has told you to do?" 

If anything, Brenda was looking even more aghast at Susan, so Susan added, "Oh, don't act so high and mighty. I was like that too, and even now I keep grappling with the issue. It's a tough issue. If you would have asked me a few days ago I might have given you a different response, but now I know not to be the first to throw stones. If he has this medical problem, don't you think it's my responsibility as a mother to help him ease his pain? I'll bet that if the doctor ordered you to jack off your son several times a day, you'd do it, wouldn't you? I'll bet you'd come to love it before too long too. Or would you rather see your son suffer?"

Brenda was troubled. "Several times a day? Having to caress my son's penis? Why the very thought, why it's just ... I don't know ... disgusting." But she said this last word more out of social obligation. She actually was getting very turned on by the talk, and especially at the idea of having to jack off her own son. She tried to act scandalized, but the others could see the arousal in her face.

Suzanne was worried they could push Brenda too far too fast, so she said, "So anyway, that's our dirty little secret around here. Please keep it under your hat, okay?" 

Brenda nodded. 

Suzanne continued, "Now let's get back to playing cards. I could sit around and discuss Alan's penis all day long, but he's in his bedroom and liable to come out here again before long. Not to mention if your husband comes home, Susan. Let's not take all year here."

So they went back to playing cards. The situation quickly returned to normal, and before long Brenda was having a great time again. 

About half an hour later, Alan walked in on the game, still groggy from his nap. While he didn't join in, he sat around and talked to them as they played. It was obvious though that the real reason he lingered was to meet Brenda and scope out her fantastic looks. He was surprisingly indiscreet because he was so tired. He simply bored his eyes into her chest.

After a few minutes, Suzanne said, "Brenda, look what you did!" She pointed to Alan's crotch where there was a huge bulge. In fact it had been that way ever since he'd walked into the room.

Brenda stammered, "I did? But I don't..." She was upset at being treated like a sex object, even though it happened to her all the time. She was bewildered. Before, Alan had been uninterested in her, and now he was like a hungry wolf. She'd been upset at the lack of attention, and now she was bothered that he was attracted to her. She didn't know what she wanted from him any more. 

Suzanne reassured her. "Don't worry. That's good. He needs to be frequently relieved of his fluids. Like Susan said, you almost have to think of it as a medical duty." She turned to Alan. "How are you doing, Sweetie?"

Alan answered, "I'm enjoying hanging out with you all, but I'll admit it would be good to get some relief. Sorry Brenda for our vulgar talk."

Susan said, "That's okay, Tiger. Brenda understands the situation. Suzanne, would you be willing to help Alan with his problem? I'll allow it this time. We can take a short break while you're gone. I have to heat up some snacks for us to eat, anyway."  

Suzanne's eyes lit up. "Would I be willing? You know I love it. Come on, my Sweetie, are you ready for a big and sloppy blowjob?"

Alan just nodded a bit sheepishly. 

Brenda saw Suzanne ostentatiously lick her lips and was shocked at the sheer length of her tongue, not to mention the lewdness of the gesture. 

Alan hurried out of the room with Suzanne. 

Katherine remained quiet, but under the table she clenched her hands in frustration that she wasn't able to be in Suzanne's shoes.

Susan sat and watched them go, then poured herself another glass of wine. Thinking out loud, she sighed and said, "Suzanne's so lucky. I just loooove giving that boy a nice blowjob. The taste of his cum. ... Oh! It's just too much!" 

Brenda said to Susan accusingly, "Hey! I thought you said you didn't do blowjobs!" 

Susan looked down at her feet guiltily. 

Brenda heated up even more. "I thought so! You tricked me! You all tricked me! I thought you were my friends, but you only want me for my body! I'm outta here!" She stood up and glared at them all with intense anger.

Katherine stepped in to rescue the situation, since Susan seemed to be digging herself into a deeper hole with every new comment and the suave Suzanne wasn't around. 

"Calm down Brenda," she said a cool and collected voice. "What Suzanne said earlier is true. The last thing we want is for you to do anything sexually with Alan. You'd just take away opportunities from the others. Yes, we've lied to you on a few things, but that's only because these are things one doesn't normally tell people. Do you think Susan says to her friends, 'Boy, I sure gave my son a great blowjob this morning?' Of course not! In fact, you should be flattered that we've been so honest with you. That shows how quickly we've all become friends. You're about the only one we've told, actually."

"Hrmph," Brenda fumed, but she was calming down. "Then tell me the whole truth. What exactly do you all do to Alan, and why are you telling me this?"

Katherine explained, "Susan has laid down some strict rules, and we all have to obey them. The rules differ for each person. I just try to inspire Alan by dressing sexily. For instance, look at this dress." 

Katherine stood up and moved away from the table to model her outfit. She even waved her hands over herself, like a car room show girl. It was a white dress that barely clung to her midsection, much like a wrap-around towel. It looked like her nipples were only covered by two flaps of cloth that could blow open at any time, but in fact they were taped down. She asked Brenda, "What do you think?" 




Six Times a Day Pt. 13



Brenda replied, "I must admit, you look good. And you dress like that to help inspire your own brother to cum?"

"You got it. It's very important that he expels large quantities of cum all throughout the day. I can only hope that this dress helped play a part in that bulge he got, the one that's Suzanne's taking care of right now. Who knows, maybe the way you look helped as well. This is a team effort and we all have our roles. In fact, Suzanne gets bonus points here because this is her dress that I'm borrowing." 

Brenda griped, "But the incest! I don't mind some sexy clothing, but what Susan is doing..." Her anger was slowly passing. 

Katherine further explained as she continued to lie about her real role, "I don't touch Alan, I just inspire. Susan gives Alan a blowjob once a week, on the nurse's orders. Really. It's complicated explaining why that's necessary, but it is. And that's it, as far as the so-called incest goes. Suzanne does more, since she's not family. The reason we're telling you is because I think we all feel a natural bond with you." She returned to the table and sat down. 

Susan added, "Please, Brenda, don't be mad at us. This is all very embarrassing. I was saying to Suzanne that we big-breasted women have to stick together. No one else can really understand or sympathize what our situation is like. Plus, we're having a great time playing cards. I really like you. We all do. But if you're going to be around this house a lot with future card games, you have to understand what goes on here." 

She paused, and then added, "I hate to be immodest, but look at my daughter and I. Then there's Suzanne, and her daughter Amy, whom you've met. Does Alan really need you for stimulation or help? No. We've got it covered. You being here is just the icing on the cake. We have the Alan situation all taken care of. We only invited you here to play cards. None of this would have come out in the first place except you kept asking all kinds of leading questions about his sex life."

Brenda's anger was spent. "All right. Good point. This is one house where I don't have to be the spectacle, and I do appreciate that. I'm sorry for getting angry and I'm sorry too for prying about him. It's just that I often jump to conclusions, and I have to be careful of people taking advantage of me. Let's play cards, and meanwhile you can tell me more about what you all do with Alan and how these rules work and why. I'll try to be more sympathetic. But I don't like people staring at me like Alan did, even if it's for a good cause, whatever that means." 

There was a pause, and then she couldn't help asking more. "How many times a day does Suzanne help? And why on Earth does the doctor make you, his mother for God's sake, give him a blowjob?"

Susan explained much to Brenda; because of her wine perhaps she explained more than was prudent. The discussion continued until Alan and Suzanne returned to the living room. 

Alan watched the others play cards until the card game finally came to an end after about three hours of playing. They would have liked to have kept going but finally had to stop because Ron was expected home from the office going away party. None of them, especially Susan, wanted to be seen by Ron in such sexy garb. 

But before Brenda left, she got a chance to talk with Alan for a longer time, and found him a surprisingly mature and interesting person for his age. He did stare at her body from time to time, but she welcomed his attention and in fact tried to encourage it. It was the way he'd ignored her earlier that deeply bothered her.

Brenda had a great time despite the weird sexual revelations, and she kept secret the details they told her. She eagerly looked forward to their next game just as much as she did the last time. And despite her earlier protestations, as she left she announced that next time she'd dress a little bit sexier if that would help Alan with his stimulation problem. 

Suzanne helpfully suggested that Brenda wear high-heeled shoes next time. "It's practically the required dress code around here," she said as she pointed to all the women's heel-clad feet. "And Ron will be long gone by next week, so feel free to wear something really sexy."

Brenda had thought of Alan as just another teenager, but now she looked at him in a whole new light. Later, back at home, she recalled him eating her up with his eyes, and she imagined his mother Susan jacking off a huge penis. Then her thoughts turned to having to do the same with her own son Adrian, who was like Alan in many ways, though a good deal younger. She found herself getting extremely horny against her will, and banished these new and forbidden thoughts out of her head.

Later that evening, Susan came to Alan's room late at night to give him another goodnight kiss. Unable to trust herself, especially since Ron was back home and lying in bed by this time, she entered his room very thoroughly dressed. 

She said, "Tiger, I know I've been giving you mixed signals. I'm very confused myself. But just wait until Ron leaves and then we'll sort this all out, okay? We can have a good talk then. But right now it's just too awkward."

"Okay. Believe me, I've been counting the days." 

Susan leaned in and kissed Alan even as he was saying this. 

Then they repeatedly kissed each other on the cheeks and nose, just as they did before. But that was all. Their mouths never touched. 

Susan got up, blew another kiss at the door, and left. 

CHAPTER 6 (Thursday, Oct. 31)

Early in the morning, just before sunrise, Susan lay in bed having an erotic dream about Alan. This had become very commonplace in the past couple of weeks, pretty much from the first medical appointment with Akami. She didn't remember her dreams every night, but when she did it seemed they were always erotic and always starring Alan. 

This dream was different though, because Ron was involved and because at first she had no idea she was dreaming. The dream started with her waking up in her bed, exactly as she would have done in real life. 

A knock on her bedroom door woke her up. Then she heard Alan's voice through the door. "Mom? You up? It's me." 

This was extremely unusual. Alan hadn't knocked on her door in the middle of the night since he was about five and needed comforting after bad nightmares. 

Susan looked over and saw Ron still lying on his side of their big bed, still snoring. She said just loudly for Alan to hear but hopefully not loudly enough for Ron to wake, "I am now." 

"Can I come in?" 

"I suppose." The annoyance was obvious in her voice. 

Alan opened the door. He was wearing baggy pajamas (as were both Ron and Susan). He closed the door behind him and walked up next to Susan while keeping the light turned off. He whispered, "Sorry Mom, for waking you, but I just had to. I'm so afraid! I had the most terrible nightmare!" 

Susan felt a strange sense of deja vu. Indeed, it had been well over a dozen years since this had happened and yet in another way it seemed just like yesterday. Back when he was a toddler and woke up from a bad nightmare, he would rush into Susan's room and jump right into the space between Susan and Ron. Feeling safe, he would soon settle down and go to sleep. Even back then Ron was traveling more often than not, which meant that usually only Susan was there. But Katherine did the same thing, and very often they would have nightmares on the same night, for instance after both of them had watched a scary TV show. Oftentimes the three of them would end up sleeping together - not close enough to touch, but close enough to each other to feel safe. 

As Susan recalled those memories, she realized just how much she missed those years. Back then, she felt free to hug and kiss her children many times during the course of the day, and both of them didn't hesitate to say "I love you, Mommy!" frequently and run to her for hugs. She didn't know when she stopped encouraging the physical affection, but even casual hugs nearly completely ceased by the time both of them had been in elementary school for a couple of years. That fact made her feel very sad.  

So, in a powerfully nostalgic mood, she looked up at Alan's silhouette as he stood there in the darkness and said, "That's okay. What can I do to help?" 

Alan looked shy and embarrassed as he said, "I know this sounds silly, but can I get in bed between you and Father until I get rid of these heebie-jeebies? I'm totally freaked out!" 

She smiled. "You are a bit bigger, but sure. Hop in." Technically, Susan and Ron slept in separate beds, but they were flush together. One large bedspread covered them both, but beneath that they had their own sheets and blankets. Susan pulled down the sheets on her side of the crack between the two beds, inviting Alan to lie there. 

He immediately took up the invitation, but not before pulling off his pajamas and dropping them on the floor. Suddenly, a very hard erection was in view. 

Just as suddenly, Susan started to think that allowing Alan into her bed was a very bad idea. As he gently and quietly scrambled up the middle of the two beds, Susan exclaimed in a loud whisper, "Tiger! Why are you taking your pajamas off?!" 

"Sorry, Mom, but that's how I sleep now. I can't sleep in pajamas any more. There's just no way." As he talked, he ducked under the covers and lay down right next to his mother. 

"But Son! I thought you said you were scared!" 

"But I am! Terrified! Thank God you're here." He scooted up closer to her in the bed, his front side cuddling right up to her front side. That put his bare chest right up to her unavoidably large breasts. 

She was so scandalized that she froze in place. She was thankful at least that she was wearing her nightgown, but in a way that was worse because it was made of satin and the feel of her son rubbing against her silky curves felt even more delightful than if it was skin to skin. 

She held her breath for a long time, fearful of what he might do next. But finally he seemed to settle down and then stopped moving altogether. She exhaled with relief. She considered the situation and decided that all in all it wasn't that terrible. True, he was naked and her nipples were pressed into his chest. She hoped that her nightgown was thick enough to disguise from him just how erect her nipples were. But aside from that, their bodies weren't touching much except for some incidental leg contact. He seemed to go out of his way to bend his torso in such a way that his erection wouldn't poke into her. 

She whispered, "Tiger, you're not five years old any more, you know. It's not exactly appropriate for a boy your age to lay here like you are, especially without your pajamas." 

He whispered back, "I know, Mom, I'm sorry. But in the nightmare there were robbers breaking into the house and it was all so real and scary!" 

"Well, that does sound pretty terrible. But you can only stay here for a little while, until you calm down, okay? Then it's right back to your bed. If Ron were to wake up right now, he'd have a hissy fit!" Her voice dropped down. "I can't even imagine what he'd think." 

"Okay, Mom. Sorry." 

Both of them briefly looked at Ron, Alan craning his neck around to do so. Though the room was dark, they could see his chest rising up and down under his covers and hear a steady snoring. Clearly, he was deep asleep. 

While Alan was partly turned the other way, Susan attempted to scoot away from him while he was distracted. 

But the move backfired. He ended up scooting in closer as he readjusted, and now she was at the edge of the bed and didn't have any more free space. He said, "Don't worry, it'll be alright. I won't be long. In fact, I feel better already. But do you remember how you'd comfort me when I was really small?" 

"Alan!" Susan nearly shouted. Had it not been for Ron being right there, she most certainly would have shouted, because her nightgown had a tie right over her cleavage and while he was talking, Alan had found it and untied it. 

Acting fast, he pulled the front of her nightgown open, exposing her breasts, and then dropped his head down to her bountiful charms. His mouth latched onto her left nipple and he started to suckle. 

She exclaimed, in an urgent but much quieter voice, "Son, just what do you think you're doing?!" 

He was too intent on suckling to answer. 

So, after a brief pause, she continued, "How can you remember that? I stopped nursing you before you were two!" (In reality, Susan hadn't nursed Alan at all. But in her dream world she had, and in fact in that world he wasn't adopted at all.) 

Alan still didn't answer. He just contentedly suckled like a newborn babe. 

Susan fidgeted about, and even tried to push him away some, but her heart wasn't in it. She felt something primal about having him suckle at her breast and she just couldn't deny him that. 

Milk soon began to flow, which would have been a miracle in reality but seemed normal and even expected in the dream. 

Susan knew as a faithful wife and responsible mother she had to do something or say something. But her nipples were her greatest weakness - any fondling of them or her breasts in general got her hot, and fast. Within seconds of him starting to suckle on them, she felt a lusty heat rising up within her. There seemed to be a direct line between her nipples and her clit and pussy. The more his lips nursed her, the more she started to leak down below. 

Soon the room was fragrant with the smell of her pussy juices. Her big breasts rose up and down with Alan's face on them like a ship riding the ocean waves. She felt a deep contentment as the milk flowed into her son's mouth.

After a couple of minutes, Alan switched to the right nipple even though he hadn't exhausted all the milk from the left nipple. As he did so, he left a supporting hand on her left breast. It soon became a fondling hand. 

Susan had been quiet, afraid of even whispering for fear of waking her husband. But now she said in a nearly inaudible voice, "Tiger, you can't do that! That's too sexual! What if Ron wakes up?!" 

Alan though still didn't answer. He just kept on suckling and playing with her breasts. In fact, both of his hands were wandering and exploring now. He also scooted in closer, causing his now throbbing and insistent erection to press up against one of Susan's thighs. 

She quietly gasped as she felt the hot shaft of flesh against her cool skin. A few minutes earlier, it would have pressed against her nightgown, but as Alan's hands wandered they had a habit of pulling on her nightgown and exposing more and more of her voluptuous body. Now the nightgown was bunched up around her middle. 

But even that wasn't enough for him. He continued to undo the nightgown until it was open from top to bottom and then he pulled it out from under the sheets and tossed it onto the floor. 

"Alan!" she hissed. "Have you gone mad?!" 

He finally pulled away to speak. He wiped off the milk dribbling down his chin, looked into her eyes lovingly, and said, "No, Mom. It's just that you're so beautiful. I just can't resist looking at your breathtakingly beautiful body." With that, he pulled down the sheets and blankets on Susan's half of the double bed until the lay in a useless heap around their feet and ankles. Then he went right back to fondling and suckling on her breasts.

Both of them had completely forgotten about his nightmare, if indeed he ever had one. 

Susan looked down at her exposed nudity, then at her son's big hard-on poking into her inner thigh, then finally over to Ron where he was still blissfully snoring away. She was so turned on that she wanted to scream for joy. She knew what her son was doing to her was wrong, horribly wrong, but it felt so fantastic that she was completely helpless to stop it. The fear that her husband could wake up and discover her at any second made it all that much more deliciously sinful and exciting. 

She thought, I've never felt so alive! My son is such a MAN! He just takes what he wants, and right now what he wants is his busty mommy! He doesn't care that Ron is right here; he knows that Mommy is slave to his cock anytime, anywhere! Besides, Ron cheated on me, so why should I care what he thinks? Isn't it time that I start to live for myself? But still, it's so cruel. If the tables were turned, I would just die. I really have to stop this! I need to somehow lure my studly and virile son out of the room. 

She grabbed his erection and began stroking it. She whispered huskily, "Tiger, I'll bet all that suckling and playing with your mommy's big titties has made you nice and hard. I'll bet your balls could use a thorough draining." 

Alan just murmured as he suckled, "Mmmm-hmmm." 

She raised her head briefly to make sure Ron's eyes were still closed. Comforted by his continued light snoring, she said quietly, "Mommy would love to give your big, thick sperm-filled meat a nice suck. It's so hot and hard! Mmmm! Mommy can't wait to get it into her mouth! But not here! It would be too noisy and messy. Let's go to your room right now and have lots of fun. How does that sound?" 

Alan disengaged. "Great, Mom." But instead of making a move off the bed, he straddled himself over her and climbed up her body until his long, stiff dick was dangling right over her mouth. 

She hissed with renewed fear, "No, baby! Not here! I said in your room!" 

But he seemed not to hear her. 

Aroused beyond comprehension, she finally gave up all resistance. Her mouth had been firmly shut, but then he started to tickle her. She opened her mouth to protest and laugh, but somehow it kept opening wider and wider as his erection drew closer to her red lips. She let him feed inch after inch of hot cock into her mouth. 

Normally when Alan got a blowjob, he was so happy that he was content just to stand there and enjoy it. But this dream Alan was much more aggressive than the real world Alan. Kneeling over her, he began thrusting his hips vigorously, effectively fucking her face. Meanwhile, he steadied himself by gasping her breasts, somehow managing to knead them despite his increasingly wild thrusting. 

Susan was humiliated, but even more aroused than before. She didn't know if she was technically climaxing or not, but every passing second she felt better than she did during the best orgasm and the waves of pleasure simply never stopped. Her son kept fucking her face minute after minute after minute like an unstoppable fucking machine. 

My God! I love it! My son is fucking my face in my wedding bed with my husband sleeping right next to me, and I love it! It's so wrong. I'm going to go to Hell for this, but I don't care! I just hope Ron doesn't wake up, but Alan is shaking around so violently and I'm moaning so loudly that how could anyone sleep through this?! It's just a matter of time now before he discovers everything! 

Then Ron will know! He'll know that I've been completely tamed by my son's cock! Mommy's just a naked, big-titted, lactating, cocksucking son-slut, Ron! Sorry 'bout that! Heh-heh! I'm evil! Pure evil! But I just can't resist these eight inches of sinful bliss!



By now, Alan was practically standing on the bed, shaking it so much that it rocked back and forth like a major earthquake was hitting the room. And Susan was completely unrestrained in her moaning. Had it not been that her mouth was stuffed full with juicy thick cock, she would have been screaming to the heavens. 

She hadn't looked Ron's way for a long time for fear of what she might see there, plus she couldn't turn her head given the way Alan was rhythmically plunging in and out of it. But she finally looked over out of the corner of one eye, fully expecting to see him sitting up, crying and horrified. To her surprise, he was awake, but he wasn't paying her or Alan the slightest attention. Instead, he was on top of a slim and petite Thai woman and was rutting into her just as intently as Alan was fucking Susan's face. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 14



Six Times a Day, Part 14: Brilliant Disguise

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. If you're interested in the illustrated version, try Googling "Six Times a Day." On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again. 

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CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 1)

Alan looked up first. He grabbed his sister by the hair and said, "Uh-oh, we're busted." It was their mother. 

Alan saw that Susan looked more angry than shocked, which caused him to guess she wasn't entirely surprised about what they were doing. She probably had failed to knock or call our names on purpose, he deduced.

The three of them all remained frozen in place, silently staring at each other. 

Words failed Susan. What is a mother supposed to say when she catches her daughter sucking her son's penis? Especially when her anger is mostly because she wants to be the one doing it instead? I've been bursting at the seams waiting for Amy to leave, and I was so ready to do something fun with my cutie Tiger. Instead, I find this!

She was pissed off and hurt, especially at Alan for favoring Katherine over her.

Katherine turned her head and looked up with big surprised eyes, but she instinctively and unthinkingly kept sucking on the tasty erection in her mouth. She was too close to getting a nice load to stop. 

Alan knew he was right on the verge and clenched his PC muscle with all his might to stave off orgasm.

"Angel, take that thing out of your mouth!" Susan finally cried. 

Katherine quickly complied and pulled his penis out of her mouth with both hands. Susan could go months without raising her voice, but Katherine belatedly remembered how angry Susan could get when she did get mad. Nothing was worth that. 

"I'd baked you some cookies just to be nice, and I find ... this! As soon as Amy is out the door, you're on each other like, like, dogs in heat!" Susan stammered.

Alan thought quickly. This could have been a lot worse. Katherine isn't doing anything that Suzanne or my mom hasn't done to me already. Lucky Katherine wasn't fingering herself too, or I wasn't shooting all over Amy, or... A lot of naughty possibilities flashed through his mind.

"What's wrong, Mom?" he finally asked with false naiveté. "Katherine is helping to stimulate me to orgasm. Isn't that okay, now that Father is gone?"

"No, it's not okay!" said Susan huffily, her hand still on the doorknob. "We never discussed this! We never discussed if your sister... If she..." 

Words failed Susan completely, but then she started again, "Katherine, you're grounded! You shouldn't have done this without discussing it with me first! Who knows what kind of unholy and sinful things could happen between you two if you don't use some sense! No leaving this house for a week, my so-called Angel, except straight to school and back!"

"But Moooooom!" Katherine whined. Her hands were still grasping Alan's penis. Amazingly, he was still erect despite the interruption. Even more remarkably, Katherine's hands found themselves stroking him again. She didn't plan it or even realize it was happening - it was just an automatic response now. When she had her brother's penis in her hands, she naturally stroked it. 

"Why is it I get punished and not Alan?" she asked. 

"Because his, uh, manhood has very great needs. He's a terribly cum-filled boy. He has to cum so often that he's desperate for stimulation. He's burdened enough trying to find new ways to get rid of all that nasty cum. You're the one that has to have most of the restraint." 

"That's so unfair," Katherine grumped. 

"Hey, don't try to sidetrack me by making this about Alan. Are you clear on your punishment?" 

Katherine was, but as she thought about the ramifications she asked, "What about the S-Club? What about cheerleading for the football game?" She was particularly interested in not missing a single S-Club meeting, given that they were actually orgies with Kim and Alan.

"Nothing that school doesn't require! Now go to your room!"

"Okay, Mom," Katherine replied forlornly, but she delayed. Even after all this, she still had Alan's pulsing penis in her hands, and it felt too nice to let go. It was like being forced to get out of a toasty warm bed on a cold winter's morning. But more than that, both she and Alan were so close to climax that to stop them was like trying to stop a runaway train on the head of a dime.

Katherine was still in such an erotic fog despite being lectured to that Susan's words were only half registering. She tried to look at Susan and pay attention, but her horny mind was distracted by Susan's risqué clothing, not to mention the hot piece of meat that her hands subtly stroked. 

Susan was now wearing a nightie. It was another newly purchased one that drew attention to her pussy because the skirt failed to cover it up. 

Katherine giggled, and asked without thinking, "You're wearing a nightgown?"

Susan blushed slightly, aware that she looked silly since it was still hours before she planned to go to bed. In fact, it wasn't even time for dinner yet. She'd expected to find Alan alone and wanted to tempt him. She said while nervously coughing and looking away, "Um, yes. The, uh, dress policy is back to how it was before Ron arrived. Now go."

But still Katherine didn't go. 

Susan's eyes dropped to her daughter's hands. The hands nearly covered Alan's erection, so it was a bit hard to see what exactly was happening, but Susan could now see how her daughter's hands were clenching and flexing, exciting Alan even without making overt, long strokes. "Angel, what are you doing there? Stop that stroking this instant! I'm trying to talk to you!"

"Yeah, Sis, please stop!" Alan pleaded. "I can't hold it!" He was fighting for dear life to hold back, but his penis was already past the point of no return.

Susan nearly yelled while she watched his hips start to buckle as he lost control, "Mister, you'd better hold that load in! I'm trying to have a serious conversation here, and this is no time to go and-"

"Aaah!" Alan screamed. "No good! I'm losing it!"

His penis trembled and shook in Katherine's hands, like a volcano about to erupt. 

Susan, still with her hand on the doorknob, gaped in shock as she stared at what would inevitably happen next. Her eyes bugged out and her mouth hung open, making her look even more amazed than when she'd first burst into the room.

Katherine was still sitting between Alan's legs, and her face was mere inches from the tip of his penis. So there was only one thing that could happen: his cum shot out the tip of his penis like water bursting through a crack in a dam. She closed her eyes and braced to get sprayed by his warm ropes. 

His penis was already extremely wet with pre-cum, and Katherine's hands now slithered in excitement up and down his slippery rod. She figured, whether Susan was watching or not, as long as this was happening she might as well enjoy it to its fullest. Occasionally, her sliding hands went over the penis head, diverting the blast momentarily from her face into her wet hands. 

But overall, most of Alan's cum landed squarely in the middle of Katherine's face. It was a good thing her eyes were closed, because her cheeks, eye sockets, nose, and eyebrows took most of the spray. 

When it was over, Katherine was afraid to open her eyes for fear of some cum dripping into her eyes. She was also afraid to see Susan's disapproving face. Thoroughly addicted to the taste of Alan's cum already, she had a strong desire to lick her face and stuff her mouth full of his jizz. But she felt ostentatious licking would only get her in more trouble - she'd already pushed her luck way too far. 

However, it turned out that there was so much cum around her nose that some of it ran in rivulets right into her mouth. She delightfully lolled fresh gobs of cum on her tongue to the ignorance of her mother.

Susan though, was livid. "KATHERINE! Into your room! NOW! I've never seen such insolence in this family! I'm hurt! Shocked! Go before I fly completely off the handle! And clean yourself off, for crying out loud!" 

Susan finally let go of the doorknob so Katherine could leave. Her eyes shot daggers at Katherine as her daughter tried to go past, but the effect was lost since Katherine couldn't see. 

Katherine fled the room with her eyes still closed. She couldn't ever remember seeing her mother so cross. She had no chance to pick up her clothes from the floor as she couldn't see them, and just left them there in her hurry to get away. She bumped into walls as she blindly made her way across the hall. 

Back in her room, Katherine planned to properly clean her face off: one hand would scoop cum into her mouth and the other would be deep up her pussy. She figured she might as well enjoy the experience while she still had the chance. She imagined it would be the last time for a while that she'd get the chance to taste Alan's cum, at least when in her own house. 

Susan now focused her anger on Alan and crossed his bedroom to stand right before him.

CHAPTER 2

Alan sat on the edge of his bed with nothing on. His penis was a semi-turgid, gooey mess. His thighs too were dripping with errant ropes. He considered covering up his crotch with his hands, but then he looked up at a steaming Susan. 

Somehow he found the rare instances of her being really angry extremely arousing. Partly it was because she had a habit of crossing her arms underneath her tits and made them push out, as she was doing now. But mostly it was her face, flush and intense. He figured that if he held onto his penis, he might find himself unconsciously stroking it before long, just as Katherine had been busted doing. So he decided to physically steer clear of that area and think unsexy thoughts.

Susan's if-looks-could-kill eyes were now assaulting him. "Alan Evan Plummer! Am I ANGRY!"

Alan knew that when Susan called him by his first and last name, that was a very bad sign. To throw in his middle name on top of that was almost unprecedented.

"But Mom!" he bravely defended himself. "Don't blame me! We were right on the edge of climax when you came in. I can't help my body. It's like, you can't stop these things once they get started. The body just takes over. My body betrayed me! I'm sorry!"

She nearly snarled, "Your 'body.' You mean THAT." She pointed at his half-erect penis. "As usual, that's the source of all our troubles lately. Your member has turned this house upside down!"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it! It's like what you were just saying to Katherine, how I have great needs. The doctor said I have to climax six times a day. What am I supposed to do?! That's what I have to do!"

Susan was calming down now, especially since she was angrier at Katherine and Katherine was gone. After a pause, she tersely spat out, "I know, I know. But dammit, why does it, why does it have to be so BIG?!"

That was unexpected for Alan. He had to redouble his efforts not to grow fully hard, but he was losing the mental battle. His mother continued to stand at his door and stare at him, though her facial expression was more neutral now. For what seemed like the thousandth time in recent weeks, he stared at her huge tits, making it difficult for him to think rationally. 

The nightie didn't particularly highlight her boobs; in fact, they bound them up. But it didn't matter. It occurred to Alan that it was almost irrelevant what she wore anymore - everything got him hard. He now knew every inch of her body so well from constant staring that when she was clothed he could perfectly imagine her naked anyway. 

He noticed too that her anger was not that much different from her arousal - she was red in the face and her chest was heaving. In fact, he was pretty sure that the anger was fading and the arousal was taking over.

She went on, slightly less menacingly, "Why does it have to be so thick and hard all the time? Eight whole inches, at the very least. Look! It's getting hard again even as I speak, God dammit! And so tasty. So delicious! Damn you! How do you expect me to be a good and responsible mother in the face of all that?" 

She pointed at it with an outstretched arm while averting her eyes with her other hand. She made it seem like Alan had the corpse of a mangled, dead animal between his legs.

Alan was calmer now. He could see her anger passing. "Mom, I can't help it. That's just how it is."

"I know. But it's not fair! Not fair!" She stared at his long prick more overtly now. Her hands were clenched into fists and she shook the fists in the air in abject frustration. "I try to run a respectable house here. But your sister obeys the throbs of your penis more than the weight of my words. She was sucking you off! Cocksucking! My innocent Angel! Did you see her face? Covered in sperm. Absolutely soaking in it! Obscene. Completely obscene! What am I going to do?!"

In a flash, Susan's anger was gone and replaced by anguish and defeat. Utterly drained, she sat down on the bed next to Alan. 

He looked over at her face, and he felt like his heart would break to see her so sad. He thought, Look at that. This is why I could never purposely go against her will or make her mad. I have to make her feel better! Come on, don't be sad, Mom!

He put his arm around her shoulder and hugged. "Don't cry, Mom. Don't cry." He could see her right on the verge of tears. "It's not your fault. It's the penis. And the treatment. All this six times a day stuff has made my penis extremely excitable all the time. Like right now. It has a mind of its own."

Both of them looked down into Alan's still exposed and slippery crotch. His penis was harder than ever, and even twitching in the air, as if looking for a hole to fill. 

The sight at least seemed to divert Susan's sadness. Despite her anguish, she couldn't help but think, Look how hard I get him. And so fast. He just came minutes ago, and now he's like steel all over again, because of me! Is it my nightie? Or is it me?

He said pleadingly, "Don't blame Katherine, okay? She sees how I have needs, and she was just trying to help. She was just doing what you and Suzanne have already done - what's wrong with that?"

He could feel Susan trembling in his partial embrace. "I just can't imagine my darling Tiger with my sweet Angel. It's just too ... strange! Your medical treatment is simply too much for me to take sometimes." 

She took a good whiff of the air and realized how much it smelled like her son's cum. He really has to air this place out. It's so stuffy and smelly. She looked to the open door. I wish we had some more privacy. It would look awkward if I got up and closed the door now.

"Mom, don't you think you're being too harsh on Katherine? This wasn't the first time, that's true. But she should be commended, not punished. She's seen my suffering and tried to help out. Even if it wasn't something sexual and pleasurable, she still would have done the same, because that's the kind of person she is." 

Alan rubbed Susan's back comfortingly. Her nightie had very little fabric in the back, and he was acutely aware of the sensual feel of his hand on her silky skin. He was also very aware that he was still totally nude and she was dressed in nothing but a skimpy nightgown. Despite all of the emotional distress, he was nonetheless horny as hell. The fact that she was telling him how thick, big, and tasty his penis was certainly getting to him.

Her body language welcomed his touch, but she nonetheless began to cry. "I must be a horrible mother. To have my son ... and my daughter..." She buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed.

"There, there, it's not your fault," Alan consoled her. "It's nobody's fault. It's just biological. I have certain needs that need to be taken care of. Katherine was just trying to help. It's not incest; it's just the same as how you and Suzanne have been helping me..."

"I know, I know, but..." she cried. "But it's just... It feels wrong. Even merely hearing that word makes me queasy! The 'I' word, you know. Other people wouldn't understand. I just can't understand that we would be put in this situation and that the doctors would approve. It's crazy. I mean, she took such a big load right in the middle of her face! Did you see that? Your stuff completely soaking her face? All the fresh sperm dripping down?"

"It's called a facial, Mom. Or a pearl necklace. Although I guess that's more for doing it on the chest."

"I know that. Suzanne's been teaching me things. But how am I supposed to react to that sexy sight, even if she had good intentions? Not to mention the sight of your pumping cock shooting out all that cum. I meant, uh, your penis, or er, member. Penis, let's call it. Seeing that is rather, uh, troublesome. Not to mention coming here and seeing your penis buried up to the hilt in her mouth! How much can I take? This just isn't normal. And I'm worried. Two young people like you might be well intentioned and just trying to follow doctor's orders at first, but do you know where to stop?"

"I know, Mom. It's weird. But don't be mad at me or Katherine, okay? Why don't you go to her now and have a talk about boundaries? Now that she and I have done this much already, what's the harm of her helping me out sometimes, if she understands the same limits you gave to Suzanne? I need all the help I can get. Especially while Ron was here, you and Suzanne haven't been helping enough. Actually, Suzanne tried, but you wouldn't let her either. It's been SO difficult for me to cum six times a day. You wouldn't even understand how tough! I've been having blue balls all the time, all week long."

Susan looked down at Alan's crotch once more. It was very erect and inviting. Very insistently erect. She looked at the door to the room, which still hung open. She again smelled the room - the scent of cum made her weak in the knees and drove all reason from her brain. 

She wrung her hands together and fidgeted. It was all she could do not to just lean over and force her mouth onto his penis while grabbing the base with her hands and pumping it both orally and manually until she was rewarded with a big load. But she held back, trembling.

"I'm so sorry," she said contritely. "Your father obviously wouldn't understand this, so I've been keeping away from you, and trying to keep everyone away from you. I forgot how difficult it must be for you. When your penis was hurting on Tuesday, it must have been because you had to do it yourself, without anyone helping. We can't have that. I'll try... I'll try to be better." 

She stared into his crotch and licked her lips. "Look at that. It's like the goddamned Energizer Bunny. Oops, pardon my language. Angel with her inexperience is obviously unable to completely satisfy you. Would you like my help?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 14



"Of course, Mom. I'd love it." A shiver of excitement passed up his spine at her casual request to pleasure his penis. She said it in the same way she'd always made offers to help him button up his shirt and the like. It never escaped his mind that she was his mother, and that forbidden fact drove him wild.

She reached her hands over his leg and began stroking his erection. "Mommy knows best," she mumbled. "Let Mommy squeeze all that nasty sperm right out of you." 

Alan lay down on the bed, since he was already sitting on it. Even though he'd cum little more than five minutes before, he had no trouble getting hard again, because it was Susan. 

She tried to keep a cool demeanor and pretend that she had her emotions under control. But she was only deceiving herself. Just the mere act of putting her hands around his shaft calmed her trembling nerves and soothed her mind but also sent her libido into overdrive. She had a way of getting into it 100%, which blocked out all other disturbing thoughts. 

She thought to herself, It's so hard for me. So hard. My Angel, bless her soul, I love her dearly, but she clearly is no match for me when it comes to cock tending. Mommies DO know best. I'm not going to leave him unsatisfied. I don't care if the door IS open! If Katherine comes by, she's just going to have to watch and learn how a cocksucking is really done!

As she got into it, she cooed, "Poor, poor baby. Let your mommy help you out. It pains me to think of you having to pleasure yourself and possibly damage this lovely thing. And the sin of self- gratification. We can't even let that happen."

He exaggerated his so-called plight. "You're right, Mom, if I do it alone my penis hurts soooo bad. Sis was just trying to help. So, does that mean you're not mad at her?" He was trying to take maximum advantage of the new mood of his obviously penis-hungry mother.

But she scowled and said, "I'm still mad! The punishment still stands. She should have talked to me. If she wants to stroke or suck your penis, then just like Suzanne she needs to talk to me first. How else can I be sure that things don't get out of hand?"

"You make the rules, and I want to respect them," Alan said meekly. "By the way, could you take off your nightie to help me reach climax?"

"Hmmm... Maybe, just this once..." she said, ignoring that she'd been running around nude quite often lately. She stood up and exposed her gorgeous orbs to Alan. 

She desperately missed being an exhibitionist, even though it hadn't been that long. She immediately felt better and more at ease topless. It was almost literally felt like taking off a ball and chain. She smiled, just from the joy of being naked for her son. 

She sighed contentedly. Naked and with my hands around his penis. His dick. His cock! God yes! Now this is what I've been waiting for! But at the same time she periodically looked back towards the open door, fearing that Katherine would come out of her room and expose her as a hypocrite.

Alan sat back up to check her out. "Holy cow, Mom, your boobs are so fantastic! I've missed them so very much. You've hardly been naked at all for me lately. You're so insanely beautiful. You look so young. Twenty years old. Twenty two, tops."

Susan beamed with pride. She posed for him for a minute, just standing still like a model being photographed. But she was so naturally modest that she was momentarily struck with a loss of how to verbally respond to the compliment. "Well... Thanks, but... just remember there's much more to your mother than just her bust."

"I know, Mom, I know. You're the greatest all around. And I don't just mean your body. Though I do mean that, too. But when it comes to getting me excited, nothing beats seeing you naked. Not even Suzanne. Every inch of you is perfect. Please be naked more often for me, please?"

"I'll try, if it'll make you feel better," she said, bowing her head, bashful with pride. She was especially extremely pleased to hear she excited him more than Suzanne. But she snapped out of her reverie when she saw Alan had begun stroking his penis.

"Just what exactly do you think you're doing, Alan Plummer?" she said in a mock huff.

"Sorry, Mom, but you get me so excited, I couldn't wait."

She sat back down next to him. "Leave that to us females with soft hands. I want to give you an extra special handjob for being so nice. Not to mention what I had to do at the airport." She was obliquely referring to the kiss she'd given her husband. "I'm sorry about that."

As she grew excited, her fingers began pumping on his erection faster and faster. "God, how I miss doing this!" 

Alan was already near the verge, due to his sister's earlier work and Amy's as well. In fact, he suddenly thought - Oh my God - what if Mom came in here when Amy was still here? And why didn't we think to lock the door after Amy left? Such thoughts only increased his excitement. He felt the pressure in his loins begin to build up. 

But at the same time, she had made reference to the airport kiss, and that cooled his ardor down some. He tried to focus on that memory, painful though it was, to delay his orgasm. 

It worked. Even as she passionately stoked, he was able to say relatively calmly, "Mom, I know you're his wife and everything, but it hurt me so much to see you practically make out like that." 

"Please. Forget about it. He's gone. Believe me, it hurt me more than you, but it was just a distasteful thing I had to do. The only way I could get through it was to imagine I was kissing you instead. I love you, Tiger! He's gone and I've got my hands sliding up and down your wonderful dick, so everything's okay again. Please forgive me!" 

"Okay, Mom. But you won't do it again?" 

"Not if I can help it. Mommy's lips belong to her fierce little Tiger. So do her fingers and tits. Next time Ron will just have to understand that her son comes first!" 

"What about the rest of you?" 

"All of me. Mommy only loves her cute little Tiger!" 

Alan was so excited by this that it started his climax. However, he had nowhere safe to shoot his load. 

Susan hadn't thought of that problem either - she was busy regretting that she hadn't been sitting in a position where she could suck him off. 

So he simply began shoot his semen up into the air. It flew up high, and then came splatting down onto the carpet several feet away from them.

Both of them seemed transfixed watching the ropes of cum shoot from his penis. 

But then Susan suddenly remembered what Suzanne had taught her about the sinfulness of spilling one's seed onto the ground. Reminded by the sight of Alan shooting into Katherine's face, she shouted, "The face! The face! Facial! Pearl! Uh, pearl necklace!"

Alan was otherwise engaged mentally and had trouble understanding what she meant. 

Susan too happened to be experiencing a small orgasm of her own - just the sight of Alan shooting off was enough to get her off too. So she wasn't too coherent. What she meant was that he should aim for her face, and cover it in his seed just as he'd done to his sister. 

But he was too dazed to move her face into position, and his spasming was over before either of them knew it.

When it was all done, Susan shook his penis back and forth, as if he'd just finishing peeing, and wiped the last dribbles of cum off his penis with her hand. She looked shell shocked, torn between pleasure and restraint.

"You're the best, Mom!" Alan enthused, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry. I'll give you a nice facial next time." He pulled back and looked at her. 

She appeared dazed, and conflicted. She was having post-coital guilt again.

Since she appeared to be blushing and feeling awkward over her call to take it in the face, he changed the subject. "Um, yeah. We should probably get this mess cleaned up."

That seemed to shake her out of her dumbfounded stupor. "I'll... get some towels, and some, uh, ... the vacuum cleaner. You get dressed if you still want dessert. The cookies are getting cold." 

She got up and switched her mind into cleaning mode. When Alan turned away, she wiped a gob of cum that had found its way to the back of her hand into her mouth. She thought again about the cum smell permeating his room. "Oh, and uh, please open up the windows. It's very important you do that."

CHAPTER 3

Later, Katherine and Alan came downstairs for the homemade cookies Susan had baked. 

As the three of them ate cookies, Susan laid down the ground rules for how Alan and Katherine could behave with each other. She said that Katherine could help Alan "do his thing," but only with her hands for the time being, and only if she asked permission from Susan first. 

Katherine admitted that this was not the first time she had provided help, which wasn't a surprise to Susan since Alan had mentioned it a short time before. But she and Alan still kept secret the fact that they had been actually fucking each other too.

Suzanne came over not long after that; even though it was a Friday night her social life lately focused almost entirely on the Plummer family. 

Susan was still dressed in her nightie, hoping that Alan might be inspired to need more help later. But when Suzanne arrived, Susan felt self conscious and changed back into regular clothes. 

The whole group ended up watching a movie. It seemed as if it was just another night in suburbia. 

It was hardly the penis suck-athon Susan had half-expected now that her husband Ron was gone. Being able to give Alan a handjob before dinner had satisfied her somewhat, but she was incredulous that she hadn't sucked him off even once all day, now that her husband had gone. 

The truth was, Alan was also expecting more to happen, but his energy was flagging.

Deep down, Susan was frustrated Alan wasn't more aggressive with her. Most of the time, he honestly was trying hard to obey her boundaries and what she actually said, as opposed to what she secretly thought and really wanted him to do. She found it too difficult to be more honest with her words, and in fact she often couldn't even consciously admit to herself what her real wants were. But on some deeper level she decided she could take no more and would take the initiative with her body. 

She waited until Suzanne had left again. Since it was already late at night by then, she figured that was a good excuse for her to come to his room wearing her nightie once again. She was ready to make her goodnight kiss become something more, even though he was busy reading.

Alan's door was partially open, so she came in after a perfunctory knock. "Hi Tiger, am I disturbing you?" Again the smell of her son's cum hit her nose and nearly overwhelmed her. It immediately kicked her lusty desires into a higher gear. 

"Not really, Mom. I'm always happy to see you." He turned from his work and devoted all of his attention to her. He undressed her with his eyes, no longer showing any shame in openly ogling her incredible body.

She didn't know how to "force" him to get her to suck his penis, and she was too proud and in self-denial to just come out and ask for what she wanted. She tried to make small talk. "Kind of a relief now that Ron's on another continent, huh?"

"Yep. Sure is. Something on your mind?"

"Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?"

"Actually, it's still early for bedtime on a Friday night, don't you think? I'm going to be reading for a while."

"Oh. Well I could give you one now, and one later."

Alan smiled. "Sounds good. Anything else on your mind?"

"Well, I said before that we could reassess things once he's gone. So I've been thinking. I'm ready now to more actively help you out with your stimulation problem."

Alan thought, As if that wasn't clear from earlier today! But he kept the sarcasm to himself and merely asked, "What do you mean exactly, Mom?"

She blushed. "If you, for instance, if you're having a really tough time getting aroused, and you absolutely positively need some help, I could help out. With my hands or even my mouth, if you really need that kind of help. You know, sometimes, mind you, if the alternative is bleak..."

"Thanks, Mom. You're the greatest. I'm so relieved! I kind of had a feeling you'd say something like that, 'cos I know you're just such a great mom." He stood up and gave her a friendly peck on the cheek.

She was disappointed. He seemed ready to go back to his book. "Um, you know, uh, how are you doing right now? Do you have any kind of urgent need that you want me to take care of?" With her son's room smelling like a whorehouse, tempting her and reminding her how his penis tasted, she was desperate to get his meaty slab back into her mouth. 

"Thanks, but actually I'm doing okay. Even though I'm one short of six today, I'm afraid of pushing my luck. You know the help Katherine and you gave me earlier? That wasn't too long ago, and I'm still recovering from that. But if something changes I'll let you know." 

In actual fact, that wasn't entirely true. Even though his energy was flagging, he wasn't about to turn down the chance for his mother to suck his penis. But he wanted to see how much she'd volunteer before he had to ask. 

"Oh," was all Susan said. She hung her head dejectedly; her disappointment was obvious. 

That secretly amused and pleased Alan. "On the other hand," he suddenly piped up, "if you dress really sexily, then I can't control my urges and I'd just have to have you help me out."

"You mean this isn't sexy?" Susan ran her hands provocatively over her nightie, frustrated. It was the same one she'd been wearing before Suzanne came over. "I thought you like this kind of thing."

"I do. I love it. But my penis is so overworked tonight that it would take something really extraordinary to get it going again. For instance, I was thinking, one thing that would be really sexy is if a woman wore an ordinary T-shirt, but cut out a big hole right in the middle for the boobs to stick out of. I think that would be reaaaaally sexy. Especially if that woman had really huge boobs."

Susan smiled. "Do you? It just so happens I might know a woman with just such a shirt, though I don't know if she's as big in the chest department as you'd like." 

"Oh Mom, I KNOW she's definitely big enough, and super sexy." 

She smiled like she'd just won the lottery. "You flatterer! I'll be back in a minute. We can't have you not reach your sixth time today." She winked and went to her room.

A pair a scissors and a few minutes later, she was back. But her mood had changed - the shirt made her feel silly and ashamed, as if she was nothing more than a pair of tits. She nervously asked, "How's this, Tiger?" It looked like her tits were so big that they simply exploded their way through a white T-shirt.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Alan said with excitement. "Pardon the cursing, but damn, that looks sexy!" He looked her up and down, checking out her short sports shorts and seemingly incongruous black high heels. But he loved the overall effect. 

He commanded, "Put your hands behind your back like you've been tied up." 

Susan did so, even though that only amplified her apprehensive feelings. However, it also turned her on powerfully. Being ordered to do it got her creaming even more. 

Alan whistled in appreciation. "Wow, man. I'm certainly getting a hard-on that needs serious assistance. I hate to say this, but the shirt makes you look totally slutty. Hey Katherine, come here!" he shouted.

Since Katherine's room was only ten feet away, she was in Alan's room in seconds flat. As she came in, she heard Susan pleading, "No, don't bring my innocent Angel in here! This is so embarrassing and demeaning!" 

A part of Susan wanted to flee the room, but the mouth watering prospect of sucking cock forced her to stay. Also, she didn't understand her submissive nature and failed to realize that being seen like this by her daughter too would only arouse her still further.

Alan spoke to Katherine. "What do you think - does the T-shirt make Mom look embarrassing?"

Katherine shook her head emphatically no. "No way. I think it makes her look totally sexy."

Alan answered, "I completely agree. Look how it raises the boobs and makes them stick practically straight out. Way cool."

Katherine was in complete agreement. "Yeah. Wow, Mom, you're so hot. So sexy! God, such tits. Good thing Sir Isaac Newton isn't here 'cos you're violating his laws of gravity."

Susan's shame was greatly reduced by all the compliments and she bowed her head slightly in modest glee. "You're just saying that," she blushed. 

Alan said to his sister, "Thanks for the input. You should go now, 'cos Mom is gonna suck me off."

"Oh, lucky you. And lucky her! Have fun." Katherine went back to her room. She left the doors open to her brother's room and her room as she went so she could hear anything loud that might be happening.

Susan complained, "Tiger, did you really have to do that? First your bring Angel in here to see me like this, then you tell her I'm going to suck you off. I feel so terribly naughty!" She looked down at herself and regretted her choice of short shorts because she could easily see rivulets of pussy juice dripping down her inner thighs. She hoped her daughter hadn't seen them. 

"Sorry, Mom. I didn't realize. Definitely keep the shirt, though. But now I could really, really use a good blowjob."

Susan unzipped his shorts and grasped his hardness. All her worries and embarrassments melted away and she was in heaven on Earth again. Her fingers played at it like she was playing a piano. It almost felt like tickling to have all her fingers appearing and disappearing all over his penis at once. 

But then she grew aware of the open door and mumbled, "That Katherine. Was she born in a barn?" 

She was torn between getting up to close the door and staying. In the end she couldn't tear herself away from Alan's privates, not even for a few seconds. 

Susan sucked and licked his fuck rod for many long minutes. She kept the shirt on since Alan liked it so much. Plus, though she didn't consciously realize it, the sense of shame in wearing it only heightened her erotic mood. She wanted to say really sexy things to him, but her mouth was too busy sucking, so instead she let her thoughts run free, saying more to herself than she would be willing to say out loud.

Look at your mommy, Son! She's such a slut! She just loves to suck your cock! God, I don't know what it is, but I just love this shirt, too! And when you told me to put my hands behind my back to make it look like I'd been tied up - that makes me so hot! Somehow, the combination makes me feel like some kind of tit slave. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I adore the idea of being your slave! Tiger! 

Normally, Susan kept her eyes down while cocksucking, mostly out of a continued sense of embarrassment. But now she looked briefly up towards Alan's face. Look at your mommy suck your prick! She's your cock slave! She's your cum slut! Her body is for your hands only, my darling boy! Ron, that cheating bastard, will never get so much as a kiss on the cheek from me again, not if I can help it! Tiger, you might as well be my husband because you're the only man who'll ever get my love now. 

Oh God. Alan my husband! That makes me so HOT! But it's so WRONG, a mother thinking about marrying her own son. I can't go there. I have to just focus on the cock instead, the glorious cock. Mmmm! If I can't be your wife, I'll be your nympho cocksucker! Just licking it, it's better than sex!

Her thoughts returned to the open door. Why did Katherine leave the damn door open? She knew what I was going to do in here. Anyone could walk by and see me here with my lips sliding up and down my son's big tool. It's so humiliating to be on public display! Does she want to watch? Is she going to walk by and watch? Oh God! What if I have to give Alan blowjobs in front of her? And everybody else? 




Six Times a Day Pt. 14



That idea sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Am I that depraved? That desperate for cock? Am I just a hopeless, exhibitionist, cocksucking whore? Yes! Yes I am! Do I even want her to watch? I do! Come look, Angel! I'll show you how it's done by an expert! Your mommy is a cock slave cum slut for your brother's fuck stick!

These ideas excited Susan so much that she started orgasming long before he did. And she didn't have just any climax - her whole body trembled so violently that she had to take her mouth off his penis briefly until she could calm down some. But then she renewed her attack on it with even more vigor. 

Alan used his ever-increasing control over his PC muscle to hold out what seemed to be an incredibly long time, because the feelings were so intense and good, but in fact was only a few minutes more. 

When he finally came, Susan had yet another awe-inspiring climax of her own too. Inspired by what she'd seen earlier with Katherine earlier, she'd been planning to let him do it all over her face. She wanted Alan to spray his sister and mother's face with cum in the same evening. But with his pulsing erection in her mouth, she found she just couldn't take it out. She ended up swallowing nearly everything and finished with a surprisingly clean face.

When they were done, she was hit with a strong post-coital guilt. She had truly let her mind run free completely unedited because she was so far gone into pleasure, but now she recalled some of her thoughts and felt lower than dirt. My lack of willpower is bad enough, but I actually had the gall to imagine Alan as my husband?! I must be mad! And did I say "cock slave"? I think I did. "Tit slave," too. Here I am, a modern, liberated woman; why do I get excited thinking such horrible things?! 

She looked at the open door and felt bad about that, too. Yet at the same time she was disappointed that Katherine didn't take advantage of the open door to watch.

She said glumly, "Tiger, you said 'I hate to say this, but it makes you look totally slutty.' Why do you hate to say it? Maybe we should just face facts and recognize that your mother is a slut. A sinful, despicable, low life slut. Look how I'm dressed. Look what I'm doing to you, my own son. I feel so ashamed, even though I can't stop."

Alan took great offense at that. "No, Mom, you're not a slut. Don't EVER say that. A slut is a woman who sleeps around with just about any guy. Does that describe you at all? No way. In fact, you're not even sleeping with anybody right now. You may feel slutty, but that's just 'cos you're helping me out in lots of ways and being such a great, caring mom. I want you to take back all those things you just said! I'm proud of you and so honored that you help me like you do." 

She just frowned, unconvinced that she wasn't somehow evil for enjoying what she was doing. 

He continued, "It's okay if you enjoy it. It makes me really happy that you do. So no more talk of the word 'slut.' Keep your dignity. You're smart, you're beautiful, kind, good, caring, and all kinds of other great stuff. I love you and don't want you to feel bad about yourself. And remember what we were saying last night about physical interaction just being another expression of love? There's nothing to be ashamed about at all."

All the compliments finally got to her and lifted her spirits. "Oh, Tiger, you're such a wonderful son! You're too good for me!" She gave him a big hug. Still wearing the open T-shirt, her tits pressed up against him so firmly that he couldn't help but reach around and cup them in his hands.

He apologized, "Sorry, Mom, can't help myself." His hands pinched and pulled at her nipples. 

It broke her rules, but she let it slide. Her nipples were terribly sensitive, and her whole body shivered and trembled in delight. She was happy to bury her worries deep away and just live in the happy moment of feeling her son fondle her. She knew in the back of her mind that she'd feel ever worse later, but at this point she didn't care. 

He told her as he groped, "Now that Ron is gone, we're going to have fun. A lot of fun. So thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about. You're just doing what the doctor wants, so don't get down on yourself. You're sexy and loving and caring, not slutty. Okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry." She smiled at him gratefully, even though she still felt somewhat ashamed and slutty. If only he knew my thoughts, he'd think twice about not calling me a slut. What about the ache deep in my loins demanding that I get fucked? What about that? It's driving me fucking crazy. What am I going to do about that? I don't even allow myself to think about those feelings most of the time, but they're there. There's no way to avoid the fact that intercourse with my own son would be a sin.

"I love you, Mom," he said as he kissed her on the nose and gave her nipples a final tweak. "See you tomorrow."

"I love you too, Son," she said, nearly tearful with both happiness and sadness. "But what's this 'see you tomorrow' stuff? Don't you want your goodnight kiss and tuck in?"

"Of course! I thought this was kind of it, because it's already so late."

"Well, it almost is. Here's the actual kiss." She leaned forward and gave him a very chaste kiss on the cheek. Then she straightened his sheets out and pulled away.

"That's it?" he asked incredulously.

Her tone was pouty and a bit playful. "That's all you get. Your punishment for treating me so mean today. I thought you would be more excited to be with me now that Ron left, but noooOOOoooo. You go running to Amy and Katherine."

Alan laughed. "Fair enough. I was kind of playing around, asking you to wear the T-shirt and everything. But it was so much fun to confound your expectations. I promise not to do it again. And I didn't go running to them. They just kind of grabbed my attention and pulled me away before I could do anything. Really, I was longing to be with you." 

She kissed him again, this time a dry kiss on the lips. "That's all right. You can do it again, but just remember that I'm going to tease you too. And the shirt is fun. But you can be so frustrating!" 

She got a little bit of playful revenge by leaving him without any more kissing. As she walked out into the hallway, still wearing the hole shirt, she left the overwhelming smell of cum that filled his room. It was as if her head cleared instantly, but at the same time she was filled with the desire to hurry back into his room just so she could inhale the odor some more.

Later, as she lay in the darkness in her bed, a new wave of guilt washed over her. Now that her desire for another cocksucking had been satisfied, she worried about how much she'd enjoyed it. She didn't want to wind up in the embarrassing position where she was begging Alan every day to suck his penis. 

Worse, she had a growing desire to fuck. She was worried that once she got started helping him to reach his target on a daily basis, she'd break down altogether before long and even beg him to fuck her. One reason why she didn't give him a deep kiss was because she was worried that the next thing she knew she'd be pulling herself down to the bed and before long they'd be rutting like wild animals. But not only was she morally repulsed at the incest idea, she also feared that if that happened Alan would lose all respect for her, and that she'd lose all respect for herself.

She thought, He's such a great son. I have to do better by him. I have to have more self-control so I can please him and at the same time not give in to my desires, not break the rules. Help him out, but no incest. That's the most important rule. What he did today wasn't incest - it was just a harmless little blowjob and handjob. He needs to get rid of all that sperm! There's no harm in that. 

I don't know if I can handle not going further, though. I don't seem to be strong enough and have the willpower to say no. I'll just have to take it day by day. In the meantime, at least I can dream and masturbate about what would happen if I said yes. If I let him go all the way! If I let him fuck my pussy! Yes! 

She proceeded to do exactly that. She was too shy to buy a dildo at a store, but her fingers did the job very well. 

CHAPTER 4 (Saturday, Nov. 2)

There was a big party planned for Saturday night, so Alan figured Saturday day would be relatively quiet as people saved their energies and prepared for the party. However, everyone was keen to test the waters on how things would be now that Ron was gone.

Katherine woke up fairly early and went jogging. She exercised regularly to keep in shape. The first thing she noticed as she walked in the door from her jog was that the underwear cabinet was back again, once again placed near the front door.

She ran inside to the kitchen, said "Hi, Mom," and gave Susan a kiss on the cheek. They chatted for a few minutes.

Katherine could see that Susan was wearing a sexy blouse and short shorts. It wasn't completely outrageous, but it was the most risqué thing she'd worn as normal clothing in two weeks. It was clear she wasn't wearing any underwear either, but she'd never really stopped doing that once she'd started, except for a few days. "Mom, you're such a great mom. I can see you're helping Alan again."

Susan coyly smiled. "I'm trying," she said bashfully.

"Great! So do you mind if I help Alan 'do his thing' too? He must be up by now."

Susan was taken aback. Just the night before, after catching Katherine sucking off Alan, she'd had a talk with her daughter and agreed, in theory, that her daughter could help Alan with his erections. But she didn't expect theory to turn to reality so fast, especially with Katherine getting grounded.

Susan thought, Boy, she's really cheeky to ask, isn't she? But what can I do? They've already done it, and I'm doing it. They're going to keep doing it whether I want it or not, so I might as well keep it out in the open and have some control over it. She finally just nodded.

"Cool!" Katherine kissed her again and bounded out of the kitchen. 

Alan had just awakened and was lying in his bed, naked, when Katherine came in. He didn't used to sleep naked. More and more, Alan was finding himself nude or at least without underwear, and was growing to like it. 

She came in all excited and bouncy, dressed in a negligee (she'd purposely changed from her jogging outfit into something sexier). "Good morning, sleepyhead. I have great news. Guess what? I'm expecting!" 

That woke Alan all the way up in a hurry. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Expecting? Oh, fuck! I've made my sister pregnant? Fuck! Yesterday? Was it from yesterday? Could she know that fast? Didn't we use protection? Finally, all he could mutter was, "Expecting?!" 

"Yes. I'm expecting to suck you off. Mom just said it's okay. So pull down your sheets." She carefully shook her shoulder just enough to let a strap of her negligee slide down. 

Alan felt his brain whipsaw. He had a stupid expression on his face for a few seconds as everything sunk in. Then he got mad. "Sister! What the fuck? You nearly scared me half to death!"

She laughed. "I'll note it did wake you up. Let me make it up to you with a friendly good morning blowjob." She leaned forward, pressing her arms to make her tits push forward and look bigger than they already were. She knew Alan always loved that. 

Alan pulled down his sheets, chagrined, but too aroused to complain much. "Promise me you won't joke about that again. I'm totally freaked and my heart is pounding like crazy. Seriously. I've been completely disassociating what we're doing with the possibility of having children, despite all your frequent 'baby juice' comments. Please don't pull that kind of thing. Period." 

"Okay. Sorry. You gotta admit it was pretty funny though. Would you prefer if I pull on this kind of thing?" She tugged at his penis, and continued to giggle. 

Katherine soothed his jangled nerves with a loving blowjob. As she often did, she wanted to take things too far, and did everything she could to tempt him to fuck her despite her agreement not to ever do that at home. 

She was big on "accidents." She stopped the blowjob and sat up on Alan's chest. "Oh no. What if your penis accidentally slipped between my tits? Then you just might be titfucking me." She folded her tits around his slippery shaft and stroked it in her cleavage briefly. 

But that wasn't enough. In an even more theatrical voice, she said, "Oh no! What if I slip up big time on your sticky fuck-monster, and it slips on down my tummy..." 

She scooted back and dragged the penis over her belly button and on down. "What if it just keeps on sliding down and down, and we're both helpless to stop it. Gravity... Can't be helped..." She brought it down over her shaved pussy, right to the top of her clit. She giggled, "Then we'd really be screwed. Or at least I would!" 

But Alan was especially strident to stay firmly within Susan's boundaries, because he was feeling guilty for violating them with Suzanne not long ago when Susan discovered them in Suzanne's back yard. 

He grabbed her hand and stopped her. "Okay, that's enough. No more accidents. Remember Mom. Remember the slippery slope. We shouldn't even be talking like this." 

"Big Minaret Brother, you just skied down the slippery slope, oozing pre-cum all over me. After all that tough skiing, don't you want to rest for a bit inside my cozy ski chalet?" She pulled at his penis to enter her pussy lips, but his hand still held onto hers and kept it back. 

He chuckled. "So it's a ski chalet now, huh? No. I'd rather ski inside your mouth for a while. I liked skiing in the twin peaks region, I'll admit. That was too brief. But blowjob only, please. That's all Mom allows you, right?" 

Katherine didn't press too hard to do more, once he'd clearly put his foot down. She knew she'd get her chances with him at Kim's house at the very least.

Alan could see a happy pattern forming here, even though both Suzanne and Katherine had to ask Susan for permission now each time before helping him. It didn't seem to be as big of a barrier as he feared. Mom, Sis, and Suzanne at home, maybe Amy too. Then there's Glory at school and Heather and Kim to have fun with elsewhere. Seven total babes! Wow. It couldn't possible get any better than that. Well, I suppose it would be even greater if Christine could help me too, and that Brenda woman is pretty stunning, but come on! Get real. Even my luck has a limit. 

After getting a nice warm load in her mouth, Katherine liked to keep some under her tongue so she could savor it for some time afterwards. 

Feeling devilish, when she went downstairs a short time later for a late morning brunch, she gave Susan another kiss. Her mouth tasted and smelled like her brother's cum, and she breathed onto Susan's cheek as the kiss ended just to make sure Susan didn't miss that fact. 

Susan's eyes went wide and she clutched her hands to her chest. She wanted to chastise Katherine for what she just did, but was too embarrassed to acknowledge what happened. 

Katherine watched Susan's nipples grow erect in a matter of seconds, and the pace of Susan's breathing increased too. Inwardly Katherine chuckled. My mother is sooo predictable. 

CHAPTER 5

Alan followed his sister's blowjob with a long shower and then went downstairs for brunch. Katherine was already gone, but Suzanne was together with Susan in the kitchen. Both of them looked at him expectantly. 

Alan thought to himself, I wonder what they're thinking. I bet they're thinking of helping me out. After all, that's about all that goes on in this house any more, heh-heh-heh! But what'll I do now that it's not just Suzanne helping me? I'm getting hard, not surprisingly, just looking at these two incredible six foot tall wonders. If I ask Suzanne for help, then Susan's going to be offended. If I ask Susan for help, then Suzanne's going to be offended. And if Katherine were here too, it would be that much worse! How can I divide my-

Alan's thinking was interrupted by Suzanne, who leaned over the table he was sitting at and asked, "Would you like some more tea to go with your biscuits?" 

Alan nodded, and she leaned further forward across the table with a teapot, sending her boobs soaring downwards towards him as they barely remained hanging in her skimpy top. She kept her head down and her eyes closed so Alan wouldn't feel shy scoping her out.

Susan though saw what her buxom friend was doing and said, "Thanks a lot, Suzanne, but I can handle it. A guest like you shouldn't have to-"

Suzanne cut in. "Nonsense! Technically speaking, this isn't my home, but I'm happy to help out. I'm especially happy to help Alan. I like to take my share of the load. Alan, Sweetie, would you like some more tea?" She leaned forward again, jiggling her boobs, knowing full well that Alan's teacup was already filled to the brim.

Susan crossed her arms and frowned. "Suzanne, thanks, but really, when it comes to serving Alan, I think I've got it covered." Susan glared at her. 

Suzanne finally stood back up, acting like nothing was wrong. "Okay, sure."

Alan thought, These two are getting competitive all of a sudden. I don't want that. I think there's an undercurrent in what they're saying, like Suzanne saying she wants my "load" and Susan talking about "serving" me. I have to diffuse this situation quickly, but I also have to be subtle, polite, and not act like some macho jerk. One reason they like me so much is because I don't say things like, "Hey baby, you'll get your turn."

He said to both of them, "Speaking of helping out, that reminds me. I could use some help with my medical treatment today, and it would be great if you two could help me. I'd really appreciate it."

"Certainly," Susan and Suzanne said at the same time.

"I'm going to need help more than once. Probably once now when I've finished eating, since you two have given me such outstanding visual stimulation, and once again in the afternoon. So maybe one of you could help now and one later?" 

They both nodded enthusiastically. 

Alan said, "Great! Then could the two of you decide who goes when?"

Susan and Suzanne looked at each other. 

For a moment Alan thought his solution of letting them decide would only make matters worse as they fought over who went when. 

But then Susan gathered all her willpower together and said, "Suzanne, why don't you go ahead? It's probably better for me, anyway? In fact, why don't you take all of my responsibilities for the next couple days? I need to keep to my vow and clear my head." 

She thought that would hit like a bombshell. 

But Suzanne brushed it off, literally, as she breezily waved her hand in the air. "Nonsense. I need you. There's just too much hard cock here needing to be stroked and sucked for me to take care of all by myself. Besides, I'll be particularly busy the next couple of days so this is a really bad time. I've got an idea. Why don't we flip for it?" 

Susan considered putting up more of a fight. She could have suggested that Katherine take over her "duties." But she looked over at her son and thought about all the tasty loads she wouldn't be able to swallow, all the happy hours of holding and licking her son's erection she would otherwise miss. Finally, she just nodded.

Suzanne flipped a coin and she won. 

Alan was a bit disappointed, because he knew his mother had been frustrated lately, and in particular, the fact that he was caught with Katherine the night before no doubt especially rankled her. But he had to obey the results. 

He finished his food and then wordlessly took Suzanne in hand and began to head towards the stairs leading to his room. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 14



But suddenly Susan said, "Wait! You two, stay here. Don't do it upstairs, 'cos I want to go there right now."

"Uh, okay," Alan replied. He realized that Katherine or Amy could walk into the house at any moment so the living room wasn't good. "We'll go to the basement. How does that sound, Suzanne?"

"Fine." She pulled him out of the room, and they walked arm in arm like teenagers on their first date.

Susan hurried upstairs. 

The other two went downstairs to the basement filled with Suzanne and Susan's exercise equipment. They assumed Susan wanted to do something in her room or bathroom without being reminded that Alan was having his penis sucked only a short distance away.

They didn't realize that in fact Susan hurried straight into Alan's room instead. She had originally planned to return to her room so she could masturbate some more (she'd already had a wonderful orgasm just after waking - now that Ron was gone, there was nothing stopping her from jilling herself more often). But she decided to stop by Alan's room to check the chart on the inside of his door and see how many times he'd cum the day before. Checking his chart was still a daily habit for her.

As she entered the room, her nostrils were overcome with the smell of Alan's cum. Her son still hadn't opened his window in days. The room smelled stuffy and stale, but mostly there was the odor of sex. It was a powerful reminder of how Alan's penis tasted. If Susan couldn't have it in her mouth right now, being in this room was the next best thing. 

She looked at the chart. Oooh! Seven times yesterday. Alan is getting to be such a sexual stud. What a man! Such a big, cum-filled young man! His needs. He just has such great big needs! Sticky, gooey... So stiff and strong! ... Oh no. My head - it's like I'm getting dizzy just standing here. I don't know if I can control myself... 

She closed Alan's door, and rushed to his bed. Then she laid on top of the covers and frigged herself. She imagined that Alan was in the room, standing on the other side, watching her. 

She knew that he kept some towels next to his bed that he liked to cum into; soft, silky towels. As she worked herself towards climax, she picked up one of the towels and sniffed it. It was still fairly wet with his cum - she figured the cum was some hours old and from some point in the middle of the night. She didn't care. She rubbed it over her face and then licked the cum into her mouth. The cum wasn't fresh, but at least it wasn't crusty and hard. She eagerly lapped it up as her pussy exploded in orgasm.

Meanwhile, down in the basement Suzanne was giving Alan a titfuck. It was only as a prelude to a blowjob, because she wanted to talk first. 

She said, "Sweetie, I know what you were thinking. You're worried about a rivalry between mothers. But don't worry. We're best of friends and it takes a lot to split us apart. As long as there is plenty of cock for both of us, everything will be fine."

Alan was just discovering titfucks and loved them so much that it was hard for him to think. So he was very slow in saying, "I'm trying, Aunt Suzy, I'm trying. ... Just the other day... I had to do all six times myself."

Suzanne laughed. "Now that your father is gone, I don't think you'll ever have to do that again. We're going to make you feel so good, you won't know if you're coming or going." She giggled. "I take that back. You're going to know very well that you're cumming." 

They both chuckled at that. 

Alan looked down and saw his rod sliding back and forth between Suzanne's ivory orbs. They didn't have any special lubrication this time, but he was already spilling out so much pre-cum that it didn't matter. Dang! Titfucks are great! They're just as good as blowjobs even, in their own way! At least with tits like these. I feel like I'm really fucking her, and her tunnel is so tight yet soft!

Suzanne kept talking in her normal scratchy yet sultry voice. "Speaking of which, it's almost time for my lunch. I think I'm going to eat some Alan sausage, with a side order of balls, and then a cup of piping hot crème de cum soup. But I must admit I do feel a little bit of rivalry with Susan. Now that she's becoming a committed and talented cocksucker, I have to stay one step ahead. That's why I've been learning how to deep throat. I've been with a lot of guys, but I've never deep throated anyone before. But I want to do it for you, Sweetie. I wanna be your favorite cocksucker and stay that way."

"Well, I warn you, deep throating is pretty hard to do." He thought of what Glory had done to him, and was honestly amazed at her skills.

"Oh no! Somebody beat me to it? Who?"

Alan blushed. "I can't say."

"Oh, come on. You can tell me, your Aunt Suzy." She squeezed his erection with her breasts more insistently. Then dropping one hand from where she'd been pressing her tits together, she momentarily halted their titfucking rhythm and squeezed his balls in a pleasurable way to help squeeze the secret out of him.

Alan groaned with pleasure, but he was still levelheaded enough to say, "Nope. Can't kiss and tell. But it was someone from school." He figured Glory would really not want him to tell anyone what they were doing.

She resumed the titfuck. "Oh. That's not so bad. I was afraid there for a moment that your mom had beat me to it. I can't imagine her knowing how to do that without my help, but she is full of surprises lately. Or your sister. I gotta admit I feel some competition there. Just what have you two done together?" 

Alan remained mum. Then he broke down enough to say again, "I can't kiss and tell." 

"Okay, enough talking anyway. I've been practicing with a dildo and reading up on this, so I'm ready. Let's give it a try."

Suzanne knelt down further and put her mouth over Alan's penis. Just as Glory did, Suzanne took the penis in deeper and deeper each time her head bobbed on it. 

But unlike Glory, Suzanne was clearly having trouble. She repeatedly gagged as his penis reached her gag reflex. She sputtered and choked. 

Alan had to take his penis all the way out again and again, giving her a chance to recover. 

She kept repeating, "Sorry." But she would not give up.

After some time she was able to get past the gagging and truly deep throat his penis. Nevertheless, the experience was nowhere as good as it was with Glory. 

Suzanne was barely hanging on, and couldn't do all the extra things Glory could simultaneously do that really drove Alan crazy with pleasure. It actually was more of an ordeal than something delightful, but Alan recognized it was a necessary ordeal, like falling a few times while learning to ride a bicycle.

Suzanne eventually gave up and finished Alan off with a traditional blowjob. When she sensed he was close, she mumbled, "Face, tits, or tummy?" 

"Oh man! What great options! Let's go with tummy, with just a little on the face." 

So she squeezed and stroked and sucked while he shot his load down her throat, straight into her stomach. 

But true to his request, she eased up with the last couple of ropes, letting them hit her on the nose and chin. 

Although the deep throating was a bit of a disappointment, Alan didn't mind because he knew Suzanne was a fast learner and generally excelled in everything she did. He could sense that with maybe only one or two more tries, she'd start to master it. That made him excited to merely think about the possibilities. He was also pleased and touched that she would try such a thing just to make him happy. It didn't skip his notice that he was her first lover she'd ever bothered to learn that for. Apparently she didn't even do it for Eric when they were newly married and still in love.

After that effort, both of them were tired and sweaty. Alan in any case was looking forward to a restful day after doing little more than getting sucked off by Katherine and Suzanne on either side of a brunch. 

The two of them rested in each other's arms for a while. 

Suzanne asked him all kinds of questions about his recent "help" from Susan and Katherine. 

Alan ended up giving quite a long explanation about how he and his sister had gotten caught, about the new "goodnight kiss and tuck in" tradition, and much more. Later Suzanne would ask Susan about these things as well to feel out her opinions, but by asking Alan she got slightly different and sometimes more honest answers without all the gnashing of teeth.

Suzanne went back home, content to have a big load of cum in her belly. 

As she walked the short distance back to her house, she thought, Excellent. One step backwards, and two steps forwards. Alan and Katherine getting caught is actually a really good thing. Susan now becomes that much more accepting and another piece leading to my overall scheme falls into place. I feel just like Mr. Burns on the Simpsons. "Eeeexcellent!" I wish I could do a convincing "Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" laugh. I don't even really need to actively scheme that much any more - everything is developing as it should, naturally. 

But there's still a long ways to go, though. Getting Susan to actually fuck Alan is the hardest mental barrier to overcome, by far. Getting her to fuck me and Katherine will be easy in comparison. Oooh! Won't that be fun? Heh-heh-heh.

Alan climbed back up the stairs to his room to recuperate and do a little reading. But when he opened the door to his room, he was in for a big surprise. 

Susan still lay on his bed, wearing nothing but her birthday suit. Her fingers on one hand were deep in her pussy and her other hand mauled her own tits. She was headed for yet another orgasm - she'd lost count just how many she'd had while anticipating and fantasizing about her turn to suck Alan off later in the day. Her clothes lay scattered on the floor beside the bed.

Now that the object of her fantasy had appeared in the flesh, she didn't seem that affected by it. "Oh. Hi, Tiger," she said almost absent-mindedly. 

Alan mentally noted that things had reached a point where finding his mother naked and masturbating on his bed wasn't a particularly big deal. He liked that a lot. 

He walked over to her and stared open mouthed at her gaping wide open pussy. Her legs were bent up at the knees and they thrashed around in slow motion. One of her feet scraped along the wall the bed rested against, as if she was trying to see just how wide she could spread her legs and was finding a frustrating barrier in the wall.

"Tiger, so good to see you. Sorry for invading your privacy. I just popped my head in here to uh, check your schedule. Oh! It looks like you're cumming a lot lately. That's a good son. I'm so proud! But then, uh, then the smell... It got to me." 

She opened her legs even wider, like a professional gymnast. "I just started thinking about how you did it seven times yesterday and I got thinking about you plowing all those sexy, big-titted cheerleaders at school. When I think about you poking them good and hard, I can't help myself! Then, somehow, my clothes start coming off. It's impossible to resist you, even when you're not in the room, and that just makes me SO HOT!"

Susan was embarrassed enough to stop fingering herself after she saw her son come in the room, but she'd gotten so excited just talking out loud that she couldn't control her hands any more. 

She continued, "I love what you've done to your place. The smell! So good. So yummy. Oh! Oh dear! Your mommy is feeling very, very helpful. She's so very eager to help you with your treatment. Please. Yes! Pull down your shorts and give it to me, Tiger, give it to me! Please! Your mommy's so hot! She's burning up!" 

She sat up in bed and opened her mouth in delightful anticipation.

Alan just stood there at the door open mouthed, with his hand still on the doorknob. He looked just like she looked when she caught him with Katherine the day before. He was at a loss for words.

He thought, Oh shit. Just yesterday she was reluctantly conceding she would be willing to help me in this way. Now this! I'm still recovering from what Suzanne did minutes ago. Now I've got my mom on own my bed, naked, legs spread, and begging to suck my cock, and I can't even get it up? Oh my fucking God. What a day this is turning out to be. I thought we were all taking it easy for the big party tonight. And it's not even noon! 

CHAPTER 6

Alan continued to stare at his mother. 

Susan still sat up naked in his bed with her mouth open, waiting for his hard-on to fill it. 

"Mom, I can't tell you how much I hate to say this, but I just can't get it up. I mean, Suzanne just got me off ten minutes ago. I'm only human."

Susan's open mouth turned into a big "O" of disappointment. She muttered, "Oh, poo." She sat there sadly for a moment, not even fingering her pussy lips that much. Then she brightened. "I know! Come here and I'll get it nice and hard! I have some ideas!"

Alan shook his head. "Mom, we've got all day. Why don't you take a rest and so will I? Then we'll have more fun later. Just think how much MORE fun it'll be after we're both fully ready to go."

"Oh poo, and double stinky poo, too!" She was pouty like a spoiled child. But she finally said with resignation, "Okay. Sorry for being so pushy." She got off of the bed, picked up her clothes from the floor, and walked naked towards the door. 

On the way out she stopped next to Alan and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Son. And I love helping you out. Now that Ron is gone, I hope I can help a LOT." She giggled. Then she walked into the hallway.

As soon as she was gone, Alan thought, Shit. I cannot BELIEVE I turned that down. If my penis wasn't feeling dead to the world, who knows what I might've done. It looked like she was ready for anything! Does she want me to fuck her? It sure seems like it. At the very least, she wouldn't resist. 

He went to his bed and lay down. A part of him wanted to nap just so his mind could shut off for a while, but it was too early in the day for napping. Instead, he just sat in his bed with his mind nearly blank. He stared at the wall across the room with a look of dull incomprehension. He literally could not conceive just how beautiful and sexy his own mother was. Then he would think of Suzanne and similarly boggle. Then Katherine. Then Amy. 

He wasn't thinking about these things in a sexual manner, but in a "my life is a completely improbable Twilight Zone episode" manner. I've won the lottery. I've won some kind of cosmic, sexual lottery. It's really sinking in. I've been feeling like all this has been a dream, but it's been going on too long and every day is better than the next. This is really, really real. My mom was actually writhing naked on my bed, fingering herself. Fucking unreal! Unreal! 

He stared slack-jawed some more.

Susan meanwhile headed to her room. As she walked into it, she could feel her head beginning to clear. She was torn between masturbating again or putting her clothes back on, but with every second that passed her mind cleared some more, and she finally dressed. 

She sat down on her bed and tried to make sense of what happened. What happened to me? I was like an uncontrollable bimbo slut! I was begging him to fuck me, with the look in my eyes! ... Calm down. Don't try to think about that. Think about the why. Why? ... It has to have been that smell. His room! I go insane with the smell of his cum! That must be it. 

This has to stop. What happened to my vow to take things easy for a couple of days until I sorted things out and grounded myself? I completely forgot about that. I have to keep a grip. First, I'm going to take a cold shower to fully clear my head. Then I'm going to talk to him - outside of his room - and get him to clear the air in there.

She did have that talk with Alan later and he did open his windows and clear out the smell in his room. When all was said and done, he was always very doting on his mother, and obedient to her wishes. Susan felt a lot better after that. But she still desired the blowjob he'd promised her and she dropped several hints about just how ready she was to help. 

Later in the afternoon, after he finished his nap, he called her into his room. "Hey Mom! Can you come here a sec?" 

She'd been waiting for his call and hurried on over. She looked typically stunning. 

He couldn't help saying, "Mom, you look so hot that they need to put you in some kind of asbestos decontamination chamber." 

She laughed, and her enthusiasm to suck him off doubled. 

But then he half-kidded, half-chided, "But what did I tell you about wearing underwear?"

"You told me I should never wear it except outside the house. And Mommy obeys her handsome, well-hung son. She must obey, especially when it comes to servicing and draining his big dick. But I thought it would be okay if that was all I was wearing."

Alan pretended to disapprove. "I don't know. Hmmm.... Maybe I'll forgive you just this once, if you take it all off immediately."

"Okay!" she answered excitedly. Then she realized it wasn't seemly to be so enthused, so she calmed the tone of her voice and added, "After all, the doctor said I have to be some kind of..." - she searched for the right word - "sex object for you." She slowly and tantalizingly unhooked her bra then let her boobs jiggle as she shook the bra off.

Spreading her legs a bit, she grasped at her panties and slowly inched them down her legs. "Looks like I have to do what I'm told. Mommy wears exactly what her son tells her to wear. It's the house rule and mommy would get a big fat spanking if she's naughty and tries to cover up..." 

That "rule" had fallen by the wayside during Ron's last few days at home, but Alan was very glad to find out it was still in effect. 

"Do you like?" she asked, fishing for more compliments as the panties worked their way ever so slowly down past her knees. Since she was bending forward, she took the opportunity to shake her rack with every movement. Her nipples hardened and stuck out, as if they were waiting to be sucked.

Alan's blood pressure rose just looking at the sight. "Mom, can I ask you a favor? Could you buy me a thesaurus?"

"Sure, Tiger, but why bring that up now?"

"Because I need to find new words to describe just how sexy and amazing you are. The words I know just don't do you justice. Seriously."

"Awww. You're so cute!" She was stark naked now. She sat on his lap and threw herself into his arms. She twisted and turned, grinding down on his turgid shaft.

"And you're so impossibly curvy and nice. Kiss me, Mom."

"Sorry. Can't. Must. Give. Blowjob." She jokingly said this in a strange voice, as if she was a robot or zombie. Meanwhile her hands found his penis. She took a deep whiff and was disappointed to notice most of the cum smell gone. At the moment she regretted her earlier order to air out the room. 

"Hey. I thought you just said you must obey me. I want a kiss on the lips."

She dropped the funny voice to answer seriously, "Yes, obey, but only within the boundaries of the rules. I can't have you just taking advantage of me any which way. After all, I'm your mother!" 

The playful way she said this last part made him think she wouldn't completely mind such rule violations. Plus, she didn't want kissing to become a regular habit (outside of nighttime tuck ins) for fear that she would lose control too easily. Just the thought of her son jabbing his tongue in her mouth and probing around with it was nearly enough to get her wet. 

Alan didn't understand the boundaries at all, but he let it slide and just sat back to enjoy the blowjob. 

She gave it her all. For the first time since before Ron had come home, she didn't restrain her vocalization in the slightest. She hummed, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm..." repeatedly. But seemingly half the time she raised her voice as if in surprise: "MMMM!" 




Six Times a Day Pt. 14



She let him run his hands over her back and caress her hair, which usually wasn't allowed. When she particularly enjoyed his caresses, one of her "mmmm's" would turn into an "mmmm-HMMM!" When he gave up his load, she somehow managed to drink it all in even as she let out a joyous, wordless cry. 

But she wasn't as out-of-control horny as she'd been earlier in the day. 

Alan wondered if he'd missed a golden opportunity to take things much farther, if only his penis had shown any life at all at the time. 

CHAPTER 7

While Alan was napping, Amy came over, looking for help in shaving her pussy. 

Although Alan was sleeping, Katherine was more than happy to help. 

The two girls went back to the bathroom next to Katherine's room. There was the usual amount of "checking for bumps" and "investigating the leakage problem." 

Katherine advised Amy that the leakage problem still had no answer, but that it demanded more investigation in the very near future. This was the same conclusion Katherine had every single day since they'd started. 

She could tell by now that even Amy had caught on to the whole "leakage problem" pretense. But still they maintained the charade, absurd as it may have been. It was more fun that way. They almost never stopped giggling during such "investigations."  

Alan had shown Katherine how to find Amy's G-spot, and then Amy was able to find Katherine's. They were both "very disturbed" to find one of the actual bumps, and spent many long minutes trying to massage their respective bumps away, to no avail. Both agreed these particular bumps would need much more "hands-on" investigation. 

Again, Katherine figured Amy was wise to this, but again it didn't really matter by this point.

Amy also asked if she could borrow a dildo. 

But Katherine said that would have to wait for another day. This asking for and denying the dildo was getting to be a daily ritual, too. Katherine always said no because she wanted Amy to become completely dependent on her and Alan for all her sexual pleasures. So far it was working like a charm. Amy was coming over even more than before, always ready for pussy shaving and/or a "bump check."

But today Katherine wanted to do something new. She suggested she had a novel solution to their supposed "leakage problem." 

She said, as they sat on the bathroom floor, pumping fingers into each others' vaginas, "Amy, here we are, always checking out the same hole, but we've forgotten to check the other one! Is there also a leakage problem there? If not, why not? If you could investigate that too, maybe we could solve our problem."

"What, you mean your asshole?" Amy asked bluntly. "That's gross! I don't want to touch that."

"I know it sounds weird, but you were just asking the other day how you could pay back all the help Alan and I have given you. I don't think this is much to ask. It's very clean. I just washed thoroughly. Just put a finger in there. It's no big deal." 

Amy still appeared wary, so Katherine volunteered, "Here, I'll put a finger in yours first. Then you'll see it's not so weird, and even can feel good." Katherine began sawing at Amy from both sides, with fingers in her pussy and another finger up her anus. 

Pretty soon Amy had to admit that it felt good. She finally was persuaded to stick her own finger up Katherine's butt.

Within minutes, Katherine convinced Amy to replace that finger with her tongue. 

Amy's tongue was soon contentedly probing deep into Katherine's anus as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Katherine not only liked the feeling of having a tongue up her butt, but she also liked the feeling of power in ordering Amy to do it. Although she didn't normally get off on power the way Heather did, there was something intoxicating in having someone as subservient and unquestioning as Amy stick a tongue in one's anus. 

After more orgasms all around, Katherine admitted they appeared to be no closer to solving the "leakage problem." 

But Amy suggested they continue to explore the butt in the future, just to be sure. By the end of the session, Amy exclaimed, "Mmmm. I love licking butts. I'm a butt-licker! Do you think Alan will let me lick his butt? It's fun to be naughty!"

Katherine thought, I like Amy's attitude - in theory. The problem is, she's gonna be that enthusiastic doing anything with Brother too. How can I compete? Amy's nice enough, I don't have the heart to ever say no to her, but between her, Mom, and Suzanne, Big Bro is going to completely forget about me! 

The rest of the day passed fairly normally for Alan and everyone else. 

Not surprisingly, Susan was very ashamed at her earlier behavior. She worked off her guilt in a house cleaning frenzy. 

The others were just feeling lazy or tired. Plus, they were all saving up their energy for a big party that night, one of the biggest parties of the year.

The exact day of Halloween passed with very little activity to mark the holiday, especially since most parents were too scared to let their children go trick or treating any more. Instead, everyone waited until the nearest Saturday night for the local big party. A fat, bald, and jolly man named Ralph held a Halloween party every year for everyone in the neighborhood that was THE party to go to. He was also exceedingly rich, and his massive shindig was attended by hundreds of people.

Alan, Susan, Katherine, Suzanne, and Amy were all planning on going. It was such a big deal that even Suzanne's husband Eric and her son Brad were going. 

Everyone was excited, but Suzanne was the most excited of all. Her plan to corrupt the Plummer family was proceeding better than she could have dreamed. She decided it was time she gave herself a reward at the party. A big reward.

CHAPTER 8

Suzanne was very aware that the party was a costume party. Costumes meant the potential for mistaken identities. She cooked up a devious plan. She rented two costumes: one of the superhero Catwoman, and the other one a Renaissance-era lady. 

She picked both for the cover they could provide. With Catwoman, she could wear a skintight suit that flaunted her body but still managed to completely hide her identity. There was a mask covering her entire head except for parts of her chin and cheeks. The Renaissance outfit was a frilly dress that had an extremely low cut bodice. But she also wore a black mask with it, as if she was attending a masquerade ball from centuries earlier.

Her plan was to go as Catwoman, then switch to the Renaissance dress halfway through the party, find Alan, and seduce him while pretending to be someone else. That way, she could get fucked without paying any of the consequences. Not even Alan would know her identity, hopefully.

Suzanne also rented a costume for Susan. She picked Wonder Woman, because it would force Susan to flaunt her body in public for practically the first time. In addition, it forced Susan to do up her hair in a style that almost exactly matched Suzanne's. Suzanne did Susan's hair herself, hoping that could lead to some interesting mischief. Wonder Woman essentially wore a one-piece bathing suit, except for a very revealing cut around the boobs and a lack of shoulder straps.

As a joking reference to the nicknames their mother called them, Alan went as a tiger and Katherine went as an angel. She had a halo (held up by wire) and wings. Alan looked somewhat like he wore a little boy's pajamas, completely covered in a one-piece suit from head to toe except for a hole for his entire face.

Katherine's costume caused a bit of controversy before they left. "I hope you don't think you're going like that," Susan said to her daughter.

"What? I'm showing as much skin as you are," Katherine correctly pointed out.

"Yeah, but angels don't dress in tiny bras."

"Those are puffy clouds," Katherine said indignantly. Her bra was made of cotton balls. "Angels live up in the clouds, you know."

"Yeah, whatever. I don't think any Bible has angels looking like that. Anyway, I know you want to look good for Alan, but consider all the other guys who will be there. You'll ruin your reputation at school."

After much nagging by Susan, Katherine adjusted her costume to cover up her stomach as well. She still was a very sexy and raunchy looking angel.

When they got to the party, there were already at least two hundred people there. Ralph, the host, lived in a huge two-story mansion and the party sprawled all through it and out into his massive backyard, where a band played beside a swimming pool. People of all ages were there, including dozens of Alan's classmates as well as many teachers.

Suzanne had no trouble freeing herself of her husband and son. 

Amy, dressed in an Elvira-styled witch costume that flaunted her cleavage, was surrounded by a crowd of flatterers. 

Suzanne quickly found Alan. But there was a problem: she couldn't work her plan because Katherine was clinging to Alan like glue. 

Katherine kept the guys away from herself by remaining arm in arm with her brother. Secretly, she was also fantasizing to herself that they were an official couple. Not so secretly, she occasionally whispered sexy things into his ear, like, "Honey, I'm tired. I'm ready to go already. Take me home and fuck me." 

That earned her a worried nudge and stern look from her brother. 

But rather than stop, she added, "Big Rail Spike Brother, do you think that if you drag me over behind those trees and screw me silly, anyone would notice us?" 

She giggled, but Alan gave such a desperate nonverbal plea that she toned it down - for a few minutes, anyway.

Suzanne decided to eliminate the competition. Walking up to Alan and Katherine as they stood outside talking to each other and doing their best to ignore most everyone else, she handed both of them glasses to drink. 

Alan said, "Thanks, Aunt Suzy. I mean, Catwoman. What's in the drink?"

The liquid was black and smoke rose from the glasses. "It's called spooky punch. It's basically Long Island Iced Tea, with some coloring and dry ice."

Katherine took a sip. "Mmmm! Not bad. Is it alcoholic?"

"Just a tad. I'm sure Ralph wouldn't mind if you young'uns have a little." Suzanne was delighted that neither of the Plummer kids had any idea what a deceptively powerful alcoholic wallop Long Island Iced Teas packed.

Within an hour, Katherine was completely plastered. Suzanne took her to a coatroom and helped her lie down on a couch there. The girl immediately passed out. But the problem with Suzanne's plan was that Alan drank as much as his sister. Since he was a bit bigger and heavier and had more alcoholic tolerance, he was still on his feet when Suzanne came back, but obviously he was barely hanging on. 

Worse, from Suzanne's perspective, an attractive young female classmate had replaced Katherine next to Alan, and in just the few minutes Suzanne was gone getting Katherine to a couch, the girl was already shamelessly flirting with him. This kind of thing would have never have happened to the old Alan. But the new Alan was oozing sexual experience and confidence, so such aggressive flirting was no surprise.

Suzanne decided to go mingle; hoping that by and by the girl would leave. She lingered nearby, ready to whisk Alan away if the opportunity struck. 

She saw Susan mingling nearby, too. Susan was surrounded by a small crowd of young men, all trying their best to hit on her. Susan made eye contact with Suzanne, and gave her a look that said, "Rescue me!" But Suzanne smiled and kept walking, figuring that the attention might do Susan some good to her low self-confidence. Then Suzanne remembered that she had to change into her other outfit. She had it in a big bag in the cloakroom, so she went in there and changed.

When she found Alan again, the cute young girl was now draped all over him. She was running a hand over his chest and laughing at nearly everything he said. She had long, blonde hair, and looked like the wild, slutty type. He had another glass of spooky punch in his hand, and was about as wasted as he'd ever been. 

Suzanne, drinking a martini, boldly walked up to the pair. "Excuse me, young sir," she said to Alan, completely ignoring the girl, "Can you help a damsel in distress?"

Suzanne used a French accent she'd picked up earlier in life so he wouldn't recognize her voice. She also tried to make her voice not sound so scratchy. 

Her sexy accent fit her costume perfectly. She looked and acted like she'd just stepped out of the movie Dangerous Liaisons. Further, she tried to speak more nasally so he wouldn't recognize her very distinctive whispery and raspy tone. She also tied her hair back a bit so it wouldn't fall over her shoulders and she tucked her distinctive long teased strand of hair down her back and under her outfit. 

"Sure!" he said unthinkingly. More doubtfully, he added, "Do I know you?"

Suzanne was delighted to confirm that Alan didn't recognize her. "Not yet, but you will, very well. Call me, um, Elle."

"Well excuse me, Elle," the girl said in a nasty voice, "but can't you see we're a little busy here?"

Suzanne dismissively sneered, "Little girl, why don't you run along to your Barbie and your doll house?"

"Well! I never!" The girl said huffily.

Suzanne chuckled to herself, then said, "That's your problem, missy. Leave this one to those of us who have." 

Grabbing Alan's arm, Suzanne said, "Quick, it's urgent. Please come with me."

The girl stood there, stunned and at a loss of words. "Alan, are you going to let her treat me like that?"

"Sorry Carol, I'll be back in a bit," he said as Suzanne nearly dragged him towards the house.

CHAPTER 9

Alan's head was foggy, and he asked, "What was your name again?"

"Elle. Remember that, because you'll be screaming it later." 

Alan was so befuddled that he couldn't figure out what she meant.

She pulled him all the way up the foot of the stairs of the house. "Come with me here," she said, and began to climb the stairs, still leading him by the hand.

Alan dumbly tried to process her comment. "'Come with me here.' 'Come with me here...' Something about that is weird. Don't you mean 'Come here with me?' Yeah, that's how it goes."

"Oui, that too," Suzanne said, as she discovered an empty bedroom and pushed him in it. When she said "come with me here," in her mind she spelled the first word "cum."

"Are we there yet?" Alan asked, still not really thinking. 

Suzanne shut the door behind her, and stood leaning against it with Alan now trapped in the room. The room was dark except for the light of the moon pouring through the windows.

"Yes, we are," Suzanne replied, but now that she had him here, she wasn't sure how to proceed. "Um..." she said aloud, but she couldn't think of anything to say. She'd had a few drinks herself, and wasn't her usual sharp self.

Alan stood in the middle of the room not too concerned with much more than trying to stay standing. But it was slowly dawning on him what a gorgeous, big-breasted woman he was standing in front of. Her tits were all but popping out of her very low cut dress. 

"You know, Elle, I gotta say, your boobs are almost the biggest..." he staggered, and fell forward until he was supporting himself with a wall.

"Yes, almost the biggest what?" Suzanne said.

"Oh, nothing, I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, I really want to know. Almost what?"

"Well, I was trying to say they're almost as big as the boobs of two other women I know."

Suzanne smiled a devilish smile, realizing this would be a good "foot in the door" for her plans. "Now, just a moment! My breasts are my best assets. You're telling me you know not one but two women with bigger boobs?"

"Yep."

"I don't believe it."

"Well, it's true. I live near two of the most gorgeous women in the universe. Yours are pretty nice, but theirs are even nicer."

Suzanne was amused that Alan thought "Elle" wasn't as big or beautiful as her real identity. "I think you're wrong," she said firmly. "How can you tell for certain?"

"I don't know, I can just tell."

"You have not felt my boobs. I refuse to concede they're smaller than these other women's until you make sure with your hands."

"That's a fair cop. Okey-dokey." He reached out and cupped one of her boobs. 

She held her hand on his and pulled down on her dress, which just ever-so-barely covered her nipples in the first place. 

Her two towers of flesh popped out, and Alan began investigating their size more boldly. However, he was in his tiger suit, so he couldn't feel much with his "paws."

"Take off that suit, so you can properly check," she said. She pulled a zipper down his back and dragged the tiger suit off of his arms and down to his chest. His hands flew back to her boobs.

"So, what do you think? Are they the biggest?"

"Hmm. They're pretty fuckin' huge, lady. I mean Elle. I mean, they're quite large, madam. Pardon my language! You're nice, and yours are nice!" he said as he nearly swooned from alcohol. "But Susan's are nicer."

"Oh, are they?" Suzanne said, suddenly genuinely upset. It's amusing when he's comparing me to myself, but not when he prefers Susan! "What about this second woman?"

"Oh Suzanne? Way nicer, too. Sorry, but that's just how it is." He continued to fondle, and pulled her nipples nearly painfully.

"I refuse to believe that," Suzanne said as she began to pull her dress further down. "Look at me naked, and tell me honestly if you think these other women are prettier than me." She wore nothing under her dress so she was suddenly completely nude.

"Ho boy. That's nice." His hands began running all over Suzanne, but still focusing on her tits. He'd been conditioned in recent weeks to avoid touching pussies, so he refrained from that. "You look a lot like Suzanne, but she doesn't let me touch me much. I mean her. Much, I mean."

"She must be crazy. Am I having an effect yet?" She pulled his suit down further until it came to his knees. Alan didn't answer with words, but his penis sprang straight out to its full length, and that was all the answer Suzanne needed. "What do we have here?" she said as she reached down, possessed it with her hands, and began stroking. "Is this not proof that I am the more beautiful woman?"

"Sorry, Elle. I mean, you're making me hot, but you should see what these other two women do to me. It's really crazy, it is." He looked around the room dumbly. "By the way, what was the thing you wanted me to help you with?"

Suzanne grabbed Alan by the shoulders and pushed him backwards until he fell back onto the bed. Then she pulled his tiger suit completely off of his feet, so he was now totally naked except for the tiger mane covering the hair on his head, which was a separate piece.

"These women," she said. "Do they let you play with them?" 

He nodded. 

"Do they suck you off?" 

He nodded more assertively. 

"Do they let you fuck them?" 

He stopped nodding and became sad.

She walked to the side of the bed, and pulled his limp body up the bed until his head was on a pillow, and then lay on top of him. "Because I would very much like you to fuck me. That errand I need help with? It's that I want you to give me a good fucking." 

He still looked befuddled, so she clarified, "I want you to stick your cock in my pussy and ram me like there's no tomorrow. Is that clear? Do you think you can do that?" She drew one of his hands to her pussy and he stroked her furry patch.

"Whoa! Wow. I don't know, Elle. I can try. I'm pretty drunk." The room swirled around him, and he was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand. About the best he could do was grope and ogle this mysterious (from his perspective) and beautiful woman. 

He managed to get himself over Suzanne/Elle, and sat on her legs so that his penis pointed towards her pussy. Without any further ado, and before she had a chance to get wet, he tried to stick his tool into her hole. But with the room spinning, the effect was that he kept poking his penis everywhere but where it belonged.




Six Times a Day Pt. 15



Part 15: The Bitch Is Back

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Nov. 4)

Monday brought a new school week, and an unusual school activity for Alan. The tennis team he was on was having a big competition. They were having a round-robin tournament amongst themselves, which meant that every day each player would play three matches. It was less a test to see who was best and more a test of endurance. The matches began at the start of the sixth period and would run at least an hour after school, sometimes more. 

On top of that, Alan had a good amount of homework to do, especially since he'd been falling behind. So he doubted that very much sexual activity would happen. He thought that if he could just come close to his six times a day average, he'd be doing very well.

He did have some plans to inspire him, though. Now that Suzanne had talked Susan out of grounding Katherine, he and Katherine could go to Kim's house for their "S Club meetings" on Monday and Thursday, as they'd done several times already. 

On Friday another medical appointment with Akami was scheduled. Given how the latest one had gone, he was looking forward to more of a fuck session than an appointment. His goal was to just endure and survive the week. The time spent with Akami would hopefully be a fun sexual reward at the end for all his efforts, assuming he wouldn't be too wiped out to enjoy it.

Sunday had been a relaxing day, so he was well rested, and his penis was in good shape. Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, Amy, Kim, and Glory all knew about his tennis competition and were trying to adjust accordingly. For instance, Kim and Katherine planned to go ahead without him immediately after school and assume that he would show up to the "S Club" ménage a trois once his tennis was done. This assumed he wasn't too tired out. If he was exhausted, they would carry on happily enough without him.

Suzanne was frustrated. She thought, Because of my "Elle" impersonation on Saturday night, I'm even more ready to have a proper fuck with Alan. That fuck didn't really count. The way I look at it, I'm still at zero. My memory of that is a bit hazy - it seems more like one of my erotic dreams. Lord knows I've had enough of those, ever since my cuddly Sweetie started turning into a man. 

It's probably a good thing I don't remember it too well because my desire is already almost more than I can bear. My pussy is so needy! But it still isn't time. I have to remain in control of my emotions and not think from between my legs. For one thing, I shouldn't screw up his tennis tournament. That wouldn't be fair. Once he starts having sex with me, he'll barely have the energy to even walk onto the tennis court. I should wait at least until the weekend. As soon as his tournament is over.... But damn! That hiking trip is coming up. If it's not one thing it's another. When are we going to fuck?! 

Susan, as had become all too common lately, was going through another mood swing. The close call at the party gave her pause. She dressed in ordinary clothes like she would have worn back in her prudish days. 

As she prepared breakfast for her children, she thought, I need to get through the morning. Tomorrow's going to be a Tuesday, and things get a little wild on Tuesdays. That's all the more reason for me to take a break today. I need to spend the entire day doing and thinking about things that don't involve my son's glorious member. Suzanne can help him out. Heck, even my Angel can do a little bit. But not me. My day is tomorrow.

Alan and Katherine came downstairs together, all full of energy. They frowned to see the way their mother was dressed, but they didn't let that ruin their mood for long. They were so playful and boisterous that before long even Susan started to feel a little giddy.

But then, about five minutes later, she walked over to the dining room table to bring them glasses of orange juice and noticed something odd. Her two children were sitting on the same side of the table instead of on opposite sides as they usually did. What's more, they were on the far side of the table from where the kitchen was.

Susan walked around the table and gasped. Alan's erection was poking out through his fly and Katherine fingers were around it. They didn't even bother to hide what they were doing knowing that Susan was coming to check them out. In fact, Katherine continued to lightly stroke up and down while her mother stared.

"Children! What are you doing?!"

Katherine said dismissively, "Mom, it's no big deal. Alan got a little hard and I'm just helping him out."

"Well, I'm shocked! Shocked and appalled!"

"Why? You heard me giving him a blowjob yesterday, didn't you? You said it was okay."

"I know, but... this is different! I will not have this house turn into a den of debauchery, especially right in the middle of breakfast!"

Katherine was still stroking away despite Susan's complaints. More and more pre-cum was slowing dripping out and drooling down. That was making her rhythmic rubs increasingly wet and squishy sounding. She said, "Geez, Mom. It's no biggie. Actually, I take it back. It's a very nice biggie. And a thickie." She giggled. 

Susan was still staring wide eyed. She felt her pulse increasing and her nipples hardening.

Katherine could tell that Susan's resolve was weakening, so she said, "If it bothers you so much that I'm doing it, you wanna take over? We can't just leave him like this. That would be cruel."

"Well, no, I mean... Angel! Don't make me do that! It's not nice. I'm trying to have a calm and collected morning, and then you have to go and do... that!" She pointed at her son's hard-on, with Katherine's hand still around it. "It would mean a lot to me if you would take your hands off it and go sit in your usual chair."

Katherine whined, "But MoooOOOOOoooom!" Giving in to Susan's stern look, she finally took her hands off and changed chairs. 

Alan finally spoke. "Mom, that's totally mean! What am I supposed to do, after I'm all excited like this? It's not just going to go down."

Susan folded her arms under her big breasts and tried to look and act firm. "Well, I'm sorry, but that's how it is!"

"That's how it is?!" Alan griped. "Talk about double standards. There's no rule against helping out, but there's specifically a rule about you dressing sexy, and look what you're wearing."

"No there isn't," Susan said triumphantly. "There's a rule saying you can tell me what to wear, but you haven't done that."

"Okay, I'm telling you to dress in something sexy. ... I know. The shiny red outfit that makes your boobs all extra bouncy."

Susan covered up her chest with both arms reflexively even though she wasn't topless. "Oh no! Not that one!"

Alan's erection was still sticking straight up through his shorts, just as hard as ever. 

Katherine had moved chairs and slouched down in hers while the others were talking until one of her feet reached his erection and began sliding all over it. She said, "Hey Bro! Look what I'm doing! Mom said no hands, but she didn't say anything about feet. How does this feel?"

Alan looked down and saw her second foot arrive. Soon, both of her bare feet were rubbing up and down the sides of his erection as it stuck through his fly. She didn't have the same control or pressure she could have with hands, but there was a kind of charm with that. "It looks pretty weird," he admitted. "But it feels great. Mom, is this okay?"

"Well, no, not really. But I suppose I'll allow it if you don't make me wear that red outfit. Anything but that! Besides, It's Suzanne's and I think it's back at her house."

"Okay then, deal, but only if you wear a see-through nightie instead."

"See-through nightie?! But that's even worse!" Her eyes were still glued to Alan's crotch and she watched in fascination as her daughter's feet rose and fell around it. At one point Katherine tried to catch his penis in the gap between her big toe and other toes, but it didn't quite fit. 

Susan thought, That's such an inefficient method. My hands would be so much better. How does she expect to drain his heavy cum-filled balls like that? ... Or my mouth... Yes, I'm thinking my mouth would be good... 

Alan asserted, "Well, Mom, a rule's a rule, and that's what I want you to wear."

Katherine could see how Susan's resistance was weakening the longer she stared at Alan's hard dick. She could see from her mother's face that she was going to agree before long. Knowing that Alan was too kind to push for more, she decided to try on his behalf to see what they could get away with. "Yeah, Mom. And since you're being so ornery about this, you have to put it on right here."

"Here? Angel..." Susan's face was growing flush and her chest heaved with excitement. "Oh, very well. I suppose rules are rules. But really, that's no way to treat your mother. So improper." Her eyes went back and forth in time to Katherine's sliding feet.

She went upstairs looking dejected but in fact increasingly excited. Being "forced" to do things meant that she didn't have to take responsibility for her actions.

When she came back, Alan and Katherine were still busy with the feet rubbing, but they'd kicked their chairs away from the table so there was nothing between them. That way, Katherine could better see and control what her feet were doing. 

Susan was still dressed in her ordinary clothes, but she began taking them off. "I hope the two of you are happy. This is so humiliating." She was still more huffy than usual and didn't make any special tantalizing moves while undressing. 

Alan felt bad for her frustrated mood which he didn't understand and said, "But Mom. This is visual stimulation for my medical treatment, remember? Can't you be more, well, stimulating?"

"Sorry, Son, it's just that this is so strange to me. It doesn't come easy." Since she was following the no underwear rule, it didn't take her long to get naked. She stood there in the buff with a hand over her bush, not knowing exactly what to do.

But just then Katherine said, "I smell something burning."

"Oh dear! The French toast! I forgot all about it!" She rushed off to the kitchen still wearing no clothes. She was forced to clutch her boobs as she ran to prevent them from swinging too wildly. She left the nightgown she was supposed to wear back on the table. 

While she worked at the sink to dispose of the burnt toast and clean the pan, she thought, Why does this seem to always happen to me lately? I'm completely naked and serving my children hand and foot! It's so undignified. I'm the sole adult here, I'm the mother. Why does it seem like my son is the one in charge? Just because my nipples are so hard and needy, longing for his lips to suck on them, does that give him some right to force his tasty big cock down my throat all the time? I can't help it if my pussy gets this wet from being naked - my body is betraying me! 

As soon as she was gone and otherwise occupied, Katherine whispered, "So, Big Bro, how do you like what I'm doing with my feet? Kind of like a handjob, so I guess maybe it's a footjob."

"Pretty cool, actually. I never would have figured, but it feels great!" He grew serious and leaned forward. "However, about Mom..."

Katherine also leaned in closer to hear his extra quiet whisper. She put her hand on one of his knees to do so, but quickly moved from there to stoking his meaty shaft with one hand instead of both her feet.

He said very quietly, "As good as that feels, would you be willing to take one for the team?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, get Mom to take over. She's wavering, but we need to kill off her mood swings."

"You just like her cock tending better."

"Do not!"

"Do too!" Both of Katherine's fists slid up and down Alan's dick as they argued. She started going faster and faster as her jealousy and anger grew.

"Do not, really! You're fantastic. It's just that we need to be strategic here."

"You're just saying that."

Susan said from over in the kitchen, "Here comes breakfast!"

The kids looked over and saw her standing naked while attempting to bring over their breakfast cereal. Because one of her hands was modestly covering her pussy, she could only hold the cereal box in her other hand and had to leave the bowls and milk behind. 

As she walked across the dining room, she said, "The French toast unfortunately, was unsalvageable. But I'm making another batch. Meanwhile, you should get started with this." As she got closer, she saw Katherine was using two hands instead of her feet. "Angel, what did I say about using your hands?" 

"Sorry, Mom, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but it's just so hard to get him to cum! I can't get enough pressure with the feet and we have to get to school before long. Do you want him to go to school practically bursting with all that tasty cum?"

"Hmm. Oh dear. That is a good point." She stood with the cereal box held strategically in front of her crotch, but she finally had to put it on the table. She was blushing furiously, despite her attempt to look and act calm. She replaced the box with her hand to keep some modesty, but that left her fingers so close to her pussy lips that she was tempted to start frigging herself right there. No! I can't! I have to be strong. I need to tell them to stop - right now!

Without saying anything more, she hurried back to the kitchen naked. She tried in vain to cover her ass as she went. 

Alan thought, It's weird. On the one hand I feel bad to see Mom so obviously distraught. But on the other hand, it's a huge turn on! That's so wrong. She's my mom. I shouldn't be making her do stuff like this. But I can't help it. She's just so busty and sexy! I lose all willpower around her!

Susan soon came back, her breasts wobbling and bouncing in every direction as she attempted to hold the milk, two bowls, and spoons, while also keeping her pussy covered as much as possible.

Alan's enjoyment of her sexy walk to and from the kitchen was greatly enhanced by his sister's continued two-handed handjob.

Susan put everything on the table. "Finally! You two naughty kids eat up. We're running behind, thanks to all these shenanigans." 

But neither Alan nor Katherine was touching their food; they were having too much fun.

Susan put her hands on her bare hips. "You two, I go through all this trouble to cock you food; the least you can do is eat me. ... I mean it! Eat IT. The food!" Susan blushed. 

Katherine burst into giggles. "'Cock you food?'"

Susan had only noticed the second Freudian slip and blushed even more when she realized the first one, too. Somehow, standing naked before her children and blushing profusely with her head bowed down in shame turned her on even more. She could feel rivulets of cum rolling down her inner thighs and hoped and prayed they wouldn't see just how wet she was for her son. 

Looking anywhere but at her children, she noticed the nightgown still there on the table. She picked it up and mumbled, "At least now I can finally get into some clothes!" She slowly put it on, trying to surreptitiously wipe her thighs clean in the process.

The funny thing was though, the nightgown was so transparent that it hardly made any difference at all. It certainly did nothing to support her still wildly wobbling breasts. If anything, it only made her more desirable.

Susan thought, Okay, they have their cereal now. This is the time for me to put my foot down. I have to be like Suzanne. I have to be tough! We should have a NORMAL breakfast like normal people. No cock stroking! Or at the very least, if cock stroking has to be done, I should save Angel the indignity of having to do it. 

Katherine could see Susan's mood from her stern face and decided she needed to do something before Susan started asserting control. She winked at Alan behind Susan's back and said, "Speaking of running behind, I've got a bunch of things to do upstairs. Here, Mom, why don't you take over?"

Susan's determined face crumbled into an uncertain but needy one. "What, you mean, with Tiger's cock? Er, I mean, member? But what about the French toast?"

"Try multi-tasking." 

Susan thought, NO! I'm going to put my foot down, just like I said! Someone has to put a stop to all this debauchery. But even as she said this, she found herself taking Katherine's place in her chair and took over stroking Alan's erection only seconds after Katherine let go of it.

As her hands started to pump up and down on his wet shaft, her boobs wobbled and swayed enticingly underneath her nearly nonexistent nightie. She felt a sense of calm and happiness come over her. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice was continuing to complain about the impropriety of it all, but she shooed the voice away, like a bothersome buzzing fly. 

Katherine just stood there watching her mother's hand slide up and down. She wasn't in such a big hurry after all. Playfully referring to Susan's earlier Freudian slip, she told her mother, "Now you're really cockin'!" and then burst into giggles.

Susan pouted, "Angel! That's mean." But her hands didn't stop their sliding in the slightest.

Katherine suggested, "Boy, look at the time. Bro and I will have to go to school before too schlong." She was again poking fun at the Freudian slips, but Susan didn't know what "schlong" meant and Alan was too absorbed in the handjob to do much more than grunt, so Katherine ended up being the only one to giggle at her joke. She went on, "Maybe you should suck him off to make him blow that much faster."

Susan licked her lips. She didn't need much convincing. "Well, if you think so..."

"Definitely! Oh, and you'll need to take that nightgown off. It looks real expensive and you could ruin it when Alan erupts all over you."

"Oh, poo! But I just put it on!" It's happening again! Everyone's always conspiring to get me to take all my clothes off. It's not right! But while her mind was complaining, her body loved the idea. 

"Them's the breaks." Katherine was standing behind Susan now and looking in Alan's direction so she secretly winked at him again. 

He just smiled back.

Susan compromised and pulled her nightgown down to her waist rather than taking it all the way off. She knew Alan was probably going to squirt all over her face or chest, so she needed to keep those bared. I have to keep some boundaries, some restraint, or my son will be plugging my pussy with HARD COCK before too long! He'll ride his mommy hard and deep! So full! Oh, I can't even think about it. I can't! Must suck cock instead! 

CHAPTER 2

Susan waited until Katherine finally left to go upstairs and then silently bent over and started slurping away. 

As she ran her tongue up and down one side of his slick stiffness and fondled his balls, she thought, This is so embarrassing. How do these things keep happening to me? Is it always going to be like this? I just wanted to have a normal, non-sexual morning, and look at what happens! Somehow, no matter what I try to do, I always end up naked and sucking cock! It's just not fair.




Six Times a Day Pt. 15



She swallowed his entire penis head and then some. She liked to work on his sensitive spot with the whole head in her mouth. Why does it have to taste so good and make me so tingly? That's not fair either!

Alan said, "Mom, I almost forgot to get your attention." He reached out with a hand to grope at her ass. 

But she glared at him. Her lips were still sliding up and down the middle portion of his erection, but her eyes all but said, "Don't push your luck, buster. Believe me, I know you're aroused!"

So he prudently withdrew his hand. The way she was going to town on his penis, he didn't have much to complain about. He was glad that she was focusing more and more attention on his sweet spot of extreme pleasure on the underside, just below his penis head. Experience was teaching her to concentrate most of her energy on that, all the while making her usual happy "Mmmm"-ing sounds.

Susan thought as she sucked, Always pushing the boundaries. He knows I can't resist him. If he gets his hands on my ass, I'd love it so much that before long I just might wind up begging for him to shoot his superior seed deep into his mommy's womb. Why can't he be content to have his big-titted mommy be his dedicated cocksucker? Why does he have to control every last bit of my body and my soul?! But most of all, why does sucking his cock have to be so darn FUN?! 

Before long, she found two of her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy as she contemplated her son's near total control over her mouth. It's like my mouth was made to fit around this fat stick. It just feels so perfect! How can I stop myself?! I just can't swallow enough incestuous seed to satisfy my depraved urges!

Alan knew he wouldn't be able to last long, especially given the way she was wantonly fingering herself right in front of him. But he didn't want to fun to end. So after only a minute or two he said, "Mom, the French toast. You should check on that."

She stood up. "Oh no! It might be burned again." She rushed back to the stove and luckily the French toast was still okay. But it took her some time to finish that batch and start another. 

That was good for Alan because he'd been right on the edge of cumming and now he got his second wind.

Susan came back and opened up her nightgown again. She let all of it drop to the ground. There really was no need to, except that she felt even more deliciously naughty sucking cock while completely nude. It made her feel even more subservient to his lusts. "I hope you appreciate all the things I have to do for you."

"I do, Mom, I do!" His eyes focused on her glistening inner thighs. 

She frowned skeptically, got down on her knees between his legs this time, and resumed her cocksucking. She would have been a lot more upset about her indignities except that she loved cocksucking so much. Deep down, this is exactly the kind of thing she wanted to have happen.

Alan was loving life. Whenever he would get too close to cumming he'd find some new excuse to send Susan back to the kitchen and then he'd get to watch her hustle around in the nude. He loved how she was forced to hold her breasts up since they were so big and unwieldy.

Susan was still attempting to maintain some control over her body. Even though she was nude and fingering herself, she thought wildly cumming would cross yet another line, especially since there was no telling what kind of lewd things she might shout out as her body writhed. So she did her best to hold her climax back. The interruptions helped with this, but on the other hand a part of her didn't really want that much help and just wanted to cum.

Katherine came back with her backpack and her clothes in her hands. She sat down next to Alan and started eating her breakfast

Susan was nearly delirious with lust, but pulled her lips off her son's dick long enough to complain, "Angel! Really. Get some clothes on. Please. It's so improper."

"Mom, how can you lecture me on being naked when you're not wearing a stitch yourself and your mouth is stuffed full of cock? Besides, I don't want to wet my panties or my skirt watching what you're doing."

Susan realized she was in no position to counter that and decided that she had some particularly critical licking to do at the moment and had no time to talk. 

The two children ate their French toast together and still Susan spent most of her time on her knees bobbing her head back and forth over her son's long shaft. 

Alan was too distracted to eat, but Katherine knew he had to get some food in him before school so she cut up his toast and fed it into his mouth, piece by piece. She also liked to lean into him and rub her hands over his chest when she could. Sometimes she'd nibble on his ear or plant kisses along his neck. Occasionally, she'd surprise him and stick pussy juice-coated fingers straight from her pussy into his mouth instead of the next bite of toast, but Alan was hardly complaining about it. Not only was it sexy, but her juices tasted good to him.

Alan thought, Man, this is the life! Mom's blowing me while Sis is feeding me. I'm living like a king! If only I could prolong this even more. I could live like this all day. But God damned school starts so early. Shit. 

Susan was extremely relieved when he finally blew his load shortly after he finished eating. He ended up shooting it straight down her throat so she needn't have worried about messing up the nightgown after all. To her great shame, the feeling of his pulsing erection squirting hot cum into her throat was so exciting that she climaxed along with him. The only thing she could be grateful for was that her lips were so busy trying to coax every last drop of sperm out of him that she never had a chance to open her mouth wide and scream out. She imagined all her neighbors recoiling in horror as she screamed, "Tiger! Fuck your mommy's mouth!"

When it was done, she slid to the floor, bedraggled and sweaty. As usual, she was wracked with guilt, but also happily drunk with (temporarily) satiated lust. Already she was feeling forlorn over the eight hours her children would have to be away at school.

Alan was scarcely in better shape as he slumped in his chair like she'd sucked his soul out along with what felt like a gallon of cum. He was in no shape to go to school. 

Luckily though, Katherine wiped him clean, helped him dress, brought him his backpack, and all but shoved him out the front door. 

All in all it was a very good morning for everyone and an especially great morning for Alan. As Katherine and Alan rushed out the front door with their backpacks to bike to school, Katherine muttered to her brother, "You owe me one."

Susan managed to stand up and stagger to the front door to see them off. Only as she stood at the front window waving good-bye did she realize she was still nude. She blushed and ducked down, but luckily no one had seen. She blushed as she chided herself for her carelessness and lack of control, but already she couldn't wait for Suzanne to come over so she could recount to her exactly what happened. Talking to Suzanne about blowjobs was nearly as much fun for her as the blowjobs themselves, which was saying quite a lot. Plus, such conversations helped her pass the lonely hours until her children came home. 

CHAPTER 3

Alan was distracted in class, as usual. For his first three classes, all her could do was think about his great morning and how his mother sucking him off while his sister fed him. But as soon as he entered his fourth period history class taught by Glory, it was like a switch flipped in his brain and all his attention turned to thoughts about his sexy teacher. Alan's mind worked in such a way that whatever or whomever had his attention tended to have all of his attention. 

Now that he had more sexual experience he didn't just dream of seeing Glory naked - he very vividly imagined all kinds of sexual things they could be doing together. Occasionally he looked around the class and marveled in the fact that the other students weren't all staring at him, since he was practically drooling and cumming in his chair as he fantasized spending private time with his teacher.

But the great thing was, as soon as class was over, his fantasies became reality. As usual, Glory was formally attired, with a business-like dress, fancy stockings, and lacy underwear. As soon as all the other students left, leaving Alan alone with Glory, she took her clothes off piece by piece, drawing it out to drive him wild. 

Because of his tennis schedule, she said as she stripped, "This week, let me focus on pleasing you. You'll be able to play better if your penis is well-drained before your matches, so you should let me relieve you every single day this week. We don't want to get into the habit of meeting every single day all the time or people will get suspicious, but we should risk it this week, for your tennis games. Then, if you do well enough, I'll give you a big reward when it's over, to celebrate your victory." 

Alan was far from the best player on the tennis team, and knew he had no chance of winning the whole tournament. But he also figured, Glory knows I'm not a great player. I'll bet her definition of "victory" is pretty generous. As long as I still have a pulse when the tournament is over, she's gonna give me something good. Maybe she'll even let me fuck her! I sure could use some more fucking outlets, with all the frustration about that at home. To fuck Glory would be so heavenly! 

By the time he mumbled his approval, Glory's mouth was already around his prick, happily slurping away. As he generally did at home, he just stood there basking in the euphoria, rather than actively thrusting his hips or forcing her head back and forth. 

Glory was doing a great job and didn't need any help or encouragement. Alan loved the way her tongue worked. It wasn't particularly long, but it was relentlessly active, always darting from here to there, always coming up with surprises. It made her a great kisser, too.

She looked up after a short while and said, "Let's work on our blowjob teamwork. There's nothing I'd like to do more than suck you off the whole lunch period long. You can work on your control, and I'll work on how long my jaws can endure. Tell me when you're getting close, young man, because I don't want to see you shooting off early!"

She said this in a stern voice, as if reminding him to complete a homework assignment. He thought, If only Sean or Peter could see me now. They both have her as a teacher and think she's hot. Heck, everyone thinks she's hot. What would they think if they heard her say, "There's nothing I'd like to do more than suck you off the whole lunch period long"? Of course they wouldn't believe it. I can scarcely believe it myself, even as I caress the back of her head and hear and feel her slurping and sucking. Who says women don't like giving blowjobs? 

Sure enough, she sucked him and stroked him for the whole lunch period. She didn't deep throat him per se since that felt so good that he couldn't last more than a minute or two without squirting and she really wanted to see if they could do it for the whole time. But she seemed hardly bothered by her gag reflex and often plunged down so deep that her nose tickled his pubic hair. 

After a while, her energy started to sag. They took brief breaks here and there, but even with those so much tongue work and jaw work was tiring. 

Alan remembered how much she got off on the idea of being naked in front of class, so he said to help revive her, "You know, I don't know if I'll be able to cum before class is over. Why don't I just stand behind the podium and you can keep on sucking me? I'll pretend to be a guest lecturer and you kneel inside the podium as much as you can." 

Glory liked that idea so much she insisted they practice it right away. She knelt with her back against the podium which kept her head below the top of it. The class, had there been one, actually would not have been able to see her there from their seats. However, if one stood at the door, there was no way to miss her. 

Alan rather rued coming up with the idea because Glory insisted that he pretend to be a guest lecturer and try to give a lecture on the European discovery of America. "Try" was the operative word. She redoubled her efforts to distract him so heavily that he couldn't think, much less talk at length about some obscure history subject. 

Most of Alan's lecture sounded something like this. "So Columbus, he, uh... he sailed to ocean blue in 1492. ... Um, and uh... Let's see... There were, uh, three ships... UGH! God, that's so good. The Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria. ... He, uh, was trying to sail to India and calculated that uh, that uh... The um... JESUS! Glory, how do you expect me to last the whole lunch if you keep doing that? I'm only human, you know. ... Um, where was I? Um, so Columbus, he uh, thought the world was round and- JEEEE-SUS! Not the balls too?! I'm gonna blow for sure!" 

It would have been a pretty pathetic lecture, but it was a great blowjob. The more Glory could make him stumble and lose his place, the happier she was. 

As if lecturing wasn't tough enough, Alan was also forced to stand the whole time. He ended up clutching the podium with a death grip, just struggling to remain standing. Her blowjobs were that good. 

But as good as they were, Glory was holding back. She was watching the clock and when she deemed it was time for Alan to cum, she went into overdrive, grasping his balls and flying forward and back over his shaft until it seemed to Alan like her whole head was a blur from moving so quickly. 

Alan fell to his knees and slumped against the podium, still clutching on to what he could so he didn't fall all the way to the floor. It was like the heavens opened up and a choir of angels sang when he finally reached orgasm and pumped his load into his teacher's mouth. 

Then followed what was becoming a post-orgasmic ritual. Alan could do little more than melt into the floor. He was so overcome his knees felt like rubber. 

Glory, though, grabbed a can of air freshener and tried to cover up the smell of their deeds. Her hair was particularly tussled from the rapid fire style near the end, so she took some time brushing her hair until she looked semi-normal. She wore lipstick every day (which tended to leave red rings around Alan's penis), so she was always careful to apply a fresh coat of lipstick and make sure his penis was cleaned up. 

By this time, Alan had more or less revived. Glory would examine him and fuss over his clothes and hair until he was presentable, and send him on his way. It seemed she always perfectly timed it so he left just a minute or two before the first students started coming in for fifth period. Oftentimes he would linger in the hall and watch for the others to arrive to see just how much time they had to spare. 

Alan ended up playing tennis the entire sixth period hour, and then another hour and a half on top of it. There were sixteen players on the team, so he had five days to play the other fifteen players. 

CHAPTER 4 

When the games were over, Alan rushed off to Kim's house directly and showered there. His energy problem was the same as it always was and he really wanted to nap, but he figured he could work in an hour or two of sex and then take a late nap at home before dinner. That's exactly what he did.

Alan showed up at Kim's house at 4:30. Even more time passed while he finished his shower, but he nonetheless wanted to take things slow. 

He told Kim and Katherine while he sat naked on Kim's bed, drying his head with a towel, "I've been reading some books on sex, and last time I was too excited to use what I learned. Now I want to try this stuff out. There's a book that goes on about how awesome tender, slow love is. So that's what I'd like to try. Did you know a woman is supposed to have seventeen different erogenous zones?"

"Seventeen?" Katherine asked quizzically. "That can't be right." She and Kim sat side by side next to him, naked and eagerly waiting to see whom he'd choose to fuck first. 

Alan pointed his finger at Katherine and tossed the towel aside. "Kim, hope you don't mind, but I think I'll start with some sister fucking." 

No one was too surprised by that. Katherine immediately hopped up onto the bed and lay down. 

Alan resumed his train of thought about erogenous zones even as he smiled and he pressed himself down onto his sister. "Seventeen zones, Sis. Seventeen." 

"No way!"

"Yeah, way." He pushed his penis straight in. "You're going to find out. There's the back of the knees, the earlobes, the armpits..."

"Armpits? No way, Big Rig Brother. There's nothing sexy about that. ... Oh, God, it's so full! My poor pussy just ... can't take it. ... Push! Harder!"

"That's what the book says, Shaved Little Sister. Let's check it out. But I can't do two women at once. Let me show Katherine first, and then I'll show you, Kim. Then, once I get the hang, I can get some help, like I'm Santa and I've got a sex elf."

Kim laughed. "I could have guessed who gets the seventeen zone treatment first, but that's okay. I'm happy to be a sex elf, if that helps. Looks like you're getting into the Christmas spirit early."

Alan smiled at that while he started to find his fuck rhythm. "Yeah, they say Christmas starts after Halloween these days. Let's do just a little bit of this in and out and then move to some slower stuff. Bouncy Little Sister, I like how Kim has you all lubed up with pussy cum and then some before I even arrived."

"Oh, I am. I'm so fucking ready!" Katherine panted. "Spear me! Fuck with it! Fuck! Fast fuck! Fast fuck! Hit me with your baby juice!"

Alan gave his sister a quick but hard and intense five minute fuck. The sound of his balls repeatedly slapping against her filled the room. 

But then, right as they were both about to cum, he came to a complete stop. Both Kim and Katherine were puzzled and began to wonder if he'd passed out. But after a minute he opened his eyes and resumed his rutting, but in a completely different way. He then settled down for a relaxed, "tender love" fuck. 

Kim was content to watch and masturbate. She was realistic enough to recognize that she wasn't as beautiful as Katherine and could never compete with the incest taboo and close sibling bond. 

With the slower fucking, Alan had time to try out his book learning of the seventeen zones. Sure enough, Katherine discovered erogenous zones she didn't even knew she had, like the sole of her foot. She really got into having her toes sucked, and she also had a sensitive neck and ears. Alan made a note to focus on her toes especially a lot more in the future. 

During a strategic pause to give his penis a second wind, he put his fingers in her pussy and played around inside. Even though she was somewhat sore from the just concluded fuck, she wanted more. He said, "Speaking of zones, let's not forget the best spot of all. Your G-spot. Right here." He knew it pretty well on his sister from previous sessions, and had no trouble locating it this time. "I'm gonna get to know this spot so well. I'm going to be a God damned G-spot-ologist." 

She purred and moaned. She was in seventh heaven.

As they played with each other, Alan spoke his mind freely. "Little Sis, I have to be honest. I really think you are the best looking girl in school." Suddenly he remembered that Kim was in the room, masturbating just a couple feet away from them. He belatedly added, "No offense, Kim." 

"None taken. And I'd agree she at least ties. When you get to looks like Heather, Christine, and Katherine, it becomes impossible to pick a best." 

"See Sis? Screw Heather. I think her tits are fake and probably half of the rest of her is augmented somehow. Your body is so outstanding. You don't have a single blemish; hardly even a scraped knee. And your face is so pretty. You could be a model, and I do mean a really high paid model. How lucky am I to have such an amazing sister?" 




Six Times a Day Pt. 15



But Katherine pouted, "What about Christine?" 

Alan had to be very diplomatic because there was no denying Christine was a total knockout and all real. "I agree with Kim. When you get to that level of beauty, it becomes pointless to compare. All I know is that every time I see you, I want to love you, possess you, fill you up with my cum." 

Katherine squirmed under his excitedly. "Oh, Brother! Me too! I love you too!" 

They kissed and shared their loved for each other. 

But not wanting to hurt Kim's feelings, Alan soon turned to Kim and said, "I think you're very beautiful too. And you're still growing; in another year you'll be even more of a stunner. But you have to understand that my feelings for my sister are different."

Kim understood. "No problem. Believe you me, I completely agree. Your sister is hot. Your whole family is remarkably good looking, including you and of course your mother. You Plummers must have the most amazing genes." 

Alan smiled a wry smile, because Kim forgot both he and his sister were adopted.

Katherine finally replied, "You think you're lucky, Big Farm Silo Brother? How lucky am I to have such an amazing brother like you?" She gazed into Alan's eyes. "I've loved you so long. I don't care if you happen to be my brother. You're the one that I love."

"I love you too, Little Sis. In fact, I'm really glad that you're my sister, because that means I'm fucking the girl I love the best. I have my own Playboy centerfold model just across the hall from my bedroom, ready to fuck any time." 

"Not just ready," Katherine corrected. "I live for it! I suck on pens and pencils all day long at school, just dreaming about you filling my mouth or my pussy." 

Kim laughed. "It's true. The funny thing is, she really does. I keep having to secretly whisper for her not to be so obvious about her pencil sucking." 

"I stand corrected," he said, amused. "But my point is, not only are you the ultimate fuck, but you're also the kindest, most loving girl. You always make this brother so happy, way before our sex even started, just by being you." 

Both of them shed a few tears of happiness even as they continued their gentle foreplay. Alan was still toying with her G-spot. 

Kim still gave them their space but played with herself more or less non-stop. She ardently wished that she had a sibling after seeing how good Katherine and Alan were for each other.

The siblings took about half an hour to fuck the slow way, and more time fondling afterwards, so Alan's time was running out. 

CHAPTER 5  

But Alan was a gentleman and he didn't neglect Kim. He spent the next half hour after that giving the younger cheerleader a slow, exploratory fuck. Just as with Katherine, he made sure to stimulate every single one of the seventeen zones the book described. Some of his explorations were a success, others not so much. 

But he didn't neglect some old fashioned fucking as well and he worked up to that as his finale. His thrusts pushed her body along until he literally fucked her off the bed and onto the floor. That didn't stop them. He kept on going. The force of his thrusts pushed her backwards along the floor until they came to a wall. 

Katherine thought that was hilarious. 

Alan also remembered his mother's advice from the night before: Force her to do what you want. Bend her to your will. He had a hard time treating his sister gruffly or any different than he normally treated her. But since he didn't know Kim that well and she seemed so amenable to just about anything, he practiced a new style on her. 

Alan was normally a very polite guy. But now he tried just doing what he wanted, and screw politeness. To his surprise he found that Kim, if anything, liked his aggressive sexual manner even better than his polite one. 

She grew noticeably excited from him merely telling her what to do with her body. It excited him, too. He told her: "Pull your leg up to your chest," or "Suck my balls," or "Lick the ass of my little supermodel sister," and so on, and Kim would do it without question. Before long it seemed she waited expectantly for more orders from him or his sister, as she preferred being told what to do. 

He thought back to when he and Katherine were worried that Kim would blackmail Katherine into being a sex slave. It was obvious now that that wasn't in her nature and she was a submissive type.

Now that he was more comfortable with his new "seventeen zones" techniques from practicing one on one, Katherine joined in after Alan had cum into Kim (using a rubber), and the three of them just played around with each other. 

Mostly Katherine and Alan practiced stimulating Kim's lesser-known erogenous zones. Kim was so overcome with pleasure she felt she would die. It seemed to her as if she was in a sauna where the temperature went up and up until she couldn't breathe. 

At one point, with Alan sucking her toes while reaching up and tweaking her big hard clit and Katherine licking her neck and twisting her nipples, Kim cried out, "Stop! I can't take it! I'm burning up like an oven!" 

But part of Alan's new experimental strategy was to just override Kim's wishes, so they didn't let up. It was the first time he could recall where he kept going when someone said stop. 

Kim responded with the best orgasm she'd ever had in her life. She screamed louder than she'd ever screamed before, too. 

When it was over, Kim said to Katherine, "Oh. My God. I may be a Lesbian, but good fucking is good fucking. We should enjoy sharing him now, because when word gets out about what this boy can do, they're going to be lining up to get fucked!" 

Katherine replied with mixed emotions, "They already are."

Now time was really running out, but there was one more thing Alan wanted to do. He said, "All right, I've pleased you both a lot today, haven't I?" 

Katherine and Kim nodded enthusiastically. 

"Right. Good. Well, even though the three of us have been getting to know each other pretty well, there's one thing we haven't done that I'd really like done now. Namely, I've never had two women suck me off at the same time, and I want you two to be the first."

Katherine responded jokingly, "Sure, maybe we can help you out. But first I have to ask, what have you done for me lately?"

Kim though didn't see the joke. She immediately griped, "Girl, what are you talking about? If Alan gives us a command, we have to obey it immediately. Are you so selfish that you'd put your needs above his? What's wrong with you?"

"Chill, Kim," Katherine responded testily. "That was just an attempt at humor, you know, like the Janet Jackson song. The way Alan just fucked both of our brains out until we were delirious with joy, I thought it was obvious that 'what have you done for me lately' was a joke. I mean, have you ever felt better in your life?"

"Oh. Right. Sorry. But let's not sit here and gab all day. Look: Alan wants us to suck him off together and we're so thoughtless that no one is even holding his penis!" Kim immediately grabbed it and resumed stroking it. "If Alan says 'jump' then our only response should be 'how high," right?"

"Of course. You don't have to tell me that."

"Then what are you waiting for? His penis needs us, and time is running out." Kim started tonguing, and Katherine quickly leaned in and followed suit.

As Katherine swirled her tongue around the head of Alan's penis and then alternately lightly blew on it, she thought, Geez. What's with Kim? Those were my lines. She's trying to be even more ingratiating and eager than I am. She's been doing it all day long, but even more since Alan strangely started ordering her around this last half-hour or so... 

Well, I'm sorry Kim, but you have to realize that you're the second fiddle here. Alan is MY brother. With the modest size of your tits and the slimness of your hips, you're lucky he fucks you at all. Alan fucks only the best! He says that I'm centerfold material, and I have to constantly prove that's so. As soon as he isn't around, I'm going to have to make it clear to you that you can't upstage me. I'm having enough trouble competing with all the giant jugs at home - I don't need to compete here as well.

The two of them were having trouble sharing the penis - each wanted too much of it. Katherine opened her eyes, and Kim, somehow sensing that, opened her own eyes and looked back. Katherine shot daggers of anger at Kim. 

The younger girl immediately backed off. She mostly retreated to the base of Alan's penis, leaving Katherine with the top half where she could deliver more pleasure. 

Katherine took full advantage, and soon was alternating between licking and sucking his penis head. 

Alan lay back on the bed, enjoying things, while he played with a different girl's tit with each hand.

Katherine thought, as if she could pass a message to Kim telepathically, Now that's better. We're happy to have you and use your house, Kim, and I love you dearly, but don't forget that Alan wants to fuck me first and last. You'd best be serving not just him, but me too. .... Ah. That's much better. 

Katherine was encouraged by Kim's continued deference to Katherine's position at the top of Alan's penis. Instead of bickering, we should work together to give Alan the best blowjob he's ever had. Kim was now looking up at Katherine, and Katherine tried to project a message telepathically to her. Go to his balls. Suck his balls. 

Not surprisingly, the telepathy didn't work, but Katherine motioned downwards with her eyes, and Kim lowered herself until she reached Alan's balls. She started sucking on one of his ball sacks, and Katherine gave an approving nod. 

Katherine thought, as if talking to Kim, Good. Later I'm not only going to have to talk to you about your proper place, but we're also going to have to work out a nonverbal communication system so we can act as one to please him. He's spent so much time giving us orgasms today, but Kim is right. It's us who should put HIS needs first. The more we pleasure him, the more he pleasures us. If he starts seriously boning the likes of Amy, Christine, and Heather, I'm not going to see him much. Kim and I have to keep him so satisfied that he doesn't feel the need to wander. 

Alan was oblivious to the jockeying for position his request had created; he only knew that he was being given one hell of a blowjob. Dang! This is too awesome. I need these dual blowjobs more often. 

As good as this is, just imagine if this was Susan and Katherine! My sister and mother sucking me off together. I never would have imagined that in a million years and now I'm sure it'll happen someday. Or Susan and Suzanne! What a combo that would be. Or Suzanne and Katherine. Or Amy with any of the above. Especially with Suzanne's extra long tongue. 

Or, hell, throw in Glory with anyone. She sucks some serious cock. Glory and Suzanne?! Fuck! The two most talented tongues at once. I think I'd die of pure joy with that combo. But this right here is pretty fucking awesome. We're going to have to do this every time from now on.

When Alan finally had to cum, Katherine had let Kim migrate back to the tip of his penis, and both of them were working on it. But as he started to spurt, Kim backed off and let Katherine place her mouth over the tip and drink it all in. Katherine was gratified by that, and to show her gratitute, once her brother had shot all his ropes, she French kissed Kim and pushed some of his cum into Kim's mouth as a reward for a job well done. 

Alan could well imagine what was going between their cum-filled mouths, and the thought nearly got him hard again. But he was tired, and didn't stir from his restful pose.

But it was already six o'clock, and time to go. Dinner at the Plummer house was usually around 6:30, and Alan still needed his daily nap. He decided he would tell Susan that he'd have his food heated up after an exceptionally late nap. 

As they were getting dressed and cleaned up, Alan asked the two girls, "So, what did you think of the stuff from the book? Is the slow, tender love better than the fast kind?"

Kim answered, "Both are great. It's like great taste vs. less filling. Why should I have to choose just one? The important thing is that you fuck us every way you can."

Katherine chimed in. "I agree. You know how to fuck us good, Big Umbrella Brother. You're like some kind of master lover twice your age. I don't think anyone would believe you've only been doing this for a couple of weeks! I don't care how you fuck me, fast or slow, front or back, or whatever, because you know and read my moods so well. Anything you want is good. The important thing is that you keep fucking me."

Alan replied modestly, "If you like what I'm doing, don't thank me, thank the books. Anyone my age could do the same. Between this and the PC muscle control I've been working on, it's all just book learning."

Kim pointed out, "Yeah, that may be partly true, though I think you've got a lot of natural talent. But how many teenage guys bother to read such a book, or even try to please the woman at all? Guys are such self-centered jerks." Realizing she was speaking to a guy, she belatedly added, "Um, you excepted, maybe. At least you know how to show a woman a good time."

Alan laughed. "No worries. I understand what you mean. Guys generally are jerks. I can be a jerk. But I've been learning that the more I please a woman, the more powerful my orgasms end up too."

Katherine, trying to show that she was the more devoted lover, said, "That may be, but from now on Kim and I resolve to think not of our desires and needs, but only of yours. This is no longer the S-Club, the Service Club. It's the SA-Club. The Service Alan Club."

Kim laughed gleefully. "Right! You said it, girl! Alan is naturally so good at pleasing us that we have to up the ante to keep up with him. We have to show nothing less than total devotion." She licked her lips and stared at him with slavish lust.

Alan laughed them off and made a couple self-deprecating jokes, but secretly he was very pleased with their attitude. He thought, This must be what it's like to be an Alpha Male gorilla. The Alpha Male gets as many women as he wants. The only difference is the gorilla has to fight off all the other gorillas constantly. Whereas everything is handed to me as if on a platter. I wonder how that happened?!



The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful for Alan. Susan felt ashamed over what happened in the morning and dressed rather conservatively. In so doing, she was challenging him to order her to dress more sexily, but he was too tired to want to get something started with her. She ended up feeling deeply disappointed and regretful about the outfit she'd chosen. 

Alan had a couple of hours of homework to do and also felt very sexually satiated, so he never got around to asking for more help to reach his daily target. 

By the time Susan came in to give him a goodnight kiss in a see-through nightie, he was all but asleep, so she did little more than kiss him on the nose and tuck him in. He ended up with five climaxes for the day. 

Susan went to bed feeling very disappointed. Her only consolation was some words Suzanne had told her recently: "Your son is becoming such a sexual stud that you're going to have to learn to share. There will be days you may not touch his cock at all. But don't be sad; be proud that he has so many sexy helpers who are all sharing the joy." 

Still, that was small consolation for her. 

Katherine on the other hand had a bit more fun. Even though she was sensitive from a good fucking, she still found the energy to help Amy shave her pussy. It had just been shaved the day before yesterday, but Katherine noted, "You can never be too careful about these things." In fact, they were now shaving each other's pussies every day almost without fail. 

Katherine was feeling highly sexed lately, and if she could only be with Alan a couple of times a week for the time being, she consoled herself by mutually getting off with Amy.

Katherine also had further chance to note Amy's "fluid leakage problem." As Katherine later told Alan, she discovered that twisting Amy's nipples also added to Amy's leakage dilemma, especially since she tweaked one of Amy's nipples at the same time she fingered Amy's pussy. Their only problem was they couldn't make too much noise. 

Susan assumed the two girls were spending their time in the bathroom doing "girl stuff" with makeup and what not, so with the doors locked they didn't have to worry about being found out. But cries of ecstasy could give the game away, so they were careful to climax very quietly.

CHAPTER 6 (Tuesday, Nov. 5)

Alan woke up a couple of minutes before his alarm clock was supposed to go off, something he often did when he was well rested. For once, he was well rested. He looked over at his clock, and saw that it read 6:54 A.M. Then it occurred to him that the day was a Tuesday. Ah, yes. A Tuesday. Excellent. God, how I love Tuesdays. I wonder what my mom has in store for me today. Just how many abnormality checks am I going to get? This is going to be great, heh-heh-heh.

He rolled over and looked to the other side of his room. There, sitting in front of his computer, was his mother. The shades were drawn, so the light from the computer screen was the only light in the very dim room, but it was enough light for Alan to clearly see that she was naked except for a pair of panties. Oh yes! That's what I'm talking about! Is every Tuesday for the rest of my life going to be like this? Because I certainly would not be complaining if that was the case. No sir! Not at all.

Alan still hadn't hit his alarm clock or made any noise to indicate he was awake. Before Susan became aware of him, he wanted to admire the view of her divine naked form a little longer, so he kept quiet. I'll bet she's here to wake me up with the "cock hungry mother alarm clock" blowjob she's done so very rarely. That would be perfect. But what's she doing in the meantime? 

Alan was able to see more clearly as his eyes adjusted to waking. She's masturbating, certainly. No surprise there, though I wish I could watch her do it more often. 

Susan was groping a tit with one hand, and had the other hand down the front of her panties. It didn't take a genius to know what her fingers were doing down there. 

He continued thinking, But what is she masturbating to? She is looking at the computer screen. My screen. I hope she isn't looking at my porn collection. That's kind of embarrassing, even if we did buy some of it together once. I've got all kinds of incest stories on there.

He strained to read the screen from across the room while being careful not to make any noise to alert her. There was no way he could read any text, but he saw the screen was mostly filled with a picture of a smiling kid wearing a baseball cap. Hey! That's a picture of me! Let's see. That would be from four years ago, when I was on that baseball team. 

Wow, that's kind of freaky. She is getting off on pictures of me in a baseball uniform from when I was fourteen years old! Did she have the hots for me then? No. Impossible. I guess she just likes a good picture of me. 

Susan clicked through several other pictures from a folder Alan had of some of his favorite digital pictures through the years. She lingered on the ones of him and especially on the ones of him and her together. Then she gave up looking at the screen altogether as she drew closer towards a climax.

He noticed her lean forward towards the computer and check out the time on the screen's bottom right corner. He closed his eyes again before she could turn his way. Given that it was only a couple of minutes before his alarm was to go off, he knew she would be coming over to him. He was as excited as he could get, knowing what was about to happen. He heard her quiet footsteps and then felt her gently drawing herself up onto his bed. Then there was a click of the sound of his clock alarm being turned off. His heart beat louder in anticipation with every passing second.




Six Times a Day Pt. 15



Susan gingerly and ever so slowly drew his blankets and sheets down. He heard a gasp, and then a whisper: "God it's so good. So hard! So good! I'm the luckiest mother in the whole world..." Alan had been sleeping in the nude ever since his sexual awakening so she didn't have to worry about removing any pajamas. 

Alan could feel her weight shifting on the bed, until he sensed she was between his legs. And then, finally, incredibly, he felt her hands on his erection. He heard another whisper: "So hard. Always hard. Always. Hard and big." Then he felt her sink her mouth around his excited rod. 

She didn't do anything more - she had the hard-on pointing up with her face at the tip so she could look out over his stomach and watch out for any movement from his face. Clearly she wanted to make sure he was awake before beginning to suck in earnest, just in case he woke with a sudden jerk or yell.

Since he was already awake and loving life, he decided to be a little playful, and spoke before even opening his eyes. "Hmm. What's that feeling? Something strange. ... Why, that must be my new alarm clock! 'The cock hungry mother' model! I love that clock!" 

He opened his eyes and looked down his body towards his crotch. His mother looked back up at him, smiling. Her mouth was filled with cock, but she managed to murmur, "Good morning, Tiger! Riiiing! Riiiing!" Then she went after his penis with an abandon. Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked it in as deep as she could go, given that she didn't know how to deep throat. Still, she swallowed much more than half. 

Alan sat up and leaned forward so he could stroke her hair while his penis stroked her tonsils. "Good morning, Mom. I love it! To what do I owe this great pleasure? Is it because it's a Tuesday?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she replied without pausing to take the penis from her mouth.

"Awesome! I'm really getting to love Tuesdays. Screw 'Thank God It's Friday.' I much prefer 'Can You Believe Your Cocksucking, Huge-titted, Fine-assed, Long-legged, Gorgeous-faced, Sexy Mother Is Going to Give You Lots of Blow Jobs Tuesday.'" 

She chuckled through her penis-stuffed mouth. She was very proud of her growing cocksucking skills. 

"Can I look forward to plenty of abnormality checks today?"

Her tongue swirled around and around his penis head that was inside her mouth while her lips sucked on the tip. "Mmmm hmmm."

"How many, Mom?"

She took the penis out of her mouth long enough to answer, "So many! All day! Your mommy needs your cock, Son. She needs it bad. She needs it like she needs air to breathe. She'll suck it as often as you can stand it, and then suck it some more. Not just on Tuesdays. Any time. Always. Forever. She just looooves to suck her little boy's cum-filled cock! So yummy!" 

Then she stuck it back in, and redoubled her efforts. It was as if it was a torture for her to keep the penis out of her mouth to say so many words, and she tried to make up for the lost time. Her hands meanwhile clawed at his hips and stomach as if she were desperately trying to save herself from drowning. Once again, she insistently moaned, "Mmmm.... mmmm.... MMMM! MMMM! MMMM!" 

Soon Alan went from gently stroking her hair to grabbing her head and holding on for dear life. He was so excited that he hardly lasted five minutes, even with all of his PC muscle control. 

Susan was very happy though, and shook all over with numerous orgasms of her own. Even if her son didn't touch her in any way, giving him a blowjob almost always caused her to have her own climaxes. 

Alan gave her an especially big load; it was more than she could swallow. 

What she didn't gobble up she rubbed into her skin like it was facial cream. As she did, she complained, "We're just so wicked." But she couldn't stop smiling. 

When she was done and they calmed down a bit, she said, "Thank you. Mommy thanks you so much for your big load of yummy sperm."

"No. Wait. I should thank YOU, Mom. You were great."

"That's nice that you're so polite, but don't thank me. It's your mommy's duty to suck you off whenever you like it. She wants to be your favorite cocksucking helper. Your mommy thinks your sperm is the greatest drink in the world." 

"Sperm?" He knew that wasn't the technically correct word since sperm was something in semen, but somehow it sounded better than semen, especially the way she said it, as if it was almost too naughty a word to contemplate. 

"Yes. Sperm. Spunk. Semen. Jism. Mommy loves it. So don't thank her for enjoying it. That's like giving someone a big bag of money and thanking them for taking it off your hands. Mommy thanks you for sharing it. She doesn't care what it's called as long as it's exploding all over inside her throat. But enough talk. It's also Mommy's duty to clean you off when she spills your precious seed like this. Every drop is precious. Excuse me while Mommy licks your cock clean." 

Sure enough, she thoroughly licked his crotch completely dry (not that there was much of a mess there to begin with, since most of the cum had landed in her mouth).

She cleaned him with her tongue so enthusiastically that soon Alan was erect again. The cleaning was rapidly becoming another blowjob.

But Alan said, "Uh-oh. We should stop." He pushed her head away while he still had some self-control. "I have a feeling we could go on like that all day. But I only have an hour to get ready for school, so it's a tight squeeze to get everything done as it is. Now we're starting late, so we really gotta rush. Plus, Katherine needs you for breakfast too."

"Oh, poo," Susan pouted. "Poop de doo. What a meanie." She sat up on her knees between his legs so Alan could have a better view of her statuesque body. 

He could see that her panties were literally dripping like water coming off of a completely drenched towel. 

She grabbed her boobs with both hands and played with her nipples. "Are you sure you don't want to play with Mommy a little more? She likes to play with her son, especially his cock. Isn't it so delightfully naughty to have Mommy as your little cocksucker?"

Alan sat up. "You'd better believe it is! I take it you're finally okay with the word 'cock'? Sometimes you are and sometimes you aren't and I get confused."

"Well, let's not give our innocent Angel a potty mouth. But it's okay if it's just between you and me, your little cocksucker mommy."

His stroked her long silky hair. "You're not so little, Mom. Everything about you is big. Big and tall and curvy. And soft. And sweet. And perfect. So fucking perfect. So beautiful." 

He ran his hands up and down her arms slowly, and then around her shoulders. Then his hands migrated down to her tits. But to his surprise her hands reached out and grabbed his before he could reach her shapely globes.

She said with a twinkle in her eye, "Boundaries, Tiger, boundaries. You're right. We can't allow all this fun to interfere with your school schedule. It's time for a shower and breakfast. Chop chop!" She pushed him backwards and he stumbled out of bed. 

Alan didn't understand her shifting red light and green light moods, but he didn't try to fight it. She totally let me play with her tits yesterday, and today's a Tuesday! I should get to do even more. What a drag.

He walked over to his drapes and opened them, letting a flood of light into the room. 

She walked over next to him before his window, still wearing nothing but panties, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Now Tiger, remember: when you go down to breakfast, our Angel will be there, so we have to go back to normal. I unfortunately can't wear clothes as sexy as I'd like, or I'd probably just plain cook breakfast naked, which would be even better. But we have to have boundaries. There's a time for play, and a time for work. Now's the time for work. But if at any point you find your massive penis is throbbing and straining from all that terrible cum build-up and you just can't stand it, just 'get my attention,' if you know what I mean. You know how to do that." 

She added under her breath but just loud enough for Alan to hear, "Oh God, do you know how to do that!" 

Alan placed a hand on her ass cheek and caressed it. "It's like that right now and pretty much whenever I see you, but I'll try my best." 

She sighed with deep pleasure, "That's right. Fondle my ass. Just like that. Then I'll know your penis needs relief, and you and I will go somewhere for some privacy so I can take care of it. I hope you fondle my ass a lot today. Your mommy is going to need kneepads because she's going to be on her knees all day long, sucking your cock into oblivion of pure ecstasy. But now we should get a move on. There is that thing called school. Eight hours where I have to go without you."

"Ugh. Don't remind me." Alan stood there, as if lost in thought, while his hand continued to roam over both ass cheeks of his mother. He avoided her thighs and crotch, mostly because he knew those areas were a swampy jungle of wetness and he wanted to get dressed. 

The two of them stared out of Alan's window at the new day, instead of at each other. 

"Hey, Mom," Alan eventually said, "I wonder. Do you think anyone can see us from here?" 

Alan's room was on the second floor, but it looked out over the street. They had a big front yard however, so it was quite a long way past some trees and a fence before one reached the sidewalk.

Susan was frightened to show her face, but she put such worries behind her when she mentally repeated Alan's comment: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about." 

She said confidently, "No. We don't really know too many of our immediate neighbors anyway. If anyone did see, they'd probably just think you're some guy with his girlfriend."

He wondered why she was arching her back and thrusting her chest up so much, but he didn't ask about it. "Hmm. You're right. But what if I AM with my girlfriend?" He leaned towards her, and said more quietly, but playfully, "What if my mother is my girlfriend?"

Susan literally swooned. Her nipples grew so hard it was actually painful. "Tiger, please! Don't say that. You know that's not true, but it makes me so tingly and moist to hear it. It makes me so hot! I'm not your girlfriend! Oh God! The very idea! ... I'm, I'm just helping you out with your medical problem. That's all."

Alan knew that wasn't true, but he didn't push it. Instead, he cooed, "If someone looked up here right now, I'm sure they'd think you're my girlfriend. They'd probably think we'd just been fucking all night long." 

He heard her gasp and that made him smile. 

He continued, "You're so young looking that you could practically pass as a high school student. The only problem is that you're too gorgeous. You're much too amazingly, fuckably, fantabulously gorgeous to belong in our high school. You'd cause a riot everywhere you go. Otherwise, I'd say you should come with me to school today. I'd be proud to introduce you to all my friends as my super hot girlfriend. They would positively melt with jealousy and lust."

"Alan Plummer! Stop that right now! 'A riot.' Really!" Susan protested, but with a delighted voice, not an angry one. "You're going to make my head swell up like a balloon with all your compliments. And please don't mention the F word. Between your devilish words and what your hand is doing to my butt, I have half a mind to throw you on your bed and have my way with you, buster." She added in a near whisper, "Or let you have your way with me." 

The two of them continued to stare out of the window for some more moments while both of them considered that delightful possibility. 

Alan noted how comfortable Susan was with her nakedness. She didn't seem the slightest bit bothered by the possibility that some neighbor might look up at her. He figured that in fact, it was most likely turning her on even more. He felt he could stand there, naked as the day he was born, staring out the window next to his mother, all day long. Exploring her ass cheeks with his hand certainly made it a lot more fun. But in fact only a couple of minutes passed.

Finally, she asked him, "Am I really that young looking?"

"You are, Mom, you are. It's like a teenager having a teenager for a mother. But you're right. We should stop." He looked at his alarm clock. "Oh shit. Seven fifteen already. This is going to be close. But what a great way to be late." Alan hurried over to his dresser so he could pick out some clothes. 

Susan sauntered out of the room with a beaming face and a dripping pussy. She purposely slid her cum-slickened legs together after she closed his door and walked down to her room. My son keeps me squishy twenty-four hours a day. That's no lie. Squish, squish, squish! 

She rubbed her legs together even more. What a great son! What a great life! Squishy squishy squish. 

She would have liked to fall onto her bed and masturbate the morning away, dreaming of more cocksucking (to dream of anything more intimate was too scary for her). But she was needed in the kitchen, so she threw on some ordinary clothes. However, she purposely didn't clean her thighs off. 

CHAPTER 7 

Susan actually purposely dressed in a bland manner to see what Alan would do about it. She came downstairs wearing a loose gray sweater and ordinary dress. 

To her glee, even though Katherine was sitting right there, Alan said, "Mom, you disappoint me. Don't you want to help with some visual stimulation?" 

"Yes, normally, but I assume you're not going to need to get hard again before school." She was prodding him to be more aggressive. 

"You can't assume that." 

"Well, I'll remember that for next time." 

"Mom, I want you to put on something sexy this morning. Not tomorrow." 

"Oh dear. That sounds like an order. Is that an order?" 

He was puzzled by her behavior, given what had happened the morning before. "No. Not an order. An urgent suggestion." 

"Well, you're going to have to do better than that." She longed to be ordered what to wear. 

Alan, though, had a deep mental resistance to ordering his mother around. It seemed like it wasn't a respectful thing to do and he always wanted to respect her. All he could say was, "Please. I'd really appreciate it." 

"Okay. Tomorrow I'll wear something real nice." 

"MoooOOOOoooom! Today is a Tuesday. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" 

She thought, Grrr! He's really hitting below the belt. How am I supposed to resist that? But she just said vaguely, "It means everything to me, dear. Tuesdays are so special. Don't you agree?" 

"Then can't you change?" 

Katherine finally butted in. "Mom, Alan wants you to go change right now and that's an order. Geez!" 

Susan immediately stopped what she was doing in the kitchen and hurried towards the stairs. "if you insist, Angel." At least on a subconscious level, she wanted Alan to see how compliant she could be if only he was firmer with her. She went back to her bedroom and changed into a sexy nightgown. 

Coming back downstairs, she felt even more ashamed than she usually did in such situations because her two children were already dressed for school, making her appearance in a see-through nightgown stand out. 

Alan said, "Wow, Mom, you look great and she hurried right past where they sat in the dining room and bee-lined to the kitchen. 

But before she could get past, Katherine said, "Hey, Mom, not so fast. Aren't you going to show yourself off for inspection?" 

Susan stopped before she reached the kitchen counter, but kept her back turned to her children. "Inspection? I don't know anything about an inspection." 

"Sure, Mom," Katherine said. "We have to see if that outfit is Alan-worthy." 

Susan slowly turned her head around but tried to keep her pussy and tits from being seen. "Alan-worthy?" 

"Yeah. Does it make him hard? Brother's totally flaccid right now, so this is a perfect time to test." She teached over where her brother was sitting and started to unzip his shorts. 

"Um, Sis, there's a good reason why I'm flaccid. My penis is feeling overtaxed. Almost numb, in fact. Cumming again would not be a good idea." 

"Who said anything about cumming? Let's just see if we can get your little soldier to salute. Mom, stand right here and let's see how your outfit rates on the ol' stiff-o-meter."

So Susan stood in front of her children, blushing and looking away in mortal shame. She was so nervous that she kept shifting her feet back and forth, causing her tits to wobble and showing off her long legs. "Angel, please! Can I go now?" 

Katherine looked at her brother's penis. "Wait a sec... Nope. Still no response." 

"Oh, poo! Please! I have to cook. I don't have time for this Mickey Mouse." 

Katherine frowned. "You're right. This thing is dead as a doornail. Looks like we're going to have to go for the nuclear option." She leaned forward and whispered in her brother's ear, but loud enough so that her mother could just hear, "Brother, see that dark brown furry patch between Mom's legs? How would you like some of that?" 

Alan protested, "SIs, I don't-" 

But she ignored him and continued, "There's a real tight, hot hole right there. How would you like to slide your big pole right into her swampy wetness and take her, make her your slut? You know she wants it. Just look at her, look how wet she's getting and her pussy gets all lubed up in preparation for swallowing up your hot-" 

Susan cried out, "Angel! NO! We can't talk about that. You're breaking the rules!" But even as she protested, her body was sending out other signals. Her body had been fidgety, but now she was panting and heaving all over and her blush spread down to her chest. 

Katherine looked down at her brother's crotch. "Oh! Goody! Houston, we have lift-off. I knew that would work." 

Susan looked at her son's instant erection and sighed. "Angel, you're incorrigible. That was so improper." She stomped to the kitchen trying to look mad. 

But that was just a show. Katherine had opened a mental door for Susan that generally remained closed most all the time: the possibility of having full intercourse with her son. For the rest of the morning, she was on edge, in deep mental turmoil. The fact that Katherine lightly stroked Alan's erection every now and then, not to make it cum but just to keep it "hard and happy," only frustrated Susan even more. 

Susan considered ordering Alan to tuck his erection away, if only so she could cool down before she did something rash. But she decided that since it was a Tuesday, she didn't want to be discouraging. She made a note to chasize her daughter later, however. 

She grew wetter and wetter, and that made her think about how the wetness was lubrication to help a dick slide into her pussy, and that thought just caused her to get wetter still. She'd also been keeping some of Alan's cum from the blowjob earlier tucked away in a corner of her mouth and the constant taste of his seed nearly caused her to drop to her knees with orgasmic abandon. 

All the while, she was careful not to clean up her inner thighs. The whole time she cooked breakfast, her juices continued to roll down her legs and drip onto the floor. She loved it, even though it distressed her that Katherine might see her wetness too. My virile, well-hung son keeps me in a state of perpetual wetness and arousal, ready to swallow cock at a moment's notice. It just seems so right! It must be part of God's mysterious plan.

By the time her children were ready to go to school, Susan was as hot as an oven. As Alan stood at the front door with his backpack, ready to say his usual good-bye, Susan surprised him again at the door by kissing him on the mouth. She knew it was yet another boundary violation, but she couldn't resist for one reason: she still had a bit of his cum in her mouth. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 15



To his great surprise, she fed some of it into his mouth, almost causing him to gag. But it was just a little bit, no more than a few drops' worth. She just wanted him to know that she'd been keeping it and savoring it all through breakfast. 

Alan's face was noncommittal after the kiss ended. With his lips still close to hers, he sniffed her face and realized that his suspicion was correct and said, "Mom, your whole face smells like my cum." 

She smiled shyly. "You noticed. You don't mind? It's just that I love your cum so much." 

This was true. She dreamed that she could soak in a pool his cum, gulping it down her throat by the glassful. She also loved cleaning Alan's bed sheets, something she did every day now that there were so many wet stains to get cleaned. She would always inhale the smell of the wet patches as long as she could - it was a way to have Alan at home even while he was at school. 

Alan slung his backpack over his shoulder as he made to go. He wondered what to say. "Um, no. I don't mind. It does seem kind of, well, unusual, but... Hey, I gotta get going. See you later!" 

She stepped forward and gave him another kiss on the lips with a lot of tongue action. This time, she stroked the considerable bulge in his shorts. She cooed, "Tiger, I don't know about letting you to go to school like this, all bursting with spermy goodness. Are you sure you don't want Mommy to take care of it? So what if you're a little late? I can drop to my knees right now." 

Alan looked his mother up and down, lusting for her in her see-through nightie. But he was forced to say, "Mom, I'd totally love that, but I gotta listen to my penis and it's saying that it needs a rest. As soon as I start off for school I'm sure my boner will go down and I'll be fine." 

"You sure?" She still rubbed his bulge. 

"Yep." 

"Positive?" She squeezed and rubbed it even more vigorously. 

"Definitely." 

She finally let go, looking crestfallen. 

Alan was distraught too, but his penis was sending him signals telling him that he really had no choice but to give it a rest. As he finally left the house, he thought, How can I ever leave this house on my own free will? It's just too much fun, especially now that Ron's gone. Thank God for Glory to give me something to look forward to; otherwise going to school in the morning would be pure torture. 

CHAPTER 8

The rest of the day passed quickly enough for Alan, sped along by another glorious lunch time blowjob from Glory. But he unexpectedly lost control after only five minutes or so and blew his load into Glory's mouth. 

To his surprise, Glory suggested that he go and show his face at the school cafeteria. She constantly worried about getting caught and figured he was spending so much time with her that it was getting too suspicious. 

He excused himself not long after and spent the rest of the lunch eating with his friends Sean and Peter. He would have rather spent the time with Glory just chatting, but he felt the need to make some face time with his friends. 

On particularly sexually promising days like Tuesdays, sometimes he was dying of anticipation to hurry home, while other times he was deeply content. For most of the day he was deeply content, until the time to be going home drew nearer. 

He played another couple hours of his tennis round robin, but by then he really wanted to hurry home. He knew his mother was waiting with her eager hands and warm mouth. He was so keen on getting home that he tore through his opponents and won all three matches. He was done before anyone else, less than an hour after school had finished.

Back home, Susan took off all of her clothes as soon as her two children left for school. Suzanne didn't come over at all, since Susan indicated she wanted the others to make themselves scarce on Tuesdays. So Susan walked around in the buff all morning long. She luxuriated in the freedom of complete nakedness, and spent much of the time fucking herself with her fingers, wherever she wanted to do it. 

She let the answer machine take all the messages so reality wouldn't have to intrude. But she did have one appointment she couldn't miss. So she went shopping and ran a few errands for an hour or two. When she got back she thought she could have a "normal" day until Alan got back. But the idea of him coming home with a hard, cum-filled erection got her so excited that she was naked and masturbating within five minutes of getting back home. 

By the time Alan got home, her pussy was sore and her hands were exhausted. But all that was just a prelude for what she hoped would be an afternoon filled with cocksucking. She felt like she had the first Tuesday she'd sucked and stroked Alan - she barely had any restraints on her behavior, but she loved it. She hoped he would have the self-control needed for the both of them.

Susan was so excited that she waited near the front entrance for Alan to arrive. Even though Alan came home earlier than expected because of the quick tennis games, she was already there, waiting.

She was dressed in a robe and sat seductively posing for him, playing with her long brown hair. "How was your day at school, Tiger?" She said that just like any mother welcoming a teenaged son home, except that she opened her robe and opened her legs as she said it.

Alan's eyes went back and forth between her breasts and bush. "It's been a very interesting and good day, especially before I went to school," he replied as he dropped his shorts and his hard rod sprang straight out. "You wouldn't believe it, but this totally hot woman sucked me off before breakfast. It was like she was some kind of cock-hungry alarm clock."

"That woman wouldn't have happened to be your endlessly horny mother, would it?" She wrapped her hands around his stiff penis, and drew her mouth to it.

"Why, as a matter of fact it was."

"I don't know what's with that woman," she said, smiling. "She's just crazy for your cock." She sank his penis deep into her mouth. Her tongue circled and circled around it, as if she was tracing the striped pattern on a candy cane.

Susan was getting much better at her blowjobs. Her shopping trip wasn't all business - she bought some books on how to better pleasure a man, and immediately put some of what she learned to use. Before Alan left for school she told him she would buy kneepads as something to say to excite him. But in fact she really did buy some of those as well. She didn't know if she'd ever use them, as the house had plush carpeting everywhere, but she wanted to be ready for any occasion. She rather hoped that she would be on her knees so much in so many different locations that she really would need them.

She played with his balls with skill and purpose, thanks to what she'd just read in her new book purchases. She remembered to stick a finger in his anus as well, like she had done a few nights before. But now she knew to look for the prostate gland and how best to stimulate it. 

She rubbed her hands all over herself as she blew him, and even fingered her pussy some. She did that as much as she thought she could get away with without Alan noticing, since she was trying to pretend that she was in control of her desires and doing this just for his benefit. At first there were just a few light passes with her hand, but by the end she threw caution to the wind and rubbed herself openly. The whole blowjob was quick. Susan wanted his cum, and fast, and was ready to use every trick she knew to get a big mouthful of cum.

She said to him when they were done, "I hope you enjoyed that, because you're going to need to get used to it. I plan to feast on your penis every day, God help me! If I'm going to Hell, I might as well enjoy the way down."

Alan had a strong desire to kiss her on the lips in response, but realized he was bizarrely still (mostly) barred from doing that. He moved his mouth towards her to test if she would allow a kiss, but she turned her face away. So he gave her a peck on the cheek instead, saying, "I love you, Mom. You're the best mother any kid could ever have. How can you say you're gonna go to Hell for doing this, when it's what the nurse and the doctor want? Don't judge yourself so harshly."

Susan sighed. "I don't know if it's harsh, but I just can't take it any more. I've been trying to hide my desire and show restraint." She added sarcastically, "You can see what a great job I've been doing the last couple of days. ... But I've been getting so horny just waiting for you to come home." 

About the only "productive" thing Susan did since coming home from her shopping trip was reading bits and pieces of the sex books. Of course, that led to more masturbating as she started thinking about doing all the things shown in the books, and she didn't even manage to read very much (mostly just the sections on oral sex).

She continued more urgently, "I won't play any more games; I'm not just helping you, I NEED your penis. Every day! You have needs, medical needs, but I have needs too. Life is just better with the taste of your cock in my mouth. I need to suck your cock. Please give it to me. Give it to me again right now!" As she finished saying this, she drew near him and made a desperate, begging face.

"Okay, Mom," Alan replied, more than a little overwhelmed. "Sure. I'd love that. I need a little time to get it back up again though. But are you open to taking things farther?"

"Alan!" she admonished him. "I'm your mother! Don't even think such improper thoughts!" 

Alan privately rolled his eyes at the contradictions in her logic, but he was happy nonetheless at what she wanted to do. If she wanted to do nothing but suck his penis all the time, he was happy to go along with that, at least for a while, until he could push for more. 

CHAPTER 9

Alan knew his penis was in no shape to get erect again any time soon, so he took a nap. He was exhausted from the two days of tennis, not to mention all the sexual activity, and he figured he would sleep a long time. 

While he was sleeping, the doorbell at the front of house rang and Susan went to see who it was. Guests were so rare and unexpected lately that she had to quickly change from her robe into some more respectable clothes grabbed from the underwear cabinet.

Susan opened the door and saw Heather standing there. They'd never spoken to each other before, but Susan knew of her and recognized her, just as she knew of almost all of Alan and/or Katherine's acquaintances at school. She'd heard a lot of unfavorable gossip about Heather, but still knew nothing of the cheerleader's recent sexual antics or anything about any painting of panties. 

Susan was momentarily shocked at the way Heather was dressed: tight short shorts and a white top so small that it was left to the bra underneath to cover up some of her boobs. But then Susan remembered that this was how Heather dressed all the time. The cheerleader was locally famous for her looks and the way she flaunted them.

"Hi Mrs. Plummer," the knockout cheerleader said. "Is Alan at home? We have plans to study together this afternoon." Recalling her last beach encounter with him, she added as a private joke to herself, "It's a cram session." 

"Oh," Susan said, chagrined. Having a guest over meant everyone had to behave completely normally until the person left, and she wasn't happy about that, especially on a Tuesday. But she did her best to hide it. In a happier voice, she went on, "Hi Heather. He's here. I'm afraid though that he's taking a nap."

Heather looked at her watch. "This is the time we're supposed to start studying. It's for a class project; very important stuff. I'd better go and check if he's up yet. I'm sure he set his alarm or something, 'cos he knows I'm coming at this time."

Susan looked at her dumbly as what Heather was saying sank in. "Study? You two are going to study? TODAY?!"

Heather looked at her a bit puzzled. "Uh, yeah. Is there a problem with that?"

Susan felt crushed. How can I suck my Tiger when SHE'S here? Doesn't he know it's Tuesday? Doesn't he want to play with me all afternoon? ... On the other hand, maybe he's trying to be responsible. He does have to study, even on Tuesdays. And he said this is a tough week. Maybe he has some stuff due tomorrow. I wish he would have told me, though. 

Susan suppressed a heavy sigh and screwed on a smiling face. "Oh. Okay. Come on in. Would you like something to drink or eat?" She led Heather into the interior of the house.

"No thanks. I want to make the most of our study time together. I'll just go check on him now, if that's okay."

"Sure thing. Up the stairs, first door to the left."

"Thanks! By the way, nice house." Heather hadn't known that Alan practically lived in a mansion, with a big pool in the backyard.

As Heather walked away, wiggling her tightly clad ass, Susan fretted. Oh dear. How can I compete with that young bit of fluff? Susan in her modesty didn't realize that she was even more attractive than Heather. I hope Alan doesn't spend his Tuesday afternoon lusting after that girl instead of me. With the way she's dressed, he's bound to get a hard-on, and then there won't be anyone available to help him out! Oh no! He might have to go for hours hard as a steel bar while he's trying to work and there's nothing I can do about it. Poor dear!

In recent days Heather had peppered Katherine and even Kim with questions about Alan, so she gradually figured out details in his life such as the fact that he took naps every afternoon. Getting more energy so he wouldn't have to take such naps was the supposed purpose of his unusual medical treatments, but there didn't seem to be any effect on his nap habit so far. Heather had timed her visit to catch him in bed, and she did.

Heather walked into Alan's room without knocking, and found him still dozing. Of course there was no study session as Heather never studied: that was just an excuse to get past his mother. She carefully pulled back his covers without waking him, and saw to her delight that he was sleeping naked. Better yet, his penis was hard. She got between his legs and began stroking it. Within a minute or so, the workings of her hands caused him to wake up.

"Who? ... What? ..." He looked up. "HEATHER?!" He was so surprised to see her there that he practically screamed her name at the top of his lungs.

"Sssh," she said. "We're supposed to be studying, after all."

"Heather! Oh my God! You can't be here. This isn't happening!"

"I am, and it is," she giggled. "What's the problem? You don't like being woken this way? Any guy in school would kill for me to do this to them, and I picked you. So enjoy it." She went back to stroking his rod.

He couldn't help his first thought: Wow. Woken up by a sex act twice in one day. And by my mother and the head cheerleader! 

But even as Alan began to feel exquisite pleasures through his penis, he started to think of all the reasons why Heather being here was a bad idea. We could get caught. I'll bet the door isn't locked. Anyone could come in. Or someone could overhear. Chances are someone WILL come in within the next hour. Perhaps Suzanne will come by, if only to check on my orgasm chart. Shit! What if I'd said her name, or even worse, my mother or sister's name, before I saw it was Heather?  

My God, the possibilities for Heather finding out that I'm committing incest are endless! For instance, what if she came to the house an hour earlier, when Mom was giving me a blowjob? It's total luck that I at least somewhat aired out the room and the whole place doesn't smell like an ocean of cum. Oh my God! She could even look at the orgasm chart on the back of my door! We can't have strangers in this house. I've got to get her out, and fast!

Heather suddenly stopping jacking his penis, and stood up next to the bed. "Don't worry, Alan; I didn't come here to give you a handjob."

"You didn't?" he asked, suddenly disappointed that she'd stopped.

"Of course not. Not when I can have you fuck me instead." As she said this, she pulled on her shirt, already hanging above her tits, and lifted it completely over her head. Her bra came off next. Then she squeezed out of her tight shorts, revealing nothing underneath.

But even as she got naked, a new sense of fear washed through Alan, and he said in a voice soft but determined, "No! We can't do that! You shouldn't have come here uninvited. It's a bad idea. A really bad idea. I'm sorry, but you have to go." 

He wondered how he could create a distraction and take the orgasm chart down before she noticed it. It was clearly labeled: "My Daily Orgasms." He was afraid to even furtively glance at it for fear that would draw her attention to it. 

Heather put her hands on her naked hips and said testily, "Alan, just what the hell is wrong with you? The most beautiful girl in school is standing here practically begging you to fuck her, and you just say no thanks, get lost? You're really starting to bug me. I thought we had a really good time at my house after the Baskin Robbins meeting, and I expected you to come back for more. But it's been like a week, and you haven't. I feel gypped after meeting you at the beach over the weekend and not being able to do it again. I KNOW you wanted to do me then. We're long overdue for another fucking. I came here 'cos I wanted to give you a good, long fuck. But this is the response I get? Are you gay or something? Seriously!"

Alan knew he couldn't have Heather turn against him. She was difficult enough to deal with when she was happy; he hated to imagine her vengeful. "No Heather, it's not like that. You are one of the most beautiful girls in school, and God, I'd love to fuck you so bad. But I have to be careful. Let's fuck. Let's do it, but somewhere else. We can go to your house right now. But no way can we do it here. My room is like Grand Central Station. People come and go all the time without knocking. I can't get caught!"

She felt slightly better about that, but still asked, "So then why haven't you come to my room then? I told you, you could come in the back window any time, day or night."

Alan couldn't tell her the main reason - that she scared him with her power games and love of risks. Plus, the other women in his life were keeping him constantly satisfied. But he could tell her a less important and still honest reason. "Heather, can't you see I'm chicken when it comes to getting caught? You said your dad was like a body builder and would crush me if he saw me."

"Did I say that?" She smiled, delighted. It seemed to Alan that she relished the memory of scaring him. "Oh yeah, I guess I did. Frank's a big, strong guy. I'm disappointed in you. What's life without a little risk? Besides, I live a charmed life. I never get caught on anything. I'm sure we can fuck right now, since I'm already here, and it will be just fine. Relax." She made a move to crawl back into his bed, but he got in the way.

"No. Really! You may be charmed, but I'm not." Even as Alan said this, it occurred to him how wrong that assessment was. Actually, I'm probably the luckiest, most charmed guy on the planet, at least these last couple of weeks. But that's beside the point. Heather could still ruin everything. My luck can't last forever. 

Knowing that she wasn't going to leave unsatisfied, he suggested, "Let's go to some remote park or some place like that, and do it there. But no way can we do it here. It's far too dangerous!"

Saying "too dangerous" was a big mistake. It was like throwing a juicy T-bone steak in front of a hungry dog. Heather practically clapped her hands together in glee. "Alan, we're doing it here, and that's final. We can be very quiet and put a chair in front of the door or something."




Six Times a Day Pt. 16



Part 16: When Will I Be Loved?

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them.
The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 6)

After a remarkable Tuesday, Alan needed to take it easy for a while. As he awoke, visions of the previous day flooded his thoughts. Between the memories of fucking Heather and getting repeatedly blown by his mother, he was hard in seconds.

He recalled his mother's "cock hungry alarm clock" treatment, and looked around, half-expecting to see her there. Unfortunately, he found himself alone. He remained in his bed and waited until his penis had calmed down before leaving his room to take a shower. 

During breakfast, Susan didn't dress provocatively or act out of the ordinary. She did seem slightly embarrassed, and avoided direct eye contact with him. 

Alan thought to himself, I'll bet this is just a passing phase. She's just freaked out at what a total nympho she was yesterday. She needs some time to absorb that. But that was her true nature. I imagine she'll be begging to suck my cock before night falls 

Katherine normally teased him a little when Susan wasn't around, but unfortunately their mother was almost always close by. So it was a tame morning. Alan left for school without a single orgasm. 

During Glory's history class, Christine told Alan that she wanted to speak to him when the class was over. 

So, to his teacher's deep disappointment, he signaled that he had to go but would be back soon. Alan was even more disappointed than Glory was - the lack of a morning climax had him dying for penis relief from the increasingly growing sexual tension.  

As Alan walked down the hallway with his former crush, Christine said to him, "I can't believe I'm actually speaking to you in the flesh. You've been so hard to reach lately. Are we still friends? Did what happened to us a while back, did that ruin everything?" 

"No. No, it didn't." 

"Did our date of sorts ruin things? I was just trying to reestablish our friendship, I hope I didn't mess things up even more." 

"No, the date was great. No problem at all. It's just that... You may have noticed that I've been hard to reach for everyone lately." 

She arched an eyebrow. "That's an understatement! You're always out of sight the instant class is over. No one even sees you during lunch. People are starting to talk. What's going on?" 

"I'm just really, really busy. Lots of things happening at home..." He thought, That is technically true. If she only knew what kinds of things. 

"It's not all just because you're trying to avoid me, is it? I'm wondering if I'm the cause of this. I really regret everything that happened before. Can't we start over, with a blank slate?" 

"That would be great. Let's do that. Just as friends. You were right that the romance idea wasn't smart. But I'd love to spend more time with you and go on a second non-date date, if you know what I mean. I'll give you a call. Okay? How about this weekend?" 

"Yeah, okay. Let's do it!" 

She sounded enthusiastic, but actually she was a bit disappointed. Their "non-romantic" date had gone so well that she was starting to warm up to the idea of going on a real romantic date. However, Alan seemed very firm on not getting involved. Still, she looked forward to the weekend plans and hoped to further test his feelings and see if they had a spark. 

After Alan walked away from Christine, he pondered the notion of getting something sexual going with her after all. But he dismissed the idea almost as soon as he thought of it. 

He thought, No way am I going to go through that agony again just to be shot down and probably destroy our friendship for good. Plus, I've got so many women on my mind and in my life, I just can't deal with another. Christine is a Nordic blonde goddess and she still turns me on in a big way, but she's so sexually inexperienced. She's still the "Ice Queen" and as far as I know, she hasn't even kissed a guy yet. 

I'm so totally spoiled that when I hang out with a beautiful woman, I expect a handjob the way others expect a hello. It would be unfair of me to drag such an innocent girl down into my den of iniquity, incest, and multiple partners. She'd be better off without me. She needs to find some pure and innocent guy just like her. I can't give the women I'm already with the time or love they deserve, so to add one more would just be criminal and unfair for everybody. 

Disappointed, Christine wandered around the cafeteria during her favorite part of the school day. It wasn't the food she looked forward to but the chance to learn all the latest gossip. From a very young age, her parents had imprinted in her brain the saying that "knowledge is power." Christine had taken the love of learning to heart, which was a big reason why she excelled in her studies so well. But it also meant that she liked to hear everything about everybody at school. And since she didn't have much of a social life of her own, she could live vicariously through others. 

To get the best gossip, Christine had formed a spy network of sorts known as the "goody goody" network by those who knew of its existence at all (Alan, a social outsider, was completely oblivious to all of this). 

Christine was too much of the "Ice Queen" to have lots of friends, but she'd taken advantage of her reputation as the top ranking female student in academics as well as her reputation as a paragon of morality and purity to form her own clique of like-minded girls. 

She was thus linked in with a surprisingly large group of girls who did well in school and were also "pure" and usually virgins, although often not by choice. They might have been considered female geeks, but Christine was so drop dead gorgeous that no one considered her a geek. Christine's high social standing rubbed off on them the more she associated with them. 

Their reputation as "goody goodies" meant that they were scorned by the most elite of in-groups, the clique that those in the know called "the blondies." Heather was at the center of this all-female group and her followers tried to emulate her, even down to most of them dying their hair to look more like her. Since Heather was their role model, they celebrated immorality and hedonism, living a wild life of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Most were barely passing their classes. 

But like Christine, Heather was also aware that knowledge is power, and used her followers to try to learn everything about everyone. Heather's grades were entirely lackluster because she didn't care about academics, but she could be very smart when she put her mind to it. 

As a result, the "goody goodies" and "blondies" couldn't have been more different. The "goody goodies" spent much of their time trying to figure out what the "blondies" were doing, but the "blondies" didn't much care about the "goody goodies" since they generally lived pretty boring lives and weren't socially important enough to be a threat. Heather considered only Christine herself potentially dangerous enough to be worth keeping tabs on. 

Christine got her food tray and sat down at "her" table in the cafeteria. Boys were mostly oblivious to the vicious power struggles between the girls but if one wanted to understand the power structure one only had to look at where people sat at lunch. Christine's table was a minor power center and it was hard to get a seat there, but it was also quite far from Heather's table, which was like the U.N. Security Council of school politics, except a lot more vicious. 

As Christine sat down, she looked to her "lieutenants" in her network who were already there. She sat across from Michelle, one of her key aides due to her unusually good connections to the football team and the "blondies" and asked, "Hey Michelle. So, what's up? What's the latest scuttlebutt?" 

Michelle was bubbly with excitement. She had news about Alan Plummer and she knew that Christine always liked that, especially lately. "All the girls are talking about your hot date." 

Christine blanched and froze in mid-reach for her fork. "What? I told you it was a completely platonic thing!" 

"No, girl, I don't mean your date itself, nobody cares much about that or even knows about it outside of your good friends here. No, I mean the guy from the date, Alan." 

Christine visibly relaxed and tried to act more nonchalant. "Oh really? What about him?" 

Michelle grew more excited. "Well, there are even MORE rumors about him today. Further confirmation that he is gettin' it on!" She said "he is gettin' it on" in a sassy, streetwise tone and shook her head from side to side while wriggling her shoulders as she said it. 

Christine leaned forward and then others sitting nearby all leaned in. "Well? Don't stop there." 

Michelle pulled back, suddenly more hesitant. "Mind you, these are just rumors. I haven't been able to put it all together, but there's something happening between him and the cheerleader squad. Something sexual." 

"The squad?!" Christine asked incredulously. "You're not talking about merely one person but the whole group?" She sat back. "I don't believe it. The WHOLE squad?" 

"Uh-huh. The main thing is, he's just a nerd, right? But all the members of the squad are suddenly talking about him like he's the cock of the walk. Where did that come from? Like yesterday, Tina was clever enough to ask that cheerleader Kim what she thought about Alan, and Kim totally blushed and got all nervous. What's up with that?" 

Tina was sitting a few seats away at the same table and said, "Uh-huh! It's true! I mean, her reaction was EXTREME. So I asked Janice and Joy about him, and they were kinda all weird too. And you already know that Amy has been wandering around in a daze talking about how "dreamy" he is. Of course there's no point in talking to Katherine since she doesn't really play into this as his sister. And no one's going to dare talk to Heather." 

Michelle picked up where Tina left off. "HOWEVER, remember that Heather was seen at the beach talking to Alan in a friendly manner. Heather! Friendly! Actually, even more than friendly if you believe the girl who claims to have seen it. She was actually flirting with him big time!" 

Another girl at the table said, "Hold on. This is HEATHER we're talking about! Everyone knows she's a shoo-in to be the Homecoming Queen this year." No one needed to mention what a blow to Heather's chances it would be in that contest if she started publicly associating with nerds like Alan, even if just for a laugh. 

Christine crisply said, "I think I know who Heather is, thank you very much. .... I do have to admit that something strange is going on. But Michelle, why are you so convinced that it involves more than one girl? Maybe he and Amy have started some kind of secret relationship. That would be a logical deduction." 

Michelle's eyes were sparkling with excitement. She leaned in even more and her voice took on conspiratorial overtones. "A-ha! Furthermore, a brother of a friend told me that the other day he was standing near Alan and a couple of other guys when Kim and Janice bent over right in from of them to pick up their pom-poms and you could see their butts. Alan mumbled to himself, 'Dang, I'm such a lucky bastard.'" 

Another girl at the table pointed out, "It could just mean he considered himself lucky to get a free peek of that." 

Michelle replied, "But you had to be there, from what I'm told. Apparently he blushed and had this hand-caught-in-the-cookie-jar expression, like a big secret of his had been exposed. Everyone there thought it was really odd." 

Her face lit up. "But wait! Here's where it gets REALLY good! I don't want to name names, but earlier today one of Amy's closest friends got all confidential with her and prodded her to come clean about her secret relationship with him. She replied, and I quote, 'Just between you and me, no, sadly I'm not his girlfriend. At least not yet.' She sighed then her face lit up and said, 'But I do like to play with his thingy!' Then they had a conversation in the strictest secrecy about his 'thingy.' She hinted that it's very 'needy' and that she's hardly the only one who plays with it." 

Christine looked up and down at all the girls listening intently and snorted, "So much for 'strictest secrecy.'" 

Michelle pointed out, "You always say that information wants to be free, right? But anyways, put together Amy and others having fun with his 'thingy' and the cheerleaders not counting Katherine suddenly acting strange when asked about him, and what do you get?" 

Christine shot her down. "AlI I get is one girl with an overactive imagination who's jumping to conclusions. Get real! I could believe that Alan might be playing around a bit with Amy. After all, they've been friends and next door neighbors for a long time. But he's such an upstanding guy. I can't imagine him playing around with more than one girl at a time. Frankly, I find it a bit hard to see him with a girlfriend at all. And you all know how stuck up the cheerleaders are. I could see them being cordial since he's Katherine's brother, but that's it." 

"But Kim totally blushed when asked about him," Michele pointed out. 

"Kim's a lesbian, for crying out loud!" Christine complained. "Everyone knows that. Why would someone like that, and on the cheerleading squad to boot, get involved with a relative nobody?" 

Michelle dropped what she considered to be her bombshell. "What if his quote 'thingy' unquote was absolutely freakin' HUGE?! Even a lesbian might get a little bit curious." 

Christine was incredulous. "Okay, Now you've completely gone off the deep end. Give me a break!" 

"Hey, all I know is that Amy's not so trustworthy friend said that Amy made some big hints in that direction. And it all makes sense. When have you ever heard of Heather being honest-to-God friendly with a guy unless she wants something from him or, especially, wants to have sex with him? We all know Heather is nothing like the sexually innocent priss that the clueless people in school think that she is. What else could she possibly want from ALAN of all people unless he has a giant rocket in his pocket? Remember, she was seen flirting with him." 

Christine sat back. "Huh. I have to admit it is a bit intriguing. Still, it's just speculation piled on speculation. For starters, we can't actually confirm if Heather was flirting with him or not. I'd say it's a lot more likely she just deigned to talk to him just long enough to rip him a new asshole and taunt him with that 'you want it but you're never gonna get it' attitude of hers." 

Tina spoke up. "True. But IF Heather was trying to get into Alan's pants, wouldn't that be the news of the year? Queen bitch of the universe plus teacher's pet nerd equals luuuuvvv! Ha ha!" 

The whole table burst into laughter and catcalls about that prospect. They all hated Heather, so any gossip that could take her down a notch was very appreciated. 

The gossip exchange after that drifted on to different topics. But Christine only pretended interest while she ruminated about the gossip over Alan. She found herself more than a little bit disturbed by it all, especially the probability that something was happening between him and Amy. She'd assumed that if she ever changed her mind about him, he'd still be there, ready and waiting for her. But now she was painfully discovering that this was no longer true. 

CHAPTER 2 

Alan flew back to Glory's class room minutes later. He knocked on the door and she unlocked it, but then said, "Don't come in just yet." A few moments later, she said, "Okay, you can come in." 

He opened the door, slipped inside, and carefully locked it behind him. He found his favorite teacher sitting on her desk, naked except for stockings, garter belt, and fancy underwear. She always liked to wear fancy, frilly things to her classes. She pretended to be shocked to see him and ineffectively covered her tits with an arm.

"What are you doing here? Don't look at your teacher that way! I was just changing. I hope you're not planning on taking advantage of me!" 

He could tell she was eager to begin some more role playing. They had gotten into the acting out of fantasies lately. 

He smiled, and then pretended to be shocked too. "Ms. Rhymer? Oh my God! You're naked! I can't believe my favorite teacher is a slut! I'm shocked!" 

"I'm not a slut. I was just changing! Really! I wasn't masturbating while thinking about you. Oops! I shouldn't have said that. Okay, so maybe I'm not totally innocent, but you won't say anything will you? You won't tell your friends about this, will you? You're my teacher's pet, right? You'll be good, won't you?" 

"I was your teacher's pet. Now it's more of the case that you'll be my student's pet. I might be quiet, in return for, shall we say ... certain favors." He walked toward her in a menacing manner. 

"Oh no! What do you mean? Do you want a good grade? I'll give you an A! I promise." 

"I'm already getting an A. No, I want something else. I want you!" 

"Alan! No!" she shrieked. He planted his lips on hers and the two of them kissed madly, turned on by the pretended drama. 

Before long, Alan found his teacher's mouth around his penis. He grabbed her head and moved it forward and back on his tool, though she didn't really need the help. 

She continued with the act. "If I suck you like this..." She slurped and licked and breathed raggedly. "Will you, will you promise not to tell anyone?" Freed from talking, she took him in deeper.

"I don't know. It depends. It all depends how good you can blow me."

Glory was giving a truly incredible blowjob. She really acted as if her life depended upon it, and between her enthusiasm and his lack of a morning climax, he gave up a heated, heavy load within minutes.

Since there was still considerable time left for lunch, the two of them quickly gulped down their lunches and idly chatted while his penis recovered. Then they resumed their role playing. 

Alan clapped his hands, signaling that they were back in their roles. "Okay, teacher, or should I call you my penis slave? What are you going to do to prevent me from telling everyone what I saw when I came in here?"

"Now just a minute, young man. You're a very nice boy. I'm very proud at what an upstanding, well-behaved gentleman you are. Certainly you're not going to blackmail me? Aren't I more than just a teacher to you? Aren't we good friends?"

Glory's plea was so heartfelt that Alan almost failed to believe she was play acting. Further, he was such a softy that he could hardly continue after such an appeal. However, he forced himself.

"Glory, you know I like you very much. That's why this pains me. But if I don't teach you a lesson, someone much more unscrupulous will. Now crawl over here and stuff this thing in your mouth."




Six Times a Day Pt. 16



"Crawl? Why, young man -"

"Hey. Do as you're told. This is for your own good. You're a horny little slut, but I'm going to cure you with my cock. So do it. Now."

Glory rolled her eyes. "Alan, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but treat your teacher with at least some respect, okay?"

He realized she was momentarily stepping out of her role to complain. Oops. Guess I went too far on that one. Crawling is pretty demeaning. "Okay, then turn around and present that ass of yours to me. And call me sir."

"Yes, sir!"

She eagerly presented her naked ass in his direction. "How is that, sir?"

"Very good." He pondered his next move. He considered fucking her in the ass, but found the idea disgusting. He thought about putting his face there, but found that distasteful too. Lacking any other ideas, he just rubbed his hands over her cheeks.

The rubbing didn't seem to be worthy of the way she'd dramatically presented her ass to him, so he stuck a finger up her anus and poked it in and out for a couple of minutes.

"Is that all you know what to do with an ass?" Glory asked with amusement.

"Hey. You're ruining my fantasy."

"Oh. Sorry." She indeed was genuinely sorry. Her attempt at gentle teasing went over as poorly as his crawling idea.

"That should be: 'sorry, sir.' You don't know how to properly address me. Get over here and put this in your mouth while you contemplate your mistakes."

"Yes sir!" She scooted over (but didn't exactly crawl) and popped his penis in her mouth. 

They continued like that for the remainder of the lunch period. She mostly jacked or sucked him off. Although there were times when her mouth was free and they talked some more about her imaginary blackmail punishment. Alan got a big kick out of that, and it appeared Glory did too. 

But there wasn't any deep throating. Alan guessed that maybe she would save that for his reward after the tennis tournament. 

Alan, though, was anything but passive. He was learning not to just sit back and revel in a good blowjob. Instead, he actively worked his hands and mouth on whatever part of her body that he could reach. By the end of lunch period, the both of them had worked up quite a sweat, but they loved it. Alan found it extremely difficult to leave Glory and attend his next class, and she found it equally difficult to resume teaching. He was frustrated that he never seemed to have enough time with her. She felt the same.

Still, as fun as the time spent with Glory was, he felt a bit disappointed, especially at the end. As they dressed, Glory said to him, "Seriously, I need to teach you more things to do with an ass. Don't be afraid of it. You have a lot to learn."

Her remark made him feel very much like a kid, especially since he knew she was right.

CHAPTER 3

The tennis competition lasted a long time. So when Alan finally returned home, he fell asleep immediately and napped most of the afternoon away. 

Katherine was overdue for a cocksucking, but Suzanne had "traded" positions with her. The older woman thought it was important that she have some time with him, so when Alan woke up, he found Suzanne there.

"Howdy, partner," she drawled in a Texan accent. "Have a good day?" She sat in the buff across the room, looking very happy and energetic.

"Enh. It's been good. But I guess I'm a bit spoiled. Lately I'm used to great." Alan's penis woke up within seconds after just one look at her, but his mind came around more slowly.

"Let me guess. You had a pretty incredible day with your mom yesterday." She crossed the room from where she'd been sitting and pulled his covers down.

"How did you know?"

"It was a Tuesday. She really has something for Tuesdays. Somehow I suspect she did more than just a simple penis abnormality check." Grasping his penis now, she started stimulating it. Her complete nakedness no longer even merited comment - that's just how things were now around Alan.

He smiled in fond remembrance. "Yes. She sure did." He looked down at her and noticed that she was wearing high heels. That excited him even more.

Suzanne smiled and said, "Playing with Mommy is a lot of fun, I'm sure, but you're not going to forget your old Aunt Suzy, are you?" She double fisted Alan's penis in a fast pumping motion as a helpful reminder of how much fun she could be. The tone of her voice was light, but she was actually quite concerned that Susan was hogging too much of his attention.

"Of course not, Suzanne. First off, you're not old. Second, you're so important to me. I can't even begin to tell you."

"That's nice, and you know how much I love you. But just to remind you what your aunt can do, I'll show you what a titfuck is like." She pulled him up so he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Suzanne, you know I know all about titfucking already. I did it with you already, even. Remember?"

"Sure, but that was Tit Fucking 101. Now you're ready for the advanced course." She pulled out a jar of cream she had brought in anticipation of what they were about to do. "The first thing we have to do is lather these babies up so they're as slippery as a water slide. You want to do the honors?"

"I'd be most delighted. But I still don't see what the difference is." She was silent about what she'd do this time, but confident and knowing, which really piqued his curiosity. He felt like he could spend hours lathering up and playing with her tits, but he hurried it up so he could see what she had in store for him.

Finally everything was ready. Suzanne put his penis in place between her globes and said, "Okay, now you know how I said before that I couldn't lick and titfuck you at the same time, since my boobs are so big?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, that's not entirely true. I can do it, but it's not easy. I'll do it for someone special like you. I'm lucky to have a very dexterous tongue. My tongue can reach out a full inch farther than your mother's can - we've actually tested it recently. I can just barely reach your tip, and she can't."

Suzanne proceeded to demonstrate her combined titfucking and licking skills. With the giant slippery tit-tunnel she'd created, and the flicking of her tongue at the end of each penis stroke, he felt as if the pleasure was more than he could bear.

At first she pressed her tits together with her hands, but Alan soon got the hang of what she wanted and took over that task. With her hands free, she somehow managed to fondle his balls and rub the sensitive underside of his penis at the end of each deep stroke through her cleavage.

Alan was impressed. He'd never had such an intense, multiple stimulation except for Glory's extraordinary deep throats. 

He thought, Suzanne is so incredible. Everything she does - the way she sways her hips as she walks, causing her buttocks to undulate... Man, I could just watch her walk all day! The way she talks with her sultry, whispery voice, the way she smells with her subtle and tasteful perfumes, the way she dresses when in fact she's even wearing clothes, her chestnut brown hair, her green eyes, her ivory skin - God damn! It's all so sexual. She's so kind and cultured. Intelligent, too. And she loves me. That's the best part of all! 

He continued to think as he got high off her titfuck. Her body! Her sexual prowess! This feels soooo fucking good! Fuck, man. I need more of Suzanne in my life. I need more of this. Yes!

She sensed just when he was ready to blow from the tightening of his balls, and switched to sucking him off with a sort of simultaneous tit massage while keeping the lower portion of his penis between the folds of her tit flesh. He gave up an endless geyser of cum. As her mouth overflowed with his seed and it dribbled down her chin. She seductively slipped her fingers all over her slicked up and dripping lips for several minutes, and she nearly fucked her mouth with her fingers in a vain attempt to prolong the experience. 

When it was all over, he said, "Wow, Suzanne. When can we do that again?" She had been completely successful in placing herself at the forefront of Alan's thoughts. She smiled and strode out of his room as naked as when she came in.

Suzanne was relieved. As she sat in the front entrance, putting on some clothes from her drawer in the underwear cabinet, she thought, Take that, Susan! Old Aunt Suzy still has a trick or two up her sleeve. 

The fact is, I haven't even begun to show this boy pleasure. Thanks to my gymnastics training, I can do things with my body that they don't even have in the Kama Sutra. Heh-heh. I'm gonna kill this guy with pleasure! Meanwhile, Susan is still figuring out there's more to life than the missionary position. I'm going to make him more dependent on my body than even his mother's and his sister's. My Sweetie and I - we're gonna run this family.

By dinner time, Alan had only cum three times. He seriously doubted he would reach his daily target. But he was okay with the number, since he'd done it eight times the day before.

Dinner however was a pleasant surprise. Suzanne stayed over to eat, which wasn't particularly unusual lately, but Brenda attended dinner too, and that had never happened before. Alan hadn't realized the card game with Brenda last Wednesday was becoming a regular, weekly social event. Now that Ron was gone, Brenda was having dinner too so everyone could get to know her better.

The dinner was quite the sight for sore eyes. Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, and Brenda were all dressed to please, and they all looked great. There was a certain unstated competition between the well-endowed ladies, a challenge to be the sexiest and prettiest. Alan was the happy beneficiary.

He was a bit surprised that Amy wasn't there as well, but he took that as a good omen. He figured, Suzanne must be behind Amy's absence. She protects Amy from sexual situations. So that means she must think that something sexual will happen tonight. Something with Brenda. No doubt she'll help push things along.

He was right. Suzanne steered the conversation to sex and generally kept it there. She spent much of the dinner discussing the numerous adulterous affairs she'd had over the years, often going into quite graphic detail. 

There were a lot of amusing stories about her schemes and close calls at getting or almost being caught. She always used her wiles and charm to get away, once even convincing a wife that nothing had happened despite being caught naked in her husband's bed by claiming that she was passing by and had a medical emergency and was being tended to in bed until the ambulance came. She was naked due to a high fever. It was wildly implausible, but Suzanne could almost be hypnotically convincing if she really put her mind to it. 

She made a point to emphasize how each lover failed to measure up to Alan, even when this wasn't true. For instance, she'd had more skilled lovers, and more endowed lovers, but she purposely hyped him up for Brenda. Sensing that Brenda was a natural submissive, she kept emphasizing how dominant and controlling Alan was, even though, more often than not, he was just going along for the ride.

Her words not only pushed all of Brenda's buttons, but aroused everyone else. The entire room smelled of aroused pussy before dinner even ended. In particular, Brenda's quite pungent and wet pussy smell became known to everyone, to her growing embarrassment.

After dinner, Susan brought out the cake she and Alan had made the night before. 

Alan mentioned cryptically, "If you all only knew how this cake came to be made, you wouldn't believe it." 

Susan turned a flushed cherry red. 

The others tried to goad him into telling more, their curiosity driven by Susan's strong reaction, but he wouldn't talk. He hadn't meant to even say that much, but it had slipped out.

As the dessert ended, everyone remained at the table and started playing cards. But there was much less card playing and much more giggling and gossiping, influenced by the drinking of wine. Most of the talk was about sex, the travails of having big boobs, and Alan, or some combination. 

As the atmosphere grew more comfortable, Susan, Katherine, and Suzanne told Brenda of various erotic encounters they'd had with Alan, causing the females to grow even hornier with each passing moment. 

But each one made certain to only pick relatively tame stories that didn't reflect too "negative" of an image upon themselves. They all thought it prudent to maintain the illusion that they didn't really enjoy helping Alan out sexually, but were forced to do it because of his medical treatment. For instance, Suzanne told the story of how she first jacked Alan off by pretending to show him Internet porn. Such stories reinforced the notion that Alan was controlling and "forcing" the others to pleasure him, which secretly drove Brenda wild. 

Actually, Brenda's feelings were hardly a secret to anyone, given the way she kept staring at Alan and his crotch like she was liable to up and ravage him at any moment.

The woman all talked as if Alan wasn't there, which somehow made the whole discussion that much more arousing, because he was there and they were all subtly enjoying his wordless reactions.

Before long, it became apparent from the stories that the women were actually enthused with assisting Alan. Realizing it was useless to pretend otherwise, soon Susan was described things like how she had awoken Alan the morning before with her mouth around his penis. 

Katherine told about the day when she first exposed herself to Alan and masturbated in front of his eyes by the swimming pool. That was news to Susan and Suzanne, and many details told in various stories were new to more than just Brenda. 

However, the females still censored themselves, failing to mention any lesbian moments (like Katherine being with Kim) or their strong desire to be fucked by Alan (or in Katherine's case, actually being fucked by him already). 

Now that the women were being more honest, they started talking more to Alan, instead of just talking about him. For instance, Katherine asked Alan what he was thinking when he watched her by the pool, and he told her how incredibly aroused her display had made him.

It was all everyone could do not to begin masturbating. However, they held back because of Brenda. Ironically, Brenda wanted to masturbate right then and there more than the others, but she also held back to maintain some kind of dignity. But while there was no open masturbation, many hands were drifting to private places beneath the table and staying there. 

Now that things were loosening up, Suzanne brought up Alan's cryptic comment about how the cake was made. 

Somehow Susan found herself telling the story about what they did with the frosting the night before, even though she'd planned not to tell anyone about it. Actually, Alan ended up telling most of the frosting story because Susan became too embarrassed. The story seemed to make everyone even more aroused. 

No one, not even Suzanne, had gotten into sexual play with food before, and everyone was keen on trying it out immediately. But propriety stopped them from doing anything more than making jokes. 

Alan wondered in frustration what might have transpired had they all had a big bowl of frosting to play with right then. (In truth, it wouldn't even have taken a bowl of frosting for an orgy to break out - Alan just need to take charge. But he did not.)

The frosting story and the other stories affected Brenda terribly. She'd thought a lot during the week about her upcoming card game, and in particular about the revelations regarding Alan and what the women were doing with him. She found herself disturbed by it all, especially by the knowledge that Susan gave her son blowjobs, but she was also remarkably aroused and thoughts of Susan and Alan aroused her most of all. She also found herself attracted to Alan so strongly that it disturbed her. 

Many of her feelings were a projection of her new forbidden feelings for her own son, feelings that didn't even exist consciously in her mind until the discussions that had occurred at the Plummer house the week before. 

Yet she found herself flummoxed by her attraction to Susan's son. Here I am, a buxom and gorgeous woman who's just won millions of dollars in a divorce settlement, and of all the people in the world I'm attracted to, it's an eighteen year old, an ordinary teenager? Perhaps it's just a momentary amusement until my son graduates from high school and I can get out of this boring town and join up with the elite of the elite. That must be it. Something harmless to occupy my mind until the divorce papers come through.

Despite her mental protests, the others saw her grow increasingly affected. Her breathing was ragged, and her cheeks were flushed, just from hearing the stories. After hearing what Susan and Alan did with the chocolate frosting, she was the epitome of "hot and bothered." Her chest rocked up and down like a swinging see saw. 

Suzanne deemed the time was ripe to push their new friend a little further, and turned the discussion to one of their favorite topics: the trials and tribulations of having big boobs. Soon, she asked, "By the way, Brenda, just how big are your boobs, anyway? Do you think we could measure them?"

That suggestion came too abruptly for Brenda; her tits were a very sensitive subject. She got quite livid. "Nobody here is measuring or touching my breasts in any way. Is that clear? I've heard of being casual, but this is too much! I'm beginning to think that maybe you all are trying to take advantage of me, after all. I don't know what your angle is exactly, but whatever it is, I'm not playing!"

Suzanne thought, Shit. I should have been a little more subtle. But just look at her. Long white gloves, black stockings halfway up her thigh, a micro miniskirt, those piercing dark blue eyes, and most of all, that braless white top that exposes her cleavage and exaggerates the jiggle in her shaking boobs. She's just too sexy. It's seriously fogging my brain! I'm always trying to get other people to fall prey to lust, but now my efforts are boomeranging back on me.

Katherine then unexpectedly spoke up. "Brenda, we don't have an 'angle.' It's just that we're a highly sexed household lately, as you can tell. This is all very new to us - we don't even know what we're doing most of the time. Isn't it fun to talk about sexy stuff? It's fun to talk to someone from the outside. There's really nothing more to it than that. If you want us to stop, then we'll stop talking about these things." 

She waited for a reaction from Brenda but there wasn't one, so she continued, "But I think you've been enjoying these conversations as much as the rest of us. Wasn't Susan's story about the chocolate frosting a blast? Or Suzanne's story about showing my big brother some porn and then giving him his first blowjob? Or my-"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Brenda replied testily. "Fine. You're right. I'm sorry. I don't know why, but I have a very short temper. I'm under a lot of stress lately, and get particularly annoyed when anyone tries to touch my body, especially my boobs."

Suzanne said, "Then forget it. My apologies. I just thought it would be interesting to see with our own eyes just how big they were, but it's a minor matter. Let's get back to the card game. Who's dealing?"

Brenda spoke in a contrite voice. "Before we do that, if you'll excuse me, I have to use the bathroom. I'll just be a minute." She went to the bathroom, but was much longer than a minute. In fact, she frigged herself madly while there until she came. That was over quickly, but the harder part was cleaning herself and the bathroom. Since her panties were totally soaked, she had to wash them and dry them at least somewhat with a towel. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 16



The fact was, she was sorely tempted to bare her tits for Alan, and her eagerness to do so frightened her and caused an overreaction in the other direction. Having the climax allowed her to control her lusts, at least for a while. 

CHAPTER 4

The card playing resumed, along with the talking and drinking. As the time went by, Brenda found her willpower weakening again. 

What really did her in was when Alan said, "If you'll excuse me, I've been hard so long this evening looking at all you lovely ladies that my member is really straining my shorts. Brenda, would you mind if I take it out and give it some air? It's so cramped in there." 

He'd wanted to do that from much earlier in the evening, but had restrained himself because of Brenda. However, he couldn't hold out any longer. His penis was in serious pain from being hard and unrelieved for several hours.

Before Brenda could answer, Katherine shouted, "Woo-hoo! Whip it out, BIG Brother! Brenda, today is your lucky day!"

Susan said in what sounded like a reasonable voice, "Angel, really. We shouldn't force Brenda to see it, that would be terribly improper. Perhaps if I hold it with both hands..."

Then Suzanne said gently in a whispery rasp, "Sweetie, wouldn't it be better if somebody blew you? With Susan getting all of it yesterday, and me having a turn earlier, I think it's your sister's turn next."

Alan answered, "Thanks for pointing that out. Yes, Sis, you're next. But I think I overdid it yesterday. I'd like to just let it hang out a little. Would that be okay, Brenda?"

Everyone looked at Brenda, and she coughed nervously. "Um, it's not my house. I'm just a guest. So, whatever you want to do, I'll try to respect your rules and traditions." In reality, she really wanted to see this much-praised penis, but was attempting to hide her enthusiasm.

Alan for his part just wanted to see Brenda's tits exposed, and had been planning his own schemes ever since Suzanne suggested the measuring idea. So without further ado, he unzipped his shorts and bounced his rigid penis onto his thigh.

Brenda gasped. Jesus! That IS a nice one! So big!

The other three women merely licked their lips, as they were very accustomed to the arousing sight of Alan's penis. They looked at Brenda with "Didn't we tell you so?" smug faces.

Since Alan was sitting next to Brenda, she leaned over and placed her face within two feet of his crotch to get a really good look. 

She found herself saying, "It IS bigger and thicker than a normal penis. I've never had one like THAT in me before." She then put her hands over her mouth and blushed when she realized what she had said. She shyly added, "If you'll excuse me. I'll be back in a jiffy."

Brenda walked to the bathroom in a slow and dignified manner, but as soon as she entered inside, she nearly ripped her panties off, and eagerly frigged herself. The others could hear quite a few muffled but loud squeals originating from the bathroom. After another abnormally long stay there, she returned and resumed playing cards, trying to act calm. But her attention was on the penis next to her and not on the game. This time, her bathroom masturbation didn't quench her desires but only enflamed them. 

So, after another ten minutes or so, when Alan lifted his penis up and idly stroked it, Brenda's eyes nearly popped out of her head. The fact that the other three women were talking among themselves about how delicious his cum tasted didn't help matters for her. Nor did it help when Brenda looked at the other women's faces one by one, and each one deliberately ran their tongues around their mouths, just for fun.

A few minutes later, Katherine said, "Brother, what have we all warned you about? Chafing. No need for you to do that yourself with your sports-scarred hands. Leave it to soft female hands. Like mine." Since she was already sitting next to him, on the opposite side from Brenda, she reached over to his lap and started jacking him off.

It had only been fifteen minutes since Brenda's last bathroom trip, but she declared she had to go again. Her claim was that she had the runs, but by now everyone knew exactly what she was doing. If anyone still wasn't wise to her actions, the screams from the bathroom certainly made them clear. The others all giggled as the intense screams grew louder and louder but then came to a sudden halt. Brenda obviously was not quiet during her orgasms.

Brenda combed her hair and reapplied some light makeup, but she nonetheless reappeared at the card game looking quite disheveled. She'd cum so much that she didn't know what to do with her panties. Since she had neglected to bring a purse where she could have placed them, she was forced to wear the now incredibly drenched panties. She'd given up her futile attempts to wash and then dry them with each bathroom visit. She made wet, squishy sounds every time she moved about in her chair.

The card game proceeded much as before, except for the fact that Brenda's eyes in particular were glued to the sight of Alan's penis being jacked off and not at the game. Every now and then she caught a quick glance at her cards to maintain pretenses, but then she returned her full attention to his throbbing erection and the talented female fingers working their way up and down it.

Even though Katherine had a hand pumping on Alan's penis, in fact she was paying more attention to the card game than Brenda was. It was as if her hand was working on autopilot. She was pondering her cards when Alan muttered, "Oh no." 

Before anyone realized what was happening, Alan's penis started shooting its seed. This was the danger of being jacked or sucked off for extended periods, staying right on the edge most of the time. There was always the danger that the edge could be unexpectedly crossed at any moment. 

The penis was pointed in no direction in particular, and long ropes of cum flew through the air. Susan happened to be nearby, and leaned out so the ropes could hit her in the face.

Brenda had yet another climax of her own as she watched Alan's cum soak Susan's beautiful face. She'd never seen anything so arousing in her entire life, not even sex acts that she'd been directly involved in. It was the mother-son incest that turned her on the most. She loved the way Susan was so relaxed, positively luxuriating in the cum bath. 

Susan in fact was quite delighted by the unexpected cum-drenching, but she was far less pleased with her daughter. When the climax was over, she got positively angry. 

"Katherine Anne Plummer, I'm very upset with you. We trust you with his penis, and look what happens!"

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"Sorry? You wasted half of a precious load. You could have wasted the whole thing had I not acted quickly." Susan was rubbing the cum into her cheeks as she spoke.

"Mom, it's really my fault," Alan piped up.

Susan fed one of the larger cum gobs into her mouth as she said angrily, "Nonsense. Your job is just to have fun and have lots of nice orgasms. It's up to us women to take care of such things. This is part of the job of the penis tender. Angel, you can't lose focus. You were more interested in the card game than your brother's cock! You have to concentrate intently on pleasing his penis at all times, even while doing other things. I'm going to think twice before giving you control in such a situation."  

"But Mom!" Katherine griped. "It was my turn to deal! I had to look at the cards!"

Susan gobbled up more cum. "No buts! I'm in charge of this household. Suzanne, why don't you take over? I'm sure you're not going to slip up like that." 

Susan turned to Brenda. "I'm so sorry. This never happens." She was apologizing for the loss of cum, as if the handjob was a perfectly normal occurrence except for the sudden eruption. 

Brenda just stared with a gaping mouth at the cum slowly dripping down Susan's face. Alan had shot a big load so there was still plenty of cum on Susan's face even after all of Susan's nibbling. Brenda was so aroused by that that she had trouble not hyperventilating.

Susan still seemed cross about the whole event, but within minutes Suzanne's pumping hands had Alan's penis hard again. That calmed Susan down, as she saw that his penis was being well taken care of again. The card game continued.

For Brenda though, the sight of Alan's quick revival was too much for her to take. She again excused herself to the bathroom to "powder her nose." It took even longer for her to return than the previous trips. 

The others all joked about what Brenda was doing while she was gone, especially since this time, the sound of Brenda cumming in the bathroom could practically be heard blocks away. 

With their guest gone for many minutes, Susan lectured Katherine more extensively on the responsibilities of tending to Alan's penis. 

Meanwhile, Suzanne thought that sucking on Alan's penis might be too much action too soon for Brenda to see, so she had a lengthy cocksucking session every minute Brenda was in the bathroom. After about ten minutes, Brenda came back. Suzanne had intended to switch back to slowly jacking him off when she heard the bathroom door open, but failed to notice until Brenda was already standing there with a shocked and lusty expression on her face.

It was clear that she knew everyone else knew exactly what she had been doing. There was no way not to know, if only from the piercing screams. But everyone maintained polite fictions (Katherine did make the cheeky comment, "Wow, I've never seen such a well-powdered nose," but Suzanne elbowed here in the ribs).

Brenda didn't seem to mind the knowing looks. She was seriously blissed out. She was fairly drunk from the wine they'd been steadily drinking, but she was even drunker with an erotic high. Ironically, she was also somewhat pissed off because she was used to being the center of attention when it came to sex, but it was clear that Alan would have been just as aroused if she wasn't even there.

Suzanne still was on a crusade to see Brenda's boobs exposed, and so was Alan, though the two were operating independently of each other. Suzanne deemed it time to bring up the tit measuring idea again. She asked, "By the way Brenda, you know when it was mentioned before that we should measure your breasts, I forgot to just ask what your size was. What bra do you wear, anyway?"

Brenda smiled proudly. "I'm a double-F."

"Double-F?!" Suzanne said incredulously. "But you're so short! You're like six inches shorter than me, and you're saying you're that big?"

"Yep," Brenda said with eyes closed and just a touch of smugness.

Alan asked, "What's a double-F exactly? I know the scale up to about an E, and then I get lost."

Suzanne replied, "It goes D, then double-D, then E, then F, and then double-F. Then G. I don't know why some letters get double, and others don't, but there it is." Her hand pumping on Alan's shaft was becoming tired, so she switched hands.

Alan mentioned, "I know double-D. That's how big Dolly Parton and Pamela Anderson are. What's everyone else?"

Suzanne hefted up her tits with one hand while making long strokes on his slicked up shaft with the other. Somewhat surprisingly, she and everyone else still wore all their clothes. "I'm an E, Sweetie. So is your mother. We're exactly the same. Amy is a D, but she might have to move up to a double-D soon. We're late bloomers in our family. Katherine, I assume you're a D as well?"

"Yeah," Katherine said sullenly. She felt very inadequate in the chest department and wanted to change the topic. The earlier lecture by Susan also soured her mood.

Alan said to her consolingly, "Hey, D is great. That's equal to or better than just about every famous movie actress." But he couldn't help turn to Brenda and say, "But double-F? That's just crazy. There's no way. You're telling me you're three sizes larger than Dolly Parton? She's already impossibly stacked."

"Yeah," Brenda pointed out, "but she's like five feet tall, if even that, so they seem a couple sizes bigger. The height is important. Your mother and Suzanne look more like double-D's except they're so tall that they're actually even bigger than that."

"But double-F? Come on! You're not that tall either."

Brenda loved being the center of everyone's sexual attention, finally. "Hey, honey. If you don't believe it, measure them yourself."

"Believe me, I'd like to. But you said earlier that you hate being touched. You practically walked out on us."

"I changed my mind." Brenda was panting heavily again, as her eyes stayed glued to Alan's erection, especially the sight of Suzanne's hand slipping and sliding up and down on the copious pre-cum. Suzanne had her face near his stiffness, and she was licking an imaginary penis in the open air. Clearly Suzanne was just managing to hold off from shoving the penis deep in her mouth. Brenda was fascinated by the obvious enthusiasm displayed by the normally jaded Suzanne.

Brenda continued, "Uh, I mean, I don't want you to think I'm a liar. So if you feel that strongly about it, then go ahead." She added, breathlessly, "Do whatever you have to do to me."

Everyone happily agreed that Brenda should be measured. Susan ran off to get the tape measure. Meanwhile the whole group moved into the living room. 

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

She spread her legs wide. That made Alan wonder, What's she sitting like that for? It's not like I'm measuring her pussy. Dang!



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

The smell of pussy filled the air. Everyone was very wet between the legs now, especially Suzanne who had managed to secretly cum several times by touching her clit. But the pungent smell of Brenda's sex overwhelmed all others.

Alan also wondered about her wording. She said, "Where would you like me?" Is this some not so subtle signal? She's spreading her legs for me, and she seems to only want me to measure her, not anyone else. I wish I was braver. 

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

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

Suzanne took advantage of the pause in the conversation and action to lick Alan's penis head for a minute or two.

Susan returned with the tape measure and handed it to Alan. He coughed, and then said, "Uh, Brenda, before we start, it would be better if you take your top off. 'Cos, you know, the fabric is pretty thick and it might mess up the results."

"Better?" she asked dumbly, as she tried to focus on his words. "Ah, yes. Better without the top. I agree. Here goes!" 

She removed her top, but it took some time since she was drunk and the top was tight. She struggled with pulling it over her head, but that just gave Alan a great chance to see her bare chest shake for the first time. 

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

She finally looked up and laughed. 

Alan and the others all stared at her naked chest in pure amazement. She was accustomed to such stares, even though very few were lucky enough to actually see her topless. Suzanne's wanton excitement could be seen by the way she was now frantically pumping on Alan's rod.

Brenda had forgotten about Alan's exposed penis when she started undressing. But with Suzanne's hands enthusiastically slapping and squishing along his slickness, Brenda's eyes drifted downward, causing her to gasp again. 

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

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

CHAPTER 5

Brenda stared at Alan's crotch, and everyone else stared at her chest. Alan pretended as if his penis wasn't sticking straight out from his body. He was the first to break the spell when he said, "Brenda? Um, I guess it's time to do the measuring. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready, Alan. I'm ready for you. Do it to me." She cupped her boobs enticingly.

Alan noticed her body shudder. He looked back down at her crotch which was still spread wide open, and revealed more juices squirting out of her hole. Her thoroughly soaked panties were nearly invisible and hid nothing.

He brought the tape measure up to her chest and put it around her back, but aside from that he didn't know what to do. He felt intimidated to actually touch her gargantuan tits, so he just held both ends of the tape measure away from them. He fidgeted and then asked, "What am I supposed to do now?" 

Suzanne rushed to his rescue. She was glad for an opening where she too could grope Brenda's tits. "Here." She put her hands over his and guided his hands down. "You measure her below the boobs and then right across the nipples." 

She brushed her fingers across Brenda's nipples as if she had to do that for Alan to understand.

Brenda shuddered. 

"The bra size is based on the number of inches difference from here to here, less five inches. A B cup is two, which is seven inches less five, a C cup is three, i.e., eight inches less five, et cetera. Measure from here to here like this." Suzanne lightly brushed Brenda's remarkably extended nipples a couple more times, just because she could.

Suzanne's hands then guided Alan's hand to where he needed to take the first measurement, and then she let go and reattached herself to his penis. She remained pressed into Alan's side, with one hand on Brenda's shoulder (Brenda was so drunk she was in danger of falling, even though the drunk was mostly because of sheer lust). Herother hand was stroking Alan's rod.

Brenda, who had her eyes glued to Alan's crotch anyway, again noticed Suzanne's performance on his erection. But she asked, as if she hadn't seen anything up until now, "Wh-wh-what are you d-d-d-doing, Suzanne?"

Suzanne explained in her sultry and rough voice, "Your tits seem to have made him even more excited than before, so he needs extra help. His medical needs, you know. After all, it is my turn. If you mind, just let me know and I'll stop."

"No!" cried Brenda and Alan at once.

Alan meanwhile did the first measurement and then placed the tape measure directly over her chest. But he still hesitated and avoided touching her.

"Just touch them already!" Brenda herself complained. "I want you to. I don't bite."

"I thought you got annoyed when-"




Six Times a Day Pt. 16



"Go ahead," she interrupted. "This is different. I don't mind when it's you."

"Okay." He placed both hands on her tits, and cupped them. 

Brenda let out a loud moan and shivered all over.

"Wow! They feel real." He was starting to get to know different kinds of breasts. Out of all the breasts he's fondled, the only ones he knew were fake were Heather's. Brenda's felt better and softer than Heather's. 

"Of course they're real," Brenda replied with pride.

Alan still held the tape measure in his hands, and tried to figure out what to do with it, even as he surreptitiously groped. He looked around for Katherine or Susan to see if they might help. He discovered both of them were staring intently from where they sat at the dining room table. While the table hid their crotches, the frantic arm movements left no doubt that they were both frantically masturbating themselves. 

He asked, "Suzanne, where am I supposed to put it exactly? You said right across the nipples, but hers are so extended. That's going to make a big difference in the measurement, just from the nipples. Should I go just above them?"

Suzanne moved in with her non-stroking hand. She grabbed Brenda's left tit, and then tweaked a nipple. "Hmm. I see what you mean. They are big. Those are some nipples, that's for sure. But just go right over them and pull the tape measure tight." She reluctantly let go after more tweaking and pulling of both nipples, and focused more of her concentration on jacking off Alan. 

Brenda moaned loudly.

So Alan finally measured Brenda's tits. When he pulled the tape measure tight, pushing her nipples back into her soft mountains, Brenda moaned some more and trembled from yet another orgasm. It took him a couple more minutes of fumbling and groping before he finally pronounced the job done. 

"Okay, she's 31 inches below the breasts and about 44-45 inches above. It's hard to tell there even with her nipples compressed by the tape because they're so long, stiff, and hot."

Brenda shivered, groaned, "So long, so stiff, and sooo hoottt …" She stared at Alan's crotch hungrily, making it obvious that what she thought was long, stiff, and hot was something quite different than what Alan was thinking about.

She reached up to grab Alan's fingers and forced them to pinch her nipples. Hard. Then she screamed and, as she started to collapse, something seemed to squirt down onto the floor from her pussy. 

Alan had to hold her up by the breasts, but the angle was awkward given Suzanne's hold on his pre-cum soaked erection. His knees started to buckle.

Suzanne realized the problem and let go, which allowed Alan to straighten up and turn to hold Brenda squarely, but his erection then slipped between her trembling legs and he started to lose it. Alan pivoted to brace the quivering Brenda's legs along a slightly cocked thigh with one arm around her waist. 

With the situation more or less under control again, he closed his eyes and paused just to get his breathing and libido under control. It was all he could do not to cum, but then Suzanne regained a firm hold on his stiffness and resumed stroking. The extremely urgent sensation in his penis could not be denied for long. He thought it would be impolite to cum on Brenda, but that's what was going to happen unless something changed soon. He desperately needed to relieve the pressure.

He shuddered and said, "Can everyone close their eyes?" He looked back towards Katherine and Susan, sitting near him. They looked hot and bothered too, and their hands were still obviously down by their pussies. "Please?" he said more urgently. "I'm about to shoot any second. Aunt Suzy, can you help me avoid a mess?"

"Sure thing, Sweetie." She dropped to her knees and put his penis in her mouth. 

The touch of her wet mouth on the tip of his penis pushed Alan over the edge before she could even give him a thorough sucking. He closed his eyes and held on with all his might, clenching his PC muscle. But he knew he couldn't last long, and shouted, "I'm losing it!" 

Suzanne knew he was past the point of return, so she sucked him even more enthusiastically instead of letting up.

Brenda eyes focused and she started, then stared in wonder at what Suzanne was doing practically in her own lap. 

Neither Katherine nor Susan kept their eyes closed for long. All three watched as Suzanne's mouth rode Alan's penis like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco. 

Alan staggered about and straightened the leg he held Brenda against. 

She too straightened out, stood upright, and pulled off his leg while pivoting to get a better look at Suzanne's head in his crotch. 

Alan instinctively leaned out and held onto Brenda's shoulders for support as seconds passed by and he still managed to hold off the impeding cum explosion. 

Brenda, however, was still wobbly. She fell forward and enveloped his chest with her massive, soft tits, triggering Alan's explosive release. 

Alan found himself hugging her topless body as he continued to cum. Had he been more coherent, he would have taken more advantage of groping her bounteous chest, but as it was he just clung to her for support. 

Suzanne intended to swallow his load in the usual way, but at the very last second she had a devilish thought. Just to inflame Brenda's desire ever further, she took the penis out of her mouth and lay back on the couch she'd been sitting on. Holding it a foot or two from her face, she let Alan spurt all onto her face. 

It was like the Niagara Falls. The cum just kept coming. Most of it hit Suzanne square in the mouth, and soon found its way down her throat. 

Brenda could hardly believe her eyes as she saw rope after rope fly out of the tip of Alan's penis. There were about ten ropes in all, more than she'd ever seen in a single orgasm. She was so shook up by the sight they she found herself shouting, "Do it! Shoot it! More!"

It wasn't only Brenda who was staggered by the sight. There wasn't a dry seat in the room.

When Suzanne sensed that he was done, she sat up, and zipped Alan back up. 

He reluctantly pushed Brenda away and propped her back up, one hand cupping a tit, one hand on her shoulder. 

Then Suzanne blithely said, "Thanks, Brenda. Shall we go back to cards?" This idea of restarting the card game was quite bold, considering everything that had just happened, but that's was Suzanne's intention.

Brenda looked at Suzanne incredulously. "Um, excuse me, but your face is still all... well, wet."

Susan proudly explained, "That's how Alan marks us. When you see Suzanne covered in cum like that, is there any doubt who she belongs to?"

Suzanne looked a little sheepish after that explanation, but made no attempt to deny it or any attempt to clean her face.

Had this happened several hours earlier, Brenda would have been appalled. But now she was crestfallen because her face wasn't "marked" with Alan's wet semen.

Everyone started to wander back to the dining room where the cards still lay on the table. 

Brenda was so out of it that Susan had to help lift her up. As she did, she whispered in Brenda's ear so that no one else could hear. "When Alan marks your face like that - and he will, you know it already in your heart - you'll belong to him and only him. You'll be one of his sluts, just like the rest of us. You'll never think of another man again."

That only further fried Brenda's overwhelmed brain. She was so out of it that she left her top back in the living room. Even though her tits now bounced up and down like a yo-yo with every step she took, she seemed completely unaware that she was still half-naked. Not only that, but she was so wet that she literally made squishing sounds as she walked. 

Alan half-seriously wondered to himself if Brenda would even be able to remember her name at this point. She looked like she was stoned or a zombie.

They all sat back at the dining room table, and Suzanne dealt the cards. Alan was fairly amazed they would continue playing, especially given Brenda's condition. 

He thought aloud, "Yep, I believe it now. Brenda really is a double-F cup. Thirty-one inches below the breasts, plus five, is 36, which is eight to nine inches less than her 44 to 45 chest. Even with her unreal nipples that's a double F."

Brenda interrupted, panting, "I'm 44-29-39!" 

Suzanne teased, "Uh-oh. Seems like we haven't quite sorted it out. Is it eight or nine inches? Sweetie, you just might have to measure her again."

Brenda cried out, "Oh God! Sweet Jesus! Please!" Her whole body shivered. 

Alan couldn't tell if she meant "please do" or "please don't, I can't take any more." He also couldn't tell, or couldn't quite believe, if she'd just had another orgasm. But he knew that he could hardly deal with any more excitement at the moment, so he just said, "Either way, it's totally unreal. And they're so soft. They're seriously like pillows or marshmallows or something. How on Earth do they stay up so high? Brenda, you could, like, thwack yourself in the face with those."

Brenda giggled, which caused her chest to jiggle and heave. "Yep! That's happened. I got a black eye running to answer the phone naked once." She laughed some more.

Katherine had been fairly quiet for a while now. She was aroused by it all, but also increasingly sullen from boob envy. Furthermore, she was worried that Brenda would be angry. So she asked, "Brenda, you're not going to be angry with us tomorrow, are you?"

Brenda giggled some more. "I don't know what I'll remember tomorrow. I hope I remember something, because this is too much fun. No, Alan is quite a gentleman. It's cute how he's so shy to touch me. ... Speaking of touching, Alan, don't you need to, like, air out your shorts or something? You know, whip out your big cock? I mean, urm, take your penis out? And if, you know, you have to be helped some more, maybe I should be the one to help. If I helped cause the problem in the first place. ... That is, you know... I could even ... with my mouth..."

Alan took his penis out of his shorts again. It was already hard again, primarily due to Brenda's continued nakedness. But in fact he didn't really want another orgasm. His penis still needed a rest after the busy previous day. 

Suzanne could sense his reluctance, but also had a better instinctive grasp of Brenda's psychology better than anyone else. She wandered up to Alan and whispered quietly in his ear, "Sweetie, you need to play hard to get with Brenda. Deny her what she wants now and it'll pay off later. Really torture her and tease her and rub in that fact she's not getting any of your sweet cum. Trust me on this." 

So Alan decided to take advantage of his post-coital restrained mood and torment Brenda a bit. "Thanks, Brenda, but you're not offering to give me a blowjob, are you? Because I know you would never do something like that."

She looked at him with surprise and stammered without speaking. 

He continued, "I know you're not some kind of cum-crazy cock slut, are you? That doesn't seem like you. The reason you're panting right now isn't because you're desperate to have me take my cock and shove it in your mouth, so you can swirl your tongue around it, right?" 

She shook her head no, more in a state of shock than anything else, even though in her mind she was screaming "Yes!" She didn't expect this rejection.

He went on, "I thought not. It's a good thing, too, because I already have all the big-titted cum addicts I can handle right here in this room. If you want to lick my Popsicle, you'll have to wait your turn, unfortunately. The thing is, I'd rather have my very own mother or sister suck me off at all hours of day and night. And they do. You should have seen my mother yesterday. She was on her hands and knees worshipping my fuck rod all day long, starting when she woke me with a blowjob. And then there's Suzanne. I need her just as much. No one beats her for technique. She even knows how to deep throat." 

Katherine and Susan were very surprised to hear that, and took jealous note. 

He went on, "So it's a good thing you don't desire to feel my piping hot penis thrusting in and out of your mouth, because I don't know when I'd be able to work you into my busy schedule."

"Oh, God, no!" Brenda cried out. 

Alan wasn't sure what she meant by 'no,' and perhaps, neither did she.

"I have to, I have to, um, use the bathroom again," she panted, but she didn't rise. The rejection hit her like a lightning strike and excited her more than anything else she could remember. She had never been rejected physically, and the rejection doubled her desire for Alan, which was off the charts already.

Her hands were underneath the table, and within seconds Alan saw all the muscles in her body change from tense to relaxed. Then a curious expression appeared on her face. She looked like someone who'd just peed in her pants, which wasn't far from what happened, except that it wasn't pee and she wasn't wearing pants.

Alan peered around the table. Both Susan and Katherine had their hands underneath the table and appeared to be happily sawing away. While Susan had stood up to help Brenda a few minutes before, Katherine hadn't left her seat in a long time and had gotten extremely comfortable. Her entire crotch was exposed and Alan could clearly see her fingers sink in and out her pussy lips.

Suzanne had more control (thanks to her recent climaxes) and kept her hands on the table. She gave Alan a puzzled look, as if saying, "Why are you trying to scare her off?" But that was just an act to cover her earlier advice. Alan caught more subtle signals from her that she was pleased with what he'd said. He could tell that Suzanne was right and that was exactly what Brenda wanted to hear.

Brenda was now slumped down in her chair, completely overcome with emotion. The only reason she wasn't frigging herself further into ecstasy was that she was too overwhelmed from the previous orgasm to move. Her body continued to shudder every couple of seconds, as if Alan's words were like bolts of electricity that kept firing into her long after he'd finished speaking.

Suzanne stood up. Her instincts told her Brenda had been pushed far enough for one evening. She said, "I don't think we're going to play any more cards tonight." The cards that had been dealt when they returned to the dining room table still sat on the table, forgotten. "Brenda, you seem tired. Why don't you take a little nap in the living room? You're in no shape to drive home like this."

"Okay," Brenda said in a small voice. "Thanks, y'all. I had a great time." She closed her eyes.

CHAPTER 6 

Suzanne picked Brenda up and physically carried her to the living room. For Suzanne, a fit woman with an Amazon-sized physique, carrying the smaller Brenda was no trouble at all. 

Brenda fell asleep the instant Suzanne put her down on a couch. 

Katherine went to bed. She hadn't had as much fun as the others. She hoped that Alan was sincere in not needing Brenda's sexual help, but she highly doubted it. 

Susan on the other hand was too blissed out on a sexual high to think much. What thoughts she did have were very conflicted. On one hand, she eagerly welcomed Alan's domination of Brenda as further proof of his unstoppable sexual prowess. But on the other hand she was jealous of Brenda and even hated Brenda's oversized breasts. She lingered in the kitchen, mostly waiting for Alan to go upstairs so she could get her goodnight kiss.

Suzanne called out to Alan, "Sweetie, can you come over here?" 

Alan walked over to where Brenda lay. 

"What is it?"

"I need some help here. We need to take her panties off. I'll lift her hips up and you slip them off."

"Wait a second. Just why are we doing that?"

"Look at her! She's completely soaked. She'll catch a cold. It's like sleeping in a puddle, except in this case it's a puddle of cum. We have to dry her off and cover her up."

So Alan did what he was told. He not only took the panties off, but he washed and dried her crotch with a towel. Needless to say, he had a great view of everything. Her pussy lips were open, and the inner membranes continued to glisten with new juices.

He didn't realize it, but his rough rubbing of Brenda's pussy with the towel caused Brenda to wake up. 

However, she kept her eyes closed as she didn't want anyone to know she knew what was going on. She wanted to find out what they would do and say.

"Why am I the one to do this?" Alan asked Suzanne rather belatedly, as he wiped Brenda clean of her copious juices. He noted that the mere act of wiping her vagina seemed to trigger an automatic response in her body to secrete more fluid, thus requiring him to wipe the area again. The process kept repeating, and he made little headway. Dang! The way things are going, I'm going to need a second towel! 

He turned to Suzanne and asked, "Isn't it better if you do it?"

"Sweetie, you have to know something about me. My heart is in the right place, but sometimes my ethics waver just a little bit when it comes to sex. If I did the cleaning, I just might decide something along the lines that my tongue would do a better job of it than a towel. Whereas I know you would never take advantage of a sleeping woman."

That excuse was partially true, but Suzanne also simply delighted in putting Alan in sexual situations. 

She added, "Please don't think any less of me, Sweetie. I try, but I'm helplessly enslaved to my own passions." Just to delight in her own irony, she further noted, "You wouldn't believe some of the amoral sexual schemes I've done over the years when cheating on my husband." 

Alan of course had no idea that her grandest scheme of all was his six times a day diagnosis.

She made numerous comments about Brenda's physique while Alan cleaned her. "Look at her nipples. Even when she's asleep they're longer and harder than any of ours when we're fully aroused. How strange. What kind of clothing could she possibly wear that wouldn't look like her nipples were bursting through the fabric?" 

Suzanne grabbed one of knees and moved it so her crotch was opened wide for Alan's inspection. 

Brenda struggled to keep her eyes closed; she was dying of curiosity to find out what Alan would do next and hoped he would be bold. But at the same time she was upset at Suzanne for doing exactly what Alan was doing. She had a very strong aversion to any lesbian activity.

Suzanne said, "What a juicy twat. I don't think it's getting any drier. Maybe the rough towel is the problem. I think you should use your fingers."

Brenda struggled mightily not to open her eyes and curse a blue streak in response to the "juicy twat" comment. 

"Aunt Suzy! She's sleeping! I can't take advantage of her like that!"

"Then can I?"

Brenda just managed to avoid stiffening in rage, but at the same time her pussy's drooling increased as she waited with bated breath for Alan to finger her. She was torn between anger and needy frustration.

Alan just frowned; he didn't find Suzanne's question very funny.

"I'm just joking, Mr. Boy Scout. But you do have to admit you're tempted. Am I right or what? Just look at that body! And her cunt. It's so wet, but tight. I can just tell. She's gonna be a great fuck when you finally take her. You have to admit it's a great cunt, don't you?" 

Brenda was so upset that steam was about to pour out of her ears. In anyone would have bothered to look at her face they would have immediately known she was awake from the way she was tightly squinting and grinding her teeth, but there were so many other enticing body parts that no one was looking anywhere near her face. 

Suzanne's comments didn't make his work any easier. After another nudge and "Well?" from her, he finally said, "Okay, I'll admit it's a pretty great cunt." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 16



Suzanne goaded him, "Look how puffy and engorged those lips are. Wouldn't they look good wrapped around your plundering cock?"

"Aunt Suzy! Come on! I'm trying to work here. It's hard enough as it is." 

She reached down and briefly fondled his flaccid penis. "Unfortunately, it's not. If it was, I'd back it and suck it until you squirted all over the Brenda mountain range. Just imagine her waking up all covered in sticky goo! Wouldn't that be a hoot?"  

Brenda was so mentally torn that she wanted to scream out in frustration. On the one hand, she hated the way Suzanne was ogling her, but on the other hand she really liked the way Suzanne was encouraging Alan to do nasty things to her busty and helpless body. When he admitted that Brenda had a "pretty great cunt" she wanted to leap for joy (never mind that she'd been ready to explode in anger when Suzanne had said the exact same thing). But then when she found out he wasn't even erect she was ready to break down and cry. Again, the only reason no one realized Brenda was awake was because no one bothered to look above her neck.

Alan eventually finished cleaning her up, though he never did get her completely dry. 

Brenda relaxed and finally really started to drift off once she realized Alan was done touching her and that Suzanne wouldn't do anything to her either. She liked that Alan had enough scruples not to take advantage of her, but at least in the short term she would have liked it a whole lot more if he'd taken full advantage. She fell asleep thinking of him roughly fucking her tits while images of Suzanne simultaneously stroking her thighs and even fingering her pussy lips drifted at the edges of her imagination. Had she been awake she would have been appalled by the later thought, but as she lost consciousness her mental barriers came down and more of her real desires came out.

They put a blanket over her and let her sleep.

Suzanne returned to the dining room table, and sat down to rest with Susan and Alan. She commented, "Let's hope she doesn't remember too much of that tomorrow. She might be angry in the light of day. She certainly is a case, isn't she?" 

Suzanne looked at the chair Brenda had been sitting in. "Holy cow! Would you look at this? There's like a lake of cum here. Literally a lake. That is some woman. Not only that, but she left another puddle back in the living room. It's like she's really a giant water balloon filled with nothing but pussy juice. Jesus."

Suzanne volunteered to stay up until Brenda awoke and then take her home. Her son would worry if she didn't come home at all. 

Susan and Alan went upstairs. 

CHAPTER 7

The night didn't end for Alan when Brenda left. He lay down and prepared to fall asleep, but he'd forgotten about his mother and her favorite new nightly tradition.

A few minutes later, Susan came in to give him a goodnight kiss. She wore a semi-transparent nightgown, but took it off her chest before she even reached his side. She appeared to need reassurance that Alan didn't like Brenda in any way more than her. She was mostly worried about her "merely" E-sized boobs.

"I'll bet you like Brenda's hooters," she said in a melancholy tone. "But how do they compare with Mommy's?"

"Mom, your boobs are great. They're my favorite."

She smiled in shy delight, and pulled back his covers. Then, without asking, she started jacking him off, even though he was flaccid. "Awww. You're just saying that to be nice."

"No, really Mom. Your tits are so fine. They're ten different kinds of fine. Your whole body is so fantastic."

"Are you sure? I want you to be sure. Mommy will let you play with her titties just a little bit to help you make sure."

So Alan groped a tit with one hand. Strangely, he chose to put his other hand on her face. He fed two fingers into her mouth.

She eagerly sucked at them. She treated them as a proxy penis and wanted to reassure him that she would gladly suck him off if he wanted it. She continued to stroke his penis, which didn't stay flaccid for long. Lingering thoughts of measuring Brenda's bare chest certainly helped him quickly rebound. 

After he pulled his fingers away, she asked in a very motherly tone, "So how was your day, Tiger? How did your classes go?" 

He tried his best to answer, but between her sucking on his fingers, jacking off his penis, and letting him play with her tits, she made it extremely difficult for him to concentrate. 

She continued to ask him the same mundane questions she'd always asked him. "So did you do all your homework?"

"No, to be honest I didn't," he somehow managed to answer despite all the distracting stimulation.

"Oh no. Tiger's been a bad, bad boy. He needs to be punished. Mommy's going to have to drain your balls of all your cum so you can study better for school." She dropped down and sucked on his penis.

Alan had to laugh out loud. He was greatly amused by his "punishment." Nothing could be more pleasurable, especially since she was giving head so very well lately. 

Susan had to laugh. She thought, Okay, that was a silly excuse. But whatever works. I've got my lips wrapped around my son's thick rod and his hands are pulling on my nipples, so all's well that ends well. MMMM! I just love it when I can swirl my tongue around and around his dick head. MMMM! And around and around and around back the other way. MMMM! And then when I really get going on his special spot, like this... MMMM! He just melts and he's putty in my hands! MMMM! I'm such a happy mommy! Such a happy, naughty, cocksucking, big-titted mommy! 

Alan couldn't hear any of that, except for the "MMMM" sounds, which she murmured out loud as well as thought. But he certainly felt her enthusiasm. 

The blowjob seemed to go on and on and on. She allowed him to keep fondling her tits, so she started cumming long before he did. Nothing seemed to arouse her faster than nipple play. She moaned and writhed as he mercilessly worked on stimulating her sensitive breasts.

When it was done and he'd shot his load into her mouth, she grabbed at the nightgown hanging around her waist and fumbled at it, pulling it back up. She smiled a loving smile as she readied herself to go, and then remembered, "Oh my! I almost forgot. The goodnight kiss. That's why I came in here."

They kissed, but she wouldn't allow him to play with her tits at the same time. "Please no more, Tiger," she complained. "Mommy's tits are too sensitive. It feels too good. You don't want Mommy to get all dehydrated from cumming too much like Brenda, do you?"

After that, their horny urges were sated so they just hugged tenderly. Susan said, "By the way, did I tell you that Akami gave me the scare of my life today?"

"No. What happened?"

"Well, she called on the phone and said, 'Mrs. Plummer, I have good news. We've gotten the latest lab results back and Alan's thyroid levels are back to normal. He no longer needs to be stimulated six times a day. In fact, he doesn't have to be stimulated at all.'"

She pulled back from the hug as she went on, "I nearly had a heart attack. I felt my whole world collapsing around me, and it was as if I was falling down a dark tunnel. There was complete silence on my end of the phone, so I guess Akami thought I wasn't taking it well. She quickly said, 'Kidding! I was just kidding! That was just a joke. Of course his levels are still low and he still needs the treatment.' It turns out she was just calling to remind us that you have an appointment with her on Friday. But it really scared the hell out of me."

Alan was shocked too.

"But it was a good thing. It opened my eyes and made me realize that I don't want this to end. If somehow your condition does get better, promise me that we won't stop? Ever?" She hefted up her bouncy rack with both hands to help influence his decision. 

"Mom, I should be asking you that. Of course I'd love to continue. No matter what."

She closed back in to hug him again. "I'm so glad to hear that." 

She rubbed her breasts up, down, and all around his chest as the hug went on and on. "I don't know what I'll do when you have to go away to college. I hope that when you get a serious girlfriend or even a wife, you'll still let me suck your cock every day. You mean so much to me and helping you has revitalized my sexuality and my whole life. I can't go without it. I just can't. But no matter what happens, we cannot have sex, you understand that? It's wrong. It's a sin. We have to just appreciate what we have, and not push our luck."

Alan replied, "Okay, Mom, whatever you say. I promise to obey whatever boundaries you set."

"Goody! You won't regret this! I'm going to be your best cocksucker for ever and ever!"

They continued to "hug" in silence, though it was more like an all over breast massage on Alan. 

Alan couldn't believe his mother's enthusiasm. She acted like she'd just won the lottery, to be given the privilege of him allowing her to suck him off. Had he not climaxed so much, he would have gotten hard yet again from the way she kissed and held him. He mentally kicked himself that he could come so close to total nirvana with his mother yet always be stymied. But he vowed to truly respect her wishes.

Finally, she pulled away and stood up. "That was your good night kiss, or kisses," she giggled. "But I still haven't tucked you in." She leaned over so her breasts were quite literally dangling over his face. Her nipples even bounced off his cheeks and nose several times. "I promise you, you won't regret this."

Alan searched his brain, trying to figure out what she meant when she said "this." His brain couldn't really function though, not with the way her breasts continued to dangle over him.

Finally, she pulled up his sheets and turned down one of the corners. "There. You're all tucked in. You're not going to forget all about Mommy's hooters now that you have Brenda's to play with, are you?"

"Mom, first off, I don't have Brenda's to play with. Who knows what'll happen with her. And there's no way I'd prefer hers over yours. Sure, hers are big, but if I think 'perfect tits,' I think of yours every time."

She smiled a big smile. "You do not!"

"Do too!"

She was beside herself with happiness. "Oh, dear goodness! I just have to suck you off all over again! ... I know, I know, you're not up to it, but let an old lady dream. Don't forget your promise. Remember, even when you're married, I still get to suck you, right?" 

He finally understood what she was talking about, recalling that she'd said, "I hope that when you get a serious girlfriend or even a wife, you'll still let me suck your cock every day" a few minutes earlier.

"Um, yeah. Sure," he agreed. He felt his penis start to stir as he imagined driving from his wedding reception with his wife. He couldn't see her face, but she was young, blonde, and beautiful. The reason he couldn't see her face was because she was driving the car while Alan sat in the back seat with his mother in the seat next to him, naked and with her lips around his shaft.

She winked. "Good night!"

Susan bent over to pick up her nightie, which had fallen to the floor next to Alan's bed at some point. She took an extremely long time to pick it up, making sure to keep her legs spread wide the whole time. She said from that bent over position, "Do you see how wet you make me? It's always like this. The instant I get your cock between my lips, I'm creaming down there so much!"

Alan closed his eyes. "Mom, you have to go or I'm gonna get hard again and then my overused penis is gonna plain fall off."

She stood up and straightened out. "Oopsie! I wouldn't want that to happen." She tossed the nightie aside and sauntered to Alan's door wearing only a smile.

Thanks to that final orgasm with his mother, Alan ended up with six climaxes for the day. The number was below what he'd been doing in recent days, but he still felt it was pushing his penis. He felt all these days of activity were literally changing his penis, and that he was on the edge of some kind of danger zone. For instance, he hadn't really paid attention to the size of his balls, but he was certain that they used to be considerably smaller. It seemed like his balls were twice their old size. He imagined that his semen production had dramatically increased to keep up with demand, and that his balls were bloated with cum.

He also noticed a change in his diet. He was eating more food and especially drinking much more, yet not gaining any weight. He suspected that most of his diet was being released as cum.

CHAPTER 8 (Thursday, Nov. 7) 

Thursday was a disappointing come-down for Alan in nearly every way when compared to the past couple of days. Not only was he physically exhausted and hung over, but his penis was sore and exhausted too. 

Susan allowed him to sleep through the nine minute snooze delay on his alarm clock several times. Thus, when he finally did get up there was no time for sexual fun. He just had time to eat a bowl of cereal before rushing off to school. Probably the highlight of his morning was finding his mother's nightie still on the floor of his bedroom. 

For once, nothing happened during lunch. Glory thought it wise that they didn't spend every single lunch together, for appearance's sake. He sat with his friends Peter and Sean in the school cafeteria. They could hardly believe he was there.

Tennis seemed to last forever, and he lost all three matches. The last match was a complete humiliation against the best player on the team.

So he wasn't in a great mood as he drove over to Kim's house for the biweekly orgy there. He was just too exhausted. He was also sweaty and dirty from tennis, but he hoped a shower at Kim's would liven him up and put him in more of a sexual frame of mind. 

He thought, The day is already more than half way over, and I haven't seen one naked female yet. How bizarre is that? Talk about changing expectations. I'd never even SEEN a real naked woman until a matter of weeks ago. Oh well. At least the S Club orgy will make up for a bad day. My balls are practically bursting and ready to deposit a couple of hefty loads.

By the time he arrived at Kim's house, Kim and Katherine had been going at it with each other for two hours already. 

Alan let himself in, and went up to Kim's bedroom. 

His sister briefly paused sucking a nipple long enough to say hi. 

He took his shower, but didn't feel terribly revived. The first thing he wanted to do was fuck his sister, which he did. But his performance was nowhere near his usual standards. He was like a half dead man that had collapsed upon her. 

The fuck was over in less than five minutes.

Alan was disappointed with his performance. "Sorry, Sis. I don't know what happened there."

She joked, "I just hope THAT wasn't the time you knocked me up. Anyway, I know you were just getting warmed up."

"SiiIIIiiis! You promised, no pregnancy comments."

"Oops. But what if later on I get that special tingle that shows you've fertilized me?"

Alan just rolled his eyes disapprovingly. 

He tried to be commanding and build on his authoritative style from the last time they were together. So he said to Kim, "Clean it up. Clean up everything."

"Yes, sir!" Kim said with a salute. 

Alan liked that, and the response slightly revived him. 

She licked up all of his and Katherine's juices from his dick without protest. The activity kept his penis partially hard. 

He still felt like his energy was crashing though, especially after all the tennis. 

Yet, funnily enough, even as his mind was closing down for a rest, his penis responded to all the licking and grew harder the more she "cleaned up." Before he knew what was happening, she was sucking him off. He didn't even want it - if he was going to shoot another load, he would far prefer another fuck or at least a dual blowjob. But he was too tired to do anything but let her continue.

He was too tired to hold back in any way with his PC muscle either. So, in a matter of minutes his cum burst out of him like a broken down dam. 

Kim still was inexperienced with blowjobs, and for some reason this seemed to be an unusually large load. Her eyes bugged out and it looked like she would choke as the flood of cum filled her mouth and poured down her chin. But she struggled to keep up and managed to swallow most of it.

When she was done, she asked him, calmly, "How was that?"

"Good for me, of course, but how about you? Are you okay?"

"Never been better. I just love doing that. If only women had penises." There were actually tears in her eyes from the struggle, but she really did seem to enjoy it.

Alan was too wiped out to ask more. He merely said, as he closed his eyes, "Now do my sister, please. Get her all clean."

"Mmmm. More Plummer family cum. I'll take it any way I can." She dove into Katherine's pussy. A river of seed poured out of Katherine's hole, but Kim soon took care of that. When the cum was finally cleaned up, Kim continued to lick until Katherine bent backwards and shouted out for joy.

But Alan missed most of that arousing sight. He went from metaphorical collapse to literal collapse. He closed his eyes, and the next thing he knew it was just after six o'clock and past the time to go home. 

Kim and Katherine had let him sleep for over an hour. He woke up alone. Kim and Katherine had vacated the bedroom to allow him to sleep while they continued to make love to each other elsewhere in the house.

He was a bit chagrined; disappointed that he didn't get to fuck them some more. But upon reflection he thought it was probably for the best. He needed to sleep more than to fuck, and it was only his pride and sense of obligation that drove him to Kim's house in the first place. 

Mainly, he felt that way because he didn't want to let down his expectant sister. He was frequently worried lately that she was feeling neglected and inadequate, since she had to compete with the likes of Susan, Suzanne, and now Brenda. He rightly guessed her feelings, but on the other hand her newfound sexual desires were so great that she would have felt neglected even if he were fucking her a couple of times every single day. Perhaps in time her desires would abate some, but right now she was thrilled with the discovery of sex and couldn't get enough. 

Even after the nap, he felt beyond tired. Four consecutive days of a tennis tournament were catching up to him all at once. 

Katherine drove the two of them back home and he slept all the way there.

Susan and Katherine left him alone during dinner, and afterwards he flopped into the living room and watched old TV reruns.

He'd had a bad day, by his usual standards. The worst thing was, he had an essay due in one of his classes the next day and he hadn't even started on it. It weighed heavily on his mind all day. He figured he would be up late. At least it was a creative essay, a mock college application, so he didn't have to do any research. To help him avoid distractions, Katherine retreated to her room and Susan actually left the house for a social visit. His body was rested up but his brain was still too tired to think much, so he watched the TV instead.

CHAPTER 9

Alan hadn't been watching television very long when Amy came for a visit. She was unaware that he was not to be disturbed, and wanted his undivided attention. She came bounding into the living room dressed in her cheerleading uniform.

"Howdy, Alan. What's shakin'?" She shook her pom-poms as she said this.

Alan was always aroused by cheerleader outfits, but tried not to show it. "Oh, nothing much. Just blowing off some school work. I've become such the juvenile delinquent lately."

"Hey, if you're wasting time, can you help me out?"

"Sure. I'm just looking for excuses to put off this essay I'm supposed to write anyways. What is it?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 17



Part 17: Why Don't We Do It in the Road?

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 8) 

Alan's alarm clock woke him up and he reached over to hit the snooze button as he usually did. But then he noticed it was still pitch dark. Looking at the clock, he realized it was three o'clock in the morning. It slowly came back to him that he'd set the clock that way on purpose with the hopes of sexually satisfying his sister if his body was up for it. 

He sat in bed and thought about sneaking into her bedroom in the middle of the night and waking her up with a good fucking. He thought about her toned and tanned body writhing in pleasure beneath his own. 

Well, looks like I don't have to worry about getting aroused. Boing! I am already. And my penis feels pretty good, I must say. I don't even feel that tired at the moment. All systems are go. 

Alan had been sleeping in the nude lately and decided to just go to her room that way. It felt deliciously naughty to sneak across the hallway in the dark dressed in just his birthday suit, holding his stiff erection to prevent it from bouncing around too much. 

Alan wasn't a big fan of having any kind of sex in the dark though. There are some women who look better clothed, but all the women he'd been with so far looked great naked, and cutting out the visuals cut out a large part of the experience. So when Alan found himself inside Katherine's room, he fumbled around until he found a desk lamp and turned it on. That provided some light, but it was still dark enough to be a bit mysterious and exciting, like a thief sneaking through the house with a flashlight. 

Next, he turned his attention to Katherine as she lay sleeping in her bed. She too had taken to sleeping in the nude lately, but with the way she was cuddled up in her bed sheets, he couldn't see much more than her head and her hands. 

He still wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do with her exactly, but he decided he wanted to see her in her full naked glory while he made up his mind. He pulled the sheets down, slowly exposing her ripe young body. She squirmed a bit as the blankets came away, but she didn't wake up. 

Man! What a sister! Am I the luckiest guy on Earth or what? And she has this weird fuck toy idea that I certainly don't want to cure her of. If I wasn't feeling so tired all the time, I'd sneak in here every night! Or better, have her sneak into my room too. 

Alan pondered what to do next. He liked the idea of just going for regular intercourse and giving her a good, hard fucking, but he'd made a vow not to do that for Susan's sake. Getting caught in the middle of the night by Susan was very possible, especially if Katherine really started screaming. 

While he was thinking, Katherine started to shift about in the bed. Her hands seemed to flail about a bit as she shifted her body around, leading Alan to guess that she was missing the blankets and trying to pull them close. 

Instead, one of her hands found its way down to her pussy. Alan realized she was having a dream, and from the way she was starting to moan it was turning into a very pleasant erotic dream. He looked closely at her eyelids and saw them fluttering a bit. I remember reading about that somewhere - REM sleep, dreaming, meaning Rapid Eye Movement. 

He watched with fascination, since he'd never really examined someone dreaming before (and the fact that she was buck naked and gorgeous certainly didn't hurt). Her fingers lingered near her pussy lips but she didn't seem to have the coordination to put them in. Then her moans started to become a bit more coherent. "Alan! ... Oh Alan! ... Big... Big, big, big... Big, BIG Brother! ... Oh!" 

Alan chuckled, very pleased. That's pretty cool. She must really like me if she dreams about me like that. It just makes me want to fuck her so good and long. But I really shouldn't. I just know we'll get carried away. However, what if I try something new... 

He crawled up on the bed. Okay, this is kind of gross. But after all the blowjobs I've been getting it's only fair for some payback. Plus she's smooth shaven so this is the ideal pussy to try out some pussy licking. If I totally hate it I can stop before she wakes up and no one will be the wiser. This is as risk free as it gets. 

Katherine's hand was still lazily lingering around her pussy, so Alan gently pushed it away. Then he had a better idea and carefully licked her fingers on that hand, one by one. 

That increased the intensity of Katherine's moans. They'd been incoherent for a while but now she started saying, "Too big! Too big! ... Soooo big..." 

Alan chuckled some more at that. He thought, If my penis were only half as big as all the hype about it around the house, it would be like two feet long! I wouldn't be able to fit through a door. Not that I'm going to discourage the hype, heh-heh. 

Then he then turned his attention to her pussy. Her hand was safely out of the way, so in the dim light he bent his head further down, thinking, Well, here goes nothing. 

No sooner did he put his tongue on her gash (already nice and moist from her dream) and licked his way up it when he sensed a tremor running through Katherine's whole body, like someone had lifted her up an inch or two then dropped her back down. Two hands suddenly appeared at his head and clenched at his hair, pulling on it hard. 

Then a scream began. "Aaaeeeii-" 

Not wanting to get caught, Alan acted fast. He quickly scooted his way up her body, taking her hands on his head with him. He was going to put a hand over her mouth but when his head rose high enough for her to see his face, her scream died in her throat. 

He slowed down until his eyes were just a foot or so in front of hers. Her eyes were wide open with fear, but also adjusting to the dim light. 

"Alan?! My baby? Is that really you?!" 

He puzzled at the "my baby" but nodded. He brought a finger to his mouth in a "be quiet" gesture and whispered "Sssh!" for good measure. 

It was a good thing he did too, because it took all of Katherine's willpower not to scream even louder than before, but this time from joy instead of fear. Instead, she stretched her body and threw her fists in the air. "YES! YES!" she scream-whispered. "My dream man is here in the flesh!" 

But her celebration was short lived because she threw herself at him, covering his mouth with hers in a deep and passionate soul kiss. She tackled him so exuberantly than within seconds she wound up on top of him. Her hands seemed to be everywhere at once. 

The kiss went on for about a minute or so until one hand found his erection. Then her other hand quickly join in the discovery. She broke the kiss and gasped for air. "Ooh! Is all this magnificent cock for me?!" 

"Yep!" 

She started to scoot down his body, but he said, "Wait. Remember what I was doing when I woke you up? I was just starting to lick you down there. Don't you want me to do some more of that?" 

"Please do!" 

"Sssh!" 

"Please do!" she repeated, a lot quieter this time. "But let's make a sixty-nine. I've never done that before. You explore down there and I'll just pop this lovely baby maker in my mouth. Oh man! What a great surprise! You're the best brother ever!" 

So they repositioned, with Katherine still lying on top. 

Alan tried his best to get back to his aborted pussy licking, but didn't have much success. At least from his point of view he thought he didn't, though Katherine seemed to love everything he was doing. It was too dark for him to see what he was licking most of the time and he just licked whatever happened to be there in front of him. But the biggest "problem" was that Katherine was sucking on his erection like some kind of possessed mad woman. She was so into it that Alan couldn't concentrate or find his bearing to really know what he was doing. 

Alan had heard of the "alphabet technique" where one makes the shapes of the letter of the alphabet to vary up the pussy licking, but there was no chance for him to try that out. Mostly, he just stuck his tongue out and sometimes came into contact with her writhing body, and sometimes didn't. He concentrated on squeezing his PC muscle so he wouldn't shoot his load after only a minute or two, but it wasn't easy given the way Katherine was giving the blowjob her absolute all. 

He hung in long enough until he felt her body tremble with a great orgasm and then he let his restraints go and shot a load right into her mouth. He was intrigued to notice how much pussy juice gushed out and wetted his face while he was spraying her tonsils with cum. 

But all too soon their orgasms were over. Katherine switched from being a boundless ball of energy to barely having the energy to roll off her brother. She fell into a clingy and cuddly mood, which suited Alan's newfound exhaustion just fine. 

As they lay side by side, she whispered, "Big Brother, that was the best surprise ever! I was having this dream about you really nailing my cunt with your massive pussy pleaser, just like I do most every night, and then all of the sudden I wake up and it's really happening! Well, close enough, anyway. In fact, the fact that you were willing to go down on me was even better than regular intercourse! That was so unexpected!" 

Alan grinned. "I know. For me too. I wasn't really planning on doing that, but I just figured, 'Why not?' That was my first time going down on a woman. I hope I didn't suck too bad." 

"You're first time?!" she whispered excitedly. "Wow! That's totally cool! You make me feel so loved. Ohmigod! ME! Your first time!" 

"Sssh!" 

"Sorry," she replied quietly. "It's just that I'm so excited. I wish I could tell Mom. She'd be totally thrilled, if it weren't for her reservations about us being together." She sat up some and looked at him with renewed excitement. "But you know what the coolest thing of all is?" 

"What's that?" 

"That you could just come in my room in the middle of the night and take me at any time, in any way you like! I've never felt so totally, well, fuck toy-ish! Sleeping in this bed is never gonna be the same knowing that at any given moment you could burst in and take me any way you like, ravage me, and fill any of my holes with your precious little baby makers!" 

"Does that bother you?" 

"BOTHER me?!" Realizing she was getting too loud, she lowered her voice again. "Bother me? Are you kidding? I don't know how I'll get to sleep ever again, 'cos I'll be too excited thinking about all the things you could do to me at any time!" 

Alan was very pleased. He'd had an extremely sexually satisfying time, even though it was rather short, but more importantly he knew Katherine didn't feel neglected any more. 

After a few more minutes of post coital cuddling and kissing, he snuck his way back into the hallway. On a whim, he went down to his mother's bedroom instead of his own, opened the door, and peeked in. He saw her lying on her side, loudly breathing, and obviously deep asleep. Even though her body was completely covered by sheets and blankets, her face still looked startlingly beautiful as it was lit by the moonlight shining through the window near her bed. 

As Alan stared, he thought, Sis is right. Things have really been opening up around here. Now that Ron is gone, not only can I sneak into Sis's room at any time, but what's to stop me from sneaking in here and having my way with Mom any time I like? It's almost a bummer than I'm such a deep sleeper. But what's a real drag is that I need so much sleep or else I'd make a midnight crawl to one bed or another every single night! Heh-heh! 

Closing the door, he snuck back to his bed and immediately fell asleep. 

CHAPTER 2 

Alan couldn't wait for Friday to be over. The reason was the tennis tournament. He was so physically tired from playing too much tennis and not getting enough sleep that he hardly had the energy for sexual fun anymore. He went from eight climaxes on Tuesday to six on Wednesday and four on Thursday (including his three A.M. adventure in Katherine's bedroom although it was technically on Friday). He worried that if the pattern continued, he would ruin his six times a day average. 

In the morning, again he neither masturbated nor was pleasured, because he chose to sleep until the last possible minute. Susan had to drive him to school so he wouldn't be late. About the only fun thing to happen was the way Katherine asked him several times with a knowing smirk if he'd had a good sleep. 

Glory could see Alan was dragging. Responding to his needs, she made sure their lunch together was more of a nap for him. She could tell that he needed affection and rest much more than additional orgasms, despite his punishing six times a day schedule. 

He lay on the floor of his classroom and cuddled with Glory with his eyes closed for most of lunch, drifting in and out of consciousness. That's all that happened. He left feeling better than he'd felt all day. He also felt closer to Glory than ever before.

As his fifth period class started, he realized that he felt completely okay and rested for the first time all day. He began to think he'd be able to get through the last day of the tennis tournament after all. 

But then something surprising happened. Only a few minutes into the class, a school secretary came into the class and handed the teacher a note. 

His teacher said, "Alan, there's a note here for you. Looks like it's another one of these counselor things."

That was a reference to the periodic meetings school counselors scheduled with students. Every so often, students would be called in to discuss their academic prospects for college and/or their career plans.

Alan was a bit surprised that his name was called because normally students were told in advance when their next counselor meeting was, but he picked up the permission slip and left the classroom. Meeting with his counselor was just about the last thing he wanted to do at the moment, given the way that his studies had been suffering lately.

But then he had another surprise. He hadn't gone far down the hall when Heather's best friend Simone rounded a corner and came right up to him. "Hi, Alan," she said quietly, and then handed him another note. She waited for him to read it.

It said:

Alan,

Scratch your supposed counselor meeting. That was just a ruse to get you to meet me since you've ignored all my other messages. I really need to meet you right now. It's very urgent. I have something important to tell you. Please meet me in the upper parking lot. I'm waiting for you.

Heather

Simone waited until Alan pocketed the note and then asked him, "So. Are you going to meet her?"

Alan grumbled, "Yeah. I guess." He was upset at Heather for a number of reasons and it showed.

Simone looked at him sympathetically. "I know what you mean. She can be infuriating at times. But once you get to know her, she's really not that bad. She's more bluster than bite. Anyway, see you around."

So Alan made his way to the upper parking lot after stopping by the bathroom and carefully flushing Heather's note down the toilet. He found Heather leaning up against a blue Mustang. It was a nineteen-sixties era model but it looked as if it were brand new. He knew from seeing her around that this was her car.

He noticed that she was wearing a San Diego Chargers tank top, a black skirt, and high heels. He thought to himself, DAMN, she's looking fuckable today. Then again, she looks pretty damn fuckable every day. Is she wearing a bra? I don't think so. How can she get away with wearing that at school?

He walked up to her and said, "Hi Heather. What's so important? Please make it quick 'cos I have to get back to class."

"No you don't," she countered, smiling and acting on her best behavior. "Those counselor sessions last a good fifteen minutes, if not twenty, so if you get back any quicker than that it'll make your teacher suspicious."

Alan conceded the point by not arguing with her. Instead, he asked, "How is it that you can get these kinds of permission slips? We could be in big trouble if anyone sees us out here, skipping class."

"PUH-lease! This whole school administration is so malleable. You just have to know how to handle people. Believe me, if some official catches us here, by the time I'm through talking, he or she will actually THANK us for missing class. And as for how I get the slips, don't you worry your pretty head about that. Let's just say that a lot of people owe me favors."

Alan didn't like her condescending tone. He pressed, "Fine. Let's cut to the chase. What's so important that you had to drag me out of class?"

Heather replied, "You and I have things to talk about and things to do, but you've been ignoring all the notes I sent you. I sent you a note on Wednesday apologizing for what I did at your house on Tuesday. I thought that was being real lady-like, sending an apologetic note. But no reply. Then yesterday I sent you one inviting you to my house for a little fun. But you didn't crawl in through my window that evening. Even today I sent you one earlier telling you where to meet me during lunch, and you didn't show. So I've been forced to take sterner measures. You did get all of my notes, didn't you?" 

Alan nodded, but said, "I didn't respond 'cos I wanted you to contact me directly. If you want to talk to me so badly, why not just say something in the hall between classes? I must have passed by you a bunch of times in the past few days, yet you won't even make eye contact with me. So screw you and your notes delivered by your minions. I have nothing to say to you if you're too ashamed to be seen with me."

Heather was surprisingly contrite. "Alan, I'm really sorry. I can understand how you feel. I'd like to talk to you in school, I really would. It's frustrating for me too because I feel like you and I have something special going between us. You're not like all the other guys, not by a long shot. But you have to understand my position. This is a very delicate time for me. As you probably know, our class chooses the school's homecoming queen before the end of the semester. True, I'm the frontrunner, but Donna's breathing down my neck. If I'm seen consorting with a full-on nerd, well, that's just the kind of thing to give her the edge."

Alan growled. "Dammit, there you go with the nerd thing again. You make it seem like I'm a leper or something. What's so shameful about being a good student and having a certain taste in popular entertainment? Why should I be socially condemned because I like Star Wars and Star Trek? That's fucking excellent entertainment." 

She didn't reply so he went on, "I've been doing some thinking since Tuesday. Yes, the fucking was a lot of fun, but you really annoy me. Both times after we've had sex, I ended up feeling like I'd been used by you. I don't need that kind of grief. I have lots of other women at least as beautiful as you that I'd much rather be with. Go find some other victim to trick and tease and torment."




Six Times a Day Pt. 17



Heather had a hard time admitting it, even to herself, but she really needed Alan. The two times she'd had sex with him were heads and shoulders above what she was used to in her usual sexual encounters with the big jock types in the school. The way he called her names and the fact that he played hard to get made her want him even more. 

Actually, it wasn't really playing hard to get because she could tell he wasn't just playing; he had been with other women of Heather's caliber so he could take or leave her. Yet she loved the challenge of trying to keep him interested, since she'd never had to do that with any guy before. 

She knew that she might find other guys just as sexually endowed and/or talented as Alan, or possibly even more so, but they wouldn't have Alan's other attributes. Even though she didn't know Alan that well, she instinctively felt that only he knew how to treat her the way she needed to be treated.

She almost never apologized or compromised with anyone, but she was willing to go a long way to get what she wanted from Alan. She said to him, "Alan, let's talk. Let's work this out. I'm not as bad as you think. I know I've treated you badly, but I want to make it up to you. Tell me what you'd like me to do."

Alan was quite surprised by that. He quickly thought what he might want from her, and then said, "Okay. We'll see how serious you are. If you want me to fuck you - and I know that's the only thing you care about when it comes to me - I need you to do two things for starters. One, you have to be friendly to me in public in school."

Heather considered that. She looked and felt quite conflicted about the idea, but she finally said, "I'd like to. I really would. The problem is, I've dug myself into a bit of a hole on that one."

She seemed hesitant to say more, so Alan prodded, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you know when Katherine and I ran into you and your friends at the beach the other day?"

"Yeah?"

"It seems your friend Steve decided to go around and tell everyone that you and I were good friends. To make matters worse, he actually told people that I had respect for nerds who did well academically. Of course I had to say something to protect my reputation. So I kind of put you down and laughed at the idea that I would even talk to you."

Alan figured that when she said "Steve" she must have meant his best friend Sean. But given the way Sean had acted around her, he figured it might be a good thing if she couldn't remember his correct name, so he didn't try to correct her about that. However, he got angry at the rest of what she said. 

"You see?! This is the problem. Heather, you think I'm some kind of self-abusing moron? Why the hell would I ever talk to you after you treat me like that behind my back?!"

She grabbed him by his shoulders. "Alan, look! I said I'm sorry. I really am. This whole thing has been a big learning experience for me, too, all right? I thought I had everyone pegged by the groups they belonged to, but now you've come along and upset everything. You're way down the social ladder, and yet I LIKE you. Okay? It's not just that you're so good at fucking; I actually respect you. You don't put up with shit. You're clever. You know how to get what you want. You remind me a lot of myself, actually."

Alan was enjoying the compliments, but he winced at that last one. The last thing he wanted to be was anything like Heather. But still, he was moved by what seemed to be genuine regret on her part.

He said, "Okay, we'll see how sincere you are. I'd love to see you tell everyone about your new nerdy friend. Make it happen. I know you can. You're fucking Heather goddamn Morgan, for crying out loud! When you say 'Jump!' everyone says, 'How high?' Instead of having people think you're hanging with a nerd, make them think that I'm cool enough to be with you. You can do that no problem. You make or break people at this school all the time."

Heather considered that idea. After a long pause, she said, "Perhaps that would work. Admittedly, I'll have to take a hit. I can't completely avoid that. But maybe there is a way I can finesse this and mostly undo my earlier gaffe." 

She thought some more, and then said, "How does this plan sound? I'll have Simone casually mention how cool and sexy you are at lunch. I'll get a couple of my other followers to enthusiastically agree. Naturally, everyone will turn to me for my opinion. I'll confess that I've been so impressed by you myself that I've been trying to get close to you. I'll say that I'd denied that I'd talked to you because I want you all for myself." 

She added, "Of course, naturally that'll surprise a lot of people in the 'in crowd' and there'll be a lot of doubt and grumbling. It'll take a few days to convince them that I'm not just playing a gag and that you're lying low and posing as a nerd because you're secretly too busy doing all kinds of amazing things to bother playing the social game. By and by, your reputation will rise and then I'll be able to be seen with you. In fact, before long you might find yourself having to fight the ladies off."  

Alan laughed. "That's a bit dishonest and sneaky and I'm annoyed that you have to pretend that I'm a non-nerd in disguise, but I suppose it could work. What's this secret cool work I'm doing at home?"

Heather considered the question carefully, then answered, "I don't know. Maybe we shouldn't get too carried away with tricky intrigues. Let's just say that you're secretly ultra rich and you're some kind of Rudolph Valentino type fucking all kinds of amazing women in your spare time. That'll definitely overcome the stigma of your dweeby Star Trek marathons and all your little Dungeons and Dragons games. People may not necessarily believe it, but they'll wonder about it, and look at you in a new way."

Alan had to struggle to keep his poker face. Heather was much more accurate with her cover story than she realized. In addition to all of the truly spectacular women he was fucking, his family was much wealthier than he let on at school where he generally acted like he had few possessions beyond a limited selection of generic shorts and T-shirts. His didn't even own a cell phone, much lessown a car. She was even correct in her guess that he'd played Dungeons and Dragons fairly often in the past few years. 

But he simply said, "I guess that works. But after that, I never want to hear you say the word 'nerd' again, okay? You're a good actress, but I don't believe you've actually changed your mind about socially labeling people and pigeonholing them one bit. You're just making a big exception for me because you like the way I fuck."

That was true, but Heather knew better than to admit it. She just continued to look at him with regretful, puppy dog eyes. She threw in an extra hurtful expression to pretend she was offended that he didn't believe her. 

Alan continued, "If you do that and actually follow through by speaking to me in the halls, then great. But it's probably a moot point because you won't agree to my other demand. I don't like you cheating on Rock. It's not that I particularly care anything about him, though I do feel a bit bad for the guy, it's just that I have no desire to get beat up by him or his football player buddies. He looks exactly like the kind of dumb brute that would go postal and beat me within an inch of my life if he found out what you and I were doing. And you like to take chances and even rub his nose in it, like your whole crazy Baskin Robbins escapade. That's a recipe for disaster. Like I said, I have plenty of other women in my life. You're just not worth the risk."  

Even though he said this, he was very much hoping she'd prove him wrong.

Heather greatly resented being called "not worth the risk," but at the same time it made her want to prove to him that she was worth it all the more. She replied, "You don't understand. I'm charmed. Charmed, I tell you! I don't get caught. Ever. And if I ever was I'm sure I could talk my way out of it. I'm not worried in the slightest."

"That's nice for you, Heather, but I AM worried. And that's all that matters to me."

"Alan, listen to me. You don't play the social game at school so you don't understand what's at stake here. I honestly don't like Rock at all. In fact, I loathe him and laugh at him behind his back. You know that. So normally I'd be more than glad to break up with him. But he's the star quarterback. Everyone at school falls all over each other just to smell his farts. He's my ticket to a guaranteed win in the homecoming queen race." 

She grimaced with anger. "You don't know what goes on in my circles, but Donna is tough competition. She's got her own schemes and support network backing her up. Right now there's a sort of Cold War-type truce between us. She's pretty much conceded my victory because I'm going steady with Rock. But without him, it could turn into a nasty knock down, drag out fight over who gets the homecoming queen title."

Alan hardly knew Donna, a beautiful brunette prima donna who was frighteningly similar to Heather in many ways, but he knew enough to know that Heather was probably largely accurate in her assessment. He asked, "What's the big deal about that title anyway? So you get to wear a tiara and wave at people for an evening. Big whoop."

"You don't get it! It's all about confirming my number one status. I can't stand to be number two. I can't do it! I won't!" She looked at him with a fierce determination. "That's NOT going to happen. Period!" 

Alan was of two minds. A part of him hoped that his demands were too much for Heather because in his heart he knew she was a negative influence on him. But another part wanted to see her cave so she could be his wanton school fuck bunny, consequences be damned. Since she'd made the decision to stand tough, he decided that it was probably for the best that they go their own ways. 

He said, "Well then. That's just too bad. I hope you find someone else who can take my place." He turned and began to walk away.

Heather's face looked resolute. But as it became clear he was really walking away, she caved. She could hardly believe what she was doing, but she yelled, "Wait!"

Alan stopped and turned around.

Heather was fairly confident that she could beat Donna without having Rock as a boyfriend; it would just be a lot more difficult. And she knew it really wouldn't be that big of a hit to be seen with Alan, provided she could boost his image first. It wasn't that she minded what she was losing that much; it was just the principle of losing that galled her. 

But she said, "Okay. You win. I'll drop Rock like a stone. Ha ha, get it? Who knows, it might actually be better this way. A battle with Donna is something I could sink my teeth into. It might even be an amusing diversion, just so long as I win. But I'll need some time to let Rock down easy without a big blowup that'll damage my reputation even more, or arouse his suspicions. And don't think that this means I'll go out with YOU. I like you and all, but that's going too far. Your reputation can only be rehabilitated so much. If I was openly dating a nerd, okay, an ex-nerd, Donna would walk away with the title for sure."

Alan chuckled. "What makes you think I'd want to go out with you?" 

That took her by complete surprise.

After she failed to verbally respond to that, he paused and eyed her critically. "Huh. You do surprise me. If you're willing to do all that, I guess I can compromise."

CHAPTER 3

Heather could hardly believe how happy the deal made her. She decided that she absolutely had to have Alan's long shaft in her at that very moment. Fuck just shaking hands. "Not worth the risk" my ass! Let's do this right! 

She pulled her tank top off and stood there topless. "It's good doing business with you, kind sir. What say we do a little bit of celebrating to seal the deal?"

Alan looked around in a panic. "Heather, put your top back on already! What the hell are you thinking?! We're in the middle of the school parking lot!"

"I know," she smiled, unperturbed. "Isn't it fun?" She was wearing a short black skirt but pulled it up around her waist and spread her legs to better display her pussy to him. "Steaming hot pie is being served. Come and get it."

Alan immediately said, "Shush! Keep your voice down!" He rushed right up to her so he could block the view of her by putting his body in the way. He hoped that if anyone was looking at him from the general direction of the school they would be far enough away from them to make it look merely like two people standing close and talking to each other. But there was an open street in the other direction and nothing between the two of them and lots of traffic except for a sidewalk and a few more rows of parked cars.

He pressed himself closer to her so they were practically nose to nose. He admonished, "Put your clothes back on this instant! Don't be crazy!" Her bared nipples pressed into his T-shirt. 

All of a sudden, Heather disengaged and walked to the side of her car. She took the tank top she held in one of her hands and slipped it into a car window she'd left partially open. Because the window had been opened just a little bit to help the car from overheating, there was no way for Alan to reach in and unlock the door to retrieve it. 

She smiled devilishly as she said, "What, you said lock my clothes in the car? And keep them there until you've finished fucking me? Okay." Her hands went to her skirt and she made to pull it down her legs. "I guess you're the boss now that you beat me, and I'm just the helpless slut that needs to be seriously fucked." 

"Wait!" Alan said with great alarm.

Heather froze in place for the time being - mostly. She'd made her way back to the front of the car where Alan was, but he was still a few feet away from her and the front end of the car. She turned around so that her back was to Alan, then pulled her skirt up to her stomach and preened over the hood of the car. She could tell that Alan was struggling and trying to decide what to do, and she figured that if he had a great view of her exposed ass and pussy, that might push him in the right direction.

Alan tried to think. He looked around again and watched all the cars driving by. Luckily there were no traffic lights or stop signs nearby, so the cars were moving at a fast pace. 

God, I can only hope that if anyone does looks over and sees us, they'll be out of sight before they can really figure out what's going on. But as bad as those cars over there are, the danger of some school official stumbling onto us is ten times worse! I mean, sure, this lot is completely empty of people now, but what if someone's sick and has to go home or they have an appointment? There are all kinds of reasons even teachers might come to this very lot to get their car! 

I know Heather's got a talent for manipulating people, but there's no fucking way she could talk her away out of us being caught here like this! I mean, everything's just hanging out all over the place. First her tits and now her pussy. She's like, basically completely naked! This is completely out of control! 

But while Alan's mind was thinking these rational thoughts, his body was reacting on a more primal level. His eyes went up and down Heather's backside, from her black high heels all the way up miles upon miles of tanned long legs, then further up her feathery blonde ponytail. Each inch of her was too perfect and fuckable to resist. He found himself incredibly aroused by Heather's daring nakedness and all the danger. 

The way Heather had started to rhythmically move her ass up and down and side to side wasn't exactly helping him to keep a level head either. She whispered sexily, "Hurry! I need a real man who knows how to use my puss for his pleasure."

As he felt his resolve slipping, he cursed to her, "You were planning this all along, weren't you? Why the hell did you choose to meet me in the parking lot of all places?! You can't get any more wide open than this!"

"Oh, I can. I suspect you're going to open me up really good and wide right now." She let her skirt slide down her muscular legs until it was dangling off of one of her feet, then she picked it up and threw it over her shoulder. She used both hands to pull her pussy lips open wide to help illustrate her meaning.

"Heather!" Alan cried in frustration and animal lust. He'd seen her skirt go sailing completely over her car, so he scurried around the Mustang and picked it up. While he'd given up on rescuing her top, he hoped to at least get her to put the skirt back on. As he quickly returned to where he was standing, he complained, "That's not what I meant!" 

Heather bent over at an even more lewd angle and pried her pussy lips open with her fingers. "Alan, I just gave up my boyfriend and school reputation to be your slut. Fill me with it! I need it so bad!" 

Alan caved in, at least partially. "Okay, fine, we can fuck, but not here! Not now!"

"But Alan," Heather said with uncommon calm, "why do you think I picked this spot?" She slithered her way towards Alan like a cheetah stalking its prey and slowly closing in for the kill. "It seems wide open, but no one ever comes here. This is the safest place in the school 'cos it's cut off from the buildings and on a different level. Believe you me, I know since I skip class so much." 

It was in fact far from the safest place, but she hoped that Alan was too overcome by lust to clearly think about it. She was very glad to be the one pulling the strings again and getting him all flustered, after having to make some inconvenient compromises. It salved her ego.

Alan found himself backing up as she steadily advanced. He was losing control but still resisting. He'd look at her and feel ready to acquiesce, but then he'd look around at the parking lot and passing cars and stiffen his resolve.

She saw that he could back up forever in a wide open parking lot like this one. So she tried a different approach, knowing Alan wanted her but needed more of a push to overcome his security issues. She sat up on the hood of the car and then laid down upon it as if posing for a centerfold photo. 

It was a reasonably warm partly cloudy day and the metal on the hood was so hot that it almost burned her skin, but she didn't care. She thought, Soon, I'm going to be burning on the inside too, as Alan's molten hot cock slides in all the way. After a titanic, volcanic fuck, he'll erupt and shoot his hot lava all over my defenseless pussy!

Alan just gulped. He found himself pulled back towards her against his will. He thought, It's like I'm the Millennium Falcon, helplessly caught in the Death Star's tractor beam! What a good metaphor too, 'cos Heather's pure evil just like Darth Vader and his empire.

He complained, "God, Heather, you're a total slut."

Heather stretched and purred like a kitten, or perhaps more fittingly for her personality, like a lioness. "What are you waiting for, big guy? The longer you stand there and dither, the greater the chance we'll get caught. I'm all helpless and naked. I'm YOUR helpless and naked slut, begging for your big fat cock! The sooner you finish fucking me, the sooner I can dress."

Alan yelped, "Cover yourself! This is insanity!" He stepped forward and handed her the skirt. 

She just laughed and tossed her skirt over her shoulder again.

Alan looked all around and saw one male driver on the road staring right at Heather as he sped on by. This man was so transfixed that his car swerved wildly all over the road. It was a close thing that there wasn't an accident.

The wild swerving looked pretty hilarious from a distance, but Alan didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry. He was so torn by the conflict between lust and danger that he thought he was losing his mind. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 17



Heather responded to his call to cover herself by placing one of her hands over her pussy. She opened and closed the gaps between her fingers several times, effectively playing peek-a-boo and drawing even more of Alan's attention to her hot slit. "Is that better?" she asked in a voice dripping with desire.

Alan's mind boggled at how calm Heather appeared through all of this. She acted like lying naked on a car in the middle of the school day with cars driving by was something she did all the time and no particular big deal. But that was just how she looked on the outside, to better project her cool seductress pose. 

On the inside, her heart was beating harder than it even had before. She had done a lot of wild things in her life, but nothing as crazy as this. She hadn't been on the hood for more than a minute and she was already dying to get off of it, especially since the hot metal was so uncomfortable, but it was a game of chicken to see who would break first. She would rather burn than lose. 

CHAPTER 4

By this point, Alan was bursting with lust, anger, and incredulous shock. He couldn't believe how Heather had tricked him like this and couldn't believe what he was actually going to do. Seeing Heather sprawled across the hood of the car in such a public place was simply too arousing to resist. 

"Okay, I'll fuck you, but only if you come down here this second!" He was rather futilely trying to convince himself that he was only fucking her to put her in a less exposed position so they wouldn't both get caught. 

Heather just about flew off the hood and into Alan's arms. She didn't want him to know, but she was extremely relieved to retreat from such an exposed position and find shelter in the relative safety of his warm embrace. In her heart of hearts, she knew that she'd gone too far and taken an unacceptable risk. But she'd dared and triumphed. It felt fantastic. 

Alan yelled with malice, "Oh, I'll fuck you, all right. I'll fuck you good! Turn around and take it doggy style like the bitch and slut that you are!"

Heather eagerly complied. She put her hands on the hood as if she was about to be frisked by a police officer. The thought of being frisked while wearing nothing but a pair of high heels turned her on even more. She thrust her ass back at an outrageous angle, ready and willing to be probed and invaded. "You're so right! I'm such a slut, but only for a real man like you!" 

Alan fumbled with his shorts. He was too nervous and excited to properly get the zipper down. Imagining all kinds of drivers and passers by watching, he still tried to crowd his body right up next to Heather's to reduce the chance of her being seen. But with his penis practically poking into her bare, deeply tanned ass, things were just too exciting and he still couldn't manage his zipper. He knew that they were in great danger of getting caught and his anxiety increased with every passing second. 

He finally just yanked his shorts down so he could get on with it. They dropped all the way down until they were dangling around one of his ankles, leaving his ass completely bare in case anyone from school happened to look in his direction. 

But he didn't care. His mind was so overtaken by lust that he couldn't think straight. His heart was pounding like a hammer so loudly that he could hardly hear anything over the din. Even his sight was reduced to tunnel vision, which the human body does sometimes at times of great crisis.

Alan grabbed Heather's ass with both hands and rammed his penis all the way in her pussy with one massive thrust. "God DAMN you, bitch! How DARE you! Fuck! Fuck with me?! I'll fuck YOU! I'll show you!"

Heather was excited beyond belief. She loved how Alan was taking charge and acting so aggressively. She loved how she'd made him do something he didn't really want to do. She loved the thrill of possibly getting caught. She loved watching the cars drive by and seeing the startled looks of some of the drivers. She loved the powerful thrusts pistoning in and out of her.

Oh yes, fuck me you well hung stud! Fuck me like you really mean it! Make me take every last inch of your eight incredible inches until I'm screaming for mercy! FUCK ME! 

"Do it!" she screamed. "Show me with your thick cock! Show me how to treat a shameless slut!"

She tried to remain standing with just her hands on her car propping her up, because she didn't want to dirty herself any more than she already was (the car actually was quite clean, but Heather didn't want any dirt on her skin at all). 

But Alan continued to nail her so hard that she was inevitably pushed into the bodywork of her car. Her hot and wet pussy sheathed his dick with such a tight and perfect fit that he was too overcome with pleasure to care how hard her naked skin got pushed into the metal. He was nearly delirious with desire. 

Before long, she was bent over with her big breasts pressed into the dirty and hot metal of the car's hood, where she'd just been sprawled out. At first she was disgusted by the dirt, but soon enough she loved that too. It made her feel more feral and wanton to fuck with complete disregard to her surroundings. 

Alan repeatedly slammed her into the front end of the car like he was trying to drive her clear through it. He fucked her as fast and deep and hard as he possibly could. He was as angry as he could get and also mindful of the urgent need to finish up quickly.

After his initial verbal outburst, he did have enough presence of mind to remember that screaming and yelling made it a lot more likely that they would be found out. So he restricted himself to impassioned groans and grunts as he pummeled her pussy.

Heather, likewise, wanted to scream like a banshee at the top of her lungs but she knew that wasn't prudent. She also ended up grunting and moaning so loudly that they could be heard from a fair distance away. It was simply impossible to remain quiet while being fucked so hard and so good.

Alan had contempt for guys who lost control in less than five minutes, but that's exactly what he did this time. In just a little over three minutes, he started to shoot his seed into her with tremendous force. But what a three minutes they were. Alan had never fucked anyone as intensely before. His penis moved so fast it was almost a blur.

And when his climax came, he truly climaxed. True, he didn't have much cum to give after being tapped out in recent days, but that didn't faze him or Heather. With one final great thrust, he drove so deep into her that it seemed as if he would truly split her in two. He actually saw stars as he roared.

Heather loved it so much that she came hard too, right on cue. Their mutual orgasms helped propel them to higher and higher peaks of ecstasy. She kicked her legs high into the air, occasionally kicking his back with her high heels during uncontrollable spasms. 

After hitting his mountainous peak, Alan didn't have much left. He kept his dick all the way in her because he was too overwhelmed to withdraw, and then he collapsed on top of her. But still, his penis jerked and jerked, pumping out the rest of his ropes of thick cum until he was completely tapped out. He felt so satiated that it seemed like he'd never need to cum again. The sky started to go black... 

The next thing he knew, his body was lying directly against the hot metal hood of the car and his face was pressed painfully against it. Hands were pulling his shorts up.

He turned around and managed to sit up just as Heather finished pulling his shorts up. He noticed that she had her skirtback on, but still looking very sweaty and disheveled. There were scuff marks on her arms and legs. He could even see indentations on her face where it had been flattened into some piece of car trim. Nonetheless, she looked great. She had that "just fucked" look that some women sometimes try to imitate by having their long hair deliberately fall out of place, but she didn't have to fake it because she indeed had just been royally fucked.

She chuckled. "Looks like we both passed out. Who knows how long we've been lying here?"

"Oh shit!" Alan stood and looked around frantically.

She laughed. "Nah, I'm just kidding. I checked the clock in my car just now. I was only out a minute or two, and you took just a little bit longer. No way could I sleep smushed up against the hot hood of my baby. But still, we should probably get back." She moved to the side of her car and began arranging her hair by the reflection of the shiny metal on the side of her car.

Alan just breathed for a minute. He was too overcome to do any more. He found it amazing that she had no problem standing there topless and seemed more concerned that her hair was out of place. He could see her tank top still locked inside her car and briefly wondered how she would get it out since he saw no sign of keys or any place to hide keys. Then, after a brief scan to confirm they hadn't been spotted, he said, "You tricked me. Again. I feel used. Again. Fuck."

She turned to him and smiled. "But wasn't it great? Wasn't that the best fuck ever? Man, I've NEVER been fucked like that! Not even by you. Short, yes, but oh so sweet." She amped up her lustful look as she added, "You really showed me what happens to shameless sluts when they push too far. Their cunts get nailed and used real good." 

Alan just stared. He looked angry because he felt angry, and somehow that impressed Heather even more.

She joked, "Next time, I want you to actually fuck me as I lie across the hood. You say you want me to acknowledge you at school, so next time, let's do it on one of the cafeteria tables at lunch, ha ha!"

Even though she was joking, Alan was staggered at that thought. His mouth gaped.

Heather continued on happily, oblivious to his shock, "I'm already not regretting our deal. That fuck alone was worth it! I want you to do that to me every single day, baby." She actually leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek in an affectionate and intimate manner. 

Then she squatted down on the ground and opened her pussy lips with her fingers. A steady flow of whitish cum started to drip out. Her short black skirt rode up didn't do much to hide what was happening. She looked at him and joked a bit nervously, "Let's hope the pills I'm taking do their job. You may just be too potent, though, the way you gave it to me practically straight into my womb."

That snapped him out of his daze. Shit! Why didn't I use a condom?! What a disaster. Heather, the mother to my child? I don't think so!

He looked at her with great determination and said in a stern voice, "Well, I am doing some regretting. I have a new demand to make and it's non-negotiable. I'll fuck you, yes, but it certainly won't be every day because your cover story for me isn't that far off. I AM busy with some pretty amazing women when I'm not at school, and I'm not talking just about Amy. Any fucking will happen at the time and place of MY choosing. No more pressure, no more little notes delivered by your underlings. There will be no next time, if you're thinking up more insanity like this. And I'm not even going to think about fucking you until you come through on the rest of our deal. No more treating me like a leper and I want you to break up with Rock. Is that clear?"

She looked sad as she finished cleaning her pussy out as much as she could. Still topless, she stood and tried to wipe her skin clean from all the dirt. "It's clear. The only thing is you said you'd give me some time. I'll need about two weeks to arrange things with Rock. The poor fool thinks he's deeply in love with me. It'll be hard to shake him without clueing him in to the truth."

"Okay, you have until the end of next week with him. But I won't even think about fucking you again until you speak to me in the halls and treat me like I don't have some kind of disease. ... And... shit! Disease! Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! Why didn't I use a condom? GOD, I'm so stupid!"

Heather ran a finger underneath his chin. "I know you're not stupid about protection. You just can't resist me. Join the club." 

Alan wanted to make a gagging gesture at her arrogant "join the club" comment, but he was too worried about the time ticking away to start a fight. Cars were still driving past and some people were still staring as they drove. He wanted to shout, "Put your top on already!" but didn't, mostly because he figured she was trying to goad him to do just that.

She added, huskily, "Besides, bareback feels soooo goooood... Mmmm.... God DAMN, that was an excellent fuck!" Quickly switching gears from moony to business-like, she added, "And anyway, you have nothing to worry about. I'll use a day after pill just to be sure. And I'm completely clean. I get checked regularly."

Alan had his doubts about that, but rather than press the issue he just asked, "How long have I been here, exactly?"

"Don't worry, baby. If you go now, you'll still be back in the twenty minute time frame. No one will ever be the wiser. It's like I told you, I never get caught."

Alan walked off, but he was upset with himself. God damn letting my dick do all the thinking. Shit. Heather needs to be brought to heel. She seriously needs to be tamed, and good. She's a God damned menace to society! I can't BELIEVE she got me to fuck her in the parking lot. Actually writhing around while lying naked on the hood of her car?! Okay, it was hot as hell, but still a mind-bogglingly stupid thing to do. Never again, that's for sure!

When he looked back, he saw Heather unlocking the door of her car and picking up her tank top to put back on. He had no idea where the car key appeared from, but figured that was just another female mystery he would never understand.

CHAPTER 5

Alan finished the rest of his fifth period class still stewing at Heather. He hated feeling manipulated by her yet again, but after he calmed down some he realized, There are worse things than being "forced" to have a fantastic and intense fuck with Heather. As long as we weren't seen, then no harm, no foul. I'll just have to make sure I'll never allow myself to have such reckless public sex with anyone ever again. And I'll try harder to stay in control and on top of things whenever I'm around her. She's like some kind of Satanic succubus. The key is being able to fuck the succubus without sending your soul to Hell. That's a nice trick, if you can do it.

After the short but physically intense fuck, he wasn't looking forward to his sixth period tennis class. But in the end it wasn't so bad because his body rose to the occasion. He lost two matches and won one, which put him in the middle of the pack for the tournament as a whole. He was fine with that result. Truth be told, he didn't really care that much. He did exert a solid effort, but things like his appointment with Akami later in the day were much more important to him. 

He hurried home and squeezed in a half an hour nap before he had to leave to meet Akami.

As Alan drove to his appointment with Akami, he realized, Shit, I've only cum once today since I woke up, and it's nearly five o'clock. That's pathetic. There's no way I'm going to make it to six times today. All I want to do is sleep. No doubt Akami will want me to cum twice or three times, and then there's the women waiting at home, wanting to play even more. But I just can't do it. I've gone eight, six, four - today I'll probably manage two. 

Six times a day every single day is just fucking impossible. If it weren't for the likes of Brenda showing up, and the amazing and creative things that keep happening to me, I couldn't have made it this far. Shit. I'll be so embarrassed if I get to Akami's and I can't even get it up once. I might have to tell Akami that six times just isn't realistic and we need to make some kind of change.

But as Alan continued to drive to the appointment, he psyched himself up. Rather than go in complaining, he determined to go in confident, energetic, and aggressive.

As a sign of this new attitude, he met Akami in Dr. Fredrickson's waiting room with a polite wave, but then as soon as the door to the examination room closed, he kissed Akami passionately on the mouth before she had a chance to say more than, "Hi Alan, are you-"

Taken aback at first, she began kissing back. 

They kissed for several minutes while Alan fumbled around with buttons and zippers, getting her dress off.

Finally he succeeded in getting her dress off even as he simultaneously managed to take off his shorts. They ended the kissing.

"My! That certainly is one way to say hello to your nurse!" Akami said, pleasantly surprised.

"Akami, you don't know the half of it. You wouldn't believe all the things that happened to me since our last meeting two weeks ago. I want to show you some of them personally. My life has totally changed for the better, thanks to you and to my unique diagnosis." 

He quickly undid her bra and pulled down her panties. The very idea of finding a bra and having to take it off was almost entirely foreign to him now, since all the women he played with were usually naked or free of underwear to begin with (except for his teacher Glory, who still dressed conservatively in class. She usually left him a lot to take off during lunch).

"Whoa boy," Akami said as she halfheartedly tried to prevent him from taking off her panties. He pulled them down a bit and was reaching for her slit when she grabbed his wrists. "Hold on just a second. I'm excited to be shown those things you're talking about. But first, this is a medical appointment, and we actually do need to get a few formalities out of the way. Namely, your blood test. Let's do that now, so we can have nothing but fun afterwards."

"Okay," Alan agreed, seeing the logic in her idea. Not to mention, despite his show of eagerness, he wasn't actually that horny. He hoped that if his mind led, the rest of his body would follow, but that hadn't completely happened yet. He took off his shirt and lay in the examination chair, putting his feet in the stirrups. He sat completely naked, not bothering this time with his usual flimsy patient gown. 

"By the way," he asked while Akami readied the needle dressed only in her panties, "where is Dr. Fredrickson? I haven't seen him since the first time I came in here."

"He's in his office down the hall. You'll remember after your first appointment he agreed to give me complete authority over your case, so he stays out of direct involvement. I periodically report to him about you. If you want to see him today I can get him later."

All that was true, but she neglected to mention what he was doing in his office. After Alan's second appointment, Dr. Fredrickson had several video cameras secretly and very unobtrusively installed in the examination room where Alan had all his appointments. 

However, Akami was fully aware of the cameras. She certainly wasn't happy about them, but felt she had no choice but to give the doctor permission to use them. A sound system allowed him to hear every word spoken quite clearly as well. The doctor continued to fuck Akami on a daily basis, but he also got off watching, especially if were to involve a drop dead gorgeous woman like Susan fucking her son and a pretty nurse. That's what the doctor was hoping for, although it had yet to happen. 

At the very moment Alan asked the question, Dr. Fredrickson sat in his office without any pants or underwear on, adjusting the controls from several video monitors and getting ready for a show. Susan was the main attraction for him. She was the reason he risked his career and a prison sentence, because of the chance to watch her and maybe even do something with her. But he was disappointed that Susan hadn't shown up to accompany Alan. Watching Akami fool around with Alan was fun and got him off, but was a pale second to Susan since he already knew Akami and her body intimately.




Six Times a Day Pt. 17



"Yeah, why don't we do that." Alan wanted to meet the doctor again. Although he loved fooling around with Akami, he wanted some reassurance that he actually did have a medical problem needing treatment, and wasn't just being told a story so Akami could have fun. Not that he would change anything or even tell anyone if it was all a lie, but he wanted to know for himself.

Akami answered, "Okay, sure. Why don't we do that when we're done? Meanwhile, as I do this and run a few checks, why don't you tell me about your last two weeks? Sounds like you have quite a story to tell."

"Yeah, I sure do! Man, I don't even know where to begin. Two weeks is too long. It seems like years since I saw you last. Let's see. I'll just leap straight into it. A couple of days ago, I woke up with my mother's mouth wrapped around my penis. She likes to suck me off a lot. Then later in the day the head cheerleader at my school came over and fucked me in my bed. I'm also fucking another cheerleader and my sister at the same time. Yep, that's right. My sister. Then there's my neighbor Suzanne; you've met her. She likes to blow me as much as my mom. Then there's my beautiful history teacher. She helps me climax every lunch at school. As you can see, I'm getting a lot of help. It's fantastic."

"Holy cow!" said the nurse, truly shocked. "I figured something like that was happening, but I had no idea. I can't believe you're the same shy and virginal boy who first came in here. No wonder your penis is only partially hard. I'm amazed you can get it up at all."

Continuing his bluster, Alan decided to go all the way with a front of confidence. "Oh, but I can, and I will. Today I plan to finally fuck your pussy after you teased me so many times. At home I have my pick of four incredibly beautiful women who all want to make me orgasm next. Every day, it seems things get more and more intense."

She took it as a given that she would be fucked. She was so excited by that prospect and what he was saying that she picked up a stethoscope to see just how fast her heart was beating. She could no longer look him in the face because she was too busy staring at his crotch.

She asked him, "How could it possibly get any more intense?" She put the stethoscope on one of her nipples. She gasped at the feeling of cold steel and then put it on the other one.

"Believe it or not, I haven't actually fucked some of these people yet, like my mom or my teacher. But they're soooo ready to go, and so am I. Kinda like you and me. You are overdue to get fucked. Are you ready to do it right now?"

"Well hold on a minute. Are you... I don't know how to put this. Are you turning into an uncontrollable sex maniac?" She was suddenly genuinely worried about Alan. She slipped the hand not holding the probing stethoscope down her panties.

"Well kind of, but no. Really the answer is no. The fact is, yes, I've become addicted to sex, thanks to your treatment for my lack of energy. But I'm still maintaining other things in my life. For instance, I'm still studying and doing things with my friends." Alan was exaggerating on these points - sex was taking over all his free time. 

"And I've gotten more sexually aggressive, but I'm still a pretty mild guy. I would never rape a woman or do something like that. It's confidence combined with manners and control, which I guess is a rare combination women really find attractive. In fact, I think I've had an almost incredible level of self-control, if I do say so myself. 

"You should see how it is around my house. My mother has been running around naked or in the sexiest, most revealing clothes she can find, for weeks! She's been having me do things like massage her or put suntan lotion on her, even while she's teasing me, jacking me off and sucking me several times a day, and the whole time she's given me ridiculous rules about not touching her. Which I've scrupulously obeyed, pretty much. And now she lets me do most everything but fuck her. In fact, in recent days she's become seriously addicted to cocksucking and we're going at it hot and heavy a lot of the time. Yet I still hold back from that final act, at her command. How many people would be able to hold back in the face of such temptation? You know the Freudian thing guys have for their moms." 

Akami just nodded.

He continued, "And it's been like that all around. Women are just throwing themselves at me, but I hold back until they want it or even beg for it. In fact, I don't think I'M the sex maniac at all. It's all these women around me who are the sex maniacs! Take my sister, for instance. A few months ago she was the most prudish high schooler you'd ever expect to meet, but now she literally lives to suck my cock and have me fuck her silly, whenever possible. She's having lesbian sex with three other cheerleaders, and even eyeing my mom! I mean, I think I'm keeping a better balance with my schoolwork than she is! You should have seen the way she demanded that I give her a good spanking last night. I'm just surrounded by all these nymphomaniacs, and how can I say no if they throw themselves at me?"

"Did you?"

"Huh?"

"Did you give your sister a good spanking?" Akami was heavily panting and her fingers looked to be very busy inside her panties.

"Uh, as a matter of fact I did. Kind of a spanking and finger fuck at the same time."

"Whoa." Akami masturbated herself for another minute as she fantasized being in that situation. She'd never been spanked before. Her eyes glazed over and she stared right through Alan.

Finally she pulled herself together a bit, and struck a more professional tone. "That's a pretty remarkable story," she conceded. "I must say I'm a bit worried about you and some of these women, that things may be going too far. But at the same time it gets me pretty hot. All your talk of incest is so ... wrong, but so ... hot! Damn! Let me get this done so we can get down to some serious fucking. We can talk more about this later."

The nurse finished drawing blood in record time.

CHAPTER 6

Once they had all their business out of the way, Alan said, "Akami, take my place in the examination chair. I'm going to see just how wet you've gotten."

She eagerly obeyed his command. All the talking about his sex life was slowly reviving his libido, but he still wasn't fully there. He'd gotten erect talking to Akami, but then the shot caused him to go flaccid again. Somehow, he'd have to start all over on another erection.

Spreading the stirrups with her feet in them as wide as possible, he dropped down on his knees and began licking her pussy. He'd never done it before except for his experiment with Katherine earlier that morning. But he hoped that what he'd learned there would give him at least some clue so he wouldn't completely make a fool of himself. Mostly he thought of doing it so he could stall for time and hide the fact that his penis still wasn't hard. 

Akami didn't really mind his inexperience. She was beside herself with joy because cunnilingus was something her regular lover, Dr. Fredrickson, never did, as he found having a nose in someone's pubic hair to be repugnant.

Alan was initially grossed out by the hair, but before long he decided it wasn't really an issue. Although her pussy was unshaven, she had a rather sparse bush. He found he could lick her pussy lips without touching any of her pubic hair. 

He was very tentative and a little grossed out, but she loved it just the same. It was a lucky thing for him that his first time wasn't with someone more experienced with it, like Suzanne, or he might have been chastised.

Akami loved getting eaten out. She had more orgasms and leaked more cum than she ever had before. But it only inflamed her need. Soon she was begging him, "Fuck me! Enough of that! Take me! I want your cock, not your tongue! Do me! FUCK me!" She yelled this so loud that Dr. Fredrickson didn't need the secretly placed speakers to hear her quite clearly from his office.

Alan pulled off of her altogether. The delay, along with the smell and taste of her private place, made his penis hard and ready to fuck. But rather than satisfy her sexual cravings, he just stood there as she squirmed around in agony and anticipation. "Nurse, I appreciate your enthusiasm. But do you remember what you said last time? You said titfucks were very therapeutic. I completely agree, and believe me, I've been practicing them a lot, just as you requested. You said I should come back here and titfuck you again, then we could compare and contrast with a real fucking. So why don't we do that?"

"NoooOOOOoooo!" Akami cried in desperation. "Let's do it the other way around! Real fuck first and titfuck later! I can't wait!" She frigged her pussy with her fingers, but that just made her want Alan's real, larger penis in her pussy that much more. 

The examination table/chair was in the up position, making it more like a chair, so Alan worked the controls and brought it down until it lay flat like a bed. He took his sweet time making the changes, and she squirmed even more desperately with every passing second. Finally he got up on her and straddled her stomach.

She still protested. "No! You're too high on me! Scoot down, towards my pussy!" As though he hadn't even heard her pleas, he placed his penis between her boobs, pressed them together, and began thrusting in and out. 

Soon her cries of "No!" were replaced by cries of "Yes!" and a lot of loud moaning. 

With Akami now pressing her boobs close to make a fuck tunnel, he put his fingers in her mouth and thrust them in and out of her mouth as if they represented another penis. With his other hand he pulled at her nipples so hard she thought they would twist right off. He repeatedly pulled her entire tit up into the air by the nipple, and she loved it.

Alan felt he could last forever. He finally had mercy, and moved himself over her pussy.

"Lower! Lower! Yes! Right there!" Akami screamed as he scooted down her body. 

When he got ready to put his dick into her, he knew she would scream even louder, and he was worried about Dr. Fredrickson hearing (not to mention the rest of the neighborhood), so he decided to lay down on her chest and stick his fingers back in her mouth since he was too tall to fuck her while kissing her. That quieted her just like giving a baby a pacifier, but he was slightly pained when he finally speared her pussy since she reflexively bit down on his fingers.

Alan fucked her hard for many long minutes. He liked the fact that he had the nurse in the usual position of a patient on the examination table. It made him feel like a very naughty doctor. 

After about twenty minutes, he played out his doctor fantasy more overtly. He said to Akami, "Nurse, you seem quite hot. I'm afraid I'm going to have to measure your temperature. Turn over so I can insert a rectal thermometer."

Akami turned over and presented her ass to him, expecting that he would take her up there. She seemed very willing. She actually didn't tell him okay, but her labored pants showed how much she liked the idea. 

He considered it, but decided that was too gross. Instead, they did it doggy style. 

Akami was just as fine with the new position and was very vocally appreciative with her moans.

After several more minutes, they changed positions again. Alan had her sit on top of him. He watched her boobs rotate in circles as she bounced up and down on his pole. She rose up and down, twisting right and left, leaning forward and back, never repeating exactly the movements she'd done already. She rose and dropped, forcing him deep into her, followed by rising up slowly keeping just the head and a little of his shaft in, before working her cunt rapidly up and down on just a few inches, before engulfing the entire shaft once again. 

Alan was lost in his enjoyment of Akami’s actions. This feels absolutely fantastic. It’s like she’s a machine designed to give me nothing but pleasure, but she’s enjoying it even more than I am. I’m doing everything in my power to hold off from coming, I just hope I can outlast her. 

Akami could not believe how long he could fuck her without cumming. It was far beyond anything she had ever experienced or even heard about. 

At first she was greatly enjoying it, but then she began a nearly nonstop climax. He kept on fucking until she transcended to a level of being literally fucked senseless. She clenched the sides of the examination table and held on for dear life. She had no idea who she was, where she was, or what she was doing. She simply gave herself completely to the overwhelming pleasures engulfing her body. 

Alan was enjoying it too, but it wasn't the transcendent experience of total gratification being reached by Akami. 

They had lost all track of time when he finally emptied his hot load of cum into her. They'd completely forgotten to use a condom, but he figured correctly she was on birth control pills. 

She fell back on top of him, and they lay there exhausted on the examination chair for many minutes.

However, while Akami felt exhausted, Alan felt re-energized. Despite all the exertion, he felt better and more energetic than when he entered the office. He wasn't sure whether the sex was just good therapy or if bravado could be a self-fulfilling prophesy, but he was definitely amazed at himself. He had reserves of energy he never knew existed. He'd just gone with the flow and ceased to care, and the result was surprisingly good. He felt like he'd entered some kind of zone, like a runner who ran so long that he ceased to feel tired. 

His only regret was not using a condom. Am I just asking for trouble or what? First Heather, and now Akami, on the same day. Even though they were both on the pill, I didn't know that or even bother to think about the question. I just let my lust take control of my brain. I'm gonna be a daddy soon if I don't watch out! 

CHAPTER 7

At first Akami simply stared into the ceiling as if struck dumb. It took a while for her to regain her wits. But as they continued to rest, she whispered sweet nothings in his ear, telling him what a great lover he was. Whispering extremely quietly and directly into his ear, she said, "Don't repeat this or say it out loud, but just between me and your ear, that was the best fuck I've ever had, bar none. And I've had quite a few." 

She whispered quietly, for she knew Dr. Fredrickson would be listening and watching from the other room. Given that the doctor was fucking Akami on a daily basis, he wouldn't be exactly pleased to hear how much better a lover she thought Alan was. It wasn't that Dr. Fredrickson was a bad lover, but Alan just had natural talents, especially the stamina of youth, that the doctor could never match. 

She got back up and sat down on a chair. Alan sat in the other chair the room had. She put on her demeanor of being a professional nurse as best she could in the circumstances, such as still being totally naked and being nearly fucked out of her mind. 

She smiled as she said, "Okay, after that, I think I can put your earlier story into better perspective. Alan, you're a very impressive lover. That's the fucking understatement of the year. Those women you say are nymphomaniacs, they're not really naturally like that. It's just that you've made them that way."

"I have?"

"Definitely! I definitely, definitely, see what you mean about having a lot of self-control! Doing the titfuck first nearly killed me with anticipation. And then with the fuck, you kept pausing and recovering, and then coming back for more. It was unreal! It was like five fucks at once, each one building off the last one. Do you please them like you just pleasured me?"

"Hmm. I have to admit, that was probably my most impressive fuck yet. I don't know what it is, but my penis just kept staying hard. It's been doing that a lot lately. I think having pretty women give me prolonged stimulations every day has caused my penis to build up endurance levels that I didn't know were even possible. I mean, it seems like I'm erect almost all the time now, and it feels fine. Like Tuesday, I did it eight times, and I've even done it nine times in one day. Nine very prolonged stimulations."

"Holy... fucking... shit," Akami said, her mouth literally dropping open. She thought, Imagine this kid fucking me like that, but lasting literally for hours! No way! He could seriously kill someone. Death by fucking. What a way to go. If I could do that eight or nine times a day... I'd be in the insane asylum by the end of the week! 

Composing herself, she said with a nurse's demeanor, "I see. Very interesting. I definitely approve of you being more active this week so you can keep your average up. Do you think you could sustain that higher level for a longer period of time?"

"I don't know. Sometimes my penis feels really good and sometimes not so good. Right now it feels not so good. To be honest, you should have seen how I felt when I came in here. I was feeling like I couldn't take any more." 

"Why was that?" 

"Well, I'd been slowly recovering all day from too much excitement over the last week and just when I was starting to feel good the head cheerleader of our school's varsity squad met me in the school parking lot and made me fuck her right then and there! Phew! She really took a lot out of me." 

Akami would have assumed he was lying except for the fucking she'd just experienced. She could easily see the most beautiful girls in school falling all over Alan as soon as word of his sexual prowess got out. She just nodded and said, "I see." 

Alan went on, "But just when I thought I was all used up, I have a great fuck, as you know firsthand. It's weird. It seems like the longer this six times a day treatment goes on, the easier it is for my penis to stay hard for a really long time. Your tip to strengthen my PC muscle has helped, but it's more than that. I mean, how long were we going at it? Like thirty minutes, at full speed? But I'm already starting to get hard again 'cos you're sitting there naked and quite frankly, looking pretty fuckable."

Akami was fascinated. She looked at his crotch and saw that indeed his penis was growing. But she said matter-of-factly, "Wow. Your case is so interesting; I think it would make a good clinical case study. For instance, I wonder if your idea of such increased prowess through practice can be verified and objectively measured."

"Well, perhaps if you kidnapped me and did nothing but have me fuck you all day for weeks on end, we could establish a statistically significant body of data on it," Alan teased.

Lust broke through her clinical demeanor and she sighed wistfully. "Perhaps. God, don't I wish! But seeing how I can't kidnap you any time soon, why don't we add one more data point right now, by having you fuck me again?"

"If it's for the advancement of scientific knowledge..." Alan said joking, as he climbed on top of Akami. "Don't forget though," he added, "we need to take a sperm sample."

"Damn. I was hoping you could shoot all over my face and chest this time so we could save that for fuck number three."

He laughed. "Believe me, I've noticed that trick before." He thought of how his mother forgot to do the abnormality check so they'd have to do it again.

"Oh, by the way," Akami said casually as Alan slid his erection in her pussy. "As you may know, your mother talked to me again on the phone earlier toDAAAAY! Oh! Damn, you fill me up." 

He'd bottomed out right as she was saying "today" and it took her some long moments before her pussy could adjust and she could kept talking. "We talked a lot about these abnormality checks she's been giving you. I didn't even know she was doing that to you. I think it was just a trick all along so she could get to know your penis. She seems quite keen on you, you know. She got quite horny just talking to me about all of this, although she'd deny it. She says one thing, but her tone of voice says another. I doubt she realized how heavily she was breathing into the phone." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 17



Alan started to thrust in and out. He complained, "Yeah, she's hotter than an oven, but she says no intercourse and means it. 

Akami replied, "That's bullshit! I think you should do it with her. Fuck your mother!"

That sent Alan into overdrive and he started plowing into Akami deeper and faster. My mom was using the abnormality check just as an excuse to get physical with me? No way. Shit. So that means that the very first Tuesday of mad cocksucking, she was planning that all along! No fucking way. That gets me so powerfully aroused! 

He began really impaling her hard with each thrust. He shouted, "Look out, Akami!" He tackled her to the floor.

Once again, Alan gave Akami a mind-bending fuck, this time right on the floor. It wasn't quite as intense for her and she didn't lose her senses, but it was better for him. Akami ended up sitting on top of him because he was nailing her so deep that it sometimes hurt her, and this way she could be in control. She'd unleashed a beast inside of him when she suggested he should fuck Susan 

As they climaxed, he huffed and puffed, shouting, "Uh! Uh! Oh! Fu-! Fuck! Su-! Sus-!" Realizing he was starting to say his mother's name, he tried to cover it up. "Sue Me! ... Suzy! ... Suzanne! Fuck me, Suzanne!"

Once they were done, Alan was a bit miffed that Akami was chuckling. "What?" he asked testily.

"'Sue me?' Do you have some kind of lawsuit fetish? A desire to be sued at the height of climax?" She chuckled some more.

"That wasn't it. I just tripped over my tongue. I was trying to say Suzanne." 

Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Mmmm hmmm. Yeah, right. I'm sure it wasn't some other older woman whose name begins with Su- that you were thinking of saying. What was that you said earlier? 'You know the Freudian thing guys have for their moms.'"

Alan repeated defiantly, "I was trying to say Suzanne. She's really hot." He grew sullen and quiet. 

Akami decided it was a sore point and refrained from any further ribbing.

On the positive side, they did get a sperm sample, which was a good thing, because there was no way he could possibly manage a third time right then. Akami had made him pull out just before he came so he could shoot into a jar. 

His penis seemed to give out right after that, and his energy level crashed completely. He wondered if he'd even manage to drive home safely, he felt so tired. 

Akami wasn't much better. Her pussy was so sore that she could barely walk. She was grateful that his was the last appointment of the day because it would be all she could manage just to get home and take a long, hot bath to recover.

So reluctantly Akami had to end his appointment. She put on her lab jacket, but she felt so thoroughly fucked that it seemed a shame to confine her still throbbing pussy, so that was all she wore. 

As he was getting ready to go, she said, “You should ask Mrs. Pestridge if she’d be willing to give you lessons in cunnilingus, we women appreciate a stiff talented tongue. You would be wise to learn from an experienced partner and I just know she would be good at teaching you." 

"Good idea. I definitely want to get better. Thanks." 

CHAPTER 8 

But before Alan left, Akami discussed his medical condition with him some more. "Alan, I wanted to mention that your latest test results show good news. Your thyroid levels are up 25 percent. So that means you should be having more energy, though you may not be feeling it yet. Remember how that's the point of all this sexual activity?"

"Oh yeah," he responded, only half joking. Having to cum six times a day had become an end goal in and of itself, and while six times was a little much, he certainly didn't want to stop his sexual fun completely. Susan and everyone else gave little thought any more to the connection between the sexual activity and his energy level. But he still greatly desired having more energy and not having to always take a nap or feel like a useless rag.

Akami resumed, "I'm very keen to see what the blood test we did today will show, to see if that was a one time fluctuation or if it can be equaled or hopefully bettered. This new level is good, but you could stand to boost your thyroid 100 percent, not just 25. So I'll call in a couple of days and let you know. Depending on the results, we might have to make some changes in your regimen."

He nodded in understanding. He asked, "Is there any way we could make it five or four times a day?"

"I'm not sure. I can't make any promises. Depending on the results, we might even have to increase it to seven or eight times a day, though I highly doubt that."

Alan sighed and his face looked forlorn. He thought, Impossible. Completely impossible! Six times a day is the absolute outer limit. Please may the results not fall that way. I just couldn't take that much help.

She didn't mean that of course, since there were no real medical tests to base such a decision on; she just wanted to see what his reaction would be. She was intrigued at just how far one person could go. She took mercy on him and decided never to mention going more than six times a day again. 

She added, "Also, if you're still feeling sluggish, here's prescription for a potent vitamin supplement. You don't actually need a prescription for it, but this note will help make sure you pick the right one." Akami wrote a surprisingly long note while the both of them sat nearly naked in their chairs. Then she handed it to him. 

He took it and read it immediately, curious about its length. It read, "If you want vitamins, here's the name." A certain type of multivitamin was listed. But below that, it continued, "But screw vitamins. I shouldn't be doing this and I could get in trouble so keep it under your hat, but here's my home phone number." The number was listed, and her e-mail too. She went on in the note, "I can't wait two whole weeks until you fuck me again! PLEASE CALL ME, ANYTIME! I know you've got a lot of amazing people helping you out, but I'll make you feel soooo good. I promise! Love Akami."

Many words were underlined for emphasis, such as the word "ANYTIME," which she underlined three times. 

Alan took the note, and with a poker face simply put it in his pocket. There was something about Akami's vibe today that gave him the feeling he was being watched. He thought suspiciously, Why does she say this in a note, instead of telling it to me? 

But he held his tongue for the moment, and he replied in a bland voice, "I will follow this prescription to your satisfaction, nurse. Thank you very much." He put his hand on the doorknob as if to go.

"Oh, will you? Good!" she said excitedly. She wasn't as good at acting as he was. "I'll go get the doctor now." 

Just as he was turning the doorknob, she said, "Oh wait. Clothes first." Alan looked down and realized he was buck naked. Akami also was only wearing an open lab coat. They both went to get their clothes amidst much laughter. 

Alan was very chagrined that he'd almost walked out into the hallway in the buff, although it actually wouldn't have mattered much since Akami always arranged for the office to be completely empty of patients and even other staff during his appointments. He thought, I must be losing my mind. Forgetting to use condoms, forgetting to wear my clothes - what's next? About the only thing I seem to still remember anymore is where to stick my dick. 

Before she put on her clothes, Akami pointed toward her wispy bush and said in a sultry voice, "Remember Alan, you always have a special home here at the doctor's office. Right here between my legs. Next time, come well rested. I want to see just how many 'sperm samples' it takes to fill me up to overflowing." 

Alan grinned. "Will do."

"By the way," Akami added in a more clinical tone, "I'm still very concerned about this nymphomania problem. Please try to stay on top of your studies and have a social life with friends. There's more to life than sex, believe it or not. And regarding your sister Katherine, her case sounds very severe. I think it would be good if we could schedule an appointment so she could come in here and we could test to see if her sexual response falls within the norm."

Alan greatly clarified the message: "In other words, you want to have lot of sex with her."

"That's another way to put it," Akami said, smiling. "But don't worry, if either you or your sister or both of you come here in the future, there's no charge. Hell, I'll pay YOU if I have to. Both of you is better. And next time, let's make sure Susan comes in with you too, but only if she wants to play. Otherwise, for the love of God, come alone. "

"Yeah, I think she'd be into playing, now. Well, playing with me; she's not into women. But she might get off watching me with you. I hope so, anyway. She was a bit scared of you before, I think."

Akami noted, "She had a very different attitude on the phone, that's for sure. Her voice sounded so different. Before, there was restraint, but now she sounds so sexually free and liberated. She even laughs a lot more. And she was treating me like her savior for helping to initiate your treatment program, so that made me feel special." 

"Interesting," Alan commented. "Just a few days ago she was really torn up about stuff." 

Akami finished putting on her clothes. "In any case, why don't we go out and say hello to the doctor. I think its better you see him in the lobby than in here, since this room positively reeks of sex."

Just before leaving the room, Alan said, "I'll mention the idea of coming in to Katherine. I have a strong feeling she'll say yes." To himself, he added, But first I have to find out what this whole secret note thing was about.

As he walked out, Akami thought to herself, Such a good kid. So all around decent. He makes me feel so good. I feel awful about this video thing, even if the doctor is forcing me. I have to do something before it goes too far. Alan completely melted my brain with the best sex I ever had, and I'm standing by, silent? I can't let that happen. If the doctor films Alan and Susan next time, they could be blackmailed for life!

Dr. Fredrickson meanwhile had turned off his video cameras, shut and locked the cabinets where the video monitors were hidden, and put on his pants. At Akami's insistence, his video system had no way to record, so when the show was over it was over. Akami understandably didn't want videos made of her that could somehow wind up in the wrong hands and get her in a heap of trouble. 

There was nothing else worth watching outside of Alan's appointments, so he typically only opened those cabinets once every two weeks. However, that morning Dr. Fredrickson came up with a good idea, and used a camera on a tripod to take photographs of the video screen while it was playing. That way, he could have something to masturbate to later. Akami would have been very upset to know about the pictures he was getting, but he hadn't told her about them yet. 

He thought to himself, I should have thought this through and not resorted to half measures. Next time I'm gonna get another video camera to film the whole video as it happens. That'll show Akami!

He juggled taking pictures with masturbating while watching the live video feed. He jacked off several times watching Alan and Akami, turned on by Alan's explanation of his sex life at home even more than the visuals of fucking. The doctor was more than a little jealous of Alan's situation. It was frustrating enough to know that the boy was having great sex with everyone from his own mother and sister to the head cheerleader, but what really got the doctor's blood boiling was the way Alan had fucked Akami. Clearly, Alan had rocked her world in a way the doctor had never done. 

"Hi Dr. Fredrickson," Alan said, extending his hand for a handshake as the doctor walked into the lobby.

The doctor hid his rage and jealousy very well and flashed a smile. "How you doin' Alan? I haven't seen you in a while. When Akami takes on your appointments, it gives me a chance to bury my head in paperwork. How are things at home, and with your beautiful mother Susan?"

Alan got the feeling that the doctor's smile and friendliness was phony and the doctor was pissed off at him for some reason. He couldn't help but notice that the doctor was practically crushing his hand as the handshake went on and on. But he kept up the charade, and just said, "Oh, things are good. Same ol' same ol.' I'll tell her you said hello." 

Alan went home after a little more chit-chat with the doctor. He was too emotionally exhausted from the intense fucking to really give the doctor's no-so-well-hidden animosity much thought. Instead, he thought, Every fuck doesn't have to be a "mind-bending make me see stars fuck of a lifetime." I should just chill and do the "making love" thing more often. Otherwise I'll never reach my daily targets. 

Needless to say, Alan didn't do anything special on Friday night. It was a near miracle he could summon the energy to eat dinner. He had big plans to go on his second "non-romantic date" with Christine, but he felt so out of sorts that he had to call her up before dinner and reschedule. Christine had something else planned for Saturday night so they planned to do something on Sunday night. 

Suzanne came over right after the meal, eager to do something with him. She actually wanted to take him out on the town (and while out of the house, continue where she left off with her "Elle" seduction the weekend before). But she quickly realized that the best Alan could do was fight to stay awake so he wouldn't go to sleep at an absurdly early hour. 

It was Suzanne's cocksucking turn, but she could see he wasn't up to it, so they just watched television together. He turned in not long after and was in bed by nine o'clock. Despite his appointment with Akami, he still only had three orgasms since he'd woken up, one with Heather and two with Akami. 

Susan came in for another goodnight kiss and tuck in, but Alan wasn't up for it. She'd dressed in a nightgown that was open in the front down to her belly button. She explained with a wink, "I want to make sure nothing will come between your dick and my tits, if you know what I mean. My nipples have been like two bullets all day, thinking about how you fucked my tits last night and really showed me that they completely belong to you." 

She made it extremely clear that nothing would make her happier than another titfuck, but despite more sexy words and thrusting her chest so far forward that she nearly fell over, Alan just wasn't feeling up to it. They just French kissed for a while, and the "tuck in" was actually just that this time, little more than her tucking him in. 

But after she left, Alan thought, Last night was a lot of fun when I snuck into Sis's room and had a nice sixty-nine with her. I felt pretty crappy when I went to sleep but when I woke up in the middle of the night I sure felt rarin' to go. No only that, but I've only cum three times today and just four yesterday. I have to do better. It's still way early. What if I set my alarm clock for two hours from now and see how I feel? 

CHAPTER 9 

Two hours later, Alan woke up with his alarm clock and did feel a lot better than before. He came to full consciousness quickly, excited by the prospect of having more sexual fun with his sexpot mother. During the goodnight kiss and tuck in, there was nothing she could do to get him aroused, but now his erection jutted out proudly just from the thought of being near her soon. 

But he also felt strangely shy about initiating something. With Katherine, he had no problem walking into her room naked and waking her by licking her pussy. But he couldn't do that with Susan for some reason. She was still his mother and his authority figure, and her bedroom was a sort of room of power to Alan, not an ordinary room. 

To his dismay, he found himself putting on pajamas and then knocking on her bedroom door. Why am I such a chicken? He thought as he waited. I know she'll totally want this, so what's my problem? But he couldn't overcome the deeply engrained rules of parental respect. 

He kept knocking softly but insistently until he heard Susan ask in a bleary voice, "Who's there?" 

"It's me, Mom." 

"Oh dear! Is there some kind of emergency?!" 

He could hear frantic shuffling about. "No Mom, no emergency at all. I just couldn't get to sleep and wanted to say hi." 

The movement from within stopped and there was a long pause before Susan said through the door, "Say hi? Is that all?" 

"Well, yeah. And my penis wants to say hi, too." 

Her voice went from grumpy to happy. "Oooh! Hold on. I'll be right there!" 

"Actually, could I come in?" 

"Okay, but give me a minute, would you? I look like heck, I'm sure. And my breath. Yuck! Make that two minutes!" 

Alan stood there, lightly stroking his erection as he waited. He felt a bit odd wearing his pajamas, especially with his penis poking through the front, but he didn't want to go back and take them off when Susan could be ready for him at any moment. 

Time went on, and Alan was dying of anticipation as he imagined his beautiful and busty mother running around naked on the other side of the door. He complained as he lightly stroked himself, "Mom, I'm getting some pretty strong Onanistic urges here. Please hurry!" 

"Oh my goodness! Hold on, Son. Be strong. I'm almost done." 

Alan groaned and wondered why he couldn't just go straight into her room like he did with Katherine. 

Finally, she yelled, "Okay! I'm all set. Come on in."

Alan walked in expecting to be awed by his mother's bombshell beauty, and he was not disappointed in the least. She'd kept the room dark and seductive, turning on just one dim light by her bedside. She was propped up on her bed, lying outside her covers, in see-through lingerie designed to make men drool. 

But as Alan walked in, Susan appeared to be the one most eager to drool. She hefted her breasts up with both hands and said, "Look, Tiger. These have been feeling lonely for you. They were just thinking how good it would feel to have hard son-cock buried in them deep." 

Alan was too staggered by her wanton display to say anything in return. 

As he got closer, she gazed at his erection and said, "Oh my! Just look at all that cocky goodness. Is that all for me?" 

He grinned. "All eight inches of it, Mom." 

"My oh my! Whatever will I do with all that cock? Bring it over here. And don't tell me that's eight inches. It's ten at the very least." 

Alan saw no need to disabuse her of her overinflated estimate of his penis size. As he got closer, he took his hands off it and she immediately took over with both hands. 

She chastised him, playfully yet seriously, "You did the right thing waking me up. It breaks my heart to see your hands on it, flirting with the sins of Onan. You're just such a terribly cum-filled boy with an unstoppable needy cock, but Mommy's going to make it all better." She pulled him in closer by his stiff rod, stroking it all the while. 

Alan sat up on the bed next to her, and still she gently pulled him in closer. He noticed that she had lubrication of some kind on her hands and they slid very easily all over his happily throbbing erection. 

She said to him with a serious look of concern, "I don't know what to do! All day I've been looking forward to a repeat of our wonderful titfuck last night, but now that I see your cock all hard like that, I have this overwhelming urge to suck on it!" Her forehead wrinkled since she was deeply torn over the choice. 

Alan suggested, "Why not have your cake and eat it too? Suck on it for a while and then titfuck." 

But she complained as she stroked, "You don't understand. Once I have it in my mouth, I can't take it out to save my life until you give up another tasty load. That's just how it is." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 18



Part 18: Lay Your Hands on Me

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Nov. 9) 

When Susan finally came to, she expected a wave of post-coital guilt to hit her, but that didn't happen. Yes, she was ashamed, but that hadn't stopped her before. She tried to pretend that Suzanne and Katherine weren't there, lying on lawn chairs just a few feet from hers. 

Alan's hard erection still rested on her skin and she decided that, if she focused on that sensation, she could drive the conflicting thoughts out of her brain. All she wanted to think about was how good it felt and how much better if would feel with her lips around it. Before long, her guilty feelings floated away.

As she luxuriated in the sensation of his penis as it rested on her thigh, her horny feelings flooded back at nearly the same intensity as before. For some reason, she found herself thinking in a British accent, Thank you sir, may I have another? Then she giggled inside and repeated it again. She thought it was from some movie, but couldn't recall which (in fact, it was "Oliver!"). Thank you sir, may I have another? It was even funnier the second time and she idly wondered if she hadn't lost her mind.

Alan wasn't idle and kept working the suntan lotion farther down her legs. When he reached all the way down for her opposite foot, his penis moved onto her ass. He surreptitiously used a hand to wedge his penis right into the crack of her ass, and it stayed there, its tip like a homing beacon that sought out her deepest, darkest depths.

Susan clenched and unclenched her butt muscles in an attempt to drive it away, or at least that was what she told herself. But it only served to drive it deeper into her crack. She finally gave up the battle and it lay wedged lengthwise across her sphincter. She could easily have moved it away by reaching around with a hand or saying something, but she didn't want it to move. Indeed, she wanted it to delve deeper into the crack and, with any luck, penetrate her puckered hole until he filled her completely.

As Alan's hands worked their way up her thighs from the back, he didn't have to ask her to spread her legs again; they were already spread widely and invitingly as he drew closer. When his fingers finally came to the back edge of her pussy, she began to shudder in quiet, tiny orgasms. 

She bit down on her lips and prayed that he wouldn't notice her passion, but her body gave her away. Her pussy lips practically fluttered, trembling in delightful anticipation of being penetrated, pummeled and thoroughly fucked by her son in the outdoors and in front of both her best friend and daughter. 

She fully expected that to happen. In her mind, she cried out, Fuck your slutty, cocksucking mom! She wants it! She needs it! Yes - right there. Closer! Put your hands on it. Put your fingers on my pussy - put them IN my pussy! No! Not your hands- YOUR COCK! I want you to push your hard, throbbing monster into your mother's pussy! Punish me with that pole! Punish your naughty, sinful mommy!

Katherine and Suzanne had similar thoughts, just from watching. No one looked at them, so they were free to indulge in open gawking at Alan's hands on his mother's butt. 

Suzanne had been recently satisfied, so she wasn't too wound up. Weighing the pleasure of masturbating herself versus the potential displeasure that might give Susan, she decided to just rest herself for a while.

But Katherine was in agony. She was still forced to wear a bikini top, though it was so tiny and tied on so loosely that it fell off of her nipples more often than not. She nonetheless resented the restrictions placed on her even as her mother fully enjoyed herself. She especially resented not being able to finger fuck herself to satisfaction.

She thought as she stared, Shit. When is he going to get to me? Is he ever going to get to me? Once he gets started with Mom, he doesn't stop. She's going to drain his balls and leave me nothing. Dump a load on MY face, Brother! Dump it in MY ass. Anywhere. Just come over here with your healthy, monster fuck pole. Your number one fuck toy needs it! Have mercy on your sexy sister. I'm going to explode with frustration over here! Arrgh! 

Susan was completely oblivious to her daughter's mood and, in fact, was aware of nothing in the universe except the hot erection trapped in her ass crack. She thrust her hips up and down and clenched and unclenched her butt muscles. It was practically as if Alan was fucking her, or she was fucking him, just from his penis being squeezed by her butt. 

But, surprisingly, Alan kept his cool. He worked his hands on her ass almost as though he was on auto pilot, his mind lost in an erotic fog. He didn't think in the normal sense; instead, his mind was fully devoted to absorbing all the sensory information that flooded into his head. Not only did he concentrate on the squeezing around his penis, but also the sliding of his hands over her oily skin. And even though they were outside, the smell of sex was overwhelming. He sniffed it in as he would a fine wine.

By this point, he didn't even bother with the pretense to actually put more lotion on his hands. He just kept rubbing her skin methodically. There was enough suntan lotion in the area to make her butt deliciously slippery and fragrantly oily, and he imagined that all the slickness was caused by numerous cum loads and sweat from his dick, not the lotion. So much pre-cum drooled out that it seemed as if he'd dumped at least one load on her already, so that helped his fantasy.

Without warning, Susan was overcome by another tremendous orgasm. Her contractions inadvertently and delightfully squeezed his penis even more. Her body stiffened and her mouth opened wide as if to cry out. She desperately wanted to yell "Fuck Me!" but no coherent words actually escaped her lips, just very heavy panting.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, a wave of shame passed over her, finally. She realized, I can't bear to look in Suzanne's direction, but she would have to be completely blind not to notice that. I'm supposed to be helping Alan out, but that kind of orgasm is not supposed to happen! This is all about pleasing HIS penis for HIS medical needs, and I shouldn't be enjoying myself so much. It's ruining my judgment. I have to calm down and get Alan off of me before I do something I'll really regret! Otherwise, this might go on all day. 

She replayed her thought: Get Alan off. Heh-heh. That's right. I have to get Alan off! Tiger, fill your mother's mouth with your cum until it's all full and spills out onto her big tits. My tits... They need to be yanked at, just like the teats of a cow. I'm your sex cow. Moooo! Moooo! She giggled out loud. Give me another orgasm like that last one, Son, and I'll be your sex cow forever.

But Alan kept going on his mother. Susan tried her best to keep her butt still, since that was the focus of Alan's attention. And she was pretty successful at that, but her body was full of energy that needed some release, so the rest of her body writhed in ecstasy. Her hands and legs silently flailed in the air, as if she tried to swim away from her lawn chair. She simultaneously wanted Alan to stop and not stop. 

Even though she'd just climaxed, within minutes she worked towards an even bigger one. Do me all day, Tiger. Do it to me again! Keep me naked, happy, and well-fucked. I'm your mommy, Tiger. Do fun and nasty things to your mommy!

Knowing that Suzanne's eyes were upon her, Susan tried her best to make it look like she was having an ordinary lotion application and massage, but she knew she had failed miserably. The only thing she was really successful at was to keep her mouth shut. It was about all she could do not to moan, because she knew that if she gave in to that, before long she would scream or say really weird and embarrassing things. She had a nearly irresistible desire to cry out, "Moooo! Moooo! Sex cow! Mommy is your sex cow! Moooo!"

After a few minutes, she couldn't even control her butt and she began to flex and relax her butt muscles again, which again served as a sort of masturbation or fucking for Alan's penis lodged along her ass crack. But, eventually, Alan had to take his penis out of his mother's crack, because he didn't want to cum yet and he was getting far too close.

Susan almost cried out "No!" as she felt it leave, but she let it go and hoped that it would soon find its way into other, deeper openings. She wondered, Maybe Alan should stick his thick pole into my asshole instead. That's not really a violation of the boundary rules, is it? He's allowed to touch me on the butt to get my attention, so isn't sticking his penis into my anus and pushing it in and out just another way of touching my butt? It certainly would get my attention! Maybe I should tell him that from now on, in order to get my attention he has to fuck me up the ass! 

Susan had never really thought about anal sex and suddenly she was very intrigued with the possibilities of it. But still she didn't talk. 

Now that Alan grabbed his penis to pry it from her butt, he couldn't let go. With one hand, he began to stroke himself and, with the other, he began to explore her ass crack. He quickly found her anus and fingered the opening. He was so aroused by the ass that he even seriously considered buttfucking for the first time. 

However, he decided he shouldn't dare insert his penis there. That might cause her to freak out and end all this fun, he thought. If only he could have read her thoughts! 

He pistoned a hand on his penis in time to his other hand pistoning in and out of his mother's asshole. He imagined that he fucked her asshole. He considered the idea to be gross, unclean, and "gay," but his feelings had started to waver. Certainly, the fantasy of doing it was very powerful for him.

Meanwhile, Katherine knew that her mother was far too occupied to look back around her way, so she pulled the thin fabric of her bikini aside and allowed herself to finger her pussy busily. She tore her bikini top off and frantically rubbed her boobs, without a care for who saw her or what they said.

Suzanne also badly wanted to fuck herself but still held back because she knew Susan could see, if she ever came out of her throes of ecstasy long enough to look up. The way the lawn chairs were positioned next to each other, it was hard for Susan not to look in Suzanne's direction if she ever lifted her head. But just the view of Alan on his mother caused Suzanne's juices to flow again. She found the sight of Alan repeatedly giving Susan the most intense orgasms extremely arousing. 

But Suzanne's restraint could only take so much. When Alan began to pay considerable attention to Susan's ass and backside, Suzanne reached behind herself and began to play with her own ass as she watched. Then, as Susan began her orgasms, Suzanne plunged her hands into her own pussy from behind as if she did herself doggy style. She started to have her own orgasms and hoped that Susan was in too much of an erotic fog to still remember that her friend sat less than five feet away.

So everyone masturbated themselves to climax at roughly the same time. As Alan reached a climax, straddled over his mother, he unconsciously sat up a bit and pointed his penis down onto her butt. He sprayed his seed all over her ass like a fire hose. It was almost as if he had to hit a moving target, because her whole body shook so fiercely. 

Susan was already lost in a continuous series of orgasms from having her son passionately explore every inch of her body, so when she felt Alan's semen spray onto her ass, she thought for sure that she would pass out. She'd tried to keep quiet, but she couldn't help but gasp out several loud screams.

Katherine and Suzanne both sat up and watched the sight as they both climaxed themselves into ecstasy. Again, Suzanne was reasonably satisfied. For one thing, she could still taste Alan's cum in her mouth. But Katherine felt her fingers just weren't enough compared to the real thing.

Alan was so amazed by all that had happened that he sat back for a minute and admired his handiwork underneath him. Between his torrent of cum and Susan's own juices dripping down, Susan's butt looked like something out of a gang bang movie scene. She certainly didn't look very motherly. 

Alan thought he heard her mumbling, "Moooo, moooo, moooo," but couldn't figure out what that meant. 

CHAPTER 2

After a few minutes, everyone calmed down and recovered. Yet still, no words were said by anyone. Luckily the radio still played, or the silence would have been deafening. Susan, in particular, had never felt so good in her life. She thought for sure that her intense experience was over and Alan would move on to Katherine.

But Alan wasn't done. He decided that his fantasy of covering her in cum instead of lotion could become real. He said, "Mom, I'm applying some more lotion here," and he began to rub his still-hot seed into the skin of her butt. As she realized what he was doing, she quickly regained her intense erotic buzz. 

Susan still kept her eyes closed, but now that she'd regained some consciousness, she was well aware that Suzanne at least must be watching her closely, if not Katherine as well. Even though this disturbed her, it simultaneously turned her on. 

She thought, Certainly Suzanne can see that my butt is just completely covered with my son's jizz! Here I am, buck-naked and with my ass high in the air so my son can coat every inch of it with his sperm. Can I get any more depraved than this? I think not. God, forgive me, but if Alan can get hard again... Hell, what am I saying? Of course he's going to get hard again. This is my Tiger we're talking about! 

Anyway, WHEN he gets hard again, if he wants to fuck my pussy doggy style like this, I'm just going to have to let him. I don't care if Suzanne is watching. I don't care if I'm going to hell! It feels too good to say no. At least do me up the ass, Son! Fuck your mother's asshole! And if you don't have the balls to do that, then get off of me altogether, because I can't stand the torture of your penis being so close to heaven.

But Alan neither fucked her nor left her. He just kept rubbing his cum into her skin. He had cum so much that there was too much cum for just her butt, so he massaged it into her thighs as well. 

She was like putty in his hands. Every time he strongly kneaded her flesh, she let out a loud moan of intense joy. 

He went right up to the edge of her pussy and rubbed his seed in with her own copiously flowing juices. He was glad that she was infertile, so he didn't have to worry if some of his sperm found its way into her and made her pregnant. He pushed some cum directly over her asshole and watched as the stream rolled down along her crack. 

The rivulets flowed down to her pussy lips and he wondered if much would make its way inside. Her clit became even more engorged than usual. It stuck out as if it cried out to be sucked or rubbed vigorously by the shaft of his penis. But he still didn't dare touch her fuck hole, for fear that doing so might make her end the whole thing. Again, things would have been very different if he could have read her thoughts.

"Tiger, what kind of lotion are you using there?" she finally asked him, but her tone was playful, not accusing. "I don't know if the kind you're using is really so PROPER!" She nearly shouted the last word as she shuddered to yet another orgasm. Now that her orgasms had started it seemed they would never stop.

"Oh, don't worry, Mom, my cream is the best. It even tastes really good. Would you like to taste some? I could put some on my fingers and you could suck it off with your mouth." As he said this, he put a big gob on his fingers and ran it up and into her butt crack. He even stuffed some of it into her anus.

"Oh no, Alan. Please don't." Susan panted heavily. "Please don't stuff your cream, your tasty cream, in my mouth! What would people think? So wrong. So wrong to fuck your mommy's mouth outside, with everybody watching. No! Not yet. Later! Fuck it tonight! All night! Her second pussy will be waiting for it. Consider my mouth a second pussy that you're gonna FUCK! But now just keep doing what you're doing to my ASS!"

"Oh, you mean this?" Alan plunged his cum-soaked finger all the way into her asshole. 

"Yes!" she cried out. "YES!" But then she thought of the eyes of Suzanne and Katherine on her, and said, "Um, I meant no. So good! So good! But you'd better stop! Please don't... Uh, take advantage... Uh, Oh! Uh, of your... God! Fuck! Poor, defenseless mother! Yes!" 

Her whole body shuddered and shook so violently that it seemed to Alan like she was being churned by a giant blender on a puree setting. The main reason she discouraged him was that she simply couldn't take any more stimulation - she felt like she would literally lose her mind to lust. When it was over, her senses returned after such a dramatic departure that she felt as if she'd died and been reborn.

She opened her eyes and tried to make sense of the world. The first thing she noticed was the sound of Alan casually saying, "Okay, I'm done anyways." Then she felt him hop off of her. She could hardly believe it. 

She felt such an intense sense of loss as the pressure of his body on hers lifted that she wanted to cry. How long has he been on me? she wondered. What kind of naughty things am I allowing to happen? What the hell did we just do, for crying out loud? What will Suzanne think of me now? Does it really have to end? She just panted and recovered a bit. Then she realized his legs still hadn't been covered with suntan lotion yet.

"Tiger ... your legs!" It was the last thing Alan expected her to say. Then he realized how hot and exposed to the sun his legs were. They were dangerously close to being sunburned.

As she regained control of her mind somewhat, now that he was off of her, she said, "Tiger, lie down where I was and I'll do your legs before they burn." Her tone was firm and uncompromising.

Alan looked at the lawn chair and noticed a huge wet patch on the lawn chair that was his mother's pussy juice. He lay down on the chair, which made the cum stick to his lower stomach. The chair was made of horizontal plastic slats and most of her cum had fallen between the slats and onto the concrete floor. But enough remained on several of the slats that it seemed almost like he had lain down on a puddle.

His mother sat on the ground next to him and began to apply lotion to his feet. Her thighs and abdomen were slick and wet with her cum, but she didn't care. She gradually worked her hands way up to his butt, but because she was so sexually exhausted, didn't spend much time there. She used this as an opportunity to slowly come down from her intense erotic high. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 18



She very much wanted to strike up a casual conversation with Suzanne, to make it seem that the situation was normal, but she was too afraid to even look in Suzanne's direction, guessing correctly that Suzanne was likely to make some kind of wry observation, like, "My, aren't we having fun?" 

Alan turned over. His erection pointed straight up into the air and his bathing suit hung uselessly below it, only covering his balls.

Susan gasped in delight at the sight of his hardness. Then, as if her hands had a life of their own, she began to apply oil over the front of his legs and started again at his feet. She quickly covered him up to the edge of his balls. Then she sat there and stared openly at his erection jutting out like an iron pole. She thought about her boundaries and the need to obey them, but she felt her resolve quickly slip away. 

Alan lay back with his eyes closed and silently prayed.

Suzanne spoke up. "It's not a matter of whether you want to suck his cock or not, or whether you enjoy it. What's important is what's good for Alan. He needs to be stimulated many times a day. Now is your chance to help." Suzanne completely failed to mention taking Alan inside for more privacy. 

Susan forgot about that option, too. All she could focus on was the penis in front of her. She still didn't even turn to look at her best friend. 

Suzanne was like the little cartoon devil on Susan's shoulder, but there was no corresponding angel on the other shoulder to tell her no. Susan thought, I can't believe this is continuing. I've died a thousand times already today. 

She closed her eyes and reached out with her hands to jack her son off. Her logic was, This is much better from a moral point of view than having him fuck me. Anyway, I have to reward Alan for making me feel sooo good. If he wants my mouth, it's not for me to say no. My Tiger is hurting with too much nasty cum, and I'm a good mommy. Good mommies suck their boys dry! 

She wanted to cover his prick with lotion first. But it seemed her mouth had a mind of its own. It beat her hands in a race to his penis and soon she began to suck him off contentedly. Alan had just come, so his penis had greater endurance now. But Susan battled to defeat his penis with her mouth and her hands.

Inspired by what she'd seen Suzanne do earlier, she did things with her tongue that she'd never done before, things that she didn't even realize she could do. Again, thinking of Suzanne's superior technique, she pulled out Alan's balls from inside his suit and began to play with them as well. 

Then she used her other hand and reached into his ass crack. A lingering sense of restraint and acute awareness of the fact that Suzanne watched from only a few feet away stopped her from putting her finger in his anus, even though she'd done it before. 

But then she thought, Why should I deny my son anything? He made me see stars, and God dammit, I'm going to make him see stars with the best darn cocksucking ever in the history of the world! If I have to fuck his ass with my finger to help him, then dammit I'll do it, even if it shames me in front of Suzanne. That's just tough shit. My big-titted body exists only to please him now. So she plunged a finger deep into his butt, found his prostate gland and stimulated it. But she still kept her eyes closed in embarrassment and tried to pretend that no one could see her ass probe.

Susan decided she had to better her friend in something sexual. I'm not gonna let Suzanne be a better cocksucker! she thought fiercely. My Tiger has to realize he needs to come to his mother for ALL of his cocksucking needs! 

She pulled his penis deep into her mouth and then almost all the way out, again and again. Then, she decided she had to try something new, if she was going to be a wonderful cocksucker for her son. She figured that if Suzanne could deep throat him, then so could she. So she stuffed his penis as deep into her mouth as she could get it. But she had no idea how to deep throat properly and gagged immediately. She had to give up the effort, for now. To make up for that failure, she sucked on his balls. 

Alan found that surprisingly pleasurable.

Susan thought to herself, How does Suzanne do that? There's no way to put a penis down a throat. She felt an urge to immediately ask her friend and that caused her to remember anew where she was and who she was with. 

Oh dear! Suzanne is really right here with us! And so is my Angel! I'm sitting here, sucking off my own son, I actually have one of his BALLS in my MOUTH, while my daughter and best friend watch me! I can't bear to check, but they MUST be watching. The shame! What have I become? I have truly fallen. Completely fallen into sin and lust. Please forgive me, Lord! 

But Susan didn't stop. In fact, the thought of being watched only propelled her forward with even more lust. She popped one of his balls out of her mouth and sucked on the other one. I'm so depraved, but I even love this ball sucking! Just a few weeks ago the idea that I would ever do this would have been laughably ludicrous, but here I am!

But she knew that the thing that pleased Alan the most was cocksucking, so she soon returned to that. Minutes passed and she was lost in her own little world of the utmost happiness, sucking and licking. 

Her efforts, especially the way her tongue swirled around and around the tip of his penis, soon paid off. Alan began to cum and Susan saw another opportunity to better Suzanne, since her friend had failed to take in all of his cum when it was her turn. She held on for dear life as he shot a big, hot wad of cum into her mouth. She took it all and didn't even miss a drop. 

One of her hands drifted to her crotch and, when she touched her clit, she exploded into another orgasm. It only took the slightest touch. She managed not to scream this time, for fear that she might do harm to her son's penis, but she breathed so heavily that it seemed as if she was on the verge of hyperventilation.

She lay down and plopped her head on his legs, utterly exhausted. She could scarcely believe that she'd cum so much in such a relatively short time. It looked a bit odd that she still had a bikini top on and no bottom. But that was just forgetfulness - she would have ripped her top off if she'd thought about it. 

For the moment she had lost all moral restraints and would have done anything and everything Alan would have tried with her. All she could think was: It tastes so good! I want more! More...

CHAPTER 3

Alan came to life, as if from out of a dream, and looked at the world around him. His mother's sticky juice was on two sides of him now. He suddenly felt gross to be so sticky. He looked at his emotionally and physically spent mother as she rested near his feet with her eyes closed and thought of all the semen he'd slathered all over her, even though it had worked into her skin and couldn't be seen anymore. Her own juices, though, were visibly all over her and she looked a mess.

Susan repeatedly licked her lips, lost in deep thought and oblivious to the world around her. Yeeeessssss, she thought with complete and utter satisfaction. This afternoon has been the best, most pleasurable thing I've ever felt. Forget about regular fucking - that was better than any fuck I've ever had. I'm going to concentrate all my efforts on cocksucking now. It's soooo good! That'll keep me more than satisfied. Well, that and titfucking and handjobs, of course. As long as his cock is on me in some way. 

Yes, Son, you don't know it yet, but your mommy's your happy little sex slut now. My son has conquered me with his potent, cum-filled fuck stick! Or maybe you do know it, Son, because your mother is such a shameless hussy, blowing her son right in the open, in front of everyone! 

I love it! I'm going to make you feel so good, every day! ... I'm like a junkie needing another fix. I'm dead to the world now, but I've got to feel like that again. Soon! I'm a sex junkie! Yes. Sex junkie. Sex cow. Mooo. Sex slave! Sex, sex, sex! Yes! Sex with my son... Despite all that happened, that last thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. 

Yes. He's going to fuck me. Right in my needy cunt. It's inevitable. I'll be the ultimate sinner. My own son is going to fuck me so deep and so hard that I'm going to DIE of JOY! YES! But she had no energy to move and just reveled in these thoughts.

Alan looked up at Suzanne and saw her calmly sit back with her sunglasses up on her forehead. That was all she wore. 

She looked directly at him and smiled. Then she gave him a knowing wink. 

Alan winked back. He had had a great time, but he didn't fully fathom what a transcendently orgasmic time Susan had just had with her multiple orgasms beyond count. 

Suzanne, though, had a much better idea and was very jealous. At the same time, she was pleased that Susan's barriers were crashing down. 

Even Katherine, from her poor angle where she sat, could tell something important had happened, that Susan had made some kind of mental breakthrough that would result in more sexual fun for everyone in the future.

Alan looked over at his sister and saw her apparently move back into a sleeping position. Finally stripping off the ineffectual bathing suit altogether, he announced, "Thanks, Mom! That was great. You were super. I'm going for a swim."

He bounded nude into the pool and cannonballed in with a big splash. He swam quite a few laps in the pool. The water made him feel completely fresh and alive. He also had never swam naked before in his life and found it extremely invigorating. When he finally stopped for a pause, he looked around to get his bearings and saw that his mother and Suzanne now both stood in the pool as well. They caught his eye and smiled. He was glad that both of them seemed happy, naked and unconcerned, despite all that had just occurred.

What Alan didn't know was that after he dove into the pool and while he swam his laps, Suzanne hurriedly got up, scuttled across the back porch and into the house, and grabbed her purse in the living room. She took out a small egg-shaped vibrator and pushed it up into her pussy until nothing could be seen of it from the outside. So now she stood there in the pool with a vibrator designed "for the woman on the go" throbbing deep inside her.

He swam up to where the two women stood next to each other. Their boobs hung just above the surface of the water and bobbed up and down like a line of four giant buoys. He noticed that his mother's bikini top was now off, but looking closer underwater, he saw her bikini bottom was back on. Suzanne by contrast was still completely nude.

The four naked and lined up tits were truly an unprecedented sight to behold and his exhausted penis was hard again in seconds. He was struck by how similar their bodies were to each other. No wonder they're friends - it's like they have the exact same bodies. Not just kind of the same, but exactly the same from the neck down, minus the skin tone. And they're both so unusually tall. Katherine, too. It's a good thing I'm over 6 feet myself, or I'd be intimidated by their sheer size.

Suzanne spoke to him from across the pool. "I was just telling your mother that it isn't fair. Seems like she got a much better rub down than I did! MUCH better."

Susan blushed. She appeared somewhat rested and recovered and could once again feel shame. She lowered her head. "It was ... nice, very nice ... but I'm afraid it can't happen again."

"What?" both Alan and Suzanne said at the same time. Alan figured for sure that her taking off her bikini top was a sign that things would get wetter and wetter all day long. And he wasn't thinking of the water in the pool.

"You heard me," Susan continued. "We need to maintain boundaries, and I'm afraid I forgot my own rule, that Alan is not allowed to touch me in certain places. That can quickly lead to even more boundary violations, as we saw today. Why, Alan, you almost put your fingers in my... in my you-know-where hole. And doing this out in the open in front of everyone. Even now, what if the neighbors saw? What if Brad or Eric came home and saw?" 

"That isn't going to happen, I can assure you," Suzanne said. 

"Still." Susan finally raised her eyes again. "It's much too improper. ... I understand we have to get you off as many times today as we can, and that's fine. I'd love to give you as many blowjobs as you want, and I hope you'll, uh, you can..." 

Her mood had swung so much back in the prudish direction that now she was embarrassed to admit that she'd had her own orgasms (though it hadn't swung so far that she wanted to go in the house and end all the fun). "Um, I hope you can make me feel good, too. But we can't just do it willy-nilly. We have to have rules."

They saw that she was serious. Somehow she had rediscovered some of her self-control. Once Alan had left her presence, it was like a fog of lust had lifted from her brain and all her usual after-the-fact doubts had come rushing back. She was ashamed that she'd let Alan get away with so much in full sight of Suzanne and possibly Katherine. She worried she'd lost some of her authority. She was even more ashamed that she'd luxuriated in the thought of being fucked by her son.

Alan was glad that he hadn't just reached out to play with their boobs, as he was about to do. Great. More teasing, less satisfaction, he thought bitterly. He started to say, "But-"

"No buts! Laying out here together and swimming and all is fine, but us ladies are more than capable of putting on our own lotion, thank you very much!"

Looking to lessen the defeat, Alan asked, "What about the back? Nobody can put lotion on their own backs." 

"Okay, the backs. But that's it."

"And what about Katherine? I covered both of you, but I still haven't covered her, and I'd promised."

Susan vacillated. "Okay, I guess that's only fair. But keep those boundaries in mind this time and keep her bikini on or you'll both be in big trouble! And this is the last time you do this." At heart, she was a big softy. But also, she was still feeling lusty enough that she could talk the talk about stopping things, but she didn't have the heart to walk the walk. 

CHAPTER 4 

Alan hopped out of the pool. He figured that he'd better start with his sister right away before his mother had a chance to change her mind. 

Katherine sat up in her chair in anticipation of Alan's ministrations. She'd been naked, but she put her bathing suit back on after she overheard what Susan said. She tied her top on as tightly as it could go, so her nipples could be clearly seen.

"You need some more lotion or you'll burn up," Alan said as he provided the thin excuse to explore her body.

Katherine was frustrated that she had a fairly ordinary bikini, instead of the impossibly small kind Suzanne had found and bought for Susan as well. 

However, Alan didn't really mind. He figured that given everything else that had just happened, he could take Katherine's top off in a few minutes regardless. Susan would have to be extremely hypocritical to complain, since she still didn't have her top on and Suzanne was still completely nude. 

Alan sat next to Katherine's lawn chair and put a big gob of suntan lotion on his hand. While Susan talked to Suzanne in the pool, Katherine quietly and wickedly said to him, "Hey, Big Iron Spike Brother, why don't you give it to me like you gave it to Mom?"

"I wish, Little Sugar Walls Sis. But she just told me 'boundaries, boundaries.'"

"Yeah, I heard," whispered his frowning sister. "That's not fair!" With a whisper even more quietly straight into his ear, she added, "Your fuck toy is so horny. Her hole is all lonely and empty. It needs a filling of brother-cock."

Alan was a bit shocked by that, but played it cool. He whispered back, "Well, let's keep our eyes open for an opportunity and maybe we can still have some fun." 

Katherine lay down and Alan straddled her. As he was naked, he made sure to rub his hard erection all the way up the inside of her leg as he moved up her body. It eventually rested on the inside of her thigh. She whispered, "Mmmm. Just a few more inches up..."

"Alan! Your bathing suit?" his mother yelled at him from inside the pool. Reluctantly, he got up, put his tiny European-styled suit back on and then straddled his sister again, sitting on her legs below her butt. His penis immediately popped out and he left it that way, in the exact same position it was in before he put the suit on.

So he began to cover his sister all over with lotion. He could hardly believe after such intense encounters with one gorgeous woman and then another, he would immediately do it again with yet a third. 

Luckily, for him and his sister, Suzanne and Susan were tired. Susan especially was wiped out after so many intense orgasms. They soon retired to their lawn chairs. 

Alan could just barely make out their conversation at time when the wind wasn't blowing, and noticed how Suzanne was subtly trying to blunt Susan's post-coital prudish resurgence. Suzanne was spending a lot of time explaining how the neighbors really couldn't see into the backyard. Then she started how it was Susan's "duty" to keep her bikini top off since the house rules dictated that Alan could decide what Susan had to wear. 

Alan was soon drawn into the conversation. Susan yelled at him just loud enough for him to hear, "Tiger? Suzanne says that you're ordering me to keep my top off. Is that true?" 

"No, Mom," he shouted back. But then after a pregnant pause, he added, "I'm ordering you to keep it all off." 

Susan pouted, "TiiiiIIIIiiiger! You're so mean!" 

"Sorry, Mom, them's the breaks." 

He watched while Susan briefly stood and pulled her bikini bottoms off, then lay back down on her lawn chair. Then he turned his attention back to massaging Katherine with his hands and his erection. 

She whispered to him, "Mom's such a pushover." 

"I know." 

She added, "It gets me so hot. I could totally picture it. She'd say, 'TiiiiIIIIiiiger! Please don't stick your hard cock in my defenseless pussy? I'm your mother!' And then you'd say, "Sorry, Mom, them's the breaks,' and you'd just shove it right in her hot hole. 'Then she'd kick her legs up in the air and whine, 'You're so mean!' as you start to really give it to her!" 

There was a long silent pause. Alan stopped moving and just panted heavily. 

"You okay?" Katherine finally asked, their voices still too quiet for Susan or Suzanne to hear. 

"Yeah, but please don't say that kind of stuff! Jesus H. Christ! Talk about torture! If she says no, I just can't go against that. I can't!" 

"Even if she says no and means yes?" 

"Unfortunately, yes. God, it sucks." 

Katherine giggled, "As so does she, but in a very, very good way." 

Alan continued working his sister's body, but felt emotionally unsettled. I'm such a wimp. I should just fuckin' fuck Mom. I should. I Should! But if she had another prudish rebound after and looked at me with those sad and disapproving eyes... Oh man, I'd rather have my fingernails pulled out than make her feel like a horrible person! 

Meanwhile, the conversation between Suzanne and Susan slowly died out as Suzanne batted away all of Susan's feeble protests. For a while, both turned their heads around and took frequent peeks at what Alan did to Katherine. Susan was telling herself that she was checking to make sure Alan didn't go too far while she was really getting off on watching the sexual contact. Suzanne was also enjoying the sight, but making sure that the siblings didn't go too far and trigger another Susan backlash. 

Alan's was mindful he was being watched and judged, and acted carefully. Even though there was no more than a square foot of clothing between the two siblings and Alan's erection and balls were hanging completely out of his useless bathing suit, nothing too risqué appeared to happen than his penis dragging across flesh from time to time. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 18



By recent Plummer family standards that wasn't such a big deal, so Susan was somewhat mollified. She turned her head less and less and finally stopped looking altogether. 

It was hard to tell because Susan was wearing sunglasses again, but Alan eventually decided that Susan had fallen asleep. He wasn't sure about Suzanne (who also wore sunglasses), but the important thing was that Susan was now out of it. At the very least, her head was turned away and all he could see was her long mane of dark brown hair.

By the time Alan decided Susan was asleep, he was already done applying lotion on most of Katherine's body. But, cleverly, he had saved the best for last: her tits. He wordlessly took her bikini top off and gave her a secret wink.

When it came to his sister, he knew she was willing to go as far as he wanted, and then some. After he squirted a big gob of coconut-flavored lotion into his hands, he began to rub vigorously. He liked to imagine the lotion was his own seed. But, unlike with Susan or Suzanne earlier, he didn't feel the need to hold back much, now that no one seemed too terribly interested in them. 

After he slathered her tits with the oil, he devoted his full attention to her nipples. He pinched, pulled, sucked and bit them until Katherine was ready to scream out from both agony and ecstasy. 

Alan would occasionally look towards Susan and Suzanne's lawn chairs, since he faced that direction anyway, but all he could see were the backs of their heads and their chests lightly rising and falling as they apparently still lay sleeping.

Katherine closed her eyes so she could fully concentrate on the tactile sensations. She was afraid to speak much, for fear of drawing Susan or Suzanne's attention in case one or both of them were just feigning sleep. So, instead, she had fun directing her thoughts to Alan and pretended that she could control his actions with her mind. 

That's it, Brother. Touch me there. Tweak it - yeah! You know how to turn me on so well! Now scoot forward. Put your cock right in my hole. You know you want to do it, so do it! Come on! Don't be a chicken! Fuck me right in front of Mom and Suzanne! What are they going to do? They're only going to fight over who gets to be supremely fucked next - you know it. Come on, just scoot a little. Slide it down, right over my smooth, shaved skin. Oh yeah, and do that too! So good!

Alan more or less followed her commands, not because she had any powers of mental telepathy, but because he wanted to do the same things she did. Sitting as he was below his sister's crotch, yet reaching up to her boobs, it was only natural that he would scoot forward and bring his thick rod within inches of her pussy. 

He seemed stymied by the fact that she still had her bikini bottoms on, but Katherine quickly took care of that problem. She looked up into his eyes and mouthed the word "Oops!" as she pulled her bikini bottoms down her thighs. She kept at it until they were completely off.

Alan gulped. With only one hand on her boobs, he brought the other to his penis and began to rub his shaft around the entrance to her love hole. With another glance at his sleeping mother, he poked the tip of his penis right on his sister's pussy lips and pushed the fat and engorged lips even further open. 

Her pussy was already really wet from his ministrations. She was nearly delirious with anticipation. Is he really going to fuck me right here, right in front of them?! That would be so cool! So brave! Go, Big Brother, do it! 

As the head of his erection slid over her wet inner thighs, the feeling for Alan was incredible. He looked down and saw pre-cum ooze from the head of his penis and mingle with her juices. He grew even more erect, if that was possible. He could see his erection throb as it literally bounced up and down on her wet and juicy pussy. 

"Hey, Big Beef Injection Brother," his sister whispered very quietly, "do you want to fuck me right now or what? I'm so totally game, if you are. Let's do it!" 

He felt playful and cavalier. He whispered back, "I don't know, Little Velvet Tunnel Sis. Have you been a good girl?" 

"If by good girl, you mean a good and obedient fuck, a willing fuck toy creaming at the mere thought of getting repeatedly speared by my very own brother, then yes!"

Alan was tempted. He looked around and realized that it wouldn't be too crazy to fuck her. They just might get away with it. But then he imagined Susan discovering them, and yelling at him in red-faced anger. He realized just how insanely dangerous it would be to fuck her. "Too risky," he whispered and scooted his body forward until his penis was up beyond the entrance into her. But not by much - his penis now lay on top of her smoothly-shaved skin where her pubic hair had been, his pre-cum dripping head brushing against her clitoris.

In her mind, she cried out, No! Bring it back! Stick it in! Fuck me! Take me! Do me! Do your sister! Your fuck toy! Don't you want to fuck your sister? I don't care who knows or who sees! I love you and I want you to have me! All of me! Bring it back! 

But she did care who knew, at least somewhat, because she kept these thoughts to herself. She was much like her mother in this respect: thinking much nastier thoughts than what she was willing to say out loud.

Katherine was now too excited not to get her hands busy, too. She grabbed his prick and started to rub it back and forth over her sensitive, shaven skin. That turned into a handjob with one hand and the flicking of her clit with her other hand. But then she put both hands on his penis and began to stroke it with pure abandon. 

Soon four arms flailed wildly across their bodies: Alan had his hands high up to mash and pull his sister's boobs while Katherine had hers underneath double-pumping his penis. Both rapidly built up to a dizzying climax.

CHAPTER 5

"What do the two of you think you're DOING?" It was the unexpected sound of their mother shrilly shouting. 

Alan looked up and saw Susan sit up in her chair and shoot daggers at him with her eyes. 

Suzanne was up and turned around towards him and his sister as well, but she wore a more amused expression. 

The two siblings removed their hands from each other as if they had suddenly touched hot irons.

His mother got up, put her bikini bottoms on, and headed in their direction. Even though they'd just been busted, about the only thing Alan could think of was how sexy his mother looked in her miniscule bikini bottoms as she angrily stalked them. She had kept her bikini top off, despite the rediscovery of some restraints, since her bikini bottoms were within easy reach but the bikini top was nowhere to be seen. Her jugs swung from side to side and forward to back with every step as she drew closer. 

He was right on the edge of orgasm and was afraid he would shoot his load just from the sight of his mother walking. As he realized that ejaculation wouldn't make their predicament any better, he clenched his PC muscle with all his might in a desperate attempt to stave off a climax. He thought, At least I had the sense not to fuck Sis. Man, that would have been a disaster! 

Susan folded her arms under her breasts and glared, with her boobs pushed out further, which made her look even more fuckable to Alan's eyes. Despite his predicament, all he could think was, I wonder if she needs me to apply lotion to those nipples and all over her tits. I should point out that they're exposed and are going to get burned. Maybe I can even put some of my special cream on them, heh-heh. 

But, in fact she was very irate. "Alan Evan Plummer! For SHAME!" 

He struggled to focus. His penis repeatedly jerked as it tried to shoot out a load, but his PC muscle control barely held it in check.

"Didn't I just finish telling you about no touching, Alan? And, you, Katherine! You're supposed to ask my permission first, young lady! You also are flagrantly ignoring my wishes and violating the clear boundaries I've set out. Angel, what happened to your bikini bottoms?" 

Katherine looked away in embarrassment. "Um, they kind of slid off." 

"Slid off?! Ha! I'll bet. I don't think I can trust you two together. Just look at your big erection! It's all slippery and slick and wet. And throbbing. And hot. And so long..." Her voice lost its angry edge and grew soft as she stared at her son's crotch.

She lost her train of thought as she continued to stare intently at his dick. She was nearly overwhelmed with the desire to drop down and shove it deep into her mouth. 

Alan saw the desire in her eyes and the way she licked her lips, and he was so aroused by the idea that her angry rant could be cut short by a penis in the mouth that his penis twitched even more and he had to redouble efforts not to cum. 

But then she turned her head away from his crotch, looked at Katherine, and continued, "Your sister is all wet, too. You two have been up to something. Alan, you're grounded for a week. And not only that, but no blowjobs from me for ... for... three days!" 

She'd meant to say one week for that, as well, but right as she was giving out the punishment, her eyes drifted back to his erection and she decided a week would be far too long for her to take. She licked her lips hungrily. 

Alan complained, "Three days?! But what about Tuesday?" 

Susan did some mental calculation and realized Tuesday would be the third day of her punishment and she didn't want to miss out on that. She sheepishly and quietly added, "Counting today." That made her red in the face, but she wasn't about to miss out on a Tuesday full of cocksucking for anything. 

Alan's erection still twitched as he teetered with orgasm, but the sense of imminent climax slowly passed and disappointment at the punishment set in. 

Then Susan turned to Katherine. "And Katherine, my supposed Angel, I was too nice canceling my intention to ground you last week. This is how you repay me! I don't know what I'm going to do. ... You're grounded for a month! And no helping your brother with blowjobs for that whole time as well!"

Alan looked down shamefacedly. 

But Katherine maintained a defiant attitude. "What?! What about you..." She was about to launch into how hypocritical her mother had been, given how she had just busted through her own boundaries a short while before when Alan was on top of her, but then Katherine realized she was supposed to be asleep the whole time. What a gyp!

"What about me?" Susan said angrily.

"Nothing..." Katherine trailed off. She'd rarely seen her mother so angry and didn't want to exacerbate her tirade and get an even stronger punishment. She privately groused, A whole month of punishment for me, and Alan gets grounded for a mere week. That's so unfair, just 'cos he has the tasty penis. Sheesh!

Susan went back to her lawn chair, lay down and tried to cool off emotionally. She poured herself another glass of punch and quickly downed it. Damn, I hate having to get tough with them, but it's for their own good. Not that I'm really being fair, I'll admit. Suzanne and I both got Alan off, so of course she figures it's okay for her to do it, too. But it's different with her. She's too young. And he's her brother, for crying out loud! It's not right.

As usual, Susan's feelings for Alan were too passionate for her to see the hypocrisy in her ideas. Jealousy, more than anything else, forced her to maintain a hard line.

Alan sheepishly got up off of his sister and retired to his own adjacent lawn chair. So far this afternoon this was the first time he'd actually used it for more than a few seconds. His erection finally subsided.

"Not so fast, Susan," said Suzanne as she stood up and walked over next to Susan. Suzanne was still buck naked and folded her arms as if in a huff, just like her best friend just did. 

Susan thought that Suzanne would try to defend the two youngsters, but instead Suzanne said, "Those two need to be taught a lesson, but I don't think Katherine got the message. Did you see how she defied you even after you spoke? Here she is, flagrantly violating your will just after you've grounded her. Not only that, but you heard from the card game with Brenda her own confession of things she'd done with Alan in secret and against your orders. She's been defying your will over and over lately, and simply grounding her isn't going to work. In fact, it'll probably just give her more opportunities to fool around with Alan behind your back!"

"I ... was thinking that," Susan replied sheepishly, "but I couldn't think of any other punishment. It always worked in the past." In fact, she was bad at giving out punishments because she so rarely had to. Katherine and Alan had always been model children in an attempt to win more of her love and affection, not out of fear of punishment. The number of times Susan had been forced to get angry lately was completely unprecedented.

"Sterner methods are needed," Suzanne said firmly. "You're too nice. You need to be made of tougher stuff. Katherine needs to suffer. The only way to drive thoughts of pleasure out of her mind is with pain. She needs a good spanking! It's Pavlovian. Associate her misdeed with an immediate dose of pain and her body will connect the two together. It's automatic." 

Katherine was totally baffled until Suzanne mentioned spanking. Then her eyes lit up as she fondly recalled the spanking Alan gave her just the night before.

"A spanking?" Susan was shocked. "But- but, they're not babies any more! Is it really the only way?"

"Are you too softhearted to punish her properly?"

"Come on! There has to be another way. Katherine, Angel, you'd never agree to this, would you?" 

All eyes turned to the daughter.

"I agree with Suzanne," Katherine confidently replied. "I really need a spanking."

"WHAT?!" Susan nearly yelled in shock. "What's gotten into you? This isn't the Middle Ages!"

"I know, Mom, but I've been naughty lately. Suzanne's right. I've been doing all sorts of naughty things. The only cure is discipline and a firm hand. Literally." 

Katherine had begged for another spanking that morning and could hardly believe her luck. Her only concern was that it would be a real spanking and not an erotic spanking like the one Alan gave her. But she figured that Suzanne was the one who engineered this whole excellent suntan lotion session and further figured that Suzanne was probably going somewhere sexual and fun with the spanking idea. She looked up at Suzanne to quell her doubts and was rewarded with a surreptitious wink.

"You see?" Suzanne said triumphantly to Susan, "How can you disagree with that? Or is it that you don't have it in you to administer this proper punishment?"

"Well, no, that's not it..." Susan was on the defensive now, embarrassed and hesitant. "But... Maybe it would... Okay, I'll admit it, I just can't do that to my daughter!"

"I'm willing to help out," Suzanne volunteered. "Is it okay if I administer her punishment?" 

Susan finally, faintly nodded.

Suzanne said, "Okay, Susan, take off your bikini bottoms and I'll get started." 

"What?! Why? I just put them back on!" 

Suzanne said sternly, "Well, you're free to ground Alan, but that doesn't take away his right to decide what you wear. Did he or did he not tell you to take those off?" Suzanne wanted to reassert Susan's sense that Alan was really the one in control. 

"Oh, poo!" Susan pouted as she slid her bikini bottoms off again. "Why do I always end up naked? It's not fair!" But her submissive side was quite delighted as she made sure to put on a sexy show for her son as she took them off. Already her anger with her children was gone, swamped by a general lusty feeling. 

Suzanne walked over to Katherine's lawn chair. The only thing she still "wore" was the small vibrator secretly humming deep inside her. The vibrator didn't provide enough stimulation to send her over the edge, but it kept her close to it, thanks to the other visual and mental stimulation all around her.

"This chair will do," she said of the lawn chair Katherine was lying on. "Katherine, please get up and change the setting so that it lies completely flat. Then lay down with your butt in the air. And take off those silly panties so you'll feel the full impact of my hand."

This last comment was completely absurd since Katherine's soaked bikini bottoms were so small that they were lost deep in her butt crack and would in no way hinder a spanking, but the dazed Susan failed to call Suzanne on it. 

Soon Katherine lay down completely naked. As Suzanne ordered her to do, she thrust her butt up and wiggled it about a foot up in the air away from the lawn chair. She also spread her legs to the very edges of the lawn chair and wished it were wider so she could spread herself more. 

Susan still sat about ten feet away in her lawn chair and pretended not to be particularly interested. But curiosity compelled her to frequently turn around and watch from behind her sunglasses. 

Alan had an even better view of the proceedings since his chair was adjacent to Katherine's. By this time he had given up all attempts to keep his erection in his shorts. It had been stiff for so long that he was getting a real case of blue balls. But he didn't know how to get relief without possibly pissing his mother off some more. Besides, he was tired from all the suntan lotion fun and was curious for the moment to just watch what would happen with the spanking.

CHAPTER 6 

"All right, Katherine, get ready," Suzanne said sternly. "You've been bad and now you have to pay. Keep your butt up and brace yourself." Suzanne straddled herself over Katherine's knees and raised her hand high up in the air.

Suzanne brought her hand crashing down and it made a great smacking sound. 

"Ow!" cried Katherine. 

But, in fact, the spanking sounded worse than it actually was. At the last second Suzanne pulled her strike a bit so that the smack was much gentler than, for instance, the first spankings Glory gave Alan last week. 

Katherine didn't really mind the pain much.

Susan had watched the first spanking, but when the blow actually came, she turned away and closed her eyes. She absolutely abhorred violence of any type. Even though she didn't see the actual strike, she cried out, "Oh, dear! My darling Angel! Suzanne, please, don't be too rough."

Suzanne replied in her sensual, raspy voice, "Sorry, Susan, but that's the whole point. No pain, no gain. Don't worry, though; it'll be over soon." 

Curiosity got the best of Susan and she periodically turned back, but only if she guessed it was between spankings. She wanted to make sure that Katherine didn't get hurt too much. Since Katherine was faced towards her, she kept an eye on her daughter's facial expression to see if the punishment got to be too much to bear.

As for Alan, he began to lightly stroke himself. He knew that Susan would get extremely upset if she caught him "committing the sin of Onan" but he decided that she was unable to see what he did from where she sat. The way Katherine was positioned, with her butt a foot in the air and her legs spread wide, was too blatantly erotic for him to take, and then seeing Suzanne's breasts wildly swing and sway with every swat she made drove what little self control remained from his brain. Alan simply couldn't resist.

"Be strong and don't cry out," Suzanne said sternly. She brought her hand down again from a dramatically high starting point. 

This time Katherine kept silent. However, her face grimaced in pain. 

Susan, from her angle, could see Katherine's face quite clearly. From Susan's vantage point, it looked like Katherine suffered quite badly. The concerned mother winced and bit her lip.

After the second slap, Katherine's butt retreated back flat against the lawn chair. "Keep your butt up so you feel the full force," Suzanne ordered haughtily.




Six Times a Day Pt. 18



Suzanne reached under Katherine and pushed her crotch up. Then she left her hand there, inches from Katherine's pussy. Her fingers slid around a bit and were delighted to discover the smooth feeling of Katherine's shaved pussy. Against her wiser instincts she began to feel it up a bit more and Katherine didn't offer even the slightest muffle of complaint. Far from it: Suzanne heard a distinct but subtle moan of pleasure. 

Suzanne and Katherine had never touched each other's privates sexually. Though they hadn't spoken about it, their desires towards each other were so strong that Alan could practically feel the waves of desire that radiated from the both of them. But Suzanne was in a bit of a fix. To probe the girl's pussy lips would require Suzanne to reposition her hand into a far too suspicious position.

Suzanne suddenly thought of a new idea which could help shield her true intentions even better from Susan. "Just a second," she said to Katherine. "Let's see if I can adjust this chair so you don't need to hold your butt up quite so much."

The lawn chair was the kind that had three joints to bend. Suzanne got up and adjusted it so that the middle section was up high and the other two hung down towards the ground. She had Katherine slide down towards the foot of the chair quite a bit as well. The total effect was that Katherine's head now hung down and her butt also hung off the edge of the high middle section. Now her butt was nearly completely out of Susan's sight. Susan could only see the tops of her daughter's butt cheeks.

Suzanne repositioned herself and once again placed her hand underneath Katherine as if to hold her up. But now that her actions couldn't be seen by Susan, she stuck her thumb up Katherine's pussy without preamble. Katherine's pussy lips, all slicked up from her juices, allowed Suzanne's thumb to easily slide right in her tight pussy. By using only the thumb, Suzanne could keep her hand in a position that didn't look too obvious, as the palm of the hand and the other fingers were further away from her pussy lips. 

Katherine didn't say a word or give anything away in her facial expression, but she was secretly very pleased. She had half-expected that Suzanne would do something like this once she heard the spanking idea. Ever since Katherine fucked Alan for the first time, she'd started to look at Suzanne in a whole new way. 

Lately, Katherine had begun to figure that things had been so highly-sexed since Alan began his "treatments" that it was only natural for everyone in the house to fuck everyone else sooner or later. She was ready for more - much more, if possible. In the past few days Suzanne and Katherine had eyed each other and even French kissed each other hello and good-bye sometimes when Susan wasn't in sight. 

Alan watched the repositioning closely and the idea of Suzanne finger-fucking his sister mere feet from Susan was too exciting for him. He got out the suntan lotion, covered his penis with it until it was slippery and shiny, and sped up his masturbation. 

Suzanne was the only one in a position to see what he did and her only reaction was a knowing wink.

Suzanne brought her hand down again on the cheerleader's exquisite butt. "That's four," she said. "I think ten will do."

"Ten?" Susan asked from her chair, true concern and worry written broadly across her beautiful features. "Don't you think that's being too harsh? It looks like you're really hurting her!"

"Don't worry," replied Suzanne as she began to move her thumb in and out of Katherine's pussy. "It may look like I'm hurting her, but she's not really in so much pain. Right, Katherine?"

"Um, right," answered a highly-aroused Katherine. After the initial shock of the spanking wore off, she began to find the smacks quite pleasurable, in a weird way. It was just like the night before - the pain of the spankings only heightened her pleasure. If anything, she wanted Suzanne to spank harder, but she couldn't figure out how to convey that without Susan possibly overhearing. She was so ready to orgasm that it was all she could do to not thrust her butt up in the air even more, to accentuate and encourage the movement of Suzanne's fingers. 

"But, uh," she added, "although it hurts some, I neeeeeed it! I really do. I've been so very bad! So naughty!" Her long legs writhed and she clenched and unclenched her butt cheeks, along with her saturated pussy walls as well, squeezing Suzanne's thumb like a small penis.

Luckily Susan's suspicions weren't aroused despite the enthusiastic way Katherine said, "I need it!" 

Susan said, "Wait! Hold on! Is this really necessary? I can't stand to watch my darling baby suffer!" 

Suzanne looked at Susan. "Necessary? You bet it is. Things have changed around here lately, and without spankings order will fall apart. With Ron gone, Alan is the man of the house. Just imagine if you displease Alan. Look at Katherine and imagine that's YOU instead, and that Alan's the one giving your ass a harsh spanking!" 

Susan's eyes went wide. "Oh... my!" 

Suddenly Susan was far less concerned for Katherine and far more aroused. In her vivid imagination, the naked ass being spanked became her ass. The strong hand swatting down became Alan's hand. Susan immediately began squirming around in her lawn chair as new gushes of pussy juice flowed down her inner thighs. 

But Susan asked, "Suzanne, why would Alan need to spank me? I'm his mother. I'm the one who punishes him." 

"True, you punish him if he lets you down, but what if you let him down? What if, for instance, you put your own selfish needs ahead of keeping his cock well-drained? Would it not then be his right to spank your disobedient ass?" 

Susan's arousal level shot through the stratosphere. Not thinking about the larger implications, she mumbled, "Yes, but..." Her wet thighs rubbed together like they were sticks some Boy Scouts were using to try to light a fire. 

Suzanne's thumb continued to probe Katherine's pussy even as she slammed her other hand down onto the insatiable girl's butt. Katherine almost cried out again, but this time from pleasure, not pain. All the excitement was too much and she began the first of many tiny orgasms. 

Suzanne thought, Good God, I love this! I can't believe I've never engaged in sexual spanking, when it's this much fun! I thought it would be mildly amusing, plus arousing for her, but it's making me horny beyond belief! I have to do Katherine in the worst way! We've got to get inside, away from Susan's prying eyes, and fast.

As Susan watched this latest spanking, she fantasized she was the one being hit. Tiger! No! Not so hard! Mommy will be good! Mommy will be so good to you! Just give Mommy a chance to show how much she loves you! 

Meanwhile, Alan continued to stroke his oiled-up erection. He could see clearly what Suzanne did to Katherine and now both Suzanne and Katherine could see what he was doing himself, although in her new position Katherine could barely look back in his direction. But everything appeared nonsexual from Susan's visual point of view, since Suzanne and Alan were doing what they were doing while considering how it would look from Susan's angle. 

Suzanne continued to rain her hand down onto Katherine's butt. 

Katherine did her best to scrunch her face up so it looked like she was in agony instead of ecstasy. 

Suzanne finally abandoned restraint and repositioned her hand so she could probe even deeper into Katherine's pussy with more fingers. 

Susan remained oblivious to that while she got more and more sexually worked up about the spanking in general.

Alan finally had to slow down his self-love. His well-oiled hand, as it slid up and down his greased pole, felt so much better than usual that it was especially torturous to stop, but he had the self-control to hold back. If he had kept on, it would have led to trouble. 

The problem was, he was ready to orgasm but didn't know how he could do it or where the cum should go, given that his mother was so close. Even if he had cum into his hand, Susan was so attuned to his penis that he feared she'd be able to smell another load of fresh cum waft through the air, like a bloodhound, and then investigate.

Suzanne reached ten and came to a halt. "We're all done," she said and she stood up. "You did very well Katherine; very tough." 

Just the unexpected sight as Suzanne stood up and the consequent jiggle of her massive rack nearly caused Alan to lose it, but he carefully rode along the edge of orgasm. 

Katherine's orgasms came to an end, but she didn't make a move from her lewd position with her butt stuck high in the air. She didn't really want the spanking to stop. 

"I'm sorry, kiddo," Suzanne said to her.

"Don't be!" Katherine quickly replied. "I deserved it. Mom, did you hear that? I deserved it. I think I've learned my lesson. Can you forgive me now for what I've done?"

Susan was out of it. She was sweaty and in a lusty fog as she dreamed about her son strongly disciplining her ass. The constant shameful awareness that she was buck naked in the outdoors was just further fuel to her strongly burning sexual fire. 

It took Susan some long moments to get herself together enough to respond. "Of course you're forgiven, dear," Susan replied in a shaky voice. "It hurts me so much to see you suffer! If anything, I should have been the one spanked, not you!" 

"How do you figure?" Katherine asked. 

There was no real reason except that Susan had an overwhelming urge to get spanked by Alan at the moment. So she mumbled, "Never you mind that." Trying to change the topic, she said more firmly, "Let's hope we never have to do that again to you, Angel. Forget about the extra grounding, this spanking was too much punishment already. Well, I suppose I should give you some grounding. You get one week, just like your brother. Suzanne, you're too tough!"

Alan raised his hand quickly and said, "Wait. A week? I thought you said three days."

"No," Susan corrected with a glare at the obvious attempt at subterfuge and the painful reminder of her own "sacrifice." She pointed to herself. "For three days you don't get any blowjobs from ME."

"Starting today," Katherine added for her mother.

Susan blushed a bit in admission as she repeated, "Yes. Starting today."

CHAPTER 7

Suzanne walked around, first one way and then another, as though she looked around for something. "It pains me, too," she said, "but I think you'll find Katherine will be much more obedient now." 

Katherine interjected and looked Alan right in the eye, "Oh, yes. I'll be very obedient. I'll follow orders exactly and do EXACTLY what is asked of me, at any time of day or night." She winked at him and barely suppressed a giggle. 

Susan, mistakenly thinking Katherine's words were directed at her, answered, "Um, that's good, Angel. I guess." She was a bit flummoxed by Katherine's strangely enthusiastic obedience and sudden attention to rules, and wondered about the power of a spanking. She pictured herself telling her son how obediently she would follow his orders as she rubbed her red well-spanked butt and found herself nearly creaming all over again. She thought, I pray I can go inside soon and get out of this sex inferno! Everything that's happening just gets me more worked up than before. 

Suzanne announced, "Now that the punishment is over, we should soothe her sore butt. I'm looking for the suntan lotion, but I don't think that'll be good enough." She still scanned the ground, but, in fact, the lotion had been all used up and tossed aside by Alan and she knew it.

She looked up at Alan with a curious look in her eye. "Sweetie, can you run in the house and find some appropriate cream to soothe a red butt?" As Suzanne said the word "cream," she looked directly at his exposed erection. She winked to make sure he understood she had given him a secret message. 

Alan got the message loud and clear. "Definitely. I know just the thing." With a conspiratorial nod, he stuffed his erect penis back into his miniscule bathing suit and ran back into the house. The stiff hard-on bounced back out immediately, so he had to hold it to his stomach as he ran.

As soon as he reached the bathroom he resumed stroking his erection with one hand and started to rifle through cabinets for an empty jar with the other. He opened cabinets and began to test bottles by their weight. He found a few that felt nearly empty. He reluctantly took his hand off his pole because he had to use two hands to open them up. One was a skin moisturizer which had just a little bit of lotion still in the bottom and sides of its jar. The lotion was white and creamy and it had a wide cap, too - perfect for his needs.

His steel-hard erection was more than ready to go after he watched Katherine's spanking and heard her proclaim her total obedience to his will. He ejaculated into the jar and shot a surprisingly large load into it, given how many times he'd been satisfied already that day. His whole body shook as stream after stream of hot cum shot into the jar. Oh God, that feels good! he sighed with great relief. I really needed that. Too many fuckin' sexy and stacked naked ladies outside. Phew! Man, that was some bad blue balls. 

He mixed his warm cum in with the cool, white lotion and stirred it with a finger. There were about equal amounts of each. He chuckled. If Mom only knew that I just committed the heinous "sin of Onan," she'd blow her top. He rolled his eyes over the whole "Onan" silliness. Maybe I'd be the one who got spanked. Not that that would be so bad. I'll bet Suzanne would find some sneaky way to make it fun and orgasmic.

The whole process only took about three minutes since he came so quickly. He rushed back outside and found Suzanne already massaging Katherine's butt. Susan was turned around and apparently sunbathing with closed eyes, content that the spanking scene had been resolved. She was glad that all the sexual excitement was over and that the group could have a "normal" time outside on a nice, sunny day. 

But, from Suzanne's point of view, the sexual fun had just begun. Susan's distractedness allowed Suzanne to replace her thumb in Katherine's pussy with three fingers. She willfully plowed them in and out, over and over, while she waited for Alan to return. 

Katherine wasn't used to three big probing fingers and felt like she was practically being fisted. She had to clench her teeth tightly to stop herself from screaming out, but she loved it. 

"Sorry it took a bit," Alan said to Suzanne as he walked back to her side. He looked down at what Suzanne was doing to Katherine's pussy, then looked over at the oblivious Susan, then grinned. He handed Suzanne the jar.

Suzanne put a dab in her hand, brought it to her nose and smelled it. She smiled widely and winked at Alan. 

Once again, he winked back. 

"This is just the kind of lotion I was thinking of," she said loud enough for Susan to hear. "My favorite brand." 

She pulled her fingers out of Katherine and walked around in front of her. She held the cum/lotion in front of her nose. 

Katherine took a good whiff and smiled grandly. "Mmmm! Yum! My favorite brand too. Especially when it's fresh." 

Suzanne winked again. "Me too." She looked at Alan significantly. "In fact, it's the only brand I use." 

Then, with a glance to make sure Susan still wasn't interested, Suzanne took a dab from the jar, stuffed it into Katherine's mouth, and briefly plunged her fingers in and out of Katherine's mouth like a penis. 

Katherine smiled even wider and also turned her head around towards Alan and winked at him. It was a good day for winking.

Alan wanted to help Suzanne but felt obliged to return to his lawn chair. There would be no good excuse why he would have to help Suzanne massage Katherine's butt if his mother turned around to see. 

Suzanne rubbed the cum into Katherine's skin while she continued to deeply finger her. The vibrator in Suzanne's own pussy continued to quietly buzz and shake. It made Suzanne want to do even nastier things to anyone within range of her sex-hungry body. She was tempted to put some of Alan's cream on her fingers and then push them into Katherine's pussy, but she didn't know if Katherine was on birth control pills or not, so she abstained. But she found the idea of feeding Alan's cum into his sister's pussy highly arousing just the same.

Suzanne ran out of most of Alan's cream after a few minutes, but she continued her ministrations for another fifteen minutes. 

Katherine's butt bucked up into the air over and over and she lost count of how many times she silently climaxed. Whenever she was ready for another orgasm, she would nod and Suzanne would stuff a hand in her mouth so she wouldn't scream. That naturally would lead to a face fuck with Suzanne's fingers and, before long, Katherine would have to cum again. So Suzanne had her hand in Katherine's mouth as often as not. 

It was lucky, too, that Susan didn't look towards Katherine anymore, because Katherine's second round of orgasms soon created a flood of pussy juice which dripped through the slats in the lawn chair. 

It grew so obvious that, eventually, Alan tossed a towel towards it and Suzanne positioned the towel over the puddle with her foot to make things look less blatant and muffle the sound of pussy juice as it dripped onto the concrete.

After a while, Alan's overtaxed penis grew hard yet again but in an attempt to pace himself, he refrained from touching it. Eventually, he slowly caressed it as he enjoyed the show, but he made sure not to get too excited. He'd already cum seven times so far for the day and he knew the day was far from over.

After some minutes, Katherine raised her hand in a "cry uncle" gesture of surrender. Suzanne wasn't sure if it was because Katherine couldn't take any more pleasure or if she decided that the massage had gone on far too long and was worried about being caught.

Spanking Katherine had taken Suzanne to the edge of orgasm and the fact that she rubbed Katherine's butt with her brother's semen moved her even closer to the edge. So now that Katherine wanted to stop, she made sure to bring herself off. She brought a finger to her clit, expecting to rub it, but the mere act of touching it set her off. As her body buckled with pleasure, she looked over at Alan's rigid penis, and then up to his face, and winked yet again. She spread her legs wide to avoid falling and managed to stay upright, even though the orgasm was fantastic and prolonged.

"That should do it for now," Suzanne said as she popped her fingers out of Katherine's pussy. It was a good thing rock music on the radio covered up such tiny sounds. "Does your butt feel better?"

"Much. Soooo much better!"

"All right, if we want your red marks to go away quickly, we should do that again soon. Alan, that cream is nearly out. Do you think you could find some more?" She winked as she said this.

"I think there's a whole other jar," he lied. Alan was really turned on by how much his cum had been spread around today.

"Good," Suzanne said officiously. "Katherine, in another hour I'll come by and we can do it again in the bathroom, with more of Alan's special cream. How does that sound?" Suzanne was still jealous at how much pleasure Susan had gotten from Alan's lotion application. She was determined to keep the sexual games going until she'd cum just as much or more as Katherine had.

"Sounds great. I'm ready to do it whenever you are. Whatever you say. I'm very obedient now, thanks to your spanking." Had Susan listened, she might have wondered at the way Katherine said "do it." Katherine realized that in the bathroom they could do most anything, now that the ice between her and Suzanne had been broken. She looked forward to a hot session of Sapphic lovemaking with a chance to finally explore every inch of Suzanne's perfect body and feel the workings of the older woman's experienced and extraordinarily long tongue.




Six Times a Day Pt. 18



Suzanne announced loudly, "I've had enough of the sun. I'm going to go inside. Susan, there's still a little bit of cream left over. Would you like me to put some on you? It's really quite exquisite skin moisturizer, and after sunbathing for so long, it's good to put something on to prevent wrinkling." Suzanne had kept a little corner of the cream untouched in the hopes of rubbing the son's cum into the mother. She had a really naughty desire to stuff it up Susan's pussy, but didn't see how she could get that to happen.

"No thanks, maybe later. I think I'm going to go inside, too, and take a shower. This sun is beginning to tire me out."

"Sounds good. Can I use the shower in the other bathroom?" asked Suzanne. All of them made their way back inside.

CHAPTER 8 

At the same time the Plummers were having fun around the pool, Heather was lording over her "subjects" at White Sands Beach. As usual, her best friend Simone was with her. 

Heather should have been in her element and enjoying herself, since this was "her" beach. She and Simone wore even more revealing bikinis than they usually did, so Heather could bask in more attention than usual as well. 

However, there was an issue nagging at her: Alan. Heather had many friends, but she knew they were only fair weather friends attracted to her power, persona, and/or sex appeal. If not that, they were simply afraid of her. 

She also knew that she had only one real friend, Simone. She valued this friendship and tried her best to tone down her usual bitchy self when she was around Simone, though she didn't always succeed. The two of them talked about everything and anything as they hung out together virtually every single day, so they didn't have many secrets between each other. 

Furthermore, Heather greatly enjoyed sex with Alan. She wanted a lot more of it from him, to the point that she'd even promised him that she would acknowledge some level of friendliness with him in public, despite his "nerd" status. Therefore, Heather knew that it was just a matter of time before Simone would learn she was having sex with Alan. 

The longer she put off telling Simone about it, the worse it would be. But on the other hand, Heather had mocked Alan with Simone there, even deriding him as a "pathetic virgin" in her presence. Heather absolutely loathed ever admitting that she was wrong about anything. 

As she walked down the beach, she came to the spot where she'd first spoken to Alan and his friends exactly two weeks earlier. She decided it was finally time to come clean about her secret "nerd lust" with her best friend. She said to Simone, "Hey, I'm getting hot. Let's take a dip." 

It was a nice day and the water was unusually warm for Southern California at this time of year. So they just strolled into the shallow water. Heather wanted to be in the water up above her knees so she would be far enough from everyone at the beach so she could talk to Simone freely without worrying about being overheard, yet not so deep in the water that they'd spend most of their time fighting the waves and be shivering with cold afterwards. 

Their relocation accomplished, she broke the ice by saying, "Hey, you remember right over there, what was it, two weekends ago, when we had a 'nerd invasion' by those three geeks?"

"Yeah?" Simone listened closely because she could tell from Heather's demeanor and the way she dragged her into shallow water that she had something confidential to say. 

"You know, what's kind of funny is that not all of them were total losers. That guy Alan, the tall one, kind of surprisingly handsome for a dweeb..." 

"Yeah? What about him?" 

"Well, it's just kind of funny..." Heather was struggling to figure out how to casually drop in the fact that she'd had sex with Alan. So far, she was only digging herself a deeper hole by calling him more names. She decided to start from the beginning. "An interesting thing happened last Tuesday. You know how I like to keep an eye on my girls?" 

Simone nodded. "My girls" was a reference to the other cheerleaders on Heather's squad. Heather did more than just keep an eye on them, she liked to spy on them or have her spy network spy on them whenever possible, because she was aware that knowledge is power. 

"Well, I saw Kim chatting excitedly to Amy between classes and I snuck up behind them to see what got their panties all in a bunch. Kim was talking about how she'd been royally fucked by some guy the day before." 

"But Kim's a lesbian," Simone pointed out. While that was generally a secret at school, Simone pretty much knew everything Heather knew and Heather knew a lot about "her" cheerleaders. 

"That's what I thought. Total dyke. But it turns out that she'd just had her first taste of cock the day before. And she liked it! But that's not all. You'll never guess who took her cherry." 

"Alan?" The only reason why Simone tentatively guessed that was because Heather had started the discussion by mentioning Alan. 

"Yeah. Crazy, huh? I mean, a clear-cut nerd, doing it with a cheerleader. He'd even managed to get a dyke to bat for the other team, at least for the day. But that's not all. Kim was going on like he was the best fucker in the whole world. That was when I couldn't help myself and joined in. Between Kim and Amy, the brain dead virgin, I figured the two of them wouldn't know a good fucker if someone slapped them on the face with a big cum-soaked cock, if you know what I mean. So I wanted to set them straight. But Kim was insistent. She described Alan's eight-incher in mouthwateringly loving detail. She went on and on about how he fucked her in this position, in that position, hell, he even fucked her doggy-style on top of a coffee table. It seems like he did just about everything but fuck her up her nostrils." 

Simone's eyes grew large as she mentally skipped ahead to where Heather was going with this. "You didn't!" she breathed disbelievingly. 

"Didn't what?" Heather replied, playing innocent. 

"Tell me you didn't have sex with him. He's a total loser nerd. You said so yourself!" Simone was a lot more tolerant of others than Heather, but she still had internalized some of the idea that nerds were an untouchable social class for the elites of the school such as Heather and herself. 

Heather tested the metaphorical waters a bit nervously. "What makes you think I'd do it with the likes of him?" 

"Ha! That proves it! Heather, I know you. First of all, I know you've been complaining about your male lovers for a long time now. Rockwell in particular. I can almost see your eyes light up as you hear there's someone in school who might know how to really pleasure a girl right, the way she ought to be, instead of just pleasing themselves. And that's before we even include the fact that he's pretty well hung. I saw the way you were staring at his crotch when we ran into them here at the beach. In fact, I made a note of how he was hangin' myself. Secondly, I can read your face like a book. You're obviously building up to something." Then she teased, "The question is, was it worth getting nerd cooties?" 

Heather's first reaction was to downplay the whole thing. "Simone, you have to understand, this was just a lark. A joke. I happened to see him at a store later on that same day. I thought it would be fun to cuckold my boyfriend right under his very nose with a nerd. I knew from Alan's whole panty painting thing that he was completely discreet, so I could toy around with him without worrying about him boasting, as just about every other guy would do. The situation dropped into my lap and I just HAD to run with it! It's not like I'd want Alan for my boyfriend or something. Get real!" She laughed derisively. Then she looked around the beach to double check that the coast was clear. 

"Well, at least I see you haven't been totally brain damaged. And I can't say I'm shedding tears for the way you treat 'dumb as a rock' Rockwell. But was he good already?" She grinned maliciously. "Tell me all about making mad nerd love." 

Heather smiled and stared away in fond remembrance. "I have to admit, he had a certain... appeal." Then, realizing she probably had a tell-tale moony and dreamy look on her face, she caught herself and put on an indifferent expression. 

Simone was starting to see the teasing possibilities."Did you find yourself getting smarter after he pumped you full of his nerdy goodness? You're gonna get pimple cooties from him for sure. Oops, I think I see one on your left cheek already. " 

Heather looked at her best friend sharply and splashed her with water. "Simone, shut your trap! I cut you a lot of slack, and I don't even know why. But if you keep up with those kinds of wisecracks you're gonna find yourself at the top of my shit list. And you know what that means. You know how much I like to do wild and unexpected things, like when I went down on you in the middle of that restaurant a couple of weeks ago? This is just another crazy prank. In fact, let me tell you..." 

Heather slipped into deeper waters for even more privacy, and then went on to describe her first time with Alan in great detail. She tried to make it seem as much like a crazy prank as possible. She also made it seem as if she was in complete charge the whole time and Alan was little more than a human dildo, who was completely awed into incoherent stammering by "the mighty Heather," as Heather called herself. She very deliberately avoided any mention of how Alan called her insulting names like "cunt hole." While it was true that Heather was calling the shots with Alan at first, she failed to mention how Alan had her literally begging for him to fuck her again before they were done. 

Then she went on to describe her second time with him. She emphasized all of the sexual innuendo that passed over the head of Alan's mother. Again, she painted Alan as being hapless and putty in her hands. To explain why she would bother with him at all, she repeatedly highlighted the above average size of his penis and his remarkable powers of endurance and recuperation. 

Feeling very relieved to finally tell someone about these events, Heather just couldn't stop talking. She went on to tell an increasingly incredulous Simone about her third time with Alan, when the two of them had sex in the school parking lot. The way Heather painted it, she'd practically raped Alan in public just for her own twisted amusement. There was no mention of the promises Alan had extracted from her. 

By the time Heather was done, Simone was in stitches. As a big joker herself, she particularly appreciated all of the blatant innuendo Heather slipped past Susan. 

But as Simone's laughter died down, she considered Heather more closely. There was something about Heather's demeanor that was extremely odd. Not only was she uncharacteristically uncomfortable, but she seemed wistful and even moved as she described her sexual encounters with Alan. Simone couldn't understand what Alan could have done to her to elicit this kind of response from the notoriously hard-hearted Heather. 

Simone gently tried to draw out the information she felt Heather was still holding back. "Damn, Heather, you've still got it. That's the crazy bitch I know and love! Knowing you, though, there's more to this Alan guy than what you've said or you wouldn't be coming back to him two more times already. I noticed both times you were the one to seek HIM out. What gives? I mean, eight inches isn't THAT unusual. Remember Ted 'The Big Ten Inch' Pulaski? Even if he didn't quite live up to that billing, he was still pretty damn huge. And if you want endurance, why not just get two guys to tag team you again? Remember how much fun that was? There must be something more to this guy to make you bother with a mere nerd. You keep talking about giving him a pity fuck, but you don't give pity fucks. Ever. So what is it? Spill!" 

Heather was in a bind. She couldn't even admit to herself what she found appealing about Alan. Even if she could, Hell would freeze over before she'd ever tell Simone how she loved being dominated by him and always thrown off balance whenever she was around him. So instead she said, "I dunno. Like I said, he does have a certain appeal. For instance, he's not as fawning as most of the guys I play around with. And he's got some good moves, I must admit. But, you know, what's that French saying for an indescribable something you can't quite put your finger on?" 

"Je ne sais quoi," Simone replied without thinking. She did a lot better in her studies than Heather did (though she was far from being a top student since she was devoted to a very active social life). 

"Exactly." 

"Hmm. I might just have to take him out for a test fuck or two then, to see what the fuss is all about." Simone joked, "Maybe the reason nerds pull their polyester pants way up their chests is to hide their monster cocks. Yeah, a test drive sounds pretty good." 

Heather blurted out, "NO!" Realizing she said that far too forcefully and loudly, she amended it, "I mean, don't bother. He's just a nobody." She saw that line of reasoning wasn't going to be successful given everything else she'd just said about him, so she tried a different tack. "I like to think of Alan as my personal plaything. He's like a charity project, an amusing trifle. I want to handle him on my own. I'd like to see if nerds are at least partially redeemable. Maybe I can even get him to shape up enough to associate with real people." She was proud of that comment, since it would lay the groundwork for Simone to accept when Heather eventually had to publicly acknowledge her association with Alan at school. 

In actual fact, Heather was worried about Simone being with Alan for two big reasons. First, she found herself surprisingly possessive about him. Normally, she could care less what any of her sex partners did when they weren't around her as long as they didn't catch any diseases, but she wanted Alan to be hers and hers alone, all the time. This was so disturbing and unusual for her that she could barely even admit it to herself. Secondly, she was concerned that if Simone had sex with Alan she'd quickly discover Alan's domineering and name calling ways. Heather knew that if Simone found out about that, she'd never hear the end of Simone's jokes and taunts. 

Luckily, Simone didn't seem to be too serious about her interest in Alan. "Ah well. It's probably for the best. I'll just have to go out and get my own little nerd groupies. Heh-heh, I'll get them to fog up their thick glasses as they excitedly stroke their slide rulers while trying to work out my measurements." 

Heather, to her own great surprise, found herself annoyed by such jokes. "Simone, those are such tired stereotypes. You know enough about Alan to know he's not like that. Maybe he's just smarter than most and doesn't want to play the popularity game." Directly aping what Alan said to her the last time they'd fucked, she asked, "Anyway, what's so shameful about getting good grades and having a certain taste in popular entertainment?" 

Simone looked at Heather incredulously. "Okay, the joke's over. Heather, defender of nerds! Can someone bring out the real Heather? Man! You must really have it bad for your jizz whiz, girlfriend. Showing some sympathy for the lesser mortals? Has the heat gotten to you, or are you just going into heat? Next you're going to tell me you're volunteering at the local soup kitchen!" 

Heather scowled. "Very cute, Simone. Cute. Look, maybe I'm just a little touchy about 'doing it' with a nerd, okay? It is a bit out of character, granted, but I'm all about being unpredictable. It's not like I have any feelings for him or anything. Jesus Christ, no! Ha! Don't make me laugh. I can't help it if God has a twisted sense of humor and endows the least deserving. I mean, what if it turns out that the school janitor has a twelve-inch cock? Wouldn't you be curious to try it out just once?" 

"No. That sounds painful, actually. With you, it's always about getting the biggest and best toys."

"Well, why not have the best? Look. Look out there." Heather nodded towards the shore, and stared out to where hundreds of teens lay sunning themselves on the sand. 

Since Heather had steadily drifted deeper into the ocean as she'd talked, Simone had to turn around to see what Heather was referring to. 

Heather proudly explained, "I can have sex with anyone here that I want. Male or female, if they're going steady or not. I don't even care if it's a completely straight girl. No one dares oppose my wishes. I can even do it with a nerd if it amuses me. ... In fact, maybe that's part of Alan's limited appeal. He's so socially out of it, so completely clueless, that he doesn't even realize the extent of my power. Like I said, he's not all fawning." 

But Simone wasn't so easily fooled by Heather's verbal protests. She knew Heather so well that she could pick up on the most subtle verbal and visual cues. She could tell that there was something different about this Alan that was strongly affecting her best friend. She decided to prod Heather to gauge her reaction. Grinning, she teased, "I think you actually like the guy." She sang a variation on a familiar children's taunt, "Heather and Alan, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G!" 

Heather's face turned red underneath her deep tan. "Shut UP!" She furiously splashed Simone with both hands. 

But Simone just splashed back, which upset Heather even more. The intensity of Heather's reaction further confirmed to Simone that Heather was hiding something important about her relationship to Alan. 

Heather calmed herself a bit and considered various ways to get Simone to keep quiet. She decided on the "heartstrings" approach. "Simone, I'm upset at you. I consider you a friend and I tell you my innermost secrets, but all you do in return is joke at my expense. Frankly, I have no idea why I put up with your shit." She decided some implied blackmail wouldn't hurt as well. "Think about all of YOUR secrets that I keep in strict confidence. Are you going to act like a baby singing your stupid kissing song to everyone or are you going to be a true friend and shut the hell up about this whole Alan thing?" 

Simone was genuinely chastened. "Sorry. Don't worry, I won't breathe a word to anyone. And sorry about the jokes too. It's just that sometimes I can't resist. You know how I am with teasing." 

Heather nonverbally acknowledged her friend's apology with a slight nod. "Come on. Let's go in. I'm getting cold." As they started to head back to shore, she thought, I have no idea why I bother with this Alan guy. He's not worth the grief. It's not like I CARE for him or anything. Really, it's not. It's like I was telling Simone. He's just a lark. A project. A change of pace. Maybe he'll amuse me for a few more weeks, if he's lucky. Then I'll chew him up and spit him out like all the rest. And when I'm done with him I'm going to make him pay for all of his insults and his sheer gall at forcing ME to do what HE wants. God, is he going to be sorry for not knowing who he's been messing with! 

She felt a lot better as she plotted a variety of ways to get revenge on Alan. As she waded in to shore, she envisioned Alan facing a variety of cruel Medieval torture devices. While she wouldn't do that in real life, fantasies of hurting him helped Heather convince herself that she had no real feelings for him after all. 

Simone, however, was intrigued by Heather's unusually strong reactions to her teasing. She was even more convinced that there was something very unprecedented and important about Heather's relationship with Alan. Simone knew she was hot, so she figured she'd have no trouble seducing a "mere nerd" such as Alan unless he had some kind of racist phobia, and she strongly doubted that from what she knew of him. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 19



Part 19: I'm Goin' Down

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Nov. 9) 

Katherine eagerly waited for Suzanne and wondered why she was late. Suzanne had said she would get to her by six and it was already past the appointed hour. 

Suzanne quietly knocked on Katherine's bedroom door and led her to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom (Suzanne preferred it over the nearer bathroom because she knew the bathtub was much roomier). While Susan had heard that Suzanne was going to put more lotion on Katherine, Suzanne figured a "don't ask, don't tell" policy was best, so she and Katherine would be less constrained. So she didn't announce to Susan when she was starting the "massage." Silence was another thing to keep in mind. 

As soon as Suzanne closed the bathroom door, Katherine was on her, French kissing and feeling her up. 

However Suzanne took a moment to turn the bathtub taps on a bit, so that a decent amount of background noise would give anyone outside the impression that someone was really taking a bath.

Katherine's hands zoomed in on Suzanne's large tits. She was nearly as keen to get her hands on her neighbor's big hooters as Alan always was. For someone who was ostensibly not a lesbian, she was definitely getting into having sex with women. 

Suzanne's robe fell to the floor. 

Katherine wore nothing but a thin, oversized T-shirt - the bare minimum of decorum needed in case she was seen in the hallway on her way to the bathroom. 

Suzanne reached under it and found Katherine's pussy. She was excited by the feel because, although she'd fooled around with other women starting in college, she'd never touched a shaved pussy before as it wasn't very common back then.

But soon she pushed Katherine away and said playfully, "What about your treatment? We have to soothe your throbbing ass." She held up the jar that was half filled with lotion, half filled with Alan's cum. 

It was the same jar she'd used earlier, so Katherine quickly recognized it. She was surprised. "Aunt Suzy, you don't have to play games with me. You and I both know what we're doing here, so let's just get down to it. I've been eagerly waiting for this so much!"

"You have?" Suzanne laughed, delighted at how easily this part of her overall scheme was unfolding. "So have I. But humor me. I like playing games. Let's start with this" - she held up the jar again - "and take off from there."

Katherine directed her attention at the jar for the first time. "Does that still contain, you know, Alan's seed?"

"Yep! In fact, I just got a fresh injection a few minutes ago. If we act fast, it might still be warm."

"Cool! Okay, if you're putting that on my butt, I'm game for pretending. Please soothe my oh-so-sore butt with Alan's baby-making jism! Don't be afraid to shove it up my twat!" Katherine pulled her shirt off and stepped into the bathtub, which was the only place in the bathroom to get really roomy and comfortable. 

The rich Plummers had a bathtub so large that two people could lay in it (Susan had thought she and her husband would be in there together to spice up their sex life, but it never happened). 

Katherine lay face down in a small puddle of warm water that got her face a little wet.

Suzanne straddled Katherine just because she could, and began rubbing Alan's cum into Katherine's butt with one hand, and plunging her finger in and out of Katherine's pussy with the other (she mistakenly assumed Katherine wasn't serious about wanting Alan's cum straight into her pussy). As her finger went in and out of Katherine's now sopping wet hole, the aroma drifted up to Suzanne's nose and turned her on even more. 

They whispered between labored breaths because they had a lot to say now that they were in private and open about their feelings for each other.

"You know, I'm not a lesbian..." Katherine started.

"Nor am I," replied Suzanne. "Nothing beats a good cock. Especially if it's your brother's cock. However, guys can only get it up so many times a day, even a tall, dark, and handsome boy in his physical prime like Alan. But there's no limit to a woman's orgasms. I'd rather have your hands in me than my own."

"Exactly! I'm just starting to get into some female action with another cheerleader at school, but mostly it's just another way to get into Alan's pants more often. Like just about any guy, he gets turned on watching his women get so hot and horny that they turn on each other in a sex crazed feeding frenzy. I get to enjoy another woman, and then there's more hard cock to be had by all. Talk about a win-win situation for everybody! So far it's just this one other cheerleader, but I hope the circle will grow."

"Care to mention any names?" Suzanne's curiosity was definitely piqued. She knew the names and appearances of all the cheerleaders since her daughter Amy was also on the team.

"No, I probably shouldn't have told you that much without asking Alan first."

"Where do you do it?" Suzanne pressed as she rubbed the girl's butt and explored her pussy.

"That's our problem. Finding somewhere private has been our biggest problem by far." That was true, but Katherine was also being deliberately vague.

Suzanne decided it was time to bring up a very delicate subject. "Katherine, I have a confession to make. To tell you the truth, I'm not too crazy about your mother's boundaries and rules, such as they are. Obviously she's as firm as a wet noodle about most things, but she holds very strongly to the no vaginal intercourse rule. I'm all for doing anything and everything with Alan, and I only hold back a bit out of respect for her, and fear that she'll catch me and that'll ruin our friendship. I think she'll come around eventually, but I'm trying to be patient. I'm guessing you feel the same way."

"Yep." Katherine was finding it harder to talk since Suzanne was devoting all of her attention to pleasuring her. Wordlessly, Suzanne had begun exploring Katherine's ass crack more and more with her hands.

"So you don't have any problem if you and I go all the way? At least as far as two women can go?"

"Nope. Bring it on!" She wiggled her ass invitingly. 

But Suzanne already was all over it, and even rubbed her nose and cheeks along her peachy soft skin. "We'll get there in a minute. But I'm curious. My suspicion is that you and Alan have already gone further than you're letting on. You two seem to be extra close to each other lately, to say the least. And you and he being together with another cheerleader... Don't worry, I'm not going to mind, and I'm not going to tell your mother, but has Alan fucked you yet?"

Normally Katherine would have been very horrified at being found out. But with Suzanne on her, she knew she was in good hands, so to speak. "Yep," was all she said, giggling.

"I knew it! You HAVE been naughty, haven't you? How was it? Tell me everything!" Suzanne was so excited that she took another gob of the lotion/cum and plunged a finger covered with it up Katherine's anus. Another finger was already in her pussy, so Suzanne kept both of Katherine's holes occupied at once. 

Katherine was soon loudly moaning and climaxing, so it took a while before she was able to respond to Suzanne's queries.

Suzanne realized they were forgetting to keep quiet, so she warned Katherine to keep her voice down. She also turned the shower on behind them, to make more white noise. The bathtub was so big they didn't even get wet. But Suzanne wasn't overly worried; since the shower was on a very low setting she figured she would hear the sound of the master bedroom door open before anyone could even get near. 

Katherine began to describe her first time at Kim's house in detail, excited that she finally had someone else to tell.

Since Suzanne had to get up to turn on the shower, they used the opportunity to reposition. Suzanne knelt before a standing Katherine and munched on her pussy. As her tongue explored the inside of Katherine's vagina, she noticed how sweet her pussy tasted and smelled. 

She thought, I could really get to like this. I wonder if Katherine understands just how momentous this is. If I have my way, this will be just the first of thousands of times we do this. 

Suzanne hadn't been with another woman in years, but soon she figured out how to put her exceptional tongue to excellent use, and fucked Katherine's pussy with it, as if it was a miniature penis. She knew she was onto something good by the way Katherine started panting heavily. 

But Suzanne's curiosity got the best of her. There were so many things they could never discuss until now, and she was fascinated by the idea of Alan and Katherine fucking. After a minute or two, she stopped briefly to ask, "Sorry to interrupt, but let me ask one question. Have you two been taking the proper precautions for pregnancy?"

"Unfortunately, yes." 

"Unfortunately?!" 

"I wanna have Alan's babies so bad, but unfortunately even I can see it would be pretty insane to do that while we're both in high school. I talk big about letting him knock me up, but there's no way I'm going to let that happen. Not yet. Alan was able to not only get condoms and pills, but even diaphragms. So we use all three at once, just to be sure. Well, Alan does forget to wear the condom most of the time, but I figure two out of three ain't bad. And I keep an eye on the calendar, too." 

Suzanne joked, "When you say you look at the calendar, I assume you mean that you look to see what day it is and whatever the day is you say, 'Today would be a good day to get fucked by my brother!'"

Katherine laughed. "You know me too well. Yep, that's pretty true. And frankly, I don't even want Alan to use a condom. Gaaawd! Bareback feels so fuckin' good! But I do use the pill and diaphragm, I really do!" 

"Good. I'm really glad to hear that. Not just because it's smart, but I have an extra reason. This afternoon I wanted to stick some of Alan's cum up your pussy, but I was afraid to. Now, I assume you don't mind?"

"By all means!" Katherine replied excitedly. "Didn't I already tell you not to be afraid to do that? Let it join all the rest! I hope there's a bunch of sperm still sloshing around in there. That's one of my fantasies - when I'm in school I like to think Alan's cum has filled my vagina and that it sloshes around with every step I take. I'm not wearing my diaphragm right now though. ... But wait! I've stashed some in this very room, in the hope that I'd get Alan to do me in here someday. I've got them stashed in my room, in the other bathroom, in the car, all over. We've got, like, a supply for a couple of years!" 

Suzanne hummed, "Mmmm. Now my tongue has something to look for inside your steamy hole. Bring that beautiful box of yours back here." 

Katherine was standing. She rooted around the bathroom cabinets until she was able to get her box of supplies from out of a remote hiding place. She proudly held them up. "Look how many. I'm going to use each and every one with Alan before Christmas. That's my goal. Just think how many fucks that is."

"You never can be too careful," Suzanne said. "Where are you getting all this protection? I mean, you're both so young."

Katherine inserted the diaphragm into her pussy lips. "Alan's so smart. He got some condoms first, I don't know how. But then he got nurse Akami to give him loads of stuff."

"Yeah, I'll bet you he's given her loads in return, if you know what I mean," Suzanne joked. 

They both laughed. Katherine commented, "Isn't it just amazing the number of women Alan has chasing after him?" 

"Yeah, a bit," Suzanne said without much thought. She wasn't in the talking mood, given that she was on the verge of some pussy licking. But to be polite, she asked, "Does it bother you?" 

Katherine answered, "Well, it depends. I don't begrudge Akami, because without her help maybe none of this would have ever happened. Sometimes the thought of him drilling other pussies even gets me excited. But if it was someone else, like Christine or Heather from school, that bothers me a lot. I guess that's one reason why I'm so keen on getting knocked up." 

"Could you please explain that? I'm afraid I don't follow. And by the way," she joked, "giving birth isn't as much fun as it looks." 

"But don't you see?" Katherine asked earnestly. "Isn't that the ultimate act of love and devotion? Having his children will bind him and I together for ever and ever. I've always wanted his children, even before all the six times a day craziness started, just because it would be so beautiful! But now I have even more reason for it. I'm so afraid he's going to find someone really smart and pretty like Christine and run off and marry her. And where will that leave me? I'll only get to fuck him and be with him every now and then." 

"Why would you assume you'd fuck him at all after he gets married?" 

"Oh, get real, Aunt Suzy. I'm not worried about THAT. I know my brother and now that he's tasted so many women it's not like he'd ever limit himself to just one. I mean, can you even imagine him keeping Mom's mouth off his cock for more than five minutes, even if he wanted to? Fat chance! No, the only question is how many women will he have and where will I fit into things? I know he doesn't want a ton of kids, like I do, and he's a responsible guy and won't just knock up girls willy nilly. So if I have one of his kids, that'll put me in a pretty elite group of his closest favorites." 

Suzanne was staggered by that. "Whoa, girl! You're always gonna be one of his favorites, no matter what you do. But you've really thought this out, haven't you? I know Alan's a pretty studly guy, but come on! You're making it sound like he's gonna have some kind of harem." 

"Well, isn't he? Isn't that where you're taking this?" 

"Well, yeah, but I'm thinking you, me, and Susan, if you can call that a harem. I like to think of it as a foursome. And you're the only one of us who can have children, so don't worry so much." 

"What about Amy?" 

"Amy? She's not ready for a serious relationship yet. And when she will be I intend to help find her a very nice boy." 

Katherine shook her head. "Aunt Suzy, you're smart, much smarter than me, but you have some blind spots. For instance, I think I know Alan better than you do. Once you fall in love with him, there's no falling back out. He's just too kind and adorable. Now that's he's gotten started, he's gotta pick up women like a snowball rolling downhill. That's why I'm just hoping and praying I won't get lost in the shuffle." 

Now it was Suzanne's turn to shake her head in disbelief. "There may be some truth to that, but I'm double your age and know a whole lot more about the wider world. To stay with even three women permanently would be an amazing anomaly in this day and age and will raise all kinds of eyebrows. Any more would be preposterous. Heck, just to get that much to work is gonna tax my scheming skills to the limit. I'm sure Alan will fool around all over the place and I don't have a problem with that, but at the end of the day he'll always return home to us, his family." 

"Maybe. We'll see. All I know is if he wanted to marry me, I'd say yes in a heartbeat. I secretly felt that way even before all the sexual craziness got started." 

Suzanne just nodded and filed away Katherine's comments to contemplate later. Then she complained as she got up, "Too much talking. Your turn."

They repositioned, and Katherine licked Suzanne's pussy for a while. They could have done each other at the same time in a sixty-nine, but Suzanne wanted to devote her entire attention to the sensations of being tongued by one of her most loved people. 

Katherine was also happy to completely devote herself to the task. She'd tasted a few pussies, namely those of Kim, Amy, and Heather. They all tasted roughly the same, but Suzanne's was different: a bit more tangy and bitter, and more mature. It had a potent flavor. But she decided that it wasn't unpleasant. 

They both were so excited that it wasn't long until Katherine's tongue in Suzanne and her fingers in herself resulted in an explosive mutual orgasm. The two of them rested up and prepared themselves for more. 

CHAPTER 2

After some more minutes they repositioned again, and Katherine lay back in the bathtub. 

"Here goes..." said Suzanne, kneeling over her, and she stuffed Alan's seed up into his sister's pussy. Once it was in, she kept plunging in and out with three fingers. "Imagine my fingers are Alan's cock," she helpfully suggested.

That caused Katherine to begin moaning loudly. But she also loudly and jokingly complained, "Three fingers? If you want to be Alan's cock, you'll have to fist me!"

"Sssshhh!" warned Suzanne. She wasn't going to fist anyone, if indeed Katherine was serious with the suggestion (which she was not). "Now tell me the rest of your story. And by the way, how's your butt feeling, honestly?"

"It's fine! You can spank me anytime. I knew you were up to something sneaky and sexy, so that's why I agreed to it. Alan gave me an erotic spanking last night, and I just love it." 

Suzanne was still exploring Katherine's anus with her other hand, going full blast on both holes at once. She said, very eagerly, "Okay! Do you want me to spank you some more right now?" 

"Um, let's not go that far. It is a bit sore. Some other time." 

Suzanne was disappointed, but decided to let it slide for now. She consoled herself with the happy knowledge that Katherine quite enjoyed spankings, and that Alan was doing them too. I'd prefer to spank that lovely young man, but I wouldn't be averse to getting spanked by him too. A little bit of everything is good, as long as it's sexual. 

Katherine added, "But I feel bad - you're making me feel so good, and I'm not giving anything back. Let me turn over and help you out."

She flipped over, grabbed an aroused nipple with one hand, and stuck her fingers in Suzanne's slit with the other. She quickly came across the string leading to the egg vibrator. She pulled it out, laughing. "What's this, you naughty woman? Damn, that was deep inside there."

"Hey, if you're gonna take that out, you have to replace it with something better," Suzanne chided Katherine. 

Katherine quickly obliged with an ever-increasing number of fingers. 

Suzanne prodded in her scratchy voice, "Now, you were telling me about the first time you and Alan fucked?"

They carried on playing with each other while Katherine told her story. Their bodies became more familiar with each other, and they started to explore more ambitious positions. The only problem was that Katherine's hot story of fucking Alan became more ragged in the telling as each minute passed. After awhile, there was a lot of fucking and not much talking. 

And they got so excited they kept forgetting to keep the noise down. They huffed and puffed and squished and moaned. They looked fantastic together, with Katherine's deep tan contrasting with Suzanne's pale white skin. Had anyone seen them, they might have thought that two perfectly-formed Playboy bunnies were going at it while making a XXX rated video.




Six Times a Day Pt. 19



They sat face to face, and ground their pussies together when they weren't fingering each other. Their legs interlaced one another, allowing their wet pussies to literally kiss. They rubbed their pussy lips together and felt the soft folds of their labias slickly slide over each other as their juices intermingled. The aroma of two hot steaming pussies filled the small room. 

Sometimes they French kissed too, but Suzanne kept pausing the action and forcing Katherine to tell a little bit more of her fucking story. As if they weren't aroused enough, the occasional reminder of fucking Alan raised emotions to an even higher level. Somewhere along the line Katherine let Kim's name slip since Kim had been there her first time, but she was too far gone to care much. 

All the while, they were getting quite wet, both between their legs with more orgasms, and by splashing the water from the tub on each other. They grew hot and sweaty as they rubbed their pussies together, and even the bath water seemed to grow warmer, too. It wasn't long until the mirrors in the bathroom fogged up and the room started to fill with steam. 

Yet, there was much more in the air than just physical arousal. Even though the two of them hadn't been together before, their long years of loving friendship showed, and their movements were filled with tenderness and deep affection.

In a pause after one of many mutual climaxes, Katherine went on with her story, using Kim's name freely now that the cat was out of the bag. "So, then Kim came in and asked if she could watch. Of course we said yes. Alan was already hard, even though we'd done it three times already! Can you believe it?!" 

Suzanne was glad to hear that Alan's drunken performance with her as "Elle" at the party hadn't been typical of his lovemaking skills, even though from everything else he did she was already confident he would be a fantastic fucker. "He sounds like a total stud," she said, sounding like a giggly schoolgirl.

"He IS! Ohmigod, wait till you hear how much he got it up the second time we went there. But anyway, he started pounding me again. In and out, in and ou-"

"You mean like this?" interrupted Suzanne. She stopped grinding her pussy against Katherine's and poked her fingers into Katherine instead. Katherine did likewise.

"Exactly!" Katherine giggled. "Fuck, this is almost as much fun as being there all over again. Going in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out..." 

Their fingers worked on each other in time to their words. Both of their pussies were sopping wet and they sweated profusely all over from so much exertion. Their pussy juices flowed freely and lubricated their plunging fingers. 

"And the whole time," Katherine went on when she finally got tired of saying "in and out" over and over, "Kim was sitting in a chair right next to us, frigging herself with the same rhythm we were using! If I wasn't feeling horny enough, not bloody likely with Big Brother inside of me, mind you, but if I was wasn't, all I had to do was look over and see Kim totally lost in the moment and egging us on with her eyes and fingers. God, it was so amazing! And Alan was like a nonstop endurance monster. Just like he always is, as I learned later. After those quick fucks earlier, he was just going on and on, like he would never stop. His penis was so incredibly hard and thick too. But I'm sure you know that very well already when you have your lips around it." 

Suzanne was so excited she could only nod in response. 

"But you don't know how it felt when he totally filled me up and stretched my pussy to the limit. It was fantastic. Maybe I'm biased because it was my first fuck and all, but I don't think anybody else fucks like that. He's something very special. I mean, he made us seriously late, 'cos he kept going to the brink and then pulling back. It was like he couldn't stop until he fucked me to death! In and out, in and out..."

They both said the words "in and out" in unison repeatedly, again timing their frigging with it. Then they broke out into giggles. They kissed some more after that, delaying the story once more.

Finally Suzanne made a move to leave. She stood up. "Really, we should stop." She had been engaged in sexual activity for hours with only a shower as a break and she was tired.

But Katherine with her youthful enthusiasm didn't like the idea of stopping. She stood up so she could wrap herself around Suzanne. Then, massaging Suzanne's clit with her fingertips, she said, "What's the big hurry? Just a few more minutes. I'm so excited, talking about fucking Alan while fucking you. You're so much fun to be with, and fucking him is sooooo good. Talk about the best of both worlds! Seriously. You know how my mom seems to be living just to suck his cock lately? I'm like that too, except I live to be FUCKED by Alan! It's way better than cocksucking, as good as that is. Besides, we can't stop now, because I still have to tell you abo-"

But with perfect timing, a sound broke them out of their reverie. "Suzanne! Suzanne, you up there?" It was Susan, loudly shouting from the bottom of the stairs. 

They could just barely make out the words, as the sound had to travel up the stairs, down to the end of the hallway, then through two doors, and over the sound of the running water to reach them. The two of them froze and concentrated on listening.

More clearly, they heard Alan reply. "She's in here with me, Mom!" Suzanne was surprised to hear his voice, because she thought he'd been sleeping. 

Then more dimly they heard Susan yell, "Suzanne, your husband is calling. He's wondering what's happening with dinner. What should I tell him?"

Alan answered, "Mom, Suzanne's mouth is preoccupied at the moment, but don't tell Eric that!" 

Both Suzanne and Katherine couldn't help giggling at hearing Alan's lie, obviously covering up for them. 

He added, "We're almost done - I'm sure she'll be along in a minute!"

"Okay!" Susan yelled. "Remember the boundaries! Also, dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Angel, did you hear that? Angel? ... Tiger, can you tell your sister dinner is ready?"

"No problem!" Alan shouted. 

Katherine and Suzanne paused and waited until they were sure Susan's attention had passed. 

When Katherine was finally convinced they were safe, she said, "Damn! Damn, damn, damn! Just when things were getting really good."

"Oh come on," said Suzanne, disappointed but already disengaging. "What was I just saying? You have to know when to stop. This house is a lousy place to keep secrets. Anyway, if you came any more today I think you would have just plain run out of cum. And if you don't run out of cum, I'm bound to. At least we didn't get caught. Though I admit I would have liked to hear the end of your story."

"Well, that's basically the end," said Katherine, as she drew her body back into Suzanne to finish explaining. "He just kept fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking me" - she punctuated each 'fuck' by plunging her fingers back into Suzanne's pussy each time - "until I was literally fucked out. He seriously had to carry me back to the car. I was sore for days!"

"You sure there was enough 'fucks' in your description?" Suzanne asked gleefully.

"No. As a matter of fact, it was more like he fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking fucked me until I couldn't fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking stand it!" Katherine again threw caution to the wind and now frigged Suzanne like there was no tomorrow.

"Okay! I gather it was pretty fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking good," Suzanne replied with her own fingering. But she realized time was running out. She disengaged herself from Katherine and picked up a towel from the floor. "Come on, what if Susan decides to go to her bedroom to change clothes or something?"

Katherine reluctantly began drying herself. She was still mulling over her story instead of worrying much about Susan. "Yeah, you could say it was pretty damn fucking good. And that was only his first time! You should hear about the time with the seventeen erogenous zones. I can't wait until he gets experienced with the likes of you and then he shows me all he's learned."

"You think YOU can't wait!" Suzanne said with exasperation. "I want Alan to fuck ME until I'm the one who's too sore to walk! And you got to take his virginity, too, you lucky bitch. AND, you're doing a threesome with him! That just makes me drool. And here I am, forced to go slow with him, for Susan's sake. Life can be so frustrating."

"Yeah..." said Katherine, aglow with her fond memories. "That's about the only edge I've got on you, that I took his virginity. And he took mine. Alan's going to be the only guy to ever fuck me, if I can help it. But that's all I've got going. How can I compete with you? Or should I say you two?" She grabbed both of Suzanne's boobs and started playing with them.

"Hey!" Suzanne took Katherine's hands away. "Let's get dressed already! But don't forget you're his sister. I can't compete with that."

Katherine ignored that comment and continued as she started to dress, "And anyways, it's not all wine and roses. Remember that Mom has grounded both Alan and me for a week, and we've resolved to not break Mom's boundaries rules here in the house. So he can't fuck me again aaaaaallll the way until next Moooonday!!"

"That's very wise, Katherine. Be patient. You have lots of time. But speaking of time, let's continue this talk later. I've gotta go cook dinner for my very unfuck, fuck, fuck, fuckable husband. ... But the afterglow of this day will make dinner a lot more bearable. This will help too." Suzanne stuck her egg vibrator back up her pussy. 

Both of them giggled. 

The knockout redhead enthused as she put a robe back on, "What a great day! You go first and make sure the coast is clear - it's less weird if you're using this bathroom than if I am. Then I'll go. But stay in your room for a bit. Susan won't think it weird if I look like I just had an orgasm, given what Alan just told her, but we can't both be looking like that! And the smell. This whole bathroom smells like the inside of a giant pussy. Let's air this place out." 

CHAPTER 3 

Suzanne quietly made her way downstairs, hoping that Susan wouldn't notice her. But she needn't have worried because Alan went the extra mile to cover Suzanne's tracks. When Suzanne came down the stairs towards the living room, she looked over to the kitchen for Susan and indeed saw her there with Alan. 

Susan was facing away in front of a counter top while Alan knelt behind her. He had her skirt pulled up and was rubbing her ass intently. She continued to fiddle with food on the stove and even happily hum, acting as if her son wasn't exploring every nook and cranny of her butt.

Suzanne pondered, That's funny. I thought Susan said Alan couldn't touch her in places like that. So much for boundaries! Then it occurred to her, Oh. This must be the "getting of attention" I've heard about. Nice! 

Suzanne walked away from the kitchen and towards the front door. Today's little poolside scheme is already working wonders. Looks like Susan is going to crumble even faster than I'd thought. Excellent. She went to the underwear cabinet and changed from her robe into normal clothing without being overheard.

Before Suzanne left the house, she walked back to the edge of the living room and peeked to see how things were faring in the kitchen. To her surprise, Alan now had his face buried up his mother's ass crack. He looked like he was rooting around for something in there with his nose. Susan no longer appeared calm, but in fact clutched the counter edge as if she was about to climax.

Suzanne chuckled to herself. I should just let the happy couple be. But if I speak up, I might help push things forwards a bit further. So she said out loud, "Sweetie, did you lose the car keys? I don't think you'll find them up there."

She laughed at her own joke while Susan and Alan disengaged and frantically scanned the room to find the voice they'd just heard. When they looked back and saw it was only Suzanne, they relaxed somewhat. 

At least Alan relaxed. He'd jumped up, but he quickly got back down on his knees and grasped the still skittish Susan's legs so her marvelous ass wouldn't be able to scamper away.

Susan couldn't hide how flustered she was, especially since Alan was once again lightly breathing onto her ass, giving her goose bumps. He'd discovered that drove her crazy. She stood straight and tried to act casual, even though her ass was completely exposed. "Uh, hi, Suzanne. Very funny. It's, uh, not what it looks like. Uh, okay, maybe it is, but, uh... We were just, uh... Tiger was helping me, ummm..." Her face reddened further as she failed to think up even one vaguely plausible cover explanation for what Suzanne had seen.

Alan stepped in to save her. "I was just helping her by getting her attention. I told you about that Aunt Suzy, right? It's kind of a rule we have that I can play with her ass as a kind of foreplay before she gives me a blowjob. Remember how nurse Akami says I need a lot of stimulation and not just a quick ejaculation." He went back to blowing on her skin, causing it to tingle.

"Oh. Of course," Suzanne replied in a level voice, as if Alan had just told her about a nice sale price for rental cars. "Not only that, Susan, but Alan has to get your attention in some kind of special way if he needs a blowjob. Otherwise, how are you going to know just how needy he is?" She was just saying whatever would make Susan happy. She wanted to make up for her naughty interruption and put Susan back at ease.

Susan was already losing herself in another erotic fog as Alan continued to stimulate her ass in exciting ways. She had put the interruption so far behind her that she struggled to come up with a response. "Um, yeah. It's all very... necessary." She tried to change the subject. "Did you just come in? You surprised me."

"Yeah," Suzanne lied. She figured that was a lot better than saying she'd come from fucking Katherine. But she brought the conversation back around. She wanted to acclimate Susan to taking part in sexual acts while others watched and she could tell that Alan had figured out her intent and was playing along. "Tell me more about this attention ritual, Sweetie. Exactly how do you show her you need her to suck your cock?"

"Glad you asked, Aunt Suzy. When Mom cooks, she usually wears something like this apron that can easily be brushed aside so I can get to her ass no problem. She's always thinking that I might sneak up on her and grab her ass, so she gives me easy access. Don't you, Mom?" He was heavily kneading one of her ass cheeks even as he blew between her legs to excite her pussy, which was a mere couple of inches from his lips.

"Uh, um, yes... But really, Son! This is not the type of conversation... Oh my God! Please take your hand off! Suzanne can see!" The hand she referred to was now deep in her ass crack.

Suzanne calmly noted, "Big deal. I saw a lot more than this by the pool this afternoon. Please continue, Sweetie."

He continued with his probing and his explanation. "Like I was saying, Mom is dressed so I can get to her ass. No underwear, of course. She keeps her crack extremely clean for me too, at all times. And I've managed to surprise her a couple of times, including just before you came in. It kind of reminds me of when we used to surprise tickle each other when I was a kid. Anyways, I grope at her ass cheeks, like I'm doing now. She really digs that. A couple times she's pretended that I wasn't there at all, and let me fondle her for ages. But today I felt like zeroing in right at her ass crack. I wanted to see what was in there. Like this curious hole." 

At that, Alan stuck a finger into Susan's anus. He carefully placed a couple of his remaining fingers outside her ass on either side of her pussy lips. He was going as close to the limits as he could.

She cried out, "Tiger! Please!" However, her body betrayed her words. Her pussy opened up and rich smelling lubricant started to flow out and down her inner legs.

Alan acted dumb. "Please what? Please saw my finger in and out a bit? Like this?" 

"YES! I mean, no! What I really mean is, Suzanne is here!" 

He teased, "You mean I'm being rude to play with your ass but ignore our guest's ass?" 

"Yes! I mean, no! Don't stop!" 

"Then do you mean you'd like Suzanne to take over?"

Before she realized it, she heard herself saying, "No! You're doing just fine! Uh, I meant..." 

Susan was at a loss for words. She bent over at a ninety degree angle to give Alan better ass access and also to hide her very red face. Her asshole and vagina were opened wide. Her body was primed and in the ready position to be mounted and fucked hard until she passed out. It felt like the most natural position for her to offer her son. 

She thought, This is so embarrassing, but let's face facts. I'm a hot horny mother ready to be used for pleasure in any way necessary so my son can empty his dick of another load. And then, when he's given that up, his balls will fill with cum again and I'll help him drain them again. And again. And again. Forever! What a glorious cycle. I just have to put up with my deep shame to save him from nasty sperm build up! That's the most important thing. 

She mashed her boobs into the cold kitchen counter, which stimulated her hypersensitive nipples. That alone caused her back and ass to buck up convulsively, and she almost screamed.

Suzanne chuckled at Susan's response. Before Susan could complain more, Suzanne said, "I see. But Alan, what were you doing when I came in? It looked like you were trying to shove your whole face up that hole."

"Oh. That. I was, sort of. My mom likes it when I lick her ass crack. It's something I just discovered today. Don't you dig it, Mom?" 

Susan failed to answer the question, as she put on a false "nothing to see here" smile. She was blushing furiously. She felt like she'd been found out because having her ass licked didn't seem to advance her goal keeping her son's balls well drained. She prayed that Suzanne wouldn't say anything about it.

Alan immediately dove back in with his tongue. Its probing wetness found her puckered anus. He spread her cheeks with his hands to give him better access to that secret spot. He plunged the tip of his tongue right in her hole. She let out an excited gasp.

Suzanne asked very matter-of-factly, "So Susan. How is it that I never heard about this getting of attention ritual until today? I thought we shared everything." 

Susan was so aroused that she had a hard time talking. "We do... but... so embarrassing... shameful... I told you about the uh... the uh... the ass play... well, most of it, but... Oh, Tiger, please!" 

Susan looked back at Suzanne nervously, and then pushed his head away. "Tiger. Please! Really! That's so improper! That's enough ass licking for now, buster."

He abruptly withdrew the tongue and stood up. "You're right, Mom. That is enough of that. I'm ready for you to suck my cock now." He whipped his penis out of his pants. It was rock hard and throbbing like a beating heart as the blood coursed through it. The head of his penis was already shiny and slick from pre-cum. He clenched his PC muscle, which caused his penis to bob up and down. 

Susan was still pressed face down into the counter, but he spun her around like a rag doll and put her hand on his rod. She stared at the ceiling because she couldn't bear to look at Suzanne. 

Alan continued, "Suzanne, you're more than very familiar with this next part. Susan now drops to her knees and sucks, licks, and strokes my erection until I feel reeeeaaally good. Don't you, Mom? Would you like to be a helpful cocksucker right now?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 19



Her hand was already naturally stroking his erection from the instant she held it, and her second hand quickly joined in. "You know I would. But Suzanne is here. And..." 

Alan prodded, "Well, do you think my blue balls just go away when Suzanne is around? No! They usually get much worse." 

"I know that, Son..." Her fingers were happily slipping and sliding up and down. "But... But... But there's something else. ... On the tip of my tongue... What was it?" She continued to stroke as she stared into space, and then it came to her. "Oh yeah! Your punishment! No blowjobs until Tuesday. Don't you remember?"

"Dang! My punishment. Huh." Alan was frustrated because he did remember. But then he pointed out, "Well, you only said no blowjobs. You can still give me a handjob, like you're already doing now."

"I suppose I could..." She stroked for some more moments, pondering again. At first, she wondered if it was really proper to give her son a handjob, considering the punishment. But after a minute or two, with her fingers continually running up and down his pre-cum soaked skin, she got so aroused that she began to wonder if it was really fair to have a ban on blowjobs after all. 

My son has needs. Big needs! To deny him blowjobs would be like denying a sick patient their medicine, no? And is it really fair to punish a boy with a cock this thick and tasty? 

She was completely lost in the act for a couple more minutes. But then she heard some noises, looked up, and saw Suzanne standing there across the kitchen. She blushed all over again. "Suzanne! You're still here! Um, of course you are. What am I thinking? But you're so quiet. How can you just stand there and watch me do this?"

Suzanne stepped forward. "Oh, you're right. I'm sorry. How rude of me. You must need some help. Here. I can take care of his balls." Suzanne drew nearer, with an outstretched hand.

Susan let go of Alan's penis in shock and then physically got between Suzanne and Alan's crotch. "No! I didn't mean that!" She saw Suzanne's hand continuing to get closer and decided it was better to do without than share. That was another sinful boundary she didn't want to ever cross. "Tiger, that's enough of that! Put your thing away right now. We can't do this in front of other people. It's time for dinner in any case. Look. You've made me nearly burn the food." 

She turned back around and moved to the stove to tend to the food. Her whole body was shaking with excitement and shame.

Suzanne laughed again. Partly it was the sight of her friend acting serious even as her ass was still unwittingly completely exposed now that she was facing away again. Suzanne also partly laughed at her own chutzpah in stepping towards them and seeing if she could join in. 

Oops. I tried too much there. Maybe I'll have better luck next time. It was a bit bold and unwise to even interrupt their privacy. But it was worth it just to see the look on her face. I'm such a terribly naughty meanie these days, heh-heh-heh. Plus, if I keep it up, eventually Susan and I will be able to trade off stroking and sucking and she won't even blink an eye about it.

Since Alan's erect penis was still hanging out of his shorts, Suzanne took another step forward and held it in her hands. "Look at this, Susan. Our Sweetie here is still hard. Are you just going to ignore this and leave him suffering? Isn't this why he was getting your attention? Should I take over if you're busy with the food?"

Susan turned around with another look of total shock and dismay. She'd expected that Alan would have tucked his hard-on away. But now Suzanne's hand was sliding up and down his slippery rod. 

Alan spoke up. "That's okay, Suzanne. Thanks for the offer, but Mom's right. It's time for dinner. Anyways, I've already done it eight times today and I could honestly use a break." Actually he hadn't meant to have things go this far - he was just rubbing his mother's ass to allow Suzanne to leave unnoticed, which turned out to be a moot point, anyway.

Suzanne said, "Eight times?! Holy cow." 

Susan turned around again to stare at Alan and put a hand over her mouth to hide how widely it was hanging open in surprise. 

Alan said, "I know. And the day's not even over." 

"Wow. That's impressive." Suzanne was stalling for time with small talk while she kept stroking. But after nearly another minute of gently jacking him off, she looked up at an increasingly peeved Susan and forced herself to ask, "Are you sure I should stop, Sweetie?" 

"Yep. I'm sure."

"You positive? Because I would hate to leave you hanging. So to speak." She smiled now at her increasingly blatant attempt to draw things out even more. 

He smiled too. He thought, I know Mom's not pleased, but what was she thinking, just stopping right in the middle of something like that? Frankly, this feels far too good to give up. Is nine times in one day doable?! 

After another long pause, he looked at Susan with her hands defiantly on her hips and said to Suzanne, "Well, if you insist, you can do that for another minute or two until the dinner is on the table. But please make sure I don't cum again. I don't think my penis will be happy tomorrow." 

He cupped his hands and yelled loudly, "KATHERINE! COME! I WANT YOU TO GO DOWN! THERE'S SOMETHING HERE FOR YOU TO EAT!" Suzanne and Alan chuckled, but the comment flew over Susan's head.

In less than a minute, Katherine bounded down the stairs. She was in a great mood after having so much fun with Suzanne.

Susan turned around from the stove to greet her daughter, and saw Suzanne still jacking off Alan's prick. That wasn't much of a surprise, but the fact that Suzanne was now topless certainly was. She'd been fully clothed not but half a minute earlier. "Suzanne!" she griped. "Your blouse. What happened to your blouse?"

As Katherine flew into the kitchen, she took stock of the situation and quipped, "Hi Mom. It probably went to the same place your dress did."

Susan reached around and felt her ass. She realized in horror that her ass was still completely uncovered and now three people were staring at it. She finally pulled her dress back down and covered it up.

Meanwhile, Suzanne answered, "Susan, you don't expect me to jack off Alan with my clothes on, do you? That's so unstimulating for the poor guy. We have to think of his needs." Suzanne technically wasn't blowing Alan, but her mouth was so close to the tip of his penis that her breathing stimulated it even further.

Susan was now increasingly irked, both at herself and at everyone else. She felt like she'd been made a fool of. She said crossly, "Well it is technically possible, you know. And there are more important things in the universe than stimulating Alan, believe it or not. But as a matter of fact, I'm putting my foot down. Please stop that right now. Alan, it's time for dinner. It's time to get seated at the dinner table. You too, Katherine."

Alan was greatly enjoying the whole situation. Getting blown or sucked was such a common thing for him by now that he felt completely relaxed. He stood in a casual pose with his hands in his pockets while Suzanne had one leg snaked between his and her breasts pressed into his pants-covered thighs as her tongue flicked around his penis head. 

Even though Susan had just covered up her butt and was now actually fairly covered up, that was almost made up by the skimpy dress Katherine wore. 

Life was good for Alan and the only limit to his fun was how much his penis could take. Today he was certainly testing the very limits of just how much stimulation one man could stand.

Suzanne's blouse hung wrapped around her stomach. She finally let go of Alan's rod, pulled her blouse back up, and buttoned it together, thanks to Susan's continued glares. "Susan, you're cross. Sorry. I'm really not trying to be flip or undermine your authority here. It's just that, well, thinking about Alan's penis makes me want to do crazy things. Of course I want to throw my clothes off and suck him to completion."

"Don't we all," Katherine giddily interrupted. "What did I miss here?" She grabbed some plates and silverware and set the dining table.

"Oh, not much," Susan said, glum but a little bit mollified. "Just the usual. Too much talk about sexual things." She turned to the now-standing Suzanne. Alan stood next to her, but he was finally putting his penis back in his pants. Watching it disappear was like a tragedy to her. It was all she could do not to dart over and stuff his erection in her mouth instead. 

So Susan was very sincere when she said, "And I understand where you're coming from, Suzanne. Boy, do I understand! I can't believe I let Alan do that to my ass, but it just shows how I get carried away too. Let's try to respect each other's wishes a bit more and be more discreet helping him with his treatments, okay?"

Suzanne nodded. "Yes. Certainly. I'm sorry I interrupted you and then got carried away. And speaking of dinner, I really should be going. My husband and kids must be starving. If my husband only knew what was keeping me, he might get a little bit angry!" 

Suzanne held her hand next to her ear as if she was holding a cell phone and pretended to speak into it, "Hello, Eric dear. I'll be over shortly so don't worry. I meant to start dinner already but time flies when you're holding throbbing teen cock in your hands." 

She pretended to be listening to her husband's response, then said, "What? You disagree? Well, don't knock it till you try it. You've never felt tempted to rip your blouse open and rub your E-cups all over Alan's chest while he floods your mouth with his sweet seed? No? Oh, I forgot, you don't have E-cups, more like C-cups." 

The others laughed. Eric had gained enough weight in recent years to develop some "man breasts." 

Then Suzanne added into her pretend phone, "Don't tell me you don't like the taste of his seed. After all, you've kissed me enough times just minutes after I've blown him." 

This time, her comment was greeted with more shock than laughter. She had to point out, "Just kidding, folks, just kidding. Even Eric doesn't deserve that. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's forgotten what kissing is. I've gotta run. I'll see you later."  

Suzanne rushed to the front door and left. But, as intended, her pretend phone call had at least distracted Susan so she no longer felt ashamed and irate. Instead, she and her children found themselves thinking of Ron and what might happen if Ron ever found out what was really happening in his house. That sobered them all up for a little while.

CHAPTER 4

After Susan finished cooking, she left to change out of her cooking clothes into something more formal and more alluring. 

The Plummers sat down at the dinner table. Then Susan said grace. 

Finally Katherine was free to talk and she asked, "So what's the special occasion, Mom?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"You're actually wearing clothes!" Katherine laughed at her own joke. 

Susan wasn't so pleased. "Very funny," she griped. She nervously twirled a strand of hair in her fingers, afraid Alan might not like her appearance. She'd been somewhat freaked out by what happened earlier in the afternoon and wanted to wear something more respectable, but at the same time she still wanted to arouse her son. 

"Well, I think you look great, Mom," Alan said positively. "You know, sometimes you're just as alluring all dressed up as when you're naked." 

"Thank you, Tiger." Susan was very relieved to hear his compliment. 

She was wearing a lilac dress with long white sleeves. It exposed a tremendous amount of cleavage. But compared to what she was wearing lately, it seemed conservative, since it didn't have any potential for her nipples or tits to pop out. The fact that this dress was now considered conservative showed how much things had changed in just a few weeks. 

Of course, she wasn't wearing any bra or panties. That Plummer house "tradition" had become so established recently that it was more like an iron-clad rule. The feeling of her nipples and mound rubbing against the rough fabric helped keep her in an aroused state. 

Alan nudged his sister. "What do you think?" 

"Oh, I think Mom looks totally steaming hot. Good enough to eat." Katherine lewdly licked her lips. Coming straight from sex with Suzanne, she was very aroused by the prospect of doing the same to her mother. 

Susan could feel the sexual desire radiating from her daughter, and nervously tried to change the subject. She stood up. "Speaking of good enough to eat, let me get the food." 

When Susan came back to the table, Katherine asked her, "So what's all this about your ass, Mom? Why was it hanging out so deliciously naked when I came down, and what did you say Alan was doing to it?"

Susan sighed. "Here we go again. Let's see. How can I explain this?"

Alan helped out. "Sis, I was fondling Mom's ass when Suzanne came over. But I wasn't violating the no-touching rule. You see, when Mom set that rule, she also made clear some allowable exceptions. For instance, she said that it would be okay if I got her attention that I needed sexual relief by grabbing her butt and fondling it." 

Susan made an excuse to go back into the kitchen, blushing profusely.

Katherine quietly grumbled and was jealous about that until she thought some more, and came up with an idea. Then she enthused, "Oh great! What a great rule! If you want to get my attention, why don't you do something similar? I know! You can stick your finger up my fuck hole. Or really, any object of that general size and shape. That'll be sure to get my attention, heh-heh."

"Kaaaathriiiine!" chided Susan from the kitchen. "You know Alan shouldn't do something like that. Even talking like that is so unladylike. It's so very improper! Words like 'fuck hole' - for shame. Angel, I thought I raised you better. Why don't you think of something else?"

"Okay," Katherine said, delighted that Susan didn't mind the general concept of having her own special way of getting Alan's attention. "Let's see... the butt is already taken. We could make it the boobs, but let's face it, mine aren't as nice as some other people's around here." She made a frustrated, screwed-up face at that thought. "Oh, I know: my pussy! Not the inside, Mom, don't worry, but the shaved smooth outside. That's something special. Alan could pet the outside. What do you think, Big Fa- ... Uh, Brother?"

"Sounds fine to me!" He picked up his fork and knife and began to eat.

"What about you, Mom?" Katherine asked. "Is that an okay signal?"

"Well, Angel, I don't really see why we need these signals in the first place, but I guess since I have one it would be hypocritical of me... Tiger, do you promise to restrain yourself and go no further than the outside with this signal?"

"Yes, I promise. I won't go any further when signaling." He was careful with his words because he thought to himself, However, when not signaling I'm going to keep fucking her silly! 

Alan had never broken a promise, as far as his mother knew. But he often would only adhere to the "letter of the law" and this time he realized he'd found another loophole. He even justified fucking his sister by the fact that his mother had never explicitly forbade them from fucking each other.

Before Susan could fully process his clarification, Katherine cried, "Goody! Why don't we try it out right now, and see if it works?" She stood up and walked around the table to Alan. She wore a short dress and pulled it up, so that her brother's face was inches from her bare pussy.

"Katherine, please! Not at dinner!" Susan complained. "You haven't eaten yet."

"But MoooOOOOoooom..." Katherine whined.

Alan more cleverly said, "Mom, do you suppose we could try it out for just a minute? I think it would be important to establish just what's acceptable here, while you're nearby, so you can help us clarify some gray areas. Otherwise we won't know how far to go when we're alone."

Susan felt trapped but compelled by that logic. "I don't know. It's so improper. I mean, doing something like that in a common room, in front of someone else..."

"But Mom," he persisted, "you were just letting me fondle your ass when Suzanne walked by. And you blew me in the back yard today in front of two people, even."

Susan blushed some more. 

Alan thought that both cute and arousing. 

As usual, she relented. "Don't remind me of my shameful mistakes. ... Okay, okay, fine. You're completely incorrigible. But just to clarify the boundaries. Very briefly! Your food is just sitting there getting cold. I made that lasagna with love."

"Excellent!" Katherine cried. She immediately took all of her clothes off. The two of them moved to a couch near the dining room table.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Susan complained to her daughter. "Your clothes!" She rightly wondered why Katherine had to take her top off for Alan to touch her bald pussy. 

But rather than let Katherine answer, Alan immediately placed his hand on his sister's pussy and asked Susan, "Here's a question: the clitoris. What do you think about my touching the clit? It is on the outside, you know. So isn't it okay?" 

Alan naturally rubbed Katherine's clit as he asked this. He used his left hand to pull back the hood and rubbed the tip until it stuck out like a little prick, red and swollen. He used his sister's moans as an excuse to push things even farther. "I hope I'm not being too rough; maybe you need a little lubricant." He licked his finger and rubbed her nub even faster now that it was covered with spit.

Susan waffled. "I don't know. I mean, that seems awfully sexual."

"But is it really that different from pinching a nipple after touching a breast?"

"Well, no, but..."

He cut in, and went on before she could think, "Then we're in agreement. But what about the pussy lips? That's a tougher one. If I put my finger right here, along Katherine's slit, I'm still on the outside, but I could kind of press down, like this." 

His finger first circled around the outer lips, then slid back and forth in between the inner folds. He was still holding back the hood with his other hand. He managed to rub her clit while massaging his sister's meaty pussy lips. 

Susan was silent, as if struck dumb by the sight. She felt her own pussy start to moisten. 

He said, "So that's on the outside. Whereas THIS is on the inside." He dramatically plunged two fingers into his sister's slit and started up a rapid fucking action with his hand. 

Katherine moaned loudly. She was in a very happy place as his fingers explored her clit and then caressed her pussy lips, all wet with her juices. She could even smell her own aroma as it started to fill the room. 

Her mother could easily smell it too, even over the steaming lasagna. "Tiger, please! Outside the lips only! And in any case, the proper time for that is after dinner! Your food is getting cold. I thought you were talking about just petting the area where she used to have hair." Susan looked down into her lap and noticed that her legs were rubbing together, as if someone else were in control of them. It took all of her self-control to force them to stop moving.

"Oh, you mean like this?" Alan took his fingers out of his sister's steaming hole and caressed her silky skin all around her pussy lips, which was very sensitive. "You're saying this is okay." 

Katherine moaned again and kicked her legs about in excitement. 

Susan formed a serious, disapproving frown. 

So Alan tried to wrap things up. "I'll try to keep it like this and go no further than what I was doing earlier."

"Fine." Susan sighed. "Now that we've got that sorted out, The two of you, please sit down and eat the food I spent so much time making. You really shouldn't be doing this kind of thing in front of other people, even me. Can we be a normal family for five minutes?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 19



All three of them sat down and began to eat. 

Susan glared at her daughter. "Angel? Forget something?" 

"Oh yeah." Katherine smiled mischievously because she had been sitting completely naked. She got up and put her clothes back on. 

"Really!" Susan complained as she ate, "I think you two take far too much advantage of my kind nature. Imagine. Eating dinner naked! Remember that you're both grounded for the week."

"That means I can stay home and suck Alan's Popsicle all week long!" Katherine happily pointed out. She was sitting again after quickly throwing her clothes back on.

"No, young lady, remember the other part of your punishment? No blow... um, oral stimulation tasks for you. But since I'm in a generous mood, I'll let you stimulate him once a day with your hands, but that's it. And you're done for today. After all, you're supposed to be having a punishment, not a reward. And Tiger remember, no touching her either. You're grounded too."

"Except for touching her pussy, to get her attention," he pointed out.

"Yes, I suppose. Except for that. Just once a day though. God, I can't believe how weak I am!" She wagged a finger at both of them in a mothering way. "And no more stunts like this pussy-petting at dinner or whatever you call it. Is that clear? ... Oh my. I said 'pussy.' Is there any decent word for that area? Bush? No, you don't have one. Mound? Oh dear. Nothing works. You two are corrupting me." 

The siblings nodded in agreement at her restrictions and also at the fact that they were corrupting her. They tried to hide their smiles.

CHAPTER 5

Susan continued, "We're a normal family eating a normal dinner. So can we please focus on talking about something at dinner other than sucking Alan's Popsicle? Um, I mean, uh, stimulating Alan's member?"

"Sure. But Mom, you're not weak," Alan explained as he took a bite of his lasagna. "This week I'm going to need all the help I can get. Remember that my Boy Scout hike is coming up this weekend? I'm going to be gone all of Saturday and Sunday. This means I'll probably need to aim for seven or eight times a day for the week before and after, since I'll be lucky to have even one orgasm on both of those days." 

Alan had been in the Boy Scouts for years, and he was on the verge of becoming an Eagle Scout. He had all but dotted the i's and crossed the t's. But ever since he had begun his "treatment" he had been neglecting the Scouts completely. He realized he had to go on this camping trip or he'd be in serious trouble with his scouting troop.

"Oh my!" Susan exclaimed. "Oh dear." The implications sank in as she happily imagined blowing her son that many times a day. Too much was not enough for her. She could literally suck him off a dozen times a day and still want more. 

Her pussy started throbbing and her nipples grew harder than ever, but she clenched her legs and tried to think wholesome, religious thoughts. "Oh dear. Tiger, that's going to be really tough. Do you think you'll be able to handle it?"

"I don't know. To average six times a day is so hard. As you know, even though today has been an exceptional day so far, I was below target the last couple of days. So you can see I'm really going to need a lot of help. Especially from you and Suzanne, Mom, since you won't let Katherine help much. Not to mention the sheer amount of time it takes to get sucked off so many times! Luckily this is a weekend and so we can really take time and enjoy ourselves. But how can I manage so many times during the school week?" 

He continued, "I'm thinking that sometimes it may be helpful if someone could just milk me with me hardly noticing. Like, for instance, if I'm doing my homework, Mom, and you come up and jack me off and I never even stop doing my homework the whole time. Remember how Akami said that prolonged stimulation was essential."

"I don't know, Tiger," said a visibly worried Susan. "I'm supposed to be punishing you, even if it's only until Tuesday... I promise that when Tuesday comes around I'll really help you out a lot..."

Alan could see she was wavering. "You just said the punishment was for blowjobs only. But in any case, you'll hardly let Katherine touch me, and you won't touch me now, so you expect Suzanne to do everything? She's here some of the time, but not all the time. Like she's never over in the mornings, and I need a lot of help then. I can barely make six as it is; how can I do seven or eight without a lot of help from more than just her?"

"I don't know, Tiger. But you've hardly eaten a bite yet. Is this really an appropriate topic for dinner conservation?" 

So they changed topics and finished dinner. 

When it was over, Susan went back to her room to change. Despite the compliments, she already felt overdressed. Screw this "normal clothes" shit, she cursed to herself as she stood before her dressing closet. 

Who needs all that heavy clothing? We live in Southern California. Clothes are unnecessary in this weather. There's a big penis out there needing to be pleasured and stroked and sucked. With Angel out there as competition, I'd better wear something that'll allow more "accidents" so he'll notice ME. Let's see.... This'll do. She grabbed the lowest cut dress she could find and put it on. 

Alan and Katherine were eating ice cream for dessert as Susan came back into the dining room and sat back down. She said, "Now, where were we? Now that dinner is over, we were going to finish our discussion about penis stimulation." 

Alan smiled to see Susan's new outfit, but didn't comment on it. "I think we were near a decision. Come on Mom, what'll it be? Can't you help out more, or have Katherine help out more, or both?"

"Hmm... I don't know," she said uncertainly. Despite her cocksucking lust, she felt the parental need to follow through on her punishments. She hoped to at least make it without blowing him until Tuesday. "What if you just have Suzanne help you a couple of times a day, and 'do your thing' to make up the difference? For the next two days?"

Susan sat at the head of the table, and Alan and Katherine sat on either side of her, as they usually did. Susan leaned forward as if deeply engrossed in the topic, which caused her skimpy orange dress to slide down. Her bountiful mounds spilled forward, fully exposed to his eyes.

Despite all her talk about wanting to act like a normal family, she had specifically changed into this dress just so it could slip down in this manner. Her face looked demure, but her erect nipples betrayed her excitement. 

The fact was, she'd been so sexually aroused at the pool earlier that she still had an erotic buzz she couldn't shake. Alan's ass fondling before dinner got the buzz humming even louder, but then they'd been interrupted before the two of them could get off. Furthermore, the fact that Alan had been doing things to her right in front of Suzanne and Katherine turned her on even more. The idea of being ravished by Alan in a crowded public space kept intruding on her thoughts.

It was all Alan could do not to reach out and pinch his mother's nipples. But he was equally distracted by his sister across the table from him. She wore a thin top which barely had enough fabric to not qualify as see-through. Worse (or better, depending on one's point of view), it was about two sizes too large, and one or the other of the two shoulder straps fell off her shoulders practically every time she took another bite to eat. This frequently caused her top to fall down enough to completely expose a boob. 

Alan finally tore his mind from his mother and sister's tits long enough to answer, "Mom, you would actually have me masturbate? Commit the sin of Onan?" 

Susan crumbled, putting her face in her hands. "No, of course not! I don't know what I'm thinking any more. What if Suzanne and I just jack it off a lot?" 

"Um, Mom, we could try that, but my penis might get seriously chafed. Remember what Akami said about the difference between the hand and mouth when it comes to chafing." 

Katherine giggled at the always absurd notion of penis chafing. She said as seriously as she could, "That's a big problem, Bro. Are you sure it isn't chafed already? Maybe we should take a look." 

Alan looked to his mother for permission. 

She coughed nervously. "Ah, yes. I think that, uh, for medical reasons, it's good to see its condition now before we consider the future. We do have to consider the, uh, chafing... problem." 

So Alan unzipped his shorts and released his eager penis. As he'd just finished eating his dessert, he pulled his chair away from the table (and closer to his mother) so the other two could have a good view of it. 

It was as if he'd hit a button controlling his mother labeled "pant." Susan's chest immediately began heaving as her breath became heavy and ragged from seeing the mouthwatering penis so close to her. With all that movement, her dress slid down to her stomach. 

Alan felt he could watch his mother's heaving naked breasts for hours. He eventually tore his eyes away long enough to look back at his sister's chest, and noticed a similar reaction. It was almost comical how loudly the two of them were now panting. 

In fact, Susan got so horny so quickly that it was all she could do not to reach into his lap and start stroking. But she still had enough of her old mindset to worry about doing that in front of Katherine. So instead, she said, "Tiger, why don't you scoot up to the table there, and I'll get you both some cookies." 

She didn't really want to get them cookies as they'd just had ice cream and she tried to limit their sweets, but it was an excuse for her to get away before she did something rash. She stood up to go. 

Alan replied, "Okay, but you know there's a certain morning alarm clock that I've been greatly missing. Honestly. I thought after Tuesday that maybe I'd see that more often." 

Susan gasped and fled to the kitchen. 

CHAPTER 6 

Once Susan got there she more or less composed herself and even pulled her dress back up. She returned to the dining room with a plate of cookies a couple of minutes later. 

Alan was scooted all the way forward, so Susan couldn't see into his lap from where she now sat. But what she didn't know what that while she was in the kitchen, Katherine had started to play footsie with her brother. 

Alan sat all the way forward to help facilitate the movements of his sister. 

As it was, she had to slump in her chair, acting as if she was really full, in order to reach across the wide table. Her foot found his exposed penis and trapped it against his thigh. As she built up a good rhythm of pressing down on it and rubbing, she couldn't help but briefly let out a wicked smile. 

Susan was still too flustered by her own desires to notice.

Alan wolfed down a couple of cookies, and slouched back in his chair, giving his sister's foot even better access. He opened his legs wide. 

That allowed Katherine to experiment with two feet on his penis at once. It wasn't easy, especially with an unsuspecting Susan sitting only a couple of feet away, but she managed to trap the penis with one foot and rub the penis against it with the other. However, it wasn't worth all the extra effort and risk so she soon returned to rubbing his penis into his thigh with just the one foot. 

Katherine commented, "Hey, Bro, I'll bet it feels good to relax after a nice meal like that." 

"Oh, it sure does, Sis. It feels incredible. You have no idea how good." Of course, they were talking about the footsie job, but Susan didn't know that. 

"Oh, I think I have some idea," she winked. "It's good to kick back and relax. You know, stretch your feet out and take a load off." She gave his dick an extra hard rub right then to make sure he understood what load she wanted to get off. 

Alan's eyes went wide at her innuendo and daring rubbing, but he quickly recovered. He turned to Susan and said, "Boy, that really was good, Mom. And homemade chocolate chip cookies, again!" 

Alan had good reason to praise her. Ever since Ron had returned to Asia, it seemed that she was cooking Alan's favorite dishes and making special desserts every night. The house was overflowing with homemade cookies. She smiled widely at his compliment. She couldn't explain why, but lately she was extremely eager to please him in all things. She was also thinking on some level that the more he ate, the more sexual energy and cum production he could have. 

He added, "Now that I'm done, can I get Katherine's attention, properly?"

She frowned at that. "Certainly not! I said-"

"You said," Alan interrupted, "And I quote, 'The proper time for that is after dinner.' So we're just obeying your instructions from earlier."

Susan wrinkled her brow in consternation, tricked by her own words. She was mostly worried that the sight of more sexual fun would get her too aroused again. She wavered. "I don't know. Angel is still eating a cookie and I-"

Before Susan could get any further, Katherine took that as a yes and yelped in glee. Then she said, "Don't worry, Mom, I'm all done." She stuffed the rest of the cookie into her mouth and finished it off. "Come over here, Brother." She took her foot off his crotch under the table, allowing him to stand up.

Alan walked around to the other side of the table to sit next to his sister. He stepped out of his shorts as he got up. His stiff erection bounced lewdly as he walked.

"Tiger!" Susan complained. "Your shorts!" She'd managed to calm down a bit when she went to the kitchen, but her boobs resumed heaving as she watching her son's penis bounce right past her. 

He deliberately made it worse by pausing right in front of her. With his penis nearly at her eye level, he reached forward and grabbed another cookie. 

Susan grasped at her chest as if struggling for air, and that caused her low cut dress to fall below her nipples again. For once, she didn't do it on purpose; she was just reacting and clutching instinctively and the dress did the rest.

"What, Mom? Didn't you ask me to take my penis out earlier? And I'm so stuffed after that wonderful meal that I can hardly expect to keep my shorts on." He stood above his sister and admired a great view down his sister's top, the nipples clearly visible through the fabric. 

Then he sat down next to Katherine, and she lifted up her skirt for him. He asked, "Aren't you stuffed, Sis?"

"Gosh, I'm very stuffed!" she proclaimed. "But I like it, feeling stuffed. Don't you think, Mom, that sometimes it feels really good to just be totally stuffed?" She tore her eyes from Alan to look at her mother as her own shoulder strap fell for what seemed to be the thousandth time that evening. 

But the wide-eyed and panting Susan completely missed Katherine's double meaning. 

Meanwhile, Alan began to caress Katherine's bare pussy with one hand and held onto her left breast with the other. She'd thoughtfully pushed her chair far away from the dinner table to give Alan better access to her lap, but also so her mother could see everything.

"I don't know," their mother replied, "I try to watch my weight very carefully, so I feel too guilty to enjoy feeling really full." She felt like she had to put her foot down and calm her children's behavior, but before she could respond to one thing, something else would come up. In fact, at that very moment she had to complain, "Alan, take your hands off of Angel's tits. Uh, her breasts, I mean. Isn't her pussy good enough for you?" 

"Oh. Sorry." He obeyed his mother's command. 

Susan's brain wasn't working well. She was fantasizing that it was her pussy which was shaved to look like a girl's, and that Alan's hands were running all over and inside her most private region instead of over her daughter's.

Susan normally would have felt jealous, but she was too aroused for her feelings to really qualify as jealousy. Instead, she thought, All I'd have to do is give the word, and I'm sure he'd be delighted to rub me down there. Just like that. It would be so easy. Maybe I should have him do me, to save my precious Angel from his rapacious clutches. Is he pulling on her clitoris? I'll bet he is! 

She leaned forward and confirmed that was what he was doing. God yes! Of course he is. He knows exactly how to please a woman and how to take her to the pinnacles of desire! I'm so worked up that I can barely breathe! Pull on my little nub, Tiger! Make your mommy feel good! 

She rubbed her legs together under the table, but it was merely a feeble glimmer of the stimulation she really wanted.

Katherine gave up eating and spread her legs wider. "Well, Mom, sometimes you just have to ignore your guilt and let yourself go every now and then. I think it does a world of good. I think you should get stuffed and just enjoy yourself. Don't you agree, Brother?"

"Oh certainly, Sis," he replied, as he happily stroked his sister's bald pussy. "Mom, one of these days I'd really like to stuff you myself." 

Katherine nearly choked on his blatant innuendo and her eyes went wide as he still pulled and played with her clit. 

He continued, "After all, you're always cooking for us. One of these days we should cook a really nice meal for you." The extra sentences helped tone his meaning down, but Susan seemed remarkably oblivious in any case.

"That would be really nice," Susan said, wide eyed and breathless. "Maybe you can surprise me for my birthday or Mother's Day." 

Surprising himself with his boldness, Alan said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely be stuffing you on both of those days." 

Susan finally got the true meaning of all this stuffing innuendo. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged out even more. But she wasn't angry. In fact, she wanted to spread her legs wide and yell, "Why wait? Stuff your mommy now!" 

But that was something she felt she could never say and never allow. She was worked up to a fever pitch, but over the next minute or two she slowly calmed down. 

Alan and Katherine were generally too busy with each other to pay much attention. If Alan did look her way his eyes would inevitably linger at her bare and jiggling breasts. Frankly, Katherine would get stuck staring at the same sight. 

Susan decided that she had to bring an end to the evening's activities before she did something rash. She said, "Okay you two, that's enough. Why don't we get up and clean these dishes?" She looked over at her daughter, hoping to see a positive response. 

Katherine was bold enough to lift her left leg and hang it off the armrest of her dinner chair. It gave Susan a clear view of her crotch and allowed Alan greater access to her entire erogenous zone there. It was clear that her slick pussy juice was running out of her pussy and rolling down over her asshole. 

Susan stood up. Even though she was trying to cool things down, her wardrobe was not cooperating. Both of her nipples were already on display, and now her top dropped completely off of her tits and fell down her stomach.

Katherine said, "Big Rolling Pin Brother, Mom is saying something about how you need to get off. But first you have to help me get off, too." 

Because Alan was all over Katherine like an octopus, Susan assumed that Katherine meant she wanted Alan to literally get off of her. But she didn't understand the rest of what Katherine was talking about, or why she mentioned a rolling pin. She had a strong feeling there was something extra going on, something sexual in the words her children were saying, and she rarely understood it. But the idea that they might be tricking her and toying with her somehow turned her on even more. 

Taking their words at face value, she said, "Actually, I said get up. To do the dishes? I think you've gotten your sister's attention by now, Tiger. Come on."




Six Times a Day Pt. 19



Alan turned to look at Susan and reply, but he found it more than a bit difficult to converse with her. Not only were both of her tits hanging out, but her chest was heaving even more than before, as if she was on the verge of hyperventilating. Her nipples were flying around in a circular pattern that was almost hypnotizing. 

Furthermore, now that she stood up, she rubbed her thighs back and forth against each other as if attempting to imitate the rubbing movements of a grasshopper. Her pussy juices were flowing freely under her loose, orange dress, and she delighted in the slippery sliding between her wet thighs. It was a most distracting sight to watch, even with her dress in the way. 

She knew that she had to get away quickly because she was losing all control. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see her son's big dick now that he was turned her way. 

But as soon as her eyes closed she began daydreaming. She imagined that both of her children stopped what they were doing and jumped her instead. Her fantasies weren't just about Alan for once; she wanted both of her children carnally and in the worst way. She imagined the two of them tying her up as she screamed for mercy. Katherine then sat on her face and forced her to lick her hairless crotch while Alan sank his penis into her vagina and fucked her mercilessly. 

She thought, It's a mother's duty to provide for her children. In my case, that means I should provide them my hot body so they can fill up all my orifices with their fluids until cum is dribbling out of my mouth, ass, and cunt! That's just what responsible, good mommies do! 

The daydream was so vivid she could almost feel Katherine's slick, shaved pussy rub against her nose, and feel Alan's dick rhythmically bang against her cervix. 

Susan was so lost in her startlingly lifelike fantasy that when she opened her eyes again she could scarcely believe her kids were still sitting at the table and not crawling all over her. She stepped forward and grabbed the table to brace herself as she felt a mini-orgasm quake between her legs. She'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd had over the course of the day but it was in the dozens. 

Since Katherine had asked Alan to get her off, he wanted to do that before he got up to help with the dishes. Susan seemed so lost in her own world he figured he could keep doing what he was doing for a while at least. He continued to stroke his sister's pussy, and while he didn't put his finger into it, he focused intently on her pussy lips and clit. She was as wet as her mother and she was barely able to restrain herself from attacking his erection as it kept slapping her legs. 

Suddenly, Susan shouted out, "No! Don't do it to your mommy!" 

Her two children stopped what they were doing and looked in her direction. Her eyes were closed and she was still engrossed in her fantasy of being overpowered by her own children and at first didn't realize she'd said something out loud. 

"Do what?" Alan asked quizzically. 

Susan pieced together that she'd yelled something and guessed from her daydream what it was. Covering for her accidental outburst, she stammered, "Um, uh, don't disappoint your mommy, I mean your mother, by doing that to your sister too long." 

Gathering steam as she realized her words made some sense, she added more forcefully, "I want you two to stop right now and clean up. Katherine, the kitchen is a complete mess. I want you to clean it top to bottom. Alan, you're in charge of the dishes." She didn't actually care about the kitchen at that moment, but she needed things to cool down before she literally burst with desire. 

"The dishes?" Alan mildly griped. His mother hadn't been giving him chores for the past week, ever since she'd openly fallen in love with cocksucking him, and he was getting a bit spoiled about that. "What about my penis? It really, really needs help! And Sis is right here..." 

"Put on your shorts and behave yourself. Really!" As she said this, her dress slipped further down. Only her wide hips prevented it from falling all the way to the floor. "Katherine is grounded and shouldn't be enjoying herself with such things. I'm going to take a shower right now, and I fully expect you two to behave in the meantime. I'm at the end of my rope, especially the way you two violated my trust by the pool this afternoon, and if I come back and you aren't responsibly doing your chores, I think I'm going to break down and cry. You make me feel like a bad mother. ... When I come back, we'll see about what your penis needs." 

Susan hurried out of the room. She'd decided that she needed a quick, cold shower to cool her ardor down. She was inches from just ripping her dress off and yelling, "Do me! Now!" She didn't even care who - Katherine or Alan, preferably both. 

After she'd gone, Alan said to his sister, "You know, playing with Mom's cluelessness is fun, but we're probably taking it too far. I don't want to disrespect her." 

Katherine thought about that and nodded. "You're right. But it's just so much fun, what with her really sincerely trying to act dignified while her dress falls all the way to her hips every two minutes." 

Alan nodded and tried his best not to grin. 

CHAPTER 7 

The cold shower made Susan feel much better. When she got out, she felt nearly normal. But, in hopeful anticipation of more cocksucking to come, she decided to just wear the dark blue bath robe hanging in the bathroom. 

She walked into the kitchen dressed in the robe. She was delighted to see her children hard at work. Alan even had his shorts on and zipped up. She joined in cleaning for a few minutes until the dishes were done and her son was free of obligations. 

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Susan asked. "Now, Tiger, let's see to this problem in your shorts. Do you still need help?" 

Alan's face lit up. "Mom, do I ever! You left me hanging there." He had helped Katherine get off after Susan left, but he had yet to cum. He'd done the dishes with an incredibly urgent erection. "Do you want to see something hard? I'll show you something hard." With one fell swoop he pulled his shorts to his knees and his stiff penis sprung out and bounced around wildly. 

As Susan was mostly calmed down now, she merely responded with a curious, "Hmmm." But, taking a closer look at his entire crotch region, she noticed how surprisingly red his thighs were. Then she remembered that when the four of them lay out earlier in the day, his legs were the last body part to have suntan lotion applied.

"Oh no, Tiger, look at your legs!" she cried in dismay. "You're getting a serious burn there. Here, Angel, you finish up here in the kitchen and I'll go get some aloe vera to put on your brother before he burns up. The floor could use a good mopping." Susan went out to the back patio to break off fresh leaves of aloe vera from plants in the backyard.

"Oh great. Whoop-de-do," said Katherine, rolling her eyes. "I get to mop while Mom gets to tend to brother's cock. I can't wait for my punishment to be over."

Susan overheard Katherine from outside, and chided her daughter's language as she walked back inside. "Angel, please be polite and refer to it as your brother's penis or member, not a cock." 

Susan temporarily forgot or ignored how she'd already called it a cock many times in the heat of passion. She was trying to keep the atmosphere more "professional" than it was before the shower. 

But she couldn't put the genie back in the bottle. Even as she tried to maintain a typical suburban soccer mom attitude on the outside, on the inside, the sight of Alan's rigid penis standing at attention was beginning to get to her. All she could think was "cock, cock, cock!" She was hardly back from the patio for ten seconds when she felt the bath robe suffocating her. She loosened the sash and parted the front until her nipples were exposed. It made her feel much better.

Alan retired into the living room and sat down on a plush reclining chair. 

Susan stayed in the kitchen to cut up the aloe vera. She took her time, psyching herself up to soothe Alan's penis without getting over excited about it. Memories of her fantasy of being raped by her children were still fresh in her mind, and she was horribly ashamed by her thoughts. She resolved to never, ever think such nasty things again.

After a couple of minutes, Susan came to her son with freshly cut slices of aloe vera. The edges of her bath robe were already being held in place by her extended nipples. 

She looked at his crotch with some trepidation, remembering that she wasn't even allowed to give him a blowjob until Tuesday. She hoped that she could restrain herself to a mere handjob, but she had serious doubts about her willpower. She had jilled herself in the shower, which helped, but she wondered if it had been enough. 

As soon as she bent over, the nipples couldn't hold the robe in place, and it exposed the rest of her tits and stomach up above the sash. It opened below the sash too, as the fabric fell off each side of her legs. It was almost as if she wore nothing below the sash, and the only reason he couldn't see all of her pussy lips was that she kept her legs tightly closed. 

A wave of excitement and relief surged over her with the awareness that her whole chest and crotch was exposed to her son's eyes. A big smile came to her face as she felt as if she'd just been unshackled from prison chains. Needless to say, she pretended not to notice how much she was showing so she could stay that way.

Alan's legs weren't terribly red and the skin probably wouldn't peel, but they did hurt some. Susan applied the aloe as she talked to him about the importance of covering up and protecting his skin. She worked all around his erect penis, acting for the moment as if it wasn't there. 

As she finished his thighs (the backs of the legs and lower legs weren't nearly as bad because of how he'd been sitting), he silently took her hand in his and pulled it to his erection.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Susan said nervously, as if she hadn't seen and touched his penis many times already, as if his penis wasn't already exposed, and as if she wasn't aware that nearly the entire front side of her body was exposed. It seemed all her efforts to calm down were in vain, because she was heaving and flushed once more.

"I'm even more red right here." Alan held on to his penis with his other hand, and slipped her hand up and down as if to show just where he was red and how she could help with it. 

"Oh... my," was all Susan could say. Finally she picked up another aloe leaf. "Let's get it all covered then." She began to rub the cut aloe leaf all over his penis. 

The jelly-like material inside the leaf slowly squeezed out. It felt deliciously cool against his warm, engorged skin. 

She deliberately leaned in close, so his erect penis remained inches from her mouth. Several times the tip lightly rubbed past her cheek or chin, nearly driving both of them crazy with desire.

She thoroughly covered his stiffness with the slippery aloe leaf. Very thoroughly. At some point, probably without her even realizing when the change occurred, she stopped rubbing in the aloe and began giving him a fantastic handjob. The aloe functioned like Vaseline, and they both loved the slippery effect it gave. 

Susan soon began to enthusiastically throw herself into the job. She bounced up and down from her crouched position as she imagined the hot rod was between her legs instead of in her hands. That in turn caused her boobs to bounce in every direction and even crash into each other. The sash on her blue robe opened more and more until the robe ended up in a heap on the floor all around her. 

"You tricked me, didn't you?" she complained hotly. But while she might have looked miffed on the outside, on the inside she was secretly delighted. "You found some thin excuse to get my hands on your cock, knowing that once I touched it, I wouldn't let go." 

She didn't even realize she was saying "cock," the same word she'd been criticizing Katherine for using a short while earlier. 

She went on, "I'll bet you think you're so clever, tricking your mommy like that. Just because you have such a big fat cock, you expect every big-titted woman you meet to suck it at the drop of a hat. Sorry, mister! You've got another thing coming!"  

Her hands were flying up and down his shaft by now. She was so excited that it was obvious she wasn't really mad. 

Alan grinned as she replied, "Speaking of sucking, I think some of that aloe vera is stuck. It won't come off unless you lick it." 

"Ha! Fat chance! You think I'm going to suck you off? That'll be the day. I'm not going to fall for that one!" 

"You're not?" He couldn't figure out if she was joking or what. 

"No! Foolish boy! Your punishment says nothing about me titfucking you. Put your cock in my tits this instant!" 

Alan immediately obeyed. With all the aloe vera on his pole, there was no need to lube up her cleavage and he started sliding back and forth right away. It felt great. 

Too great. Alan couldn't hold back, even with his PC muscle control. 

She was just about to take a hand and impale it into her dripping pussy when Alan began to orgasm. She froze for precious seconds while the first ropes of cum hit her cheeks. Then, thinking nothing more than Yummy!, she stuffed it in her mouth and sucked.

Susan found herself milking his dick for all she was worth. She didn't just want the cum he was going to expel anyway, she wanted all of it. She worked it with every trick she knew, and kept licking and sucking for some long moments after his ropes of cum stopped shooting. 

Finally she realized that it was over. She blushed as she looked up at Alan briefly and said, "Oh, poo! I just swore up and down to myself that I wasn't going to do that. And your punishment, too. I can't even keep your penis out of my mouth for three days! Heck, I wasn't even able to do it for half of a day. Your mother is just too naughty for words." 

She giggled delightfully at her own naughtiness. She poked him in the chest playfully. "And you, sir, are a hopeless case. Always tricking your mommy to get naked and on her knees."

CHAPTER 8

Somehow Alan's penis remained fairly hard for another couple of minutes. Not much cum had landed on Susan's face as she'd managed to swallow most of it, but there was a fair amount that had run down his penis. There was some on her chest, but she planned to lick that up later. 

So Susan carefully licked his erection and at the same time ended up sucking off nearly all of the remaining aloe vera as well. "We have to get you nice and clean," she said. "It's part of Mommy's daily duties." The restraints she'd regained with the shower earlier were long gone, and now the overriding and nearly only thought in her mind was Yummy cock!

She meanwhile used a hand to pump his penis and prevent him from getting flaccid. Between her hands, her mouth, her dangling breasts, and her infectious enthusiasm, Alan was soon hard again, if he'd ever really gone flaccid at all. 

He thought, Christ, what is it now, nine times already? And I'm heading for ten orgasms in one day? Is it possible to simply orgasm to death? The pleasure is just so phenomenal! 

She drew her mouth in close to the tip of his penis head and said, "Tiger, why don't we just forget all about your punishment? Mommy needs your cock in her mouth every single day, or she just doesn't feel right. Not to mention, I have to reward you for giving me so many wonderful orgasms today." 

"Okay," he gasped, as his penis disappeared far into her mouth again. 

She sucked lovingly and tenderly for long minutes, naked on her knees before him.

She alternated between sucking and licking. When she licked, she said sexy things between licks, like, "Tiger, I'm your mommy. Is it right to have your mommy suck you like this?" and "Why does Mommy like to play with your penis so much? It's so very improper!" and "That was number nine today, wasn't it? You're such an unstoppable sex machine!" 

Alan's favorite was, "Mommy's going to buy kneepads tomorrow, because she just loves to be naked on her knees in front of you. Don't you think Mommy belongs on her knees at all times, sucking your cock?"

But her questions were rhetorical, and Alan knew better than to answer them with anything more than affirming moans. So when she said, "Tiger, if you're going to get your cock sucked, you'd better come to the best cocksucker around. Mommy's the best," she was surprised to get a response. She was even more surprised that the reply came from someone other than Alan.

She heard Katherine say, "The best cocksucker? Some of us might have a different idea on who that is."

Susan looked up in fright and confusion, and saw Katherine and Amy standing in the dining room and looking into the living room where she was kneeling before Alan.

Both girls smiled benignly. Amy said, "Great performance, Susan." The two of them actually clapped for her performance.

Susan stopped licking and tried to cover up in shame. She put one arm in front of her boobs and used her other arm to try and hide Alan's penis. She pushed it up against his stomach and put her hand and arm over it to try and hide it as best she could. But the effect was more comical than anything, because it made her look much naughtier than if she'd just let go.

Angel I can understand, she thought, I completely forget she was right there, one room away in the kitchen. But Amy?! Oh shit! She must have come in the back door. What's she doing here? Susan's horny mood drained away and she shrank back from the two girls in abject shame. 

Alan, however, wasn't embarrassed at all since he knew he had nothing to fear from the happy observers. But with a lack of further stimulation his penis started to get flaccid, even as Susan continued to hold it against his stomach.

Susan cried out in distress, "Amy, I can explain! It's not what you think! I, uh, I was... With the aloe vera, you see..." She was caught red-handed and couldn't think of any excuse to explain away her incestuous act. She looked down at her naked body and noticed the glazed gobs of cum on her chest and realized she was caught for sure. 

"Don't worry, Mom," Katherine quickly said before her mother freaked out too much. "Amy pretty much understands everything. In fact, she's massaged Alan's penis a couple of times herself, haven't you, Amy?"

"Yeah. It feels neat!" Amy said breezily. "I like his thingy. But when I did it, it got all hard and happy. That gave Alan energy. But look - you're making it all small and sad!" Amy ended up frowning by the end of her explanation. One could see through Susan's fingers that Alan's penis was semi-flaccid by now.

"Um," Katherine added, somewhat embarrassed, "we told her a lot, but as you can see, we didn't tell her everything."

Even Susan couldn't help snorting a laugh in response to that. "I guess not," she chuckled. Susan felt incredibly relieved that Amy didn't disapprove of a mother's enthusiasm with her son's prick.

Alan broke in to the conversation to explain. "You see, Amy, it turns out guys have the same leakage problem women do. If you stroke it or suck it too long, then a bunch of white stuff comes out, and it gets soft again. But that's okay. That makes me even happier and gives me even more energy, 'cos it feels really good."

"Oh, gosh!" Amy said, looking like an idiot. "I didn't know you could suck it too, although now that I think of it, that's what guys must mean when they say 'suck me' to me all the time. ... That looks like fun! Susan, are you going to suck him some more or can I give it a try? Oh wait! Look at me, I'm overdressed. I'm still wearing panties!"




Six Times a Day Pt. 20



Part 20: Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Sunday, Nov. 10)

Alan woke up Sunday morning and immediately decided that all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. The Plummer family didn't always go to church, at least not all of them together, but at dinner the night before Susan mentioned they would this week.  

Alan hit the snooze button on his alarm clock once and then did it again. 

As he lay half asleep and contemplated snoozing for a third time, Susan came in dressed in her church clothes. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she said in a kind, motherly tone. "I know church isn't as exciting as your video games and movies, but we can't forget the Lord." She sat on the edge of his bed near his face, and tenderly brushed his hair from his forehead. Then she got up and announced, "I don't know about you, but I'm getting ready for church."

Alan was a bit surprised at her new surge of religious activity. There was no doubting her devout faith, but in recent weeks she'd vacillated between wanting urgently to go to church to help atone for her sins and being too ashamed to go. Overall, he felt that shame was winning as their sexual games heated up. "Mom, but what about, you know, what we're all doing physically? Does that trouble you, you know, religiously?" 

Alan himself was agnostic, but wanted to see what she thought for her own beliefs. At the same time, he joked to himself, There must be a god, and a very great god, to have given me such a mother. 

She continued to idly brush his hair with her long, sensuous fingers. "Thanks for asking, Tiger. You have a special medical condition, and I think God has to understand that. I've made peace with what I have to do to help you. God must want me to help you in this way. What if you were paralyzed and I had to hold your penis to help you go to the bathroom? Well, it's kind of like that only ... a little more, er, intimate. I have a special role, and I'm just doing His will." 

"So you don't feel guilty?" 

"Oh, I do. What pains me is when I go beyond just helping you and take pleasure for myself. But I've talked to Suzanne about this at length and she's helped me see that my feelings are immaterial. It doesn't matter to God if I have my own orgasms or not, so long as you're being helped with your problem. And I have a set of clear boundaries in my mind now. As long as we don't give in to temptation and go further than we should, we'll be fine."

Alan was silent. He didn't want to say that Susan had a habit of going further than she'd planned on an almost daily basis. For instance, technically, he wasn't allowed to touch her breasts, but he ended up extensively fondling them almost every day. And thoughts of the boundaries they'd broken the day before and the things he did to her by the pool got him instantly hard. It was a bit of a curse at the moment, as all he wanted to do was go back to sleep.

She clapped her hands. "Come on. Enough chit-chat. Let's get this show on the road. I'm about to make some breakfast."

Alan rolled over and closed his eyes. "Okay. Just give me ten more minutes. One more snooze button."

Susan tsk-tsked, but lovingly. "Alan Evan Plummer, you are a hopeless case. Five more minutes. Max." She got up and left.

Five minutes later, Alan still wasn't up. 

Katherine barged right in. "Hey, Big Pussy-pleasing Brother. I've been sent as a messenger from the big-boobed one. She says no more lollygagging. Breakfast is almost ready."

Alan rolled over and opened his eyes. He saw Katherine standing there in hot pants - tight, dark orange, leather, short shorts - and an equally tight tank-top that had a giant heart-shaped hole to expose her cleavage. He'd just managed to lose his erection after Susan left his room, but groaned as he felt it elongate again at the sight of his sexy sister. "Dang, Sis, you're not planning on going to church like that, are you?"

She guffawed. "No, silly. But wouldn't it be fun to see the face on the minister if I did! Ha! ... No, these are my 'get Big Wine Bottle Brother out of bed' clothes."

"You really love those Big Brother names, don't you? ...Um, Little Moist-holed Sister?" Alan sat up to appreciate the view better, even though it literally pained him to do so. 

Yesterday's extensive festivities, while enjoyable, had taken their toll on his body. He still couldn't believe he'd climaxed ten times in a single day. He wasn't in agony or particularly sore, but he wasn't exactly prepared to start a sex-filed day quite yet. He at least wanted to get his bearings first. 

She smiled. "That's better, Big Heat-seeking Missile Brother. Mom said that I should use, quote, 'any means necessary,' unquote, to get you out of bed. And the only excuse for any delay is if I have to give you a gob-smackingly yummy hand-job. That's literally what she said, minus a couple of adjectives." 

"What did she say exactly?" Alan asked, growing aroused at the thought of his mother sending his sister to sexually stimulate him. 

"Let's see. She looked at me sternly and told me what a 'terribly cum-filled boy' you are and that it was 'imperative my Tiger gets his satisfaction.' But she said I wasn't allowed to use my mouth on you 'cos of my punishment. And she said that even if I do lend you a hand, so to speak, I should hurry it up, because you have only thirty minutes to shower, dress, and eat breakfast."

Katherine wasted no time. Even as she said this, she moved to his bed and threw back his covers. Her hand was on his instantly-erect penis as soon as it was exposed. She squealed with glee and thrust out her chest to make her cleavage even more obvious. She muttered, "Hard as diamond already. I should have known." 

Alan groaned, partly in delight, partly in frustration. The fact was, he felt strange. The events of the previous day seemed bizarre in the light of the new morning. He thought, I know I say or think it ALL the time, but this is too surreal! Mom comes in my room all pious and dressed for church, and then she sends in Sis like this, basically ordering her to give me a handjob? It's contradictory. Completely bizarre. I kind of don't even feel like another orgasm right now. I mean, I had ten yesterday. Ten! And everywhere I look I see some hottie naked or taking their clothes off. I'm mentally sexually overloaded.

Even as he thought this, Katherine took her shirt off while she gave him a smoldering, seductive smile. 

He laughed at that coincidence inwardly. I just want to have a normal day today. Heck, even going to church doesn't sound so bad, for once. I should really ask Sis to stop and just get up on my own...

But Alan grew transfixed by the sight of his sister's firm tits as they shook in time to her strokes, and the sensation in his loins was too good to bring to an end. He amused himself thinking, Maybe being mentally sexually overloaded isn't such a bad thing after all. 

Given that, for once, Katherine mouth wasn't filled with his penis while near him, she was free to whisper sexy things to him. She took full advantage. 

He found that he loved it, just as he always did. He decided that he should try better to give as good as he got, and attempted to whisper sexy things back to her. 

She talked, as she usually did in these circumstances, about how desperate she was to have him fuck her. 

After hearing her say things like, "Your fuck toy hopes that today will be the day you take your big strong hands and teach my naughty ass how to behave," his desire to go back to sleep completely melted away. 

Soon he was saying to her, "Watch out, Little Bubble Butt Sis, it's a good thing I can't see your sweet ass right now, or a spanking might not be good enough for you. I just might have to spread your cheeks with my hands and do you doggy-style from the rear. I'd get one of those ass dildos and fill up both your holes, and then shove my hand in your mouth so you're filled up in every way. How would you like that?"

"Oh yeah, Big Tree Trunk Brother! Now you're talking! Let's do it right now!" She made to pull her shorts off.

Alan had to stop her with his hand. "Just the handjob, Sis. Remember the no-fucking-at-home rule? Let's at least make some tiny concession to obeying Mom at least some of the time and not get majorly busted, okay? Remember how mad she was at you yesterday? I was just trying to get you hot with some talk. Geez!"

She giggled. "Sorry. You don't have to try to get me hot. Just holding this sister-fucking baby maker in my hands gets me so hot that my shirt would get ironed right on my back if I was wearing one! Luckily I never do, at least not around you. Keep going and fuck me with your words. And by the way, do you think if I breathe on this big sister-splitter, that would cross the line into a blowjob? Let's find out!" She giggled even more.

So Alan continued to talk dirty to her, as she blew air on his penis head and frantically jacked him off. But in a concession to time, he didn't exercise his PC muscle to prolong the experience. As a result, the handjob ended nearly as fast as it did for most men. 

Technically, Katherine wasn't allowed to give him a blowjob, but her blowing slowly morphed into soft, gentle licks. She finished the handjob with his penis in her mouth under the excuse that she didn't want to make a mess.

He ended up blasting a load into the back of her throat. 

Then she spent another minute or two thoroughly "cleaning" his extremely sensitive penis. 

Alan felt bad for once again violating his mother's orders, but under the circumstances he wasn't in a position to say stop, because her licking and sucking just felt too great.

When it was done, he kissed Katherine on the cheek and thanked her politely, which caused her to modestly blush a bit. Somehow that led to him play with her tits for a minute or two, since her shirt was off already. 

She whispered to him, "That made me so hot, but for once I didn't cum. You were too fast! Make me cum. I have a steaming hot pussy. It's ready for you. Just slide right in, Big Torpedo Bro. It has your name on it. Any time you like. You own my hole, my fuck hole! You're the only one I'd ever allow in there. I really mean that - you're the only one! You can fuck whomever you want but this fuck toy belongs just to you! Make me cum, my nasty, naughty brother. Just from your hands on my tits. Yes!" 

She slid her hot pants down her legs just seconds before she froze, clenched tight and let loose with a joyous and loud orgasm. Apparently just the fantasy that she was about to get fucked pushed her over the edge.

That was a good ending for Alan. He was amused. Talk about hype! I don't even need to do anything anymore. Just the idea that I could gets her hot to trot. He took his hands away as he realized it was getting later and later for breakfast and church. 

Katherine commented as she pulled herself back together, "To think. All these years Mom saying to me, 'Go get your brother and tell him he's going to be late for church.' And it was such a bother. It was certainly a lot more fun today! Now I just love any excuse to come in here. Or should I say cum in here. They're nearly one and the same! This room is starting to smell good again; just like your cum. Don't change it. We need to fuck repeatedly in every room of the house so there's no escape from this smell anywhere." 

Alan joked, "I don't know. That sounds like a lot of work. What's in it for me?" 

She lightly punched him on the shoulder as she made to go. 

CHAPTER 2

Alan thought that he would at least have one sex-free hour during church, but he wasn't spared even then. The sermon happened to be about brotherly love. 

That pleased Katherine to no end. She sat next to him and, while she refrained from touching him, every time the minister mentioned the words "brotherly love" she would look at him with knowing facial expressions that seemed to say, "Are you paying attention to that?" or "See what I mean?" 

At one point, the minister mentioned, "Love thy neighbor." 

Katherine nudged Alan, and pointed to Amy and Suzanne, who sat near them in the pews. She thought that was a hoot.

She had a hard time not giggling throughout the entire church service. 

For some reason this teasing turned Alan on to an unusual degree. He suffered with a raging hard-on throughout most of church. Susan was calm and respectful of the church environment; Alan knew that one thing guaranteed to offend Susan was any kind of sexual teasing in church. But every time he looked at Katherine, she purposely did something tantalizing, such as lick her lips. 

He loved it, but was nonetheless weary of having a hard-on so many hours in a day. He thought about those drug commercials that warned one should see a doctor if an erection lasted more than four hours. Okay, so maybe I don't have a hard-on four solid hours in a row, but sometimes it's pretty damn close to that!

Suzanne's family attended the same church, which gave Alan a rare Brad sighting. He idly wondered, What would Suzanne's clueless son would do if he knew what I was doing to his mother and sister? It's a shame how Suzanne is so clever but she didn't raise the two brightest bulbs. 

He'd probably try to kick my ass instead of doing the smart thing and join in. What an idiot. But I feel bad for him, because Suzanne is over at our house so much. I have a feeling something bad is going to come of this whole Brad thing. Any day, he, or his dad for that matter, could wander over via the back patio route just like Amy always does. And then we'd be in deep shit.

As if to prove that she was much closer to the Plummer family than her own, Suzanne came back to the Plummer house straight from church. She wanted to press her idea of taking Alan to the beach. As it was before, the beach idea was just a cover so she could take him to a hotel and fuck properly for the first time. 

Alan was amenable for whatever she wanted, and he would have been very eager had he known her true intentions, but Susan wouldn't allow it. After all, she pointed out, he had been grounded just the day before and for the whole week. 

For once, Suzanne couldn't get the normally very pliable Susan to budge. Not only was there the grounding, but Susan was jealous and worried of the things Suzanne might do to Alan if she had him all to herself in private for hours and hours. And frankly, Susan put her foot down in large part because she didn't want to be without her son for that long.

Alan meanwhile continued his atypical sex-free mood. Amy came over too, and the four females all strutted about in various states of undress, each of them trying to outdo the other with "visual stimulation." But he hardly pulled his head from the big Sunday newspaper that he liked to read each week. 

After lunch he continued this mood, leading to lots of questions from the others. More than one of the women asked him about the state of his penis, but he merely said his penis was fine. 

Katherine asked if he didn't need some relief after all the teasing in church, but he said no, he was flaccid. He was also repeatedly reminded that he needed to maintain a better than average number for the rest of the week. 

He said he knew that. He kept reading. 

After the others poked and prodded him too much, he finally lost his temper and cried out, "What's wrong? Jesus! First off, I came ten times yesterday. Ten times! That's a record, and it's left me a little wiped out. Secondly, I've only gone a couple hours without any action. Are you all so perpetually horny that you can't give me one more or less sex-free day?"

The fact was that, yes, they all really were that horny. Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine found the day before simply incredible, though for Katherine the highlight was her sex with Suzanne. The day was like a sexual epiphany for everyone but Alan (for him, it was just the latest in a never-ending series of increasingly amazing days). The three females wanted more, like another shot of an addictive drug, and Amy desperately wanted to get involved. 

Finally, more to maintain his average and get them to stop bothering him than anything, Alan allowed Suzanne to sit next to him and slowly stroke him while he read his newspaper.

He tried to ignore her efforts and continue to read, but the others were not so disinterested. One by one, Susan, Katherine, and Amy stopped what they did and came close, drawn like moths to flame. They all stood around his chair and watched every move Suzanne made. Nobody said a word as they didn't want to interrupt his reading. The room was deathly quiet except for the sound of Suzanne's hand as it slid up and down his erection, slicked up with pre-cum.

Alan didn't want a handjob. He didn't want to get excited. He just wanted to read a newspaper for once. But having three females watch him drove him to distraction and crazy with lust. 

It didn't help that Suzanne was still dressed in her church finery but kept unbuttoning the front of her white dress until her nearly as white boobs were ready to burst free of their confines. Then she started muttering things to him in her scratchy yet oh-so-sexy voice. "Look, Sweetie, I didn't wear a bra. You know why? Because you told us all not to. Then my nipples get hard and they rub against the rough fabric as I think of you, even in church. In fact, the fabric is so rough that I'd better undo a couple more buttons." 

Susan overheard and said, "Ooh! What a good idea. Too bad I don't have buttons in the front, though. Angel, can you be a dear and unzip me in the back? Thanks. Suzanne's right. Tiger is so diabolically clever. My nipples get hard all the time with all that rough rubbing and then all I want to do is suck cock!" 

Alan looked up in time to watch Susan's dress fall to her waist, then he say the same happen to the dresses on Amy and Katherine. He looked back and forth at all the eight glorious tits on display just for him and groaned. It was too much for him to take. 

He grabbed Suzanne's head and roughly pulled her into his crotch. "God dammit! You're all just too arousing!" 

She finished off his orgasm with a blowjob. 

No one said a word, but the other women all watched with undisguised desire. It was clear as they began to pant more and more that each of them was imagining themselves in Suzanne's place. 

Alan just wanted to get off. He didn't exercise his PC muscle control and shot off quickly.

The others all covered their chests back up. They went back to what they were doing before and pretended like they hadn't seen anything. 

Alan left to take a nap. He felt irked and tired.

Suzanne was pleased to see how sex acts were becoming increasingly public within the Plummer house, especially in the last twenty-four hours, but she was disappointed that Amy had to see it, too. She made a mental note to talk about that with her later. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 20



She was even more disappointed at Alan's attitude. She called the others around her. "Did you see that? He didn't really seem into it. Of course he got into it eventually and filled my mouth with a load of hot and tasty seed. But it seemed like he was fighting it; like he just wanted to be left alone. I've never seen that before. Do you think he's getting tired of us?"

The four females put their heads together and tried to figure out what was wrong. After some discussion, everyone came to agree with Suzanne's observation that sometimes a person just needs a break, a chance to step back and absorb everything that's happened. 

But Susan pointed out with concern, "That's fine, but he's been doing that half the day already. Here it is, past one o'clock already, and he's only cum twice! If this keeps up, he's not even going to make his six quota, much less seven or eight. And he's already in danger with three sub par days in a row before an admittedly remarkable number yesterday, and the scouting trip coming up. He can't take the day off! We just have to find a way to keep making it interesting for him so he can at least get to six."

They all nodded in unison. 

"But how?" Amy asked. 

Alan's medical story hadn't been completely explained to Amy yet (mostly to protect Akami and Dr. Fredrickson in case Amy slipped up and talked to someone), but now she knew enough to get the gist. Just earlier in the day, she was told that Alan needed to be "made happy" six times a day, every day, or he'd feel really tired. 

Suzanne said, "I've long believed that clothes can do wonders. Partially naked is often more sexy than totally naked. Why don't we all try to dress up in new things that'll make him look twice?" 

So they went up to Susan's room and tried on clothes (except for Amy, who was only allowed to watch). Since Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were all so similar in size they could wear each other's clothes. By now, most of the clothes in Susan's bedroom were Suzanne's anyway. 

Once they all picked out outfits they liked, Amy said, "Everyone's look really sexy. Super duper sexy. Incrediwonderfantaburifically sexy, even." She looked at Suzanne. "I especially like what you're wearing, Mom. If that doesn't get him happy, then what will?"

"Thanks, Honey Pie, " Suzanne replied. She wore a skin-tight black leather outfit. It was brand new and the first time she'd worn it in front of others. With the dark glasses she had on, she looked like she'd stepped off of the set from one of the Matrix movies. "But I don't know if this'll get his mojo working. Maybe I'm not flashing enough skin. Or sometimes someone just isn't in the mood. But in any case, I have a more radical suggestion. You know what I was saying earlier, Susan, about the beach?"  

"No beach," Susan replied firmly. "How many times do I have to say no already?"

"Wait. Hear me out. Instead of just Alan and I going to the beach, what if we all do? I know Alan is being grounded, but if you're there with him, you can supervise his punishment. Maybe he just needs a change of scenery to liven things up. If going to a beach with all of us in sexy bathing suits won't get him going, then nothing will. That'll be better than any of these outfits."

"I don't know..." Susan said doubtfully, but not ruling the idea out.

"Oh, come on! It'll be great," Suzanne enthused. "Just imagine. There will be sexy women everywhere. Alan's tongue will be hanging out of his mouth like a horny, happy puppy-dog. But we'll be the sexiest of them all. Alan's dick will be sooo hard. And he'll wear that new skimpy bathing suit I got him, the European-styled one. His hard, throbbing penis will barely be able to stay contained in that little slip of cloth. He'll just have to whip it out and get a nice cocksucking from his mommy."

"Mmmm. Lucky you, Susan." Amy spoke up again.

Suzanne turned to her daughter, a bit horrified. She frequently forgot that her daughter had slowly gotten on the same wavelength as the rest of them. She thought, I really, really have to have a serious talk with Amy soon. She's just a child; she can't be giving blowjobs at her age! I keep putting it off. I guess I have to accept her watching these things, but there has to be a boundary. ... Fuck. There I go, sounding like Susan again.

She conveniently forgot how sexually active she was when she was Amy's age, and younger. 

Amy continued, "When will I be able to get a full load of his yummy cum to fill my mouth? I keep hearing so much about it."

Suzanne was even more disturbed by that. "You aren't going to, dear. Sorry. Susan and I were discussing this earlier. I know you've been stroking him some, and you've been a big help in the visual stimulation department, my sweet Honey Pie, but you have to leave it at that, okay? You're just too young and innocent."

"But I'm the same age as-"

"That's final," Suzanne cut her off. "I really shouldn't even be including you in discussions like this, but I'm trying to be accepting of what is, and what you've already done repeatedly. Okay, I guess you can stroke him all the way to orgasm, since you're doing that already. Then you can eat his cum off of your hands or where ever it lands. But no more than that. Okay? We really need to get you a boyfriend, and fast. What's happening to you is not how a girl should develop sexually. You're giving handjobs before you've had a proper date." 

She sighed, and then redirected her energy to the problem at hand. "In any case, Susan, if we all go to the beach, we'll be able to send his libido into overdrive, and at the same time we'll be insured from going too far like what happened yesterday, because we'll be at a public place."

Susan was pretty much sold on the idea already, ever since Suzanne concluded her description of the beach trip with a "nice cocksucking from his mommy," which presumably would happen once they got back home. But she still had worries. "Hmm. Possibly. But what happens if, you know, he gets all excited, and needs relief right there on the crowded beach?"

Katherine naughtily clarified, "Relief? What do you mean, Mom? Do you mean if his big, thick, hard, pulsing erection is crying out for the warm mouth of a sexy and buxom, sweet-assed woman such as yourself? Do you mean if he's just so aroused by the likes of us that he can't take it any more, and he just has to rip his bathing suit off and shove his penis down your throat?"

Susan blushed and coughed nervously. She unconsciously crossed and un-crossed her legs as her pussy began to dampen at the thought. "Um, something like that," she meekly admitted. 

She cursed her own body part: Damn you, pussy. Always betraying me. You're almost as bad as my tits. Can't you ever get satisfied or are you going to make me die of dehydration as I just plain gush myself to death?

The more they discussed the beach idea, the hotter Susan got and the more she found herself amenable. "But what will we do if that kind of thing happens in a public place? I would be terrified. Anyone could see! Maybe it's better we just hang out by the pool in the backyard. That's what we have a pool for, after all."

Suzanne had an answer for that, too. "There are two kinds of beaches we could go to. One kind is a very busy, public one. The other is a very empty, private one. Not exactly private, but I know of a beach that's so remote that we'll be the only people in sight, even if it is a weekend." 

"Are you sure?" Susan asked in a worried voice. "You know how I feel about letting strange men look at me." But inside her mind, she'd already acquiesced to the idea. Suzanne usually knew best. 

CHAPTER 3

A little over an hour later, the group arrived at the beach after a very long drive. Suzanne took them to Black's Beach, far to the south in San Diego County. The others didn't know it, but it was a nude beach. Amy joined Alan, Suzanne, and Susan, but Katherine did not. 

Katherine very much wanted to, but Susan wouldn't allow it. 

Susan pointed out that Katherine was also grounded, and since her offenses were much more serious than Alan's, her grounding would be adhered to more rigorously. In actual fact, there was a bad double standard at work. Susan was simply so hungry for her son's cum that she was incapable of punishing him for any length of time, and she also didn't want the competition from her even more eager daughter.

Suzanne drove the whole way. She parked the car in a parking lot that was on top of a two-hundred-foot cliff from the beach. 

As they gathered their things to walk down a steep and winding path, a male surfer-type walked up to them and said to Alan, "Whoa, dude, one guy with three total babes? Are you lucky or what! What is this, some kind of photo shoot or something?"

Alan reflexively replied, "Yeah. Yes it is. It's a photo shoot." He leisurely put an arm around Susan's shoulder possessively, to make it clear that these women were with him and him alone. 

Susan, while surprised at the move, didn't say a thing or discourage it. As a matter of fact, she rather enjoyed the way her son had suddenly gotten so territorial about his women in the presence of another man.

"Wow!" The surfer answered, completely believing it. The three women were all so sexy and gorgeous that it was no wonder he swallowed the story without any doubts."Right on! What kind of magazine? Can I watch?"

"No, you can't watch. And it's, uh, the magazine hasn't been decided yet. Probably Maxim or something like that." He did have a nice camera, so he purposely took it out to bolster his story.

"Rad, man. No way." The surfer then asked, "So who is going to be on the cover?" He looked from one of women to the next trying to determine who was best-looking.

"Who do you think?" Susan surprisingly replied. She wiggled her body back and forth in her red bikini, as her body language tried to shout: "Pick me! Pick me!" 

Alan looked over at Susan and was stunned by the way her tits swayed from side to side as the golden sun beamed down upon her fair skin and the sight of the ocean off the edge of the cliff far below them. His breath caught in his throat.

"I don't know, lady," the surfer uncertainly replied. "I would totally say you, you're just about the hottest babe I've ever seen on this beach, and that's no lie. But then I look at this woman, and then this one..." His eyes jumped from one female to the next, each of whom mugged for him seductively.

It occurred to Alan that all three of women were shamelessly preening and posing, eagerly wanting to be the one chosen. It further occurred to him just how competitive his mother could be. That was very unusual - she was so shy around strangers, but in an attempt to be picked she moved her body like a practiced stripper and thrust out her hip to each side as she made bedroom eyes at the surfer.

A few more seconds passed and it became clear the surfer was unlikely to make a choice any time soon. "Don't make me choose!" he said in honest exasperation. 

"Diplomatic answer," Alan laughed. "We've gotta run." He wrapped his arm around Susan's shoulder again and dragged her off, even while she continued to mug and pose.

The surfer gave Alan two thumbs up with his hands. "Excellent! Good luck. And whoa!" He whistled appreciatively at the three women and then walked off. 

Alan was extremely glad that the stranger didn't pick one of the women, because he always tried his best not to verbally play favorites. If one of the women had been picked, it would have caused all kinds of damage control problems for Alan.

There was a lot of joking as the group walked down to the beach. The women were all very flattered to have been so easily taken for fashion models. They'd been called beautiful and many things besides, individually or together, but they'd always shown themselves off as suburban family types. Whereas now they were dressed to kill, so it was very believable that they were models. For instance, Suzanne was still dressed in her Matrix-like black leather outfit (in total defiance of the hot weather), and Susan also looked cool behind her dark glasses and flashy red bikini. Amy maintained more of the girl-next-door look, but that was sexy in its own way, especially given how revealing her dark blue bikini was.

When they made it down to the beach, Suzanne was surprised that it wasn't as empty as she'd hoped it would be. The beach was mostly empty, but not totally empty. They couldn't find any spot completely free from sight of anyone else. They picked a stretch of sand that had two men, naked, about three hundred feet away in one direction, and a family, partially naked, about two hundred feet away in the other direction.

Susan immediately commented on their neighbors and their nakedness. "Suzanne, you said we'd be completely alone. And why are those guys without any clothing? It's outrageous. This is a public beach!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes behind her glasses as she stripped off her black leather. She had a bathing suit under that, but she planned to take that off, too. "Susan, don't tell me you don't know about nude beaches. This is a public NUDE beach. Don't worry about those two guys looking at you. I'll bet you a million bucks they're gay. Half the people on these kinds of beaches are gay men." 

She pointed down the beach. "That family on the other side is probably European. You just have a grandma, mother, and kids there anyway. So, really, we're pretty private. And I'm sorry it's not completely empty. That's how it was when I was here once before. But I guess since it's such a brilliant, lovely day, even though it's November, and the fact it's the weekend, put a few more people here. We'll live. And not to put too fine a point on it, but have you considered what they might think of US being here? If they have the courage to stick around, why can't we?"

"Suzanne, you tricked me. I don't mind being naked in front of family, but in front of strangers is something else! My body is for my son's eyes only. Period!" 

Suzanne pointed out, "You were just putting on a show for that guy up by the parking lot. So what's the difference?" 

"First of all, I was hardly 'putting on a show'. I can't help it if he admired my body. But that's totally different when I'm wearing a bikini. Tiger completely owns my breasts, so only he gets to see all of them." 

Suzanne said, "Relax, Susan. The waves are pretty flat which means we don't have to contend with the surfers today. So really, the only other men around are gay men, and what difference does it make if they see you? Plus, we'll sit way back here near the cliff so anyone walking along the beach is going to be 100 feet away from us at the least. And you can see them coming from a ways off and cover up." 

Amy said, "Well, I don't know about everyone else, but I LOVE it! Nude beaches totally rock! And Susan, think of the bright side. You won't be the only naked one here. Alan'll be naked too." 

Suzanne picked up on that, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she goaded, "You know, he's gonna be horny and hard, watching all of us lathering each other in suntan oil. His big stiffy is going to be bouncing all over the place in need of motherly attention." 

That got Susan. "Well, I don't know... I'm not happy about that this. Not happy at all." She bitched a little bit more, but it wasn't as if she was ready to go home. 

Alan took a moment to survey the pleasant scene. Susan sat up on a towel on one side of him while Amy and Suzanne were on the other side. Suzanne was still changing out of her clothes, since she had so much clothing to take off and had gotten caught up in the argument with Susan. 

Amy, by contrast, was already nude as the day she was born. It had taken her mere seconds to take of her clothes and lie face down on her towel. 

She looked back up towards Alan and flashed him her usual winning smile. Of the four of them, Alan had fully expected Amy to disrobe first. He was amused to see that he'd been right.

"How you doin', Amy? You likin' the beach?" Alan asked her with a grin. Meanwhile he slipped off his own bathing suit, revealing his erection. He didn't care much if other people saw him; he'd gotten used to being naked recently. He saw, off in the distance, a small flock of seagulls swoop and glide gracefully in the pleasant beach wind. Between the beautiful beach atmosphere, lovely company, and the pleasant erotic buzz he was feeling, he felt very good. 

"I love it! Wow! It's super duper cool. A nude beach! That's the bestest idea, like, ever!" The look of glee and excitement on Amy's face made her appear even younger than she actually was, which also made her seem even more beautiful. "Wouldn't it be cool if ALL beaches were nude beaches? And not just beaches, but everything! Nude shopping centers!"

Alan smiled approvingly. That's so Amy. She's naturally all over nude beaches like white on rice. I don't know where her love of nudity comes from, but it seems to be infectious. Heck, my package is hanging out all over and I'm not minding it at all. I don't even care if those gay guys over there see. It's not like I'll ever talk to them or see them again, and Suzanne says they're not gonna get that close. 

And Amy. Look at her. She looks so good like this. Just one look at her cheery smile gets me hard, not to mention her cute, round, naked butt. That's a damn fine butt. Or Suzanne - turn this way, Aunt Suzy. Yes! Turn around some more, you giant pale goddess. Awesome. What a great-mother daughter combination!

With his penis sticking out like a flagpole, Alan casually asked Amy, "You ever been to a nude beach before?"

"Are you kidding me? Certain people" - she rolled her eyes, both to express her frustration and to motion towards Suzanne - "never let me. She doesn't even let me run around naked in the house!" Amy made this sound like she was practically the only teenager in town who didn't live completely naked in her home. 

She turned towards her mother. "Thanks so much for allowing me to come, Mom. I feel like one of the gang."

Suzanne smiled benignly at her daughter as she straightened out her towel and lay down on it. "Sure thing, Honey Pie. I guess maybe I'm too protective sometimes. But it's hard for me to see you turn into an adult. I still think of you as my little baby."

Alan looked in the other direction, towards his mother. She was wearing prescription sunglasses and a very skimpy red bikini. The sight of the dark fabric against her light skin with the ocean in the background was breathtaking. It seemed completely improbable that someone so beautiful, such obvious centerfold material could be the mother to a teenager. But it occurred to Alan that it could get even better.

He said, "Mom, we're at a nude beach. Suzanne, Amy, and I, we're naked. Can you guess what I'm hinting at?"

"Oh, but Tiger, I can't! Being naked at home is one thing, but out here..." She scooted closer to him and then sat up on her heels in a dramatic cheesecake pose, with her hands behind her head."Isn't this good enough? Don't you think I'm good looking like this?"

Alan gasped. His mother looked like some supermodel photograph in a magazine come to life. He had a nearly overwhelming desire to push her backwards down into the sand and roughly fuck her then and there. But of course he couldn't, especially not in the middle of the beach.

He tried to hide his approval, and managed to eke out, "That's nice, Mom, but it IS a nude beach, after all." It occurred to him that he could use her own favorite phrase against her. "It would be rude to stay clothed. It actually would be SO IMPROPER to stay clothed." He couldn't help but grin at that. He could hear Amy and Suzanne giggle behind him too.

Susan grinned too, despite her consternation. "Very cute. Let me think about it, okay?" She thought back to her behavior with the surfer, just moments earlier. It was one thing to preen a little to be chosen as the most beautiful. It was quite another for her to actually get naked in front of any other males, even if they were probably gay. She really had a big issue with that. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 20



After more teasing, Susan finally broke down and undid her bikini top, but only to lie face down on her towel. That was a big step for her when it came to being out in public, and the others were content to let her be for a while after that.

Everyone put on waterproof suntan lotion simultaneously. Though the idea of Alan putting on the lotion was a popular one, Susan wouldn't allow it. And, as Suzanne wryly noted, if Alan did that they probably never would have made it past applying lotion by the time they had to leave.

In fact, they didn't have much time. They'd had a very late start to the beach, it was a long drive there and back, and the days had gotten short with the season, so as soon as the lotion had been applied, they all ran into the ocean to swim. 

Alan could hardly believe his luck to swim in the ocean with three incredible women, two of them totally nude (Susan had put her bikini top back on for swimming). 

They all tried body surfing for a while, but the waves were disappointingly small. Still, it was a lot of fun. 

Afterwards, Suzanne said she wanted to take a walk with Alan. Again, she was scheming to get him alone. 

But Susan wouldn't have it. "Alan is still grounded," she pointed out. "I'd better come with you."

Suzanne noted, "I was planning on going that way." She pointed down the beach. "Ten minutes down that way, the nude beach fades out and it becomes a public beach. A very crowded one called La Jolla Shores. Are you sure you want to go down there? Dressed like that?"

Susan looked down at her skimpy bikini and reflexively put her hands over her chest. "No. I'd be so shy. ... But I'm not leaving you alone with him! You're always full of mischief. Take Amy, too."

Inwardly Suzanne groaned, but outwardly she acted unconcerned. In reality, Amy was a serious restraint on her plans. She'd been hoping to find a private spot behind some rocks and before the public part of the beach, and really have some fun with Alan.

CHAPTER 4

Suzanne, Amy, and Alan had a nice walk, though it was nothing compared to what Suzanne wanted. Suzanne carried their bathing suits.

Amy was so excited that she ran off ahead of them, totally naked. It was a very amusing and arousing sight for Alan to see, as Amy ran this way and that like an excited little child at the zoo. She just gloried in being allowed to be naked in a public, outdoors setting for the first time since she was a baby. Her tits bounced around wildly. 

Alan had never seen anything like it. He seriously wondered if she could hit herself in the face with a tit.

Amy didn't mind that they passed a few other people, because those people were also naked (and most of them gay men, Alan guessed). After a couple of minutes, however, she ran up to Alan and Suzanne all out of breath and huffed, "There's lots more people up ahead! Mom, Alan, I'm worried people will see you. You'd better get changed."

Suzanne handed Amy her bikini, which she'd carried with her. "Here. You put this on, too."

"Oh yeah," Amy pouted. "Me too. Bummer. Do we have to go that way?"

They put on their bathing suits and continued on the walk. The walk through the popular beach was quite an ego-trip for Alan. Amy and Suzanne walked hand in hand on both sides of him. Nearly everything sexual that had happened to him had happened in private, so this was his first time to be seen in public with his new sexual persona. His chest swelled with pride.

Soon the beach was so crowded they were threading their way through people coming and going. 

Nearly everyone, even other females, did a double-take when they saw Suzanne and Amy. It was remarkable enough that they were such knockouts, but the fact that they both acted like they belonged to the same guy was even more surprising. 

Alan felt like he had walked into the Academy Award ceremony down a red carpet, with two movie starlets on either side of him. 

The two women basked in the attention, too.

The three of them generally walked in silence, but Alan finally spoke and asked Suzanne, "You seem to be enjoying yourself today. Why is it that you never go to the beach? Heck, you never even swim in the pool. Not our pool, certainly, but I doubt even your own pool."

Suzanne thought and then looked down at her ghostly-white arms. "I guess it's because of my skin. Being so pale, I've always avoided the sun. So I'm just not a beach gal. But in recent days I've learned that if I cover up from head to toe really thoroughly, it's not so bad. Look - I may even be getting a tan." 

Suzanne pulled at her bikini top to show more of one of her tits than was already exposed and pretended to show off a tan line. But it was a joke because there wasn't any tan line at all on her ivory skin. She pulled the bikini so far from her skin that Alan could see the entirety of one of her nipples. He was surprised she'd do that with so many men staring. It got some loud whistles.

Alan replied gamely, "Sounds like what you need are some strong hands that will completely cover you..."

"With suntan lotion," Amy completed the sentence he had purposely left hanging.

"I was thinking of some other kind of whitish cream, but that would work as well," he answered jokingly.

Suzanne ribbed him, but added, "Maybe someday soon you can cover me with both."

They continued onward and swept up attention from everyone as if they were royalty. Alan thought to himself, You know what's amazing? There are a lot of gorgeous women on the beach, but none of them are as good-looking as the two I'm with right now. Not even close. And the killer is that both of these women are MY women. They're both totally after me, and not anyone else. I could probably do whatever I wanted to them. 

Well, within legal limits, anyway. For instance, I could just put my hand on Amy's butt, even though we're a public spectacle. Hell, why don't I?

Alan did so. First he switched from hand-holding to an embrace with both females and then he slid his hand down Amy's back to her butt, even as they continued to walk. When he found no resistance, he put his hand underneath her bikini and explored her ass crack with his fingers.

Awesome! he thought. That's what I'm talking about. Yes! With Amy, I could probably fuck her right on this crowded stretch of beach, and she'd just go, 'M'kay!' Katherine said lay off of Amy but I don't know how long I can stand it. She's just so agreeable and sexy. Next time I see this girl alone, I swear to God, I just might go all the way. I have a feeling she could really get into sex. 

And as for Suzanne, talk about fucking lucky; I have no idea what I did to deserve it, but she's totally into me. I'm going to do the same with her and see what she does. 

He slid his hand down Suzanne's back and into her bikini as well. Just as with Amy, Alan couldn't even see any change in facial expression as he turned his head from side to side to look at their faces. They only wore big, contented smiles.

Alan wanted to test just how far he could go. So after another minute passed, he slowly stuck an exploratory finger right up Amy's anus. 

Amy's eyes flew open and her mouth opened as if she said "Ooooh!" but she didn't say a word. She didn't even break stride as they walked on. The only change was that her smile grew wider and her stride changed to more of a saunter. 

Then he did the same to Suzanne, and laughed inwardly as her smiled also grew, so much so that her facial expression nearly perfectly matched Amy's. The way she walked also changed to match Amy's saunter. 

Like mother, like daughter, he thought bemusedly. I guess they really are alike in some ways. 

There was one important difference between them, however. Exploring further, he found that he could only get his middle finger into Amy's very small hole, but managed to fit his middle and ring fingers into Suzanne's more accommodating anus. All this experimenting created a great deal of pained yet delighted gasping from both females as they repeatedly clenched and relaxed their grip on his fingers. 

Suzanne mumbled while barely moving her lips, "You cheeky bastard." 

"Do you want me to stop?" 

"Did I say that?" Actually, Suzanne was very pleased. She was trying to get Alan to act more aggressively, and here he was. She didn't want to discourage that in any way. She was embarrassed, true, but also surprisingly aroused. 

Somehow Alan continued to walk and probe two assholes at the same time. He found the subtle interplay of their ass muscles as they strolled along to be very arousing. It was fun watching them try not to squirm. He very much wanted to see the expressions of people behind him who could see what he was doing with their asses, but he couldn't see in that direction.

Suddenly a strange voice said, "Alan? ... Alan Plummer?"

Alan looked around and saw a face looking at him expectantly. At first he was confused, but then he placed it. "Darryl?"

The teenager who waded in the surf in front of them turned out to be an old friend of Alan's. But then Darryl had moved away and changed schools, so they'd lost contact. 

Alan stopped and chatted and introduced his two sexy companions. But something possessed him not to take his hands off either Suzanne or Amy's ass, not even to shake hands. (Besides, he thought it would be rude to pull his finger out of an asshole to shake hands anyway.) 

In fact, as Alan casually talked with Darryl, he continued to saw in and out of both their hotly clutching assholes with his fingers. It seemed to him that all his sexual fun took place inside and in private, but here was a rare chance for him to publicly "mark his territory" and hopefully not have it come back and haunt them. 

Meanwhile, Alan's attentions to Amy and Suzanne's asses plus the idea of being watched by so many people had gotten to both of them. They started to squirm as if they both had to pee incredibly badly.

Suzanne thought, What the heck is with me? I'm supposed to be one in charge here, but Alan is treating me like some kind of bimbo. And I'm loving it! My god, if only a couple of his fingers feels this good, what would it feel like to have his big throbbing cock stuffed up my ass? 

Shit! Now my face is all flushed and I'm probably leaking all down my thighs. My whole body is probably visibly trembling. Alan's friend must certainly know what's going on, not to mention the countless people standing behind me. This Darryl guy must be able to see the glistening juices running out of my pussy and down my thighs. Probably the same on Amy, too. Fuck! This is wild! 

Alan's treating me like I'm some kind of "ho". It would be embarrassing enough if it was just me, but I'm letting him do the same to my daughter! From the look on her face and the way she's squirming her hips, Amy may even be getting off on this even more than I am. It's like he's the pimp and we're just a couple of his ho's, not even worth introducing to his friend here. 

This is so naughty and un-PC! I've always been the one in the driver's seat with my other lovers. If this were anyone else, I'd slap the guy upside the head. But this is just too much fun to stop. Especially seeing how the timid and nerdy Alan is blossoming into a total Don Juan. Wow! What have I created?

Amy, if anything, did love what was happening even more than her mother. Having always been behind the pace of the other women in terms of the sexual acts they'd shared with Alan, this caused her heart to pound much more than it did for Suzanne. 

When Amy got horny she loved to get naked, and right then she had a nearly overwhelming desire to rip her bikini off. She imagined falling to the sand in the buff, then having Alan pounce on her and fuck her silly, with crowds of beach goers watching. Had Suzanne gotten naked and joined in their sandy beach romp, so much the better. But she restrained herself, even as she helplessly writhed more and more on Alan's invasive digit, the longer they stood there talking to Darryl.

Alan was enjoying the moment too. But he saw it in a different way, and mostly thought it was a great lark. However, out of nowhere his experience at Baskin Robbins with Heather torturing him in public came to mind. He recalled how painful that experience was to him, and feared that he might be making Suzanne and/or Amy feel the same way he'd felt back then. He had no idea how horny this made the mother and daughter though. So he broke off his conversation with Darryl and said his good-byes. 

Then the three of them turned around and headed back to Susan.

Now Alan could see the faces of all the people, male and female, who had clearly seen what his hands had been up to. There were a lot of thumbs ups and approving whistles from the men. Some of the women even made approving signs to Suzanne and Amy. 

He thought, That was a really close call with Darryl. Lucky he moved to San Diego and goes to a completely different school. Of course it makes sense since we're at a far off beach, but there was a chance, IS a chance, that I could run into someone from my own school. How the heck would I explain walking with these two, especially if some school mate saw where my hands were? A lot of them know who Suzanne is from seeing her at the open house nights and such, since she's so good looking. Or what if Glory happened to be surfing out here today? Whoa. She DOES go to far off beaches to avoid her students. I need to be smart!

He pulled his hands completely away from both their asses as this idea of being seen sank in. 

Amy audibly griped, "Awww..." 

He was suddenly feeling bad, and said, "I'm sorry, you two. Did you mind, you know, what I was doing with my hands?"

Suzanne mumbled out of the corner of her mouth so other people nearby couldn't hear, "Do I mind? Let's see if this answers that question." She grabbed his wrist and put his hand back on her ass, then slid it back inside her bikini again. 

Amy laughed agreeably upon seeing that. She playfully grabbed his other hand and slid it back onto her ass under her bikini bottom too, saying, "I only minded when you stopped!" 

So he figured, To Hell with being smart. I'm too horny! God, people must be staring at my painful erection throbbing hard against my suit and my hands are occupied so I can't even adjust it. It's liable to pop right out at any moment and then we'll really a sight! He continued what he was doing with their tempting asses. 

He said under his breath, "Dammit, when we get back to where it's safe, I'm gonna need the biggest blowjob of my life. I'm probably gonna last two seconds before I blow." 

Amy replied none too quietly, "Oooh! Shotgun! I get to blow him first!" 

Suzanne said like a chiding mother, "No Honey Pie, shotgun only counts for getting the front seat in a car; it doesn't count for cocksucking our Sweetie here. And what about Susan? Shouldn't she get a fair chance?" 

Amy replied, "Hey, you snooze you loose!" 

"Hey, yourself, Honey Pie. Besides, didn't I just tell you today that you're not allowed to blow him, period? Handjobs only for you. I don't want you to get too sexually wild. You have my genes which means you could love sex far too much." 

Amy shot back with, "Don't I get a say in this? Most girls my age have had sex already. Besides, I called shotgun." 

The two of them continued to argue who should get to blow him, which only made it more difficult for Alan to walk with his stiff erection. Meanwhile, the crowds thinned out as they continued north. Finally, they asked him what he thought. 

He didn't want to play favorites. So he just quipped as he gave both of their ass cheeks an extra firm squeeze, "What do I think? I think you're both being very cheeky." 

That elicited groans for the word play combined with groans of arousal for the squeezing. 

Then he said, "You want to know what I really think? I think it's crazy that we're walking literally in front of hundreds of people. And everyone is staring at my hands. I'll bet they can see the way my fingers are moving. Well, some of them, anyway." 

Suzanne suddenly complained, Shut up! If you say one more thing, I'm gonna fall to the ground and explode with the most powerful orgasm ever! I can barely hold on as it is!" 

So Alan stayed quiet. But he played with their ass cracks most of the way back, keeping both Amy and Suzanne right on the edge of a great climax the entire time.

They returned to the lonely Susan about half an hour after they left. As soon as they crossed the line they guessed marked the start of the nude beach, the two women took off their bikini tops again. 

Alan still had his hands in their butts. 

Suzanne said, in the voice of a complaint but with the intention of a command, "I suppose you're going to have to shamelessly play with our tits now, Mr. Pimp."

"It's a bit hard when we're all walking," he pointed out. Inwardly, he wondered, "Mr. Pimp?" What's that all about?

"I'm sure you'll manage," she replied. She grabbed his wrist from near her ass and guided his hand to her chest as she thought, And to think, we might even have been fucking behind those rocks over there if Amy didn't have to come along on this walk. It's so fucking frustrating! I just need a few hours with him alone. 

God DAMN this stupid grounding of his and Susan keeping him on a short leash - I thought today would be my one big chance. But it hurts so good to have the anticipation build up. When I finally fuck him, he's gonna know what it means to be truly and profoundly fucked by a woman who really knows what she's doing. Watch out, big boy. You don't even know what's coming. And I am just going to positively die of joy as he pummels me with that marvelous cock. My Sweetie!

Alan asked Suzanne, "Isn't there some kind of public indecency law we're violating or something? I mean, I've got my entire finger up Amy's ass as she's squeezing it to death and I'm shamelessly playing with your tits at the same time. That has to be against the law, right?" 

"Probably," Suzanne conceded. "But I'm so hot that I don't give a flying fuck! ... Pardon my language, Amy." 

"That's cool, Mom. But I totally know what you mean. Can we stop soon? Cos I really have to cum pretty badly." 

"Just a little further, Honey Pie." 

A little bit further on when they were firmly back in nude beach territory, all three took off the rest of their clothes. They stole off to a secluded spot behind some rocks and both Amy and Suzanne had their big climaxes from Alan's continued probing. In fact, both of them got off even before they made it all the way to complete privacy. 

But the fun didn't end or even slow down. Both Amy and Suzanne were still nearly frantically charged up with desire. However, they hurried on since they had promised Susan that they wouldn't be gone for long. 

Alan played with both sets of tits as he walked. His ego surged even more, despite the fact the beach was nearly deserted now that they were fully in the nude section. 

Suzanne threw caution to the wind and held him by his erection, which she repeatedly squeezed, so they were nearly a walking orgy as they continued down the beach and passed the occasional stranger. 

They all let go of each other's privates when they got within sight of Susan, but they were nonetheless quite a sight to see when they returned. 

CHAPTER 5

Susan stewed a bit while she waited. She felt like she had missed out and fallen behind because of her fear of being seen naked by others. She also was a bit frightened of being left on a nude beach all alone. But luckily, while the others had gone, the two men who sat closest to them left. As it was starting to get late and the sun was sinking, she was left without anyone else in sight. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 20



Susan kept her top on after Alan had left, but when the other three returned she was hit by a wave of sexual energy that they brought with them. Even before Suzanne came to a halt in front of her she said, "Susan, you're taking that top off now, and that's final." 

Susan tried to change the topic. "How was your walk?" 

"Incredible! But that's besides the point. Alan, are you with me here? Don't you have the power to decide what your mother wears? Or in this case, doesn't wear?" 

"That's right, Mom. I'm afraid you've got to take your top off. And no covering up with your arms or by lying own, either." 

"Oh, poo!" 

Deep down, Susan loved it when Alan ordered her to do things, so she took her top off. Suzanne, Alan, and Amy were still completely nude, so she was still a bit behind, but for her, actually exposing her chest in a public place was a major concession. She nonetheless kept her hands over her chest as much as the others would let her.

Now that they were all completely nude, or nearly so, Suzanne said, "Sweetie, I know you're pretty worked up after that walk and seeing so many lovely ladies on the beach. It's time to decide who gets the cocksucking honors, don't you think?" 

Suzanne was the pot calling the kettle black, since Alan had gotten her and Amy very worked up and he damn well knew it. The mother and daughter were still dripping-wet with excitement, despite their orgasms, while he was hard but not especially so. His erection had gone down a bit simply from being up for such a long time. 

Still, he appreciated the offer and said, "You know it, Aunt Suzy. I'm all over that idea. I know it's risky, but if I don't blow soon, I'm gonna die."

"Susan? You want to do the honors?" Suzanne asked. While Suzanne would have preferred to do it herself, she saw this as an opportunity to further break down some of Susan's barriers.

Susan looked to Suzanne in horror. "Me? No way. I could never do that in public. You do it! Amy and I will guard you."

Seeing the strength of Susan's resistance, Suzanne acquiesced to that. She sat on top of Alan's leg and jacked him off while Susan and Amy sat on either side and tried to block the view from any onlookers (there were none anyway). Both Susan and especially Amy were more intent to watch instead of stay on the look-out for strangers. They practically salivated over what Suzanne did. 

Susan muttered things like, "Isn't this illegal? The things we have to do sometimes for your medical treatment." 

That caused Alan to think, Oh yeah. My medical treatment. It's so hilarious. I've almost forgotten about that completely and gotten into the six times a day thing as an end in and of itself. Let's see. Is my energy level any better lately? Hmmm. Not really. But then, who the fuck cares? It's not like I'm gonna ever want to stop, even though all this attention is slowly killing me. If I'm going to die, this is the ultimate way to go. 

Suzanne could feel his balls tighten up, but she pretended that she didn't know he was about to cum and he followed her lead and didn't say anything either. Cum simply started to fly up in the air and headed from where he lay up in a big arc down towards Suzanne's chest. Her big rack was an easy target to hit, but she expertly aimed his penis and made sure that some got in her face as well. By the time he was done there were bits of cum all over her and even some on his thighs and the towel beneath him.

Suzanne would have preferred to swallow it all, but she wanted to push Susan a bit further yet again. She knew the sight of Alan's flying cum would reduce Susan to a quivering mass of horny nerves. 

Sure enough, Susan stared at all the splattering like her eyes would pop out of her head. Her stiff nipples showed just how horny she was.

Suzanne asked Alan, "How did you like that, Sweetie?"

"It was great. As usual. Thanks a ton, Aunt Suzy. I think doing it in public makes it sooo much more exciting. Even if no one is watching, here we are in the wide world underneath the sun and the clouds. I don't like taking risks, but this is all the fun without any real danger."

"I'm with you. It is a kick. But now we have this big mess." Suzanne started to scoop up some gobs and licked them into her mouth. "Susan, would you like to help me clean up here?"

"Me? Uh, no. I really shouldn't. ... Well, if you insist." Susan leaned over and down. 

Suzanne inwardly cackled with glee. She felt Susan's hands on her tits as she swept up gobs of cum and ate them. 

"You know, we really should stop this," Susan said halfheartedly even as she gloried in rolling the cum around the insides of her mouth.

Amy also reached over and scooped up some cum. Suzanne didn't notice at first because her eyes were closed, but then she realized there were too many hands on her. She opened her eyes, sat up, and barked, "Amy, what do you think you're doing?"

Amy swallowed another big gob. "Can't I help too? It's so yummy."

"No." Suzanne lay back down while Susan continued to feast on her and ignored the minor dispute. "Honey Pie, what am I going to do with you? You're too pure and precious to me."

"Oh, Mom, that's not fair." Amy got up and stomped off. She was peeved. That was a very rare emotion for her. 

Susan and Suzanne continued their cum feast. Suzanne hoped that Susan would get bold enough to lick the cum straight off of her tits, but apparently fear of being seen held her back from doing that. Alan just lay back on his towel and enjoyed the sight, though he stayed flaccid.

There wasn't a tremendous amount of cum, but the two of them took their time to enjoy it and savored every gob. After a couple of minutes, Suzanne said to Alan, "Sweetie, could you get up and help me for a minute?"

Alan was already right next to them, but he sat up and said, "Sure, what is it?"

Suzanne sat up on her heels and then stretched backwards so her crotch was on prominent display between her bent knees. "Susan, do you realize we've been forgetting our manners? Here we are, eating a nice little snack, and we haven't offered Alan anything. How 'bout it, Tiger? See anything you'd like to eat?" She pulled her pussy lips open and allowed Alan a glimpse into her hidden depths.

Alan was a bit chicken at going down on a woman and with such a hairy bush like Suzanne had, so he wasn't sure. It further occurred to him that the last time he was alone with Suzanne, she'd promised that he could play with her pussy. But he could scarcely believe the next opportunity would be like this, with a compliant Susan resting her arms on one of Suzanne's thighs. 

Then something Suzanne said occurred to him, and he said, "Hey. You called me Tiger, Susan's nickname for me. That's confusing me."

"I did, didn't I? That's okay. I get confused myself. You have two tall, naked, big-titted mommies to service your every sexual whim. It's easy to confuse us when we're both so sexy and hot for cock."

That was a nonsensical explanation as to why Suzanne said "Tiger," but it worked for Alan's libido, which was her purpose. His face drew closer to the gaping pussy.

Susan was busy wiping the remains of Alan's cum spray off of Suzanne's stomach, but she paused long enough to interrupt with an objection. "Suzanne, we're in a public place! I refuse to allow such a lewd display. There's no one around at the moment, but if anyone saw us, why, why... I don't know what."

Suzanne laughed heartily. "I do. If anyone saw us, they'd get quite horny, that's what."

Alan took Susan's objection as an excuse to decline, sort of. "Suzanne, since Mom doesn't want me to do that, how about if I finger you instead?"

"Works for me!" Suzanne said as she leaned all the way back for him. "Now that the children are gone" - this was a reference to Amy - "let the adults play some nice adult games." Suzanne thought she was joking with the "children" reference but it really was more a commentary on her failure to realize Amy was turning into a woman. 

Alan stuck two fingers into Suzanne's dripping and still-open pussy hole before Susan could further object. He distracted his mother further and said, "Mom, there's lots of cum in this general area." He waved his hand over Suzanne's crotch and thighs. "It would turn me on to see you clean it up."

So Susan searched for and eventually found each and every cum gob below Suzanne's belly button. 

Alan and Suzanne were both disappointed that she didn't use her tongue to lick it up, but it was an inspirational sight, just the same. 

She stared intently as Alan's fingers plunged in and out of Suzanne's pussy. Drool actually fell out of her mouth without her noticing. Her pussy shook and trembled with excitement as she imagined that it was her own pussy getting violated by her son's fingers.

The situation was all too much for Suzanne. It was like her grand Plummer orgy scheme had already come true. The thought of Alan fucking her while Susan licked at her clit pushed her over the edge. She started to cum, and once she started she just couldn't stop. She came again and again. Her legs twitched and thrashed, but that didn't stop Alan's fingers, nor did Susan stop with her cum hunt. 

Amy came back not long after Suzanne's massive climaxes began. She sat next to Alan and watched her mother writhe. 

When Suzanne first noticed Amy, she was horrified, but she was too far gone at that point to even say anything. As she continued to buckle, she realized the fact that Amy was watching made her even hotter.

Suzanne thought, It's like we're all non-stop sex machines! Toys for my and Alan's amusement. It's amazing how much sex the rich, beautiful, and idle can have once they put their minds to it, heh-heh. The only thing holding us back is the thin veneer of restraint Susan still has, and that's falling down by the hour. Plus, this whole thing with Amy is killing me. As a responsible mother I really need to keep her out of all this. But as a lust-crazed woman I totally want to do her myself! That is so wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong! Did I just say that? I can't even think about it. I'm NOT thinking about it. She's my daughter; that's real incest. No! No, no, no, no, no.... 

She tuned Amy out and thought about Susan and Alan and all the wonderful things the three of them could do together.

Susan also thought about how wrong this all was. But she was helpless to stop her own actions, so she struggled to justify them. We all know Alan's cum is very precious. It can't be wasted for any reason. It ultimately belongs in a mouth or pussy; that's just a fact. Amy can't eat it off of her own mother, so it's up to me. That's all there is to it. 

There's nothing wrong going on here. I'm just enjoying a yummy little beach sperm snack. I am NOT going to lick my way all down Suzanne's stomach, exploring her belly button with my tongue, lapping up my son's cum along the way. If I start licking, I just might find my mouth down there right next to Alan's plunging fingers. Soon I'd be lapping up her love juices he's so copiously creating, straight from her quivering hole. No! I have willpower. That's a totally different thing from just enjoying some of his cum. That's a lesbian thing! I am NOT going to do that!

Once Susan ran out of cum gobs on Suzanne's skin, she didn't stop. She kept searching for more, which meant she ran her hands all over Suzanne. She openly cupped and hefted Suzanne's tits, mentally comparing their size with her own. But she didn't realize that she was doing something sexual. She still thought she was just being very thorough in her cum search. 

There was a lot of panting and moaning all around. But somehow Alan still didn't get hard, perhaps because his penis was still weary from the orgasm-athon the day before. He would have liked to order Amy to service his penis, but his penis didn't feel up to it at the moment. Plus, he was content to just give pleasure to Suzanne.

Suzanne realized she might be able to go on for a very long time with Alan, Amy, and Susan all focusing on her, but her body could only handle so much. She eventually had to cry uncle. They all flopped back down on their towels, completely drained. 

But Suzanne did have the energy to say to Susan, "So, I'm beginning to think this beach trip idea of mine was a pretty good one. What do you think?" She laughed with pure delight and the others all laughed along. 

Suzanne thought, I never knew I could feel this happy. I'm a friggin' genius. Who says crime doesn't pay? Not that what I did was a crime, just a little bit of necessary and harmless duplicity. My six times a day scheme was the most brilliant thing I ever did, hands down!

CHAPTER 6

It was past four and nightfall came early this time of year. It was getting a bit darker and a bit colder, but everyone was having too much fun to leave. 

After a while, Alan and Suzanne ended up back in the surf. They splashed in the waves while Susan and Amy remained on the beach. Since the waves were small to nonexistent, they had a good chance to talk as they played and swam. 

At one point Suzanne idly made the comment, "I love you when you're naked outside like this." 

That got Alan to think very seriously. He said to her in a contemplative voice, "You know, it's funny. I mean, you're practically like family. I even call you 'aunt' a lot. But you've always officially been Mom's best friend from next door, and not officially family, and so there's been this formality. Especially with the way Mom was, you know, how she was so proper and formal. She's still kind of that way, even though she's loosening up with her body." 

He continued more earnestly, "But anyway, even now, you or I can say 'I love you when you're naked,' but not just 'I love you.' But that's what I want to say: I love you. Because I really do love you. And I don't just mean physically. I mean, sure, you're a total busty sex bomb, but you're also one of my best friends. In fact, you're, like, one of the most important people to me in the whole wide world. I really mean that. I really, truly love you deeply."

Suzanne normally had a very jaded, sophisticated demeanor, but as Alan went on, she felt herself become weak in the knees, even though she was in the water. She stared at him with an intense longing. When he said, "I love you," she was glad she was nearly neck deep in the water or she would have literally fallen down below the surface. 

Alan, in turn, tried to stare into her eyes during this important emotional moment, but had a hard time from drifting down to her chest. Her boobs were easily visible just under the water, and the way they rose up and seemed to float made them seem even bigger than ever. They looked nearly Brenda-esque in size. 

He thought to himself, When I say I love Suzanne, how much of that is because she's such a sexually insatiable hourglass-shaped Amazon, and how much is it her personality? ... Ah, hell, it's both. But there's nothing wrong with that, is there? Does that make me shallow? I think not. Physical attraction is a key part of any romantic love. It's just that her body is so... out of this world amazing!

She held out until he said "whole wide world," but then she couldn't wait any more. She cried out, "Sweetie!" Then she grabbed him tight and kissed him on the lips.

As the two of them were already completely naked, the kiss naturally developed into an all out and mostly underwater intense grope. 

After a couple of minutes, when they had to pause to catch their breath, Suzanne panted, "Sweetie! I love you! I love you, too. If you only knew how much... What I've done, to get you to... Well, it doesn't matter. The important thing is we have each other. I love you!" 

They kissed some more. Suzanne had almost started to confess her whole six times a day scheme, but then thought better of it. 

Despite the cold water, Suzanne had a hand on Alan's penis and kept it long, hard, and happy. 

Alan similarly found her pussy and put two fingers into it without so much as a second thought. 

As they worked on each other under the waves while remaining in a hug of sorts, Alan said between more kisses, "Don't think I'm saying that just because we've been so physical lately. I felt that way before, and the physical has just added a new dimension to my love for you."

She said, "Stop. You're killing me. This is too much! This is like a dream come true. Sweetie, Alan, my friend, my lover, I love you so much! So very, very much." 

Alan could see tears as they ran down her cheeks. 

She saw him looking at them and pointed out, "These are tears of joy. I don't care if you're half my age. You're the only man I've ever met who I really loved. My husband can go hang - I wish he would if it means I could be with you! Age doesn't matter. And you're such a great lover, too!" 

She pulled herself even closer to him so his penis was right on top of her bush. Her hand was wrapped around his tool already, but she went farther. Using both hands, she pushed his hand down there out of the way, and then pulled his erection between her legs, as if he would dry hump her.

She felt very devilish and decided that Alan deserved something a little more special than just a handjob. She was so overwhelmed with emotion that she wanted to throw caution to the wind. Plus, since their bodies were mostly covered by the ocean water, she felt that now was a perfect moment to take such a bold risk. 

She said in her scratchy voice, "You know, some times, accidents can happen. For instance, what if a big wave came by and sort of bumped you into me? What would we do then?"

There was no big wave, an in fact very few waves at all, but she pulled his penis right into her pussy lips. She kept on going and brought the head of his penis into her vagina.

"Suzanne!" he gasped as his mind boggled and his eyes went wide as saucers. "Are-are-are you sure? I mean, I, well, this is a big step!" He was completely thrown for a loop and didn't know what to do. Even in his mind, he could hardly think at all. Holy fucking mother of God! Suzanne is... My dick... Fuck! ... Her... She, Suzanne... No way! We're fucking!

His heart pounded frantically and trip-hammered in a way that he hadn't experienced for several weeks. He felt he was going to pass out at any moment. 

But Suzanne appeared calm. She smiled wryly and said, "What do you mean? Big step what? I'm just noting that accidents can happen sometimes." 

Ironically, a wave did belatedly arrive. It swept both of them off of their feet, but they hugged each other tighter and remained connected down below. Suzanne pressed herself into him and his penis slid in another two inches. 

Alan's eyes went wide as saucers in awe and amazement.

"B-bu-bu-but, what about Susan?" he asked even as his penis slid in another inch. He looked toward the beach to see if his mother was watching them but he didn't see her. 

Meanwhile, the two of them were floating deeper into the sea as they remained unable to touch the bottom.

"What about me?" asked Susan from a ways off. 

Alan heard Suzanne gasp and knew from that that something was not good. To his horror, he looked past Suzanne and saw that his mother was in the water, only fifty feet from them and quickly closing the distance. Thanks to the sound of the waves, he guessed she hadn't heard anything clearly until he said her name, but she could obviously see something was up. No doubt, from the beach she could see all their intense kissing and that caused her to come closer and investigate.

Alan belatedly tried to answer Susan's question as he attempted to pull out. 

Suzanne turned, saw Susan, and let his erection vacate her hungry vagina. 

"Um, we were just talking about love," he said as Susan came even closer.

"Yes? Love? And?" Susan looked very suspicious. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 20



They maintained their close hug because to completely break away would be even more suspicious.

Alan thought on his feet, even as his feet were scrambling to find a foothold on the ground. His erection continued to rub against Suzanne, making it hard to think. "I was just saying that I loved Suzanne. I told her, 'I love you.' And she was saying that she loved me. So that's why we were hugging and kissing a little. She said she loved me more than anyone in the whole wide world, so I said, 'what about Susan?'"

"That's not fair," Suzanne complained. She played along with what was actually very close to the truth. "You can't compare love between man and woman with love between two women. I meant I love you more than any other man. Of course I love Susan just as much, as a woman." 

Susan came closer and was only ten feet or so away by now. She was a romantic at heart and her suspicions melted away as she heard the talk about love. 

Then Suzanne gushed, "Susan, do you realize? He said he loves me! This is such a special moment in my life. I've never felt like this before!" 

Susan came closer in an attempt to hold Suzanne's hand. It was obvious from Suzanne's face that she had just had a pivotal emotional moment so she wanted to share in it.

Suzanne thought to herself, Oh, my! That was close. That's some good quick thinking, Sweetie. Maybe he has it in him to become as big of a schemer as I am. 

But even though Susan was right there, her fingers found Alan's erection and she grabbed it tightly. She missed the all-too-brief sensation of being filled by his penis and wanted that experience just a little bit more before they had to stop. She even tried to put it back in her hole, despite the reckless danger. She hoped the water would cover everything. 

Alan had a hard time stopping her because he was still struggling to touch the ground (considerate guy that he was, even in his predicament, he didn't want to pull himself down deeper into the water and drag Suzanne down with him because he knew she hated to get her hair wet).

Alan, always careful about favoritism, quickly added, "It's true that I said I love Suzanne. But of course I love you, too, Mom. I love you so much. Loving Suzanne doesn't diminish that at all. No one can come even close to replacing the special place you have in my heart." As he talked he used a hand that was already underwater to fight Suzanne and keep her from putting his penis back in her. He was too flummoxed to realize the irony that he'd been trying very hard to get into that hole, and now he was fighting to keep out.

Susan closed the distance completely now. She decided to hug them both rather than just hold Suzanne's hand. 

Alan managed to reach the ocean bottom just as the three of them hugged. Even though Susan's bikini bottoms were the only stitch of clothing between the three of them, it was a mostly platonic and loving hug. 

"Suzanne. My Tiger. You two are too great! I'm so happy for the both of you," Susan cooed. 

Susan's close presence caused Suzanne to give up her desire to fuck, anyway, so she let go of his penis and allowed motion of the water to force their bodies apart naturally. 

Alan thought to himself as he hugged, Dang. That was too close! Suzanne and I were about to fuck! Fuck! Really and truly fuck. With SUZANNE! We're not just talking some schoolgirl here, this is Suzanne! 

Wow! I mean, technically, I was already in her! And right in front of Mom, no less! I guess Suzanne got carried away with what I said. What if Mom would have come here a couple of minutes later? We would have been going at it with total abandon! I know I would have. Totally fucking wild abandon. Dang. Just one minute later and I could have at least done a little! Shit. 

What'll Suzanne do now? Is she going to step back and regret what we were about to do or can we finish what we started later? Please God, please, let me fuck Suzanne! Soon. Pleeeeeasse!

At the very same time, Suzanne thought, That was dumb. If only I was a little more prudent and made some distance from Susan, we could have gone all the way. What a torturous tease I am, just like when I pretended to be Elle at the costume party. This does not count as our first time. No way. We're still at zero in my book. But I just couldn't hold back after he said he loved me! Screw my scheming. This is so far beyond my scheming or just winning another conquest. This is love! I'm really in love! I haven't felt like this since I was a teenager. I didn't even know a woman my age COULD feel like this!

Meanwhile, as Susan hugged the both of them, she thought, I absolutely love this guy. My very own son! I just love him all up. I don't deserve such a great kid. Of course he loves Suzanne. She's so great; it's only natural. How lucky am I to have her as a best friend? She's always there for me. For us. But things were a little fishy before I butted in. Good thing I came out here because I think Suzanne is getting a little bit carried away. I mean, they are buck naked. And that look in her eyes... Later I'm going to have to talk to Suzanne and make sure she's straight on the boundaries. I don't know about that kind of kissing either, even though I've kind of slid a little in that direction myself sometimes lately...

The three of them ended the hug and waded back to shore. They went back to their towels on the beach. 

Amy still sat there in all her naked glory. She was a bit suspicious about all the hugging and kissing in the ocean in front of her - from her distance it looked like the other three had a mini-orgy out in the water. But she kept her mouth shut.

Alan let his erect penis bounce proudly in front of him as he walked up onto the beach. "Can someone help the swelling go down?" he asked as he sat down next to Amy. "What about you, Amy? Would you like to help out?"

"M'kay!" she said. "That sounds super awesome! Cool!"

Suzanne threw cold water on the idea. "Wait a sec, you two. Honey Pie, I know I said you could help out with your hands earlier, but I don't really feel comfortable with that, out here and everything." 

Amy was crestfallen, and she looked it.

Susan said, "Amy, don't worry. You can have your chance later today. I'll make sure of it. There will be so many chances. Let's give this one to Suzanne. She and Alan had a special moment out there in the ocean, so it's only appropriate. Today just seems to be her day."

Alan thought, Mom, you have no idea how "special." Dang! I cannot believe Suzanne almost fucked me! The thing is, we do love each other. I meant every word, including what I said about you, Mom. And- Shit! Fuck! She isn't wasting time, either! 

Alan responded to the fact that, while he was lost in thought and before he realized what had happened, Suzanne already had her mouth around his penis. 

That took Amy and Susan by surprise, too. They quickly went into position and shielded the blowjob on either side. They knew they could all be in trouble if they got caught performing a sex act out in the open.

Amy couldn't help but pout a bit, however. "Mom, you get all the fun stuff. I want to have a special moment with Alan too!"

Susan responded since Suzanne and Alan were well occupied. "Don't worry, Amy dear. I'm sure you'll have lots of special moments with Alan. Isn't that right, Tiger?"

Alan was so overcome with the pleasure Suzanne's mouth gave him that he could barely answer. "Mmmm hmmm. Yeah. ... Definitely."

"Just watch and learn, Amy," Susan said motheringly. "Watch your mother's technique. Suzanne's really talented with her long tongue, I can tell. Before too long, that'll be your tongue on his penis."

"Really? Cool!" Amy said with her usual enthusiasm. Suzanne groaned inwardly at the thought of her daughter giving a blowjob, but her mouth was too occupied for her to say anything about it.

Suzanne knew just what turned Alan on. Like all men, he had a sensitive spot just under the penis head and she constantly worked on stimulating that in one way or another. She could go down into a near-deep throat and then come back up and flick her tongue right at that spot that drove him wild. She even knew how to gently use her teeth in a way that aroused him further. Not even Glory went for doing much with her teeth. 

When Alan had his penis in Suzanne's mouth, he was truly in heaven, and Suzanne felt just as good in return. She particularly loved the naughtiness of it all. Having both Susan and Amy watch close up was almost too much, and made her nearly lightheaded with happiness. 

While Suzanne sucked, Susan narrated for Amy's benefit. "You see what she's doing with her hands there? That's what I call the 'confusion cock.' Her hands are stroking around his penis one way and her lips and mouth are working on it the other way. Then she switches directions with hands and mouth at the same time. Alan doesn't know what hit him or from what direction. This is pretty neat, I must admit. Suzanne and I have talked about these techniques so much, but now I get to see exactly what she means. Watch and learn. Soon that'll be your mouth stuff to the brim with Alan's fat pole."

By the time Suzanne's very prolonged, expert blowjob was done the sun had already started to set. The beach was still mostly deserted so they didn't need to worry about onlookers, but it was getting colder, too cold to stay naked. As a result, there was no big cum eating production like earlier. Suzanne just let Alan fill up her mouth with his seed. 

Funnily enough, no one had been near the entire blowjob, but right as Alan was cumming a pair of nude joggers went by and there was no way for Suzanne or Alan to stop what they were doing. 

Susan and Amy tried to cover up, but they could only do so much. 

The joggers wondered if their eyes had played tricks on them or if they really saw a woman's head bobbing up and down in a boy's lap, surrounded by two gorgeous and topless women. Even by nude beach standards, that was a pretty outrageous thing to see. 

When Suzanne was done and her mouth was finally free, she saw the need to correct what Susan had been saying a few minutes earlier. "Now, Amy, remember you're not allowed to suck Alan's cock. So don't listen to Susan. Hand jobs okay, but that's it. We have to set some limits, because you're still so innocent. You're not ready for sex."

"I AM ready!" Amy protested, but she couldn't convince Suzanne.

There were more joggers who came by as many people liked to go jogging in the cooler hours at the end of the day. 

Susan put her bikini top back on in response. As she saw two more people run past and another off in the distance, she said, "Look at those goobers gawking at us. I think that's our cue to leave."

Amy said, "M'kay, but Alan, didn't you bring a camera? Let's take some pictures!"

So Alan took out his camera from his bag and they took some pictures. It occurred to Alan that he didn't really have any pictures of any of them naked, so he wanted a lot of those. He convinced Susan to briefly take her top off again so he could get the three of them topless, all in a row. She also took off her prescription sunglasses so her eyes could be more visible.

"Perfect!" he said as he snapped them with their racks pressed into each other. He joked, "I'm going to call this one: Suzanne and her two kids."

Susan and Amy laughed, but Suzanne said, "You're gonna get it now!" and raised her fist threateningly in mock anger. 

Alan took a picture of that, too, which made them all laugh some more. 

But the fact behind the joke was, Susan really could look like a teenager at times, and Suzanne could not. Even when she was a teenager she had an older, more sophisticated look about her.

"Too bad Katherine isn't here," Amy noted as they posed for another photo. "She'll be bummed that she missed out."

"She IS being punished, you know," Susan pointed out as she put her glasses back on. "Maybe this will be a good lesson for her."

Alan commented, "I'm just bummed I can't have all of my four favorite women in the whole wide world in the same picture, with the ocean in the background."

"Next time," Susan pointed out. "I don't know about you all, but I want to come back here to this very spot again and again." And to think, she thought to herself, Before we got here I was dead against coming to this place. It's a good thing I follow Suzanne's advice. 

Susan had a brief vision of returning to the beach. In it, she was alone with Alan, running up and down the beach hand in hand with him. Both jumped up and down in the shallow waves in complete naked abandon and not caring what anyone else thought. Then pictured giving him a blowjob as they lay in the sand. She'd become obsessed about blowjobs.

Amy tugged at Suzanne. "I wanna come back too, Mom! Can we? Can we?" 

The others had a kind laugh for her child-like enthusiasm. Suzanne reluctantly nodded in response to Amy's question. Even though she didn't want to see Amy exposed to more sexual antics, it was hard to say no to her.

They stayed long enough to watch the sun drop into the ocean and then they made to go. They purposely ignored their nosy onlookers in the parking lot as they got back to the car. But such minor nuisances were hardly noticed.

CHAPTER 7

Alan slept all the way back home. He's slept on the car ride down too. All the sexual fun was exhausting. 

When the group got back, it was already quite dark and past time most people had dinner. Suzanne and Amy had to go back to their house to spend time with their family. 

Alan was exhausted and rested while Susan told Katherine all about the beach trip.

However, as tired as Alan was and as full as his weekend was, it still wasn't over. He had plans for his second "non-romantic" date with Christine. Since he'd already cancelled and rescheduled it on Friday, there was no way he could push it off again. He was glad that at least he was all rested up.

Susan teased him about his "hot date." She seemed to think it was an established fact that Alan and Christine would become sexually involved and she dismissed all his protests that this was just a "practice date." 

Katherine, on the other hand, gave him a lot of grief about it. While she liked Christine well enough from a purely objective point of view, she burned with jealousy whenever Alan did anything with her.

Alan was glad when he finally was able to leave the house.

He'd already promised Katherine that he wouldn't go to the movies with Christine and he intended to keep that promise. He'd asked her what she wanted to do and she said, "Like I told you last time, I never get to go out on dates because I have to remain focused on school. But I had a lot of fun last time getting all dressed up and making a big deal of it. Why don't we do it again, but get even dressier? We can dress to the nines and go out to a fine restaurant. That'll be enough for me tonight because tomorrow's a school day. What do you say?"

Alan agreed. He dressed up in the nicest clothes he owned, which meant he wore a suit and a tie for one of only a handful of times in his life. But the restaurant that Christine picked, The Avalon, was the fanciest one for miles around and it was more or less expected for males to wear suits there.

He'd been impressed with Christine's nice outfit when he picked her up for their last date because she wore nothing but nondescript and conservatively cut clothing at school.

But he was absolutely floored when he came to pick her up this time. She was wearing the kind of fancy black outfit that would fit perfectly for a meal at a fancy restaurant like The Avalon, but it also looked like an ideal outfit to show off the goods of a high priced call girl.

Christine was blushing and nervous as Alan walked up to her. She said, "I don't own any nice dresses myself. This is my mother's and it's a little bit more daring than I would have liked." She fidgeted nervously and shifted her feet back and forth, which got her breasts jiggling. "Okay, a lot more daring."

The truth was, her mother Olga had a great many dresses and Christine had picked one of the most outrageous ones with a scandalously low neckline because she'd caught him staring at her breasts so many times and wanted to please him.

Even though Alan had been surrounded by naked beasts and entire naked bodies all afternoon, the sight of Christine's deep cleavage got his hard in a heartbeat. 

But Alan played it cool and just smiled. "No worries. I think you look great!" Trying to imitate Billy Crystal, he joked, "Daaling, you look maahvalous!"

"Really? You're just saying that."

"Christine, pardon my French, but holy fucking Jesus H. Christ son of a bitch! If you were any hotter, I'd seriously be afraid to touch you because I wouldn't want my fingers to burn off."

She laughed. "Okay, now you're really laying it on thick." She added in a husky voice, "Sounds like we may have a problem though because I certainly want you to touch me."

Alan thought, Whoa! Warning alert! Danger, Will Robinson, danger! Is she giving off a sexy vibe or what?! This is not what I expected.

However, she took him by his hand and immediately said, "You know, one thing I like about these dates is that we can flirt without any worries that it'll go anywhere. It's kind of like flirting with training wheels on."

"Yeah, heh-heh. That is cool." He thought, Phew! She was freaking me out for a minute there. I thought she was coming on to me or something. Especially with that black dress. Man, I never thought I'd live to see the day where I could see ALL of Christine's cleavage, but there it is in all its glory. And it's just as perfect as I'd imagined. The only thing that would make that a prettier picture is if my happy hard-on was in the frame, plowing up and down her busty valley.

Whoa, Nelly! Calm down boy. This is no way to start a non-romantic date, with a raging erection to end all raging erections. Think of something else! 

He tried to follow his advice, but his mind wanted to think about things like Suzanne's cleavage or Susan's cleavage and compare and contrast their busts to Christine's. That was only making his problem ten times worse.

Christine left him to his thoughts for a few moments then said, "By the way, I should mention that you look great too. Seeing you in a suit makes my heart go pitter patter. When you drove up I was asking myself, 'Where's Alan and what's Cary Grant doing here?'"

That broke Alan out of his reverie. "Yeah, right. Now you're the one laying it on thick. But you're right, it's fun." He'd been holding something behind his back the whole time and now brought it out. It was a bouquet of a dozen roses. "Here, my lady, these are for you."

Christine squealed with delight, took them from him, and smelled them. Her face lit up with a grand smile. Then she leaned forward and kissed him for a long time on the cheek. 

She had actually intended to kiss him on the lips, but she chickened out at the last second. This was one of her problems: because she was completely inexperienced sexually, she had very low self confidence with these matters, and very poor flirting skills. 

When she pulled back, she said, "Thank you! I've never been given flowers before. You're gonna get soooo lucky tonight!"

Alan's jaw nearly hit the floor.

Then she winked and added, "Of course I mean that in a completely platonic way."

"Of course. Ah. Flirting practice. Fun." But he'd thought she'd meant it and his heart was racing a thousand miles an hour. 

Calming himself a bit, he took her by the arm in a most gallant fashion and said, "Come, my lady. Let's go paint the town red." He opened the car door for her and generally behaved like a perfect gentleman.




Six Times a Day Pt. 21



Part 21: Walk on the Wild Side

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Nov. 11) 

Alan woke up the next morning and lay in bed with his thoughts. Ugh. Monday. Another week of school. Not like I can complain, though. Yesterday was like a dream come true. I can't even begin to count the highlights. The date with Christine and everything after was pretty cool, but probably the best news of all was how close I came to fucking Suzanne in the ocean. Too bad I didn't get a chance to be with Suzanne alone later on. I'm dying to hear what she has to say about what we did. I'm even more curious to see how far she's willing to go now. 

Yep. Yesterday was a total dream. But then so was the day before. Dang! Every single day, it's like I'm a little kid on Christmas morning. Seriously! Heaven can only be a comedown from this. 

And now I've gotta slog through seven hours of school to get to the good stuff back home, but come on, even that is not that bad. Especially with Glory there. She's so great. The talented tongue. Queen of the deep throats. I am so fucking blessed, all around! I just know today is going to be another mind-blowing day. I can't even wait to see how Mom and Sis are dressed for breakfast. I've got so much to look forward to!

He hopped up out of bed instead of dragging himself out as he used to do. He deliberately didn't masturbate first thing like usual. He expected more help with his orgasms now. As a result, his penis was hard as iron by the time he showered and came down for breakfast.

Katherine was already down in the dining room eating her cereal and Susan was in the kitchen cooking. 

However, as Alan walked through the living room to the dining room, he heard the two of them arguing. He stopped to listen just before entering the dining room area so neither of them would know he was there. 

Susan was saying, "No! And that's final. I don't know how you got me to do all those naughty things last night, but that was then and this is now. I've had some time to think and clear my head. Things are spinning out of control and the boundaries are falling completely apart. We need a moratorium. At least for a few days, Tiger will have to make do with masturbation." 

"But Mom!" Katherine complained. "That's so cruel. Not to mention sinful. You know what the Bible says about Onan spilling his seed on the ground." 

"I'm well aware. However, sacrifices have to be made. I just need some time to think without the sound and smell of cocksucking everywhere." 

"But Mom! The Bible doesn't say there's anything wrong about Onan spilling his seed all over a woman. Even a sexy big-titted woman such as yourself. ESPECIALLY a sexy big-titted woman such as yourself. Don't you think your tits look good with all that shining cum on them, just like glaze on a donut?"

Susan looked a little spaced out and giddy as she thought about that. "Maybe," she conceded. "But that's not the point."

Katherine drove on, "And it especially doesn't say there's anything wrong with you stretching your lips around his cock, so wide that you can barely fit it all in, and twirling your tongue all over it until it gives up it's creamy seed." 

"I know, that's so true. But watch your language. I will not allow the 'C' word in this house." 

Katherine blew on past Susan's half-hearted protest as if she didn't hear it. "You know why that is? Because God isn't cruel. He knows that certain boys just have to cum six times a day - or more - and having all that spill on the ground is just wrong." 

"Angel, now you listen to me. It may be true that..." Her voice trailed off as she heard someone approaching. 

Alan walked into view. "Hi Mom. Hi Sis. What's up?"

To Alan's surprise, Susan wore a sexy nightgown. She'd always limited what she did sexually when Katherine was nearby and vice versa, but after the events of the weekend that restriction appeared to be pretty much thrown right out the window. However, the nightgown was still a surprise given the verbal protests she was making. 

Further, it was not just any sexy nightgown, it was practically see-through. It was as if she was naked, but somehow even more alluring. She'd told herself that since she couldn't physically aid Alan with his orgasms, she would have to try to make up for it by providing him better visual stimulation. 

She greeted Alan with a happy "Good morning" and a kiss on the cheek. But that was all. She went back to kitchen work, as usual.

Alan sat at the counter that divided the kitchen from the dining room so he could enjoy the display of his mother's body through the semi-transparent material. He considered how to get her to change her mind before she brought up her latest change of heart. 

He came up with an idea and said, "Mom, you know what? You're always serving Sis and I; this morning I'd like to serve you. Why don't you just sit down and I'll get you a big glass of orange juice. Katherine can look after the kitchen for a little while." 

"Why, thank you. What a thoughtful gesture." 

Katherine looked at Alan quizzically but did as he suggested. She assumed, correctly, that there was a method to his madness. 

Alan got the glass of orange juice and brought it to Susan where she sat at the dining room table. 

"Thanks!" she said as she took a sip. "What a good son." 

Height was essential to Alan's plan. He made sure to stand right next to where Susan was sitting. That put his erection just inches from her face. He was wearing a loose jumpsuit to help hide his erection but now it came in handy to expose it. He kept both hands in his pockets and surreptitiously pulled the fabric away from his crotch, causing the entire outline of his erection to stand out against the suddenly tight fabric. 

Susan was too shocked by what she was seeing to think; she just mumbled, "Oh my." 

Alan stepped forward, bringing the outline of his erection to within two inches of her nose. "By the way, Mom, I wanted to thank you for last night. You're such a cool Mom. The way you sucked me off and then let me titfuck you, well, it just made me realize all over again how much I love you." 

Susan was speechless. She fumbled to remember something she had to say to him, something about reestablishing boundaries. "Well... I...." 

Katherine could see now what Alan was doing. There was some French toast cooking in a skillet but she turned the heat to the lowest setting then came over to the dining room. 

She said, "Yeah, Mom. I totally agree. That was rad. I mean, it's sad how few mothers realize the importance of sucking off their sons every day. But you've seen the light. You've realized that a good mommy knows that her place is on her knees, servicing her son's unstoppable and irresistible big cock." 

Katherine had noticed recently that Susan really got off on talk about her getting on her knees, so she made sure to use that description. 

Susan was wavering. "It is? ... I mean, it is. Right?" 

Alan said, "Gosh, Sis, I get really hot when I hear you talk like that. I hope you don't mind, but I've just gotta take my penis out and give it some air." Even before he finished saying that, he slowly slid his jump suit down and let his erection come into view. Had he done it quickly, it would have slapped Susan's face. But he used a guiding hand and let it rest against her cheek. 

Katherine had a wide grin. "No, I don't mind at all, Big Brother. By the way, how was Mom's goodnight kiss last night?" 

Alan started slowly rubbing the whole side of his erection against Susan's cheek. Clearly, it was driving her insane with desire. "Funny you should ask. Mom is such a great mom, but would you believe she didn't give me a goodnight kiss last night?" 

"No!" Katherine exclaimed in exaggerated her shock. Then she had to stifle her giggling. 

Susan spoke. "Oh dear! I'm so sorry, Son. I thought that after everything that had happened, you wouldn't be up for it." She remembered him being so weary after all their sexual fun that he could barely walk up the stairs to go to sleep. 

It was true that he had been way too tired for any more sexual play, but now was not the time to admit that. He lied, "Oh no, Mom. I lay in bed with my stiffy sticking straight up, hoping you'd come in and help it go down. I just laid there for a while, feeling so sad. I had all that hot sticky goo to share, but no one to share it with. But I was pretty tired and finally I just fell asleep, still waiting for you, Mom." 

Susan moaned, "Amazing! Oh! Forgive me, please. I didn't know. My son is so virile! How can I deny him anything? He needs SO MUCH help!" 

Katherine grinned and said, "How tragic. If that ever happens again and Mom is neglectful of her duties, just knock on my door, okay?" 

Susan spoke hotly, "It won't happen again! I'm not about to let my poor Tiger suffer like that." 

"Thanks, Mom. And thanks, Sis, for the offer. I'm sure I'll take you up on that sometime. Did you both know I even thought about masturbating?" 

Just a few minutes earlier, Susan had been suggesting that Alan needed to go back to masturbating, but now she gasped, "Oh no! That's so wrong! Terrible!" 

"I was thinking of you, Mom. You know how much I love your lips." He began rubbing his erection right on her lips, going all the way around her mouth. 

Susan's willpower completely broke. She moaned, "Oh God!" and began flicking her tongue at the penis head that was so maddeningly close. But some incidental tongue touching wasn't enough for her. She grabbed Alan's shaft with both hands and fed it into her mouth. 

Over her head and out of sight, Alan and Katherine silently high-fived each other. 

But Katherine wasn't done. She said, "Boy, Mom, you're really naughty today, aren't you? Brother, before you came in did you know she was kidding me about not sucking you off for the whole day! You were just kidding about that, right Mom?" 

Susan's mouth was completely stuffed with cock but she managed to moan, "Mmmm. MMMM!" It was halfway between agreement and ecstasy. 

Katherine said, "What a relief. However, she's cocksucking while sitting, like a lazy bones. Mom, why aren't you on your knees like a good mommy should be?" 

Susan somehow managed to get on her knees without ever taking Alan's erection out of her mouth. 

Alan thought, while wild electric shocks of pleasure shot from his groin through the rest of his body, Boy, I never realized how domineering Sis could get around Mom sometimes. First last night, and now this. This must be a new thing. I wonder how much pressure from Sis is helping to break Mom's willpower. It looks like we just dodged another bullet. 

Katherine just watched as Susan made love to Alan's erection with her tongue and lips. It was such an arousing sight that Katherine wanted to frig herself, but decided not to push her mother's limits even further. 

The three of them continued like that for another couple of minutes until the unmistakable smell of something burning filled the air. 

"Oh, poo! God, I was enjoying that." Susan popped the hard-on out of her mouth and looked to the kitchen with worry. "Angel, didn't you say you were gonna tend to the kitchen?" 

"Uh-oh." 

Alan groaned to himself, Dang! Why does that always seem to happen? Some distraction right as I'm about to blow. That was so close. 

Susan stood up. "The French toast! It's ruined." She rushed over to the kitchen with Alan and Katherine trailing behind her. Alan had his shorts off and held his erection as he walked. 

"It IS ruined," Susan complained. "Now I'm gonna have to start breakfast all over again. And we lost a lot of time. Valuable cocksucking time, I might add." She looked over at her son's hard-on with blatant desire. 

Katherine and Alan sat down in the counter high chairs that looked into the kitchen. They winked at each other, glad that Susan didn't revert back to her reluctant ways as soon as Alan's dick was out of her mouth. 

CHAPTER 2 

Alan's penis was still as erect as ever and completely exposed. 

Katherine looked over, noticed gave him a questioning look, and began stroking him. 

Susan, suspecting something like this was going to happen given how aroused everyone now was, paused in her cooking and walked around the counter to confirm that the squishy sounds she heard were what she suspected they were. 

Katherine could see that Susan saw, but she made no attempt to hide what she was doing.

Susan shook her head with disapproval as she headed back to the stove. "Angel, is this going to be your one time for today? Are you going to use it up so early?"

"I guess not," Katherine replied, bummed.

"Well then, stop playing with your brother's penis and eat your cereal. Leave that stiff thing for me." She tried to say this in a stern, motherly tone, as if this was the kind of thing mothers usually said to their children. 

Katherine immediately complied with the order and let go. She didn't want this to count as her one time for the day. 

Susan quickly got some new pieces of French toast cooking in the skillet then said to Katherine, "Now you can keep an eye on the skillet from there so don't mess up or we're all going to go hungry. Okay?" 

Katherine nodded, but goaded, "Sure, but what are you going to be doing?" 

"What do you think?" She rounded the counter and made a beeline to Alan's crotch. "Mommy sees that her cum-filled boy has a big, long, thick emergency. Do you need my help, Son?" She teased, "Is there something I can do with my lips?" She hefted up her heavy nightie-clad breasts to ensure Alan's answer.

Alan laughed. "Most definitely!" 

Susan sat on her heels in front of Alan. She looked approvingly at his crotch. She said a little prayer out loud. "Dear Lord, thank You for giving me such a handsome and well-endowed son. Bless this blowjob, and may it not be interrupted this time" - she shot a quick dirty look in Katherine's direction - "and may it contribute to his health and well-being." She appeared very serious about this prayer. 

She belatedly realized that Katherine was watching just one counter stool away and considered warning her not to watch. But then she realized that Katherine had been watching a few minutes earlier, not to mention the night before, and realized such a prohibition was futile under the circumstances. 

Katherine said, "Mom, don't you think you're overdressed? A good mommy sucks cock topless."

Susan would have protests that except that she liked the idea too much. As if she wasn't naked enough, she slipped her nightgown off her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist. She thought, Ahhh. That feels so good. I love to be naked for my son. Especially if I can show him my tits, then all is well with the world. I don't know what I was thinking earlier, imagining I could go the whole day without this. 

Then she placed the tip of her tongue on the tip of her son's erection. 

That alone sent shivers through Alan's body like bolts of electricity. He simply could not get over how hot and sexy his mother was looking and acting lately, never mind his sister as well. 

Susan, too, couldn't get over her son. Just to touch his penis head with her tongue nearly sent her over the edge. She began to suck Alan's penis with a hungry passion. 

She felt more boundaries of decorum start to crumble. I don't really care if my daughter sits watching only a few feet away, as long as I get more of this cock! In fact, I have to admit that it makes me hot that she's here. So hot! She swiveled Alan's stool and moved a bit so she could occasionally watch Katherine watching her. 

Not surprisingly, Katherine made no bones about blatantly staring. In fact, she stared at Susan's bouncy chest as much as the blowjob. 

That just made Susan's lust burn even stronger.

By this point, everyone was so aroused that it was impossible for Alan to last very long.

Within minutes, Susan sucked Alan off to a particularly powerful orgasm which she simply could not swallow completely. Some of his cum wound up on her face and even dribbled down to her chest. 

Katherine noticed that and joked, "Mom, you know what we should call your breasts? Cum catchers!"

"Now Angel, that's rather improper. Please don't make fun of your old mother."

"I'm not making fun of you, Mom, it's just a joke. I think it's great what you're doing." 

Susan didn't have an answer to that. Instead, she meticulously licked her son dry. She sat topless at his feet for a few minutes, wiped the cum that had dribbled down her chin and recovered her strength - not from the exertion of the cocksucking, but from the Earth-shattering orgasm she had doing it.

I wish I would have known years ago just how much pleasure a woman can get from giving a real man a blowjob, she thought. I thought it was all about pleasing the man, but this morning's blowjob alone was better than any actual sex my husband ever gave me! My son. So kind, yet so confident. So manly. If only he was more aggressive with his confidence and just a little less considerate.

I want him to tell me, "Excuse me, Mommy, but right now I'm going to fuck your face," and then he'd just do it without asking, and I'd LOVE it! I always do. Or what if I asked him, "Is there anything else you want with that breakfast?" and he replied, "Yes, Mommy. I want to fuck your butt-slut ass." Then he'd roughly throw me down and fuck me all over the floor, like he was pushing a vacuum cleaner around. Wow!

She continued to sit there after Alan's penis grew flaccid and looked up at him with a feral look in her eyes. 

Alan thought, She's just begging for me to fuck her, with that look. But then later she'll be so regretful and she'll never forgive me for taking advantage of her in a moment of weakness.

He sighed. What a drag. I hate how Mom keeps blowing hot and cold. You never know when she's gonna go through another one of her guilt phases. How many times will we have to keep pulling her back from the brink? 

Susan rarely thought about intercourse with her son. Lately, Suzanne had started getting her thinking about anal sex. But mostly she just hoped for more cocksucking as an end in itself, since she enjoyed it so much. She was so turned on that she wanted to go another round. But Alan's penis stayed flaccid, even after she fiddled with it a bit, so she finally pulled her nightgown back up and went back to cooking the French toast in the kitchen as if nothing had happened. 

But she was randy now and didn't behave like a typical mother at breakfast. For instance, she bent forward over the stove far more than the cooking required. It was half a suburban mother cooking breakfast and half a sex show starring a physically perfect hottie dressed in a see-through nightie. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 21



For many minutes both Alan and Katherine sat transfixed and watched Susan's ass and pussy lips from a few feet behind. If Susan wasn't bent over something, she would walk around the kitchen on some task as her giant jugs swayed obscenely wherever she went. 

Not surprisingly, Alan eventually got hard again. 

Even Katherine got extremely hot and bothered, as she felt an unusually powerful desire to stick her tongue in her own mother's pussy. But she knew she shouldn't do it. It was strange that Susan loved to suck Alan's dick at the drop of a hat, but even a kiss on the lips from Katherine was considered out of bounds, yet that's how it was. 

Susan chatted like she would any morning, but Katherine and Alan were too distracted by her movements to talk and mostly replied monosyllabically. 

Susan repeatedly reminded Alan to drink lots of orange juice, saying, "Drink up. You want to have lots of big cum loads, don't you?" 

It made him feel a little like a cum factory, but he didn't mind much.

They all sat down to eat their breakfast, but Alan still was naked from the waist down and hard as can be. He ate with barely an eye on his plate. 

Katherine was at a disadvantage in getting his attention, since she wore the clothes she needed for school that day. She even had her underwear on already (she vowed not to make that mistake again). 

So Alan gawked at his mother's soft breasts through the soft silky fabric, as if he'd never seen them before.

Out of the blue, Susan asked him, "Tiger, are you okay with this? I'm just thinking that if we're going to get you to at least seven climaxes today we have to start early. Two loads before school could be a big help."

Alan smiled contentedly, like a Cheshire cat. "You know I love it. You're such a great cocksucker and you cook a great breakfast, too!"

"Thanks. You're too kind." She blushed with pride. "Looks like someone likes lingerie." His mother chuckled as she reached for his shorts and grabbed his newly-erect penis through the fabric.

"I sure do," Alan agreed enthusiastically.

Susan reached over and held his exposed penis. "Would you like me to suck you some more, you big, cum-filled boy? Will we ever be able to drain you of cum, even with all of us combined?"

"Thanks, Mom, but that would make it really hard for me to eat breakfast. I can't even think while you do that, much less eat. Why don't you just stroke it a little while I finish my food?"

Susan got on her knees below the counter top and tenderly stroked his penis. She knew what he wanted at the moment, which was something low key, so she kept the pace light and slow while he continued to eat. 

Alan rode a pleasant wave of a light buzz. Now this is what I call service, he thought. An excellent breakfast made that much better by some mellow stroking. What more could a kid want in life? 

He suddenly became very frustrated, almost angry. Aside from wanting to FUCK my MOM! Arrgh! Why did that have to pop in my head again? I can't think about that, or I'll go crazy. If she's content to just suck my cock till the end of time I think I'll slowly go insane, not getting to do the ultimate deed. Fuck. I just can't have these thoughts or it becomes ten times worse to bear.

Katherine however, once again felt neglected. I think Mom's snapped or something in the past two days. She's normally so afraid to do anything in public, yet now she's jacking Alan off in front of others without shame. This morning proves it - she could care less that I'm here, as long as she gets that cock. I literally cannot even imagine how she used to be just weeks ago. Now she just seems so eager to please. Too eager! 

With the way things are going, Alan's gonna be fucking her within days, and then my big brother is gonna totally forget all about fucking his little sister! Fuck that shit! I'm not gonna just sit here and take it lying down. So he's into lingerie and I don't have any. Damn again! At least I can put on a robe and get some attention hopefully. You'd think Alan would treat his little Number One Fuck Toy just a little bit better. Grrr!

Katherine hurried to her room and changed into a bath robe. 

When she came back Alan was still eating his breakfast and Susan was still on her knees underneath the breakfast table, happily stroking her son's rod. 

Susan thought, Squish, squish, squish. My pussy is so juicy. Always so juicy and wet. I can't wait to tell Suzanne about this later. She'll think I'm a total slut for sure. And she'd be right! Every time I cum, it's like I cum twice. Once while pleasing my Tiger, and then a second time hours later telling Suzanne about it. Life is so damn good!

Susan looked up from under the table and immediately said to her daughter, "Isn't that robe a little bit revealing, Angel?" Susan knelt very far forward and her own exposed tits hung nearly to the floor.

"Yeah, I guess it is. I was just inspired by your nightgown. Or lack thereof." She giggled. 

This last comment was a bit cheeky, but Susan let it slide. She was having too much fun playing with her son's privates. 

Katherine said, "It occurred to me that I could help Alan out more with visual stimulation, too. We have to keep him hard at all times so there's more cock to suck. You don't mind, do you, Bro?"

Alan had his eyes fixated on Katherine now, especially since he couldn't really see Susan under the table. "Mind? Of course not. You look great." 

Addressing Susan again, Katherine said, "As for this being revealing, it all depends how you wear it. If I keep the sash closed, then the best I can probably do is expose my tits." She did so. "But if I open the sash" - she did so as she said the words - "then he can pretty much see full frontal nudity. Especially if I walk over to him and lean over like this." Again she obeyed her own words. "Brother, it's like you can practically reach out and touch my cunt, can't you?"

Alan started to do so. 

But Susan turned her focus from his penis long enough to say, "Katherine, that's quite enough! Watch your mouth. Please close your robe and finish your breakfast." 

"Mom, you're hardly in a position to complain about my clothing when you're naked between Alan's legs again, stroking his big pole. I was just hinting he should get my attention, if you know what I mean. You did allow him to do that, you know. Anyways, the important thing is what Big Brother thinks about how I'm dressed. Will it help him drain all of that nasty cum into your mouth?"

"I like it," he answered unsurprisingly. "And by the way, Mom, I'm done with breakfast. Thanks again for the food."

Katherine sat down at the table across from Alan, happy to win at least a small victory in being recognized. She kept her tits uncovered by the robe. But her victory was short-lived.

Susan said, "Katherine, we'll talk about this later. I'm a bit busy as I have to help Alan out right now. Tiger, since you're done eating, are you ready for your mother's lips to lick and suck every inch of your manhood some more?"

"You know I am, Mom. Wow, I wish every morning could be like this. Feeling your sexy and talented tongue on me, Mom, even as I look at your sexy, naked body, Sis. This is living the life of Riley!"

Before Susan launched another oral attack on his penis, she pointed out, "This may be a bit improper and unorthodox for most families, but we have a special situation here. There's no reason why we can't have more mornings like this, as long as we all respect the boundaries." 

"Good idea, Mom. But would I be pushing my luck if I asked for a titfuck? You know how we arranged it before so you could suck on me at the same time."

"Very well," Susan tried to say reluctantly as she got into position. But her face showed that she loved the idea. 

Katherine griped, "'Very well'? Come on, Mom. Who are you trying to kid? You know you love the feeling of his fat log sliding through your cleavage. Why deny it? Remember that Suzanne says it's okay for you to feel pleasure." 

"I know," Susan conceded, "but I still feel ashamed about it. I mean, look at me. I'm lying on the floor of our dining room and my son is straddled on top of me, grasping my breasts, and just about to pop his dick in my mouth. It's just all so terribly improper! I can't even begin to imagine what my parents would think. Or my siblings, for that matter. Heck, anyone back home would have a heart attack to see me like this!"

Alan said soothingly, "Well, Mom, I love you and I love what you're doing. I don't care what they think." His erection was already trapped in her cleavage and making short thrusts, but he pushed forward some more and worked his penis head into her mouth.

Susan thought as she began to suck, Angel, you can eat mere food. Mommy's breakfast is going to be my son's cum! Every morning, so help me God, I'm gonna bathe my mouth in sperm! 

She laughed to herself as she added, Hell, who needs mouthwash? I want my mouth to smell like my son's penis, all the time. Wouldn't it be a hoot if all my friends knew me as "Penis Breath"? 

Katherine was a bit mollified by Alan's compliment of her sexy body and the fact that he continued to hungrily stare at her during the titfuck. But just the same, she made a mental point to go out and buy as much lingerie as possible, ASAP. Unfortunately she couldn't see when she'd have time to do that until next week, because she was grounded. 

There was no doubt by anyone that Katherine was going to watch again. But she wasn't content just to watch and flaunt her body at her brother. She began talking up a storm to help raise the sexual heat. She wanted to establish her presence as a positive for everyone. She picked a safe topic and began telling mostly made up stories about the cheerleaders' sex lives. She knew Alan would like that. 

She was in the middle of describing in great detail all the girls except Amy taking a shower together and soaping each other up when Alan lost control. 

He let his load rocket into his mother's greedy mouth. After the initial surge of pleasure passed through him, he held Susan's head fast and calmly continued talking to his sister about how he would love to watch them shower. When he was done he calmly pulled his penis from Susan's mouth with a pop and stood up. 

He helped Susan up off the floor and said, "I think a thank you is definitely in order." 

Susan blushed as the cum dribbled out of the corners of her mouth and bashfully said, "Thank you, Son, for letting me suck it. I hope you'll let me do it again soon." 

"No, that's not what I meant," he complained, silently cursing how she was already getting him aroused again, at least mentally. I can't believe SHE would thank ME. Jesus! Is there anything she says or does lately that doesn't get me hard as a steel bar? I don't think so. 

He pulled his jump suit back up his legs and started over. "I meant, I should thank you and Sis for your great efforts and teamwork in helping me out. Thanks." 

He gave first his mother a kiss on the cheek (avoiding the cum dripping down her chin), and then a kiss on Katherine's cheek. Then all three had a big, chaste group hug. 

Mostly chaste, that is. Since Susan was still topless Alan's fingers had a habit of migrating to her nipples. Even after he'd cum twice in short order, he still couldn't get enough of his mother and sister. 

Alan went to school very sexually satisfied. He practically floated through class, with an absent-minded and amused expression on his face everywhere he went.

His mother was extremely satisfied, too. Her latest philosophy and rationale was that, the more often she drank her son's cum, the less she'd feel like she was missing out on not being fucked by him. She was determined to empty his balls daily, cocksucking as many times a day as she could. 

But she was also chagrined at her growing addiction to his semen. This is why I should have been firm with those boundaries, she thought to herself after the kids left for school. The more I have, the more I want. I can hardly wait until he gets home from school already. 

And she grew more upset at herself as the day wore on. Alan says he wants me to retain my dignity, but I'm acting like I'm some kind of willing sex slave. A shameless hussy! How can I please him and stay dignified at the same time? It's a lucky thing he's such a kind boy and doesn't take more advantage of my desperation to suck. If he only knew how badly I need it. Daily. Hourly.

He could get me to do anything! Literally anything! What if he said something like, "Mommy, you're going to have to go grocery shopping buck naked and with a big dildo up your cunt, or no penis for you today." I'd have to do it! Why, the mere idea gets me so squishy!

Katherine, on the other hand, left for school extremely horny and frustrated. She was turned on by Alan and her constantly naked and impressionable mother, yet she had been unable to get any satisfaction from either of them. Susan didn't realize it, but her seductive moves for Alan's benefit had a big effect on Katherine, too. 

After what happened with Suzanne over the weekend, Katherine suspected that a lesbian relationship with her mother might be possible, but she didn't know how to go about it. She wished she could be scheming like Suzanne.

After the kids left, Suzanne came over to the house. Building on the pleasure of their sunbathing experience the day before, she convinced Susan that the two of them needed to sunbathe in the nude to get rid of their tan lines.

The idea was just an excuse since both of them hardly had any tan to begin with, much less tan lines. But Suzanne figured that could create a lot of opportunities with Susan as the week went on, especially since they now freely told each other the most intimate details of what they did with Alan.

Susan could hardly wait to get naked and find some kind of pole or chair edge she could rub her pussy on while she told Suzanne all about her morning, plus what happened the night before.

CHAPTER 3

Alan breezed through his classes, content and able to concentrate. For the first couple of hours in school, he couldn't get an erection even if he wanted to. Having two blowjobs just before class is just the thing to keep me sexually satisfied until fourth period, he thought. I need that every day. 

As usual, Alan felt ten feet tall all through his fourth period class. He could hardly concentrate as he watched his favorite teacher, Glory Rhymer, lecture in front of him. He thought, It's so hard to pay attention to what she's saying when every time she opens her mouth, I imagine my dick sliding into it! And the timing is awesome. If she was my first or second period teacher, I'd still be wiped out from home, but by fourth period I'm raring to go!

As soon as the class was over and the last student aside from Alan closed the door, his teacher Glory dropped to her knees right in front of her desk that she'd been leaning against. "Come on, young man. No foreplay, no teasing. Just stick it in my mouth. I need it!"

Grinning from ear to ear, Alan stood up, and stepped forward.

Glory attacked his shorts zipper with a hunger. Then her lips went to town on his erection. She'd given him the most skilled handjobs and blowjobs of anyone all the past week. But it seemed that a weekend without his penis had greatly whetted her hunger.

Glory had promised Alan a special reward if he did well in the tennis tournament from the previous week. Alan had ended up in the middle rankings, but that was good enough for Glory. She said as she lolled her tongue around his penis head, "Alan, I know just how much you like my deep throating. I'm not so crazy about giving it, but you seem to like that the best of all the things we can do together. So, as a reward, this week and this week only I'll do it as much as you like, whenever you like it. Starting right now."

As they often did, they got wild right on Glory's desk, even though it was still filled with the papers and books from the class Alan just finished. Glory lay on her desk and sucked Alan's penis from an upside down position. It quickly turned into a joyous deep throat for Alan.

Glory stopped for a bit. 

Alan thought it was to recover and then resume until she brought him off. 

But she sat up, straightened out her skirt, and sat back in her chair behind her desk. She looked officious and fiddled with some papers that had managed to remain on the desk. She stared at a piece of paper in front of her and said to him in a dismissive tone, "Thank you, come again."

Alan was confused. His penis still hung out of the fly in his shorts as he expectantly waited for the rest of the deep throating. "Glory, what do you mean?"

"Thank you, come again," she repeated and rudely waved him off.

"But, Glory, you were just giving me a..."

She cut him off, and smiled. "Young man, sometimes you have to know when you're being teased. I'm just yanking your chain." She giggled as she said in an aside, "Though there are some other things of yours I like to yank more. Of course I'll finish that off. But it's no fun having you cum so soon in the lunch break. So I thought we could do some role playing for a while. As we've discovered recently, that's one thing we both love."

"Oh. Well. That's better. But damn, you have my penis crying out for mercy, cutting me off like that! Let's do something quick so I can get this little guy happy. What kind of role play do you want to do?"

"I don't know. It doesn't always have to just be me as the teacher and you as the student. Use your imagination. It's your reward day, so I'll play any role you like. I'll even be extra submissive, since I know that secretly delights you, despite your protests to the contrary. Just remember my restriction not to go all the way."

"Huh. Okay. Let's see. We don't really have any props or costumes except for teaching stuff. Well, you're still all dressed up, and you're dressed all fancy, like a bank teller. Why don't we have you be a banker?"

"Sure. Sounds fun. A bit unconventional, though. I'd like to see how you can turn this into something erotic. You're in complete charge here, so just tell me what to do and I'll try to play along."

"All right." He looked down at his shorts. "I guess I should zip up my fly." He pushed his unsatisfied erection back into his shorts and then walked to the door. Then he turned around and walked back. Glory still sat behind her desk. He pretended to knock on an imaginary door, since he didn't want to actually leave the room and come back in.

"Come in."

Alan walked closer to the desk where Glory again was pretending to read some papers. He said deferentially, "Ah, excuse me, miss."

She stood up and shook his hand. "Hello. My name is Ms. Rhymer. How may I help you?"

"Uh, hi. My name is Alan Plummer. They say this is where I should come to apply for a $100,000 loan." 

She arched a curious, delicate eyebrow at him, but nodded her understanding. Then she indicated an imaginary chair at the end of her desk. "Yes, that's right. Please, have a seat. That's a lot of money."

Alan pulled one of the students' desk chairs over so that it was right in front of Glory's and then sat in it. "I realize that. But I assure you that I'm very deserving."

"We'll see. Now do you have any proper-"

He interrupted her. "Excuse me. Sorry, but before I go any further, I'd like to know what the interest rate on that loan will be, because I've gotten a very good offer from another bank and I've almost decided to go with them. I just want to do some price comparisons first."

Glory managed to look surprised at this and said, "I assure you that we have the best rates in town. We charge only five percent yearly interest. Not to mention, our service is second-to-none."




Six Times a Day Pt. 21



"Five percent? Screw that!," Alan scowled. He had no idea if that was a good rate or not, but for the purposes of his drama he wanted it to be bad. "Sorry, but the other bank had a much better offer. Sorry to waste your time. I guess I'll be going." He stood up to leave.

Glory jumped to her feet, too, and held out a hand in supplication. "Wait! Hold on, Mr. Plummer. Don't go."

Alan still pretended like he was on the verge of leaving. "Do you have a better offer, Ms. Rhymer?"

"Uh, no, not per se," she conceded. Alan again made to leave and walked closer to the imaginary door. She stood half way out of her chair and exclaimed, "Wait!"

He turned back to the desk. "Look. If you can't better that offer, why should I stay?"

"We'll at least match any offer another bank makes, and as I said, we have the best service in town."

Alan said suggestively, "The other banker I was dealing with was friendly. She was VERY friendly. If you want me to even stay here and talk to you, you'd better take your shirt off right now."

Glory pretended great shock, but now she finally saw where he was headed with this. "Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly, Mr. Plummer?" 

"You did," Alan said archly. He regarded her with a severe look of expectation.

"That's outrageous! I could call security."

"You could, but there would be no need, because I'm leaving now anyway."

"Wait! Wait."

He turned back around and glared at her with folded arms.

"Look. I really need this account, to make my quota. ... All right, I'll do it." To her surprise, she found herself so caught up in the role that she actually blushed with genuine embarrassment. 

He stood and stared as she feigned tremendous reluctance and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her shamed face and profuse blushing not only made her role that much more convincing, but also got Alan hard as a steel bar.

Alan sat down as she finished unbuttoning and then opened her blouse wide. He said, "As I said, the other bank had a very friendly and attractive employee, and she was very, very accommodating to my needs. Take off that bra, by the way." He openly leered at her chest as it heaved with excitement.

Glory muttered under her breath as she stripped off her bra, "Linda. Damn her."

"Oh? You know her? So you must know just how friendly she can be. Nice rack you have there, by the way. She's a regular office slut. I must say, not only does that bank offer great rates, but the fact that she was jacking me off while she told me about them made them sound that much more appealing."

"Damn that whore!" Glory complained. "She always does this. Steals all the customers. Well, look. I said we offer the best service in town here, and I mean it."

"Okay. Fine." Alan stood up and walked around her desk. He brought his desk chair with him and sat on top of it. "Show me what you can do."

She still acted hesitant. "Wait a second. How do I even know you're a worthy customer?"

Alan suddenly thought of something that greatly amused him - a cultural reference that was almost too perfect for the situation. He asked, "Do you know the Bob Dylan album, 'Bringing It All Back Home?'"

"Yeah. What's that have to do with this?"

"Recall the line: 'They asked me for some collateral..."

Glory finished the lyric. "'And I pulled down my pants.' Very amusing, Mr. Plummer." 

Alan thought so and laughed out loud. Glory couldn't help but laugh some, too. 

But then she reverted back to her role. "All right, sir, that's all well and good, but I'm afraid that here at First Prudential Bank a five-inch penis is not sufficient collateral for such a big loan."

"Who said anything about five inches? Take a look at this." He unzipped his shorts and let them fall to the floor. He commanded, "Touch it."

She hesitantly reached out and barely touched the tip of his thick, eight-inch tool. She acted amazed and a little frightened. She didn't have to act that much since she did find its size impressive.

He griped, "What are you waiting for? Grab it. Jack me off. Or I'll go back to the other bank and have Linda do it. Again."

She grasped it more firmly and then started to stroke it. Within seconds she had a good rhythm going. "I have to admit, Mr. Plummer, this is a more sizable asset than I expected. We just might be able to do business together after all."

Alan was beside himself with delight to have her hands back on him after the interruption of the deep throat. "Oh, we'll be doing business, all right. Take off your skirt and undies and let me see your pussy. But don't stop stroking for even one second. From now on, if I choose your bank, or even if I don't, I expect you to jack me off at all times from the instant you see me."

"Yes, sir. Remember, Mr. Plummer, we do promise the best service around. So I suppose it's only right that I service you." She stood up and pulled off the rest of her clothes, but she couldn't take her open blouse the rest of the way off since she had to keep one hand on his penis.

But when she wanted to sit back down, she found that Alan now occupied her seat. "Sit back down," he barked. "Sit on my lap."

"Yes, Mr. Plummer." She sat down towards his knees so she could continue to pump his tool.

Alan said in a different tone of voice, "Time out from the fantasy, Glory. At this point, I'd imagine he'd go on to demand that she sit back and submit to a good fucking. In the story my character is very demanding."

"I noticed that. I'm all for realistic acting, Alan, but I'm not going to go that far just for the story! No way, no how."

"Dang."

"You're dangerous, young man. Very dangerous. You're tempting me. Okay, I'll tell you what I'll do. Since it is your reward day, I'll let you dry-hump me. We'll pretend we're fucking, but keep that overactive thing out of my hole. And I'll only allow it just this once, because even with good intentions accidents can happen. Is that completely clear?"

"Completely. Okay." He unfortunately knew that when Glory said "just this once," she was much more likely to stick to it than his mother would. He resolved to be good and enjoy the dry-hump to its fullest.

He resumed his character's role. He reached out and groped at her tits. "Ms. Rhymer, you talk about service. But is your bank willing to go all the way for the customer?"

"Oh yes. We will back you up to the hilt."

"That's good to hear, because you're going to get filled up to the hilt." He grabbed her and pulled her towards him. She cried out as his penis slid right underneath her pussy lips and kept on going. The warmth of her body around his penis both aroused and frustrated him. As his penis slipped into the cleavage of her ass cheeks, it barely grazed her pussy lips. He could feel her wetness coat the top of his shaft.

She shouted, "Mr. Plummer! You're fucking me!"

"No, you fuck me. I want you to do all the work while I just sit back and enjoy your squeezing vaginal muscles. And, as we know, the customer is always right."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir!" Glory grabbed his shoulder with one hand and the chair with the other and slid her pussy back and forth over his penis. His penis and balls were forced down onto the wooden surface of the chair by the weight of her body. Glory was already wet as a water slide. She slid her body back and forth over the entire length of his penis and repeatedly dragged her pussy lips from the tip of his penis down to the base, where she reached his pubic hair.

It would have been easy as pie for Alan to reach down with a hand or slightly bend his hips and push his penis into her vagina. But he just wasn't the kind of person to do that, especially since he'd just made an implicit promise not to. He actually wasn't that frustrated, since the frustration of not being able to fuck was now an assumed, ever-present constant in his life.

As he humped, he tried to maintain a conversation. "So, Ms. Rhymer, do you fuck all your customers?"

"No, just the younger, more handsome and aggressive ones."

"So, does that make you the office slut around here?"

"No, we're all sluts here. That's how they pick us. You should see the job interview. A virile man like you, you can take your pick of any employee. Even the owner of this bank, Suzanne Pestridge. She's very sexy and quite an excellent fuck, from what I hear. She's slept her way up the ladder from being a simple teller slut. We're all promoted mostly based on our fucking skills. I think you really need to fuck her to see just how great this bank is."

Glory cleverly knew the mention of fucking Suzanne would excite him even further. She assumed Suzanne was the one who "helped" him at home. She knowingly winked when she mentioned Suzanne's name. In real life Glory wasn't interested in a threesome, but this was a fantasy, and besides, there was something about Suzanne that made her feel sexy. Everyone knew that Suzanne stopped traffic whenever she came to any school function. 

"Excellent suggestion," he replied as calmly as he could, though his voice had become very ragged. "Next time I come in here, I want a naked meeting with you and Suzanne; both of you lubed up and ready to go. I'm gonna fuck her just like I'm fucking you right now. I'm gonna fuck you both at once!"

"Yes, sir!" 

While the fantasy excited him, the dry-hump excited him far more intensely. In fact, it was so exciting that he ejaculated well before he normally would have. Glory had only slid back and forth over him a handful of times when he shot his first slug of sperm between her ass cheeks. By the time he said "I'm losing it!" he already started to shoot off.

"Oh shit!" Glory shrieked as she realized delicious cum was being needlessly wasted. With lightning speed she flew back and dropped to the floor so she could drink up as much cum as she could get. Her athletic skills came in handy because she made a difficult transition and got her mouth over his penis in time to get almost all of his ropes.

Alan mentally kicked himself for prematurely ejaculating, but Glory took it in good stride. She came up from his lap and said, "Looks like you're a very eager customer, Mr. Plummer."

"I was a little too eager. Get back down there and clean me off."

"Yes, sir." As she resumed the cocksucking position she asked, "So will you be using our services here at First Prudential?"

"Oh yes, I will be using your services. Frequently. I'll be making many deposits here, if you catch my drift."

She pretended to sigh. "I do. I suppose now that you know I'm a slut for big cocks, you're going to use me at will."

"Yes. That's right. But the question is, will I choose your bank for the loan?"

"We're happy to have your deposits any time, Mr. Plummer. They're so creamy and tasty, and you're such a good fucker. But don't tell me you're going to go with Linda's bank for the loan! I can't stand that bitch." Glory was confusing borrowing and depositing money, but it didn't really matter for purposes of the fantasy.

"I'm not sure, to be completely honest. I've already banged women at three banks, but there's still a cute red head at First Mutual down the road I want to try out. Not to mention the buxom blonde over at Wells Fargo. I'm saving her for last." 

"That would be Debbie," Glory growled. "She fucks all the customers. Damn." She squeezed his balls excitedly and swallowed half his penis in her efforts to clean him, but he couldn't get back up so quickly. She belatedly added, "Whatever bank you pick, Mr. Plummer, we appreciate your patronage. And remember our open door - and open legs - policy." She looked up from her place in his crotch and winked. 

While Glory continued to lick Alan clean, he stepped out of his role and concluded, "That was really fun, Glory. A great reward. But I'm bummed out. I didn't get a chance to get the rest of the deep throat, and now there's not enough time for another go-round. And it's not like you let me dry-hump you every day. I blew far too soon."

Glory sat up. She looked at the clock. "Don't worry about it. It was fun. There will be other days where we do things like this, I'm sure. Maybe tomorrow will be one of those days. Maybe not." She winked playfully. "But we should start cleaning up here. We scattered papers all over the floor from earlier. It's a complete mess." 

She took out the air spray and sprayed the air. They did this every day in an effort to get rid of their sexual smells before the next class began. She didn't bother to dress just yet. She liked to delay putting her clothes back on as long as possible and knew that pleased Alan. 

He did the same for her as he walked around cleaning up dressed just in his T-shirt.

He thought to himself, I wish I could be half as aggressive in real life as I act in these little dramas. Here Glory all but offers up her pussy to me, and I don't have one hundredth the balls of the bank customer I played. I'm just too fucking respectful of people's wishes. Grrr. 

Out loud, he said, "I love these role plays, Glory. We've been doing one just about every day this past week, but I'm not getting tired of them at all."

"Me neither. I say we keep doing them. Did you just come up with that banker idea off the cuff, or was that something you thought out beforehand?"

"Off the cuff. Because of your clothes, I guess."

"That was so creative. Channel these creative energies into your class writing some more, young man! ... Wouldn't that be strange if banks were really like that and all the tellers complete sluts? I wonder about the male tellers. In that world, would they fuck me to get new business?"

Alan pointed out, "The problem with that is that in this world or that world, they'd fuck you at the drop of a hat just 'cos you look so good. So the role play doesn't really work in reverse."

Glory grinned but pretended to complain. "Flatterer. By the way, I was confused there for a bit. I was surprised at the way you ran with that premise, because, you know, in real life if you ask for a big loan it's not like they bend over backwards for you. If you're reputable and put in a lot of money, maybe, but not for a loan."

"Hmm. Maybe I'll have to open an account with a lot of money, then. Because I've eyed some cute females in some banks around here, and I'd like to see one or two of them 'bend over backwards' for me, as you put it."

Glory laughed. "You're too much! Talk about sex on the brain! The trouble is, knowing how you're exuding sexuality lately, they just might." The two of them bent down and started to collect all the books and papers that they'd scattered on the floor.  

CHAPTER 4

Katherine's cheerleader practice that Monday held quite a few surprises. After two weeks of utter normalcy in cheerleading, Katherine half-figured that the rest of the semester would be like that. But when she arrived at practice, the first surprise was that they would switch practice locations. 

Instead of practicing outdoors, their head cheerleader Heather announced they would practice inside instead. They went into an abandoned room in a remote part of the school that had once been a theater. It still had a stage, but all the seats were ripped out. The drama club had died out and no one put on plays in the school any more. There was plenty of room for the cheerleaders to move about, but the room was dark and gloomy compared to being outside.

When they all relocated, Heather got up on stage and gave them a speech. "I'm sure you're all wondering about the move," she said in a loud and decisive voice. "I requested it, for the time being, and I think you'll soon understand why. I have some news to report that deeply hurts me, and troubles me. I've been keeping my ears close to the ground these last two weeks and my worst fear has been confirmed. One of you has been talking and told someone else about the panty punishment I gave Kim and Katherine." 

There was a gasp from the other five cheerleaders who stood below the stage. They looked from one to another to see who it might be.

"I happen to know the name of this person," Heather announced. There were more murmurs in response. "However, I am not ready to say who it is. If this person is going to win back my trust and our trust, it's important that she confess to us all what she did, take the punishment, and never do it again. Luckily, news hasn't traveled far. But to tell even one person is too many! I know who your friends are and who you might talk to. If you tell your pet dog even, I have ways of finding out! I'm serious. So someone here needs to confess."

Whenever Heather's eyes moved from one person to the next, all the other cheerleaders followed with their eyes and suspected that person was the one, only to have Heather look at someone else. 

Heather made sure that she looked at the other cheerleaders an equal amount of time. Tension was thick in the air.

Heather went on, "You all know the punishment. The person who confesses has to go without panties for the week, including during the football game itself. If no one confesses, then everyone has to partake in the punishment. So either way you're going to have the same punishment. But by confessing you'll save your fellow cheerleaders from being embarrassed and hating you for betraying our squad. Now you can see why we're in this room for the week. I thought I would be nice and at least give you some privacy in experiencing your punishment for the week before the game."

In actual fact, Heather made up the whole story. She didn't know if anyone had said anything, although it was true that she'd snooped around intensely in the past week. She'd had a lot of fun with Kim and Katherine and wanted "the punishment" to happen to someone else, to put more spice back into the cheerleading practices. 

Heather considered this a win-win situation, no matter who got "punished." If someone confessed, then great. If it was Joy or Janice, then so much the better, because Heather thought it would be a fun challenge to play around with their reluctant minds and bodies. Amy, Heather knew, would simply accept the punishment with little more than an "M'kay!" and that would pose no challenge whatsoever, even though it would still be quite fun to see the innocent sexpot prance around with black paint on her naked butt. 

But best of all was if no one confessed. Then everyone would have to go bare-assed together and things would likely get way more sexual very fast. So far, Heather hadn't been able to get anything sexual going with the cheerleaders and she hoped to change that. The year before, her arch-enemy Donna had been one of the cheerleaders and Donna's presence had blocked Heather from making any moves. Heather had managed to make Donna's time as a cheerleader so miserable that Donna decided not to stay with the squad for another year, so that opened up possibilities for Heather. She'd been biding her time the first few weeks of school since half the squad was new, but now she wanted to open things up. 

The cheerleaders continued to look at each other as if they were playing the kids' game Murder. They were all extremely nervous. 

"Does anyone have any questions?" Heather asked. 

No one asked anything. 

"Does anyone have any problem with the punishment system?" 

No one spoke. 

"If you agree with this punishment, then raise your hand." 

To not raise one's hand might be seen as a sign of guilt. Everyone raised their hands, though reluctantly. 

"To the guilty one," Heather said dramatically and she looked above and past all the cheerleaders, "I will give you until the end of the class period today to come to your senses and confess. I already know who you are, so you will be punished. It's just a matter of how you want to do it, and how great your punishment will be. The longer you wait, the harder I'm going to make it on you."

Heather looked down and walked off the stage. She was prepared to start the practice when she realized that one of the cheerleaders had just stepped forward, with head held down and eyes filled with tears of shame and dread. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 21



It was Joy, the one cheerleader who had expressed the most reservations about the punishment. "I-I-I did it," she muttered and began to cry.

Heather was taken aback. After a week of snooping she was almost certain that no one had talked. But the head cheerleader kept her cool and tried to act as if this was what she expected all along. She immediately rushed to Joy's side and began to comfort her. "There, there," she said and gave Joy a shoulder to cry on.

"Joy made a mistake," Heather said to the others. "But it's okay because she's confessed. Let's not be angry with her. Joy, tell them who you told."

"My younger sister. I didn't think she would tell anyone else, I swear!" Joy was so overcome with guilt that she began to shudder from nervousness and fear. She genuinely liked the other girls in the cheerleading squad and didn't want them to feel upset with her or betrayed. She valued their trust.

"Don't worry, she didn't," Heather answered as she thought quickly about how to run with this unexpected "gift" that Joy had just laid at her feet. "I just knew you told her by the way she looked at me not long after you told her. Your secret is still safe." Heather surprised even herself at how logical it all sounded. Joy's sister Jenny was a year younger and also in the same high school. Heather did see her around from time to time, so the story was rock solid. She could have seen Jenny and figured it out that way, even though she didn't, and there was no way the sister could confirm or deny. She was secretly quite pleased at how this all went.

The other cheerleaders took their cue from Heather and for the next few minutes they gathered round Joy and did their best to make her feel better with a group hug. Heather made it clear that Joy would have to go through with the punishment, so all of them did their best to encourage her and get her to buck up.

Finally, Heather said, "Okay, enough of this. We still have to practice, you know. Kath, can you go get our painter and bring him here? We need to start Joy's punishment right away. Today. And have him bring a razor, too. She needs to be shaved first."

Katherine was irked to be called "Kath" and incredulous that Heather had just pretty much given away to the other cheerleaders the identity of who had painted her and Kim. "What makes you think you can just summon him like that? He's got class to attend. And what makes you think he's got paint and a razor to do your every whim at a moment's notice?" 

Katherine's eyes flashed with anger, which was something to see, because she very rarely got angry. I knew that Heather could pull some pretty risqué and underhanded stunts, but this takes the cake! she thought to herself as she crossed her arms expectantly and glared at the head cheerleader.

Heather replied haughtily, "I don't know any of that for sure, but I know he's a very clever guy and he can manage. He can get out of class if need be and he can get the supplies again, if he got them once. And what else are we going to do? I don't know the first thing about how to do it myself. Anyway, it's just for a short time on one day. What's it take? Ten, fifteen minutes?"

As she realized that she was beaten, Katherine went to go find Alan at the tennis court. 

Heather started to lead warm-up exercises as Katherine walked out.

Sure enough, Heather was right. Alan was able to manage. He pretended that another teacher had sent his sister to summon him for something important, and since Alan had such a good reputation the tennis coach bought the excuse without question, even though he'd pulled a similar stunt recently. He still had the paint supplies in a bag in his locker. He had all his other "just in case" supplies there too, which included a razor. 

CHAPTER 5

Katherine led her brother back to the theater. Alan had never been in the room before, since it was always locked. They had to knock to get in, as Heather was very careful to make sure it always stayed locked. 

He was surprised there was such a big, unused room in the overcrowded school. Apparently it couldn't be used as a classroom because the floor sloped so the back seats could be higher than the front seats, when there had been seats. An uneven floor was hardly ideal for cheerleading practice, but Heather figured secrecy was more important and there was the stage, after all.

Practice stopped when Alan entered the room. The mood changed because everyone was curious about what he'd do. He was briefly introduced to the other cheerleaders, but in fact he knew them all by name already except for Janice and Joy. He looked around the room and thought, Dang! I'm sexually involved with ALL the cheerleader except for Janice and Joy. That's pretty cool!

Heather looked at Alan and said, "See her? That's Joy. She's the one you have to paint." She was surprised at how difficult it was for her to act normally around Alan, but she was a good actress. She had to suppress the desire to hug and kiss him. 

Alan looked at where Heather pointed and briefly checked Joy out. Joy was rather short compared to the tall females Alan was used to, but she was not as short as Kim. She looked like the stereotypical brown-eyed, brown-haired, fair-skinned California cheerleader. Overall she had a nice body, but nothing really stood out. Her boobs were, if anything, average or less than average. But she had very big blue eyes and a really winning smile. She briefly flashed him her smile and acted as if everything was normal, but quickly went back to her worried and nervous mood.

Alan decided the best way to handle this extremely odd situation was to be quick and business-like. "I can only skip class for a few minutes, so let's get this done as fast as possible. I'm going to be strictly professional about this. Joy, please take off your underwear, turn around and tie this string around your waist to hold up your skirt. We need to keep that completely out of the way."

Joy reluctantly did what she was told, even though she trembled in fear. Her eyes were shut closed fiercely tight.

"There's nothing to worry about," Alan said as he tried to calm her and gathered his supplies. "Just imagine you're a marble statue and I'm a painter painting the marble. Like I said, even though I'm a guy, I'm going to be completely professional. I painted my sister in a completely nonsexual way, so I can do that to you, too." His words had a definite calming effect. "This is already old hat for me. And you can be sure I won't snitch to anyone about anything."

That last comment seemed to strike a nerve and caused Joy to sob a bit. 

Heather pointed out, "Joy is getting punished because she told someone about what happened to Kim and Katherine. But luckily that person didn't tell anyone else."

"Oh," said Alan as he realized what he'd said to set her off so abruptly. "Sorry. I'm going to start painting your rear-end now. Are you okay with that, Joy?"

"I guess so. Please hurry and get it done."

"I'm hurrying. The first thing I'm going to do is draw the outlines with this small brush and then I'll fill in the rest with a big brush." He began to paint quickly. 

The rest of the cheerleaders gathered round and watched with great interest. Only Kim and Katherine had seen any panty painting before, and both of them had been too busy with each other or with Alan to really notice what he did, so even they were interested, too.

Alan finished the back side in record time and, after a few minutes, had Joy turn around. She put her hand over her bush and squealed, "Please don't look at that!"

"Sorry, Joy, but I have to," he said reasonably with a sympathetic look on his face. "How can I paint without looking?" He gently placed his hand on hers and moved it away.

"I'm just so embarrassed!" Her friend Janice took one of her hands and Kim on her other side took the other. Together they gently stroked her hands and comforted her.

Alan put the paint aside momentarily. "Okay, Joy, before I go on, I'm told you need to get shaved. I've never shaved, um, one of these before," he lied, in an effort to make her feel more comfortable. He hoped that if someone else could do it she might relax, so he asked, "Does anyone else want to do this part?" 

There were no takers. A few of the bolder women like Katherine and Heather who normally would have helped wanted to see Alan shave so he could push things further along with Joy.

So Alan began to shave Joy's quivering mound. Already her aroma began to waft up to his nose and he fought valiantly with himself to ignore it. "I guess it's not that different from shaving my face. Could someone talk to Joy while I'm doing this to help her relax?" 

Kim and Katherine talked and referred to their own experience of being shaved and being a cheerleader without underwear. But they stressed only positives and, needless to say, omitted all sexual interactions between Alan and each other. 

Joy gave brief replies and asked a few nervous questions.

It took a while for Alan to shave Joy. He went to great lengths to avoid touching her private parts, but some contact couldn't be helped. He touched her clitoris a couple of times, and had to wipe off the last of the shaving cream from her skin with his hand. But he generally maintained as professional and dispassionate an attitude as anyone could have expected in such circumstances. It helped that Joy was too nervous and shy to get sexually excited in the least, so her pussy wasn't wet and her pussy lips weren't engorged.

"We're all done with the shaving," he eventually announced. "Does anyone have a mirror, or even two?" It was no problem to find a couple of mirrors, since the room was filled with cheerleaders who obsessed over their looks. "See how you look," Alan said as he handed a mirror to Joy.

She held the small mirror away from herself and finally angled it correctly to see her own bare pussy. "OH ... MY ... GOD! I'm soooo embarrassed!" She closed her eyes again and put her hands over her face, as if that would make the bare pussy go away.

Alan then got to work on painting her butt. 

After a few more minutes of cajoling Joy was convinced to look in the mirror again. This time they also positioned the second mirror behind Joy so she could look at the painted butt. That caused even more squeals of mortification. 

The other cheerleaders watched all of this with rapt attention. Already a good fifteen minutes had transpired.

Alan was finally able to move on to the paint job in the front. He painted it all quickly, including most of the shaved pussy. 

But after all this painting of private parts, Alan found his nobility slipping a bit. He decided to push things just a little, both out of selfish desire and because he simply had to in order to get the job done right. So before he was done with her backside, he said, "Uh-oh, we have a problem."

"What is it?" Heather asked.

"When I painted Katherine and Kim, they were both ... sexually excited at the idea of not wearing underwear in front of a big crowd. That would excite anybody, I thought." It was true they were excited, but much more by the fact that Alan painted and touched them, but of course Alan didn't mention that part. "But Joy is so frightened, I guess, that she's not excited at all. So her, uh, nether lips are not aroused. That means I can't paint very much of them. Which means that if the game comes and she gets excited, then a lot of pinkness will be exposed and it could be highly embarrassing."

"Hmm, I see," Heather said. "Can you do something about that, Joy, and open up your pussy lips? Maybe hold them open?"

"What, right now?!" she asked in total amazement. "No way!"

"Well, do you want him to paint that part, or would you rather be pink for the game?"

"I-I-I-I guess, paint that part. But I just can't do it right now! I'm so embarrassed, I'm ready to die!"

"Okay, okay, relax," said Heather calmly. Turning to Alan, she asked, "Alan, Katherine probably told you this would be a one-day thing, but could you come back tomorrow to finish that part up?"

"No way!" Alan protested. He was hoping by pressing the pussy lips issue he'd maybe get to see someone stimulate Joy, not be forced to come back. Being with his sister in such a situation was too dangerous; secrets might come out. He said, "I'm pushing my luck by getting out of class now. Do you realize the risk I'm taking? And for what? Just to be nice as a favor. What if someone came in right now? Don't even make me think about it!"

Heather said assuredly, "No one is going to come in. You saw that the door is locked. I changed the lock, so not even janitors come in here. Anyway, what about lunch time?"

"Well... I guess. I'm busy at the start of lunch tomorrow, though." Alan tried to figure, How can I possibly juggle this with my sexual lessons with Glory tomorrow? Ah well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. 

He concluded, "Maybe ten or fifteen minutes into lunch I can come by for a few minutes, I guess. But, please, let's not make a habit of this!"

CHAPTER 6

Back at home, Alan felt like a dam of sexual energy had burst in his happy abode, thanks to Susan's increasingly enthusiastic attitude. The only question was how eager the women there would be to please him. The answer: very eager. Extremely eager.

Susan had spent much of the day with Suzanne and together they verbally relived their sexual encounters with Alan over the weekend. When they ran out of real-world events, they discussed some of their sexual fantasies and dreams which involved Alan too. 

It was a near thing that they didn't resort to masturbation in front of each other, especially when they talked while they sunbathed in the nude. (Of course Suzanne would have been happy to, but she had to be mindful of Susan's resistance.) There was a lot of talk about just how "squishy" they were, though. That became the operative word, "squish." For instance, if Suzanne asked Susan for feedback from a story, Susan might reply, "Oh, so arousing! That was a three-squisher. Squish! Squish! Squish!" 

Meanwhile both of them would furtively rub their legs together and rub their pussies onto most any object that presented itself. 

Susan frequently sat up in her lawn chair as if she leaned towards Suzanne in rapt interest, but she really sat that way so she could sit with a particular metal bar of the lawn chair between her legs. Then she slid up and down it as unobtrusively as she could. The bar helped, but wasn't quite enough to get her off. Susan grew to think of it as a game and tried to get away with as much as she could without Suzanne noticing. 

Suzanne noticed all this, but pretended not to, and subtly tried to encourage Susan to do new things.

The end result was that Susan was kept almost constantly horny, but rarely had any chance at relief. Only when Suzanne left could she run to her room and bring herself off. But Suzanne was over at her house nearly the whole day. She wanted to leave Susan as hot as an oven for when Alan returned in the hopes that would spur Susan to break yet more of her boundaries.

So when Alan got home from school, Susan practically attacked him. She met him as walked through the front door, and said, "How ya doing, Tiger? Need any help with your problem?"

Alan looked at her and blinked in surprise. She was dressed in nothing but a towel and held a bottle of liquid soap in her hand. Every day was filled with more pleasant surprises from her. He asked, "Did you just take a shower?"

"Yes. Funny coincidence, that."

"Mom, you never take a shower at this time of day." He reached out and touched some of her hair that wasn't wrapped in a towel. "Not only that, but your hair isn't even wet. Not in the slightest."

"Oopsie. You got me. Sorry, Son. But sometimes your mommy gets so horny for cock that she can't even think straight."

Alan smiled wolfishly at his mother and stepped closer to her so that their bodies were mere inches from each other. "Is this one of those times?" he asked in a low whisper in her ear.

"All the time is 'horny for cock time' with your new-and-improved mother, Tiger," she answered with a slight blush as Alan stepped away again to better appreciate the view. "Not only that, but this stupid towel is far too short, don't you think?" She wiggled in distress and tried to pull the towel down a bit further to make sure it covered her pussy. That only caused it to slide farther down her boobs.

"You're right. Not a good towel for you. Here, let me help you with that." Alan gave the towel a yank and pulled it clean away from her. He threw it across the room.

She squealed and pretended distress. "Oh, Tiger, now I'm all naked! Whatever will I do?" Even as she said this, the fingers on a hand feigning to cover up a tit acted on its own and tweaked one of her nipples. And her hand covering her pussy was doing more than just covering it - a finger subtly pushed into her clit.

"I'm sure you'll think of something," he quipped. He was in a very relaxed mood indeed. His calm sense of control and security gave him the courage to yank away the towel, something he normally wouldn't do. 

They stood right next to the underwear cabinet where Susan had lots of clothes to wear, but that's not what she really wanted. She grabbed the zipper of his shorts. "But, Tiger. I lied to you about the shower. I just wanted to run around in a towel so it could fall off and my own son could see me naked. Isn't that too naughty? What kind of mommy willfully flaunts her naked body for her son? Don't you think I deserve to be punished?"

"I do," he said, smiling with an agreeable nod. The reminder of punishment brought back to him just how sexually pent-up he'd been from his experience with Joy not too long before. "Why don't you drop to your knees and suck my cock? Worship my prick with your tongue. I think, then, you'll begin to see the error of your ways."

"I'm way ahead of you there, Son." She already pulled his shorts down his legs. "I don't know if I can learn my lesson in just one day, though. It might take me YEARS of daily cocksucking to even BEGIN to see the errors of my ways. If that's gonna be my punishment, then I guess I'll just have to suck it up and submit." She was on her knees by this time and slowly fed the penis into her mouth.

Alan grabbed the top of her head and pulled the towel she'd wrapped her hair in clean off. He grasped her hair tightly and held on as her mouth tried to mate with his penis. "Mmmm. Now this is a nice welcome home," Alan mumbled. "Hey, Mom, rub your tits up against my legs while you're doing that, okay?"

"Mmmm hmm." Her boobs mashed up against his skin and conformed to the shape of his thighs. It only added to his pleasure to feel her tits slide all over his skin. It seemed like her massive hooters completely enveloped his legs. He loved the feeling of her hard nipples as they pressed insistently into his skin.

He further suggested, "Speaking of rubbing, if you won't let me rub you between your legs, then I hope you take care of that area yourself. Just like yesterday. It really turns me on to see a woman masturbate."

She stopped sucking momentarily to talk. Alan thought she'd say something like, "Are you sure? That's so improper." But instead she said as she reverted to licking for a while, "Cock. Mmmm. Big cock in Mommy's mouth. Fills me up. Hot load. So delish. So naughty. MMMM! Yummy, yummy cock. Mmmm...." She fingered her clit and as she grew more excited she slurped even louder than before.

With the mention of punishing her, he felt inspired to reach down and playfully slap her on the butt. It was far too mild a slap to count as a spanking, but it seemed to drive Susan into a frenzy. She nearly came on the spot and sucked on his erection like it was the most important task in her entire life. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 21



That inspired Alan to slap her a few more times as he said, "Bad mom! Bad mommy! Bad moms get spanked!"

Those slaps, plus his inadvertent use of the word "mommy" pushed her over the edge and she had a great cum. But she never took his pole out of her mouth and soon enough she was happily slurping on it again. 

She spent a long time sucking him. Suzanne had also told her a lot about deep throating earlier in the day and she tried her best to do it, but she couldn't get the hang of it at all. She had to give up again, but that didn't stop him from firing several ropes of cum down her throat anyway. And, even though she hadn't told Alan that she'd try to deep throat him, he appreciated the attempt and was quite pleased.

When Susan was done, she said, "God, I love this. That's what I call a fun way to spend the afternoon. Each time it happens, I love it more. Look what you turned me into. I'm hopelessly addicted to your cock." But she wasn't mad. 

"Phew! God, that was good."

"Son, now don't use the Lord's name in vain. But on a completely different note, I love the way you treated me. Especially when you said that bad mommies get spanked. That is SO TRUE!"

Alan looked at his mother. She was still naked and sitting on the floor. He could see rivulets of pussy juice rolling down her thighs and her body was covered in sweat. He was momentarily overwhelmed by an urge to fuck her. But his penis was flaccid and the urge passed. He just shook his head in wonder at the situation.

Feeling deeply satisfied, he went to his room to sleep after he kissed her on the cheek in appreciation. 

Susan was satisfied, too, because she had a second climax the same time he had his, greatly helped by her fingers deep up her pussy. She didn't want the fun to end, but also didn't want to interfere with his nap. So she walked around naked until she heard the sound of Katherine coming home about fifteen minutes later.

After Alan woke up he tried but failed to actually do some homework. There were too many women on his mind. The situation at school had just gotten a lot more complicated and he wondered what the new painting duties portended. He pondered the mystery of his mother: so eager for cocksucking, but so disturbed by the thought of actual intercourse. He didn't let anyone know he was awake because he just wanted to spend some time alone in his room.

Meanwhile, Suzanne came over again and did some nude sunbathing with Katherine. It was actually fairly absurd for her to sunbathe, as she'd done it with Susan for about two hours earlier in the day. But Katherine and Susan both loved the feeling of being naked now, so they understood Suzanne's desire for nakedness completely. The sunbathing was just a thin excuse to get naked. 

In Suzanne's case, it wasn't even real sunbathing. She generally sat on a lawn chair under the shade of some nearby trees or an umbrella. If any sun actually hit her fair skin, she had some powerfully strong suntan lotion, so she never got tanned in any event. 

Katherine's tan, on the other hand, had developed nicely to a rich light bronze that she thought offset her areola quite impressively. She was eager to finally get rid of her tan lines from her previous bathing suit, but they were slow to go away. She and Suzanne spent a long time putting suntan lotion on each other, but they had to behave themselves since Susan could see them clearly from where she worked in the kitchen.

The two of them moved into the house as it began to grow dark and they talked to Susan while she continued to prepare dinner. They were still naked from the sunbathing. 

Susan, who actually wore a fair amount of clothing to cook in, had come down from her sexual high some time earlier and insisted that they put some clothes on.

But they delayed doing so with more chit-chat. Alan finally came downstairs and still the two of them remained naked. Such nakedness was hardly a big deal anymore. 

Susan protested, "Oh come on! Now you two really have to put some clothes on."

But Suzanne said, "Why? All we're doing is helping with visual stimulation. Maybe Sweetie here will get hard as a result and one of us will have to help bring his 'swelling' down. Maybe even you. In fact, Susan, I'm thinking you're the one who is overdressed. Don't you want to join us?"

Susan grumbled, "I have to cook dinner," and she turned back to her task at hand.

Just before Suzanne had to leave to her own home for dinner, Katherine asked, "Suzanne, can I ask you a big favor?"

"Sure kiddo, what is it?"

"You should have seen the way Alan went wild for Mom's nightie this morning. I'm so jealous of my mother!" 

Susan, who stood close by, blushed with pleasure at remembrance of the morning. 

Alan also listened in from across the dining room while his eyes went back and forth between the naked bodies of Katherine and Suzanne. 

"He's so into that nightie and lingerie stuff, and I never knew it. Could you please, please, please go shopping tonight and pick up some sexy lingerie stuff for me? I want to look really good for him tomorrow morning."

"Sure. I know just the place. In fact, since your mom doesn't like us just standing around naked, let me show you an item I got there and haven't worn for Alan yet." Suzanne walked up to the underwear cabinet in the front entrance way and picked out a top. She walked back to the kitchen counter to put it on, since she knew Alan could see them well enough from there, and he would appreciate the show. 

It was a red and black leather top that left Suzanne's shoulders, tits and stomach uncovered. "Check this out," as she pirouetted for them. "This is pretty typical of the stuff they have. They've got a lot of S and M themed stuff."

Alan grinned with delight, and the others saw his reaction. 

Katherine clapped her hands together in glee and thought, This is exactly the kind of thing I need to compete with Mom. "Wow, that's a pretty neat outfit. Cool. But why the pained expression?"

"I have a problem buying certain items. It's hard to find clothes designed for larger breasted women like me. I should have gotten a larger size. I was so keen on getting something really tight to really please you-know-who" - she nodded her head in Alan's direction - " and this fits nicely everywhere, but it really cuts into my boobs. You get used to it after a while, though. It would be the perfect thing to wear when you're mixing pleasure and pain in a spanking or something like that." 

She added to herself, As a matter of fact, I think I'll wear this very thing the first time I get to spank Alan. When am I going to get a chance to do that? Not only do I need to find him alone, which is nearly impossible these days, but I've got to find a half-plausible excuse to punish him to make it really fun. But he's such a good kid, except for a few things he's keeping from his mother these days.

Katherine raised her voice, and said to Alan, "What do you think, Big Brother? Like this kinky stuff?"

He had been watching intently even as he still made a pretense to be reading. But he gave up the pretense and looked up at his sister. "Definitely. Though, I like my little sister's outfit just as much." 

Katherine was still buck naked, standing just a few feet away from him. She pirouetted around for him in response. 

"Buy some more," he suggested. "More stuff like that."

"We will," Suzanne answered. As she turned to Katherine, she asked, "But why have me pick the stuff out? Why can't you go yourself?"

"Remember, Mom won't let me leave to go anywhere 'cos I'm grounded." She exaggerated her pout as she said this. Being grounded, she knew, was both a blessing and a curse. While she could stay home and tease her brother mercilessly, she couldn't do much else with him except once a day. And even though she thoroughly enjoyed prancing around the house naked with her mother and brother, she did have a social life and missed it, if only just a little.

"Oh, yeah," Suzanne remembered. Susan was still with them, across the counter in the kitchen making dinner, so Suzanne said, "Susan, that's really mean. How can I pick out the best clothes for Katherine if she's not there? It's not like you and me, where we're the same size. I don't even know Katherine's measurements at all."

Susan answered, "Hmm... I can sympathize, Angel, but you really should stay home and take your punishment. What kind of grounding is it if I let you go shopping? And I don't want to have to ask you again: please put some clothes on already! Don't be so disrespectful of your mother."

Katherine, now standing right next to the kitchen counter, stretched and wiggled her naked body, and she urged, "Please? Please?" She looked at Susan earnestly, but in fact she was more focused on shaking her ass for her brother's benefit behind her. She bent her knees and clutched her hands before her as if her whole body was filled with yearning. 

It looked to Alan like his sister did some kind of exotic belly dance, as her hips swayed widely and her legs spread and bent down even more. He nearly laughed out loud at just how arousing everything around him always was. His penis had been wiped out from a full day of activity so far, but it was reviving just a little bit.

Even though Katherine supposedly tried to convince her mother, almost all of her attention lay with Alan, and she occasionally looked over her shoulder to gauge his reaction. She was pleased at just how flummoxed he looked.

Suzanne had an idea for Susan. "I know. If you let Katherine go, just this one time, I'll make sure to pick up some extra nice things for you to help you please Alan. Don't you think he'd like it if you wore an even sexier nightie tomorrow for breakfast? I know you only have the one and you keep having to borrow mine. You know you're too shy to go to these kinds of stores yourself. Not only that, but we'll be gone a long time after dinner, leaving you all alone with him. To spell it out, you'd be all alone with your hunky son and his always-erect and tasty treat."

"Damn you, Suzanne!" Susan said in frustration with her friend and her own lack of self control. "How can I turn down that offer? I could really use some sexier clothes. I'm going to Hell, and Suzanne is the devil who stole my soul. Okay, Angel, you can go just this one time, but you have to give something up in return. You have to give up your one time stimulating Alan today."

"Arrgh! I should have done that earlier!" Katherine cursed in frustration. "But it'll be worth it. Suzanne, this is going to be fun!" She jumped up and down for joy. 

Alan couldn't see her boobs jiggle from his rear view, but he was mesmerized to watch her long, dark hair cascade over and over as if in some shampoo commercial. Every move she made was designed to turn him on, and she had his attention so firmly that he could barely follow what anyone said.

"Don't worry about money," Susan said. "The more stuff you can get for Katherine and me the better, and I'll cover all our stuff, whatever it costs. If it's sexy and you like it, don't hesitate. Just buy it. Especially if it's for me. I don't want most of the clothes in my closet to be borrowed from you."

CHAPTER 7

Suzanne then left for dinner at her house, and not long afterwards Katherine, Susan, and Alan had dinner together. Once again, Alan was driven to distraction by the clothing, or lack thereof, on Katherine and Susan. Still trying to outdo her mother for his attention, yet reluctantly acknowledging the social norm to at least wear some clothing to dinner, Katherine wore the sexiest thing she could think of.

She didn't know where Suzanne had bought the extremely tiny bikini that had proved so popular with Alan recently, so she'd decided to devise something of her own. She took scissors to her skimpiest bikini and cut the fabric even more so there was nearly nothing there at all. It made Suzanne's bikini seem conservative by comparison. It was literally nothing but spaghetti straps and the bare minimum of fabric to cover the nipples. She made the cuts look very professional-looking so her mother would think some women actually wore such things in public.

Again she decided that short skirts were the best way to go for showing off her butt and pussy. She used the same scissors to cut her shortest skirt even shorter. They were now so short that even when she stood straight up and perfectly still, one could see the bottom of her pussy. It was almost a misnomer to still call it a skirt. Her bikini top and skirt were matching dark green.

Additionally, she wore high heels as she always did now whenever Alan was home. Only Amy was still slow to catch on and fail to join the other women in wearing high heels constantly when around Alan.

So Katherine outdid her mother, who cooked dinner thoroughly covered up. There was fat being fried, and Susan didn't want any of it to land on her skin. She realized that she was being temporarily outdone and was very eager for the new clothes Suzanne would hopefully bring back for her later.

While Susan cooked dinner, Katherine stood next to Alan and let him "get her attention." Her nearly nonexistent skirt was just the perfect thing for him to access her pussy. He spent many long minutes rubbing her clit until she cried out in climax. 

Susan, able to see them from the kitchen, was driven to distraction with jealousy, but there was nothing she could do except to try and hurry up the cooking.

Alan had learned that to talk under such circumstances wasn't wise, as it could lead to trouble. But he decided to talk a little this time, mostly to push his mother even further. 

Katherine rubbed his penis through his shorts (he almost never wore underwear any more) while the two of them discussed the merits of shaved versus unshaved pussies, the various ways to stimulate clits, the merits of using vibrators, and just about any other pussy-related topic they could think of. 

Katherine quickly realized the game was to get Susan hot and bothered without saying anything "over the line" and she eagerly played the role Alan hoped she would.

Susan had a hard time cooking. She found herself rubbing her crotch up against sharp corners, like a cat desperately in heat. After about ten minutes she could take no more, and ordered Alan to stop caressing his sister's pussy.

Katherine beamed as Alan mostly ogled her and ignored her mother throughout dinner. 

Normally Susan would have chided Katherine and made her wear something else, but she didn't because she worried it would appear again that she was hypocritical, and Katherine would argue that her rules and punishments were designed to keep Alan all for herself. On top of that, Susan was just plain damn horny and even got a thrill out of looking at her daughter's nice body, while she learned through her daughter some different ways to flash her own body. 

Katherine was on a roll. It wasn't enough for her to tease Alan while they sat at the dinner table - she made every excuse she could think of to stand up and walk around. Katherine especially enjoyed dropping things on the floor right next to where Alan sat and then picked them up without bending her knees, nearly shoving her ass and pussy into his face. At the same time, she'd rub a hand all over her ass and make innocent small talk and say things like, "Oh, no! Can you believe I dropped the salt shaker AGAIN? I'm so clumsy. I hope you're not looking between my legs right now Alan, 'cos you'd be able to see EVERYTHING!"

Susan finally complained about Katherine's outfit, asking, "Where on Earth did you get those postage-stamp things?" But her real agenda was to try and find out where Katherine got them so she could get one like it. Katherine didn't let on that she'd made it herself. 

A few minutes later, after Katherine bent over lewdly for Alan yet again, Susan happened to be nearby and caught a good view of her daughter's crotch. She realized Katherine's pussy was soaked. She said, "Angel, your cunt... Uh, I mean, your pussy... Um, uh. Let me start again. Your nether regions. They're very wet. It's just a .... big, gooey mess. Why?" 

"Mom, do you have to ask? Isn't it the hugest turn on, exposing yourself to Alan? Doesn't it just make you wet all the time, or is something else causing that?" She pointed at Susan's obliviously erect nipples poking through her top and giggled. 

"That's not really... That's a private matter. Please! Let's settle down here. I run a respectable family." 

But Susan got a revenge of sorts. Finished with her cooking, she rushed to the underwear cabinet by the front door and changed into a revealing nightie. During much of his sister's sexy display, Alan's penis was too still exhausted to take advantage, but by the time Susan came back to the dining room it had revived and he'd already taken it out of his shorts. 

Susan's eyes lit up. Without even asking him, she reached her hand under the table and stroked his penis while he continued to eat, much like she'd done for him during breakfast.

As she started to do this, she said matter-of-factly, "By the way, Son, I really have to apologize."

"You do?" Alan couldn't imagine for what. He was loving life. With her hand doing amazing things to him at that very moment, he couldn't possibly imagine how she could be a better mother.

"I just feel so bad about all the dinners you've been eating lately. We dress so skimpily, and it gets you nice and hard, but then you suffer there until you finish eating. Take last night. We got you so hard that you had to whip out your lovely tool halfway through your meal. But then it just sat there on your thigh, completely unattended until after you finished eating. That's just cruel. Don't you agree, Angel?"

"Definitely," Katherine replied staring at her brother's lap while Susan continued to stroke his penis lazily. It seemed the entire Plummer house now revolved around him and his penis.

Susan went on to say, "I think it's more important that you get instant relief than it is that we all put food in our mouths at the same time. The needs of your penis come first. To cum six times a day is just such a difficult task; he all have to try harder to help. Next time I'll try not to keep you waiting."

"And what, suck me while I'm eating dinner?" Alan asked incredulously.

"Okay, if that's what you need," Susan grinned, glad to see that Alan had said exactly what she'd hoped he'd say. "I promise I'll try harder to please you. Like what I did this morning during breakfast. Don't you like it when your mommy gives you visual stimulation" - she pulled down on the fabric of the nightie below her boobs, which caused one of them to pop out - "and other kinds of stimulation?" Her other hand jacked him off more excitedly.

He just nodded. Alan thought, Dang, my mom is one horny mama today. And it's a frigging Monday. Tomorrow's a Tuesday. I'm going to be literally and actually killed by my mother's horniness before I can live to see another Wednesday! Not to mention, Katherine is a total vixen tonight. If I can make it to Friday I deserve an Olympic gold medal for sheer endurance.

Susan stated, "Tiger, I've been thinking that sometimes you're so busy trying to reach your six times a day that you don't have enough time for things like homework. But I'm thinking if we just lightly stroke you for long periods of time, you'll be able to reach your target and get things done, too. Think of it as a stealth stroking - you won't even know I'm here. We can start practicing during dinner, right now, to see if it bothers your concentration. If that works, then we can try doing it when you're doing your homework. Kind of like when Suzanne jacked you off while you read the newspaper yesterday. Does that sound good?"

"You know it does. But what about Katherine?" He cast a concerned glance at his sister, who looked fit to be tied at Susan's blatant and wanton display. It was obvious that she dearly wanted to get her hands on her brother's dick and do all kinds of wild things to it. Alan felt that it was his sister's turn - just as soon as Susan finished the delightful things she was doing. This damned grounding prevents Katherine and me from having sex, he thought resentfully. I can hardly wait until it's over! But then again, frigging everything seems to conspire to keep me from having sex, it seems.




Six Times a Day Pt. 22



Part 22: Hot for Teacher

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 12)

The next morning confirmed the changes in routine first seen the morning before. It seemed Alan, Katherine, and Susan all got to the kitchen area earlier than usual since there was so much fun likely to be happening there. 

Not messing with success, Susan wore a nightie in the kitchen again. The only difference was that this nightie (just purchased the night before by Suzanne) was even more revealing than the last one she wore for breakfast. This nightgown actually thoroughly covered her from head to toe, except for her feet and hands, but that was fine with Alan because the fabric was almost completely see-through. The only fabric that actually visibly covered anything was a thin strip of extra fabric trim that went around her waist, and another strip that went straight down the middle of her front. 

But today Alan decided to do something he'd forgotten to do on Monday morning. When he came downstairs and into the kitchen he stealthily crept up behind her, lifted up her nightie, and fondled her ass. That was the only touching he was technically allowed, under the absurd excuse that it helped him "get her attention." 

No words were said, but soon Susan was moaning loudly with her usual "Mmmm!" noises. 

Alan bent her over the sink and the movement of his hands pressed her up against it. He rubbed his hands over every inch of her ass. But he stopped his hands right on the edge of her pussy. He was a bit stymied by the thin fabric between his hands and heaven, but that also allowed him to take more liberties without her protesting. He could see space between her vagina and asshole as a boundary area that he could slowly redefine over time.

After a minute or two, he announced, "I'm taking off my shorts to give my penis some air."

"Okay," Susan said uncertainly, "if you must, but please remember the boundaries. Remember your promise to me."

Alan thought, Damn, why did she have to bring that up? She's soooo fuckable! He took his penis out and held it with a hand while the other hand still worked on her ass through the fabric of her silky nightie. 

As he "accidentally" rubbed it up against an ass cheek, he thought, I'm probably the only guy on Earth to endure such pleasurable torture. I could just stick it in right now! It's so close! But she seems to think this is okay and fucking is incest. I just have to live with that boundary and get used to it. I have to be the good son. Obedient. But damn. Fuck! So fucking close! Well, I might as well enjoy what I've got. 

In the midst of their heavy petting, she said, "Tiger, I'm so sorry about last night. I was so tired. I didn't even plan to fall asleep and the next thing I knew it was morning." As she talked, she pulled her nightie completely off so he could have unimpeded access to her ass. 

She thought, I'm so naughty, but I just can't help it! It feels so right that I should be completely naked for my son. I just wish he was allowed to touch me everywhere! 

Alan said, "That's okay. Why are you apologizing?" 

Susan answered, "Because I failed to tuck you in and give you a goodnight kiss. It's mommy's duty to make sure you fall asleep deeply satisfied. Please forgive me!" 

She nearly shouted this last part as she felt his penis slide up into her ass crack. He was eager to take advantage of her nudity. She thought for sure that he would stick it in somewhere much deeper, but he was content to keep the length of it trapped between her ass cheeks. 

He was so involved with that that he didn't respond to her pleas for forgiveness. 

He steered his body down and rubbed his penis all the way down one leg until he reached the back of her knee. Then he did the same to the other side. Wherever it went it left a trail of pre-cum like the slimy path of a snail. 

She was moaning like an animal. She worried that Katherine would hear, but she was too hot to stop or even quiet down. 

But still he wasn't satisfied. He drew his standing body up closer to his mother's bent over figure, and imagined his penis going only the few inches forward it would need to enter into her pussy. 

She could sense from the way his legs rubbed up against hers and the hand bracing on her ass that he had his penis poised as if to strike into her pussy. Her legs slowly spread apart, causing her to slide a little way down from the sink. She wiggled her ass seductively. Her body, and especially her pussy, wanted it bad. 

Her lower body seemed to act on its own, but her mind wasn't so sure. She thought, This could be it! My son is going to fuck me! Should I let it happen? I could. All I need to do is say the right word. I need it so bad, but it's so wrong. I'd be on the express train to hell, but my body has needs!

She was torn between logic and lust. She didn't know what to say or quite how she felt, so in the end she didn't say anything at all. It was up to Alan to make a move. 

Alan thrust his hips forward. He felt like this could be his big moment, his chance to finally fuck his own mother. 

But he chickened out. His penis drove between her legs, but he purposely went too low. He stuck it between her legs instead of inside her. He was so frustrated he thought he would cry, but, by a matter of a couple inches, he managed not to break his promise never to disobey her direct commands. 

He consoled himself by slowly dry humping her, sliding his slick penis back and forth between her legs. The penis was a bit low, so it was actually squeezed between her thighs. 

She closed her legs tight and her thigh flesh folded around his penis, kind of like a titfuck. She moaned her usual, "Mmmm. Mmmm! MMMM!" 

He just grunted his agreement. Her thighs and his penis were both so wet that he slid back and forth effortlessly. It felt amazingly good - he almost could close his eyes and imagine he was really fucking. He idly wondered why he'd never heard of thigh fucking before. Then it occurred to him that if two people got this intimate, they normally wouldn't mess around with this but would be really fucking instead. 

Alan thought to himself, Okay, come on, you're inches away. Just put it in! What's the problem? You know she totally wants it; so what if she'll feel bad later? She'll get over it. Just DO IT, you idiot! 

But Alan had visions of her crying and feeling greatly distressed and guilty. Deep down, he didn't want to do it unless she had completely made peace with the idea and didn't just get carried away by a temporary surge of lust. But on the other hand, his erection and his body called out for satisfaction. As he thrust his shaft back and forth between her thighs, he could feel the urge for a proper fucking slowly taking over. The temptation was just too much to resist. 

Susan, too, was beside herself with lust. She was thinking much the same things Alan was thinking. She knew that if she gave in now, she'd feel awful later. But she was beyond the point of caring. She was ready to cry out for him to stick it in. 

But Susan had been panting and moaning so loudly that Katherine had heard her from the top of the stairs. Katherine came strolling into the kitchen and dining room area fully expecting to see a blowjob or titfuck from the lusty sounds she could hear as she got nearer, but what she actually saw took her breath away. 

"HOOOLY...!" 

As Katherine cried out, she looked closer and saw that they weren't actually having intercourse as she first thought they were, but it was an easy mistake to make. 

Susan heard the different voice and her body immediately seized up. She suddenly stood, leaving Alan's penis thrusting into nothingness. She tried to cover her chest with both arms as she turned to her daughter with a horrified look. "Angel! It's not what you think!" 

Now Alan really wanted to cry. But he too had been momentarily panicked by the voice and that had at least cooled his ardor some. When he saw it was just Katherine his instinct was to simply keep going, the consequences be damned. However, the mood had been broken. It was obvious his mother was spooked. 

"That looks like a fun way to say good morning," Katherine finally said. "How's breakfast coming, Mom?" 

Susan stood there panting for some moments. Attempting to regain some dignity, she tried to wipe her thighs clean of the pussy juices that had run down them. But that only made her feel more ashamed because now her hands were wet with her intimate fluids. Still naked, she went over to the stove, where some oatmeal was in danger of burning. 

CHAPTER 2

"Good morning, Angel," Susan said. She tried to sound normal, but her voice was quivery. She grasped the counter around the stove to keep her shaky legs from collapsing. "How are you doing? Tiger was just, uh..."

"I'm not doing as well as you, I see," Katherine replied, giggling. 

Susan frowned and busied herself with cooking, still trying to maintain some reputation and decorum. Then she realized she was still naked. With trembling hands, she found her nightie in a heap on the floor and started to put it back on. "It's really not what you think, really! Alan was just, um..." 

Katherine could have teased Susan some more, but decided Susan needed sympathy at the moment. She didn't want her mother to have another prudish freak-out. "I know, Mom. He was just slipping it between your legs. I saw." 

"Oh, thank goodness!" Susan sighed with great relief. "Because, you know, the other thing is wrong. Completely wrong! Not between mothers and sons!" 

Then she turned to Alan with mournful eyes. It looked like she would cry. "Tiger, I want to thank you for being strong and not... taking advantage of the situation. But we shouldn't have gotten in that position in the first place!" She explained to Katherine, "He started getting my attention and things just somehow got out of hand." 

She turned back to her son. "Could you please not do that? With all that rubbing up against me like that, it's more than I can take! If we keep doing that, something might happen! We really, really can't do anything like that again. Absolutely."

"Okay, Mom, okay. Sorry." He sat on a stool by the kitchen counter, buried his head in his hands for a minute, and tried to get a grip on himself. Fuck. I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown if I don't get to fuck Mom soon. Fuck! What awful timing! If only Sis had come in a minute or two later... 

He sighed and then looked up at his mother. Now she's just cooking breakfast as happy as you please. Technically she's "dressed" but she looks even more obscene and fuckable in that outrageous see-through nightie than if she was still buck naked! I don't believe it. How am I supposed to cope with all this non-stop temptation? Well, I gotta fuck something. I need to put my penis in some hole right now or I'm going to burst.

He looked up at his sister, now standing up above him. 

Katherine said lustily to her brother, "Big Brother, aren't you going to say hello to me as well? I don't think you've fully 'captured my attention.' This outfit is especially suited for just that very thing. That's why I wore it."

"I'm sorry, Little Sis. Niiiice outfit, by the way." Alan took a better look at his sister standing in front of the refrigerator just a few feet away, wearing something she and Suzanne had bought the night before. At first glance it looked like a shiny silver one-piece bathing suit, until one realized the boob and pussy areas were left completely open. 

She came closer, allowing him to rub the smooth skin of her crotch, careful not to go inside her pussy with his fingers (as per their new rule on touching that his mother had specified). But her clit was fair game, and he paid a lot of attention to it. His other hand ran up and down her legs. He thought, Maybe I'll be able to fuck her somehow before school. At least fuck her mouth. Something. Anything! I'm so horny it's nearly not a joke to say it's a good thing there aren't any sheep around here.

Susan turned from her cooking and watched her two children. "Okay, I think you've got her attention now," she said after only another minute or two. Normally she would have had a hissy-fit seeing her daughter in such an outfit, but as happened frequently these days, she couldn't really complain given what she herself had been wearing and doing lately. She felt completely naked, since she wore the silky nightie very loosely. The feel of the cloth as it brushed against her skin was a constant turn on. The fashion show was the unspoken thought on everybody's minds, and virtually all the outfits worn in it were just like what she and Katherine were wearing now.

"Hey, no fair, Mom!" Katherine complained as she reluctantly sat down on a stool next to her brother. "Talk about double standards. You said he could touch my pussy just like he could touch your ass. And you've just been at it for way longer!"

Alan look his hand away, but said, "Okay, fine. But Mom, I'm soooo aroused from what we just did that I think I'm going to pop a gasket. If I can't get off with Sis, then you have to help me. Somebody. Anybody!" 

"Well, Tiger, I think things got a little out of hand just now and thankfully Katherine came along in time. What we all need to do is cool down a little." 

"That's easy for you to say, Mom, but that's not how guys' plumbing work. I'm so hard and throbbing that I just gotta get off!" 

Katherine said, "Mom, have some mercy on the poor guy. After all, aren't we trying to get him to cum as much as possible?" 

Susan frowned. She wasn't worried about Alan cooling down so much as she wanted herself to cool down. She was frightened by what she had almost allowed happen. But the fact that she hadn't really cooled down herself made her susceptible to suggestions. "Well... I don't know..." 

Alan begged, "Oh, come on Mom, please!" 

Smiling, Susan walked around the counter, knelt in front of him, and began jacking him off. She breathed sexily, "Mmmm! It's wet and sticky already, just the way I like it. Tiger is such a good boy. Such a big, good, smart, understanding, and terribly cum-filled boy. Mommy's so proud of her sex stud son."

It only took a few strokes for his balls to tighten up. He really meant it when he said he wanted to get off right away and he made no attempt to prolong the moment. 

She quickly positioned her mouth, wrapping her luscious lips around his shaft in time to get the first rope of cum in the back of her throat. The feel of cum sloshing around in her throat was like heaven on Earth to her. 

Alan closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He was in ecstasy and gave in totally to the experience. When he came to, he looked at Susan. Her facial expression was an incredible turn on. She was as overcome with bliss as he was. Cum dribbled out of the corners of her mouth and flowed down her chin. But mostly he was pleased at how good he'd made her feel. With each new blowjob she gave, her nervousness and doubt grew less and less, and her skills got better and better. She was more than fully comfortable with her cocksucker role now. Now her face was one of pure contentment, like a crying baby instantly turned happy when it was given a bottle or nipple to suck on.

Only a minute or two after the blowjob ended, they went back to chatting and eating (food, not each other), as if nothing more unusual had happened than, say, someone having to answer the phone. 

Susan licked up the cum still on her face and then ate her breakfast on the third stool at the other side of Alan. 

Alan felt a wave of relief to finally get his satisfaction. His desire to fuck his mother temporarily abated, and for a little while he felt bad about his thoughts of even raping her. But within minutes he was already getting horny again. 

This is the disadvantage of sitting on stools instead of at the dining table, he thought. These two beautiful women aren't on display as much since we're all staring forward, and I can't play with Katherine under the table. Oh well, at least that's still doable at dinner.

CHAPTER 3

To Alan's disappointment, despite having two nearly naked gorgeous women on each side of him who loved nothing better than cocksucking at the drop of a hat, and despite feeling very horny mentally, his penis didn't recover throughout breakfast. Occasionally he reached out to stroke the outfits on Susan or Katherine, but in more of an affectionate way than a sexual way. Cumming nine times yesterday must have worn me out, he realized. Wow. Nine friggin' times! 

Alan didn't realize how lucky he was. Not only was he constantly surrounded by an incredible number of beautiful and horny women, but he also had a longer than average penis blessed with delicious cum. Two months ago, his sexual technique was nothing to boast about, but in recent weeks of near constant stimulation and daily PC muscle exercises, his penis had quickly grown impressive powers of endurance and recovery. However even his penis had its limits, and it was weary and sore after so many intense orgasms in past days. And his body was literally nearly entirely drained of cum.

Alan's orgasm wasn't up to his usual gusher standards. Susan obviously had that in mind when she placed the bottle of milk right in front of him and said, "Drink a lot, Tiger. Replenish your body with lots of fluids."

Katherine and Susan kept taking concerned peeks at his penis (which was not very hard to do since he still wore only a T-shirt). It slowly engorged again thanks to more flirting, and by the time Alan finished eating, it was half-hard. That was hard enough for Katherine to interrupt the conversation and ask, "Big Bro, would you like me to help you with that?"

"That's okay, Angel," Susan said to her daughter, "I can handle it."

Katherine reacted to that grumpily. "Hey, I can help too! What am I, a potted plant?" 

"No," Susan answered, "but not only are you still being punished, but today is Tuesday. And that's the day the nurse says I need to pay special attention to Alan's penis. You know, check it for abnormalities and so forth." Susan knew she was blatantly lying to explain the "medical need" for her to pleasure Alan all day long this day of the week, but she did it anyway to maintain some pretense.

"But I still get my one time to stimulate him today, don't I?" Katherine asked, worried.

"Actually, I'd rather you didn't." But before Katherine could angrily respond, Susan quickly added, "However, in order to make it up to you, you can do him twice each day through to Friday to make up for it. How's that for a deal? Three for one."

"Well.... Okay, I guess," Katherine grudgingly admitted. "You must really have a thing for Tuesdays."

"I do!" Susan happily replied. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 22



And in fact Susan did. After all that had happened in recent weeks, just thinking about Tuesday in the abstract made her hot. If someone even mentioned the word "Tuesday" in a conversation, it usually started a whole series of hot fantasies for her. She was trying (and succeeding) in building on past Tuesday experiences to create a Tuesday "tradition" within their family. 

She'd already made clear to Suzanne that she wanted to be alone with Alan for the day, and that Amy should be kept away as well. In return, she hinted that she would step back and pretty much leave Wednesdays to Suzanne and anyone else who wanted it. 

With so many people now openly allowed to "help" Alan, if Alan actually masturbated it could make a number of people very unhappy. Increasingly, there wasn't enough of Alan to go around.

Susan knelt down before Alan. "Here Tiger, if you're going to reach eight times today, it would be good if you could do it twice before school. This is a good opportunity to practice the stealth stroking I was talking about as well. Can I help you make it hard?" She reached out and held it even before he answered.

"Sure," he said belatedly. There still was plenty of time before school since everyone had woken up early. Susan tried to massage his semi-erect penis back to life while Katherine remained sitting on a nearby stool, looking on. Susan tried everything she could for about five minutes, rubbing him and sucking him every which way, but nothing helped. It still stayed only partly erect. 

After a few minutes, Alan asked, "Mom, do you mind getting naked? Maybe that'll help." 

Of course she did so, eagerly, but even that didn't help. 

Katherine took her clothes off as well but that didn't help either. 

Alan started to get concerned, especially since he'd literally run out of cum the night before.

Susan and Alan proceeded in silence, but finally Katherine said saucily, "Mom, maybe it takes a sister's touch."

That prodded Susan to pop Alan's dick out of her mouth and complain huffily, "I think a mother's touch is just fine, thank you very much." 

Turning up towards Alan's face, Susan asked, "What seems to be the problem, Tiger? It usually takes more than one orgasm to cause you to give up, and even then you can usually eventually keep rebounding until it's just too painful for you to continue."

"Yeah, well, that's 'cos I'm surrounded by so many amazing women. Dang, you're so sexy moving around the kitchen in that nightie! Believe you me, I want to get hard so bad. But I think yesterday wore me out. It's like if you don't sleep enough night after night, one day it all catches up to you and you crash. That's how my penis feels today."

Susan was visibly very concerned. "Oh dear! And on a Tuesday, no less. Isn't there anything I can do? We still have ten minutes or so to kill before school." She got up, since his penis seemed hopelessly flaccid, and took a seat at the dining table.

Alan pondered. It was rarely like this when his mind was so ready for action, but his body wasn't complying. "Well, perhaps if we try something new, that could raise my excitement. If you'd let me kiss you on the lips or put my fingers between-"

"No. Sorry, but those are boundaries that can never be crossed," Susan said firmly, blatantly ignoring numerous times such boundaries had been crossed already. She was in fact fairly strict on the no kissing rule, except for the nightly goodnight kisses, which could and usually did go on for some time. And Alan had repeatedly explored her body. By the end of the fashion show the night before, there was no bump or mole on her body that he didn't know intimately, except for the region right around her pussy lips, and even that got a few "accidental" brushes.

"Except for the butt," Katherine pointed out.

"Except for that, but only with the hands, as we've learned today! And only in special circumstances," Susan conceded. 

Katherine thought, Yeah, limited to only whenever Alan wants to touch you there!

"Well..." Alan said, as he pondered for a few moments. Addressing both Susan and Katherine, he suggested, "Since both of you are here, what if you kissed each other? That would be really sexy. In fact, just thinking about it is already starting to help out."

"Hmm," Susan thought out loud. "Maybe that would be okay..." But then she changed her mind. "No, on second thought, that goes too far. I've been far too lax. I have to put my foot down."

Susan was sitting in a chair, and Katherine came over and sat in her lap. "Oh Mom, don't be such a square! Please? Pretty please? I feel like you're always helping Alan out, and I never get to help. Here's my chance to contribute to his medical treatment. He needs constant stimulation. We have to keep that big dick of his hard and squirting cum. Won't you let me help just a little?"

Susan was disconcerted that she was completely naked and so was her daughter, and yet her daughter was now sitting in her lap. 

Katherine scooted up close and put her hands on her mother's shoulders.

Susan didn't know what to do with her hands. At first she held them away from touching any part of her daughter's body, but realized to keep doing that would be very awkward, and she put them on Katherine's hips. 

Meanwhile, the way Katherine was sitting, Susan couldn't help but press her heaving, huge tits into Katherine's stomach. She could feel the heat radiating from her daughter's pussy, just as she knew Katherine could feel her pussy heat, but she tried to ignore that. 

Katherine leaned even further down to look at Susan's eyes from inches away, and now her own ample boobs also pressed into the tops of her mother's even more massive orbs. She said, "Mom, think how important it is that Alan gives up another good squirt before school. Just imagine him sitting in school with blue balls for hours and hours, that painfully aroused log of his just laying there in his shorts untended. When instead he could be shooting all that gooey goodness down your throat in a matter of minutes. All we have to do is kiss. That's no biggie."

Just as Katherine was hoping, Susan's brain was fogged by the closeness and touching. Their eyes and mouths were so close, that Susan felt a strong desire to move her head slightly forward and kiss her daughter on the lips. But still she said, "I don't know... It seems so improper..."

"Oh please?" Katherine started bouncing up and down like she was five years old and asking for a new toy. "Please, please, please?" 

The bouncing fogged Susan's brain even more. "But it's that kind of lesbian, to kiss another-" 

"Of course not, Mom! It's just a kiss. It's not like we're doing something sexual." Katherine slid forward and shifted her weight so she was more on top of Susan's right leg than her left. She made sure that Susan could feel her shaved pussy riding against the skin of her leg. "Besides, just think of that thick meat sliding between your lips. Think of that sperm explosion just waiting to pour down your throat!"

Susan couldn't take any more and her defenses crumbled. "Since we're in a bit of a hurry, I guess it's okay. But just this once." As an afterthought she asked Katherine, "Are you sure about this, Angel?" Susan's hands unconsciously moved forward from Katherine's hips until they were firmly grasping both of Katherine's ass cheeks. 

"Very sure. Anything to help Alan," Katherine answered, secretly much more delighted than she was letting on. All of Susan's teasing that morning had gotten to her. She had to restrain herself not to hump her pussy wildly on Susan's thigh. 

CHAPTER 4 

They both stood up, to make it easier to kiss. It was easy for their lips to meet that way, because Katherine was almost exactly as tall as her mother.

Susan leaned forward and quickly kissed Katherine on the cheek. Then she turned towards Alan. "How was that?"

He started rubbing his penis, now almost full sized from seeing Katherine bouncing on Susan's lap. "That's not what I meant. I meant a full, passionate kiss on the lips."

Before Susan fully processed his words, she said, "Don't do that," chastising his masturbation. "You should never have to do that, if one of us is nearby. Remember how it can distort your penis, and don't get me started on the moral and religious implication. Come here." 

Alan stood up and walked right up to Susan. 

She moved his hand away from his penis and replaced it with one of her own. She didn't even have to think about stroking it - her hands did it automatically as if that was the task they were born to do. Stroking his penis made her deeply content and put her worried mind at ease about the kissing problem. 

She again pondered his words about kissing her daughter on the lips. With her hand going to town on his penis, she was amenable to most anything, and easily deceived herself. She didn't even logically realize that if his penis was now nearly fully hard, there was no need for the kiss any more. Lust took over. 

She justified to herself, I have no desire to kiss my daughter, and in fact I have no interest or experience in women at all. Since it doesn't affect me, then there's nothing wrong with doing this to help him out. 

In thinking that she had no lesbian desires, she conveniently ignored thinking about all of the times recently she'd been lustfully staring at other women's bodies. In particular, the fashion show the night before had been a real watershed for her. She would have repeatedly creamed herself looking at Suzanne, Katherine, and Amy strut their stuff even if she hadn't had Alan's penis sliding in her hand most of the evening.

Finally, she said to Alan, "All right, since today is a Tuesday, I'll go the extra mile for you and try a kiss on the lips. But just this one time, and I really mean that. Are you ready, Angel?" She temporarily took her hand off of her son's hard-on to give the kiss more of her attention.

She leaned forward and drew Katherine in with both of her hands. Then she kissed Katherine tentatively on the lips, but refrained from using her tongue. 

At first Katherine was shocked. She was big on the idea of kissing her mother like this in theory, but actually kissing one's mother in practice took some getting used to. But by and by she grew more enthusiastic, drawing her mother into a close embrace and probing her mouth with her tongue. 

As the kiss went on, Katherine pressed their boobs together, making sure it was done at an angle that Alan could see and appreciate. 

After a minute or two, Susan managed to remember to return one hand to Alan's erection, and still kept on kissing. But she still did little with her tongue, even as Katherine hungrily explored Susan's mouth. 

"Is that enough already?" Susan asked as she finally broke off the kiss.

"Wow, that's perfect!" Alan cried. "But I'm still not all the way up. Just keep going like that!"

Susan knew Alan's penis well and knew it was as hard as it got. In fact, it finally dawned on her that with the penis so hard the whole kissing excuse was moot. But she kissed her daughter again anyway. She also began responding more enthusiastically to the kissing, finally moving her tongue into her daughter's mouth. 

Neither Katherine nor Susan had ever really touched each other since Katherine was small, except for the usual hugs, so this was a new and strange experience for both of them. Their tongues now battled each other delightfully.

Susan explored Katherine's back with her free hand, and Katherine's hands ran all over her mother. Susan was too shy to rub Katherine's pussy, even though she'd been checking out the outfit Katherine was wearing that morning and had repeatedly wondered what it was like to touch it. 

As they continued to deeply explore each other's mouths, Susan realized that somehow one of her legs had found itself between Katherine's legs. She had to fight the urge to make her usual "Mmmm" noises she made when she got aroused, because she wasn't supposed to be aroused. 

Katherine was bouncing up and down a bit and thus rubbing her moist crotch up and down the skin of Susan's thigh.

After another minute, Alan said, "Whoa, thanks helping out so much. I don't think I can last for long." 

Susan immediately pulled away from her daughter, knelt, and devoted her full attention to Alan's erection. She took his hardness into her mouth and milked him with her tongue, but in fact he wasn't quite ready to blow, so she just kept sucking and licking. 

Katherine watched jealously. She trailed one hand down to Susan's ass and finally, reluctantly, let go. She remained standing right behind Susan, impatiently waiting for the blowjob to end. 

But Alan was really holding out well now. He'd cum not long before, and the weariness of his penis now came in handy as a slight dullness to the sensations in his penis allowed him to endure. 

Katherine was impressed. "My God, Bro. Wasn't the kissing enough for you?" 

Alan just responded with a passionate grunt. Even though he wasn't ready to cum yet, he was right on the edge. 

Susan was impressed too. Aware that her children had to go to school, she began fondling his balls as well in hopes of speeding things up. 

After a couple more minutes, Katherine placed a hand on Susan's hair and began caressing it. She asked, "How's it going, Mom? Is he getting close to finishing?"

Susan bobbed her head up and down even more than usual in an attempt to indicate yes. 

Katherine continued to caress the long and silky hair, now with both hands. She ran her hands all the way down Susan's bare back repeatedly, nearly reaching her butt. 

After a few more minutes of this, Alan still wasn't blowing his load, so Katherine started giving advice. "More tongue, Mom, more tongue. Are you hitting the special spot right under the mushroom head? 'Cos that's my favorite. He loves that." 

Susan mmmm-hmmed a reply.

Katherine continued with more advice, even though she was no better at blowjobs than Susan was. In fact, Susan was markedly better due to more recent practice and more advice from Suzanne. 

Then Katherine said, "Mom, maybe you need longer stroking. Bob your head more. You gotta go all the way in and all that way back. Like this." Both of Katherine's hands were already on Susan's head, but now she pushed Susan forward and then pulled her back. "Come on, Mom, bob your head more. More!" Katherine pushed and pulled Susan's head back and forth over the full length of Alan's shaft.

Susan initially resented the advice and especially resented being pushed. She thought she knew what she was doing perfectly well. But as Katherine continued to force her head into Alan's crotch, Susan found herself loving being roughly handled. She stopped moving her head at all on her own, forcing Katherine to move it even more, so it was really like Katherine was fucking Alan's penis, using Susan's mouth as a tool. 

The idea of being used that way made Susan so hot that she reached down and launched into a great climax merely from lightly touching her clit. When she climaxed, her whole body shook in a special way. 

Alan could tell what was happening just by the way her mouth quivered around his penis. This finally brought him over the edge. It was like flood gates of cum opened up, and a torrent of cum overwhelmed his mother's mouth. 

But Susan somehow managed to drink it nearly all up - she now considered herself an expert at swallowing an entire load, no matter how big. Actually, should could have taken it all down, but one thing Suzanne had taught her was to always leave a little dribble running down the chin as a visual reminder of the blowjob, so she made sure to do that.

As Alan finished his orgasm, and while Susan's lips were still wrapped around his deflating organ, he exclaimed, "I can't believe how horny that made me. I don't know what it is, but for guys there's nothing more exciting than seeing two women together. I swear, that could have raised the penis of a dead man!"

Susan lovingly licked his penis clean. She got off knowing that her daughter was still intently watching. She found herself putting on a show for her. 

When Susan finished, she looked up to the kitchen clock. "Anything to help, Tiger. Though Angel, I think I could handle things myself just fine, thank you very much. I hope you enjoyed the show though, Son, 'cos that kind of kissing is not going to happen again around here. Kissing my daughter - I mean, really! I have my limits!" 

The remarkable thing was that Susan sincerely believed these words, but Katherine and Alan both knew that another point of no return had just been crossed. 

Susan continued like a typical mother, "Okay, we're running a couple minutes late. Let's all get ready ASAP, and I'll drive you both to school." 

Everyone rushed around, dressing up and also washing up to clear away the strong smell of sex. 

Susan though still had some of Alan's cum in her mouth. She kept it in there as long as she could, sloshing it around inside with her tongue even as she drove them to school, as if it was a fine wine to be savored. That wasn't exactly the behavior of a typical suburban soccer mom and she knew it, but she couldn't help it.

They acted like a perfectly normal family on the drive over, and all three were even fully clothed with underwear. No matter what happened inside the house, Katherine and Susan still maintained their exact same old personas outside the house (except for rare exceptions for Katherine, such as being at Kim's house with Alan). While they maintained meaningless small talk on the surface, on the inside all three were thinking about the kiss between Katherine and Susan.

Susan was surprised how much she liked the kiss. In some ways it's nicer than kissing a man. And a woman's skin feels so soft and nice. She's smells and tastes good, too. But she's my own daughter! No way is that going to happen again. I mean it this time. But I keep saying 'no' about things and then breaking down. 

What if Tiger needs help getting hard again? Surely it would be okay to help him out again by kissing my daughter, wouldn't it? Maybe it's okay in those kinds of situations only, just when my Tiger asks for help... After all, there's nothing more important that helping his problem. If he commands me to kiss Katherine again to get him hard, how can I turn him down? 

Katherine was thinking, A month ago, I thought women doing it together was totally gross. Now I'm doing it with practically every woman I know! I gotta tell Alan to keep asking for Mom to do that kissing kind of stuff. In no time Mom is gonna break down even further and we can turn her into a bisexual. 

I just hope she can fully get into doing women! The way she kissed, I think she could definitely get into it. Heck, what am I thinking? The way she was looking at me at the fashion show last night, she's liable to up and jump me when she gets into one of her horny mental zones. Fuck, I can just imagine Alan fucking my pussy while Suzanne is doing my ass with a dildo and Mom is sitting on my face! Wouldn't that be great? ... How am I going to get through school thinking these things? I need someone to fuck me right now!

Meanwhile, Alan was thinking, That was so totally hot! First Katherine's doing Suzanne and now she's starting in on Mom. Soon the three of them and Amy will be all over each other. This is going to rock! And what's really great is that I can do no wrong. If I get hard then I get pleasured, and if I don't then I get a free show like that and THEN get pleasured. In fact, it's better if I can start out flaccid and force Mom to do new things. Fuck! Is there any limit to how amazing this can get?

Finally Susan dropped them at the school. 

They ran off with backpacks over their shoulders, waving to Susan as they went. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 22



The only problem was that school was an almost unbearably boring let down for the both of them after a morning like that. 

At least Alan had grown somewhat used to the flip-flopping between his porno world and his mundane world, and was able to concentrate on classes, though not very well. He was helped by the fact that his penis was once again dead to the world. 

But there was one thing bothering him, preventing him from focusing. He couldn't stop thinking about the dry hump. It haunted all his thoughts, making him nearly forget about the kiss between his sister and his mother. He thought, over and over, That was so much like real fucking. I was so close. So close! So fucking close! Why did I chicken out? I'm too nice, too passive. Dang! 

CHAPTER 5

Suzanne came over as soon as Susan drove her car back into the driveway. 

As soon as she walked in, Susan rushed up to her and cried. 

Suzanne held her in a comforting hug. "What's wrong?" the buxom neighbor asked. 

"Suzanne, I'm so awful. I did all kinds of unmentionable things this morning. Alan and I, we... Well, I'll just be blunt about it. He was getting my attention when that somehow turned into him dry humping me between the legs. We were practically fucking! I don't even know how he restrained himself. It was so much like he was having sex with me doggy style that I can hardly believe it. It was horrible!" 

"Was it really?" Suzanne asked as she comfortingly stroked Susan's cheek. "Didn't you enjoy it?" 

"Enjoy it? I can't even express words how good it made me feel. That's what so horrible. I have no control! And it's so wrong, but I only realize that after the fact." 

"Did you cum?" 

"What kind of question is that? Of course I came! Buckets and buckets, it seemed like. The whole morning practically felt like one non-stop orgasm. It was terrible!" 

Suzanne chuckled. "That doesn't sound so terrible to me. Susan, remember this is for Alan's medical benefit. You're not just doing this willy nilly. This is for his medical benefit. Repeat after me: medical benefit." 

Susan was hesitant, but Suzanne nudged her, and she grudgingly said, "Medical benefit." 

Suzanne realized that Susan needed more reinforcement than that, so she launched into a long lecture about the importance of helping Alan. 

By the time Suzanne was done, Susan was convinced she was performing a sacred and noble duty. But still she felt worried because of what happened between her and Katherine. She wasn't comfortable talking about it with Suzanne because she was also feeling strange feelings toward her best friend. 

That crisis averted, the two of them went down to the basement gym for their daily exercises. They remained focused on their exercises while they did them, but during breaks they would talk and gossip. Lately, it was mostly about Alan, and such talk had been growing increasingly arousing and detailed. 

For instance, the day before they talked extensively about the beach trip on Sunday. Suzanne still kept secrets, such as how she'd allowed Alan to stick his penis in her vagina while playing in the waves, but even without such details the stories got them both hot and bothered as they mentally revisited the experiences together.

The exercising inevitably got them quite sweaty, so they took showers afterwards. 

But lately the showers had turned into very prolonged masturbation sessions. With two showers in the house, Susan would get in one and Suzanne in the other and they'd take twenty or thirty minutes mentally relishing all the arousing things they'd talked about. That now was as much a part of their daily ritual as the exercising, even though it was unspoken. 

Susan, in her sexual denial and naiveté, imagined Suzanne had no idea that she was masturbating at these times. 

Suzanne of course knew exactly what Susan was doing, but didn't want to embarrass her further by mentioning it. 

As the two women didn't need to work for a living, they had a lot of free time on their hands. Previously they had spent a lot of it going out and socializing and playing tennis or bridge with other women, but lately they'd been spending more time in. For both of them, more and more of that time they had their fingers or something else in their pussies, or Alan's penis in a hand or mouth. 

So this was their "exercise routine" and they followed it again today. The only difference was that Suzanne was wearing a cut off T-shirt instead of her usual spandex top. And cut off it certainly was: it was cut almost like a bikini top, with the most of her boobs under her nipples hanging out below the fabric. She'd never worn anything like it before, but she figured it could only help to keep Susan horny.

The topic was Alan, again. They discussed the previous night's fashion show for a long time. Taking a break from the expensive exercise machines, they reclined back on adjacent machines. 

After a few minutes of exercising, Suzanne successfully talked Susan into taking her top off and continuing to exercise topless. 

Susan protested a bit, but Suzanne easily distracted her by bringing up all the special things Alan and Susan could do together now that it was a Tuesday. 

Before long, Susan was hot and bothered. But she asked, "Suzanne, you don't mind me hogging all the Tuesday fun, do you?"

Suzanne replied, "I don't mind it so much, I know it means a lot to you to have that special time, but between that and Amy unfortunately getting in on the picture, sometimes I feel like I'll be lucky to get a couple licks in a day, so to speak."

"Amy getting in on the picture?" Susan asked quizzically. "She did get pretty involved with the fashion show, but she's not THAT in on the picture when it comes to his penis. You've forbidden her from joining in the cocksucking."

"I did forbid her, but she was surprisingly disobedient last night. Do you know what I saw as I walked out of the house? Amy and Alan were in the living room alone, and she was sucking on his thick tool! I think it was the first time she sucked him to orgasm, and it happened right in front of my eyes. I don't know what to do about that girl."

"Mmmm, that sounds nice..." Susan said dreamily, as she imagined Amy naked and sucking Alan, and then imagined that it was herself instead of Amy doing the sucking. "Amy is a good kid..." She closed her eyes and unthinkingly ran her hands over her own now bared breasts. She was in various states of undress so often recently that she didn't find it to be odd anymore. But mindful of Suzanne watching, she tried to keep her movements subtle. 

Suzanne was even more obviously focusing on her own boobs and crotch as she ran her hands over herself as well, though she still had all her exercise clothes on. There was some part of her that got off on being dressed while Susan was not. Besides, her loose cut off T-shirt gave her excellent access to her own tits, if she felt like fondling herself there. 

Susan said more seriously, "Suzanne, do you think maybe we're corrupting our children? I completely agree with what you said about the supreme importance of stroking and sucking him every day, but there are side effects. I mean, what happens to us old broads doesn't really matter, but having the girls help Alan out might be warping their normal sex lives. Shouldn't the kids be dating like normal people their age? All three could graduate from high school without dating at all anymore, the way things are going."

Suzanne said reassuringly, "I think they're just going through a phase. At first I was upset last night at seeing Amy getting physical with Alan, but the more I've thought about it, the more I realize it's a good thing. She has to discover sex sooner or later, and who better to teach her than Alan?" 

She argued, "Unlike most other guys, we know he'll go slow and be gentle and understanding. He certainly won't rape her like Jack Johnson almost did. I guess trying to stop her from becoming one of his cocksucking helpers was like trying to stop the tide. I can't really blame her for disobeying, after all the things she's seen at this house. And as for dating, I'm thinking: what if Alan dated Amy? If you think about it, it could be a pretty good match."

"Hmm." Susan pondered the idea. "You know, you're right. They're clearly attracted to each other, and there would be nothing 'funny' about it. But what about Alan and Katherine? They have totally unnatural, deep feelings for each other! What am I going to do about that? If Alan goes out with Amy, that might create big jealousy problems with Katherine. I think she wants him in a very unsisterly way! He feels the same way too, I think."

Suzanne interjected, "You think? What gives you that impression?" She sounded serious, but she rolled her eyes at the fact that this was only now dawning on Susan.

Susan didn't notice the sarcasm, and continued, "It's true! Just think for instance how Alan was rubbing his hands all over Katherine at the fashion show. I really shouldn't have allowed that. And did you see that bunny routine Katherine did? Was that just an act? It's like she actually wants her brother to have sex with her!"

Suzanne was incredulous that Susan would have any doubts whatsoever that her children wanted to fuck each other, but she kept a straight face. 

Susan continued, "But when I try to keep the two of them apart in some situation like that, Katherine just thinks it's because I want to monopolize Alan for myself. So I have trouble being strict, 'cos I don't like being a hypocrite."

Suzanne didn't have any quick answer to that, so Susan kept talking. 

Despite the problems being discussed, Susan felt increasingly horny. She cupped her boobs with both hands and even tweaked her nipples a little bit, hoping Suzanne wouldn't see. "And it gets even worse! I forgot to mention... Today Tiger couldn't get a hard-on at breakfast. For the second time, that is! Heh-heh. Lordy. The first time was great since I got to swallow his load."

"Tell me all the juicy details. Was that before or after he dry humped you? Relive it for me. Make me feel like I can taste his cock on my tongue."

"That's not important now. ... Maybe later." She broke her serious mood to briefly smile as she added with conviction, "Definitely later." She knew that she and Suzanne would relive every moment in great detail, and she momentarily lost her concentration as she stared off into space thinking about doing just that. 

Then she snapped back to reality. "But I want to discuss this problem. About how he couldn't get hard." 

"I thought you said he did? Didn't he gloriously empty his nuts down your throat?" 

"He sure did. You can say that again! But it was just the one time. You know how important it is he gets pleasured in the morning so it can be spread throughout the day - he really needs it twice before school. So I tried everything, even though Katherine was sitting there only a few feet away! I'm so shameless. I wore that nightie you just bought me, the see-through one, and I was bending and twisting my body every which way. I remembered all the moves you taught me. But nothing seemed to work." 

CHAPTER 6 

Susan paused. Should I go ahead and tell her about everything I did with my daughter? Suzanne is my best friend. We don't keep a single secret from each other. I have to tell her. She can help me with her usual good advice. I really need to know what to do. 

She closed her eyes in embarrassment of what she was about to say. "Finally my cutie Tiger suggested that if I kissed Angel on the lips, that would make him hard. So I reluctantly did so, and it worked. Especially since we were both naked by then. But at what price? I was shocked - Angel really got into it. She was running her tongue all inside my mouth even as she ran her hands all over my naked body. What kind of respectable mother lets her daughter do that? And I figured it was okay since I don't care to kiss women, but I'm afraid she may be bisexual. I never considered she might be before, but lately I don't know..."

Suzanne was very pleasantly surprised at this new revelation. In fact, she could hardly contain her excitement as the implications sank in. Score a home run for the Suzanne plan! Susan's falling into my hands through her daughter and the brilliant thing is I didn't even set this one up. My plan has its own momentum now. I'm going to have to thank Katherine in a big, up close and personal way for this later. Susan is going to become an all out bisexual. I can tell. She's a natural nymphomaniac, just like me. 

On the outside, Suzanne kept a level facade. She advised, "Don't be so hard on yourself, Susan. It's true that things have gotten very sexual in your house, but that's only to be expected when you have such a virile, handsome, and sexually needy boy living with you. By the way, did you put your cocksucking skills to use after the kiss? I hope so, after all that effort."

"Hmm? Oh yes. I did. Mmmm." She closed her eyes and was transported in her mind back to the experience. "I even stroked him DURING the kiss! Can you believe that?" She added in a whispery voice, "God it was so good. But I'm so bad. Awful! Such an incorrigible sinner. I feel terrible. I almost was too ashamed to tell you about it. What should I do?" 

Suzanne advised, "Remember what I told you to say earlier: 'medical benefit.' This is for Alan's medical benefit. You yourself said the kiss was essential for him to get hard. Think how he would have painfully suffered during school if you hadn't thoroughly drained his penis first. Just imagine the poor boy walking the halls of the school all day with that stiff erection of his - is that what you want to see happen?" 

"Of course not. But still, even though the kiss was for a good cause, it was practically a lesbian act. And incestuous, too!" 

Suzanne chided, "I don't think you're focusing on the importance of pleasing his penis nearly enough, if you're still having these doubts. I want you to stick your fingers in your mouth and suck on them as if it was his meaty shaft. That'll put you in the right state of mind to think about this issue." 

So Susan obediently stuck three fingers in her mouth and sucked. The task came easily to her, as she had her fingers in her mouth a lot lately, while constantly fantasizing about sucking Alan off. She did this a lot in her lonely moments, but she'd never done it in front of another person. 

All the practice on her fingers was greatly increasing her sucking endurance. It seemed lately that she was either sucking Alan off, masturbating while thinking about sucking him off, talking with Suzanne about sucking him off, or working on her sucking endurance with her fingers. That seemed to take up a majority of her day.

Suzanne wasn't sure how well Susan was listening now, but she continued over the sound of slurping, "How many families have a son with a problem like Alan's? If they did, they'd be facing the same issues. I don't think we realized all the implications of his treatment when this started. But now that I understand the situation a little better, I have to say I'm impressed with the resolve you've shown."

Susan wasn't exactly showing a lot of resolve at the moment - she'd taken to sucking her fingers like a fish to water, and was barely able to comprehend Suzanne's words as she thrust the fingers into her mouth like Alan was straddled over her and fucking her face. Further, her other hand was busy twisting and tweaking one of her nipples again. 

But still Suzanne pressed on. "I think a lot of mothers, maybe most mothers, would have completely given in and begun fucking their sons immediately. But your 'bend but don't break' strategy appears to be working. I have a friend who's Armenian, and she says that when she was growing up all the women like her did everything and anything except straight sex with guys, including blowjobs and anal sex, so they could preserve their virginity for marriage. And it's a system that works, 'cos it's part of the culture, and guys respect that. The further they allow guys to go, the easier it is for the man and woman to keep their virginity, because both sides are having pleasure." 

A muffled "Mmmm!" was all Susan had to say to that. 

Suzanne concluded, "So I think it's the same with you and Alan. As long as you don't actually have straight intercourse with him, the rest is okay, and in fact it's great in helping his problem. Remember that: the further you go with him, the less you'll have to have vaginal intercourse to be satisfied."

Susan apparently had been listening enough to understand, and took her fingers out to speak. "Thanks," she said, "your words always make me feel better. You're saying I should actually let him fuck me in the ass?!"

"Yes! The more you let him have his way with your body, the less he'll need to fuck your pussy. Paradoxical, isn't it? Those are the kinds of sacrifices responsible and caring mothers make."

Susan put her fingers back in her mouth and nodded as she thought, Oh yes! He NNEDS to have his way with my body. It's only right! But anal sex? I don't know. To have him put that big thing in my asshole? That seems so very improper. I mean, one has to have limits. Imagine if he could just grab me at any moment and throw me down on the table. He'd bend me over and shove his big jackhammer monster up my teeny tiny asshole. I don't know... That could really hurt. But Suzanne says I have to do it. I HAVE to! I have to give him my tits and my ass. I must give myself over to him completely. I'm just a sex cow. It's not my place to think or say no. My place is just to get FUCKED! Yes! Fuck me, Tiger! 

Suzanne watched with amusement while Susan pumped her fingers in and out of her mouth with greater and greater speed. The idea of being allowed to get fucked in the ass was so exciting that Susan lost all sense of propriety and completely forgot about Suzanne until she reached climax again.

Susan cried out, "Oh!" and in seconds realized that she wasn't alone but that she was still with Suzanne, and that she had four saliva covered fingers deep in her mouth. She shamefully pulled them out and hid them behind her back, but her mind was still fogged with the excitement of new possibilities. 

She tried to push many naughty thoughts from her mind, even as she struggled not to slip her hands underneath her spandex outfit. She wanted to touch her clit desperately badly. Somehow, she managed to make an attempt to resume the conversation. "Uh. Where were we? What was that you said? Something about, uh, bend over but don't break?" 

Suzanne grinned at Susan's slip of the tongue, and ran with it. "Yes. Bend over but don't break. Pretend like your son owns your ass, your tits, every part of your body but the insides of your pussy. You may have to take it up your butt on a daily basis to save your pussy for your husband while keeping Alan's medical treatment going. Basically, take one for the team." 

Susan didn't have to stretch much to imagine her son owning her body, as that was a very popular fantasy for her already. She confessed, "I could do that. Yes, I think I could. If it's for the good of the, uh, team, that is. But what about Katherine, my sweet Angel? I worry about her."

Suzanne acted as if nothing had happened and pretended that she'd been looking away the whole time. 

Susan let herself believe that Suzanne had failed to notice her climax yet again. 

Suzanne turned back and said calmly, "Same deal. As long as she and Alan don't have actual intercourse, then the rest is okay. Can't you see how their physical intimacy brings them closer together? Can you even remember the last time they were sniping at each other? I can't. They're so close and loving now. You can see how Katherine's eyes light up whenever she sees him?" 




Six Times a Day Pt. 22



"Yeah, but... The image of the two of them together, it just seems so..." 

"And it's not like she's missing out on some great guy. All her dates before were bozos anyway. She's not going to meet a serious guy until college. Alan will be moving on to college in less than a year, so both of them will be dating others soon enough, no matter what happens in the short term."

"But, uh, what if he wants to, uh, take her ass, too?" 

"Well, the more involved she is with helping his medical treatment, the less likely she'll want to date some local bozo. You want to save her for the higher quality college material. So, if and when she's willing to help that way, and you're okay with it, then why not?" 

"That sounds reasonable, I guess...." Susan imagined Katherine naked and bent over the dinner table and Alan behind her, feeding inch after inch of his long erection into her butt hole. In the vision, Katherine screamed out in both agony and ecstasy while Susan herself stood in the kitchen wearing just her apron, looking on like a proud mother. 

The idea drove her crazy with desire. She further imagined kneeling on the kitchen floor in front of both of them, sticking her ass up in the air, spreading her ass cheeks, and saying, "Now, you two, don't forget to tend to your mother!" Her eyes glazed over; she was far away in fantasyland. 

Suzanne snapped her fingers, bringing Susan back to Earth. 

CHAPTER 7

Susan thought, and then said imploringly, "But what about Katherine and me and the kissing? Certainly you have to say THAT goes too far, right?" 

Suzanne wanted Susan bad. She'd been holding back on making any moves on her best friend, but she couldn't hold back any more. Her mind schemed how she could at least get some action with Susan without scaring her away and tearing down weeks of progress. So she came up with a plan. She answered, "When she kissed you, did you enjoy it? For instance, did you put your tongue in her mouth?" 

Susan was silent for a while. She thought back to the kiss, and unconsciously began roaming her hands over her body in imitation of what Katherine had done to her just an hour or two earlier. Finally, she admitted, "Yes. Yes I did. Am I totally awful or what?"

Suzanne was very pleased at the revelation that Susan enjoyed kissing her daughter on the lips. She said, "Don't be shocked, but I think that's perfectly okay. I've kissed many women on the lips and found it lots of fun. It's not a lesbian thing; it's just a friendliness thing. Of course normally you don't want to do it with your own daughter, but you have to remember you're in a special situation, doing it for his medical treatment and all. I think that if Alan is flaccid again and asks you to kiss Katherine so he can get hard, you should agree. Guys really get sexually excited at women kissing each other, and you should use that fact to help him out."

"I was thinking that too, but I wasn't sure if it's the right thing to do. I'm so glad you agree. You're such a great help. But you don't think it'll warp Katherine's sexual development?"

"Hell no! Women kiss each other on the lips all the time. I would kiss you on the lips every day just as a greeting, except that you've been so conservative. Think about some of our friends, like Juliana or Brenda. They kiss me and each other on the lips sometimes to say hello or good-bye. Everyone just avoids kissing you like that because it's obvious that would make you uncomfortable. But it's extremely common. It's just being friendly."

"Really? I kind of thought so, but I wasn't sure. Do Juliana and Brenda even have prolonged kisses and roll their tongues around inside each other's mouths when you kiss them?"

"Sure."

"If that's so, then why didn't you kiss Brenda like that when she came over to play cards the other day?"

"Friends like Brenda avoid doing those longer kisses when you're around, 'cos they know how frigid, um, I mean, uh, conservative you are. Or have been, anyway."

Susan was getting increasingly horny again, and said, "But Brenda has such big boobs!" even though that had nothing to do with kissing. She imagined feeling up Brenda's boobs as she gave her a welcoming kiss on the lips with a lot of tongue action. She rubbed her own boobs over her spandex suit more overtly, just as if she was feeling up Brenda.

"Yes she does," Suzanne replied, a bit confused at the connection. "But the point is, just because women, even big-boobed women, kiss like that, that doesn't mean they're lesbian. It just means social norms are different for women, depending on their upbringing. Just like if you go to a Muslim country like Turkey, you'll see guys hugging each other and holding each other's hands as they walk down the street. That doesn't mean they're gay; they just have different ways of expressing friendliness." 

While Suzanne was being factual about Turkish guys holding hands from having been there on vacation and seeing it, she was making up the part about their friends doing any more than lightly kissing each other on the mouth. But she was ready to say just about anything in the hopes that it would get Susan to kiss her, and soon. 

Susan asked, "But am I really that frigid? I'm sorry about that. It's funny how someone like Brenda would be so shocked at what I'm doing with Alan even while she thinks I'm frigid for not French kissing her."

"I'm the one who should be sorry for calling you frigid," Suzanne said very apologetically. "You're far from frigid these days, obviously. You've been a real trooper helping out lately. But there still are effects from your small town upbringing, even after all these years. Like the fact that you don't even know how women kiss here in Southern California." 

The idea of Susan being frigid seemed positively ridiculous the way she was carrying on and rubbing her bare chest, not to mention her wholehearted devotion to cocksucking lately. But Suzanne realized that there was still a part of Susan that was very moralistic and very religious. Susan really did consider any lesbian activity as something beyond the pale and expressly forbidden by God. Suzanne knew that what she planned next was a very big and pivotal step. She took her hand away from her own crotch to take another swig from a bottle of water.

She said, "You know, you've made a lot of progress, and I think you'd agree that your life is much the better for it. But you could stand to loosen up a bit more. You still have a phobia about physical contact. Relax. Try kissing another woman. We're in the very open minded and liberal California, even if this is suburban Orange County. Everybody does it. It's no big deal."

Susan was thoughtful now, and nervous. She said, "Thanks for your patience. I know I've been tough on you, like when I've gone to the beach all covered up and with an umbrella to boot. But I'm trying to change, really I am. Let me... Let us... try kissing. On the lips. If that's what the others do, I want to be one of the gang too." 

Susan was already sitting close to Suzanne, but she brought her face in even closer. They stared right into each other's eyes. Susan's nervousness doubled. Even the normally cool Suzanne found her heart pounding with nervous anticipation.

Suzanne was also understandably delighted. We're going to really kiss? Damn, why didn't I try this line of argument years ago? I've desired her for YEARS. 

Actually, upon reflection, had it not been for these weeks of her sexually opening up with Alan, she would never have agreed to this. I still have to bring her along bit by bit. Gotta keep my cool and not go too far. I don't want another prudish backlash. 

On the outside, the wily neighbor remained calm. "Okay, that would be great. Like I said, it's just a sign of affection, especially when people greet. Just stand up, and I'll kiss you like you did with Katherine earlier."

Suzanne kissed Susan once on the cheek. Then she kissed her on the other. "See? It's easy. You rarely even do this much with another woman. Give it a try." 

Susan kissed Suzanne's cheeks, several times. That went well and she didn't feel so nervous. 

But then they paused for a painfully long time. Both again stared into each other's eyes again with trepidation. Suzanne was well aware that what would happen next was a big step that would permanently change their relationship. Even Susan in her erotic fog had glimmers that this might be the case.

"I don't know..." Susan said doubtfully. "Is this really ... proper?" Her mouth was no more than two inches from Suzanne's and getting closer.

Suzanne answered encouragingly, "Sure it is. There's nothing to it." Their mouths continued to draw nearer ever so slowly, but the movement was unstoppable, like two magnets. The kisses so far were nothing much, but in getting in position for the kiss Suzanne embraced Susan, and that drove their remarkable racks together. 

Suddenly, Susan pulled away. She blushed deeper and said, "I feel awkward... I mean, I'm not even wearing a top..." 

"Oh, you're right!" Suzanne said with alarm, and then whipped her own top off. "There, now that's better. We're even." 

That wasn't what Susan was thinking, but it just aroused her even more. She leaned forward and let her breasts mash against Suzanne's. 

Their lips finally met. Suzanne kissed Susan's lips while both of them kept their mouths closed. 

That much contact seemed to overwhelm Susan a bit, and she pulled back. 

Again, for a minute, both just stared into each other's eyes, as if in disbelief of what they were doing. 

But Suzanne couldn't take the tension any more. She decisively planted her mouth over Susan's and firmly held on. With her hands on the back on Susan's head, she held her friend's head in place and kissed her firmly. She should have been more gradual, but she impatiently stuck her tongue into Susan's mouth and began exploring.

Susan passively let Suzanne do what she wanted. But she made no active movements herself, like someone in a complete daze.

Their kiss gradually heated up. Slowly but surely Susan responded in kind, and Suzanne dropped her hands to her friend's shoulders. The kiss went on for about a minute.

When it was done, Suzanne pulled back a bit and said, "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Susan was even more stunned than ever before. She was amazed by just how much she liked it. 

Then the kisses just got better and better. It made the earlier kiss with Katherine feel like child's play, because on some deep, deep level Susan had been desirous of her best friend's incredible body for ages and now both of their long held, forbidden desires were coming out through the kiss. It was more than electric. Both of them had to stop and catch their breath.

Finally after recovering a bit, Susan asked, "Women greet each other like that? Isn't that kind of... sexual?" That was a gross understatement, but she was still in a heavy sexual fog. She was so constantly aroused lately that she had a hard time sorting out the causes. 

Suzanne chose to only answer her first question. "Sure. All the time. You know, maybe there is a little bit of passion in it, but the fact is we live in a society where the men make the rules. And men like Alan prefer a little bit of a sexual charge between women. So this is considered very acceptable even while men are too chicken to hold each other's hands. Imagine two guys French kissing each other to say hello! Totally absurd. But that's how our society is. Double standards."

"Yeah. I guess. Funny how that works." Susan was still reeling. The lightness of their conversation didn't match the heartfelt intensity of the kisses. 

But Suzanne knew exactly how to press Susan's buttons. Playing on her friend's naturally submissive nature, she added, "Yeah, it's funny. But if dominant men like Alan want to see his big-titted women kiss and rub their chests together, what can we do but obey and play it up to get his dick extra stiff and hard? Don't you agree?" 

"Oh YES!" Suddenly, Susan was so hot to trot that she didn't know if she was coming or going. She imagined Alan was watching and wanted to give him the best show imaginable. 

It didn't help her concentration that Suzanne's face was still inches from hers and their boobs still pressed into each other. 

Suzanne surreptitiously rubbed her own boobs in slow circles against Susan's, as if she was constantly adjusting her posture, trying to find the best grip for her hug. She purred, "Just imagine if he was watching us right now..." 

"Yes! His eyes are on me..." Susan's rock hard and very sensitive nipples frequently brushed against Suzanne's nipples. Because Susan's nipples were so very sensitive, she could hardly cope with the deliciously delightful feeling this caused. She loved it and all their soft flesh on flesh, possibly even more than the kiss.

Suzanne suggested, "Next time we meet, let's greet with a kiss, like other women do. It'll feel more normal the more we do it." 

"Yeah!" Susan agreed. "And when my Tiger sees that, he'll get so hard that he'll shoot big loads down BOTH our throats!" 

Suzanne chuckled. "Yep. Why don't we practice it again?" 

But Susan was worried about her raging desires and felt she might spin out of control. "Maybe later. I'm still recovering from that one." 

Suzanne decided not to push it. After all, they had all day together as she wasn't planning on going anywhere until the kids got home. "Okay, but next time one of use comes into the room, we'll practice our greeting kisses. Just like Brenda and I really do it. Okay?"

"Okay." Susan was so sexually overheated that she was just relieved to have Suzanne's body pull away from her own momentarily. It was like stepping away from an open furnace.

CHAPTER 8

Back at school, lunchtime finally arrived for Alan. That meant two unusual appointments for any student: an orgasm administered by his teacher Glory, and the task of painting the pussy lips of the cheerleader Joy. If my friends only knew... he thought, for what seemed to be the millionth time in recent weeks.

When the fourth period students had all filed out of Glory's classroom, Alan said to his favorite teacher as she sat on the edge of her desk, "Sorry Glory, but I'm sure I can't get it up today. My penis is reaaaally hurting. There's just no way."

"I like a good challenge," she responded. "Let me see what I can do with it." She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him close until his legs interlocked with hers.

"No, please, really. It's not that I can't get it up, it just hurts too much." Actually he probably could get it up, and it didn't hurt terribly badly, but he figured he needed to save himself for after school. His mother at breakfast had sounded extremely keen about helping him later, and he didn't want to let her down on a Tuesday.

"Oh. Bummer." Glory was very let down. "We've been doing some fun role plays lately. I was hoping we could do something like that today. And to be completely honest, I've been hoping and longing that I could be with you more than just during these lunches. You say you can't see me after school this week, and you're penis is all worn out, probably from overwork. Tell me, young man, am I competing against a whole battalion of women or something?"

"No. It's not like that at all. For one thing, you know I've been grounded. And, okay, obviously you're not the only one. You know that. I do want to spend more time with you, too. But it's taboo for you and me to meet outside of school even when I'm not grounded, so our options are so limited."

"Now, wait just a minute. Who says we can't meet outside of school? That's a social rule, but rules are meant to be broken." She rubbed her hands against his chest as she talked.

"But if you and I were caught in an intimate position couldn't you lose your job? And what about your boyfriend?"

"Well, there is that. Damn. Don't remind me. I honestly don't care much about the boyfriend any more. The thrill is gone. My thrill now, frankly, is with you. He and I are going through the slow process of breaking up. It's a bit messy and slow because we share some big possessions." 

She added, "But I don't want to lose my job. Realistically though, we're in more danger of getting caught here at school than somewhere else. Somewhere else, first off someone would have to recognize both of us, and I look pretty different when I'm not all dressed up in my school teacher garb. Then they still would have to prove it to some school official, which they may not want to do or be able to do. Whereas any school official could walk in here any minute. You know there are master keys that work every door."

"There are? Oh shit! And that doesn't bother you?"

"It does. But the odds of someone like that coming in here during lunch are astronomically small. Unless rumors start spreading, that is, and I keep my ears to the ground and know those better than anyone. But maybe it would actually be safer to meet sometimes outside of school. What do you think? You could go to the beach, and I could just happen to wind up at the same beach. Wouldn't you like to meet the real 'Surfer Girl' in the flesh?"

"Would I ever! What a great idea. But beaches are so crowded and full of people my age."

"Not all beaches are crowded. And everyone at this school just goes to the couple of closest beaches. Travel a few miles north or south and you never see anyone you know. Believe me, I do that all the time, and I know. I could chart it on a graph, the odds of running into someone. I'm thinking in particular there's a nice nude beach a ways from here. I surf there a lot and have never seen a single soul from this school there. There are big cliff walls making it really hard to reach, but it's really beautiful."

"Sounds great," Alan said, delighted. "I think I might just 'happen' to go there real soon. I can borrow the car most any time."

Glory couldn't resist pointing out, "You must be the only kid in a family as wealthy as yours to not have your own car. But in any case, when can we do it? How about this weekend, or even sooner?"

"Shucks. Can't. I've got a Boy Scouts hiking trip all weekend long. And I'm grounded by my mom all this week, like I told you already."

"Young man, I'm starting to think you're trying to avoid me. And don't think I'm not mad at you just because what you're doing to my boobs." 

As a kind of consolation prize to make up for the fact he couldn't get hard at the moment, Alan had started fondling Glory's tits under her blouse.

"No, really. You know how into the Scouts I am. Or at least have been. I'm kind of losing interest now that I've discovered women. But what about next weekend?"

"That's too far from now!" Glory whined.

"But this weekend I have the scouting thing, and we can't really do it on a school day, or it'll be really rushed. We could do it next Saturday and spend the whole day together on the beach."

"I'd like that," Glory said, thinking. "Okay. What a busy man you are. Nearly two weeks from now. I can hold out that long. I'll have a special surprise for you, so don't come all pooped out like you are today."

"Cool. But just 'cos I'm pooped out doesn't mean we can't do anything today. We can still kiss and stuff. And I'd like to make you happy."

"Young man, you're such a thoughtful lover! I can't believe you're only a high school senior. But don't just kiss and play with my tits. Not that I want you to stop, mind you, but there's so much more. You've got a lot more erogenous zones than just the penis. Let me show you a few things."

"I know some of that already. I've learned a woman has seventeen erogenous zones, and I try to work on them. When I first started getting blown and stroked, I would just lean back and enjoy. But now I try to give as good as I get and roam my hands and mouth all over those zones."




Six Times a Day Pt. 22



"You do. That's one reason why I love to suck your penis so much. And I'm sure that helps explain your sudden superstar popularity with the women. But you're missing out of some of the very best zones! Most importantly, you have yet to lick me down there. Since your penis isn't up for much, I think today is a great day for you to work on that."

"But Glory. I'm kind of, I dunno, kind of grossed out. I did it once before a couple of days ago, on Friday in fact, with an Asian woman. She had very sparse hair down there, but ugh! Even still. Pubic hair. Gross." (He didn't want to mention his experience with Katherine due to the incest factor.) 

"Hey. How many times do you think I've gotten your pubes in my nose in the last week alone? You get used to it, and then you learn to love it. As your teacher, it is my obligation to teach you what to do. The female population of this town will love me for it if I do," she said half jokingly. "And if you refuse, then I'm just going to have to spank you instead." She said this completely seriously. She enjoyed giving and receiving spankings, but especially giving them.

"Okay. But let's take this slowly, all right? Tell me what to do."

So Glory instructed Alan on how to please a woman with his tongue. She was an excellent teacher, and made learning fun. 

Alan wasn't too comfortable with his face down there in the juices and hair, but she cracked a lot of jokes and put him at ease. He kept telling himself that with all the countless blowjobs and handjobs he'd benefited from, it was the least he could do to perfect this new skill. He said to himself, Come on, man, if there's anyone with a moral obligation to learn how to do this, it's you. Payback time for all the pleasure you've been given. Come on! So he kept at it.

He wasn't good at it at all, and didn't take to it like a natural pro as he did with some other sexual things. He enjoyed stimulating clits, but he considered them to be in a dangerously hairy zone, so he didn't do that as much as he otherwise would have. 

It took about five minutes, but he finally did get Glory off. He was greatly aided by the fact that she was already quite aroused before he started. She came mightily, and her pussy juice dripped down his chin as a result. He didn't particularly like all the fluid on himself, but he didn't complain. He did like the smell of Glory's pussy though. He looked forward to closely inhaling its fragrance more in the near future.

Having recovered from that, Glory said, "Now it's time for your reward for a lesson learned and job well done. Normally I would have loved to suck you or even deep throat you, but you say you're not up for that. So I'm going to show you just how much pleasure I can give you without touching your oversexed penis. Take your shorts off, because I consider your balls and ass fair play. If there are seventeen erogenous zones on a woman, then there must be an equal number on a man and I'm going to find them all right now."

Glory just about did find all his sensitive spots. She focused on his nipples, armpits, ears, toes, balls, and more, devouring all of him with her mouth like a hungry beast. Her hands were very active too. Alan felt like she was a giant spider on top of him, because it was more like she had six arms instead of two.

His penis grew very erect, but she maintained her promise not to touch it. At least she didn't touch it with her hands or mouth, but it did rub all over her body as she constantly repositioned herself over him and around him. She seemed to delight in running the hairs of her pussy over his penis as she slid up and down him. She had a soft furry bush, not at all bristly. He decided that, licking or not, he wanted to spend a lot more time in and around her crotch. Petting her furry mound alone felt great.

When she was done, Alan quipped, "Glory, that was glorious." Alan was on a kick about the name Glory lately. When he was around her he like to say things like glorified, gloriously, glorification, blaze of glory, crowning glory, and so on at every opportunity. He was even using these words and phrases during her class. Whenever he did, it was a shocking jolt that reminded Glory about what they did during their lunches.

As he left her classroom, he thought to himself, Dang, I wish I wasn't grounded so I could be with Glory after school too. Not only have I had a crush on her forever, but if I only knew all the things she can do to a body! Hot damn! I would have failed out of school just fantasizing all day. And now it's a dream come true, but too risky. We can't get together as long as we did today every lunch or even any lunch. It's too dangerous. But it's so addictive.

Although they'd done a lot of things, they didn't spend much time on them. There still was about twenty minutes left in the lunch period. He still had his appointment to paint Joy. He hurried out, calculating that it would be better showing up late than never. 

CHAPTER 9

While Alan was busy with his teacher, Kim, Heather, and Joy had already arrived at the unused theater room a few minutes after the start of lunch. 

Katherine would have liked to have been there, but she decided that more people might just make Joy more nervous, and furthermore, she should steer clear of any potentially sexual situation involving both Alan and those not in on their secret. So she just ate lunch in the cafeteria as usual. 

Joy's private parts were mostly painted black already; only her pussy lips still needed painting. The plan was that Kim and Heather would use the first ten minutes to get Joy aroused so her pussy lips would engorge and spread wide so Alan would find them easier to paint. 

When Kim entered (using a secret knock and password), Heather already had Joy naked from the waist down. Joy's cheerleader skirt was up around her waist, tied by a string. 

"You're just the person I'm looking for," Heather said to Kim, as the two of them undressed. "Joy doesn't find this situation at all arousing, so she's going to need some help. As our resident dyke, do you mind letting your fingers do the walking?"

"Not at all," Kim said, delighted. She put her lunch bag down and got on her knees before Joy, who was sitting on the edge of the stage. "Joy, may I?"

"I know we agreed it might come to this, but..." Joy said reluctantly.

"But what?" Heather replied testily. "How else are you going to get aroused, if you're unwilling to put your own fingers in there?"

"It's just I've never had a woman touch me there before," said Joy, red faced and embarrassed. She was truly frightened.

"I think you'll find it's as good as or better than the touch of a man," Kim volunteered. "And it's much better than your own fingers, because you never know what they'll do next. Here, let me show you."

Kim began working her fingers in and out of Joy's pussy. But more than five minutes went by and nothing happened. Kim was having a really tough time getting Joy turned on. 

It didn't help that Heather just stood there, arms folded like a disapproving teacher. Heather was annoyed and made unhelpful suggestions. 

Finally, they heard the sound of Alan's knock on the door. He was quite late, but they still had about twenty minutes.

Heather let him in after hearing the special knock and secret password phrase ("score highly" - an in joke between them from one of their beach encounters). 

Alan was somewhat impressed with her daring - she opened the door wide for him while standing in the buff. True, it opened into a little-used hallway, but there was always the chance someone else could come by.

Alan was panting because he'd run from Glory's classroom to the theater room. He had a bit less than twenty minutes left in the lunch period, and he was determined to make good use of every second. "You're looking fine, Heather," he commented. "Don't you ever worry about getting caught?" He walked in and she closed the door without even hurrying to do so.

"A, don't I always look fine? And B, no. I never get caught. Plus, I know you're not a fool and you're not gonna have me open the door with someone else close by. Duh."

Alan thought, Dang. She DOES always look fine. Especially today, for some reason. She's practically at the Susan-Suzanne level. And what a tan! I didn't realize a good, all over tan and such flawless skin could be such a turn on. But I don't want to feed her swollen ego even further. 

While Alan was thinking of a reply to her remarks, his attention was diverted by a sight beyond Heather. Kim was still going at Joy's pussy on the other side of the room.

Joy looked up in horror at the sight of Alan. She tried to cover up her naked pussy, but could hardly do a good job of it with Kim probing its depths. She thought, Oh dear God! I can't let Alan see me like this! But there was nothing she could do. She cried out, "Please! Don't look at me!"

"What's going on here?" Alan asked. He politely averted his eyes from Joy with a hand over his face, but knew that couldn't last for long if he was to paint her privates.

Heather explained, "Kim is trying to get Joy's pussy lips to get engorged, but she's not having much luck. She's been at it for at least five minutes."

"Oh," said Alan, drawing nearer. He stole a glance at Joy by peeking between his fingers. He was momentarily struck by how odd she looked, wearing a cheerleader top but only painted on underwear below. "Joy, what seems to be the problem? I would think anyone's body would react naturally to that touch after a while."

"It's just that I'm so nervous and scared," Joy said shyly. "And, to be honest, it takes something romantic to get me excited. Not just brute force."

"Hey, I resent that," Kim complained.

Alan answered, "Well, it may have come out wrong, but she has a point, Kim. It would be different I'm sure if you were kissing her and caressing her, but since it's lacking that, it seems so impersonal. ... Joy, do you think it would help if Kim kissed you, too?"

"Maybe, but I really don't want to be kissed by a girl. I think that would just freak me out even more." Her body actually trembled in fear and embarrassment.

"Hmm." Alan thought out loud, looking at her now. "I know: what if I kissed you?"

Joy practically leapt at the idea. "Yeah! That would be much better. I'm so much more aroused by a man. This lesbian stuff, I just don't go for that. Would you be willing to help me?"

"Any sacrifice for art," Alan joked. "Sorry Kim," he said, taking her place.

Alan got down on his knees, since Joy was in a semi-sitting position at the edge of the stage. He began kissing her tenderly on the face. He spoke between kisses to get her in a romantic mood. "Joy, you're so beautiful. Any man would be so lucky to have you as a girlfriend. I've already admired you from afar, even though I didn't know your name."

"Really?" she said, surprised and pleased. Her nervousness was rapidly fading away, although the fact that Kim and Heather were watching her every move still rankled her.

"Really." He had scoped out and lusted after all the cheerleaders. He kissed her on the mouth once, and again. Soon they were necking passionately.

Joy thought, Now THIS is a guy who knows how to kiss! I thought my boyfriend Dean was good, but Alan... Oh my God! So good! ... Oh, but I'm naked from the waist down! And Kim and Heather - I wish they'd stop staring like that!

After a couple of minutes Alan took advantage of Joy's partial nudity and began caressing her pussy and her butt. Realizing time was wasting, he didn't hesitate to put his fingers into her love tunnel. The pussy lips were definitely aroused, and getting more so all the time.

"Girls, I think we're getting somewhere," he said, pausing after more kisses. "Heather? Kim? I'm ready to paint." He finally turned his head around to see why the other two weren't responding. Heather was lying on the floor, and Kim was between her knees with her mouth in Heather's bush.

Joy looked over at them finally and exclaimed, "Oh ... my ... God!" 

"You didn't expect us to just sit around and twiddle our thumbs, did you?" said Heather, as she had the only unoccupied mouth. "There are much better things to twiddle, you know. Anyway, it's your fault. You got me all aroused."

"Don't mind them," Alan said to Joy, still kissing her every instant he didn't have to speak. "We can get down to painting now."

"Screw painting!" said Joy. "We have time to do that later." She gazed at Alan's crotch longingly and ostentatiously licked her lips. I don't care about my boyfriend! Kim's gossip is so dead on! Alan is some kind of fucking Don Juan! Fuck! I need to get fucked right now. That's all there is to it.

She took off her top and bra as quickly as she could. "Why don't you finish what you started, and go all the way? Do you have a problem with fucking me?"

"Um, no. But I thought, I thought you were so shy and nervous..." he said, genuinely confused.

"That was then, and with women. Take your clothes off, already! Please! Don't leave me like this, I beg you!" She leaned back onto the cold floor of the stage and spread her legs. Her knees went wide to each side, and her lower legs dangled off the edge of the stage.

Alan didn't need to be asked twice. Forgetting about his desire to "save himself" for Susan later, he whipped his clothes off in record time. 

She grabbed his penis once it was exposed, and immediately pulled it towards her pussy. 

Alan barely had time to slip on a condom while she tugged at his penis in anticipation. 

It seemed she didn't care about protection - she just wanted to be fucked. She moaned like a cat in heat until he finished with the condom. 

Without any further ado, she guided his penis straight into her hole. He pumped into her, even as the whole situation still slowly dawned upon him. I'm actually fucking somebody for once. Not enough of this. I get so much God damned cock teasing. I mean, even after weeks of blowjobs, I still can barely fuck anybody. But Jesus - I've known Joy on speaking terms for all of a few minutes, and I'm fucking her already! No way! But I am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. That's for sure. This is a VERY pleasant pussy. So warm and inviting. She's so eager!

Aware of the time, he pumped quickly, and tried to climax as soon as he could. Joy moaned loudly, seemingly not caring in the slightest what Kim or Heather thought, or if anyone else could hear. 

"Fuck me! Fuck! Fill me up!" She unleashed a non-stop torrent of sexual encouragement. Joy was also a very loud panter and grunter. She made a lot of noise with every thrust.

Not that Alan needed all the encouragement - he was ready for any chance to fuck after what seemed like weeks of sexual torture. He didn't particularly feel anything deep for Joy, as she meant little more to him than a fine piece of ass he'd scope out walking in the school hallways from time to time. So to take things to a new level, he thought, Since she's a cheerleader, why don't I imagine she's Katherine?

As soon as he thought that, his excitement level doubled. After some more thrusts, he thought, Oh, fucking you Sis, so good. So good! We don't do this nearly often enough. Here's your Big ICBM Brother, heh! 

After another minute or two, he thought, But as good as this is, God, what if you were Suzanne? Now there's a woman who needs fucking! Yeah! Take that, Suzanne! You've been fucking driving me crazy and now you're gonna get what's coming to you! Fucking devil in disguise! Take this! ... And this! ... And this! He let out all his frustrations with each thrust.

Joy could hardly believe the assault driving into her and overwhelming her. There was no point to cry out to be fucked harder or deeper, because it seemed like Alan was truly a human jackhammer. She panted louder and louder, wordlessly until she cried out, "Oh my God, I'm melting! Melting! My brain! My brain is melting! Too much! Too good! Slow down!"

Alan could have kept going like that for much longer, but Joy seemed genuinely overwhelmed. It appeared as if she was going to hyperventilate at any moment. Further, he remembered the lack of time. So he let his control go and filled up the condom with semen. He fell backwards and left her lying as if dead.

CHAPTER 10

"Holy cow," Kim said to Heather. The two other cheerleaders lay in a sixty-nine position, but they'd stopped playing with each other to watch Alan screw Joy. "Has Alan ever fucked you like that?"

"No," Heather admitted. "I mean, it was good with him. Great, even. But I want me some of THAT!"

Alan and Joy rested with their eyes closed, both catching their breath. 

Once Alan opened his eyes and looked around, Kim wryly noted, "Sounds like your painting job has some nice fringe benefits."

"Um, yeah. I must say though I wasn't expecting that, at all," Alan answered a bit sheepishly. He thought to himself, Wow, just thinking of fucking Sis or Aunt Suzy is such a turn on. Imagine if I'd thought of fucking Mom? That's, like, beyond the pale. I probably would have literally killed Joy with my enthusiasm!

Getting back to business, he said to Joy, "Can you rouse yourself? We have to hurry."

She slowly opened her eyes. She had an extremely well-fucked expression that made Kim and Heather very jealous. She looked at Alan serenely and contentedly. "Oh, Alan..." She breathed the words lovingly, as if they'd been married for years.

"Quick, let's get you painted while you're still aroused," he insisted, trying to avoid her intimacy.

She didn't feel like moving for anything. But then she realized that if the painting started, Alan's hands would be all over her pussy. That inspired her to action. "I don't think that'll be a problem, now that you're here," she said huskily. 

He leaned over her impatiently. 

She sat up and began running her hands through his tousled dark brown hair.

"Joy, we really should paint you quickly, so you can dry before your fifth period class. In fact, we've got the opposite problem of what we just had. We need you to stop leaking your juices quite so much, so I can paint."

Joy hardly seemed concerned about the problem at hand. "Screw fifth period," she said. "You did that so much better than my boyfriend Dean. So fucking much better! I mean, he's a great guy and I love him, but now I know that he has no idea how to fuck. Good God! I didn't know it could be so good. Kim was right. You're such a fucker! I thought Dean was pretty studly, but he can't make me cum like that in five minutes flat."

Alan said sarcastically, "I'm sure he would very much appreciate what I did." He rued, "I imagine he's going to find out and beat me up." He pushed Joy's excited hands away and got his paintbrush and paint.

"No, he's not like that. He's very understanding and cool. We've both played around with other partners. Plus, he wouldn't hurt a fly."

Heather disengaged from her muff diving to speak up. "Joy, I thought you were all prudish! And you were so disapproving of the punishment idea."

"I admit, I'm slow to get started, but once I get going, I really get going."

"I noticed," said Alan. "I'm starting to paint you, so please slow down that engine just a bit."

"Okay," said Joy, "but only if we have some more fun after you're done. Promise me you'll fuck me again. And again and again and again! Any time you want. Please! Fuck me! "

Alan contemplated having a second fuck with her. So much for saving myself until after school, he thought. But one fuck right now is all I should do, or I'll be all wiped out again. Now that he had more time, he also contemplated, I'm really going through the cheerleading squad. Katherine, Kim, Heather, Joy. Amy's in the bag. All that's left is Janice. I like her. Sexy face. Nice body. She'd be a good fuck.




Six Times a Day Pt. 22



"Sorry Joy, I can't make any promises 'cos of the lack of time." 

Alan quickly painted Joy's pussy lips. There wasn't much painting to do, now that the lips were fully visible. "Okay, that's it," he said after only a minute or two. "But you'll have to keep them dry."

"I guess that means more fucking is out, at least for the moment," Joy realized. "But would you like to stick your thing in my mouth?" She made a big inviting "O" with her lips.

"No, we can't do anything more right now, or you'll get too excited and ruin the paint job."

"Don't say that! I want more! Oh come on, just a little bit. I just want to taste it."

Heather was busy with Kim's body again, but she was overhearing, and commented, "Alan, I hope you're not planning on leaving here without giving me what you just gave Joy."

Kim piped up, "Me too! You haven't been fucking me nearly enough lately."

But Joy had the advantage of location. She grabbed at his penis with both hands. It was flaccid for the moment, but she intended to quickly change that. "Please? Fuck me? Please?"

He looked Joy in the eye and answered, "Sorry, maybe some other time." Are all women on Earth such nymphos? Or are cheerleaders a special breed?

Joy got upset, and nearly angry. "Some other time? Some other time?! No guy ever tells me 'some other time!'" She decided begging might be a more successful strategy. "Please, please, please?"

Alan wavered. "Well, it is quick drying paint. ... If the paint gets dry enough and I'm still here, and there's still time..."

The paint did dry somewhat, and Alan had a little bit of time. Kim and Heather were thoroughly involved with each other. So Alan said, "I suppose the paint is dry enough to stand a little wetness down there. But if I put my penis back in, it'll ruin the paint job for sure. And there's not enough time. But if you want to suck on it for a couple of minutes, I guess that would be okay."

Joy didn't bother with words. She replied by swallowing his penis as far as it could go. She'd gotten to be a pretty good cocksucker by practicing on her boyfriend Dean, and she was determined to give Alan the best blowjob she possibly could, so she'd rise in his books and he'd want to fuck her all the time.

He could have started the blowjob earlier, but he didn't want to give her enough time for him to cum again. He figured he had to save himself for more action later in the day. He repeatedly had to urge her to slow down and take it easy.

Heather had set an alarm at the start of lunch, and it went off. Alan pulled his thick stick out of Joy's mouth, to her utter dismay. But she accepted the intrusion of reality, and quickly moved to put her clothes back on.

As she dressed, she was so happy that she gratefully said, "Thank you so much for letting me do that. It was such a pleasure. Your pre-cum tastes so good. Kim wasn't joking about the taste. I can't wait to get the whole thing."

Alan was puzzled why she would be thanking him, when she was the one making him feel good. I do not understand what's going on. Period. You fuck a girl once, and it's like she wants to be surgically attached to you for the rest of your life. Geez. What the hell did I do that was so special? Doesn't her boyfriend satisfy her? 

Alan had no idea how badly most of the guys in school fucked. Joy had fucked more than a few of them. He'd truly given Joy an amazing fucking, but it seemed even better than it already was by comparison with all the clumsy and inexperienced lovers she could compare him to.

He put his clothes on faster than any of the women. As he readied to leave, Joy asked, "How about tomorrow at lunch we do this again? I need another touch up job, and I wouldn't exactly mind another fucking!" She winked.

He didn't really know what tomorrow would bring, so he just said, "We'll see." Both Kim and Heather eyed him so hungrily that he thought, If I'm not careful, I'm going to end up getting raped by this bunch. Seriously.

After the blowjob was over and Joy had left, Alan thought to himself ruefully, That fuck was great, but I really shouldn't have agreed to the blowjob. Now I'm all excited, and I can't get it down while I'm thinking about these three cheerleaders all acting so hot for me. I'm gonna have to suffer in class. 

I'm beginning to sound like my mom, with her "Okay, just this one time," non-logic. That's 'cos I'm thinking with my penis too much lately, and I'm getting to be a slave to my desires. Just like her, I'm unthinking during the act, and then only afterwards wonder why I did it. That was really dumb. Right on the edge of orgasm with no relief in sight. 

Letting out my sexual frustration was great, but I'm not going to be truly satisfied until I can fuck Suzanne and Mom on a regular basis. I still can't get over how close we were this morning with that dry hump. 

Christ. I probably could fuck Mom for real today if I really wanted to, but it wouldn't be right. I shouldn't take advantage of my mom's "just this one time" thinking. At the time it'll feel great, but later she'll hate me for it. Maybe not hate, but she'll feel guilty and disappointed in me, and conflicted, and all around bad. 

I don't want my mom to be regretful or feel tricked or pushed into the things she does with me. I want her to do it of her own free will. She needs to be okay with it and fully into it. But it's so hard to say no to her luscious body. I guess I'll have to just tide myself over with girls like Joy, until Mom is mentally ready.

Alan also pondered Joy's personality change. Was this whole thing a set up? Was she acting all coy just so she could fuck me? Maybe. Hard to tell. I'm glad she has a boyfriend already, 'cos I wouldn't want some kind of Fatal Attraction thing with her chasing me down, attractive as she is. She's really aggressive. Geez!

CHAPTER 11

The last school period of the day brought cheerleader practice. Before the practice started, Katherine took Kim aside when they were in the lockers changing, and moved her to a more private spot. She whispered quietly into Kim's ear, "Guess what happened to me this morning? Susan kissed me right on the lips! Twice. She's totally becoming bi."

Kim asked, "Susan? You mean your-"

"That's the one," Katherine interrupted. She didn't want anyone to say the word "mother" in case someone was somehow listening. "You should see what she's doing to Alan. She was pumping his cock with one of her hands at the same time she kissed me! I just had to tell somebody, and you're the only one I can tell."

Kim was already worked up from lunch, but this worked her up even more. "You can trust me to keep a secret. Damn, that's just so hot. Can you get me a picture of some more of that?"

"No. Even I can see that would be a security nightmare that Alan would have my hide for. But who knows? If she keeps going like this, maybe one day we'll just have to invite you over."

Kim bit her lip in excitement at that thought. "Can you just get me a regular picture of her? Maybe in a bathing suit? That'll help me when I masturbate."

Katherine nodded and smiled.

Once cheerleader practice began, Heather took advantage of Joy's change of mood. Although Joy was acting all shy and embarrassed again, Heather now knew of the sexual dynamo lurking underneath and waiting to come out.

Heather and Joy stood on the stage above all the others. Heather clapped her hands to get attention. "Joy has now been properly painted, thanks to Alan. Joy, why don't you show everyone your newly completed paint job?"

"Do I have to?" whined Joy. She looked like she would die of embarrassment, but she was still riding a post-fuck buzz from lunch, and was very malleable.

"Yes you do," Heather said firmly. 

Joy slowly, tentatively raised up her skirt, exposing her shaved pussy to the four other cheerleaders standing below them. Actually, they could already see her pussy even before the skirt was lifted, when Joy was just standing there, because they were so much lower, down below the stage. 

Kim whistled in appreciation and the others grinned.

"Show them what a nice job Alan did on your pussy lips." 

Defending her friend, Janice complained, "Heather, you go too far!" 

But Joy said, "No, it's okay. After all, I'm getting punished." Reluctantly, she used a hand to pull her pussy lips open. The contrast between her black painted skin and the pinkish interior of her pussy was startling.

"This is Joy's week to be punished," Heather said, "so I recommend that everyone punish her as much as possible." Turning to Joy, she said, "Hey, did I tell you could put your hands away? Keep your nether lips open." 

Joy reluctantly obeyed. 

Then Heather turned back to the crowd. "For instance, if you have an opportunity to stick your finger up her cunt, please do so." Heather led by example, stuffing her fingers into Joy even as Joy continued to hold up her skirt and spread her pussy lips wide in reluctant invitation. 

Joy's face turned beet red, but she did nothing to stop Heather.

"That's outrageous!" Janice said, angry at the treatment of her best friend. Heather's use of the word "cunt" just made her madder. "How can you do that? It's too humiliating!"

"Janice, if you've got a problem with it, you can come up here and get the same treatment. After all, remember what she did. She almost made fools of us all by tattling. But there is a point to all of this treatment. We need to get her so that she's enjoying herself shaved and naked by the game on Friday, so she can be the best cheerleader she can be. So try to arouse her at every turn. Janice, are you going to cooperate, or not?"

"I, uh, I guess I will. But only because you're forcing me." She glared back at Heather angrily. She cursed to herself, Fucking bitch. One day she's gonna get what's coming to her. I'm not gonna let her lord over me like this. I'm not a goddamned wallflower.

Heather smiled to see Janice squirm with hate. She went on, pleasantly, "At least you know who's boss. But since we're seeing such reluctance, I want to make sure everyone will obey this order. Katherine, can you come up here?" 

Katherine walked up to the stage. 

Heather commanded, "And Joy, I want you to bend over the back of that couch, so we can see your ass." 

Joy did so, though she was dying of shame.

"All right, Kath" - Katherine hated being called "Kath" but the insensitive Heather sometimes forgot, or did it intentionally - "stick your finger in there. That's an order." 

Katherine lifted up Joy's skirt and put a finger in Joy's pussy. She pretended to be reluctant to preserve her goody-goody reputation, but actually she quite enjoyed it. 

Heather had to finally tell her to stop.

Then Heather made Kim, Amy, and Janice all do the same. 

Kim and Amy were very amenable to the idea, but Janice was another matter.

Janice was the last one to go. She was still seething at Heather, but obeyed. She said to her best friend, "Please forgive me, Joy. I'm so sorry! I promise I'll make it up to you, but I don't want to be kicked off the squad."

"Oh, how touching," Heather said sarcastically. "But Janice you fail to understand she's being punished. You will not make it up to her or apologize. In fact, since you're being so stubborn, I'm going to make you put your finger up her ass as well."

"What? That's so gross! There's no way."

"There is a way. I swear, if you cross me, I'll make you regret the day you were born. Being kicked off the squad would be just the start of your troubles. Do it. NOW."

Janice sheepishly and reluctantly stuck her finger up Joy's anus. "I'm so sorry, Joy," she whispered.

"You still don't get it, do you?" said Heather testily. "No apologies. I want you to call Joy names. Nasty names. Call her a slut."

Janice closed her eyes, and whispered, "Slut."

"Let's have some more enthusiasm. Speak louder. And use it in a sentence. And let's see some pumping action with that finger."

"Joy, you're a slut," Janice said, louder but without conviction. She reluctantly pushed her finger deeper into Joy's butt, and slowly pulled it back.

"Wow. Really creative use of the word there," Heather said sarcastically. "You can do better than that. Tell Joy how much she loves what you're doing to her."

Janice tried to drum up more enthusiasm for the task. "Joy, you really like this, don't you? You like how I'm sawing my finger in your butt?" There was silence as Heather waited until Janice sawed with her finger a couple more times. Though she was burning with shame and anger, Janice looked at Heather tentatively to see if she was on the right track.

Heather nodded approvingly, feeling very smug and happy with the situation. 

Janice thought to herself, I swear to God, I will get you for this, Heather. You are going to pay for your cruelty. I'm going to play some kind of trick on you, and you won't even know who hit you or how. 

But she went on, "You're just a slut who likes to take things up your ass, aren't you? In fact, a finger up the ass just isn't enough for you. You need big things in your asshole. Big, nasty things. You need both your holes filled, don't you? How does this feel?" Janice rammed a finger from her other hand into Joy's pussy even as she kept pistoning a finger in and out of her anus, going faster now.

"Oh, Janice, no!" moaned Joy. She thought, Ohmigod, what's happening to Janice? She's my best friend! What's come over her?

"Shut up, bitch!" Janice answered surprisingly fiercely. Unconsciously she was channeling her anger at Heather into Joy. "You like it. Admit that you like it, and that you even love it!" 

Janice rammed her fingers in and out of Joy, harder and harder. Janice had gotten quite aroused watching all the other cheerleaders frig Joy, but she'd kept it bottled up inside. Not only that, but she'd secretly lusted after her best friend for a long time but feared Joy didn't feel the same way. Now her repressed feelings were coming out of her all at once.

"No, Janice, no! Don't!" Joy cried.

"You love it! Admit it!" Janice yelled. She no longer needed Heather's encouragement, but was seriously getting into frigging her best friend. In fact, she'd completely forgotten about Heather altogether, and kept pistoning and yelling at Joy for several minutes. She would have come to her senses except that she realized that Joy was actually getting into it, and that just drove her onward even more. Both fingers went at Joy's holes with complete abandon.

"Look how you thrust your hips back. SLUT! Fucking tramp! You want more, don't you? You're begging for it! You love it!" 

Janice was right: Joy in fact was thrusting her hips as if she needed to be penetrated deeper and harder. A part of her was enjoying it, even as her conscious mind was screaming not to. She was so confused that she could hardly think, and just let waves of mixed feelings wash over her.

"You fucking whore!" Janice yelled. "Making me do this because you can't keep a secret! You just did it because you want us to all fuck you! Fucking cunt!" 

Joy's knees buckled as she was hit by a massive orgasm. She fell to the floor. 

But Janice fell down as well, and kept her fingers going, ramming the pussy and butt holes nearly violently. 

Joy's face was bursting with excitement and lust even as she moaned and shrieked as if she were in her death throes.

Janice cried, "Slut! Bitch! You love it! Admit it, you lesbo! Lesbo slut! Cum dumpster! You belong on your knees!"

Heather had been watching intently, amazed at what Janice was saying and doing. But now she interrupted, "Okay, that's enough. Very good, Janice." The situation was slipping out of her control. Within minutes she'd gone from prodding Janice to having to stop her.

Janice pulled her fingers out, and stood there, dazed. She looked around at the other cheerleaders, who were staring at her in shock. Seeing the others snapped her out of her erotic possession. She cringed and blushed. She muttered, "Um, yeah. Uh, I'm sorry Joy. Heather made me do it. I'm really sorry." 

She thought, What just happened to me there? I'm never gonna live this down! Joy especially is going to hate me. Did I just destroy our friendship? She's my best friend in the whole wide world! May God curse that fucking bitch Heather. This is all her fault. She is soooo dead. I am going to get her for this if it's the last thing I do!

Heather commented, "Janice, you still don't understand about apologizing, but I'll let it slide this time since you executed the rest of my orders so well, not to mention I wouldn't want to have you do that again. Now Joy, get down off of the stage, and let's begin our practice." 

Heather thought, I didn't see that coming with Janice. Is everyone on this team secretly a sexual dynamo or what? How odd! I guess I picked a good team. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I picked them mostly not on skill but by how much they turned me on.

Joy hopped off the edge of the short stage. She kept her head down and refused to make eye contact with anyone, especially Janice. Now that the experience was over, she was already starting to wonder how she could have enjoyed any of the experience. But she didn't blame her friend. 

She walked up to Janice and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I forgive you. None of us can cross Heather." Then she nervously moved away, for fear of more punishment from the head cheerleader. 

CHAPTER 12

Heather announced to the group, "Today, we're going to do some warm up exercises, and then some running outside. But first, Amy, what are you doing wrong?" 

Amy was the cheerleader now standing closest to Joy. She shrugged cluelessly.

Heather chided, "You're forgetting something. Since you're next to Joy, please continue with her punishment."

Amy casually reached under Joy's skirt and began frigging Joy as if it was no big deal. 

Joy didn't say a word, but she didn't seem happy, either. 

A couple of them were amazed at what an experienced hand the supposedly innocent and naïve Amy seemed to have at this, but others, such as Katherine, knew very well about Amy's newfound experience with fingering pussies. 

Joy continued to acquiesce to the treatment, even as she squirmed and blushed.

Janice however, was only further shocked and appalled. She was shocked at Joy's apparent enjoyment, and appalled that Heather was corrupting Amy. There was an unwritten rule that Amy was protected from all things sexual, and Heather was blowing right past it. 

But no one else seemed the slightest concerned, not even Katherine. 

Janice looked from face to face and thought for sure she'd entered a Twilight Zone of insanity.

Every moment of the practice, as long as they were in the theater room and not jumping about doing a routine, Heather made sure one of the cheerleaders kept their fingers pumping up inside Joy's pussy. Even if they only stood around for a few seconds between routines, someone plunged a finger into Joy.

But halfway through class, during a longer break in their routines, Joy whispered to Janice, "Please make it stop."

Janice could hardly believe her ears - Joy's body certainly seemed to be reacting favorably. Joy was panting heavily, and her thighs were sticky with all the juices flowing out. "What?" Janice asked, uncomprehendingly. She'd had a finger in her friend's vagina at the time, but quickly took it out.

"Yes, I'm wet," Joy grudgingly conceded, "but that doesn't mean I'm enjoying this. I just don't swing this way. Not only that, but where's the love? I'm a romantic, and there's nothing romantic about this. Sex should be fun, but Heather isn't making it fun. I know that I am to blame. But I just want it to stop."




Six Times a Day Pt. 22



Janice was very upset to hear this. It occurred to her, This means... This means that I, she... Oh no! I've been a willing participant in all of this! Worse, I've been enjoying it. How horrible. I'm totally getting into this lesbian stuff, and I just assumed that Joy was too. I thought that she and I... Oh no! Disaster! Is our friendship over? She doesn't seem that upset, but what if she realizes I wasn't just acting before? I must really have a dark side. ... I've got to DO something!

Janice stood up, straightened out her cheerleading uniform, and went over to the head cheerleader. "Heather, this has to stop. This has gone too far! Don't you see that Joy isn't enjoying herself?"

Heather laughed, snorting, "What, we're all here for her enjoyment? She sure seemed to enjoy fucking Alan earlier, while I just had to sit by and watch. She committed a crime, and now she has to pay."

"I thought you'd say that," Janice replied unhappily. "Let me make you a deal, right here, right now, in front of everyone. Let me take over Joy's punishment. I'll do whatever you want her to do, and double. I'll do anything you want. Just leave Joy alone!"

Heather looked Janice over intently, as she considered the idea. "But Joy was the one who did the crime. She should be the one to pay," she pointed out.

"I'll take care of Joy in my own way, so she'll never do it again, I promise." Janice was very insistent and pleading.

Heather seemed to waver, and then finally conceded. "Okay. Let it not be said that I have no heart. Fine. Go ahead." She was hardly being kind though. Her real motive was maneuvering the other cheerleaders into more and more sexual situations so she could take advantage of a completely uninhibited squad. 

Janice jumped up and down and yelled, "Woo hoo!" 

Joy leapt up from where she was sitting and the two of them hugged while Joy thanked Janice profusely.

"Hey, hey," Heather eventually butted in. "It's not all wine and roses, here. Don't get so excited."

The two paused and looked at Heather to see what she would say.

"First off, you two, what I say goes. And rule number one is that neither of you get to fuck Alan. Period. The more you fuck him the less I do, and I don't like that."

"But wait-" Joy began. 

But Heather cut her off. "No buts. This is the law. Second, Janice, you'll take over Joy's spot. Shave your pussy tonight, and tomorrow we'll bring Alan back in here to paint you. But your punishment won't end on Friday, since you've missed some of the week already. I'll think of more to do with you later. Joy, you'll keep your paint job and go to the game like that, but nobody's going to touch you from now on if you don't want to be touched, okay? But you're not going to complain or say a word to anyone else when the rest of us are enjoying ourselves. And we're going to be doing that a lot from now on."

"Okay," Joy agreed. It isn't much of a deal, the important thing is that Heather's gonna stop abusing me. I can live with the game if she quits trying to drag me into her weird sex games. But what about Janice? Now she's gonna pay! What have I done agreeing to this? Maybe I should say no, before Janice has to... 

Janice saw the look of concern come over her friend's face, and could guess her thoughts. "Don't worry, Joy. Don't mind me. The thing is, I'm kind of getting into this. I think I just might enjoy some of Heather's punishments. I hope you don't think less of me, but that's how it is."

Heather spoke up, "We'll see. I'm not here for your amusement either. I'm here for my own. And I see that hateful look in your eye, Janice. If you agree to this, you have to swear you're not going to get back at me in any way. You're freely agreeing here. And you're not going to tell a soul about any of this. Especially not Alan."

Kim, Katherine, and Amy were all intently watching from a short distance away. 

Heather now spoke to them. "That goes for the rest of you. None of you say anything to anyone. And Katherine, you are NOT going to tell your brother about this. Is that clear? You saw how I found out about Joy telling secrets. If you tell Alan, he's gonna start behaving differently, and I'll pick it up right away. Then it'll be YOUR ass." 

"Okay, fine," Katherine agreed. "If that's what makes Joy and Janice happy. I'm so sorry, Joy. I didn't realize. I thought you were enjoying it." 

The others all joined in with profuse apologies to Joy. Amy seemed especially sad about the whole thing.

Joy spoke up. "Listen, I'm not traumatized or anything. No need to apologize. It's just that everyone was assuming that I'd be bisexual, but I'm not. Sure, I get aroused if someone stimulates me, but I'm not REALLY aroused, if you know what I mean. So, no offense, but I'll just sit this kind of stuff out, if that's okay with all of you. And thanks again, Janice. What a true friend."

Janice didn't feel much like a good friend, though. If only you knew how much I was getting into calling you names and stuff, Joy. You wouldn't call me a friend! Heather really opened a Pandora's Box. I think I may have romantic feelings for you, and now it turns out you're not bisexual in the slightest! What a fucking horrible day! 

And now I'm under the thumb of Heather, that total bitch, and I can't even get back at her for all her evil deeds. And I can't fuck Alan either. I was so looking forward to that. AND I'll be humiliated at the football game on Friday, and beyond. 

How can this get any worse?! At least I've redeemed myself a bit in Joy's eyes. It's going to take a long time before I redeem myself in my own eyes, though.

Joy seemed happy now and didn't realize how troubled Janice was feeling. She asked Heather, "About this no fucking Alan rule - doesn't that depend on Alan? What if he comes in here tomorrow and wants to fuck me or Janice? How are you going to stop him?" Joy was still thinking about her incredible fuck, and was determined to get a repeat performance.

"You're right that I can't stop Alan," Heather conceded. "But if he wants to do that, the two of you will politely turn him down. You both have boyfriends - say you don't want to cheat on them. Alan is such a gentleman that he's not going to go against that. And he's not much of a liar either, so I'll know if you told him something behind my back. Heather sees all!" 

She cackled dramatically, in a semi-parody of her image amongst the cheerleaders. Most everyone else in the school knew her as aloof, but didn't realize just how self-serving she was.

After more discussion, they went back to the cheerleading practice. Whatever sexual mood there was had been broken, so the rest of the practice passed by without incident. 

Heather felt a bit bad about her treatment of Joy. She'd assumed from the way Joy was randy as a goat around Alan that she was very sexual, all around. But though she was proven wrong and felt apologetic, she was too proud to actually apologize. 

Janice put on an untroubled face, but after all the other cheerleaders left, she stayed behind. Sitting on the floor, she pondered her situation. 

I don't regret that I made that deal with Heather. But I AM regretful for acting like such a fool earlier. What on Earth came over me? This is like the worst day of my life, and I can't even tell Joy all about it, like I usually do. I have to keep my feelings a secret.

This is all Heather's fault. These feelings for Joy would have never come out had it not been for her. I don't know how or when, but some day I'm gonna give her her comeuppance. But as for now, I'm basically that bitch's bitch. That fucking she-devil! I don't know how I'm gonna stand it, but I'll have to be tough, for Joy's sake. I can take whatever she can dish out. I gotta keep my end of the deal.

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NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, EBC, Davy Jones, Trogdor, Lucky KM, DD, NightShadow, Gnome, Captain Comic, and Spurtz.

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Six Times a Day Pt. 23



Part 23: This Magic Moment

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 12)

With the kids still in school, Suzanne continued to break down Susan's resistance to kissing other women. Susan needed a breather after sharing one steamy kiss with Suzanne, so Suzanne gave her some space and they resumed their interrupted morning exercises. Susan was already topless and Suzanne found an excuse to take off the rest of her clothes. 

But Susan had agreed that they should practice greeting each other with French kisses whenever one of them entered a room where the other one was. So as soon as the exercises were over, Suzanne took advantage of that new rule. She walked out of the basement, turned around just outside the door, and walked back in it. 

"Hi girlfriend! How's it going?" She walked forward.

"Hi Suzanne!" Susan said in mock surprise, as if she was surprised Suzanne had just entered the room. She was still aroused from before - in fact, she'd been aroused basically all day - and she could hardly wait for the kiss. 

Suzanne kept walking forward, then suddenly and boldly encircled Susan in a tight embrace and planted her lips on her friend's mouth. She immediately began tonguing, and even dipped Susan back a bit. 

Susan again replied with her own tongue, but more actively and passionately this time.

After another minute Suzanne stopped the kiss and pulled back. "It's going well," she said, answering Susan's nearly forgotten question. "How are things on your side?"

"Good. Really good. I was just helping Alan reach his daily target..." 

Then Susan broke from her acting role. "Do women really truly kiss like that? It just seems so passionate. What if Ron saw us kissing like that?" Susan's brain was fogged, especially because Suzanne still held her in an embrace, and Suzanne's big melons rubbed against her own in distractingly delightful ways.

Suzanne answered, "If he saw a kiss like that, he'd probably get horny and give you a good fucking later that evening. Oh wait, I forget I'm talking about Ron." They chuckled. "Most guys would get horny, anyway. That's probably why guys encourage this kind of thing. And it's more fun than just saying 'hi,' you must admit."

"Yes, but it was just so emotional. And passionate. I just can't imagine this is how women normally kiss. I mean, like you and Brenda. I can't even picture how your two faces can meet in the first place with all the big tits getting in the way. When you kiss her, do you feel shivers down your spine? Do you feel tingling down in your... Well, tingling all over your skin? Doesn't it make it hard to even think when she's got her beach ball-sized breasts pressing into your chest, rubbing her remarkably long nipples all over your own soft, white mountains? ... I mean, how can you just casually greet someone like that?" Susan was getting herself quite worked up thinking about Brenda and Suzanne together.

Suzanne was lying when she said she kissed Brenda on the mouth, but she replied, "Kissing Brenda isn't that different from kissing you. Your tits are nearly as gargantuan as hers, and the same as mine. You and I are both prime centerfold material. You may deny it in your endearing and sincere modesty, but that's just a fact. Bodies like yours and mine and I'm sure Brenda's are designed for pleasure. Our tits, our lips, our pussies, our hands - every inch of us has more nerve endings than the typical female. It's not just our breasts, we're so sensitive all over. Maybe that's one reason that we've become such good friends, because we're kindred spirits. You know, when Alan puts his hand on my ass cheek and strokes it, that's enough to make me want to cum, right there."

Susan thought, So what she's saying is that big-titted women are born to please naturally superior males like Alan. It stands to reason that the bigger the tits, the more they were made by God to serve! Yes! To be a sexual SLAVE to my son's cock... Gaawd, that makes me SO HOT! 

But she merely said, "Me too! I love it when he touches my ass. That's my favorite. Well, maybe second favorite. But that's partially 'cos I'm afraid to let him get near my tits and especially my nipples because they're just too sensitive. I can get off just by pinching my own nipple." 

Susan demonstrated by pinching a nipple right there, and while it didn't get her to climax, it was only because she'd climaxed recently.

Without thinking, Suzanne unconsciously reached over and pinched Susan's other nipple, then pinched one of her own as well. She watched Susan's whole body shudder and shake although again it wasn't quite an orgasm. "Yes. See what I mean? So that's part of it. There's going to be more electricity just because of our bodies. Call it a blessing or a curse. But more than that, this is a new and scary experience for you, so you're excited and charged up with tension. That'll pass. Think about kissing your husband when he comes home from work. Even if you kiss him on the lips, it's no big deal anymore, right?" 

"Yuck. Don't remind me of that limp-wristed loser." The unpleasant thought caused her to pull her hands off of herself. 

"Sorry, but the point is, that's how it'll be with other women when you get used to kissing them. You and I need to practice more so that next time Alan asks you to kiss another woman you won't be all frazzled and excited."

"You're right. This will pass. I couldn't handle the intensity if every kiss was like this, thank God. It's almost better than kissing my cutie Tiger! This will pass. Yes. You're always right. What a friend."

Suzanne continued, "Note also that I said 'hi girlfriend'? You ever notice how women call each other 'girlfriend' but guys never call each other 'boyfriend'? That's another example of how our society likes a certain amount of low-level lesbianism. It's titillating. Boy, Alan will be really turned on when he sees us kiss each other!"

"He sure will! But is there a reason you took your shorts off? I mean, that's not realistic. It's not like we're ALWAYS completely nude around him." 

"True, but those exercise shorts are just too tight. Try taking yours off. Do it for Alan. You'll feel so much better."

Susan immediately followed that advice. The magic words were "Do it for Alan." She didn't need to think about it if Suzanne said that, at least not in her current horny state. 

Suzanne and Susan practiced kissing right then three more times, Suzanne pretending to leave and reenter the room each time. Rubbing their tits together were as much or more important for both of them as the kissing. But Suzanne generally avoided grinding her pussy on Susan's leg. She didn't want to push her too far too soon. 

Susan realized that Suzanne was a much more talented kisser than she was, and bemoaned her own lack of skill. "I'm sorry I'm such a bad kisser. Kissing Ron is like kissing a dead fish. I just never got into it."

"No worries," Suzanne said reassuringly. "We'll practice this until you get really good. Alan won't know what hit him when you kiss him goodnight tonight. Then he'll learn from you and become a better kisser, and all your kisses will be better. If it helps you, just imagine that my tongue is actually Alan's penis, deeply penetrating your mouth. Treat it gently with your own tongue. Put your growing cocksucking skills to use. Then switch roles and imagine that your tongue is his penis, and my mouth is one of your wet, dripping holes."

"Oooh!" Susan squealed with delight. "That might help. Let's try again!" 

They kissed some more, and this time Susan was much, much better. Suzanne could hardly believe how good it felt.

The rest of the morning, whenever one or the other would leave the room to go to the bathroom, answer the phone, get a drink, or whatever, they would greet each other again with a passionate kiss. They spent the rest of the day doing their usual things (Susan worked on household chores and Suzanne helped out just to be friendly and stay near. Suzanne had a maid so she had even more free time than her friend). But pretty much the whole time they discussed Alan, and sex, and sex with Alan, and generally stayed as horny as could be. So each kiss grew only more passionate.

The last hour Suzanne was there, the two of them sunbathed in the nude in the back yard for the second day in a row. By that time both of them had been nude or nearly so most of the day. 

Suzanne constantly made up excuses for them to "greet" each other while both of them were in the buff. They did so for many minutes, often continuing to work their chests into each other even while pausing between kisses.

Suzanne used Alan as a lever to get Susan to do more intimate things without really realizing it was lesbian activity. She could justify just about anything by pretending Alan's involvement. For instance, as they were about to start another kiss, she said to Susan, "Kissing is even better if you really fondle each others' asses. You know, like in slow dances. Imagine that my hand is Alan's hand, and that I want to 'get your attention.'"

"Okay."

Suzanne clenched Susan's butt and held on for several minutes as they kissed. A second hand soon joined on the other ass cheek As they came up for air, Suzanne asked, "Is that how Alan does it? We have to make this very authentic."

"No. He's more active. He roams his hands all over my ass like he owns it. He puts his hand in my ass crack. And he even puts a finger right up my asshole!"

"You mean like this?" Suzanne stuck a finger right up her anus. 

Susan moaned quite loudly. "MMMM! Yeah!" Then she attacked Suzanne's lips with renewed vigor.

And when Susan started to cool down post-orgasm and had second thoughts, asking, "Aren't things getting a little too lesbian with you and I running around naked and rubbing our bodies all over each other?" Suzanne replied, "Just ask yourself: would Alan approve? Would he want to watch?" That quieted Susan's doubts. 

When Suzanne finally left the house to run some errands a couple hours later, the two were kissing each other with very intimate familiarity, as if they really had been doing it for years. 

Susan absolutely loved how her hard nipples pressed into Suzanne's soft flesh, and Suzanne's nipples did the same to hers. They reached a point where they openly played with their nipples, circling them around each other's in all kinds of ways.

Suzanne was sorely tempted to stick her fingers into Susan's pussy and go all the way, and she was sure Susan's defenses would easily crumble. But she thought, I've been fantasizing about Susan's body for years, even though I was in denial about just how much I wanted her, so I can wait a couple more days. We've made so much progress today; I shouldn't push my luck. I've gotta keep the eye on the bigger prize. It's better if Susan buys this "friendly greeting" story until she's kissing everybody with abandon. Then I'll go for the kill. I have to make her a total sex slut not just with me, but with everyone here.

Suzanne also really wanted to rub their bushes together, but she thought that too would go too far for one day. But several times she opened up her legs and let Susan put her leg between her legs. That caused the outer part of Susan's thigh to rub up against Suzanne's furry bush. Suzanne slid her body up and down a bit, as if she was scratching an itch against Susan, but that's as far as it went.

Of course when Suzanne finally made to leave they had to kiss yet again, even though they'd necked at least two dozen times already. 

Standing next to the underwear cabinet in the front entranceway, Suzanne pushed her luck and kissed Susan for nearly five minutes. Breathing wasn't a problem: Suzanne could breathe through her nose to keep going, and Susan was ably learning how as well. 

As she'd been most of the day, Suzanne was the aggressor. But Susan was a very happy and willing victim. Suzanne ran her hand all over her friend's back and even her butt, especially the butt. 

Susan's hand movements were still more restrained and her exploration of Suzanne's butt more tentative. 

Similarly, Suzanne led the way in grinding her pussy onto Susan's thigh. Even though both of them were dripping in juices, they pretended they weren't, and both pretended they never came, even though they did, often. This was because Suzanne was playing along with Susan's self-deception that they were merely kissing and not engaging in near all out sex standing up.

When the kiss finally ended, Susan leaned against the wall, panting, with Suzanne still pressing her tits hard into her. As she caught her breath, she said, "Now don't tell me women regularly kiss good-bye like that!" But she was deliriously happy, not accusing. 

Suzanne finally disengaged. While walking to the underwear cabinet she said, "No, but I figure you need all the practice you can get. Your husband is, or should I say was, as bad a kisser as he was a lover, it seems. I can't help it if we're both good kissers. Remember, this isn't some lesbian thing; we're doing this for Alan." She put on her bra first and then a blouse. But then she stopped, still naked below that. Susan slumped down the wall and sat on the floor, nearly too overwhelmed to move. 

The two of them just looked at each other happily from across the small entranceway for a moment or two. There was a deep love as well as lust in the way they gazed at each other. 

Finally Suzanne stood up. "I'll see you later. I can't wait to see Alan's face - and his erection - when he sees us kiss!"

"I can't either!" Susan said happily, still sitting naked on the floor.

"And just think when you can practice your new kissing skills on him, too."

"Yeah..." Susan said, staring out into space, imagining the scene. The electricity of their first kiss had hardly faded at all with later kisses. Susan was delighted to bring that kind of firepower to Alan, thanks to all she'd learned. But then the thought came, "Hey, wait. That's against the rules."

"Oh, right." Suzanne figured she'd pushed Susan far enough in one day, so didn't press the issue much. But she said, "No kissing. Except of course your goodnight kiss. You can show what you learned then."

"Oh yeah. You're right." Susan was delighted. "I can hardly wait until tonight already!"

"And remember that the rules are up to you. The more you do with him, the less you'll need to have intercourse. Bend over but don't break, as you so colorfully put it." Suzanne smiled as she recalled Susan saying that, and that made her also recall Susan stuffing her mouth with her fingers.

Suzanne finally put on her panties (making sure to give Susan a nice show of her pussy as she slowly lifted her legs), then a pair of pants. She opened the front door, and walked out of the house. 

Suzanne was content to pretend for Susan's momentary benefit that they were merely practicing kissing, but it was obvious to anyone who could see (except for Susan in her self-denial) that the two of them had begun a torrid lesbian relationship. That made Suzanne very happy. Her friendship with Susan had always been partially based on a physical attraction and the similarity of their unusually tall and curvy bodies, and she could hardly believe this was finally happening after being friends for nearly 20 years. 

As she walked home she thought, If I only would have known, I would have started this kissing weeks ago. It's perfect because kissing seems so innocent, when in fact it's so passionate. This is going to destroy the last of Susan's defenses for sure. Then we'll all be one happy orgy family.

Susan still sat in her front hallway, completely nude. Her earlier worry that she was going too far sexually was long gone. Several hours of erotic talk about Alan certainly helped drive her worries away, but the kisses erased her doubts even more so. Her fears about going too far with Alan or her daughter were replaced with a newfound conviction that it was her utmost responsibility to go farther with both of them, if Alan desired it, for his "medical treatment." 

Suzanne's kisses were so distracting for Susan that for once the idea of sucking or fucking Alan wasn't constantly in the forefront of her mind. Instead, she pondered women and what it would be like to "do it" with a woman. 

But eventually she came back around to the more immediate idea of Alan and what might happen when he got back from school, since it was a Tuesday. She knew he would be home soon. She went to her room to masturbate to pass the time until he arrived. But this time, instead of just dreaming of Alan, she fantasized a threesome with herself, Alan, and Suzanne, all pleasuring each other. She was in heaven. 

CHAPTER 2 

Alan walked home since he'd been given a ride to school that morning. After all the shenanigans with the cheerleaders, he actually enjoyed the respite during the walk as a rare chance to be alone and think.

It's amazing that I'm only halfway through Tuesday. How will my penis ever make it to Saturday? If this is being grounded, I wish I could be grounded more often. I'm actually kinda glad I can't go to Kim's for the "Service Alan Club" this week, 'cos there's only so much I can take. And there's another appointment with Akami on Friday, too. I can almost hear the sound of my grades in freefall, like a carton of a dozen eggs splatting onto the ground. I've got a couple of big tests on Friday, and I haven't even started to study for the SATs or apply to colleges. Not to mention the Boy Scouts hiking trip coming up soon. How can I juggle it all? 

I mean, everything I'm doing and thinking is sexual in some way or another. Why, the sheer amount of milk and juice I've been drinking lately so my penis won't run out of cum - it's insane. And now, whenever Mom says, "Tiger, would you like another glass of milk," it takes on a whole new meaning. I imagine her patiently waiting for it to run through my system so she can suck it out of my penis. And I get so aroused. Being handed a glass to drink is actually arousing. Every fucking single thing is arousing! I'm going to flunk out of everything in life, except getting aroused.

He sighed, and thought with mixed emotions, There's no doubt I'm getting pretty good at that.

When Alan arrived at the front door of his house, his mother was waiting for him, and had a couple of brownies ready for him to eat. 

Nudity had become so common that it wasn't so surprising that her outfit, an apron, now left her chest completely exposed. But in fact it was the first time she had worn clothes where there wasn't even the slightest pretense of covering up her privates, and she looked unusually embarrassed about it, and unusually nervous as well. For one thing, Susan never owned this type of clothing before, but thanks to Suzanne's recent purchases, she had lots of these types of clothes now to choose from.




Six Times a Day Pt. 23



Alan momentarily had the desire to say sexy and nasty things to her in response to her new look. But he realized that it took a big leap of courage for her to go this far and the best response was just to act as if it was a perfectly normal thing until she got more used to it.

"Hi Tiger," she said, "How was your day?" She walked up to him as she said this, and kissed him on the cheek as she usually did. But then she kissed him on the lips, and even briefly tongued him. She rubbed her body up against his, making sure to slide her hard nipples up against his T-shirt.

"Whoa," said Alan. He was used to his goodnight kisses, but a kiss during the day was a welcome surprise, even if it was brief and without tongue. "It just got a lot better. What was that for?"

"Suzanne told me today that I need to be friendlier when greeting people, so I'm trying to change my ways, especially when it comes to kissing. You like?" 

When she asked, "You like," she wasn't just speaking of the brief but intimate kiss. She stepped back a few feet and pirouetted around to show off her new apron. It was a specially designed erotic apron, which had cloth in areas to highlight the fact that there was no cloth covering the tits or ass.

She didn't mention her new approval of Suzanne's advice that she could do just about anything with Alan short of straight intercourse, and the more she did, the healthier it would be for the both of them. She was embarrassed about it, yet eager. She wanted to break new barriers right away, but was a little bit afraid how. She'd never been fucked in the tits or in the ass, or even had her pussy licked. Her husband was as bad of a lover as he was an infrequent one, which was easy to understand now that his homosexuality had been revealed.

"I most definitely like," Alan enthused. "You look even sexier than you did this morning! I couldn't imagine that was even possible, but it's true. I like how it exposes and hides at the same time."

Susan laughed. "Well it doesn't hide that much. It mostly exposes. About the only thing it tries to hide is this." She lifted up the front of the apron and showed off her pussy.

"Mmmm, that's one spot I'd like to get to know a lot better." Alan was struck by how willing she was now to show herself off like this, despite her nervousness. He figured the fashion show in particular had done wonders to get her to enjoy showing herself off.

"Now, now, Tiger, remember that I'm your mother. We have to have limits." She still held the apron up, and even wiggled her hips a bit, greatly diminishing her authority to talk seriously about limits. 

"Do you remember what we did this morning?" They both knew that he was referring to their brief dry hump. 

"Do I? How could I possibly forget? But I'm serious what I said about that. We can do many things, but we can't do that again. I just don't think I have the self-control to get that close to you-know-what. Sorry about that, Tiger." 

He frowned. She seemed unusually determined to actually maintain this restriction. He didn't know it yet, but she felt safer with anal sex, even, than more dry humping.

To compensate for his disappointment, she moved back to him and draped her arms around his shoulders. Her aroused nipples again poked firmly into his chest. 

Alan wished his shirt was off so he could feel skin against skin. 

She eyed his crotch. "How's our little friend doing? Are you going to keep him locked up in those shorts forever?"

"Forever? I've been home a total of two minutes. He's doing fine now, thanks to you." Alan grinned as he took his shorts and underwear off. "I still have five times to go to make eight today." 

Susan did some quick math and frowned, realizing he must have gotten off in school again without her. She'd noticed from the chart on his wall that he appeared to get one check each day while in school, and sometimes even two. 

She thought, I'm dying to know who's helping out at school, but I suppose it's none of my business. I don't want to come across like a jealous girlfriend. 

God, that gets me so HOT, imagining I'm his girlfriend! In any case, eight times is a LOT, even for a virile, cum-filled boy like him. He's gonna need help at school so I should be thanking whomever it is, especially since having sex at school must be a hard thing to accomplish without getting caught. Heck, knowing my Tiger, he's probably getting blown and stroked by all kinds of girls at school! That gets me even hotter! 

Alan's erection sprang out, and Susan enveloped it with her hands even before it had stopped bouncing from being freed. 

Alan looked over her apron outfit and asked half-seriously, "Mom, how on earth do you expect me to concentrate at school, when I know I have someone so hot waiting to help me at home?"

Susan was fishing for more compliments. "Don't talk about your sister that way," she replied, knowing full-well that wasn't his meaning.

"Mom, I'm talking about you! Katherine is gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but you're like one of the all time greats. The greatest beauties of all time. Like Marilyn Monroe or something. You're so beautiful and sexy that I can hardly stand it! One of these weeks I'm going to have to get sick so I can stay home with you all day, every day. Just so I could do nothing but play with your perfect body. Imagine if every day was Tuesday."

Susan blushed and trembled with joy. "You say the nicest things! But your studies come first. Why don't we get your penis irregularity check done now so you can hit the books. Then we can enjoy some nice cocksuckings later on without having to worry about doing that. You have such a silver tongue, but maybe I can show you that my tongue is good for a thing or two as well." 

She dragged him by his erection up the stairs and down the hallway, towards his room.

"Not so fast, Mom; I haven't gotten your attention yet." He reached forward and grabbed her ass. They made their way through the house laughing and joking, with him attached at her ass and her firmly gripping his hard-on somewhat like a two person conga line. 

Susan thought to herself, His hands on my ass! So natural. They belong there. What I really need is to have him FUCK me right up the ASS! Right now I should just tell him, "Excuse me Tiger, but your mother really needs it. Your mommy needs your big fat cock deep up her butt. Fuck my asshole, please! Do your mommy's butt deep! So deep!" 

But I'm afraid. It's gonna hurt. I know it's gonna hurt. And he might hate me for being a weirdo. He probably hates the idea of anal sex. I know he does. I wonder if there's a way to change that. He sure likes my butt on the outside, at least. 

When they reached the door to Alan's room, Alan pushed her past it. "Let's use your room," he said. he found the idea of doing sexual things to his mother in her own bed even more exciting than doing the same things in his own.

She stopped in the hall. "We shouldn't," she said weakly as she jerked him off. 

As he stood there with his hands roaming her ass while she played with her nipples, he said, "You know, Mom, there's something extra sexy about this apron. I hope you wear it a lot. It's so sexy, but at the same time it reminds me that you're my mother, who cleans my clothes and cooks my food. It makes me so happy. Plus, it shows off just how huge your luscious tits really are."

She smiled a wide smile. "It makes me happy too. And I'm so proud that my tits can give you such joy. I used to almost hate my tits, but now I love them. I even disliked the word. But these aren't breasts, they're tits!" 

Her thoughts began to drift. Suzanne said it's okay if he fucks my tits. He needs to start doing that immediately. I don't know how it's gonna feel, but it's less scary than anal sex. Alan, be a good boy and fuck your mommy's hooters. Do it now!

But she didn't let on as to what she was thinking. She merely smiled benignly, and said, "I must admit, I've been fighting it, but I'm so glad about your treatment needs. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've never felt so happy, so alive, as I have been in the last few weeks."

"Me too, Mom. Me too. I love you so much!"

Alan stood behind her and felt her butt again, since it was the only thing he was technically allowed to touch. He worked his way towards the center of her rear and ended by sliding a finger into her anus. 

"Tiger, I'm your mother!" Susan cried in dismay. "If you respect and appreciate me, you'll do that more often." It took a few seconds for Alan to register that she was saying the opposite of what he was expecting she'd say, and that her dismay was feigned.

"That's a joke, Tiger," she continued. "I know I'm not very good at them, but I'm working on it." 

She thought, Suzanne says it's okay if Tiger has my butt. It's okay! Son, take my butt and do crazy things to it. Get sexy all over your mommy's ass! Take out your finger, and put your cock inside me instead! Fill me with cock! Mommy wants to be a butt slut! Take my butt and fill it with your beefy rod!

But outwardly, Susan again only gave a contented, motherly smile. 

Alan didn't have the slightest clue about the thoughts raging in her head. "You're the best, Mom," he replied as he started to gently push her down the hall. "Not a lot of moms would be willing to help out so much with a son's medical troubles. ... By the way, I like this big bow on your back. What would happen if I undid it?"

She was horny beyond belief, and nearly jumped with joy that he'd finally mentioned the bow. Not only did she not resist his pushing her towards her bedroom, she started walking there on her own. "I don't know, since you've never undone it before. It holds the apron together. If you do that, my clothes will fall off. If that happens, I imagine I'll have to fall naked on the bed and suck your cock quite a lot." She turned back to make eye contact. Her smoldering look showed she could hardly wait.

"I could think of worse things that could happen," Alan said jokingly as he undid the bow.

CHAPTER 3

Sure enough, the apron fell down as he undid the bow (she helpfully pulled the straps of the apron off of her shoulders at the same time). It fell to the ground. 

As they entered her room, she said breathlessly, "You know, it feels kind of like you're my husband and I'm your wife and you're coming to our bed to have your way with me. But I'm not! I'm just one of your many faithful cocksuckers!" 

Alan was afraid to push his luck - he didn't know what might fuel her fantasies and what might offend. So he just smiled knowingly like he knew what he was doing. 

Susan laid herself down, spread eagled on her double bed. She put her knees wide apart, and made sure to give him a good look of her pussy lips. "Just what do you plan to do to me here in your father's bed?" 

She asked seductively, "Are you having unwholesome thoughts about your mommy? Your cocksucking loving, penis hungry-mouthed mommy?" 

He crawled close between her legs and had a good look at her pussy. 

But she didn't want him to just look. She rolled onto her stomach and stuck her ass up into the air, visually inviting him to "get her attention" yet again. "Your mommy is having some very naughty thoughts about you right now. I think you need a big reward for saying such nice things about her." She couldn't get over the fact he'd compared her to the likes of Marilyn Monroe, and it made her giddy.

He said, "That's all I do all day, is have unwholesome thoughts about you. But I love you. And I keep my promise to respect your boundaries." He took off his last bits of clothing and hopped up behind her. He grabbed her butt with both hands and began kneading it. Emboldened by her frisky move, after a few minutes he reached out and cupped her pussy.

She thought, Oh no, he's gonna fuck me for sure! I'm going too far. No self control whatsoever. I have to pull back a bit. "I love you too, Son. But boundaries, remember the boundaries," she told him reluctantly but sternly. "You were just saying how you respect them."

Alan was a bit surprised. He'd never seen her so eager, yet firm. He obeyed her wishes, and pretended that he was obeying the "boundaries" all along. "I know, Mom, I am respecting them. I'm just getting some lubrication." He wiped up some of her pussy juices onto his fingers and then plunged a slippery finger into her anus.

"Uh!" she groaned. "I guess that's ... uh!... okay then. But don't go too far and force me to stop what we're doing. There's just one place you shouldn't touch!" 

He pushed his index finger in and out of her butt hole. Using the excuse of getting a good grip, his other fingers brushed her skin on both sides. Since her pussy was mere inches away from her anus, that meant his thumb lightly rested on her slit most of the time. 

"I wouldn't think of it, Mom," he finally said. He let his thumb "accidentally" run up and down her slit.

Susan began thrusting her ass up into the air in time with his finger's prodding. Using the excuse of probing deeper into her ass, he tightened the grip of his other fingers, causing his thumb to slightly slip into her pussy lips. 

But to his disappointment, she quickly said, "I think someone's idea of boundaries is getting a little too blurry. If a neighbor were able to look in the windows right now, they might get the mistaken impression that you and I were doing something incestuous." She said this with either great self-deception, ironic understatement, or both.

She raised her butt even higher, letting Alan concentrate on her anus for a while. She thought, You know, right now if I wanted to, I could tell him, "Fuck me in the ass." And it would happen. He'd probably get over his anal sex phobia and do my ass. 

But what would my mother think about that? She would just die of horror and shame. Or my father? He would kill me! What if they could see me now? ... Oh dear, why did my parents have to pop into my head?

Thoughts of the ass were now momentarily tainted for Susan by the thoughts of her parents, so she decided to do something else. "I'm going to roll over." 

Alan removed his hands from her ass and let her roll over. His erection bobbed in the air and he hoped it would get in on the action soon. 

"Your turn to lie down," she said. "Someone's willy is a little too overheated, so I'm going to calm him down."

Alan laid his head on his mother's pillow, and watched as she crawled towards him on all fours across the big bed. He was delightfully reminded that the only thing she was still wearing was high heels. 

She climbed up a little past his groin so her boobs were hanging down right where his stiffness was poking up. She grabbed her tits and pressed them around his hard penis. 

But such contact (technically a violation of her own boundary rules) was all too brief for Alan. 

She said, "Oopsie! How did that happen?" and she soon scooted back a bit so her mouth was over his tool. She added, "If you continue to be a good boy, I just might have to move the boundaries just a bit. We might have to allow you to fuck Mommy's big tits again. And whenever you want! Would you like that?" 

He panted, "God yes!" 

"Good! But right now she wants your slippery hardness in her mouth too much to play around." She took his erection between her lips and began sucking.

Alan decided that if she was almost okay with titfucking, she wouldn't mind a little tit groping. So he hefted her weighty, hanging tits, and grasped them tightly while she furiously licked. He could just barely reach them, but she readjusted her body a bit to give him better access. From the get-go it was all he could do not to shoot his load, so most of his concentration centered on his PC muscle, and preventing a semen explosion.

After a while, she stopped for a moment to rest her jaw and said, "Now, just because I'm sucking your cock on the bed where your father and I conceived you, don't think this makes you a replacement for my husband. We may not be for long, but we're still married, and I feel weird having you here in my marriage bed. We should only 'cum' here on special occasions. Boundaries, you know." 

Even as she said this, she had the sense that particular boundary was crumbling. "To call you a replacement for that loser would be an insult to you! I wonder if I should break it to him that I've become addicted to the taste of my son's sperm..." She resumed her sucking.

"Um, Mom, are you forgetting that I'm adopted?"

"Yes, I am. Now, don't question what your mommy says to you. And don't make her talk. Just make her suck your meat. That's what mommies are best at." 

She smiled to herself contentedly, and resumed sucking again. Whenever she had his penis in her mouth, she felt like she entered some kind of special land, a perfect utopia with no trouble or distractions. All that mattered was the penis, and she was overwhelmed by waves of joy and love. Nothing else entered her mind but the sexual feelings in her mouth, her mauled boobs, and her tingling pussy.

Alan looked down and saw her still on all fours, her chest now pressed down on his thighs and her ass high up in the air. He reluctantly let go of her tits since they were pressed up against him too firmly for him to fondle them properly. He wanted to grope her ass, but it was past his knees and too far away. So he stroked the silky smooth skin on her back.

She pulled her body slightly away from his, so now her nipples still touched the tops of his legs, but the rest of her boobs swayed enticingly. With such a sight before him, and the increasingly practiced things she was doing with her mouth, he suddenly felt inspired to say, "You know, Mom, I'm serious about what I said about your beauty. Sometimes looking at you is so overwhelming that I think I'm going to faint. I try not to think about you at all at school any more, because I just can't function if I do."

She stopped what she was doing, and moved up his body, kissing him all the way. After she planted kisses up his neck and chin, she put her mouth right above his, and then stopped. With her mouth an inch above his, she asked, "You're just saying that, aren't you? I know. I know you're a tit man, and you only love Mommy because of her big hooters." 

She pulled back from his face, which disappointed Alan greatly, but he didn't completely mind because she put on a nice display for him. Sitting up over him, she clutched at her boobs with her hands and squeezed them together and up, proudly pushing them toward her face.

Alan was going to protest her comments, but he was left breathless by her beauty. 

She smiled and closed her eyes, allowing him all the time in the world to luxuriate at the sight of her bare chest.

He reached tentatively forward with a hand. 

She opened her eyes and saw this, then grabbed the hand and firmly pulled it into her chest. Then she grabbed the other one, and rubbed his inert hands all over her tits.

The hands didn't stay inert for long. "No, Mom, that's not true," he finally managed to say, as his hands rubbed her tits together with her hands still over his. "Yes, your tits are fantastic, and I fantasize about them, like, every second of the day. I swear, my IQ must have gone down ten points in the last week alone, just from my brain thinking about your tits. Probably another ten points from thinking about Suzanne's, too. But there's so much more to you. Every inch of you is perfect, inside and out."

She giggled with pure happiness. "Ten points, eh? Is that all? I must be doing something wrong. Maybe I need to let you play with them more often." She leaned forward and kissed him, but only for a second. Then she said, more to herself than to him, "Maybe you need to suck them and milk them every single day. Yes. You do."




Six Times a Day Pt. 23



She kissed him passionately on the lips, but before he could really react to that, she pulled away and scooted a couple of feet down his body. "I didn't just kiss you," she giggled as she scooted down. "I'm only allowed to do that at our nightly tuck and suck." 

She thought to herself, What's with me today? I just feel so playful and naughty, even before he came home. I just want to do everything with him, and now Suzanne says I can! I'm going to make this a Tuesday neither of us will ever forget.

She tried to get serious, and said in an authoritative tone, "Now, Tiger, in all seriousness, you have to understand. Your mother has needs. And one very important need is that you have to love my tits. They need to be groped and sucked and fucked every day. Seriously. They neeeeed it. They want your attention. Do you want to fuck your mommy's tits? Do you think you can handle that?"

Alan gulped. "Um, I can try." A combination of sudden nervousness and surprise made his voice crack on the word "try." It was the first time it had happened to him in weeks. Both of them laughed at this reminder of his youth.

She held his penis in both hands and placed her mouth right over it. "Now look what you did. You got me so excited with even more compliments that I completely forgot about the most important thing, which is sucking your cock. Speaking about fantasizing every second of the day, that's all I ever think about any more. You think your IQ is going down? The only thing on my mind anymore is this juicy, yummy, yummy, fuck stick!" She wrapped her mouth around it, and took it as deep as she could. Both of her hands did delightful things to his balls as the head of his penis tickled the back of her throat.

As she sucked, she made up a little song in her head:

I am Alan's whore

I'm going to suck him, more, more, more

I am Alan's slut

He's going to fuck me up the butt

I am Alan's wench

He'll cum on me until I'm drenched

I am Alan's toy

Sucking him's the greatest joy

I am Alan's mom

I suck with my clothes off or on

I am Alan's cow

Gonna suck his prick like I don't know how 

I am Alan's bitch

His cum is thick, the taste is rich

She made up verse after verse, repeating previous verses until she came up with a new word to rhyme, and then the new verse would get tacked on at the end. Finally Alan neared climax and she had to concentrate fully on pleasing him. 

It didn't take long for Alan to start cumming. "Mom, I'm getting there!"

Alan gripped the sheets tightly as Susan's head madly bobbed and she sucked him dry. He actually passed out from the ecstasy of it all. 

Minutes passed. For once, Susan didn't feel any post-coital guilt, but instead went back to singing her song, over and over. She held the huge mouthful of her son's seed and let the slick goo roll over and over her tongue. She rubbed her tits and pulled on her nipples, hoping she could make them even bigger for her son's benefit. Her song played over and over again as she tweaked her nipples and savored the tang delighting her taste-buds.

Alan lay there with his eyes closed, savoring the feelings of her best blowjob yet. He woke up and felt two huge mountains pressed into his chest, and a leg wrapped around one of his own. He remembered where he was, and could hardly handle how good it made him feel. I'm in my parents' bed. I'm Mom's new lover. She's never going to fuck Ron again. I'll be plowing her pussy her before long, I can just tell. Someday soon I'll be spending all my nights in this bed, at least when I'm not with Katherine. This is so awesome. This even makes the excellent fuck with Joy pale in comparison.

He opened his eyes and patted her on the head. She cooed happily in response, as she continued to snuggle next to him. Then he said, "Mom, you sucked so good there I think you actually bent light." 

She giggled happily and responded, "Your mommy is your cum junkie. She's addicted to your sperm."

"You mean semen, don't you?"

"No, I mean sperm. It sounds naughtier. Your mommy loves you so much that she wants to do very naughty things to you. Yes. Very, very naughty things." 

That returned Alan to full awareness. He looked around the room as if for the first time and saw his sister standing in the doorway. She was fully clothed (by the relative standards of the Plummer house) and doing nothing more than staring at them intently. "Hi Sis," he said as calmly as he could.

Susan jerked her head up in surprise, briefly shocked and embarrassed. She'd been caressing her son's front side lovingly, tracing the paths of his muscles along his stomach and upper chest, but seeing that it was only her daughter, her fear quickly drained away. "Oh, it's you. How are you doing, Angel?"

Katherine laughed. "Pretty good, Mom. Glad to see you still use your mouth for talking, too."

Susan, moving to her usual spot between Alan's legs, grabbed Alan's now semi-hard penis and began rubbing it against her cheek dreamily, flaunting her position with Alan in front of her daughter. 

He gave his PC muscle a little squeeze and forced a stream of pre-cum ooze to bubble out of his dick head while Susan was rubbing it back and forth along her face. 

She felt oddly proud that Alan would want to "mark" her in front of his sister. She used his hard cock as a paintbrush and smeared the slick coating all over her lips, allowing the heavy aroma to carry her away. "Cover me in cum," she whispered, as she imagined a bucket of her son's cum dumped over her head.

The only thing bringing her back to reality was that she was a bit miffed at Katherine's slight jibe. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Can't you see Mommy is very busy?"

"I can see that," her daughter answered, giggling. "I was just checking to see who was home. I thought you two would be in Alan's room."

"We're doing just fine in here," Susan answered, licking his penis from top to bottom. "Tiger is the man of the house now. And Mommy's his obedient big-titted cocksucker, isn't that right?" She went on in a voice as if talking to a baby. "Big bad tiger. Aren't you a scary, big tiger, Alan? The scary wary mean old tiger wants to eat Mommy all up. Starting with her pussy."

She turned back to her daughter. "Now if you could leave us in private. My son needs my hole. ... Um, I mean, my whole attention," she said giggling, purposely making the mistake. She was surprised that she'd made a word play. 

"Okay," said Katherine. "But remember those boundaries you keep warning us about, Mom. When you said you want to do very naughty things, that sounds dangerous to your own rules. I think I'll check on you two periodically to make sure you're both on the up and up."

"Why don't you do that, dear. I assure you though, that my behavior is perfectly exemplary." Susan giggled after saying this, and looked at her daughter defiantly as she once again ran her tongue up and down Alan's shaft.

"Exemplary cocksucking," Alan joked, and the two of them had a hearty laugh.

Katherine left, a little bit peeved that she couldn't join in on the fun. She was acutely aware of the fact that it was a Tuesday. She'd been mostly cut out by Heather from playing with Joy earlier in the day, so she was a bit testy and unsatisfied. Her mother flaunting Alan's penis in such an immature way steamed her up in more ways than one.

Alan was spent however, and told his mother that he felt like a nap before he got it up again. He asked her, "Mom, would it be okay just this once if I could stay where I am and sleep in your bed? I'm so tired." 

She responded playfully, "Hmm. So you want to sleep in the same bed as your naked mommy. What would Freud think about that? Hmm. ... Well, okay. I'll let you since this is a Tuesday, but don't make it a habit." She decided to nap next to him in her big bed. 

Alan took that as a sure signal that their sleeping together would soon would be a regular thing.

As he drifted off to sleep, he thought, It's gonna be so good when I wake up. Mom is totally ready for more sexual games. She's promised a titfuck, and I'm gonna do it just as soon as my penis bounces back. Not only that, but I'm in my parents' bed. Wild. Mom is certainly feeling more uninhibited than I've ever seen her before and she seems to actually believe all the sexy stuff she's saying. Just how far will I be able to go with her? Is she ready to fuck? If only we could fuck. Maybe I should just take things in hand and make her do it. I KNOW she'd love it, once she got over the shock. But she'd be crying, "No, no" at first, and I couldn't bear that. ... Do it, Alan! Get some balls. Just fuck her.

He fell asleep and dreamed of nothing but fucking his mother. 

CHAPTER 4

Alan woke up first. Taking advantage of this fact, he decided to pretend he was still asleep and roll into a more pleasing position. Susan was under the same light sheet as him, but facing away. So he rolled over, draped his arm over her shoulder, and put his hand on her boobs. 

He tried to play it cool and act like it had just accidentally fallen there while he slept. But with his hand on such a delightful orb of flesh, he couldn't restrain himself for long. Soon he has subtly squeezing and feeling the skin below his hand.  

That woke Susan up, although he had his eyes closed so he didn't know it just yet. 

Susan opened one eye and saw what he was doing. She realized he was awake by the intent in his hand movements. She pretended to sleep just as he was doing, and thought, Now that's more like it! This is the kind of Tiger I want to see more often. An aggressive Tiger, taking sexual advantage of his innocent mommy while she sleeps, ravaging her big tits. How delightfully naughty! I wonder what he'll do to me next? Whatever it is, I'm helpless to resist! 

She rolled over a bit to give him better access to her ass. 

The movement frightened him at first, but he waited another minute and decided she was still deep asleep. He waited another minute and then scooted his groin up to her butt. He carefully slid his penis along her butt crack, and wedged it in lengthwise (he still had no real conception how much he might enjoy anal fucking). Had she faced the other way, he might have gone further, but he figured this was the best he could do in the circumstances. He knew how he sounded when he snored thanks to a recording his sister once had made to prove how loud he was, so the whole time he pretended to snore, just to be on the safe side.

Susan was getting so excited that she had a very hard time trying to keep her breathing even. She was very aware of the erection wedged in her butt, and thought, Damn, I should have rolled the other way. Then he could "accidentally" stick something in my pussy! Oh, Tiger, fuck your sleeping mommy. That way I won't have to feel guilty about it, because I'll never know it happened until after it's over and your potent sperm leaks out of my sore pussy! 

But, although she fantasized this, it was just a fantasy since of course she would have been fully awake. There was a reason she turned the other way, because she was still protective of her pussy. 

She turned her thoughts to his hand on her tit. His pinky rested against her nipple, and moved ever so slightly back and forward, slightly stimulating it. Oooh, she thought. I wish I could wake up every morning with my Tiger on me like this!

Why don't you? the proverbial devil on her shoulder asked. The angel on the other shoulder had been conspicuously absent lately and had nothing to say. The devil continued, The only person stopping that from happening is you. This bed is made for two to share, and God knows your husband is never in it. I think you need to serve your son in it every night!

Not exactly an angel, but a slightly less naughty voice in her head answered, Yeah, that would be nice - in bed with Alan! But if that happened, he would be fucking me before long.

Her naughty voice pressed, And the downside of that is...? Aren't you his sex toy now? As a sex toy, you have responsibilities and obligations. Are you willing to suck and fuck him every minute of the day, or are you going to let Angel or Suzanne win out as his favorite cum receptacle?

Her less naughty voice responded, I'm trying. I'm trying! But it takes time. I was raised to be such a prude!

The more wanton voice said, Think about all those juicy loads you're going to miss out on. Think of all that yummy sperm that rightfully should be sliding down your throat but will be sliding down someone else's. That's just wrong! Good mommies suck cock! Are you going to let him sleep alone each night? Will you let poor Tiger be lonely? So very lonely? Wouldn't you like to wake up every morning with the full feeling of his penis deep inside of you, pounding, hammering, splitting your pussy in two? Or at least, what about the alarm clock? You're Alan's special alarm clock, are you not? It's your duty to wake him up every day with a blowjob and hot cum splashing all over your face. And then a nice, solid fuck! Some people need a cup of coffee to get going in the morning. You need a good motherfucking!

The less naughty voice in her head replied, Don't go there. Not now. Angel is checking on us today. Checking to make sure Mommy is being good. I need to be responsible! That drove the completely naughty voice away for the moment. 

She had to keep up the pretense that Alan was still asleep, so she wanted to "wake him up." She took his hand already on her chest and started rubbing it against her boobs. But it just hung there like the arm of a lifeless puppet - now that he knew she was awake he had to pretend to be sleeping. 

She decided that it would be more fun to be sucking his penis and wanted to "wake him up" that way. She momentarily pondered giving Alan the "alarm clock" treatment, but her devilish voice had scared her a bit that she could get too aroused and go too far. So she pulled his lifeless arm to her face and began sucking on his fingers.

"Wake up, Tiger," she said between sucks.

Alan pretended to wake. "Where am I?" he asked in fake confusion.

"You're in your mommy's bed. And Mommy's all naked and hot and wet! And you have your dick stuck up her butt. Bad boy! You know that's not allowed," she chided him, but neither she nor Alan made any move to remove it. It wasn't much of a scolding, considered the way her words positively dripped with desire. She squeezed his erection with her ass muscles for further emphasis. 

She continued to suck him one finger at a time. 

Alan found it much more arousing than he would have imagined. 

"Do you like that, waking up in your mommy's bed, and doing nasty things to Mommy?" She ground her crotch into the top of his thigh, and slowly slid her hairy pussy up and down his skin. "Do you like filling her holes with such dirty, filthy body parts?"

"You see what I mean about bending the rules?" an unrecognized voice said.

Alan turned around and saw it was his sister who spoke. Katherine was now sitting on a sofa near the bed, dressed only in a see-through nightie and looking stern. But Alan could see through her act. Between Susan and Katherine, Alan thought for sure he would pass out again, from sheer delight.

Susan looked up with a start. She relaxed a bit when she saw it was only Katherine and then said petulantly, "Angel, today is my special day with my special well-hung son. You know that. Can't we have some privacy?"

"Not if you're pushing your rules like that. Look where Alan Junior is right now, for instance, wedged way up your ass crack." (Katherine came up with "Alan Junior" without really thinking; little did she realize that it would become a common nickname for Alan's penis.) "Does it belong there? Does that fit with your boundaries?" 

Susan had to suppress the urge to shout, "YES! I need my Tiger's cock deep in my ass!" Instead, she reluctantly pulled herself away from him and pouted, "But Angel. He's just so full of cum. I've got to squeeze all that juicy, tasty cum out of him every way I can." 

Katherine, seeing that Alan was watching her, began pulling her nightie down her chest. "Fine. Then suck him off again. You've been acting all weird today. There's even a weird kind of wild look in your eye. I think I'll have to referee."

"Whatever you like," said Susan, pulling her head down to Alan's erection. "Just so long as you leave my Tiger all to me." As she said this to her daughter, she rubbed her son's penis up and down her cheeks and then all over her face. She gave her a look that nonverbally said, "Don't you wish you had this in your hands?" She realized it wasn't a very mature thing to do, but she was too horny to help herself. She liked to literally rub in the fact that she had possession of Alan's stiff pole and Katherine didn't. 

Susan was in a strange mood - she was really letting go, and discovering just how wild her wild side was. It was thanks to Suzanne's "bend over but don't break" advice that she was letting her hair down so much. But had she thought about it, the effect was not what Suzanne promised it would be. Susan was thinking about having intercourse with her son with more serious deliberation than ever before. But that was Suzanne's secret intention all along. 

Katherine watched attentively, silent but frowning.

After Susan rubbed her son's penis for a bit longer to get a jealous reaction from her daughter, she sat up in bed and then ran her hands over his body under the pretense of changing positions.

Once again she positioned her face over Alan's rod, but feeling extra naughty, she put her body over his instead of getting between his legs as she'd always done before. She bent down and began rubbing his penis with a free hand while she used the other one to prop herself up. Her legs were on either side of his head, just above his shoulders. Her pussy hung a foot above his face, and her boobs dropped down onto his stomach, where the nipples lightly brushed against his skin. 

Susan previously wouldn't have trusted either Alan or herself in this position, but she figured that now the gloves were off, thanks to Suzanne's latest advice. Maybe it's time Tiger learns how to be a carpet muncher. He's gonna fill his face with Mommy's dripping hot cunt! Oh, I'm gonna love it! That's what I have - a cunt. Not a pussy, but a cunt. Pussies are for pussies. She laughed inwardly at her little word play. 

Then he's gonna fuck my tits. Yep, I have tits and a cunt, 'cos I'm a terribly naughty mommy. With Angel refereeing, I don't have to worry that we'll go all the way. Bend me over, Tiger, but don't break me!

But she gave him contrary instructions to her thoughts, just to drive him wild with desire. "You heard what your sister said, Tiger. Keep your hands still and make sure not to touch me in any way. Please don't disappoint me." She dropped her face down and began licking his stiff penis again.

Katherine was well prepared for such arousing sights. She brought a small bag of sexual accessories with her. She pulled her favorite dildo out of the bag and stuck it in her love box. It was Mr. Excitement - the big black one that Heather originally owned and had somehow come into her possession (Heather hadn't been asking for it and Katherine saw no reason to remind her that she had it). It hung out of her hole at least six inches at the very least. She soon found herself pistoning it in and out as she watched. 

Alan lolled his head to the side and saw his sister pleasuring herself. But as delightful a sight as that was, his attention soon returned to his mother's pussy hanging right above his face. He drank in the smell of sex and watched rivulets of cum drip out of it and down her thighs. Susan periodically shook all over, and Alan realized those were orgasms. When she did this, some of his mother's cum would shake off of her skin, and a few drops flew onto his face.




Six Times a Day Pt. 23



Her timing was perfect. The closer he came to orgasm (thanks to the excited workings of her lips and tongue on his shaft), the lower his mother's pussy appeared to drop down, and that in turn drove him ever closer to the edge. He stuck his tongue up into the air, and was almost able to reach a few stray wisps of hair.

Susan was deliberately and slowly lowering her privates down onto his face, waiting with electric anticipation for the moment when she finally made contact with it. Her legs slowly spread wider and wider, even as her mouth continually slurped up and down the sides of his hard erection. 

She thought to herself, Should I really do this? Should I put my pussy, I mean my cunt, right in his face? Even with Katherine as an umpire? Maybe I should do this when she isn't around? ... No. It's important they both know just what a big son-slut their Mommy is. Maybe if I'm lucky they'll want to punish me. Hopefully Alan will even give me a spanking. Yes! Tiger is going to spank his naughty mommy! Won't that be good? But not as good as his tongue up my cunt. Oh God, I can almost feel it! It's so close...

At least Susan could still think semi-coherent thoughts. Alan was so excited and overheated that his brain couldn't think at all. He was running entirely on some kind of primal sexual autopilot, completely incapable of considering if what he was doing was wrong or not. His eyes shut tightly as he struggled to survive the sheer anticipation of having his mother's pussy drop onto his face. 

Susan's body slid down another good inch or two. 

Alan's tongue was still sticking up and he suddenly found it in amongst his mother's pussy lips. This pushed him over the edge, and he began to feel an ejaculation welling up within him. Pussy licking was still a relatively new experience for him. He still found it a bit gross, getting his face in all that pubic hair, and had he thought about it, he wouldn't have been eager to repeat the experience. But he wasn't thinking about that anymore. All he knew was that a big hairy pussy was right in his face, and he had no say in the matter. He had to lick it.

"Foul! Foul!" cried Katherine as she worked her dildo in and out of herself. "Mom, get your butt up some more!" 

But Susan was too busy with her son's penis in her throat to talk. She could feel that it would begin shooting out semen any second. She stopped merely licking and swallowed it deeper than she ever had before. She tried to get past the gag reflex, but couldn't quite do it. 

Katherine hopped up from where she sat, the dildo still sticking out of her. She got up on the bed and tried to push her mother's butt up and away with both hands. "I said, get your butt up!"

But far from moving her butt up, Susan now appeared to be grinding it down onto Alan's face. 

Alan could feel his mother's pussy shake and tremble; he knew she was reaching a peak of excitement - again. 

As her pussy juice started to flow all over his face, he lost the last vestiges of control and began shooting cum forcefully into her eager mouth. As his was filling Susan's mouth, his tongue filled and explored her pussy lips. 

Susan's whole body exploded in such a powerful orgasm that it was all she could do to stay conscious and keep sucking Alan's erection. 

For her, the importance of getting her son to fill her mouth with cum was more important than anything in the world. Focusing on that need kept her from passing out, just barely. She felt her climax arrive with such a force that her pussy juice gushed out of her hot hole and straight into Alan's mouth.

Taking more drastic measures, Katherine plunged two fingers into her mother's pussy right above Alan's tongue and then she stuck her thumb into Susan's anus. 

Susan cried out in delight. 

Grasping Susan's privates like a bowling ball, Katherine pulled her mother's ass up into the air. The rest of her body had no choice but to follow, and Susan was forced up and away from her son's tongue.

"NoooOOOoooo!" Susan cried like a little child denied her favorite toy, especially as the surprise movement had forced her mouth off his erection. Semen was shooting into her face and she barely managed to close her eyes before more strands of his spend hit her there. 

Katherine now had Susan's pussy free of Alan's tongue, and she seemed content with that for the moment. Her other hand was busy fondling her mother's ass with gusto, but Susan seemed completely oblivious about that. 

Susan had something else on her mind: her son's dick. She dropped her mouth back down and resumed sucking Alan's stiff pole as it continued to shoot out ropes of cum. The quantity of each rope was below his usual standards, but still generous. She loved to feel the hot squirts hit the back of her throat, and that's exactly what they did. 

Katherine had been pistoning her fingers in and out of both her mother's hot pussy and anus from the very first instant the fingers entered the holes. She could hardly believe the unprecedented opportunity. True, she kissed and groped her mother recently, but this was on a completely different level. 

She wasn't too worried that Susan would complain or even notice, because she knew that when Susan was cocksucking it consumed her entire being. But she figured that if Susan did complain, she could use the excuse that she'd been trying to lift Susan up the whole time. So she sawed and fondled away while Susan finished off Alan's load.

When Susan finally finished swallowing her son's cum, she rested for a bit and then eventually lifted her whole body up so that she was resting firmly on her knees and elbows. Her cocksucking didn't quite end, as she began slowly cleaning her son's penis off with her tongue. She wanted to make sure she didn't miss a drop. She also hoped that if she "cleaned" it enough it might rise again. Further, she just liked the idea of being "forced" to do such a deferential act.

But Katherine still didn't take her fingers out of her mother's pussy or asshole. Keeping up the pretense of trying to move her, she complained as she vigorously probed, "Mom! I said, get off of Alan already!"

Susan, though, was too excited to think or respond. The pulsing fingers attacking both of her holes caused her to climax in yet another powerful orgasm. She was so overcome she yelled, "Mmmff!" She stopped licking her favorite shaft just long enough to shout more coherently, "Yesssss!!!!!" 

Another gush of Susan's cum covered her daughter's pistoning fingers, providing more lubrication for them to thrust in and out even at a faster pace. It was as if Susan's body was completely abandoning itself to sex. Only a lingering hint of her strict upbringing held her back from screaming, "Tiger! Angel! Both of you, fuck me in every hole!" She felt she was on the verge of becoming an uncontrollable nymphomaniac serving both of her children and she loved it. 

Alan lay exhausted six inches beneath his mother's pussy. His hands were resting and his penis was now lifeless, but he enjoyed the front row view of the double finger fuck nonetheless. It seemed like it was raining pussy juice.

Eventually, Susan's best orgasm of the day (so far) finally came to an end. 

Katherine's finger fucking slowed down to a near stop. But she couldn't get herself to take her fingers out of her mother's holes just yet. 

Susan finally said, "Thanks for the help, Angel. I think you can take out your fingers now."

"Are you sure?" Katherine asked, still wiggling the fingers a little bit. "Do you promise to behave?" She was playing for time and trying to establish precedence on what she could do in the future. She rubbed her thumb along her mother's clit while trying to dig her fingers deeper into Susan's dripping hole. 

Her mind screamed, I can't believe I have my finger up my mother's pussy! I've been pumping it like there's no tomorrow and she doesn't care! And her ass! It's like I'm in control and she's the child. This is so awesome!

Susan's body involuntarily writhed with the new wiggling she could feel in both holes. "Yes. Mommy has been very naughty, but she promises to be good now. Please let me go."

"Okay, then." Katherine could see no more excuse for delay and her fingers came out with a loud pop. She sucked her mother's juices off of her fingers in full view of Alan's eyes while Susan was facing the other way. She really played up the licking for her panting and recovering brother. She even gave him a saucy wink while she sucked her thumb clean. 

Finally Susan sat up and moved away, forcing Katherine to stop her licking fun. The sexy mother ended up lying in the bed next to Alan, resting and thinking. 

CHAPTER 5

As Katherine sat back down next to the bed she commented, "You're acting really weird today, Mom. What would have happened to you two if I hadn't been here? I shudder to think."

"I just shudder," Susan joked, making reference to her many loud, very visible, and intense orgasms. "But Angel, thank you for your help. Having a referee isn't so bad, I guess."

"No problem." Katherine smirked, tickled pink that her mother considered what she did some kind of help and not a blatant grope. 

"It allowed me to let go." 

"I noticed." 

Susan, however, wasn't completely oblivious about Katherine's fondling. She laughed and said, "But daughter, you know there are other ways to pick a person up. You don't have to lift Mommy up like a bowling ball!!" 

They all laughed at that.

Susan greatly enjoyed the touch of her daughter. It was the first time she'd felt another woman's fingers inside her pussy. Deep down she wanted more. But she couldn't consciously admit that to herself just yet. She had to ask Katherine to stop or else she figured she would have to admit to herself that she was a bisexual. After what she'd done with Suzanne lately, that wasn't a topic she wanted to think about at all.

She also was pleased with the whole "referee" idea. She liked when she didn't have to control her own desires, but could rely on Katherine to intervene. She wished for more. 

This is great. I can go right to the edge of fucking without having to worry about losing all control. I can't wait until Tiger fucks me up the butt! Angel would have to watch to make sure he doesn't slip in the other hole. As long as she's watching, I should probably play with her clitoris just a little bit, you know, just to say thanks for keeping an eye out. Oops! I didn't say that. No clit sucking for you, Susan, I meant clit fondling. Not legal. Boundaries. Lesbianism. Bad. Boy, when did I become such a naughty mommy?

Alan sat up on the bed a bit and said, "By the way, Mom, I've hardly ever done that before. Put my mouth down there on a woman, I mean. It was all so sudden and overwhelming that I couldn't really figure out if I liked it. I don't think I've gotten the hang of it. Can we try that again some time when we're both more aware of what we're doing?"

Susan was perturbed. "Tiger, don't ask me that. You've got me very confused. We'll talk about that later. ... Of course I enjoyed it, but your sister says we're not allowed to do it." 

She looked across Alan to her daughter with a sour face, as if she thought her daughter was a jailer. 

But Katherine rightly pointed out, "Mom, I'm just enforcing your rules. If you don't like them, why not change them?"

Katherine had flopped back on the sofa across from where the prostrate Alan lay on the bed. The giant Mr. Excitement dildo was still sticking out of the bottom of her nightie. She'd been too busy with Susan to get her own climax, but she was making up for lost time. She slowly kneaded her breasts and occasionally played with her clit or the dildo. 

Susan was intensely curious about the big black object sticking out of her daughter's slit. She also didn't want to discuss her own hypocritical standards. So she asked, "What's that thing, Angel? That, that... dildo? Vibrator?"

"That's right, Mom, it's a vibrator. Don't you own one?"

"No. Don't you remember I'm sexually conservative and frigid?" 

All three of them had a hearty laugh at that. 

As an aside, Susan noted, "God, I don't know what's come over me. I think that's the fourth joke I've made today! I feel all loosey goosy. It's great. I feel so alive and unrestrained!" 

"Why don't you ask Suzanne for one?" suggested Katherine, still talking about dildos. "In fact, I think she's already got one with your name on it."

"Is it as good as a real penis?" Susan asked, very interested.

"No, nothing feels as..." Katherine answered, then stopped herself. She was going to say, "Nothing feels as good as Alan's cock filling my pussy," but luckily she stopped herself in time. She reminded herself again that in her mother's eyes she was still supposed to be a virgin. 

Instead, she completed her thought by saying, "...good as a real penis. At least I don't think so. Not like I would know, first hand, you know. But how could something plastic compare with real flesh and blood? The big size is just for show. It doesn't actually help, though the wideness feels nice." She began pumping the plastic penis in and out of herself again, as if to help demonstrate her meaning.

"Okay, Angel, I think we get the point," Susan said in an annoyed voice. But at the same time she unconsciously licked her lips with lusty desire to feel and taste her daughter's sopping wet pussy. 

She shook her mind clear of those thoughts and looked over to the clock beside the bed. "Tiger, I take it you're down for the count for a while. Why don't you two run along? It's still an hour and a half until dinner, so both of you can get a lot of homework done. But, Son, if you get erect while you're working, you know whose mouth is always waiting for a cock stuffing."

Alan reluctantly sat up in bed, somewhat surprised it was all over. 

Katherine was surprised too. 

Both of them were hoping that they were at the beginning stages of a full on family orgy. But Susan's fear of having a lesbian side gave her enough willpower to stop. 

Susan grabbed her son's hand and held onto it. "Tiger, today I'm feeling a little ... I don't know what. Naughty, I suppose. But don't expect this kind of thing all the time, okay?"

He replied with genuine feeling, "Mom, I feel so good in your bed. I just want to stay here forever."

She put a second hand on his and caressed it. "I know, I know. Me too. And believe me, I plan to suck your cock in this bed so many times that it'll be your new home away from home, especially after the divorce is final. And if you want to kiss my pussy a little bit here and there, like you just did, that's okay. Not only that, but I meant what I said about titfucking. If you want to slide your big thing through mommy's titties any time you like, I suppose she's helpless to stop you." 

Her attitude changed as she remembered the need for self-control. "As long as we don't get carried away, that is. But we have to do responsible things too, like homework. Maybe we'll save the titfucking as a reward for when you finish all your homework. So get going before you make me all lightheaded and juicy with another one of your sweet compliments. And you too, daughter. Next time, if I'm standing by the kitchen cabinets and you want to get some breakfast cereal, you don't have to fill up my cunt and ass with your fingers to get me to move, you know. There are other ways. So improper." 

But all three of them were smiling, because she didn't really mean her weak admonishments very much.

Katherine thought to herself, I am SOOO going to be fully fucking Mom really soon. Kim is going to die of jealousy! Family orgy right around the corner. Yes!

CHAPTER 6

A few sex-free hours followed. Alan and Katherine actually accomplished some homework. Both of them were far behind in their classes. 

Alan had a test coming up he knew he would do poorly on, but choosing between studying harder and more sexual games, he always ended up playing the sexual games. He consoled himself that at least he got a little bit of prep work done. 

Dinner was also relatively free of teasing. Katherine and Susan even wore fairly normal clothing instead of their sexy nighties. The reason for the mood shift was that Alan made clear his penis was still needing a rest from overwork. The other two tried to pace themselves to him and so let him get some space. The only exciting thing was a decision made at dinner.

Katherine said, "You know, Mom, since you were so naughty this afternoon, I think you should be punished. I think I should spank you, just like I was punished with a spanking by Suzanne for breaking the rules."

"You're right, Angel." Susan was all too willing to be spanked, not to mention poked, probed, kissed, fondled, and licked, as long as it was done by one of her loved ones. "But let's wait for tomorrow. Maybe Suzanne can administer it, since she's so good at that kind of thing. Today is my special day with my special Tiger." 

Susan went back to humming the song she made up, which she now called "The Alan Song." She liked to vary the rhythm, tempo, and words, which came out slightly different each time:

I am Alan's cow

Gonna suck his prick like I don't know how 

Son makes mom go "moo"

Rewards her mouth with a load of goo

Mommy's chest's a hit

She can't wait until he fucks her tits

I am Alan's rack

He owns my chest and that's a fact



She was too shy to sing or say the words out loud. But she thought, Wouldn't it be great though if he could read my mind and hear the song? Maybe he'd get so excited that he'd throw me on the table and do all kinds of nasty things to me right in front of everyone. He'd show everyone just how much he desires me and needs my body to temporarily satisfy his endless lust. Hey! That's a good idea for a new lyric:

I am Alan's hole

On the table here he'll take control

Susan wasn't very good with quick sexual wordplay, but for some reason she was better with rhymes and could turn just about any thought into a new lyric for her song, given time. 

They were interrupted by a phone call during dinner. Susan answered it, and soon was happily chatting away. 

Alan thought, The outside world. What a trippy thought. It's like a cold slap of reality to recall there are other people out there living normal lives, and occasionally having to deal with boring, non-sexual...

His thoughts trailed off as he started paying attention to her words. 

Susan spoke into the phone gaily, "Yes, it IS that big. No, I'm not kidding. You've seen it yourself, so why do you always ask me to describe it? ... Yes, it's about that thick, I can just barely get my fingers around it. Though you've got smaller hands, so I don't know about you. ... Imagine trying to stuff a giant cucumber in your mouth. Can you imagine how great it is to have your mouth filled with that much cock? ... Yeah, it can be tough and tiring, but man, when you get that payoff... ... Yes. ... Yes. Tasty. Delicious! ... Sooooo good. Imagine having such a hot, throbbing big thing filling your whole mouth and then it just erupts! All that spermy goodness hitting the back of your throat... Girl, I'll tell you, it's the best feeling in the whole wide world!" 

The other woman talked for a minute or more before Susan continued, "Don't worry. You'll get your chance. ... No, I don't mind a little bit of sharing. My son is a special cum-filled boy with very special needs, and that includes having lots of sexy vixens constantly sucking his cock. He deserves help from exactly the likes of you. Just thinking about him painting your cute face and huge tits with his milky sperm gets me so hot! ... Of course he likes you. He loves your tits, naturally. I told you that yesterday. AND the day before. Maybe he loves them a little too much, but I try not to get jealous. ... Yes. Maybe he'll do it to you tomorrow night. ... You ARE Alan-worthy! How many times do I have to tell you that already? Where did your confidence go? ... Be patient. It's almost here. Just one more day...."




Six Times a Day Pt. 23



Alan found his penis rigidly erect once more after hearing just that much of the phone call. It was obvious to him that Susan was talking to Brenda, and the thought of Brenda being so hot for him increased his arousal still further. 

The call made clear to Alan that Brenda had been invited to come to the next day's card game. His mind filled with possibilities. 

Susan and Brenda talked on the phone quite a while longer, discussing various outfits they might wear to the event. 

Brenda didn't realize that Alan was in the room where Susan was talking, but Susan took full advantage of his presence to further arouse him. She looked straight at Alan and posed for him as she described in great detail all the sexy clothes she might wear to the game. Her hands ran all over her body as she described to Brenda the cuts of her clothes and just what she'd expose to Alan, and then what her son would do to her. 

She described in a nearly breathless voice how her son would grab her long brown hair with two hands and "forcibly fuck my face," as she put it. She also thoughtfully repeated nearly everything Brenda said, so Alan could imagine what Brenda would be dressed like too.

Alan heard Susan say things like, "So you say you want to suck his cock, but how badly do you want it? ... Uh huh. That bad? ... I see. And what would you do to tempt him into fucking your monstrously huge tits? Would you get on your knees and beg? ... You would? Goodness! What would you say, exactly?" 

Even though Susan was fully dressed in a light green low cut dress and she was merely running her hands over her clothes, Alan found he was as fully aroused as if she'd been naked. Between his vivid imagination, the continued phone conversation, and Susan's sultry looks in his direction, he had no choice but to take his painfully hard erection out. 

Katherine was also heated up by her mother's wanton display. She immediately grabbed her brother's shaft under the dinner table and went to work on it with both hands. 

Susan heated both of them up even further with her language on the phone. 

For instance, after Brenda described a particular dress she might wear, Susan replied, "Are you sure the fabric is thick enough, or are your outrageously erect nipples going to poke right through it? And how will it look wet, when it's soaked through and through from your pussy juice and Alan's big loads? You'll look like you won a sticky wet T-shirt contest by the end of tomorrow night, I guarantee you. Have you ever had your big chest entirely basted and bathed in sperm? You will soon!"

But while Brenda didn't know that Alan was in the room, Susan didn't realize that Brenda took off her clothes as the call went on. Susan's words were so hot that Brenda was very literally burning up and found herself disrobing. By the end of the call, Brenda was buck naked and wildly frigging herself. 

Brenda finally had to end the call just so she could devote two hands and all her attention to her pussy. Plus, she got so aroused that she found it difficult to keep talking or even breathe regularly. As soon as she put the phone down, she let out a piercing wail and came in proverbial buckets.

Susan sat back down at the dinner table. "That was Brenda," she said calmly, even though Alan and Katherine had already long figured that out. "She's calling me all the time these days. It's like getting bugged by the Jehovah's Witnesses or something." She pretended to be annoyed, but in fact she loved calls like that one. Her upper thighs were wet and she would have loved to suck off her son yet again, but for once her jaw was too sore and tired to do it. 

Plus, she suspected that her daughter was taking care of it already. Katherine was trying to be subtle about it, but Susan could see the telltale motions the way Katherine's her upper arms went up and down repeatedly. 

Brenda had been calling Susan a lot ever since their last card game, but she usually did it in the middle of the day when her son Adrian was at school. But he was off for the evening, and Brenda just couldn't constrain herself from calling for what was the third time that day. 

It was like she was becoming hooked on a drug - talking and thinking about sex with Alan. Susan was already hooked on the same drug, so the two of them usually would talk for ten minutes or more with each call. These calls almost always ended up with climaxes for the both of them. 

Susan continued in a casual voice as if she was talking about perfectly ordinary things, "I'm kind of warming up to her though. She's nice. You don't mind if she comes over for the card game tomorrow night, do you, Tiger?"

"No. Of course not." 

"Good. You'll tame her in no time. She's so hot to suck your cock already that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. You make me so proud, you busty babe tamer, you." She said this beaming with pride, as if describing her son's winning science fair project. 

Alan's mind boggled. So much for my "normal outside world" theory. Other moms in this neighborhood are chatting to each other about their kids playing baseball and the TV show they saw last night. But here, everything is sex, sex, sex! I'm going to fail school for sure, not to mention trying to get into college. Forget that. 

I can't stop all the sex to save my life. Not with these women. Hell, even as I'm sitting here, Sis is giving me a nice slow stroking. And I mean, Brenda! Fuck! Playing with watermelon-sized tits or doing algebra. Hmm? Not much of a choice there. Not only that, but I'm slowly turning... I don't know what. Complacent. ... No, not that so much as expectant. There was a time not that many weeks ago when I would have been too awed to even speak to her, but now I expect Brenda to become another fuck toy. Maybe tomorrow, in fact. It's like she was put on the Earth to serve me. But surely she has her own motivations. I wonder why she and Susan, when they talk on the phone, why do they go on and on about my-

Susan picked up a fork and interrupted his thoughts by saying, "Good. I must admit, that call really worked me up. But let's finish eating up here first, and then we can get down to some serious spermy fun. Okay?"

So Katherine continued lightly rubbing his penis with one hand while the three of them resumed eating. 

Susan was sure what Katherine was doing by now, but she didn't mind, despite it being a Tuesday. She thought, Angel's hands are warming him up, but my mouth is going to be the main act as soon as dinner is over. Or maybe my tits, to give my jaw a bit of a rest. Maybe it's time for a titfuck. Yes! Titfuck!

CHAPTER 7

A few minutes later, the phone rang again. As Susan went to answer the phone, she grumbled, "What does Brenda want now? How many times do I have to walk her through another blowjob? Good grief!" 

But it turned out to be one of Susan's cousins, living in Chicago. That was a real cold slap of reality for Susan. This cousin, like almost everyone in Susan's extended family, was very religious and uptight. Susan was grateful that for once she was actually fully dressed as she furiously blushed imagining what her cousin would think about her last call with Brenda. 

Katherine rather sheepishly stopped rubbing Alan's deflating penis in the face of some intense glares coming from Susan as she talked on the phone. She finally was forced to tuck it back into his shorts and zip up his fly. 

After dinner, Susan was still so obviously spooked from her cousin's call that there was no further teasing or talk of penis stimulation. 

Alan had cooled down a bit himself after he saw her get upset. He figured a break wasn't so bad, especially since he'd lost his erection again. 

Katherine and Alan went to their respective rooms and studied some more until a favorite television show of theirs came on at eight o'clock. 

Suzanne also liked the show, so she came over a few minutes before it started. She walked into the front door of the Plummer house just as Alan and Katherine were migrating to the living room. 

Susan was making a snack in the kitchen.

Suzanne was anxious to finally fuck Alan, and knew that he certainly felt the same. Even though she knew this wasn't the moment to fuck, she thought she'd have some fun playing with him about the idea.

"How is your day going, Angel?" Suzanne asked Katherine from one room away, as she took off her panties from under her heavy clothes, deposited them in the underwear cabinet, and walked further inside. She was starting to use Susan's affectionate nickname for Katherine ever since they'd become intimate.

"Good, I guess. For a Tuesday, if you know what I mean." Katherine rolled her eyes in frustration. 

"I do." Suzanne could definitely relate to the lack of access to Alan's penis these past couple of Tuesdays. 

Alan was sitting on the floor. 

Suzanne stood between him and the television, so she towered over him. She smiled as she looked down at him. "And how has your day been, Sweetie?"

"Amazing and surreal, as usual," he answered honestly.

"But you look tired," she said consolingly in her slightly scratchy voice. "I'll bet you had a hairy day." She lifted up her dress as she said this, so her pussy was hanging right over his face. With a happy snicker, she added, "You look really bushed."

He looked up and nearly drooled at the sight of the pink pussy staring him in the face. He was genuinely surprised though at just how wet she was. Rivulets of her juices flowed out of her hole and down toward her stockings.

Katherine could tell what kind of show Alan was getting. She quipped, "He's weary from the daily grind."

Suzanne giggled along with Katherine. "Exactly. He's knackered."

"Knickered," Katherine giggled some more.

"I think he should relax and take a load off, don't you?" 

"Definitely!" 

But while Katherine was all giggles, Alan asked seriously as he gazed up into Suzanne's dripping pussy lips, "Aunt Suzy, how did that happen? I mean your wetness. You're all wet, but you just walked in the house. You haven't even done anything yet."

Suzanne stepped forward and planted her feet on either side of him so her crotch was directly above his face. "You still don't get it, do you? I'm so hot for you that just the idea of walking into this house gets me wet. Just the mention of your name gets me flowing like the Amazon. Do you know what you and I are going to do really soon? We're gonna..." - her voice dropped down to a barely audible but still hoarse and sexy whisper - "fuck." 

Alan cleared his throat nervously. He looked over to his sister sitting on the couch and noticed that she'd heard. 

Katherine's only visible reaction was to giggle a bit at his obvious awkwardness. Inside, though, she was worried. If Alan could fuck Suzanne, why would he still want to fuck me? She's so gorgeous and talented and sex-mad that they'll never be able to pry those two apart. Damn! 

Suzanne lazily rubbed her pussy lips with one hand as she continued to hold her dress up high with the other. Knowing that Katherine had heard her whisper, she made no further attempt to keep her voice down. "That's right, stud. You're gonna get to know this hole really well. Imagine lying on top of me right now, and bouncing up and down on me like a pogo stick. My pussy can almost feel the fullness. God DAMN! When I think about you sitting on me, plowing into me... Whoa! Your penis is gonna live in this hole if I have my way, and to be brutally honest, I usually do. What do you think of that? Are you ready to fuck your Aunt Suzy?" She again whispered the word "fuck" but this time really spat it out as sexily and naughtily as she could manage. 

These words only confirmed Katherine's fears, especially the comment, "Your penis is gonna live in this hole if I have my way." But she knew there was no way to go against Suzanne and win.

Alan was in awe at Suzanne's words. He almost missed her question, but finally stammered out, "Y-y-yes." Somehow he felt unusually nervous in the face of Suzanne's overpowering sexual magnetism.

Suzanne smiled at the return of his bashfulness. "Good answer. That's right. You're going to fuck your Aunt Suzy silly, every day. She's going to show you what fucking really means. But in the meanwhile, you've gone and made her wet, very wet. Maybe you could lick her boo-boo up with your tongue, and make it all better?"

"I don't know," he answered as he looked all around. He knew that Katherine wouldn't say or do anything to stop him from doing what Suzanne wanted. But he worried about Susan and her current mood.

As if on cue, Susan shouted from the kitchen, "Cookies are ready! Here they come!" She walked in carrying a tray of hot, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

Suzanne would have had time to move to a less exposed position, but didn't bother. She flaunted her pussy exposure above Alan for Susan to clearly see. She briefly acknowledged Susan's presence with a "Hi, Susan." Then she spoke to Alan about the cookies with obviously intended innuendo, "Hmm. Hot and fresh, and delivered to you on a platter. You're a lucky guy, Sweetie. How can you turn down that offer?" 

Susan's face wrinkled with concern as she saw Suzanne's standing above Alan with her pussy and bush on full view. She mumbled, "Oh dear."

But Suzanne ignored Susan's reaction. She commented to no one in particular, "Can you believe I'm still wearing all these clothes? We had a fancy dinner with some of my husband's business friends. What a bore. I'm actually still wearing a bra! Can you imagine? I'd better fix that right away." 

She began to take her clothes off one by one in a slow strip tease. 

Alan had lain back on a nearby couch while Katherine and Susan sat on each side of him. The three of them watched Suzanne while she sexily swayed to music playing in her head. 

Susan seemed torn between lust for her best friend and fear of her growing lesbian leanings so she tried to maintain a veneer of normality, as if pretending there wasn't a centerfold-perfect woman slowly getting buck naked in the middle of the room. Susan even got up and served the others drinks right in the middle of Suzanne's act. 

Suzanne understood Susan's psychological issues and kept up a patter of talk to keep the mood light. As she stripped down to just her garter belt and stockings, she casually quizzed Susan about the state of Alan's penis during the day. 

This topic now qualified as perfectly normal and proper for Susan, so she had no problem discussing her son's throbbing erections in great detail and bemoaning to everyone in the room just how "terribly backed up with sperm" her son's penis was. 

Katherine could sense her mother's conflicted mood and so she stayed quiet and played it cool. She didn't even take out her brother's erection, figuring Susan would do that if she was ready. However, since she was wearing an extremely short shirt, she was able to have some fun flashing her pussy at Suzanne. 

Suzanne, though, generally kept her eyes bored right at Alan's crotch. Her body moved so sensually and she talked so blatantly about the need to prevent "sperm build up" that she was sure Susan would break at any time and began rubbing the big bulge running down one of Alan's thighs. 

Susan panted with arousal just as much as Alan and Katherine did, but she kept her resolve and just barely managed to keep her own hands in her lap. The phone call from her cousin was still on her mind. 

Suzanne finally conceded defeat. The ostensible reason for stripping was so she could take her bra off. So, with that accomplished, she began putting some of her outfit back on. However, she somehow made putting clothes back on nearly as arousing as taking them off. 

Her dress was a very low cut one and exposed just about everything since she decided to keep her blouse underneath off along with the bra. With her little show over, she arranged it so that the slightest tug would pull the dress off her nipples. 

CHAPTER 8

With the striptease display over, Susan tried to reassert a non-sexual mood by hyping up her cookies and encouraging everyone to eat some more of them. She wore a frown over Suzanne's impropriety, but she decided that she should wait until she and Suzanne were alone before criticizing her. 

Suzanne, though, had other ideas. She knew that Susan's resistance needed to be further broken if any of them were going to have more sexual fun that evening. So after Susan distributed the plate of cookies again, the red-haired beauty sidled up to the teenagers and whispered to them, "Sweetie and Angel, don't miss this." 

She took the cookie tray Susan was still holding out of her hands and put it down on a coffee table. Then she said, "Susan, I'm a bit insulted. Where's my friendly greeting? What was all that practicing for if you don't put it to use?"

Now it was Susan's turn to get a bit nervous. She stammered, "But my cousin Edith in Chicago... And the kids... Not in front of them..." She looked over at Alan and Katherine anxiously. 

But Suzanne put her hands on her friend's shoulders and directed Susan's attention back her way. She acted quickly before Susan could complain about privacy or any of her other prudish concerns.

Suzanne took Susan in her arms and began French kissing her. 

Susan was very hesitant at first, as she was still reminded of her old ways from the cousin's phone call. 

But Suzanne kept working with her magically talented and quite long tongue, and soon they were going at it as if they'd been kissing in front of the kids for years. Suzanne's hands roamed down to Susan's butt and grasped at the fleshy butt cheeks through Susan's skirt. 

They broke off the kiss after a minute or two. Susan had intended to end things there, but seeing Suzanne's beauty, she just couldn't help herself. She licked all over Suzanne's neck and ears. All the movement pulled Suzanne's tits free from her low cut dress, just as Suzanne had planned a few minutes earlier.

Now facing Suzanne's back, Susan reached around and greedily grasped Suzanne's tits while she nibbled and licked at her neck like a hungry vampire. 

Suzanne moaned with pleasure, delighted at Susan's newfound aggressiveness. She hefted up her breasts and pushed them out to further arouse an eagerly watching Alan. 

Susan eventually realized that she was just supposed to be giving Suzanne a "greeting" kiss, and pulled away. But by now her earlier anxious mood was ancient history, though she did fret some over what a spectacle she'd shown. She never forgot that she was being watched by her children, yet that fact both disturbed her and made her hotter. 

Suzanne could see that Susan was on the verge of complaining about the kiss, so she kept her on the defensive by whispering in her ear, "That was very good, Susan. Remember, we're here to help inspire Alan. His balls are full of all that nasty sperm. Gallons and gallons of nasty sperm! We've got to draw it out and swallow it down, continually. Six times a day. Don't forget all the inspiration he needs for his six times a day duties. He needs to see hot mothers kiss and rub their exposed sexy busts all over each other, like we just did. It's what we do now to help out." 

Susan immediately went from feeling slightly miffed and tricked to being proud at her efforts. Just as Suzanne knew she would, Susan was practically salivating at the mention of having to swallow the improbably large amount of "gallons and gallons of nasty sperm." She thought, Big titted mommies drain balls dry! That's what I do. What was I thinking before?! Who cares about some stupid phone call?

Alan, though, couldn't hear the whispering. So he asked Susan as he chewed on another cookie, "What was that all about, Mom?" 

He was surprised at the kiss, but not really that surprised. He had a raging erection from watching it, plus everything else that had been happening, but he kept it in his shorts for the moment until he could get a sign from Suzanne on how to proceed since she could read Susan's moods better than anyone. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 24



Part 24: Hey Jealousy

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 12)

While Alan and Susan were having fun in Alan's room, Suzanne and Katherine were busy "greeting" each other some more downstairs in the living room. They knew that Alan and Susan would be gone for a good while. They focused on each other's pussies and clits. 

Lately it wasn't unusual to take a half an hour or more of extremely vigorous and talented sucking and licking before Alan would finally give up a load (given that there'd be lots of kissing and groping and resting going on as well), so figured that had at least that must time. They all knew about his PC muscle control now, and both blessed it and cursed it. It was downright exhausting on the jaw muscles.

They sat on the couch next to each other, semi-clothed. Suzanne still kept her dress bunched around her waist, as if she was incapable of pulling it back down ever again. Katherine also kept her dress in a similar position. It didn't block any vital access, but it allowed one to quickly cover up, just in case. They also threw a sheet down over the couch to catch most of their cum and sweat. 

They figured that when Susan came back they'd have a few moments to hear the door open and get decent and hide the sheet before she could walk down the hallway then down the stairs and get in eyesight of them. If worse came to worse and they got caught, they figured it wouldn't be the end of the world, but it still wasn't a good idea to get caught just yet.

Before long, they got into a sixty-nine and really went after each other. They munched each other to orgasm seemingly without ever tiring. 

For nearly an hour, they hardly moved from their sixty-nine, because both of them had penis-starved pussies that needed pleasing, and satisfying any other sexual need was far down the list. Dildos or strap-ons would have been perfect to give both of them that "fucked by Alan" feeling they craved more than anything, but for once neither of them had any toys handy. 

Finally, they heard the door to Alan's room open and shut. Luckily, they still had their dresses hanging around their midsections and were acutely listening for any sounds since Susan had been gone longer than expected. 

Susan stopped by the bathroom so they had plenty of time to dress and make themselves presentable before she came down the stairs. Not having to wear bras or panties allowed them to get dressed in a hurry. They stuffed the wet sheet underneath the couch.

To Suzanne and Katherine's surprise, Alan and Susan came downstairs together. They both seemed quite satisfied with each other as they walked into the living room hand in hand, fully dressed.

Katherine and Suzanne wore semi-bored expressions in an attempt to look like they'd been watching TV the whole time. 

Alan and Susan had hoped to catch the last of their favorite show, but they'd played tit games far too long and the show was long over. 

Suzanne and Katherine were relieved that they didn't have to fill them in on any plot, because although the TV had been on, the volume had been completely muted and they hadn't paid the slightest bit of attention to the screen. The smell of sex filled the room, but that too wasn't very unusual any more and didn't cause any suspicions.

Suzanne had had so much time to dress that she'd put back on all of the fancy clothes she'd arrived in, including her jacket. But after only a minute she decided that she'd overdone it in her zeal to hide what she and Katherine had been doing. While the others were making small talk, she wordlessly pulled her dress up past her hips and opened up her top so her tits came falling out. 

Susan was perturbed because Suzanne was pushing into new territory. Everyone knew that there would be teasing and flashing of skin once Alan had some more minutes to recover, but it was obvious from the way Alan was sitting that he wasn't hard and wasn't even in the mood to get that way anytime soon. Suzanne was just getting naked because she wanted to. 

Susan protested, "Suzanne, I love you dearly, but what on God's green Earth do you think you're doing?" 

"Just getting more comfortable. Between the three of us women, we're naked more often than not in this house. Isn't it so? So why pretend? Why can't we just get as naked as we want to be, wherever we want to?" 

Suzanne deliberately kept her dress over her stomach to highlight the shocking white skin of her twin tit wonders. The dress also pushed her tits up and made them look unusually large. 

"But Tiger's here!" Susan complained. 

Suzanne responded, "So? All's the better, even if you did just suck him dry. We all know that Alan needs to drain his lizard of cum at least six times a day. Is it enough to help him cum when he gets hard? I think not. We need to be more proactive so he can get hard and stay hard more often. That means we have to expose ourselves to him nearly constantly, and more when he's not around to stay in practice." 

Susan was going to protest some more, but Alan spoke up first. "Mom, what's the problem? Suzanne's right. She's just helping me out with visual stimulation. But even if she wasn't, then so what? Why should we have any rules about clothing at all?" 

Susan protested to the whole group, "But if we listened to Suzanne, that means it would never stop. The three of us would spend nearly every waking moment trying to arouse Alan here, stroking and sucking him, then draining him of his precious seed. Then it would start all over again in a never-ending vicious circle. Why, there'd be nothing but cocksucking and titfucks all day long!" 

Suzanne smiled. "That's right. And you see this as some kind of problem?" She glanced at Alan and winked. 

Susan gasped. The enormity of Suzanne's vision hit her and she found herself pleased beyond words. She momentarily envisioned other women busy at the office chained to the nine to five grind while she stayed at home getting her chest and face bathed by load after load of her son's sweet cum. She felt weak in the knees. She found the idea of basically being enslaved to her son's desires to be particularly appealing. She managed to mutter, "Uh, no problem." 

Suzanne pressed her advantage. "So, you see more nudity is a good thing." Her legs had been pressed together, but she opened them wide so everyone could see the entirety of her pussy and her dark reddish-brown bush. 

Susan's mouth opened wider, but no words came out. 

"This is sweet," Katherine said as she took all of her clothes off. She was quick to revel in her newfound freedom before Susan had a chance to change her mind. "No more of this 'Keep your clothes on, Angel,' and 'Angel, looks like your blouse has fallen open' stuff that I hear all the time. Yes!" She punched a fist into the air triumphantly. 

But Suzanne said, "That may be true, Katherine, but you have to think strategically. Sure, it's fun to undress and loosen up, but you'll still want to keep most of your clothes on most of the time to best tempt our big boy here. Look at me and then look at you. You're already out of clothes. You've got nowhere to go from there. But I still have all kinds of possibilities, all kinds of ways to recapture his eye if it wanders. You have to work your way to total nakedness slowly." 

Suzanne visibly demonstrated, "Look at Alan's face and how he stares at my pussy. See how I have my legs open, but just a little bit. Watch how his attention keeps coming back to me as I move around and sometimes expose my pussy and sometimes close my legs again. It's the same with the way I keep things interesting with my breasts: covering, then stretching, then leaning forward, and so on. There's an art to teasing and you need to learn it." 

Katherine saw the logic in that, as did Susan. They both nodded, as if students taking stripping and cockteasing lessons from the experienced Suzanne. 

Suzanne then said to Katherine, "Now, put your postage stamp skirt back on, then your flimsy shirt that you cleverly always keep unbuttoned." 

Katherine quickly complied. She noticed that Alan was watching her closely to see what would happen. 

Then Suzanne continued, "Stand up, and take your shirt off again, but slowly this time. And put some oomph into it." 

Katherine had opened her shirt up wide from the front and was about to take it the rest of the way off. 

But suddenly Suzanne said, "Freeze! Hold that position. Good. Now wait. Pull your skirt down further to where the top of your bush would be showing, if you had one. Good. Now go back to holding your shirt wide open." 

With Katherine frozen in place like that, Suzanne turned to Alan and said, "Now, Sweetie, tell us. Which is more attractive: Katherine like this, or her totally naked?" 

Alan pondered the delightful question. 

While he was thinking, Katherine said, vamping it up, "Boy, it sure is hot in here. If you'll excuse me, I'll just have to take this off all the way!" 

They all laughed. 

Alan said, "If you put it that way, I like this better." 

But Katherine made a nod towards Alan's short shorts and said, "Look. If this teasing is so good, then why is he still soft?" 

Suzanne pointed out, "Susan just spent an hour draining Alan to within an inch of his life. If he could get erect yet again at this point it would be a miracle. But he's aroused in the mind and ready to go if the flesh is willing, isn't that right, Sweetie?" 

Alan nodded. 

The lesson learned, Katherine sat back down with her shirt still on, but wide open in the front. She kept her skirt low slung, and in fact dropped it even further. She basically imitated the way Suzanne sat topless on the couch, and tried to consciously mimic Suzanne's always sexy gestures and movements. 

Susan was nervous in front of the others, but her competitive nature wouldn't allow her to stay dressed while the others slowly lost their clothes. She asked for help, and Suzanne walked her through a sexy style of taking her clothes off. 

Soon Alan was staring at six tits at once. Being a tit man, he'd never seen a lovelier sight. 

But that was just the beginning. The three of them seemed to have some kind of unspoken competition to see who could arouse Alan the most. They once again followed his mood. Since his penis still needed time to recover, so they put their clothes back on and started their competition slowly. 

For a while, everyone just watched television. But within half an hour, skirts rode up. Phallic objects were held, stroked, and even licked. Tops came completely off. 

Mostly though, the teasing was verbal. For instance, the women joked a lot about fruits. Alan was asked if he wanted just about every large, round fruit imaginable. But this was generally Katherine and Suzanne's game, since Susan wasn't adept at innuendo. However, she paid close attention and started to learn the language. Every now and then, Suzanne offered suggestions on what to do or say in what was a continuing lesson in seduction for mother and daughter. 

The unspoken question hanging over all their activity was: who would get to take care of Alan's next climax? There was the sense that whoever aroused him the best at the moment would get the privilege, but there was no telling, because it was ultimately up to Alan's whim. 

Normally Susan would have been out of the running as she'd just done it, but since it was a Tuesday, that was far from certain. In fact, the surprising thing was that she was magnanimous enough to allow the other ones to remain over at the house and compete in this game at all. She was trying to work on being less possessive. 

But at the same time, while she wasn't normally the competitive type, she was very competitive when it came to Alan's penis. It was clear from her mood and actions that she was determined to show the other two that Alan loved her best and would pick her. 

But Suzanne felt the same. She thought her sexual talents could put her ahead of Susan. 

And Katherine also thought that she alone deserved to be picked. She hoped her status as the most willing and eager fuck toy would cause him to pick her. 

Alan realized that while the situation seemed wonderful on the surface, in reality he was in a serious pickle. No matter whom he picked, the other two would be very offended. Although Alan still had his penis in his pants, the situation was rapidly spinning out of control. 

Before long, the three women dropped the last of their clothes. Suzanne said, "So, big stud, you've got three big-titted women naked and begging to suck your cock. I'll bet you're feeling pretty good about that." 

"I am." 

Suzanne joked, "But the big question is, how are you going to let the other two down when you pick me?" It was a joke and yet it wasn't. 

The other two protested vocally and started listing the reasons why they should be chosen. 

Because he was unwilling to choose, the situation soon spiraled out of control. They started reaching out to him, essentially begging. 

Suzanne, looking uncharacteristically desperate, actually cried out, "Pick me! Pick me!" Soon Susan and Katherine picked up the call, and all three were crying "Pick Me" in unison. The sight was almost comical. 

Alan was highly aroused by their eagerness. Thanks to all the "Pick Me!" cries, his erection finally reached its full size after an hour of constant teasing. But he knew that there was no way in good conscience he could pick one and hurt the other two. He wanted to pick and please them all, but he doubted his mother would take part in a multi-person blowjob with either or both or the other two at the same time. 

He was about to announce that he wouldn't take any help at all, when an idea came to him. I know! I'll let chance decide. Then no one can blame me for losing. 

He stood up dramatically, and said, "Okay, it's true. You all have got me ready to be drained yet again. What a day! I want all three of you equally. You're all so great and sexy; there's no way I can pick just one. That's why we have to play paper rock scissors." 

The three women grumbled, but they went along with the idea. Katherine and Susan picked rock, but Suzanne picked paper. 

Realizing she won, Suzanne was very cool and collected about it on the outside, as if she'd known she was going to win all along. But on the inside she was surprised by the strength of her emotion on just how happy the victory made her feel. 

Alan was diplomatic. He shrugged his shoulders and said to the other two, "I'm really sorry. I'll make sure it evens out later. I'm especially sorry, Mom, for this to happen on a Tuesday. I'll be yours for the rest of the evening after she and I are done. Okay?" 

Susan was so upset that she didn't say anything at first, but she finally nodded a tiny bit. She was doubtful, as was Alan, that he'd be able to get it up again after Suzanne was through with him. 

Suzanne stood up next to Alan and took his hand. She wagged her finger at the others like a lecturing mother and said, "We might be out late, you two, so don't wait up." She realized it was immature to rub in her victory, especially since it was caused by pure chance, but she found she couldn't help herself. She swished and swayed her naked ass in a greatly exaggerated fashion as she walked upstairs with her hand in Alan's. 

She thought as they silently made their way to his room, That was too close! It's time I clearly establish myself as Alan's main lover, or we're going to have many more awkward and ugly scenes like that one. 

The other two just have to accept that I'm in charge here. I'm madly in love with him and I NEED him close to me, every day. I've never felt such need, not even from my husband way back when we were in love. Somehow, all the competition makes me want him ten times more than before. Yes, we're all going to fuck in one big orgy, but he needs to think of me as his primary partner, almost as if I was his wife. That's right. It should be just like if I was his wife. Me! Mrs. Alan Plummer! Heh-heh! 

Okay, calm down. You're acting immature. Irrational. You're supposed to be the cool and calm femme fatale type. Get your act together, girl! 

CHAPTER 2 

Suzanne and Alan reached the door to his room. 

But Suzanne wasn't done thinking, so she said, "Just a sec, Sweetie. Let me freshen up." As he went ahead, she paused outside his door and continued pondering her situation. She realized that lately she'd been a bit like Susan in that she'd been so busy just doing, that she hadn't been thinking things through properly. She wanted to change that. 

Pacing naked up and down the hallway and holding her breasts from bouncing too much, she thought, Okay, the problem here is how to counter the incest factor. I'm his Aunt Suzy, but not his real aunt, and in any case aunt status doesn't come close to competing with the mother and daughter roles in forbidden fruit desire. 

The three of us women are all about equally attractive and personable in his eyes, but I have two things that puts me ahead of them: one, my scheming wiles, and two, my greater sexual skill and experience. In the short term I have to wow and overwhelm him with my sexual prowess so in the long term I can fundamentally reshape our relationship to something more official and substantial. If he treats me as a de facto wife, then I'll have as close a relationship as a sister or mother. I'll be able to use my wits to stay one step ahead, though it won't be easy. 

The problem is, Susan is so into blowjobs that she's overcoming her lack of experience through sheer enthusiasm. I can't get a clear edge there. Ditto with Katherine and all her "fuck toy" talk. But fucking. A-ha! I can gain ground while Susan continues to muck around with her indecision and moral qualms. Alan needs to fuck me now. It's way overdue. 

It's risky with the two of them waiting downstairs, but I have to solidify my position with him TODAY, not tomorrow. Things are too unsettled. There's no telling what one or both of those vixens might do at any moment. For all I know, he could announce tomorrow that he and Katherine are secretly going to go steady. And they might start fucking at any time. 

So I'm going fuck him this very night. I'm so very ready! To be honest I don't know if this makes the best strategic sense or if it's my pussy doing the thinking and I just like the option that gets me fucked fast, but frankly I don't care. I need it! 

She pushed open the door, and saw the welcome sight of a ready Alan lying naked on his bed. Locking the door behind her, she practically dove at the bed. She covered him completely with her body. 

After they kissed, she asked, more as a statement than a question, "We're not just going to be giving you a blowjob today, are we?" 




Six Times a Day Pt. 24



"Uh, no," Alan replied hesitantly, hoping his newfound "go with the flow" and "the less talking the safer you are" strategies would pay off again. 

"Do you remember what I promised you the last time we were together alone, on Sunday night?" 

"How could I forget? You promised that I could get to know your pussy a little bit. Finally!" 

She chuckled with pure glee. "A little bit? I want you to get VERY well acquainted with it. Tonight. 

She lay back on the bed right below where he was sitting up. She spread her legs very wide, giving Alan a great view of her pussy. 

His penis was naturally hard and mere inches from it. 

She pulled her pussy lips open. 

Alan noticed just how thick those lips were. She had a luxuriantly thick bush too. It seemed to him that when it came to Suzanne and sex, she always had more assets than most women. He even commented, "You know, your body is built for sex. And I really do mean that." 

"Why thank you. ... I guess." 

He bent forward to closely examine her nether lips and the gap in between them. 

She said, "Suzanne's pussy, meet Alan Plummer. Alan, say hello to Suzanne's pussy, your new best friend and home away from home." 

He bent closer, and marveled at just the delicate light pink shade of lips and inner membranes now that she was wide open. He figured her light color went with her ivory white skin. 

Giggling gaily like Katherine often did, she asked, "Sweetie, don't be rude. If you meet someone new, don't you give them a handshake?" 

Alan got the idea, and put three fingers into her slit. He spoke into her crotch, "How do you do, Suzanne's pussy? Do you come here often? What's your sign?" 

Both of them laughed. Once she recovered from laughter, she responded, "I do cum here often. I love this room; the cum room. I just love walking in here and filling my nostrils with the smell of your sweet cum. Mmmm. Good memories." 

Suzanne was eager to fuck, but first she wanted Alan to get her off. So, suddenly all action, she said, "Sweetie, I know you know all about the G-spot. Katherine can be a bit secretive about what you do and who you do, but she told me that much at least. Can you find mine?" 

Alan had no trouble finding Suzanne's G-spot. Like everything else she had, including her clit, it was bigger and somehow better than the others' he'd experienced. And unlike when he tried to figure out mysteries of the G-spot with Katherine, Suzanne knew exactly what she wanted. She taught him how to best stimulate it, and he went to town doing exactly what she wanted. But just as she was about to cum, she had him stop completely. 

That surprised him. She pointed out, "Sweetie, I'm just doing the little trick that you're becoming so famous for. Get right to the edge, and then stop and get a second wind, just like you always do. You should learn that's good for a woman too. It's not just how many times a woman cums, but the intensity of the cumming. After a few of these pauses, I'll have the mother of all orgasms. Just you wait and see." 

So he worked on her G-spot some more, even as he fiddled with her clit and she jacked him off. She urged him to go faster and faster, so he did. She was concerned that they wouldn't have much time with Katherine and Susan waiting below, and she wanted to get to the fucking. She was especially concerned about Susan, knowing that this interlude was imposing on her best friend's Tuesday "tradition." 

She built up toward that big climax, but before she got there, she had Alan pause again and take his hand out altogether. She decided to hold out so her massive climax could take place when they fucked. 

She thought, I've got to build this up, just like Sweetie always does, so this'll be the greatest of all fucks. No ordinary "boom boom" fuck - with my Sweetie I've got to make it the most pleasurable fuck ever. I have to keep building and building with more foreplay. 

But no sooner did she say this when she betrayed her own plan. Her pussy was simply too needy. She sat on her heels on his bed, and said, "In a better world I'd tease this out and make a big production out of it, but I can't stand it another second. It's time that you fuck me NOW! Hard! Give it all you've got. Do you have any problem with that?" 

Alan's penis was clearly twitching and ready to go, but Suzanne was surprised that his face showed more concern that excitement. She was even more surprised when he said, rather loudly, "That's a good one. Funny joke. What should we really do?" 

She was beside herself with disbelief. 

But before she could demand an explanation he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Just a second. I'd love to do that. I can't even begin to tell you just how much I've dreamed about it. But we can't in this house. No way, no how. What do you think the odds are that my mom is pressing her ear to the door at this very moment? I'd say very high. Almost certain. Come on, Aunt Suzy! We have to be careful. Strategic. Or she'll blow her lid. Especially after catching Katherine on Saturday. She seems on the edge lately. Who knows what she'd do?" 

Suzanne was so raring to fuck that she'd forgotten all about the possibility of people listening through Alan's door, even though she'd done it herself on several occasions. She'd thought locking the door was good enough but she recalled the keyhole that let through a lot of sound. 

She still couldn't believe they wouldn't get a chance to fuck right then. Hoping that she could prove that they were alone and then get on with fucking, she said, loudly, "Let me think about that. All the delightful possibilities." Then she crept across the room to the door. 

Suzanne put her ear on the door. Even though the room was generally soundproof, an ear on the door did wonders, and as she listened carefully she was just able to make out the sound of heavy panting on the other side. Plus, there was no light coming through the keyhole because a body was obviously blocking it. 

She stepped back and curled her hands into fists. She was so angry that she wanted to punch someone or something. She yelled, in her own mind, God fucking damn you, Susan! Fucking getting off listening to us in here! You had a full hour alone with him in the room a short while ago. Give me some fucking privacy and some fucking time so I can finally fuck this guy in peace, the way he needs to be fucked! Not to mention MY needs! I'm dying! He's dying! Let us do it already! 

She paced back and forth. She was having a hard time not thinking very unkind and hurtful things about her best friend. 

Alan had been hopeful that in fact they were alone and his precautions were unnecessary, but by looking at Suzanne fuming he knew that there was someone on the other side of the door. 

Suzanne momentarily pondered just jumping on Alan and having her way with him, but she realized that would be damaging to her long term plans. There was no way to have a great fuck with a rapt listener at the door. 

She shook her fist at the door. FUCK! That's it. First chance my Sweetie is free, he and I are going to rent a hotel room and fuck like insane bunnies on crack! Put that in the bank! I'm going to craft a cover story that'll give us hours and hours of prime fucking. The cover isn't so much the problem as the time. Between his school, afternoon naps, dinner, tennis tournament, S-Club, and God knows what else.... Oh, there's a stupid fucking card game with Brenda tomorrow night, so tomorrow is out. Damn! ... Oh no! God no! Even worse! He's got the Boy Scout hiking trip this weekend, too. FUUUUUCCCKK! 

She shook her fist again, and then thought, Compose yourself, Suzanne. You're losing it. Losing your edge. Don't lose your reason and your ability to scheme. It's the only thing that keeps you ahead of the pack. Relax. Breathe. Think. Just take a deep breath and think. 

She breathed slowly several times, and then thought, This is a quandary, and my time with Alan right now is limited. I'm going to enjoy this time with him, and then figure out when we can fuck later. Thursday, maybe. Gotta do it by Friday before he leaves that evening for the trip. Definitely. Damn. 

Making sure to walk back to his bed before talking, she said, "Jacking you off is so much fun, but my hands are getting tired. Let's try something else." She said that to cover for the time she'd spent across the room, knowing now that Susan was able to hear everything she said above a whisper. 

CHAPTER 3 

Suzanne hopped back in the bed, and in fact got back to jacking him off, but her face had a heavy frown. 

Alan was much more composed. He was actually amused at the extent of her frustration, and smiled at her. It was amusing for him because for once the tables were turned and she felt the way he'd grown used to feeling nearly every day. Weeks of such constant frustration had given him some immunity to situations like this. Experiencing the excruciatingly frustrating inability to fuck was such a usual thing for him now that this was just more water under the bridge. 

He knew that Susan looked far too antsy when they'd left her. He almost considered it a given that she's snoop on them. He was surprised that the normally extremely astute and observant Suzanne hadn't picked that up as well. 

But Suzanne's senses and skills were dulled by an overwhelming desire to fuck, and it was getting worse every day. First, her "Elle" experience and then her few precious seconds of fucking in the ocean on Sunday had brought her so close that she could taste it. Alan at least had other delicious women to fuck, such as his sister, which made the constant torment from the likes of Susan, Suzanne, and Glory somewhat bearable. But Suzanne had no other male sex partners but Alan (she didn't even think about having sex with her husband, as they hadn't even shared a romantic kiss in years). So, as her desire kept increasing, she was starting to act rashly. 

Back on the bed, with Alan's thick and wet penis in her hands giving her some consolation, she pondered what they could do to take the edge off of her raging need. She pondered the possibilities. Let's see. More blowjobs? Nah. Titfuck? Nah. Anal sex? ... Ah, that's a good one. But he's so resistant to that. Now's not the time to talk him into it, with Susan listening in and time running out. 

Cunnilingus? YES! That's what I want. I've got this massive orgasm still welling up in me despite Susan's rude interruption, and he can release it with his tongue. Yes! Maybe that'll allow me to endure another day. 

Alan leaned forward and whispered, "I'm really sorry, Aunt Suzy, I'd love to fuck you so terribly badly, but when it comes to doing stuff in the house, I have-" 

Suzanne cut him off, whispering back, "Never mind. Let's talk about it later. Just shut up and lick me. Go down on me. Please! I beg you! I need release so bad. Right now!" 

Sitting on her heels, she arched backwards until her head hit the bed. She was presenting her pussy to him as if on a platter. She joked, "Remember what I said about the cookies?" 

He replied, "'Hot and fresh and served on a platter.' Just the way I like it." 

He licked his lips and eagerly moved into position to accept her offering. He'd done this a couple of times, and was getting to like it a little more each time. 

He thought, I'm going to fuck Suzanne soon. If she wants it, she makes it happen. But in the meantime, I've got to make do. I think going down is going to be a lot of fun, if I'm doing it with Suzanne. Knowing her, she's got some secret sex tricks that'll make it twice as orgasmic for the both of us as doing it with anyone else. 

As he moved his head between her legs, she spoke from her bent back position in a low voice she hoped Susan couldn't hear. "Let's be real quiet so Susan doesn't know what we're doing. That'll drive her crazy." 

Alan nodded, and placed his head right above her pussy. "Suzanne, you're so very, very wet. I don't think I've ever seen you quite so wet, and that's saying something." 

"Sweetie, who always makes me that way? For the love of God, please stop talking and do me already!" 

He dove in with his tongue. Suzanne was radiating an aching need, and he knew he had to do his very best to give her the satisfaction she craved and deserved. But he hardly had to do anything. 

After only a minute or two from when his tongue found its way into her inner lips and his fingers found her clit, she flew her upper body forward, and still sitting on her heels, grabbed onto any parts of Alan she could reach and grasped him as if holding on for dear life. Then she let out a piercing scream as the climax that had been building for the past half hour finally found desperate release. 

Her fingernails tore into the flesh on his back as she continued to scream and cum. Alan found his face drenched with her juices. The fluid came out with such force that he wondered if it would have squirted out of her, like a man, if his tongue and face hadn't been in the way. 

She collapsed as if dead and then sprawled out onto his bed. 

Alan though was in better shape, and in fact had yet to cum. 

Curiosity got the best of him, and he hopped up to see if he could hear the sounds of his mother panting. To his surprise, just as he put his ear to the door, he heard the sound of Susan talking. Her voice grew louder and he realized she was walking down the hallway towards his door. 

He couldn't clearly hear Susan's question, but he heard Katherine answer. "I don't know what happened. It sounds like Suzanne came in a major, royal, first rate climax. But I have no idea what they're doing. They said a few strange things. Suzanne said something a few minutes about wanting to be truly fucked, but Alan laughed it off as a joke. Then she asked him to quote do her unquote. Then it's been pretty silent until this scream." 

It occurred to Alan that Suzanne had screamed so loud that Susan must have heard from downstairs and come to investigate. So it wasn't Mom listening, but Sis? Fuck. Too bad we didn't know, but the effect now is still the same. No fucking tonight. 

He heard Susan say, "Fucked, eh? Will see about that." Then he heard a colossally loud sound right by his head, and he realized Susan was starting to pound on the door. He quickly pulled his ear away and backed off towards the bed. 

Susan said through the door, "Suzanne? Are you okay in there? I just heard a scream. What's going on?" She pounded on the door some more. 

Suzanne roused herself on the bed, and answered, loudly, "I'm fine. Never been better! Alan's taking great care of me." 

Susan kept pounding on the door and repeatedly trying to turn the doorknob even though it was locked. "Can you open the door? I want to make sure everything is okay. Please open the door." 

Alan was back near Suzanne's side, so she pulled him close and whispered the obvious. "She thinks we might be fucking, and is trying to break it up. If only she were right. God DAMN." 

Susan continued to knock. "Alan? Can you open up? Please? Tiger?" 

Alan went and opened the door. Susan and Katherine stood there, both dressed for once, and both looking very concerned. As their eyes settled on his face, their eyes went wide, and Alan wondered if he'd done something wrong. 

Susan pointed at his face and asked in wonder, "Is that cum? Suzanne's cum?" 

Alan put a hand to his face, and rather sheepishly realized that it was dripping with Suzanne's juices. For once the shoe was on the other foot, and he was on the receiving end of a facial, a very wet facial. "Uh, yeah. Sorry. Suzanne was just teaching me how to better go down on a woman." 

Susan said in shock, "So you didn't... That means you and her didn't..." 

"No, we didn't, Mom," he replied, as if the idea was silly. He protested a bit disingenuously, "Don't you know that I always obey your boundaries? Whatever gave you that idea that we would do something like that?" 

Susan briefly glared at Katherine, who now looked to be the sheepish one. But the mother was much more relieved than upset to be wrong. "Sorry. It's just the scream was so loud. I trust you..." Yet it was obvious to everyone she didn't trust enough not to check. "But never mind. Since you two look done, why don't you come downstairs and we all can do something nonsexual for a change? Amy just arrived." 

Suzanne sat up in bed with a start. "Amy?" Her voice was so filled with amazement at the name that it was as if she only just realized she had a daughter. And in fact she'd been so out of it that was how she felt. 

It occurred to her just then that when she'd set new nakedness rules earlier in the evening that she'd completely failed to consider Amy. She ruefully realized that Amy was unlikely to wear anything at the Plummer house any more, given the way she loved nakedness. Thinking about her daughter made her remember that she was a married woman with children. The "real world" came flooding back. 

Suzanne had hoped to get much more of Alan's tongue on her box as soon as she'd recovered, but she surveyed the scene and realized that wasn't going to happen. Alan was flaccid again, and the other two were looking at her expectantly and impatiently. 

She'd come into the room buck naked, so she walked out of it the same way. As she passed Alan standing near the other two by the door, she grabbed him by the balls and whispered, "I'm sorry to leave you hanging like this. You're right. No privacy in this house, and too many interruptions. But I'm sure your mother will take care of this problem soon enough" - she squeezed his balls tighter - "if she doesn't give me another chance." 

She walked off to the bathroom so she could slip into a bath robe before greeting her daughter downstairs. 

She thought, I just realized something very key. My Sweetie has a nearly inhuman ability to delay gratification. That's the key to understanding everything. There's his respectfulness and the way he just doesn't up and rape us all... 

And then there's his ability to always barely fend off orgasm with his little strategic breaks so his penis is seemingly always hard. And by delaying so well, he ends up getting and giving far greater pleasures in the end. Things around here would be quite different if he gave into his urges more. Things have been getting so intense that he's slowly turning us all into his nymphomaniac servants as the anticipation grows and grows, probably without even realizing what he's doing. 

Look at me. I'm a wreck because of the anticipation, but he can deal with it. He just keeps going and going like some kind of sex mad Energizer bunny. If I don't watch out, he's going to end up in charge of everything and everyone. 

Alan went back into his room to change into some clothes. He just shook his head in wonder at all the strange things happening to him on an hourly basis. 

CHAPTER 4 

Alan walked down the stairs a few minutes later. Despite not getting off with Suzanne, he'd nonetheless shared a very emotionally exhausting experience and was looking forward to doing something mellow like watching television. He'd been taping some episodes of the British sci-fi comedy 'Red Dwarf', and everyone had gotten into the show's wacky humor. He anticipated sitting down and watching a couple of episodes. As it was already about 9:30, he figured when they were done with that the others would leave and his mother would give him a very intense "goodnight kiss" and blowjob. 

But he was mistaken. Suzanne may have been deeply satisfied after her "mother of all climaxes," but Katherine and Susan were sexually worked up. 

As Susan had said, Amy was there too. She gave Alan an endearingly cute little wave hello, which he returned with a smile. She wasn't particularly worked up at the moment, but she always seemed up for whatever the others wanted to do. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 24



They all moved into the living room where Alan attempted to explain his Red Dwarf viewing plan. 

Katherine spoke up. "That sounds fine, but before we watch that, now that you're here, I think it's time for us to welcome Amy into our home, since we haven't done that yet, what with the racket you were making up there and all." 

Alan was confused what this welcoming entailed since Amy was like family already, but Katherine stood up and demonstrated her meaning. To everyone's surprise, including Amy's, she embraced Amy and then gave her a long, passionate kiss on the lips. This in fact was the first time they'd kissed on the lips, but it seemed perfectly natural after everything else they'd done to each other. The kiss went on and on. 

When it was over, Katherine explained, "We have a new greeting custom around here. My mom has finally caught on to the California custom of women kissing each other on the lips. So now we're all doing it. Do you want to join us?" 

"M'kay! Sounds super!" Amy's agreement was a given, which is why Katherine only bothered to ask after the kiss was over.

Katherine then said to Susan, "Since I've greeted Amy, now it's your turn." 

Susan sat silently. She was tensed up from a couple of hours of not being able to jack off or suck off her son. In fact, she'd been spacing out while imagining what it would be like to deep throat him. She'd almost ignored the kiss between Amy and Katherine. 

But even as she fantasized about more cocksucking, kissing Amy was a different matter. She told herself that she only wanted to get back to her favorite position, with her head between her son's thighs. Anything else was an unnecessary distraction, and unseemly. So she said in a distracted voice, "No thanks, you go ahead." 

Her daughter goaded her, "Come on, Mom, aren't you going to greet Amy already?"

Susan obviously wasn't planning on moving from her seat. "Really, I shouldn't. She's just a girl. So innocent. It's so improper!" Susan truly thought kissing Amy was going too far, though she didn't feel nearly as strongly about doing such things with Amy as Suzanne did.

"Awww, come on," prodded Katherine. "Chiiiickeeen! Bauwk, bauwk, bauwk! Chicken!" Katherine clucked and flapped her arms like a chicken. 

Suzanne was noticeably silent, but resigned to the situation. She was only paying half attention too, as she was busy thinking about her failure to get fucked and her failure to control her desires. Her top priority at the moment was figuring out a time when she could be alone with Alan without being disturbed. 

Alan smiled at his sister's chicken antics, but thought it would be diplomatic to stay clear of adding to the clucking. He did add though, more diplomatically, "Come on, Mom. If you don't, you'll hurt her feelings. Amy is always feeling left out. She's growing up now and should be treated like an adult, not a baby. It's okay."

That persuaded Susan to go ahead with the kiss, though she remained very reluctant. She stood and said, "Very well." 

The others, even Suzanne, watched closely as Amy and Susan drew their bodies into each other. Susan didn't want to get too erotic, but her tongue had a mind of its own and played with Amy's tongue deep in her mouth. 

Susan disengaged after only half a minute, even though it was obvious Amy wanted the kiss to go on.

Amy managed to keep licking and making small kisses on Susan's face for another minute or so before Susan pulled away completely. 

Susan didn't exactly mind the extra attention, and moaned in delight. She thought, I really need to get a hold of myself. I get so hot thinking about my tasty spermy son that I'm doing all these crazy things. People who didn't know any better might look in and think I'm some kind of lesbian! 

Suzanne was flummoxed as she watched the kiss. I guess it's good and natural that they kiss. After all, I want an open-ended orgy in this house, and I don't have a problem, in theory, with Amy being with any one else here, except me of course. 

But to see this in reality.... She's my little baby! ... I have to accept that she's become a woman, and has needs. Given that she has my genes, she must have very great sexual needs. I suppose if I had to choose I couldn't think of a better guy for her than Alan, but he's MY guy now. I can't out and out say that though, since he doesn't know that I'm going to be his top woman.

Susan said to everyone as she flopped back on the couch, "There! You happy? Now we can watch some TV." 

"I am," said Katherine.

"Me too!" said a very bubbly Amy.

"But there's one thing we're still missing," Katherine added.

"What's that?" asked Suzanne curiously. Usually she thought of every angle but she knew today wasn't her best day for thinking. Is she going to ask Alan and Amy to kiss? ... Oh no. Is she going to ask ME to kiss my own daughter? No way. Ain't gonna happen. Even in an orgy tangle of bodies I'm not gonna so much as touch her. She's my real flesh and blood!

But Katherine anticipated Suzanne's reluctance to kiss Amy and was thinking of something else. "We all have an attention grabbing sign for Alan now, except for Amy." Katherine quickly explained to Amy about another new custom, Alan's "getting of attention," and what everyone's signals were.

Amy clapped her hands in glee. "Ooh! Ooh! I definitely want my own signal too!" 

"What'll it be, Big Brother?" asked Katherine. "You've already picked some good spots. You don't want to repeat yourself." She pulled up her skirt, spread her legs, and rubbed at her bare patch, to remind him of his signal with her.

"Hmm, that's true," he realized. "What if I kiss Amy on the lips, since everyone else here is. But since that's a bit tame compared with the other greetings, at the same time I can run my hands all over her while the kiss lasts."

Suzanne in particular wasn't too happy about this, but before she or anyone else could voice a dissent, Alan leaned in and physically demonstrated his idea. 

He and Amy locked their lips and they kissed intently and ravenously. 

Amy was beside herself with joy at getting unexpectedly kissed by three of her favorite people, one after another. 

Alan meanwhile stuck one hand under the band of Amy's shorts so he could rub her butt, while another hand reached inside her shirt and groped at her boobs. Naturally there was no underwear for him to overcome. As he cupped her globes from below, he thought, These are nice and big. Very nice. I think she's a keeper, heh heh! 

Relying on Amy to keep himself from falling, he even shoved his knee between her legs and repeatedly pushed and ground one of his thighs up into her crotch. 

As the kiss went on, he pulled her shorts down to her knees. The hand on the butt soon migrated around to Amy's shaved pussy. He was fingering it by the time they ran out of breath and the kiss had to end.

Alan looked around. He wondered if he'd gone too far. Amy had been standing there fully clothed one minute, and by the end of the kiss she was just about completely naked and all but fucked standing up. 

Katherine looked jealous. 

Suzanne was in denial. 

"I don't know..." said Susan doubtfully. "That's like you're getting a three in one deal, or even four in one, with the kiss." She tried to be a responsible parent and put some brakes on, but she was all hot and wet from watching such a passionate kiss and grope.

Upset that she was wearing fairly unrevealing clothes, Susan pulled her shirt up to her shoulders to expose her rack and thrust her chest out. She thought to herself, Tiger, look over here. Not at Amy. Look at your mommy's tits. Don't you love them? Mommy's tits are bigger. They belong to you now! 

She started pinching her sensitive nipples, not caring who else might look at her. She lost focus on the situation at hand as her mind drifted back to when Alan was sucking on her nipples earlier. 

This is how my tits should always be: buck naked with my nipples erect and ready for fondling. By my son. Only by my son. Titfuck them! Then my Tiger is going to suck all the milk gushing out of my nipples. Oh yes! Do it to me, my sweet baby! Milk your mommy's tits. They're so bursting with milk that they hurt. 

She started singing "The Alan Song" in her head. (I am Alan's whore / I'm going to suck him, more, more, more...)

A slightly more level-headed Suzanne said, "I agree with Susan. That goes too far." Suzanne still felt very protective when it came to Amy and sex. 

She looked over at Susan and rolled her eyes. Susan appeared to be zoned out, staring off into space. Looks like I won't be getting any more support from that direction. Sheesh. She's really crossed some kind of mental line today. I can't wait to find out what happened earlier in the afternoon that made her like this.

Alan spoke up. "Well, I have an idea. But first, Amy, I have something important to say to you, so could you take the rest of your clothes off?"

"M'kay!" she said enthusiastically. She still had her shorts hanging around her knees and a loose shirt open down the front, but she took care of that in seconds. She didn't question the logic of why she had to be naked to hear something important.

Suzanne started to say, "Hey, wait a minute. What does that have to do-"

But Alan interrupted. "As I was going to say, would such a kiss be going too far if Amy was my girlfriend?"

CHAPTER 5

There was dead silence for a few moments. It took some time for his words to sink in.

"What?" all of the women suddenly said this in nearly unison. Four women began talking to him at once and he couldn't understand any of it. 

Everyone was shocked, but Amy was the most shocked of all. She squealed a high pitch yell of pure joy. 

Susan even stopped fondling her breasts temporarily in surprise at the noise. 

Katherine frowned, feeling extremely upset and much more jealous than ever before.

"Wait, wait, wait. Just wait a minute, everybody," Alan said, taking advantage of the relative silence that followed Amy's squeal. He turned towards Amy. "I know we haven't discussed this, Amy, but would you want to be my official girlfriend, even as I continue to have sex with other women, including all the other women in this room?"

"Why sure," said Amy, overcome with joy. "Anything you want!" She squealed in delight again, and then pumped her fists in the air. "YES! Woo-hoo!" Then she leaned up against him. 

He embraced her tightly, very pleased at her response. 

Susan wanted to point out that Alan wasn't actually having sex with anyone in the room (so far as she knew) but didn't want to break the mood.

"We can try it out," Alan continued in a casual voice while possessively fondling Amy's bare butt, "but you'll have to remember that it would mean you're no more special to me than anyone else in this room. I love you a lot, and I'm not trying to be cruel, but I have to be brutally honest about how the situation is. Obviously, in some ways Katherine and Susan are even more special to me than you are, and that includes sexually. Even though they're my relatives, they're also my fuck partners." 

Susan again felt the need to correct his statement, but let him continue. Katherine was going to start an angry outburst, but his last sentences temporarily silenced her.

He went on, "And even Suzanne, while not family, has a longer and deeper tie to me than you do. Although I've known you forever, Amy, you and I didn't really closely bond until recently. But Suzanne has always been my Aunt Suzy, ever since I can remember. Lately, she and I have developed a sexual bond that I don't intend on ever breaking." 

Amy nodded. 

"So what this all means is that we would go on dates and do stuff together publicly, but in return, if Suzanne, Susan, or Katherine want to do anything with me sexually like suck my penis, or even fuck me, their wishes would come first, over yours. It's a trade off. You can do more in public, but they can do more in private." 

He added, "In reality, I feel like all of you are my favorite girlfriend, and I'd love to have Sis as my girlfriend, but obviously that can't happen publicly. Amy is the only acceptable female for the public eye. If I was, say, fucking you, Amy, and my mom came up to me and wanted to me to fuck her right then, I'd have to roll right off of you and pound her pussy into oblivion first. Then of course I'd fuck you too." 

He said all this in a normal tone of voice, as if this was how boys often asked girls to be their girlfriends. All the while, he continued to play with her bare ass cheeks like he owned them. 

Susan finally felt she couldn't stay quiet. "Alan! I'm your mother, not your fuck partner! Stop talking about fucking me already! You know how I feel about servicing your cock, but real fucking is different. That's a mortal sin in the eyes of God." 

Her shirt was still hanging uselessly up around her shoulders, and in her mind she was still singing "The Alan Song."

He just ignored her. She's deceiving herself again, but she'll understand in time. It's amazing how she denies her true feelings, even now. He brought one hand from Amy's ass to her chest and began fondling her there, too. "What do you say, Amy?" 

"I'll do anything you want, Alan. I'll gladly share you with anyone. I'm totally cool with that. Especially if it's these special people. I love everybody. I'm just so happy!" She bounced up and down excitedly. 

Alan watched her boobs jiggle endlessly as she kept bouncing and bouncing and bouncing with happiness.

She leaned in and kissed him. All of his casual fondling in front of the others had gotten her hot and she was ready for a scorching kiss. 

But he said, "Amy, let's not just kiss, but let me 'get your attention.'"

"Oh, right! M'kay! Sorry!" She unzipped and unbuttoned his shorts and took out his stiff prick, even though this wasn't part of the "attention" tradition, at least as practiced so far. 

They kissed much more passionately and physically than the first time, which was already very intense. It was as if they merged at the mouth. Once again he roamed his hands all over her, while she tried her best to get him to shoot a load by pumping his penis with both hands. His shorts had fallen to the floor shortly after the fly was unzipped but somehow Amy managed to get his shirt off in the middle of the kiss as well.

Soon he switched to dry humping her, with his penis thrusting between her thighs and right along the outside of her pussy. He was all but fucking her standing up, even though they stood in front of his mother and his sister, and her mother. 

At one point, she managed to jump up into his arms, so he wound up holding her up by her ass and she ground her entire body into his. 

Susan muttered quietly to Suzanne, "Look at how he's taking and taming your daughter right in front of us. Are you okay with this?" 

"I'm torn, I must admit. I keep thinking of her as my little baby. But looking at that body, it's clear she's very much a woman. I need to adjust." 

Susan whispered back, "It gets me SO HOT to watch him tame another big-titted babe. It just feels right to me. Amy belongs to him now. You'll get used to it, don't worry."

Katherine was still fuming at the idea of Amy being Alan's girlfriend, and the way the two of them dry humped right in front of her steamed her even more. It also aroused her terribly. She didn't realize a person could be so turned on and angry at the same time. 

She at least felt somewhat mollified by the arrangement Alan had just explained, that the other three came first. If he hadn't had qualified his statement with that, the whole house would have gone into an uproar, not just from Katherine, but from Susan and Suzanne too. 

As it was, she managed to restrain herself to merely snidely saying, "You two, get a room." 

Amy immediately responded, "M'kay!" 

She was so guileless that Alan found himself laughing. He had to put her back on the floor, but the "kiss" kept going. 

Alan planned to talk to his sister about the girlfriend idea later in private and calm her concerns some more. He'd thought this through already, and was confident how it would all play out. He would repeatedly soothe Katherine with the thought that he considered her more of his true girlfriend than Amy, which was true. He believed Amy was pleasantly pliant and would agree to anything. He could even humiliate her in any way, and only didn't because he was a nice guy. 

He didn't know that Susan and Suzanne had already been discussing the idea amongst themselves that very morning, but had he known it wouldn't have surprised him too much, because the idea made so much sense. He figured Katherine would come around. But that was later. Right now he wanted to enjoy Amy to the fullest.

To call what they were doing a kiss or even the 'getting of attention' was an understatement. Alan began rhythmically sliding his penis through Amy's thighs, making it even more like they were fucking than it already was. The two of them went at it without much concern for time or their audience, doing whatever they liked. 

Alan found Amy surprisingly active: she wasn't just the pliant and well-endowed soft body he'd come to expect, but she groped at him with the same aggressiveness her mother Suzanne usually showed. 

She kept one hand grasping his erection, tightly squeezing and stroking it at all times, at least until he began fucking through her upper thighs. Then she used her thigh muscles to squeeze it in delightful ways as it slid in and out. 

Her other hand ran through his hair, felt up his chest, explored the flexing biceps of his arms, and more. She even stuck her fingers into his mouth so he could suck on them. 

She also was more vocal than ever before. When she wasn't moaning or squealing, which was often, she said things like, "Oh yeah. Grab me there. That's good. Squeeze that tit! Tighter! Good! Yeah!"

Alan meanwhile spent a long time concentrating on his favorite part of her anatomy: her ass. He enjoyed the fact that it was so wide and big, yet so firm. 

In the midst of all this "kissing," they did manage to kiss some too. He was a good number of inches taller and Amy wasn't wearing any shoes, so Amy had to stand on her tiptoes or Alan had to bend down whenever their lips locked. Height difference was not a problem with any of the other Amazon-sized women in the house. In fact, Alan was often a bit shorter when the others wore their high heels. Amy was actually fairly tall for a girl her age, and only seemed short compared to them.

When the kiss (and thigh fucking) ended, Alan looked up and asked, "Is everyone else okay with that idea? The Amy girlfriend idea?"

The others had been watching intently. Susan was still fondling her own boobs. She was huffing and puffing like an old steam train, and was in no shape to object to anything. Insofar as any conscious thought crossed her sex-obsessed brain, it was pride that Alan had added another gorgeous woman to his de facto harem. She nodded her approval. 

Suzanne was a bit shocked at seeing her daughter get so physical, but she restrained herself from complaining. She realized on a theoretical level that Amy and Alan together made sense, and had even suggested it on her own. 

She thought, He does have to take someone his own age, for appearances with his classmates. I should welcome this, because it's much better than him doing the same with Katherine. 

But will this derail my plans? Not if I'm smart. I need to turn this surprise around and use it to my advantage. I can use Amy to pull him away from the other Plummers a bit and more towards us Pestridges. Amy will do anything I say. If I can embrace her sexual role, I may be able to get things done through her to keep the other two well fucked, sure, but not so either one is his number one sexual partner. That's MY position. I'll just have to embrace this. It sure isn't easy though. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 24



Amy is still my darling little baby. But she's also a woman now. I have to face reality... Her mind kept racing around on these thoughts. 

Katherine on the other hand wasn't thinking logically but was operating on a purely emotional level. She was ready to kill Alan with her jealousy, but she bottled it in until she could be alone with him. She realized on some level that Alan and Amy made sense, so she bit her tongue for the moment. 

So, in the end, everyone nodded in response to Alan's question, including an enthusiastic nod from Amy. He found that cute. Katherine's nod was so brief it was almost indiscernible, but Alan optimistically took that as a yes.

Somehow he'd managed to not cum yet, though it wasn't easy. 

Amy didn't want to let go of his penis or stop massaging it, even now. She said, "Alan, I like to feel your thingy sliding all over my tummy. Can you put it back there?" She closed the distance between them again and rubbed her boobs into his chest.  

Unfortunately, Alan was too close to cumming to allow her to play with his penis for a while. He finally had to pick up his shorts from the floor and put them back on, then stuff his engorged penis back inside them to get her to stop. He purposely held off from cumming because he had special plans for that particular load and didn't know how much more stimulation he could manage any time soon. 

Alan looked around the room as he continued to hold and caress the naked Amy in his arms. He was fairly amazed to see the other females just sitting around patiently, in various states of undress. The last "kiss" alone had taken at least five minutes, but no one complained. 

Susan especially seemed to have a "let the lovebirds enjoy their moment" attitude - actually, more of a "let the lovebirds enjoy their moment while I enjoy sucking my own breasts" moment. 

Katherine's eyes shot daggers at him, but her hand was also frantically moving around underneath her skirt. 

The fact was, all of them, even Suzanne, were too sexed up, too eager to please, and too spellbound to object to his desires on this, even though he and they largely failed to fully realize this. 

For instance, the main reason Katherine didn't have a public fit was because, through her anger, it occurred to her that a fuck toy doesn't complain. Somehow, not complaining and thus reveling in her subservient role actually powerfully aroused her.

He said to his new girlfriend, "Okay, Amy, that's how it is."

She grabbed his hand, and they held hands tightly. "M'kay!" she repeated. "I'm psyched! Totally psyched! Super duper double wow-wonderifidousorifically fantastically psyched!"

He smiled at that; he loved the way she abused the English language. But he continued, "However, some bad news. Even though you're my girlfriend, I may not be able to be with you much in the near future. I'm grounded the rest of this week, and then I go on the hiking trip this weekend. So the first time we can go on a date I guess is next weekend."

"M'kay! That's cool. I can't wait already!" said Amy joyfully. "You're the bestest, most amazingest boyfriend I could ever want! You've made me so very happy!" 

She pulled away from him because she was so happy that she couldn't help but frolic. Thanks to all her cheerleading training, her frolicking was much like a cheerleading routine. The only difference was she was now doing her routine moves in front of her closest friends while utterly naked.

Alan watched her leg kicks with amusement, and after she calmed down a minute or two later, he continued, "I hope I can make you happy. Very happy. Even though we may not go on an official date soon, we'll be doing lots of fun things before then. Like this. Come here." 

She rushed to his side. 

He put one of his hands back on her crotch and then stuffed three fingers right up her pussy. He wanted to see if he could go this far in front of everyone, but he needn't have bothered testing. He looked at Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne in the eye, one by one. 

All three of them had various gripes, but none of them said or did anything to stop him. In fact, they were all growing extremely aroused by the way he was confidently and publicly handling Amy. They could easily imagine that they would be getting that treatment from him in front of the group soon. 

Katherine and Suzanne especially tried to keep poker faces, but their heaving chests gave their true feeling away. 

Alan smiled a very happy smile. Yes. This is how it's going to be. I'm going to fuck them all, separately and together. Nothing will stop me. 

Alan had never felt so elated in his life. Stranger, a sense of power swept through him, flush with the knowledge that so many beautiful women were obedient to his sexual wishes.

CHAPTER 6

Alan continued to explain things to Amy as she stood naked next to him while slowly running her hands up and down his erection through his shorts. Everyone else sat around in what little clothes they happened to have hanging on, watching the new couple. He talked with three of his fingers pumping inside her pussy, but he tried to act as if that was nothing unusual.

"One other thing you should know, Amy, is that Tuesday is a special day for me and my mom. Only she is allowed to pleasure me on Tuesdays."

"I knew that already, silly. Everybody knows that." 

"Oh. Since that's today, I think it would be good if she does that right now in front of everyone so you can understand how things work, and see if you're okay with it and if she's okay with it." Alan wanted to be absolutely sure that Amy wouldn't suddenly get jealous and possessive now that she was his official girlfriend. He felt it necessary to test her attitude right away, plus it just sounded like a damn fun and arousing thing to do. "Susan, can you do the honors?" 

Susan shyly nodded and stood up. She'd made huge strides in what she was willing to do in front of the others, most of it just in the past two days.

Alan took his erect penis out of his shorts yet again - it had been covered only a minute or two and he'd hardly gotten any respite from Amy's constant stimulation even with it covered. He took his fingers out of Amy so he could fully enjoy whatever Susan might do next.

He turned to Susan and smeared Amy's juices all over his mother's chest. 

Susan didn't seem to mind in the slightest, and in fact she groaned her approval. She always liked to get sexually tagged or marked if it in some way reaffirmed her relationship with her son. 

"I've been holding back my cum just for you, Mom. All this talk and kissing has me plenty hard. I sure blew past my required six times a day today! ... Oh, that reminds me. The numbering is something we should explain to Amy finally. She's gotten the gist, but we've never fully explained the six times a day treatment."

Susan was quickly becoming accustomed to getting sexual with Alan while Katherine was watching, and she was willing to do what she was told to do, but she nonetheless felt very nervous in front of a total of three other women. 

She tried to psych herself up. I have to do this. I have to show them all who is number one in Alan's heart. And show them who the best cocksucker is! I have to remember his words: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about." I'm the boss in this house and his REAL girlfriend. Nobody can love him more than his mommy. It's only right if he makes me do this, because this is what I do now. I suck his cock and let him play with my body. That's my rightful role in life. That's what good mommies do. 

Her shirt still hung around her shoulders and her tits wobbled around freely. She arched her chest forward to emphasize and display her tits even better. She still wore a relatively long skirt, though as usual there was nothing underneath it except dripping pussy juices.

Alan and Amy were standing next to each other, while everyone else sat around on different couches that faced the TV. 

Alan walked between couches towards the TV. He sat on a low table where everyone usually put their feet up while watching TV. From there, everyone could see him clearly. 

Susan got off the couch and fell to her knees before her son. 

Amy sat back down and then she and the others leaned forwards in anticipation.

Susan didn't say a thing. She just leaned forward and began sucking Alan's penis. Doing such an act in front of just Suzanne, Katherine, or Amy alone would have been okay for her. But by doing it in front of all three, she felt like she was on stage in front of a crowd. Her whole body trembled with fear and excitement. Yet she found the feeling strangely exhilarating.

After about a minute of loud licking, Alan said, "Wait a minute, Mom. I think you're far too overdressed. Please get more comfortable."

Susan began pulling her shirt resting on her shoulders the rest of the way off.

"Wait," Alan said again. "Stand up while you take everything off."

So Susan put the shirt back in place and stood up. Alan's command made her feel even more like a subservient object on display to all for his amusement, and it drove her wild with lust. She stared at the ceiling, too embarrassed to make eye contact with anyone. She then started to take off both her shirt and dress at once, trying to get this humiliating experience over with as soon as possible, even while she enjoyed every second.

She took both items off in as seductive a manner as she could. 

But Alan still wasn't satisfied. "Wait," he said yet again, after she was all done. "Start over. Can't you do it more sexily? Actually, I want you to put on a strip show. Pretend you're the conservative Susan we all used to know. Put on one of your old dress shirts and act like the old mom even as you strip for us all." 

Susan wordlessly walked to the underwear cabinet at the front of the house to get one of her old blouses that covered her up completely. The others could still watch her from the living room. She also put on a long dress that she now only wore when going outside the house. She even put a white ribbon in her hair, which was something she used to wear nearly every day before her sexual liberation. 

"Tiger, you think I'll do anything you say, don't you?" she said to her son in mock exasperated tones as she picked out clothes to wear.

"Let's see... Yes!" Alan replied with deft comic timing. 

Everyone laughed, even Susan.

She quickly put on the blouse, saying to Alan, "How is it, that after being turned into this sexual ... addict, this predator, who wants to fuck his whole family and the neighbor's family as well, he even wants to fuck his own mother for crying out loud, how is it that you're still so cute and lovable?"

"Excellent mothering," Alan replied, both joking and serious at the same time.

Susan, now back in the living room, took that as a cue to begin her strip tease. Pretending that no one else was in the room, she said, "So, you think having your mother strip like some sleazy lap dancer constitutes excellent mothering? I'm shocked at you! Shocked!" Even as she said this, she began to unbutton her blouse and wiggle her butt.

"The very idea of nakedness - I find it appalling," Susan added, now really getting into parodying her old self. Her voice changed, sounding more terse and uptight. "It's almost as bad as sex, and we all know how bad that is." She completed unbuttoning all of her shirt buttons. "It's so improper!"

"But even worse than that are these two big things," she said as she briefly flashed her boobs and then closed her blouse. "God, how I hate them. Maybe I should have them reduced. What do you think, Tiger, are they too big?" She opened her blouse all the way, as if to get Alan's feedback on having breast reduction surgery.

"Oh wait!" she said in mock horror, as she continued to wiggle her butt more enthusiastically, "You're not supposed to see those. Quick, look away!" She acted as if rebuttoning her blouse was not an option. Instead of trying to hide her tits, she cupped them from below with her hands and hefted them up, making them look even bigger than they already were.

"You're not looking away, Alan! If you stare at these too long, it will make you go blind, and you'll go to Hell, too, as a blind man. Wait, I have an idea. If I raise my skirt, that will distract your attention." 

She pulled her skirt up and exposed her hairy bush. She put on a very innocent but shocked face. "Oh no! I'm not supposed to be showing you that either! Whatever will I do?" 

She considered what to do next to make her actions sexier. She wanted to make him forget all about Amy and prove to everyone that she loved him the best in every way. In the meantime her wiggling turned into more of a dance, even though there was no music playing.

Alan considered getting up to turn on the stereo, but he realized he didn't want to miss even a second of the strip tease. He also realized that this was too good to watch without being pleasured at the same time. 

So he snapped his fingers in Katherine's direction, and beckoned her with his eyes. 

She crawled over to him and started to stroke his hard-on, even though her heart was heavy over Alan choosing Amy to be his girlfriend.

As Alan luxuriated in the sensations caused by his sister's fingers skillfully wandering up and down his penis, he thought, This evening is so perfect. Everything is going my way. And I'm learning that I can get any of these women to do anything I want, in front of anyone else. They don't want to fall behind in the competition. I'm in control now.

But just after he said this, Katherine painfully pulled and twisted on his penis. He looked down and saw a part angry, yet part apologetic expression on her face. He realized that was her way of saying, "You'd better believe we're going to talk about this Amy idea later." The point made, she continued stroking lovingly and sensually like she did before. 

Susan continued to sway as if dancing to a song only she could hear. She'd been stalling for time, trying to figure out where to take her strip tease role play when an idea popped into her head. She said out loud, "My unmentionables are totally exposed. What ever will I do?! Oh, I know! I'll cup my hand over my most private part, so at least you won't be able to see all of that. I mean, really! Having my son look at me there, why the very thought is just so improper!" One hand continued to hold up the dress while the other cupped her bush. 

As if realizing her hands were working at cross purposes, she went on, "But now Alan can see my tits and I don't have any hands free to cover them up! Oh excuse me, I mean my breasts. Tit: what a vulgar word! Uck! I should wash my mouth out with soap just for saying such a foul thing. Oh wait, I just forgot I'm all out of soap. I guess I'll just have to put something else in my mouth that's long and hard and thick and slippery. I can't possibly think of what that could be, but later on I'll close my eyes, and Tiger, you can surprise me with something. You always know just the right thing to put in your mommy's mouth."

Susan stared hungrily at Alan's crotch, with her daughter's hand sliding up and down its slippery shaft, and felt an uncontrollable need to crawl over to it and impale it deep into her mouth. She didn't care about having to share it; in fact, in her current sexed up mood she thought it would be all the better if she and Katherine could lick it, and each other, until they drowned in a delightful cum bath. 

But she realized her blowjob fantasies were taking her out of the character she was supposed to be playing, so she resumed her strip tease show. She said, "But anyway, what to do about my, uh, breasts? I'd better take my skirt off all the way, so the hand holding that up can cover them instead."

Susan used both hands to pull her skirt all the way off, leaving her more naked than before. All that remained was her blouse, hanging wide open. One hand returned to her bush and the other cupped a tit from the underside, doing more to thrust it out than cover it. "Ah, that's better," she said, as she continued to sway and gyrate to the music in her head. "Although one breast is still exposed, I suspect this is as good as I can do. Tiger, you're not looking at your mother's disturbingly erect nipples, are you? I don't know how that happened; it must be the cold air."

Alan just shook his head no. He didn't want to interrupt her creative monologue. He couldn't help but chuckle at her "cold air" comment - the collective heat coming off of everyone was literally heating up the room, and Susan especially was now sweating profusely. 

"No, you say," she said to him, ignoring his laughter. "And I guess it's true, but only because you're still looking between my legs. Why are you looking there? Is it because you think I'm masturbating myself?" She started vigorously frigging herself as she was saying this, and the hand on her tit moved to squeeze the nipple. 

"Are you looking at my CUNT? Oops, I shouldn't say that naughty word. Why would you think such unseemly things of your mother? Can women even masturbate? I didn't know that. Well, if you persist in staring there, I'd better do something else to hide myself. Let's see..."

Alan was on the brink of cumming, but luckily Katherine was so captivated watching Susan that her stroking had come nearly to a stop. Just the occasional feathery brush-stroke kept him giddy with total arousal. 

Susan said, "Maybe if I turn around then you won't be able to see all my naughty bits." She pivoted, now exposing her backside to Alan and the rest. Since she'd already lost her skirt, there was nothing to hide her fine, firm ass. As if there was any doubt of what a magnificent ass it was, she bent further over and proudly thrust it out toward the others.

She got more into the dance she was doing, swaying her hips from side to side. "Oh shit!" she finally said. "Pardon my vulgar language - Tiger, you'll just have to stuff my mouth even more with that lovely long soap bar of yours - but I just realized you can see my rear end now! Whatever will I do?" 

She got even more into the dancing and stopped trying to carry on a dialogue. She still wore the open blouse, but as she danced she slowly but surely pulled the arms free and slid out of her blouse altogether. Then she dramatically whirled the blouse around her head a few times and let it fly across the room, just like a real stripper would. 

She kept dancing completely nude. The utter silence from the lack of music was a bit disconcerting, but somehow it made her act all the more captivating.

Susan had started the strip tease burning with embarrassment, but now that she was fully into it she didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest. She reveled in her sexuality and was having the time of her life. She went from being ashamed of the crowd to wishing that there were even more people to see her wanton display.

She threw her arms up in the air, and danced like an exotic belly dancer or gypsy, wiggling her stomach and repeatedly thrusting out her hips. Then, after a while, she began running her hands all over her ass and other parts of her body until finally she returned to openly masturbating herself. Soon her gyrations had less to do with the timing of the music in her head and more to do with the needs of her body.

She suddenly came out of her masturbation stance and threw her arms into the air again, stretching her whole body out as if in the height of ecstasy (which she was - she had another intense orgasm as she did this). 

Alan had heard of people mentally taking a picture, but he fully understood what that could mean: time seemed to freeze and the image of his mother's nude body stretching in complete rapture was etched into a memory he knew he'd never forget. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 24



As he sat there, watching her exultation and hearing her scream of joy, it occurred to him, This is not just about me, or about sex. And this is way, way more than just about the strip tease dance. 

For Mom, this is about freedom. Liberation. She's throwing off the chains of convention and conformity that kept her down her whole life. It's like I can see the chains coming off at this very moment as the dancing frees her. 

She's fully embracing her true self, and it turns out she's a very sexual person deep down. To think that she might have gone through life without ever discovering this! Such a close call, and her opening up is all because of my freak medical problem. What a tragic waste life would have been without that, for all of us, but especially for her. Wow. 

Even as he was having this intellectual epiphany brought on by her dancing, his body was having a physical reaction to the same sexy sight. Somehow, the notion that his mother was so wantonly letting go in the middle of the living room, the same room where they'd opened Christmas presents and watched Super Bowls every year, was more than he could take. 

He was so insane with lust that his dick would have erupted even without Katherine's hands jerking him off. Yet, luckily, at the same time, she could see that her mother's dance was coming to an end so she sped up her stroking. 

As his penis started to explode with cum, he simply said to his sister, "Aim for Mom." 

Katherine pointed his stiffness towards Susan as if pointing a gun at her. His ropes flew a few feet forward, right into Susan's legs. 

Susan seemed lost in her own world, dancing away, but she wasn't so out of it to miss the feeling of warm cum splashing onto her skin. She was so delighted by this perfect cap to her dancing that her whole body began to buckle and shake. She fell to her knees, unable to stand. 

She'd happened to fall forwards towards Alan and Katherine. That also allowed Katherine to aim Alan's still spurting penis towards Susan's chest. 

Susan continued to writhe as she was overcome by one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Her son's cum seemed to be falling down on her like rain. She arched her back and thrust her chest out to catch all the flying cum on her stomach and chest. 

Everyone was quiet as can be except for Alan and Susan, who were both groaning and moaning uncontrollably. The others were transfixed by the remarkable cum rain. 

Susan unexpectedly pierced the relative silence of the room with an incoherent and guttural cry that was probably the loudest noise she'd ever made. She collapsed on the floor, completely spent.

The group sat there in a stunned silence, broken only by Susan's heavy breathing. 

Then Alan clapped and the rest joined in enthusiastically. 

Susan seemed to "come to" and felt very self-conscious again. She blushed furiously, but also was still relaxed enough to stand up and take a good-natured bow to the audience. 

She was surprised to note that everyone was completely nude now. It was as if her dance was so hot that no one could stand to bear the burden of wearing any clothing whatsoever. 

CHAPTER 7

Susan continued to stand in front of the others for a minute, reveling in the attention even as a part of her felt like fleeing from it, now that she'd had her climax. 

Everyone complimented her performance. 

Seeing the hungry looks in the other women's eyes, she wondered if the three of them were all keen on having sex with her. They were. It was obvious even to the relatively naïve Susan. 

She thought, That would be wrong. So wrong. But I should do anything - anything - to help Alan. After all, he's forced me to his kiss own daughter just to help him get hard. Why should we stop there? Maybe he'll make me please them all, one after another. 

Maybe he'll even fuck me right now in front of everybody, and then have me do all of them once he's through with me! Whenever I obey his commands I end up feeling so good. My body is here just to constantly serve him and his magnificent cock. I must obey his every wish no matter what he tells me to do! 

These thoughts made her tingle with electric excitement, even though some part of her knew that she was high on sexual energy just like a drug, and that when she "came down" later she'd regret fantasies like this one.

Finally she looked down and saw Alan's flaccid member dangling a few feet in front of her. That caused her to remember why she had to take her clothes off in the first place. Her son's dick was still recovering from shooting off a couple of minutes before and very sensitive at the moment, but that didn't slow her down. 

She crawled over to her usual spot between Alan's legs and pushed Katherine away. She wanted it to fill her mouth until she gagged on the sheer fullness of cock stuffing her throat. 

She said, "Tiger, I think it's time you wash my mouth out with soap for using such filthy language. I'll close my eyes and open my mouth and you put whatever you want inside it, because I've been such a bad girl." 

Alan's thought there was simply no way for his penis to get hard again that evening. In fact, for the longest time it did not. 

Many minutes passed while Susan kept his shrunken penis between her lips. The other women got up to stretch and get drinks and so forth, but Susan was determined not to go anywhere until she had her fill of cum. She considered it her rightful reward for putting on such an inspired show. 

Alan asked Amy as she was heading to the kitchen, "So, what did you think of that?" 

She stopped and looked his way. "Wow. It was way sexy! But it's gonna be hard to live up to that. I mean, Susan is all super centerfoldy. Her body's just so perfect and curvy." 

Susan made some happy "Mmmm!" sounds in response to that while she continued to hold her son's dick in her mouth. 

Alan said, "That's true, Amy. But you're 'all super centerfoldy' too." He smiled, thinking about how only Amy could turn "centerfold" into an adjective. "Every time I look at you, I get as aroused as I did watching Susan just now." 

"You're just saying that! But I love it!" Grinning from ear to ear, Amy bent over and kissed him on the cheek, then skipped out of the room. 

For a long time, Susan did nothing but kept his penis in her mouth without moving her tongue or lips. But after at least ten minutes, she could tell that it was beginning to revive. The fact that she sat buck naked between her son's legs looking up into his eyes with longing was bound to affect him sooner or later. 

Before long, she began to suck and lick it, and was rewarded as it gradually expanded inside her mouth. After another minute or two, she had to back off a bit because it filled her mouth to the back of her throat and she wasn't capable of deep throating him, at least not yet. 

The others had drifted back into the room by now, and the energy began to revive. 

Susan began play acting a little bit once more. She opened her mouth around the penis with mock horror, pretending she was her old self and very puzzled by this large intrusion in the middle of her face. She continued to suck on it like it was sweet candy but somehow at the same her stuffed mouth managed to say, "Awwan, wha kinda thoap ith thith? Tho wery unpwoper!" 

Alan could hardly believe his penis was fully hard again and found it nearly as improbable that he was completely aroused mentally, too. He grabbed the back of his mother's head and pretended to force her to keep sucking. 

In reality she needed no encouragement at all and attacked it with renewed vigor. The sexual energy in the room continued to grow, thanks mainly to Susan's passion.

Alan moved his hands to her butt and kept them there. He felt up her pussy, and saw she was dripping wet already. He turned to one of the other couches and asked, "Amy, does this bother you, seeing us like this?" Susan had eased up a bit on her oral assault so he could last longer.

Amy replied fairly honestly. "No. Well, actually it does make me jealous a little bit. You know, I'm wishing I wasn't just watching." 

She understood that her place in Alan's heart was far below Susan's (though she was determined to change that in time). She knew there was nothing she could do about it now, however. She was also more than a little jealous with just how sexy and slutty Susan could act. She knew she couldn't put on half as good a performance, at least, not yet.

"That's understandable," said Alan. "If it makes you feel better, you can masturbate yourself, or have Katherine help you out."

"That's okay. Maybe next time. I want to concentrate on watching so I can learn to do better."

"Good," said Alan assuredly. "You'll have a lot of chances to watch and learn. Around here, since just one parent basically raises us, Mom pretty much calls the shots. And lately, as I'm sure you've noticed, she's been in favor of giving me lots of blowjobs." 

Alan was now vigorously rubbing his hand on the outside of his mother's vagina, stroking her hairy bush as if he was petting a cat. She feebly tried to swat his arm away, but that was only for show. 

He needed another strategic break to delay his climax, so he pushed her mouth away and devoted all of his attention to pleasuring her for a change. He explained to Amy, "Remember, Susan is the de facto head of this house. So if she orders any of us to do something, we all have to oblige. If she ordered me to fuck her pussy until she couldn't walk, I'd have no choice but to do it." 

Susan answered, "Don't worry, everybody, I'd never ask Alan to do that. And Alan's a good boy. He stays away from my, uh, pussy." She sincerely believed it herself, generally speaking, but she would have been a lot more convincing to everyone else if Alan wasn't busy petting her furry bush and fiddling with her clit the very moment she said that. 

As soon as those words were out of her mouth, Alan seemed to deliberately mock her statement even more by pushing two fingers into her pussy. 

Her only response was a loud moan and more breathless heaving of her lungs. "Besides, I'm the, uh, female, ooh! ... The FEMALE head of the house. Uh! ... But Tiger... Tiger... He's the main head... Head of the... God, it's so good!" 

Both he and his mother acted as if his fingers weren't where they were, and neither of them said a word about it. 

Susan hoped against hope that the others wouldn't notice, even as everyone closely watched. She decided to just not think, bent down, and went back to cocksucking. 

Alan thought to himself, I actually have my fingers in my mother's cunt! Yes! At least I've got something up there. Yeah! What a day of firsts. This feels so damn good. But what'll feel even better is when I replace it with something thicker, heh-heh. I just KNOW I'm going to fuck her, and soon! She's so horny all the time that one of these days she gonna break down completely and say the magic words. She's gonna get on her knees and beg me to fuck her. And I will! 

Actually, I'm fucking her right now! My fingers are my penis and I'm fucking my mother! I'm a motherfucker! Alan liked this idea so much that he really let her have it, and forcefully dug deeper and deeper into her pussy with each thrust. 

She responded in kind by sucking and licking his penis with even more than her usual great enthusiasm. It was as if they were in a frenzy.

Perhaps surprisingly, the other three behaved themselves and didn't masturbate to the sexy scene. Mainly this was because Suzanne didn't want things to get even more sexual with Amy there, and the other two followed her lead. But all three of the others were on the edge of their seats and constantly fidgeting with barely suppressed lust. 

With both mother and son going at each other like jackhammers ripping through concrete, Alan knew he couldn't last long, and he didn't.

Susan reached her climax at the same time he did. It was no ordinary climax, partly thanks to Alan's hand seemingly trying to dig a hole to China right through Susan's pussy. But it was also due to her realization that he shouldn't be touching there at all, and the realization that so many eyes were watching her. She came hard, loud, and repeatedly. 

When she was done, she lay down on the floor between a couch and the table. She was a sweaty, dripping heap of exhausted ecstasy. 

Susan thought, once she was again capable of coherent thought, There's only one thing I know, and that's I have to feel like that again, and soon. Mommy got a nice reward for all her hard licking and sucking. Not to mention her strip tease. Tiger is such a good boy to give his mommy such a big, wet reward. Double reward, actually. Mmmm. Yum. 

She looked up at Alan and said, "Thank you for teaching my mouth a lesson in using naughty words like tit. Oh shit! I said tit again! Oh shit! I said shit too, and tit even more! And again! Oh well. Looks like you're going to have to wash my mouth out with your cock, let's see, one, two, three, four, five, six more times tonight. Oh no, seven, because cock is a dirty word too. Oops! I said it again! Make that eight!" 

Everyone had a hearty laugh. 

"You're going to have to fuck my mouth eight times. Oh wait. Fuck is a dirty word too. Make it nine. Oh wait..." Susan finally stopped when her voice was drowned out by laughter. 

She joined in and they all laughed until it hurt. Then they just sat around and smiled at each other. It might have seemed strange to an outsider, but there was a heavy feeling of love in the air, as well as sex. Events like this just seemed to tie everyone together close than before.

Alan eventually broke the silence. He said to Amy with great understatement. "So anyway, that's how it works around here."

CHAPTER 8

Alan would have liked to stay in the living room and play with all the naked women around him. It seemed like a real breakthrough evening and he wanted to take advantage of the increasingly permissive attitude to bust through more of Susan's boundaries. He especially wanted to get her more used to committing sexual acts in front of the others and having two women service him at once. But he realized that he had to take care of Katherine's feelings first. 

He took his sister to her room so they could privately discuss Amy's new official girlfriend status. He dressed back into his T-shirt and shorts on the way over, thinking that would help create the right mood for a serious discussion. 

However, she didn't bother. She collapsed onto her bed naked from head to toe. She was in a very sour and frustrated mood. 

She started crying before he could talk. She complained through her tears, "I thought I was number one in your heart! I want to be your number one fuck toy! Why won't you let me? Am I not sexy enough? Are my tits not big enough? Even though my tits aren't the biggest, I'm still your sister and your fuck toy and you should love me! Including carnally!" 

"I do love you! It's not that! It's just that I'm spread thin between all the beautiful and eager-" 

She didn't give him a chance to finish. They sat side by side on her bed, but she impulsively got up and literally pinned Alan down to the bed and shoved her pussy in his face in a frustrated attempt to get him to forget Amy. 

"I'm a great fuck! Aren't I? Don't you like to slide your big baby-maker into my hot hole? Don't you want to fuck me?" She cried even more intently even as she tried to sexily smother him with pussy.

He was forced to push her off, frustrating her even more. He held her for a while, and let her frustrated tears come to an end.

Then he tried to calmly talk to her. He told her as he wiped away her tears, "You know I love you more than Amy, don't you? I don't usually say that kind of stuff 'cos it hurts someone's feeling to compare like that, but you're my sister, and as great as she is, she's only my neighbor. I love YOU."

Katherine nodded weakly, her eyes still red. Tears still rolled down her cheeks and fell into her lap. She had a hard time believing what he was saying. She knew that Amy was much more than just a neighbor; she was like family. 

Alan's heart nearly broke at the sight of her crying. Her wide, innocent eyes could look as sad as a forlorn puppy dog. He felt swayed by her heartfelt emotion, but knew he couldn't have her as his official girlfriend, so he kept his resolve. 

"We can do anything we want in private, but in private only. There are just certain things society can't let us do. You know that."

"I know. But fuck society!" She sniffed as a few new tears rolled down her face.

He shook his head no. "We can't do that. For one, you have to realize that it's completely impossible for brother and sister to be publicly going out together, even if we ARE both adopted from different families. Yet I need a public girlfriend. My friends have been increasingly teasing me about not having one. It's more than just a little bit ironic that they still think I'm a virgin, but they do. Having Amy as a girlfriend will also protect her from the constant stream of boys only interested in having a fuck from one of the school's most desired girls. She's so clueless that she needs a lot of protection." 

He continued, "And lately, more and more girls have been trying to go out with me. Honestly, a couple of the most beautiful girls in school have asked me out just in the last week. Of course I turned them down. But what if something strikes a perfect chord and I'm asked out by a girl who sweeps me away and makes me feel like I used to feel with Christine? Do you want me to be available like that, where anything can happen?"

She ground her teeth, fiercely possessive. "No! Of course not." 

His line of reasoning was working. She was far more worried about another Christine-type personality than she was about Amy. She was still very worried in particular that Christine might change her mind about Alan one day. The "non-romantic" dates he'd been on with Christine made her more jealous than all the sex he'd had with all his other women combined. 

Alan saw her jealous reaction and tried to work with that to help convince her Amy's new status was for the best for everyone. "Well then. Look. I love Amy in a protective way like I'd feel towards a younger sister, and I love her in a physical way, too. I like spending time with her, but I don't feel a deep, soul to soul connection. I'm looking for a strong, independent woman who's smart and challenges me with strong, intelligent opinions. Amy is too passive and accepting to be like that. Christine is like that, but she lost her chance. I'm soooo over her." 

"Are you really over her?" she asked while sniffling. 

"Of course," Alan said, though he wasn't too sure about it himself. "You're like her in a lot of ways, you know, especially if you'd pay more attention to doing well in school. You're so smart, but don't really apply yourself. The point is, you're the one that I want, forever." 

He let that sink in, and then continued, "Amy would make a good ... mistress. Maybe when we're done with high school, the three of us can go to college in the same town. We could change our last names, and you and I could be boyfriend and girlfriend, openly. Amy could be my mistress. OUR mistress. I think she'd accept that, and even welcome it. I'll make sure to steer her in that direction. In fact, I won't even have to try. She'll love it."

"That sounds so good." Katherine momentarily dreamed of being her brother's wife, with Amy as their mutual mistress. She imagined herself with a big pregnant belly and lots of little children running around. Most of them were birthed by her, but a few were birthed by Amy. She smiled wistfully and unconsciously rubbed her stomach. 

But then she returned to the current situation. "I'm still upset, but I guess I can live. I was so afraid you'd forget all about me when you said you'd go out with her." She felt her panic flooding back. "For one thing, you and Amy are one grade ahead of me. You'll be in another town for a whole year without me!"




Six Times a Day Pt. 25



Part 25: The Great Pretender

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 13) 

The next morning, Alan woke up somewhat refreshed but still weary to his bones. He'd been up too late getting his penis sucked by both Susan and Amy, and he generally had too much sexual fun all day. 

His goal today was just to make it through school so that he could take a long nap in the afternoon. He shook his head in wonder of just how amazing the previous couple days had been. I would say last night was especially great, but then I'd have to say that virtually every morning. It just keeps getting better and better. So many adventures! A week ago feels more like a year ago. 

In the kitchen, things were like they had been for the past two days, only slightly toned down in response to his more subdued mood. Once again he greeted his mother and sister by rubbing his hands all over his mother's ass and his sister's pussy, respectively. They were standing next to each other when he came down, allowing him to fondle them at the same time. All he said as he did it was, "Morning, Mom. Morning, Sis." 

But he was so exhausted from the night before that not even that and the sight of their amazing bodies was enough to get him fully hard.

His mother still put herself on display for him with all the skill of a practiced stripper forced to work in a kitchen instead of a stage. She again wore the erotic apron that had proved so popular with Alan the day before and put her huge breasts on prominent display for her son's pleasure. She figured it was especially appropriate in the mornings since she used to wear non-erotic aprons when making breakfast.

She contorted her body so much in attempts to please Alan that it almost seemed at times like she was playing a game of Twister with herself. 

Katherine again sat on the stool next to him. They secretly played with each other's privates as they enjoyed their mother's show. This was against Susan's rules since it went beyond Alan's "getting her attention" ritual. Fortunately, the counter hid their lower halves from Susan so she had no cause to get jealous.

At the same time Susan preened and posed for Alan, she spoke to him sexily. "Tiger, did you have a nice night last night?"

"I sure did."

"I hope you're not going to forget your sister and me, now that you have a girlfriend, are you?" As she said this, she spread her feet apart and bent all the way down so she could touch her toes. Her ostensible purpose was to get the bottle of maple syrup from a low shelf (everything in the kitchen seemed to be on the highest and lowest shelves lately), but her real purpose was to help ensure a good answer to his question.

"Are you joking? You must be. As if I could ever stop loving you and Katherine!"

She smiled. "I, for one, am glad about what happened last night. With you and Amy, I mean. I'll admit that I'm having some trouble with it, but having a hot girlfriend like her is only right and proper for such a studly, virile, and cum-filled boy like you. If only you didn't have to keep your incestuous relations a secret from the public..." 

She had her dreams of being his girlfriend in public, maybe even his wife, but she was too embarrassed to tell anyone about them. She sighed and paused, then continued, "Plus, things like the strip tease and shared blowjob were so much fun too."

He just mumbled, "Mmmm-hmmm," as he ate. Katherine was jacking him off below the edge of the counter, so that cut down on his desire to talk. 

Susan went on, "But on the other hand, all this cocksucking is well and good, but I'll bet you're dying to finally fuck a woman properly, aren't you? I can only imagine how much you long to fuck a woman." 

As she said this, she leaned against a counter and spread her legs even wider than before. She rubbed her hands all over her groin area, which caused her apron to ride up and her pussy to become more exposed than it already was. 

Alan recalled that he'd told Susan that he'd fucked "Elle," so he said, "Well Mom, I have gotten lucky a few times already. Remember that mysterious Elle woman at the Halloween party? I've also fucked a couple of girls at school." 

He thought, Needless to say, I'm not gonna mention to Mom that one of them is my sister!

Susan was already hotter than the stove next to her ever got. She panted while fingering her pussy and imagining her son fucking her, "Oh. Right. Good! I think it's only right that you get to fuck lots of women. I'm glad to see that you're starting to spread your seed all over town. That's as it should be. It should be the duty, no, the HONOR, of all the best girls in your school to spread their legs for you so you can fill their wombs with your deliciously nasty, potent, and fertile sperm!" 

Modest kid that Alan was, he complained, "Mom, that's a bit over the top." 

But Susan continued, "Nonsense. When I think about you fucking all those hot and busty girls at school, I get SO HOT!" 

Alan looked down at his sister's hand sliding up and down on his erection, then over to her sizeable breasts. Amused, he asked, "What makes you think they'd be busty?" 

Susan stopped rubbing her clit long enough to shoot him an impatient look. "Alan 'tit man' Plummer, I'm not going to dignify that with an answer. But I'm talking about something else. I'm talking about fucking your loved ones. Amy is practically family. Won't that be great, fucking someone who's almost your sister? I mean, really truly sliding your big dick into her wet, tight slit. Does it make you feel naughty? Does it satisfy all your fucking at home needs? Or is there someone else even closer to home you'd like to fuck instead?" 

As she said this last sentence she put her foot up on a chair and exposed her pussy even more clearly, in case Alan had any doubt who she was talking about. He could actually look into her open pussy lips as she rubbed her nub. 

Alan's mind was spinning, Should I tell her I want to fuck her and Katherine so bad I can barely stand it, not to mention nailing Suzanne? But he thought better of it and remained silent. Despite his growing confidence with other women, he was afraid of offending his mother's firm belief that vaginal intercourse was "true" incest. 

Susan ran her hands down her belly and stopped at her furry mound. She held her lips open with her left hand and started to dig into her hot hole with her right hand. When she got her fingers all covered with a slick sheen, she proceeded to flick and rub her clit. She held back the hood of her clit and pulled and twisted the fleshy nub. 

Her excitement was starting to boil. Her pussy was so wide open that the pink folds inside could be seen glistening like morning dew. 

All this took place in complete silence, but Susan finally added, "Well? Any ideas?" 

Katherine was increasingly excited by the display as well, and frantically pumped on his dick without attempting to disguise her arm movements. 

Alan was so aroused yet frustrated by Susan's comments that he said, "Mom, you can't talk like that! Are you trying to get me to fuck you? Because if you are, you're doing a pretty good job. I could take this penis and pound a nail into concrete! But you're just teasing me, aren't you? Tormenting me!"

"Sorry Tiger, sometimes I get a little carried away," Susan said, genuinely apologetic. She straightened up and forced herself to look him in the eyes. "Of course we can't fuck, so I'll tone it down. Teasing is just so much fun for me now that I'd discovered how to really do it. I forget how frustrated it can make you. Let's not tease or talk about fucking. We'll just stick to blowjobs and the like."

"Yeah. Thanks," he said in an exasperated tone. "You don't have to go so far in getting me aroused. Just knowing you're near usually does it to me. Thank God I'm not a virgin anymore or you would have destroyed my heart with your teasing. My heart is pounding thanks to your little pussy show. Damn!" 

Katherine felt irked, especially that Amy had been chosen to be Alan's girlfriend, not her. Yet she loved Amy like a sister and wanted the best for her, and she also understood the practical reasons for the decision. Nonetheless, she'd barely slept at all the night before, due to her frustration at not getting chosen. 

But she couldn't help to also get greatly aroused at her mother's display, even though the show wasn't meant for her. Alan had been running his closest hand all over her crotch and thighs, but after Susan put her pussy on prominent display, he was inspired to really work her pussy lips and clit. 

She bit down on her lip to keep silent as she started to cum right there. But even though she was relatively quiet, there was no way for Susan to miss the look of pure bliss on her face, nor the way her body was trembling, especially since Susan was already staring in the general direction of Alan and Katherine in the first place. 

However, Susan pretended not to notice. She saw the way that Katherine was jacking Alan off too, and found that so arousing that she pretended cluelessness about everything so she wouldn't have to be obliged to point out any rule violations. 

"Well, let's talk about something else, then," Susan said, still panting, still openly playing with herself. "Who are these other girls at school, then?"

Alan didn't want to say, since she might keep prying and eventually figure out that he and his sister were fucking. So he just responded vaguely, "I can't give any names; a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. But I can say that it's been mainly a couple of the cheerleaders at school." Technically that's correct, he thought. He hoped Susan wouldn't recall at that moment that Katherine was one of just six varsity cheerleaders.

Susan was filled with pride. "That's my son! Nothing but the best and hottest cunts in the school for you. Of COURSE you should fuck the cheerleaders! I hope you give that bitch Heather a good hard pounding to melt her brain and show her that she belongs underneath you, impaled on your sperm-filled manhood!"

Alan was amused at her enthusiasm, but tried to act nonchalant. "Actually, I already have."

She was so excited to hear that that she walked over to him, reached across the counter, and gave him a big hug. She made sure to smoother his face with her bare breasts. "Oh, Son, that makes me so happy to hear! I have to say I'm impressed. She's definitely Alan-worthy. Spear that blonde bombshell's cunt real good for me, won't you?"

Alan just nodded in reply. He didn't know which was more surprising: his mother's newly dirty mouth, or her genuine pride and enthusiasm in seeing him fuck the cheerleaders. Like most everything else, it was all too mind blowing for him to contemplate, so he just accepted it as part of his new bizarro world. 

What he didn't know was that even Susan was actually having a lot of jealousy issues over the fact that Amy was now Alan's official girlfriend. It was one thing to hear about his new conquests - hat always excited her because it reaffirmed his studliness in her eyes. But she particularly worried that he'd spend so much time with Amy that he'd spend less time with her. So she consciously tried not to think about Amy and just focused on the image of a naked Heather screaming bloody murder as her son's erection drove deeper and deeper into the bitchy cheerleader. 

Katherine, meanwhile, had stopped jacking off Alan at the height of her climax and was too drained to continue. She stood up to walk to kitchen. 

Susan was disappointed to realize that Alan's dick was no longer being tended to, but she could hardly order her daughter to resume her stroking when she wasn't supposed to have noticed it in the first place. She let out her frustration at her daughter by criticizing her clothes instead. 

She complained as she leaned against the counter right across from where Alan at, "Angel, I hope you're not planning on wearing that around the house all day." 

Katherine was wearing another item that she and Suzanne had bought at the sex store a few days before. It was less a dress and more just a few thin straps of cloth. There was one strap around the waist, two shoulder straps about an inch wide that barely covered the nipples, and one in her ass crack that also covered her vulva. 

Katherine stopped and stared at her mother. "Why not? It's no more revealing than what you've got on, if you think about it. I mean, you couldn't even cover your boobs if you wanted to. There's just no fabric there."

"Yes, Angel, but this is an apron. I have to wear it for cooking," Susan said, having conveniently forgotten that she owned other aprons or that she could wear other clothes underneath the apron she had on. "But your outfit - it just seems so absurd."

"But Mom, last night you said we could wear just as much or as little as we wanted, any time we wanted."

Susan sighed. "I said and did a lot of things last night that I regret. Today is different. Besides, I don't really have any say in the matter. If I don't wear something super sexy, Tiger will just force me to change my clothes! It's so unfair!" But the mere thought of being "forced" to do naughty things by her son got her motor running again and she started to visibly squirm about in her chair. 

Katherine pointed out, "Well, why is it that Alan has the right to order you what to wear, but not me? Aren't I just as much a member of the family?" 

"Of course you are, my sweet Angel," Susan replied. 

"Well then, Brother, what do I have to wear today?" 

"What you've got on," Alan said. 

Katherine smirked and giggled. 

Somehow, that just turned Susan on even more. She loved to be sexually "outsmarted" these days. "Darn it! You got me there, both of you. It just goes to show - yet again! - that there's no resisting Tiger or his fat cock. But Angel, since I can't get you to change, I'm curious. Doesn't that tiny strap of fabric ride up into your pussy and ass?"

Katherine's mood picked up a bit as she showed off the dress. "It sure does! Just about any move I make causes it to go up there. I can practically get myself off just by shrugging my shoulders up and down repeatedly. And it's so tight that if I sit down it nearly cuts me in two." She shuddered momentarily as she drew a breath. "It's great!" 

Her pussy was overly sensitive at the moment, but she helpfully demonstrated what she meant anyway. She used a hand to lift a shoulder strap up and down and delightfully moaned as the fabric pressed up against her pussy lips.

Susan complained, "Really, Angel, that's too much. It's so improper. Whatever will I do with you and your crazy outfit? And in front of your own brother!" 

Susan realized as she said this that in fact she was more trying to stimulate Alan with the things she said than actually discourage Katherine from wearing the outfit. 

By this point, everyone knew it was a charade to say things like "And in front of your own brother!" but it was fun for everyone anyway and helped to make their actions seem naughtier.

"Mom, you really should try it. The fabric would be even more deliciously tight all over if it tried to wrap itself around your bigger hooters."

"I don't know. Maybe I'll try it just once or twice. Just to see what kind of mischief you're getting into, mind you. And by the way, let's not use vulgar language like 'hooters' - the proper term is 'jugs.'" 

Everyone laughed at that. Susan had always been tightly wound up, but in recent days letting loose sexually had changed her demeanor and she was making jokes for practically the first time in her life.

"Try it anytime, Mom. Or, even better, should I ask Suzanne to pick one up for you next time she's at the store?"

"I can ask her myself, thank you very much," Susan said in an authoritative tone, her chastisement of Katherine's outfit just a minute or two before already forgotten. Susan definitely wanted one - she allowed her pussy to do her thinking about it, and her pussy very much liked the idea of having the strap ride up and rub around all day.

"The only problem with them is that the straps are so hard to keep in place," Katherine added with mock dismay. She then ostentatiously slipped one strap off of a nipple, then she slipped the other strap off of a breast altogether. 

With Alan and Susan raptly attentive, she then moved the strap that vainly attempted to cover her pussy to the side. Still on her feet, she moved back from the counter as she did this so that Susan could better see what she did. She knew that she was making her mother horny, even if Susan wouldn't admit her lesbian desires. 

Katherine also thought to herself, Suzanne was so right last night when she said it's more arousing to be partially dressed. Look at me, I'm the center of attention because of this bathing suit! 

"Look, Big Bone Brother!" she said with even more anguish in her voice. "All my straps are coming undone!"

Alan joked, "You should cover your tits and your pussy with your hands, before you catch a cold from the draft." His erection was poking straight up in his lap, but he wasn't touching it at the moment as he was giving it a short break. 

Katherine smiled. "Good idea." She stuck a finger up her pussy and used her other hand to fondle a tit.

Susan said to Katherine, "I think Tiger sees your vulgar display well enough. And by the way, please take your hand out of your private places and try to control yourself for a few minutes." 

Susan said this without much conviction, as she was growing more aroused with each passing moment. In fact, the main reason she said anything at all was because she was subconsciously alarmed at how hot Katherine was making her. 

She pretended not to see the dripping fluids leaking from her daughter's pussy and rolling down her leg, or else she would have felt obliged to raise more objections. She was failing to see a lot of things lately. 

"I'm just trying to put the straps back into place," Katherine falsely claimed.

"Sure you are," Susan said in a tsk-tsk voice. "The way you're acting, you might as well not bother with clothes at all, and just keep your finger in your pussy permanently."

"Oh goody! Is that a request or a command?" Katherine joked.

"Neither." Everyone laughed, even Susan. "As fun as it all is, Angel, we can't just sit around and masturbate for each other all day, or we'll never get you two to school. Don't you think you should go sit back down and tend, er, I mean, keep your brother company?" 

It was greatly bothering Susan that her son's erection wasn't being stroked by anyone. Katherine and Alan read her not so subtle signals and as soon as Katherine sat back down, the two siblings put their fingers back on or in each other's privates. 

After a short spell, Katherine moaned, "Mmmm, I know something I'd rather have in my pussy than my finger." She snickered as Alan continued to frig her, "Not that there's a finger in there now."




Six Times a Day Pt. 25



"What's that, dear?" Susan asked from the kitchen.

Katherine teased, "Hmmm. I'll give you a clue. It's long and hard and throbbing. Right now it looks like it's aching to fill a hole."

"Oh, does it?" Susan replied happily, glad to get confirmation that Alan's penis was hard. She picked up a bottle of maple syrup with a narrow neck and began unconsciously stroking the neck like she was jacking it off. 

Then she remembered the role she was supposed to be playing. "I meant, uh, Angel, it's not right to think of such things. Besides, I'm sure Alan wouldn't want to stick his red hot poker in his sister's or his mother's hungry hole, so you must be speaking of something else." 

Susan bent over forwards as she said this, and spread her legs so Alan could see clearly what hole she referred to. 

Katherine moaned, "Mmmm. 'Red hot poker'. I like that. What do you think of that, Big Red Hot Poker Brother?" She no longer bothered to hide her many sexual nicknames for him from Susan any more.

Most other guys would have jumped up and fucked someone by this point, but Alan had slowly grown used to this level of teasing and just enjoyed the scene. He merely complained, "Mom, you said no teasing about my fucking you."

"Oh sorry, baby. I don't know what got into me today. I must still be excited from last night." She reluctantly went back to her kitchen work. But she was more intent on flashing her bare breasts and ass than getting anything done.

Katherine giggled, "I know what I'd LIKE to get into me today, Mom. Do you know what I mean?"

"Mom, make her stop. I have to eat some food every now and then or I'll die of starvation. Death by sexy teasing!" 

CHAPTER 2 



When Susan finally put the pancakes on plates and served it to her children, she once again stole a peek over the counter to gauge the state of Alan's penis. She smiled to see Katherine was right about its hardness. 

Once again, her children had taken their hands off of each other before she walked towards them, but they were making only the barest pretense to keep their activity for Susan and this time they weren't quite quick enough. 

Susan said reproachfully, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing to each other. Keep your fingers in your own privates, if you can, please. Generally speaking, Angel, I expect you to keep your brother hard while he eats with some light, gentle stroking, because, after all, the battle to fight that dreadful sperm build up never ends. But absolutely nothing more, or he says we'll kill him. And he's far too young, sexy, lovable, and underfucked to die just yet. Is that clear?"

Katherine giggled with glee. "Yes, Mom." She brought her hand back and resumed sliding her fingers up and down. But now she did her best to create lewd squishy noises with the copious pre-cum for Susan's benefit.

Susan turned to her son. "Tiger, it's a violation of the rules to finger fuck your sister, you know."

"Sorry, Mom," he said abashedly. He had no idea what the rules were anymore. They seemed to be more or less whatever Susan felt like at the moment. He couldn't tell if she was serious or not, after her false chiding of Katherine's behavior. But he didn't raise any questions. 

Susan continued, happier, "That's okay. I'll forgive it since you obviously need a lot of help getting hard this morning. And you can really make it up to me if you shoot a big load of your cum in my mouth. You think you're up for that, or do you want more time to eat?"

"I think I'll go with the death by cocksucking."

"Good choice." Susan smiled. 

She turned to Katherine. "And as for you, young lady, of course it's fine for you to stroke your brother's cock whenever he needs it. I especially approve wholeheartedly of any stealth stroking while Alan has to eat because normally I'm too busy then to help. But no sneaking around my back to do it, is that clear? And I know why you're sneaking around, because I haven't forgotten that you're still being grounded and you're allowed only one of his loads per day until your grounding is over."

"Yes, Mom." She had her head bowed. "But remember you said I could get double the penis access until Friday for leaving him be on Tuesday."

"Hrmph. I guess I did. You got yourself a very good deal there. But I'm still going to assert mother's privilege right now." Susan got on her knees and undid her apron. She preferred cocksucking naked, whenever possible.

Susan knelt in the space between Alan and Katherine's high stools. She "mmmm"ed loudly as she felt Alan's thickness slide into her gaping mouth. She loved how it was so fat and thick that she had to strain to get her lips around it. 

She also loved being naked and on her knees in front of her children, with a big dick sliding in and out of her mouth. She felt delightfully sinful. The fact that she was wearing high heels was even better; it made her feel more like a porn star and less like a typical soccer mom. 

As she thought about this, she was hit with an epiphany. She took the dick out of her mouth to exclaim, "I'm a porn mom!" 

Alan and Katherine laughed at that while Susan resumed sucking. 

Katherine said, "'Porn mom.' I like the sound of that. What do you think, Big Fence Post Brother?" 

Alan was still laughing. "'Porn mom' sounds great to me. It's perfect 'cos Mom is such a mom, you know? Yet she's got the body and libido that a porn star would kill for." He patted her head. "You're my porn star mommy." 

Susan absolutely loved that, especially his rare use of the word "mommy." She redoubled her cocksucking efforts. Her "mmmm" sounds grew louder as Alan reached down to play with her very sensitive nipples. Soon she moaned through a stuffed mouth as she idly wondered if Alan was right and one might die of sheer pleasure.

Katherine focused on Susan's perfect, flab-free butt, even though she could only barely see the top of it. She pleasured herself to orgasm yet again while she watched her mother suck. 

Susan practically knelt between Katherine's legs in order to get to Alan's crotch, so the daughter eventually couldn't help herself but to rub her feet up against her mother's naked back and butt. Susan's mouth was too full with penis to say anything in protest. 

Katherine's toes eventually worked their way to Susan's butt crack, and she began to tentatively explore the crack with her toes. 

Susan tried to reach around and slap Katherine's feet away, but she mostly couldn't reach them. 

Katherine finally placed a big toe right at the entrance to Susan's anus and pressed against it, but Katherine decided the toe was too big to go in and just left it idly exploring around that area, mostly running up and down Susan's ass crack.

Alan soon gave his mother a decently sized load of jism, much better than the puny loads from the night before. Just as he started to shoot into her waiting mouth, he twisted both of her nipples at once. 

She drank his jizz up eagerly. Her own climax combined with the joyous sensation of the pulsing and squirting erection filling her mouth almost made her black out for a moment. The rockets that exploded in her head seemed to go off at the beat of Alan's squirts while he fired deep into her mouth. 

When Susan's mouth was finally freed, she was left with a deep sense of satisfaction. She felt that she had once again saved her son from the evils of sperm build up and blue balls, and in her mind, nothing was more important than that. 

She turned to Katherine and said, "Watch where your feet go. You may not have noticed it, but you were, um, kicking me."

"Sorry, Mom, I didn't see you there," Katherine replied, even as she continued to probe Susan's ass crack with her toe. Katherine's foot caresses were far from kicking and no way was the contact accidental. 

Susan stood up, forcing Katherine to finally stop playing footsie with her mother's ass.

"That's okay," Susan said. "But you're not allowed to get excited looking at me, okay? Are you going to force me to be your sexual plaything as well? That would be very wrong. That little show is meant just to help Alan's problem."

Had Katherine been better able to read Susan's sexual language, she would have realized that Susan was practically screaming, dominate me! But that was just too mind-blowing for Katherine to contemplate. She merely asked, "But Mom, can't I just appreciate another woman's beauty? Most women love to be complimented."

"Yeah, and most daughters say things to their mothers like 'nice hairdo' instead of sticking their toes in their mommy's butts. I don't know why I spoil you two. It's always give an inch and take a mile around here."

Katherine finally agreed not to get horny looking at her mother, but with the display Susan put on each morning, that was like dropping a rock and asking gravity not to make it fall. 

Alan ended up only having one climax before school. Given his general sexual exhaustion, he figured it would be pretty tough to get to eight orgasms a day again, and aimed for six or seven instead. 

CHAPTER 3 

Suzanne didn't immediately come over to the Plummer house after Alan and Katherine left for school, as she normally did.

She was still puzzled over what to do after the events of the night before. She sat back in a chair in her home office and thought, My grand scheme is still going forward, but it's slipping out of my control. How to get it back? 

There is one idea. It would be a bit of a nuclear bomb. I don't know if I have the duplicity to use it. The problem? Susan and Katherine have the incest taboo going for them, making sex between Alan and them that much hotter, and making them possibly more important to him than I am. 

The solution? I have to become family too. Neither Susan nor her children have the slightest clue about Alan's genetic parents, except for some kind of vague guess that he comes from a Mediterranean ethnic background, due to his naturally dark skin and general appearance. If only they knew the truth!

I could drop a bombshell and claim that I am his real birth mother. Wow. Suddenly, I'd be more of his mother than Susan is. I could say he was the offspring of an illicit affair I had with a swarthy man during my couple of years in France. The timing would work out since I was gone when Alan was born. 

If I tried to keep it a secret from my husband, that would explain why I gave him up for adoption right after birth and never even told her. And I would have wanted him close and treated him like my own son, so I made a secret arrangement with the adoption agency to put him in her hands - it all fits together so neatly. Plus, the whole Plummer family is so nice and trusting that they'd certainly fall for it.

The only problem is that it would be a complete lie. Well, an exaggeration at least, since I did make a secret arrangement for their adoptions, so in a way I feel like their mother. But it's so dastardly. Not to mention, the truth about who their real parents are is shocking enough, and I don't think they'd appreciate my lie, if they ever found out. Am I so desperate and conniving to actually use that story? 

No. The answer is no. The problem is, it's not a harmless lie, like most of my lies in my schemes. It would hurt Susan very much. She has just about convinced herself that her adopted children are really her own flesh and blood. It would be devastating for her. I would be torn apart by guilt and unable to enjoy my victory. I can't do it. 

Yet. I can't do it yet. But if Alan were to completely spurn me, God forbid, if he doesn't even let me suck him off daily, then I don't know what kind of craziness I'd be capable of. 

I have to find another way to be number one in his heart and in his shorts. But how? I could find a lot of cruel ways to push Katherine or Susan down, but they're just about my favorite people in the whole world. I couldn't hurt them. 

No, I have to make Alan love me more, without loving them any less. It's great if we all love each other more and more, it's just that I have to be number one in his heart. I have to! I know it's an immature feeling, but that's love. I want to possess him. Being his favorite would mean more to me than anything has in my life before. But how? How? HOW?! I'm already doing everything I can! How much more sultry and loving can I be? It's so damn frustrating!

The other way to become family is to become his wife. That's been my secret fantasy for over a year now. To be his wife: Mrs. Alan Plummer. But it's so pie in the sky. I rarely allow myself to think about it. He wasn't even considering me when he chose an official girlfriend yesterday. That really hurt, but it's no wonder since I'm twice his age. And of course there's the very unpleasant fact that I'm married already. I could change that with a quick divorce, but then I wouldn't live next door, I would cause trauma to Amy and Brad just as they're finishing high school, I might have to get a job... Lots of problems. But it's a moot point, because Alan would never consider marrying me in the first place. 

Furthermore, SHOULD he even marry me? I should think about what's best for him and not just what works for me and what my pussy wants. Why saddle him with an old broad when he's just starting out in life? 

Oh no! What if he actually marries AMY?! He doesn't deeply love her like he does his sister or mother, but that could change with time. I hadn't even thought about that possibility last night when I was dumbly agreeing to the official girlfriend idea. I'm just not sharp lately. Too much time fantasizing about getting fucked and not enough time strategizing.

Woe is me! I never thought I would use that phrase in all seriousness, but that's how I feel. Woe is me. Think of something, Suzanne! You always think of something and get out of every pickle, so think of something and get out of this one!

Suzanne brooded for over an hour, but still could see no solution to her problems. She decided to go over to Susan's house and do their usual morning exercising and retelling of the previous day's events. Between their new kissing and nude sunbathing habits, not to mention just how arousing the previous day was, she knew she'd be in for an arousing time. She figured after a couple hours of that she could be alone and focus again on her problem.

All the time Suzanne spent alone in deep thought gave Susan a rare opportunity to also be alone and think for herself. 

In the past week or two, Suzanne had kept a close eye on Susan and made doubly sure that her best friend stayed in at least some kind of erotic mood nearly every single hour of the day. Suzanne took care of most of Susan's mundane chores like shopping so Susan would hardly ever have to leave the house. Whenever Susan left the house for long periods of time, it was a big setback for her mental state, so Suzanne always tried to prevent that.

But now Susan had a long chance to think, and the more she thought, the more unhappy she became. While she cleaned up everyone's cum from the kitchen floor, she had a dramatic change of heart. She had a flashback to when her children were small and some food would always fall to the floor. Now instead of peas and spilled milk it was crusted cum hosed all over her face and the floor by her precious little boy. The reality of how things had changed hit her like a ton of bricks and it frightened her.

Suzanne walked in the door of the Plummer house thrilled to see another day. As she took off her shirt and put it in the underwear cabinet, she thought, We're going to have LOTS of fun even before Alan gets home. What'll I do with Susan first? Just how far will we go in lesbian loving this time?

But then she looked up and saw Susan. Her best friend looked like she was in mourning, fully clothed in black. On closer inspection, it was more like how a high priced call girl might dress for a funeral - the shiny, black number was cut to show a deep valley of cleavage. 

Suzanne thought with amusement that this was now Susan's outer limit of what she'd wear; it was ridiculously conservative by her new standards but she never would have been caught dead in it in her old life.

As Suzanne drew near, Susan requested, "Please don't kiss me. Please. Today's not a good day."

"What's the problem?" Suzanne asked. She privately thought, Uh-oh. Here comes trouble. Another bump in the road.

The words poured out of Susan. "I don't know why all of a sudden now, but I'm filled with doubt and regret about how things are going with Alan. I feel things are spiraling out of control. I mean, things started out because of Alan's medical condition, and I just wanted to help him out. But I'm too weak! I've let it all go too far, and not just with Alan, but with you, and Katherine, and Amy too. This has gone way beyond his medical problem and having to keep his cum-filled balls properly drained. I've been in such a sexual fog that I can barely even remember what his medical problem was in the first place. I don't need any excuse; I love cocksucking so much that I can never get enough! I have to stop this while I still have some willpower left." 

She sighed. "You know what happened last night. I was so docile and just let Alan do anything to anybody, including me. The way he forced me to do that strip tease, and then suck him off together with Amy... It was humiliating!"

Suzanne cut in. "Oh, come on. He didn't force you. You loved it, and you know it."

Susan thought, and then conceded the point. "I know. But that's the problem. I love it too much! You should have seen how I was acting this morning. I woke up thinking that I would act more responsibly, but that lasted all of about five seconds. As soon as Alan walked into the kitchen and put his hands on my butt, I was a goner. Within minutes I was all but begging to get fucked. It was like an orgy instead of a breakfast. I mean, really! Sometimes I wonder why Alan doesn't just up and fuck me. Before too long, everybody here is going to end up having sex with everybody else!"

Suzanne stood there, topless, at a total mental loss. She had been in the process of changing, as she always did immediately upon entering the Plummer household. Now her nakedness was quite awkward. 

She thought to herself, And an orgy would be considered a bad thing?! That's my whole plan! She was still getting used to the fact that she wouldn't get to play with Susan's body, and had trouble relating to Susan's new mood. She asked, "And you have a problem with that?"

"Of course I have a problem with that! Suzanne, you have to back me up here! I mean ... it's not that I'm not enjoying things. The problem is, I can't maintain any boundaries, and all I can think about is sex, sex, sex. I even like it when people force me to do things. I've got Alan's hunky body or his firm erection on my mind all the time. I think I'm going mad!" 

She continued, "Just this morning, I mildly scolded Alan for finger fucking Katherine in front of me. That's not what normal families do! Especially because my main problem with his action was that he was doing it to her and not to me. I don't consider myself the jealous type, normally, and sometimes I enjoy hearing about his other sexual conquests. But I'm slowly changing. I want Alan to be with nobody but me, all day long." 

Suzanne asked, "Does this have anything to do with Amy being made his official girlfriend?" 

Susan replied with a near whisper. "No." 

"Come on, you can tell me." 

"No, really." 

"Cooooome on..." 

"Darn it, you know me too well! Okay, I admit it: I've been burning with jealousy since he made Amy his official girlfriend, mainly because I'm hopping mad it was her instead of me! Is that sick, or what?! I know that would be impossible for lots of reasons, but sometimes my feelings overwhelm any rationality. It pains me terribly when he has to go to school for seven long hours. They're so painfully long! If I didn't have you to keep me company during the day I couldn't bear it." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 25



She sighed. "Obviously I can't keep going on like this. But I'm not blaming anybody but myself. I haven't provided the leadership and discipline my children need. I just keep giving in to my urges, over and over. Suzanne, you're my best friend. You have to help me!"

Suzanne honestly confessed, "If it makes you feel any better, I fantasize about being his official girlfriend too. Though, you know, I'm obviously too old for that." 

"You do? That does make me feel better. But I'm his mother!" She thought to herself some more, then continued, "I mean, my problem is that I'm mentally split in two. There's a part of me that really, really, REALLY wants to fuck Alan, and even do, do..." She whispered quietly, "Do things to women too!" 

She continued in a normal voice before Suzanne could respond to that. "That's how depraved I am. The things I've been thinking about doing to you... You don't even want to know. I can't say! But there's another part that finds it all morally reprehensible and spiritually wrong. I realize now that I've been clueless lately, not thinking things through and not really thinking at all. That's because my mind is at war with itself. So I've just been turning my mind off rather than open up this can of worms." 

"So-" Suzanne started to say. 

But Susan was on a roll. "Now, Suzanne, bear in mind that I don't want to go back to how things were before this all started. No way. I was so unhappy then and I didn't even know it. If I don't get to suck Alan's cock every day, I think I'll just die. I can't go on without loving him, physically. Deeply. In every way. But I really can't go on like this either. I'm too obsessed!" 

She sighed again. "I have to strike a balance somehow, and have some level of daily sexual interaction while having a life free of sex some hours of the day. But the boundaries aren't working. It's not Alan's fault. He's been heroic in his restraint, I know. He's such a wonderful, loving, cum-filled boy. I feel like it's all MY fault. I always let things slide because secretly I just want to get fucked. I need my son to nail me good and hard! Gaaawwdd, that would be GREAT! But I can't allow it. I shouldn't. Should I? I'm so torn! And what would I do without him?! What if he were to move away? My life would be destroyed. But he needs to live his own life and not have me hanging around his neck. Oh Suzanne! This is just killing me."

Suzanne's heart went out to Susan's plight. She thought, I had no idea that Susan was so conflicted deep inside. That's probably because she's riding an erotic buzz most of the day and suppresses it all. 

She's a pretty smart woman normally, but these past weeks, most of the time she's so sexed up she has the intellect of a potted plant. But it looks like her childhood strictures against incest still haunt her, and it all comes out whenever the action stops. 

There's really only one solution. She has to get over the hump by humping, so to speak. She has to get used to fucking her son, and over time all her doubts will ebb away.

Susan sighed deeply yet again. "I think I need professional help. I have to see a psychologist, immediately, before things get even crazier!"

"Hmm. A psychologist, you say?" Suzanne said while her mind frantically schemed. How am I going to spin THAT? With no outsiders interfering, my plan to turn the Plummer house into a giant, non-stop orgy party has been slowly but surely succeeding. But if she talks to someone like a real psychologist, fuck knows what'll happen from that. 

Wait - I know what'll happen. The psychologist won't buy Alan's medical condition story, because let's face it, it can sound absurd if you don't want to believe it in the first place. They'll ask a few other doctors about it, and the entire thing will unravel. Dr. Fredrickson and Nurse Akami may do prison time, for starters. No way can I let that happen. I have to convince her not to see anybody. That's the-

As if Susan had read Suzanne's last thought, she said, "Don't try to make me change my mind. I've got my mind made up. I know what you're going to say: that no outsider should learn of Alan's medical problem. Who knows if even a trained professional will tell, and so on? And it's true I don't know a good doctor that can be trusted. But I think the situation demands taking the risk."

Suzanne failed to directly answer that. To stall for time, she diverted the subject and said, "By the way, I feel frightfully underdressed. How embarrassing." She went to the underwear cabinet to retrieve her shirt, but she still remained in view of Susan.

Susan watched her move about with great interest. "Oh. Sorry about that. Actually, it's fine if you leave it off, but if you put it back on that could help me think. This is one of my problems: my arousal when I see... when I see..." 

Susan didn't want to bring up her recent lesbian urges with Suzanne, since Suzanne was the main focus of those urges. So instead she covered up her verbal stumble. "It's not like we suddenly can't go nude. After all, the task of helping Alan with his six times target never ends. We have to develop the properly slutty attitude twenty-four hours a day if we're going to be the best cocksuckers we can possibly be." 

Susan caught herself after saying that. She said bemoaningly, "See? That's not normal. But that's how I think these days. All I can think of is that big fat cock drooling cum, sitting in my mouth, sliding in and out, in and out, in and out... That delicious cum splattering on the back of my throat... And when he's gone to school, it's pure torture!" 

Suzanne replied, "I think I'll just put my top back on, if you don't mind." 

Dressing allowed Suzanne to stall for more time while she thought of new ideas. I don't think this would be the appropriate moment to take the egg vibrator out of my pussy, too. But it's so hard to think with it in there! Damn. Focus, Suzanne! 

Okay, how about this. If she doesn't know a good doctor, what if I get a fake doctor to tell her lies? It worked so well once before to get this whole ball rolling. Akami really grew into her role. But whom can I pick for this? I don't know any psychologists at all, so I can't get one to lie like I did with Dr. Fredrickson. What if I get someone to impersonate one? 

Wait! I know the perfect person: my old college dorm mate, Xania. Oh my gosh! That could work in so many different ways.

"Susan," Suzanne finally said once she'd slipped her shirt back over her shoulders, "as you can tell, I'm pondering this situation deeply. I think you have a good point about seeing a psychologist. Personally, I think pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of, and these last few weeks have been the best of my life. But we don't know the long-term psychological effects, for you, or for your children. I didn't realize you've been so conflicted inside, or that you get that obsessed."

Susan explained, "That's because I've been turning my brain off, more or less, so I could just be in denial about everything and enjoy the moment. And they've been the best weeks of my life, too. But the slippery slope! Where is this leading? I can't control it at all." 

Suzanne continued, "You should see someone about this. True, it's a risk. If this gets out, you could destroy everyone's lives, for sure. I know you said that Alan still needs his help, but do you personally really want to stop altogether? Do you really want to give up your daily dose of your son's cum?"

"Of course not. No way! I was thinking maybe I wouldn't be fully honest with the psychologist..."

"So you need someone who has some sympathy to Alan's medical needs, and your vital role in helping him out."

"Yes, if there's anyone out there sympathetic. Do you think there is? We have to keep helping Alan with his medical treatment, no matter what. He can't do it alone. When I think of all that nasty sperm building up in his balls... Why, it makes me anxious just to think about it!"

Suzanne pointed out, "Not many professionals are going to have any sympathy for this whole situation, even though it's all very medically justified. But I think I have the solution. I have a friend who's a psychologist. She's someone we can trust. She's also very open-minded and has a healthy attitude towards sexual things. It would be an almost perfect fit. I just hope she's around. She and I were close in college, until just before I met you, but I haven't spoken to her in years."

"Oh, Suzanne, that's great!" Susan had been keeping her physical distance from Suzanne this morning, afraid they might end up kissing or more, but now she excitedly walked up to her and gave her a big hug. "Who is she? Tell me more!"

Suzanne smiled as she hugged her best friend back. "Well, I don't want to get your hopes up and then have them crash. For one thing, she doesn't even live in this county. She lives up in Los Angeles, last I heard. But she could be in Timbuktu for all I know, now. Let me go back home, make some calls, and try to track her down. But I'd trust her with my life. No worries about the security aspect, if she can do it." 

CHAPTER 4 

Suzanne left not long after, indeed so she could track down her old friend. 

As Suzanne walked back to her house, she thought, Too true! I haven't spoken to Xania in years. What has it been, five years? But things have been cold between us for a lot longer than that. Still, time heals all wounds. I think she'd definitely be into helping because I know she loves a challenge, just so as long as she hasn't died or turned into a Jesus freak or something. No way would "The Tongue" get all prudish on me. She's so wild that she makes ME look tame. Or at least she was. I hope she'll let bygones be bygones. Xania, please be home!

Suzanne called Xania "The Tongue" because Xania had a nearly inhumanly long tongue and that was her nickname in certain circles back when Suzanne and Xania were college roommates. Suzanne was always a bit jealous of Xania's tongue and her nickname, because Suzanne's tongue was almost as long, yet it was constantly overlooked in favor of Xania's. 

The "bygones be bygones" was a reference to an incident where Suzanne stole Xania's serious boyfriend away from her. Their friendship fell apart after that and although they did eventually make up, things between them were never the same. 

Suzanne rushed into her house and found her phone book. She tracked down Xania's number and dialed it.

"Xania? ... You're home! Great! It's me, Suzanne. ... Uh huh. Look, I need to know urgently: no big changes in your life lately - married, kids, new job, something like that? ... No, same old you, living life to the fullest, having fun? Great! ... Are you still knocking the socks off of the hunks around town? ... You are? But of course you are, heh-heh-heh. .... This may sound weird, but I have a huuuuge favor to ask..."

Suzanne briefly and vaguely outlined the situation with Susan and the need for her friend Xania to play the role of a psychologist for a day. Xania proved to be game, especially when she was told that there would be some excellent sex involved. To sweeten the pot, Suzanne promised Xania plenty of money to cover her time and hassle.

Xania lived for the nightlife. She was in her late thirties like Suzanne, but she remained unmarried. She was addicted to L.A.'s swinging club scene. Over the years, she'd experienced plenty of boyfriends, orgies, drugs, rock n' roll, and every type of hedonistic fun she could find. But she still looked great and kept going strong. In fact, she had a very similar tall and buxom physique to Suzanne and Susan.

Suzanne truly did trust Xania because she knew her friend lived just for the moment. Something like blackmailing Suzanne to keep quiet went deep against her nature.

The one problem Suzanne had was that she couldn't really imagine Xania as a doctor. Given Xania's past jobs as such things as a professional stripper, the best Suzanne could do was conjure up the ridiculous image of Xania nearly naked and carrying some books. But luckily, Xania had done a lot of acting in Hollywood (mostly minor roles in soft-core porn movies) so Suzanne knew that she could at least play a role convincingly.

After Suzanne got the initial thumbs up from Xania and outlined a brief plan to her, she hung up and called Susan. 

"Hi, Susan? Guess what? Xania is still around, and still a psychologist! That's the name of the friend I was talking about. ... Not only that, but I briefly outlined your problem and your urgent need, and she has agreed to make room to see you the day after tomorrow! Isn't that great? ... Of course, you'll have to drive up to Los Angeles, but her office is only about an hour and a half away from here, so that's not too bad. She also wants to see Alan and Katherine to see the problem from all angles. ... Uh huh, on the same day. They'll obviously have to miss school. Figure on at least half a day, with the driving. ... Just have them call in sick."

After she talked to Susan some more, Suzanne called Xania back and they made their plans. 

Xania really did live in L.A., an adversity that Suzanne turned into an advantage. If the "doctor" was in the same town, Susan might want to have weekly appointments, and that would never work since Xania didn't know psychiatry from a hole in the ground. 

Suzanne drove to L.A. that same day to discuss the situation for hours with Xania so she'd be very thoroughly coached on what to say. While she was there, she also made considerable arrangements so Xania could hold her meeting in what would hopefully pass as a real psychologist's office.

Suzanne wasn't happy that Susan had her idea to see a psychologist, but she looked on the positive side. If I can pull this off, I can use this to drive Susan and the others even deeper into sexual abandon. Get the doctor to say everything is okay as is, and she'll no longer to have any excuse to hold back any more. This could actually get rid of what remains of her moral qualms and heal her mental split that's been troubling her. True, we'll all benefit, but really it's for her own good. God, I'm brilliant sometimes!

CHAPTER 5

Alan hoped that his day at school would be very "Glory-ious," as he liked to put it. He spent most of lunch with Glory to make up for the fact that he couldn't get it up for her the day before. As they were doing pretty much every day when Alan had enough time, they had fun with role playing.

They played a fantasy where Alan was a vampire. It started with some simple making out. Alan had been kissing his way up Glory's neck when he got the idea to give her a few playful bites there. 

Glory commented, "Be careful. Are you a vampire or something?" 

He replied theatrically, "Actually, yes! And now that I have you in my grasp, you can't escape!" 

Glory didn't seem too impressed. "Okay, Mr. Dracula, where are your fangs?" 

He answered, "Well, truth be told, I'm of a special subspecies. Ve are pussy vampires. Ve live on pussy juice." He nibbled a bit on her long and shapely neck. He spoke in a bad accent, modeling his voice on the character The Count from Sesame Street. 

Glory laughed. Pretending fear, she cried, "Oh dear! Whatever will I do?!" She pushed him away and tried to run away. 

However, she didn't try that hard. She began running in circles around the students' desks. 

Alan tried to chase her. Sometimes he managed to catch up and grab her, but she'd free herself. Sometimes she'd get far ahead of him, but when that happened she'd slow down to allow him to catch up. 

At one point, Alan grabbed her blouse and "accidentally on purpose" tore it open (he knew she kept spare clothes in her closet). After another circle around the room, he got his hand on her bra, but she had to help unclasp it so he could "tear it off." 

Then he grabbed her on the shoulders and said, "NOW I've got you! Vonce you are in the grasp of a vampire, there ist no escape!" 

Glory laughed. "You said that already, but I escaped, didn't I?" 

"True. However, now I use my special powers. Fool! You haf looked into the eyes of a vampire. I haf you mesmerized!" 

Glory laughed. "You're really hamming it up, aren't you?" Then she got back into her role and said, "Wait! That sounds scary, but I don't feel mesmerized." 

He said sheepishly, "Hmm. It doesn't alvays verk. I'm afraid I didn't quite pass all my classes back in vampire school." But then, with dramatic flourish, he added confidently, "But never you mind! Ve go to plan B! Maybe dis vill mesmerize you!" He unzipped his shorts and pulled out his rampant erection. It stood out proudly through his fly. 

Glory smiled. "Now we're talking! It's true. Looking at that, I do feel a bit... transfixed." She looked down with at it with wide and eager eyes. "I suppose getting drained by a vampire wouldn't be so bad. Just so long as I can do a little draining of my own. Did I mention that I'm a vampire too? Except that my subspecies subsists on semen." 

Alan laughed. "You are not!" He sucked on her nipples and played with her breasts for a few minutes. Then he had her bend over the table and pulled down her pants and undies.

In his bad Transylvanian accent, he said, "I vant to suck your cunt! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" Then he got down to the business of pussy licking Glory from the behind. He said, "You vill rue the day you bent over your desk for the undead, you naughty teacher, you. I vill suck you dry!" 

In fact, he steered the fantasy in this direction because he wanted to practice his pussy licking. He tried to "suck her dry" for over ten minutes. He complained that as soon as he made any progress, she'd expel even more cum from her pussy lips. 

Slowly the fantasy dissolved and they reverted to their natural roles of teacher and student. 

Glory continued her lessons about the finer points of going down on a woman. 

He still wasn't good at it and would have much preferred doing most anything else with Glory's body, but he pushed himself. He figured it was the least he could do after the way she'd deep throated him. 

She assured him that he would slowly get better and more comfortable with it, and she was right. 

By the end of their time together he began to enjoy it. He found it was a lot of fun to do something arousing with his tongue and hear her moans of great pleasure in response.

But he preferred to lie on top of Glory right on the table she used to teach his class. With both of them completely naked by now, he fell back into the vampire role and really got to know her neck during the times they didn't lock lips. He gave her enough hickies and small bites to last a lifetime. 

She was happy to have her boobs mash into his strong chest, but she wasn't so comfortable with the fact that his penis was only inches from her pussy lips. So she clamped the penis between her thighs and kept it there to make sure "it didn't get into any mischief", as she put it. 

Since she was so athletic from her love of surfing and other sports, her thighs were quite muscular. She squeezed his erection with her impressive thigh muscles, which kept it hard and happy.

The grand finale was one of Glory's extraordinary blowjobs. She took him deeper and deeper until it became a deep throating. Again her tongue, mouth, lips, and hands all worked to drive him over the edge. Nothing made him feel so good. He suspected that even if he could fuck her, the deep throat would probably feel better. But he still wanted badly to fuck her, just the same.

Yet, for all this activity, they only spent about twenty minutes together. Alan had been talked into another cheerleader painting job, this time for Janice. So everything he and Glory did felt a bit rushed. 

Aside from the usual lack of time, their biggest problem was that they had no bed to lie in. Even though they still weren't fucking, they usually wanted to get more intimate than just mutual masturbation on uncomfortable desks and chairs. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 25



Glory had taken to keeping sheets and pillows in the closet behind her desk, and she would lay them out so they wouldn't have to roll around on the cold and dirty tiles. But she could hardly go any further and bring in a mattress into her classroom. Even the sheets had their own dangers. Despite their best efforts to keep things clean, on a day where Alan stayed for a while, the sheet would get covered with sweat and cum. Then Glory would have to smuggle it out in her bag and replace it with a new one. They longed for a better and safer place to play.

Their problem was compounded by the fact that they both loved role playing so much. Just before he left, Glory asked him, "So what are we going to play tomorrow?"

"Hmm. So many excellent choices. You want to get really wild? Okay. I want to be Father Alan, a Catholic priest. And I want you to be Sister Glory. Or Gloria. That's better; it sounds more religious."

"Young man, you are one twisted fuck. I love it! Okay! But how? If we do that, we'd have to take it to a whole other level. We need costumes to really make it work. And that's just one fantasy. We're gonna need a lot of costumes."

"It was just an idea. I can pick something simpler."

"No. I'm into it. Except that I call dibs on me being Princess Leia and you being Han Solo the day after that."

"Okay. Cool. You don't want me to be Luke Skywalker?"

"No. I like my guys to be a little more rugged and complicated. Plus she's Luke's sister. Gross!"

"Oh. Right. Forgot." Alan blushed and hoped his reaction wouldn't somehow give away what he was doing with his own sister.

She appeared not to notice anything unusual and continued, "Anyhow, so we've got the lack of bed problem. The smuggling in and out of sheets. The pillow in the closet. Getting rid of the cum smell. Looking all hot and bothered at the start of fifth period class. And to top it all off, now I've got to smuggle in and out a nun's habit and a priest's outfit. What if I get caught? That'll be a little bit awkward, to say the least. A teacher bringing sheets and costumes into the classroom? How to explain that? Plus, all these props are gonna cost money."

Alan suggested, "I'll go halfsies with you on the props. I don't get a whole lot of spending money or I'd be more gallantly generous. But you'd pretty much have to buy them because I always have to ask before using the car. ... If it's too much trouble, we don't have to do this. I love being with you just the same, props or no props."

"No, I want to do this." Not only did Glory enjoy this role playing tremendously, she also thought this might give her an edge over some of the other women Alan got sexual with. She didn't want him to come in every day with a penis too sore to use, or worse, spend his lunch time with someone else. So they made their plans.

With lunch half way over, he was in a rush to leave, but as he headed to the door, Glory said to him, "Wait."

She paused, and Alan thought it would be something very important. "You know, young man, that we have a school assembly during the last period of class today, don't you?"

"Yeah? So what?"

"I don't expect you'll actually be going to that, will you?" Her emotions were a mix of mischievousness and apprehension.

Her meaning slowly dawned on him. "You mean, you want me to come back here? I could get in trouble for that."

"Ah. You're such a good kid. Don't worry. I'll give you a pass. I'm the one who's likely to get in trouble. The way we're meeting every day at lunch - we can't continue like that. It's just a matter of time until we get caught. And I'm corrupting you, encouraging delinquency, but I just love it too much. I want a full hour with you, instead of just part of a lunch. I still want to know where you're going for the other half of your lunch time."

He ignored that last sentence, and replied, "Okay. See you in about an hour. Later!" He ran off.

CHAPTER 6 

When Alan reached the theater room, Heather let him in with the usual knock and password. But she looked cross. He looked further into the room and saw Janice and Joy, but they looked upset, too. The three girls were dressed in their usual casual school clothes and waiting for him.

"You're late," Heather bitched.

"Sorry. Geez, what happened here? Did someone die or something?"

There was no answer. Since every minute counted for Alan's painting needs, he got to work immediately and took out his painting tools.

The truth was, the tensions were extremely high after what happened the day before. Heather had been sexually cruel to Joy and Janice had volunteered herself to save Joy from further humiliation. 

But thanks to Heather's cruelty, Janice had inadvertently discovered sexual feelings for Joy, and also discovered that Joy had no lesbian desires whatsoever. Janice blamed everything on Heather and wanted revenge, but in her deal to replace Joy she'd promised to sincerely obey Heather's commands and not seek revenge.

So the situation was complicated and Alan didn't have much of a clue about it. However, he saw the tension between Heather and Janice right away. Any idiot could see the hatred that radiated from Janice, and Heather glared back just as angrily.

But before he could deal with that, Heather came up to him and said, "I did what you wanted. And Rock is well on the way out. So it's time for you to fuck me. Right now." 

Heather was referring to a deal she'd made with Alan the week before. He'd refused to fuck her as long as she pretended not to know him in public and also cheated with him behind the back of her dangerous boyfriend. Earlier in the day, knowing what was planned at lunch, she'd finally come up to him in the halls between classes and spoke to him in a friendly manner. 

It raised a lot of eyebrows. 

Heather knew that her status would take a hit to be seen associating with a "lowly nerd" even if she did try to bring her friends around regarding Alan as promised in the previous week. However, her desire to get fucked by him was so strong after too many days of him leaving her alone that she felt like she had no choice in the matter. But now she wanted her reward. 

Alan merely replied, as if completely disinterested. "Oh. That. Good. Don't worry, we'll probably get around to that sometime later." 

Heather nearly snapped in two. "What?! Don't worry?! Probably?! Sometime later?! Alan, I could kill you! I've done what you wanted and paid the price. The homecoming queen title is probably shot. The least you can do is fuck me this very instant! It's been a week since the last time already!" She started out strong with domineering anger, but her stance was quickly turning to submissive begging. 

Alan though was having fun stringing her along. He simply looked thoughtful and said, "Hmmm." 

"'Hmmm?' Is that all you have to say? I'm Heather fucking Morgan, dammit! What are you waiting for?" 

He didn't say anything at all but just scrutinized her. 

She wavered, uncertain about which tack to take. Finally, she said in a more pleading tone, "Please! Is that what you need to hear? Please, already!" 

He tried to change the subject. "I'd like to, but not when you're all uptight and upset. There's obviously some kind of bee in your bonnet. We have to sort that out. And you too, Janice." 

"GAH!" Heather shook her first and looked like she wanted to punch him. 

Alan turned from one of them to the other and then back again. "Janice, Heather, what's up between you two? If looks could kill, both of you would strike the other one dead instantly."

Standing with her arms crossed in a huff, Heather said in a bitter tone, "Ask Janice what her problem is. She's supposed to be nice to me."

"I don't have a problem," Janice answered. "No problem at all. Everything is fine." But her tone made it clear that everything was most definitely not fine. Her face burned slightly red, though nowhere near as red as her flaming hair.

Alan let it drop. He didn't have the energy or time to step between the two of them at the moment. So he focused his attention on painting. 

When Janice saw that Alan had his painting tools out, she bent over and pulled off her shorts so he could start. 

He removed her underwear and noticed with pleasure that she'd shaved her bush off since he saw her last, no doubt because it would help with the paint job.

They all knew the painting routine by now, so he started without any discussion or need for explanation. However, that meant the room remained deathly quiet. No one was in a sexy mood whatsoever.

He worked on fixing that. To cover the awkward lack of discussion, he asked Heather to turn on a stereo system that was built into the wall behind the stage. When she did, he asked for something rocking and bouncy. Tom Petty came on and that fit the bill nicely.

He turned Janice over to paint her front side and asked Joy, "By the way, what are you doing here today? Aren't you all set with your paint job?"

Joy was there for two reasons, but didn't want to explain either of them. One was that she wanted to make sure Janice and Heather didn't get into a cat fight, because they'd been sniping in class all day long. The second was that she was hoping Alan would give her the kind of mind-blowing fuck that he'd given her the day before. But with the grim mood in the room, she didn't even try to flirt with him. So she just answered, "I'm all set. I just like sticking by my best friend, Janice."

Alan though, had other ideas. He said, "In a few minutes I'm going to need to paint Janice's pussy lips, and they're as dry as a bone. I need them nice and engorged. For that to happen, we have to sex up the mood around here. Why don't you do a little strip tease for us? I know that would get me in the mood." 

He thought about his mother's strip tease just the night before and definitely wanted a repeat performance, even though he knew no cheerleader could hold a candle to his mother.

Joy was the shy type, but she also desperately wanted to please Alan so she could get fucked again, even if the time and circumstances meant that would be some other day. So she surprised herself when she said, "Okay."

She wore underwear under her street clothes, since Heather no longer dictated what she had to wear and do. Tom Petty's "Running Down a Dream" played in the background, and while it wasn't ideal music to strip to, it was inspiring enough to do the job.

Slowly, Joy started to sway and dance to the music. She wanted to get into the groove a bit before she started to take anything off.

Alan meanwhile pulled down his zipper and exposed his penis. It was flaccid from so much recent abuse and the utter lack of any sexual mood. He said to Janice, "Can you see if you can get this puppy excited?" 

Heather complained, "Don't waste your time, Janice. He's just going to get you all excited and then leave you high and dry." Obviously she was talking about herself more than Janice.

Janice was happy to give Alan's dick a handjob as a distraction, because the one thing she didn't want to do was see Joy strip. She realized now that she was deeply in love and in lust with her best friend, and to see Joy get naked in such a sensual manner would only be torture, since Joy didn't feel the same. 

All she had to do was look up and she could see Joy sway above her, but she tried to focus completely on the handjob instead.

The two girls had been friends since kindergarten. Janice began to think about all the good times she'd had with Joy over the years and found herself focused on the sleepovers and other occasions where she'd seen Joy dressed only in underwear, as she was now. 

Soon Janice began to think more of the underwear and less of the fond memories. When she noticed a wet spot developing between Joy's legs, she thought she'd pass out with excitement, but at the same time she cursed with frustration.

Meanwhile, Alan was still flaccid, mostly because of the icy mood in the room. 

Janice tried reviving Alan's penis, but she didn't seem to have much luck with the task. It was a bit difficult to do, given that she faced the other direction and she could barely get a hand on it. Furthermore, she had to try to keep her body perfectly still so he could paint, which took up more of her attention the more aroused she became. 

Heather, meanwhile, stood back with arms crossed, staring daggers into anyone who dared look her way. Like Joy, she'd come to see if she could get fucked, and also to make sure that the other two, but especially Janice, did not. She was beyond upset that Alan had ignored her so far and had Janice doing the handjob. Normally she would never give a boy a handjob, but she threw her usual rules out the window when it came to Alan, especially since she'd gone without him for a whole week now. 

She eyed every move of Janice's hands critically, always thinking about how much better she could be doing the job. Occasionally she even snorted in derision when she felt she could be doing something more arousing.

Joy had only taken off her shorts and the mood in the room was still very tense, mostly thanks to Heather just standing there and glaring. Alan also had to concentrate on the painting instead of fully devoting himself to sexual pleasures.

After a couple of minutes Heather couldn't take it any more and walked up to where Alan was painting. 

As she knelt down, she complained, "Janice, can't you do anything right? Obviously you're not very inspirational. Here. Let me take over." She rather forcibly took command of Alan's penis.

Joy, oblivious to anything but the music and dancing in her own private world, took her top off. She'd already shed her shyness and quite enjoyed the strip tease. As she broke into a big smile, the mood in the room instantly lightened. 

Alan smiled back. His penis now was at three-fourths full size. He hadn't commented on Heather's takeover, but now he just said, "Heather, suck it."

"What?!"

"It's still not there. Suck on it and you'll make it fully hard." He acted like this was the most normal and natural request imaginable.

Heather had given Alan a blowjob before. She grudgingly had to admit that it wasn't so bad, mainly because of the unusually sweet taste of his cum. But that was a very rare exception to the rule. If she didn't want to do something, she simply didn't do it, and she saw no point to a sex act that didn't give her any climaxes. Furthermore, if Alan was going to cum she was determined that he should cum in her pussy. A blowjob was just wasting time. 

So she said, "Sorry, I don't do that. I'll get it big with my hands. You'll see."

"Sorry," Alan said in a dismissive and domineering tone, "but I seem to recall that last week when you were in my house, you promised that you'd suck me off whenever I wanted. Are you going to break your promise? Is that the kind of girl you are? Because if you are, I think I'd much rather fuck Janice here."

In Heather's current mindset there was nothing more encouraging he could have possibly said to get her to do what he wanted. She was going to deny Janice that pleasure at all costs. "Okay. Fine," she muttered, wearing an obviously fake smile on her face. She took his penis in her mouth and sucked, but without enthusiasm.

After a minute or two of that, Alan had Janice sit up. He took her T-shirt off and she just held her arms out and let him do it without asking why (there was no real reason except he wanted to see her completely naked). Then he motioned her back down and had her crouch on all fours. 

Once again, Janice had a front row seat for Joy's strip tease. Janice again tried to close her eyes, but curiosity got the best of her, and they didn't stay closed for long.

With Heather sucking, Joy stripping, and Janice practically drooling at the sight of her best friend, Alan had managed to change the atmosphere in the room quite considerably. 

Even though Heather couldn't see the other two girls, there was an erotic mood in the room that grew, and she picked up on it. She started to suck with greater vigor, despite herself.

All Alan had left to do with Janice's paint job was the "touch up" work around her pussy and asshole. He knew he had time to finish now, so he plunged his finger and out of Janice's asshole, as if to "prep" it. 

Janice looked up and imagined Joy in front of her, fantasizing that she was about to lick her friend's pussy while Alan fucked her up the ass. Both ideas were so arousing that she came on the spot. 

Alan noticed her climax but he continued to saw away with his finger.

Heather thought she was doing a good enough job with the blowjob. But still, she was annoyed and almost at her breaking point. She'd come here to get thoroughly fucked by Alan and instead he was making her perform the sex act she least liked to do. The one thing keeping her going and inspiring her to do a good job was the hope that Alan would soon reward her with a serious pussy pummeling. 

So she was shocked when Alan barked at her, "Heather, who said you could wear any clothes? I want to see your tits exposed, NOW!" 

She growled, and thought to herself, Who does he think he is?! I could have any guy in this school with a wave of my hand. I'm the queen of this high school, dammit! What do I see in this guy, anyways? Doesn't Alan know I could completely destroy him socially? Does he have a death wish? Why am I actually listening to him?! 

She found her hands pulling her T-shirt up over her boobs. Then she frantically fought with her bra until it came off and fell to the floor. 

She shot more icy stares up at Alan, but she didn't stop her cocksucking even for a second. 

He said grudgingly, "That's a little better. I have to play with your tits though because your blowjob is so pathetic. I can hardly even tell you're doing anything down there. Maybe I should get Janice to do it. She may not have tits like yours, but she's no dead fish." 

Alan was astute enough to observe how his earlier comment that he'd rather fuck Janice lit a fire within Heather that caused her to redouble her efforts. So he tried the exact same thing again. 

It worked. Heather cursed inwardly, "Dead fish!" Dead fish?! I'll show him a fucking dead fish! 

She was desperate to please Alan before he made good on his threat to have Janice take over, so she tried cocksucking in a whole different way. She tried to forget her contempt for what she was doing and love the penis filling her mouth. She tried to treat it with tenderness and care. She was surprised just how much she enjoyed it, mostly because she began to fantasize about all the compliments of the great job she was doing Alan would soon be paying her. 

To hedge her bets and make sure he was feeling good, she plunged a finger into his asshole. She didn't even care if it was clean or dirty - she had sex on the brain and was ready to do anything and everything to win.

Heather surprised herself at just how enthusiastically she bobbed her head up and down over Alan's shaft. Her head was a near blur of action now, and one of her hands stroked near the base of the penis just as frantically. Her finger probing his asshole found his prostate and massaged it expertly. Her body seemed to act on its own and her mind just looked on as if it were an observer. 

Alan still made a pretense at painting, though he did a lot more sawing of his finger into Janice's ass than any painting. It was a tribute to the countless times he'd been sucked off in recent weeks that he could even keep up a pretense to paint, given the full-on attack Heather made on his privates. 

Playing Heather like a fiddle, he said in a calm voice, even though his insides were churning with erotic torment and excitement, "That's a little better, Heather. I'm beginning to feel you do something down there." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 25



Heather yelled with joy inside her head, YES! Take THAT, Janice, you ugly skank! At the same time, she was incredulous that he was only "beginning" to feel her, so she redoubled her cocksucking efforts yet again. 

Alan only had Janice's pussy lips left to paint, but he was having too much fun to fully concentrate on that. He told the redhead, "You're not wet enough yet." 

So, with Janice's ass high off the floor, he thrust two fingers into her pussy and began to grind them around.

Janice's eyes were now locked on Joy's naked figure. 

Joy was very much enjoying herself now, and since Janice was her most rapt observer, she mostly danced for the benefit of her best friend. 

Janice was both loving and hating life. 

When Joy ran out of clothes, she kept on dancing. 

Janice thought her eyes would bug right out. With Alan's fingers pounding into her pussy, she felt like crying, because she felt so good and so tortured all at once. 

Then Joy, now just a few feet in front of her friend, began to finger her own pussy. 

Janice thought she would lose it altogether. 

Joy would have been blind not to see the expression of pure lust and desire on her best friend, but that didn't stop her in the slightest. Even though she didn't feel lesbian desires, she loved the attention and she was too worked up to stop.

CHAPTER 7 

Alan decided that it was time for some serious fucking. He suddenly announced, "Okay, Heather, since your cocksucking needs work, I'm going to have to do something else to get off. Get your cunt over here. It needs some solid pounding." 

Heather was upset at how he'd dissed her hard blowjob work, but that was more than made up by what else he said. She wordlessly turned around and raised her ass so he could slip it in doggy style as he continued to frig Janice's ass and pussy right in front of him and also watch Joy's continuing show. Heather's face was glowing with pride that he'd chosen to fuck her over the other two cheerleaders. 

He said to the blonde bombshell, "Do you know what happens when I put my cock in your mouth, cunt, or ass?"

"No."

"You stop being Heather the stuck up bitch and you start being Heather the willing and submissive slut. Isn't that so?"

Her first inclination was to cut him down for being called a slut. But his penis was so close... 

"I can't hear you," he prodded. 

"Alan, cut the crap already." 

But he just rubbed his erection up and down her pussy lips. 

She made a futile effort to trust back and catch it with her pussy. 

He just kept rubbing it up and down, over and over. In reality, less than a minute had passed, but to Heather it seemed like years because her need was so great. 

"I can't hear you," he prodded again. 

She finally gave in. "Yes!" 

But he just kept rubbing up and down on the outside. "Yes what?" 

She said "Alan" like she was started a threat. However, she couldn't do it. She needed his cock too much. In a flat and defeated voice, she said, "Yes, I'm a slut. Happy?" 

She gasped as his penis dove deep into her hole. Her eyes bugged out and she gasped for air. She couldn't believe how good it felt. (She didn't realize that it was the humiliation that turned her on as much or more as the actual physical sensation).

Alan said calmly as he pushed all the way in, "That's 'yes, sir' to you."

"Yes, sir."

He pulled back and then stroked back in. "Now, tell me Heather, what am I fucking right now?"

"You're fucking a wanton slut, sir." Deep down she loved it when he called her names and she didn't try to fight the abusive language any more.

"Well, that certainly is true," he said sincerely, since if anyone in his high school qualified as a slut, it was Heather. But then, even more aggressively, he said, "I'm looking for a cum dump. Where can I find a cum dumpster around here?"

"Look down, sir," Heather answered breathlessly between gasps for air as Alan relentlessly speared her tight, blonde pussy with his penis. "Don't look at Joy. Your cum dumpster is down here. Sir." 

As though to punctuate her point, she rotated her hips, which made Alan's invading monster barely tap her G-spot for a second. That caused both of them to shiver excitedly.

"Oh," Alan replied as he quickly gained control of himself. "Is that the thing I have my penis stuck in? I was wondering what this insignificant hole was. It seems to talk, funnily enough. Can you talk, or are you just a mindless fuck hole?"

Heather was puzzled as to how he wanted her to answer. She responded, "I'm just a mindless fuck hole, but somehow I'm able to talk. I guess I need to say a few words sometimes, so I can tell men how badly I need to get fucked. Sir." 

Spurred on and inspired by the demeaning talk, the head cheerleader slammed her hips backwards and impaled herself deeper on the stiff penis, an action that caused her buttocks to slap loudly against his thighs.

Alan laughed. "Excellent answer, slut. You even remembered to say 'sir.' How is it that a blonde airhead like you can string together two sentences like that?"

"I don't know, sir. I'm not used to talking since my mouth is usually full of cock. Sir."

"Wow. You're really good at this talking thing, considering you're just a pussy life support system."

"Yes, sir!" she said with obvious enthusiasm. 

But then she remembered that they weren't the only other ones in the room. She looked over at Janice and Joy and saw them staring back with their mouths hanging open. "What they hell are you staring at?" she barked angrily. 

"What are they staring at?" Alan prodded again. 

Heather was torn between saying something to keep some dignity in front of her fellow cheerleaders or saying the kind of thing that she knew Alan wanted to hear and that turned her on. She grudgingly said, "Your personal cum dump, Sir." 

She closed her eyes and tried not to think about Janice and Joy being there, but the fact that they were just aroused her still further.

Alan continued this banter as he fucked the beautiful teen. 

They swapped positions and Heather sat on top of him so the two of them could fully concentrate on their fucking as they rose towards mutual climaxes. But he explained the move by saying, "Prove to me that you're a worthy slut."

Alan took the time to congratulate himself. Mere minutes earlier, the room was so chilly with ill feeling that it seemed to be ten below zero. Now everyone was naked and thoroughly enjoying themselves, though he didn't realize how much of Janice's enjoyment of Joy's striptease was painfully bittersweet. 

Heather was at least in her element in one respect: she loved to fuck. Being on top, she relished the feeling of control it gave her. She was in charge of the pace and she knew exactly what to do. She repeatedly lifted her hips up and then brought her whole body crashing down, impaling herself deeply on Alan's stiffness. Her long blonde ponytail flew around like a whip and her large breasts wobbled in every direction. She loved every second of it. 

Unfortunately, just as Heather and Alan began to assault each other with well-timed thrusts and built up to something great, Heather's alarm clock went off. She set it during these lunches to make sure they wouldn't be late for their next class.

Alan stopped fucking and muttered, "Damn lunches. Never long enough." It took him ten minutes before he'd started fucking and he'd arrived in the room with twenty minutes left to go, so he calculated he'd been ramming the bitchy blonde for less than ten minutes. 

He was just going to keep going, timing be damned, but the interruption made him think about when he'd cum and he remembered that he wasn't wearing a condom. He mentally kicked himself for forgetting about condoms yet again. It was an especially foolish mistake with Heather as he didn't trust that she was completely clean. 

To be on the safe side, he grabbed Heather roughly by the hair and said, "Get down, bitch. You're going to take it in the mouth."

She moaned, "NooooOOOOOO! You promised! What about our deal?! You have to fill my hole to the brim with your seed or it's just not the same. And you were really doing me bareback, too. You could have sprayed me real good." 

But even as she was saying this, she dutifully popped herself off of his dick, scooted down his legs and put his thick erection, completely drenched with her own juices, back into her mouth. 

Alan barked, "Are you questioning me, bitch?" But it wasn't really necessary. 

She shook her head no while sucking on his penis as if she needed to coax the cum out of him more than she'd ever needed anything in her life. She looked up into his eyes with an expression of complete adoration. The more he ordered her around and denied her wishes, the more she lusted for him. 

Within seconds of feeling her tongue dance on the sensitive underside of his hard-on, he let his load go. Time was all out. He grabbed her long blonde ponytail and started jerking his hips into her face. 

Heather was inexperienced at cocksucking, but she seemed to try to swallow as much as she could. She was outraged and incredulous at her own behavior, but she couldn't seem to stop greedily drinking Alan's thick seed. Alan had gotten her so worked up with his demeaning talking and talented fucking by this point that she would have agreed to just about anything. 

Alan looked down and saw Heather guzzling down his ropes of cum as they blasted straight into the back of her mouth. He was very pleased and his "Bad Alan" feelings were surging within him. He thought, She's tried it before but she's never admitted that she likes it. She has to like it, since everyone else does. Once I've got her hooked on my seed, I'll never hear her refusing to suck my cock again. Heh-heh. 

He was at least partially right. As the squirts of cum finally trailed off, Heather took stock of what happened. I feel tricked. How did he get me to do that?! Cocksucking?! Ugh! But what's strange is that... Huh. .... Very strange. 

She swirled some residual cum around her mouth as if winetasting. It doesn't taste too bad. .... In fact, it's damn delicious! I keep trying to deny that, but it's hopeless. 

God, I love it! Hell, I'm almost upset that he forcefully pumped most of it straight down the back of my throat 'cos there's not much left to savor. But I'm not going to let him turn me into a habitual cocksucker. 

Real honest to God fucking is what it's all about. If I keep pretending not to like cocksucking hopefully he'll eventually get the message and fuck me properly more often. 

Alan looked around. Joy sat up on her knees, and seemed content to fuck herself endlessly. Furthermore, she did it only a couple of feet in front of a literally drooling and shaking Janice. 

It occurred to him that he'd gotten so caught up in fucking that he'd forgotten to paint Janice's pussy lips. Now Janice was too wet and too aroused - to paint her would be like hitting a moving target. Oh well. That's what tomorrow is for. I'm sure I'll be wanted back for some more painting... and whatnot. Hopefully a lot of whatnot. He grinned an evil grin. 

The aftermath of Alan's climax was strange and awkward. A painful silence once again descended, though lucky Tom Petty's greatest hits still played in the background. Janice and Heather once again avoided even looking at each other. 

Heather generally avoided looking in Alan's direction, but when he caught her eye she appeared sullen. She wanted to hate him because of how he jerked her around and demeaned her, but at the same time she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she'd only beg for more. 

More awkwardly, Janice now blushed profusely when Joy came near her and tried to be friendly. Eventually Joy pulled the still shaking Janice up and helped steady her. Janice thrilled at the touch, and she deliberately leaned all over her best friend as though too weak to stand, even as she wondered how she'd be able to interact platonically with Joy ever again. She at least managed to resist any overt groping of her.

But Alan didn't get to find out how things developed after that, because he finished dressing first and rushed off to class.

Later, in fifth period, Alan paid no attention as his teacher droning on. He thought about his experience with the cheerleaders at lunch. His perspective was very different after the post-orgasmic come-down. 

He thought, You know, I'm turning into a real asshole. I'm getting bossy and full of myself. Jesus H. Christ! Who was that arrogant jerk and when did he inhabit my body? How do I get him out? The way I treated Heather was ridiculous! True, it was just playing around, and she likes it that way, but really! "Cum dumpster"? "Pussy life support system"? Dang! I never would have said that kind of thing to anyone in a million years, just a couple of weeks ago. Is it really just sexy playing around, or is that the real me coming out? 

If it is, I don't like me. I don't want to be an arrogant asshole, snapping my fingers and saying "Lick it, baby. You know you love it." I have to fight this! Heather seems to bring out the worst in me, but we have such great sex together. These women are attracted to me because I'm a nice guy. But at the same time, they want me to act like an aggressive sexual brute when things get hot and heavy. I don't get it. 

The way I'm going off in my mind how Heather is going to love my cum seems typical of my arrogant attitude. But the problem is, it's true. There is something special about the taste of my cum. I'm sure that the other times she'd given a blowjob she wanted to wash her mouth out right away, but I noticed she was in no hurry to do that today. Heck, it looked liked she was savoring it this time. 

Plus, it seems the way I fuck makes women melt. And when I act like all rude and aggressive with Heather, it's so cathartic. I can let all my pent up frustrations out, especially my lack of fucking Mom and Suzanne. And I'm always holding my tongue, not calling anyone things like slut or bitch, and that all comes tumbling out with Heather, too. She loves it. But that doesn't make the way I'm behaving right. 

What am I supposed to do? I'm only fucking eighteen years old, for Christ's sake! No one prepared me for this. I have no idea what this all means or how to deal with it! Where's the after school special on how to treat your harem? Seriously! I'm sitting here in the middle of this fucking insanely boring class, and I look just like any other average student on the outside, but in reality I secretly have a de facto harem. And I'm turning into some kind of cruel sultan slave owner or something. 

Not only that, but I'm losing touch with reality. This class just seems unreal; just an annoying diversion until I have my face buried in my mom's tits again. I was going to tell my friends that Amy is now my girlfriend, but my social life is such a disaster that when will I even see them again outside of saying hi between classes? I'm going to be a complete failure in life unless I can get a job as a gigolo or something. 

He thought with grim humor, I wonder if there are any paying jobs involving having your penis sucked all day long.

I really need some advice. Acting all bossy gets my penis hard. Hearing Heather say "Yes, sir!" so obediently gets me even harder. Just thinking that I have a harem is giving me a woody right now, especially when I think of the likes of Mom and Sis naked at my feet, waiting to serve me. 

They're so willing. So busty. So big and tall. So flawless. So beautiful. Christ! We're talking the most beautiful women on the planet! I'm only human. I think I'm doing pretty good, considering how some people might have acted in my shoes. Aren't I? I don't know. 

This is like the story of Job, except in reverse, where everything is going right instead of wrong. But it's turning into a curse, just the same. You know what? It's kind of like that Twilight Zone episode where the guy thinks he's died and gone to Heaven cos he gets everything he wants, but in the end it turns out he's in Hell. 

Well, okay, it's not THAT bad, not even close. But I feel a touch of that curse of getting what you wish for. 

I have to talk to Suzanne soon. Luckily she's got lots of wisdom and experience. She'll be able to help, if anyone can. Thank God for her. As much as I love my mom and sister, they certainly can't help me with some things. I don't even think I could have a really long talk with them any more unless I allow them to suck my cock at the same time. JESUS! This is so good, but so fucked up.

CHAPTER 8 

Before Alan could get home to talk to Suzanne, it was time for his secret meeting with Glory during the school assembly. While his attitudes about sex were changing drastically, he'd never ditched class before and felt surprisingly guilty about skipping out on the assembly, even though he knew it was a waste of time. 

He thought ruefully, Odd how I'm more bothered by that than the fact that I'm fucking my sister. Things are so skewed. They should just lock me up in a small cage and tour me around as a circus freak. "Come see the teenaged incest monster!" 

When he arrived in Glory's room with his hall pass, he looked at her smiling happily at him and considered telling her about his problem with the cheerleaders. Look at Glory. She's so smart and wise. She's probably as smart as Suzanne. The problem is, she's so moral. She still thinks I'm a normal guy. She probably figures, yes, he's playing around with Suzanne and Kim and a couple of other women, but that's the extent of it. 

If she only knew the depths of my depravity! I would blow her mind straight out of her head if I told her what I was doing to my sister and mother. Incest. I love doing it, but I hate the word. I don't really connect the act and the word together; I don't really think of it like that, but she certainly would. 

Even if I merely tell her what I did with the cheerleaders during lunch, her opinion of me is going to completely plummet. I can't even tell her just hints about it, because once she's on the case she's so good at teasing the rest out of me. And I DEFINITELY can't let her know anything about what I'm doing with Heather. Dang. I could really use her advice, too.

While Alan felt introspective and glum, Glory was in a completely different mood. There was a very devilish twinkle in her eye. 

After they kissed briefly, Glory grinned broadly and said, "I have something special planned today, since we have this extra, extended opportunity. Lately we've mostly been playing out your fantasies, which is fine. It's been loads of fun. But today I want you to act out my fantasy. Are you okay with that?"

Alan thought about that. That's fair play. Everyone's been serving me, pleasing me, following my whim. I need to be more giving and sensitive to other people's needs. This is a perfect first step to turning over a new leaf, getting more humble. "Sure, Glory. That sounds like a great idea. I'm happy to do whatever you want."

She gave him a surprisingly naughty smile. "I'm very glad to hear that. Are you absolutely sure? Anything?"

Alan thought, Uh-oh. She's going to make me do something really weird. I can tell. But he confirmed, "Yes. Absolutely. Anything."

"Good. We're going to role play again, but I can't say what, exactly. Just follow my orders. And keep in mind that, for the purposes of this drama, you've been a very bad student."

"Yes, ma'am." 

Alan sat in his usual front row classroom seat and thought, You don't need to add the "purposes of this drama" part. I totally failed my second period class test today. I didn't even study because I was so spaced out that I didn't even hear when the test was announced. Duh.




Six Times a Day Pt. 26



Part 26: Slippery When Wet

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. If you're interested in the illustrated version, try Googling "Six Times a Day." On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 13) 

When Alan arrived home he wanted to do only one thing, and that was immediately take a huge nap. He was actually afraid that Susan would waylay him and demand to suck him off.

But to his surprise, Susan greeted him dressed conservatively, relatively speaking. She wore a yellow terry cloth bath robe, which could mean a variety of things, but she actually had it tightly wrapped around her. He couldn't even see any cleavage. 

That disturbed him. He figured that if Susan didn't want to share the bounty of her chest with him, something had to be very askew.

Oh no. Here we go again, he thought. What now? Just when you think things can't possibly get any stranger, they go and get stranger yet again. What's going to happen? Did someone get busted breaking the rules again? Did Ron call and make her nervous or something?

"Hi Tiger," Susan said happily enough. "Don't worry; you're not in trouble or anything. You noticed the way I'm covered up. I'm sorry, but I just want to cool things off for a little bit, okay? I think we all need to cool things off after this morning. Not to mention last night."

"Um, okay." In truth, Alan was so worn out from so much sexual stimulation lately that he greatly welcomed some cooling off. The spanking had both driven him to new heights of pleasure and turned him off to sex for a while. He was still too freaked out to want to be aroused. 

Susan, totally unaware of his experiences at school that day, explained, "It's just that, I'm wondering where all of this is going. I'm wondering what the long-term effects of all this sexual activity will have on all of us. So we're all going to go see a psychologist about it. She's an old friend of Suzanne's. Very understanding and professional, I'm told. Her name is Xania - spelled with an 'X' but pronounced like 'Z.'" 

The two sat down at the dining room table and Susan explained everything else she knew about Xania to Alan. 

He had no idea what to make of it, but his brain reeled at the idea of seeing a psychologist. He had to cradle his head in his hands because he thought he just couldn't take any more new developments. He had a very, very bad gut feeling about it. All the sexual activity in the Plummer house had taken place in a complete cocoon from the outside world; to let any outsiders in on anything could be complete disaster.

"...So until the psychologist sees us, I think we need to keep things cool a bit," Susan said as she finished the explanation. 

Alan was upset when she said the appointment would be on Friday because he had some big tests at school, plus an appointment with Akami in the afternoon. But Susan explained they figured out that he could take a second car to the appointment after the end of his last period with a test, Glory's class, and he could reschedule Akami for Monday. It would be cutting it close to have everything ready before he had to leave for the Boy Scout trip that evening, but it was doable. 

Alan grumbled and raised some objections, but in the end he didn't find any way out. He could have discussed it more, but he didn't want to think. He just wanted to sleep and mentally process it all later.

At one point, Susan told him, "Don't worry. I know what you're thinking - that maybe everything will change. But Suzanne has already talked to this Xania person and she understands your medical need for stimulation. I'm not going to stop helping you that way, no matter what she says. But I just am afraid of things going too far. I mean, I get urges that I think would shock you. It has to change."

Even as she mentioned her urges, those urges started to resurface again. She was naked under the robe, naturally, and the feeling of the terry cloth rubbing against her nipples felt like Alan pulling on her boobs. It was all she could do to keep calm and keep the robe closed until the discussion was over. She reminded herself that it was the very type of thing that necessitated seeing a psychologist. 

After some more chitchat, Alan gladly retired to his room. Despite his mother's assurances, he was afraid everything would change. At the very least, he figured if Susan talked to a psychologist it would dash his hopes of sleeping with her. He was extremely upset about that but couldn't figure out what to do about it. 

CHAPTER 2

Alan slept a long time. After his nap, he went looking for Suzanne. He had all kinds of things he wanted to discuss with her. 

First on the list was his worry that he was slowly turning into an arrogant asshole, some kind of cruel "master." 

Second, he wanted to discuss his concern that he was losing touch with the mundane, nonsexual world, and would soon drop out of school, drop out of his social life, and basically drop out of everything that didn't involve sex. 

Third, he wanted to discuss his spanking experience with Glory and figure out what that meant. 

Finally, and with the timeliest urgency, he wanted to discuss Susan's psychologist idea and what that could mean for their special family situation. 

But he was unable to discuss any of it because Suzanne wasn't there. Unbeknownst to him, Suzanne was still in L.A., making arrangements to pull off the psychologist charade. 

He considered talking about some of this with his mother, and normally he would have, but these weren't normal times. He figured she was so heavily into her own weird mental trip with all her own sexual concerns that led to this psychologist idea that he didn't want to burden her with even more problems.

So he went to talk to Katherine instead. The two of them commiserated in his room for a long time about Susan's psychologist plan. Katherine was as unhappy with the appointment idea as he was. She was very happy to have sex with her brother and didn't want someone to psychoanalyze her about the evils of incest. Just like him, she realized they had a very unique and good thing going, and the odds were high that the psychologist would rock the boat in a bad way. 

But she pointed out to Alan, "Hey, life goes on. For instance, no matter what happens at home, at school you still have Glory, plus the cheerleaders are bound to just get wilder and wilder. I mean, I heard what a big success you were today with Joy, Janice, and Heather. They all rave about you." 

She added, "At cheerleader practice, Heather was like a zombie. I figure it's 'cos you fucked her good. Am I right? I am right, I know it! You're nearly guaranteed at least one good cheerleader fuck tomorrow. You can take your pick. And no one can prohibit you from being with Suzanne. And then you have me, your own Number One Fuck Toy. We may just have to keep sneaking around, but so what? You know how many guys would kill to be in your shoes? They should make a porno movie of your life!"

"Thanks, Little Sis. You know how to cheer me up. You're right that I have an incredible sex life and I should count my blessings. But I'm concerned about Mom. I don't want her to do something she doesn't want to do, but I thought she seemed so okay with everything lately. I'm puzzled."

"It's all going to work out, Brother. And here - I know another way to cheer you up." She unzipped his shorts. Afraid that Susan might hear, she whispered as she bent down and put her face in his crotch, "It's the duty of your fuck toy to keep you happy."

Alan was in no mood for all kinds of teasing, or physically intense sex, but he figured that kicking back and enjoying a nice blowjob would help reduce his stress. 

Katherine worked hard to give him a loving blowjob. As it was a spur of the moment thing, she didn't ask permission from Susan, but she also didn't ask for fear that Susan would say no, given Susan's new cautious mood. 

Alan had meant to talk to Katherine about her disturbing, recent submissive comments. For instance, he wanted to know what she really meant when she repeatedly called herself his fuck toy. Was that just a game or did she really mean it? But the blowjob felt too good to interrupt, and when it was over, he decided he was too emotionally weary to open up another can of worms. He looked forward to a talk with Suzanne and a chance to settle some issues.

But before he could reach his climax, he heard the clicking of high heels until Susan stood outside his door. Then he heard her knock on the door and say, "Tiger, telephone for you."

Alan was surprised. Few people called him at home any more. 

"It's your friend Sean," she explained. 

Alan considered what to do: ignore the phone, answer the phone, or answer the phone while his sister continued to suck him off. 

He decided that he needed to make an effort at a social life and he couldn't concentrate or speak without breathing heavily if Katherine continued slurping on his erection, so he reluctantly pushed her head away and ended the blowjob.

He talked to Sean for a long time. When he was finally done, Katherine had long left his room.

For dinner, Susan treaded a thin line between extremes by wearing something both sexy and conservative. Aware of Alan's love for costumes, she dressed up in a silky Japanese kimono that thoroughly covered most of her skin, even as it ably showed off her big tits.

But as much as she tried to take a "cool it down" approach, her body wasn't ready to always obey her brain. Not only was she addicted to Alan's cum, she was also now addicted to being naked or loosely dressed, and flaunting her body to Alan at nearly every opportunity. 

The idea of going back to wearing bras and panties all day long was completely absurd to her. She even disliked leaving the house because it meant she had to thoroughly dress up and put at least a bra on. She rarely wore panties outside the house now, as long as she wore something that allowed her to hide that fact.

Amy came over for dinner as well. Now that she was Alan's girlfriend, she hoped to spend more time at the Plummer house than ever before. 

She and Alan kissed for many long minutes after she walked in the door. Their kiss turned into an all-over body grope. 

Susan had to put a stop to it when Amy started to undo Alan's shorts. She pointed out that a blowjob or handjob wasn't part of Alan's official "getting of attention" method for her.

Amy was in an infectious and bubbly mood. She still couldn't get over the fact that she was now Alan's official girlfriend. 

Susan tried to impress Amy and the others with the seriousness of her concerns and her newfound desire to see a psychologist, but it was difficult to be severe and serious in the face of Amy's enthusiasm. 

Susan said to her, "Now, Amy, we have to sort of take a pause with Alan."

Amy asked, "Do you mean we should pause for air when sucking his thingy or pause for air during a big French kiss smooch?" She broke into laughter. 

Susan laughed with the others, though in her current mood she didn't find it all that funny.

Amy steamrolled over Susan's worries. Changing the topic completely, she said, "Susan, I'm so psyched to be a full member of the cocksucker club. Finally! But I have so much to learn from you guys. You were super awesome showing me how to lick his thingy last night, but how do you get him in the mood in the first place? I'm not good at all with that flirting stuff."

CHAPTER 3 

Susan was proud of her ability to get Alan erect just about any time or any place. She was drawn in to the conversation, and soon began explaining in great detail the techniques she used. 

Katherine joined in and talked just as much. 

It was interesting information for Alan to hear. He didn't realize the deliberate thought and strategies behind their flirtatious actions until they spelled it out clearly.

The women talked a lot about clothing. Susan said, "Amy, the key is what you wear, or, more importantly, what you don't wear. Now that you're one of Alan's elite cocksuckers, and his official girlfriend to boot, no doubt you're going to find yourself naked and on your knees quite frequently."

"Rad! I love being naked!" She bent forward and listened more intently to one of her favorite subjects - nudity.

"We all noticed that," Susan said with a smile but some chagrin. "However, sometimes it's sexier not to be completely naked. Your mother was just talking to us about this yesterday and I think she was spot on. You know the saying that it's not the having, it's the getting. Well, it's kind of like that. It's sexy to reveal yourself bit by bit. That's why strip teases are so popular. So you don't have to always throw all your clothes off right away, even though we all know how much you love to do that."  

She continued in a motherly manner, "Remember now that our goal, and your goal, is to keep Alan's penis hard all day long, so he can achieve his six times a day target and have his penis pleasured for hours upon end. Preventing that dangerous sperm build up through hours of sucking and stroking - there's nothing more important than that." 

Amy nodded but asked, "Why is his cum so dangerous? I don't get it." 

Susan lectured earnestly, "Amy, perhaps dangerous is overstating it a bit, but for a superior type of male like Alan, blue balls are a dreadful, dreadful thing. We've got to get that cum out of his balls and into or on our mouths, asses, chests, and faces, or Alan will suffer something awful. If this psychologist understands anything at all about superior men, and Suzanne assures me she does, she'll see why all of us have to fight this never ending battle." 

"I really don't see what the big deal with blue balls is. It's not that..." 

Amy's voice trailed off, because Katherine secretly waved at her frantically from across the table. Katherine certainly didn't want to dissuade Susan's current notions about the dangers of blue balls, and Alan didn't either.

Before Susan could go off with a big lecture, Amy quickly corrected herself, "Well, actually, now that I think about it, that does sound pretty bad! Gosh, all that cum bursting from his swollen balls - that's scary! Good thing we're all working so hard to keep Alan's thingy well drained. But Susan, what do you mean about not going naked? Should I just walk around in only my miniskirt? Is that what you mean? That would be a total bummer!"

Susan answered, "No, no, no. Not like that. The keys are flaunting your assets and variety. For instance, look at this kimono I'm wearing. This is a bit of a tough one, because look how caged my tits are." 

Susan grabbed her tits and lifted them up and to the side several times. "You see? There's no way for them to escape, unfortunately. But there's more potential down below." 

She traced her hands along a high cut in the cloth that went up past her hip. "You see this here? I can use this to my advantage. Look what happens when I bend over."

Susan got out of her chair and bent down until her face nearly reached the seat of her chair. Her ass hung high up above the rest of her body. 

"My ass is still thoroughly covered. But if I sway a little bit..." - she did so - "the cloth falls to the side and half my ass is exposed. And from where Alan is sitting, he can not only see one completely naked ass cheek, but he can see my shy kitty peeking out too. Can't you, Tiger?"

Alan spoke up from across the room. "As a matter of fact, I can. Not that I would be looking; that would be wrong." 

They all laughed.

Katherine added more advice. "So you see, Amy, how wearing some clothes can be sexier than just total nudity?" 

Amy nodded. 

Katherine explained to Amy, "Not only that, but there's something that isn't Mom's forte, as least not yet, and that's verbal innuendo. For instance, since Mom serves us dinner, it would be nice if, while she's bent over like that, she asks Alan, 'Tiger, would you like something to eat? Some of your mother's pie for dessert, perhaps?'"

Amy appeared confused by that, so Alan pointed out, "Some of these things are clichés. A pie or hair pie is another name for a hairy pussy. But hey, the funny thing is, clichés work every time. At least they do for me. Just like I could never get tired of this view Mom is still showing off."

Susan still wiggled her ass in Alan's direction, but now she stood up. "Now Amy, Alan may say that he'd want to stare at my ass forever, but variety is the spice of life. You have to keep doing new things. Don't stay in one position too long." 

She added as she spread her legs, "Remember that you always have lots of tough competition for his visual attention, in the form of Katherine, Suzanne, me, or whoever else is around. Since Alan is such a well-hung yet kind and loving stud, there will always be plenty of sexpots eager to guzzle down his seed. At home we're all friends, so that's not a problem. But at school you've got to stay one step ahead of all the big-titted babes to keep your official girlfriend position." 

Amy frowned with worry. 

Susan straightened up as she went on with growing enthusiasm and arousal, "Keep an eye on his package. His dong. His willie. I'm learning lots of new names and I love it! See how hard it is. Half the time it's out of his shorts anyway, and then you can really keep an eye, or even better, a hand, on it while you flaunt your body." 

She said saucily, "And another thing. I may not be good at double meanings, but one thing I've learned is that it's good to play the innocent. For instance, if I bend over like I was before" - she did it again - "it turns men on even more if they think the display is accidental."

Amy asked, "But how can we play innocent when Alan knows we're all a bunch of horny nymphos who are dying to get our hands or mouth on his thingy at all hours of day or night?"

"Good point. That is a problem. You have to be more creative. Like right now, we're pretty much pretending Alan isn't here. That can be sexy. It makes it seem as if he's a fly on a wall, like a guy peeking through a hole into a shower or something." 

Susan continued, "Actually, as an aside, that's a good idea. Angel, don't you think we should drill a hole into the wall so Alan can spy on us when we're showering?"

Katherine's eyes lit up. "Oooh. Excellent! Even if he didn't use it much, I know it would get me all hot and bothered every time I showered, just thinking that he might be watching. Unfortunately his room is across the hall from the bathroom."

"Hrm. Let's think about that. I'm sure we can come up with something. ... Where was I? Oh yes. Knowing that something isn't completely real doesn't take away the fun. For instance, if I dressed up as an innocent school girl and protested loudly while Alan took advantage of me, I bet that would turn him on."




Six Times a Day Pt. 26



"You know it would!" Alan agreed wholeheartedly. "This whole lesson is such a turn on. Not that I'm here in the first place." 

The others giggled at that.

Katherine chimed in, "We're lucky that Alan loves role playing. We all love role playing. So, really, the sky's the limit. You saw the fashion show. Dress up as a nun or, I dunno, an astronaut. Anything! The key is creativity. Don't get in a rut and do the same thing over and over. Be creative."

Amy nodded. "M'kay. This looks like fun, but it's also so tough. Why not just get totally naked and fuck? Wouldn't that be even more fun, and a lot easier?"

"Sometimes, yes," Susan conceded. "But Alan has a flair for drama. We all do here. It seems to run in the family. You have to compare the brute force method with creativity. Right now, all three of us could just drop to our knees, shuck off all our clothes, and beg that he fill us up with his sweet cum. That's the brute force method. It may be good once in a while, but as I said before and I'll say again, variety is the spice of life. To keep my Tiger erect and spewing cum twenty-four hours a day, it takes a big bag of tricks and techniques. Do you understand?" 

"Yeah, I think so." 

Meanwhile, Alan was so aroused that he was forced to zip open his fly and pull his hard-on out of his shorts. 

Susan continued explaining to Amy, "Remember what I was saying before, how an accidental display can be more fun. It's also fun to act like you're being forced to do something. Here. Let me demonstrate." 

After some fussing about, Susan managed to open her kimono so she was topless. She stood there and said, "Amy, you can see how showing my big tits off gets Alan excited. Look. His eyes are glued to my chest. That's good, and since you're a big-titted babe, you should take full advantage of that. But watch this."

Susan put on a tormented expression. "Oh no! What happened to my shirt? Where did it go? Here we are in the middle of a crowded and fancy restaurant and my shirt has ripped completely open and fallen to the floor! What'll I do? This is so embarrassing! Somebody help me! Doesn't someone have something I can wear? No?" 

She put her hands near her chest in a protective gesture, but in fact, purposely, her hands didn't cover up her tits in any way whatsoever. 

She wiggled her whole body as if in great agitation. "Look at how everyone is staring. Please, don't stare! It's not my fault. I was just wearing a sexy top, but when my nipples got hard, the straining fabric ripped open like tissue paper. Oh dear. Look. People are taking pictures! Tiger, please! Help your mother! Quick. Come here and cover my tits with your hands! They're all staring at your mommy's big tits!"

Alan was so inspired that he got up and put his hands on her tits. He didn't cover them up so much as tweak her nipples. His shorts were down his thighs and his erection bounced all over. 

He was a sucker for role plays and immediately got into the spirit of this one. He asked with grave concern, "But Mom, don't you think all the people in this restaurant will find it strange that a son is touching his mother's big tits?"

"Oh, you're right. Let's not let them think you're my son, then. Quick. Kiss me on the lips so people will think I'm your girlfriend." The two of them locked lips for a couple minutes while he continued to pull on her tits. Meanwhile, she slipped a hand around his exposed erection and began jerking on it.

When Alan broke away from the kissing, he looked around at the pretend audience in the pretend restaurant and commented with mock doubt, "I don't know, Mom. They're not buying it. They're still staring. They think you're my mother because you're older. Not to mention the fact that you mentioned that you're my mom a couple of times."

"Dear me." She pulled his shorts down further and let them fall to the floor. She announced in a loud voice to their imaginary crowd, "If I'm his mother, would I do this?" 

She jacked off his penis at a different angle so everyone could see instead of having it pressed up against her stomach and she used two hands on it instead of one. 

As both of her slicked up fists slid up and down his erection repeatedly, she exclaimed, "I'm just his girlfriend. One of many!" 

She squealed in delight at that thought, at the idea of being a member of what was essentially his growing harem. "He can have an older girlfriend, can't he? Would his own mother jack him off so eagerly? Or do I need to suck him off to convince you all?"

They could have kept going in this manner, but, in a sense, she was too successful. She bent down to take his shaft in her gaping mouth, but Alan had to stop her and pull away before she made him cum. He made clear nonverbally that he needed to take one of his strategic pauses, so their role play came to an end. 

Amy and Katherine clapped at Susan's expert performance. 

Susan took a prolonged bow, which she used as an excuse to flaunt her swaying tits even more. 

Susan finished with a few lessons for Amy. "See how effective that was? Note that the fantasy doesn't have to make complete sense. Of course something like that would have never happened in real life. But look at how much more aroused Alan is than he'd been just by flashing my tits. He literally couldn't help but come over here and explore my body after the way I enticed him. Not only that, but it got me so hot, too, that my whole body feels like it's burning up, even now. I imagine being naked in front of a crowd of people in a crowded restaurant, and my Tiger ravages me like a feral beast..." 

She closed her eyes and drifted off into a mental continuation of her fantasy. Her recently voiced concerns and her desire to see the psychologist completely escaped her mind, at least for the moment.

Amy was very impressed with all of this, but Katherine was secretly miffed at just how good her mother was getting at arousing Alan.

The teasing lessons continued through the rest of dinner and beyond. Katherine and Susan flaunted their body every way they knew how as they demonstrated more methods to Amy. 

It kept Alan so aroused that he found it hard to eat, even during the rare times when he wasn't being jacked off by one of the three women. He finally had to ask them to stop because his penis was getting sore from all the rubbing and he also worried that it could hurt if he climaxed. 

CHAPTER 4

The four of them continued to sit and relax at the dinner table, and the conversation eventually drifted to different topics. Things cooled down for a while. 

They ate chocolate chip cookies for dessert and Alan ran out of milk. Since Amy was already in the kitchen to get something else, he asked her, "Amy, could you get me another glass of milk?"

"M'kay!" Amy went to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk. She recalled Katherine's advice to be creative and came up with an idea.

She held the carton up high and said loudly, "Alan, I changed my mind. If you want the milk, you're going to have to come over here."

Everyone was surprised at that, not least of all, Alan. Lately, he was being treated like a king in all things at home, not just sexual things. No one ever asked him any more to do things like wash the dishes, vacuum, or clean the bathroom. He tried not to act spoiled and still help out as he'd done before, but it was hard not to give in to laziness, especially since he didn't seem to have even enough time to do his homework any more. Sexual fun took up nearly all his free time, especially in the last week or two.

So Amy's words were somewhat shocking. 

But Alan, the polite and good guy that he was, just said, "You're right. I shouldn't be so lazy." He again thought about his new resolution to be more humble. He stood up and walked to where she stood in the kitchen.

Amy, meanwhile, whipped her miniskirt off and was nude in seconds. Then she quickly took the milk carton, raised it over her head, and poured it down her chest. As Alan closed the distance to her, she turned her back to him and poured more of it over her shoulder and down her back side. She giggled and said, "Alan, if you want some milk, you'll have to lick it up yourself!"

Alan was impressed. "Now that's creativity, Amy! What a turn on." 

He chose to attack her back, since that was the first thing he could reach. He planted his tongue at the base of her back and licked at the rivulets that rolled down her supple, soft backside. 

Amy continued to pour more milk out of the carton, but slowly now, so it wouldn't run out any time soon.

Alan asked, "Aims, is your ass crack clean?" Alan had never called Amy "Aims" before, but he wanted a nickname now that she was officially his girlfriend. 

She took the name in stride and without comment, as if he'd always called her that. "Sure. I keep it clean all the time just in case you want to go in there."

"Good." Alan moved down to her ass and pussy and licked there. He paused to say, "I probably should say something witty about pussies and licking milk, but I'm too busy to think." He dove back in.

They soon ended up on the floor. Luckily the kitchen floor was tiled instead of carpeted, or Amy's idea wouldn't have been very practical. Much of the milk was now in puddles beneath them, but Amy was still soaked and coated in white.

Alan could have explored and tasted her whole body, but he concentrated on the back side leading to her pussy. He took the milk carton from Amy's hand and poured the milk directly onto her ass, then lapped it up as it flowed down into her ass crack and flooded her wet pussy. Amy was soaked in her own juices now, and the taste of her cum and the milk mingled together in Alan's mouth.

The sight was not lost on Katherine and Susan, who had been watching intently all the while. The two of them stood up and walked over to get a better view. They were terribly excited by it all, especially Susan. 

She thought, Damn that Amy! I should have thought of this. Oh, milk! Milk! Milk makes me so hot! I want Alan to lick MY milk. I want him to suck on my tits and drain my nipples! I want to be covered in milk. My very own breast milk. I want to pour it all over me, and bathe in it, and have Alan lick me everywhere! 

Oh God, Amy, stop. This is turning me on too much! I'm supposed to be refraining from this kind of thing! The psychologist! I have to refrain until I can see the psychologist. I want to get down on my knees and lick Amy dry, but that would be wrong. She's an innocent lamb. I can't, I can't do that. No! Wrong. Don't. No milk. Tits! Can't!

Susan's thoughts got shorter because she found it increasingly hard to think. Her heart pounded and her breath was ragged and short. Her breasts were wobbling free after her restaurant demonstration, and she attacked them so aggressively that it seemed as if she was raping her own chest. She managed to pull one up to her mouth and suck on it, and soon most of her attention focused on that as she imagined lactating into her own mouth.

Meanwhile, Katherine was thinking and fantasizing, too. Fuckin' A! That's sexy. I wish I had thought of this. She's going to be tough competition. Not just a pushover. But what a body. I was just "shaving" her pussy earlier this afternoon and now I don't know what I'm allowed to do. What'll Mom think if I get down and join Alan in the Amy milk bath? Mom was just saying we have to be restrained, but Amy certainly doesn't look restrained. 

I totally should take a spot on her back. Or better yet, flip her over and I'll get her tits while Alan works more directly on the cunt. Yes! No. Better: have Mom lick the cunt while I do the tits. I want to see Mom lick a cunt! But then where's Alan? Let Alan lie underneath Amy and fuck her cunt from behind, while Mom licks it from the front! And we'll pour more milk over her the whole time! Yes! Fuck yes! Lick it, Alan, lick it!

But neither Susan nor Katherine's fantasies happened, at least not exactly as they'd imagined them. 

Susan vaguely recalled her desire for restraint until the psychologist's appointment, and contented herself by merely licking her own nipple. 

Katherine didn't want to do anything more to upset her mother, so she also merely played with her own breasts.

Susan, however, eventually couldn't stand the sexy sight any longer. It drove her wild with lust. She felt trapped and on fire inside her clothes, even though her kimono was off her chest and hanging very loosely. She either had to join in or flee. 

She chose flight. As she stepped over Amy, she grabbed another carton of milk from the refrigerator and rushed out of the room, yelling, "Behave yourselves!" 

Her plan was to go to the upstairs bathtub and masturbate herself into oblivion while she poured milk all over herself and licked it off her own nipples. That's exactly what she did.

CHAPTER 5 

Katherine was delighted that Susan left, because that at least meant she could partially fulfill her daydream fantasy and join in. She bent down on her knee and tapped Alan on the shoulder. "Brother? Big Marble Column Brother? Wouldn't it be better if we turn her over?"

He stopped licking and looked up. Katherine was surprised to see his face soaked with milk. His T-shirt was soaked, too, as he'd forgotten to take it off. "What? Oh yeah. Turn over, Aims."

"Yes, sir!" She turned over and spread her legs nice and wide. Katherine grabbed the last milk carton out of the refrigerator so they'd have more to pour on her.

Alan spoke to his sister as he took his T-shirt off. "You know what's funny? I'm new to this whole pussy munching thing. I thought it was too gross and haven't done it much. But thanks to chasing the milk down her crack, I found myself licking her pussy lips." 

He considered mentioning how his cunnilingus skills had improved with Glory, but decided mentioning her name in this context would only spur jealousies. 

So he said vaguely, "Only in the last day or so have I been really able to check out pussy licking and get fully into it. And you know what? It's not bad. Not bad at all. Maybe it's just that milk is my favorite drink, but I could get used to this. Sis, after all your blowjobs I'm sorry to have neglected you this way. You should have insisted, and had me licking your pussy, like, weeks ago!" 

He bent down and resumed his licking. Amy moaned quite loudly.

Katherine was light-headed with lust as she imagined her brother eating her out. "We'll have to make up for that, big time, Brother!"

"Agreed, Light Vice-tight Sister. But first I want more milk. Aims, where would you like me to lick?"

"My boobies. Can you lick my boobs?"

Katherine answered, "Wait. Please let me do that? But Amy, save most of the milk. Because then we're going to pour some on me. And then, wait! Even better! We're going to pour some on Big Guitar Case Brother, and find out how it feels to share a milk-flavored penis."

Amy's eyes lit up. "Cool! That's the super amazingest idea ever! Alan, I'm getting all tingly. Oh no. Oh! Oh! Oh! God!" Her legs flew about wildly as Alan's tongue drove her into a powerful climax. She let out a high-pitched squeal.

Sure enough, once Amy recovered from her orgasm, Amy and Katherine did double up on Alan's milk-drenched dick. It didn't stay milk-drenched for long, thanks to all their furious licking.

Katherine naturally took the lead. After they'd licked for about a minute and butted heads once too often, she said, "Okay, Amy, since you and I will doubtless be sharing Alan's cock a lot in the future, let's get organized about it. As his sister and his favorite fuck toy, let me take charge. You follow my lead and try to stay out of my way."

"Awww. I wanna be Alan's favorite fuck toy," Amy said with a pout. "Alan, when are you going to fuck me?"

Katherine snapped, "Hey! Keep licking. Don't push Alan like that. Since I'm the more experienced and talented cocksucker, give me top area. And stop being so pushy and try to learn something!" 

They both resumed licking while Alan remained silent, aside from the occasional satisfied groan. 

Amy obediently followed Katherine's lead, so there was no more jostling. However, she was frowning when she didn't have her mouth open, which was a very rare event for her. 

For Alan's pleasure and her own, Katherine pressed one of her tits into one of Amy's. Soon the two of them had their racks rubbing into each other in the most delightful ways. 

After a couple minutes of tit play with each other, Amy and Katherine seemed to be on better terms with each other. Katherine said, "Amy, remember that we are pussies. Both a pussy cat licking up milk, or cum cream, and just a plain pussy. A cunt. We are Alan's cunts. Since you have his damned girlfriend title, you have to get better at cocksucking. Remember what Susan said about keeping his cock hard and well drained. That's your main job now." 

Amy didn't like Katherine complaining about her "damned girlfriend title" or her cocksucking skills, but she just said "M'kay." She didn't want to make a scene because for one, she knew Katherine was right that her own blowjob skills could use improvement (mostly due to her inexperience) and two, she could easily understand Katherine's resentment that she got the girlfriend title and Katherine didn't. 

Katherine grabbed the base of Alan's penis and squeezed it. She scraped her fingernails across his scrotum, which caused him to involuntarily groan quite loudly. "That's right. Let's meow for Alan, like good and obedient little pussies."

They said in unison, "Meow, meow, meow." Then they giggled and returned to licking and sucking.

Alan placed a hand on Katherine's head and petted her as if she was a kitten. She mewled with pleasure, encouraging him to keep at it. 

Katherine lectured Amy condescendingly, "You see, Amy? The more you pleasure Alan, the more he'll give pleasure in return. That's just his way; he's not a selfish lover." 

Amy rolled her eyes when Katherine was too busy cocksucking to see Amy's face. She wanted to talk back to Katherine, but thought that getting the girlfriend title was the important thing in the long run and she'd just let the sour grapes pass. 

She smiled and began sucking and licking Alan's balls. "Mmmm! Mmmm hmm." Without stopping her scrotum fixation, Amy managed to bring her tits up to Alan's penis so she could rub her erect nipples along its length. 

Alan moaned in delight. Soon Katherine and Amy periodically added that move to their repertoire. The dual blowjob sometimes seemed more like a dual titfuck. 

The sex was heating up with each passing moment, but so was the largely unstated competition and jealousy between Katherine and Amy. The two girls found themselves jostling and jockeying for position in a more blatant manner. Each of them wanted to have Alan sink his stiff rod deep into their cleavage, but he could only do that to one woman at a time. 

Their sexy rubbing of breasts into each other became more of a pushing match. 

Katherine was the more aggressive and finally managed to push Amy away. With a victorious sneer, she took complete control of Alan's slicked up penis and between sliding his fat shaft between her breasts. 

She said triumphantly, "Amy, you can't just coast on the fact that you have such big boobs. Watch and learn how a real titfuck is done." 

Amy finally couldn't take it any more. Even though all three of them were on the brink of climaxes, an argument had begun. "Katherine, you're not being very nice! I understand you're upset at not being picked as his official girlfriend, but-" 

"Ha! Like I care about that!" But her face clearly showed that she very much cared that her brother hadn't picked her. 

Alan was so busy struggling to flex his PC muscle that and stave off the impending climax that he wasn't paying enough attention to dampening down the growing conflict between Amy and Katherine. But he finally said, "You two! Be nice! We talk later! Share cock!" He spoke in caveman-like sentence fragments because his breath was so ragged. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 26



Katherine reluctantly removed her brother's dick from her cleavage. But now neither she nor Amy were that keen to touch it for fear of creating more conflict. 

Alan still struggled mightily with all his control to stave off an orgasm. He held up remarkably well, considering all the varied sensations that constantly surprised his penis. He was still worried that his penis had been stimulated too much recently and it could hurt if he came again. But in the back of his mind he realized that it would be good for him to blow his wad so he could resolve the issues between the two girls. He simply decided not to fight the urge to cum and immediately he felt his balls tighten up. 

As he reached the point of no return, he gasped, "I'm about to cum. I want to see the cum on both of your faces. Here it goes!"

So the girls closed their eyes and mouths and pressed their cheeks together. Whatever animosity they had was subsumed for the moment by their mutual love of Alan's cum. 

Alan held his penis while it spewed a steady stream of semen. He aimed it first at Katherine, then at Amy, then back and forth until all the ropes had been shot. 

When he was done, he fell back and just breathed for a while. He closed his eyes for a minute or two while he rested. When he opened them up again, he saw the girls still sitting over him with copious amounts of cum dripping off of their faces. But they weren't doing anything about it; they both waited for instruction from him. 

Alan sat up. "Okay, Sis. What's going on? You're acting bitchy and it's not like you at all." 

"I'm sorry, Brother," she said with genuine contrition. I can't pretend this thing about Amy being chosen over me doesn't bother me. You know I have self confidence issues, and the fact that Amy is so beautiful and busty-" 

Alan interrupted her. "Sis, you know that I love you, don't you? You're so much more than just a sister to me, even before all this sexual stuff started to happen. You're my best friend, too. Amy's great fun, and yes, I love her too. But that doesn't take away any of the love I have for you. It's like, just 'cos I love Mom, that means I can't love you or something? Of course not! Amy and you are like best friends too, and getting closer all the time. Don't let this come between you. Let's just love each other as much as people can possibly be in love." 

"M'kay!" Amy said with great enthusiasm. She'd broken into a giant smile since Alan said, "Amy's great fun, and yes, I love her too." Katherine's annoying behavior seemed trivial in comparison. 

Katherine smiled too, tough a bit more grudgingly. She couldn't help but feel a lot better after hearing Alan say that he loved her so much. 

She turned to Amy. "I'm sorry. Please, just give me time to work through this. I'm sorry if I criticized your cocksucking or anything else." 

Amy nodded in understanding. 

Katherine added more brightly, "Let's work together to be the best cocksucking team there is! We can trade tips and teach each other stuff and even practice together. I promise I'll try not to be judgmental." 

Amy smiled from ear to ear. "M'kay! That sounds more like the Katherine that I know and love." 

Katherine's happiness grew even greater when she heard Amy say that she loved her. Surprisingly, it was something they'd never said to each other before. She made sure her feelings were clear as well. "Amy, I love you too. How can anybody stay mad or jealous at you? You're just too good a person." 

Alan was very pleased, and seized on the moment. "Now, I want there to be peace between the two of you. No fighting. I want you to kiss and make up any bad feelings by licking the cum off of each other's faces."

Katherine looked up at him and smiled. "Good idea, Big Polish Sausage Brother. Amy, you know how a dog marks his territory by going around and peeing on posts?"

"Yeah?"

"Alan just did that to us. He's marking our faces with his cum. That tells everyone that we're his. Totally. I wish I could go to school just like this, with my brother's cum dripping down my face."

Amy protested, "But I'm already totally his! I'm his eager pussy!"

"Sure, I know. But now you're his even more. In the spirit of cooperation and sharing, let me tell you a little secret. Make sure you always lick Alan's penis clean after he's given you a cum load. Some women find that kind of thing demeaning, but it's a fun job because the last drops of his cum are the sweetest. So always give him one final suck." She gave a happy wink to a smiling Amy.

Katherine went ahead and gave Alan's penis a good tongue bath (while trying her best not to lose any of the cum droplets that clung to her face). 

Amy desperately wished she was the one who got those last drops. She sighed sadly as she watched Katherine do it. But at the same time her heart was soaring that she had reached a new level of intimacy and understanding with her closest female friend. 

Once Katherine was done with that, she put her face close to Amy's and the two of them got to work licking and kissing the cum off of each other's faces. 

Alan slightly regretted his mutual cum licking idea, because the sight got him tremendously aroused and he didn't want to cum again so soon. He'd managed a particularly big load, and their faces simply dripped with his jism. He thought, This is amazing. All of this talk about finding new way to keep me constantly hard isn't just talk. They're really doing it! 

Amy and Katherine went on and on licking each other's faces for many minutes. They were very tender and loving with each other. At times, Katherine almost looked like she was going to cry, though it wasn't clear if they would be tears of sadness or joy, or both. 

Eventually, Alan's penis responded to the sexy sight. But his penis also hurt from too much recent stimulation - he was partially right with his guess that cumming again so soon wasn't a wise thing to do. He knew that if he had to pee it would be excruciating. 

He pushed his erection between his legs so the two girls couldn't see it and inspire him to further naughtiness that he would enjoy greatly at the time but later physically regret. 

Katherine then said, "Amy, again, I'm sorry. It's just that sometimes I can't control my feelings." 

Amy said consolingly, "I can relate. I get jealous too. I mean, who doesn't get jealous at Susan and her special Tuesdays? Not to mention her super big boobies and perfect body." 

"I know!" Katherine agreed, giggled. "She gets so much cum. It's not fair." 

Amy continued, "But Katherine, I really do love you. Let's help each other not be jealous, m'kay? If we're all catty, then we're not being the best sex toys for Alan that we can possibly be." 

Katherine's eyes went wide in understanding. Then she said gaily, "Agreed! I almost ruined brother's climax with my whining, and I'll be damned sure THAT's not going to happen again! If we're acting catty, we have to make sure it involves milk!" 

That led to more giggling and kissing between the two girls while Alan just watched and listened. 

It was hard to say which of the three of them felt greater pleasure, because all of them were in high heaven by the time it was over. They lay on top of each other, heedless of the now large puddles of milk everywhere. 

There were a lot of jokes about Alan's cream and much discussion about how fun it was to play with food. They brainstormed other foods to try out, but they were too exhausted to immediately act on any of the ideas. They were a complete mess.

As Alan lay there on the cold and wet kitchen floor, he thought about Katherine's recent behavior. Sis is such a total nympho. She's so intense in her feelings about me. And then the way she was going off on Amy... I'm not pleased. To most families, those comments would seem like nothing. But our family gets along so well that, by our standards, that was a major blow up. 

Luckily, Amy's so cool about stuff; she knew what NOT to say. And she's smart, too. Like her comment, "not being the best sex toys for Alan that we can possibly be." It sounds like some innocuous throw away line, but she cut right to the heart of things by suggesting that Katherine has to do better to be the 'number one fuck toy' that she claims to be. 

I'm so glad that Amy's turning out to be a lot more clever than I ever realized. Now I'm seeing that she was that way all along but she's so subtle about it, like that particular comment. 

Sis takes this "favorite fuck toy" title so seriously. I don't understand it. I didn't know she had that side of her personality, but I guess sex brings out weird tendencies and fetishes in people. It seems to go beyond fantasizing and into a serious lifestyle for her. As far as I can tell, she literally likes to think of herself as a fuck toy. MY fuck toy. I really ought to tell her to stop, but I gotta admit it's a huge turn on. 

And naturally Amy is completely amiable and amenable to her suggestions. Of course I don't want either of them to be a "mindless cunt," but damn, it's fun to hear that, especially when both of them are gobbling up your penis at the same time. Wow!

But what could explain her thinking? What could cause her... Wait. I know what this reminds me of: harem scenes in old movies. You always get those scantily clad women in the "I Dream of Jeanie" type costumes fighting over access to the sultan. Even if they're captured slaves, they get seriously into it, trying to out do each other. 

That seems to be what's slowly becoming of the women I'm with. The catty fighting and the trying to be the best possible slave - that's just like some Arabian Nights movie. I guess that's human nature; to be the best. What I don't understand is how did my own sister's main goal become simply sexually pleasing me? I mean, I'm just her brother, but the way she and Mom talk, you'd think I shit gold bricks. 

But what's weird is that Katherine is sometimes jealous of Amy, and sometimes helping her, like she was with this dual blowjob, the way they were going back and forth between cooperation and competition. I just hope Katherine can keep this jealousy in check because I think Amy really relies on Sis in so many ways. Amy is so trusting and kind; it would be so easy for Katherine to break her heart with cruelty. 

I really should fuck Amy soon. I want her first time to be special, though - maybe tomorrow night. And then I'll be fucking both of them. That should help keep everyone happy, if they're getting frequently fucked. I can just picture fucking these two over and over in a joyous ménage a trois. I guess there's both cooperation and competition and alliances in a harem, so maybe these kinds of problems are normal. 

But do I really literally have a harem? I'm just a fucking totally normal teenager leading a totally normal life in Orange County! Or at least I was! I'm here in a completely typical kitchen in an absolutely normal, if a bit well-to-do, house. Utter suburbia. No problem. Yet I'm pretty much resting in a puddle of milk with two gorgeous and naked teenaged goddesses who are acting like catty cats. Fuck!

"What are you thinking?" 

Alan shook free of his thoughts. He realized that he was still on the floor and that Katherine was asking him a question.

"Oh, nothing," he answered. But he thought to himself, I have to talk to her about this sometime soon, when we're alone. This is just too freaky. I mean, I still want my sister to be my sister. 

Amy was doing nothing more than laying there next to him.

But Katherine had more energy. "Look, Brother. Your sister is a pussy cat. Meow! Meow!" She sat up like a cat doing pet tricks and wagged her tongue at him. "Hey, Big Flagpole Brother, can you feed your pussy a saucer full of your cream?"

All Alan could think was, Jesus Fucking Christ. I think my brain just blew a fuse. My sister is a naked cat. This is too much! I thought things were freaky before! My mom is a cow; my sister is a cat. Amy is a bottle of milk. So what does that make Suzanne? Suzanne is just fucking sexy, that's what she is. Hell, they all are. Together, they've going to slowly kill me with too much love. 

Meanwhile, Susan lay in the bathtub upstairs. Just as the milk inspired a pussy cat fantasy for Katherine, it was further inspiration for Susan's favorite animal metaphor as well. She stayed in the bathtub for quite a while. When the milk ran out, she filled the tub with hot water and lay there, still fantasizing about Alan and milk. 

Her desire to lactate for him was greater than ever before. I'm a fuck cow! A milk cow for my son. Cow sounds funny, but it's so appropriate, because all a cow does is sit around and go "moo" while the owner takes care of everything and plays with her private parts. Alan is my owner and he takes care of all my needs. He fills my mouth with hard, hot cock every day! Squeeze my breasts, Tiger! Squeeze my tits until the milk comes gushing out. That's my udder. Milk my udder while I milk you! Fuck yes! Good Lord God! Fuck! 

The water sloshed out of the tub as she writhed around on her way to another orgasm.

If Alan could have known her thoughts, his brain might have simply blown off his head from sheer amazement at the weird, sexual world he now inhabited.

CHAPTER 6

Alan, Amy, and Katherine cleaned up the kitchen floor of the milky mess they'd made. Once that job was done, Amy returned home to cook dinner for Brad and Eric, since Suzanne wasn't around. That left Alan and Katherine alone. 

Alan was very gratified about that, because he needed to talk to her about some things. He sat down on a stool by the kitchen counter and asked, "Can we talk, Sis? Something serious?"

"We could, but couldn't we take showers first? I'm still all naked and sticky. You are too."

"Let's talk now. If we shower now, who knows who else will be around by the time we're done and I just want this to be between me and you."

"Okay." She sat on the stool next to his. "What's up?"

"Sister, I gotta say, I love how much you love helping me. These weeks have been beyond fantastic. But this whole pussy cat thing - it's weird. Mom, at the same time, is going on about how she's a sex cow. And you're getting, like, sooooo into the 'favorite fuck toy' concept. Is this all just playing around or are you seriously getting into some weird stuff?"

She responded, "You know how you're so into role plays? Like at the fashion show? It's like that. Maybe a flair for the dramatic and fantastical runs in the family, like Mom said. It's just some harmless fun." She was trying to tone down her "fuck toy" role since she saw that it bothered him.

"But come on, Sis, it's more, isn't it? You already told me it's more. It's like you love being a sexual plaything."

"Okay, maybe. Maybe a bit. ... All right, maybe more than just a bit. But what's wrong with that? I'm having a blast. This is sooooooo, so, so much FUN!" 

She threw her arms up in the air to punctuate her enthusiasm. "I'm walking on air every day. Being with you makes me feel so good. I'll do anything to make you happy in return. I'll be your slave gladly."

Alan replied carefully, "Well, that's cool that you're so happy. I'm happy too, lately. Deliriously happy. But I don't need you as a slave. I need you as a sister. I love you the way you've always been. You don't have to be a pussy crawling around naked on all fours drenched in milk for me to love you. I mean, this is weird. I'm in bizarro world here and I don't understand what's going on any more."

"Big Telephone Pole Bro, let me tell you what's going on. We're having a sexual free-for-all. It's like sex, sex, sex, twenty-four seven. And I'm discovering just what things really get my motor running. I practically cream in my pants when I think of being your fuck toy. That phrase just came to me spontaneously the first time we fucked and it felt so right. I love it. I think about it all the time. 'Fuck toy'. Everything since just makes me feel that way even more. Maybe it's the fact that I was so repressed my whole life, so when the sex came out, it came out big time and I'm going overboard a bit. That could be what's happening to Mom, too."

"I think so. Yeah, actually I know so. Good point."

"But I'm still your same cute, younger sister that I've always been. I haven't been possessed by pod creatures from another planet or something. But now there's this new side, too, and it's a side that loves to please you more than anything. Don't think of it as a purely selfless thing, because when I please you I get sooooo much pleasure in return." 

She paused. "On second thought, it IS a selfish thing. Think about it. On average, for every orgasm you have, I have at least three. Easy. Probably more. And not just any old orgasm. These are Earth-shattering, brain-splitting orgasms. Is it any wonder that all the women are falling all over you, when you can please them like that?

Alan modestly remained silent. 

"Sexually, I think it's mostly your stamina. Whenever you do something, you just do it for soooo fucking long. Us girls at school talk with each other, so I know what other guys are like, plus Suzanne has shared with me some of her considerable sexual knowledge. I know that most guys do a quick missionary position - bang, bang, bang - and then it's over. Did you know that in Brazil the average sex act lasts forty-five minutes, but in the U.S. it's five? That's a serious fact. Five minutes!" 

She rolled her eyes derisively. "At our lame-ass high school, a girl is lucky to get five. There's no time to even have one climax. The guys don't care if you do or don't anyway, as long as they get theirs. But with you, after half an hour of solid fucking, you're just getting warmed up! Hell, even blowjobs are so awesome, especially lately. It's like you're an octopus, roaming all over me and pushing all my buttons. I always cum whenever I suck you off. It's ALL so exciting! I'm totally in love with you and I don't care if you are my brother."

Alan replied, "Of course I love you too, but am I really all that? Come on. That's a bit of an exaggeration."

"No it's not. The other day you fucked me solid, really hard, for an hour, and that was no particularly big deal for you. I died and went to heaven so many times. I don't even know how many times, 'cos all the pleasure is just one big wonderful blur."

His natural modesty kicked in. "Don't say that, because I feel myself becoming an insufferable, egotistical jerk even as we speak. I'm just an ordinary guy. I don't want to be some notorious lover; I just wanna be me. I don't understand why all these picture-perfect, centerfold-type women, including you, are all over me."

"If it makes you feel better, Bro, maybe you'd be more ordinary down in Brazil. Or other places where people love sex, love doing it, and spend years getting real good at it. Here, in this repressed country, even here in Southern California, people are ashamed about it and just kind of stumble into it. There's no training. People just muddle about. But you, you've been trained. Mostly by Suzanne, I assume. How many teenagers have all that teenager energy combined with the lessons learned from a very experienced older woman? But there's also that PC muscle trick. God, you're awesome with that. The way you pause, and then go again, pause then go again. And again! I know you're not some giant twelve-inch long penis guy or something, despite the way Mom goes on about you sometimes. You're just really, really good through lots of practice."

He laughed. "Yeah. Lots and lots and lots of practice. Maybe too much practice. We need some balance in our lives."

"NoooOOOOoooo! Don't say that! I love you, Brother. I don't ever want it to stop. I just want to do more, more, more, more, more, more, more! And then there's what both of us can do with Mom and Suzanne and Amy and the other cheerleaders. I'm a total sex junkie! And it's all thanks to you! I just want to be your fuck toy and have you take me along on all your sexual adventures. Like this milk thing with Amy. Was that hot or what? I'm getting all horny right now just thinking about it. I loooooove being a pussy for you. Both kinds. Don't be a party pooper. Don't make it stop."




Six Times a Day Pt. 26



"Whoa. How did things come to this? Man!" Alan's brain reeled. He put his hand over his mouth and stared off into the distance in deep thought.

Finally, he said, "You know what? I don't want it to stop either. I guess I'm a sex junkie too. I just want more and more, too. I'd be lying to say anything else. This is a once in a lifetime, one in a million opportunity to love so many beautiful and wonderfully caring women. But we need to maintain contact with reality at least a little. Like school. Are we just going to fuck our way right out of school, and drop out so close to graduating? Or what about getting into a good college?"

But she replied, "Don't worry about studying. That's why we'll be doing more of the stealth stroking help. We're going to stroke you right into the Ivy League."

"I'll believe it when I see it. I think I'm going to be stroked right into disaster, though I'll be loving it all the way down. Not to mention the growing chances of getting caught. One day Brad or Eric or someone else is going to wander over here. We have all those windows in the back, and if anyone takes a look inside, they'll be able to see everything. All hell is going to break loose. It could all come down at any moment. And what about social life? We have to have something of a normal social life."

She countered, "But why? All my favorite people, everyone I really love, I also love sexually. Amy was my best friend in school already, then there's you and Mom and Suzanne. Everyone else can go hang as far as I'm concerned. In fact, all this sex is even making me new friends, like Kim. We're really close now."

"Well, that's good for you. And I'm on the same page with all the people you just said, but I had other friends before. Mostly guys. I'm not exactly planning on fucking them as a new way to say hello. Those friends are slipping away. My grades are falling apart. And the sex is out of this world, but there are just too many women. I can't handle it! I feel like I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown. So please don't weird me out too much. If things get too much for me, then I'm gonna literally say the word 'uncle,' and then I hope you can cool things down and set things straight. A big time out, you know what I mean?"

"I do. 'Uncle' is the word. I can only imagine how intense this all must be to be you. That's one reason why we're all so grateful for everything you do to us."

"Okay, but you don't have to be THAT grateful, all right? Everything in moderation, okay?"

"Okay. We'll do just what you want. Whatever you say goes, Big Oil Derrick Brother." She winked. "You know, those oil derricks going up and down in a piston motion twenty-four hours a day, pounding a hole, and just pounding it over and over and over?"

He rolled his eyes but grinned at the same time. "I know. You don't have to spell it out."

"But it's so much fun to. Sex is fun and natural. There's no need to freak out. Let's just go with it and enjoy it." She gave him a big hug and a kiss. 

He felt a lot better, though he wasn't sure how much of it was the sensation of her ample tits enveloping his chest and her hard nipples pressing into him, and how much of it was the sensitivity and caring she'd just shown that made him feel good.  

"I'm gonna go take a shower. See you in a bit." He paused and then added, "Little Iron-fisted Pussy Muscle Sister." He winked.

"THAT'S the brother I love!" She gave him another longer hug and a deeper, more passionate kiss. 

Before he finally pulled away to have his shower, she made sure to blatantly nudge his penis with her pussy lips, which coated his penis head with a small bit of her pussy juice. 

As soon as he noticed the contact, he broke the embrace in order to avoid further temptation. It was another small victory in her subtle campaign to get him to break his ban on fucking her at home.

But as he walked away, she said, "Wait!"

He turned around and saw that she had struck a sexy pose. She cooed, "Was I mistaken or did you just call me a 'picture-perfect, centerfold-type?' Because I'm modest too, and I think you're totally wrong."

She very purposefully stretched and preened her naked body just like she thought a centerfold would. She smiled gleefully. She reveled in the irony, because she proudly showed off her body without any modesty at all.

Alan walked back to her and grabbed her by the waist. He put his face close to hers and rubbed his nose against hers playfully. Then he pulled back. "You are. Big time centerfold material, that is."

She smiled widely, and asked teasingly, "How do I know you're sincere and not just saying that to make me want to do nasty things?" She grabbed his penis and looked down in surprise. "Oooh! Look at this! Maybe you are being honest after all." She started to rub his insistently erect shaft.

Alan groaned from the pleasure and recalled how bad his penis had hurt fifteen minutes earlier. "Oh man, Sister, we really shouldn't... Okay. Uncle."

"Uncle? Damn." She reluctantly pulled her hands away. "See? I'm a good girl. We can do this. But are you sure you wanna stop?" As she asked him the question, she seductively ran her finger along her wet slit and stuck her tongue out to lick the finger clean. "Mom's upstairs and lost in her own world. Probably masturbating again, thinking about you like always. If we're quiet..." 

Alan wavered, sorely tempted. "No, I don't want to stop. I never want to stop. But we SHOULD stop. There's a difference. Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do." 

He started to walk away, but Katherine smiled, knowing that she'd weakened his willpower on the no sex at home ban a little more.

Again, before he left the room, she shouted out, "Wait!"

He turned around. "What now?" 

"One last thing. Don't have this kind of conversation with Mom, okay? Don't ask her about going too far with her cow fetish or anything else." All traces of her seductiveness disappeared, despite her nakedness, and she seemed deadly serious. 

"Why not? I was gonna do just that."

"Because she's going through her own issues right now. No need to worry her with anything more, until she gets what she needs from the psychologist."

"Okay. Fair enough. That's a good point. Love you, Sis." He blew a gallant kiss, bowed, and walked off.

CHAPTER 7

Suzanne came back from L.A. after dinner. She went over to the Plummer household to read the mood of Susan, talk to her about some things, and also because there was another card game with Brenda planned for later. She walked in just minutes after Alan left his sister in the kitchen. He was in the middle of taking a shower, while Katherine was still cleaning up.

Suzanne succeeded in hiding the fact that she'd been out of town at all, which wasn't that hard to do given that no one was prying about her whereabouts. She told Katherine that Brenda would be over before long.

Then Suzanne went upstairs to look for Susan, who was still luxuriating in the steamy tub. 

Susan was in the middle of a great daydream. At first, she was commiserating over the fact that Alan had chosen Amy as his official girlfriend. She thought despite all the odds against it, Why couldn't he pick ME?! Okay, admittedly, I'm a bit older. And I'm his mother. That's a bit of a problem. She briefly giggled to herself at what an understatement that was. 

But what if? What if?! What if nobody at his school knew me or especially about my relationship to him? 

Imagine if I just strolled onto the high school grounds one day and was introduced as a new transfer student. Everyone says I look so much younger than my age and I even still get carded at restaurants, so I could pull off being a rather mature looking high school senior. Suzanne couldn't do it, but I could. 

Since I'm so buxom, Tiger would probably end up banging me by the end of the first day even if he didn't already secretly know that I was his naughty mother. His "porn mom," heh-heh. He'd just bang me because I'm hot and Tiger has his way with hot babes! In fact, by now it's probably institutionalized school policy that if there's a new cutie with double D's or E cups or the like, they make special arrangements so he can bang her like a cheap screen door in a hurricane.

I can see it now. I'd be wearing the kind of "dress to kill" tiny outfit that slutty tramps like Heather wear to school these days. The kind of outfit that schoolgirls wear when they want to say, "Alan, throw me to the ground and drill me right here and now!" 

In any case, some matronly and frumpy school official would hand me a class schedule. I'd look it over and ask, "What does this mean, third period, 'Orientation'? What kind of class is that?" 

The old crone would cackle and say, "Oh, that's a very special class brought about by... Oh, you could say it's thanks to a special endowment." 

"An endowment?" I'd ask cluelessly. 

"Oh yes. A very big and thick endowment. In fact, that's the endowment class all around because only the most endowed females can attend. It's a very TIT-illating class, heh-heh! It's strict school policy that new students who look like you need a whole lot of extra 'orientation.'" 

Naturally, I'd be puzzled and say, "I don't understand what you mean. And what does that mean, exactly, 'orientation'?" 

She'd cackle some more and say, "You'll find out soon enough. Alan - he's one of the students but he runs that class - Alan will 'orient' you good, don't worry. In fact, you'll find out that to be properly oriented, you have to lie down and spread your legs. Then Alan will 'fill you in' with so much 'orientation' that you'll need two towels to clean up whatever comes dribbling out." 

Since I'm so clueless about innuendo all her comments would go right over my head. But it wouldn't matter what I understood or thought at all. If you've got the jugs and you go to Alan's school, you get fucked! 

So then I'd go to a special room the school had set up in recognition of Alan's studliness and great sperm-draining needs. He'd be surprised to see me there and he'd have to pretend not to know me, but he'd give me a very thorough 'orientation' just the same! Heh-heh-heh! He'd rip off my flimsy clothes, toss me on a couch, and screw me into oblivion for the whole school hour while the rest of his hand-selected babes in the class are forced to just watch and masturbate! 

But that would be just the start. I'd be able to help him wherever he goes. At home, I'd still be his same "porn mom." Tiger can't fuck me there, 'cos motherfucking your very own mommy is just too naughty. But I could live with that because at school I'd be Susan, the surprisingly stacked transfer student. Susan, the surprisingly well-FUCKED transfer student! Heh! Since I wouldn't have all the same classes as him, I'd let Amy and the others jack and suck him off in class or in the halls from time to time. After all, it's his right and his prerogative to get a little variety. 

But most of the time I'd be there by his side. Everyone would just accept the fact that I'd always have my hands inside his shorts as one of those quirky things. All his friends would just roll their eyes when I'd spend yet another lunch in the cafeteria with my head in his lap. Or better yet, sitting in his lap, lightly bouncing up and down on his 'special endowment,' heh-heh! And then, of course, I'd have my Orientation class with him every day. Or maybe they should call it the Astronomy class, 'cos I'd end up seeing stars every single time! Heh! Hoo-wee! This is fun! 

Susan was busy fingering her pussy under water. Yet despite her growing arousal, she also built up some righteous indignation. Sadly, that's just a fantasy because people don't understand! If only they knew about Tiger's critical needs. Sex isn't just fun and games for him, it's a vital medical procedure! It's not just He NEEDS female holes to stuff his- 

Just then, Susan was interrupted in her reverie as Suzanne came in the bathroom. Normally, the two mothers were so familiar with each other and each other's nakedness by now that Suzanne didn't even bother to knock. But Susan was so lost in her erotic dream world that Suzanne had to knock on the side of the bathtub just to get her attention.

Susan didn't protest that she was naked, though some lingering sense of modesty caused her to partially cover up her rack with one ineffectual hand.

"Oh, poo. It's you." She reluctantly quit fingering herself. 

"Boy, thanks for making me feel welcome," Suzanne said with surprise at Susan's unusually bad manners. 

"No, sorry. I don't mean that. It's just that I was having such a lovely daydream. What's up?" 

Suzanne began talking while Susan remained lying in the water like a limp noodle.

They discussed some of the logistics of the psychologist visit, what Susan might say to Xania, and the like. That took nearly half an hour. 

Near the end of it, Suzanne suggested, "You know, with everything in flux regarding the psychologist and all, maybe it would be better for the time being if I take care of Alan's needs more."

"Perhaps," Susan said grudgingly. "However, I'm sure you'd agree that his needs are greater than any one woman can satisfy, don't you think? To be on the safe side, I think it takes the four of us: you, me, Amy, and Katherine, at a bare minimum. I mean, there's just so much stroking and sucking and teasing that needs to be done."

Suzanne could have pointed out how Susan did fine handling Alan all by herself every Tuesday, but she figured that to get between Susan and her semen fix was about as unwise as to get between a mother grizzly bear and her cub. 

She also still didn't much care for the idea of her daughter to be so actively involved with Alan, despite the fact that she knew him to be a very honorable and good person. She didn't want another major competitor for his attentions and didn't want to see her "Honey Pie" daughter grow up so fast. But in her heart of hearts she knew there was no stopping Alan and Amy being together and realized it was probably for the best in the long run. 

So, after pondering the Amy situation, Suzanne merely nodded, and said, "You wouldn't mind at least if I take care of the rest of his needs this evening? You seem so exhausted."

Susan was very grudging, but couldn't think of any rational reason to refute the suggestion. "No, I suppose that's okay. I guess I need a break and some time alone to think."

"Get your rest now, because you're not going to have that much of a break. Brenda will be here in about half an hour. Another card game, you know."

"Oh dear. I'd better get ready. Is it that time of the week already? Time flies when you're sucking cock." She grinned and stretched her body in the water to get more comfortable. 

Suzanne grinned too, happy that Susan was loosening up and enjoying herself more each day. She thought, Now if we can just get Xania to play the psychologist role and quell her last doubts, we'll be home free. Susan will be a totally uninhibited sex maniac. We're sooooo close.

CHAPTER 8 

Suzanne had come into the house dressed conservatively, but she now put on something sexy and went to look for Alan. She'd consciously tried not to think about him all day long, just to calm her overheated mind. Thinking about all the details of the psychologist visit had been a good diversion, but on the long ride home from L.A. she could think of little else but fucking her lover for the first time. 

As she walked to his room, she found herself shaking with excitement. She crossed her fingers behind her back and hoped that the time was finally right for them to fuck. But when she found him there, lying on his bed doing nothing, she was surprised to see him laugh in response to her appearance.

"What's so funny?" she asked, slightly hurt.

"Sorry, it's just that you should see my sister. She was just in here a couple of minutes ago, wondering if my penis needed any assistance." He yelled out, "Hey Katherine, can you come here?"

Katherine walked across the hall and into Alan's room and then started laughing too. Both she and Suzanne were dressed in nearly the exact same outfit which consisted of nothing but a few straps of clothing. The only difference was that Suzanne's was black and Katherine's was red. Both even happened to have one nipple uncovered at that very moment (with such an outfit, it was nearly impossible not to).

Suzanne blushed and thought, How embarrassing. It makes me look like I'm just one woman in his harem. I'm the mastermind here, dammit. This shouldn't be happening!

But Suzanne finally saw the humor of their identical clothing and poses, and joined in the laughter. "I guess the effect of this outfit has been ruined," she said as she pulled on the straps repeatedly to expose more skin. "I'm just trying to get you aroused because Susan has put me in charge of your penis for the rest of the evening."

"Has she?" asked Katherine. "Rats!"

"Actually, maybe the outfit isn't a total loss," Suzanne said to Alan as she unzipped the zipper to his shorts. His ever-ready rock-hard penis sprung out. "It seems to inspire you."

"Yeah, don't get rid of that," Alan said. "I like it. And I like it even more when both of you are wearing it at the same time. It makes you seem like twins or something." 

He could have added that the way Suzanne placed her arm to lift up and push out her huge tits certainly helped his appreciation of the dress, but he realized that tit size was a sore subject whenever Katherine was around.

"Unfortunately," he went on, "even though my penis is somehow responding again - it was kind of hurting a while ago - we really shouldn't. Mom said that things need to cool off until she gets this psychology thing resolved, but you certainly wouldn't know it from my perspective. It's been nothing but sex, sex, sex for me all day, and Brenda's coming over later! I was just trying to mentally and physically recover a bit to prepare for that."

Katherine massaged Alan's shoulders while Suzanne pretty much ignored his comments and massaged his erect penis. 

His sister said in a pouty voice, "Oh, you poooor thing. It's the tough life, isn't it? Your sopping wet sister feels your pain. And your balls!" She briefly reached around and cupped his scrotum with one hand right as she said that.

Alan rolled his eyes balefully, "Don't talk like that. It only arouses me more. Don't we all need to get dressed and stuff? Isn't Brenda supposed to be here in a few minutes?"

"More like undressed," Katherine chortled. "Suzanne, what do you think the odds are that Alan will get his hands on Brenda's weighty orbs tonight? One hundred percent? What do you think the odds are that she'll beat his meat before the evening is through? Or, Alan, that you'll be fucking her bottomless cleavage in front of us all? She wants you as bad as the rest of us, mister 'tough life.' She's going to be another SLAVE to your cock; another addition to your harem. I can tell. Your favorite fuck toy is so conflicted. I want my brother all to my self. But I also love to see him make new conquests." She hugged him tightly from behind.

"Really, please, stop," Alan moaned. "I don't have a harem. I can't resist when you go on like that. Gotta save some spunk for later..." But his protest was feeble and no one stopped.

As he resigned himself to the fact that his sister could not be discouraged, he felt one of her hands reach around and help Suzanne stroke his erection. 

He asked her, "What's with you and Mom crowing with pride about my new conquests? I don't get that."

"I guess it's because it shows how dominant you are," she said seductively into his ear as she gently palmed the tip of his penis with one hand and rubbed it. "Even though you're not as aggressive as you should be, it shows that you can sexually dominate anyone. I'm not living with a mere mortal, I'm living with a fuck monster! Let's ask another one of your cunts. Don't you agree, Suzanne?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 26



Suzanne was quiet for a moment, her concentration seemingly focused on sliding her fingers up and down Alan's shaft. But then she replied tersely, "Alan is certainly a fuck monster, but please don't call me a cunt." That brought the conversation to an end. 

Katherine and Suzanne stroked Alan in silence. 

Suzanne thought to herself, This is bad. Alan gets really turned on by all this subservient talk. This "slave" and "cunt" and "fuck toy" stuff. But I'm not willing to go there. It's undignified. Maybe I'm falling behind? Seems like I haven't been getting enough of his cock lately and now he's asking me to stop. I need to talk to him alone about all this.

She said, "Katherine, do you mind?" and motioned to the door with her eyes. 

Suzanne thought, as if speaking to Katherine, Get out of here so I can get a chance to fuck Alan! I need to get back to the top of his list. It's time that we fuck. That'll have him screaming my name. This could be my only chance to be alone with him today. I can't even get five minutes to jack him off all by myself. Sheesh!

But Katherine played dumb. She did untangle herself from her brother and walked to the door. She said, "Oh, right." But then she closed it and walked back to Alan.

Suzanne said in frustration, even as she dropped her head and breathed lightly on Alan's dick now that she had it all to herself, "The idea was you're supposed to be on the other side of the door so I can help Alan in private." 

Alan shivered in delight at the sensations Suzanne was making him feel with just her breathing. 

Then Suzanne started licking his bulbous tip. She too felt a shudder of excitement run up and down her spine, just from the pleasure of feeling his penis head on her tongue. She thought to herself wickedly, Maybe I AM just another one of his cunts! Would that be so bad? I should stop resisting, stop trying to control events, and just turn off my mind to everything except utter pleasure. My Sweetie will take care of me. 

But the thoughts were little more than idle fantasizing, as her desire to manipulate events and be number one was too strong.

Katherine belatedly answered, "Oh, right. My bad." But rather than leave the room, she tore away the thin strip of fabric from Suzanne's butt and placed a hand on each ass cheek. One of her fingers quickly found its way into Suzanne's slit. She asked, "Did Susan put anyone in charge of your pussy for the evening?"

"No. And you're not supposed to be doing that, either," chided Suzanne. "Susan is in a weird mood about this whole psychologist thing."

"Good point. My bad again." Katherine stuck two more fingers into Suzanne's pussy.

"You two are incorrigible, you know that?" Suzanne said. She reluctantly gave in to Katherine's fondling and took off her few straps that passed for an outfit. Then she knelt on Alan's bed to suck his tool from a better position. That also gave the giggling Katherine better access to her ass. 

Suzanne added, "Please. Let's keep things reasonable, given that Susan is down the hallway." 

Katherine giggled more. "That's why I locked the door. Because as a human fuck toy, I don't know the meaning of the word 'reasonable.' I only know the words: 'yes, sir,' 'do me,' and 'more.'" She paused, then giggled again. "Oh, I guess 'deeper' and 'harder' are a couple other favorites."

Katherine licked Suzanne's ass crack and then stuck her tongue right into her anal sphincter. 

Suzanne was gratified that she'd cleaned herself in case Alan wanted to do that to her. All four women now kept their asses clean at all times for the off chance that Alan might want to explore that region, though he all too rarely did.

Suzanne gave up trying to fight the nympho teenager. She heaved a sigh somewhere between contentment and frustration, and resumed sucking. Her frustrations rapidly melted away. 

Though she didn't realize it, she had become more and more like Susan, in that cocksucking increasingly filled her with contentment and banished all her worries away. Cocksucking Alan usually kept her right on the edge of orgasm, and not even Suzanne could think very clearly in that state.

Alan hoped that Katherine would resume sharing his erection with Suzanne so he could have another dual blowjob like the one Susan and Amy gave him the night before, and Katherine and Amy shared earlier. 

But Katherine was mindful that she was pushing her luck with Suzanne, and so she tried to make it up by staying away from Alan's penis and giving Suzanne an excellent pussy licking instead. 

Alan didn't have too much to complain about. Suzanne still gave the most talented blowjobs of anyone in the house, and that was a very tough field of competition.

However, Katherine couldn't completely resist the temptation to get more involved. As Suzanne sped up, her mouth flying up and down Alan's penis like some pumping machine spinning out of control, Katherine rammed a couple fingers into Suzanne's pussy from between her legs and reached forward to tweak one of Suzanne's nipples. 

Suzanne made some muffled noises which might have been words, but she was too far into the blowjob to stop and properly speak. 

As Alan started to unload a healthy helping of semen into Suzanne's mouth, Katherine pulled on Suzanne's nipple so hard that it seemed as if she was trying to pull it off altogether. 

Suzanne let out a very loud cry of exultation as she came, hard, right as Alan showered the back of her mouth with his seed. The resulting mess which ensued almost made all three lovers burst out with laughter and delight. 

After they'd all climaxed, Suzanne sighed contentedly. Aaaaah. Now that's what it's all about. To think that some women don't like cocksucking at all. What utter fuckheads! It's the greatest sensual pleasure in the world, short of having him fucking my other holes, of course. And with Katherine on my ass, I'm just one player short of my ultimate orgy fantasy. Susan's coming along so nicely, but I still can't rush things. 

She turned to Katherine, and with an amused grin, said, "You very naughty girl. What am I going to do with you?"

Katherine smiled in return. "The question is, what AREN'T you going to do with me? Us fuck toys aim to please." She kissed her brother on the lips. 

Then Suzanne said to her, "Can I finally be alone with this fuck monster, please? I think Alan has some serious things on his mind that he wants to talk to me about. Not only that, but Brenda will be over shortly, so you should get yourself ready."

Katherine blew Alan a kiss as she stood up and said, "Big Man-muscle Brother, see you downstairs in a bit." She didn't even bother to put her few straps of clothing back on before she entered the hallway, but just carried it out with her. 

Despite Susan's occasional feeble protests, it seemed the Plummer house was getting more debauched with each passing day. 

CHAPTER 9

Suzanne cuddled with Alan in his bed as the two of them recovered from their recent orgasms. She was mildly annoyed by the fact that she'd missed out on another chance for vaginal sex, but the great orgasm she'd had took away most of the sting. 

Alan had a very serious look on his face and it looked as if he struggled to put his thoughts into words. It was still a while before the evening poker game with Brenda. He finally had a chance to discuss his many recent problems with Suzanne, but he didn't know where to begin.

Suzanne beat him to the punch. She said tenderly, "Sweetie, I do feel your pain. Really. I know what you're thinking. On one hand it seems like you're living a fantastical wet dream and you can't get enough. You walk through life as if in a dream, wondering what your classmates would think if they only knew a fraction of what you're going through. But, on the other hand, you feel like you're being torn apart as a dozen pairs of female hands pull at you from different directions. And you're constantly pushing your body's sexual limits and wondering how long you'll last before you completely collapse. But you don't want it to ever end, even when your penis is on fire. You're afraid something will break the magical spell and your life will return to how it was, so you have to enjoy it all while you still can. These are the things you were thinking about just before I came in."

"Exactly. It's like you're reading my mind. How do you know me so well?"

She smiled comfortingly. "Your Aunt Suzy is a smart cookie. Don't forget that. I'm already working on fixing things. Think of me as your guardian angel. I'm going to make sure that everything in your life goes perfectly." 

They hugged.

"But how did you know I was thinking about some of those very things when you came in?"

She pulled back a bit, sat up, and continued, "Because you looked like you were deep in thought, and if I was in your shoes that's the kind of stuff I'd be thinking about all the time. 

"Sweetie, let's face the facts. Your lot in life is to fuck lots of beautiful women. You're going to be doing a lot of it from now on, partly because you're lucky to know us unusually attractive and horny ladies who always hang around this house, but also because you're so good at it. Success breeds success, and now everyone wants you. The magical spell is never going to be broken. I won't let it. My advice is to simply give in. Don't think; don't fight it. Just sit back and enjoy this opportunity the fates have thrown your way to the complete fullest. Surrender totally to the moment. Let me worry about and handle whatever problems come up. We've got your back to make sure everything else works out."

Alan thought about her advice briefly but then focused on a sore point it brought up. "How do you know I'm good at fucking?" he complained. "It's not like you've ever let me fuck you. That just drives me utterly bonkers."

"Hey. Remember what happened at the beach the other day? It's gonna happen. We just need some time alone to see it through. I was actually going to fuck you right now but I couldn't get Katherine to leave. Now we lost the time and we can't do the first time justice, though I must admit it's so tempting to just do it anyway. Even with your mother roaming around the house, I just can't hold off any more. Too bad your penis is flaccid right now or who knows what might happen."

"Really? Damn! Just telling me that just drives me wilder. Dang." He pounded his fist into his hand repeatedly. "Damn, that's frustrating!"

"Tell me about it. I want to fuck just as bad as you do. It's been a torment for me too, ever since the first handjob I gave you. But you know that I haven't been holding off to be cruel. Your mother wouldn't have been able to handle it if we'd been caught. Now she's almost there mentally. Knock on wood, if this psychologist visit goes well, you'll be fucking us ALL soon. Within days. Your mother included. So I suppose you and I should wait a little longer. It's so much better this way, in the long run."

"Knock on wood. Wow. That is a big if. She's all over the map these days. ... But let's change the topic. There's so much I want to discuss before we have to leave for the poker game."

Suzanne replied, "Oh yeah. Here's the deal on that. You stay here and rest a while. I'm going to go downstairs and manipulate events so everyone will start to take their clothes off. Once that happens, I'll call you down. Remember that I'm your guardian angel. I'm not jealous like certain people living in this house whose name starts with 'Katherine.' Even your mom and Amy are starting to show signs of jealousy in their own subtle ways. I say share and share alike. We all benefit." 

Suzanne, in fact, was becoming more and more jealous with each passing day, but she was good at hiding it.

"Aunt Suzy, you're so great. So smart. So understanding. So beautiful. So loving." He hugged her again.

"Don't feel like you have to stop with the so's," she half-kidded. "But seriously, there is one thing that bugs me. It's the way some women are carrying on around here in a debasing manner. Like your sister. Did you know that when she talks about you to me in private, she calls you 'Master?' Does she call you that to your face?"

"She says that to you? Not to my face she doesn't." He thought back to the dual Amy / Katherine cocksucking earlier, and other recent events. "Well, she does say that kind of stuff to me sometimes, though not really that particular word. A lot, actually, now that I think about it. She gets pretty carried away when she's aroused."

Suzanne had a hand resting on his flaccid penis, and she felt it start to rapidly grow. "Aha. The erect-o-meter says the word 'Master' turns you on. Instant boing in my hand as soon as I said it."

Alan blushed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Why do these kinds of ideas excite me?! I can't help it!"

"It's all right." She hugged him again. "As long as you don't ask to piss or shit on me or something like that, I say whatever floats your boat is fine. It's a pretty big boat and it needs a lot of floating. We all have to work constantly on getting you erect and keeping you that way. But the reason I bring it up is because all these women are trying to out do themselves with colorful, subservient language, and I don't really do that. I mean, a little bit of that is fine. I've done some of it myself. I've even teased you about calling you Master once or twice, though it's not something I'd regularly call you myself."

She continued, "But your sister seems to be a whole different level. I was teasing; she seems to take it seriously. Just like her fuck toy comment earlier. Was that serious or joking? I don't know. But I do know that I'm wondering if maybe I'm falling behind with your affections."

"Definitely not. Aunt Suzy, I love you so much. You never, ever have to think you don't attract me. If you ever fail to arouse me, just say a few words in a Southern accent, and I'll think about your Daisy Duke persona and my penis will be an instant Eiffel Tower. You're so endlessly arousing that you don't need to use words like master or slave. Every time I see your body or your face, it's so startlingly beautiful that it really does take my breath away. That's not a cliché. It's like the first time every time, minus a little of the hyperventilating and blushing. I really think these last weeks are taking years off of my life, because I can only handle so many 'be still my beating heart' moments in a single day."

She was gleeful and kissed him appreciatively while giving his newly erect penis a loving squeeze. "Damn you and your compliments. You know the word that turns me on the most? Love. Just tell me again that you love me and I'd do anything for you."

"I love you, Aunt Suzy. I really do. And I already know you'd do anything for me. That's one reason I love you so much. I'd do just about anything for you, too." He meant it with deepest sincerity. He drew her hand not holding his penis to his mouth and kissed it tenderly.

She glanced down at his erection and saw it jump in her other hand. With a smirk, she said, "Ah. I can see you mean you'd like to love me in more ways than one. What am I going to do with you? You're so damned lovable. You know I love you too. It's a good thing for the both of us that Brenda is going to be here in a few minutes, because if she wasn't I'd have you fuck me so hard that the two of us would drill a hole down to the Earth's core through sheer thrusting power! And I feel a lot better about the language issue. I must say that even I have been getting a bit jealous when I hear Katherine calling herself things like 'fuck toy.'"

Alan teased, "Hey, fuck toy is not an exclusive position. If you're jealous, there are additional job openings in that field."

She punched him lightly. "Don't you wish! What happened to the guy who was complaining a few minutes ago that he couldn't handle all the attention and action?"

"You happened to him. Every time I think I can't handle any more, something else comes along that redoubles my arousal. I may be going to hell, but at least I'm enjoying the ride."

"That you are. We'll talk more later about some of your other worries. Aunt Suzy is going to make everything all right. Right now I have to get ready for the card game. Did you know this old hag uses a little bit of make up to hide her age?"

"Do NOT call yourself an old hag. You are so beautiful that you don't need any make-up at all. I love you."

"Ah. You're just saying that. Do you really love me, or do you just love these?" She hefted up her weighty tits. 

As she squeezed her breasts towards his face, her normally confident expression was replaced with one of genuine worry. She knew that he loved her, but she worried that he loved Katherine and Susan more. 

She also worried about her age. She was very aware of the fact that at 39, she was nearly two years older than Susan. She was also well aware that she was the only woman in the house who felt the need to use make-up on a regular basis. 

Alan's eyes bugged out at the sheer size of her twin orbs, but he quickly recovered. "Suzanne, are you serious? I love you so much. Of course I love your tits, and they help get me aroused, but you'd be beyond arousing even without any boobs at all. Your whole body is amazing. When they release the next edition of the dictionary, I expect to see your picture under the word 'sexy.' Seriously! Even if I went blind, you'd be incredibly arousing just from the sound of your sensual, scratchy voice. In any case, my love for you goes soooo far beyond your looks. I hope it's the same with me, and that you don't just think of me as some young hunk."

"Sweetie, how could you possibly think that? You're like my own son to me. But do you think you could still love this old hag in another ten or twenty years?"

"Of course I do! If you call yourself that one more time, I'm going to have to tie you up, fuck you silly, and then keep you as a sex slave in my dungeon. Mom's boundaries be damned. That'll teach you."

Her concern passed and her confidence returned. "A-ha! The fully horny and aggressive Alan has just entered the building. Did you know that it's been one of my projects lately to get you to be more aggressive? Maybe I'm succeeding too much. You're so gentle on the surface, but I have half a feeling that before too long you actually WILL have a dungeon to keep all your sex slaves." 

Alan raised both eyebrows at that. He could feel his penis throbbing with excitement at the idea even as he dismissed it as completely impossible and morally wrong. 

She winked. "Boy, I wish I could take care of this cock right now, but if I get started we're gonna romp for a long while and the card game is about to begin. Maybe I'll win the privilege later with a lucky set of cards. I think Katherine was right earlier: Brenda had better watch out because you're gonna need all the cum you can get. Gotta go." 

She kissed him on the cheek and left the room.

Alan realized that he still had much more to talk about that they'd missed, such as his worry that could be turning into an asshole now that everyone seemed to be treating him like a king. They'd actually talked about her worries as much as his. 

His mind drifted to the possibility of fucking Suzanne then to the thought of Brenda arriving in a few minutes, and then back and forth between the two. Sweet Jesus. If I gotta have problems, these are the best problems on Earth to have.

CHAPTER 10

Brenda arrived at the Plummer house a few minutes after Suzanne left Alan's room. 

Suzanne had rescheduled their card game from the afternoon to the later evening that morning because of her need to rush to Los Angeles. Since Brenda was another idle, jobless, and (very) rich housewife, the rescheduling wasn't a problem.




Six Times a Day Pt. 27



Part 27: Bad to the Bone

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 13) 

As Alan walked down the stairs towards the living room, he had a rough idea that he'd see the women playing cards in various states of undress. But to witness it live in front of him exceeded his expectations. He thought, It's like the female cast of Baywatch is playing strip poker, but these women are even hotter than them. 

But what pleased him most was to see Brenda again. As he stepped into the living room, he said, "Hi Brenda, how have you been?" 

She already had her top pulled down enough to expose her pointy nipples.

Alan, though, acted as if that was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, he made a point of looking at her only in the face - for now. 

She acted shocked and disturbed to see him. "Alan? What are you doing here? Suzanne, I thought you said the game would be just us girls!" She bashfully covered her chest with her arms, an act nearly made pointless by their sheer size - tit flesh bulged out everywhere around her fingers. 

Truthfully, she was secretly very delighted. In fact, she was already so aroused that she spoke towards his crotch, unable to take her eyes off of the huge bulge that attempted to burst out of his shorts. 

Suzanne, herself topless, said, "I thought Tiger would be too busy with his homework to join us, but it looks like he's finished." 

Alan correctly picked up a hidden message to follow what she said.

"Yeah, I just finished my homework, and I'd be delighted to join in or just sit back and watch. Whatever suits you ladies best."

"I'm sure you would," Brenda complained. "But I don't want a young man ogling my body. I've already lost my top!"

He sat down to watch the game, incredibly aroused by the whole scene. "Well then Brenda, you should play better to make sure you don't lose."

As far as the game was going, Brenda had actually done fairly well compared to the others. So far she'd only lost once. After much joking encouragement, she elected to expose her long nipples since they were begging to be freed of constraints anyway. 

By comparison, Susan and Katherine were topless, Amy had her dress off of both her tits and ass, and all Suzanne had left was her dress bunched up around her stomach, which covered nothing of strategic importance at all (though her pussy was hidden from most eyes by the table provided she remained sitting).

Brenda was trying to hide her strangely intense feelings for Alan, but she was so aroused by the game already that she didn't do a very good job. She replied to him, "That's easy for you to say. This is so embarrassing! Would you look at this? I'm not even partially covered up. You can see my nipples and my breasts are jiggling all over the place!" 

She removed her arms from her chest so Alan could see exactly what she meant. "I might as well get it over with. It's not like I can play cards all evening with my hands over my chest. Damn." She picked up her cards and no longer tried to block his view of her monstrous rack in any way.

Alan thought, Nice, Brenda, nice. I can't wait until I'm pounding Alan Junior through THAT bottomless cleavage. She's so fucking STACKED! Wow. I wonder if I should take my penis out right now to give it some air. Or maybe even get someone to tend to it like during the fashion show. 

Nah. That would probably freak Brenda out, not to mention who knows what Mom would do. Would she scream in protest, or demand to take charge of the stroking? There's no telling with her lately. No, it's better to hold off a bit until everyone is that much hornier. I'm sure I'll be getting a lot of stroking and sucking before the night is done. Patience, my Padawan, patience.

He focused most of his attention on Brenda, since he'd seen the others naked lots of times already. Plus, even if she'd been flat-chested, she still would have been one of the most outstandingly beautiful women he'd ever seen. She was amply endowed everywhere, especially on her protruding and peachy ass, yet she was full bodied, not fat or chubby. Her face, too, was heartbreakingly cute and beautiful. She'd never lost her baby fat there. 

But he played down his interest. He had an instinct that she'd had too many guys go after her aggressively and that he'd have much better results if HE was the one to play hard to get. "Brenda, it's no big deal. Look around. Everyone is topless or more. No big whoop."

The others had built up Alan's reputation as the "insatiable sex machine." The mere fact that so many sexpot women were sexually involved with him at the same time was impressive and a strong aphrodisiac. Brenda felt a strange and irrational competitive desire to wow him more than he could wow her. This so-called "sex machine" is going to be putty in my hands just like every other man, once he falls under the spell of my huge tits and cute face.

He was playing her perfectly. His "no big deal" type comments egged her on, because the more he ignored her, the more she wanted him. To be ignored or even have to compete for attention was an almost completely unprecedented experience for Brenda ever since she'd grown her improbably large rack. 

Within minutes of his arrival, she started to flirt with him. But that didn't earn her his exclusive attention. After a few more minutes passed, she saw him blatantly stare at Suzanne and she wanted that to stop. She cupped her tits with both hands and lifted them up, sheepishly smiling in his direction. That got his undivided attention, but only for so long.

Susan wanted Alan to look at her, so she stood up and asked if anyone wanted more to drink. In fact, this was just an excuse to get her rack bouncing. She rocked back and forth on her high heels to cause her nearly pale breasts to rock around in circles.

Alan, predictably, sat mesmerized at his mother's blatant tit show.

Brenda had to win his attention back by raising a hand up to her head, lifting her chest and jiggling her tits as well. She smirked in triumph. 

But she didn't win his attention for long, as Katherine said something and gave him a smoldering look to keep him focused on her. 

So Brenda had to resort to greater and greater extremes. Soon she overtly played with her nipples, just to win more looks from him. She tried to justify this in her mind by pretending that she was drunk, but deep down she knew she wasn't even tipsy yet. 

Susan, meanwhile, was continuing with her tit show. She was very irritated by Brenda's larger rack. She considered it a threat for Alan's attentions. 

There was so much jiggling going on that Alan joked, "I don't know what it is, but all of a sudden I'm feeling very hungry for some Jell-O."

Amy cupped one of her tits and asked, "Would you like some milk with that?" 

Everyone laughed, but it also reminded Alan both of the Amy-inspired milk incident and of breast-feeding from his mother's chest, as Amy no doubt knew it would. Alan was surprised, since Amy didn't usually say those kinds of things. But he was also pleased, and very, very aroused to imagine Amy pregnant and lactating.

Alan joined in the game as soon as the next hand was dealt. 

It seemed that as soon as Alan arrived, all of Brenda's luck left her. Perhaps her mind was too occupied by his presence and/or she was too busy modeling her body in sexy poses for his benefit to concentrate on the game. 

But for whatever the reason, she lost the next three hands, and had to take off both gloves and then what remained of her top. She again made a big protest out of it each time, but secretly loved it. All she was left with was the narrow strip of fabric that covered parts of her crotch and ass.

She made a fuss about her losses. "What ever am I going to do if I keep losing, Susan? How long will I be able to stop him from seeing me completely naked? It's just not fair. You should have warned me that he'd be playing."

Susan loved Brenda's distress. "Tell me about it! There's not much we can do; he's the man of the house now. I find myself naked and humiliated on a daily basis. You might as well get used to it too." 

Brenda didn't reply to that, but she found it strangely arousing.

Susan lost the next hand and had to pull her dress off of her ass. It still covered her crotch, and not much else. Now that Alan was there, she and everyone but Brenda and Alan switched to a strategy of deliberately losing. 

But Brenda lost the next hand and had to expose her ass as well. She was so nervous that she just pulled her outfit off of her ass without getting up for anyone to see what she was doing. It took Amy sitting next to her to confirm that she'd done it. 

Then it was Suzanne's turn to lose. All her private parts were exposed already, and the only thing left was for her to take her outfit off over her head completely. She loved to ham things up. She prolonged the taking off of clothes, mostly for Alan's benefit. When she finally did get it off, she made it look like that gave her an intense orgasm.

The sight of Suzanne struggling to get her clothes over her head and the inevitable tit jiggling that followed took Alan's breath away. 

He thought, I've lost count of how many times I've stopped breathing in sheer awe tonight, and I've only been sitting here a short while. This has got to be the greatest five sets of tits ever put together in one place. I swear to God! 

After Suzanne did that, Brenda commented to her, "You're completely naked now. Does that mean the game is over?"

"Of course not, unless we all want it to. Does anyone want it to end?" 

A long pause indicated no takers to that idea. 

Ever since Alan had arrived, Brenda had protested so much that she felt obliged to say something. "I suppose I can't quit now and ruin the game for everybody." That was a pretty feeble excuse, and in fact she was the most eager out of all of them to keep going, which was saying a lot. But she had her pride. She covered up the ensuing awkward silence by asking Suzanne, "So what happens if you lose again?"

"The usual rules," the pale beauty replied, as if those were obvious to everyone. "If all of the clothes are gone, the person with the highest hand gets to pick a dare for the person with the lowest hand to do. The winner can't be part of the dare in any way. Didn't you ever play strip poker when you were younger?"

"No. I got busty at a young age and kept growing, so my parents kept me on a very tight leash." Brenda was wistfully disappointed at all the fun she'd missed out on.

Katherine said mischievously, "Your parents kept you on a tight leash, eh? Mom, did you hear that? Sounds like an excellent suggestion to me. Now you know what I want for my birthday - a tight leash so I can be ordered around naked on all fours."

Susan chastised her daughter, "All right, Angel, I think that's quite enough joking." To the group, she asked, "Are you all sure we should keep this game going, after comments like that?"

"That's what your boundaries are for, Susan," Suzanne pointed out. "We all respect your boundaries. Are you willing to respect them too, Brenda?"

"Of course." Brenda wanted to keep the game going so she could get Alan to fall under her spell, not to mention the fact that she was having so much fun. Alan was obviously attracted to her - she'd yet to meet a straight man who wasn't - but she was frustrated that he already wasn't complete putty in her hands like most men who crossed her path. 

It was a good thing though, that he'd opted for his playing hard to get strategy. Once a man started to grovel, Brenda would lose all interest. She loved a challenge. However, she was beginning to think that this game might be too much of a challenge. She'd never really had to directly compete with one woman as attractive as she was, but now all at once there were four. 

For the time being, she tried to brave it out. It's tough competition, admittedly, but I've got the hottest body here. I'm going to prove it by getting him to admit it. I'll show everybody. It's obvious that he loves tits, so he's gonna love me the best.

Suzanne said, "Okay then, let's continue. Unless you don't want to, Susan?" 

Susan was silent and briefly blushed. Despite her protestations, her pussy was pulsing. Her mouth could complain all she wanted to, but her pussy wasn't going to let the game end. Further, Susan's breasts were very emphatic that they wanted the game to continue. She didn't have particularly long nipples (that was something else she was jealous of Brenda about), but her crinkly nipples stood out about as long as they'd ever been. 

CHAPTER 2 

Suzanne pressed on and dealt the next hand.

Brenda lost that hand, and slid what remained of her outfit down past her knees. That revealed a pussy leaking like an open faucet. She realized that she hadn't felt so horny in ages, if there was anything in her life to compare the experience to at all. Her marriage had turned sour a few years back, which led to her upcoming divorce, and she'd rarely had any erotic experiences in the last couple years.

Katherine had Brenda in her jealous sights, and teased her a bit. "Hey Brenda, did someone spill a pitcher of water in your lap? I thought that you said you weren't turned on, and that you were just humoring us to keep playing."

Brenda bit her lip. She was at a loss for words. Finally, she muttered, very quietly, "It's not how it looks..." Trying to change the subject, she asked, "So what happens if I keep losing?" 

Katherine's jealousy was flaring up and she wanted to scare Brenda off to reduce the competition. So she tried to shock her with something drastic. "Well, then I suppose Alan's going to have to tie you up and have his way with you. He'll probably fuck every orifice you've got. So if you've got any self-respect, now's the time to leave." 

Little did Katherine realize, but that was music to Brenda's ears. She'd had bondage fantasies for years. So her only response was, "What would he use? Ropes or chains?" 

Katherine was so bewildered by that that she didn't know what to say. 

The game continued, though there were many raised eyebrows. Everyone wondered about Brenda. 

Amy lost the next round, and bunched her dress up around her stomach, to expose her pussy, just as Suzanne and Brenda already had to do. 

Because of the table, Alan sometimes couldn't see what was being shown off down below, unless the person sat next to him. So he asked Amy, "Aims, can you stand up so I can see what you've got there? We have to be sure that you've taken it off all the way."

"M'kay!" she answered with her usual bright smile. She held her dress up above her belly button while she swayed her hips back and forth to better show off her bald pussy. As she did, she proudly announced, "Alan is my official boyfriend!" 

The others, even Brenda, were already well aware of this fact. But they humored Amy with smiles. 

Then Susan lost the next hand and had to make the same display. As she gyrated her hips sensuously, she said in a matter-of-face tone, "Brenda, you may look down on me for acting like some kind of naked nympho slut for my son. And yes, I realize what I'm doing it wrong, from a certain point of view. But my son is just so virile! He has needs, great needs! Why, even the doctors and nurse have to admit that it's a medical fact he has to have his cock drained by big-titted babes over and over and over, every single day! Who am I to resist such a well-hung, cum-filled boy?" 

Brenda found herself hypnotized, both by Susan's gyrations and by her sinful words. She longed to see Alan and Susan rutting, almost more than she longed to have Alan lying on top of herself, hammering her endlessly with powerful hip thrusts. 

Then Brenda lost again and had to take what remained of her outfit off of her body altogether. She was still dreadfully nervous so she simply slipped it off while sitting. 

But Suzanne could see that Brenda was horny enough to be pushed further. She said, "Tut tut, Brenda. That's not how we do things around here. Didn't you hear Alan's request to Amy that she stand while stripping?" 

Brenda gulped. It was one thing to show off her breasts. She did that nearly every single day, though they were clothed. But she wasn't used to making a public display of her pussy. Her body actually trembled as she stood. She closed her eyes, as if having them closed somehow meant this wasn't happening. 

Susan could be naïve and clueless at times, but this time she could see how uncomfortable Brenda was. After all, Susan had been in the same situation of sexual embarrassment many times in the very recent past. So, even though she was struggling with jealous feelings, her innate kindness took over and she tried to support her. "Brenda, I think you're doing great. And you're so brave. You have a very lovely pussy." 

Amy could see what Susan was doing and began praising Brenda's pussy. "Yeah, Brenda, it's a way super great pussy. My boyfriend is totally gonna love poking it, I'm sure." 

Suzanne did so as well. "Brenda, relax. You have a great body. Stand proud. And yes, your puss is pretty cute, too." 

Katherine, though, was silent and filled with jealous bile. She was having a hard time not blurting out something insulting.

Brenda found the experience of having a group of women discussing her openly displayed pussy to be extremely humiliating yet strangely exhilarating. 

Her knees nearly buckled when she heard Susan say, "It's so pink and wet and perfectly formed. Very wet, in fact. I know Alan will just love fucking it. That pussy needs a good taming. Tiger, don't you want to nail the shit out of her? I know you do!" 

Brenda was incredibly aroused by the way all the other women took it as a given that Alan would soon be fucking her. She held her breath to hear what Alan had to say about her pussy, but he remained silent. 

Eventually the comments trickled to an end and she sat back down. She remained quite nervous though, especially because she realized that she was now eligible for a dare if she lost again.

As the game continued, all the women except Brenda continued their talkative banter. They made jokes and lewd comments. 

For instance, Katherine (who generally remained in a good and horny mood except when thinking about Brenda) teased when Amy turned to show her wide ass off to the group, "Aims, is all that white goo dribbling out of your pussy courtesy of Alan? Damn, I didn't realize he tapped you already, but he sure tapped you good!" 

Amy blushed and replied, "No. I wish! That's just me." 

Alan generally tried to remain silent in situations like this, figuring that was safest. At times, the others talked about him like he wasn't there, but of course he heard every word.

Brenda refrained from talking because most of it was women making sexual comments and compliments to each other. She felt very uncomfortable with anything smacking of lesbianism. She had mixed feelings about the flattering comments about her looks unless the comment came from Alan. And since he hardly said a word about anything, her curiosity about him grew and grew. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 27



Meanwhile, Katherine hadn't lost a hand in a long time. She still was merely topless. That frustrated her so much that she half-jokingly complained, "No fair! Brenda, you're losing far too much lately. Let some of us lose on occasion too." 

Everyone laughed at that, but by now Brenda had also gotten wise that losing was better if she wanted to prove herself to be the sexiest woman in the room. 

Only Alan still tried to win. As a result, he was winning virtually every hand, and it was rare if any of the women even had a matching pair of cards. 

Amy lost the next hand, which left her totally naked (she let out a loud whoop of triumph). 

Then Suzanne lost. Since she was completely naked already, she asked Alan as she posed seductively for him standing up with her arms held up high, "Okay Sweetie, it's time for the first dare. What can I do for you?"

Alan's answer was very clever. "I want you to put a vibrator in Brenda. One of the throbbing and rotating types." He realized that it was important to get Brenda to fall even further into debauchery and a dildo up her pussy would help speed that along.

"We don't do anything that people don't want to do," Suzanne said to Brenda. "Does that sound acceptable to you?"

She pretended reluctance. "I guess so. Assuming it's within Susan's rules." She smugly thought, Alan picked me first. He's falling for me already, heh-heh.

"It is," Suzanne said authoritatively, not giving Susan a chance to reply. "Katherine, please get the vibrator from my purse. You know the one Alan is referring to." 

Katherine ran off to get it. She didn't begrudge Brenda getting orgasms, as long as they weren't with Alan. 

While still waiting for Katherine to return, Suzanne said to Brenda, "Now turn around and let's see your ass." 

Brenda did so, trembling with excitement and fear once again. 

But Suzanne wasn't satisfied. "Not like that. Get on all fours so you can thrust your ass high up into the air. We want Alan to clearly see the vibrator go in, doggy style. He's our judge and he has to verify that the dare is completed."

Brenda did as she was told, getting on all fours with her firm, round ass pointing toward Alan. She thought, I don't know what it is, but I love the way Suzanne takes charge. She really knows what she's doing. She's such a strong person. Every though she's treating me like a piece of meat, like some ripe tits and ass here just for Alan's amusement... I dunno. I just can't resist that voice! 

She said some of these thoughts out loud. "I can't believe I'm doing this. This is such an embarrassing position. It's like I'm a ripe piece of ass here for Alan's amusement." She waited for someone to contradict that, but no one did. She sighed at her own uncontrollable lust, and then continued, "But no lesbian stuff, all right? I'm really not into that."

"Don't worry, no lesbian stuff," Suzanne said confidently, even as she ran her hands all over Brenda's lovely ass. "Unless of course that's what the winner of the hand wants. We can't stop that. But hopefully no one will ask for that with you." 

She reached down to Brenda's upper thighs and ran her fingers through Brenda's many rivulets of cum. She knew that Brenda was so far gone that she could goad, "You wouldn't want that, would you? You wouldn't want another woman to touch you in a sexual way. Would you?" As she said this, she lightly brushed her fingers up and down Brenda's pussy lips. 

Brenda felt completely humiliated as she replied, "No." She knew that everyone else could easily see what Suzanne was doing to her, but she wanted another climax too much to tell her to stop. 

Katherine returned with the dildo and handed it over to Suzanne. 

Suzanne slowly and sensually stuck it into Brenda's sopping pussy, at first only a little, then out some, then further in, then out, and back and forth in this fashion in a very slow manner until it was all the way in. Her hands continued to rub over Brenda's ass in the meantime, but she resisted doing what she really wanted to do, which was to grope at Brenda's big tits. At the moment, they were physically out of reach unless she got out of her chair. But she could see Brenda falling down a metaphorical slippery slope and knew she'd have ample opportunity to climb Brenda's twin towers soon enough. 

Alan, meanwhile, watched everything silently. He found himself holding on to his erection through his shorts. He would have taken it out already but he could tell that Suzanne had an even better read on Brenda than he did. He suffered to have his penis confined while he waited for Suzanne to indicate it was okay to expose it.

Eventually Suzanne asked Alan, "So would you say the dildo is in yet?"

Brenda turned her head way back at him and panted, "It's in! It's in! Alan, please say it is in!" Her eyes were glazed with lust and her hips rotated at the sensations she felt deep within her inner walls. Suzanne was fingering her clit now while plunging the dildo in and out, and it felt so good that she wanted to scream. But she stayed where she was, ass high up in the air, while she stared at Alan with a mix of desire and desperation.

He hemmed and hawed. He knew the longer he appeared indecisive, the more Suzanne could break Brenda down. Then he joked, "I'm not sure. As President Clinton once said, 'it depends on what the definition of "is" is.'" 

Brenda moaned in frustration; in her current lust-addled state the political reference went right over her head.

Suzanne, teasing Brenda some more, said, "I think it's in, Sweetie. Look. I'm pushing it aaaaallllll the way in, and then aaaaallllll the way out. And then again. Aaaaaallll the way in, and aaaaaallll the way out. I don't think it can go in any further. Look. I can barely keep my fingertips on it." 

Alan grinned. "So wait. You're saying you're pushing it aaaaaallll the way in, and then aaaalll the way out?" 

Suzanne grinned too. She pushed the dildo in and out in time to Alan's words. Then, pushing in time to her own words, she replied, "Yes, aaaaaaalll the way in, then aaaaaallll the way out." 

"So which is it then," Alan asked with feigned cluelessness, "Is it aaaaaaalll the way in? Or is it aaaaaaalll the way out?" 

Brenda couldn't take any more. She shrieked, "Please! Please have mercy!" 

Suzanne decided she'd have enough fun, so she replied to Alan, "It's aaaaaallll the way in." She made one final, deep push in time to those words, and then kept the dildo inside Brenda as far as it could go. 

Alan grinned even more. "Okay. I guess. If you say so. Brenda, the dare didn't say anything about taking the dildo back out, so you've gotta keep it in there."

"God!" Brenda shrieked, a lusty smile on her face as her thighs began to tremble like an impending earthquake. "NO!"

Suzanne let go of the dildo, but left it inside Brenda's pussy. 

The super-stacked woman fell to the floor as she writhed in submission to her lusty urges. Brenda had no idea why she was so unusually horny all of a sudden and wanted to remain in control. But her body wouldn't listen to her mind. 

Everyone stared at her as she let herself go completely.

Brenda's huge and bouncy tits were highly entertaining and arousing for everyone, as were her verbal protests. She was a highly vocal woman when aroused. As she bucked her hips off the floor like she was trying to fuck the dildo harder, she cried out a steady stream of words and panted, "NO! God no! Someone please, make it stop! It's too good! So fucking good! Lord God, help me! Please! I'm dying of pleasure! Fuck! Alan! Don't look! No, Alan, no! This is so embarrassing. I'm going to cum in front of all of you! Fuck. Why did I, did I agree, to do this? Why? Oh no! Oh no! No! Fuck me! Alan! Please! Fuck me! I'm cumming! YES! Aaaiiieee!"

This was just one sample of what she said as she reached one climax. She was wracked by a series of orgasms that just kept going and going. She babbled indecently as they hit her one by one. All the while, she stared at Alan with a pained yet lustful expression on her face.

It was torture for Alan to watch this without having his hard-on stroked. 

Katherine, who sat next to him, saw his anguish and dropped a hand into his lap since everyone's attention was on Brenda. Some light rubbing through his shorts was almost enough to send him off, given what he saw before him and all the arousing sights and sounds that came before. 

Only Brenda saw Katherine stroking his bulge, and that set her off even more. She screamed incoherently. 

But just as he was ready to cum in his shorts, Suzanne had mercy on Brenda and called time. She announced the game would resume. 

All eyes returned to the table. Katherine had to take her hand away from Alan's insistent bulge right when he needed help the most. 

He groaned audibly in frustration. His urge to cum at any moment slowly passed but he still remained a hair-trigger away from flooding his shorts with cum. 

Brenda couldn't even get back to the table; her body still shuddered and wriggled on the floor. The vibrator still worked within her. It seemed she could go all evening on one continuous high, hitting climax after climax. 

Suzanne wanted to see if such a thing was possible, but she also felt some sympathy for her sweaty and bedraggled guest. She clarified, "Brenda, Alan's dare only talked about putting the vibrator in. He said nothing about taking it out. So you're going to have to keep it in there until and unless someone rescues you with another dare. For instance, a dare that would replace it with something else. But if you like, you can turn the settings down."

Brenda gasped between heavy panting, "Oh, thank you, Suzanne, thank you! Ohmigod. Ohmigod!" She flicked the dildo to the low setting. 

As a result, in a couple of minutes she recovered enough to sit back at the table and return to the game. But now she had a glassy look in her eyes. The setting was just enough to keep her close to orgasm, especially as she kept rocking back and forth in her chair as if trying to rub herself into satisfaction, but it wasn't quite enough to get her there. There was no way she would protest about anything getting too sexual any more. 

CHAPTER 3

Katherine lost the next two hands and was very happy about it. She still had her top hanging around her waist, but elected to expose first her pussy and then her ass. Now she had both her top and her skirt hanging off of her loosely, which left nothing covered. 

Alan lost the next hand, the first time he'd lost the entire game. He merely took off a sock, to the frustrated groans of everyone else in the room. He lightly teased as he tossed the sock aside, "Maybe, I'm a little bit overdressed, huh?" 

All the females agreed with frantic nods of their heads. 

That both amused and aroused him. He looked at Suzanne to see if it was okay for him to take his penis out of his straining shorts, but she was looking at Brenda. He stifled another frustrated groan.

Susan lost the next hand and had to take off the last of her clothes. Then she lost another hand, and Katherine had the highest hand. 

So Katherine had the right to order Susan on a dare, and said, "Alan's third leg must be in great pain after so much excellent visual stimulation. Mom, I order you to jack him off, but not too quickly. Keep rubbing his penis while we play."

Alan let out a load groan of relief. 

Susan eagerly leapt up. She smiled as if there had just been an announcement that she'd won the lottery. She mouthed the words "Thank you" in Katherine's direction. Her tender hands went to work. 

The Brenda from much earlier in the evening would have protested or even walked out had someone begun jacking Alan off right in front of her. But now Brenda just stared in total fascination at the sight of the mother stroking her son's slicked up erection. She found herself full of wicked thoughts of doing that to her own son. She licked her lips lewdly and repeatedly. She grabbed at her clit and began a particularly intense orgasm, greatly helped by the vibrator that still gyrated and hummed quietly inside of her. 

The other women looked on at Brenda with envy and wished that they too had big dildos throbbing inside their slits. But everyone restrained themselves from any personal touching not ordered in the game and desperately wished for the game to hurry up so that they too could get off.

Susan stroked Alan far too vigorously for him to last long, especially since he was right on the edge already. He pleaded, "Mom, could you please slow it down a lot?" 

She did, but he couldn't resist saying to her, "Anyways, Mom, what about the reservations you had this morning about this kind of thing?"

"Mommy can't think right now," Susan said and then blushed when she realized she'd called herself "Mommy" in front of Brenda (not that Brenda particularly minded at this point; in fact, it was yet another thing that greatly aroused her). She continued in a more responsible tone, "I'm sure that once I'm able to think again, those reservations will come back, but right now I see no problem in just enjoying the moment, assuming we can respect the boundaries."

Susan huffed and puffed heavily as she said this, betraying her calm words. 

Seeing her resistance crumble and her chest heave, Alan reached out and grabbed one of his mother's tits. 

Susan's eyes lit up and she thrust her chest towards her son. 

But to Alan's surprise, Suzanne said, "Tut-tut. I don't know about Susan's boundaries, but that's against the game rules. No touching unless a dare allows it."

So Alan withdrew the hand, to the sound of Susan's very vocal disappointed moans. He wondered if Suzanne's adherence to the rules in this case could be a sign of jealousy. (In fact, he was right about that.)

They went back to the game. Another bottle of wine was opened and quickly consumed. Alan won the next hand and Amy lost it. 

Amy needed a dare, so Alan said to Katherine, "Little Stuffable Sister, since you're so frustrated at never losing, I order Amy to French kiss you and fondle you all over except in your love box. That'll make you feel better. You have to keep your hands still, though. Brenda, you don't mind some lesbian action if it doesn't involve you, do you?"

"No, I'm okay with that." With the vibrator pounding her relentlessly, Brenda was ready for just about anything by this point, as long as it was sexual. In fact, she had to firmly grasp the edge of the table as her body swooned from too much pleasure. The puddle of pussy juice which had accumulated beneath her ass now resembled a small pond.

Katherine and Amy locked lips and stayed that way for several minutes. 

Amy's hands roamed passionately all over Katherine, as if she had discovered her friend's body for the first time. Like everyone else, she was greatly aroused by Brenda. 

Only Katherine continued to allow her jealousy to triumph over her lust when it came to Brenda. She asked, "Amy, my breasts may not be anything near Brenda's obscene balloons, but who do you think Alan would rather stick it in, me or Brenda?"

Amy could tell that it was a mean-spirited question, but she knew that if she failed to respond with the truth, Katherine would get upset with her. So she answered, as diplomatically as she could, "You, of course, Katherine. No offense, Brenda, but they've known each other all their lives."

Katherine wasn't satisfied with that. She prodded Amy, "Would you say that Alan loves me with all his heart and soul, but Brenda is nothing but another mindless big-titted fuck doll for him?" 

Before Amy could answer, Suzanne protested, "Hey! Wait a minute!" She considered herself the mistress of ceremonies and didn't want the evening spoiled by jealous sniping. 

However, Katherine's intended insults backfired. Brenda was actually further aroused to hear Alan would rather fuck the other women in the room. That made him even more unobtainable and different. And being called "another mindless big-titted fuck doll " somehow turned her on even more, although she was deeply ashamed to realize this. In fact, she was so overwhelmed that she nearly fell out of her chair. 

Crying "Sweet Jesus!", she came in a tremendous climax that sent her cards spilling onto the floor. She couldn't believe that she'd had multiple orgasms yet again. She was aware that her naked and voluptuous body was violently climaxing in front of four others, and that drove her to still further heights of arousal.

With Susan's hands on Alan's penis, a dildo pounding into Brenda, and Amy and Katherine occupied with each other, no one was in any hurry to continue the game any more. 

No one but Suzanne, that is, who was left out of all the fun. It was she who finally got the next hand of cards going. 

Katherine and Amy had to stop kissing, mostly, to play their cards, but Amy still roamed her hands freely over Katherine as they played. She generally kept one hand holding her cards and the other teasing Katherine's clitoris, since that was allowed by the terms of the dare.

Alan lost the next hand and had to take off his other sock. 

Everyone groaned again that his shorts and shirt still remained (though of course his penis was exposed, though generally covered with Susan's hands). 

Brenda acted as if she was a spectator in some kind of Chippendale's show and shouted at Alan, "Take it off! Take it all off!"

Susan had some fun with his loss, though. "Here. Let me take that sock off for you, Tiger." She licked her tongue down his leg and pulled off his sock with her teeth while she managed to keep a hand moving over his penis. Then she returned her full attention and both hands to his pulsing erection. 

Brenda couldn't help but comment about that too. "Susan, that's so hot. Everything here is so hot! I'm burning up. I'm dying! What is with this house? So sexual. Everything. How many minutes have you been jacking your son off, Susan? Your SON! That's just so WRONG, but why does it make me so hot! Won't he ever shoot his load?! Oh my God - I can't get over that he's your son!"

Susan calmly smiled. "Now you can see what we mean when we say he's an insatiable sex machine. My son just never gives up his mouthwateringly delicious cum easily. You have to earn it. It's hard work and can tire out your hand or jaw. And it never stops. Once he's done, he's hard again almost instantly. It's like having a permanently hard cock slapping you in the face twenty-four hours a day. It's a good thing there's four of us in this house to help out, because there's no way any one woman can satisfy him." 

She beamed with pride at her son's sexual prowess. In her own highly biased mind, he really was that amazing. 

Amy was also very proud and couldn't help but say, yet again, "Brenda, did you know that I'm his official girlfriend? It's official!" It was a rather funny thing to say given that Alan's dick was being stroked by his mother and Amy was in the middle of licking Katherine's neck and pulling on her nipples. But in Amy's mind, she was now tightly bound to Alan and that was the most important thing.

Katherine goaded her like a mother hen, "What else are you, Amy?"

"Oh, I'm his pussy, too!" She smiled a happy and proud grin. "One of his pussies, that is."

Brenda was tremendously impressed by all this and openly ached for Alan's penis to replace the vibrator that was causing her to nearly shake right out of her seat. She realized her attempt to overwhelm Alan with her beauty was crumbling. She mumbled, "Alan. Pussies. These pussies. Owned. Pussies. Cunts. ... Alan! By Alan!" 

In a last ditch effort to beat him, she managed to ask as she writhed, "Alan, who's the most beautiful woman here?"

Alan had generally been trying to maintain a low profile and not talk, but now he had to answer a very dangerous question. He considered it for a bit, and then came up with a suave answer. "Brenda, you're very beautiful, sure. I love your chest and your cute face. But the most beautiful people here to me are the ones I've known the longest, because I can see their beauty both inside AND out." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 27



That got "Awww" sighs of happiness from everyone but Brenda, as the others all thought of how long they'd known Alan and their many good times together. Each of them felt as if Alan spoke directly to them and only them. 

Brenda, however, realized she was beaten and that he wasn't overwhelmed by her beauty like all the other men she'd known. But losing was never so good. Deep down, she'd actually hoped he wouldn't say she was the most beautiful because her submissive side loved being just one of his many conquests. She was having the best, and certainly the most erotic, time of her life.

Katherine won the next hand and Brenda lost it. Katherine said, "Alan, I think it's time you teach Brenda that little back door trick that Akami showed you." Katherine saw Susan frown, so to appease her she added, "But that's it. Don't take your hands off of her ass."

Needless to say, Alan was delighted. He had been incredibly turned on by their impossibly proportioned guest, but hadn't really had a chance to touch her. He'd been playing it cool towards Brenda all evening, but he couldn't help himself now from smiling with great glee. 

Brenda pulled herself together enough to move over to a couch. Still panting breathlessly, she bent down low and raised her ass up high. Her immense breasts hung down so low that they scraped the fabric of the sofa. 

She babbled semi-coherently and rapidly, "Alan, my ass. My ass. That's my ass. Do it to my ass. Yes! You're gonna... Gonna fuck my ass! So hard. So hard. So big. Big. Up the ass! Asshole. My asshole. Alan. Fuck stud. Sex machine! He's gonna... My ass! Gonna do my ass..."

And that was all before Alan even touched her. 

He rubbed her ass gently all over, causing her to switch to a high-pitched breathy moaning. Then, without any warning, he plunged a finger deep into her anus. 

She cried out earsplitting screams of ecstasy. 

The others had to cover their ears as she went on and on. 

Alan could only wonder what noises she'd make during actual sex. But he kept going, sawing his finger in and out of Brenda's butt for as long as he was allowed. 

She'd never experienced anal penetration of any kind before (both of her husbands, not surprisingly, loved breasts and so generally neglected her ass). She was overwhelmed with what was, to her, a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain. 

Brenda was extremely sexually responsive all over her body. Little did Alan know, but she was particularly responsive to anal stimulation. He had accidentally hit the jackpot with his very first probing of her body. By sheer luck, from now on his touch would be imprinted on her as something exceptionally special. 

Alan pulled his finger out of Brenda's anus so he could lube it up with all of the copious juices dripping from her pussy. He briefly ran his fingers up and down her labia, but then plunged his index finger back in her rear hole. With his other hand he made the most of his opportunity to explore her butt. He kneaded it over and over like a baker making bread. 

Brenda just loved his treatment even more than before. Her previously repressed submissive side seemed to be showing itself more and more.

The others grew jealous as they watched his anal probing. 

Suzanne was increasingly unhappy to hear things like her daughter proclaim herself as an owned pussy, but she was too horny to really put her foot down. She made a note to talk about it with Amy in private, later. 

CHAPTER 4 

Susan was chomping at the bit, particularly pained by the fact that Alan's penis was out of her reach. She finally used her position of authority to demand the game go on. "Okay, enough of that. House rules. Everybody back to their seats!" 

Alan made to go back to where he sat. 

But Brenda moaned to him as he stood up, "Wait! Katherine said that you're not allowed to take your hands off of my ass. You have to obey the dare! Keep them there!"

The remarkable thing was that Brenda was coherent enough to string these thoughts and words together. But her interpretation of the rules was to no avail. It was probably just as well that Alan stopped, because she fell down onto the couch behind her as if she was about to die of pleasure. She writhed around like she was having an epileptic seizure until she had yet another climax. 

Somehow, she recovered after a few minutes and even managed to sit up again at the table. It was all Brenda could do to take and look at the cards she'd been dealt for the next hand. The vibrator still sawed away inside her.

Susan asked with a smirk, "Enjoying yourself, Brenda?"

Brenda laughed. "You could say that again! I don't know what it is, but I've never been so aroused in my whole life! I can hardly stand it." 

It was a moment of relative calm and clarity for her, and she went looking for her cards which had once again fallen to the floor. But she knew it was just the calm before another erotic storm and that before long she'd be cumming and climaxing at full intensity.

Suzanne won the next hand and Susan lost it. Suzanne needed to order someone to do something, so she pointed out, "Susan, you're not stimulating Alan in any way whatsoever! What's with you? I think you need to make it up to him by stimulating his penis with your breasts. A titfuck." She figured this was something Alan and Susan hadn't done enough of, so she hoped this order would further break down on one of Susan's remaining barriers.

In fact, Alan had deliberately sat out of range of his mother's hands after fingering Brenda's ass so his penis could have a couple of minutes to recover. 

But Susan took the blame. "I'm sorry. Sorry, Alan. Sorry, Suzanne. Tiger, let me make it up to you. Please fuck my boobs."

Alan jumped up. "Sweet! I've been waiting for this day!" He wanted to say more, but then remembered his rule: saying too much might ruin things, but silence was always safe. 

Without any further ado he stood up and watched Susan kneel down, so his penis was at the same height as her sizeable orbs. Having her below him emphasized the fact that he was the only one left wearing any clothes. 

Susan pushed her tits together with her hands and waited for him to fill her cleavage, but she was nervous.

"Mommy's afraid, Tiger," she said. "Please go easy."

"Afraid? Why?"

"All of my boobs are so sensitive. Not just the nipples, but every inch. When you touch them it makes me so crazy! So horny! I'm afraid I'm going to pass out. That's why I've been holding out on this, because I'm afraid I'll end up like Brenda over there." 

She motioned towards Brenda with her eyes. 

Alan looked over. 

Brenda somehow managed to sit at the table with the cards in one of her hands, but she was a total wreck. While she mauled one of her tits with her other hand, her eyes glazed over as she stared into space. She appeared to be lost in some erotic nirvana.

"I'll be careful, Mom. If it gets too much, just say something." He cast a quick glance at his sister and added, "Uncle. The word is uncle. If it's too much, just say that." That was the safe word he and his sister had already agreed upon between themselves, too.

"Yes, Tiger," Susan replied obediently as she positioned his long member in her sweaty cleavage.

He slid his penis through her orbs of flesh. There was no need to lubricate them because his erection was positively covered with and still dribbling pre-cum from so many long minutes of being stroked. In fact, his chief worry was that he wouldn't be able to last long. 

Susan merely slathered it around a bit before she began to slide her tits up and down his glistening shaft. 

"Oh-ho-ho yeeaaaahhh..." he let out, as he pushed up into her chest and she squeezed her tits around his tool even tighter. "Oh, so good. Mom!"

"Oh, honey! Tiger! My darling boy! You're fucking my tits! You really are! This feels so right! Why have I denied this to you for so long?!" 

Alan stood before her, pistoning in and out between her mammoth tits.

The others had all repositioned themselves to get a good view and enjoy the sight. 

Brenda was obviously very fascinated by mother-son incest and turned her full attention to the titfuck. She still couldn't get over the fact that a mother and son would do such things and stated the obvious: "Alan! She's your mother! You're fucking your mother's tits! Susan! That's your son! He's your son, for crying out loud! I can't believe what I'm seeing!" She thought of her son Adrian, and that was so arousing that she had to force herself to think of other things. She rubbed her clit and moaned louder than even Susan.

These comments only spurred their passion. Things were going quite well, as Alan stroked and stroked her soft channel, until Susan said, "Son, do you like them? Are these your favorite tits?"

"I love them! Mom, they're the greatest! The best tits in the world! So big and so soft! Yes!"

This comment was not wise. He was lost in the moment and not mindful of his audience. Every other female in the room was offended, especially Suzanne and Brenda. 

However, in Brenda's case it actually increased her desire for Alan even more. The fact that a man actually preferred another pair of tits over her own completely staggered her. It meant that she'd have to try that much harder to impress him. She cried out as she frigged herself faster, "Fuck your mommy!"

Suzanne thought she was clever to get the titfuck to happen, but now her jealous side was raging since Alan had just said he preferred Susan's breasts over her own. She couldn't stand to watch him fuck those very same "victorious" breasts. It burned her up knowing that her breasts and Susan's were identical in nearly every way, except for the lighter color of Suzanne's skin. She announced, "We can't just sit here forever. Knowing Alan, we could be here all day before he cums. Can the two of you hold cards while you do that?"

"I, uh, I think so," Alan panted.

"No! No cards!" Susan panted even louder. "Holding tits! Must hold my tits up! Uh. Ah. Fucking. Uh. Alan fucking! My tits! My tits! My best tits! The best!"

Suzanne seemed unfazed by their passion, but frowned at Susan mentioning how her tits were the best. She paused to collect herself, then said, "All right, we'll play this next hand without Susan then." 

So the others all drew cards. Suzanne had to put Alan's cards in his hands, as he wasn't even facing the table.

Not surprisingly, for once Alan didn't win. He didn't even get a good look at his cards. Katherine won instead and Brenda lost again. 

Katherine wanted the titfuck to end, since she also was greatly annoyed by Alan's "best tits in the world" comment. Though she was jealous of Brenda, she knew that Brenda was the one person that could get Alan to stop his intense titfuck. She said, "Brenda, once you're at least semi-coherent, it's time that Alan manhandles your boobs and sucks your nipples."

Brenda could hardly believe it. She still hadn't recovered from Alan's handling of her ass, and watching the titfuck had her on the verge of complete ecstasy yet again. But she wanted more. She wanted it all. As she offered up her giant tits to the lucky teenaged boy, she cried out, "Oh yes! God, yes! Do it, Alan! Do ME!" 

The very thought of Alan manhandling her rack excited her so much that she touched her clit and set off another world-shattering orgasm.

Alan disengaged from his mother and turned around to look at Brenda and Katherine. In the thrill of the moment he'd completely forgotten his effort to play hard to get Brenda. He said joyously, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sister! I totally owe you one! I can't wait to get my hands on those huge tits. Those mountains! God, they're the most amazing tits I've ever seen! Brenda, words can't even describe how incredible your rack is. I totally want to do you all the way right now."

They weren't exactly the most poetic words ever spoken, but they put Brenda in seventh heaven just the same. 

Unfortunately, this was Alan's second faux pas of the evening. By now calling Brenda's breasts the best, he made everyone else upset at him and even more jealous at Brenda. 

Katherine, as usual, was much more jealous than Amy. She frowned deeply and again silently cursed at Alan's ban on having sex with her in the house, and her grounding that prevented her from having it elsewhere. She felt like she was slipping behind in the battle for Alan's heart. She was so upset that she held her tongue for fear of saying something that would make her fall even further behind. Instead, she gave Brenda the evil eye. 

But Susan was even more peeved at Brenda. Who is this Brenda with her freak tits taking my Tiger away from me? He was just saying how great mine are. I want him to think MY tits are the best, not this ridiculous tit-woman! 

The fact that Alan stopped the titfuck with her to go to Brenda's tits brought her anger to a new level.

Since Alan was still in her grasp, Susan launched an all out sex attack on Alan to make him completely forget about Brenda. She spun him around roughly. Then she took his erection deep in her mouth and sucked on it with an unusual intensity and passion. 

At the same time, she grabbed his balls with one hand and stuck a finger up his anus with the other. As she was bent over his lap from sitting next to him, she rubbed her hard nipples into the side of his thighs as best she could. All of that, plus the thought of groping and kissing Brenda, caused Alan to lose his grip on his PC muscle control before he could even get up and perform the dare. 

His cum began flying out the tip of his dick. It only traveled a couple of inches before hitting the back of Susan's throat. He was normally fairly quiet during sex, but this felt so good that he yelled out loudly and completely incoherently. "Rrraauuuuuggghhhh!"

Susan drank up all of Alan's cum while the others watched. She was pleased to see that now it was Brenda's turn to be burning up with jealousy. Ha! Take that, tit freak! Your tits may be bigger, but Tiger comes to MY chest for all his titfucking needs! 

Then, as her son's cum still dribbled down her chin, she stood up and announced, "Okay kids, that's it. Party's over. Everybody has to go home."

CHAPTER 5

Susan's command launched a chorus of complaints, as everyone tried to speak at once. The general gist was to incredulously ask Susan why they had to stop.

As she stood with her hands defiantly on her hips and her son's cum dangling all over her lower face, she answered, "This game is turning into a full-blown orgy, and we're starting to break boundaries. Alan just said he wants to fuck Brenda, and look at Amy. She's been putting her fingers in Katherine's pussy, even though the dare specifically prohibited that. In fact, they should have stopped performing that dare AGES ago. I have to put my foot down before this spins out of control!" 

She punctuated that by stomping her foot. "Everybody's drunk with far too much wine. Plus, it's late, and my two children here have to go to school tomorrow. School! You do remember the concept of school, don't you?" 

She punctuated her words by stomping her foot some more, which caused the ropes of cum dangling from her chin to wobble from side to side. She continued, "Not only that, but Alan finally had his orgasm, which is the most important thing, medically speaking. We've removed the tremendous pressure of all that sperm building up in his balls for a few hours, at least. So it's all over, and no complaining!"

There was more complaining anyway, and Brenda complained the loudest of all. When Brenda saw Susan's aggressive sexual attack on her son, her arousal level ratcheted up even higher, to yet another previously unreached and even undreamed of peak. Despite her overwhelmed and ragged state, she wanted the night's fun to go on and on forever. 

But Susan remained firm and stared the others down. 

The group slowly broke up as everyone began to put their clothes back on. 

Susan's main real reason for breaking things up was that she was very jealous of Brenda, and didn't want Alan to get to intimately know her monstrously large tits. Plus, she saw things in a different light once she had her own orgasm while she gobbled up Alan's semen. She usually had more regrets and doubts after an orgasm, but this time the post-coital blues had made her particularly moody.

Most of the women were very horny, as the sexual intensity had built up and up for hours, but only Brenda had gotten enough orgasms (in fact, she'd gotten enough for everyone and then some). So Katherine and Amy ran off to Katherine's room to be with their dildos and more pussy "shaving" of each other as quickly as they could.

Suzanne and Susan wanted their own masturbation time, but as the adults they felt obliged to escort Brenda to the door first. 

Alan also remained behind and hoped to prolong his experience with the three most drop dead gorgeous big-titted women he'd ever seen for a little bit longer. The fact that they were all completely naked by now made it impossible for him not to follow them and admire their swaying asses as they walked. 

Suzanne took Brenda's clothes from where she'd put them in the underwear cabinet and held them up. She was disgruntled about some things that had happened, most especially how events again seemed to spin out of her control and how Alan had indirectly insulted her chest twice. But her pride at Brenda obviously falling completely under Alan's spell led her to triumphantly say to her buxom new friend, "So, do you still see a problem with us helping Alan out with his problem?"

Brenda could scarcely believe how much her attitudes had changed because of the game. Before the evening started she would have loudly proclaimed incest was wrong; now, she felt like rushing home and ravaging her son Adrian all night long. Seeing Susan jack off Alan and then get titfucked by him had completely destroyed her moral reservations. She said without hesitation, "No. I'm so fine with it! Completely fine with it. I would never have believed it though. I've never done anything this incredible. When can we do this again?"

"Next Wednesday, of course," Suzanne answered. She still held Brenda's clothes, so she could admire her one of a kind body in its complete glory a little longer.

"But that's a week away!" Brenda whined like a little girl. "Can't we do it sooner? This weekend, maybe? Friday night?!"

"No," Suzanne said with a resolute shake of her head. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and we have a lot of fun plans with Alan to keep us busy. I for one haven't been getting nearly enough of his cock or his attention as I'd like." With just a little bit of envy at Brenda's gravity-defying body, Suzanne uncharacteristically added the dig, "But don't worry, I'll think of you next time I suck him off." 

Brenda literally put her hands together in front of her chest and begged. "Pleeeeeasse? Pretty please? I'll be so good. I really will! I'll do whatever you want. Just let me have a little bit of time with..." 

Her voice trailed off as she remembered that Alan was in the room. She glanced at him briefly, but then closed her eyes and she continued in deep humiliation, "Just let me have some time with Alan. ... And his cock."

Suzanne goaded her, "And just what do you want to do with his cock?"

Brenda blushed even more furiously. "I, I, I want to put it in my... In my mouth. And in my..." She was dying of shame and couldn't go on. It wouldn't have been that tough for her to say what she wanted except that she was all too aware Alan was standing by and listening. 

"And what?" Suzanne prodded. 

Brenda quietly whispered. "And... in my cleavage." 

Suzanne could have prodded her some more about where she wanted Alan's cock, but she cut her some slack and changed the topic. "Hmm. So you say you'll do anything. Anything?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 27



Brenda nodded vigorously, which caused her naked, mammoth tits to shake with the motion. "Anything," she confirmed. 

She finally had the willpower to open her eyes. She looked over at Alan so lustfully that he was nearly bowled over and not a little afraid of what she might resort to in order to be with him. She looked possessed with desperate need. Knowing that her tits were her best asset, she dropped her hands from in front of her chest and arched her back to make her tits thrust out even more than usual. It was hard to imagine that such a curvy woman offering herself like that could be turned down by anyone of either sex.

Suzanne was sold on the idea. She appealed to Susan with hope in her eyes. 

Susan shook her head no. She even had a scowl on her face because she was still thinking about how Alan had praised Brenda's breasts over her own. 

Alan remained quiet, again deciding that discretion was the better part of valor. But he was certainly rooting for Brenda to get her way. 

However, in deference to her best friend, Suzanne said, "I guess not," She herself was a bit disappointed at Susan's stance, now that it came to putting one's foot down. She was aware that it wasn't exactly every day one had a buxom multimillionaire basically begging to be your sex slave just to get a little taste of teenage cock. 

But she realized that Susan's feelings came first. She explained to the still begging Brenda, "Susan is going to see the psychologist on Friday about some things. We can discuss this after then, but no guarantees. It looks like she's upset with something. Maybe that we were taking things too far. Maybe by some things that were said. And Alan will be gone all weekend on a hiking trip in any case. But at least for you there's next Wednesday."

Brenda bowed her head in disappointment. Slowly and sadly, she put her skimpy outfit back on, picked up her overcoat, and made to go. 

She looked forlornly at Alan. He was the man with the magic touch. He'd effortlessly brought out her buried submissive urges. She hardly knew him from a hole in the ground, but she was sure that she needed him more than she'd ever needed anyone in her life. If she had to wait, she would wait. 

But Suzanne was too turned on to have Brenda leave that easily. She said, "Before you go, now that you know our sexual traditions, you have to follow them all. And another tradition we have is that whenever anyone comes or goes, they have to French kiss each other hello or good-bye. It's only polite. I'm afraid, for your sake, that that includes women with women."

Before Brenda realized what was happening, Suzanne leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Brenda reflexively tried to pull away, but Suzanne grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her to keep kissing. Eventually, Brenda put her tongue in Suzanne's mouth and halfheartedly kissed back.

Suzanne pulled away when the long kiss came to an end, and said, "I thought you said that you'd be good, and you'd do anything. If you want me to even consider you being invited back here before next Wednesday, then I expect a better kiss than that."  

Brenda was shamefaced and red as a beet. Everyone there clearly recalled Brenda's earlier protests against any lesbian contact. But she meekly said, "I'll be good. ... For Alan. I'll do it for Alan. Let me try again." 

Suzanne pulled in for another kiss. 

This time Brenda did her best to kiss back. She tried to imagine that she was kissing Alan, and that worked wonders for her enthusiasm. In fact, before long she was kissing like a woman completely possessed. She'd been so aroused all evening that it would take hours for her to come down from her erotic high. 

Brenda was now clothed, so Suzanne was frustrated in her desire to grapple and grope Brenda's tits like she wanted to. Aware that an irked Susan looked on, she limited herself to a few gropes over Brenda's leather top.

The next kiss lasted several minutes while Susan and Alan stood nearby and waited for them. Alan had never really taken his clothes off and he'd zipped up his shorts since going flaccid, but Susan was still naked. 

It had been a good ten minutes since his last climax, more than enough time for him to recover, and he was excited again. So he grabbed his mother's hand, unzipped his shorts, and put her hand on his turgid tool. He knew that he didn't have to ask or say anything. 

She began stroking it automatically and without thinking. Her only reaction was to turn towards him briefly and warmly smile in gratitude at being given the opportunity to touch and stroke his hot meat again.

When this long kiss came to an end, Suzanne pulled back and said, "Much better. Much. It was almost as if you meant it. Now, you have to kiss Susan."

Susan didn't expect that. She waved the suggestion off with her free hand. "No, really, you don't have to if you don't want to," she said to Brenda. "I'm perfectly occupied over here." She didn't want to kiss someone she was angry at.

Suzanne was stern with Susan, though. "What about the rules? You said we have to follow the rules, and you can't exclude yourself when you please."

"Oh, poo! ... Okay, I guess," Susan said doubtfully. She knew that fighting Suzanne was almost always a losing battle. 

Brenda's body had aroused her in the past; for instance they'd talked about Brenda's rack when the two of them first kissed each other. But this evening those same tits had put her into a jealous rage. So she was torn. She roused herself enough to say, "Brenda, kiss me," but it came out sounding halfhearted.

Brenda was now ready to do anything she was told, if it meant she could get more orgasms like the nearly nonstop series she'd had during the strip poker game. Plus, she hoped she could taste some of Alan's cum on Susan's face. She leaned into Susan and did her best to kiss her. 

Because Susan was naked, Brenda experimented with putting her hands on Susan's naked tits. She was curious to feel a pair of tits nearly as large as her own. However, she'd never fondled another woman before and was very tentative. Yet Brenda had to do virtually all the embracing because Susan never took her hand away from stroking Alan's shaft. 

Brenda tried to touch Alan's penis in mid-kiss, but Susan slapped her hand away. She was also disappointed that Susan was licked up her face already, leaving nothing but the faintest trace of Alan's cum for Brenda.

When the kiss ended, Brenda decided, Kissing a woman isn't such a bad thing once you got used to it. I think I can grow to enjoy this, assuming that these two are going to make me do it a lot more in the future. And I think that's a safe assumption. She also decided, subconsciously, that fondling breasts felt pretty good.

She then made another move towards the door to go, but Alan said, "Wait a minute. What about my good-bye kiss? You still owe me one, Brenda. Plus, don't forget the dare we never got to do." 

Brenda's eyes lit up like a happy puppy dog. However, she knew Susan had to approve the idea, so she looked at Susan anxiously.

Susan glared and frowned. 

But Suzanne said, "The kid's got a point." She joked as she stared at Brenda's rack, "Two points, actually." 

Before there could be any argument, Alan grabbed Brenda, pulled her towards him, and kissed the her. He made sure she came to him so his mother could continue jacking him off while he kissed. 

Susan let out her jealous anger through extra-vigorous fondling of her son's raging erection. Luckily for Alan, he still had a ways to go before reaching a climax. 

Brenda kissed back with a hungry passion. She had completely given in to her lusts. 

However, Alan wasn't content just to kiss. He pulled her leather top from off of her boobs and then got down to the business of seriously exploring Brenda's twin peaks. He was already a man very intimate with many impressive chests, but he thought to himself, Jesus! Two hands isn't enough for one tit! I have to have more of this! He leaned down and sucked on her jutting nipples.

A very cross Susan ordered, "Okay, the kiss is over. Your mouths aren't touching. That's the end."

Alan reluctantly withdrew after another brief French kiss. 

Brenda found that her legs were quivering and her hips were involuntarily bucking upwards, as if to fuck an imaginary penis. She turned around and was about to walk away when Alan reached up from behind and renewed his manual assault on her chest while he kissed her on the back and around the neck. 

He thought, I don't care what Mom says - I just can't get enough of these fucking squeezable watermelons! 

Brenda groaned and bucked her hips harder.

"Alan?" yelled Susan. "Alan! Listen to me! You stop that this minute! You hear me?" She was really pissed now, but that didn't stop her from continuing to intently pump his thick rod. She hadn't stopped for one second ever since he'd put her hands on it. In fact, getting angry at him also got her even more aroused by him. 

Alan finally let go of Brenda. 

Susan tried to step in between them. She stood up close to Alan so she could slide his erection up and down her thighs. She even slid it over a wet inner thigh in a desperate and angry attempt to distract him from Brenda. Her hand holding it and guiding it continued to squeeze and stroke it as well. She had become a most excellent penis pleaser. 

He looked back at his mother's mean face and then whispered in Brenda's ear, "Don't worry, she just a little jealous of your tits. She'll get over it. Especially if you make her happy next time. I saw the way you were fondling her boobs. I expect you to do more of that." 

Brenda moaned again and squeezed her hands over her own giant breasts. She pulled her skimpy top back up over her extremely extended nipples and finally put on her overcoat. 

Suzanne figured she'd go home momentarily, and since they all stood near the underwear cabinet, she put on her clothes too (she dressed quite formally, as she'd told her husband that she was going to an investment club meeting). 

Susan was cold and wanted to dress, but she also didn't want to stop jacking off her son even for a moment, so Alan picked out a top for her and slipped it over her head. She remained naked from the waist down.

Brenda blew kisses at everyone and said, "God, that was weird, but I had the most wonderful time. Alan, I can't wait until we..." - she looked over at Susan and toned down her words, blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush - "... uh, until we get to know each other better." 

Her eyes lingered at the sight of Susan's hands frantically sliding up and down Alan's dick and once again she thought of her own son, Adrian. She could have stood there forever, transfixed, but a deliberate cough from Suzanne snapped her out of it. She said, "Thanks so much everyone for inviting me. I hope we can play again next week. See ya soon!" Then she left.

Everyone had forgotten the vibrator still in Brenda. She was so frazzled that she'd even unthinkingly put her dress on over it. It wasn't until she nearly got in an accident on the way home that she fully realized it was still deeply filling her vagina. But she didn't take it out. 

Back home, she was relieved to see that her son was asleep so she could continue to play with herself. She vowed that a fantasy was one thing and reality was another - she couldn't actually do anything sexual with her own son. 

In fact, staring that real prospect in the face cooled her down some, but not much, and not for long. She vigorously worked on her tits and set the vibrator to high, so she could have one last shattering climax. Then she finally took it out and passed out for the night. It had been the greatest evening of her life. 

Suzanne immediately turned to Susan, whose hands continued to piston Alan's penis. "So how about it Susan? Another poker game before next Wednesday? You have to admit that was lots of fun."

"NO. End of discussion." She would have stomped off to make her point clear, but once she had her hands on her son's penis there was no way she was going to take them off until she received a big load in her mouth.

Suzanne finished putting her street clothes on in anticipation of the short walk home, but she put on an overcoat for good measure. She playfully wagged her finger at Susan and said, "I think somebody's jealous!" She used the voice kids use when they say things like, "I saw Jenny kissing Johnny!"

"Jealous? I don't know what you're talking about," Susan said disingenuously. 

Alan was nearly lost in the throes of the handjob's pleasures. He groaned and put his hand on his mother's hand, indicating she had to pause for a bit. He'd been using his PC muscle training to its fullest extent to prevent from cumming, and was fairly amazed at all the stimulation he'd managed to endure.

CHAPTER 6

Suzanne put her hand on the door, ready to leave, but then a thought occurred to her. She asked Alan, "How many times have you cum today, Sweetie?"

Alan counted in his head, somewhat able to think again now that Susan was merely lightly stroking his dick. Mom in the morning, Glory at school, a wicked Heather fuck, Glory again, no, wait. I didn't climax then. Amy and Sis together with the whole crazy milk thing, Suzanne after that with a Sis assist, then Mom again during the poker game. Six times. Is that all? Strange. I thought for sure it was at least eight. "Let's see. Six times. And now Mom is working on her third time helping me, as you can see. We're close. So close!"

"Only six times? But you're aiming for eight each day this week for the scouting trip. And Susan, didn't you say earlier that I was in charge of Alan's penis for the rest of the evening? What happened to that? I think I need to take over here."

"NoooOOOoooo!" whined Susan. "I thought you were going home. Won't your husband be worried?"

"Good point. I'll give him a quick call. Now take your hands off before you make my Sweetie cum. Didn't you just say you're not the jealous type? So you won't mind if I take Alan back to his room."

"But..." Susan's mind spun into high gear as she fretfully tried to think of some reason not to relinquish what was now a near death-grip on her son's penis. But she didn't have a devious mind like Suzanne's and couldn't think of a single rational excuse. She visibly deflated with the defeat. 

She picked up speed in her stroking, hoping to get her son to blow his load before she had to hand him over. She asked, stalling for time, "Are you sure about that? You're just joking. Right?"

Suzanne chided, "Who said I had his penis for the rest of the evening?"

"Some best friend you are," Susan grumbled, but she handed Alan over. She literally handed Suzanne Alan's penis, giving it a few final double fisted strokes as her last hopes to make him cum dwindled down to nothing. 

Suzanne began to piston her hand to the same rhythm that Susan had just started. Between them, they barely skipped a beat. But Suzanne saw the way Alan's face was straining with effort not to cum and she quickly slowed down her pace to just a feather light fingering up and down his shaft. 

Susan stood there and watched enviously while Suzanne stood on the other side of Alan and silently stroked away. 

Suzanne found it difficult not to crow about her victory. It took a great deal of willpower for her not to say anything or even look in Susan's direction because she didn't trust herself at this moment. 

She decided it would be better to leave Susan so she could fully enjoy herself without jealousy issues. She forced herself to be nice, at least for the moment. She held out her free arm towards Susan like she expected a hug, and said to her best friend with a sweet smile of her full, red lips, "Goodnight kiss."

Susan gave Suzanne a hug and goodnight kiss. A tinge of sadness came through, but all in all the intimate contact restored good feelings between the two of them. 

Suzanne was pleased to see that, although the morning had started out with a no kiss ban from Susan, the ban didn't even last the day. The two of them French kissed for several minutes while Suzanne continued to wank Alan. Unfortunately, Suzanne was fully (and quite formally) dressed and Susan partially dressed, so they didn't go as far in groping each other as they otherwise would have. 

Suzanne thought, as the kiss went on, Now, THIS is why I scheme so much. Alan's cock in my hand and Susan's lips on mine - if only I could be fondling Katherine or Brenda with my other hand, life would be complete. People who don't take risks are such chumps.

The kiss finally came to an end. Susan remained in a loose embrace with Suzanne, mostly so she could continue to gaze longingly at her friend's hands stroking up and down her son's penis. She wanted those to be her hands. She'd never shared her son's penis with Suzanne before, and wondered if Suzanne would be receptive if they started sharing now. She reached towards Alan's groin. 

Suzanne, though, gently but firmly blocked Susan's hand with one of her own before it could reach Alan's slicked up erection. Her jealous feelings and her desire to rub in her victory came back with a vengeance. But she choked back those feelings because she wanted to go upstairs and play with Alan, not fight with Susan. She said with a trace of annoyance, "Goodnight, Susan. See you tomorrow."

However, Alan chimed in right then and spoiled Suzanne's plans for a quick exit. "Yeah, goodnight, Mom. Don't I get my goodnight kiss too?"

Susan had been holding off, hoping to do that in his bed. But she realized there was no reason why she couldn't kiss him now and then kiss him again later. So Suzanne had to wait a couple more minutes before she could have her privacy. 

It actually felt strange to Alan to have to kiss his mother without her being topless, but he refrained from taking anything off and taking things much further because he could tell Suzanne was getting antsy. As a result, the kiss was rather hurried and tame. His penis was also briefly unoccupied during the kiss, for a change, because any more stimulation would have set him off. He was still teetering right on the edge of cumming and made sure to keep Susan's grabby hands away. He at least got to play with her tits through her clothing, even though doing so was tempting fate in his goal not to cum too soon. 

Suzanne said to Susan, "Friend, I love how we're passing the cock back and forth. Imagine a future when you and I can take turns holding Alan's cock all day long. We can have it in our mouths, in our hands, in our tits, in our butts, and who knows where else." She looked at Alan and winked with that last suggestion. "But you don't have to imagine that future, because it's already here." 

Susan's eyes went wide with excitement. She tried to reply, but words got caught in her throat. There was a part of her that felt she should protest and reaffirm boundaries, but she didn't want to. Instead, she ran off to her bedroom to masturbate over Suzanne's vision.

Suzanne's problem was that it had gotten very late and she needed to talk to her husband. Now that Susan had left the room, she lingered a few moments more until she was sure Susan was gone, then said to Alan, "Sweetie, since I'm all dressed up, I'm going to show my face briefly back at home so my hubby doesn't worry about me. By the way, how does that make you feel, to commit adultery with me while my husband waits right next door?" 

Alan was taken aback by the question. It was a topic Suzanne had always avoided with him. He himself tried not to think about it because he considered himself a good person and breaking up a marriage didn't fit in with that image. Deep down, he got a thrill out of cuckolding Eric Pestridge (not to mention his own father), but he couldn't admit that to himself. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 27



Suzanne could see a pained look on his face, so she said, "Never mind. Scratch that question. Keep in mind that he and I don't love each other any more, so it doesn't matter. Wait for me in your room. You're right on the verge now and need a longer break anyway. I'm gonna be as fast as I can, though. Heck, I'm not even gonna shower before going home, like usual. Don't let your mom come in and steal you away from me." She joked, "Set up a blockade and pile furniture up against the door if you have to."  

Suzanne was back in less than five minutes. She went straight to Alan's room naked except for her stockings, where he waited expectantly, also naked. "Brenda and that poker game got me all worked up, didn't it for you?" she asked him.

"Hell yeah," he answered enthusiastically.

The two of them sized each other up. Both clearly had sex on the brain and were ready to fuck each other senseless. 

Alan was weary after another day's exhausting sexual activity, but he was fairly certain that this was the time he would finally get to fuck Suzanne, so he'd psyched himself up. He'd gotten quite nervous while he waited for her to return.

Suzanne was crazy with desire to fuck, but there was one thing that held her back - fear that Susan was listening in. Eavesdropping at Alan's door was so common now that it was nearly comical. She figured that the way she'd taken over from Susan, odds were excellent that the sexually frustrated mother would be right outside the door and waiting for a chance to have a very thorough goodnight kiss (if she wasn't too busy masturbating). 

So first she had to know if the coast was clear. As she'd just entered the room, she decided to stall for a couple of minutes to see if Susan would come by to spy or not.

Suzanne walked over to Alan and said, "Hey, Mister Pussy Tamer, can you put me in the mood with a little bit of tongue?"

Alan was quite surprised, but then he realized this didn't necessarily mean no fucking; it was just foreplay. Keeping to his usual "don't say anything stupid to ruin the mood" strategy, he said, "Uh, yeah."

She sat up on her heels in his bed and let him lick. She was impressed - he did it with gusto, and better than ever before. She could tell he'd had more practice at it recently. 

He lapped his tongue and probed her inner reaches with it. He now knew just how to work her clit, and he never stopped teasing her little nub.

After a couple of minutes where she just leaned back onto some throw pillows and let him do all the work, she said, "You're really getting good at that, do you know that? How did you get so good since we did it last?"

He paused for a short rest. "Thanks. I've been learning in school."

Suzanne laughed. "In school? They're doing practical sex ed now? And to think, I had to learn less useful stuff like reading and writing."

"That's not what I mean," he complained. "You know I'm getting help at school too, from my chart."

"Ah yes. The mysterious extra check or two every day. Your mother and I have speculated over what that meant many times during our morning exercises. So who has it been all this time? I hope you're not risking it with your sister there."

"No. You know me. I try to be at least somewhat prudent. I can't tell you who it is."

"Ooooh! The mystery deepens! Hmm. Just how far have you gone with this Lady X figure? Has this teacher of yours taught you how to sixty nine?"

"We haven't done that yet, surprisingly enough. But how did you know she's my teacher?"

"A-ha! A clue! I was using teacher in the sense of one who teaches, but I'm glad I did. Let's see... What teacher would you be doing it with? That's easy. Ms. Rhymer is one lucky broad."

"Hey! How did you know that?"

"Duh! Now you've completely given it away, silly boy. You've only had a crush on her for two years now. And how many other female teachers do you have this semester, much less teachers up to your exacting standards of beauty? It's a no-brainer. It's a lucky thing you don't have more gorgeous female teachers, because knowing your way with women, we'd never get you home after school. But why are we sitting here talking when we can be doing more fun things?"

"Will you keep that a secret? She could really get in trouble with having an affair with a student."

"And I could really get in trouble with having an adulterous affair with the teenaged son of my best friend. Of course I'll keep it a secret. I won't even tell Susan if you don't want me to. Though of course she's bound to find out sooner or later. But out of curiosity, are you fucking Ms. Rhymer yet?"

"Not yet. Just like you and Susan, she'll let me go so far, but won't let me actually fuck. It's so frustrating!"

"Oh poor, poor boy," Suzanne said half-sarcastically. "You're just like so many teenagers with a large harem of women who spend too much time cocksucking and not enough time fucking. I think I saw a tragic TV movie on that very topic."

His penis pricked up at the mention of "large harem of women." He thought, Aha! Suzanne confirms it! I DO have a harem. I'll bet that she doesn't see herself as one of my sex... maidens, though. She puts herself in a special category. 

But he tried to play it cool, and answered, "Very cute, but it is a real frustration. It's like you get so close but are still so far. It's like, you go with a woman to the beach and she lets you put it in her pussy, but then you have to take it back out again. And that's it. Three days later, still no nookie."

Suzanne laughed. "Who might you be talking about now?" She knew full well it was her.

"Um, Suzanne, what's with all this talking and foreplay? I was kind of hoping that we could, you know..."

"Sweetie, are you suddenly afraid to use the word 'fuck'? What's with your bashfulness?"

He blushed a little. "I don't know. I'm sorry. I get so confused. What's allowed? How aggressive can I be? Should I be more aggressive? I don't understand what women want. Lately, I'm trying to be more considerate, you know, like listening more, and pleasing others more."

"Sweetie, I really appreciate the effort, and the nice tongue work. But have some balls too! Don't be so accepting of the rules. Don't always wait for me to tell you what you can do. Try pushing your luck more often. When I came in this room, you should have been all over me, and make me have to fight you off, if I'm not ready to fuck."

She decided enough time had passed and either Susan would be at the door, or not. So she said, "Let's try this again. I'll pretend I'm coming in again, and you act more aggressively."

She walked to Alan's door, and put her ear to it. But she couldn't hear any breathing. She didn't know if that was because Susan (or Katherine) wasn't there, or if there was an eavesdropper who just hadn't gotten really aroused yet. So she said, "I'm going to open the door and come back in." She opened the door a crack, and heard the sound of high heels scurrying across the carpeted hallway. She caught a quick glimpse of Susan as she ducked into the bathroom right across the hall.

Fuck, she whispered. Foiled again. Looks like I do have to behave, somewhat.

She hurried back to Alan's bed, knowing that she could talk out loud briefly before Susan returned to the door. "Sweetie, I'm afraid we have company. A certain big-titted mommy is listening in, that horny bit-, uh that horny big sneak. The fact is, I want to fuck you as bad as you want to fuck me, but we can't do it with her there."

Alan appeared devastated, and she was nearly as disappointed. 

She further explained, quieter now, "I don't care too much any more if she finds out, but I don't want our first fuck to be interrupted by some angry scene. I just about stole your penis straight from her mouth a few minutes ago, so she'd be particularly pissy, not to mention this whole psychologist thing. I want our first time to be perfect. You are I are going to go to a private place and do it right, where we can scream to our hearts' content. So no more mention of any of this, okay? She'll be back soon, if she isn't trying to overhear our quiet whispering already."

"Okay," he answered, and only halfheartedly tried to keep his voice down. He thought to himself, I'm too fucking understanding sometimes. I should just say, "No, it's not okay," and fuck her like a raging beast. I'm just too fucking agreeable and polite. If I'm really a harem master, I need to take charge, and even take charge of Suzanne. I love her, but I'd love her even more if she eagerly obeyed my every whim, instead of always scheming. Wouldn't it be great if we fucked like rabbits with Mom pounding on the door, trying in vain to get us to stop? Dang. I just can't stand to see my mom get upset, though.

CHAPTER 7

Suzanne pondered the situation. Okay, so we can't fuck. However, what if he fucks me up the ass? If I can get him into it, that'll be another thing to give me an edge over everyone else, because of my superior experience and natural skill. I can out-fuck anyone, in any position. And with Susan listening, it'll help drive her further down the slippery slope. I like it!

As she renewed the conversation, there was a twinkle in her eye. "Listen, Sweetie, we can still respect your mother's boundaries AND fuck. We can use the other hole."

Alan looked at her dumbly. "A blowjob? An aggressive mouth fuck?"

"No, silly. Not that hole. Has anyone taught you about anal sex yet?"

"Anal sex? No, that's one thing I don't want to learn. That's so gross and soooo gay. It's just for gay guys."

"No it isn't. Hell, even my husband fucked me in the ass on occasion, back when we were actually in love and had sex from time to time. Just think of it as a hole. It's just like a pussy, but even better in a way because it's tighter."

"I don't know. It's too weird. The idea grosses me out."

"Alan, I'm disappointed in you. I expect you to be more open about people with other sexual orientations. Okay, look. It's one thing not to want to be fucked in the ass. That's okay. I wouldn't ask you or want you to do that. But fucking a woman in the ass is totally different. A WOMAN, remember. Not to mention, you've had your finger up women's asses often enough lately. Wasn't Brenda having fun when you fingered her ass earlier?" 

"Yeah, but that's different." 

"How? Just close your eyes and imagine you're fucking my cunt, doggy style. The holes are practically right next to each other, anyway. It's almost the same. And it feels good! Both for me and for you. Not all women like it, but I do."

He still complained, "Why can't I just fuck your pussy then? That would feel even better."

Suzanne leaned into his ear and whispered, "Let's not talk about that. Remember? Your mother might have been temporarily frightened off, but she's probably back with her ear to your door by now." Then she said, much louder, assuming Susan could hear, "You're such a kidder. Of course we can't do that. You'll just have to content yourself with fucking my ass. I want to be your first assfuck." 

Her voice dropped down again. "Katherine was your first fuck and first kiss, Akami was your first titfuck, and Glory was your first carpet munching." Speaking in a loud voice again, she continued, "I want to be your first something. You may find you like it even more than fucking a pussy. Some guys do."

"Yeah, those are fuckin' gay guys."

"Alan! Stop being so homophobic. Normally you're so mature for your age that this kind of attitude pisses me off. Haven't you noticed I'm a woman, and I'm asking you to fuck me up the ass? Should I go ask one of your friends, like Peter or Sean, if you're not willing? I'm sure they'd be more than happy to help me out." 

He knew that was an empty threat, but it still drove his competitive instinct. It made him remember how lucky he was to be in the same room as a naked and horny Suzanne. Any of his friends would have given their right testicle to be in his place. 

Suzanne sat on all fours on his bed, and thrust her ass up high to tempt him. She wiggled it seductively and said, "Come and get it." 

But Alan was more interested in her drooling and gaping pussy than what seemed to be the impossibly small, puckered hole just above it.

However, he said, "Okay, okay, I'll give it a try. Peter or Sean? Yeah, right. Talk about an empty threat. And I'm sorry about the comments, but remember I'm still a teenager. A couple of years ago I said 'that's so gay' or 'that's so lame' about every third sentence. I'm suddenly being treated like an adult at home, but my voice still cracks sometimes. This is all too strange." 

"Your voice hasn't cracked in weeks, Sweetie. All this sexual activity seems to have set off chemical reactions turning you more into a real man every day. Your voice is actually noticeably deeper than it was last month, and I'm not just saying that. You're a real man now, and a real man like you isn't afraid of anal sex." She cleverly implied that he wasn't really a man unless he did this - she'd found this technique was almost always successful with any male.

He paused and thought some more. "I'll try it out. ... But if I don't like it, then that's it, okay?"

"Sure," she said, her ass wagging seductively in his direction. "But I guarantee you'll like it."

At first, he was still reluctant, and toyed with Suzanne's lovely body. He especially enjoyed fondling her ass and running his fingers through the wetness of her inner thighs. 

She applied Vaseline to his penis and her hole, and then she sat back up on all fours on his bed. He knelt behind her and drew his penis in between her legs. 

He joked, "These two holes look so similar. I can't tell which is which. Maybe I'll just stick this thing here in this hole." He began to gently poke his erection around the entrance to her pussy.

"Don't you dare!" Suzanne cried as she pulled her hips away from him, even though she desperately wanted to thrust her hips in the opposite direction and impale herself on his shaft. She couldn't forget the thought of Susan listening in on the other side of the door. "Come on! Don't betray my trust or I'm gonna tell on you," she teased him back. "I'm going to say that you've been a very, very bad boy. Good fucker, but bad boy."

He positioned the penis over the other hole. "Okay, here goes..." He tried to slowly put the head in, but it just wouldn't fit. "It's not working," he finally said.

"Just be more forceful," Suzanne told him. "Stick in it with all your might and don't worry how I feel. Just do it!" 

So he did. Slowly but surely it slid in. He felt his penis was being squeezed like a vise, and he wasn't sure what to think about it. 

But really it was only the head of his penis that went in. He was afraid to hurt her if he went any further. "That's all I can do, the hole is just too small."

"Let me be the judge of that. I've never had any cocks in there larger than your long fat one, but I've had dildos go in there bigger than you."

Alan did some logical deduction. She's said she's had anal sex with her husband and she said that she's never had a dick in her ass larger than mine. Therefore, my dick must be bigger than Eric's. That's pretty cool. He turned his attention back to the task at hand. "But I just can't do it. I don't want to see you hurt."

Suzanne thought to herself, That's just like Alan. He needs to put aside his nice guy personality when he's in the bedroom. "Okay, fine. Let me take over. Lay on your back." She rolled on top of him as she talked. "You spread my ass cheeks apart. I'll guide it in."

Alan did as he was told. 

As she wriggled her hips, she used her sphincter muscles to draw his penis in ever so slowly, relaxing and clenching. 

Alan complained, "Why are we doing this? I don't want to even think about what else you do with this hole."

"Hey, you've been putting your finger in it enough lately. In fact, your index finger has had an up close tour of all the best female assholes in town. Like this is soooo different. Just be patient. It's getting there." 

The head had passed through now, and several inches slid in easily until the penis thickened towards the base. 

Suzanne grabbed her cheeks and spread them even wider. She urged him in her scratchy voice, "Come on! We're almost there! Sweetie, keep it coming!"

Alan finally started to feel good as his penis went in all the way. He couldn't believe how tightly the walls of flesh gripped him, nor how strange it felt to be so deep into this private and forbidden hole. The warmth he felt envelop his engorged penis was warmer than any hand, mouth, or pussy he'd yet known, and the squeeze was so tight that he could still barely comprehend how such a big object found its way into such a tiny hole.

Suzanne let out a big sigh and shiver of satisfaction. She hadn't realized how nervous and tensed up she was, and that was part of the problem. She had so been looking forward to fucking Alan that it was almost physically painful to still be denied. Everything which had happened at the poker party only further whetted her lust. 

She was especially aroused by Brenda, and not merely Brenda's own lusciousness, but also by the way she had reacted to Alan. That's my Sweetie! Make her swoon. She cried out, " Uuuuhhh, Sweetie, don't stop! Don't STOP!" 

CHAPTER 8 

As Suzanne relaxed, it suddenly became easier for Alan's penis to move. He started to slide his erection penis in and out. His groin slowly and repeatedly pushed up against her ass as he continued to thrust into her tightness. As he began to set a steady pace, he too relaxed, and then everything became easier. His excitement continued to rise as well, thanks to what he was feeling, not to mention the show Suzanne was putting on.

"Oh yeah, baby!" Suzanne cried as she shuddered under his slow and powerful thrusts. "Move it just like that, Sweetie, just like that!" She started to pant and her reddish brown curls flew about in time to the rocking of her head. Parts of her ivory neck, chest, and breasts grew flush.

"I can't believe I'm doing this after we could barely get it in!" Alan exclaimed. His pleasurable feelings were already intense, but then Suzanne started to rock back and forth and clenched her muscles, squeezing his penis tighter and driving him to further ecstasy. 

Suzanne was so turned on by the sensations he was giving her, not to mention the realization that Alan was finally fucking her, at least in one kind of way, that her unfilled pussy throbbed and gushed juices as if it was the hole being pummeled. Her clit practically hummed with excitement too. 

She thought, Sweetie is finally fucking me! This is a real fuck! In the ass, yes, but now I know how good he can truly be! It's everything I dreamed it could be. Take me to the stars, lover! Her whole body trembled with an all-encompassing orgasm. She yelled, "Ahhh, we're doing it! We're finally doing it! Hit me with it, harder, deeper!"

Alan had just started his own panting from Suzanne's rhythmic squeezings, and increasing the tempo of his upward thrusts, when he finally realized the significance of Suzanne's nipples darkening with blood and heat. Oh yeah! I know what to do with those! 

He reached up, twisted, and pulled… 

"EEEEEEE!" Suzanne's face turned red as she screamed. She involuntarily squeezed his erection painfully tight. Red splotches danced briefly over her chest and breasts as she jerked and fell forward. 

Alan supported Suzanne by her breasts as he let her down onto his chest. His penis popped out when her anus finally unclenched. 

Suzanne laid on his chest, panting into his ear, twitching and moaning. She opened her eyes. "Uhhh, unhh, uhh, Sweetie, you - uhh - don't know what - unhh - you do to me." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 28



Part 28: Houses of the Holy

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Nov. 14)

Susan was supposed to take it easy until the psychologist's appointment Friday afternoon. She had a mental and physical hangover from the strip poker game the night before and a new attack of guilt, thinking, I'm so hopeless! I don't know why Tiger says I'm not his slut, because I have no self control whatsoever. I need to show him that I can be a responsible parent. Sucking cock is all well and good, but I can't allow it to completely take over my entire life! 

As a result, she didn't wear anything especially revealing on Thursday morning. She successfully discouraged Katherine from doing so as well. But still, by now even "normal" female clothes in the Plummer household would be far beyond the pale in any ordinary household. 

When Alan came downstairs, Susan stopped him from "getting her attention" before he'd even gotten near her. She said, "Tiger, I've decided that once you touch me I go crazy, so it's better that you just don't touch me at all this morning. I have to keep myself in check until this psychologist appointment tomorrow. Then, mercifully, you have your Boy Scout trip for the weekend, so I'm hoping by the end of that I can get in a state of mind where I can control my urges a little better." 

Alan wasn't so keen on having her control her urges better, but he let her be. He could tell all these changes had been tough on her and she needed some space. 

She still flashed him a copious amount of tit and ass all though breakfast, even if she kept her resolve not to allow any touching.

He wore a dark blue robe to breakfast, since he knew that, whatever his mother's mood, odds were good he was going to get pleasured before school by somebody, just the same. He thought it had gotten a bit silly just how often he had to take his shorts off in the course of a day and he had visions of relaxing in robes more often than not from now on. He fancied himself a new Hugh Hefner of sorts.

Katherine gave him a very long and passionate kiss once she came downstairs. She was all too eager to make up for the lack of kisses and touches Susan normally gave Alan each morning. 

But Susan did not let Katherine kiss her, as well. Despite all the other kissing Susan had done, apparently her boundaries (as defined that morning, at least) considered that improper. 

Alan felt cavalier. He thought, I'll take care of that reluctance soon enough.

As part of Susan's new "take it easy" policy, she said, "Angel, as you can see I'm taking a bit of a break from helping Tiger with his problem today. I was hoping you could lend him a hand - or a mouth. After all, he still has all that terrible spermy build up and it would break my heart if he had to touch himself to make it better. Plus, I want to make up to you the way I've been hogging Alan Junior lately. So what do you say?" 

Katherine laughed. "Boy, that's a tough one. Hmm." She giggled. "Tell you what, Mom. I'll do it if you help with the visual stimulation part."

"I couldn't," Susan protested, although anyone looking at her could tell she relished the prospect.

"Mother, don't make me tell you twice," Katherine chided. She turned around a phrase that Susan often used on her and Alan when they were younger. 

Susan bowed her head in defeat. She loved being ordered around by her children. Still with her head down and blushing profusely, she walked to the middle of the dining room and dropped all her clothes to the floor. "Tiger, since you have total power over what clothes I wear, what should I cook in?"

"I think one of your erotic aprons should do the trick," Alan said as his sister's fingers wrapped around his erection.

So Alan was pleasured with a nice long handjob while Susan cooked breakfast in another one of her erotic aprons. Katherine and Alan sat at the kitchen counter so they could both better appreciate Susan running around the kitchen. 

Susan had taken to keeping all of most important cooking ingredients and implements in the lowest drawers possible. Even the lowest rack in the refrigerator now kept all the most frequently used foods. In her mind she liked to think of the new arrangement as her "porn kitchen."

Thanks to this new setup, Susan seemed to spend most of her time bent over with her legs spread wide and straight as boards.

As if that wasn't arousing enough, she and Katherine tried to keep an erotic banter going while Alan just sat there and listened. Katherine ended up doing most of the talking, describing the girls in school she thought were most "Alan-worthy." Susan didn't know most of the girls mentioned, but she still made helpful suggestions about all the sexual things Alan could do to them. 

Alan enjoyed the stealth stroking during his meal, but he didn't want it to end in just another handjob. Even after twenty minutes of steady and talented stroking, when he finished eating he felt he wasn't even near an orgasm. 

He thought how best to exploit the situation. Since his mother said she didn't want to touch him, he didn't want to trick her into violating that - that wasn't his way, to directly subvert her wishes. However, he thought it would be nice if Susan and Katherine could physically bond some more. He figured that could help Susan in her slide to further sexual debauchery. 

Recalling their previous morning kiss to help him, he pretended that he was having trouble keeping erect. He thought of disgusting things to force himself to lose the erection. 

The only problem was, between the constant stroking, Susan's sexy body contortions, and the non-stop arousing discussions, there was no way for Alan to lose his erection. He was lucky he hadn't climaxed already. 

So he decided to pretend. "Oh no, Sis. Looks like I'm getting flaccid." He winked at Katherine and motioned at her towards Susan, then made silent kissy motions, so his sister got wise to his game. 

"Brother, what's going on? I'm trying my best." Katherine pretended to stroke his dick even more vigorously, but in fact it only looked that way from where Susan was because her hand merely slid over open air around it. Katherine and Alan had the same goal in mind: a repetition of the kiss between Katherine and Susan.

"Oh dear," said Susan when she noted Alan's predicament as she walked back over from the kitchen to collect the dishes (Katherine briefly reverted to really jacking him off while Susan was looking closely). "You've finished eating and you're losing it. You're not your usual erect self. Angel, dear, can't you try any harder?"

Katherine falsely complained. "I've been trying everything." Then she eagerly asked, "Big Thermos Bottle Brother, would it help if Mom and I kissed again, like we did the day before yesterday?"

"Yeah, that would be a big help, Sticky Little Sister," Alan said, but even the idea of the kiss made it hard for him to keep up his flaccid pretense. 

Luckily, Susan and Katherine already looked at each other hungrily.

There were a lot of things Susan could have suggested to do first. For instance, she could have asked Katherine to swallow Alan's penis and see if a blowjob would be more effective. Or she could have tried a handjob or blowjob herself. But she didn't make these suggestions because she was very keen on being "forced" to do the kiss, even though she tried to maintain the pretense to herself and the others that she wasn't.

She said in a reluctant voice, "I suppose we'll have to do that then.... But Angel, this is for Tiger's special problem this morning, so let's not make this a regular habit, okay?" 

She thought, Here I go again! I was just saying to myself how I have no self-control, and now look at me. Why do I have the feeling we're going to be doing this every morning before long? This is why I need to see the psychologist, to get some self-control. I'm completely nonfunctional except as a cocksucker and sex object. How will I survive in society without my husband's money, if I keep going like this?

"Okay," replied Katherine, also knowing full well that when Susan said something like that it invariably meant a further slide down the slippery slope. But it was good to stay mum about such things.

But Susan was hot to trot. Not allowing herself to even touch her son's penis all morning, plus all the talking and posing, had put her in a desperate state. To her own surprise, she then asked Alan, "Do you think that will be enough? I'm so worried about those cum-filled balls of yours. It would probably be best if you have a really powerful ejaculation so you can keep them well drained until lunch when some nubile sweet young things spread their legs for you. Would it help more if we both took some more clothes off first?"

Alan wanted to laugh at his wonderful yet absurd life. He barely managed to keep a straight face as he replied, "That would be better, just to be on the safe side. Probably best if you both get completely naked." That last comment was a bit superfluous since both Susan and Katherine were down to one piece of clothing by then already.

Inwardly he was bursting with glee. God bless Mom! She's always full of surprises. It's not enough that I cum all over my own mother and sister before school every morning, but now they've got to be "powerful ejaculations." I love it! 

Susan also was bursting on the inside but tried to hide her bliss on the outside. She attempted to maintain a stern face as she said, "Well, if you insist." 

She thought to herself, I'm so hot thinking about kissing Katherine again, I just HAVE to get naked! I'm beginning to think like Amy; clothes are just so WRONG! Maybe if I get naked and give Katherine a really intense kiss, Alan will see what a slut I am. It's important that I disabuse him of his illusions about me. Then he'll know why I have to get help for my uncontrollable, sinful cravings. Maybe this psychologist will tell me that I'm a hopeless case and that there's no recourse for me but to me a naked cum-guzzling slut for my son, for ever and ever! We have to get over his aversion to the word "slut," because we're all his happy sluts! First, I'll give him a slutty strip tease performance. He seemed to really enjoy that the other night, so I should do more of those.

Susan started dancing to a tune in her head while stripping. She only had the apron to take off, so she made extremely slow work of it. 

Katherine saw what Susan was doing, stood up, and started dancing and gyrating while ever so slowly taking her shirt off. This put them in direct competition with each other for Alan's attentions. 

Alan could see trouble brewing from this situation. He had them stand right next to each other so he could pretty much gawk at both of them at the same time. That kept the jealousy in check, though Susan and Katherine did shoot some competitive looks at each other while they stripped. He kept his hands over his hard-on in the probably unnecessary precaution of preventing his mother from seeing that his penis was already hard, and thus calling off the kiss.

He thought to himself as he surreptitiously rubbed his erection in his hands, I've probably seen more tits and ass in the last couple of weeks alone than most men see in their entire lifetimes. I wonder how many other kids in my class this morning are getting blown and stroked all through breakfast and then get to see their sister and mother do a striptease and passionate mouth-to-mouth kiss? Ha! Nobody! 

And nobody has a sister and mother who look half as hot as mine do either. 

Well, now that I think about it, I guess Brad does. But I've stolen Amy and Suzanne from that family completely. It's like I have two mothers and sisters now. I'd like to know Brad better so I could find out why he's such a fucking idiot not to bang them, not that I'd ever try to enlightening him on his stupidity. But dang, look at this! 

Alan was distracted by the way that both Katherine and Susan leaned forward and let their tits drop down. Looking at each other, as if reading minds, they smiled and then simultaneously moved their shoulders so their boobs started to swirl around in circles. With their eyes still seductively locked on one another, they managed to keep their boobs swinging in perfect time. Then they looked at him and smiled giant shit-eating grins.

Susan must have known that if that didn't keep Alan hard than nothing on Earth could. She asked him, "Tiger, how's it hanging? Are you still going to force me to make out with my own daughter?" 

He looked down into his lap as if he didn't know that he had a raging and pulsing erection already. He lied, "Not good. I guess it's all wiped out from yesterday. A really sultry kiss may be my only hope." He hated to directly lie to Susan, but in this case it was okay because he knew that she really knew what was happening and that she wanted him to lie about it. There was no way she couldn't see how stiff his erection was, even with both of his hands covering it.

CHAPTER 2

Susan sighed theatrically. "You heard what he said, Angel. I guess we're going to have to pretend to be two totally lesbian nymphos, deeply in love with each other."

The two of them wordlessly leaned into each other and held on in a tight embrace. They exchanged deep, loving looks and for the moment Alan was forgotten. Both of them knew there was no pretending needed about them being deeply in love with each other. 

Then the two women went at it with gusto. They engaged in a thorough lip lock, tongues happily dueling in each other's mouths. Their hands roamed everywhere, much more than their last kiss on Alan's behalf, which was saying something. 

Katherine stuck her leg between Susan's, and used her thigh to rub against her mother's hairy puss. 

Then Susan did the same to her daughter. Their thighs became quite wet from all the flowing pussy juices being spread around. 

Katherine mostly kept her hands on Susan's ass, slowly working her way into her ass crack and then down until she could touch her pussy. By the end of the kiss, she had found her mother's clit and was rubbing it vigorously.

Many minutes later, Susan suddenly became aware of the time and the need for her children to get to school. She finally disentangled her body from her daughter and then, panting, belatedly remembered Alan's penis. 

She walked around the table so she could have a good look at his crotch. She saw to her dismay that he was openly masturbating himself to the sight of the kiss.

She pointed her finger accusingly and said, "Tiger, don't you EVER let me catch you masturbating yourself, not when your sister or your mommy can help you out instead! That's an order! We live to guzzle your thick cum juice down our throats, and it just breaks my heart to see it wasted. Don't even THINK about touching yourself anymore. Is that clear? You know that the Bible says it's a sin to spill your seed onto the ground. It belongs on or in one of your big-titted babes, and that's an order too!"

"Okay, Mom," Alan said with a roll of his eyes, as if she had criticized him for not taking out the trash. While he still looked away, he felt a warm sensation around his shaft and realized it was Susan's quick acting mouth.

Katherine butted in. "Um, Mom, you said I could do it all by myself this morning, remember?"

Susan's mouth was occupied, but she managed to say, "Yeah but..." <slurp, slurp> "don't you have to ..." <slurp, slurp>  "get ready ..." <slurp, slurp>  "for school now?" <slurp, slurp, slurp>

"I only have to dress and get my book bag."

Susan stopped sucking. "Dammit. All right. This exact damn thing happened to me last night with Suzanne. Why is everyone conspiring to deny me cock? I know I said I shouldn't touch, but how can I keep away and let Alan abuse himself like that?" 

No one answered her, so she finally and very reluctantly stood up. However, she still kept one hand on Alan's erection, as if she was permanently tethered to it. "You see? I'm in control. I know how to share." Her hand began to jack her son off even as she said this.

Katherine maneuvered her way in between Alan's legs and said, "Okay, Mom, thank you very much, I'll take over now." 

"Oh, poo! ... All right." But Susan still didn't let go. Her hand slipped up and down, up and down, his pre-cum soaked shaft.

"Mom, you have to actually take your hand off of Big Redwood Tree Brother's thick tree trunk." Katherine rather forcibly took Susan's hands away and replaced them with her mouth. 

Susan still would not be denied. She managed to keep fondling his balls for a bit until Katherine shifted positions and blocked Susan's access. 

Susan stood back, but then asked, "Can I at least finger fuck his ass?"

"Nope." Katherine still felt jealous from the dual striptease. More than that, she resented playing second fiddle to Susan every morning and was determined to hold Susan to her pledge this morning to let her have all of Alan for once. 

Susan sighed heavily as she watched her daughter take full control. She said, "Okay. Then you two obviously don't need me." She let out another big sigh, as if fishing for sympathy.

Katherine's body mostly blocked Susan's view of Alan's crotch, so Susan stared at Katherine's backside instead. She found herself fondly recalling the heavy make out session they had just concluded. She was very tempted to roam her hands over Katherine's butt, especially as her daughter's pussy was easily visible as the butt wiggled high in the air. 

She thought, I think Alan needs a really powerful ejaculation to get him through the rest of the morning. It's not like I WANT to fondle my daughter's marvelous ass, I'm no lesbian... But if Alan were to think I was getting all lesbo on my own daughter, wouldn't that cause him to shoot his load with even more gusto? 

Her thoughts were interrupted by Alan. "Sis, that's great, but remember that I have to go to school early today. So I'm not going to hold out long." He wanted to get to school early so he could talk to Glory right away.

Susan watched. She couldn't quite bring herself to roam her hands over her daughter's butt. Frustrated at being only a spectator, she made to leave the room, but was annoyed that no one paid her the slightest attention to her, as they were both far too involved with the blowjob. She said, "Have a good day at school."

Alan grunted in reply, "Thanks, Mom." 

Katherine also said, "Thanks, Mom," but her words were muffled by the penis in her mouth. 

In a further attempt to get some attention, Susan said, "Angel, I really should punish you for touching me in such naughty ways during our kiss." 

But that didn't get any response at all. Katherine seemed completely consumed with her oral task. She was hmmming and moaning and writhing like she was already in the throes of orgasm. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 28



Alan stood up from his stool so his sister could finger fuck his ass as she fondled his balls and sucked his rod with every trick she knew. 

She knew he was in a rush, so she tried to make sure he could get off sooner rather than later. She moaned and slurped so loudly that Susan wondered if she'd have to shout to be heard.

Susan continued to stand and stare. She found that she was unable to leave the room, even though she wanted to. She resolved to be good and not masturbate while watching. After all, she thought, this morning she was proving to herself that she had some self-control. 

She found herself slowly slipping, literally. Her legs started to spread wider and wider, as if she was slowly doing the splits. Her hands began to wander across her body. She caught them drifting down below her belly button and kept them frozen there, just inches from the top of her dark brown bush. 

But then she saw all the signs of Alan's impeding climax. Even from across the room, she could see his balls tighten and Katherine's lips speed their sliding along his thick rod. Within seconds her daughter's head was moving back and forth so frantically that it almost seemed like a blur.

But then, just as suddenly, Katherine's head came to a near stop. Her cheeks bulged and her whole head shook as if the force of Alan's seed was driving her head backwards. 

Susan couldn't stop herself any more. She spread her legs even wider and began frigging her pussy with one hand. She brought her other hand to her mouth and stuffed four fingers in it, pushing them in and out as if they were Alan's erection. "Oh God, it's so hot! So hot! Suck him dry, Angel!"

Katherine's eyes rolled up in her head as she had a great orgasmic experience of her own at the same time Alan did. 

Katherine found it easier to climax with each passing day. She loved giving blowjobs and couldn't understand how some women didn't like them at all. She loved the feeling of her mouth being completely stuffed to bursting with hot cock. She loved the power of making her brother cum, sometimes even when he'd used every control trick not to. But the kicker was that her own blowjob orgasms were always great. She'd learned that all she had to do was touch her clit at the height of a blowjob and she could get off in time with her brother. Then there was the reward of all the tasty cum to be consumed. She had truly come to love the taste more than the most delicious and sinful dessert imaginable.

Susan knew that delightful taste extremely well. It was the height of frustration for her to have to watch Katherine's cheeks puff in and out because she knew that meant the cum was being consumed by someone else. She could even watch the twitching in her daughter's throat as the cum passed down it. Her whole body fidgeted in frustration as Katherine ostentatiously gargled with Alan's cum and made contented purring sounds. 

With Katherine's mouth still holding lots of her brother's cum, she tilted her head back so as not to lose and then managed to say, "Mom, I was listening to you. You mentioned something about punishments. That reminds me. You were supposed to get a spanking yesterday, but it didn't happen because Suzanne was gone all day. But we're not going to forget today. So look forward to that." 

Susan gasped and meekly nodded. It was increasingly questionable just who was in charge of the family now - Susan or her children. Most particularly, Alan. Susan knew that he could order her about and she'd follow any command just so long as she got her daily cum fix. She was beyond horny all the time. It was only the fact that Alan was a loving and kind son that saved her from constant degradation and humiliation. 

And he had no idea how easy it would be to fuck her in every hole any time he liked. He foolishly continued to believe that when she said no she really meant it.

Seeing Katherine continuing to swirl Alan's cum around in her mouth was more than Susan could take. She'd had a climax of her own and now she was having post-coital second thoughts. 

She couldn't even wait to see her children out the door as she always did, not even to get her good-bye kisses. She hurried off to her room to mope about and worry. As far as she was concerned, the psychologist's appointment couldn't come too soon.

For once, Katherine was very happy. Alan had given her the loving attention that he had showered on Suzanne and Susan lately. Her only disappointment was that he'd woken a bit late and left for school early, so he'd only given up one morning load instead of the usual two.

CHAPTER 3 

Lately, Alan had gotten good at arriving at school as late as possible to maximize the fun time at home. But he arrived fifteen minutes early because he had some burning questions for Glory. He rushed to her classroom and closed the propped open door behind him. He was glad to see than no other students had arrived yet.

Glory was grading papers behind her desk. She looked up in pleasant surprise to see him.

However, Alan was rather more muted in his affections because he was still miffed by the "Michelle incident" from the day before. He gave her a perfunctory smile, but otherwise tried not to show emotion. He said, "Morning, Glory. I gotta be quick before the other students come in. But I just had to ask you: was there really a Michelle in the closet yesterday? I still can't figure that out."

"No. There wasn't. I told you that already."

"You told me lots of things yesterday, and most of them were tricks and lies. How do I know you're being honest about this?"

She looked up at Alan with concern. "Young man, just what is up with you today? Are you still upset with the spanking?"

"Yes. It was very upsetting. You must have gotten a sense of how I felt when I spanked you at the end while you had the blindfold on. That blindfold was the killer."

"I have some sense now, yes. But maybe it wasn't the same, because you didn't know what was real, and I did. I'll say it again. I'm really sorry. And I swear on my grandfather's grave that there was no Michelle. Pretending and tricking during a role play is one thing, but I wouldn't lie to you now."

"If there was no Michelle, then whose voice was that on the tape recording? There's no way that was your voice."

"Sorry, that's a secret. I can't tell you, and you'll just have to trust me as to why."

"Glory! Argh! That's frustrating."

"I'm sorry about that too. It's nothing to worry about. Trust me on that. By the way, check this out." She walked to the closet in the corner of the room where Alan thought Michelle had been hidden. She opened the door, reached deep into a pile of junk, and pulled out some clothes. She held them up briefly and revealed them to be nun and priest outfits. 

She grinned an infectious grin. "For lunch. Start your role play fantasizing." She closed the closet and returned to her desk.

"I don't think we should meet for lunch," he said rather petulantly.

"Oh, come on. Don't hold a grudge. How much more sorry can I be? I'm not going to do anything remotely like that to you ever again. Remember that I would do anything to make it up for you? Let me start today. Also, I only have a one day rental on these things, so this is your one chance to act out your nun fantasies."

Alan wavered and finally gave in. "Okay. You got me with the nun thing. But I can only be there twenty minutes at most. I have other people I'd like to spend time with. I'll see you later." 

He was still very bitter and hoped that she would understand when he said, "I have other people I'd like to spend time with," he meant, "I'm going to be fucking other women during lunch instead of you." He wanted to upset her and make her jealous. 

He left her classroom right as her first students started to knock on the door.

Alan now had three places he needed to be for lunch. He'd promised to finish off Janice's paint job and he also wanted to share lunch with his friends for a rare change. Because of his new commitment with Glory, he went and found Janice and Heather before school started and rescheduled his plans with them for after school. That way, he could spilt his lunch between his male friends and Glory. That also allowed him to put some time between being with the cheerleaders and Glory so he'd have some sexual energy for both. 

At lunch, his friends Sean and Peter were so surprised to see him sit down with them at their cafeteria table that they made all kinds of jokes about his appearance. "He eats, Sean," Peter kidded. "Looks like he eats food to live, just like the rest of us."

In fact, Alan didn't eat much lunch any more. Between his time with the cheerleaders and Glory, on most days Alan was lucky if he could snarf down a fruit and a granola bar. He usually had a big snack made by his mother when he got home to make up for it.

"So to what do we owe this great honor?" Sean asked Alan sarcastically, even as he was pleasantly surprised by Alan's appearance. They all got out their lunches and began to eat.

"Well, you know I've got this job as a teacher's aide to Ms. Rhymer. She's giving me a bit of a break today."

"That's what you keep saying," Peter answered suspiciously, "but I saw you rushing over to Building One a couple of times." That was the building where the theater room the cheerleaders used was.

"Yeah, that's true." He had a prepared cover story for that, too. "Truth be told, I've been hanging out with the cheerleaders over there. That's where they're eating lately. Obviously being with my sister, but mostly so I can hang with Amy."

"Oh man! You're eating lunch with Heather?" Sean asked. His crush on Heather bordered on being an obsession. 

"Yeah, sometimes. Not all the time." In fact, he'd yet to actually eat any food with the cheerleaders, but he knew the story would mesh with cheerleader sightings there too.

"Shit." Sean was impressed. He'd yet to speak more than a few words to his cheerleader goddess, ever. He was blissfully ignorant of what she was really like. "Can you invite me there too?"

"Well, I'd like to, but it's a private thing. Just between you and me, some of them light up and smoke pot. So they keep the circle small." That also made a good story, as all the cheerleaders did toke up from time to time except for Katherine and Amy, and Alan's friends already knew this.

"Fuck." Sean cursed while he seriously considered starting smoking pot if that would help him get nearer to Heather.

Peter, who wasn't quite as infatuated with Heather, butted in. "So what's this about Amy, then? Don't you see plenty of her at home? You were telling me that she's over at your place all the time. I can just imagine her hanging out by your pool in a string bikini. I hope you take full advantage of some nice views of her wide ass, you lucky dog."

"Hey, don't do too much imagining there!" Stifling the urge to be possessive, Alan continued in a calmer voice, "Actually, I have been seeing a lot of her. You see, we've been getting pretty close lately, and we've actually started going out."

A shocked silence followed. Finally Sean spoke. "Going out? As in, you and her are dating? For real?"

"Yeah. For real." Alan was a bit surprised how shocked his friends were, especially since the school was swirling with rumors of him some kind of mysterious sex stud. But then it occurred to him that because they knew him much better, they had a harder time changing their conceptions of him. Further, they barely were aware of how other peoples' perceptions in the school had been changing. Up until recently, Alan also had made no effort to pay attention to any school gossip. 

But there was something in Alan's demeanor that removed all possibilities of kidding. Yet still they could help but express disbelief. 

"Shit! No fucking way!" Sean exclaimed. 

His two friends Peter and Sean babbled for a minute or two. As far as they knew, Alan was still a virgin and had never even kissed a girl. So they made a big deal about it.

Alan's momentary flash of indignation passed and he smiled at them in tolerant amusement. He felt like he'd matured several years in the last few weeks, and had a hard time relating to what he now saw as their immature ways. He knew they were virgins and had never kissed - only now did he realize just how nerdy his friends had been. Nonetheless, he still liked them very much, despite the growing gap between them.

He said, "I swear, it's true. We're going out." He looked around. Amy sat just a couple of tables away. He stared at her, caught her eye, and motioned her to come over.

Amy came bounding to the table. He smiled as he said to her, "Hey Aims. I've heard you have a new boyfriend. Is it true? Who's the lucky guy?"

She giggled. "You are, silly. You're the best!" She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. She looked at his friends and proudly announced, "Alan is my official boyfriend!" Then she skipped off.

Alan watched Amy return to her seat. As she sat back down with her friends, she turned to him and flashed him the peace sign while giving him a friendly smile. 

Alan thought, Wow. Amy is just so endearing and lovable. I'm such a lucky guy. I need to spend more time with her. She's so eager. Definitely tonight, something's gonna happen. There's nothing stopping us from going all the way.

Sean and Peter meanwhile stared at their friend in wide eyed shock. 

Alan turned to them and beamed a shy but proud grin. "So you can understand now why I've been completely missing these past weeks. I hate to say it, but if I have a choice between playing computer games with you guys and fondling that ass, I'll take the ass. Wouldn't you? Sorry I've had to keep it secret." 

They nodded in understanding. Alan realized this would do wonders to squelch certain rumors, once the word spread. He was glad that this could help kill the (correct) idea that he and Glory were up to something. He was even gladder that this would kill the rumors that he had turned down offers for dates because he was gay.

He longed to tell them more about his sex life, much more. He wanted to have some kind of male confidant. The only problem was that his friends were so sexually inexperienced that it would be like trying to talk to a goat herder in the Sahara about snow. The idea of setting his friends up with some girls so they could better relate crossed his mind. 

He decided to test the waters a little bit in confiding in them. "What's with all the gawking? Close your mouths before the flies get in. I mean, it's not like she's my first date. I've had sex lots of times."

"WHAT?!" Peter nearly shouted. "Okay, you go too far. I know Amy's like your childhood friend and everything. You set that up with her to play a joke on us, right? Right?!"

Alan looked at them sadly. "It's no joke. You'll see soon enough. Try talking to some people outside of your circle of friends. The fact that Amy and I are an item is public knowledge already." 

He thought to himself, The way Amy came skipping by here, it seems so normal. I could almost convince myself that I'm just a normal guy with a normal girl next door girlfriend. Then he thought about his mother's "A" branding beach fantasy. If people only knew the truth, they'd throw us all in prison for sure! 

The problem is, such a huge gaping chasm has opened between me and my friends in such a short time. Like Mom telling me this morning, "We live to guzzle your thick cum juice down our throats." How could I ever confide to ANYBODY about that kind of thing?! I guess the whole idea of having a confidant is a non-starter. Damn.

After Alan left, Peter stewed. "Sean, did you hear that? Just 'cos he has a girlfriend, now he thinks he's all better than us. 'Try talking to some people outside of your circle of friends.' Well, excuuuse me! That used to be your circle of friends too, Alan. Sheesh! No wonder we never see him at lunch. I guess we're not good enough for him any more."

Sean kept quiet, but he too was shocked and hurt by Alan's attitude. He felt like his friendship with Alan was slipping away.

CHAPTER 4

Alan left lunch after only about fifteen minutes. As much as he liked to talk to his friends, he much preferred to play with his teacher Glory.

When he arrived, after announcing himself through the door, he was surprised to see Glory let him in already dressed in a nun's habit. She wasted no time to get in the role. He wondered if this was to stifle further gripes about yesterday's spanking, but he didn't mind.

"Ah. Father Alan. Welcome to our humble convent. I trust the Lord has been guiding you and keeping you?"

"Um, hello, uh, Sister Gloria. Yes. All is well. And you?" He struggled to switch gears into priest mode. Calling her Gloria seemed like a natural thing to do, given her role.

She led him to the closet and pointed him to his priest garb. But when he dropped his shorts, Glory could see that his penis wasn't erect in the slightest. She determined to change that before they got started. She wore underwear in the hopes that they'd have fun when he took it off, but in a change of plan she slowly stripped then redressed so Alan could get in the mood.

She didn't put all of the clothes back on right away, but left her outer garment swathed around her loosely so her chest and crotch were strategically exposed. Then, as she posed shamelessly, she turned to Alan and said, "Here's a sneak preview of Sister Gloria when she gets a little naughty."

"Wow. You look like a sexy pin-up girl, except more nun-like."

That was a bit of a stupid thing to say, so they laughed about it.

Alan was aroused, but as Glory finished dressing, he grew somewhat regretful about his suggestion to play nun and priest. The problem was all the clothing. Glory was now completely covered in a black habit, except for a white brim across the front of her nun's shawl covering her head and a white bib-like cowl around her neck and upper chest. The only skin visible was her face and hands. Alan was similarly decked out in a stifling and heavy, long black robe with a white collar.

"Now, where were we?" Glory asked. "Father, you were saying you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yes I do want to talk, but let's not make it a habit," Alan joked. He made a rimshot sound as Glory groaned. "But seriously, let's get into our roles." 

He stood back, stretched his body and limberly shook his head in every direction, like an actor psyching himself up before walking onto a stage.

"Okay," he said in a voice much deeper than his usual one. "Sister Gloria. Good to see you. How are you doing?" He walked formally toward her and bowed in respect. She bowed back.

"I'm well, Father. The Lord provides."

"Excellent. I came here because you had something for me to do?"

"Yes, Father. I'd like to make confession, and even though we don't have a confessional here, I was hoping you'd be able to listen to me in an informal manner."

"Yes," Alan responded sagely. "The Church of God is everywhere. Please sit down." They sat in classroom seats in front of Glory's desk and faced each other. "Now, what seems to be on your mind?"

"Well, Father, I... It's rather difficult to say. ... I've been having very sinful thoughts."

"Oh really?" He learned forward intently. "Do tell. In great detail." 

She smiled at the "great detail," but then put on a very serious face. "Father, I've been having these ... urges. Sexual urges. In my mind I know it's wrong, but my body won't listen!"

"That's all right," he said as he took her hand in his. "It's perfectly natural, child. Please continue. How did it start?"

As though startled by the gesture, she immediately withdrew her hand and actually managed to make it tremble. "Oh, Father, I was hoping you wouldn't ask me that. It's very embarrassing. I'm afraid it started because of you."




Six Times a Day Pt. 28



Alan also showed good acting skills. His face looked convincingly surprised. "Me? Why me?"

With a look of longing on her face, she stared back at him for a brief moment and then cast her eyes downward, as though embarrassed. "Well, Father Cleveland, bless his departed soul, he was so old and infirm. But then you came here recently and replaced him, and you're so young and handsome and ... virile. I want to listen to your sermons, listen to the Word of God, but too often I find myself staring at your nether regions! And despite your robe, it seems that most of the time I can detect a certain bulge there." 

She quickly and obviously glanced at Alan's crotch, where a very real and insistent erection could be seen, and then, just as quickly, averted her eyes shyly away.

Alan thought to himself, This is fun. I like where this is going, but we're both dressed to survive an Arctic blizzard. I have to spin this so I can get some clothes off first. He was good at thinking on his feet. "Sounds serious," he replied gravely. "Have you considered that you might be haunted by a demon?"

"A demon? Oh no!" She gasped as one of her hands quickly flew to her chest in mock astonishment. "That never occurred to me. Could it be? Am I possessed?!"

"I'm afraid it's a real possibility. However, you are lucky that I'm a bit of an expert in these things. Take off your clothes."

"What? Did I hear you right?" Glory blushed and looked very convincingly aghast. She crossed her legs as she supposed her character would unconsciously do, acting both frightened and excited by the prospect.

"Yes, you did," he said with a grave nod. "You see, the demon has entered you, and the first thing we have to do is find out where exactly it entered you. Only then can we find a cure. We can determine the demon's presence and strength by certain telltale signs. For instance, a certain hardening right here." 

As he said the word "here," he reached out, moved her hand away from her chest, and palmed a tit through her clothes. Even through her robe and bra he could feel a hardened nipple. 

She gasped again. 

He tweaked her nipple repeatedly, as if testing to see just how hard it was. 

She was taken aback at just how horny this game was making her; her heart beat a mile a minute. "Oh. I see. No man has ever seen me naked before, but if someone has to see me that way, I'm glad it's you. I'm sure I can trust you." She blushed again but this time like a girl in love. The look on her face was one of pure innocence, but with a powerful lust hiding just behind it. 

She stood up and shyly undressed while she maintained complete and total eye contact with him. 

He was transfixed by her subtle and seemingly completely innocent striptease.

"Please keep your hair covered," he said as she nearly finished. "The demon never enters through the hair." He thought to himself, Gotta keep that on so I'm reminded you're supposed to be a nun.

"Okay. Whatever you say, Father." She sat back down and left the black shawl on. She also still wore the white cowl and a crucifix around her neck.

Alan thought that was a nice touch. His eyes traveled up and down her body as she sat back down. He looked at her in great admiration, and thought, Glory may not have the big tits I normally go ga ga over. Even Sis has bigger tits, but Glory is living proof that size isn't everything. She's so firm all over. And tan. Very fit, but not too muscular so that it looks manly. Perfect, flawless skin, minus some sports injury scratches. She is so fuck worthy, and her sexual still is just too much!

One thing annoyed him. "Very good, Sister, but I did say you have to take your clothes off. You still have your bra and panties on."

"But Father! All of it? Is that really necessary?"

"I'm afraid it is, as much as it pains us both. Demons are very base creatures, so the erogenous zones are the very places they are most likely to enter. We have to check there for demon activity particularly, and in a most thorough manner." He nodded at her crotch.

She appeared to be alarmed, and then resigned. "Oh. Of course. Please forgive me for my shyness. This is just all so, so... unorthodox. Just a minute." 

She stood up and slowly unclasped her bra and the slid her panties down her hips. She took both items off excruciatingly slowly, knowing how much he frustratingly loved it. She took off her panties first, and then turned around and made a stiff-legged bend to put them on her desk. 

She placed her legs quite far apart and held that position for some time, so he could inspect her pussy. A few rivulets of pussy juices were already starting to flow. "Father, I'm so ashamed! I can't help myself from... Well, you can see what's happening down below."

"You're lubricating," he explained. "Your baby-making hole is getting ready so the male genitalia can enter without too much friction."

"Father! That's not my intention at all!"

"Don't worry Sister, I'm not condemning you. This is just more of the demon's handiwork. With God's grace, we shall overcome. Please continue to disrobe."

She turned around again so he could watch her undo her bra. When that was done, she turned and spread her legs even wider, as she ostentatiously took her time to place the bra on the same table.

Alan had been losing his erection due to their heavy clothing, but after the show the Glory put on, his erection was most definitely back with a vengeance. He especially liked the way she acted so ashamed. 

She stood facing him again. 

The white cowl she wore covered most of her chest, though happily not her nipples. He loved to watch them rise and fall with each breath. But even better was the sight of her nearly blonde pussy. He leaned forward, looked closely at her crotch, took a deep whiff of her womanly fragrance, and quipped, "Glory be."

Glory laughed. "Young man, stay in your role, please." She covered her pussy with splayed fingers that appeared to protect her privates, but in actual fact exposed more than they hid. 

Still leaning forward, Alan closely eyed the fine sheen of arousal and examined the few beads of sweat in her nether regions that were rolling down between her thighs.

"Sorry," he finally said in his normal voice. "But you realize that before I resume the role I have to say 'Glory Hallelujah' first." 

They laughed some more. 

His frustration at the spanking episode yesterday was now completely forgotten as he warmed to his acting part.

He went on seriously in his priest voice, "Thank you for your cooperation. Please continue, Sister Gloria. Don't mind me - I'll just be checking to find the exact spot where the demon has entered you. Why don't you stand as you were. Grasp your ankles with your hands and spread your legs even wider. That way I can really see what the demon is doing." 

She did so gladly. Her shawl and cowl had fallen off each time she'd bent obscenely far over, and now they fell off again and stayed off. The only religious symbol that remained was the heavy cross dangling around her neck. 

Alan stood up and closed the short distance to Glory. He stood behind her. The position he requested so completely opened her pussy that he could stare a good ways into it. He dropped his nose close enough to nearly touch the folds of her pussy with his nose's tip. 

He thought, This is really testing my patience. How long can I hold out from fucking this woman?!

His hands dropped to her shoulders, and he began running his hands over her skin there, figuring it would be in character of the priest to start in a relatively safe spot. 

CHAPTER 5 

Glory went on, "Anyway, my problem began with seeing that bulge all the time. Your bulge. But then my problem got worse when my roommate Sister Heather noticed my distraction."

"Sister Heather?" he asked quizzically as his hands down ran up and down her bare arms and back. He could hardly hold back from exploring more vital regions.

"Yes. Don't you know her? She's the new nun that looks just like a blonde California cheerleader. Her parents brought her to this convent to cure her of her addiction to fornication."

"Ah, yes. Sister Heather. Bless her soul." 

Alan realized with a start that Glory referred to the real flesh-and-blood head cheerleader Heather Morgan, whom he would see and probably fool around with after school. He was a bit puzzled as to why Glory picked her, of all possible real or imaginary people, especially since he guessed that Glory didn't like her at all. He wondered if she knew about his meeting plans.

But Glory was merely her usual curious self. She was desperately keen to find out whom Alan was with during his lunches but she didn't want to ask him directly. So she figured this way she could test his reactions. Heather was a very likely choice for his lunch disappearances, since the school rumor mill had noted with surprise that Heather had recently been on friendly, speaking terms with the nerdy Alan.

Glory turned around and saw from Alan's startled face that her Heather guess had struck home. But she played it cool. She continued, "I'm afraid you may need to hear Heather's confession even more than mine, because it seems she is far from cured of her fornicating ways. She was very curious about my stares in your direction, and since she's my sole roommate, she would question me about it relentlessly almost every night before we went to sleep. Soon she got me admitting my urges and talking about them freely. Then she... Father! What are you DOING?!"

Alan's hands had dropped down to Glory's underside and reached up grasp her dangling boobs. He groped them openly, with a focus again on tweaking her nipples. "Sister, relax. As I said, demons tend to focus on our forbidden parts. I need to check your chest region particularly thoroughly to make sure he didn't enter through here. It is especially common for them to enter through the nipple. Since demons are usually invisible, it requires a very close inspection to determine how he entered you."

"I see. But Father, that's making it so hard for me to continue talking!" She still positioned herself as lewdly as humanly possible, with her ass high above her head and her hands tightly clasped around her ankles.

"Please persevere and be strong. Trust in the Lord. You were saying?" He pulled at both nipples at once and stretched her tits away from her body.

With a sudden shudder of pleasure, she stammered, "Oh! Oh! Uh, um, yes. Oh dear! Uh... Heather. That's right. Sister Heather. Each night we would talk, and, you see, she's well... God blessed her with a very beautiful and curvy body. And while there are strict rules about what clothes nuns should wear, there are no rules about what clothes to wear UNDER those clothes, if you catch my meaning. When we're alone, Heather walks around in the most ... uh... disturbing under garments. At least, they disturb me. For instance, sometimes she wears fancy black lingerie from her neck to her ankles." 

"Well, that sounds like it covers her thoroughly," Alan said while running one of his hands all over Glory's taut stomach. 

"But you can see right through it! Why can't she wear a bra and panties?" 

"Maybe she gets cold?" Alan suggested. 

"Ha! Forgive my impertinence, Father, but if that's the case, then why does she have to wear four inch high heels at the same time? Is she afraid the monastery will get flooded? And speaking of getting cold, she only wears that lingerie around me. When she's in public, nobody knows this, but she wears absolutely nothing underneath her nun habit. Well, that's not true. She does wear some kind of plug for her birth hole. She says it's to hold back her fornicating urges, but it seems to me that thing is always quivering and buzzing in a most distracting way. I would think that would only make her fornicating urges even worse, but she says she knows best. From experience, she says. You should see how quickly she runs through the batteries for it." 

Alan was suddenly hit by the image of Heather dressed in nothing but black body-length lingerie, black stocking, high heels, and a nun's habit, wandering the halls of an ancient monastery. He found it highly arousing to picture someone as evil as Heather dressed as a sexy nun. He figured that if she ever really was forced to become a nun for some strange reason, she'd soon have the entire nunnery under her thumb. The kind-hearted nuns would never know what hit them. 

He joked, "Hmm. Now I understand why she's been looking so blissful during my sermons lately." He switched from roughly mauling Glory's breasts to gently squeezing them.

Glory could barely contain her mirth. "I'm sure that was just religious rapture caused by your holy words. Anyhow, where was I? Oh yes. Eeek!" She squealed because he quickly twisted both nipples, just to keep her on her toes. "What was that again? ... Um, she started comforting me each evening. At first it was just... Oh Lord! Father! What are you doing?"

Alan's hands had explored their way down Glory's stomach some more, but he decided that he could reach her ass and pussy more easily from her back side given her lewd position. So he walked around her and then began caressing her clit and pussy lips. He wiped away a smile and said as seriously as he could, "Oh, don't mind me. This is the usual point of entry for demons, in this general region. So I'll just be focusing here for a few minutes."

"But Father! These urges, these feelings I'm confessing about... I have to confess that I'm feeling them very strongly even as we speak!" She trembled so much from arousal that she feared she would fall over altogether, given her precarious bent over position.

"That's perfectly fine, Sister. In fact, a surge of feeling will help me find the location of the demon." Without warning, he spread her pussy lips wide and inserted two fingers deep inside. Then he began to turn them. He muttered, "Let's see if he's in here somewhere."

She panted, "But Father, it's so shameful! So embarrassing. I can't believe I've been possessed by an evil spirit! Thankfully, there are good, God-fearing men like you." She added with deliberate irony, "I'd hate for some unscrupulous person to take advantage of my condition."

He found her G-spot, and gently tapped it. That was too much for her to handle, given the way she stood. He let her drop to her knees to get more comfortable. Despite her readjustment he never took his fingers out of her burning hole. 

He soothed, "Don't worry about it. It happens all the time to us who have made religion our life, because Satan wants our souls the most. Why, as a matter of fact, I happen to be haunted by a demon as well."

Her body shuddered, but not from embarrassment. She gasped, "Really? Are you possessed?"

"No. Well, sort of. I'm not completely possessed, but one part of me is. Here. Let me show you." He took his fingers out of her hole and licked them clean. Then he took his robe off, something he was very happy to finally do because it was heavy and restricting.

Meanwhile Glory turned around to face him, and readjusted herself too. She stood up and sat on the edge of the desk. Again she planted her legs as wide as she could while still being able to touch the floor with her feet. "Father Alan! You're getting naked! I don't know if I can stand it! My urges! Oh no! Dear God!" She pointed at Alan's crotch, where his erection stood out invitingly.

"I see you noticed the problem right away," he said casually. "That's where the demon is. My problem is that my member has been possessed by a minor demon. That's why you've seen the bulge there so frequently, because the penis is under the control of evil forces. The demon is filled with a great lust. When I see your sexy body, even covered in your habit, he gets very active."

"Oh my God!" Glory looked down at her own body as if for the first time. There was a long rivulet of pussy juice rolling down her thigh. She looked at it as if she didn't know what it was, and dropped a finger into it. Then brought some to her mouth and lolled the cum around as if tasting it for the first time.

Alan reached out with both hands and boldly began to explore her spread out and glistening pussy lips from the front side. He said nonchalantly, "Now, Sister, don't use the Lord's name in vain. And it's rude to point. It's much better if you can help me out."

She tried to calm herself down a bit, and that wasn't just acting for her role. "But what should I do? I don't know anything about exorcising demons."

"It's easy. The demon is lodged in my penis. You have to coax him out. The way you do that is by pulling on it and stroking it to tempt him to come outside." He grabbed his penis and squeezed it, causing a small about of pre-cum to drip onto the floor. "See? That's the demon spitting. Don't you want to rid me of this cursed beast?"

"I don't know..." Her face maintained a very worried look a nun might wear, but she somewhat betrayed the effect by repeatedly licking her lips. She knew what would be coming soon, and she could barely hold back.

"Sister, when you joined the Order of Eternal Chastity, did you not make a vow to devote your body and soul to the helping of others? This is where the use of your body to help comes in. If you won't, it'll just get angry and spit some more." He squeezed his penis again, causing more drops of pre-cum to fall, landing this time on her long, tanned legs. "Just reach out and touch it. Here. Like this." 

He grabbed Glory's hands and pulled them into his crotch. 

But that wasn't enough for her. She fell to the floor, knowing she'd need to be in that position to suck him off soon. She picked up her shawl and cowl and put them back on. 

Then, with his hands again on hers, he pretended to show her how to jack someone off. 

Of course, she was already a complete expert when it came to pleasing penises, but she pretended to be clueless.

She leaned forward until her nose nearly touched the tip of his penis. She wanted to "inadvertently" breathe on it, and she did. "Father Alan, I can't believe I'm touching your member! I've dreamed about this in so many sinful fantasies. Sister Heather and I have talked about it all the time."

Glory tried to pretend shock in being so close to a penis, but she had a hard time keeping a smile off of her face. She knew what was going to come next and knew it was going to be good - having Alan's penis in one's mouth always was. 

This is just too much fun! Alan should be an improv artist. I can hardly believe he's only eighteen. Especially in the last week or two, he's been acting more mature and self-assured. But he's still so fun and so kind! I don't care about our age difference - I'm not that much older. I want him to drop those young floozies he's going with and pick ME as his girlfriend!

She returned her focus to the role play. There was more "work" to be done before she could feast on Alan's prick. She closed her eyes and tried to show reluctance as she slowly slipped her hand forward and back over his penis. "But Father. Isn't this a sin? Even for a good cause?"

"Just remember you're doing the work of the Lord here. So don't feel sinful. Just keep stroking like that. Yeah. ... Ahhh. So good. Do you feel good?"

"You have no idea, young man. I mean, Father. If you touch a match to my skin it'll burst into flame. Let's get going already!"

CHAPTER 6

Alan felt great with her hands around his penis, but he wanted to reciprocate. He remembered his recent vow to give as much as he received. He said, "Sister Gloria, thanks for trying to release my demon, but we also have your demon problem to contend with. I believe I was trying to find where the demon entered you. We'll have to examine your ass in a minute, but I think it's most likely he entered right here." He shoved a finger back up Glory's pussy right as he said "here."




Six Times a Day Pt. 28



"Jesus wept!" Glory moaned. She appeared shy, worried, and uncontrollably aroused. The last part she didn't have to fake. "Not up there, so deep like that! Nobody's been up there, except Sister Heather!"

"Well then, while I'm doing this, tell me more about what you and Sister Heather have been up to. But before you start that, I'm afraid my demon is playing a little bit of hide and seek. Can you help?"

"Oh Father! It's the least I can do. What would you like?"

"Sometimes my demon likes to go on a little vacation over to my back side. He's tricky that way. So you should keep doing what you're doing on my member with one hand, and use your other to see if he's escaped up my asshole."

"If you say so, Father. You know best." She reached behind him and enthusiastically began to saw a finger into his butt.

"Yes. The Lord works in mysterious ways. If sometimes that means putting a finger up an ass, who are we to question the wisdom of His purposes? In fact, I think we'll find that in my ministry, starting from today, your body will be able to serve the Lord in a whole myriad of different ways."

"Blessed be His name."

"Yes. And blessed be your hands. In just a couple of minutes you've become very good at demon coaxing. The demon is bound to come out very soon if you keep it up like that, so you might want to slow down just a little bit."

Glory slowed down, not thinking that went against her supposed desire to get the demon out. She wasn't thinking too clearly now that three of Alan's fingers pumped furiously up her pussy.

Alan eventually got the conversation going again. "So? You and Sister Heather?"

"Oh yes. Father, each night she comes to my bed and we talk about you. We talk all about your member! She's always saying strange things, like how she wants to 'shove it up her box', whatever that means. She doesn't even own a box, as far as I know. And something about how she wants you to fill her 'pie hole with your man meat', even though we're all vegetarians at the nunnery. I don't quite understand her. But while we talk, she puts her fingers where you have them right now. And she makes me do the same thing to her. But she didn't mention anything about a demon. ... Oh!" 

Glory cried out because Alan found her G-spot in earnest this time. Once he was sure of the treasure he'd found, he started to work it vigorously.

"She probably didn't want to make you feel bad for having a demon. She's very considerate."

Glory's nun persona suddenly dropped and her voice turned deadly serious. "Alan, just a sec. I want you to remember that what I'm saying is for your fantasy purposes only. In no way am interested in anything lesbian whatsoever, is that clear? If you put me in a sexual situation with the real Heather or anyone else for that matter, I am going to go ballistic. Do you fully understand that, young man?"

"Yes." Inwardly, he was crestfallen to hear this, but he resolved to respect her wishes. He figured either someone had lesbian tendencies or they didn't, and there was no way to force it.

"Okay then. I'm just showing you how I always go the extra mile to make you happy. Anything is possible in a fantasy, and I'm happy to do anything in a role play for you. But not in real life with other people. I'd like to see Heather just try to keep up with me, because in real life, I'm sure she doesn't hold a candle to me, if I can say so myself. I also want to make damn clear that you need to keep doing exactly what you're doing to my G-spot." 

Glory bent forward and started to lick the tip of Alan's penis even as both of her hands continued to stroke it.

Alan brought them back into the role play. "Sister Gloria! What are you doing with your tongue there?" 

"Sorry, Father. Sister Heather and I have talked a lot about doing this to you. I was thinking it wouldn't hurt in getting the demon out."

"Good point," he conceded with a feigned sigh of resignation. "I think the demon will definitely, uh, appreciate that. I mean, that'll inspire him to come out. It's just that you kind of surprised me there. Please carry on. What else have you and Heather done?"

"To be honest, I don't think she's over her fornicating ways. Not at all. She's always talking about the things she wants to do to you. Or the things I could do to you. Or what we could do to you together. Like, she keeps talking about 'cocksucking.' Whatever that is. 'Tag team cocksucking.' She likes that idea especially. And all the while, she's kissing me and touching me all over. It makes it so hard to find time to say my nightly prayers. Or my morning ones, for that matter. She's all over me whenever we're alone." She resumed licking.

"Sister, speaking of praying, please stay there on your knees as if in prayer, but scoot in closer to my possessed penis. Then you can continue with your tongue. I need to check if our dastardly demon has entered you through the rear. Like I mentioned, that's always a problem area." 

As soon as she did as he'd asked, he thrust a finger up her ass.

Glory shrieked, "Oh Lord! Sister Heather does that to me too! She must be trying to rid me of my demon, after all. But what's this cocksucking she keeps talking about? I've been trying not to let on with her just how naïve I am with sexual matters. I've never even kissed a man!"

"Here. Instead of just licking my member, try swallowing the whole thing. Then tease it with your tongue inside your mouth. And then I'll explain to you what cocksucking is."

"Mmmph." Glory had a hard time replying coherently because she enthusiastically swallowed him even before he finished speaking. She was really worked up and sucked him off with every trick she knew. Because she was so good at deep throating, she could keep him in as deep as she wanted, just as if she had no gag reflex at all. 

Alan just sat back and enjoyed it. She was so good that he couldn't even concentrate on anal probing, so he clenched her ass cheeks and held on for dear life as she overwhelmed his penis with incredible sensations.

"Sister, let's not be too hasty there - AH! You don't want the demon to come out too quickly or he'll uh, he'll, he'll splatter all over the back of your throat!"

Alan grabbed her head and forcefully pulled it away. It was touch and go, but he managed to hold back from cumming by flexing his PC muscle. 

Glory also expertly grabbed his penis at the base and squeezed hard to stave off his climax. 

The two of them fell back and took a breather. Alan's erection slowly deflated to a half hard state.

As Glory lay there, chest still heaving with exhaustion, she playfully asked, "So, Father, what's this cocksucking thing I keep hearing about?"

Alan laughed at the irony. "It's hard to explain. I think it's better if I teach you. Why don't I come to your and Sister Heather's room tonight, and I'll teach both of you first hand? That way, I can teach you what 'tag teaming' means as well. I don't think we can solve your demon problem right now. It's going to be a long and perilous road and take quite a while to solve. But with God on our side, we will defeat Satan eventually. Sister Heather obviously has her own sex demon, so I'm going to have to spend a lot of time on her problem too. Sometimes the only way to defeat such a creature is to sexually exhaust it, kind of like fighting fire with fire."

"Good idea. I'm sure Heather will love it. But what about fucking?" Glory asked bluntly. "As long as you're in our room every night, couldn't you fuck us a little, too? I don't know what that word means, but Sister Heather talks about it all the time. She makes it sound like so much fun. She said that it feels 'heavenly,' so I'm sure the church must approve."

Alan physically crawled over Glory until his body completely covered hers. Back in his normal voice, he said, "Now, that's what I call a cocktease. If you're not willing to fuck me, you can't say things like that, okay? You're gonna make me hard again already."

She laughed joyfully. "And the problem with that is?"

"The problem is, I'm going to tickle you to death. Jesus! Can you give me more than one minute to recover, already?" 

He started tickling her, and since he lay on top of her, she was fairly helpless. Soon he had her crying with joy amidst her laughter. But their energy quickly petered out and the two of them just lay there quietly for a while.

As Alan lay with his head resting on Glory's lap, he got to thinking about Glory and Heather together. God, I WISH Glory and Heather would tag team me. That would be awesome. But Glory seems pretty sincere about her distaste for anything lesbian. She's pointed that out a couple of times. She is most definitely an incredibly talented lover, but when it comes down to it, she's still an old fashioned kind of gal. I mean, she hardly even curses. Playing around with me, while knowing that I'm doing other women at the same time, that's a huge stretch for her. She's been low key about it so far and keeps hoping she can sexually wow me into dropping the others, but I can tell it's bothering her. No way would she be into a threesome of any kind.

But if that's true, then why did she introduce Heather into the fantasy? She could have gone in other directions that would have been equally arousing. And why Heather? She does teach Heather in another class and knows her reasonably well. Maybe, deep, deep down, she has a thing for Heather? Hell. Who wouldn't? Despite Heather's blow dried, fake-o, mean-spirited nature, she's like the living embodiment of the blonde Baywatch babe. I've been totally happy with Glory just alone, but she's put this tantalizing threesome idea in my head. ... In fact, now that I think about it, both Glory and Heather are blonde. I could get the double blonde attack thing going. Dang. 

And is Glory really that old fashioned? She's so sexually adept. And she has this weird thing about spanking. Maybe she's totally wild, but just hides it well behind all her fancy clothes?

Thinking about Heather got him to think about the cheerleaders in general. He said, "Glory, I'm really sorry about running off during lunch sometimes. But things kind of happened. You remember when I got caught with a girl by Mr. Jackson?"

"Remember? How could I forget? It was only two weeks ago."

"Two weeks? Are you kidding me? Really? God, it feels like two years ago to me. So much has happened since. ... But I kind of got in a lunch situation with a girl since that time, and now that she has some lunch expectations with me and I don't know how to say no. So I've been trying my best to juggle." Alan figured that was close enough to the truth to not be a lie.

"Oh, you must be suffering," Glory teased. "It must be just horrible." She assumed he was now talking about Heather. She asked with more concern, "So is that who you spent the first half of this lunch with?" 

"Glory, to be honest, I spent it hanging out and eating with some male friends. I said that to hurt you for yesterday. I'm sorry." 

"So it's just little old me for you at school today? Oh goody." Her voice was half sarcastic and half genuinely happy. 

"Uhhh... Well, that's not entirely true. Glory, I consider you more than just a lover, you're a best friend. So I have to be honest when it might seem mean. I want you to know that, speaking of Heather, I'll be meeting her after school, in, uh, a sexual kind of context." 

"Ugh!" Glory groaned. "God dammit! That bitch! You're having sex with that evil skank?!" 

"Uh, yeah." Alan blushed. He knew that Heather wouldn't be the only cheerleader there, but he figured it would be best to break the truth to Glory a little bit at a time. 

"You're too much, Alan, really. Whatever am I going to do with you, young man? I pretty much figured it out from the role play, that's why I brought her up, to see your reaction. But to be told for certain - it's soul crushing. The only reason I'm not more pissed is because I KNOW I'm going to get you to see the light that so much as touching her is the height of folly. Don't be fooled by her all-American, blonde hair, blue-eyed looks. She's poison."

"Hey. I really would prefer to be with you. Really. With the exception of a couple of silly crushes, you're my first real love. You always come first. In fact, I moved the meeting to after school instead of now because I wanted to be with you." 

"Whoop-de-do." Glory was peeved at him for being with Heather, but she was also still very aroused. She knew in the back of her mind that she'd be a lot more angry about it later, after she'd had another climax or two. They'd have to talk serious about it before long, but now was not the time. 

Alan was of a similar mind to change the topic. "Never mind about that. Let's have some fun."

They still tenuously kept the fantasy going, but they were more into doing and less into talking now. Within minutes, Alan found himself dry humping Glory between her thighs. That had been so much fun the one time before she'd allowed him to do it that he just had to do it again.

But as he slipped his penis between her slicked up thighs, he thought, Why I am just dry humping her? Why can't I be fucking her? Everyone keeps saying I need to be more aggressive. Glory wants me to fuck her bad; yesterday she all but promised that we'd be doing it soon when she promised to do "anything" to make up for the shock she gave me. So why are we waiting around? Accidents happen. Why don't I just slip it in? She gave me the shock of my life yesterday; it's only fair play if I give her a big surprise.

I could ask her about it and get her permission. That would be the old Alan. We'd talk and talk and the passion would fall away. Yesterday she agreed we could fuck in so many words, so it's not like I would be violating her. She just said she wanted to wait a bit until we could do it right with a really special occasion. Well, we'll do that too. This is a pretty special role play in its own way. Right now I can't control myself. All this fucking teasing! And then more at home. I'm never allowed to actually fuck anybody, it seems. 

This dry humping is great, but it's also absolute torture to be so close and yet so far. Screw being polite and considerate! She tortured me with the whole Michelle thing yesterday anyways. It's time for the new Alan to assert himself!

Alan plowed in and out of her thighs like a rocking see saw. He reached down, grabbed his penis, and repositioned it at the entrance of her pussy. Glory just thought he was having another strategic pause so he could keep going. But within seconds, he thrust forward again. Her pussy was so wet that his penis slid in effortlessly all the way to the hilt.

"Alan!" Glory cried frantically. "Young man! That's the wrong spot! That's my pussy!"

"I know." He made a long pull almost all the way out, and she thought he would vacate it. But then he slowly pushed all the way back in. He thought, anxiously, Too late to stop now! 

CHAPTER 7

"ALAN! ALAN PLUMMER! JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Glory yelled at her young lover because she'd been taken by complete surprise. 

Alan had battled between being the polite, respectful kid that he felt was essential to his nature, the demands from females he was with, and his own libido's urge to be more sexually aggressive. Given a chance to dry hump Glory, his libido won out and he impulsively thrust into her pussy. He surprised even himself and didn't know how she'd react or what to say. He decided to play for time while he gathered his thoughts. "Shush, Glory. Someone is going to hear you!"

Glory considered his words as she felt his penis slowly plunge into her steaming pussy for the third time. Though the room was nearly sound proof, she screamed awfully loud. So she reprimanded him in a quieter, but still fiercely determined, voice. "Young man, stop what you're doing this instant!"

"Why?" he asked, letting his thoughts flow out honestly. "Yesterday you said you'd do 'anything' to make that spanking up to me. 'Anything.' We both knew what that meant." He'd pulled nearly all the way out, and then slowly pushed back in. 

Though Glory verbally resisted him, she most certainly hadn't tried to push him away yet.

She whined, "I know, Alan, but not like this. I wanted wine. Candles! Romance!" She groaned in utter pleasure, which undercut her complaint, as he once again slowly thrust into her body with his engorged penis.

"Don't worry, we'll do that soon. In the meanwhile, who's this Alan guy?" He raised an expectant eyebrow at her and then winked with a playful smirk on his face.

"Huh?" Her entire being was so focused on the sensation of getting fucked that she couldn't carry on a conversation much more or think very well. As he slowly thrust deep, all the way to her cervix, her legs felt like they had turned to Jell-O. 

She didn't mind getting fucked, in fact, she knew that she'd love it. Her objection was more of a reflex to the surprise and his failure to ask first than anything. But with that thrust, her body gave in completely and made her even less able to talk. 

Not only did she give in to the physical pleasure, but she also felt her love for the teenager leap to a new level. Ironically, it was the very aggressiveness that she complained about which brought about her new admiration. Forgetting the need to be quiet again, she shouted out, "Alan, you're such a MAN!" She instinctively locked her heels behind his ass as he pistoned into her more forcefully. 

Alan was surprised at himself. It was as if a new side of him had come to the fore for the first time, a side he'd always repressed (there had been hints, such as his verbally aggressive sex with Heather, but that felt like another role play and this felt real). This more aggressive Alan was in complete control of the situation, and not at all worried if Glory complained about being fucked. He knew she was going to love it, no matter what, because he was going to make her feel better than she had ever felt before. 

Rape was completely unthinkable in such a situation because she profoundly wanted and needed to be fucked by him, and had begged for it for weeks; he realized that now. He'd been too busy listening to her mouth say no, and hadn't heeded her eyes and body, which screamed yes. 

But now all was well with the world, because things were as they should be - he was fucking his first true love, the woman he'd lusted after for two years. 

She fucked back like a woman possessed. She thrust her hips back at him so forcefully on the backstroke that it almost knocked his penis out of her pussy. 

But he adjusted and drilled even deeper than before.

He was so confident and in control that he surprised even himself with the ability to keep talking right through all this feverish fucking. "Who's Alan?" he asked, rephrasing his earlier question. He looked in Glory's eyes and saw that she was now too far gone to reply. He was momentarily struck by the look in her eyes, a love struck look of pure joy that nonetheless still registered great surprise at his unexpected daring.

Lacking an answer from her, he continued between ragged breaths timed to his thrusts and her counter thrusts, "I ask... who Alan is... because I'm a priest... and you're a nun. ... I'm fucking a naughty nun. ... Remember?"

A light of recognition went off in Glory's eyes, though she was too busy grunting and thrusting and just reveling in the intensity of the fuck to even say a word. Although all their costumed clothing had come off, she recalled that they'd been playing a role play just before Alan decided to drive his thickness all the way into her. 

Neither she nor he were coherent enough to remember that he was still known as Alan in their role play - Father Alan and Sister Gloria. But it didn't matter. The point was to revive the role play in their minds, and it worked.




Six Times a Day Pt. 28



Now Alan felt like a wayward priest, actually fucking a nun. That taboo was added to him having illicit sex with his history teacher right in her classroom in the middle of the school day, and also added to the joy of the aggressive surge that ran through his body. Suddenly, his usual emotional restraints had been completely cast aside. He was high on life. It was as good as or better than some of his best sexual moments, like when Suzanne first came into his room and sucked him off, or his first fuck with Katherine, or that first crazy Tuesday his mother repeatedly checked his penis for "abnormalities." 

He rose above words and thoughts. He and Glory were one, like the gears of a train rolling down the track, with him rhythmically thrusting in and her rhythmically thrusting back. 

She kicked her legs back so her feet were on either side of her head, opening herself up even wider to his drilling.

Glory, too, was in heaven. She was fully in the nun role now, even as she remained deliciously aware of her role as a teacher fucking her favorite student. They were beyond dialogue, but she managed to cry, "FATHER!" as she came hard. 

That reminder of his priest role drove Alan to fuck her even faster and more powerfully. 

At the same time, she had to stop counterthrusting altogether, as it seemed her entire body turned to mush with the climax.

It was all she could do not to faint, especially with the way that Alan continued to pound right through her weakness and vulnerability. She had the feeling that there was a human jackhammer on top of her that relentlessly plunged into her no matter what she did. She could try to recover and adjust, and if she was talented enough, help give pleasure back with her own movements, but there was no way to stop his incessant thrusts. He was simply an unstoppable fucking machine, taking what he wanted. She was the cunt lucky enough to be on the receiving end. That somehow turned her on even more, which was remarkable as she'd already never felt so good in her life. 

There was no question now that she would do anything to be fucked by this man. It wouldn't matter if she was married or really was a nun - she was his now. Completely.

That idea of complete belonging excited her so much that she came again. That, in turn, made her feel as limp as jelly from head to toe, and heightened her vulnerability and the awe of his aggressive skill in contrast to her defenselessness. That turned her on all over again. It was a vicious cycle of pleasure that felt so good that she actually wondered if it was possible for her to die of joy before they stopped. But the idea of dying was an almost irrelevant, idle thought, because she didn't want to stop getting fucked, even if it meant certain death. That's how good she felt. 

She climaxed again and let out an almost primeval, guttural moan. They were rutting like wild animals now. 

But luckily Alan kept his head, because they were in a dangerous situation. When he started to fuck her, he'd checked the clock to see if there was enough time, and there was, but just enough. There were only ten minutes left before the start of fifth period. Now it was down to five. Within minutes, other students would likely start to knock on the door, leaving Alan trapped inside. He knew he had to get out soon. But on the other hand, the fucking felt far too good to stop. There's no way he could stop before climaxing, even if the principal and the rest of the entire school were to stand around them and watch.

He instinctively knew that there was just one thing to do: forget his PC muscle training and cum as quickly as he could. That wasn't hard to do since he felt so incredibly good. Further, since they were both so excited, he'd already rapidly built up from a slow, almost lazy pace, to a rapid one. Now he started to go even faster. He felt as if he was part of a high speed machine, pistoning so fast into the hot cylinder of her pussy that his penis was a blur.

Glory could tell that he was trying to get off as soon as he could. Practical considerations were the last thing on her mind, so she cried "NO!" in frustration. Actually, she tried to cry "NO!" but all that came out was a rising "Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na..." She was so enraptured by her sensations that she couldn't even complete a short word like "no."

But Alan couldn't stop now. In fact, it was such an intense fuck that it was unlikely that he could have prolonged it much longer even if he tried. He was bursting with emotion, and his penis had to burst too. 

He shouted, "Aaaaahhhh!" and forgot his own admonition to keep quiet. Glory seemed to have a smaller, tighter pussy than most. It felt like a vice-grip around his shaft. 

As he climaxed, he pushed in even further and it seemed like his penis hit her cervix as hard as if it hit a wall. But it was good. He was transported. It felt like death and then rebirth as wave after wave of cum flooded her depths.

Glory twisted and shuddered beneath him like a rag doll. Her legs were her most active parts; they swung wide and away from him, and then kicked about fiercely in the air as she grunted incoherently. 

Slug after slug of Alan's white cum lewdly bubbled around her tightly-gripping pussy lips while his penis pulsed and throbbed continuously. He had a feeling, even as his mind went into overload, that his sperm had not just coated her love canal, but it had been deposited directly into her womb where, if she hadn't been on birth control, it would have most certainly gotten her pregnant. 

His energy level collapsed, and he lay on top of her like a sack of potatoes. His whole body continued to twitch as if it couldn't stop the thrusting rhythm. 

She continued to quietly moan, coming down from her last of many orgasms. 

They embraced tightly for a minute or two, unable to do anything more despite the niggling concern in his brain, at least, that time was running out. His penis deflated some, but it remained inside her in a half-erect state.

Glory was the first to speak. His face lay on hers, but she made eye contact, and raised a hand to brush his cheek. "My love," was all she said, in a small, awe-filled voice.

She said it so lovingly, so wholeheartedly, that Alan was taken aback. He instantly knew that their relationship had changed in some profound way. It wasn't just that they'd shared an incredible fuck, though that was a big part of it. She looked at him through completely new eyes, though he didn't yet know just what that meant.

They remained there and stared deeply into each other's eyes from only a couple of inches away for what must have been another minute, until they were interrupted by a knock on the door. 

Alan looked up at the clock - it was three minutes until class started. He'd been running on a primal, pure emotional level, but now he had his first coherent thought. Oh shit. I'm fucked! How do I get out of here now?

He looked down at Glory. 

She seemed completely oblivious. The knocking didn't register in her brain at all. 

He shook her and whispered, "Glory. Get up! Get dressed! Your next class is in three minutes!" He rolled off of her and stood. As he did this, his penis came free and his cum pooled out of her pussy onto the sheet they lay upon.

That made some kind of impression on her, though a painfully slow one. 

Alan rushed about, gathering up the pieces of their nun and priest uniforms and looked around madly for their street clothes. 

Glory sat up and even more of his cum poured out of her.

He tossed her underwear at her even as he frantically pulled his shorts up. "Get dressed!" he urgently hissed. 

She started to move her arms and legs into the underwear, though still too slowly for his tastes. 

He looked at her with concern. I've heard of people having that freshly-fucked glow, but this is ridiculous! Glory is glowing so brightly that you could turn all the lights off and use her as a night light. She looks like she's been fucked senseless. She's flushed clear down to her chest. There must be a crowd of students gathering at the door, wondering why it's locked and she's not opening it. If I leave now, it's gonna look bad. Really bad. I probably look all flushed and fucked too. It would take an idiot not to put two and two together. Dang!

He'd finished dressing by this time, though Glory still had a long ways to go. The seconds ticked by. Even if she did get all her clothes on, her hair looked like a mess. Suddenly a desperate but clever thought came to Alan. Hey! I remember thinking that Michelle was hiding in Glory's closet. It would be big enough for me. I should just get in there, and screw fifth period. Somehow I'll sneak out in the break between fifth and sixth. But what do I do about Glory? She's still in la-la land.

"Glory, I'm going to hide in the closet," he whispered. "The whole fifth period. For the love of God, please don't let anyone find out." 

She nodded. She was starting to come around and began to move a little more quickly. As she picked up the sheet she'd been fucked on, she deliberately put her hand right in the middle of the puddle of cum. She lifted up her now cum-drenched hand and studied it like a little child fascinated by a new toy. But after only a few seconds like this, she licked some of the cum from her hand and resumed getting ready.

"Now, as for you..." He pondered what to do with her, even as there the pounding at the door grew louder and more insistent. There was only a minute until the bell would ring. Most of the class would be waiting outside by now. "Do you have a cell phone?" he asked. He sprayed the air with a can of air freshener, as he or she usually did before the end of their lunch sessions.

"Yes," she whispered, puzzled.

"Good. Answer the door with the phone at your ear, like you're still on an important call. Keep talking into it. That'll explain why you haven't opened the door yet. Do you have a sister? Announce to the class that you've just heard your sister is pregnant. That'll explain why you look so blissed out."

"I don't have a sister."

"Best friend then. I'm popping in the closet. Good luck." With the nun and priest outfits in his hand, plus the cum-stained sheet they'd been lying on, he stepped into the closet.

Showing her first real sense of urgency, she hurried to the closet to close it. But then she lingered, staring at him briefly. She whispered, "Yes, my love," as she tenderly stroked his cheek with her hand. Then she kissed him quickly on the nose and closed the door.

As the door closed, he quickly whispered, "Your hair!" He saw one of her hands go up to her tousled hair in concern as the door shut.

Alan was engulfed in total darkness. He heard the bell ring and the sound of students pouring into the classroom. FUCK that was close! 

He still panted from the excitement of the sex and the close call. I think we just pulled it off, if I can keep completely quiet here for an entire hour, and if Glory can get her act together enough to give them an in-class assignment or something. Dang, that was risky. I have no idea what all this "my love" stuff portends - probably more trouble even though I love her too. But it was soooo worth it!

A few seconds later, he realized that his cheek was coated with his own cum from her hand that swiped his face. He thought, I hope to God she doesn't have to touch anyone before class starts!

CHAPTER 8

Back at the Plummer house a few hours earlier in the morning, Susan and Suzanne followed their usual daily rituals. As Alan had left for school a short time before, that meant Susan was busy masturbating. Admittedly it was a very new tradition for her, but in recent weeks it had become an extremely consistent and important one. 

She had whipped herself up to a masturbatory frenzy by the time Suzanne came over a few minutes later. Susan could hear rustling downstairs as Suzanne let herself in, just like she always did. 

Shit! Susan cursed. Why now? I was just in the middle of some really good stuff. Tiger and me back on the beach. Except it was an empty tropical island and he said he needed me to make his babies. I was going to have his babies! ... Suzanne needs to give me more masturbation space. I wonder if I just stay up here, would she mind?

But Susan was a good host and came downstairs, though still randy and unsatisfied. Though Suzanne didn't realize it, Susan was practically ready to fuck a duck - she'd gotten all worked up with Alan before school, but Katherine had reaped all the rewards (and all the cum). She was unconsciously rubbing her stomach as she couldn't shake the idea of her son making her pregnant.

Suzanne was dressed up in "outside clothes," meaning she was still wearing a bra and panties. Susan could immediately tell because Suzanne's clothes were so tight and daring that the panty and bra lines showed quite clearly. 

Susan stared ravenously at Suzanne, especially since Suzanne's outfit still showed a considerable amount of cleavage, but she tried to play it cool. She thought to herself, What's wrong with me? Am I looking at Suzanne in THAT WAY? Again? This psychiatric appointment can't come soon enough. I keep saying that 'cos it's so true. I just have to hold out until tomorrow. Keep it cool, Susan. Just keep it cool. 

She went to make some coffee for the two of them and hoped that doing so would give her time to calm down a bit.

Susan made small talk. "Why are you dressed like that? How are we gonna do our morning exercises and nude sunbathing with you all bundled up in your undies?"

"Unfortunately, I'll have to skip all that today," Suzanne answered ruefully. "I just wanted to stop by and say hello. I have some actual business to attend to in L.A."

"Business?" Susan laughed. "Actual business? I've almost totally forgotten about the need to make money, but I guess the world does go on. You and I are so lucky that we can rely on our husbands' salaries and just have fun all day long. And how do we both repay them? By playing around with Alan. I would feel horrible, absolutely horrible, about the cheating, except that my husband has been such a god-awful lousy husband. But I still am technically married, and that nags at my conscience."

"Me too," Suzanne chimed in. "But I don't let it bother me. If this happened even ten years ago, I would feel bad. But now I don't think about it much, except that it makes playing with Alan that much more arousing, knowing that he's completely stolen me from my husband." 

Susan giggled like a teenager. "Well, there is that. When I do think about it, it makes me so hot. I'm just glad that I don't love my husband anymore because I know if I did I'd be doing all of these things with my Tiger anyway. He's such an irresistible, lovable hunk! Every day I realize more and more how good he is for me. I'm completely alive and in love! But I guess there is the occasional nonsexual thing we have to do to survive. What takes you to L.A.? And why would you go outside like that?"

What Susan meant was that Suzanne's dress was unusually daring, even for her, for something to wear outside. For Susan, it would still be completely inconceivable since she remained like her old shy self when it came to the outside world. Suzanne wore a low-cut, navy blue, skin-tight tank top. Her matching blue skirt was more like two short flaps of cloth with high cuts going up her hips. 

Suzanne bent forward to emphasize her cleavage; her huge breasts threatened to burst her tight top completely open. She answered flippantly, "Oh, I've got some dead dull business stuff to do. Taxes and that kind of thing. I bore myself to tears just thinking about it. I figure I can help sway those boring bureaucrats if they've too busy looking at my chest to think." 

The answer was designed to cut off any further questions, and the ploy was successful. The real reason she dressed so daringly (by outside world standards) was that she wanted to impress Xania. The two of them used to feud over who was sexier. 

Suzanne thought to herself, How ironic. She thinks I'm taking a day off to do something nonsexual, when in fact this trip, too, is sexual. At least the end goal is, anyway. I gotta make sure everything is all set with Xania for this fake psychiatric appointment tomorrow. What a royal bother.

Susan fiddled with the coffee machine to avoid further gawking at Suzanne's ostentatious cleavage display. Her effort not to lust after other women was slipping by the hour. "When will you be back?" 

"Oh, I don't know. Dinner time. By the way, speaking of husbands, what do you think you'll do when Ron comes back? Isn't he going to come back for Christmas?"

"Knock on wood, he may not. I hope and pray. But whenever he comes back, I there are going to be big changes. I may have to move out and get a job. I can't keep living a lie. If he insists on trying to touch me, I might even have to confess that I have a young lover. But who knows? I don't want to think about that right now. I have so many other worries on my mind. For instance..." 

Susan was thinking more out loud than anything, but just in time she realized her next thought was about Suzanne. She came to an abrupt stop. She was glad that she was facing away from Suzanne to make the coffee, because her face got very red.

"What is it? You can tell me. Something about Alan I assume?"

"No, not about him for once. Something else." Susan was so embarrassed that she wanted to run and hide under a rock, but she only was digging herself in deeper with her shy look.

Suzanne raised her eyebrow with intense curiosity. "What?"

"I can't say." Susan said, blushing more and making Suzanne even more curious.

"Ah, come on. I'm your best friend. You can't keep secrets from me. I'll tickle it out of you if you do," she added in a sing-song voice.

That just got Susan even redder, as she imagined Suzanne tickling her, then holding her, then doing very sexual things to her. To make matters worse, the coffee was done so she had to turn around a give a cup to Suzanne. She did so, but kept her head down and blatantly avoided eye contact.

A curious Suzanne suggested, "Talk about it in the abstract. Pretend you're talking about someone else. That makes it easier."

Still blushing and looking away, Susan started, "Okay." She steeled herself with a deep sigh. "I have this friend. Jill. Jill has a problem. She has a daughter and a best friend, and a best friend's daughter. And a most wonderful son. And the thing is, lately they've all started kissing each other. On the lips. And it's great. The problem is, Jill is really, really liking it. Just this morning, she told me, she seriously made out with her own daughter! While they were both naked! I'm worried. Is Jill a lesbian? Is it wrong to feel these things? Is it a sin? Is she taking advantage of her friends and family for her own perverse sexual urges? What would they think? What would God think? What would her best friend think?" 

Susan shyly looked up at Suzanne's face to see how Suzanne was taking it, and then quickly looked away.

Suzanne smiled softly and that made Susan feel a little bit better. 

Suzanne thought, Awww. How cute. This is one reason why I love Susan so much. She manages to remain so good and innocent, even while discussing how she has become completely sex-obsessed. She decided to play along. "Tell your friend Jill that I know her best friend. Her name is, uh, Janet. Janet fooled around with other women in college and Jill knows that, doesn't she?"

"I guess I do. I mean, uh, I guess she does. She was told that a very long time ago. I think Jill hasn't really been thinking clearly lately and that totally slipped her mind."

"Well, Janet did fool around. A lot. So that already tells you that Janet doesn't find lesbian relations a problem at all. You know that Janet goes to church, and she doesn't think that love between women is a sin or immoral at all. Most women are naturally bisexual." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 29



Part 29: Sexual Healing

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 15)

The mood at Friday morning's breakfast was extremely tense. When Susan woke up she'd vowed to herself that she would let Katherine do all the pleasuring of Alan before school. She'd made the same pledge the day before, but had only mixed success in following through on it. 

Both Susan and Alan were aware that Katherine felt she wasn't getting enough from Alan, and the constantly horny daughter was getting increasingly disgruntled about it. Susan wore a heavy and conservative top and a dress all the way down to her ankles. She hoped that would be enough to direct Alan's attention to her daughter and, if it wasn't, she planned to explicitly point him that way. 

Alan, however, had different ideas. He woke up extra early just to make sure he'd have some fun time with his mother, in case the psychologist visit put her back in another prudish mood for who knows how many days. 

When he came downstairs, Katherine wasn't there yet, since he'd gotten up early, but Susan already was. As soon as he walked into the kitchen, he said hello to her, gave her a peek on the cheek, and then pulled up the back of her dress. 

"Ti-Ti-Tiger! What are you doing?!" 

"What's it look like? I'm 'getting your attention.'" He started fondling her ass cheeks. He was relieved to see that she wore no panties despite her long dress. 

"But Tiger! You don't need to this morning. You already got my attention with your kiss. Besides, today is the day for the appointment with the psychologist. I don't feel comfortable doing these kinds of things." 

But Alan couldn't be deterred. He unzipped his fly and let his erection bounce free. "That's probably because you're not wet yet. Here, let me help with that." He focused his attention on toying with her meaty pussy lips with his thumb and index finger. 

Susan really wanted to say something forceful to get him to stop, but she found herself just moaning in ecstasy as her son's fingers made her wetter and wetter. 

However, in less than a minute, Alan found himself annoyed by the dress that kept falling down over is hands and obscuring his view of his mother's fine ass. So he said, "Mom, I think you're wearing too many clothes. Loose the dress." 

"But Son! Today's the psychologist!" 

There was a certain pleading in Susan's voice that could get Alan to do what she wanted every time. But he was determined to try being more aggressive. Plus, a "bad Alan" urge was welling up inside of him. He simply yanked the dress all the way down to the floor. 

She squealed, "Son! Please!" She twisted and squirmed, but made no real effort to get away. 

"Sorry, Mom. Rules are rules. What are you supposed to wear when cooking breakfast?" 

Susan loved how he overruled her so authoritatively. She said in an orgasmically strained voice, "Whatever you tell me to wear! You're the boss." 

His fingers probed her pussy lips mercilessly. "But if I don't say anything specifically?" 

"Good mommies wear aprons!" 

"And?" He was expecting her to say something like, "And that's all." 

But she answered, "And high heeled shoes." She was instantly regretful that she wasn't wearing them at the moment, since she hadn't expected him to come down early. 

"And?" 

"Oh, and a smile." She smiled as she thought of that. She arched her back and thrust her ass out even further to give him improved access to her pussy lips. 

That pleased Alan too. "Very good." Up till now, Alan's exposed hard-on was just bouncing in the air. But now he held it with one hand and began rubbing it right over Susan's asshole and up and down on the sensitive skin between there and her pussy lips. What if I take her pussy right now? Why the hell not? Or at least her ass. I gotta do her ass! 

Susan whimpered in complaint. However, she did have enough resistance to say, "Tiger, really! Please! Please don't stick that in anything? This appointment is important for me. I can't spend all morning dreaming about and worshipping your well-hung cock like I usually do. I need a clear head. Promise me that when Angel comes downstairs, you'll play with her." 

Alan could feel his resolution to be more aggressive wavering. Those seemed like very good reasons to take it easy, especially about the psychiatrist visit. He relented and just rubbed his erection head across her ass cheeks. However, he decided he could tease her some more, at the very least. "Okay, Mom. So you want us to play something like Monopoly? I don't think there will be nearly enough time for that before school." 

"No, not Monopoly. You know. Mmmm." She was already having a difficult time talking because she was panting so much. 

He relentlessly worked his fingers in and out of her hot box. "No, I don't know. Cards? Maybe we should play cards. That'll go quicker." 

"No, not cards! Tiger, I want you to... to... play with her body. Ugh! Mmmm! Your sister's body! God, I'm such a horrible mother, but it's true. I want you to play with her sexy body! MMMM!" 

He knew he had her really hot to trot when she started making her "MMMM!" noise. He goaded her, "What parts?" 

"Do I have to say?" Realizing that she was only delaying the inevitable, she said, "Her tits, Son. Your sister has very nice tits. I want you to squeeze them and lick them. And her ass! God, you sure know how to play with asses!" 

She giggled, feeling his erection drag across her left buttock even as she said that. "And kiss her on the lips! Give her the most unbrotherly and sinful kiss you can! MMMM! Rip her top off and shove your tongue down her throat! Uh! Ugh! Tame her and own her, just like you do me!" 

"Okay, but why? Is it because of the appointment or because it makes you hot to watch?" He pressed down repeatedly on her clit as he asked this. 

"Both! Dear God, it's so wrong, but I love it! Do all- ugh! Do all kinds of nasty and naughty things with her. Mmmm! ... Oooh! That tickles! ... Do anything and everything with her, except for that one thing. Uh! Show her who's the man of the house!"  

By this point, Susan was hotter than a burning stove. She was right on the verge of a massive climax. 

But Alan wanted to keep her as horny as humanly possible. So he withdrew his probing hand and said, "Okay. However, if you're not gonna play with Alan Junior, I expect to at least see more visual stimulation from you. Do you realize you're not even wearing high heels?" 

Susan gasped. "I'm so sorry!" 

"Bad mommy!" He spanked her hard across both ass cheeks. 

That turned out to be a mistake to his plans to keep her on the edge, because that and the "bad mommy" comment aroused her so much that she lost control and fell to her knees, convulsing as an orgasmic wave nearly drove her out of her mind with pleasure. 

Alan realized he'd need to keep her hot or she'd likely have post-orgasmic regrets. Her mood swings had been very volatile leading up to the psychologist appointment. So as soon as her multiple orgasms subsided, he said, "You've been a very bad girl. Not only are you not wearing high heels, but you've got a shirt on under that apron, too. How am I supposed to enjoy your tits when they're all bundled up like that? Take it all off, right now!" 

Susan stood up and immediately began removing what little she still had on. He's right. I am such a very bad and naughty mommy. I just hope he'll spank me some more to better show me my place around here. As she finished disrobing, she muttered to herself, "A good mommy is a naked mommy." 

She remembered the words Alan had told her two weeks ago and which she repeated daily like a mantra to improve her self-confidence: Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about. With her hands behind her back, she arched her back and thrust her bare chest forward. 

Alan had been holding his erection already, and he started to stroke himself while he watched her get naked and present herself. When she was all done, he said, "Good. Maybe there's hope for you yet. Now, present your ass for inspection." 

Susan bent over the counter and thrust her ass up and out. She didn't know much about submissiveness but she did know that she felt an incredible natural high being ordered about like this.

Alan immediately began "inspecting" her asshole with his index finger. Before long, her had her panting and moaning again. 

While he was doing that, she thought, How do I get myself in these situations? I promised myself this morning that I'd be tough and keep my clothes on. Well, at least most of them. But look: he's got my naked hooters mashed up into the counter again, as he completely has his way with my buck naked body - again! God, it's a miracle he hasn't fucked my pussy raw already. I suppose it's only 'cos his so considerate for my needs. What a good son! 

Alan stopped his anal probing when he had her hot to trot again (which wasn't that hard to do). He said, "Okay, you can put your apron back on now. I don't want to get too excited too soon." 

But Susan said, "Hold on, Son. I just don't feel right without my high heels, now that you've pointed it out. Why don't you eat something while I get my shoes? I'll also check on Angel to see what's taking her." 

CHAPTER 2 

So Alan was left alone, but not for long. As he was eating a bowl of cereal, he watched while Susan and Katherine came into the dining room together. 

Susan looked great wearing nothing but heels and an apron (a different one this time - her other one was still crumpled up on the kitchen floor). She'd even tied her hair into a ponytail for extra unusual "visual stimulation." 

But for this moment at least, Katherine was in another league altogether. She stood buck naked, licking her lips, looking like the personification of sexual desire. 

Alan looked at her and thought, Whoa! Hot damn! God, Sis is so smokin' this morning! I really should kick myself for overlooking her sometimes, thanks to Mom and Suzanne always being around. But she's got the ideal Baywatch babe body!

Katherine sauntered towards Alan, swaying her hips widely from side to side. She had a hungry look like a lioness closing in for the kill. She said, "Hey, Bro. Big Rolling Pin Brother, Mom tells me that I'm yours to play with this morning. Is it true? Do I get to be your breakfast plaything?" 

Her voice grew increasingly husky and sensual. "Your breakfast fuck toy plaything? Do you want to play with your Number One Fuck Toy?" 

She closed the distance as she finished saying this. She bent down and licked Alan on one of his ears. 

He found it surprisingly pleasurable and in fact his body tingled all over as she did it. 

Then she grabbed his hands by the wrist and brought it up to her chest. 

Alan thought, Damn, these breasts feel great! I'm the luckiest guy alive. ... Okay, that's it! I need to fuck these puppies and right away! 

He said, "Mom, since we may not be able to do this after today, I want to do one thing while I still can. I'd really like to fuck Sis's tits. The nurse even said that titfucks are especially good for my treatment, as it's very easy on the penis."

This was a blatant lie, since he'd already fucked his sister's tits and knew in his heart that he'd be fucking them many times more. 

While he was waiting for his mother's response, he ran a hand up and down Katherine's ass and thighs and said, "Sis, you're a wet dream come to life." 

Susan wasn't as completely malleable as she'd been a few minutes earlier, since she'd climaxed plus she'd cooled off a bit when she was upstairs. She knew this was something that had never been done in front of her before. But she still fell for it and pointed out, "Well, I suppose I can't really stop that. Tiger, I did say you could play with her body in any way you liked." She opened up a kitchen cabinet as she talked. "Here Angel. Here's some olive oil to lather up so you can give him a slippery ride." 

She walked over and handed off the olive oil. Then she stood back and mumbled, "How come Mommy isn't a walking wet dream?" 

Alan just barely managed to hear that. "Mom, you know you're a wet dream too. Both of you are. I love you both so much. Mom, you know I'd fuck your tits any day of the week. They're totally titfuckable." 

That apparently was the right thing to say. Susan shyly turned around, but not before Alan saw the big smile on her face. He thought, I'll bet that comment's gonna go in her dairy. 

Alan not only titfucked his sister, but he boldly did it right in the middle of the dining room floor. 

Susan stood just a few feet away and watched most of the time, though she occasionally had to go take care of things in the kitchen.

Katherine, strangely enough, was thinking about Christine as her brother's dick slid in and out of her cleavage. Out of the blue, she said, "So Brother. Is it true? Are you still planning on dating Christine again next week?" She said the word "dating" very sarcastically, as if she was putting quotes around it. 

Alan groaned. "Yeah. Geez. Do we have to talk now, of all times?" 

But she acted as if she hadn't heard that. "What's the matter? Aren't the rest of us enough for you?" 

Alan groaned again. The titfucking felt great and the last thing he wanted to do was talk about Christine. Still, he managed to reply, "Everyone here is great. More than enough for anyone. But we're only having a non-romantic date, like the other times. How many times do I have to explain that to you?" 

"There's no such thing as a non-romantic date," Katherine complained. "Admit it. You want her. You want her carnally. Biblically. You wish it was her giant tits you were sliding between instead of my tiny ones." 

Susan, watching while her hands were wandering down to her crotch, said, "Angel, don't keep putting yourself down like that. Your tits are very Alan-worthy, and sizeable too. If they weren't, don't you think he'd be sliding his thick thing between mine instead?" 

Alan grunted in arousal and agreement. "Thanks, Mom. My thoughts exactly." 

Susan added, "Angel, you're the one who's gonna be getting a hot cum bath all over your face or chest soon, so you shouldn't complain. So what if Alan lusts after Christine? She's so sexy and stacked, who wouldn't be? And she's so uppity and self-righteous from what I hear, she really should be taken down a notch. Tiger, I think you need to warm up that Ice Queen with a nice titfuck and a hot spermy facial." 

"Hey! I'm uppity," Katherine complained. "Brother can always take me down a notch." 

"That's nice, dear. But it's not only that. For instance, she had the gall to turn Alan down. I still see that as a terrible wrong that needs to be righted. Tiger needs to repeatedly drown her in fresh doses of sperm until she admits the error of her ways and is fully tamed." 

Katherine complained, "Hey Mom, what if Christine doesn't want to be tamed by Brother's cock? Did you ever think of that? Let her be!" 

"MooooOOOOoooom!" Alan also griped. "I am NOT interested in her already! She had her chance and I've moved on. We're just friends. Friends!" 

But Susan was getting increasingly aroused and not listening closely to his objections. One of her hands had slipped under her apron and was busy rubbing up and down her pussy lips. She was a bit embarrassed about it and hoped the others were too busy with their titfucking to notice, but she was too aroused to not do it. She felt like even wearing the apron was too much, although it admittedly didn't get in the way of anything. 

She said, "Friends are good, but now's a turbulent time, what with this upcoming psychologist visit and whatnot. You can't necessarily count on your sister and mother to always be there topless and panting between your knees with their tongues sticking out. If you make Christine one of your girlfriends, that could help ensure that you don't suffer from those horrible blue balls." 

Katherine objected to that strongly. "MOM! What are you talking about?! Alan is getting plenty of attention, thank you very much! There's no room for Christine in our lives, none! And what about Amy? If she heard your idea, she'd get downright upset, I'll bet." 

Susan backed off a bit. "Hey, I just said one of his girlfriends. One of. Amy makes a fine official girlfriend, I'm sure. But Tiger has great needs. Are you so sure that one official girlfriend is enough? And what if Alan is sitting in class and gets a hankering to play with some E-cups? What's he going to do? Suzanne and I can't always be there." 

Katherine again objected. "Hey! You were just saying that my tits are perfectly fine." 

"They are, Angel. But Alan's such a terribly cum-filled boy. He needs a lot of variety. And everything's so up in the air at the moment. I'd just feel a lot better if he's nailing Christine real good on a regular basis. Then some of the pressure will be off the rest of us, assuming the psychologist doesn't approve of our incestuous relations." 

She directed her words at Alan while her eyes remained riveted at the action on Katherine's chest. "Tiger, I hope you give Christine a good stuffing soon. Drill her hard and long! Don't take no for an answer. Don't be intimidated. Start the date off right. When you pick her up, compliment her outfit, escort her to your car, and then open the door for her. That'll show her that you're a gentleman. Then unzip your slacks, whip out your great big Alan Junior, pull her head to your lap, and tell her to suck on it! That'll show her you're a gentleman, but one with needs. Plus, that'll help set the tone. She needs to understand that from now on, when she's around you she's gonna be spending most of her time naked on her knees with your cock down her throat, just like the rest of us."

Alan was so carried away with the ongoing titfuck that he didn't have much resistance to Susan's wild ideas. He mumbled, "It's not like that..." But in his head he was visualizing her fantasy and running with it. In his mind, it was Christine he was titfucking now, not Katherine. He especially loved Susan's vision of Christine being naked on her knees. 

Susan added, "Oh. That reminds me. Knowing you, on your date, you're gonna need to take her top off before too long. She needs to understand that, as one of your sex slaves, she's not allowed to wear a bra or panties. Never! I don't care what her G.P.A. is, those tits she's got are made for just one thing, and that's to get you inspired so you'll want to slide your big log between them, and fill her with sperm there and everywhere else. Gosh, this is so exciting! Now I can hardly wait until you make your new conquest! When is your date going to be?" 

Between thinking about Alan taming Christine and watching Alan titfucking his sister, Susan lost all control. She hiked her apron up to her waist and openly frigged herself. By this point, not only did she not care if her children were watching her masturbate, she was rather hoping they would be. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 29



Katherine now was the one to groan. "MooooOOOOOooom! Help me out here! Alan's already ignoring me as it is - if he starts in on Christine, I'm never gonna see the inside of his shorts. It's not fair!" 

Alan had a long list of reasons why Susan's imaginings were completely unrealistic. For starters, even if Christine did want him, she would want him as a romantic boyfriend, not as a member of a harem. He was absolutely sure of that. However, he was getting so worked up by the titfuck that he was in no condition to have a discussion and his objections and reality checks faded away. He fantasized her behaving just as Susan falsely assumed she would. 

Katherine also was too aroused to object, though for different reasons. She ruefully thought, Note to self: when talking about Christine, make sure not to do it around Mom. Sheesh! She's encouraging Alan to do the exact opposite of everything I want. This is a disaster! 

Susan was so keyed up that she had a hard time continuing the conversation. But as she frigged herself, she managed to say, "It's not a matter of fair, Angel. We have to learn to share. Remember the saying: 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.' You should work on seducing Christine to ease her way into the harem. Then we can all play together." 

Alan wouldn't admit it out loud, but he loved Susan's talk of Christine being a sex slave in a harem. In fact, the casual way she spoke as if Christine was already in his harem was so exciting that he lost his mental focus and forgot to use his PC muscle control. By the time he realized what was happening, he'd passed the point of no return and even squeezing the base of his penis couldn't stave off his impending orgasm. 

All he could do was shout, "I'm cumming!" 

When Susan saw Alan scoot up and shoot his seed all over his sister's face, she felt almost as good as if he was doing it to her. All three of them came at the same time.

CHAPTER 3 

But when they were done, Katherine didn't make matters any easier for her mother. She purposely let Alan's cum drip slowly down her face and chest, and only periodically scooped up a gob or two to eat. 

She thought, Take that, Mom! Serves you right for sabotaging the conversation I'd planned to have about Christine. Look at all that yummy cum and you can't have any of it. Nyah! Nyah! She giggled despite her frustration.

As she calmed down, she thought, This is bad. If Susan keeps pushing Christine on Brother like this, I think he's gonna cave. And I see the way Christine's looking at him at school lately. She's obviously got the hots for him, probably after hearing all the stories of his sexual prowess. If I'm gonna stop her from taking my place in Alan's heart, I'm gonna need to resort to drastic measures. But what? Hmm... 

Susan served breakfast just in her erotic apron. She was still flustered and in an obviously horny mood, but using great self-control she avoided touching her son in the slightest. She was rightly afraid that once she got started, she wouldn't be able to stop. 

Within minutes, Katherine started a stealth stroke on her brother and soon began to get him hard again. That gave her an excuse to delay eating up the rest of her pearl necklace and cum-splattered face, since Susan wouldn't want her to leave Alan's erection untended.

The sight of fresh cum drove Susan insane with lust all over again. It was all she could do not to throw herself at Katherine and lick the cum off of her tanned skin herself. She couldn't stop running her hands all over her nearly naked body. 

Alan looked at Susan and saw a woman who was worried and not feeling good about herself, no doubt mostly due to the upcoming appointment with the psychologist. He also remembered her earlier comment where she pouted that he'd only called Katherine a wet dream and not her as well. 

So, to lift her spirits and increase his own pleasure, he said, "Mom, I know you said you don't want to touch Alan Junior, but I could really use some special visual stimulation right now. He's growing thanks to Sis, but he's not all the way there yet. I can't think of a more sexy or busty mommy I'd like to ask for help." He never used the word "mommy," deriding it as what a three year old would say, but he made a special exception this time. 

Susan was surprised to hear "mommy." Her ears pricked up and her heart started pounding. She turned to him, overjoyed. "Tiger! Of course Mommy can help! What should I do?" 

He suggested, "Why don't you lie down on the floor right in front of me, writhe around and say sexy stuff?" 

Susan immediately dropped the to floor, wearing just her apron. She spoke her honest thoughts, knowing that would also help arouse. "This is so humiliating! Angel, you have to help me. Whatever it is Tiger asks me to do, I can't say no. He has a naughty habit of sticking his big dick inside of my holes whenever he likes. He can have any part of me except for that one hole though, 'cos he's a considerate and loving son. But he's got me addicted. Completely addicted!" 

She stretched and writhed in sexual heat as she continued, "But the problem is his dick. His cock, if you will." 

Katherine interrupted to joke, "Oh, I will! I definitely will!" 

Susan smiled and went on, "It's just that his cock is so long and round. As a mother I find it so embarrassing trying to stuff all that hot and throbbing meat in my mouth. My lips can barely stretch around it! But when he's gone that's all I can think about: when is he going to put it back in me? I find myself practicing various tongue and jaw exercises, practicing to get better. I'm too obsessed. All I want to do is masturbate all day long, fantasizing about how my son is going to use my body next. That's why I need a psychologist. I need help! Not that I want to stop, God no! But I need to chill out a little bit, I'll admit." 

Alan had gotten used to sexual multitasking in recent days. Remarkably, as he watched Susan's sexy writhing and luxuriated in his sister's handjob, he somehow also managed to continue to eat breakfast. Susan had a great big bow on the back of her apron. She was so close to him that halfway through her performance he bent down and undid the bow, allowing the apron to come loose.

Susan continued on in this vein. She was so sexually overheated that she didn't care at all about rubbing her naked body all over the cold tile floor. Meanwhile, she continued to talk. On one hand, she was presenting her real need for psychological guidance. But on the other hand it was all too sexy, especially when combined with her needy writhing on the floor. 

Her children were too busy enjoying their great sexual arousal to really seriously listen to her complaint of being too aroused too often. 

As Alan was nearly finished eating, he decided that he wanted to reward Susan for her great performance. He suggested, "Mom, seeing how things might change at this appointment, maybe to be on the safe side I should fuck your tits now, too. Who knows what this Xania woman will say." (Alan was extremely confident he would get many more chances, given that Suzanne told him not to worry about the psychologist too much, but it made a good excuse to get her to give in). 

Susan was so worked up that she didn't need any excuses to give in. A titfuck sounded fantastic to her and she was about to say so. But she looked at the clock and pointed out, "Never mind about that. You two have been playing with each other so long that you're going to be late. And you haven't taken your showers yet!"

Alan was surprised by the time. He realized there was no time left to finish up the orgasmic build-up and take a shower. So he suggested, "Mom, we could save time if Katherine and I hopped in the shower together. It's not like we haven't seen each other naked!" 

Katherine giggled at Alan's obvious statement, especially since his cum was still rolling down her face and bare chest. 

Susan again relented, "Okay, but hurry up and be sure to spend some time soaping down and not just playing all the time. And Angel, be quick about squeezing another load from your brother's cum-filled balls. We don't want him to suffer blue balls through his classes. You're practically late already, so hurry!" 

The two kids hurried off to take a shower together. That led to more sexual fun, though very rushed fun since Susan kept yelling that they were running late. 

Susan even came in the bathroom, supposedly "to check on them," though her desire to see her children naked was the main reason. 

However, they were mostly left alone. And once she'd left, Katherine naturally tried to get Alan to fuck her then and there, since she usually left all the restraint up to him. 

He resisted her repeated efforts to guide his penis into her slit, but he made up for it by whispering, "Sis, we can't now, but I'm thinking: when our grounding is over at the end of Saturday, maybe it's time to stop the ban on you and me fucking in the house too. I'm sorry that I haven't been spending enough time with you. I'll make it up to you next week. But if we do that, we have to be really careful not to get caught."

Katherine was extremely happy to hear that and no longer felt neglected. She got so excited that Alan had to redouble his efforts to fend her off and get at least some soap on their bodies. He playfully used the shower to deliver strong water pressure on her most sensitive erotic zones. 

She kept trying to lick his erection, but he fended her off by shooting water from the shower hose right in her face. They battled like this for a few minutes; she kept her eyes shut and managed to get in more than a few good licks. 

Unfortunately, they had to stop before Alan could cum. There just wasn't time to do it right (since he could hold out so long now, it seemed a waste to give it up after only five minutes of stimulation). 

Furthermore, Alan knew that his penis really needed a break from cumming so often. He was left with a bad case of blue balls, but decided it was for the best to just deal with it. However, he gave a lot of attention to Katherine so at least she was able to finish off with a nice climax. 

Alan rushed off to school in one car, while Susan and Katherine drove to Los Angeles in another car. 

CHAPTER 4

The two Plummer females arrived at the psychologist's office in time for their eleven o'clock appointment. 

The plan was that the psychologist would see Susan for an hour, then Katherine for an hour, and then they'd break for lunch. Meanwhile, Alan would attend the first four classes of the day and then drive up to make it around the time the others were finished eating a late lunch. Alan would have a session alone with Xania, and then there would be possible follow-up sessions later in the day for whomever needed one, based on the earlier conversations. 

The matter of payment had supposedly been handled by Suzanne, as a "special gift" to the entire Plummer family. 

Susan made a mental note to show her appreciation as soon as she saw Suzanne again.

Of course the psychologist, Xania Goodleigh, wasn't a real psychologist at all, but just a friend of Suzanne's put up to impersonate one. Even the last name was fake, and just for the day (Xania wanted a sexually punny name, since her real last name, Tsakicheretakis, was a mouthful. Goodleigh was tame compared to some of the others Suzanne vetoed). It took hours of coaching by Suzanne before Xania had the basics down necessary to fake being a psychologist. 

The office that Suzanne had set up on the spur of the moment looked extremely convincing. Xania greeted them in the waiting room, alone. She said she'd given the receptionist the rest of the day off and claimed that one wasn't needed since all the other appointments for the day had been rescheduled for this special, urgent session.

Susan was shocked to see that Xania was a drop-dead gorgeous woman. She'd imagined someone old like the famous media psychologist and elderly woman Dr. Ruth Westheimer. But then she realized that it wasn't so surprising that Xania was young, busty, and attractive, since she was a close college mate of Suzanne's, and beautiful women tend to stick together. Furthermore, extremely buxom women tended to stick together, as Susan and Suzanne's own friendship showed. 

In fact, Xania was nearly as stacked as the two mothers she closely resembled. She had long black hair, piercing dark brown eyes, and wore stylish black-rimmed glasses. She also had an Amazon body type, being slightly taller than even the already quite tall Susan and Suzanne. She didn't actually need to wear glasses, but she wore them for the occasion on Suzanne's advice so as to make her look more academic. Luckily, she had the perfect face for the role - she could look stern and authoritative. (In fact, her ability to look that way helped her land one of her biggest B-movie roles, that of the headmistress at a very naughty all girls' school.)

Susan was the first to go in to see Xania, while Katherine waited in the lobby for her turn. She said, "Dr. Goodleigh. Nice to meet you," as they shook hands.

Xania smiled back primly, and held the mother's hand a little longer than was really necessary. "The same. But please call me Xania. May I call you Susan?" Then she let go of Susan's hand and closed the door behind them.

"Of course." Susan nervously walked further into the room and lay down on the psychologist's couch. She'd never been to see a psychologist before, but the place looked just as she'd expected it to, from what she'd seen in movies. Funnily enough, Suzanne pretty much used her memories of roughly the same movies as inspiration to decorate it.

"Please. Feel free to talk without censoring yourself," said Xania. "This is meant to be a totally open discussion, and anything said here stays here, so just say whatever comes to your mind." 

Suzanne had strongly recommended to Xania that the best way to pass herself off as a psychologist was to simply let the patient do all the talking. When asked a question, respond with, "What do YOU think the answer is?" and other similar tricks to avoid exposing the fact that you don't know anything yourself.

"Thanks, doctor. I feel really weird being here." Susan shifted nervously on the couch. "Suzanne filled you in on Alan's medical need for stimulation?"

Xania nodded understandingly and answered, "She did, though I hope to hear more about it as the day goes on. And please call me Xania." 

"Well, Xania, the problem is, that was kind of the foot in the door for me doing things to him that a mother would never do, and we just kind of kept on going down the slippery slope."

After a pause, Xania said, "Yes? Please go on."

Suddenly, Susan's emotional floodgate flew open. "And, well, the thing is... The things we're doing must be wrong, but I still want to do them. And more! Doctor, I want to have sex with him. There! I said it. I want it so badly. I want to have sex with my son!" She closed her eyes in embarrassment and heaved a deep sigh of exasperation and helplessness. "What the hell is wrong with me? How do I stop this from happening?" 

Susan found that just to say this out loud made her very horny, as she began to imagine having sex with her son in vivid detail.

Xania replied calmly and soothingly, "We will be discussing this situation a lot today, but let's not assume from the outset that what you're doing is naturally wrong and should be changed. I imagine you're aware of Freud's theories about the Oedipal complex and so forth?"

"Yes?"

"That is one heuristic and it has some value, but Freud has largely been discredited these days. I'm certainly not from his school of thought. What's important is not what society thinks, but how you and your other loved ones think about this. Consider an interracial marriage. In some parts of the US, nearly everyone in the society would think that was very wrong, but now we know differently, don't we?" 

Susan nodded. 

Xania continued, "The main historical reason for so many taboos about incest is to prevent defective offspring, but in these modern days, with contraceptives, that's less of an issue, and Suzanne tells me you're infertile in any case, so that's not an issue here at all. Furthermore, Alan and Katherine are both adopted, so, to be brutally honest, you're not actually their mother, just in the social role of their mother. Had this happened when they were younger, that also would have been an issue. But their upbringing is just about over now. So incest in your case is as much or as little as you make of it."

Even though Suzanne had said Xania was open-minded on such things, Susan was nonetheless shocked. "So doctor, you're telling me there's nothing wrong with any of this?!" She took a deep breath and said, "I can scarcely believe a woman of your stature could take such a position."

Xania smiled reproachfully and said, "Now, I didn't say that. What I said was, what matters is how YOU feel about it. You make your own world. If you're being tortured by guilt, and you can't overcome that guilt, then it would be wise to let go of it. Could YOU and your loved ones deal with the risks of social disapproval and illegality? If it will ruin your children's lives, then it will be wise to stop. If it will ruin a good marriage, then stop. And so on. And, of course, what they think about it is equally important. These are the kinds of things we'll need to find out today."

Susan and Xania continued to talk for the next hour. 

Xania subtly encouraged the notion that incest was okay, as long as all the participants were okay with it. 

Susan had bottled up a lot of guilt, sure that she was an irresponsible mother, a slave to her sex drive, and so on. She explained how she felt her mind was split in two. 

Suzanne knew about and had anticipated all of these thoughts, so Xania was prepared with notes from Suzanne on what to say about each concern.

CHAPTER 5

Susan next brought up her lesbianism issue. "Xania, but incest isn't the half of it! I have to admit, I'm having all kinds of strange feelings lately about women. About Suzanne especially. You know what she looks like, how perfectly formed her body is. I've started kissing her on the lips and... Okay, I'll be totally honest. I'm even hot for my own daughter! How's that for messed up?! Incestuous and lesbian feelings rolled up in one. It's a sin! A double sin!" 

Her eyes began to tear up with confusion and fear of what Xania might say to that, certain that Xania would, then and there, officially declare Susan to be totally insane.

But Xania remained unperturbed. She had been forewarned about this, too. She calmly gave an explanation about how lesbianism wasn't immoral. She pointed out that Susan was clearly bisexual, not lesbian, and that bisexuality amongst women was surprisingly common. She got a little carried away and made up the comment, "In fact, the latest studies show that bisexuality is the norm for women. It's just that our society frowns on it, so many women don't explore those desires." 

"Really?!" 

"Yes." 

"Wow! Suddenly I feel so much better." 

Xania even had been coached about what to say on kissing. "As for kissing women on the lips, what's wrong with that? That's like saying shaking hands is wrong. I've been kissing women on the lips just to say hello or good-bye for years. That's just how we do it here in L.A."

Susan was totally surprised by this revelation. "Really? So Suzanne wasn't shitting me after all? I mean, she wasn't, uh, joshing me?" (Susan found herself using curse words for the first time in her life lately, but she still wasn't fully comfortable doing so, especially around strangers.) "I have to admit that I was wondering if she was being sincere on that. Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Xania laughed (Suzanne, in fact, had coached Xania to say this about kissing). "Where were you raised? In a Catholic church mission?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 29



Again, Susan blushed, but this time she wasn't exactly sure of why. "A farm in the Midwest, actually."

Xania shrugged and said, "That's just about the same thing. You must have lived a sheltered life to not French kiss women all the time. Why, in the circles of friends I have, it's nearly impolite not to kiss a woman for minutes at a time just to say hello." This was largely true, but only because Xania mixed with fellow porn stars and B-movie actresses, most of them very sexually active and bisexual. "In fact, I'd be rather hurt if you don't kiss me on the lips before this day is done. It would be good for your therapy to loosen up some, unless you don't find me at all attractive."

Susan was flushed with relief. "Oh, but I do. I find you very attractive. In fact, to be completely honest, I find you downright hot. Is that wrong? Do you mind me saying that?" 

"Not at all. I'm flattered." 

"You kind of remind me of Suzanne, and that makes me very hot. I mean, you have no idea the kind of feelings I have for my best friend. I've known her so long, and I think there's years of suppressed feelings coming out now."

"Well if that's the case, why don't we practice a little bit of kissing right now? It'll help you relax. Holding it in is very unhealthy. You need to release all those pent up feelings."

"Well, okay," Susan said uncertainly. "But I feel like such a slut. Everyone is having me do things to them. Sexual things."

"Susan," Xania said as she stood up from behind her desk and approached the distraught mother, "a kiss is just a kiss. It's not like we'd be having sex, and going down on each other. A psychologist shouldn't do those kinds of things with their patients, no matter how badly she might want to. But I think a kiss could be very therapeutic. You're so tense. Anyway, is there anything WRONG with people doing sexual things to you? Is that bad? Especially when they're your loved ones and everyone feels good about it?"

"Well, no, I guess..."

"Then maybe," Xania said sagely, "what would help you would be to think of it a bit differently. Let's look at your use of language. You say that people are doing things TO you, but in fact you greatly enjoy these things, don't you? Maybe it would be better if you say that people are doing sexual things WITH you. You won't feel so out of control if you admit that you've been a very willing and active participant already. Empower yourself by admitting that you want to do these things with the people you love."

Susan brightened. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "Wow. I never thought of it that way. You're right. Let's kiss. I want to kiss you."

So the two of them stood up and walked to each other. Xania was a good kisser and laid into Susan with a very active tongue. 

Suzanne had told Xania a little bit of kissing was okay but not to go too far too fast, so she backed off after only a minute. Their lips parted. 

Xania smiled to see Susan now aglow with self-confidence instead of the worry that had dominated her face since she first walked in the office.

They reluctantly returned to their previous positions. 

And, strangely enough, Susan did feel a lot better and more relaxed. She said, "I'm so glad to hear that this kind of kissing is okay. But the fact is, I want to do more than just kiss. Just yesterday morning, I was talking to Suzanne about this. Expressing ... feelings." 

She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together like a pair of wet, fleshy scissors. She kicked her left foot up into the air as she imagined her and Xania passionately entwined on the office floor.

Xania held her hand up. "Wait. Let me guess. You told Suzanne that you have the hots for her."

Susan blushed. "How did you know? How can you read me so well?"

Xania laughed. "If any creature on Earth has eyes and sees Suzanne, it's gonna have the hots for her. Now that you're freeing yourself from your sexual repressions and discovering your true self, it makes sense that you're opening up to her. I can only assume she feels the same way about you, because you're equally gorgeous, and a very kind and lovely person to boot."

Susan blushed more, but she was gleeful now. "Well, she did kinda say she liked me yesterday." She had her hands folded and fidgeted shyly like a girl confessing her first crush. Her pussy throbbed between thoughts of Suzanne and Xania. She desperately wished she could be rid of her constrictive clothes so she could scratch her itch down below.

Xania gave a benign laugh. "I've known Suzanne even longer than you have. She's a great person. Stick with her. Never doubt her judgment. And never doubt her love."

Susan recalled Alan saying nearly the exact thing the night before. "You're so right," she said with a happy sigh.

"I have high hopes that the love between the two of you will continue to unfold and grow. If you have a physical relationship with her, I think that would be great. And very healthy for you. She's a strong anchor in your life and she'll never let you down." 

Of course Xania had been coached to say all these things to Susan. It was unfair for Suzanne to put words in another person's mouth, but at least these were Suzanne's honest feelings on the subject - she truly did believe she would never let her best friend down.

Xania had been briefed on Susan's new attitude towards clothing by Suzanne. So she said, "Now, on a different note, I see you've been pulling on your clothes ever since you've gotten in here. It's as if you're very uncomfortable wearing them. How do you feel about nudity?"

"Oh, I love it! I'm very pro-nudity. You're so perceptive, Xania. I'm amazed. I just hate being all confined when I go out. This is the worst, being all bound up in fancy clothes like this, and wearing a bra and panties, even. Not being able to go topless is just the absolute worst!"

"How do you feel being naked around your son?" 

"Do you really want to know?" 

Xania chuckled patiently. "Of course." 

"Oh my goodness! I love it! When I'm wearing clothes around him, it just feels so wrong! Unless I know they're helping to keep him erect, you know, down there. Then it's okay. Is that wrong? Am I crazy?" 

"No. Absolutely not. Susan, I need you to be completely relaxed so you can open up to me. For different people that means different things. Despite what you might have learned in your small town upbringing, there is absolutely nothing wrong with nudity. Just ask any European and look at their nude beaches. If going topless puts you at ease, then by all means, I strongly encourage you to take your blouse and bra off right now. And with those huge breasts of yours, I can understand why you find that top so constricting. After all, I'm here to help, not to judge. I want you to feel confident enough to open up and get in touch with the real you."

"Oh really? Thanks! Don't mind if I do. This is fantastic. I was so worried about this appointment but I feel so much better already. Suzanne is such an incredible friend, calling you up to help me. I love her so much." Susan took off her layers of clothes until only her blouse hung loosely above the waist. 

Xania would have been blind to miss just how far Susan's nipples stood out, and she wasn't blind.

Xania continued to field all of Susan's questions and concerns. She drew no attention whatsoever to the fact that Susan was topless. 

Everything went swimmingly. By the end of the session Susan thought Xania could practically read her mind. Thanks to Suzanne's helpful coaching, Xania very nearly could.

Xania found it curious to be talking to a buxom, topless woman in such a formal setting. On a whim and for her own amusement, she decided to veer even further from Suzanne's approved script. She said, "Now Susan, let's do a little mental exercise. I want you to lie back on the couch and we're going to do some visualizations." 

Susan lay back and luxuriated in the feeling of the leather couch as her massive breasts fell against her body.

"Good. Now let yourself get completely relaxed. Breathe in deep. ... Good. Close your eyes and let yourself go limp. Like a wet noodle. ... Good. Now, I want you to mentally explore your feelings for your son. I want you to take a few minutes and just imagine what it would be like to have your son fuck you. Keep your eyes closed and your body relaxed. Imagine that his penis is pushing in and out of your body while you receive him with your legs locked around his waist. I want to see what kind of feelings that inspires in you to determine if we have a problem."

Susan warned, "But doctor, that's going to inspire some very horny feelings." Even as she said this, the pace of her breathing increased. Her eyes nearly glazed over.

"Well sure, that'll be part of it, but just go with it and let's see what all comes out." Xania watched Susan like a hungry wolf eyeing defenseless prey. She could tell that Susan was a ticking time-bomb of sex already on a very short fuse.

So Susan lay on the couch with her eyes closed and silently thought about having full intercourse with her son. Within a minute, her breathing started to become very labored. 

After another minute, one of her hands drifted to her exposed boobs. Another minute passed and her legs started to writhe around involuntarily. Although she groped her tit-flesh, she tried her hardest not to plunge a hand under her panties. 

After another minute, her dress rode up and her legs spread wide as if she was ready any second to have Alan impale her with his penis.

Xania herself was getting very aroused at the sight, but she said calmly, "All right, Susan, so tell me what you're thinking right now. Calmly." 

Xania figured that Susan wouldn't be able to see if Xania took advantage of herself behind her desk. Since she held a pen in her hands as if she was taking notes, she dropped that hand down to her crotch. Her tight skirt naturally bunched up and she began to lightly trace the outline of her clit with the pen. 

"Yes, doctor," Susan gasped. "I'm on a beach. The beach we were at over the weekend. My Tiger is lying on top of me. Such a big, strong tiger, and I'm so helpless. He's fucking me! He's fucking me like a madman! So good! It's going in and out and he's ramming me up and down, up and down, driving me into the sand! MMMM! God! The ocean waves are crashing over my body! He's fucking his mommy out in the open, but I don't care! I just want it in me, more! Mmmm, yeah! More! Harder! Fuck me, Son! Nail me! Fuck your mommy good! Fuck-"

"Excuse me," Xania interrupted. 

Susan had started relatively calmly but within seconds she was panting and heaving and nearly shouting. It took a while for her to react to Xania's comment. 

"Try to calm down, please. Freeze the image there and calm your breathing." Xania was better able to control herself to outside appearances, but her own hand was attacking her own clit more fervently with the pen even as she said this.

Susan slowly brought her breathing under control, relatively speaking, but she continued to grope her heaving chest. Her voice trembled as she mumbled, "Oh Lord God, he's in me!"

Xania could see a very big wet patch on Susan's panties. She unthinkingly licked her lips as she wondered how Susan's drenched pussy might taste. She didn't have to guess too hard thought, because she could smell the pussy from across the room. "That's better," she soothed. "Now, tell me about your feelings. What feelings are going through your head?"

"Heat. Extreme heat. I'm burning up. Horniness. Complete and absolute, utter arousal. It's like he's really fucking me! It's good! So good!" Her hips started to involuntarily buck and thrust up into the air again as she described her feelings.

"Now hold on," Xania urged. "Stay calm. What about negative emotions? Are you feeling any of those?" she spread her legs wider to better attack her clit with the pen. 

Susan might have wondered why Xania's knees were so high above the desk, had she looked up, but she didn't. Xania's pantyhose still stood between her and direct contact with her privates, or she would have been plunging the pen in and out of her slit already.

Susan pondered her answer, trying to think coherently. "Uhhh, let's see. Frustration. Some part of me realizes this isn't real and that my son hasn't actually fucked me yet. That's really frustrating. GOD, that's so frustrating!" 

Xania waited. Finally she asked, "Is that it? No guilt? Fear? Worry?" 

One of Xania's knees banged loudly against the desk as her body writhed involuntarily. She brought a second hand around and slipped it under the panties and pantyhose. Two fingers of that hand found their way into her vagina while the other hand still worked on her clit with the pen. She hoped Susan was too far gone to notice.

"No. That comes before and after. But during, like when I masturbate, I just let myself go! It feels so good! But I'm a good girl. I am not going to put my hand down there. NO! Bad! Bad girl! Mommy has to be a good girl for her Tiger. This sex cow has to save her needy pussy for his big prick!" Susan's chest was heaving again, and her legs kicked wildly up in the air.

"Okay, calm down! Calm down." Then there was a silence, because Xania was starting to cum. She found the intense incestuous emotions Susan was expressing just too arousing to control herself. She waited until she got her own immense relief with a nice clitoral orgasm, and then tidied up a bit. 

With her hands once again safely above the desk, she said, "Open your eyes and just relax. The exercise is over." 

CHAPTER 6 

Susan looked crestfallen. She definitely enjoyed the exercise, even though she hadn't been able to cum. 

Xania felt bad for cumming when she hadn't let Susan reach her own orgasm, and hoped she could make it up to Susan later. She thought, Fuuuuuuuck. This woman really needs to be fucked. I have never seen anyone in such dire need of some serious fucking. If it weren't for the hands-off promise I made to Suzanne and the lack of a strap-on, I would get up right now and do her myself. There's just so much tasty flesh to explore on her. Talk about curves. Damn! 

I think even if I were a real psychologist, my prescription would be some hard core son-fucking. She just needs it like she needs air to breathe. "Fuck your son three times a day, before meals, and call me in the morning." Ha! She's got MY panties totally soaked! Unfortunately, I still have to pretend to be a professional, or I'm gonna fuck it up for everyone in the family. Fuck. Fuckedy fuckedy fuck fuck! 

Xania was curious about one thing. "Now, did I hear you call yourself a sex cow?"

"Yes, I did," Susan answered bashfully, feeling guilty and nervous again. "I do that all the time. Is that sick? Twisted? The thing is, I want Alan to milk me. My udders. Uh, I mean, my tits. And he'll squeeze my udders dry. And then he'll poke me with his cattle prod." 

She started to get sexually worked up again, but caught herself and said with concern, "So, you see what's wrong with me? Tell me I'm sick! I have these constant fantasies about lactating for him."

Xania pretended to take copious notes of the "visualization exercise" while Susan watched nervously. Meanwhile, Xania merely said, "Very good. Instructive." Suzanne hadn't warned Xania about Susan's cow fantasy because Susan had hid it from Suzanne so far. 

So Xania didn't know what she should say and just winged it. After a pause, she said, "Susan, you have nothing to worry about. Such cow fantasies are actually quite common, though rarely discussed. To have fantasies is very healthy and a sign of strong mental health. I strongly encourage you to pursue your lactation dreams. ... Now that I think about it, this might also be somehow connected to the fact that you were unable to bear children of your own. I think that not only should you further explore these fantasies, but you should get Alan and others to help stimulate your breasts more often. With any luck, you might be able to lactate and thus satisfy an unfulfilled maternal urge." 

Xania was completely making this up, but figured that advice that led to further tit fondling could only be good for everyone involved. She had no idea what kind of big impact she was making. 

"Oh, really?!" Susan nearly leaped up with joy. "Thank you so much, doctor! That's one thing that's been worrying me, that I've been having these strange fantasies."

Xania muttered, "Like I said, fantasies are healthy. Now, Suzanne left some notes for me, and she mentioned that the main reason you're holding back from allowing your son to fuck you is your religious beliefs. Is that correct?" 

"Yes it is, doctor. I wasn't going to bring that up because I figure you're not a theologian or a priest. But I worry about going to Hell for my sinful ways." 

"But Suzanne says she's explained that what you're not doing is not a sin. So what's the difficulty?" 

"She has, and she's helped me to see the light on most things. But I still stubbornly cling to the idea that vaginal penetration is incest, even if all the other stuff isn't. And it's adultery, too! I'm still married you know, even if it looks like I'm headed for a divorce." 

"I see. Well, we'll work on some of those issues as the day goes on, if that's okay with you. It's true that I'm not a religious expert, but I understand that you agree with Suzanne on a rational level that vaginal fucking is not a sin, it's just that you can't accept this truth on an emotional level. Would you agree with that?" 

"Yes, I suppose." 

"Good. I can definitely help with that hang up, then." Xania she wrote some more on her pad (or at least pretended to), finally looked up, and said, "Okay, that's it for now, I think. Are you feeling like a break?"

Susan nodded. "I'm a bit blown away. Like I've been through the wringer. That visualization exercise was intense. I don't normally allow myself to indulge those thoughts about him. At least, not so blatantly. I try to just fantasize about things like sucking his cock, or taking it in the ass. Someday soon, he's going to fuck me up the ass. I can almost feel it. Mmmm... The fullness of having a pine tree shoved up my butt. Hurts so good! Mommy's butt is so ready for Tiger's big pine tree to come knocking on her back door..."

Xania cut Susan off before she could drift completely into her anal fantasy. "It's good to just let it all out. That's part of therapy. Try to have these kinds of fantasies as much as possible, to bring out your repressed feelings. Get in touch with your inner sex cow, okay?" 

Xania thought she might have gone over the top with that last comment, but Susan seemed to take it seriously and in good faith.

Susan nodded obediently. But she thought to herself, Xania, you don't know what you're saying there. If I do that, I'm either gonna run out of cum or I'm gonna get some kind of carpal tunnel syndrome from too much pussy fingering. But maybe I have to work it out of my system. Maybe that's the solution. I need to fantasize about having Alan fuck me. Frequently.

Xania continued, "Good. Now. We're going to do a round-robin of sorts. I'm going to talk to your children for a while and then you and I will get back to some of these issues later. By the end of the day we should make a plan on what to do and where to go from here. But that will depend greatly on what Alan and Katherine have to say later in their sessions. Okay?"

Susan left after she reluctantly put her clothes back on and shared a deep good-bye kiss with Xania. 

Susan was still as aroused as ever, but had no choice but to wait in the waiting room. Left alone, the guilt kicked in and slowly overtook her lust. She shamefully ruminated about saying things like wanting a pine tree shoved up her ass to a near complete stranger. Funnily enough, she hardly gave any thought to kissing Xania or taking her top off. Those actions seemed perfectly normal, now. It was not doing those things that seemed strange to her.




Six Times a Day Pt. 29



Then Katherine came in for a session. Right off the bat, Katherine freely admitted to her sexual desire for Alan, and, in fact, admitted to already having sex with him. 

Xania gave her much the same talk about incest that she gave to Susan, but she didn't really have to change Katherine's mind since Katherine was already fully convinced that sex with her brother was okay. 

Xania took the opportunity to further plant some of Suzanne's suggestions. She pointed out that Susan's body needed "serious special attention" and that Katherine would be a good daughter in helping Alan out in this regard. This made Katherine resolve to be even more aggressive with her mother in the future. 

More crucially, Xania suggested that Katherine follow Suzanne's guidance and leadership in such things. Katherine readily agreed.

The session went quickly and easily. Although Katherine was already set in her ways, she was pleased and emboldened that she was getting a professional stamp of approval for her incestuous behavior. 

Then they all broke for lunch.

Xania was pleased with her performance so far. The two females clearly bought her role as psychologist lock, stock, and barrel. 

But she was more excited knowing that Alan would show up from school soon for his session. She stood staring towards the waiting room and thought, I have plans for Alan. Big plans. Suzanne forbade me from going too far with Susan, but I'm free to do what I want with him. I can't wait to see what happens when he arrives. I keep hearing so much hype about this guy. I'm dying to see if he'll try to seduce me, and how good he'll be. And how good he'll taste. Mmmm! 

Unlike Susan, I sure as hell ain't gonna hold back from fucking the young stud, even if I have to be the one to seduce him!

CHAPTER 7

Meanwhile, back at school, Alan took two midterm tests. He was lucky that he'd managed to study some hours the night before because they were difficult tests. He figured that, as a result, he probably got C's instead of F's. Last night was the first time he'd seriously studied in a week, and he wasn't concentrating very well in class, either. 

He had another test in his fourth period history class taught by Glory. He was so distraught about how the other two tests went that he made it a point to not even glance in Glory's direction so he wouldn't be cursed with the mentally distracting hard-on he usually had in that class. 

He was reasonably successful at avoiding thoughts about his teacher and having sex with her. He did a good job on the test, since it was his favorite subject and he knew the material pretty well even without studying (thanks to the inspiration Glory gave him the past couple of years).

When the class was over, he stayed after, as usual. He wasn't supposed to leave for the psychologist's office in L.A. until after he had something to eat. He'd decided to use the lunch period to be with Glory and then the cheerleaders, and then grab some fast food to eat in the car. 

Glory sat behind her desk and Alan remained at his desk while the two of them patiently waited until all the other students filed out. Then Glory found his paper in the stack of tests, took it out, winked at him, and wrote "A+" in big letters on the top of it.

"Hey, you can't do that!" Alan genuinely protested as he got up to stop her. "You haven't graded it yet!"

"I know," Glory replied professionally even as she gave him a subtle smile, "but that's what you get for fooling around with your teacher. I'm counting fucking your teacher senseless as extra credit on this test, and that's worth a LOT of extra credit!" 

"But seriously, you can't do that," he still complained. "You know I'm not messing around with you to get a good grade. That would really disturb me if you graded me unfairly." 

Glory looked at him with a deadpan face and said, "Glarg van wogga bluga snorf dats."

Alan blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

"You fucked me senseless. So of course you can't understand me." 

She laughed at her own kidding around, and so did he. 

"Young man, I didn't know HOW I could manage teaching class today, thinking about all the ways you were going to fuck me, much less how I got through fifth period yesterday, knowing you were hiding in the closet the whole time. It occurred to me it was dusty in there, and I was scared shitless that you would sneeze." 

Glory stood up and started to take off her clothes.

Alan put a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from taking anything off. "Wait a sec. I'm still concerned about this A plus. We have to be on the level. I can't allow that; it cheapens this special thing we have. Plus, what about my A.P. test? That's a standardized test, administered by someone else. If I really don't know my history, do you think I can just go in there and say, 'Do you count teacher-fucking as extra credit on this A.P. History test?' I don't think that's gonna work!"

"Don't be so sure," said his teacher. "Those tests are often run by teachers. If it's being run by an attractive female one, you just might want to try that out!" 

Glory said that only half jokingly. She only had glimmers of his sexual escapades away from her, but she could tell by the way he had become a better lover on almost a daily basis that he was getting lots of practice. When she consulted her own heart, she didn't doubt his ability now to seduce women and get them to do even outrageous things for him. But she wasn't happy about it. 

"I'm being serious!" Alan complained.

"I know," Glory said, more contritely. "And that's one thing that endears you to me, that you have a good conscience. But I practically don't have to grade your test, in any case. You're an excellent student, and history is your best subject. If you studied at all, I'm sure you got an A. Did you study?" She studied his face closely to see if he told the truth.

"Yeah. I actually studied a lot yesterday. Too much for this class, because I like the material, and not enough for the sucky subjects."

"See?" Glory waved her hands wide, like it was no longer an issue. "There you go. Easy A. I'm glad to hear it too, 'cos you have been slacking off in my class more than a little bit lately. I almost need to spank you again for that. In fact, I think you need a spanking, regardless." She winked. 

Alan complained, "Don't bring up spankings." He was still smarting from what he now called the "Michelle incident." 

"Sorry. I'll grade it just to be sure, though. As for that A.P. test, I'm sure you'll ace that too. But if you don't think you will, I'd be more than happy to give you private tutoring. Seriously. I have an idea for a reward system that I think would be most effective." 

She began to run her hands over his arms and chest. "We could study a little, play around a little, study some more, fuck, study, fuck some more, then fuck some more after that..."

"Oh yeah, right," he said, both delighted and derisive. "I like the idea, but do you expect to be able to do that at my house, with my mom and sister nearly always there? And even with your boyfriend moving out now, what would your neighbors think of you often coming home with a teenager and probable student?"

"That is a problem," she conceded. "If all else fails, we could get a hotel room. I could even tutor you on some of your other subjects. Including Sex Ed, of course," she added seductively.

"You're crazy," Alan said as he shook his head in disbelief at how single-mindedly focused on sex she had become, especially since she'd been the one against having sex for so long. But he kissed her anyway. 

The conversation came to an abrupt end and Glory's serious proposal was left unresolved, because after the kiss ended, Glory enthused, "Let's fuck!" She opened her blouse and yanked her bra up over her tits.

But Alan once again disappointed her. "I wish I could, but I've only got a few minutes. I really shouldn't even climax right now."

Glory stopped her advance and put her hands on her hips in frustration. "Young man, just what is going on here? You can't just give me the fuck of my life one day and then say, 'Oh, by the way, I can only stay five minutes' the next. You said that time with me would come first. Do you have any idea what you've done to me? I was so excited last night that I could hardly sleep, thinking of what we'd do today. I damn near dehydrated myself from the masturbation!" 

She added in a dejected tone, "I'll bet you didn't even think about me."

Alan scanned his mind. In fact, he did think about the sex they'd had many times the rest of that day, and that night as well. He'd even dreamed about it. But it also competed with other thoughts about other women. And he'd given very little thought to this lunch, as he knew he'd already promised to spend the bulk of it with the cheerleaders. It wasn't that he preferred their company, but he had painting responsibilities to finish before he headed up to L.A. 

So he felt he spoke honestly when he said, "Glory, that's not true. I've been thinking about you a lot ever since we did the deed. I loved it. But that caused me to miss an appointment yesterday at lunch, and now I have to make it up."

"An 'appointment'?" she repeated as she narrowed her eyes in a sign of jealousy. "Do you mean, a chance to fuck that cheerleader? Come ON! Aren't I a better fuck?"

"Of course you are, but I made a promise and I can't let them down." As soon as he said the word "them" he knew he'd made a big mistake and inwardly groaned at his own stupidity. She had a knack for getting him to accidentally confess things.

"THEM!" Glory cried hotly. "THEM?! Just how many girls are we talking about here?! What, are you fucking the whole cheerleading squad or something?!"

Alan blushed. He decided this was not the time for total honesty on that score. He replied meekly, "No, not exactly..."

Glory stood up and clenched her hands into fists. "NOT EXACTLY?! Young man! Come clean with me! Just who all is my competition around here?"

Alan realized that he was getting into deep trouble. Once she had a lead, Glory had a way of ferreting out much more than Alan wanted to tell. So he aimed for a distraction and unzipped his blue jeans. His heavy, thick penis flopped out like a flesh-colored garden hose and poked toward his teacher. 

Her eyes locked onto the new target, but she still expected an answer.

He hemmed and hawed. "Ummm... Uh, well, you see, it's like this. I am involved with a couple of cheerleaders, but they don't mean anything to me. Not like you. But I feel obliged. It's like when you start something you have to keep up with it."

"A couple? As in two, or two-ish, possibly three or four?"

"Um, the latter," he replied, almost inaudibly. His ears burned with embarrassment.

"I figured." Luckily, she was heavily distracted by the sight of his penis, and in fact one of her hands slowly inched forward towards it, as if there was an internal battle going on inside her to jack him off or stay mad. The staying mad side was losing. 

She added, "I already knew about Kim. And then there's your new girlfriend Amy. She's a cheerleader too. That's two. For all I know, you could be fucking the whole cheerleading team except for your sister!"

Alan coughed. He had a very guilty look on his face. He was deathly worried that the longer this conversation went on, the more likely Glory would squeeze out of him the fact that his sister was on the list of those he'd fucked.

"You ARE!" Glory realized with frustration. "Fuck!" Her hand flew the rest of the distance to his penis, and she started to stoke it madly. "I don't know why, but I'm not only mad, I'm horny as hell. Fucking the whole cheerleading squad. Fuck! Shit! I thought that kind of shit only happened in the movies. Really corny, hard to believe porn flicks, if anything. But you're actually doing it." 

Her fingers flew up and down his rigid penis in a near blur. "If I were smart, I'd tell you to get out of my sight, but your confession just makes me want you even more. What's wrong with me?!"

Her hands paused, and in fact her whole body froze for a second, while she decided something. "Fuck you, Alan Plummer," she said with resignation as she dropped to a squatting position and swallowed his penis.

Alan stood with his legs slightly spread and relaxed while she did her thing. 

All of her frustrations at his multiple partners were channeled into her blowjob as frantic energy, and she sucked his penis like there was no tomorrow. She twirled and licked and blew and scraped with her teeth. It felt as if she had three tongues inside her mouth. Since he wore heavy blue jeans she couldn't attack his ass, but she more than made up for it with a two-handed assault on his balls. 

It was all he could do not to just shoot his wad in the first minute.

In fact, it wasn't long before he had to push her head away with his hands, because she had no intention of stopping. He, on the other hand, worried that if he came just then, he would be embarrassingly flaccid with the cheerleaders. He could practically hear Heather's voice mercilessly taunting him for failing to give her any "consolation prize" like he'd promised. 

They struggled a bit, with him barely able to keep her at bay, and her trying to get her lips back around his prick. 

She cursed, "Fuck you again, young man! I'm going to fucking get that load, if it's the last thing I do! Those fucking cheerleader sluts don't deserve your sweet cum. It's mine, dammit! Mine!" 

They struggled for a while longer. 

Suddenly Alan thought of a way to satisfy Glory and keep his load so he wouldn't disappoint Janice and Heather. He pushed her back much harder, so she actually fell backwards and had to drop her hands to the floor as her ass was knocked from her crouching position a few inches to the floor. He said in a strong voice, "Glory, I love you very much. But I'll decide who gets my cum and when. You need to be punished for your attitude. Present me your ass. NOW!"

Surprised by the sudden reemergence of the aggressive Alan, she did as she was told, and turned over on all fours. "Alan? What's gotten into you?" she asked meekly.

He yanked her panties down to expose her butt. To his surprise, the fabric tore in his hands, and he ended up with a chunk of her panties in his palm. The rest of her ripped underwear fell to the floor. That accidental tearing seemed to surprise and impress Glory even more. He mentally noted that her pussy was dripping in near Brenda-like amounts. 

Then he said, "Hey. You're making me like this, with your 'It's mine, dammit' comments. So I fuck some cheerleaders. They mean nothing to me emotionally. Not like you. You have a big piece of my heart. Do you have a problem with that?" He raised his hand up to strike her butt.

As she looked over her shoulder in fear, she replied, "N-n-n-no. G-g-g-go ahead. Fuck 'em all."

He slammed his hand down, hard. Then he said, "Good! I think I will. Glory, I still love you dearly, but variety is the spice of life. I admit it, I'm selfish and I'm spoiled. But I'm still really just a kid. If a bunch of sexy cheerleaders throw themselves at an eighteen year old guy, how many guys would will turn them down? I'm weak but I love you. You have to understand that. Neither of us can make exclusive long term commitments because who knows where college will take me in a year? Let's just enjoy each other while we can. Okay?"

"O-o-o-o-okay." She felt that his voice was so sincere, she couldn't argue with him. His tone made it seem like the cheerleaders were less than nothing but she was everything to him. Plus, the fact that she was on all fours presenting her naked ass to him for a spanking made it hard to have a rational argument. 

He spanked her again. But as soon as the spanking was done, he thrust his fingers into her vagina. She was so wet that they slid in deep, like sliding down a water slide. She didn't cry out at the spanking or the invasion.

Then he spanked her a few more times, but never stopped rapidly frigging her pussy. 

She panted heavily and obviously loved it. 

After only about six or seven spanks, he stopped and devoted all his energies to pleasuring her ass and her pussy with his hands. After all, the spanks were ultimately sex spanks, not true anger spanks, and both of them knew it. 

She came with an all-over body tremble. 

He felt good too, because he could tell she was shaken to her very core by the experience.

When it was over, she turned around, and to Alan's surprise, she was crying. What puzzled him more was that he could tell that they were simultaneously tears of sadness and tears of joy. 

She said to him, "Alan, when I first started getting involved with you, I knew it was a risky and unknown path. But I never, EVER thought something like this could happen! I LOVE YOU! I really do. I've never loved any boyfriend so much. And you're just a kid. But you're more of a man than any of them. If one of my boyfriends so much as heavily flirted with another woman, that was it. He was toast. And yet you're telling me you're fucking all these cheerleaders, and I'm okay with it! Well, not really, but I'm hating it and yet I'm kinda loving it at the same time. This is so fucked up!" 

Suddenly, she pulled him down to her level. 

Taken by surprise, he collapsed right on top of her. 

She kissed him passionately, and he recovered enough of his wits to kiss back. 

When it was done, she looked him in the eye, and said, "Alan, I'm having a hard time adjusting to your other women. Will you do me a favor? Please don't get mad when I call you 'my love.' And don't tell me about those others any more. I won't ask where you're going or try to stop you. Just let me pretend that I'm your only one. I already hate all the cheerleaders, your sister excepted of course, just because they might be having sex with you. If I knew which ones they were for sure, then I'd REALLY hate them. As a teacher, I have to try to remain impartial. This jealousy isn't good." 

She thought, then added, "Well, now that I think about it, you did mention Heather by name yesterday. She's a cheerleader. Shit. When you broke it to me yesterday that you're having sex with her, for some reason that didn't bother me that much because I was sure I could convince you of the error of your ways. I know enough school gossip to know she'll fuck just about anything that moves, male or female. She's probably a walking cauldron of sexual diseases by now, so you'd better be taking precautions when you're having sex with her!" 

"I've got it covered." 

"Shit, shit, shit. ... Heather. If this problem is more than just her, it's going to be a lot harder to get you to change. I love you so much. And after what we did yesterday, it's tough for me to accept this. Tough." 

Alan was all tenderness now. He chose to ignore what she was talking about, figuring it would be good to let it sink in for a while first. "Okay, Glory. You know that I deeply love you too. In a lot of ways, you'll always be my first love. If I could call you something like 'lover' too sometimes, I'd be honored."

"Oh, Alan!" She hugged him tight and kissed him again. "Of course you can. My love. My love!" 

They kissed some more.

But then Alan suddenly got up. He looked at the classroom clock. "Would you look at that? You're sneaky. You made me more than five minutes late."

She came back, "You're the sneaky one. I noticed that you saved your climax for those cheerleader bitches. Fucking sluts!"

"Hey," Alan admonished. "Remember? We won't talk about them. Certainly not like that, or more spankings for you."

She giggled. "And that's supposed to be a deterrent? You might want to rethink your punishments, young man. That's like punishing me by making me cum even more."




Six Times a Day Pt. 29



Alan zipped up his jeans and made to leave. "All right, Glory. We'll see about that later. Don't make me any later than I already am."

She winked. "Okay. I'll be good. I promise. I think between that fuck yesterday and what you did today, you've left me too wiped out to fight. My love." She winked again just as he opened the door to leave.

Now alone in the hallway, Alan just stood there for a minute to ponder what happened. God. I didn't plan ANY of that. Phew, that was intense. "I hate it and yet I'm kinda loving it at the same time." What the fuck? I thought when she found out about the others there would be a big blow up for sure. But how to square her "kinda loving it" comment with her distress about the idea a few minutes later? I guess maybe people have some crazy feelings at the height of passion.

His mind pondered the situation for some time. If push comes to shove and I'm forced to make a choice, I'd give up the other cheerleaders for Glory. But not the home situation, and that includes Amy and my sister. I want to be completely honest with Glory, but the whole home thing is going to have to stay a deep, deep secret. But who knows? Maybe she'll come around and I'll be able to keep boning the cheerleaders too. I have to build on her "kinda loving it" feelings by giving her such great loving so often that she just doesn't care about the others and has no reason to be jealous. 

Finally, he looked around and realized he'd been standing there lost in thought. Phew. Intense. But as if that wasn't enough, now I've got to go find Heather and Janice, and please them. Then I've got to run to L.A. and have some kind of intense psychiatric session. Then God knows what kind of fun when I get home with Susan and who knows whom else. At least hopefully I'll be able to get a nap in there somewhere. This is just too fucking intense and the wild ride never stops! The Boy Scout trip is starting in less than eight hours too. I just have to make it till then without suffering a total nervous breakdown. Ugh!

CHAPTER 8

Alan rushed into the theater room where Janice and Heather were waiting. He was relieved to see that no one else was there this time. He said to Janice, who held the door open for him, "Quick, Janice, I'm running late. We don't have much time to fuck."

Janice pumped a fist into the air as she closed and locked the door. "Sweet!" As she followed Alan to the stage, she left a trail of clothing in her wake. Like Heather, she was wearing her cheerleader uniform since today was game day. 

But Heather protested, as Alan knew she would. "Hey! Wait a second! You promised me a consolation prize. I didn't come here for nothing. Where's my prize?" She kept her clothes on until the issue of what exactly was going to happen could be sorted out. 

"Sorry, Heather, but I don't have time. Next time. I'll make it up to you. I promise." He was more yanking her chain than anything, just to see what her reaction would be.

Heather's eyes narrowed angrily. "Next time?! It's always next time with you. NO! Do you have any idea WHO I AM?! I'm the queen of this school! I could CRUSH you like a bug if it tickles my fancy! You said I'd get my prize TODAY and I want it TODAY! Is that clear?"

Alan stopped undressing long enough to fix her with a withering gaze. "Heather, who's in charge here? You or me? Who makes that decision? You or me? You want to get on my bad side?"

Alan knew he was taking a very risky path, as no one wanted to get on Heather's bad side. No one but him had ever challenged her like this. Ever. She was right, she was the social queen of the school and she did have the power to crush him into a complete social pariah. 

But he instinctively felt that the only way to successfully deal with Heather was to act from a position of strength. The aggressive approach was working well for him lately in general, and flush with the relative success of his interaction with Glory, he was in a mood to throw caution to the wind. He knew that he'd end up doing something physical with Heather, if only because it was so much fun, but he wanted to set the terms.

It appeared to work. Heather, for once, was silent, though she looked like she was on the edge of saying a few choice words. 

His penis hung out of his now-unzipped jeans and he caught both girls staring hungrily at it. He figured Heather's fuck-lust was taking over. Obviously she had very strong lusts. Since that was her main weakness, he had to try and exploit her sexual desires in order to gain the upper hand with her. 

But she appeared ready to redouble her efforts to take charge of the situation. A storm of anger seemed to be brewing within her, judging by the look on her face. 

However, before Heather could gather up her hateful energy and throw it at him, he parried her with a preemptive proposal. "I'll fuck you, if you beg for it."

Heather's eyes shot daggers at him while her mouth dropped open at the sheer audacity of his demand. She had never known any male to treat her like this. No one even came close to trying, except him. And he was getting more outrageous with the way he treated her every time he saw her. She was struck speechless by his latest audacity. 

While she mulled over his offer. Alan meanwhile thought, Talk about a win-win. If she agrees, I get to fuck a humbled Heather. If she says no, I can blame not fucking her on her snotty attitude, which will blunt her counterattacks. And then I'll be able to enjoy Janice without rushing and probably still get around to fucking Heather sometime later. I think she's too aroused to go totally nuclear on me right now since you don't bite the hand that feeds you. Or should I say the cock that fucks you? Heh-heh. 

"All right," Heather finally conceded with a roll of her eyes. "I'll go along with your little game. I beg you. Please fuck me, Alan. I'm begging you." She raised her hands to make mocking quote marks in the air when she said "I beg you" and "I'm begging you." She finally took her clothes off, which didn't take long since she wasn't wearing any underwear. 

Alan was almost disappointed to see her undress, because when she wore her cheerleader outfit it reminded him that he was fucking the school's head cheerleader. He raised an eyebrow in slight surprise that she'd actually said what he wanted her to, even sarcastically. But he immediately pushed her to do better. "Hrm. Very uninspired." 

Heather snorted derisively, clearly unimpressed. She had recovered from her earlier shock and appeared more amused by him than anything. "Fuck me please, I bet you," she repeated, with a little more effort. 

"Obviously not sincere. But I'll fix your snotty attitude soon enough." 

"Come on, already! I did what you said." 

"Bend over, Heather. Let's see you get on all fours." 

Janice asked, "Hey wait! What about me?" 

"Don't worry," Alan said to Janice with more confidence than he really had. "I'll get to you too. Trust me." 

He turned his attention back to Heather. Partly inspired by his anal sex with Suzanne on Wednesday night and partly inspired by Glory's warning that Heather's pussy could be a "cauldron" of sexually transmitted diseases, he felt inspired to fuck Heather up the ass. He started taking off the rest of his clothes. "Because your cunt is too dirty for me to defile my penis in it any longer, I'm going to fill you up in your other hole." 

Heather's eyes nearly popped from their sockets. "You mean you're going to fuck me up the ass?!" She was completely incredulous. "You can't be serious." 

She quickly recovered her composure though, and tried her best to encourage him. She bent over and wiggled her ass at him suggestively. 

Heather was honestly shocked, but also pleasantly surprised, and very eager. All her boyfriends, without exception, had thought the idea of anal sex too disgusting and "gay." So despite her vast sexual experience, it was something she'd never done before. The closest she'd come was with some very limited and tentative anal dildo play with her best friend Simone. She guessed by the way she'd enjoyed that experience that she might enjoy this. 

"That's exactly what I mean. I'm quite serious, so your tanned ass had better watch out." He turned to Janice who was waiting, naked and annoyed. "This'll just be a minute," he said with an endearing wink.

He still had an erection from his recent encounter with Glory. He finally stepped out of his blue jeans and wagged his engorged penis at Heather lewdly. "Pull your cheeks apart nice and wide, you little cum-guzzling slut!" 

Heather was growing increasingly excited by the prospect of finally having anal sex. When her mother, Helen Morgan, had sat her down to give her the "birds and bees" talk years ago, anal sex was the one and only sexual act that Helen had specifically forbidden. Helen had spoken of it in hushed tones of distaste and revulsion, as if it was one step shy of murdering someone. 

Heather had been deeply intrigued by thoughts of doing it ever since. Her contrary attitude reveled in the opportunity to defy her mother's wishes. Yet at the same time, much of her mother's attitude had sunk in. Only in recent months had she finally dared to try some limited anal dildo play with Simone and started hinting to some of her male lovers that she wanted to try it out. It remained the ultimate irresistible sexual taboo for her.

Alan was also getting psyched up. He thought to himself, You know, there's something especially satisfying about fucking Heather's butt. Not only is she generally acknowledged as the most beautiful girl in school, although I personally think Christine, Amy, and Katherine are more beautiful, but just the idea of fucking her in her asshole gives me the feeling of taking this far too bitchy and arrogant slut down a notch. Not only that, but these interactions with her are doing wonders to build up my confidence and aggressiveness.

However, Alan knew that he couldn't let Heather's flip dismissal of his demand that she beg go unanswered. So first he began rubbing his penis all over her pussy lips and also up and down her ass crack. In so doing, he used his penis like an artist's paintbrush to lubricate her asshole somewhat with her pussy juices. The tickling feeling of rubbing his bare penis through the valley between her quivering buttocks was also intensely erotic for him, and even more so for her. 

Heather though lacked patience. As soon as he started doing that, she barked, "Get on with it already!" 

So Alan had to speed things up a bit. He began rubbing his penis around her anus more specifically as he replied, "Not until you beg." 

"Ha! Fat chance," she taunted. 

Alan pushed his hard-on into her anus just a little bit, stretching it open ever so slightly, leading Heather to think that he'd given in. He knew that's what she'd expect from him since high school boys were not exactly renowned for their patience. But he kept his penis there and didn't go in any further. "Okay Janice, I told you this wouldn't take long. Get ready, it's your turn now." 

Heather exploded in anger. "Janice, fuck off! If you don't fucking clear out of this room this very instant, I will fucking DESTROY you! I'm not going to let Alan play you against me. Janice, do you hear me? Leave!" 

Alan continued to toy around with pressing his dick into Heather's anus, but only a tiny little bit so as to give her a taste of what might be coming. He certainly wasn't anywhere close to pushing his bulbous penis head past her angrily pulsating sphincter. "Heather, how rude. If I'm going to fuck your ass, first you're going to have to apologize to Janice. Then you're going to promise never to get revenge on her in any way. If you even try, you can forget this ever happening again. I have lots of other women to fuck, not just Janice. Heck, I could very easily go get someone else to replace her right now. So, first apologize, then beg. Beg me to fill your ass up." 

"You're mental! No way!" 

Alan sighed as if he'd given up. "Sad. Your loss. Okay, Janice, I'm serious this time. It's your turn now." He pushed into and stretched open Heather's clenching anus so that his penis head almost passed into her. 

Heather assisted, pulsing her anal muscles and pushing her hips back to help draw him in, but he pulled away from her at the last second. Then he withdrew from her completely, placing his hard-on on top of her ass crack again. The sensation of the fine softness of her skin contrasted deliciously with the resistant firmness of the hard muscles of her ass, especially with her trembling under his touch in lustful anticipation of being impaled like this. 

"Aaaargh!" Heather screamed. The loss of his dick was like a physical blow to her. She badly wanted to be fucked in the ass and knew that somehow Alan sensed this. Her extreme need pushed all other considerations out of her mind. "Okay, fine," she said huffily. "Janice, I'm sorry. Forget the revenge over this, but if you dare cross me over anything else, your ass is grass. Alan, I'm begging you. For real this time. Now let's get on with this, shall we?" 

Alan paused. He didn't like the way Heather spoke. She said the words hurriedly and without sincere emotion, in much the same way a spoiled brat says the word "please" only because some adult forced them to do so. But he also figured that he could only push Heather so far. He was playing a dangerous game with her and could easily push his luck too far if he insisted on total surrender. 

So he said, "That's better. That's not so hard, is it?" All of a sudden he realized, Duh! I've forgotten the condom. And after Glory reminded me about it earlier, even. I'm so lax about that. It must be because I love going bareback so much. Riding Heather's ass crack bareback feels so good already; it's like a crime to put one of these things on. But unless I take care, one of these days I could find myself in big trouble. 

While he was thinking these thoughts, he went and got a lubricated condom out of his wallet. He quickly rolled it on and then began rubbing his erection up and down her ass crack again. 

Heather made no comment about the condom, but complained, "Fucking GET ON WITH IT already! Damn! You're so fucking aggravating, Alan." 

"Okay, fine." Alan turned to Janice and winked at her. 

Janice was looking on with great amusement. She was miffed at having to wait, but watching Heather get taken down a peg or two was almost worth it. 

Alan suddenly pushed his dick forward into Heather's ass, but the resistance was fierce. Now that he wanted to get his wide penis head past her taut sphincter, he found he couldn't do it that easily. He tried pushing a couple of times while loudly grunting. 

Heather tried to assist his attempts to penetrate her, opening her ass as wide as she could by pulling her ass cheeks apart with both hands. She grunted even louder than he did when she started pushing back in time with his thrusting to get into her. 

But Alan's penis still wasn't going in. Her asshole simply wasn't dilating open widely enough to permit him entry. He paused to rest for a minute and said, "I've done this before and it wasn't nearly this tough. Heather, I think you're too stressed and tense. You need to relax your asshole before I can get in. But instead you're yelling at everyone and working yourself into a state. That'll never work." 

Heather was suffering. She knew that this might be her only chance to have anal sex while still in high school since she'd yet to find a guy who was receptive to the idea. She complained derisively, "So what am I supposed to do, Einstein?" 

Alan could feel how badly she wanted it. For one thing, the frustration and desire in her groaning was very obvious. "Quit struggling. You need to quit fighting and resisting me or we'll never get anywhere." He paused for dramatic effect, to make sure his next words sunk in. "You need to sincerely beg. That'll show that you've stopped resisting." His tone made it clear that he was being completely serious. 

Heather's need had grown to such a fever pitch that she actually tried his suggestion. Her pleading ended up sounding like a plaintive wail of desperation. "Alan. Please. Pleeease. Fuck me! Pleeeeeasse! Fuck me in the ass! God, I need it SO BAD! I'm begging you. PLEASE!" 

"That's better," he said warmly as he smiled triumphantly. 

CHAPTER 9 

Alan suddenly grabbed her ass with both hands, spread her cheeks widely apart, and thrust forward with all his might. He had been afraid of doing that before for fear of hurting her, but now he went for broke. To his great pleasure, his bulbous head pushed on through the powerful grip of her clenching anus. With surprising suddenness, he was in her. 

Heather was ecstatic, but also in pain. She threw her head back and howled. "URGGHH! YES! Oh! Jesus! JEEESUS! Fuck, that hurt! ... Finally! Fuck me, you prick! Fuck me hard! Give it to me!" 

Alan was extremely pleased with himself. He hadn't really intended to make her beg so much, but it worked out better than he'd expected. He also knew from talking to Suzanne a little bit yesterday that right now it would be prudent to give Heather's ass a chance to adjust to his large size before continuing to press in. 

Besides, the crushingly strong grip she was exerting on the shaft of his penis meant that any additional penetration was, for the moment at least, quite impossible. So he figured it was a good chance to mess with her head some more, since he had to wait for her strong asshole to relax before she could take any more of him in any case. 

"Heather, did you call me a prick? I guess I'll have to pull out. And after all that effort, too. What a shame." He sighed in disappointment and pulled back gently. It wasn't enough to pop out of her, but it was enough to make her feel that he could. 

"Alan, you are a prick!" She clamped down with her powerful anal muscles in an attempt to prevent his penis from escaping her ass. 

Alan was surprised by her outburst. He thought he had her over a barrel now, in a very literal sense. 

She continued, "But I mean that as a compliment. Believe me, I'm a prick too, so I can recognize one when I see one. God, you're so fucking evil, making me beg. But I love it! Don't you have any kind of fear? Don't you know what I could do to you?" 

Alan gave that some thought. Frankly, I'm surprising myself too. Why DON'T I have more fear of her? Just last week I was too afraid to even talk to her, and now I'm acting like this. ... I guess it's because I don't really have much to be afraid about. What's the worst she could do? She could make me a complete social outcast at school, but so what? I'm headed in that direction anyway. I'm losing all my friends to my sex mania. 

But on the plus side, I have four incredible women at home. They've caused my confidence to double and then triple again just in these last few weeks alone. My entire school life could be a complete social disaster and who cares, 'cos I'm just marking time until I can be home and playing with all those round tits and asses again anyway. Except for Glory, of course. She's the shining bright spot in my school day. 

And if Heather tries to destroy me, that'll make Glory stand by me all the more. So I've got so much amazing love and sex going on that Heather's worst doesn't seem that bad. It's possible she could get some football players to beat me up if she was really pissed, but that doesn't seem her style. She's all about psychological power. She wants to control your mind, not just your body.

But the bottom line is that she needs me too much. I haven't had sex with her that much yet, but I can already tell that she needs me much more than I need her. So I can throw caution to the wind because her threats are empty. Ha! This is fun! 




Six Times a Day Pt. 30



At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. If you're interested in the illustrated version, try Googling "Six Times a Day." On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 15)

Alan was so caught up in thinking about and then going to the psychiatric appointment with Xania that he'd completely forgotten about the football game. He knew that both Janice and Joy were supposed to perform with only painted-on panties, since he was the one who painted them on. But he didn't think much about either of them. 

Even Katherine didn't pay the game much mind, though she did drive back to Orange County as quickly as possible to participate in as much of the game as she could. 

Normally, the cheerleaders wore their uniforms in school all day before the football game, to help inspire "school spirit" for the game. 

Heather would have liked to take advantage of the lack of underwear to mercilessly tease her victim all throughout the school day, putting her in dangerous situations and keeping her stimulated. But this week the two "victims" were Janice and Joy. 

Heather and Janice were barely speaking to each other because of their feud (and after what happened at lunch they weren't speaking at all), so Janice was free to do what she wanted. 

Joy meanwhile had thrown Heather for a loop by genuinely refusing any female advances, so Heather wasn't sure what to do with her or how to treat her. Thus, she was free from Heather's usual games as well, at least for the moment.

Furthermore, Heather's tyranny over the other cheerleaders was greatly reduced because of her anal sex session with Alan at lunch. Partly it was a purely physical thing. She came to cheerleader practice in sixth period like someone had stuck a two by four up her butt. She walked stiffer than a primitive robot doing a Frankenstein imitation. Her only hope of being able to cheerlead for the game was if she got an extensive massage or two before the game started and the only people who could realistically help her with that were the other cheerleaders.

She got her massage but at the expense of having to confess that Alan had fucked her in the ass. It was practically impossible to deny what happened since it was her ass that needed the massage the most, and even though Janice was prudently keeping quiet, the other cheerleaders knew that Alan and Heather had been together with Alan during lunch and they knew what Alan was really like behind closed doors.

Kim ended up massaging Heather's ass. The others continued their cheerleading practice as usual.

Now that the secret was out, Heather went on and on about how great the anal sex had been. At first, she was determined not to talk about it for fear of getting Kim interested in having anal sex with Alan too, but she figured she was pretty safe since Kim was a lesbian. So she raved about it (though being careful not to discuss the humiliating sex talk like the "cum dumpster" comments). Little did she realize, but her words excited Kim and got her quite damp between her thighs. 

But despite Heather's weakened state, Janice and Joy's punishment, once given, had to be carried out. Both of them had to perform their cheerleading routines with only painted on underwear for the entire football game, and that's exactly what they did.

The situation was stranger still because Katherine wasn't there when the game began, as she was still up in L.A. Katherine was a peacemaker, and a bridge between Heather and Janice. 

Heather still wasn't quite ready to cheerlead during the game. Despite a very long massage, Heather was still extremely stiff and sore. She did take part in some routines, but she failed to join in the more complicated ones. She knew there would be eyebrows raised, but she had a cover story about being slightly ill worked out already. She hoped that her ass would get used to the anal invasion over time, as she had big plans in her mind for how often Alan would be fucking her up the butt and she hated being incapacitated like this. 

But Heather's stiffness and the Heather-Janice rivalry weren't big issues for the cheerleaders during the game, because they were too busy focusing on the fact that Janice and Joy weren't wearing any real underwear. 

Janice was fairly good at rolling with the punches, and didn't mind terribly having to expose herself. It helped tremendously that the game was an away game, so very few familiar faces were in the audience.

Joy, on the other hand, was a different story. She was quite conservative and shy when it came to this kind of thing. She started the game trembling something awful. Only the encouragement of Amy, Kim, and especially Janice gave her the strength to go on. 

But a funny thing happened once she started dancing. She found that she loved it. In fact, she had a fantastic time. At first, she recovered her confidence and performed her routines fairly normally. 

But during a break in their routines at the end of the first quarter she confided in Janice, "Girl, I have to admit, this is great! I've never been so hot! I don't know what it is, but the idea of all those guys in the stands over there looking at me and seeing my most intimate places - it's so wild! I'm gushing all over the place, and the fact that I'm so wet is making me even more excited!"

Janice could hardly believe it. As much as she desired Joy already, she wanted her even more now. But she was too shocked and careful to say much more than, "That's great, Joy."

That inspired Joy to continue, "What do you think? Do you think people can see the glistening juices shining off of my thighs?" She pulled up her skirt and exposed her butt and pussy lips to Janice. 

All Janice could do was bite her lips in frustration. 

Joy went on even more excitedly, "Should I get myself cleaned off, or should I just leave it like this? Wait! Don't tell me. I'm going to leave it like this! Oh, it's so good! It's like I'm getting fucked by all their eyes even as we speak!"

Janice was surprised because she'd considered the lack of underwear to be a humiliation, and she was merely trying to get the experience over with. The fact that Heather had forced her to do it had particularly soured her on it. But with Joy's attitude, she began to think of it in a whole new way, and found herself loosening up and enjoying things as the game went on. 

Joy continued to get more and more into it. She knew that Kim had a variety of dildos in her possession, and at the end of the first half the two of them disappeared for a long time. When they reappeared just as the game resumed, Joy again proudly flashed her pussy to Janice, and showed that it was now plugged with a vibrator. It was the kind that completely filled her hole, but stopped right at the pussy lips so there really wasn't anything to see unless one looked closely.

Janice again could barely contain her sexual frustration of being so close to a horny Joy, and yet so far. She threw herself into her routines with greater abandon and tried not to think about her romantic and lustful feelings for her best friend.

As the vibrator buzzed inside Joy, she rode a sexual high for the rest of the game. She barely managed to do her routines, and only because she knew them by heart. She did whatever the other cheerleaders did without question. If they had asked her to take off all her clothes and run across the football field, she would have done it gladly.

Between her and Heather's stiffness, they were a pretty sorry squad that week. 

The vibrator kept her close to orgasm, but that wasn't enough by itself. She was ready to do anything to get off. As the game continued, she wanted more - something even more arousing to push her over the edge. 

The game had quite a few breaks for the cheerleaders when the crowd was intent on the game and didn't need any extra entertainment. During these pauses, the other cheerleaders (except Heather) crowded around Joy to visually block her and did two contradictory things. On one hand, one cheerleader would wipe Joy's crotch and thighs clean, because she was constantly leaking. On the other hand, another cheerleader would pump the vibrator in and out until Joy could have another orgasm. It usually only took a few strokes, especially if her clit was stimulated at the same time. She came over and over again. It wasn't that she had discovered lesbianism - she was just desperate for relief. 

Janice tortured herself even further by usually being the one to provide this "service."

As the game headed into the fourth quarter, Joy pushed even further. During breaks between routines, she pulled up the back of her skirt and rubbed her naked, painted ass for a minute or more at a time. While Janice was also just as naked underneath, she wasn't willing to keep up with such stunts, and mostly she just eyed what Joy did with complete amazement.

Towards the very end of the game, Joy started to moon the crowd even more blatantly. The crowd was on the other side of the field, so it was doubtful anyone noticed. If they did, they might have momentarily speculated that one of the other team's cheerleaders was rubbing a sore butt. 

However, there was one football player, a wide receiver on the other team, who ran a route down the sidelines towards where the cheerleaders stood. He slowed down as he ran past Joy, his eyes transfixed on her mooning butt. He stopped his route altogether some yards past her, and turned around to stare at her. His face showed him clearly confused if what he was seeing was real, the game totally forgotten. However, he quickly had to run back to the huddle as the play had ended. 

The cheerleaders all laughed when they saw the quarterback slap him on the helmet, obviously chiding him for a total loss of concentration.

As the game ended, Joy seemed downright disappointed no one had found her out. She actually got down on her knees and spread her legs to moon the crowd as obviously and blatantly as she could make it. 

The other cheerleaders had to stop her from taking the next step and openly masturbating herself right there in public, because she was ready to pull the vibrator in and out in a very obvious way. 

But everyone was leaving their seats at this point, and still no one noticed. If anyone did notice, they probably assumed it was a typical rude gesture to complain about the game result, instead of the flashing of a naked pussy by a horny, sex slave cheerleader. 

Joy actually moaned in frustration as she witnessed the crowd leave.

The whole experience made all the cheerleaders quite hot. Joy was rendered nearly completely senseless by the time it was over. The others finally, mercifully, pulled the vibrator out of her and she immediately fell asleep on the ground, right there on the field. She was that emotionally worn out.

Janice looked at Joy lying there, nearly drowning in her own juices, and thought to herself, This certainly changes things. I don't know what it means exactly, but this is a new Joy we're looking at. Is there some way I can use her love of exposing herself to get her for my own? There must be. I mean, I was pushing the vibrator in and out of her goddamn pussy! It was so close! But it's not the female hands on her that she loves, it's the visual exposure to strange men. Damn! Fuckin' A! This is killing me! And it's all Heather's fault. 

CHAPTER 2

Alan and Susan drove back from the psychologist's office in a great hurry. Normally Susan liked to watch the school's football games to support her daughter's cheerleading, but there was no time for that today. Susan weaved in and out of rush hour traffic so they'd have enough time to get Alan fully ready and fed before the Boy Scout van came to pick him up at 7:00. 

Alan was completely wiped out from a long and tiring week, and fucking Xania had drained the last of his energy. He slept soundly as Susan drove.

When they got home it was a little after four o'clock. Susan and Alan had barely said anything to each other since leaving the appointment, since Alan slept the whole time. 

But now Susan was quite animated. As soon as they got inside the house, she said, "Tiger, wasn't Xania just the best? I feel so happy! She's made me so very, very happy! Ecstatic! Giddy! Let's celebrate." She began to take her clothes off as she said this. As she ripped her bra off, she enthused, "I know! How about a victory blowjob? To us! To getting the official stamp of approval that being your daily cocksucker - and more - is okay!"

Alan was torn. He could hardly turn down his bosomy mother's excellent idea, but he hadn't really woken up from his nap, and all he wanted to do was sleep some more. Getting ready for and then going on his hiking trip seemed like a physical impossibility in his current state. 

In fact, he was too tired to even think up a verbal response at first, so Susan continued, "No? What about a glorious, triumphant titfuck? Don't you want to rub your hard fuck rod all over Mommy's hooters?" She reached down and grabbed his penis through his jeans, and joked, "I know you just slept like a log, but that's not the only thing around here like a log all the time."

He laughed, but otherwise didn't respond, though she was happy to feel that his penis was already hard. 

She took his continued silence and generally weary face as a no, and got a very strange and worried look on her face. She sat on all fours on the couch with her ass pointing at Alan, then said, "Oh no! Tiger, don't tell me you want to fuck me in the ass? Oh, that's so very naughty! However, Xania did tell me that I shouldn't hold back. And Suzanne said I should 'bend over, but don't break.' It seems everyone thinks you should fuck me up the ass." 

She wiggled her naked ass back and forth ostentatiously. "Do you want to own my butt? Is that what you want? Just like you own my big tits? Are you going to take Mommy's butt cheeks and spread them with your hands, then plunge your baby maker deep into my very private place? Normally, I would say no, but because you've been so-"

Alan interrupted her. He clutched his head as if he had an intense migraine. "Mom, hold on! When you say things like 'baby maker' I get so turned on that I don't know if I'm coming or going. But I'm so tired I can hardly stand up. I have to get some more sleep so I'll be able to stagger out of this house when the scoutmaster's van comes to pick me up. And we both have a lot to do to get ready before then, even if my stuff is pretty much all packed. Let me take my nap first, okay? We can still celebrate later. Right?"

Susan had changed positions and was sitting up now. She'd been pushing her chest out, cupping her tits in the hopes that he'd suck on a nipple. But she slumped down into the couch, chagrined. "Okay. Bummer. I was so excited. You have no idea how elated I am after talking to Xania."

Alan walked over and hugged her. "I'm excited too. Really excited. Xania has given us the green light. But I'm only human. Please let me sleep for a little while?"

She kissed him on the forehead in a very affectionate way. "Of course. Sorry for getting carried away. You take your rest, but only one hour, okay? You're right that we have a lot of work to do."

Alan promised, "If we're quick and efficient, we'll have some fun time later, okay?" 

She nodded. That obviously got her very motivated.

As Alan walked away, he marveled at how backwards things were. Mom wants sex even more than I do. I practically have to fight her off now, and I'm the one to hold out the promise of more sexual games as a reward. I would never have imagined that I would live to see the day.

Alan made his way to his room and fell onto his bed. But before he'd fallen asleep his mother came rushing in. "Tiger! Wake up! I have important news!"

He opened his eyes, unable to do more, and did his best to squelch the annoyance he felt at the sudden intrusion. "What is it, Mom," he muttered testily.

Seeing him conscious, she rushed to his bed and said excitedly, "I was just playing back the phone messages. Your scoutmaster called a few minutes before we got back home. It seems that your hiking trip has been canceled! He's having some kind of trouble with his van, and he can't find a replacement at this late hour. So they're going to try to do it next week instead. I'm so sorry."

Alan sat up and came fully awake as the news sank in. His eyes blinked and he was silent for a few moments. Then he spoke. "Sorry? Don't be sorry. That's great news. I am SO relieved! I was kind of looking forward to getting away from it all, but I wasn't looking forward to hiking all day. No energy. YES! This is great! The more I think about it, this is awesome! I can finally get some time to myself, and time just to vegetate. Cool."

Susan didn't know how he'd take the news, and was pleasantly surprised. "You're not mad? I thought you'd be upset that you've been averaging nearly eight climaxes a day, and all that work was for nothing."

Alan hadn't thought about that. "Dang. Good point. ... But you know what? That's okay. Because this means I can take a massive sexual break this weekend, too." 

Susan appeared crestfallen to hear that. 

So he immediately added, "Don't get me wrong. Just because I wanted to nap instead of experience your lovely help, I'm not tired of you or anything. I could never get tired of any of this, and I especially could never get tired of your amazing and amazingly stacked Marilyn Monroe body."

She broke into a big smile when she heard that.

"But the excitement is in my mind. My body is another matter. I still have this weakness where I have to nap every day and never have all the energy I want. I've been running on full steam for weeks now, and I'm right on the verge of collapse. My penis is dying. It's practically numb most of the time and my loads have been little more than a trickle for the past couple of days. I was holding out for the hiking trip to give my penis a couple of days to recover, and it still needs to recover. Let's just take it easy for a couple of days, okay? Hiking trip or no, I need a sexual holiday."

Susan frowned. "Oh dear. Is your penis in that bad of shape?"

"Yes. I know this sounds gross, but I'm amazed sometimes that I haven't injured it somehow. It can hurt like hell!"

"Oh my!" Susan clasped her hands over her mouth in surprise. "Don't worry. I'll give you some space. Take a big nap. I see you need it. Meanwhile I'll take care of everything."

Alan fell asleep immediately. He was so tired that he didn't give the cancellation news much thought. He didn't give her "I'll take care of everything" comment any thought at all.

So he was surprised when he woke up about an hour and a half later and, from the top of the stairs, looked down into the living room to see Susan sitting next to Akami and quietly talking to her.




Six Times a Day Pt. 30



He was only dressed in his dark blue robe, but he nonetheless hurried downstairs to eagerly greet his beloved nurse. He felt much better now that he'd napped in the car and then again in his bed. "Akami!" he said in a delighted voice as he quickly closed the distance to her. 

She stood and embraced her favorite patient with a warm hug.

Alan pulled back a bit and admired Akami, who was still dressed in her usual lab jacket. "It's so good to see you," he said sincerely. "How long has it been?"

"One week almost to the hour since our last appointment. And it's great to see you, too." She smiled widely and stared at him intently with her smoldering eyes. 

He loved her narrow, intense eyes. In fact, it was his favorite feature about her. 

To Alan it seemed much longer than a week, but he knew that things had been so eventful lately that everything seemed like ancient history to him. He recalled that he only had appointments with Akami every other week. "Wait. We're not scheduled to meet until NEXT Friday, right? So what are you doing meeting me? And in my house, even?"

Akami answered, "I got a call from your mother just as my work day was ending. She said that your situation was dire and needed immediate attention. I'm only a nurse and don't do house calls, but I thought I could come over just as a friend and see how you're doing and if there was some way I could help." 

She looked down at his crotch to see if there was a bulge that needed her "help," but found only disappointment.

Alan looked her body over more closely. She looked as great and sexy as ever. "So why are you still in your nurse outfit?" (Actually it was a bit misleading to say she was in a nurse outfit - she'd dressed to impress in a low cut blouse, black leather miniskirt, and high heels. But knowing that Alan was turned on by her medical garb, she wore a lab jacket and stethoscope as well.)

Akami answered, "I came straight from work. Susan and I have been discussing the state of your penis and your energy level while you've been sleeping."

Susan interrupted. "How is he, nurse? Is it as bad as I feared?"

Akami examined Alan's face carefully. "Hmm. He has some bags under his eyes, like you said. Exhausted, for sure. The six times a day regimen must be tough to do day in and day out. I have to agree with what Alan was suggesting to you earlier. He does need a break."

Alan was relieved. "You see what I mean, Mom? This weekend I'm just going to play video games and watch TV and sleep. Mostly sleep. It'll be great!"

"But what about the state of his penis?" Susan asked Akami anxiously from her position on a nearby couch.

"Let's take a look, shall we?" Akami motioned to Alan's robe. 

Alan dutifully opened it. Given everything sexual that had happened between Akami and him, and especially the things the two of them did in Dr. Fredrickson's office while Susan watched, he didn't bat an eye about doing something sexual with her in front of his mother. 

Susan similarly considered blowjobs and handjobs a part of Akami's "treatment" even if she still didn't realize that Alan already had gone all the way with Akami.

Akami sat below a kneeling Alan and cupped his balls while she fondled his flaccid penis. She figured it was a good position to be in for the blowjob that would almost certainly follow soon. She could hardly wait, but she kept her professional detached demeanor. "Hmm. He isn't erect yet. Is this unusual, Susan?"

"Most unusual, nurse. It seems that his penis always stands very straight and tall. When I look between his legs, I expect to see a big pulsing tree trunk there, especially if his shorts or pants are off, which they are most of the time, at least when he's not at school." 

Alan explained, "But Mom, that's just 'cos whenever you're around, well, you're around. Just one look at you is an instant erection."

"I'm flattered, Son." She turned to Akami. "But I'm worried. Do you think it'll be okay?"

"Let's see. Susan, why don't we both take off our clothes and see if we can't get him hard so I can examine him properly? Normally, I wouldn't ask you, but he says you cause an instant erection and that's just what we need."

Susan didn't need to be told that twice. The two women were naked within moments, and Akami pulled Alan's robe to the floor as well. 

Alan's penis instantly responded. In truth, just thinking about his mother naked was guaranteed to get him hard, and having seen Akami naked for the first time in a long while, his penis grew even harder than usual.

"Ah, that feels much better," Akami cooed as she sensually fondled his ramrod tool. She felt the need to keep at least a veneer of professionalism, given the fact that Susan was there, so she said, "Alan, your mother tells me that your penis is in great pain. Is that true?"

Alan considered and then answered truthfully, "Well, not GREAT pain. Painful sometimes lately, yeah, but it doesn't feel so bad at the moment. It's amazing what a nap or two can do. I feel so much better than just an hour ago."

"That's good. There's nothing like the virility of an eighteen year old male. But still, you're having problems. With Susan's permission, I propose that I get to the bottom of your over stimulation problem, in a very hands-on way."

Susan asked, a bit concerned, "Hands-on? What do you mean, exactly?" If there was any hands-on handling of his penis, she hoped she could do it. 

Akami explained, "Well, we have to determine how different forms of stimulation affect his penis. That way, you can adjust how to arouse him until he gets better. For instance, handjobs. How does this feel, on a scale of one to ten, Alan? One being easy on the penis, and ten being the most grinding, painful, and chafing." 

Akami had in fact already started to stroke his penis more or less since it had gotten hard, but now she did it more vigorously.

Susan looked on with an agonized expression. She was still quite naïve, despite all her recent sexual experiences, and she remained under the impression that Akami would conduct some kind of real medical test. So she thought it very unseemly to touch herself as she watched. But the sight of Akami pistoning her closed fist up and down Alan's hard, thick shaft was nearly too much for her. The fact that Susan was now buck naked only added to her temptation and agony, but she somehow resisted the urge to openly masturbate.

Alan enjoyed the handjob for a minute or two and acted as if he was having a hard time making up his mind on what score to give it. In fact, his penis felt fine since his nap and he loved the situation of having his naked mother watch whatever deviltry Akami was up to. Finally, he replied, "Oh, I guess about a six. You're going at it pretty vigorously."

"Yes I am, but only in the pursuit of knowledge." It was very difficult for Akami to say that with a straight face, and in fact she giggled a little bit. But she looked over at Susan. 

Susan seemed to take everything very seriously. The mother had a look of worry; a fear that Alan's penis might be damaged in some way.

Akami quickly switched gears. "Alan, let's compare that with a blowjob. Again, please rate this." 

She licked the tip of his knob, but then paused, and said, "While you're enjoying this, why don't you tell me about all the naughty things you've been doing to the females in your life? I need to make sure everything is going well in that area and that there isn't too much, um, chafing." She consumed his penis without any further ado. 

Alan was pleasantly surprised with her boldness, and grabbed her head with both hands to brace himself against a sudden rush of intense arousal.

Alan considered how to answer Akami's question of who he'd been having sex with, given that his mother was listening. He didn't know if it was wise to "out" the likes of some of the cheerleaders or Glory, so he started vaguely. "Akami, I'm fucking quite a few girls in school. I'm never lacking hot, tight, big-titted teen sluts who want to suck on a meaty cock. Why, if I didn't know better, I might mistake my nurse right now for one of those sluts, given the way she's sucking so enthusiastically. However, this is an entirely professional and medically necessary cocksucking, as we all know." He couldn't help but snicker a bit at that.

He went on, aiming to arouse his mother, "But those teen hussies who spread their legs for me during lunch are nothing compared to the women I can choose from around my own house. Between Amy, Suzanne, Katherine, and my mom, I have no end of pleasure. I want to fuck them all, of course. And I do mean ALL of them. When I fuck someone for the first time, I want to be in peak form. It has to be perfect; something we'll remember forever."

Susan gasped. She knew exactly who the "someone" he referred to was, especially since he was staring right at her when he said it. Her hands flew to her tits, but somehow those same hands slapped themselves, one slapping the other. Looking warily at Akami, she withdrew from overt masturbation and crossed her arms to keep her hands out of trouble. But her chest began to heave quite heavily. She sat on the edge of the couch, quiet but eager to replace Akami on her knees between her son's legs if the opportunity presented itself.

Alan continued to force Akami's head up and down, accenting her own deep bobs that nearly reached the bottom of his erection on each pass. Meanwhile, he made some idle conversation with his mother. "Akami's the best nurse, don't you think, Mom? She's so much more than a nurse. She helps squeeze out so many loads of all that dangerous sperm, for one thing. She's so selfless and giving. It's like she's my sexologist too."

Susan sighed with longing. Then she responded breathlessly, "Yes, she is, but is she doing a good enough job? Does she know how to do some of Mommy's favorite moves, like the candy cane or the tooth tickle? Maybe I should take over. More tongue, Akami! It looks like you're all lips and no tongue. My Tiger loves the tongue on his special spot just under the penis head. I like to think of it as the penis neck. More neck! Make him blow his naughty cum all over your face!" 

Susan sat so close to the edge of the couch that she fell off of it altogether and wound up on her knees. She inched herself forward towards Alan's crotch bit by bit. As she got closer, she couldn't take it any more and shoved a hand into her mouth. She fucked her mouth with her fingers and imagined that they were Alan's powerful tool instead.

Akami eventually pulled Alan's rod out of her mouth to respond to what both Alan and Susan had said. "Yes, Alan. Think of me as your sexologist too. I understand the situation here requires unusual measures, so we just have to accept that certain sexual things happen during his treatment. But rest assured, Mrs. Plummer, I know how to pump his cock with my mouth as well as anybody. How is that, Alan? On the penis hurting scale, I mean?" She popped his erection back in and resumed her contented yet talented sucking.

"Oh, that's more like a four. Definitely easier than the hands. But my mom does do it quite differently. Since she practically lives with my dick in her mouth, I think it may be important to see where her technique stands on the scale."

Susan quickly agreed. "Oh yes! Please! Akami, please let me taste it just a little? I've been waiting ALL DAY to wrap my lips around it! What's a mother to do to get her cocksucking satisfaction?"

Akami knew that Alan's penis had incredible endurance and she didn't mind some sharing with Susan, if that would help calm down and satisfy the overly horny mother. So she took his erection out again, and said, "Sure. Susan, why don't you try it for a while? Start with a handjob and then try both licking and sucking so we can do a full comparison."

Susan eagerly obeyed, but Akami didn't give her much time. Susan was given about a minute each with a handjob (rating a five), deep suck blowjob (a four), and a light tonguing (a two). 

Then an impatient Akami took over again.

But Susan literally wouldn't let go of her son's penis. She couldn't or wouldn't take her mouth off of it either. So Akami suggested, "Alan, I imagine that more and more you'll be experiencing dual blowjobs, given all the women in your life, so why don't you rate one of those?"

Within seconds, Susan and Akami began to share his penis. The two of them exchanged great big licks from the top of his penis all the way to the bottom. They sat up on all fours, right next to each other, and allowed their shoulders and hips to rub against each other. 

Alan took the opportunity to grab and probe their butts simultaneously. With all the excitement of the double blowjob, he felt his bad side gaining in strength. 

He thought, My mom IS just like a sex cow, on all fours just like an animal! And with both of them next to each other like that, it's like they're my personal sex toys. Like animal slaves in my stable, eating out of a trough. I wonder if I asked them to bark like a dog, what they would do. Especially Akami. How would she react? She's more independent than most of my babes. I haven't seen her much; I think she still needs to be fully broken in. Should I hold my penis back and make her beg for it? 

No. I have to control my darker urges. It's so tempting, but I have to learn to be aggressive and still be the same nice me I always was. Anyways, Akami has things progressing quite nicely. I'm just going to sit back and see what she comes up with next.

Akami didn't wait long to move things further. She took Alan deep in her throat and pushed Susan away from the penis. And once Akami had control, Susan was too deferential to authority to fight. Coming up for air with both hands pumping on Alan's penis to help keep Susan at bay, Akami pointed out, "Alan, I imagine you experience a fair number of titfucks, given all the well-endowed women around here." She winked at Susan, who practically hovered over them, looking for an opening to recapture control of her son's penis. "I think it's probably best if we test out some titfucks a bit."

Alan agreed wholeheartedly and spent the next couple of minutes fucking the nurse's tits. His body seemed to revive more with each passing minute and he put a lot of energy into it. His penis didn't bother him at all. They all forgot that he'd never been asked what his "chafing" rating for the dual blowjob was.

Susan, though, felt miffed. To go from having her son's penis in her mouth to having to endure watching someone else enjoy a titfuck was almost too much. She hovered all around Akami. She pouted to herself as she groped her own boobs, Akami's tits are a joke. A joke! You call those tits? Tiger, fuck MY big tits! Or I should say fuck YOUR big tits, because they belong to you. You own my body, so use it any way you want! Take me! Take my tits! Now! 

Susan was so frustrated that she couldn't stay silent. She tapped Akami on the back. "Akami? Don't you think that, uh, that my tits..." She was so naturally modest that she had trouble figuring out how to tactfully phrase that her tits were far superior and in much greater need of a solid titfucking.

Luckily, Alan stepped in. "Akami, I rate that titfuck a four on the scale, given all the helpful pre-cum lubrication. But I think I need to compare that with my mom's. I mean, no offense, but given that her mammaries are so massive, a titfuck with her might lead to a different score. So, could you, um, let go?"

Akami sighed. She increasingly resented Susan's interruptions, not to mention the annoyingly huge size of the mother's tits, but she ceded control. "Okay. I guess you have a point. But quickly, now. We have more important tests to conduct."

Alan liked the sound of that, but concentrated on fucking his mother's chest. He thought, You know, it's funny how similar this is to what happened with Xania earlier. Under some thin medical excuse, I end up doing all kinds of sexual stuff. The only difference is that I tricked Xania and now Akami is the one tricking Mom. 

Alan still didn't realize that Xania was in on all their games and Suzanne is the chief instigator of them.

Susan was beside herself with joy and was so aroused that she no longer worried about propriety. She frigged her pussy with abandon while her son slid his dick in and out of her cleavage. 

She sighed, "Oh, Tiger. You're fucking Mommy, even if only in the chest. Xania would approve. Yes! She knows this is so good. It's what you MUST do to Mommy. You MUST fuck her big, white, milky tits because she needs it so bad. She needs it! Your mommy MUST get FUCKED by her good son!"

By this time Susan had completely forgotten that Akami was there. She came in such an intense orgasm as she cried "Your mommy must get fucked" that her whole body buckled backwards. Her back arched more and more until her head hit the floor. Her tits lost contact with his penis and she threw herself to the ground and writhed around as if in an epileptic fit. She finally passed out altogether.

CHAPTER 3

When Susan came back to her senses she saw that Alan still hadn't cum. Her natural instinct was to get up and use her lips and tongue to make sure he got his satisfaction and then some, but Akami had taken over completely. 

Akami was again on all fours with her face pointed right at Susan, and Alan was lined up behind the nurse's toned and firm butt. They'd spent about five minute getting past the difficult insertion while Susan was knocked out. 

Akami smiled smugly at Susan and said to her, "Now that you're back with us, you'll be glad to know that Alan rated your titfuck a three. We're about to try the much more chafing assfuck. Alan just told me that you've never done this before, so you should leave this to us professionals. You have to know what you're doing here or you could get hurt."

Susan was so surprised that all she could do was open and close her mouth, unable to find the right words to say. She desperately wanted to be on the receiving end of Alan's anal fuck, but she couldn't go against the medical word of a professional nurse.

Akami turned her head around to Alan and said, "Alan, now that you've had a little rest, I think it's time. Just push it in slowly."

He did so. Akami's butt was very tight. He complained, "Dang. That's an eight on the chafing scale at least. Tight!" But he continued to thrust in and out of her asshole.

Before Akami could reply to his words, Susan complained, "'Us professionals?' What does that mean, Akami? If I may be frank, you're not exactly acting like a normal nurse."

Akami shot back, "And Susan, you're not exactly acting like a normal mother. However, we're both doing all we can to help Alan out with his problem, aren't we? And I won't beat around the bush. I'll admit that I'm enjoying- ehhh!" 

She was interrupted because Alan abruptly pulled out of her ass. He was in a playful mood, and poked his penis around her pussy. He joked, "You may not be beating around the bush, but I am." 

Akami groaned at the bad joke. "Alan, please. Back in the butt, already. ... Pound my ass! ... Aaaaah. That's better. Where was I? Oh yes. I'll admit I'm having fun in the process, but is that a crime? Of course not. Those who are helping and generous also receive much in return. Don't you agree? ... Deeper, Alan. Don't be afraid to go deep. ... So Susan, do you want me to stop this scientific test? Or do you want to see Alan suffer from brutal chafing?"

Susan moped, "Well, no. We can't have his penis in pain. Of course I want what's best for him." She paused and gazed in wonder at the sight of Alan's penis going in and out of Akami's butt. Then she snapped back to the conversation. "I'm, uh, sorry, Akami. I apologize." 

Again she got lost momentarily gazing some more, but then she had a thought, and said, "It's just that, well, I'm thinking, my ass is a little different. It's much bigger and wider than yours since I'm so much taller than you. It's probably best if he gives it a test too. A very thorough test! Alan, do you want to test your mommy's ass? Is that what you want? Do you want to bend her over and fuck her up the butt like a maniac? Do you want to grab her by the hair and then throw her to the ground as you roughly take control of her ass? Because I'm-"




Six Times a Day Pt. 30



Akami interrupted, and huffed between labored breaths, "Thank you for your generosity, Susan, but given the tender condition of his penis, I think one assfuck is more than enough right now. It's pretty remarkable he's made it this far without cumming and we still haven't made it to the ultimate test."

Alan momentarily wondered, Could my mother actually WANT me to fuck her up the ass? But he could be a bit thick when it came to seeing changes in his mother, and dismissed the idea. She had protested the idea of anal sex quite vocally not that long ago. 

He didn't have much chance to consider the issue because he continued to press slowly and gingerly in and out of Akami's ass. With each stroke it seemed to get a little bit easier, but he still took it conservatively. He asked the nurse quizzically, "The ultimate test?"

"Yes. Why don't we do that right now, because I can't wait. Is that still an eight?"

"No, it's dropped to more like a seven."

"Good. Keep that in mind, Susan. I think you need to focus on licking-focused blowjobs and well-lubricated titfucks for the time being. Take it easy on the assfucks and the aggressive handjobs if you can, okay? His penis needs a chance to recover."

Susan nodded obediently. She was still too wiped out from her recent orgasm to do much physically, but the sight of Alan plowing into an ass had already caused her arousal to rush back with a vengeance. She was nearly on the verge of attacking Akami to throw her aside and take her place. Only her complete exhaustion prevented her from getting up. 

Akami, though, was tired of sharing and subtly indicated with her body language that she wanted Alan all to herself. 

Susan whimpered with lust, but obeyed. A voice in her head said, I must be a good slut and obey. I have to have CONTROL over myself. Xania said so. A good cum slut does what she's told and gets rewarded for her patience with a big load of yummy son-sperm. She gets punished with a nasty spanking. Bad Mommy. She has to control her penis-hungry ass. Akami says so too... These thoughts turned her on even more than she already was.

All of a sudden Akami reached back, pulled Alan's erection out of her ass, and dropped to the floor. She grabbed her purse and a packet of wet wipes and tissues, cleaned off and dried Alan's dick, then flipped over. "Okay, Alan, big stud, it's time for the ultimate test. Fuck my pussy like the wild teenaged pussy pounder that you are!" 

Akami had pretty much dropped all pretense at medical professionalism, and was cooing and moaning like the woman in torrid heat that she truly was.

As Akami waited while Alan positioned his penis over her hole, she breathed to Susan, "Alan was telling me while you were passed out that you unfortunately haven't been fucked by this sexy beast yet. Your loss." She chuckled with pure glee, knowing what she was about to experience. She somehow felt involved in a very incestuous act, given that Susan was watching, and that made it all the better for her. It seemed as if Alan would be fucking his mother through her. 

Susan was sitting up now, with one hand on her clit and most of the fingers of the other deep in her snatch. She asked, "What do you think, Akami? Is it wrong if I want Alan to fuck me?"

The got Alan extremely excited and he pushed his erection deep into Akami.

Akami responded with a great moan. She cried out, "Oh God! Fuck yeah! Fuck me like a crazy banshee, you depraved devil! Go all the fucking way and fucking break my cervix in two!" 

Alan replied with a second, more powerful thrust. Then he continued to sit on her and drive her into the carpet.

"Oh yeah! Like that!" Akami cried. She turned to see what Susan was doing and then remembered that she'd been asked some sort of question. "What were you saying Susan? ... God! Do it again, Alan! You damned young fuck beast! Fuck me, stud! I'm the virgin sacrifice being offered to you. Slay me with your fuck-sword! Again! Again! Deeper! Deeper! Hurry! "

"What? Propelled by such enthusiasm, Alan attacked Akami more intently with his penis. He was greatly amused, yet aroused, by her colorful language. It was a dramatic contrast to the official nurse facade that she'd more or less been maintaining until the last few minutes.

Susan could see that Akami wasn't in a good state to answer her serious question about fucking her son, so instead she slid forward and naggingly tapped Akami on a shoulder. "Akami? Can I join in somehow?"

"What? ... Fuck me Alan! Deeper! Harder! More! More! More! ... Oh, yeah. Susan. Uh, take the ass. ... God, it's good! I'm the virgin being ravaged by the fuck god! A fuck demon! Lord God Alan, King of the Fuckers, fuck this pussy!"

Alan laughed. Man, I've heard some outrageously arousing and ego-stroking things while having sex lately, but Akami really takes the cake!

Susan came around Alan to face his bouncing butt. She tentatively grabbed hold of his ass cheeks as they flew and shuddered with each thrust. 

He fell onto Akami to give his mother a more accessible and somewhat more stable rear target.

Akami cried out, "Susan! Be the dirty mommy slut that you are! Stick your tongue up his asshole! Do it! And Alan, don't stop! Don't stop! DON'T STOP!" As if that wasn't enough, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T STOP!"  

Alan had been relatively quiet, uncertain if encouraging words to Akami might offend his mother somehow. But he replied but defensively and amused, "I'm not stopping already! This is as hard as I go. OH! WOW!"

Those last words were his surprise to feel his mother's tongue probe the edge of his asshole. No one had ever done that to him before. He momentarily wondered how clean he was back there, but it didn't matter. 

Susan was so excited that she was ready to fuck, suck, or lick anything her son had to offer. Like Akami was thinking, she felt as if Alan was fucking her in a sense, by using Akami's body as a proxy. His incessant jackhammering was everything she'd hoped it would be and more, and she was getting a front row seat. As her head flew up and down his ass crack, she made the pleasant discovery that her nipples could scrape along the carpet, and she made sure to keep that friction going.

Akami grabbed hold of Alan by his hips and paused for a moment. She just breathed heavily for a while as she recovered the ability to speak. "Okay, Alan! Just a sec! Hold on! I'm going to, going to... Start rotating my hips a lot. Let's see if... If this adds to the grinding score for your penis!"

Alan started again at a slower pace. He was surprised by the excellent things Akami's hips did. Xania in particular had some great hip moves, but it seemed that Akami had some clever moves that no one had done with him before. While he went in and out, she went from side to side and somehow around in circles at the same time. It felt like she had four-way hips. It felt fantastic. He shouted, "Akami! Awesome! Much more taxing on the penis, but good! Fantastic!" 

Susan meanwhile managed to keep her face and tongue buried in what was now the very mobile target of Alan's ass.

Akami was very pleased that Alan was impressed. They hit a perfect rhythm and their mutual joy increased that much more. 

She cried back, "Alan, you big strong, strapping white man, take this tiny native Japanese woman and rape her virgin cunt! On the sacrificial altar! Fuck God, fuck me good! You're a fuck God!"

Everyone paused. Alan was realizing that Akami could say some pretty wild things when she was in heat, but that seemed way over the top. It rankled his PC sensibilities. 

But then a strange voice cut in. "Alan, are you raping the Japanese again? Haven't I told you to cut back on that habit?" A happy giggle followed.

Alan looked up, and to his surprise, saw Katherine as she stood across the living room in her cheerleader uniform with a backpack over her shoulder. She winked at him and then examined the scene very approvingly.

Susan stopped licking the crack of Alan's butt, pulled back from him, and ridiculously covered up her tits with her arms. "Angel, what are you doing here?" She blushed profusely.

"Mom, I live here, remember?" Katherine put her hands on her hips, pretended to be upset, and protested, "I just got home from some very tiring cheerleading at the football game, and I'm very upset to see an orgy happening without me." She giggled some more.

Susan protested, "This isn't an orgy! We were just, uh, giving Alan a medical test."

Alan had paused in frozen fear when he first heard Katherine's voice, but realizing it was only his sister, he resumed fucking Akami, though at a slower pace. He winked at his sister, but remained silent.

Katherine pulled her cheerleader top over her head and then said, "I think I need to take that test too. Can you all perform it on me? By the way, Akami, nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you. I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

Akami was slightly embarrassed, given that she wasn't used to strangers walking in while being brutally fucked into submission, but she mostly took it in stride. She was so turned on that nothing much bothered her. She managed to stretch out a hand towards Katherine and hoped the healthy and horny daughter would shake it. 

She joked, "Nice to meet you too. Are you going to save me from this crazy white man, ravishing my entire home village?"

Katherine briefly touched Akami's outstretched hand, and then pulled her cheerleader skirt off. "On the contrary. As another big, bad white person, I think I need to help with the raping. Historically, our race is pretty good with that whole raping and pillaging thing. I think we Plummers in particular have Viking blood. The only problem is, Alan's got you so well covered. Big Colonial Exploiting Brother, can you reposition so I could have some Asian lands of my own to conquer?" She giggled some more at their strange but somehow fun extended metaphor.

Alan had gone from being offended at that kind of talk to being terribly aroused. He was too PC to speak his thoughts, but in his mind he said, So, Akami, you want me to plunder your lands? I'll do some plundering! Take this! He pushed back in all the way. 

Akami's hips had resumed their exquisite rotation, and suddenly all the stimulation was more than he was ready to deal with. 

He shouted, "Mom, get back to my ass!" He could feel the cum welling up inside him, and decided to go with it instead of fighting the inevitable. He resumed his pummeling of Akami's pussy and shouted some more, "Akami, hold on! I'm cumming!"

Susan immediately obeyed and planted her mouth back on his asshole. In an effort to make his climax as enjoyable as possible, she thrust her tongue into it as far as it could go. 

His dick was practically a blur by now, it rammed into Akami so hard and so quickly. The nurse cried out, "Alan, you're a god! A fuck god!"

Needless to say, Susan loved Akami's "fuck god" idea. She went at her asshole licking even more intently. She somehow managed to bring her tits up to the bottom of his ass, and pushed her nipples into his butt cheeks even as she continued to deeply tongue his asshole. One hand guided her tits while another reached between his legs and grasped at his dangling balls to give him more unexpected pleasure there.

Katherine urged like the cheerleader that she was, "Do it, Brother! Fuck her good! Slay her pussy! Make her a slaaaave to your cock!"

Meanwhile, an orgasmic wave washed over Alan. He cried incoherently as he continued to stroke into Akami. 

She cried back even as she managed to keep her hips rotating in exciting ways. 

Katherine wanted to get in the action but didn't see a good way in. She dropped to the floor and jerked Alan's head to the side, then kissed him passionately on the mouth. She held on as she felt his entire body buckle with each rope that shot off into Akami's vagina (unfortunately, the number of ropes were few, as he was nearly out of cum). But then his dueling tongue went limp and Katherine found that she was holding an unconscious head. 

Just as Susan had been overwhelmed earlier, now it was Alan's turn. He completely passed out.

His penis took longer to deflate and give up the fight. Once it finally popped out of the well-fucked nurse's pussy, both mother and daughter stared at the gooey mess on and all around Akami's thighs with a mixture of longing, jealousy, and admiration.

CHAPTER 4

Akami came close to losing consciousness as well but somehow managed to stave it off. 

Katherine rolled Alan off of Akami and the nurse lay on the floor for many minutes trying to catch her breath. 

Susan also remained on the floor recovering.

Katherine, on the other hand, had barely begun. She stood up. Hands on her hips, she complained, "I suppose you all are wiped out now, huh? Just my luck. God, if I only could have gotten here ten minutes earlier. Fuck!" She stared at Akami, and not anywhere near her face. "Can I at least suck my brother's cum from your pussy? I've never really eaten a cream pie before."

Akami held her hands up to ward the nympho teen away. "No. Please! Too sensitive right now. Don't even touch me down there or I'll go off like a cork, and not in a good way, either. Your brother really did a number on me."

Katherine groused, "Sure. Relax. Everyone else is having all kinds of orgiastic fun, and I get to watch the cum drip. Whoopee."

Susan replied defensively, "Really, Angel, it wasn't an orgy. Akami here was just testing how best to stimulate Alan without grinding on his penis too much, and I guess things got out of hand."

Katherine had a hard time refraining from laughing, but she managed. 

Akami agreed. "I'm sorry, Susan. Things did get out of hand there a little bit. But holding Alan's hot penis in my hand and then in my mouth, and seeing your huge swaying tits and smoke practically rising from your steaming pussy, well, I guess I lost my professional demeanor at some point. Hormones took over. I didn't mean to go all the way with him, at least not right in front of you like that. That must have been tough on you."

"Yes, it was," Susan agreed as she sighed. "You have no idea how much. But I understand how you feel. I mean, it's like he IS a fuck god, and we're just the helpless cunts in his relentless path. Have you ever seen or heard of any man who could put up with that much stimulation and still keep going that long? It's incredible!"

"It is," Akami sincerely agreed. She sat up and a mixture of his cum and her juices rolled out of her vagina.

Katherine, still miffed at missing out on everything, rushed over to Akami to try again. "Here, let me clean that up for you. With my tongue."

But Susan butted in. "Hold on, young lady. Alan is going to wake up any minute, and I'm sure he's had enough sex for a while. Look at him, the poor baby. Such an overworked penis, but he does it to make us happy. He works so hard to keep us all well fucked until he drops from exhaustion. Let's not get all worked up again or he'll once again find himself fucking us practically against his will, because he just can't resist such a sexy sight. Don't you think, Akami?"

"I think you're right. Not only that, but I want to clean this mess up myself." She ran a finger through the combined juices that dripped down her thigh. "Mmmm, mmmm, good. I swear, if there's manna from Heaven, it tastes just like Alan's cum." 

She scooped up even more. "Sorry, Katherine." As a peace offering, she held her fingers up for Katherine to lick off. They were quite soaked in Alan's cum and Akami's juices.

Katherine lapped up all of the cum until the fingers were completely clean and gave an appreciative nod to Akami. Then she sat down on a sofa, naked but still frustratingly horny. 

Remembering that Susan still didn't know that Alan had fucked her already, Katherine thought of something to help pave that way to her mother's acceptance of that. "Mom, I don't know how I can resist if my sexy brother wants to have sex with me. How can I say no? As you so eloquently put it, we are just helpless cunts. There's no way to stop his jackhammer cock from grinding down on us."

Susan sighed again, but she was thinking of herself, not Katherine. "I know. It's so true. What do you think, Akami? Do you think I should fuck him?" Seeing him actually having intercourse from mere feet away had been a bit blow to what little remained of Susan's resistance. 

She searched her body for some cum of her own to lick up, but she was frustratingly dry, except for a good amount of sweat. She considered licking Alan's penis clean but thought it would be better to have him rest. 

Akami answered, "Susan, you're looking at it the wrong way. It's not 'should I fuck him.' Admit that it's a fact that HE will fuck YOU. Hard. Until you beg for mercy. I'm beyond amazed that it hasn't happened already. Accept the fact that it'll happen and enjoy it to its fullest. You're just about the luckiest woman I know, to be living in the same house as him. You too, Katherine."

All three ladies let out a little collective sigh and looked down on the sleeping lucky boy. 

Alan had a slight grin, no doubt dreaming of sex in one way or another. His buxom mother, nympho sister, and sperm-sampling nurse all admired his good looks, strong physique, and most of all, his hyperactive penis. It was not only still partly turgid, but it even continued to leak a dribble of pre-cum as if ready to leap into action at any moment.

Susan tore herself away from the sight long enough to say, "You're right. My psychologist said pretty much the same thing today. Now that's two medical professionals who agree."

Akami was puzzled what Susan meant when she talked about her psychologist. Since no real psychologist would say what Susan said, she correctly guessed that the psychologist visit was another one of Suzanne's wild schemes. 

Susan continued, "And deep in my heart I've already long accepted that fact." She braced herself, thrust her chest out proudly, and then announced, "I'm ready. I'm ready for my son to fuck me." 

Katherine rushed over and kissed her mother on the lips. "Mom! I'm so happy for you!" She pushed her tits into her mother's and her mother eagerly pushed back. They ran their nipples in circles around each other's and then kissed some more.

After a minute, Susan stopped the kiss and said, "Angel, what if Alan woke up right now and saw us like this? We don't want to overstimulate him."

Katherine giggled and said, "I imagine he'd get so excited that he'd have to fuck your juicy puss. Then he'd fuck mine!" She was so excited by this prospect that she started mauling her own tits.

Akami added a touch of reality. "Unfortunately you two, he only gave me a couple of ropes of cum. I think he's had it for the day."

Susan pulled away from her daughter in disappointment. 

"Yeah. I keep forgetting. This whole test must have been very tiring for my cute baby. We should probably wait a bit, don't you think? He was saying he really needs this weekend to recover. If he fucks me, I want him to be at full strength."

"Yes," Akami nodded, "give him some time to recover. And especially avoid anal sex. I can see you really want to do that, but as you may have noticed, he gave that the highest score on the chafing and grinding scale. As I think I said before, focus on soft titfucks and lots of tongue action on his cock. Maybe you and Katherine could blow him together. I'm sure he'd love that. But give him a couple days to just take it slow. Then, my prescription is, fuck like mad."

Katherine eagerly asked, "So Mom, if you're ready for him to fuck you, can't he fuck me too? Isn't that okay? That's what Akami pretty much just said." Even though she already was having sex with him, she wanted to get it out in the open. She knew the way to her brother's dick was through her mother's pussy, and furthermore, she knew that the hornier Susan got, the more likely she was to be agreeable. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 30



"Yes, I suppose," Susan admitted grudgingly. "But only when I say so. When he's ready for more fucking, on Monday or Tuesday, he and I are probably going to fuck non-stop for hours. Only after that, when he's fully recovered, will it be your turn." Susan let her own words sink into her brain and noticed that the mere thought of such prolonged fucking had given herself a mini-climax. Her inner thighs were soaked.

"Okay, Mom! Rock on! So you're saying Alan can only fuck me if he's fully recovered." Katherine prodded teasingly, "Now that that's clear, where's my welcome home kiss?"

"You just had your welcome home kiss," Susan pointed out.

"No, that was my 'congratulations on the good news' kiss, Mom. I need another." She grinned. "This can be our' congratulations on the fact that Big Brother's gonna fuck us both' kiss." 

Susan faked a sigh, and the two of them went at it with much playful tonguing deep in their mouths. Again, their bountiful tits repeatedly and pleasantly crashed into each other. 

Katherine reached down and ran her hands all over her mother's extremely wet thighs. She slapped her now juicy hands over Susan's ass and grabbed the ass cheeks tight while her tongue sought out her mother's tonsils.

A cough alerted them to stop. They found Akami standing above them, once again fully dressed. She said, "Sorry to interrupt, but it looks like that could go on a long time. And as fun as it is to watch, unfortunately I have to get going. I have dinner with Dr. Fredrickson, of all people."

Katherine and Susan stood up. 

Katherine commented, "That's too bad. We never had a chance to get properly introduced, if you know what I mean. But we have a friendly kiss policy around here. Let me give you a Plummer family send off." 

Akami found herself kissing and groping the endlessly horny and still very naked daughter. Then she did the same to an equally horny and naked mother. But the kissing sessions were frustratingly brief and she didn't explore their exposed flesh nearly as much as she would have liked. The clock told her that she was running very late to her dinner date.

As Akami walked to the front door, trailed by the two shamelessly nude Plummer women, she leaned into Katherine's ear and whispered, "I look forward to getting to know you better. Much better. I think we need to schedule a full body examination at the office. What do you think?"

Katherine whispered back, "Definitely!"

Then, more formally and in a normal voice, Akami said to Susan, "And I'll be seeing you on Monday."

"You will?" Susan replied, surprised.

"Yes. Didn't Suzanne tell you? She called me earlier today and scheduled an appointment for you. I assumed you'd asked her to do it. Didn't you?"

"No, but if Suzanne says I should go in then I will. She knows me better than I do myself. I'll see you on Monday then." 

Akami turned to go, and then turned back. "Oh yes. One last thing. When Alan wakes up, ask him how he rated that fuck. On the penis grinding scale, of course."

As Akami walked down the path leading from the Plummer's front door, she thought to herself, What have I just done? What am I doing? I should have told Suzanne or Susan no, Susan shouldn't come in for an appointment on Monday. But I went one worse and invited Katherine in for an appointment too! 

Dr. Fredrickson is going to watch them all on video for his own filthy purposes. What a letch. I have to do something about it, or I'm not a real friend to this very nice family. But what can I do? The doctor has me in a bind. Not only could he fire me, but he could put me in prison for the unprofessional things I've done with Alan.

And that was pretty bizarre with Alan back there. I WAS a bit out of control. I mean, yeah, I knew that I was going to have sex with him somehow before I left the house, but it wasn't supposed to be like that, in front of Susan and everything. The way I was carrying on, with the whole "fuck god" thing - talk about over the top. But the way he fucked felt so amazingly good. And it felt even better to cry out that kind of stuff. 

Even the "white man rape my helpless Japanese ass" stuff was a hoot. I could have never been so free with my thoughts with Dr. Fredrickson. It was like I was free to just let my Freudian id run wild, despite Susan being there. In fact, she totally encouraged me to be like that, the way she vocalizes her own over the top fantasies too. 

God, I think I'm falling for this kid, and he hasn't even called me once all week. No wonder, with a mother and sister shaped the way they are. Not to mention his neighbor Suzanne. He's probably fucking a whole bunch of perfect ten women. I don't stand a chance with my medium-sized tits and more normally-shaped body. 

I should just enjoy the good fucks with the Plummers whenever they come along, and stick with Dr. Fredrickson for the long term. The doctor may not be as good a lover, but he's dependable daily sex and I don't really have any serious competition with him. Including his wife. But he's such a fucking letch with this videotaping crap, and he IS fucking married. Crap.

She sighed heavily and got into her car.

CHAPTER 5

At the very same time Akami drove away from the Plummer house, Suzanne was also in a car, driving around aimlessly just a couple of miles away. Her head was so full of worry that she finally pulled over by the side of the road in the middle of a suburban neighborhood and just sat behind the steering wheel.

She sat with her eyes wide open, staring at nothing. Then she closed them fiercely and pounded her head on the steering wheel several times. Suzanne, what have you DONE, you crazy fool! You call this scheming? This is desperation. 

She sighed, and then tried to pull her thoughts together. Okay. So I've just slashed the tires of some scoutmaster's car. And why? So I could get my chance to have sex with Alan this weekend. True, I did leave eight hundred dollars, which is more than enough to cover the expenses and hopefully the inconvenience for him, but still; I've crossed some kind of line here. My schemes used to be so elegant. I prided myself in never hurting anyone who didn't deserve it, and this scoutmaster guy certainly didn't deserve it. 

Why? WHY?! Why couldn't I just wait a few more days? I could have been thrown in prison. Is it really that important that I fuck him now? 

The thing is, it is. It's not only that I'm about to burst from holding off all this time. I just have to settle my position in Alan's heart before Susan permanently lodges herself there and locks me out.

It's sooo ironic that I'm going to these extremes to prevent Susan from having sex with Alan before me, when just a couple of days ago I was crazily scheming to get her to have sex with him immediately. I must really be losing it to work against my own schemes like this.

Her mind flashed back to a conversation with Xania just one day earlier that she now deeply regretted. Suzanne was in Xania's new "office." In fact, the two of them were sweating as they carried heavy furniture into the office space she'd just rented solely for the meeting Xania would have with the Plummers the next day. A few days later she would have to go back up and return all the furniture they'd rented and the very short-term lease on the office would expire. It was a lot of work and money to fake one meeting.

Suzanne plopped herself down on the couch they'd just moved in. She was sweaty and exhausted. "That's the last of it, Xania. Thanks a lot for all your hard work."

Xania answered, "Anything for an old friend. Actually, I really look forward to it. This is like a big adventure."

"Believe me, you'll enjoy it. Especially what you're going to do with Alan. But remember, that's a side issue. The main reason for all of this is Susan. She's your main goal."

Xania plopped down on the sofa next to Suzanne and made herself comfortable. She could feel another lecture coming on. Suzanne had talked practically nonstop all day and the day before as they made all their arrangements. By now, Xania felt she knew Susan and her two children inside and out, but Suzanne constantly repeated herself because she wanted everything to go perfectly.

"Let's review," Suzanne said as she wiped the sweat off of her forehead. "The most important thing is..." Her voice dropped away so Xania could complete the sentence.

"To get Susan to want to fuck her children," Xania dutifully replied. But she went on, "I know. But, if I may ask, why is that such a big deal? Why not just let whatever happens happen? I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but aren't you violating her trust with this whole office scheme?"

Suzanne laughed, a little bit bitterly. "Thanks for bringing this up now, now that everything has been arranged. Look. This is what's best for everyone. I'm not being selfish here. This is what Susan wants and needs. She needs to fuck her son like she needs to breathe air. You should see how she is. She's so worked up about it that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. And I mean that literally! If you can help her come to peace with this inevitable decision, it'll help her so much. And Alan will be loving life, and Katherine will be joining in and loving it. ... Everyone will be living in heaven on Earth if we can just break down her last reservations."

Xania asked, "But isn't the fact that she is even considering this incestuous act all your doing in the first place? Didn't you put that bug in her ear from the very beginning?"

"Yes, but like I said, it's all very necessary. The whole family has never been happier. She has never been happier."

"I thought you just said she doesn't know if she's coming or going."

"True, but that's just because she's so blissed out on pure happiness. Trust me. I'm her best friend. I'm thinking only of what benefits her, and what'll benefit her whole family. You should have seen how frigid and prudish she used to be. It was almost comical, especially given that I've been her best friend all this time. She's like a flower in bloom now. And yes, of course I'm going to benefit, big time. I'll be having sex with all of them and it'll be one non-stop orgy. But that just shows that good things come to those who help others."

Xania chuckled. "Just like you and me, eh? I'm doing a good deed, and you're going to make sure that I'm rewarded. And then, in turn, you're going to be rewarded for helping me."

"Yes. I'd fuck you right now, just like the old days. But it'll be all that much sweeter if it's a victory fuck to celebrate our successful conversion of Susan into the world of total sexual freedom. You'll love when I lick you, I'll love when you lick me - everyone benefits."

Xania leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around her college friend. "There's no reason why we can't fuck now AND fuck later. I'm game if you are." She kissed Suzanne on the lips.

Suzanne kissed back, but only briefly before pulling away. "Now, now, Xania. Hold on. As much as I enjoy that, good things come to those who wait. If there's anything I've learned in these past weeks, it's how a prize is all the sweeter if you wait for it. Not only that, but if you and I get started on each other, we won't get anything done. We would just fuck non-stop on every piece of furniture in here until we drop of exhaustion."

Xania rolled her eyes. "That's some kind of bad thing? I'll tell you, Suzanne. Responsibility. Who needs it?" 

"We still have to arrange all the furniture and make this look like a genuine office. Details are key. We need knickknacks, and diplomas on the wall. Then I have to rush back in time for dinner. I do have responsibilities. They make things go."

Xania finally conceded the point and got serious again. "Let's get back to Susan. Something about this just doesn't sit right with me. Putting your words in my mouth and having me say, 'Trust Suzanne. She knows what's best for you.' I don't know. That's weird. It's not too late to change your mind. At least make the advice I'm going to give her more neutral."

Suzanne rationalized to herself, Xania is right, of course. It is immoral. But I've dug myself in a hole and this is the only way out. If I don't do this right, Susan will go and find a real psychologist and the shit'll hit the fan. This has to be a one time bending of my ethics, for a good cause.

Suzanne grabbed Xania and looked her in the eye. "Trust me. You know me. I haven't changed much over the years. My methods are strange, but have I ever hurt anyone with my schemes? No. Susan is a pure, good person and not all jaded and bitter like myself. I place her interests over my own because she has more trouble fending for herself. I would never, ever do anything to hurt her!"

"Okay, okay. You know I'll help. I told you I'm looking forward to it, and I am. I just want to be absolutely sure that you know what you're doing. I mean, incest. This is serious stuff you're gonna have Susan do, even if her kids are adopted. There's legal stuff to worry about, if anyone ever gets caught. Isn't there?"

"Don't worry. I've got it all figured out."

A truck in the distance honked its horn. Suzanne ended her reminiscence and snapped back to the present. She mused, I should have listened to Xania and canceled that fake appointment. I would have had Xania's tongue between my legs and Susan still waffling over what to do with Alan. And the way we rubbed our tits together - does that bring back good memories, or what! The two legendary tongues meet again! And aside from Susan, Xania's the only one I can really go toe to toe with in a tit smashing contest. Well, there's Brenda, but she would probably suffocate me on those enormous monsters. I guess there's only one way to find out, heh-heh!

Wait a second, Suzanne. Focus now. Don't let your libido make your decisions. That's your big problem lately. Think. 

Am I just saying I should have acted differently because that's what would benefit me most, given my current worries that the relationship between mother and son is pushing me to the side? I have to forget my own interests and do what's best for Susan. But what is really best for her? This family needs me as the matriarch. 

Susan has always been too much of a softy. It's a miracle her kids aren't more spoiled, and a good part of that is due to my mostly hidden hand in helping to raise them. Now that she has nothing but sex on the brain, she's lost all willpower to discipline them. While she and Katherine are going on about being sex slaves, someone needs to run things. That very incident yesterday with Xania shows that I can overcome severe temptation when discipline is needed. 

It's imperative that I secure my spot as at least Susan's equal with Alan's heart and his penis. What I'm doing is RIGHT. Sabotaging the van was necessary because having sex with Alan before Susan does is necessary. It's for her own good. It's for the whole family's good. I'm being completely honest with myself here.

Or am I? 

She lightly pounded her head against the steering wheel several times, and sighed heavily again, no more certain of where she stood on things now than an hour ago. 

CHAPTER 6

Back at the Plummer house, Amy, Katherine, and Susan dressed and chatted while Alan still lay asleep on the living room floor. Amy had come to see Alan off on his hiking trip, but Susan explained how the trip had been canceled. She further stressed that Alan needed to have his space to recover for the duration of the weekend.

Alan finally woke up. Though he was still naked and his privates were drenched in drying cum, he sat down on the couch and casually joined in the conversation. 

After some more casual discussion, Susan brought up what their plans for the evening should be. She said to him, "Tiger, I know you're tired and all, but given that you're home for the weekend, well, I hope you're not mad at me, but I looked up Christine's phone number and gave her a call." 

Alan was more than a little surprised to hear that. "You did WHAT?!"

"I know, I should have asked you first, but I got to thinking about what happened this morning. Remember when Katherine brought up your upcoming date with Christine?" 

He smiled fondly. "How could I forget? I was getting an incredible titfuck from her at the time." 

"Yes, well, I've been thinking about that and I thought it would be good for you to seduce Christine sooner rather than later. So I suggested to her that you move up your date with her to later tonight and she liked that idea." 

"MOM! Is everyone around here deaf or something? How many times do I have to explain that I have no plans to seduce her? But whether I do or not, I'm mighty irked that you would call her on my behalf. I'm not a baby anymore. Sheesh!"

"I know, I'm sorry. But I just got so excited and you were sleeping and plans needed to be made... The way she turned you down when you asked her out last month still bothers me. I kind of see this as a chance to undo that wrong. If you're really serious about not getting physically involved, at least you can get her all hopeful, and then leave her panting with desire in frustration." 

"Mom, that's mean. That's not like you."

"I know, but she hurt you so bad. You were sadder than I've ever seen you for a whole week. She needs some payback. I don't like it when anyone hurts my babies." Susan's eyes took on a steely and determined look. She added with less resolve and more lust, "Plus, I've seen her huge milk bags every now and then. She's definitely Alan-worthy. Those tits need some serious taming!"

Alan looked around the room. Amy and Katherine were listening intently but staying silent so far. He said, "Mom, not only was that idea rude to me, but what about Amy and Sis? Sis apparently has jealousy issues with me being with Christine and you're just fanning the flames. And Amy, she's my brand new girlfriend for crying out loud, and you want me to go date someone else! It's crazy!" 

Amy spoke up. "Hey, it's cool. I know I don't have a monopoly on you. This is good practice for me to get used to sharing. Besides, I know how wiped out you are today. Even if you wanted to seduce Christine there's no way you'd be up for any sexual fun anyways. I'll bet you just have a short dinner and go home to sleep. No biggie."

Alan sighed with exhaustion. "I sure am tired, you got that right." He looked at Amy, sitting topless in a nice black dress, and was filled with desire for her. He didn't even necessarily want to be with her sexually at the moment, given his tiredness, but he just wanted to spend time with her. She was like a ray of sunshine and a guaranteed inspiration to lift his spirits. 

He said, "But Amy. I can't believe how amenable you are. We should be having some special time together." 

In actuality, Amy was a bit miffed at Susan's plan for Alan's evening, mostly because she saw Christine as direct competition to her in the same way Katherine did. But Susan had talked her into agreeing before calling Christine and now Amy mentioned one of the main arguments Susan had brought up. "I know, but don't worry, you and I will be having some special time soon. Susan here was talking about making some special preparations for tomorrow night when you'll be back to full strength. Then we can have an unforgettable time. I'd rather be with you tomorrow night than tonight 'cos you look all super tired-y."

"Ah. Well, if you say so. That does sound good. And I am pretty damn 'super tired-y.' Christine's gonna be disappointed as I plant my face on my dinner plate and fall asleep in the middle of our date. But okay. Even though I'm not thrilled about being forced into this, I guess it's pretty much a done deal." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 30



Alan left to shower and get ready a short time later.

Katherine remained silent for the most part, but she hadn't been aware that Susan had called Christine and now she was frantically thinking and strategizing in light of this new development. Bad. Bad, bad, bad. This is partly my fault for putting Christine on Mom's radar screen this morning. Now she's trying to hook them up when that's a totally crazy thing to do. 

I can sense that Amy is not happy either, but she's too nice to do something about it. I've got to get between Alan and Christine somehow, but how? If they really do just have a non-romantic date, then fine. But if sparks start to fly then before you know it Alan'll have TWO amazing serious girlfriends and I'll just be an also-ran. 

Sharing with Amy is one thing; Amy's so fun and easy-going and my best friend to boot. Not to mention that I know just what great fun she is in bed, thanks to all of our pussy shaving adventures together, and just about as willing and wanton a sex partner as you're ever going to find. But sharing with the prickly and competitive Ice Queen, a complete stranger? No thanks! I'm gonna have to stop the sparks if I have to physically stand between the two of them. ... Hmm. That's not a bad idea... 

CHAPTER 7

Alan picked up Christine in front of her house, just as he did in their two previous dates. And also like before, the two of them dressed to the nines so they could go out to one of the town's finest restaurants. Alan wore a dark brown three-piece suit and was allowed to drive the family's "nice car."

Christine seemed intent on outdoing her previous outfits. She had spent a long time shopping with her mother several days in advance to get just the right outfit for the occasion. All of the shopping had built up her anticipation of this event. She'd wanted something that looked stylish and high class yet would still force Alan to take notice of her body. She finally decided upon a dramatic dark red evening gown. It had only one shoulder strap and a high cut up one leg, exposing flesh practically up to her muscular ass. Furthermore, she wore very high heels and tastefully applied make-up.

Alan was completely blown away. He actually contemplated not getting out of the car to greet her because he was afraid that there would be no way to hide his suddenly raging erection. Realizing that would be rude, he was forced to walk around the car and open the door for her but he wasn't entirely successful in hiding his arousal.

"Wow. That's all I can say. Wow." His eyes were practically bugging out. "If people at school saw you dressed like that, well, I don't know what. There would be a lot of mayhem and gnashing of teeth."

Christine laughed with delight. "'Mayhem and gnashing of teeth.' I don't know what that means exactly, but I like it. And you're not looking too bad yourself, mister. With that outfit, you might get the job of the new James Bond."

She thought about her outfit. This had damn well better work. On a rational level I know there will be other women at the restaurant showing as much skin or more than I am, but I can't help but feel like a complete hussy dressed like this! If Alan doesn't get the hint this time, what can I do? Go naked next time? Maybe this'll be the night for a breakthrough between us!

As she was eyeing him she spied the large bulge threatening the fabric of his slacks. Oooh! Looks like there's a little fellow here saying 'wow" as well. Looks like all that shopping paid off. It's kind of exciting to feel exposed and know that I made him get aroused like that. 

She discreetly took a second glance and then started to feel her insecurities take hold of her again. Okay, maybe not so little. I always have a plan carefully thought out in advance, but what's my plan here? What would I do with all of that if I actually succeed in seducing him? They got in the car and made it to the restaurant. It was a fine French restaurant called the Petite Auberge.

Alan was amazed because he was so aroused. Christine definitely does something to me. Just an hour ago I was lazing around the house with Amy, Sis, and Mom. All three of them were in various states of undress, doing their best to get me going, but nothing. Nada. Alan Junior was dead as a doornail, and that's saying a lot since all three of them are like runway models. But one look at Christine in that evening gown and - schwing! 

Not only that, but I was so tired I could hardly drive over here but now my heart is pounding and I'm so jumpy that I feel like I just drank a whole pitcher of coffee. I'm all nervous 'cos it seems like she must want something to happen. For Christine to dress like that, that's a huuuuge signal. But what does she want from me exactly? She knows Amy is my girlfriend now.

As soon as they sat down, Alan launched into some comments designed to dissuade Christine from getting the wrong idea, but doing it in a subtle way. "Christine, this looks like it's gonna be another great evening. You know what I like best about our dates?"

"What?"

"Well, aside from the fact that I get to eat in the nicest restaurant in town with the most beautiful woman in town" - he couldn't resist giving the compliment, especially since it was heartfelt - "I like how the pressure is off. That means no worries and nothing but fun. If this was a real date I'd be so nervous and tense. But when I'm with you I can be 100 percent certain that nothing romantic could even be seriously imagined since we put all that behind us."

"Yes," Christine said tersely, obviously upset to hear that he was closing off any romantic options. She'd grown increasingly determined to win him, or at least be with him in some way, since he now had Amy. But she just played along. "Me too. I think I'd be even more nervous than you, at least since you've turned into such a Don Juan."

"Who, me?"

Christine practically growled, "Don't play coy with me. You know I'm a straight shooter. I've heard all the rumors and stories at school. I heard straight from your new girlfriend that she doesn't mind when you sleep with other women. I have a hard time putting this new you together with the old Alan that I'm so fond of."

Alan, still determined to make his non-romantic intentions clear, thought, This could be a chance to scare her from romantic aspirations for good. I'll just play up the whole harem thing. If that doesn't get Christine into a snit, nothing will. She may even go into one of her high horse lectures about the whole inequality and hypocrisy aspect, and not without reason since there is a lot of unfairness when you look at things objectively.

He said, "Yeah, well, it's still the same old me, just doing some new stuff. I don't know what happened, a whole lot of luck has a big part to do with it I'm sure, but somehow I've found all kinds of success with the opposite sex. I mean, having an amazing and beautiful girlfriend like Amy who doesn't mind me being with other women and even encourages it? How often does that happen? Every day I keep pinching myself, thinking I'm going to wake up from a dream."

"So it's true then. All the rumors are true?"

"Well, I don't know about that. I haven't heard all the rumors and some of them are pretty crazy, I'm sure. But I do have a pretty amazing sex life all of a sudden, I must admit."

Christine said in a joking manner, "Get this. I heard one story that you had sex in the teacher's parking lot in the middle of class, completely naked, right there out in the open, on the hood of a car no less, with some random busty blonde!"

Alan chuckled, trying to laugh along with Christine. "Heh-heh. Yeah. Crazy stories going around." Of course he'd really done that with Heather, but felt it would be wise not to mention that fact. However, he did privately amuse himself imagining the array of shocked and angry expressions that would cross Christine's face if he actually said that, since she hated Heather so much. 

Christine was suddenly much more serious. She felt very uncomfortable talking about sex with anyone, much less Alan, but she forced herself to in order to clarify things. "So... Who are you, uh, seeing, besides Amy?"

Alan was pleasantly surprised. "Is that all you're going to ask? I thought for sure you'd rip me a new asshole about the shocking immorality of my new sex life."

Christine laughed a touch too cheerfully and replied, "I would. It IS grossly unfair, for starters. But I promised Amy I wouldn't give you a hard time about it. Besides, I love good gossip and I want to know the dirt more than I want to lecture." 

"I can't kiss and tell, sorry."

Christine groaned in frustration. "Argh! You can do better than that. Come on. Give me a hint or two, at least." 

Alan thought carefully while fiddling with his cutlery, and then lied, "It's true that I've been having sex with a variety of beautiful girls. It's kind of a mixed bag, though. The only girls interested in me when I already have a girlfriend are those who either have no self-respect or are big sluts, or both. You know the types."

He lied because he hoped to put Christine in a bind so she wouldn't be able to position herself as a prospective casual sex partner after he'd just knocked those kinds of women.

Christine cut in, "The Heathers of the world, in other words. She seems to fit the bill exactly. I've heard a lot of rumors of you and her. Any truth in those?" 

Alan poked at his napkin for some time. But when he looked up he saw her trademark implacable intense stare and knew she wasn't about to back down. He sighed and nonetheless did his best to divert the conversation. "I'm really not at liberty to say one way or another about her or anyone else. But I know you're in the know about what she's really like, and that's the kind of girl I'm talking about. You're so much better than those types. To be honest, I really admire your standards and moral positions. For instance, the way you tore into Sheila to her face the other day about how she's ruining her reputation." 

Sheila was one of their mutual classmates. Neither Alan nor Christine knew her very well, but that didn't stop Christine from speaking her mind about her, in front of witnesses. 

Christine responded aggressively. "Alan, I'm surprised at you. I thought you're a better man than to have double standards like that. Why is it that you apparently can sleep all over town but if a girl does it she's a slut?"

"Hey, you were the one laying into Sheila."

Christine seemed a bit flustered, but replied, "I wasn't knocking that she has sex; because if she does, that's her business. I was criticizing her for being so indiscreet about it. Unfortunately, society does have this double standard where most guys can and do brag about all their conquests, but if us girls don't protect our reputations we get all kinds of grief. That's another reason I warned Amy about your arrangement with her. She's a nice girl with a reputation worth protecting."

Alan held up a hand and said, "Wait, you said you'd promised to go easy on me about that. And you should know I'm not the type to brag. You're the one who brought it up."

Christine laughed. "I guess I can't help myself sometimes. The truth is, I promised not to go overboard. But I still hold the right to speak my mind about what I see as a gross injustice."

Despite her criticism, Alan thought, Huh. By Christine standards, she's letting me off pretty easy. She's even joking a little bit instead of attacking me with that laser-intense killer stare she has. I guess she's not THAT upset about things, which is strange. 

I wonder if she'd loosen up enough about it so I could eventually ask her if she was open to playing around a little bit? What would be so wrong with that? Come to think of it, why AM I so resistant to having sex with this complete knockout who's super intelligent to boot? 

I have to remember that I'm holding back not for my sake but mainly for her sake. God knows I'd love to jump her bones this very minute. Just staring at all that glorious sweater meat in front of me straining against the fabric, practically begging to be set free from confinement - damn!

Calm down, boy. She's too good to be treated like a fuck toy. It would be like getting a Rhodes scholar addicted to crack. It's just wrong, and a waste. Christine is too fine and amazing a girl just to be one of my crowd. Okay, my harem, if I can really call it that. If she's gonna be pining after me, then she won't be able to open her heart for the real "Mr. Right" who might come along. 

Not only that, but if she were to find out about everyone I'm having sex with, she'd probably call me some pretty choice names and then lop my head off altogether. That's not even much of an exaggeration - she scares me sometimes! And some of us have loose lips, especially Mom who seems to be in some kind of sexual fog half the time these days and isn't that aware of what she's saying or doing. 

Or what if Christine simply got close enough to feel like she could drop by my house unannounced? What a disaster that would be! All she would have to do is step inside and the overwhelming smell of pussy would probably give everything away, especially with her ability to piece bits of evidence together. And forget it if she starts talking to Mom! I could just see Mom making small talk: "I'm so proud of my Tiger. He's such a well-hung, cum-filled boy. Has he tamed your pussy yet?" Ugh! 

So if she gets too close to everyone then I'm ultimately doomed. I don't know what Christine would really do if she found out, but the disparaging and disappointing looks she'd give me would be devastating. It would be as bad as Glory finding out. I have to protect my harem above all else, even if it means missing out on things sometimes.

With new resolve, he increased his efforts to make clear once and for all that any kind of physical relationship between them was out of the question. "That's true, there is an inequality. But you should know that I'm not completely free to play around with just anyone. I do consider Amy's feelings, you know. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her. To give you just one example, she would be upset if I got involved with you because obviously you wouldn't be just a mindless fling, given the strong feelings I used to have for you in, you know, that way."

Christine thought out loud. "So she'd see me as a threat. That I'd replace her as your girlfriend."

"Something like that. Luckily, it's all a moot point since we don't feel that way for each other. That's why she trusts me to go on these dates with you. That's also why I can feel completely at ease with you, because with you and you alone I could never do anything even if I wanted to, since I wouldn't betray Amy, and I won't betray her trust in me." 

He thought to himself, That's not exactly true, but it's close enough for horseshoes. Amy did seem displeased at me for going on this date, despite her trying to put on a good face. If this is what it takes to firmly move my relationship with Christine into a safe zone, then so be it. I'll just have to get the story straight with Amy later.

"I see," Christine said while she thought intently. Curses! He's really slamming the door shut. What am I supposed to do about that? I can't betray Amy since she's such a nice girl, even if I had it in me to do something like that, which I don't. Then there's the promise to not interfere with their relationship that I made to her, too. I have to live up to my own moral code, not to mention I'm hopelessly at sea at this seduction thing. Damn. It just seems so right that Alan be the one to introduce me to the pleasures of intimacy, I'm so frustrated that doesn't seem to be happening. 

But maybe there is a loophole. What if I got Amy's permission for him to have a second girlfriend? It would be a bitter pill for me to swallow, but if Amy agrees, how can he say no to that? Amy is pretty amenable and I can be clever. I'll bet I can work out some kind of arrangement with her, once I get a chance to talk with her. There still is SOME hope then. 

In the meanwhile, I need to try this whole flirting thing just for the experience. And who knows, maybe I get Alan to see me in more of a sexual light. But I don't have a clue how to flirt except for dressing scandalously. Maybe I can use that to my advantage, though...

The conversation turned to safer topics for a while. But some time later, Christine redirected it back to flirting, hoping to use her inexperience as an excuse to practice flirting with Alan. During a lull in the conversation she said to him, "Since we're so safely platonic with each other, I have a big favor to ask you."

"What's that?"

"Well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I won't beat around the bush. I'm hopelessly out to sea when it comes to flirting. Can you teach me how to flirt?"

Alan was surprised. Christine and flirting? Those are two words that do NOT go together. But on the other hand I never would have imagined seeing her dress like this, so maybe anything is possible. He replied, "I dunno, the last date we were on you said some pretty flirty things. I was pleasantly surprised."

"God, this is even more embarrassing. The truth is, I had some lines I'd thought out in advance. Even some things I said earlier tonight, like saying you could be the new James Bond, were already in my mind before you showed up. I knew you'd look sharp so I was thinking what I could say. Isn't that dumb? Ugh! But I don't know how to be truly spontaneous. I just feel so awkward all the time. I'm hopeless!"

Alan fidgeted nervously. "Ah. Well, first of all, I'm no big expert. But I've learned a couple of things these last couple of months so I'd be glad to share what little I know. Having some thoughts already in your head is no sin, for one thing. To create a sexy, flirtatious situation, sometimes it helps to force the issue. Like maybe you have a good line in your head and you find a way to bring the conversation around so you can use it."

"Can you give me an example?"

"Well, a great way to flirt is with word play. I'm sure you've seen it in the movies and whatnot. You're so smart that I'm sure you'll pick up on it in no time. For instance, pick some common expression or idiom. Go ahead and pick something."

"Okay. Knock on wood."

"That works. So you have to think: how can I make something sexual out of that? Since 'wood' is also slang for an erection, there are lots of possibilities. For instance, if you told me, 'knock on wood,' I might joke that I'm not going to let you tap on my crotch." He paused, and then added, "You can do a lot of things to my crotch, but I'd rather knocking or tapping on it isn't one of your first choices." He winked. 

She blushed slightly as she thought about that suggestion. "Huh. I get the idea, and I've seen enough examples from others flirting, but the problem is I tend to overanalyze things and think too much. And I'm shy about this stuff. Sometimes I have a real naughty and funny thought in response to something, but I'd never share it, even with a close friend. It would ruin my reputation, for starters."

Alan said, "Well, that's what these practice dates are for, to try things out and not worry about reputations or consequences."

He didn't realize it, but there was one problem with him teaching her about flirting - he didn't really understand it himself. In recent weeks, his life had turned so sexual that "subtle" wasn't exactly in his sexual vocabulary. What he considered subtle flirting would be outrageous innuendo to almost everyone else. 

Christine also was so inexperienced that she had no idea when a come on would be seen as too overt. However, she was determined to do whatever it took to begin to overcome her Ice Queen reputation. Hopefully, she could lay the groundwork to somehow snag Alan as her boyfriend someday in the process. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 31



Part 31: The Real Me

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. If you're interested in the illustrated version, try Googling "Six Times a Day." On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Nov. 16)

Alan woke up around eleven in the morning after sleeping nearly twelve hours. Combined with his two naps, he'd fully caught up on what felt like a sleep debt that had been building up for weeks. If anything, he'd had too much sleep, and felt groggy. It was the perfect kind of lazy mood for spending the day doing nothing of importance.

He considered going downstairs in his robe but decided that might prove too tempting for the others. For once, he didn't want sex, he just wanted to relax. As he put on his shirt and shorts, he thought, Let's see. Yesterday I came ... fives times. It's seems more, though. Considering how much I slept, it seems I was either sleeping or cumming the whole day long. But today I'm gonna go once or maybe twice. Two is the max, definitely. I can't go cold turkey with all this sexy ripe flesh around, that's for sure, but today will be my big vacation day.

Meanwhile, Susan and Suzanne had a good long talk in the kitchen as they waited for Alan to awake. The two were only alone together a short time the night before, and most of that was filled with Susan's description of Akami's visit. 

Suzanne had heard most of what happened at the psychologist's office by talking to Xania on the phone the night before, but she wanted to hear Susan's version of events. After a healthy and prolonged good morning French kiss with her best friend, she asked Susan, "So how was the visit with Xania? Good, I assume?"

"Good. Excellent actually, but exhausting! You mentioned that she was a sex therapist, but I had no idea there's so much actual sex in a therapy session! She made me masturbate so much that I could barely walk out of there. My legs were wobbly and dripping with juices, as usual. Actually, now that I think about it, it wasn't that different from just staying at home, in that respect. Non-stop masturbation!" She giggled. "But her advice was really good."

Suzanne was very proud of herself. Susan talked extensively, and Suzanne learned that most everything with the psychologist visit went exactly according to plan, and in some cases things went even better than expected. Xania had shown a natural talent for improvising. 

In Suzanne's opinion, Xania had let things get far too sexual, especially with the improvised "visualization exercises" she made Susan do. Suzanne was fairly amazed that Susan didn't find it very odd that she'd spent most of the appointment topless and/or masturbating. It goes to show how far removed Susan is from the real world. If she has to go out shopping or something, it must be like Rip Van Winkle waking up, because she's in this sexual world, fucking herself and sucking cock all day. Just like Akami's visit yesterday, for instance. Susan probably didn't even blink an eye when Akami started to suck Alan's cock. She's gotten to the point where she finds it perfectly natural and right that beautiful women suck her son's cock when they get near him. 

She's totally sexed up. I may be creating a monster of sorts, but I've got to keep her like that until she gives in completely to Alan. I've got to keep doing everything I can to keep her in that non-stop sex world; I'll even keep doing all her grocery shopping. It's a never ending task to keep her from something jarring that will snap her out of her erotic fog, until the changes become permanent. But it'll be so worth it. If things go too far, I can also scale her back a little bit, later. 

Actually, now that I put in that way, these "visualization exercises" are perfect. I should have come up with that myself, but I wouldn't have believed she'd have fallen for it. Sometimes I forget just how naïve she is. I'm going to have to remind her to practice those very regularly.

The only problem was that the counseling sessions with Xania had gone so well that Susan wanted to have further sessions with her, despite the long drive to her "office." In Xania's phone call to Suzanne after Susan left, Xania was very insistent and enthusiastic about that idea, too (no doubt because she wanted to have sex with Susan). But having another appointment would be hard to do. For instance, everything in the office was already packed up and soon to be gone. 

Suzanne figured that issue was something she could deal with later. Her immediate interest was to find out what Susan's new attitude towards sex would be. For the time being, Suzanne resisted doing much more than French kiss greetings to give Susan some space.

Once Susan finished her long story of the psychologist session, Suzanne asked, "So Susan, here's the big question. Now that the psychologist condones your actions, what are you going to do with Alan, physically?"

"Yes, that's the big question. Now we finally come to it. That's the exciting part, Suzanne! I've been holding it in, waiting for you to ask! I still wasn't 100 percent sure after I left Xania, but then I talked it over briefly with Akami and she confirmed it for me. I MUST have sex with my son! It's not even for me to decide. My body belongs to him. Alan is in complete control of my body and it's obviously what he wants, so I want it too. My entire purpose in life now is to sexually please him." She spoke with complete certainty.

Ironically, Suzanne was now worried that Susan was too eager. "But what about your religious concerns?"

"I'm like Saul on the road to Damascus! I've seen the light! You kept trying to tell me, but I wouldn't listen. Now it's all clicked into place. All my prudish and absurd childhood teachings have fallen away and I'm totally free. I'm free! It's so great. It didn't really dawn on me until I went to bed last night. It was like a wave of peace swept over me. I've felt so mentally split, for weeks. But now I feel a sense of wholeness." 

She sighed happily. "I've realized that there has to be a reason why God made my tits so big and my body so curvy and sensitive generally. I'm built for sex! And not sex for just anyone, but for my son alone! My pussy is as sensitive as the rest of me, so God must want my Tiger to pound my pussy too. And don't tell me Alan's ailment and the completely odd treatment was all just coincidence! That was planned!"

Suzanne gasped. She figured she was found out.

But Susan continued happily, "God must have planned that too. Big-titted babes like you and me are meant to serve naturally superior males like Alan. Why else would we have these annoying blobs of flesh that just make our backs to hurt? Tiger's whole diagnosis must have been God's way of getting me off my duff and on my knees sucking cock! If God wants it, then how can I mind? I don't have any guilt any more. In fact, sucking and fucking is practically a religious DUTY! Isn't it great?"

She clutched both of Suzanne's hands tightly, and then the two of them hugged a very long hug. 

Suzanne pretended to be happy for her friend, but inwardly she worried. Suzanne, you've been far too successful this time. Damn! What am I going to do now? Susan's like the perfect believer. It's next to impossible to get her to change her beliefs, but once she does she commits completely in every way. How it is that I scheme so much and still don't wind up on top? 

At least she feels whole and at peace again. I can feel good about that, at least. Actually, this is great news if only I can get Alan to realize that I'm the one that loves him the most and that he has to love me the most. Everything else is still on track, except for that one thing.

The hug ended. Suzanne faked enthusiasm and said, "That's great. When are the two of you going to do the deed?"

"Shucks. That's the one snag. Akami made it clear that I should agree to Alan's request and let him take it easy all weekend. And of course if Alan wants it, then I must obey. I feel so happy, now that I realize my life - and my body - is entirely in his hands!"

Suzanne was disturbed to hear this, not least because she considered herself to have considerable influence over Susan. She didn't want Alan running everything. "But you're his mother. Certainly you have to remain in charge?"

"Well, yeah. With non-sexual things, certainly. My favorite thing Xania said was when she talked about the need for me to assert more control. I need to be in control of the situation. After all, this is my house, and I'm the mother. That's one thing that was really bothering me, the feeling of constantly sliding down a slippery slope and losing control. In recent weeks I'd mostly gotten over my concerns about the morality of incest and my main worry was that I would lose my dignity and become a total slut. Alan wants to be proud of his mother, and I want him to be proud of me. I don't want to let him down. But then I realized I just have to make a sharp division between the sexual and non-sexual. When it comes to something like telling him to clean his room, I have to stand firm. But when it comes to something like sucking his cock, I have to stand firm, but in a different way. Like this." She brought her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out. "You know what I mean?" She giggled and laughed mirthfully.

Suzanne queried, "So, in other words, you want him to take over completely, sexually?"

"Yes. I NEED him to dominate me sexually. I absolutely MUST serve him. I realized that's just the type of person I am; that's how God made me. It makes me SO HOT just to think about it. You know what turns me on most of all? When he orders me around and says something like 'assume the position.' I cream right then and there. I'm so proud of my body. So proud of my tits. Soon I'll be proud of my cunt, when it learns that its purpose in life is to be there for Alan to fill with his sweet and creamy goo at any time."

Suzanne was disturbed, but couldn't help but getting turned on at the same time. She asked, "But certainly being so subservient in that, don't you think that will carry over into other things? How can you force him to clean his room when you're begging to suck his cock?"

"Well, that's my challenge. And that's the solution. Alan can still respect me as a mother, and enjoy me as the slut for his cock that I truly am, as long as I remain resolute in maintaining my non-sexual motherly duties. You see? It's the best of both worlds. I can slide down the sexual slippery slope as far as I want. I don't have to have boundaries or resist any more! We can fuck like frenzied bunnies all night long, as long as I'm there to prepare his breakfast and lunch bag in the morning. I have to be a good slut whore AND a good mother."

Suzanne had a hard time believing that Susan's scheme could work. She thought, Susan is deceiving herself yet again. Her sexual enthusiasm means that she's going to gladly give up total control to my Sweetie in everything. He's going to be spanking her right and left, and she's going to love it. This is why it's so important that I take on an increasingly dominant role in his life, and in her life too. I need to step in and be the one to say "no" when Susan is too blissed out on sex. Otherwise Alan is going to be completely spoiled in very short order. In fact, I really need to be the matriarch of this whole bunch. 

She looked up at Susan and was surprised to see the mother had gone from a face of total euphoria to a serious frown. 

Susan was biting her lip in worry. 

"What is it?" Suzanne asked.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just wondering when I'll be able to do the deed. My period should start around Tuesday or Wednesday, so I may only have Monday. Then there's his rescheduled hiking trip next weekend. I'm just afraid I won't get enough fucking in anytime soon. Because that's all I want to do, is fuck my son! What did you say, 'bend over but don't break'? Now it's bend over and break!"

Suzanne was delighted. A-ha! All I have to do is stop them from fucking on Monday, Tuesday maybe too, and I'll have over a whole week to have him all to myself! Well, at least a good chunk of him, given all the babes he's plowing through these days. I need to establish myself here in the new shape of things. I may not have the whole mother taboo thing going on, but I'm clearly the most sexually talented of this bunch. Then Susan can fuck him all she wants, once Sweetie makes me his first choice. But how to stop them from fucking until then? It's like trying to stop a boulder from falling through the sky.

Suzanne kept these thoughts to herself and said reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'm sure it'll all work out. It sounds like Monday will be divine for you. But I'm curious who will be in charge, sexually, if you're so happily subservient. Suppose that next time when all five of us are hanging out one night, Alan gets a hard-on and needs immediate relief. We'll all want to be the one to suck him off, naturally, so who gets to do it?"

"Hmm. ... Oh, I know! That's easy. Alan will choose. After all, his pleasure comes first. It's a medical fact, what with his condition and all."

Suzanne wasn't so sure about that when it came to herself. Pleasing herself was an extremely high priority. But she kept that thought to herself too and asked, "But suppose that, for whatever reason, he can't make up his mind? Then what?"

"Huh. Tough one. But it's still my house and I'm still his mother. So it should be up to me. Don't you think? ... I'd try to be fair of course, and spread the joy around so everyone could have their turn. After all, he has so much potent sperm to give all of us. Unless it was a Tuesday, and you know what happens on my special day." Susan flashed a big smile and got even more tingly thinking about Tuesdays.

Suzanne thought briefly, It's odd how similar Susan and Katherine are about this subservience thing, although I think Katherine is more just playing around while Susan is dead serious. Amy's so willing in everything too. I guess I'm the only female around here with any real backbone. That makes it all the more important I stay in charge. And I can't fall for all this Master stuff or the whole group will fall apart. 

She got up. "I have to go do a few things at this moment. Now would be a good time to practice those visualization exercises Xania was recommending, don't you think?"

"Oh, those? Okay. But if I sit around masturbating while thinking about Alan fucking me, won't that just make me more frustrated that we can't have sex already?"

"No. It'll sate those urges for a while. Just like, if you want to cure someone from being afraid of snakes, you have to slowly get them closer and closer to snakes. Gradually they become used to it, until they can hold a snake in their hand. In the same way, if he fucks you in your mind today, you won't actually want him to fuck you so much in reality."

Susan joked, "And I'll be happy to hold his snake in my hand!" 

They laughed. 

But Suzanne thought, It's actually getting a bit frightening just how pliable Susan is getting. She didn't question that very dubious snake analogy at all. She's not thinking logically whatsoever. She is so NOT in control in any aspect of her life. Sex has taken over completely, and it's amazing she doesn't see it. 

I guess a lot of it is my own fault. Maybe I went overboard in keeping her in a constant sexual fog. I figured it was all a necessary process of overcoming a couple decades of prudish social conditioning in mere weeks. 

Once she and Alan are fucking, I'm gonna have to ease her back into the real world. Right now, she's nearly completely nonfunctional except as a pure sex object. There's no way in hell right now she could ever get it together enough to say, do her taxes. But those kinds of things need to be done sooner or later. And I'll have to work on giving her a bit more backbone, too. Some unscrupulous person might take unfair advantage of her. 

Suzanne didn't see any hypocrisy in that last statement as she failed to see how much she was taking unfair advantage of her best friend.

Suzanne gave Susan another long good-bye kiss and walked away. Mostly Suzanne just wanted to be alone to have time to think. 

But before she left the house, she peeked through the window into the den where Susan had moved. Sure enough, Susan was already practicing her "visualization exercises." She was sitting up in a chair, naked, with her eyes closed. Her hands were all over her tits, ass, and pussy, like she needed to touch all three areas at once but didn't know what to do because she only had two hands. 

Suzanne thought, Now that's a sight to see! She does so much with her hands. I can't wait until I teach her all about dildos and strap-ons. She's got a lot to learn. As sexual as everything is these days for her, her sexual education is still just beginning. That sight looks so enticing, I think I might just go back to my place and do some frigging myself.

Regarding moving her own physical relationship with Susan forward, Suzanne bided her time. She thought, Maybe I've been pushing Susan too much. It's getting to be like she's so blissed out on sex that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. Literally. I think it's a good idea that Sweetie has a break. Susan could probably use a couple of semi-normal days as well. 

Then, Monday morning, she has the appointment with Akami that I scheduled for her. Akami can help take her to the next level of lesbian lovemaking. I think it's time she learns about dildos and strap-ons. When she comes home, she'll want to practice her new toys with me, and she won't think of me as the one responsible for corrupting her. Once she and I are fully fucking, it's an easy step to get her and Katherine fucking. They're half way there already. Then, with her fucking Alan, everybody will be fucking everybody else. My Plummer orgy vision will be a reality.

Remarkably, Suzanne completely forgot about Amy since Amy never figured in her sexual plans or fantasies. It remained a huge blind spot for her. 

She continued thinking, Of course, I feel bad constantly tricking my best friend. It may seem that I've gone a bit too far in the past day or two, what with the van sabotage and all, but ultimately it's for her own good. Someday, when we're all sitting around naked, making love in one big family orgy as I hope we'll be doing most every day, I'll remind her about all the little tricks I used to get all the pieces to fall into place just so. All of us will have a big laugh. She'll thank me. They all will. Really. 

CHAPTER 2 

Alan's plan to have a sex-free day was put to the test almost immediately. By the time he came down for breakfast, everyone else had already eaten. He didn't know where Susan was (in fact, she was nearby in the den still playing with herself), so he helped himself to a bowl of cereal. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 31



Katherine came over to keep him company. Despite the relatively early hour, she was looking for some sexual fun. "Hey, Big Bro. What's up?"

"Not much. Just chillin'."

"That's cool."

But it didn't take long for Katherine to make her intentions clear to her brother. She sat across from him, goading and tempting him with her body. She wasn't wearing the clothes she would wear in public. She would never be caught in public in these particular clothes, because these were, as she called them to herself, some of her "fuck toy" clothes.

Any clothing could be "fuck toy" clothing provided they were worn properly. For instance, she wore pantyhose today, but only so she could pull them down. As the pantyhose were already see-through, they allowed her to be effectively naked to start with yet allow her to undress to appear even more naked. She wore a tight leather miniskirt, but not for long. It was soon bunched up around her stomach. Above that she had a fancy yellow blouse, the better to expose herself when she tore it open in front and thrust her tits out.

Alan asked, "I thought it was cool that I was just chilling out?"

She smirked and giggled. "Yeah, well, what can you do?" She giggled some more as she ran her hands all over her body. "I'd really be happy to chill out too, but then I think about all those inches of cock sitting right across the table from me, so many inches of hot cock that could be sliding down my throat, or filling up my box... I'm sorry, but I just can't help myself!" 

She furthermore made sure to show herself off sitting directly across the dining table from Alan. If he sat up close to the table he couldn't see what was happening to her lower half. 

Curiosity got the better of him, so he pulled his chair back and put his eyes level to the table, enabling him to check out the action both above and below the table simultaneously. 

Katherine responded to his increased attention by moaning, fondling her body all over, and especially rubbing her clit.

Needless to say, he got very erect very fast. It was all he could do to keep eating his cereal from time to time. But he was determined to have a more or less sex-free day, so he kept his erection in his shorts.

He half-griped, "Is this how it's going to be every day?"

"Probably. Can't you hear Mom in the den?"

"No, where's Mom?"

"Sssh. Listen. I'll stop poking my pussy for a minute so you can hear that not all the moaning sounds are coming from me. ... You hear that?" 

"Yeah."

Katherine resumed writhing in her chair as she stroked herself to get Alan inspired enough to act. "I wonder if she's in there all alone, or if she's in there with Suzanne. They're probably rubbing their bare chests against each other right now, saying, 'If only we had a big Alan to stick between all these tits for a nice double titfuck!"

"Grrr! Don't say that!" His hand reflexively dropped to his lap. 

But Katherine was just getting warmed up with her teasing. She liked to stroke her bald pussy and whisper sexy things quietly to Alan. She said such things as, "Get my attention, Big Battering Ram Brother. Come over here and get my attention. Stroke me. Lick me. Touch me. Everywhere. Do me. Do nasty things. Get nasty on your sister, your fuck toy. Fill me! Fill me up with your nasty spunk. I neeeeed it. It itches. Make it better with your hard thing."

Even though Susan was only one room away, Katherine wasn't terribly worried if her mother heard. Mostly she was keeping quiet for fear of Susan coming in and taking Alan's attention away. So she was careful not to get too excited and talk too loud, or use any key words or phrases like "fuck me" that would prick up their ears. She loved the situation because she had the excitement of possibly getting caught, without any serious worries if she did.

Alan complained half-heartedly while he debated giving his erection some air, "Sis, you know that today is supposed to be my take it easy day, right? So can't you take it easy too?"

She answered, "I could, but you can't go completely without ANY orgasms ALL DAY, for crying out loud. That's just crazy talk! So if you're going to have one or two, at the very least, why not get one out of the way, first thing, here with me?"

But Alan was determined to give his penis a rest. He said, "Sis, I hate to do this, but I am going to go to my room right now and play video games. I'm sorry, and I appreciate your effort, but no one is going to touch my penis. You did wear me down a bit, but not enough."

"Shoot," Katherine complained. "No doubt someone else is going to build on my work and win your first creamy load. But I'll forgive you on one condition: tomorrow morning you wake me up with a good, solid fucking."

He dropped his voice. "Sis, are you crazy? Mom is in the next room! And anyways, there's my no fucking in the house rule. We have to respect Mom at least that much."

"Yeah, but yesterday you promised that that would end when our grounding ends, and it ends at the end of today. You promised! So, tomorrow morning, we celebrate with a fuck."

"Keep your voice down. Okay, okay. I did say that, didn't I? But a super secret fuck, okay? We don't want Mom to find out. And one condition: you can't tease me any more today."

Katherine nodded enthusiastically and got down to frigging herself, since Alan wasn't going to help her get off. The "problem" with trying to get Alan all aroused was that she inevitably got herself uncontrollably worked up, too.

Alan walked off thinking, It's going to be REALLY hard to keep this weekend sex-free. Why do I get the feeling that everybody is going to lay traps for me? These women just gotta have it! They don't know the meaning of letting up. At least I've defused Sis for a while.

CHAPTER 3 

Alan was proud of his determination to stick to his sex-free plan. For the next several hours, his vision of wasting the day in idle fun came true. He played one mindless video game after another.

As the morning turned into afternoon, Susan again practiced her "visualization exercise" of imagining Alan fucking her. She loved letting herself go in the wildest of fantasies. But it only whetted her appetite for his cum. 

She came to him a number of times as he worked on his computer, bringing him drinks, lunch, and snacks. Each time, she asked him if he "needed relief." He kept saying no. He was truly determined to have a restful day.

After a couple hours of being ignored, Susan thought, It's time to bring out the big guns, so to speak. She came to his room again, and didn't even bother with an excuse to be there this time. 

She wore the T-shirt that had a large hole cut out for her boobs to stick out. She knew he loved it and was saving it for an occasion when it was really needed, such as this one. To make absolutely sure that her mission wouldn't fail, she put together a wire brace underneath her rack to force her assets to stick out even further than ever before. A ridge under the shirt hung out an inch or two below her tits, but this was largely unnoticeable. Just in case his eyes managed to dislodge themselves from her chest, she also wore a skirt far too short to even cover her pussy.

Alan was sitting down at his desk, so when she walked right up to him she was able to practically put her tits right in his face. "Tiger, are there any THINGS you need?" she asked, stressing the plural. "I know you're trying to have a restful day, but sometimes a mother's sensitive tits are just begging for attention."

Alan stared up into her massive mammaries. "Shit! You know I love that T-shirt." His penis grew hard about as quickly as he could say, "Boing!" He didn't realize it, but after cumming so many times per day, day after day, his body had come to expect a certain level of sexual activity. After hours of just playing video games, his penis was definitely eager. 

She took another step forward, enveloping his face with her soft tits. "What do you love about it, Tiger?" 

"I like how it makes you seem like a typical soccer mom at first glance. It almost looks like a sports jersey. But at the same time it's so obscene with your tits sticking out so far in front of you. Imagine picking me up at soccer practice, dressed like that!" He had a hard time talking with her flesh pressing ever more insistently against his face. Each nipple was poking hard into his cheeks.

She replied, "What a great thought! Can you just imagine if I pulled up to the parking lot dressed like this? Can you imagine the looks on the faces of the other mothers when I step out of the car with these two exposed torpedoes? I'd just sensibly tell them, 'What are you looking at? These tits belong to my son. They're to serve HIS pleasure. If he says that I have to keep them uncovered, who am I to disagree? I'm just a mommy slut.'"

Alan added to the fantasy. "Then I'd run up, all hot and sweaty from the practice. We'd kiss on the lips while the other mothers stare in amazement. My head would drop down so I could cradle my face in your cleavage-" 

Susan interrupted, "Hold on, Tiger. If you're hot and sweaty, what better way to quench your thirst than drinking some mommy milk? My nipples would be leaking and my tits nearly bursting with milk in anticipation of you feasting on them, but soon you'd take care of everything! The other mommies would get so excited watching you suckle and sticking your hand down my sweat pants that they'd absolutely lose it when their own sons came in from the field. Before long, they'd all be topless and cocksucking and jacking off all those fresh, young, incestuous pricks - it would be fantastic!" 

Alan laughed. His penis throbbed in delight, thanks to her description. "So now you see why I like that shirt. It's inspirational." 

Susan winked. "I may not be lactating in reality, but if I was this would be a great shirt for it. Did you notice how it's almost designed for someone to come up and suck my nipples? Hint, hint."

"If you insist," he joked, and began lapping up against her nipples in a relaxed way, just like a baby happily suckling on them. He'd been adopted when he was only about six months old, and Susan deeply regretted not being able to breast feed him then. He knew the idea of lactating was one of her favorite sexual fantasies, and he was only too happy to explore the fantasies with her. He knew that her breasts were unusually sensitive, especially give how big they were, and making her happy also made him happy.

"My baby. My sweet baby," she cooed as she patted him on the head. 

Alan slipped his hand down into her shorts. 

But Susan didn't want that at the moment, and said, "Tiger, let's save that for another time. I think you'll find very soon that there are a lot of fun things you can do to my cunt. But today I want you to focus on my tits, and love them to their fullest."

So Alan happily did what he was told and played with Susan's tits for many long minutes. He loved it so much he felt he could just suck and fondle them forever. He didn't mind that his penis was untouched because it allowed him to concentrate entirely on just her breasts.

Susan obviously loved it too. She got an orgasm just from his mouth and hands on her tits.

"Oh God! That was great. You make Mommy so helpless and happy. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Mom!"

Her orgasm seemed to just push her further, because she then whispered into his ear, "The only problem is that my cleavage isn't being stuffed full with your fuck rod. Don't you think you could do something about that? Don't you want to make your mommy happy? Mommy needs cock. Son cock!"

Alan again did what he was told, and titfucked his mother. As he slipped his penis into her cleavage, he commented, "This is like a dream come true for me, Mom. A total dream. Every day."

"Me too, Tiger, me too!" Her hands hungrily ran all over his chest.

"Do you remember, Mom, how you used to be a couple of months ago? If I would have even seen your tits mostly covered up in one of your heavy bras, you would have totally freaked. And now I basically own those same tits."

"Don't remind me, Son. OH!" She cried out in pleasure. "'Basically'? Not basically. You do own them! It's so embarrassing recalling that frumpy fuddy duddy. Don't make me think of it. Oh! Don't make me think at all! Just make me fuck!"

He slammed hard into her chest over and over, his balls slapping wildly each time. 

She entered a truly mindless zone where nothing but pleasure mattered, and happily sang her "Alan Song" in her head:

I am Alan's mom

I suck with my clothes off or on

I am Alan's bitch

His cum is thick, the taste is rich

I am Alan's slave...

She stopped at that line, and luxuriated in it. I am Alan's SLAVE. Yes! That's what I am. It feels so good to give myself to him completely and serve him in every way. ... But I can't tell him of my complete submission. Not yet. If he knows I'm ready and dripping with desire to get fucked by him, he'll want to do it right away, and good nurse Akami says no to that. We've gotta wait till Monday so he can fully recover first. I want him ready to royally fuck me with an endless number of big, cunt-filling cum loads. We'll fuck so hard and long that he'll need a full week to recover again, hee-hee! 

But the fact is, whether he knows it or not, I've given up all control. Alan OWNS me! He can do ANYTHING he wants to me! But I get so much too. He's going to reward his loyal mommy right now with a big load. Oh yes! Give it up! Give it up for me, Tiger! 

Alan was on the verge of climax, and began to shoot his seed. It was a bigger load than the small ones from the day before, though still not up to his usual standards. 

Susan thought, That's it! Give it up for Mommy! She's going to let herself gooooooooooo-oooohh yes! She shrieked, "Mmmm! God, I'm so juicy!" 

Alan had planned to shoot into his mother's mouth, but he unexpectedly lost control himself, and so he shot mostly into her neck. As the ropes of cum flew, he managed to recover somewhat, sat on her face, and aimed his last ropes directly into her mouth. 

She mewed with pleasure like a contented cat. "Mmmm. Mmmm. MMMM!" 

Best titfuck yet! Alan thought once he was done. Though I just might be partial since she's my mom... 

Nah! Heh-heh! 

The only problem is, Mom's tits are nearly too big to titfuck and have her blow me at the same time. My penis practically gets lost when it's inside her cleavage, sandwiched between her fluffy pale pillows. Just like Suzanne. Too many big tits around here. Am I fucking blessed, or what? I love that kind of "problem." 

Alan got off of her face. 

Susan quickly recovered from her own orgasm, and devoted all of her attention to scooping up and swallowing his cum dripping down her neck. She did it so devotedly, nearly reverently, as if the cum was a precious commodity, that Alan felt flushed with power. 

When she was done, he pointed to his now flaccid penis and commanded, "Lick me off."

She obeyed wordlessly, but Alan could tell she loved the command. Her facial expression was one of pure joy. She was completely unconflicted and lived in the moment just to lick.

Alan was so entranced that he watched her long after she finished. 

She was exhausted from all the sexual exertion and sat up against a wall to rest. She put her arms back behind her back, as he'd commanded her to do the first time she wore the shirt. She figured that would help convey an unspoken message that she was his sexual plaything (as if he didn't get that message already).

Alan again took in the breathtaking sight of her tits, looking like two rockets ready to shoot off into the sky. Only now did he notice just how short her skirt was. 

Seeing where he was looking, she spread her legs as wide as she could, as if she badly wanted him to fuck her. That put her pussy on full display. She whispered, "Look at your naughty mommy."

But Alan couldn't get his penis up again if his life depended on it. Even her very extensive tongue cleaning of his flaccid penis had failed to revive it, so he knew it wouldn't bounce back for some time.

But that didn't stop him from studying her pussy up close, watching juices continue to leak out of it. He scooted closer, and asked, "Can I touch it? Can I put a finger in it?"

She smiled a bit, but wearily answered, "No."

Alan was confused. "Mom, your mouth says no, but your body says yes, doesn't it? You're leaking so much it's like you're about to have yet another orgasm. Isn't that right? Or am I misreading your signals?"

Susan thought to herself, What's wrong with my son? What does it take for him to figure out sometimes a woman says no and means yes? How can I teach him to take me against my will? He just has to learn how to take charge of his big-titted babes. He has to learn how to forcefully take a woman, even when she's reluctant. 

She finally answered, in as sexy a voice as she could manage in her wiped out state, "What do you think, Tiger?"

He scratched his head and answered honestly, "I don't know, Mom. I'm getting conflicting signals." 

Susan dropped her head down in frustration and sighed. Finally, she explained, "Tiger, when you see a woman sitting naked in front of you with her tits bursting out of her shirt and her legs spread as wide as a gymnast with her juices dripping all over the floor, plus her arms behind her back as if she wants to be tied up, do you know what? It doesn't matter what her mouth has to say! Her body is screaming 'yes'! Don't take no for an answer! Just do whatever you like!"

Alan answered, "I know. And with anyone else I would, but with you I think about you crying and I get so sad, that I can't go on. I never want to see you cry or get sad."

"Who's talking about crying?" Susan replied in exasperation. "If I'm crying, it'll only be tears of joy."

"Okay. I should try to act more like I do around Heather, though I don't want to go that far."

That was a mistake, because now Alan had to take a few minutes to explain what he'd been doing with Heather lately, and the erotic mood was lost. It wasn't too great a loss for him, however, as Alan's body had had enough for the time being. The tempting sight before him contrasted too dramatically with his own flaccid penis, and it was only making him uselessly horny. 

So after he explained a few things he'd done with Heather recently (making sure not to involve the other cheerleaders or his painting duties for fear of somehow exposing his involvement with his sister), he went to take a shower.

Susan left the room too, but decided to remain dressed just as she was for the whole day. Even though she knew he wanted a mellow day, she couldn't help but tease him. There was nothing she wanted to do more than please and tease him all day long. She kept the gobs of cum that stained the shirt near the collar to further show anyone and everyone who could see that she was Alan's sex toy.

However, she also wanted to respect his wish to have a restful day at least somewhat, so she decided not to pressure him into any more orgasms and go without more physical contact the rest of the day unless he was the initiator. 

I'm soooo naughty! I talk with the psychologist about being in control, but wouldn't it be even more fun if Tiger completely controlled me? He needs to know how to punish his naughty mother, and keep her in line. Like he does with Heather, the head cheerleader! I deserve a good spanking! Wouldn't that be the best? If she gets spanked, then why can't I? I'm a naughty, naughty slut, and need his firm hand. And his firm cock! Firm, firm, firm. Firm is good! Life is so good right now, but it'll be that much better once he's regularly fucking me. 

He sure gave it to Akami! Darn it, I can't stop thinking about that, and watching it over and over again in my mind. Soon, that's going to be me! 




Six Times a Day Pt. 31



I'm glad he likes this shirt so much. Wouldn't it be delicious to wear it out in public? It certainly would make a shopping trip more interesting. "What's that officer? I'm causing a riot? But this isn't public indecency - didn't you know this is the latest fashion?" 

Oh, that sounds like such fun! But I shouldn't even think about that. My body is for Alan's eyes only. It's only for his eyes, and his hands, and his mouth, and his great big, giant, fantastically wonderful penis...

Susan sat on the bed in her room in the exact same position she'd used in front of Alan mere minutes before. She started to masturbate herself with another "visualization exercise" session. Now that she'd actually seen Alan fucking Akami right in front of her, her fantasies were that much more exciting and realistic. She left the door to her bedroom wide open, but was disappointed no one came in.

CHAPTER 4 

Alan went back to relaxing, just surfing the Internet and playing video games. However, little did he know it but he wasn't going to get much relaxing done, because Suzanne also had plans for him. 

Suzanne thought as she walked a short stretch of sidewalk from her house to the Plummer house, I may have gone too far with the sabotage of the scoutmaster's van, but the fact is, what's done is done, and there's no turning back. Everything is in place for me to fuck my Sweetie, and come hell or high water, I'm going to do it today!

Not only that, but there's no doubt in my mind that I deserve it. I'm damn proud of myself for engineering the whole fake psychologist thing. I put in a lot of hard work and staved off the potential disaster of Susan causing trouble with a real psychologist. I think I deserve a great, big reward. Practically everyone else has fucked him already. He and Amy may do it tonight, and I'll be damned if I let my daughter fuck him before I do! 

The only question is how to arrange the secrecy. Even though Susan has reached the point of no return thanks to all my work with Xania, it still would be better if she doesn't know what I'm doing with my Sweetie, especially if I'm going to try to keep them apart a little bit longer. There's no choice but to do it somewhere else.

Around 2:30 in the afternoon, Suzanne went to Alan's room. She was wearing rather conservative clothing, with the expectation of leaving the house in a few minutes. 

She asked Alan as he played a video game on his computer, "Sweetie, I'm planning on buying a new computer. I don't know much about computers and you know so much more. Would you like to help me go shop for one this afternoon?"

"Well, I was going to take a nap in a little while."

"Sweetie, according to your mother, you've slept a good sixteen hours since yesterday afternoon. I could really use your help."

There was no denying he was feeling pretty good after that much sleep. "I guess you're right. I'm not doing a whole lot anyways. Just let me finish this game I'm working on."

"Okay. Thanks. By the way, as a completely unrelated aside, how is your penis doing? Is it fully recovered yet?"

"Thanks for asking. It's much better than yesterday, I'd just about reached the end of the line, but today, to be honest, I almost feel 100 percent, penis and otherwise." Suddenly the way she emphasized "completely unrelated aside" hit home with him. "Waaaiiit a minute. You're not planning on me and you..."

"Hey, who says we have to limit ourselves to strictly buying a computer? Are you game for something new?" Suzanne wasn't too discreet because no one else was within hearing distance.

"You know I always am when it comes to you," Alan said.

"I hope you are, 'cos I've got a very special surprise for you today."

That sounded very good to Alan. He figured as long as he was going to have a little more sexual fun today, what would be better than trying something new with Suzanne? He quickly readied himself to leave. 

Suzanne drove, and took the two of them clear out of Orange County, towards Los Angeles. She explained that there was a used computer for sale she wanted to check out first.

As they got near her destination, Alan asked, "Aunt Suzy, I've been meaning to bring something up. You've all but promised that we could go all the way, like, days ago. Yet we still haven't. Why is that? I think it's time."

"The reason we haven't is because of the secrecy problem. Once we start I'm going to want to do it every day, and how could we do that without getting caught? It's not like you and I could sneak off to a hotel whenever we'd want to fuck. Not only that, but we'd have to go to a far off hotel to make sure no one would recognize us. If we truly wanted to fuck for hours on end, we'd have to go to some anonymous hotel by a busy highway. Some place like, oh, I don't know, this hotel right here."

Suzanne was very delighted with herself, because she'd managed to drag out her answer to perfectly time her last sentence as she drove into the parking lot of a Motel 6. She couldn't help but giggle with glee.

It took a few seconds for everything to fully dawn on Alan. "Hey! THIS is just that kind of hotel! ... HEY!"

Suzanne laughed out loud. "You're so cute when you're naïve," she said, bursting with pleasure. "The fact is, I don't have any computer to buy. You and I have all afternoon to fuck like bunnies. Are you okay with that?"

"Oh. ... Wow..." Alan said as realization slowly dawned on him. "We're finally going to fuck?!"

"Yes. Even with the secrecy problem, I just can't hold back anymore. You just sit here while I check in. Sorry to ruin your plans for a sexually mellow weekend, ha-ha!" Suzanne crowed. She kissed him on the cheek and then rushed off to check in to the hotel.

Within minutes, Alan and Suzanne were running hand in hand to their allotted hotel room. They wasted no time on foreplay. Alan didn't need to put a condom on, either, since Suzanne had her tubes tied. She'd had two children and didn't want any more.

Alan closed the door as Suzanne whipped off her skirt. She didn't have the patience to unbutton her blouse, but just ripped it open. As usual when she was around her "Sweetie," she was unhindered by underwear.

He still had his T-shirt on but he didn't care. He came up behind her and pushed her face down onto the bed. He positioned his penis head just a little bit into Suzanne's pussy lips. He paused, and said, "Before we do this, Aunt Suzy, I just want you to know how much I love you."

"Oh Sweetie, you're so kind. I love you too. So much! Now show me your love by making love." She spread her legs as wide as she could and urgently yelled, "Hurry up and push it in!" 

Alan loved the sight of Suzanne with her legs spread, topped by her ivory white bubble butt. He took a mental picture to remember this pivotal moment forever. This is it! Those other chances didn't really count, but there's nothing stopping us now! ... It's so unbelievable that it's about to really happen. My heart's pounding like crazy. I need to calm down so I can do a good job and live up to my overblown reputation. 

He slowly rode his erection down into Suzanne. Inch by inch it went in until he was in as deep as he could go. "I'm in! I'm in!" 

She laughed. "I know! Believe me, I know! Oh, Sweetie! It's like a dream come true!" 

"You're telling me?! Good God! This feels... Jesus H. Christ! What the fuck was that?!" 

Since he was impaled all the in but not moving, she took advantage of the moment to try out one of her pussy squeezing moves on him. She considered herself sexually talented in all ways, but the two things she stood out the most for were what she could do with her extra long tongue and what she could do with her pussy.

She squeezed again. "Holy crap! How do you do that?! Don't make me cum already, please!"

She snickered with glee, happy to be pleasantly surprising him. "Well, if you can't take that little thrust of mine, start thrusting already!" 

He got the massage. He pulled back until his penis head was nearly out, and then pushed all the way back in. "Yes!" he cried. "I'm fucking you, Suzanne! For real! It feels sooooo good!" He wiped his brow because he was sweating already, more from excitement than actual exertion.

"Do it!" she yelled. "Give it to me! Don't mess around - give me a fast fuck!"

Alan pumped in and out, over and over. "Oh Jesus! Jesus! Suzanne!" 

"Alan!"

"Suzanne!"

"Alan!" It was corny, but they were desperately crying each other's names with as much passion as they could possibly muster. 

The two went at it like dogs in heat, thrusting and grinding. Even though the hotel room was cool and air conditioned, within minutes they were sweating like they'd run a marathon. Before long, they took off the last of their clothes. 

"I've wanted this so long!" Alan panted. 

Suzanne cried out. "You're fucking telling me?! I've been dying! Dying to do this for ever! Now that you've started, you've got to give it to me every day!"

The pace built up relentlessly. Alan was so excited that he couldn't manage his usual PC muscle control and pausing techniques for long. He just wanted to fill Suzanne's vagina to the brim with his cum. He yelled back, "I will! I'll give it to you! It's coming right now! I can't hold it - I'm gonna cum right now! Too fast! Get ready!"

Deep inside Suzanne, Alan felt the head of his penis expand with intense pleasure. They both yelled at the top of their lungs. The explosion of his semen coated the walls of her vagina until he felt completely drained not only of all his cum but also all of his life force. 

The fuck was over in less than five minutes, but it had been a really great five minutes that both of them would remember for the rest of their lives. 

CHAPTER 5 

As soon as they were done, Suzanne said, "That was great. Sweetie, you fucked me good, and gave me a lovely climax. But we're just getting warmed up, right? We have hours and hours before Susan expects us back home. Today you're gonna do me in every conceivable position, okay?"

"I'll try. The spirit is willing. I'm not so sure about how many times the flesh can handle it."

"I hate to say this Sweetie, but today is the day your penis is going to fall off from too much fucking, so enjoy it while you've still got one."

"Hey, this is supposed to be my recovery weekend," Alan said with a combination of frustration and anticipation.

"Okay then, I'll take it easy on you and we won't fuck quite so much as I'd planned - tomorrow. But today I'm gonna drain your balls dry! That first time was good, but that was just the appetizer. Now, we're really going to get into it. I'm going to show you how an experienced woman makes love."

She grabbed him by both shoulders and said more insistently, "Alan, Sweetie, before we continue, understand one thing. A lot of women are fucking you these days, but nobody can fuck as well as I can. Be honest and tell me when we're done that I'm not the best fuck you ever had."

Alan looked her over as if seeing her for the first time. Scanning her from head to toe, he said, "Suzanne, I don't care how many times I look at you - I'm still amazed at how incredible you look. It's like I'm making love to Paulina Porizkova or Anna Nicole Smith or something. You're so sexy that I can barely stand it! I know you're a great lover; I just hope I can hold up my end. Let's do it."

Suzanne smiled, full of satisfaction and confidence in herself. "Sweetie, I'm all for that and I know you'll do as great as you always do. But let's-"

Alan interrupted her. As he sat there looking deep into her brilliant green eyes, he realized with a start, "Hey! Is that a tear? Are you crying?"

Suzanne wiped her face and indeed cleared off several tears that she didn't even know were there. She replied unconvincingly, "No, that's just sweat." But even as she said this, more tears continued to flow.

"You are! You're crying! Did I upset you? Tell me how I can make it better!"

"Sweetie, you're so sweet. I guess you got me. I am crying. But these are tears of joy. You have no idea how happy I am. I can't even begin to tell you what a journey it's been to reach this point." 

She added to herself, Ain't that the truth! If he only knew how I got this started with his six times a day diagnosis, or even my car sabotage yesterday, I don't know what he'd think of me. But I just love him so much! My husband means nothing to me anymore. Alan is my life, my love, my happiness! This is the moment I've dreamed about for over a year, ever since his body got mature enough for me to allow myself those kinds of thoughts. All the rest, the blowjobs and titfucks and whatnot, those are great, but they can't cause two souls to merge like great fucking can. Sweetie, I want to merge with you! 

Alan reached out and wiped away her new tears. He was very touched, but said, "Suzanne, don't cry. I'm not good at this 'tears of joy' thing. I don't like to see anyone cry. Let's just have fun."

She mentally switched gears, stopped crying, and said, "You're right. I'm not good at that corny stuff either. Let me start with something to show you what I'm capable of. Put your penis right at the entrance of my slit."

Alan quickly did so.

She further commanded, "Now, don't move. Don't touch anything. Leave it up to me." 

So Alan waited to see what would happen. To his surprise, her pussy lips slowly but surely started to grab the knobby head of his penis. It was almost imperceptible, but her vaginal muscles were pulling his penis in. 

When Alan's penis head had been gobbled all up, he exclaimed in admiration, "Holy cow! Dang, Suzanne, I didn't know that was possible! This is like the tractor beam scene in Star Wars. Can you take the whole thing?"

Suzanne said in a mock chiding voice, "Sweetie, didn't I tell you never to doubt me? I may not be able to draw the entire Millennium Falcon into my hole, but I can and will fuck you by only moving my vaginal muscles. What I did to you earlier was nothing. Watch."

His penis was drawn in all the way to its base. Then Suzanne's vaginal muscles began rippling in the most delightful ways. With hardly any movement by either of them, and certainly no big in and out thrusts, Alan was getting thoroughly fucked. His shaft was getting milked in every sense of the word.

They came to a break just before he would have climaxed. She said triumphantly, "Now, do you think your mother can do that? I think not. Fool around all you want with your other curvy vixens, but always come back to me when you want to get your brains fucked out." 

"Holy cow! I will! I didn't even know vaginas could DO that!"

"They can, but it takes a lot skill of and practice, just like how you've been strengthening your PC muscle." 

She was so excited that she wanted to go again after waiting less than a minute, but Alan suggested, "Let's make this last or we'll be done in here before we even start to get comfortable."

"Okay, slow poke, play with my boobs then. By the way, did you know this technically isn't the first time we've fucked?" She squeezed his penis with her vagina as if trying to get his attention, like tapping his shoulder.

"What do you mean? Do you count the buttfucking we did? I don't think that really counts. Or do you mean the time at the beach?"

"No. Do you remember the Halloween party and Elle? That was me." She squeezed his penis even harder, just for fun.

"Elle? No shit! Damn, I can barely remember that."

"Don't worry. It wasn't that great. Even I was pretty drunk and sloppy and you were worse. This is our first time, as far as I'm concerned." Her vaginal muscles rippled up and down his penis, creating yet more amazing sensations he'd never felt before.

"Wow. So you were Elle. I remember thinking she looked a lot like you. No wonder." 

"No wonder," Suzanne laughed. "Let's make up for lost time!"

"I'm so in agreement with that idea, especially since you don't seem to know the meaning of 'taking a break.'" 

Suzanne started to bounce up and down on him before he finished speaking. She was eager and felt ten years younger.

"Let's see - I should have started fucking you about a month ago, so that's about 30 fucks. We're working on number two, so you've got about 28 eight more to go before we can leave this room."

"Suzanne!" Alan cried in amused dismay. "You know that's impossible." He joked, "I get tired after about the twentieth time."

"Don't I wish?! But that's how you're gonna be by the time I'm through with you. Already your powers of endurance are better than any man I'm ever known, and I've known close to one hundred. Let me just bounce up and down a little bit and see just how long you can hold out." 

The two of them were already sitting up, with Alan nuzzling Suzanne's back and his penis still in her. He continued to fondle her nipples. He let Suzanne rise and fall on his erection while her vaginal muscles continued to repeatedly clasp his penis like a vise. It was a most impressive performance on her part.

Things got heated very quickly. She would nearly rise completely off of his penis but then slam herself down hard to the base of his tool. She repeated this over and over. She threw her arms up in the air and yelled, "Ride 'em cowboy!"

Alan did his best to hold out, but couldn't last long, by his usual recent standards, in the face of such enthusiasm and talent. 

However, right as he was about to blow, Suzanne pulled off of him all the way. "Not so fast, lover boy," she chided him. "Let's cool off and save your precious climaxes. I want to see if we can set a record on how much fun we can have with just one of your orgasms. Meanwhile, as a woman I'm not so limited in my number of orgasms. So when you're ready, lick me. Lick me anywhere. Your touch is so special to me; just about anything you do will set me off."

So Alan pleasured Suzanne until his penis calmed down enough. (It took a while, as his new activities didn't exactly cool him down.) He worked hard on her clit especially, and had Suzanne freely creaming so much that eventually she begged off so she could recover from a long multiple orgasm.

Then they went back to more fucking. Alan was amazed at the things Suzanne's pussy could do as her vaginal muscles clenched and relaxed around his penis. He'd assumed that there were only a limited number of things such muscles could do, either squeezing or not squeezing like an on/ off switch, but he was wrong. He was so amazed that he asked only half-jokingly, "Suzanne, can that thing do party tricks with Coke bottles and stuff?"

To his surprise, she answered as she gasped for air, "There's some things like that I can show you, but I'm not going to because it wouldn't be dignified. But here's a trick you'll like. Stop holding back with your PC muscle and just let go and see what happens."

"I thought you said you wanted to see how long we could last on just-"

"Trust me."

So he did. With great relief he got that feeling welling up in his balls of an imminent climax, and readied himself to spend his seed deep inside her. 

But she grasped his penis at the base with one hand, then used her other hand to press down on another spot between his penis and anus, and continued to push down on both places. 

To his surprise, the ecstatic feeling of climax washed over him, but no cum actually came out. "Holy fuck! What the hell was that?!" He paused his fucking for a while because the sensation was still overwhelming and left him dazed.

"Men don't actually have to ejaculate when they climax, you know," Suzanne said calmly as she lay down on the bed next to him.

"They don't? How is that possible? And why didn't you show me that before?"

"Don't ask me the how's, I just know what works. And a clever woman always holds back some of her cards. For instance, I know another way to get you to climax without ejaculating that involves your prostate gland. I'll teach you that later. I've got so many other tricks that I learned from over a decade of cheating on my husband. Not to mention my time with Xania in college. You should have seen what we did together."




Six Times a Day Pt. 31



"I can only imagine."

"Now that I think about it, sex has been the closest thing I've had to a full time job for quite a long time, and I'm always good at any job I do. But you're not going to learn all my tricks today. For instance, one of these days I'm going to have to teach you all about a book called the Kama Sutra. But today I'm just going to show you enough to fuck you within an inch of your life."

"Whoa, Aunt Suzy. That's almost scary. Your vagina needs to be classified as a potential murder weapon. But I'm not going to get fucked to death without a fight. I won't take this lying down!" 

They both laughed because Suzanne was now lying on top of him. 

He added, "I've got to go on the counterattack. I may not know all the tricks, but I know that if I fuck you long and hard and deep enough you're going to turn to putty in my hands."

"Oh, am I?" Suzanne replied with delight while she licked his face. "We'll just have to see about that. Let's see who cries for mercy first!"

Soon they were back to some good old fashioned fucking. They just kept fucking and fucking as if the human body could fuck forever. Their first fast but brief fuck was like a single bite of an appetizer compared to the five course meal of their second one. When Alan added his thrusting to Suzanne's hip grinding and pushing, it was like they had the combined power of a jackhammer drilling a hole right through the center of Suzanne. 

They repeatedly goaded each other to cry "mercy," but neither would give in. While they were competitive, it never became too intense or mean-spirited. Eventually Alan suggested a truce: they would work up to another peak, and they would both cry mercy at the same time while he finally unloaded into her.

That's exactly what they did. The two of them shouted the word "mercy" over and over and over again. Even Alan's climax seemed to go on forever, and Suzanne shuddered in utter ecstasy below him the whole time as she had one of the best multiple orgasms of her life.

The two of them were so wiped out after that they both slept for a while. 

But after only a few minutes Suzanne awoke and shook Alan awake - she knew their time was limited and she was determined to make the most of it. She asked him with justifiable pride in her voice, "So how do those silly little teenagers compare to this old grandma?"

"'Old grandma'? Maybe you will be an old grandma after I fuck your daughter some." 

Suzanne playfully smacked Alan. She was genuinely irritated by the mention of Amy, but she tried not to let it show. 

He continued, "I thought I knew what fucking was, but this is so much better! Please, could I ask you a favor? Teach Katherine, Amy, and Mom all your tricks. Especially that climax without ejaculation one. I can't even explain what you're doing or how you're doing it, but we're so in synch, and it's all thanks to your skill. Damn!"

Suzanne giggled. She grabbed his penis and momentarily stopped him from fucking. "So wait. Let me get this straight. Even as you're fucking one woman, you actually ask her to help the competition. That takes some cheek!" 

"Maybe. I'm feeling very cheeky. Or maybe it's you who's very cheeky." He grasped both of her buttocks and kneaded them vigorously. 

She giggled with delight. She felt a sense of oneness and closeness when their bodies were joined like that. 

He proclaimed boldly, "I'm going to fuck your sexy ass, whether you like it or not. Then I'm going to fuck your daughter. Tonight, in fact. And you're going to fucking like it. In fact, I'm going to tie you up and make you watch. And then you're going to clean off her juices from my penis after I'm done with her."

He dove under the covers and invaded her ass crack with his tongue. He aimed straight for her anus and didn't hesitate to lick there. He alternated between that spot and her pussy.

Suzanne was both alarmed and aroused. "Alan!" She said with complete surprise. "You're not really going to do that, are you?" She hated to think about being in sexual competition with her own daughter. 

"I don't know. YOU don't know. I could do it. You're not going to resist me if I do, are you?" In actual fact, Alan was just speaking stream of consciousness thoughts and didn't necessarily mean any of it.

"What's gotten into you?"

"You have, you sexy mother! You're the perfect Venus. Incredible.... Technique... Fuck!" His tongue dives into her holes grew too intense to keep talking.

Suzanne thought, It's a good thing I dodged having to answer that question, because if I answered honestly, I'd have to say no! No, I'm not going to resist him, even if he ties me up and makes me watch. In fact, ESPECIALLY if he does that. That sounds so hot! God, I'd even clean my daughter's pussy juices right off of his penis, that's how much I love him. Actually, resisting would be even better, and lead to MORE sexy fun! Now I know how Susan feels, the joy of giving in and letting go. It's so wrong, but so right!

Suzanne was so caught up in the heat of the moment that she was eager to agree to almost anything that involved further sex with Alan. She subconsciously willfully ignored thinking about Amy in his idea and more just reveled in the naughtiness of the concept. If she wasn't so aroused she would have felt very differently about his idea. 

Even as it was, she almost immediately began to get second thoughts. Jesus Christ. I'm beginning to sound like Katherine and Susan. I WILL NOT submit to him. It's just that I love sex in all its form. I LIVE for sex. It's God's greatest gift to humanity. And I live for love, God's other and equally great gift. It just doesn't get any better than fucking the man I love! 

I have no problem with him tying me up and playing sexy games with me as long I can tie him up too. I've finally found my sexual equal, especially since the aggressive Alan has shown up. Let's see if we can outdo ourselves with our next round!

CHAPTER 6

Suzanne had been lying face down in the bed with her eyes closed while she let Alan lick her ass. She abruptly opened her eyes wide as if a light bulb went off over her head. "Hey! Let's do it with you sitting on me! Impale me with your fuck pole!" She turned over and pulled him up so they could sit up in the bed next to each other.

"What, you think it's that easy?" Alan said amazed, as he tried to fend off her hands grabbing at his flaccid penis from every direction. "It's not like I can just get hard that fast." Yet even as he said that, he started to get hard again.

With Suzanne's alabaster skin, green eyes, and dark red hair filling his vision, he couldn't help get hard. Even putting aside how much I love this woman for a minute, I'm never going to fuck another woman this beautiful. Never. Not Katherine, not Heather... Susan popped into his head. Okay, Susan is her equal. But aside from that...

"I knew you could do it," Suzanne said in delight. She pointed at his rising penis and clapped her hands like a little girl joyous at seeing an impressive trick. "Come on! Split me in two!" She sat down on his dick. It went in all the way even as it was still getting hard.

Alan suggested mischievously, "Remember what I was saying about you teaching your tricks to the others? I have a suggestion. We fuck for it."

"Okay."

"If you cum first, you have to tell them, but if I cum first, then I'll have to spank it out of you."

"Hey! That's not fair!" She protested with a very pouty and sexy voice. "You win either way. Plus, you know I'll be cumming in less than five minutes with the way you skewer me with that thing of yours!"

"Them's the breaks," he chortled. But no one was unhappy as they resumed fucking in earnest.

Suzanne thought to herself, I'll let him win this one, since I'm obliged to tell them what I know sooner or later. I just won't be in any big rush about it, and save my best tricks for last. She chuckled, Not like I have any choice in the matter, the way he rigged the bet! 

Their pace slowed down even more than their second time, and Alan lasted longer still. Suzanne had given him so many handjobs, titfucks, and blowjobs in recent weeks that they didn't want to waste any of his limited seed on that. Even assfucking seemed a waste now that they could do it the best and most natural way. He simply fucked her pussy as they tried every position imaginable. 

In the rare moments they were both coherent and calm enough to carry on a conversation, he liked to tease her, saying things like, "Nice position. I can't wait to show Sis this one," or "You fuck so good. Too bad I'm going to teach all your tricks to your daughter."

But these comments weren't meant to be mean-spirited, even if there was some truth in them. The fact that Alan had so many sex partners could not be denied and it aroused them both. 

She gamely came back with her own playful jibes, mostly taunting Alan with how quickly she'd make him cum. She also liked to tease him about fucking Susan, which made him blush every time but also drove him to greater sexual arousal. 

Suzanne and Alan fucked and fucked and fucked. It seemed to Alan that his penis never left Suzanne's pussy, which was pretty much true. 

He also had several more climaxes without ejaculations. But she warned him that the technique wasn't foolproof, and eventually he came. 

Suzanne meanwhile had more orgasms in that time period than she ever thought possible. So much cum dripped out of her pussy, both his fluid and hers, that she didn't understand where it was all coming from. She didn't like to compare him to her past lovers too often, but she noted to herself that no previous lover had filled her pussy up with cum so thoroughly. 

Alan did everything he knew to keep her happy and cumming. He kissed her everywhere, licked her tits, probed her asshole, pulled on her clit, and much more. About the only thing he didn't do was lick her pussy, because his penis so rarely left it.  

After a while, he ran low on energy, but Suzanne proved to have more endurance. She got on top and rode him, doing all the work, until he thought he'd die from pleasure. Her vaginal muscles seemed to never get tired, and she showed truly impressive gymnastic skills in getting into just about any position the Kama Sutra could conjure. 

Her contortions were one more thing that left Alan thoroughly impressed and even blown away. He just tried his best to follow her instructions and go along for the wild ride. 

At one point, while he crouched on top of Suzanne's ass, driving his penis straight down into her, he commented, "Now I understand where Amy gets her cheerleader flexibility. I can't wait until I get to have a fuck session with you two sexual acrobats at the same time."

Suzanne was peeved at that. "Could you stop mentioning Amy already? Okay, so you're fucking mother and daughter. Whoop de do. Do you want some kind of medal? You're going to be waiting a long time for that combo to happen 'cos it ain't gonna happen."

He highly doubted that, the way barriers were coming down, but he diplomatically replied, "Sorry. I'll try not to mention her again at times like this. It's just that I get so excited by the both of you. I love you and I love your wonderful daughter."

Suzanne grew more contemplative. "She is wonderful, isn't she? Sweetie, I don't begrudge you for fucking us both. After all, you need a big-titted babe to slip your tree trunk into at school and other social occasions. I know the two of you are good for each other. But just don't try to get us into a threesome, okay? I find that idea... disturbing."

"Okay. Forget I mentioned it." But he thought to himself, I'll drop it for now. It's bound to happen sooner or later, though. Suzanne's in denial. But what's really amazing is that we're having this casual conversation while I rest up between torrid fucks! Suzanne's beneath me with her feet kicking in the air and my dick holding in the depths of her steamy hole, and she's telling me how she understands that I fuck her big-titted daughter too, whenever I want. That's what I call living the life of Riley! 

They changed positions again. Then again. Alan never knew there were so many possible ways to have sex. 

In a restful moment, Alan looked at Suzanne and was amazed all over again. She is sooo beautiful. Perfect body. Huge tits. Perfect face. Flawless pale white skin. The real life Jessica Rabbit. But that's not all. She's smart. Kind. Great personality. And she fucks so well! So fucking well. Is there any chink in her armor? I still can't believe I'm with this woman! What the hell is she doing with me? Why is she even in this town or this county? She should be in Hollywood or on a big yacht somewhere. She should be wherever all the perfect people go.

He felt so overwhelmed with feeling that he just had to say something. As they lay in each others' arms, with his hard penis still in her vagina but resting, he blurted out, "Suzanne, I love you."

She replied blissfully, "I love you too." 

But he insisted, "No, you don't understand. I really, really love you. I've told you I love you before, lots of times, but the way I feel right now make those feelings before look small. I can't put it into words. You mean so much to me. It's almost like you're a second Susan."

Suzanne understood how deeply Alan loved his mother Susan. Even before the sexual attraction between them started, he loved his mother with an intensity very few children ever feel. So Suzanne wasn't offended by the comparison, but was deeply touched, and took it as the highest compliment. 

She thought, To think how guilty I was feeling about sabotaging that scoutmaster's van to force Alan to stay home. That was soooo worth it! Not only was that the best fuck of my life, even if Sweetie isn't at his energy peak, but we've bonded so deeply. He says he really, really loves me! 

She kissed him like it was the last kiss she would ever take part in. Their thrusting resumed as they continued to hold a kiss for many minutes. Alan's expression of love drove Suzanne to even higher levels of enthusiasm and energy. But eventually their burst of energy ran out and they ended up with him resting his erection inside her again. 

Suzanne was lost in thoughts about love when Alan interrupted her. "Aunt Suzy? You're crying again."

Suzanne again didn't even realize it, but she felt her cheeks with her fingers and was surprised to find them quite wet. She muttered, "I am?" in a wavery voice, and then broke down all together. She fell into his arms and cried and bawled like she hadn't cried in years.

Alan held her tight and caressed her back and shoulders tenderly until she was cried out. Then, with the flood of tears now a trickle, he asked, "Was that all tears of joy again? You seemed happy but distraught too."

She wiped her face and tried to be presentable, but the tears kept coming as she spoke. "You're right. I'm happy and sad. Sad, because it hit me that no man has ever truly loved me. Guys have always been drawn to me because of my voluptuous body and my obviously sexual nature. Any love I've been given is more of an afterthought to lust than anything. Even my husband, well, let's not get into that now. He loved me, once, but never as deeply as you love me now. I've used sex as a substitute for love, I think. But I love both and want both. So this realization of how hollow everything has been for me makes me so profoundly sad." 

She continued, "But on the other hand, there's you. You loved me deeply before you even knew what sex was. I can tell that until recently my body and sexy ways meant nothing to you. You even made a point of averting your eyes when you had chances to sneak peeks."

"God, what I stupid dork I was!" Alan joked.

Suzanne playfully hit him. "But you still loved me for what I had on the inside. And now we have both! It's almost too amazing for me to believe. I've never been so happy! You're the only one for me, and probably the only man I could ever trust to truly love me." She broke down and began to cry profusely once more.

When Alan finally had a chance to speak, he said seriously, "You're right. As a growing teenaged boy I noticed your body these last couple years, but you were off limits. You were my 'Aunt Suzy' and married and everything. I consciously avoided even thinking those thoughts about you. But now it's all changed. We can have everything. Love AND making love." 

They kissed, and kept kissing.

Up until now, the fucking had been great, and unbelievably prolonged. But it had lacked a deep emotional intensity, due to Suzanne always mentally remaining somewhat in reserve so she could remain in control of herself and of the situation. 

But Alan's declaration of love changed that. Suzanne was overcome with affection, like some actress being swept off her feet in an old time movie. She wasn't good with this kind of open discussion of emotions since she was always scheming and dealing in layers of motives. So she let out her profound outpouring of emotion by putting everything she had into their seemingly endless kiss. 

Alan gave as good as he received. 

When the kiss ended, Suzanne was determined to fuck Alan even more intently and passionately than before. 

Alan had had some amazing fucks in recent weeks, but Suzanne outdid them all. He had recently been called a "sex machine" and even a "fuck god," but it was Suzanne in her frenzy of love and lust that afternoon who really deserved such high praises. She turned into a near literal fucking machine. Every move she made seem to further arouse him somehow. She especially worked hard to churn her hips in delightful ways. 

Alan, after all, was supposed to have a recovery weekend. He was still tired and his penis was only able to function at all because it had relatively light activity since the previous afternoon. 

So Suzanne took over. She'd already spent much of the afternoon riding on top of Alan, and now she stayed there. She continued thrusting him in and out of herself long after he gave up all exertion except the ability to stay erect. Her arms and legs roamed all over him like a many-tentacled octopus. Her hips undulated one way, and her vaginal muscles gripped him in another way. 

He'd never known a penis could feel such pleasure.

They fucked until Alan thought the two of them would simply drown in a lake of cum. They were slick, wet, sticky, and sweaty everywhere. But it felt great. He lost all track of time and was rendered nearly as senseless as he'd rendered Glory during their first fuck. 

Suzanne kept a close watch on the state of his penis to prevent him from cumming again. When it came time to pause, she fell onto him and drowned his face in kisses even as she tried to recover her ragged breathing.

His fourth climax with her turned out to be something of an emotional disappointment instead of a great peak, because both of them knew it meant the afternoon's fun was over. They both tried to extend every last second as he deposited his seed inside her, but there was no way to stop him from bringing the fucking to the end, despite all of Suzanne's tricks.

CHAPTER 7

They just lay there for a while. Alan had nearly drifted off. When he opened his eyes he saw Suzanne's green eyes mere inches from him. It struck him that she looked at him in the way he thought newlyweds might look at each other in bed on their honeymoon. He returned the look and found himself lost in the beauty of her eyes. All the corny poetry about eyes being shimmering pools of moonlight and the like now struck him as very real and true.

But all good things have to come to an end. Alan broke the silence by saying, "Suzanne, I love you. I just have to say it again. You're right. Just about everyone else I'm with seems like a kid compared to you. As amazing as I realize you are, I nonetheless underestimate you. You have such a great capacity for love. And unfortunately you channel that into some serious fucking."




Six Times a Day Pt. 31



"'Unfortunately?'" Suzanne was hurt.

She closed her eyes and turned away, but he held her chin and turned her face back. 

Then, stroking her cheek, he said gently, "It's only unfortunate because you're going to kill me before I turn twenty. I was right: not only should your pussy be classified as a murder weapon, your entire body is one big murder weapon. You're too beautiful to be believed. Death by fucking is going to be the way I go before too long."

She laughed and looked at him straight in the eye, no longer offended. "You're probably right. I've been holding off on fucking you despite some close calls like the Elle deception or our time standing in the ocean on that nude beach trip, because I knew that once I got started I couldn't stop. Now that we're fucking for real, I just absolutely have to do it every single day. ... Because I want to be one with my lovey-dovey little Sweetie baby Alan." 

She nuzzled his face with her nose as she said this last sentence, then they kissed again. 

The kiss was so searing that Alan was nearly inspired to go for a fifth time. Unfortunately, his penis wouldn't cooperate with his desires. 

When their lips parted, he said only half-jokingly, "You see? That's the problem. With kisses like that, how can I function? All I'll be able to do now is think about fucking you. You're turning me into a hopeless case. It feels like we fucked all afternoon."

Suzanne smiled a wry smile and pulled a watch from out of her clothes lying near the bed. "We have. Did you know it's past six o'clock already?"

Alan looked out the window blinds and noticed with great surprise that it was almost dark. "Fuck! We've been fucking for, like, three hours! That's just not possible. I mean, an overwhelming majority of that was total, full on, scream at the top of my lungs, right at the edge of total euphoria, intense, deep fucking. Delirious, incoherent babble, can't-remember-my-name fucking. No way!"

"Yes way, Sweetie. You know how to make a woman happy. I can already tell you I'll never forget this day. And to think that we can do better tomorrow, because you were pretty tired coming in here. Just wait until your penis and your body has had another very long, very restful night. You'll be the one on top of me, crying 'Ride 'em cowboy.'"

Alan frowned.

She asked, "What is it, Sweetie?"

"Well, I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to recover, because something always comes up. I certainly won't recover tonight to be in good shape for that tomorrow. You see, well, I'm not sure if you want to hear this..."

"What is it?"

"Well, I know you get upset when I mention sex and Amy, but the truth is I've already promised Amy that we'd fuck tonight. I've never fucked her before and it just wouldn't be fair to her to wait another day."

Suzanne sat back, a little miffed. "My, my. Innocent Amy. My sweet honey pie. She's finally going to lose her virginity properly." Then, with a start, she realized, "And you're going to fuck me and her for the first time on the same day! Mother and daughter, back to back! You are such a sexy devil!" 

"I thought you were upset by that kind of thing." 

"Well, I am, but mostly by thoughts of Amy and I together. As long as you keep us apart and don't make me watch, I'm okay with it. In fact, I have to admit that I'm more than a little impressed. How many guys ever get the chance to fuck a mother and daughter, and soon you'll be doing two mother and daughter pairs." 

Alan couldn't help but grin in triumph. "I know. It's kind of cool, but kind of not. I mean, how can I keep up with Amy tonight? What'll I have left after that fucking of a lifetime you just gave me? How will I be able to get myself up for a worthy performance, even a single cum? And two, I hate to be blunt, but she's never had sex before. You're like a battle-hardened crack fuck veteran, and I mean that in only a good way. I wonder if I might not be as enthusiastic with Amy as I would have been if I'd fucked her before you."

"Hmm. I see what you mean. But I'm sure you'll rise to the occasion in more ways than one. You always do. Look at it a different way. Treat her like a student instead of a teacher. And you're such a gentleman. I'm sure she'll come away very happy."  

"Perhaps, but this is why I wasn't just kidding about sharing your skills. You need to share, especially with Amy and Katherine, so things can be a little more balanced out. Katherine in particular is feeling neglected. If she knew all the things you could do, she would burn with envy." He grinned. "Plus, you have to. I made you cum in five minutes so I won the bet."

Suzanne replied, chagrined, "Hrm. What's your next bet? If you correctly guess my favorite musician then you get a fuck sandwich with Katherine on the top and me on the bottom, but if you guess incorrectly then it's a fuck sandwich with me on the top and Katherine on the bottom?"

Alan was all smiles. "Hmm... Not a bad idea. I'm afraid you're on the bottom, though, 'cos I already know your favorite musician is Mozart." 

"Drat." But as Suzanne lay there, she seriously considered the idea of sharing her skills. He's right. I've proved myself here today. Sweetie said that all the others are like kids compared to me. That was such a hard won and sweet victory, to hear that. I just have to secure my spot here on top of the pecking order and then all will be perfect. 

Now that I'm up here, I can lend a hand and raise Amy and Katherine higher too. The better they are at sex, the more that benefits me, as the situation evolves into one big, constant Plummer family orgy. I just have to make sure to stay one step ahead and not give everything away. At the very least, it'll take them years of Kegel exercises before they have the pussy control I do. 

Susan, on the other hand... Of course I have to teach her all I know, eventually, but I'm not going to be in such a big hurry about it. After all, he did say Amy and Katherine take top priority. I'm still deathly afraid that he's going to forget all about me when he starts to fuck his "mommy." If she somehow magically gained all my years of sexual experience overnight, I'd be in big trouble.

After all this thought, she answered smiling, "Of course, Sweetie, you're so right. Since you beat me in our little contest and made me cum first, I'll have to teach them. But it'll take a while. That climax without ejaculation thing especially is more of an art than anything. It requires a special touch." 

That's true enough, she thought. I don't want any more lies with my lover, my man. "But in any case, let's get our act together here. Susan will be expecting you for dinner."

Once they dressed and got in the car, Suzanne called her husband Eric on her cell phone and told him she'd be late and they should get some take out food without her. 

Alan similarly called up Susan and told her the computer shopping was taking longer than expected. 

Now that they were done, Suzanne's energy level finally crashed. As wiped out as Alan was, he was forced to drive the car back because Suzanne was in no shape to get behind the wheel. She could barely walk.

But Suzanne could still tease. She gleefully pointed out that after being gone so many hours, they of course didn't have any computer or other purchases to show for it. "I guess we'll just have to go shopping again tomorrow then, to make sure we get that computer."

"Do you mean we'll actually buy a computer, or come back here?"

"And I thought you were a smart kid. Screw computers! I know as much about them as you do. I'll buy one on Monday while you're at school so I don't miss out on any opportunities involving your penis. This sharing of you is a real drag! To think, you're going to fuck my daughter tonight and I'm hoping that you'll have something left for me tomorrow. But I love you and what you do to me so much that I don't care that much." 

He replied, trying to change the topic, "I'm so happy to have finally fucked you that I can't even express it in words. And like you, now that we've started I don't ever wanna stop. But how are we going to keep fucking and not get caught after our 'shopping' tomorrow? We can't suddenly be shopping every day of the week."

"True," Suzanne conceded. "I want to fuck every single day, but that may not be realistic in the short term. We may have to do without some days, until everything is out in the open." 

Alan nodded and pointed out, "Katherine and I don't get to do it very often either, which is a drag. Wouldn't it be great to have no secrets? Keep working on Mom's resistance."

"Okay. Sounds like you could use more rest, so a day off here and there won't kill me. But you still owe me 26 more times to make up for lost time, and the count goes up one more every day. As for your mother, believe me, I'm trying!"

She considered proving how much she was working on Susan by telling him about how the psychologist session with Xania was faked, but she just didn't have the energy for it. She knew he'd have to learn the truth about that sooner or later, though. It was dangerous to keep too many secrets and that one wasn't a very important one. 

She began to drift off as Alan drove the car down the highway, but then came alert with a sudden start. "Sweetie? Can you promise me one thing?"

"What's that?"

"You know what you were saying earlier about tying me up while you fuck my daughter tonight. You were just fantasizing, right? You're not going to actually do that."

Alan looked over at her and considered. He'd already forgotten about it and hadn't been planning on it, but on the other hand the idea did have a strong appeal. "Of course I won't. Don't worry. Not unless you want to."

"Well, I don't. You know my feelings on that so I won't belabor the point. And please. Treat her gently tonight. I'm counting on you to be the loving gentleman Alan with her and not this new aggressive Alan. She's so innocent and impressionable."

"Don't worry. You can count on me."

Reassured, Suzanne smiled and drifted off to sleep.

That left Alan alone with his thoughts as he struggled to stay awake long enough to make the drive home. Just think. As soon as I get home, I'm going to have a late supper, and then it's on to a date with Amy. More fucking to follow! With the bountiful and loving Amy, no less. Then I've promised Katherine we can fuck again as soon as Saturday is over and our grounding punishment is done. I wouldn't be surprised if she attacks me the instant the clock strikes midnight. Then Suzanne wants another session just like this one tomorrow, which in and of itself will totally destroy my penis and energy. And my mom clearly wants her ass fucked so bad that I would be a bad son not to neglect that any longer. At least I think she does. Sometimes I have a hard time understanding my "new" mom. 

And then there's Glory! If she knows I've stayed home all weekend and didn't call her, she's going to be pissed. And she will learn the hiking trip was canceled soon, and I don't want to lie to her about it anyways. If I'm a good guy, I should go to the beach with her tomorrow or something.

And that's just for starters. There are always surprises, like the surprise Akami visit. For all I know, Heather could crawl into my window at three in the morning and demand that I stop neglecting her and fuck her there and then. I'm literally drowning in beautiful, naked female bodies. It's really not fair for me to have so many beauties if I can't put in the time and emotion they deserve. I have to focus on just the ones who mean the most to me.

How can I manage it all? Suzanne alone is more than just about any guy can handle. She's a human dynamo, a sex tornado. ... I've got to figure out some kind of system to deal with all of these women without literally getting fucked to death! I'm loving it too much to stop or even slow down, that's for sure. I mean, fucking Suzanne turned into a totally transcendent bonding experience there at the end. Nothing else matters, compared to doing something like that. 

The ironic thing is, this is the weekend I'm supposed to be resting!

CHAPTER 8 

Alan and Suzanne tried to hurry back from their afternoon fucking session, but thanks to rush hour traffic they didn't return until about 7:30. It was a long ride back from their hotel, but that turned out to be a good thing as it gave both of them a chance to recover. Between the ride and the showers they took before leaving the hotel, their freshly fucked looks had faded and they almost appeared normal. But inside they were bereft of energy. 

Suzanne joked as she got out of the car in front of her house, "Look at me trying to walk. I look like I've been riding a horse all day long. And to be honest, that's just about accurate, my horse-hung Sweetie. I'm going to have to hide out at my house for a while or else your mother will suspect what we've done. And if by some odd chance my husband or son is around to see me walk, I'll have to pretend I'm ill." 

It was true - when she got out of the car, she walked slightly bow-legged just as if she'd been on a horse. She could almost still feel Alan's penis filling her deep inside her as she shuffled along.

Alan walked Suzanne to her front door. They wanted to share an intimate goodbye kiss, signifying their new level of intimacy. But, standing outside, there was no telling who might be watching; for all they knew maybe even Suzanne's husband or son could be watching somehow. 

So instead, Suzanne held Alan's hand and gave him a look so intense it nearly bowled him over. She was trying for loving and affectionate, but it came out more smolderingly "fuck me hard right here on the front lawn" sexy than anything. That was typical Suzanne - she radiated sex without trying and she was hardly able to turn it off on the rare times that she wanted to.

They left without parting words because no words could begin to express the feelings they had for each other. 

Alan walked one house over to his own home and went inside.

As soon as he walked in the door, Susan rushed at him and kissed him passionately on the lips for many minutes, as if he'd been gone for weeks. 

"We've missed you!" she said between kisses. "You don't know how boring it's been here." She still wore the T-shirt with the hole designed to make her boobs stick straight out. 

Alan didn't need to be told that was an invitation to fondle his mother's hefty jugs to his heart's desire. He was tired, and his penis was on the verge of pain from experiencing so much friction. He was amused at being handed off from Suzanne to Susan with hardly a minute's pause between them. But seeing his mother like that was an irresistible temptation. He locked lips with her some more, and meanwhile grabbed her ass with one hand and a tit with the other. When he stuck a finger into her anus, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she slipped out of his arms and fell to the floor. 

That stopped them temporarily, and Susan caught her breath.

"Wow, that's some greeting!" Susan exclaimed once she recovered. At the same time, she casually pulled Alan's shorts down his legs without even asking. She gushed, "It's like you're coming home and immediately showing me that you're the man of the house. It's like you walk in the door and say, 'These tits, these lips, this ass, it's all mine and mine alone.' If Ron kissed me like that when he came home, he wouldn't have his wife stolen away by his own son! Phew! I wish you two would go shopping for computers more often, if you're going to come back like that."

From behind, Katherine said, "So do we, don't we?" 

Alan and Susan turned in surprise to see Katherine there. Actually, it wasn't really that much of a surprise - it was getting pretty common to have someone or another walk in on these kinds of situations. 

In fact, Susan complained, "Angel, would you quit sneaking up like that? Why not just announce yourself from afar first if I'm engaging in some intimate matters here with my Tiger?" Although Susan griped, the intrusion didn't reduce her determination to play with her son. She reached out and fondled his still flaccid penis.

Katherine suggested, "But it's much more fun this way, isn't it? What do you think, Amy?"

Alan and Susan jumped a bit in surprise and scanned the room. Sure enough, Amy was walking down the stairs to the living room and soon stood just behind Katherine. Son and mother relaxed to see it was only Amy after all. Susan might have pulled her hand from her son's dick in surprise, but once she got her hands on it, there wasn't much short of a direct tornado hit on the house that would cause her to let go. 

Amy answered with a beaming smile, "I think it's fun to give surprises. Like playing hide and seek!"

Susan responded, rolling her eyes, "You two. I thought you were going to stay in Katherine's room. I thought I overheard you mentioning something about checking for bumps. I suppose you're going to demand your welcome back home kiss from Alan, too." She was more suggesting that protesting. Alan's penis was still half-hard at best, and she secretly hoped some enthusiastic greetings might improve its condition. 

"M'kay!" Amy enthused, while Katherine simultaneously said, "Yep!" They crossed the living room to be nearer to Alan. Amy excitedly hopped the whole way, as if she were a giant bunny. She did it just for the fun of it.

Alan commanded the group in a serious voice, "Ladies. All of you. Shirts off, please. Now."

That was a very popular thing to say. Amy's eyes twinkled with delight. Susan nearly swooned as she fell back in line with the other two. 

Katherine faked a dramatic swoon and said, "Look who's all in charge of his girls! He doesn't even give a reason. He just demands action from his stacked bitches! Mom, you're so right about him taking his natural place as the man of the house." She yanked her T-shirt off over her head in one fluid movement. 

The others did the same along with her. Suddenly there were three sets of large breasts bouncing in front of one extremely happy teenaged boy.

Alan thought to himself, There's a sight that will stay burned in my memory forever. Wow. Six glorious tits all side by side, full of bouncy goodness. Talk about a good day!

But he tried to act nonchalant, and even complained, "I don't need to remind you: no use of the B-word around here. I respect all three of you too much to allow that kind of language."

Katherine pretended to be clueless. "The B-word? Do you mean the word 'big', as in 'Big Crowbar Brother?'" She giggled. "Or do you mean 'beg' as in 'Can I beg for permission to suck your cock a little bit?' Or could you mean 'bang,' as in 'It's about time I bang my little sister?'"

Amy added, "I think he means 'boink,' as in "Tonight I'm going to boink my official girlfriend."

Susan was back on her knees in front of him. She surprisingly played along and suggested, "Why don't you girls, who are not his bitches, take turns giving him some big juicy kisses? Meanwhile, this mommy, who is also not one of his many big-titted bitches, will happily beg that she'll be allowed to suck at this funny noodle dangling between his legs!" 

She eyed his dick again, sticking straight out through his fly, and was pleased to discover that it had nearly reached its full hardness. She had no idea what a great feat of stamina that was, considering the way he'd been secretly fucking Suzanne all afternoon.

Katherine giggled. "Why, my mother, who is also not a fellow perpetual horny cum-slut, this non-whore for my brother's dick will be happy to settle with exploring his mouth with my tongue for a while. Even if I have to share." She walked close, ostentatiously puckered her lips, and made to kiss him.




Six Times a Day Pt. 32



Part 32: Hanging on the Telephone

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Sunday, Nov. 17) 

When Alan woke up again late Sunday morning, he again marveled at the incredible luck and joy the world had brought him. Finally! Sex with Suzanne AND Amy! And on the same day, too. There's something so deliciously naughty about fucking a mother and daughter. That's what I call a day well spent. But today's a new day, and I'm going to take it easy.

He looked around, and to his surprise Amy was nowhere to be seen. He looked at the clock by his bedside. It read 10:30. He checked his bed sheets; they were sticky. So I'm not dreaming, he thought. The sheets smell like Amy. And Miss Pussy, too, heh-heh. God, I love her. Them, heh-heh-heh. Maybe she's downstairs. If I'm going to cum a few times today, I can hardly think of a better way than a morning penis squeeze in her tight cunt.

He slipped on a robe and wandered around the house, but there was no sign of Amy. Unbeknownst to him, about an hour earlier Amy had woken up and gone looking for food, but found Susan in the kitchen instead. Susan was feeling horrible from sleeping poorly and with some justification blamed Amy and her loud, piercing screams. She was in a rare bad mood, and had stared daggers at Amy. 

Amy was so shocked at the ill will coming from the normally perpetually kind and loving Susan that she practically fled the house. That in turn made Susan feel guilty and she went to church a short time later.

Alan was eating cereal when Katherine wandered into the kitchen. She was groggy from a poor night of sleep too, but at least she'd been able to sleep in some. She was wearing some casual around-the-house clothes. 

She brightened up when she saw Alan. "Morning, Big Telephone Pole Bro." Imitating Humphrey Bogart's voice, she winked and said, "Looks like it's just you and me, kid." 

Alan laughed and said, "I think it's a safe bet Bogart never addressed anyone as 'Big Telephone Pole Bro.' Where's Mom? Or Amy?"

"Church, I assume. Mom's not in her bedroom - I peeked in. And you know the Pestridges go to church sometimes, too. It's Sunday. Remember?"

"Oh yeah."

She was feeling regretful she hadn't tried to wear something sexy. "Which reminds me of recent sermon about the joys of brotherly love. Please hurry up with your bowl of Cheerios."

"Why?"

"Because Sunday means your insanely aggravating ban on fucking me in the house is finally over. You haven't fucked me since Friday with Xania, and that was an all too rare exception lately. I think you have some 'brotherly love' that needs sharing, if you know what I mean. I want you to give me some of what Amy got last night." She poked him in the chest repeatedly, but in a loving and playful way.

Alan was certainly amenable to the idea, as he'd just been looking for Amy to fuck, and he did feel it had been too long with Katherine too. But he continued to eat his cereal. He only said, "Hmm."

"Hmm? What does that mean?"

"You know I'm pretty gross. I really should take a shower first."

Katherine giggled, relieved at his agreeing. "Not a problem, Big Table Leg Brother. Why, I think I just might want to take a shower at the same time, and even in the same spot!"

"Fancy that," he replied grinning. "What are the odds?"

Just then, the telephone rang. There was a cordless receiver a few feet from where Alan sat, so he stood and picked it up. "Hello?"

To his surprise, the "hello" in reply came from his teacher Glory.

He replied tentatively. "Glory? What a pleasant surprise. What are you calling- Hey, I didn't even know you had my number."

"Sorry," Glory said while nervously twirling the phone cord. She was pacing her bedroom, and had red eyes from crying. "You know I'm good at getting information. Don't you think that, given the way we know each other, we should have each other's phone number?" Her voice sounded edgy and needy.

"Well, sure. I'm just surprised, is all. I mean, I thought we needed to be careful about the whole teacher and student outside of school thing."

Katherine listened intently. She put two and two together from his mention of "Glory" and "teacher" and wiggled her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive Groucho Marx style.

"You're right," Glory conceded. "But I just felt I had to call. I'm climbing up the walls. Is it okay?"

"Sure. What's wrong?" He gave up on the rest of his now-soggy cereal and carried the bowl to the kitchen sink, then headed back to sit at the dining room table.

"Alan, I'm so sorry for being needy, but I miss you. So much! I can't wait until Monday's lunch. It's just that I love you and miss you. That's all."

Alan was touched, but also a bit frightened by the situation. He thought, I just fucked Suzanne and Amy yesterday, and Katherine is literally waiting for me to hang up the phone so we can fuck. That's my own sister! Yet it sounds like Glory is angling for and needs some serious commitment. Not good. 

He said, "Glory, I'm touched. It's great to hear your voice."

"Do you miss me too? You didn't say you miss me." She sounded needy again.

"Glory, I need to be honest. I love you very much. However, you know about the situation I have with the other women. I know we agreed not to talk about it, but it's a fact. I miss you, but it sounds like you miss me much more, because you're at home alone. You're on the outs with your boyfriend. Meanwhile, I'm surrounded by love and affection and attention all the time. This house is always busy, and there's all kinds of other people in my life lately. In fact, I'm having a guest over today."

Katherine couldn't help but leap at the opening that gave her. She'd been sitting across the table from him, leaning forward, shamelessly listening in, but suddenly she dropped to the floor as if she'd fallen from her chair after leaning too far forward. 

The next thing Alan knew, her head reappeared between his legs. As he was wearing a robe, she had no trouble swallowing his penis before he even realized what was happening. He tried to stand up, but she just tugged on his robe and forced him back into his chair. 

His shaft was almost hard already in expectation of fucking her soon, so she was able to take all of his growing hardness in her throat. But within seconds it inflated to full size and she had to pull back on it a bit.

Alan slapped at her head a couple of times and tried to push her away, but she was determined. He shook a fist in the air, but her eyes were closed and didn't even witness the gesture. He couldn't say anything to Katherine, and couldn't even groan, because of the telephone in his hand.

Luckily, Glory took a few moments to digest what he had to say, so he was able to somewhat pay attention when she began to answer. "Alan, I know all that. And I made a decision to myself that I would look the other way and not challenge you about that. And I won't. I know I'm probably on a road to ruin, but I can't help myself. You make me feel too good. The way you fucked me the other day - it's all I can think about. I need you inside of me!"

It was deathly quiet in the house, so Katherine could hear every word of the phone call taking place a couple of feet above her head. She wanted to play off of the "inside of me" comment, but didn't know how. Belatedly, she raised both hands above her head, and had the index finger of one hand go into the hole created by a nearly closed fist on the other hand. It was a universal symbol of fucking. 

Then, holding his erection with both hands, she fed it into her mouth.

Alan was both annoyed and amused, as Katherine knew he would be. He was also very flustered - he was surprisingly accustomed to talking while having a woman sucking his cock these days, but he wasn't happy with it happening while he was trying to have a serious conversation.

He spoke very honestly. "Glory, we really need to make things clear. You have to fully understand that I have drunk too deeply from the joys of having many females pleasure me. I can never be a one woman guy again, not as long as there are so many beautiful women willing to please me. But, that said, I'm really committed to you. I love you, and hope you can be a part of my life. But only if you can understand my unique situation, and make peace with it."

"Oh, I'll live with it. I'm yours, Alan. Totally. I'm head over heels. I'll do anything for you. I'm basically at your mercy. I just hope you treat me with dignity and don't break my heart, because I've given you my heart on a platter to do with it what you will."

Katherine was happily bobbing away in Alan's lap, seemingly oblivious to the seriousness of the conversation despite closely listening. Alan had "resigned himself" to the cocksucking and now tenderly stroked his sister's long, dark brown hair. 

It was exceedingly difficult for him not to groan though, especially when hearing Glory call herself a slave at the same time that Katherine's tongue focused on the sensitive spot just under his penis head. 

Luckily, Alan had gotten talented at talking coherently while being blown. "Glory, I'm just a kid. I don't know much about romance. But I promise I'll do my best. I think the key is to make you fully realize the uh, polyamorous nature of things here. You know, we're a very monogamous society, but in other societies it's different. Look at the Muslims with one guy having four wives. And if he's a good husband, he loves them all."

"I know," Glory conceded. "And to be honest, even while what you do kills me, it turns me on. I mean, you're eighteen, and you rule the school like you have your own harem! I've been wearing my dildo out all weekend, thinking crazy thoughts about you!"

Alan thought, There's that "harem" word again. As if! Although, lately... 

She paused, as if afraid to say more, and then continued, "I shouldn't say this, but your sexual potency is such a turn on. I loved you before, but the way you fucked me the other day, it was like a spiritual experience. If you can fuck everyone that well, it's almost like you DESERVE to have as many partners as you want, to share the joy. But then when I think of an actual real flesh and blood woman with you, and think specific names, I get so torn up with jealousy."

Alan thought while looking down at his sister's bobbing head, She sounds just like how Sis was, with the jealousy and everything. It's almost spooky. Then an inspired idea hit him. "Glory, you've never seen me with another girl. I think you may need to see that, to come to grips with this multiple partner thing. You need to fully understand I can love you and someone like my girlfriend Amy at the same time."

"I know. I know. But I'm not ready for that. This whole conversation is so painful for me."

"Okay, well then, imagine that I'm with someone else right now. Imagine that a beautiful girl is sucking my cock even as we speak." This was his inspired idea, as he'd already guessed what her first response would be. 

Katherine was impressed at how he'd fit reality to the phone conversation. She stopped sucking and raised her head just to see the expression on her brother's face. He looked down and silently mouthed that she should stop, but both of them knew he was just going through the motions. She returned her head between his legs, and resumed licking.

"I don't know..." Glory replied uncertainly.

"Just go with it," Alan suggested confidently. "Picture a strange pair of lips wrapped around my penis. They're moving up and down. Pre-cum is constantly dribbling out of my dick and into her throat. She loves the taste and gurgles with delight whenever more of the tasty treats hit her tongue. But her tongue is busy. Very busy. Even as my penis head periodically hits the back of her throat, her tongue wraps around it like an anaconda snake. Her tongue is relentless. It's everywhere at once. Between her tongue and her lips, I can't hold out for long. But all the while, I'm standing here calmly talking to you."

Needless to say, Katherine continued to listen intently, and tried as best she could to do exactly what Alan said. She was delighted. 

Glory was silent on the line for a few moments. Then she said, "Well, I guess, if you put it that way, I have to admit the idea is pretty exciting. But only because I'm imagining that it's my mouth being filled."

"Well, imagine it's your mouth, then. But it's not. It's a strange girl's mouth."

Glory couldn't help hide her excitement. Normally she wouldn't have felt that way, but she was beside herself with lusty desire before she even called. She asked, "What does she look like?"

Alan answered almost tauntingly, "Well, I hardly ever see her face, because her nose is always buried in my pubic hair. But she's got the biggest, beautiful brown eyes. When she gives me that puppy dog look, I totally melt. She's tall, nicely tanned, and my age. She's a teenage love machine. I love her. ... What else? She's got long amber hair." 

Alan was going to say dark brown hair, but then realized he'd been describing Katherine far too well and mentioned Amy's hair color instead. He hoped most of the above description worked for Amy too, though Amy's eyes were hazel. He continued, "She's got practically the biggest breasts in school. Just one look at her breasts and you'll want to suck on her nipples all day."

Katherine was frustrated because she wanted to do something extra special for Alan after the loving description, but she was already sucking his penis using every technique she knew. She momentarily stopped and raised her tit to his face so he could suck on a nipple. Of course, he did.

Glory said, "Maybe YOU want to suck on them, but don't expect me to." Nonetheless, she repeatedly squeezed her own tits with growing excitement. "I gotta admit, she sounds pretty gorgeous. If I didn't know better, I'd think you have Amy there." 

Alan didn't answer, mostly because his mouth was sucking on a nipple. He wondered if she could hear that through the phone.

Glory went on, "What's she doing now?" She was beginning to wonder if there really was someone there with him. 

Katherine's attentions returned to her brother's groin. 

Alan explained what his sister was doing as she did it. "Let's see. She's taken my erection completely out of her mouth, but that's probably only so she can slowly put it all the way back in. She wants me to fuck her face, but slowly. Gently." 

Katherine followed his every word, and did exactly what he said. 

It delighted Alan to no end. His panting was starting to grow louder. 

Glory said, "She may want it slowly and gently, but I don't. Fuck my face roughly! Really give it to me! Shove your man meat down my throat! Make me gag with the thickness of your massive cock!"

Alan asked, "Are you making yourself comfortable?" It was a great effort for him to keep his voice relatively calm. 

"You can say that again, young man! God, I've been on edge all weekend! This dildo has rarely been far from my hands!"

"Good. Put it in your mouth, then. I want you to imagine you have my penis in your hands. Is it like my penis?"

"The same. It was the closest one I could find. It's flesh colored and with veins and everything."

"You're talking far too clearly, Glory. You shouldn't be able to talk that well when you have a big penis filling your mouth."

He heard some rustling, and then, "Thorry." Her mouth was clearly filled with a plastic friend now. Within seconds there was the sound of slurpy moaning.

"What are you wearing, Glory?" Alan asked.

"Mmpf. Ahh... Wound the houth sthuff." In fact, she was already naked, but she didn't want to admit that. She could scarcely believe the things she was saying and doing as it was already. 

Around the house stuff, Alan translated for himself, since Glory wasn't as clear in talking and sucking at the same time as the likes of Susan. "Well, take it off. I expect my women to be naked or nearly naked at all times."

To his delighted surprise, Katherine stopped sucking and crawled out from under the table, then stood up. Alan realized that she too was heeding his call to get naked. She winked, and then pulled her T-shirt off over her head. Then she dropped her skirt. She was quick about it, and fell to her knees again. 

Glory made some rustling sounds to make it seem like she was undressing.

Alan turned the chair so she didn't need to be under the table. That way, he could see her bare backside much better. Reacting to events, he said, "The girl I'm with is taking off her clothes right now. I'm very disappointed that she was wearing clothes in the first place." 

He wanted to give Katherine a playful spank or two, but realized the slap would make too much noise and give away that he had a real partner. Instead, he laid a hand on her ass cheek and squeezed, hoping she would interpret that as a symbolic spank.

Glory said, "But how can I be naked all the time? What about when I'm teaching?"

"That doesn't concern me. You'll just have to teach in the buff from now on."

"But I won't even make it out of the parking lot before I'm gang raped!"

"That sounds like fun. Tell me what time you're arriving on Monday morning so I can videotape it." 

Of course this was just sex talk. Alan thought, Uh-oh, we're drifting into our usual role plays. I need to keep it on the strange woman giving me a blowjob idea, even though it's a bit dangerous. What if I give away that it's my own sister? He asked, "But why can I hear you so clearly?"

"Oh. Shorry. Itsh back in my mouf."

"Better. Are you on your knees, like you belong?"

"Yesh." She made more noises that clearly showed she was very aroused. But then she complained, "You thouldn't thay dat."

Alan said rather harshly, "Glory, remember, I have a real flesh and blood girl sucking my penis right now. You're just sucking plastic, imagining it's me. I love you dearly, but you have to obey. Are you going to be a good little girl and obey your teacher?" He was surprised at his own words.

"My teasher? God! Too mush!" 

Alan could hear the sound of the dildo moving faster in and out of Glory's lips. He started to pant, but still managed to say, "You didn't answer. I might have to fail you, little girl, unless you answer your teacher's questions correctly."

He heard rustling, and then, quietly in what was probably a mumble to herself, "God, thish is tho embarrashing."

"You didn't answer my question, little girl."

"Yesh! I'm on my kneesh. Naked. Shucking penish. Your penish! Mmmphf! Are you sthroking it fo me?"

"Now, now, Glory. Think this through. Someone here has their tongue on my penis. Let's call her ... Amy." 

Alan heard a stifled moan of aggravation and excitement come from Glory as soon as he mentioned that name. He had to hold Katherine's head still and squeeze his PC muscle to calm down a bit, because things were getting too exciting. It was hard to talk. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 32



But after a long pause, he managed to continue, "So of course I'm not stroking it. I literally never need to masturbate again. Remember that Amy lives next door. Her hot mother Suzanne does too. You already know about me and Suzanne, and you know what a drop dead gorgeous sex goddess she is. They practically live in this house, with their mouths around my cock at all hours of day or night! I love it when mother and daughter blow me at the same time." That hadn't happened yet, but Alan thought talking about a double blowjob would help show Glory how things were with him.

"Oh God!" Glory nearly screamed. "You're sho nashty! Ish she rearry there?"

Alan held the phone near his penis so Glory could hear the slurping sounds his sister was making. Then he brought the phone back to his ear. "What do you think? Is that someone's mouth? Or is it my hand sloshing all over a penis that's positively dripping wet with pre-cum?"

"I don't know!" Glory cried out, exasperated. She realized, correctly, that this was at least partly his payback for her "Michelle incident" with him. 

"Does it get... Just a minute." Alan was distracted because his sister was starting to make more noise. 

She was so aroused by Glory's continuing submission that she could hardly contain herself. 

Alan was getting near climax and wanted to have a break, but Katherine wouldn't stop. He stood up in an attempt to get away, but Katherine's lips remained fused to his penis. He pulled on her hair, but even that didn't slow her down. 

Then Alan had an inspiration. He traced the shape of the letter "B" on Katherine's shoulder. Then he did more letters until he finished the expression: B E Q U I E T.

Katherine quickly caught on, and wrote back on his thigh: T O O H O T. She left his penis entirely in her mouth so both hands could get busy between her legs. The only reason she wasn't loudly moaning was because her mouth was so stuffed with throbbing cock. That at least gave Alan some respite, since her attention was now divided on her pussy and his penis instead of solely on his penis. She also had some mercy and started to suck slower and gentler.

Alan returned his attention to Glory. He said, "Does it make you hot to think that I might be talking to you while a real girl sucks my cock? You can take the dildo out to answer."

There was an audible pop and then he heard Glory catch her breath. "God, yes! I know I shouldn't be saying this, but it's really turning me on! Alan, you're so mean! You know I'm too crazed with lust to think straight, and you're taking advantage. Meanie! You know just what to do with me! You make me mad with lust! Do it more! Give it to me! Everything!"

"I will," he said, still mostly calm, though the cocksucking had affected his breathing too. "Just a second, though. I have to go to the bathroom. Don't hang up."

He put the phone down, though he didn't actually have to pee. Partly it was so he could have a more sustained strategic pause, and partly it was so Katherine could get a dildo and put it in her mouth to add another layer of symmetry to their game. He stood up and she did too. He wrote across her tits: G E T D I L D O.

She winked to signal her understanding and immediately ran off. 

CHAPTER 2

Alan sat away from the phone, trying to control his breathing and his erection. He gathered his thoughts. Without the sound of Glory's ragged panting in his ear and his sister's expert cocksucking working on his mind and his libido, his gentler personality traits reasserted themselves. 

Hmm. This is kind of messed up. I'm not treating Glory very well here. She came to me all sad with her concerns and I respond by treating her roughly. For some reason the 'Bad Alan' showed up out of the blue. But maybe that isn't what she needs.

He picked up the phone. "Glory? You still there?"

"Yes. Recovering a bit."

"Good. Listen. Let's have a time out for a minute. I'm not sure I'm doing the right thing here. I'm kind of letting my penis do the thinking. Are you okay with what we're doing here?"

She replied, "Young man, I'm so worked up right now, I'll agree to most anything. You have me eating out of the palm of your hand. Literally. I'm standing here buck naked in my kitchen holding a dildo and I'm... Well, I don't want to go into it. But yeah, I'm okay with it, meaning I think I won't be mad at you when I get off the phone and calm down. I see what you're trying to do. You're getting me to really understand about your other women. And it's working. I'm so turned on thinking of you and Amy there! I don't know if she's really there or not, and frankly, I don't want to know. Let me take this one step at a time, okay?"

"Okay."

"You're teaching me a lesson and getting me off powerfully at the same time. Damn, you're clever, young man! I'm impressed. No wonder no one can resist you. To be honest, the main reason I was calling up was because I'm so horny for you that I'm going out of my mind. So phone sex is perfect. It's like you can read my thoughts! I thought maybe I could talk you into meeting later on, but this is even better, because I need relief, NOW!"

Katherine returned right then. 

Alan gave her an "are you ready to continue?" look, and when she nodded, he said to Glory, "I'm glad to hear that. Remember that I love you and respect you deep down. You're my mentor not only in school work but in life. But in sexual things you must obey me. Is that clear?"

"Yes." 

Alan noticed that her breathing immediately quickened when he demanded that she must obey. Man, what is it with women and being submissive? Even Glory is getting off on this kind of stuff! 

Glory said, "Oh, Alan! I can't get over how you're being so fucking clever here. It's like you ARE the teacher and the real teacher has to obey her student as he slowly turns her into some kind of sexual plaything. God! I can't stand it! Teach me to behave!" 

Alan was even more surprised, because he didn't think Glory would ever get this submissive. But her words only aroused him further. 

Katherine could hear what Glory was saying, and it was arousing her powerfully, too. She longed to stroke and suck his erection some more, but she waited for his signal first.

He continued, "Good. Now, I want you to take your dildo and slowly push it into your pussy." He nodded at Katherine to get back on her knees and do the same.

But Katherine misunderstood - on purpose. She had a great idea. Rather than put the dildo in, she grabbed his erection, then, standing on her toes, pushed it into her vagina while the both of them remained standing next to the kitchen counter. 

Alan was taken by complete surprise. He'd been leaning against the kitchen counter, and given that he was holding a phone receiver in one hand, he wasn't in a good position to fuck. His robe had been hanging on his shoulders precariously and finally fell off. He wrote on Katherine's shoulder: B A D G I R L.

She wrote back: B A D B A D N A U G H T Y S I S T E R. She was very frustrated that she couldn't giggle out loud or even speak freely and say all kinds of sexy things to arouse them both. He was a couple inches taller than her, but now she was held up by his stiff penis. 

While she was writing that extensive message, Glory said, "I've put it in. Now what should I do, uh... Um, given that I must obey you, what should I call you from now on?"

Alan considered. This is a perfect opportunity to have her call me Master, but I don't want her to be a slave. I like how she can be domineering at times and give my ass a good spanking. That was fun. Scary, but fun. The Glory I love is a very headstrong and independent woman. 

So he replied, "Call me one of two things: Alan, or 'young man.' I really have grown to love when you call me that."

"Okay." She sounded relieved. "You know, I used to call most any student 'young man' or 'young lady', but you're the only student I call that any more. But too much talking. I have your cock in me. What do I do now?"

Right as Glory finished saying this, Katherine finished "writing" her BAD BAD NAUGHTY SISTER message on her brother's chest. 

Alan's mind reeled. His 'Bad Alan' side again came to the fore. "No, I have my cock deep inside Amy. Remember that. In fact, since she and I are starting to fuck, let me get more comfortable here."

Glory groaned, partly in misery and partly in lust, "Oh, Alan!" 

He disengaged from his sister, and walked her to the living room with the portable phone so they could get more comfortable. He motioned for Katherine to lay down on one of the sofas, which she did. Then he lay over her. She still had her dildo in her hand, so he motioned that she should put it in her mouth. She did. 

He thought, That'll help keep her moans muffled, and keep Glory guessing if I'm alone or not. Heh-heh! I am a fucking clever bastard sometimes. I have to be careful what I say though of I could really blow it. I'm fucking AMY, not Sis! 

To Glory, he said, "That's better. Now I'm lying on top of Amy. She's grabbing my penis and pulling it into her hot snatch." 

Katherine immediately did so. She was careful not to groan or cry out.

"She's such a fresh piece of meat that I'm just going to have to play with her tits for a while, as I slowly stroke in and out. I suggest you do the same. Abuse your tits with the hand that isn't gripping the dildo."

"I'm doing it, young man. Oooh! I love calling you that more than ever before. Am I a fresh piece of meat too?"

"You know it! That's why I have you in my harem." That just spilled out of his mouth - he still didn't consider himself to actually have a harem, except when he was in an extremely aroused mood such as this one. 

He still hadn't been thrusting himself into his sister, as he'd been too busy talking and admiring the view from just above her. But now he pushed deeply into her, just after he said "harem," as if adding an exclamation point to that idea. 

Glory gasped, "You're making me crazy! Why do I like this?! I'm going to have to give you a good spanking on Monday, just to show you that I still can. You need to be taught some humility, young man."

Alan smiled. He loved her aggressive side too. "I'd like that very much." He started thrusting in and out of his sister, going slowly so he could continue to talk on the phone.

"Now what?" Glory said excitedly.

"Now I'm going to tell you more about what I'm doing to ... Amy." He thought, That was a close call. I almost called her Katherine right there! If I do that, I'll be royally fucked. Glory's impression of me that has been built up will shatter if she finds out I'm committing incest. She's very straight-laced on that kind of stuff. Dang! I hadn't truly thought how dangerous this phone call is!

But he pressed on. "Amy has big tits. Bigger than yours, I'm sorry to say. I'm playing with her nipples right now. Oooh! I think I'll bite one. Bite one of yours too, Glory."

Katherine bared her teeth in a growling expression, but she didn't make any noise. She wasn't happy with the reminder that Amy's breasts were bigger than hers, too. 

He heard the sound of biting and nibbling on Glory's end of the line, and he quickly joined in, feasting on his sister's very real nipples while Glory worked on her own. There was nipple fun on both sides of the phone line for a brief while. 

Glory finally replied, "Okay, now what?"

"Of course, I haven't stopped this slow fuck." That was true, although his penis wasn't thrusting much. "Have you kept working your dildo?"

"Yes, but it's a fast fuck now!"

"Slow it down." Ironically, he started to thrust in and out of Katherine faster as he said that.

"I'm trying..." 

"Try harder!"

"NO! It's too good! Wait. I think I'm going to climax. Wait... Yes! Oh, dear Jesus! AIEEEE!!!"

Alan found himself fucking his sister even faster. His tit focus drifted away as he grabbed onto her and held tight while the fucking heated up. 

Her hips gave as good as they received, yet the two of them were surprisingly quiet, as Katherine knew of his desire to leave Glory guessing and did her best to help stay mum.

Glory came back on the phone. "Sorry, Alan. I got a little carried away there."

"No problem. This is all about getting lots of good climaxes. But next time, time it with me, okay?"

"Okay."

"I'm gonna stop talking for a bit. Orgasm coming up here. Hold on. I have to do some intense plowing for a while." Alan put the phone down and threw all his energy into pounding his sister's pussy, hard and fast.

As they built up and built up, Alan looked down at his sister's face and saw that she was seriously suffering from not being able to moan out loud. 

Even though he'd put the phone down, he'd put it down near his head and he could still hear Glory ask very quizzically, "What are you doing there?! It sounds just like, well, fucking!" 

He thought, Glory's gonna know for sure I'm with someone, whether she wants to or not. Sis is about to blow and she's biting her lip not to scream. Then another idea hit him, and he spoke towards the phone. "Glory, please go put some music on. Something driving and sexy. Now, please!"

"Yes! Just a minute!"

Alan heard the sound of Glory's footsteps run off, so muffled the receiver with his hand and then he whispered to Katherine, "Hold out until the music, then you can moan a bit, okay?"

"Okay. I love you, Big B-"

"Sssh!" He knew it would be really bad for Glory to hear "brother."

Glory quickly returned to the phone, and said, "Something you said earlier made me think of this." 

Alan heard a song begin. He commanded, "Play it loud. Then keep fucking yourself." He grabbed the dildo in Katherine's mouth and began fucking her mouth with it.

Over a driving beat and a killer riff, not to mention the sound of Glory and Katherine both increasingly breathing heavily, Alan heard the lyrics:

I'm a monster, got a revved up teenage head

Teenage monster, California born and bred

Half a boy and half a man, I'm half at sea and half on land, oh my

Bye-bye

Got a woman, she's my hopped up high school queen

She's my woman, she's a teenage love machine

She knows how to turn me on and get me high and get it on and on

Yeah she does

Then an instrumental break came on. Alan exclaimed, "Glory, that is the coolest song! 'She's a teenage love machine' - yes! What is it?"

"I knew you'd like it. It's called 'Teenage Head' by the Flamin' Groovies. They're a sixties group."

"'Teenage Head?' Awesome title." He fucked to the beat as the song continued, something he'd never done before. The song was short, and when it ended he demanded that Glory play it again, which she did.

Alan started to cum before the song finished playing for the second time. The sexual feeling roaring through him was just too powerful and pleasurable to resist. 

Katherine started cumming too, in perfect time to his rising climax. Though she moaned some, it was all she could do not to scream at the top of her lungs, especially since Alan was still fucking her mouth with the dildo in perfect time to his hip thrusts.

Still, she made enough noise that Glory cried out, "Oh my God, there's no doubt! There really is a girl there! Oh Amy, you lucky girl!" 

As Alan began to shoot into his sister, he realized that it was desperately important he keep his senses about him. He could see Katherine was going to completely lose it any second, and if she did, there was no way she could keep even relatively silent. If she yelled, it was possible Glory could recognize her voice. So he shouted into the phone, "Crashing! Gotta go! Call you back!" Then he let go of the dildo and hit the button on the receiver to disconnect the call.

The very second the line went dead, Katherine saw it was safe and let out a roar, a never-ending primal scream. 

Alan did too. His ropes continued to shoot into her for some time. It seemed like he was emptying his entire being into her. Far from going soft, his erection kept throbbing and pulsing, encased in her tight sheath. 

The two of them spiraled higher and higher in a never-ending climax of pure ecstasy. 

But all things have to come to an end eventually. They kissed with a passion until their energy slowly petered out.

Alan was the first to speak. "Sis, you're such an evil fucker!"

She laughed. "I was about to say the same thing about you! You and Glory, huh? That's so hot." She affectionately wrote on his shoulder: S O H O T. She enjoyed the writing on skin, and knew she was going to do it a lot in the future, even when they could freely talk.

"Very cute, evil sister. But that song. I love that song, don't you? Giving teenage head, California born and bred. It's like it was written to be your theme song."

"Yeah, it's pretty cool."

"I want to fuck to that a lot."

"Me too." She put on a fake pout. "Except it doesn't mention enough about brother-fucking." She grinned. "In fact, it hardly mentions it at all."

He didn't reply to that, except to make an exasperated face. 

So she said, "I gotta say, I'm so impressed. You totally nailed Glory, at the same time you were nailing me, no less. She's totally under your thumb now. I can't wait to tell everyone else. They're going to be even hotter for you than before!"

Alan mock-sighed. "Just what I need. Anyway, I have serious feelings for Glory. I don't just want her as some kind of sex toy."

"Yeah, but you have to admit the sex toy part ain't too shabby. How many guys get to add a scorching hot teacher to their harems?"

"I do NOT have a harem already!"

"Yeah, right," Katherine snickered. 

They lay there a while. They kissed and cuddled. Still harping on the harem theme, Katherine whistled the "I Dream of Jeanie" song while Alan sought out and ran his fingers through the beads of sweat on her skin. 

Eventually, Katherine said, "You're not going to neglect me any more, now that this grounding is over, are you?"

Alan thought about that. On one hand, he had resolved to himself the night before not make more commitments, but on the other hand, he really wanted to please his sister, and felt bad that she had mostly fallen off his radar screen over the past week. So he said honestly, "I can't make more promises at the moment, but I know how you feel and I'm trying to do better. One promise I already made was that I'll fuck you twice for each time I fuck Amy. Since she and I did it twice last night, and I did it with you twice in the last couple of days, I owe you two more times."

Katherine thrust a victory fist into the air from where she lay. "Yes! I like the sound of THAT! If you're too pooped out later today, tomorrow afternoon will do nicely to get evened up and then some. You know, our Service Alan Club over at Kim's house."

Alan was confused for a bit, but then remembered the "S-Club" meetings they'd done every Monday and Thursday until their mutual grounding began. If nothing else, he loved the Service Alan Club name. "Oh yeah. I guess we should start that up again."

"You guess? Just guess?! It's like a God-damn fucking club with the sole purpose of having sex with you! Jesus Christ, you spoiled brat. Besides, if you think I feel neglected, what about Kim? She's totally pining for your cock and hasn't had it, for like, ages!"

Alan thought, This isn't good. I don't really have an emotional attachment to Kim, even though she was the second girl I fucked. Fuck her to be polite? That's crazy. I should set her up with someone so I can focus more on the women I really love. 

He thought about what to do with Kim for a minute, and came up with an idea that he really liked. He decided to mull it over more later.

Then he looked at the clock and announced, "Church should be over soon. We still have to hide our activities from Mom, or we'll just be hit with a bigger and badder punishment this time. Probably a grounding to last a lifetime. Come on. Let's get up and get cleaned up."




Six Times a Day Pt. 32



"M'kay. Since you're calling me Amy today, I get to say 'm'kay.' Why don't we take that shower together now?"

"You're incorrigible, do you know that?" But despite his protests, they went off to shower together. He actually loved sex much more than he let on with his words. He figured that if she was so eager, he had to play the role of the reticent one.

CHAPTER 3 

Alan and Katherine headed to Susan's shower off of the house's master bedroom, because it was much larger. As Katherine turned on the water, she said, "You know, Big Lamp Post Brother, that Glory Rhymer woman sounds like one hot number."

"She is," he agreed, picking up a bar of soap. "You should see what she can do with her tongue, for starters."

"Seems like she has the right attitude, too." Katherine had her own bar of soap, and began washing Alan's back. The master bedroom bathtub was so big that they were able to sit in the middle and neither of them touched any side.

"What's that mean?" He turned to the fronts, so she could wash his chest while he'd have access to hers.

"She understands your natural superiority and her proper role as one of your fuck toys in your harem. Though we all know who your number one fuck toy is."

But Alan complained, "No, that's not true. Seriously." Then, with a smile, he corrected, "Except for the number one fuck toy part." 

She winked. "You, smartie, you. How is it you always know just what to say?" 

Then, pulling his arms back down, she complained, "Let me take care of you only. I have an idea here." She turned off the water and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. She lathered up most of her front side, and rubbed herself all over a still sitting Alan. The shampoo turned very sudsy quickly - it was as if they were in a bubble bath.

Recalling the oily adventure with Susan and Amy from the day before, she asked, "So, which do you prefer, an oily tit rub or a sudsy tit rub?"

Alan seriously considered that for a moment, then answered jokingly yet honestly, "I think I'm just pro-tit rub, all around." 

She began rubbing her tits against his chest, but put her whole body into it.

Everything she did was so sexy that he found his penis rising again. But he tried to remain serious and calm. "As far as what Glory was saying on the phone, that's just sexy talk at the height of passion. She's really quite independent-minded." He thought back to the near-traumatic spanking Glory gave him during the "Michelle incident."

"I know what she's like, normally. After all, she teaches one of my classes too. But that was before she found herself hopelessly addicted to your cock. Believe you me, I know the feeling. I used to be fairly normal, too." 

She giggled. Her hefty tits and one hand continued to rub all over his sudsy front, but her other hand snaked down and began jacking him off. The shampoo made such a good lather that his long erection already couldn't even be seen in all the suds.

Alan commented dryly, "I was wondering how many seconds you'd take before you started washing that particular area."

She giggled, "I held out as long as I could!" As she soaped his shaft it finally reached its full length. "Bro, Big Scuba Snorkel Brother, I got so excited hearing you refer to your harem, even if you only say it's sexy talk. You're starting to realize you have a harem, deep down, even if you deny it. Of course you deny, because you're so naturally modest, and that's one thing we love about you. But we all know better, don't we? The only question for me is, how long will it take for you to properly learn how to treat your fuck toys?"

"Properly treat? What do you mean? How would you treat them, if you were in my shoes?" He quickly corrected himself, "Assuming that I have a harem, which I don't."

Katherine giggled. "Yeah. Right." She now used both hands on his penis while her tits continued to act like sponges on his chest. "If I were in your shoes? I'm not sure what I'd do, because I'm not naturally dominant like you. I was born to serve." 

"Oh, come on. You're so not 'born to serve.' You're just having fun with all this. You're not at all like, say, Mom. She's totally into that serving kind of stuff. Whereas getting you to do something like wash the dishes is as easy as juggling eight balls in the air."

She smirked. "Juggling balls? I'll give you juggling balls." She dropped a sudsy hand down to his balls and began squeezing them in slightly painful but oh-so-pleasurable ways. "But really! God gave me this body so I could spend the rest of my life sexually serving my favorite brother, and that's a fact." 

Alan rolled his eyes with disbelief, but secretly he was pleased.

She continued, "But if you twisted my arm, I think the first thing I'd do is line up all my bitches." 

He shot her an evil eye over the use of the B-word. 

"My sexual servants, I mean. I would get them all to oil up, so they were shiny and slippery. Kind of like me, right now. I really dig that oil thing we did." 

Indeed, she was glistening with remnants of the shower water running down her tanned skin. "And totally naked, of course. Then I'd have all of them get on all fours. By all of them, you'd want me, Mom, Amy, Suzanne, Glory, Brenda, Akami, and Heather, at the very least. Eight should be good for starters, though of course we all need to help bring you new, fresh cunt whenever you want it." 

As she said this, she also got on all fours between his knees. She kept her mouth so close to Alan's penis that she could breathe on it, but for once she didn't devour it, since it was so thoroughly covered with the shampoo suds. She worked on blowing the suds off when she wasn't talking. "Too bad you couldn't include Xania. She's waaaaay Alan-worthy, and so few women have the tits and ass to even begin to qualify. Am I missing anyone important?"

"No, I guess not." Alan was already flexing his PC muscle as much as he could to stave off a climax due to Katherine's words and actions, especially the way she was blowing air on his penis head. The only thing helping him out was that he'd just climaxed a short time before. But he was a good sexual multi-tasker and soaped any part of his sister's body within reach. He didn't like getting something without reciprocating.

"Anyway, you'd order all of us to line up butt to butt in a long line. Then you'd walk up and down the line behind them, as if on a military inspection, with a whip in your hand. Nobody would know what you'd do next. Or who you'd do, heh-heh. One minute you'd be fucking, say, me. The next minute you'd reach over and stick a finger up Brenda's ass. Then suddenly you'd stop and fuck Glory up the butt while spanking Akami's butt right next to her. We'd all be moaning like bitches in heat, begging to be touched in very private places or roughly taken by surprise with your manly tool. ... Oooh! Idea! Actually it would be better if we were all blindfolded too, so we would feel even more vulnerable."

Katherine let Alan ponder that for a minute. She got up and turned the shower back on. She switched it to the nozzle function and then took the nozzle in hand and began washing Alan's crotch clean of suds. She longed for some cocksucking and was getting annoyed at the soapy suds in her way.

Alan found his sister's fantasy incredibly arousing. "And then? What about the whip? I don't like whips. That's too mean."

"Oh, it wouldn't be a big, harsh whip. You can get all kinds, you know. But it would be a long one. So even while you're fucking a girl on one end of the line, you could snap the whip on the one on the far end. So you could punish anyone from anywhere."

"Punish them for what?" 

"Punish them for insolence, of course. It's a never ending problem with sex slaves, and I should know, since I'm one. We get so uppity, like demanding to be fucked when it's not our turn." 

Katherine was back on all fours now, and ready to lick. But she couldn't hold her brother's penis in place since her hands were holding her up. Alan held his penis with one hand so she could punctuate her words with licks without it bouncing away. The shower water now rained down on both of them, washing more of the suds away. 

"But I like what you call uppitiness. Who would want a zombie who mindlessly agreed to every command? That would get boring really fast."

"I know. I agree. That's why you'll never stop punishing us. It's a constant game to see just how much you'll let us get away with. So much fun! You'd never stop whipping us, and spanking, and fucking!" As soon as those last words left her lips, she took her brother's shaft deep in her mouth.

He listened to the sounds her slurping for a few moments. Then he said, "You have a very strange idea of fun. So is that the end of your fantasy?" He guessed it was because of the way her mouth was now fully occupied with sucking instead of talking.

But she took the penis out after a few sucks, excited to elaborate on her idea. "No. Of course not. It goes on forever and ever. With your eight slaves all in a line, you could do so much!" Her eyes sparkled with desire. "Next, you give us all dildos. Big, powerful dildos, the kind with the clit stimulators too. Ass dildos, on top of it. We'd squeal in glee as we filled every possible hole with plastic cock. Then we'd all try to stay on all fours in line, but it would be too much. Soon, each and every one of us would be on the floor, writhing like an epileptic having a seizure." 

Still on all fours, she began wiggling from side to side, and front to back. She kept her mouth less than an inch from the tip of Alan's penis, so every breath she took aroused him more. 

She continued in a deliberately breathy voice, "You'd try to whip us into order, even whipping directly on our tits and cunts... especially that, heh-heh! But it wouldn't do much good. We're all too insolent and horny! We need a good fucking; that's why we're your slaves. Only you can fuck us like our cunts demand to be fucked and temporarily satiate our need." 

She went on excitedly, panting on his penis head, "So every now and then you'd pop out a dildo and replace it with your honest-to-God real penis. The unlucky ones not chosen for special treatment would start sexually attacking each other, because it would be a sexual feeding frenzy by now. Feeding frenzy! There would be so much licking and fucking and sucking and dildo-thrusting and moaning and screaming that even the dead men in local cemeteries would get massive hard-ons. You'd fuck us all like a wild animal! And that would only be the first hour of your total control over all of us."

Alan found himself quite attracted to her fantasy, and realized it was at least remotely possible that it could come to be someday, if he wanted it. The fantasy stood out as clearly as if it existed right in front of him. He was imagined a line of butts running all around the living room. In his daydream, he fucked Katherine while fingering Suzanne's pussy on one side and Glory's anus on the other. 

The idea nearly made him physically dizzy. He could almost smell the sweat and variety of pussy aromas, and hear the screams and moans of many sexy women. Their voices melded into one constant hum of pure sexual need. Each pussy in the line was more gooey, slurpy, pungent, and dripping than the next. Of course the very real touch, smell, and sounds of Katherine on all fours with her mouth breathing on his penis did wonders to help spur his imagination.

He snapped back to reality, mostly, and pointed out an objection. "But Glory and Brenda aren't into that lesbian stuff."

Katherine snorted, "Brenda? Ha! Where have you been? She's totally into it and just says otherwise. As for Glory, I don't know her well enough to say what she's like at the moment, but she will be. She's your de facto slave, after all. If it makes you feel good, she'll do it even if she's not naturally that way, and she'll love doing it because she gets off on making you happy. At least, that's how it works, speaking for myself. I totally cream just seeing your face get ecstatic." 

She took his penis back in her mouth as soon as she stopped talking.

"Really? ... But come on, Sis. Let's get real here. A straight woman can't turn bi just to make someone happy." 

His words were interrupted by a squeal as Katherine came hard. She came despite having no hands anywhere near her crotch, since she was up on all fours. 

Alan peered down and around to see how much he'd made her leak, and to his surprise he saw a stream of liquid shooting from her pussy. "What's that?" he asked dumbly.

"Silly brother. I'm a gusher. Didn't you know that? You made me so hot that I didn't even need to touch myself down there."

Alan shook his head no while he still absorbed the fact that she could squirt her cum out just like a male. "No, I didn't. I guess you always had a hand or penis in the way." In fact, he only had a vague notion that women did that at all. 

He covered up his cluelessness by continuing, "Anyways, I was saying. This is a nice fantasy, but totally unrealistic. None of these women would call themselves slaves except for you. Not even Mom goes that far." 

"Only me? Come on! You know you're lying. I may be the most into the idea, but that's just because the ones who are most into being your slaves are the ones who know you best. I know you better than anybody so I can see what the future holds better, too. Believe me. It's filled with a long line of asses for you to fuck." 

He cut in. "Wait. I want to know: why are you so into this harem vision? Why not go for an exclusive relationship like normal people?"

"I've thought about that," she conceded. "Of course I want to be your favorite in the harem, and I don't think I can completely cure myself of jealousy. But with other women, I get some massive fringe benefits. Think of all the great lesbian sex. When you get new fuck meat, guess who else is hoping to get a taste of the new hottie? But your exploits also make me hot, somehow. It's like, my man is so potent, so virile, that it takes an entire army of improbably stacked babes to keep him satisfied. The bottom line is, I'll have a more active and fulfilling sex life than just about any other woman in this country. And all because I'm willing to share." 

"Hmm." He thought about it, and realized it made some sense. He again considered if the sex slave idea was realistic. "Okay, maybe Mom or Amy, too, but only if you talked them into it. But a couple, like Suzanne and Heather, would totally laugh at the idea. Probably more."

She talked while lightly licking. "Don't be so sure. Anyways, you've only been working on them for a few weeks. You're still melting their minds - just give it a few more fucks. And if they don't bend all the way, pick some others. Like Janice, for instance. She told me she'd be happy to be your sex slave."

"She did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

Katherine had been talking too much to continue sucking Alan's wet penis off. But rather than resuming that, she got up, wrapped her body around him, and guided his penis into her vagina. She gave him such an intense "come hither" look that he was momentarily paralyzed and unable to react. Then, suddenly laughing, she repeated, "Did too!"

"Hey! You're fucking me!"

"No I'm not. You're fucking me. It's the male who fucks and the woman who gets fucked. It's a very important distinction because it shows again how you're in total control of your cum-starved, sex-crazed slave sister. And your other slaves."

"Whatever. I don't have slaves; I'm a normal high school student. We shouldn't be doing this. This is supposed to be my day off, and Mom will be home any minute." But even as he protested, his hips pushed his penis in and out as if his lower body was controlled by someone else.

Out of the blue, she bit her lip and admitted, "Okay, maybe I made that up about Janice, but I bet she's thinking it!"

"A-ha!"

She grinned triumphantly. "A-ha yourself! I made you too horny with my little fantasy for you to stop now, and you know it. I'm so damned uppity and insolent!" She laughed gleefully.

"You are. Damn you!" But Alan was more focused on the fucking than on talking by now. With the showerhead continuing to pour water over them, they went at each other even more frantically than they did when they fucked a short while earlier. Katherine was right: Alan had been powerfully aroused by her fantasy and he fucked like he only had an hour left to live. 

Truth be told, he liked her fantasy better than most of his own, as he'd been too modest even in fantasies to envision lining up eight females and treating them that way. But he knew he'd be having fantasies like that from now on. He could feel his moral restraint slipping away, yet again.

The only sounds they made now were grunts and moans. They devoted all their energies to fucking. 

Katherine bounced up and down on Alan's lap as Alan lifted her up and then dropped her down onto his spear, over and over again.

CHAPTER 4 

A couple of minutes later both of them heard the garage door opening, announcing Susan's return from church. 

Alan was still lifting his sister up and down over his erection. "Did you hear that? We really have to stop fucking."

"Yep, we sure do," Katherine agreed. "One of these days." She giggled and kept right on with her now-expert counterthrusting.

"No, I mean right now. We can't have Mom catch us like this! She's home from CHURCH!"

"Okay. Just as soon as we hear her get to the top of the stairs."

"You see, evil Sis? You're pure evil. This is why I wouldn't allow us to fuck at home."

"Okay, okay. Geez! Fine. Let's stop then. Whatever you want, as long as you don't extend that ban."

Quite a few moments went by as they continued to fuck. 

Alan finally noted the obvious: "We're not stopping." His hips still swayed in and out of his sister as if someone else was controlling them. He contemplated simply giving up and shooting his cum into his sister, and even by thinking those thoughts he found it was starting to happen.

"You're right," Katherine giggled.

"Good God! I really CAN hear her coming up the stairs! Please stop NOW! I don't have the willpower!" He was coming extremely close to cumming now, and had to decide if he'd have enough time to do it before Susan came upstairs. He had a vision of Susan steaming while she watched her son buckling over and over as he shot his seed into his sister and he decided that he shouldn't risk it. 

With great reluctance and willpower, and more than a little bit of frantic PC muscle squeezing, he managed to stave off the imminent climax. 

Somehow, together, they managed to pull themselves apart. The sound of Susan walking down the hallway towards them gave them the proper motivation to act and act fast. But there was no time by now to get out of the shower together, especially since they were using Susan's larger bathroom. 

Katherine figured, If we're gonna get caught, I might as well have fun while it lasts. 

Alan stood to leave, but Katherine got in his way: she got down on her knees and began sucking his dick yet again.

Susan walked into her bedroom a few seconds later, still fully dressed in her church clothes. 

Alan yelled out a friendly "Hi Mom!" while he continued to try in vain to push Katherine's head away with his hands. 

She was prepared for that and latched on like a leech.

The bathroom door wasn't even closed, so Susan walked over and took a look at her children. She wasn't even particularly surprised at what she saw. "What do we have here?" she asked in a discouraged voice.

"Um, we're just helping each other shower," Alan answered lamely. There was no denying who had his penis in her mouth, but he wasn't terribly worried about it. It was one thing to be caught fucking, but now that he was able to think a bit more rationally, he realized Susan really couldn't complain about this.




Six Times a Day Pt. 32



Susan put her hands on her hips, slightly miffed. "I can see that. Looks like some people, and especially some body parts, are getting much more help than others." Her eyes were fastened on Katherine's bobbing head.

"Yeah, well, you know how it goes," he replied, still awkwardly. "But really, we're washing too." He realized that he still held a bar of strawberry-scented soap in his hand, leaned down, and began scrubbing his sister's shoulders with it.

"You two," Susan tsk-tsked. "You realize I'm not in the mood? I'm not back from church five minutes and I see this kind of debauchery. I can't even sit in my own bedroom and contemplate today's excellent sermon?"

A very long pause ensued, for a minute or more. Alan had been exceedingly close to cumming before Susan came in, and now he was right back on the verge of a climax, thanks to the talented things Katherine's lips were doing, plus the fact that Susan was watching. 

Susan eyed them critically, but finally said, "I should be mad, but on reflection there's nothing to be mad about. Angel, I'm proud of you. We have a terribly cum-filled boy here and you're helping to purge him of all that nasty sperm. Thank you." 

For some reason, Alan found Susan's words too arousing to handle. He suddenly grabbed Katherine's head and gasped, "Strategic pause! Strategic pause! Quick! Pull away!"

Katherine did. 

He clutched his legs together as if trying not to pee and managed to stave off the climax yet again. The truth was he was so good at his PC muscle control he was almost always able to delay gratification if he wanted to badly enough. Physically, most any male could do it if they practiced enough. He differed from most men mainly in fully understanding that much better rewards came to those who waited and having the dedication to build up his skills.

Katherine looked up and waved. "So Mom. How was church?" She also still held a bar of soap, lemon-scented. She stood up and began scrubbing the front of Alan's thighs.

"Hi, Angel," Susan mumbled. "Pretty good." Whatever religious mood she had was rapidly being replaced by insatiable lust. Drawn like a moth to flame, she slowly made her way across her wide bedroom to the opened door of the bathroom, without even realizing what she was doing. She began peeling off layers of clothing, since, shower or no shower, she wasn't allowed to wear underwear in the house. She felt remiss for not taking them off when next to the underwear cabinet by the door.

Katherine asked her in a matter-of-fact way, "Mom, why is it that Brother always holds back from cumming? I mean, I love it, most of the time, but sometimes it's just so frustrating. I want that cum! You know what I mean?"

"I know exactly what you mean," Susan answered as she unhooked her bra. "But I have a theory that the harder you fight for the cum, the yummier the taste treat in the end." 

"Mmmm. That's true." She ran her tongue up and down his wet thighs. 

Before long, Susan stood nude. She wanted to walk to her dresser and pick out some more casual clothes to wear, but if she went to that part of the room she wouldn't be able to look into the bathroom any more and she couldn't tear her eyes away from her sudsy children. Not surprisingly, she was transfixed by the sight of Alan's insistent erection. 

Katherine continued to work on his legs in a way that caused her brother's penis to repeatedly and delightedly hit her in the face. Occasionally she stuck a tongue out at it. Susan guessed that it wouldn't be long before the tongue would gain a hold of the swinging penis and another blowjob commenced.

Time went by. The situation seemed quite awkward, as Susan remained poised on the verge of either joining or forcing them to stop. 

Alan was watching her intently. He said, while his eyes bored into her tits sitting high on her chest, "Mom, did you know, you're an affront to gravity."

That caused a chuckle from everyone, and broke the mood. Katherine slapped Alan's thigh as if peeved she was being ignored. 

He added, "Like mother, like daughter. You've raised one sexy cocksucker, Mrs. Plummer." That satisfied Katherine, and everyone was all smiles.

The next thing Susan knew, she stood at the edge of the large bathtub, within arm's reach of the penis she loved so dearly. 

Katherine stood. She rubbed the sudsy soap all over her own tits and then pressed her rack into Alan's chest. She moaned quite loudly as she "cleaned" his chest with her tits. She knew that looked like so much fun that Susan would be hard pressed to resist joining in.

Susan said quietly, "Angel, you missed a spot." She pointed at Alan's back. The next thing she knew, she was standing behind Alan in the shower, with her tits soaped up and sliding all around his muscular back. 

"So glad you could join us," Katherine giggled. "Looks like Alan is caught in another tit sandwich."

Susan's last residual resistance faded away and she laughed a good laugh. "It looks that way, doesn't it?" 

She took her glasses off, since she was in the shower and she always took them off in the shower as a matter of habit. She reached around and grabbed her son's penis, which had yet to go flaccid. "We're spoiling him something rotten. You and Amy were just doing this to him yesterday."

Katherine pointed out, "Yes, but a sandwich wet in the shower is so much better, don't you think?" But then she chided, "Now, hold on. Let's do this right. I'll take care of the front side, and you take care of his back side."

"No fair!" Susan pouted sexily, but she followed Katherine's order. Her tits continued their "cleaning."

Katherine slid down so that her own tits began pleasuring Alan's penis just as soon as Susan's hands had let go of it. She began a very slippery and sudsy titfuck. She also made the comment, "Mom, I think we've taken care of his upper body. I think his ass could use the attention of your twin tit-sponges."

"Good idea," Susan agreed. She knelt down and pressed her huge melons against his butt cheeks then began rubbing them all over. "Shoot. We're spoiling him rotten, you know." 

Alan had been quiet, enjoying the banter between the two females, but when Susan pressed a nipple up into his ass crack, he couldn't help but moan, "Niiiice."

Yet, despite all the sexy fun, something was still bothering Susan. After a few minutes of silence, she finally voiced her thoughts. "Tiger? Tell me. What was it like? You know, last night with Amy. Will that change anything?"

Alan recognized danger if he answered incorrectly. So he took his time to formulate an answer and then said, "Change anything? Absolutely not. You're still my favorite sex bomb mom and Sis is still my number one fuck toy. There's absolutely nothing to worry about."

Susan seemed a bit relieved, she still pressed, "But how was it? All that screaming. It sounded incredible. Did you like it better than anything you do with the rest of us?"

"Mom, I have to admit, it was great. But I don't want to kiss and tell beyond that. It's all great. The things you do to me can give me as much pleasure, or even more. I love you and Amy's not going to steal me away or anything like that. Don't even think it."

She continued to press, "I've heard it said that vaginal sex is the best way to drain heavy sperm-filled balls. Is that true?"

He grinned. "That may be true. She drained me pretty good. But there's only one way for you to be sure." He winked. 

Susan smiled at that. She felt like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She didn't have to worry about holding back any more. Now it was just a matter of finding the right time.

CHAPTER 5 

But as Susan returned her focus on her "tit-cleaning," she realized that she was growing increasingly annoyed at Katherine for monopolizing Alan's fat erection. She complained, "Angel, it's not fair. You get a titfuck and all I get is the ass. I've used these 'tit-sponges' to thoroughly explore every inch of my son's cute ass, and it's as clean as it'll ever get. I bet you've been yanking on that rod one way or another all morning long. Can't you share the wealth a little bit?"

Katherine peered around Alan's hip and stuck her tongue out at her mother. "Finders keepers, losers weepers."

Alan cut in. "Hey Sis, that's not a loving attitude. Why don't you two show good family spirit with a really cooperative blowjob?"

"Okay!" Katherine agreed immediately. She figured half a loaf was better than no loaf at all. 

Susan frowned. She knew this was another boundary being crossed, since she'd never shared her son's penis with her daughter before. It was like she was committing two incestuous sins at once. But she was lusting so badly to touch and taste it that she was having a hard time forming a complaint. 

Luckily, Katherine filled the silent void by adding playfully, "Alan's got so much cock that I don't know if one female mouth can handle it all."

Susan considered those words seriously and found that she agreed. It's true. It's so true! It IS too much cock for one woman. It takes a lot to pleasure him six times a day. No single woman can even come close to giving enough stimulation. As much as I'd love to suck him off over and over, even my jaw muscles have their limits. When it comes to sharing, well, I guess there's just no choice in the matter. In fact, it's a wonder this kind of sharing hasn't happened before.

But rather that reply to Katherine with words, she crawled around Alan and took her place next to her daughter between her son's legs. The two of them began slurping away as if they'd done it together many times before. 

Both of them looked each other in the eye briefly and felt a combination of shame and excitement. Susan was the most revved up, and started pumping the base of Alan's prick as well.

Alan slumped against an inner shower wall and slid down until he came to a ledge that held him up. It was just the right height. "Now we're talking! Do you realize this is the first time the two of you have shared a blowjob like this?" He turned the water off since it had been running so long that his skin was starting to shrivel up a bit. 

The two women were too busy with their mouths to reply coherently, although Susan managed a "MMMM!" Both of them licked the sides of the penis closest to them. The sensitive spot below Alan's penis head was in a neutral territory of sorts, so they traded turns stimulating that.

Susan's reticence was long gone. She looked up at Alan with a dreamy and near worshipful look in her eye. She nudged Katherine with her shoulder and said, "Look who's the man of the house now! Look where he's got us!"

Katherine stopped licking and merely jacked him off while she looked up into his eyes with that same dreamy look. "You said it, Mom! He's definitely the MAN around here! I wonder what your husband would think if he had a bird's eye view of us right now."

Susan snorted derisively as she resumed licking the tip of Alan's penis. "Husband? You mean Ron? I'm sorry, but the only MAN worthy to be my husband is standing over me right now, thrusting his cock into my face. Maybe I should just marry my own son!" 

She got so excited at this idea that she plunged a couple fingers into her pussy while her other hand poked at her clit. Marrying Alan was her secret fantasy, and she blushed to even say it in jest. She shuddered as a massive orgasm overtook her.

Katherine too attacked those same spots on herself now that the talk had turned to marriage. She said breathlessly, "Sorry, Mom, he's already taken. He's going to marry his one and only sister!" She slowly kissed her way up her brother's chest as she aimed to kiss him on the lips. 

She did kiss him, briefly, but then she lost patience and dropped back to her knees. She pushed Susan aside in her excitement and completely swallowed her brother's hard-on.

Alan felt the need to step in lest this marriage talk turned serious. "Hey, you two. No one is marrying anybody right now. Less talking and more licking, please."

"Yes, Master!" Katherine said this fairly audibly even though his penis filled her mouth.

Susan pushed forward again, only to find his erection still fully occupied. "Oh, poo! Tiger, help me!" 

Alan chided, "Sis? What did I say about sharing?"

Katherine pulled back and the two of them sucked and licked contentedly, taking turns in a very amicable fashion. 

Susan commented, "You know, Angel, I thought I'd hate this sharing thing, but I love it! It makes everything feel, I don't know, even naughtier than before."

"Totally, Mom! I'm so with you on that one!"

Running with the idea of making Susan feel naughty, Alan asked out of the blue, "By the way, Mom, how was church?"

The juxtaposition of being asked that question while sharing a blowjob with her daughter was not lost on Susan. Her lingering blush turned a deeper red. She said while licking, "Oh Tiger, don't be a meanie. You're embarrassing me." 

Alan would have kept teasing, but at that he shut right up. There was no way he could do anything to make her unhappy. 

Smiling again, Susan was back to her slurping. The dual blow job seemed to go on forever. 

Alan leaned back against the wall and marveled at his penis's staying power. He was on cloud nine. He thought, I can't even explain myself how I do it. I know this isn't normal, especially being able to keep going with this particular double blow, but I love it. I'm seriously addicted. Riding the edge of an orgasm like I am right now has to be the best drug on Earth, bar none. Wow! What WOULD Ron think if he saw this? I think he'd literally have a heart attack. I think I would, if I were in his shoes, especially given the way both of these gals were when he left. It would completely blow a fuse.

Suddenly he announced, "Okay, you two. Time for another power break."

But they kept licking. Susan mumbled between licks, "Too yummy! Mommy can't stop!" 

Katherine just purred in agreement.

"Stop," he moaned.

But neither of them would allow him to pause this time. They both needed to taste him right away. 

Alan shouted, "Shit! I can't hold out unless you stop! Not yet!" 

But it was already too late - even Alan couldn't keep going without his strategically timed pauses. So much for my ability to last forever, he mused. He grabbed a fistful of hair from each of their heads and held on tightly while his ropes started to shoot.

The sharing attitude dissolved as both females jockeyed for position to be on the receiving end of his semen. Several ropes hit their cheeks while their faces pushed back and forth against each other. 

Susan, though, had prepared in advance for this moment. She stuck a finger up her daughter's butt, which caused Katherine to arch back and squeal. 

Susan saw her chance and wrapped her lips around Alan's penis head in time to swallow up the majority of his cum. 

Katherine conceded defeat and sat back frigging herself to climax while she watched.

When it was all over, all three took a good look at each other. Katherine and Susan both had a fair amount of Alan's cum on their faces, but it just so happened that one rope had created a nearly perfect mustache across Katherine's upper lip. 

Susan looked at it, and making reference to the famous "Got milk?" ads, asked, "Got sperm?"

Alan remained sitting on the tub ledge and laughed. Then he commented to both females, "That was certainly nice. Don't we all feel much cleaner?"

Katherine exclaimed in exasperation, "'Certainly nice?' You have your own mother and sister cocksucking for you together, and that's all you can say?"

Susan looked over at her daughter and winked. "I guess we'll just have to do better next time. Don't you think, Angel? Maybe it takes three of us to get him to shoot. Where's Suzanne?"

Alan groaned at that thought, even though it was a joke. It was too arousing to contemplate at the moment.

Katherine said, "Brother, I think you should go play tennis with your friends. That way you could come back all hot and sweaty. And most importantly, in need of another shower. If you do, you'd better call the both of us to help you." She winked back at her mother.

"Not a bad idea all around," Alan said agreeably on the outside. On the inside, he was jumping for joy at this latest turn of events. He'd always assumed there would be too much jealousy for this kind of sharing. Sure, Katherine especially got jealous from time to time, but overall the jealousy wasn't nearly as bad as he would have expected it to be. 

Changing the topic, he said, "Now I'm going to go eat some food." He looked at their faces and decided he was most pleased with the wrangling that caused so much cum to end up on their faces. He loved to "mark" his females. As he continued gazing at them, he was hit by an idea. "Hey. You two look a little messy. I think you know how I'd like you to clean up."

Susan and Katherine leaned into each other and began licking the cum off of each other's faces. They showed no reluctance, but Susan half-joked, "Now I'm really going to Hell, for sure."

Alan got up to go.

But then Susan said more perkily, "Hold up, Son. Let me make lunch for you. Why don't you stay and watch? Surely you could think of worse things to do than watch two big-titted sexpots rub their bare racks together and lick your cum off their faces? Then we can all go down together."

Alan laughed, just from sheer happiness at how well the day was going. He idly rubbed both their asses and said, "I don't know what I was thinking. Believe me, I'm in no rush." 

Everyone smiled, and then Katherine and Susan began a long, deep French kiss. 

Katherine, always wanting to push the boundaries, broke the kiss to lap up a big cum gob, and then fed the cum to her mother.

Susan easily submitted to having her son's sweet seed being forced down her throat. She was so excited about being able to taste both her children in one kiss that she actually came on the spot, again. Her knees buckled and Katherine had to grab her tighter to stop her from falling.

Unfortunately, that brought a premature end to the cum cleaning, as Susan needed some time alone to recover. But both women finished cleaning their own faces in short order. 

Before Alan had lunch, he spoke to Glory on the phone some more. He wanted to make sure she was okay after the rather crazy call earlier in the day. They had a much more rational conversation. He was actually relieved that Glory seemed a bit embarrassed by some of the submissive things she'd said earlier, and tried to reassert her usual personality. Alan figured he didn't want or need another female acting like Katherine.

When the phone call ended, he had a lot to think about. Boy, I really feel like king of the world today. I keep resisting this harem idea because it seems like the further I get into this, the greater the fall is going to be when somehow the spell is broken. Life can't keep going on like this, can it? I mean, of all my friends right now, probably the most exciting thing they're doing is watching football on TV. I can barely wrap my head around how bizarre this morning's events have been, not to mention yesterday's. 

But obviously Sis is ready to take all this insanity to yet another level. Maybe I've read too much porn, but I can imagine her vision of eight naked women lined up in a row happening in some kind of massive mansion set deep in the woods, but not here. Not on some random suburban street in conservative Orange County! Somehow the police are going to find out what we're doing, and I'm going to be led away in handcuffs.

Someone like Ron is going to bring this all to an end. That talk about him may have been a turn on to them, and to me too, I must admit, but it scared the bejeesus out of me at the same time. He IS going to come home sooner or later, and what will happen then? Not only that, but any day now Brad or Eric might wander over from next door looking to borrow a screwdriver or something. Instead, they'll probably see their beloved Amy or Suzanne right in the middle of an incestuous orgy. I wonder what would happen next. God, I hope I'll never find out! Brad's a big guy and he's even on the football team. He'd probably kick my ass, especially since I'd be too shocked to react well.




Six Times a Day Pt. 32



There're two things I need to do. One, enjoy this to the hilt while it lasts, because it won't last forever. This harem stuff is just too far out of the mainstream, and the mainstream always clamps down on those who break the rules. 

Two, make it last as long as possible. I think the key is to cut it down to just the core people, if only for safety reasons. Loose lips sink ships. I like this idea of disentangling myself from the Kims and Joys and Janices of the world and focusing on an inner core. Not only is it safer, but otherwise I just can't handle it emotionally or physically, as much fun as it is to fuck so many. Glory is showing me that the emotional entanglements are going to get more and more messy unless I do something. I could totally see the one feeling jilted being the one to blab. Someone like Heather. I DEFINITELY should stay away from her. 

But any core has to include Glory, my very first serious crush. Her and the Plummer and Pestridge four, definitely. Brenda and Akami, I'm not sure yet. I still don't really know either of them well enough. But with Glory's basically monogamous attitude, I'm worried things with her are going to end in a "road to ruin" as she put it, even with the multiple partners conceptual breakthrough of sorts on the phone today. Not good. Not good at all.

CHAPTER 6

At lunch, Alan announced to Susan and Katherine, "The two of you have to get punished for not stopping when I asked you to stop and making me cum too soon. I could have kept riding that hard-on all day."

It seemed surreal to be discussing this over a sandwich, given that the two females were eating while dressed relatively normally for a change. Everything in the house seemed a Norman Rockwell picture of normality. That is, until Katherine joked, "I would have much preferred if I rode that hard-on all day!"

Alan smiled at that. "Okay, funny girl, here's the punishment. You two have to stay away from my penis all day long. Absolutely no touching. Period. This was supposed to be my recovery weekend, and while that hasn't exactly happened, it can still be a recovery of sorts if I keep it light from here on in."

Both seemed fairly resigned to that and just nodded. They knew he needed a break.

He added, "Furthermore, Sis, what we did in the shower counts as the third time."

This caused Katherine's eyebrows to rise in surprise. She knew exactly what he meant: he'd fucked Amy twice, and now only had one more time to go to have a "matching" four fucks with Katherine. She wanted to argue about his accounting but kept quiet since Susan was standing right there.

Susan asked, "What on Earth does that mean? Third time?" 

But Alan only replied, "Just a private bet between us."

Susan raised an eyebrow but didn't press him about it.

Susan and Katherine also joked with each other and Alan about Amy's screaming in the middle of the night. 

Susan certainly wouldn't have joked about it earlier in the day, but time, and a few good orgasms, heal all wounds. But at the same time Susan also seriously requested Alan not to fuck Amy so late at night, "at least not until I can buy some of those ear muffs the workers at airports use." 

Alan took a long nap after lunch. When he woke, he decided to visit friends. His friend Peter was out, but Sean was in, so he went over to Sean's house and they played video games together. 

Sean was on Alan's mind. Alan thought, If I'm going to break sexual connection with some of the cheerleaders, it'll go over much better if they could have someone to replace me with. Someone like Sean. He's kind of like me in that he's surprisingly muscular and athletic for someone who's basically a nerd at heart. But how to make it work? For one thing, I'm sure Sean's a total virgin, just like I was not that long ago. 

Alan didn't know how to proceed. He couldn't figure out how to broach the subject with Sean, either. 

By the time Alan got home from his surprisingly normal few hours of videogaming, it was nearly five o'clock. 

Suzanne met him at his own front door. Her arms were on her cocked hips and she was clearly pissed off. 

Alan took one look at her, and deadpanned, "I see you can't wait for your hello kiss."

That got a chuckle, and more importantly, a French kiss from Suzanne that went a long way to erasing her mood. When the kiss ended, she remained clinging to him and said, "How can I stay mad at you?"

"What did I do?" Alan asked in honest confusion.

"Remember yesterday, when I said we had more computer shopping to do today? When did you think we'd do it? Remember about stores closing?"

Alan thought back. He did remember that comment. He didn't need to be reminded that "computer shopping" was code for going to a hotel and fucking like bunnies. So he volunteered, "I'm ready when you are. Let's just head out that door."

Suzanne smiled. "You're reading my mind. If I let you into the house, it'll be another twenty minutes before you finish the rest of your hello kisses. Let's go."

They got into Suzanne's car and drove off. But to Alan's surprise, they only drove one block, and then she parked the car down a little used one way street. "We're walking from here," she said as she got out of the car.

Alan followed, confused. He joked, "I don't see any 'computer shops' around here."

"No, you don't," she said with a nearly grim face. "We're going back to my house." She walked briskly and he kept up. "You unfortunately came back so late that if we drive anywhere and back, we won't have any time to 'shop' because of dinner. I can't keep you massively late for dinner two nights in a row without your mother getting seriously suspicious."

Alan watched her walk and said, "I didn't really expect we'd do this again so soon. Look at the way you walk. It's like you have a stick up your butt. Won't anyone notice?"

She laughed, "I will have a stick up a hole very NEAR my butt soon. Actually, you're right. Some anal sex would help spare my pussy a bit. I am walking a bit funny, but I'm not too concerned. My husband and son barely notice me, as long as dinner's on the table."

They already arrived at the front of Suzanne's house by the time she finished saying that. 

Alan gulped as he looked up at it. He'd been in it so rarely that it seemed to him more like a haunted, spooky mansion than anything. It had become completely off limits in his mind. All he could think when looking at it was Brad and Eric, and getting caught.

Suzanne seemed to read his mind and she walked to the door and unlocked it. "As you know, I have a very strict policy about no hanky panky in here. Ever. But you fuck so good that I'm going to make an exception. You see what you do to me? I told you that as soon as I started I would have to have it every day. I'm already doing crazy things to get my fix." 

Her mind flashed back to Friday and sabotaging the scoutmaster's car. She quickly banished the unpleasant thought.

"What about them?" Alan asked while Suzanne nearly dragged him up the stairs to her bedroom. There was no need to clarify that he was talking about her husband Eric and her son Brad. Daughter Amy was much less of a concern since she presumably wouldn't mind if she saw.

"They're off fishing and won't be back till late. I made damn sure of that. In fact, they just told me on the phone a short while ago to hold off on cooking dinner, or I wouldn't be taking this risk. All the same, we shouldn't dilly dally, because this is extremely dangerous. In all my years of fooling around, I never once even considered bringing a man in here. And in the future we're going to plan this better so this is a one time thing. Okay?"

"And Amy?" Alan said this while both of them stripped.

"I pretty much ordered her to stay at your place. That was another reason why I met you right at the door, to stop you two lovebirds before you got started. By the way, speaking of walking funny, you should see how she's walking today! What did you do to her?"

"Sorry, can't kiss and tell."

"Grrr. Let's make this a really fast fuck, okay? I'm nervous. Really nervous."

They fucked quickly at first, but soon the pace slowed down. Suzanne was antsy, which fueled her lovemaking, but Alan was in the mood for lazy sex, despite the danger. Suzanne was willing to go along with his pace, knowing that Alan would give her fast and furious fucks on other occasions. Their mood settled down into one of deep contentment and bonding, instead of the pure excitement of the day before. 

Suzanne had a stereo system in her bedroom and made a point of filling the CD changer with a selection of classical CDs. 

If there was one thing Alan didn't like about Suzanne it was her love of classical music. But he had to admit that the music she picked out helped set the proper mood for making love at a relaxed pace. She knew he was running low on energy and was trying to be accommodating to that. 

But despite the languor, they still had plenty of quality sex. Before the day was over, Alan gave it to Suzanne every way he knew how. He fucked her sitting, standing, lying down, on top, on bottom, and on and on. Their slow pace allowed them to keep going and going, like two Energizer bunnies in heat, without breaking into a serious sweat.

He was again extremely impressed with her vagina. It's so muscularly aggressive, all the time! Who's fucking who? I feel like she's fucking me with the way her vagina constantly assaults my penis and squeezes it. I don't really know what Kegel exercises are, but I'm all in favor of them if she says that's what gives her such great control. In fact, I'll bet that Suzanne is the best fuck I'll ever have. And don't even get me started on her long tongue or everything else she's got. What a woman!  

Suzanne was already quite spoiled, because she expected Alan to be hard nearly constantly. Luckily, he was able to rise to the occasion. He pumped her pussy full of copious amounts of semen, happy that he didn't have to use a condom with her. 

He came, but that hardly slowed them down at all. As soon as he got flaccid, she sucked him back to life within minutes, and then they got back to proper fucking.

They fucked for just over an hour. Alan came twice, and Suzanne came more times than she could count. Between his stamina and her skill, it was like they were trying for the Olympic gold medal in fucking. While the sex was slow, it was intense and nearly non-stop, with the exception of Alan's occasional strategic pauses. 

It finally ended after Alan came the second time. Suzanne cried uncle, claiming that her pussy simply couldn't handle any more thrusting. 

Alan was glad that for once someone was more overtaxed than he was. But he'd also reached his absolutely limit. Susan always talked about draining his balls dry, but he felt as if Suzanne had really done it. 

Then they took a shower together, something Alan realized he still didn't do with women nearly enough. The idea was to get cleaned up from all the sweat and cum, but they enjoyed each other's bodies in a mostly non-erotic way, simply admiring and exploring each other. 

So they went back to bed, but Alan wasn't up for having any more orgasms. However, Suzanne had done so much for him and made him feel so good lately that he wanted to give back to her more than he had so far. He spent his time just pleasuring her, mostly licking her down below.

Frankly, he was very glad to give instead of receive for a change. He enjoyed making Suzanne happy by eating her out. It was fun to hear her scream with joy. 

When he'd pleasured her to her complete satisfaction, they just lay on the bed in each other's arms. Both were very exhausted. They whispered sweet nothings to each other for many minutes. 

Suzanne was struck anew by Alan's maturity in the conversations they had between fucking. He certainly doesn't act like a typical eighteen year old. He acts like he's been having these kinds of trysts for years. Such calmness, charm, and wit.  

She was also staggered by just how much she loved him. I've known I wanted my Sweetie for some time, but this is just ridiculous. I totally feel like I want to marry him! That's completely irrational. I'm twice his age, and married. I wish I could still get pregnant, so I could have his baby! God, I feel like I'm going to cry. Cry for happiness at being in his arms, but also sadness in knowing he's ultimately gonna end up with some young lady - or more likely, ladies! - and not me. Fuck. I didn't know I could get all mushy and needy like this. Get yourself together, woman!

When they were all done, Suzanne made completely sure that all traces of their activity had been removed, then she went with him to her car a mere block away so they could "drive back" from their "computer shopping." 

Alan noted that she walked even more awkwardly now, just like she had a stick up her butt. 

She commented to him, "Don't worry. I plan things out. In fact, knowing what you do to me, I've booked a masseuse to come and relax my muscles. She'll be arriving in a matter of minutes. And don't get any ideas of hot lesbian sex - she's an old crone. If my body moves in funny ways, they'll assume it's from the massage. Then I'm going to take a long, hot bath and go to bed early. I'll be right as rain tomorrow." 

"Can't I fantasize about hot lesbian sex with a young masseuse?"

"No. No fantasizing for you!" She said this only half-jokingly. "You know darn well that if you were to wank yourself without some female help, all hell would break loose. Susan, especially, would weep at the tragic waste of cum. Plus, keep in mind that you're going to have to pace yourself even more carefully now that you have my very demanding pussy to please. If I don't get at least one fuck a day now that we've started fucking, I'm going to be one unhappy camper."

Alan made it back to the Plummer house in time for a seven o'clock dinner. To his surprise, not only did Susan not mind his tardiness, but she herself appeared to have come home just minutes before, and hurried to prepare a quick meal. She seemed to be holding back some delightful secret. But Katherine, who also got home late, appeared to be as equally clueless as Alan was about her mother's mood.

True to Alan's earlier no-penis-touching vow, he only French kissed his mother and sister briefly upon greeting them, and kept their hands clear from his shorts. 

Amy was also over for dinner (presumably so Suzanne could recover instead of cook) and so there was even more hello kissing. 

Alan had a hard time reading Amy, especially now that he knew she was much more of an intelligent schemer than previously believed. He couldn't tell for sure if Amy knew what was up with Susan's mood or not.

Surprisingly, the topic of Alan and Amy's sex the night before and Amy's loud screaming didn't come up at all. The women all dressed conservatively and there was no monkeying around. They did make a few jokes though. 

Alan asked Susan how her day had been. 

She winked as she replied, "Oh, the usual. Just another hard day at the penis."

Katherine laughed, and came back with, "Typical. Is the boss riding your ass again?"

Susan looked at Alan and very slowly and deliberately replied, "Unfortunately, no." Her sexy look right at him could melt steel. 

Katherine continued, "Boy, he's a HARD boss. Does he have a stick up his butt?"

Amy joked, "I don't know, but sadly I don't have one up mine." 

The giggling turned into outright guffawing. Katherine laughed so hard that her shoulder strap accidentally fell down one shoulder. 

Alan doubted just how accidental that was. He figured it was a test to see if he'd react and show his readiness for more sexual games. But Alan was all stimulated out. He said, "Okay, enough, you guys."

That put an end to the teasing. 

He noted to himself, These women. Jesus. They're simply insatiable, Suzanne, if anything, is even worse. That statement that she needs to be fucked every single day seemed a bit menacing, even. Amy's a wild card, but for all I know she could end up the neediest of them all. This is a problem. However, if I've got to have a problem, being surrounded by perfect women with insatiable sex drives is one of the very best kinds of problems to have. Heh-heh. 

Alan went back to his room to relax after dinner. He lay on his bed, thinking. Who'd a thunk it, but today's working out to be a restful day, after all. Only four climaxes today. Not bad, considering how things started out. The "punishment" to have Susan and Katherine stay clear was key. I need to have more punishments like that. The Suzanne fuck was a surprise, but even though it lasted a good while it was generally so mellow that it didn't wipe me out. I like that slow and easy stuff. If only my penis gets over this lingering soreness, I could be up for some more mischief later tonight. 

This week at school is going to be really tough, though, with all the tests and papers coming up. I'm going to have to be really firm in limiting the hanky panky for a few days. In fact, I've had plenty of fun this weekend. A hell of a lot of fun. I should really hit the books tonight. 

Although I wouldn't be averse to fucking Mom in the ass just before I go to bed. She seems really into the idea. Five climaxes would still be a good number for the day. Maybe I can use that as my homework reward, assuming that my penis has fully recovered by then. Although, anal sex isn't that easy on my Johnson.

CHAPTER 7

Little did Alan realize, but his plan to get a lot of homework done was doomed to failure. Certain plans were already in motion. When he left to go play video games with his friend, he left a very disappointed Susan behind. Katherine figured he would be gone all afternoon, so she took off for the beach, leaving Susan all alone. 

For Susan, an entire day with Alan gone and not even a chance of a blowjob was extremely disheartening. It was like her life had gone from color to black and white. She milled about the house trying to do some chores, but feeling very lethargic. The sound of the clock ticking in the kitchen rang loudly in her ears.

Amy had been stopping by every now and then, looking for Alan. She'd missed him during his nap and then again just after he left to go to his friend's house. The next time she came by, she saw that Susan needed cheering up and stayed to help with that. Amy was her usual, unflappably cheery self. 

But rather than being cheered up, Susan ended up bringing Amy down, because Amy also greatly missed Alan after finally having made love to him the night before, and all of Susan's talk about missing Alan really got to her. But what really disappointed the both of them the most was when Alan came home and then left again with Suzanne before either Susan or Amy even had a chance to say hello (Amy had seen them on the front lawn through a window).

When Susan found out that Alan had come and gone, she looked like she wanted to cry. 

So Amy suggested, "Let's not just sit here and be all mopey. Let's do something fun! Let's go somewhere!"

Susan brightened a bit. "You could talk me into that. I've hardly been leaving the house lately. But where could we go?"

"I know!" Amy said brightly. "Why don't we go to that store Suzanne and Katherine went to with all the sexy stuff? I'm still so bummed Mom didn't buy anything for me last time, and I have some money saved up."

Susan was both excited and frightened by that prospect. "I don't know. I'd love to get some more clothing to look good for Tiger, but I'm a bit of a scaredy cat out in public."

"That's why we should go together!" Amy answered. "I'm scared to go into a place like that too, so going together would be good for both of us. Too bad Katherine's not here, or we could make a team. ... Hey, what if we invite Brenda to go, too? With her around, that could take the attention off of us." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 33



Part 33: Just What I Needed

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. On the other hand, you may like to use your own imagination to visualize the characters. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Nov. 18) 

Alan woke up Monday morning a worried man. He thought, The fun I had over the weekend was great, but now it's time to pay the piper. I've got a big math test in a matter of hours and I haven't studied at all. Nothing. Nada. And that's just the beginning; this whole week is an endless gauntlet of tests and papers.

He came downstairs and saw Susan already cooking breakfast and Katherine sitting at the dining table. Both of them were dressed sexily. Susan was in another one of her erotic aprons. 

Susan wiggled her ass at him and said saucily, "Does someone here want to 'get my attention?'"

Alan sighed. "Yes, I do, but unfortunately not in that way. Come here, you two. Sit at the table for a minute. This is serious." 

Katherine and Susan shared a significant look before they complied. 

"This week is going to be really tough for me at school. Really tough. I've got tests coming out my ears and I've fallen so far behind these past weeks having sexual fun that I'm really in deep shit. Pardon my French, but it's true. I have to stop all this sexual stuff, at least for a week! It's that, or I'm not going to get into a good college. I've got a test coming up today that I'm going to completely fail. You can already write a big 'F' across the top of it. My mind is in such a sexual fog that I don't even know what we've been studying lately. So, the bottom line is, we have to take a break for the week. Or else I'm screwed."

Katherine and Susan stared at him without saying a word. They looked as if he'd just told them a long-time family pet had just been run over. Susan in particular was crushed, and it wasn't the talk of failing the test that bothered her. She'd been thinking about awarding Alan the pleasure of her pussy for intercourse for the first time as soon as he came home from school that day. Yet once again, there was an obstacle.

Katherine, too, was heavily dismayed. She thought, I've had to put up with a no sex at home ban for a whole week, and now this?! This is bullshit.

Katherine was the first to recover. "Okaaay... Of course. But what about your six times a day needs? You still have to do that. And with your rescheduled Boy Scouts trip coming up this weekend, you've got to do better than six a day to compensate for two days of going without."

Alan sighed an even heavier sigh. "Shit. I forgot about the trip. Look. I'm all for keeping up my orgasm average, but I just can't take the time and keep up with school. Sex is taking all my time, not to mention my every waking thought. I tell you, I'm obsessed, and it's starting to worry me."

Susan butted in with a welcome thought. "I know! The stealth strokings! Remember that idea? We'll just stroke you while you do other things. That way, you can have the best of both worlds."

"I don't know..."

"Oh, come on!" 

"Well, I'm also at my limit mentally. I mean, so many intense sexual experiences a day - the mental is as draining as the physical." 

"Please, Son. Give it a try. Why don't we try it right now? Your sister and I will play it completely cool. We'll be out of your hair until Friday. You won't even notice us. Not mental or physical strain on you whatsoever. But there will always be a hand or mouth around your penis, making you feel good just the same."

Alan could hardly resist such a tempting offer. He nodded his head with resignation, as if he'd just agreed to have a painful operation. He almost missed the irony of the situation. 

They started immediately. All throughout breakfast, Katherine and Susan took turns calmly stroking his penis. There was no outrageous nakedness or dirty talk or aggressive moves, and in fact both of them dressed up in long sleeves shirts and pants to help keep the mood sedate. But there was a steady stroking that kept him in a state of constant arousal from the time he sat down to eat at the dining table until the time he left for school. He ate his eggs and pancakes and read the newspaper while a hand (or hands) under the table jacked him off, back and forth, for nearly half an hour.

As the time grew close, Susan couldn't take it any more and started sucking on his dick while Alan ate another bowl of cereal. But she was careful to take it easy.

Katherine made a crack about "stealth sucking."

He was so used to her treatment and so accustomed to multitasking now, that he just kept eating. However, all the stroking and sucking felt great, despite the languid pace. 

Finally, mere minutes before Alan finally had to go to school, he matter-of-factly said to Susan, "I'm ready to blow now. Assume the position." He pushed his chair back so she could really go at it. 

Susan quickly dropped between his knees. She giggled happily, "'Assume the position.' I like the sound of that. Did you hear that, Angel? Alan is really getting to be such a man! He's taking complete command around here. Son, please always say that when you want my help." 

Her tongue went to town on his penis with great vigor without further ado. She was frustrated to still be wearing so many clothes, but overall she was in seventh heaven.

She desperately needed a big sweet spermy load to soften the blow that intercourse with her son would have to wait still longer. She knew that if she told him that she was starting her period soon and this was the last day for a few days for them to fuck, her son would gladly drop all of his schoolwork and stay in bed all day. But she also knew that as a mother she couldn't willfully cause him to fail his classes so it was better that he didn't know.

Alan didn't immediately shoot his load. His mother's tongue felt so good on his penis that he couldn't help but use his PC muscle and prolong the experience. 

Susan had to resort to using all her tricks to get him to blow, but she didn't mind in the slightest. Every minute with his penis in her mouth was another minute of pure heaven for her, and she loved the challenge of trying to get him to cum. It was like a fun game or sport for her. 

Inside her mouth, she curled her tongue around his penis and tried to essentially jack him off with her tongue while her lips continued to suck. She didn't have an exceptionally long tongue like Suzanne or Xania to actually do it, but she made up for that with her enthusiasm. It was fantastic for the both of them, but she couldn't hold it for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

However, the kids had to get to school and time was running out. 

Katherine took command and came at Alan from behind. She mock sighed. "Brother, brother, bother. Big Tomahawk Missile Brother. What's it's going to take to get you to cum?" She pulled down his pants, lifted up his ass a bit, and then stuck a finger far up his asshole and massaged his prostate.

Meanwhile, she licked his neck and ear and breathed her sweet breath into his face. "Brother, your sister and your mother are slaaaaaves to your cock. What do you think of that?" She licked her way closer to his mouth. 

Not even Alan could hold out from that double attack, especially now that Susan had switched to lightly scraping his penis with her teeth and aggressively fondling his balls. 

Susan took half of his cum in her mouth and half on her face. She explained, "Gotta save a snack for later." Luxuriating with cum on her tongue, she commented, "Tiger, it's getting to the point where I wonder if someday you'll be able to simply delay your cum forever. Angel, tell me, how on Earth can we conquer his cock?"

Since Katherine joined in late, she didn't get a chance to get off. Alan now helpfully fingered her pussy lips as she said, "Mom, you have the wrong attitude. Keep in mind that we can never conquer his cock. It can only conquer us, and it does so repeatedly! The best we can do is sate its needs for a few hours, if we're lucky. It's like an ever-demanding and relentless volcano god, constantly demanding the sacrifice of busty virgins to prevent an eruption." 

She thought about her metaphor, and joked, "Except, for some reason, all the virgins we give him makes him erupt more often." After giggling, she continued seriously, "That's why Alan needs so many of us to help. I figure double and triple blowjobs will soon become the rule of the day around here."

Susan sighed. "Oh, poo. I suppose you're right. You're so right about his cock conquering us. You and I should practice at sharing his penis so we can get really good at being a mother-daughter cocksucking team." 

Katherine agreed. "Yep. We can work on bananas when Alan's not around. Learning how to share is an art, I think. But I don't mind sharing, especially with Amy. She makes it extra fun. I hope we can do that ALL the time." 

But while fondling Alan's now flaccid member, Susan complained in an affected and pouty voice, "But Mommy wants his widdle peeny weeny all to herself. She wants to pway." As he pulled away, she complained in a friendly way, "Meanie."

Alan figured Katherine couldn't complain that she wasn't chosen for blowjob duties, since this was a Monday and they had plans to have another S-Club meeting after school now that the two of them were no longer technically grounded. In other words, it was high time for another threesome at Kim's house.

Susan also had a big day ahead, though she didn't suspect how it fit into Suzanne's plans. One thing Suzanne got Xania to say was that Susan should have an immediate medical appointment with Akami to see if her sexual response fell in the normal range. The real reason for the appointment was that Suzanne wanted to speed Susan's lesbian experiences further along. She hoped that Akami would go all the way with Susan first, so the horny mother wouldn't blame Suzanne for corrupting her. 

Furthermore, Suzanne was also conspiring to keep Alan and his mother from having sex. She hoped that she could keep Susan so busy with dildos and lesbian sex that her friend wouldn't be in any shape to properly fuck Alan any time soon. She planned to have Susan's pussy so thoroughly violated and sore by the end of the school day that Susan would have no choice but to postpone her fucking until another day. Suzanne didn't know about Alan's homework problem, but if she had she would have welcomed the news with open arms.

But what Suzanne didn't expect when the appointment was made on Friday was just how many lesbian experiences Susan would have in the few days between. Especially given the fashion show the night before, it was clear that Susan was already thoroughly "corrupted" with lesbian urges. But so far it had all been kissing and groping - she'd yet to do something serious such as eat another woman out. Luck gave Akami the opportunity to be the one to help with the next steps in Susan's continuing sexual education.

When Susan made her appointment, Akami realized she had been given a gift on a silver platter. Susan had her appointment at 9:00 Monday morning, a time where the office was normally full of patients. But the nurse immediately called up all the other patients scheduled for around that time and had their appointments rescheduled. Even the frumpy receptionist was given the morning off. 

Dr. Fredrickson had no objections to the reschedulings, thanks to his habit of secretly watching the Plummer medical visits for his own sexual pleasures.

CHAPTER 2

Susan showed up at Doctor Fredrickson's office right at 9:00. She dressed very conservatively, underwear and all, the way she still dressed whenever outside the house. 

Akami greeted her, and told her that the receptionist was sick. 

Susan thought everything was normal, as she had no way of knowing that there weren't any patients in any of the other rooms. 

Dr. Fredrickson passed by the waiting room and said hello, which also assured Susan that the situation wasn't unusual. 

Akami led her into the same room Alan had been examined in, and had her sit on the examination table where Susan had stared at Alan's penis so intently only a few weeks previously. 

Susan's mind boggled as she recalled what happened then, and how much had changed since. 

Akami looked at her medical chart intently. "I see here that we have a request from a psychologist in Los Angeles that we check to see if your sexual reactions are normal. How highly unusual. Apparently there is some concern that you may be becoming a nymphomaniac. Is that true?"

Susan closed her eyes and recalled the fashion show the night before. She shamefacedly whispered, "Yes." Having to dress up in "normal" clothing and leave the house had put her in a bit of a prudish mood.

"Could this be related to the medical treatment of your son? His need for stimulation six times a day?"

Susan grew a bit peeved. "You know it is! Don't blame me, you of all people. This crazy scheme was all your idea!"

"Now, now, don't worry," Akami soothed. "We're not here to pass any judgments. Anyway, can you honestly tell me that if you had to do it all over, you wouldn't have agreed to the treatment regimen, just the same? Honestly?" 

Even as Akami said this, she took her stethoscope out and began probing Susan's body with it through her clothes, as if she could test truthfulness with it.

Susan was silent, but under Akami's withering stare and probing, she finally and meekly answered, "Yes. Yes, I would gladly do it all over again. You know that already."

Akami was reassuring. "Like I said, no judgments here. To be honest, if I were in your shoes, I think I'd do the same. That Alan is such a hunk, and he sure knows how to please a woman. You have to admit that he has a pretty big and tasty cock." She was working on getting Susan aroused. 

"Erm, well, I suppose, um, there's no denying that."

"No there isn't. I have to admit that I can't believe my luck with Alan's case. I mean, that I've been able to repeatedly suck him off and even fuck him, and all as part of his medical treatment-"

Susan interrupted. "You mean 'fuck you.'"

"Excuse me?"

"Alan doesn't get fucked, he's the fucker. He fucks you. And it's not just a grammatical thing; he takes charge! My Tiger takes complete control! Resistance is useless!"

Akami grinned. She could see Susan was getting quite worked up already. "Quite right. My mistake. Now let's get started on your examination. Please unbutton your blouse and remove your dress and underwear."

Susan did so without thinking. Taking off her clothes came to her easily now, especially when she was ordered to do so. In fact, she found it a great relief to shed what she felt was the unnecessarily heavy and constraining clothing that she wore in the outside world. The only reason she wore such unrevealing clothes was because Alan was the only man she wanted to see her looking sexy. 

Susan's mood changed as she shed her clothes. When she'd first started coming to see Akami with Alan, she was extremely flustered to have to take any clothes off in what she considered a semipublic place. But now her prudish ways literally came off along with her clothing. The idea of being naked away from home greatly excited her.

But Susan was nonetheless nervous at how far things would go. She knew the "testing for nymphomania" purpose meant the appointment would get sexual, and she expected that. But she was shy to do any more than grope and kiss with another female. She asked while undressing, "Nurse, what will this examination entail, exactly?"

"We are going to subject you to an exam called the Tompkins Burnstein Battery. You are subjected to a series of stimulations and give a response from one to ten on how stimulated you feel. One is no stimulation, and ten is the greatest sexual stimulation you've ever felt. Try to think back on an event that would rate a ten right now to get a sense of the scale. Then we'll compare your responses to the national average." 

Akami was more or less making this up as she went along, including the name of the test. She knew Susan was normally fairly smart (at least when not in her now typical senselessly horny state), but also extremely naïve and gullible on sexual matters. This no doubt was a lingering effect of the extreme prudishness Susan had exhibited most of her life. Years of conditioning couldn't be completely eradicated in a matter of weeks.

Susan fretted. "Akami, am I going to have to do ... naughty things ... as part of this test? Is this completely proper?" Susan more or less knew an honest answer would be yes to the first and no to the second, but nonetheless felt obliged to ask the questions. As she asked this, Akami aggressively probed her bare tits with the stethoscope. 

Akami was impatient to replace the implement with her own hands, but realized she still needed a thin veneer of decorum while warming Susan up.

"Of course it is!" Akami said with pretend indignation. "You know, there's been a lot of research into sexuality, so this test derives from that. It's admittedly unusual to perform such a test in a general practitioner's office, but the case of you and your son is a very unusual one to begin with. Now, let's hurry this up, as we have other patients waiting. First, I want you to run your hands over your skin as you think of your most intense sexual experience you've ever had. Don't touch yourself down below." 

Akami finally withdrew the stethoscope, after pressing it hard against a nipple.

Susan closed her eyes, and at first seemed to only move her hands a little bit, as if doing the bare minimum to obey Akami's request. But soon she began roaming her hands all over her legs and chest. Since Akami hadn't prohibited the touching of her sensitive nipples, she concentrated on them, and that drove her wild. Within a minute or two, she was deeply into it, kicking her feet out of the stirrups and thrashing her legs around in the air. 

Akami knew the mother was hot to trot, but her eagerness surprised even the nurse. "What are you thinking about?" she asked. "Explain in detail what you're thinking out loud."

Susan's voice was growing ragged as she answered, "I dunno. There's not just one most intense experience. There are so many. I have to confess, all of them involve ... my son. I'm thinking for instance right now about the very first Tuesday, when I gave him the abnormality check for the first time. I gave him so many handjobs and blowjobs that day. It's like it was one big happy blur of sucking and stroking! Mmmm.... Sucking Alan's little friend... Alan Junior... It makes me so hot! Oh, I can't help it, nurse! I'm so bad! Can I just touch myself down there, just a little?"

"Okay, Susan, that's enough of that. Please stop." 

Susan reluctantly stopped her hands, but she still panted and her chest heaved. The sight of a gorgeous woman so easily aroused made Akami extremely horny as well. She was confident Susan would be helping her out directly soon enough, but she had to go ahead with the "test" in any case. Dr. Fredrickson wanted to see certain things happen (literally, as he watched it all on a video screen in the next room), and this was a good way to make sure they would.




Six Times a Day Pt. 33



The nurse continued authoritatively, "All right. Very good. Now tell me, on a one to ten scale, how would you rate that experience?"

"Let's see. About a two. Maybe a three."

"That's it?!" Akami said in exasperation. "Are you sure you understand the scale I've given you?"

"Yes, but I've had so very many extremely erotic experiences lately. I'm practically that horny all the time, just as a baseline. You can see why I've been seeking psychological help. If I'm shopping at a grocery store and see something long and hard like a loaf of French bread, it makes me think of my son's penis, and then I get all tingly and can barely control myself! It's a big problem, and it's just getting worse all the time. Frankly, just about everything makes me think of my son and his penis. I'm always sucking on things. Lollipops, bananas, ice cream bars. At least it increases my stamina so I can suck on the real thing for hours at a stretch. But it gets me so excited. Sometimes I have to go to a restroom and bring myself off, 'cos I can't hold out until I get back home."

"I see." Akami still had the clipboard with Susan's medical chart in her hand, and pretended to make extensive notes. "Okay then. Let's move on to the second test. This time, stimulate yourself anywhere while you think of another erotic memory."

Almost as soon as Akami said "stimulate yourself anywhere," Susan's hands flew to her pussy and she began frigging herself. Her other hand worked on her clit.

"What are you thinking of this time?"

"Just the other day, Alan needed help getting hard, so he had me kiss my daughter Katherine, to help him with visual stimulation. It was weird at first, but then I got into it, kissing my own daughter! Then we did it again two days later, and she put her fingers in my pussy as we kissed, just like I'm doing now. But then she wouldn't let me suck Alan's cock, 'cos she sucked it instead. Aren't I bad? I'm so bad! But it's so good. Mmmm... Yes!"

"Okay, you can stop now," Akami said. She had expected these tests to take longer, but Susan was getting off very quickly. The bombshell mother already was leaking cum after only a minute or so of touching her pussy.

Susan asked plaintively, "Akami, is there something wrong with me, letting my daughter kiss me like that? With Alan, it's a medical need, but with her..."

"Don't worry, it's perfectly normal," Akami said reassuringly. "Most women have lesbian experiences at one time or another, and those who don't probably would love it if they just let themselves go. New studies suggest that all women are naturally bisexual."

Akami was making this up too, but it was just what Susan wanted to hear. "Really? Oh, that makes me feel so much better! My psychologist said that too, so it must be true." Susan failed to think about or mention the additional problem of incest. "That's good to hear, because we've been kissing each other so much lately. In fact, I've been kissing everybody. You should have seen what I did last night at the fashion show we had in our living room last night." 

Akami could only imagine what a fashion show at the Plummer house would be like. Her pussy twitched reflexively, but she maintained an outward professional calm. "Yes. Furthermore, your getting into other women will greatly help arouse Alan, and that's the whole point. His medical recovery and all that. Men get extremely aroused watching two women get it on with each other."

Susan's eyes lit up. "You're so right! I keep telling myself that. I must OBEY my son in every way, even if it means I have to muff dive every single day!"

Akami found herself increasingly aroused, both by visions of Susan muff diving and by the woman's extreme subservience to her son. She coughed to help clear her head. "Moving on, how would you rate that on a one to ten scale?"

"About a four. I can't imagine getting much above that without Alan being involved."

"Interesting," Akami said plainly as if she was bored, though she was anything but. "Now for this next test, we're going to rate outside stimulation. I'm going to test the sensitivity of your breasts. Are you ready for that?"

"I suppose," Susan said doubtfully. Again she wondered about how far this would go and what Akami's motivations were.

"Now lie back." Akami adjusted the examination chair and then put her hands on Susan's breasts. She explored her patient's big tits for a minute or two. 

Akami commented casually, as if making light conversation to pass the time, "I'll bet Alan has a lot of fun with these."

"Oh boy! Does he ever! It's like his hands just live on my chest! Well, if not mine than Suzanne's, or somebody's." 

"That's good." Then she asked, "Have you been conducting regular breast exams like I showed you how to do?"

Susan blushed again, as that brought back fond memories. "Um, not too many, per se. But lately, I uh, have been masturbating so much, that I think I'm very familiar with my breasts and would know right away if there was anything unusual about them. In fact, I fondle them daily. A lot. And if I don't, Alan or someone else does."

"Very good. That's healthy. Have you conducted an oral exam of your nipples, like this?" Akami knelt down and began sucking on those very nipples. She had had a few lesbian experiences in her lifetime, but she'd never gotten her mouth on such massive mounds. She even felt like her own head was small compared to Susan's twin peaks.

For a minute or so Susan was lost in pleasure, but she finally roused herself enough to answer the question after Akami made a noise indicating she was still waiting for an answer. "Oh! Uh, what? No! I didn't even know I could do that. Do you mean to suggest I should suck on my own nipples?"

Akami stopped sucking long enough to ask, "Of course. It's very healthy. You should make it a regular part of your masturbation sessions. By the way, right now you should stop stroking yourself down there. You'll corrupt the data."

"Oh. Sorry." Susan tried to keep her hands still while Akami sucked, poked, and twisted at her nipples. The tortured mother put her hands high in the air as if that could help hold back her feelings, but it was no use. She soon began shuddering in an intense orgasm. 

Akami continued to do things to her breasts that no other woman had yet done there, mostly due to the aggressiveness of Akami's sucking and twisting.

Susan got so excited that she had to yell, "Stop! Please stop!"

Akami stopped, mostly. She left one finger tracing circles around the nipple she hadn't been sucking. "What is it?"

"Well, it's just that my tits are so sensitive. When I think about all the things that must be wrong with me, I think about that one too. Nurse, you're a medical professional. Do you think it's possible for a pair of tits to control a woman?"

"What do you mean?" Akami was slightly cruel, as she began to lightly pull on both of Susan's nipples.

"I mean, my tits are so sensitive that I think they control my brain, instead of the other way around. Sometimes I think I'm just a pair of tits, and the rest of me is just a necessary support network. I mean, now that I don't wear clothes most of the time, UGH! Oh God. Keep doing that! ... Uh, anyway, now that my tits are almost always bared, when I wear a blouse I feel it rub against my nipples and it makes so aroused that I can't even think! I just want Alan to throw me down on the ground and fuck me silly!" 

She paused, realizing that it might be unseemly to be so horny for her son. "Um, I mean, it gets me very aroused. I'm not sure if I'll be able to wear clothing over my chest any more. But then, when I go around topless, I get even MORE aroused! And then when he touches my nipples, which he does every day... Oh! I can't even tell you!"

Akami chuckled. "I can see that. But don't worry about it. Consider yourself blessed. You'll give so many others so much pleasure, and you yourself are nearly drowning in constant erotic joy. Everybody loves you best naked. So what's to worry?"

Susan grumbled, "I suppose. But my brain isn't happy about the tit takeover.... AAARGH!" She cried out because Akami was sucking her nipples again.

Akami pulled back after she detected an orgasm come and go, then asked, "How was that on the scale?"

"Mmmm, maybe a five. But it was a good five."

Akami was a bit chagrined that her ministrations rated so low, but she went to the chart and pretended to mark it. She thought to herself, A mere five? When I got her off? Unbelievable. Now the fun really begins. I can't wait to see what an eight or nine does to this woman.

CHAPTER 3

Akami told Susan, "Okay, now I'm going to do the same, but I'll stimulate your vaginal region instead." Before Susan could register a response to that, Akami bent down and put her tongue straight on Susan's nether lips. 

No woman had ever gone down on her before, but she was so aroused that she couldn't resist. "Oh my! Well I'll be!" She had no words to express her feelings as Akami launched a triple attack. 

The nurse pulled at Susan's clit with one hand, stuck her tongue into her pussy, and probed up her anus with her other hand. It was a good thing Susan's feet were spread wide in stirrups, or her legs would have gone flying all over and possibly knocked into Akami. 

They kept on like this for many minutes, until finally Susan began loudly moaning and even screaming. "Oh yes yes YES! That's so good!" Susan began orgasming again. 

Akami pulled away after Susan climaxed. Her entire nose and chin area was soaked in the horny mother's juices.

"How was that?" the nurse asked. She tried to wipe her face off with her hands and then sucking her wet hands into her mouth, but she didn't get it all. She was pleased with Susan's taste.

"It was great! I love it! Please don't stop!"

"I mean on a one to ten scale."

"Oh. A six. Definitely a six!" Susan had put her own hands into her pussy and was still working on triggering more orgasms for herself. 

Akami was beginning to get jealous at just how much sexual pleasure her patient must be getting at home, if this was still only a six. She stood by and waited for Susan to calm down, but if anything, the mother was only getting more excited. It seemed to Akami that now Susan had started, she could just keep orgasming the rest of the day based on thoughts of previous experiences alone.

Akami again made marks on her chart. "Okay, for the next test, I want to see how the act of merely stimulating someone else makes you feel. I want you to stimulate me in the same way I've been stimulating you."

"I dunno," Susan said, but she was only going through the motions of being reluctant. She was ready to do just about anything by now. "But I suppose it's only fair to return the favor..." she said as if convincing herself.

Akami unbuttoned her lab coat and presented her naked chest to Susan, who still sat in the examination chair. 

Susan began running her hands over the nurse's tits. Akami's tits were unimpressive compared to the giant orbs of Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine that Susan was more used to groping, not to mention Brenda's gravity-defying monster tits that she'd thoroughly explored the night before, but they still were a good handful. 

Susan eventually put her mouth on a nipple, but she seemed very awkward and uncertain on what to do next. She'd done a lot of hand groping of breasts, but oral contact was new for her. 

"That's good," Akami said encouragingly. "If it helps at all, imagine that I'm Katherine."

Akami definitely said the magic words. Susan went at Akami with a new vigor. "Oh yes, Angel, I'm sucking you! I'm so sorry, but I just can't help myself. I'm just too naughty."

Akami barely knew Katherine, but pretended to be her anyway. "That's okay, Mommy. I like it when you touch me there. When you suck me... with your mouth."

"Yes! Mommy likes it too! She really does. Mmmm... YES!" Susan increased her enthusiasm even more. 

Akami felt as if her tits were going to be vacuumed right off her body by such a hungry mouth. 

Meanwhile, Susan still had her blouse on her sleeves, and finally shucked it off so she could be completely naked. It gave her a shiver to know that she was now buck naked inside a doctor's office. 

Akami did her best to get the rest of her clothes off while she submitted to Susan's oral assault. But Akami was having a hard time getting naked, so she called a temporary halt to the proceedings. "Just a minute, there, Susan. Stop and tell me how that rates."

"Oh, I don't know. A five."

"A five? You don't like me, Mommy?"

"Okay, a six, if only because you're calling me 'Mommy.'" 

The word "mommy" really excited Susan, and she was frustrated Alan still hadn't picked up on her not so subtle hints to use it. But she asked uncertainly, "Are my relations with my children improper? They must be."

"I'll answer that question after you lick my pussy," Akami replied, now that she was totally naked. "Mommy, can you get down on your knees and lick me in my special place?"

Susan got on her knees, but seemed a bit hesitant at performing this new act. As if stalling for time, she asked, "What's the magic word, Angel?"

Akami answered, "Please? Could you lick my cunt, please? Alan isn't licking it nearly enough these days."

Again Akami said the real magic words, though it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that bringing Alan into the fantasy would help get Susan more aroused. 

Susan again attacked Akami like a woman possessed. She boldly placed her tongue onto Akami and began exploring her nether regions with her hands and mouth. Susan didn't really need any encouragement, but Akami would periodically say things like, "Right there! That feels nearly as good as when Alan fucks me!"

Susan paused in her licking only long enough to shout, 'No, Tiger, don't fuck your sister! I'll sacrifice my body instead! You'll have to fuck ME!"

Soon both women were shuddering and shivering with intense orgasms. Akami had set up a bed, and fell back onto it. 

Susan followed her on top, and the two of them spent more minutes kissing, sucking, fingering, and generally getting it on with each other. 

But before Susan could really get satisfied, Akami again called a halt.

"What now?" Susan asked breathlessly, irritated at stopping. She was completely revved up now. "That was a seven. Let's go to the next test already."

"A seven? What does it take to even get an eight out of you?" Akami asked.

"You have no idea what an honor a seven is, given that Alan isn't here. So what's next?" Susan tried to wipe some of Akami's cum off of her face.

"Speaking of men, our next tests involve your reactions to a penis."

"Wait a minute!" Despite her extreme arousal, Susan was suddenly very wary. "Does this involve a real penis that isn't Alan's?"

Akami hated saying what she was about to say, but felt forced to do it. "As a matter of fact, it does, if that's okay with you. This is a very important test. We have someone willing to help-"

"Hold on!" Susan interrupted. "NO WAY. Period. I don't care what the medical justification is. NO way will I even let another man see me like this, much less touch me! NO. I'm leaving!" 

Susan immediately bounced up from the floor and began frantically searching for her clothes.

Akami was taken aback. She thought the woman would agree to anything sexual by this point. "All right. Don't worry. It was just an idea. I think we have enough data in any case to make a determination of your sexuality, so just relax."

Susan slowed down in putting on her clothes, but she was still clearly spooked. The sexual mood had been completely broken by the mention of another man. 

The man Akami had in mind was Dr. Fredrickson, and he was in a nearby room eagerly watching the proceedings and waiting for his chance to come in and join the fun. But luck was not with him that day.

Akami felt bad, and was truly apologetic. Dr. Fredrickson had forced her to make that suggestion and she was relieved Susan turned the idea down. She thought, I KNEW this wasn't what Susan would want! "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize-"

"No, you did not!" Susan cut in. She paced around the room. "You don't realize how special my Tiger is, how unique he is. You clearly don't understand anything at all! You've been fucked by him, so you should know. How can you even THINK about fucking another man, after that? What's wrong with you?!"

Akami indeed had enjoyed fucking Alan tremendously, but she hardly saw it as reason to give up on all other men, forever. Sex with Alan didn't have anywhere near the same emotional depth for her as it did for Susan. In her opinion, Alan was admittedly an excellent lover, but still a teenager who had lucked into an incredible situation. 

But she said, to calm Susan, "Sorry. You're so right. I don't know what came over me. I was thinking that since it was required for the medical test... But that's no excuse."

"Damn right it's not!" Susan said hotly. But she sat back down.

Akami correctly guessed that the more she talked about Alan, the more Susan's anger would subside and her libido would heat up again. So she said, "I wish I could keep my pussy reserved just for Alan. That would be ideal. If any other man tried to get in my panties, I'd just say, 'Sorry, but this pussy belongs to a real man who knows just how to stuff it.'"

"Damn straight!" Susan huffed.

"But the problem is that I see him so rarely. Once a week or maybe once every two weeks. How can I bear to hold out when I'm so far down his list? I wish I was like you, living in the same house, sucking and stroking that cock every single day..."

Susan smiled briefly, but remembered to frown. If nothing else, she was still irked that Akami wasn't fully dedicating herself to sexually serving Alan. She very irrationally felt that all beautiful women should completely devote themselves to her son.

"So what I do is I use the other men as human dildos. I have to close my eyes and pretend they're Alan. But of course it's not the same. Alan's like a human jackhammer, driving, driving, deeper, deeper! There's just no stopping him!" 

Akami was mostly lying about pretending, but she was glad that Dr. Fredrickson was listening now. He wouldn't know for sure if Akami was using him as a human dildo while thinking about Alan, or not. It was a bit of revenge for him putting her in this unethical situation of having him watch without Susan knowing.

She asked Susan, "Has he ever grabbed the back of your head with both hands and rammed that big log of his in your mouth over and over, using it like another cunt? Have you had to stretch your lips as far as they could go just to stuff all that hot cock in your mouth?" She couldn't keep her detached professional mood because she was just too aroused.

"Yeah!" Susan said with growing enthusiasm. "Oh yeah!" 

Akami continued to make some sexy small talk while soothingly stroking Susan's ass. She focused on oral sex with Alan, a topic she knew Susan loved. "Let's talk cock! I'm curious about your technique. What parts do you spend the most time on?" 

"Goodness gracious! Where to begin?" Susan launched into a detailed explanation of her favorite techniques. Soon, Susan was as relaxed as if she'd taken a tranquilizer pill. She completely forgot to chastise Akami for insufficient loyalty. 

Satisfied that the situation was back under control, Akami looked at her notes and declared she was ready to make a verdict. "Susan, clearly you are a highly sensual woman with a powerful sex drive. But the fact that you're so adamant about not being with a man other than Alan shows that you are still in control, and not a nymphomaniac in need of treatment. Nymphomaniacs don't have the self-control to discriminate. What I really did by talking about bringing someone else in was actually part of the test and I'm glad to say you passed. My suggestion is that you have sex frequently, and enjoy yourself. You're not ill, you're just someone who needs a lot of sexual satisfaction. Masturbate too, to your heart's content."




Six Times a Day Pt. 33



Susan stared off into space, fantasizing Alan fucking her. "Really? Huh. But what about my unnatural feelings towards my children? What about wanting to go all the way with both of them? That's more than just helping Alan expel all that nasty sperm."

"That's something for your psychologist to sort out. That's not my department."

"But don't you think it's wrong?"

"Speaking as a professional nurse, there's nothing medically wrong with it, as long as you don't have children with your children. And your records indicate you're infertile anyway, so that's not an issue. So if your psychologist thinks it's okay, it must be okay." She smiled encouragingly. "I say fuck Alan to your heart's content."

"I don't know... It just seems so..." Susan seemed lost in thought. But then she said more enthusiastically, "Anyway, thanks for the Tompkins whatever test. I found that very, uh, educational."

"My pleasure. Especially the second part. Too bad this was the first and probably last time I'll be able to do that as part of my nursing duties. You know, we could still continue the rest of the test with a dildo..." Akami put her lab coat and stethoscope back on, less to dress than to look sexy to help convince Susan to stay.

"Thanks, but really, I should be going. I'm sure you have other patients with more important problems than mine." Susan was still somewhat spooked and afraid that a man might still somehow enter the picture, so she didn't want to get too excited and lose control of herself.

"Yes, but none with problems as fun as yours. I'll have to hold out until Alan's next appointment on Friday." Akami smiled a very devious smile thinking of all the ways Alan would doubtlessly fuck her then.

"You take it easy on him, okay?" Susan said, smiling.

"I will," Akami smiled back, playfully running her tongue outside her mouth, as if licking her chops at the thought of sucking Alan's penis. 

Far from being perturbed at that, Susan imitated the licking with her own mouth for Akami.

The appointment eventually wrapped up, but the tongue licking motions led to a practical discussion of how to give Alan the best blowjobs. 

Susan enthusiastically explained some of the techniques she'd been using that Alan particularly liked. 

Akami offered some tips in return. She was struck by how much this woman had changed in less than two months since their first appointment. She noticed that the puddle on the plastic seating beneath Susan's thighs slowly grew just by them talking about blowjobs some more.

At one point, Susan opined, "You know, I'm still thinking about what you said earlier. That all women are naturally bisexual."

"I don't know about that, that it's true across the board," Akami butted in, since she was just making it up. She didn't want to completely bamboozle Susan. 

"No. You're right. It makes so much sense. It's only natural, so that women will better enjoy threesomes, foursomes, and more with Alan. A virile man like him needs a large harem of nymphomaniacs to keep him satisfied. His women need each other to help pass the time when he's fucking someone else and to help provide him visual entertainment."

Akami's mind boggled. This woman is amazing. It's like her brain is damaged or something. How could she be so into one guy that she'd welcome sharing him like that? That must be the power of incest fiddling with her reasoning.

But Akami merely replied, "Who knows? Guys like Alan are so rare that they aren't fully understood by medical science." 

Susan eventually got up and put her hand on the door to go. 

But Akami had heard Susan talk earlier about how she'd been "greeting" everyone with a French kiss, and used that to her advantage. "Just a minute, Susan. I don't believe you've given me a proper good-bye kiss."

Susan was puzzled, but then figured out what Akami meant. "Oh! So sorry. My mistake." Smiling a happy smile, she came back to Akami and locked lips for several minutes.

After Susan left, Akami looked towards one section of the wall and pointedly shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, "Sorry, but I tried." 

Doctor Fredrickson was frustrated. He was on the other side of the wall. He'd watched and heard the whole encounter on video, with his pants at his knees. He'd been so certain that he'd soon be fucking Susan that he'd generally gone easy on masturbating. And now it was all over and he was left high and dry. 

He made a mental note to force Akami to have Susan back, as soon as possible. And this time, if he wasn't going to get in on the action directly, he was going to make completely sure that it would be recorded for posterity. Maybe with blackmail material, she'd have no choice but to give in to his desires. If she still resisted, he could at least make a ton of money selling the video, but he didn't want revenge, he wanted her. He wanted her bad.

CHAPTER 4

Susan wasn't lying about being horny nearly all the time lately. Far from being sexually satiated by the appointment with Akami, all the talk about sucking Alan off only left her even more ready for action. 

Suzanne came over to the Plummer house minutes after Susan got back home. She was determined to continue to break down Susan's resistance to lesbian lovemaking while Alan and Katherine were in school. 

Once again, the two busty mothers "practiced" French kissing at every opportunity. 

First they had to do their daily exercises. Suzanne kept the conversation focused on nonsexual things during their exercising, saving the sexual play for when they began nude sunbathing. 

Susan told her all about Alan's acute homework problem.

Despite the emphasis on the nonsexual, Susan couldn't keep her clothes on for long. Not long after they started their workout, she said, "I'm getting so hot and sweaty. Do you mind if I just, kind of, get more comfortable?"

Suzanne too found herself getting "more comfortable." The truth was, lately she enjoyed being naked nearly as much as Susan did. She answered Susan's question by dramatically uncovering her breasts, quickly opening up the front of her leotard right in front Susan. 

This caused Susan's eyes to widen. She quickly got out of her clothes as well. 

Suzanne thought to herself, This is so strange. I mean, my skin-tight pink leotard was nearly completely see-through in the first place, so why does taking it all off make me feel so tingly and giddy? Am I getting socially conditioned without even knowing it? But she easily pushed such worries away and just reveled in the feeling of running her hands up and down her silky smooth skin. 

The only problem exercising naked was the way their boobs bounced around. Suzanne said, "Damn these things. They can be such a blessing when it comes to attracting a man, and such a curse the rest of the time. All those killer back aches, too. But I've got an idea. We need to practice baring our chests for Alan-"

"What a great idea!" Susan interrupted. She thrust her rack out proudly. 

"Yes," Suzanne continued, a bit chagrined at Susan's excessive enthusiasm. "But we have to fight sag. I suggest that next time we wear our 'training bras', you know, the wire frames we wear at night to keep drooping at bay."

"Great idea, Suzanne. You're definitely the ideas woman around here."

Suzanne hoped to keep Susan naked as much as possible from now on and was pleased at how easy that goal appeared to be. 

Suzanne found herself imagining Susan as the Plummer house slut, lying nude in bed all day, getting fucked by one visitor after another. In her vision, all of Susan's visitors were female, except Alan. Suzanne was rather surprised to realize that even in her fantasies now, Alan was the only male to appear. She let the vision fade, as it seemed like a mean thing to wish on her best friend.

Lying nude on lawn chairs by the pool in the back yard, Suzanne finally allowed Susan to explain the medical appointment with Akami in arousing detail. Even though they were in the outdoors, soon it was impossible not to notice the pungent smell of both her and Susan's pussies. She loved the way Susan got extremely fidgety and breathless while telling her story. 

Suzanne was pleased at every development. She'd been waiting a long time, and now she was sure that the time was right to have no holds barred sex with Susan. 

Suzanne was surprised that Susan hadn't really done anything new beyond eating Akami's pussy and getting eaten in return. She was glad that she would be the first one to teach Susan about dildos. That had been put off an extremely long time, and the time to fix it was now.

When Susan got near to the end of her Akami story and talked about Akami's offer to continue with a dildo instead of a penis, Suzanne interjected, "You know, Susan, there's been a lot of talk about dildos lately, but I can't believe you still don't use one. Why is that?"

"Well... The other things I've been doing have been entirely to help Alan get stimulated. But to just pleasure myself in private - that would be completely unseemly and not very ladylike."

Suzanne had a hard time keeping a straight face. She could have pointed out any number of inconsistencies in Susan's overall logic, and the doubtless countless times that Susan had masturbated in private lately, but figured that would be counterproductive. Instead, she suggested, "Susan, you want to have uninhibited sex with your son, right?"

Susan blushed, and stammered, "Uh, not exactly... What I mean to say is..."

Suzanne chastised her. "Oh come on! Quit pretending you don't want it. You've already admitted to me that you're ready, so what's with the backsliding? You're talking to your best friend here. Are you ready for his huge boner to fill you?"

Susan closed her eyes, because she was too embarrassed to look at her friend. "I am. Actually, I was thinking about doing it this afternoon. Maybe even, you know, seducing him. But with his homework load, it wouldn't really be fair..."

"Good for you! But you're right. It wouldn't be fair to Alan to do it today. The most important thing is seeing him have a bright future and getting into a good school. If the two of you have intercourse, that'll throw his concentration off for days at a time when his academic work is in complete disarray. It'll make him feel so good that he'll want to do nothing but fuck you all day."

"Really?" Susan asked, hoping against hope it was true.

"Really." In fact, Suzanne was still concerned Alan would very literally do that and push Suzanne down his list. 

"Is it even better than blowjobs?"

"It is."

"Really? Sex with my husband was more of a chore than anything, but I should know better than to think my time with my Tiger would be anything like that. But do you really think I'll like it better than cocksucking? I can't even imagine liking something better than sucking cock, although titfucking comes very close."

"I'm sure you'll love it," Suzanne reassured her. "But still, you have this need, today. You know that before long, your son's big jackhammer dick is going to take complete possession of your pussy. But unfortunately, not today. It's so close..."

"YES!" Susan sat up and dared to look Suzanne in the eye. "What about my desires? I'm dying!"

Suzanne smiled a knowing smile. While she was happy for her best friend to fuck Alan eventually, she still wanted a delay to better secure her own spot with him. "That brings us back to dildos. Have you considered that by using a dildo you could satisfy your needs down there for a real penis by using an artificial one, and that could greatly help your willpower? Like having decaffeinated coffee instead of the real thing. Plus, if your goal is stimulating Alan, I'm sure he'd be really turned on seeing you use a dildo on yourself or using it on someone else. Imagine him watching me push a dildo into you, for instance. That would get him so hard his dick would be able to cut through diamond."

"Really? You think?" Susan was entranced by the thought. 

"If you're going to be an Alan slut, a slut dedicated to nothing but draining your son's balls dry, then I'd say it's pretty much mandatory that you learn how to arouse with dildos." 

"Hmm. Well, I DO want to be an Alan slut. So very badly! And if it'll help drain those big sperm-filled balls of his, I guess I could try one out, just, you know, to see how it goes. But I don't have one and I'd be far too embarrassed to ever buy such a thing."

"If that's your only problem, then that's no problem at all," Suzanne said, jumping up. "I have just the gift for you. I'll be back in a sec." 

Anticipating that Susan would be ready for dildos in the wake of the Akami appointment, she'd already put a number of dildos in her purse to try out on her friend. She walked naked back inside the house to get them.

Suzanne stood behind Susan's lawn chair a minute or two later. "I'm back already. Aren't you going to greet me?"

"Oh! Sorry!" Susan hopped up and planted her lips on Suzanne. They kissed for several minutes. 

Suzanne ran her hands all over Susan's naked form, and Susan wasn't too shy with her hands either. Suzanne had the gumption to stick her fingers into Susan's pussy, but Susan didn't reciprocate.

"Suzanne, you really shouldn't do that with your fingers," Susan weakly protested when their kiss finally ended a short time later. "You know, touching me down there like that." 

"Why not? Isn't that what you just did to Akami, and then some?" Suzanne asked matter-of-factly. "I can't think of any reason to stop, except that I have something better to put in there." 

She bent over, reached into her bag, and pulled out a dildo almost as wide and long as Alan's penis. She figured she should start out with what Susan was already intimately comfortable with.

Suzanne licked its tip tantalizingly with her lips. She noted that Susan, far from appearing frightened or embarrassed, seemed to look at the dildo with great anticipation and enthusiasm. 

But then Susan said, "I don't know. I shouldn't put that in me. It feels like cheating."

"Cheating? How?"

"Well, all my holes belong to my son and my son only. I can make an exception for fingers or tongues, but that's just too phallic."

Suzanne said, "I can see that logic, but when he finally fucks you, you want to be the best fuck you can be, right? You need to practice and learn how to work your pussy muscles so once he goes in he'll never want to pull out." 

"Can I put that in my mouth?" Susan asked. Sucking on phallic objects had not only become a new passion for her, it also served to calm her down when she was worried, especially if she could suck on Alan's erection. All seemed right in the world when her lips were sliding back and forth on his thickness.

But Suzanne was impatient. She commanded, "Later. Please concentrate on the topic at hand." 

"Oh, poo! But very well. I appreciate your point that I should have a very skilled cunt for our first time, but that's why you've been teaching me those Kegel exercises these past weeks. Maybe after my first time with Tiger I wouldn't mind a big thing like that" - she pointed at the dildo - "but not before." 

"But doesn't Alan deserve nothing but the very best?"

"He does, but look at Amy. She didn't have any pussy training when he took her for the first time, and they both loved it. There's a certain charm in fucking untrained pussy too. Let's face it: it's been so long since my 'husband' had sex with me" - she made quotation marks in the air as she said the word husband - "that I'm practically a virgin again. I want to keep that purity with my lover. Please let me?" 

"Oh, very well. But what about smaller dildos. You have fingers in there all the time, and even up your butt."

"I suppose that would be okay, if you have little pencil-shaped ones or things like that."

"I do. Here, get back on your lawn chair, and I'll show you where it works best." 

Susan quickly complied.

Suzanne walked off and came back with a much smaller one that was actually a vibrator. "Here. Look at this one. This is the bullet style. Too small to do much to me, frankly, but it does vibrate nicely. It's good to press on your clit and you can hide it completely inside to make a dull board meeting a lot more interesting." She laughed.

Susan appraised it. "Well, I suppose that's small enough and wouldn't really be different than fingers. Okay, you can put it in." She spread her legs in anticipation. 

But Suzanne sat on the side of Susan's lawn chair and waved the vibrator around in the air, to frustrate and tease Susan a little. "You can't just stick these things in," she said. "First, you have to prepare your cunt." 

Suzanne turned the vibrator on so it began to quiver and buzz, and then began rubbing it on the outside of her best friend's pussy. She pressed it against Susan's clit, and at the same time stuck her fingers into Susan's pussy and frigged her for a bit. Then she took her fingers out and pushed the vibrator against her friend's pussy lips. Sticking the vibrator in a half inch or less, she pulled it back again, but then declared Susan unready. 

She repeated this process several times, driving Susan increasingly crazy.

"Come ON!" Susan finally complained. "It doesn't take THAT long to get ready. I'm flowing like a river already!"

"You're right," Suzanne conceded. "I'm just teasin' ya. Now, remember, imagine this is your son penetrating you. Taking you." 

Susan was getting quite worked up and seemed on the verge of cumming already. She had her eyes closed to better imagine Alan was there with her. "Oh! Son! Make me a woman!" 

Suzanne thought that was a bit bizarre, that Susan thought herself a virgin and that her son could take her virginity, but she didn't comment except to say, "Here it goes." She plunged the vibrator in, in one slow but non-stop movement. It had a string on one end so it could easily retrieved after being fully inserted, and when Suzanne was done all that could still be seen was that string.

In fact, it was quite a small vibrator, less than half the width of Alan's fully erect penis and not nearly as long, but one would have never known that from Susan's intense reaction. She cried out, "Oh, Alan!" and swooned. 

She came so hard that Suzanne had to grab her to prevent her from hitting her head on the poolside concrete. Since Suzanne was just getting started, she figured that most of Susan's excitement must have come from imagining the vibrator really was Alan's full erection.

"How does it feel?" Suzanne asked. "Pretty good, eh?" 

"It feels ... filling. Fulfilling," she finally answered. "I'm so happy imagining that it's Alan Junior that I'm having a hard time holding back the tears. He loves me!" 

"Well, that's-"

"Oh my GOOOOODDD!" Susan cried.

"You like that, eh?" Suzanne chuckled. "That's nothing. Just think how it'll feel to good it'll feel to have Alan's real pussy-splitter in there." 

"No! No way! Oh my GOD! This feels too good already! Promise me you'll never put anything in there thicker than Alan Junior. I want him to be the ultimate experience." 

"I promise."

Suzanne taught Susan a lot about vibrators that day. But after having more fun with the vibrator, the two went inside for fear of getting too much sun. 

But the day was long. After the two of them had rested a bit, Suzanne showed Susan an egg-shaped vibrator, which was especially good for clitoris stimulation. It buzzed and shook inside Susan while Suzanne took another one and stuck it in her own pussy.

"God, how many dildos do you carry around with you in your bag?" Susan asked in wonder. "And I thought I was naughty!"

The two of them were still laughing when the phone rang. It turned out to be Susan's husband, calling from Thailand. Susan was no longer bothered by thoughts of morality, religion, or infidelity when it came to Ron. She chatted amicably with him while Suzanne plunged the vibrating egg in and out of her happy friend. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 33



Susan loved the irony of being pleasured while on the phone, but she couldn't keep up her end of the conversation very convincingly. She made up an excuse that someone was at the door and cut the call off early.

"How's your tiny-dicked husband doing?" Suzanne asked as soon as the phone was put down.

"Suzanne. That's not nice." 

"But you were just calling him a pencil-dick." 

"I know, but he's MY husband. Despite everything I still have some lingering loyalty to him. Somehow, it's okay for me to insult him, but not you. Anyway, are you trying to get me in trouble? I could barely keep from moaning out loud." 

Suzanne took the opportunity to begin doing so. She joked, "In any case, I think it's more politically correct to call him my 'thick penis-challenged husband.'" 

They both had a good laugh. "Was there any special reason for him calling?" Suzanne asked. 

"No. It was just his usual twice a month phone call. Thank God he's not coming home anytime soon, he says. He might come back for Christmas. I can't believe how uppity I got when he was here a few weeks ago. What a waste of good cocksucking time that was! So much has changed since. Just imagine if he had one of those video cameras, and saw me lying naked with you pushing that plastic cock in and out of me even while talking to him on the phone! God, it makes me SO HOT!" 

Now that Ron had been brought up, Suzanne said, "By the way, speaking of Ron, I heard a bit more from the investigator in Thailand about him."

Susan's arousal came crashing down and her anxiety shot up. "Oh really? And what's the latest?"

"Well, as far as STD's go, everything is still thumbs up there. It'll take about six months to be 100% sure for all diseases, but I think you can breathe easy on that front."

"Good. And?"

"And, the rest is not so pretty. You want proof that he's been sleeping with guys? We've got proof. Stomach churning proof. Do you want to see it?"

Susan considered that for a while, then finally said, "No. What's the point? I trust you implicitly. However, the kids might want to see it. Which reminds me, we should tell them." She sighed heavily. 

"Agreed."

"So this is it, huh? There's really no other way to look at it. My whole marriage was a sham. Heck, my whole LIFE was a sham. I was completely deluded about everything. Suzanne, if it wasn't for you, I might still be living that nightmare!" Susan started to tear up. "You're just about the best friend a person could ever have. What would I do without you?!" The trickle of tears was becoming a torrent as she let her feelings flow. 

Suzanne was feeling guilty when Susan said "I trust you implicitly," given that Suzanne had been lying to and tricking her about sexual things on a fairly regular basis, ever since she set the six times a day scheme in motion. However, she thought back to how Susan's life was before and how much happier and fulfilled Susan was now, and felt much better. These are just white lies. Pretty huge white lies, but white lies just the same. I'll slowly clue her in so I don't have to lie anymore, and someday we'll all look back on this and laugh. 

But with Susan crying, Suzanne pushed those thoughts aside and devoted her attention to giving comfort. She embraced her in a comforting hug. Despite the fact that they were both wearing next to nothing, for once there was no trace of any sexuality in their touches.

Suzanne said, "There, there. It's gonna be all right. This is good news. Now you can get on with your new life. You new life with your Tiger. Just imagine if Ron came home from Christmas. You might have to go for DAYS without so much as a handjob! And think about Alan and how much he'd suffer blue balls." 

"Yes," Susan sobbed, "It would be awful. Awful!" She cried into Suzanne's shoulder some more.

"Well, why are you crying then? Having Ron turn out to be gay is one of the best things that ever happened to you."

"i know that, in theory. But I think back to the good times. My wedding, for instance. Walking down the aisle with Ron's arm in mine, I thought he was the greatest. But it was all a lie! I was a fool! I'm so easily led. It burns. I feel my heart burning!" She broke into a new round of sobs.

Suzanne let her cry a bit so she could purge her feelings. Then she took action. "There, there. Try not to think about Ron. He's history. Think about your new life, your new love. Think about Alan. I'm going to help you get a divorce and I'm going to guarantee you'll never want for money, either. You're not just my best friend; that doesn't even begin to cover it. You're a big recipient in my will, for starters. But think: if Ron is gone from this house for good, what does that mean?"

Susan's tears were drying up and she stared while thinking. Then she said, haltingly, "He's... really... the man of the house now, isn't he? He is!" She perked up a bit. 

"That's right. And once your divorce goes through, you'll have no legal or social obligations to Ron at all. That'll make you that much more one of Alan's girls."

"Well, that is a silver lining. Believe me, I've been thinking a lot about that."

"Yeah, but I don't know if you've really thought it through. For instance, you sleep in the master bedroom now, which is called that because that's where Ron and you used to sleep. But Alan's bedroom really should be the Master bedroom now, isn't it?"

That gave Susan a crooked grin. "It is."

"Look. Whenever you feel down, just remember that I love you, Katherine loves you, Amy loves you, and Alan loves you. And we all need you." 

Susan sniffled as she cuddled closer, "I need to be needed."

"You are! For starters, what would Alan's rampant erection do without you? It pains me to say this, but I dare saw that you've become his very favorite cocksucker."

"You think so?"

"I know so! Just picture that big slab of manly cock flesh right now, crying out to be stroked and licked. But that's not even the half of it! Once Alan starts fucking you, you won't even remember Ron's name!"

"Who?" Susan joked.

"That's the spirit!" 

"Boy, I do feel better. And a bit horny too. You're like my Rock of Gibraltar. You know exactly what to say to me. Thank you."

"My pleasure," Suzanne said honestly. She reached up and pinched Susan's nipple. "Mmmm. That feels so good. Don't get me started again."

"Too late. Come on, we're both naked and tangled together - how can we not get started? I know! Let's practice greeting each other again!"

"I'm quite mad at you," Susan said in mock anger as she lent in to kiss her friend. "Keeping dildos and your sexy body away from me all these years! How could you?"

The two of them practiced with dildos for many more hours. Suzanne refrained from giving or receiving any pussy licking because that didn't further her goal of getting Susan's pussy too sore to fuck. She did succeed in reaching that goal though, and then some.

CHAPTER 5

Meanwhile, back at school Alan was determined to make a change. As soon as first period ended and he walked into the busy hallway for the five minute break to get to the next class, he saw Heather pushing through the crowd, headed directly for him. 

He thought, I know what's going to happen. She's going to want me to do even more sexual stuff. But I'm putting my foot down. It's time to slow things down so I have the energy to properly focus on the women I love the best, not my mention have time for my homework. Now is when I have to spell it out.

As Heather came up, Alan preempted her and said, "Hey Heather. How was your weekend?" He was making idle chatter, aware that others could hear. 

Heather gave a short, routine reply, "Enh. Same ol', same ol'."

He continued before she could say more, "I could really use a smoke next period. Why don't we go share a smoke, if you know what I mean? I'm sure Kim, Joy, and Janice would like one too."

That was the code language to meet in the theater room during the next break. Sure enough, an hour later, Alan quickly made his way to the theater room and found the four cheerleaders he specified already there. 

Time was tight with only a five minute break, so Heather started talking before he even finished closing the door. "Nice to see you, Alan. I'm glad you called us together because we've got some urgent painting needs to discuss. It seems that Joy and Janice want to go without underwear for the week again, and Kim does too. I'm half tempted myself. I was thinking that maybe we could get the whole team-"

Alan cut her off. "Now, wait a minute. I know what you're going to say. You want me to be the painter again. I applaud your sexual freedom and daring, but I can't help out this time, or on any other week. I have other responsibilities during lunch and after school."

Kim, meanwhile, was already moving in to jack Alan off while he stood there and talked. She didn't care if that was wildly inappropriate to the mood or if there wasn't time, she just wanted her hands on a penis. She generally hated men but loved penises. She was successful in undoing his fly with a loud zipping sound.

But then Alan literally brushed her hands away, saying, "Thanks Kim, but not now." 

She reluctantly took a couple of steps back.

Then to the whole group, he went on, "Sorry. I really like all of you, but that's how it goes. The painting is easy. Anyone can do it and I can help with the supplies. You don't need me to be the one with the brush."

His lecture didn't go over too well. However, they could see that he was unusually determined. 

Janice spoke first and used his comments as an excuse to get another dig in at her enemy. "Thanks a ton, Heather." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Looks like you're such a bitch that you put him off of all of us."

Heather shot back, "Hey, you brainless twat, the pot calls the kettle black. I'll have you know that-"

Alan interrupted again. "Stuff it, you two. This recent bickering is annoying me, but that's not the main problem. The problem is, I have to be somewhere else at lunch."

Heather looked at him skeptically. "Your job with Ms. Rhymer, I presume." She said the word "job" as if it deserved quote marks.

"Yes," he said defiantly. "It's a very important job. I help her with some routine tasks like filing papers, filling out forms, engaging in routine..."

Joy snidely whispered to Janice, "He's filling something of Ms. Rhymer's and it's not a form."

However, Alan overheard that and stopped in mid-sentence. "Joy, I heard that, and I resent it. This job is completely on the level."

Heather was clever. She suggested, "Then I suppose you won't mind if we sit in on your little lunch work sessions every day. Starting today. What do you think, girls? Doesn't that sound like fun?" 

The others all vocally agreed.

Alan's confident demeanor faltered for a second, but then he put on a hurt face. "I'm insulted. All of you! Don't you trust what I'm-"

Heather now cut him off. "Come on, Alan. You can fool everyone else with this Ms. Rhymer's assistant shit, because most folks still think you're the goody-goody nerdy type. Old stereotypes die hard. But we know better. Whenever you split your lunch time and come running from her classroom to here, you're practically doused in her perfume. A couple of times you even had traces of her lipstick here and there. Don't insult our intelligence."

Alan was flummoxed. He paused for some long moments. Even though he was pretty much caught red-handed, he decided not to admit anything, no matter what. "Look, I really don't know what you're talking about. Not EVERYTHING is about sex, you know. I'm also trying to get into a top notch university and stuff like this is going to look very good on my applications."

Heather, obviously not believing a word he'd said, replied, "Oh, come on, who do you think you're fooling? What kind of virile teenaged guy, given the choice of fucking any of the school's cheerleaders or grading papers, is going to pick grading papers? The only way you'd turn down the likes of centerfold material, such as myself" - she briefly struck a pose for him - "is if you have someone else to fuck. You're with Ms. Rhymer, she's admittedly reasonably attractive, although she can't hold a candle to me, ergo, you're fucking her."

Alan tried to play upon Heather's great ego. "If you're the hottest sex bomb in school, then why would I spend so much time with her instead of you, even if it was fucking? That makes no sense."

"I don't know," Heather said more defensively, "but that's what's happening. I'm going to prove it, and I'm going to fix it. Either you come to your senses and fuck me regularly just like you promised in our parking lot deal or I'll let everyone know just what you and Glory are really up to." 

Kim, though, piped up. "Come on, Heather. As much as I'd like more of Alan's time, I'm not going to blackmail him and fuck up his life and a teacher's life. You go too far." 

It seemed the others wanted to say the same thing, but Kim just happened to be the first. There were a few "yeah's." Janice added, "Heather, you are desPICable!" 

Alan tried the high road approach. "Heather, people say a lot of nasty things about you, but I think you're better than that. I admire you. You tease and try your best brinkmanship, but you're not the kind of person to actually blackmail someone." He belatedly added, "Not that you'd have any blackmail material since nothing's happened between her and me in the first place." 

Heather found herself saying, "Yeah, I guess blackmail is a bit low." In actual fact she would have done it in a heartbeat, but she realized that she'd be foolish to bite the hand that fed her. She'd hoped the threat would be enough to get him to cave in, but was surprised that he didn't. She knew that if she actually followed through, she'd make an enemy out of him and that would endanger her ever feeling the fullness of being invaded by his big dick again. 

But that didn't slow her down much. She was already thinking up new angles.

Alan spoke. "Look, everyone. Let's call a spade a spade. You don't need me to paint. That's just an excuse so we can get together and fuck and have fun. I'm open to that, sometimes, but I have an official girlfriend now, Amy, and there's my responsibilities with Glory, I mean, Ms. Rhymer, and there are some others too. I'm spread thin. Janice, Joy, and Heather, you all have boyfriends, don't you? In fact, Heather, you have a whole bunch of boy toys from what I understand. Let's get together on special occasions sometimes and your boyfriends will take care of you the rest of the time. Is that so bad?"

The others mumbled and grumbled but didn't overtly contest his suggestion. 

Alan looked up at the clock. "Would you look at the time? We're all going to be late to class. I've got to run. We can talk about this some more later. And I trust that if we're going to remain friends, none of you will stab me in the back and ruin our special arrangement by doing anything stupid like blackmail or spreading lies about me and Ms. Rhymer, right? I wouldn't be able to see ANY of you any more at all, if that were to happen, because I wouldn't know who was responsible for telling." He stared right at Heather as he said most of this. "Later!"

He finally remembered to zip up his open fly, and then took off. His statement about not knowing who would tell was true, but it was also a subtle bit of blackmail that was clear to all. Despite his protestations against blackmail, he figured he had to play hardball when it came to Heather. 

As he closed the door behind him, he thought, Phew. That went much better than I expected. They're really all right. Even Heather seemed reasonable. I thought she might try something like that, but looks like she won't actually go through with it. That's a big load off my mind.

But as the others made to go, Heather said to them, "Wait a sec. You all agree with me that he must be boning Ms. Rhymer, right?"

The others nodded, even Janice. 

"Sure he is. And I, for one, am not going to stand for it. There's only lunch time for her or for us, not both. But don't you see? We don't have to blackmail him or the teacher. We only have to get them to break up, and there are lots of ways to do that. Then he'll be ours, each and every lunch. I've got a plan forming in my mind that involves a video camera. Who's with me?"

There were no takers. 

Janice flipped Heather the bird. "Heather, you make me sick. I'm not happy if he chooses that teacher over us, but that's his choice. I'm not going to go around ruining people's lives if they aren't fucking me over. I mean, sure, he's fun to play with, but he's not like THAT amazing. Stop being so greedy."

The others basically agreed though they weren't so blatant about it. With time short, they all left the room after only a little more conversation. 

But Heather wasn't about to give up. She thought to herself, So. That's the way it's going to be. Everyone else always lets me down. Even my best friend Simone sometimes doesn't have the stomach to do what needs to be done.

Screw them all. I'm going to do whatever it takes to get what I want. Get between him and Ms. Rhymer? Easy as pie. They're in such a vulnerable position. Get between him and Amy? Even easier. Amy's a complete pushover. I could probably talk her into eating her own shoe. And what about these mysterious others he's boning? I have a very strong hint that at least one of them has a name that sounds a lot like Katherine, and she looks a lot like his sister. Incest. Man, I can knock that one out of the park with my eyes closed. I've got so much on Alan that he'll HAVE to take me as his girlfriend. I just need to do a little legwork, get some evidence, lay some plans... 

I am Heather Morgan, queen of this school! No one gets the better of me!

CHAPTER 6

Alan's fourth period class taught by Glory seemed quite strange. 

In the middle of a lecture, Glory suddenly announced a surprise test in the form of an in-class essay. The students would have to spend the rest of the class writing an answer to a question she posed. 

Alan suspected that she made up the test and the question on the spot.

Then she got up to leave, saying that she'd be back shortly. On her way out she stopped by Alan's desk and slipped him a note she'd just written during the first couple of minutes of their essay assignment. It read,

My dear favorite Young Man,

This is incredibly dangerous writing you a note like this; our affair is probably going to get me fired one of these days. But that just makes me all the more aroused! Crazy, huh? I got so hot looking at you and thinking about what we're going to do during lunch that I can't take it any more. I have to go fuck myself in the bathroom right now or else I'm liable to start fingering myself right in front of everyone. I started thinking what if I just pretend to be scratching an itch between my legs, maybe no one will notice. I almost did it, too, standing in front of the blackboard, and only refrained because I knew that once I started touching myself down there I wouldn't be able to stop! Stop me the next time you see me starting to do something crazy in class like that! 

I'm going to go take the edge off with a couple of climaxes. Know that while you write your essay, I'm in a bathroom stall down the hallway with my skirt up above my ass and my fingers deep in my hole, thinking only of you. I want you to fuck me. Hard. For the whole forty minutes of lunch. Drill me! Every single instant that you can! Get ready to whip your clothes off in record time because I want your monster teacher-pounder to be in me before the last student closes the door. Good luck finishing your essay while you think about all that, tee hee hee!




Six Times a Day Pt. 33



I'm so ready for this interminable class to be over. If you even think about running off to your cheerleader friends today, I'm going to have to strangle you to death with my bare hands, and I'm only half kidding. You're making me crazy with lust! 

Please utterly destroy this note. I think going to the bathroom at the end of class and eating it isn't too extreme a safety precaution. I only wish you could join me in the ladies room right now, but don't!

Love,

Glory 

Alan looked around and noticed with relief that everyone was so busy with their tests that they didn't even notice he'd been handed a note. He pondered what a huge scandal it would be if anyone else had read it. 

Alan tried to get back to work. But needless to say, he had trouble finishing his essay. All he could think about was Glory jilling herself in the bathroom at that very moment. 

But by and by, he began to think about tangential things. Not only did the note arouse him, it also made him wonder if Glory might not be getting too excitable and possessive. 

In the end, he switched from writing about the assigned topic to writing about all the things he was going to do to Glory at lunch. As soon as he made the change, his stalled pen started to fly across the page. He figured that she'd get a kick out of reading it later.

He actually did eat the note in the bathroom by excusing himself for a bathroom break not long before the period ended. 

Finally, the end of class came. Glory and Alan waited until the last student closed the door, then Alan went to lock it. He started fumbling with his clothes, but Glory just sat back in her chair, seemingly in no hurry at all. 

The first words Alan said were, "Aren't you gonna get naked? Like the note said?"

Glory chuckled. "That was before I got off in the bathroom. Three times, actually. I'm much better now. I have my self control back. If you would have caught me fifteen minutes ago, I would have promised you anything and worshipped your cock like it was the god of a new religion. But now that we're all relaxed..."

"Hey. You're relaxed. I'm still bursting with cum." Alan finished taking his clothes off, despite her toying with him.

She smiled naughtily. "Correction. Now that I'm all relaxed, let's do this right. I'm up for playing a role play. How about you?"

Alan groaned. He wanted instant relief and this meant more delay. But he was always polite and amenable, and role plays with her were lots of fun. "Dang it. Okay, but let's make this quick. I'll play the naked student who sees his beautiful history teacher behind her desk and walks straight up to her and fucks her silly." He walked towards her, intent on carrying that out.

Glory laughed. "Very cute. Far too realistic though. Come up with something better."

Alan was positively peeved. She seems to think we have all the time in the world. What's with her? Is this her way of reasserting herself after cravenly begging for cock on the phone over the weekend? That would make sense. But she can only have the control to do it if she gets off first. Grrr. Well, I'll show her a role play!

"Okay, Glory. But you do as I say, and don't waste time. First off, I'm gonna turn off the light and shut the blinds." He immediately started doing so. "It's night time. You've stayed extra late at school, grading papers. You went to your car, but it wouldn't start. There was no one around to help. So now you're walking home. Get up and start walking."

Glory did so. She more or less walked in place, since there wasn't far to go in walking from one side of the classroom to the other. But she did make forward progress ever so slowly. 

Alan meanwhile continued letting down the Venetian blinds on all the windows, one by one. The room was becoming quite dark.

"Okay. Good," he said. "Unfortunately, you have to walk through a bad neighborhood to get home. A very, very bad neighborhood. It's late. It's dark. You're scared. As you walk down a dark alley way, you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. You turn around, but there's no one there. The steps have stopped. But when you start up again, they start up too. You keep walking. The steps are coming closer. You stop again." 

Glory actually stopped each time he had her stopping in his narrative. She looked over her shoulder.

Alan was still pulling down blinds, but he finally finished. He rushed his naked body over towards Glory but there was nowhere for him to hide in a wide open room. But she was past her desk by now, more or less standing behind where she usually sat, so he crouched down and hid below the side of her desk.

He continued, "You start walking again now, but you're scared."

Glory spoke. "I am!"

"Good. The footsteps resume. They're coming closer. Closer." He stood up. Looking around for something to use, he grabbed a ruler off of the desk. Then he rushed behind Glory and drew the ruler across her neck. It had a metal edge on one side, and he put that edge up to her skin. 

She shuddered when she felt the cold metal because she momentarily thought he really did have a knife. 

He whispered in a low and gravelly voice, "Lady, your money or your life!"

Glory was trembling, though Alan couldn't tell if it was acting or if he'd successfully set the scene. She whispered back, "Take what you want. Anything. Just don't hurt me!"

Alan paused. He breathed down her neck. "Anything, huh?" He started to trace the shape of her collar bone with the edge of the ruler. His voice was gravelly and ugly, not gravelly and sexy like Suzanne's. 

She shivered again. She was really getting into it. 

"Hmm. You're a pretty nice lookin' lady. Too bad you were walking down here. Almost makes me think you were asking for it."

"For what?"

"To get raped. By a real nasty man." Alan suddenly dropped the ruler to just below her skirt and used it to pull the skirt up. Then, holding the skirt with a hand, he used the ruler to pull her panties down. He ripped the panties in the process, which he thought was an appropriate touch. Then he poked at her pussy with the ruler. 

She gasped. 

He felt around her crotch with his other hand, reaching through her legs.

"A-ha! You're wet. What kind of hussy would be wet from the instant a dirty man starts to touch her in a dark alleyway?" He sloshed his finger around her pussy lips - they were very wet indeed. 

Glory made a signal with her hands and said, "Time out. Alan, that's no fair. I was wet from before. I was soaked before we even started, just thinking what we'd do."

"But why are you so freely flowing right now? You're about as drippy as I've ever seen you." He diddled with her clit until she let out a tortured moan. 

She protested, "But that's only because I know it's you and I'm not really being raped. I don't get turned on by rape. I'm a liberated woman."

He brought the ruler back up to her neck, only now it reeked of and dripped her pussy juices. "That may be. All I know is you can't say this isn't turning you on. The time out is over."

He suddenly drew the ruler across her neck, pressing into her skin a little. She shuddered again, and Alan realized that she just came. 

He whispered right into her ear with his ugly voice, "Nice lady, I don't want your money. Or, I don't want just your money. I think I'll fuck you first. Then I'm going to take you back to the warehouse where my whole gang is going to fuck you silly. We're going to tie you up and drench you in cum. There's gonna be nasty men pounding into every hole all at once. You're going to be a sperm receptacle until you can't walk. Then we'll take your cum-glazed body and throw it into the street so other nasty men can find you and do the same to you. If you're walking home, expect it to take you a couple weeks of hard core fucking before you get there."

Glory suddenly turned around, looked at Alan right in the eye, and said angrily, "Okay, young man, that's it! I've had enough!"

Alan wasn't sure what she meant. He wondered, Did I go too far? By using rape as a fantasy did I cross an uncrossable line of bad taste?

But it wasn't her intention to complain. She literally ripped her blouse open. Buttons went flying everywhere. Within seconds she had her skirt off and her bra off. Her sleeves and panty hose still remained only because she couldn't be bothered to take the time to get them off. She said huskily, "Enough playing around. Fuck me already, you nasty man! And don't lose the ruler!"

Alan roughly pulled her to the floor, and she mewled with great pleasure as he did so. He growled, "Here ya go, nice lady! Take my big, fat, smelly cock, because it's gonna fill your hole and then some!"

She cried, "No! Don't! NoooOOOOoooo!"

For once, Alan knew not to listen, and not stop. He pushed in deep, and fucked her hard and fast.

She replied with alternate cries of "Don't!" and then "Stop!" "Don't!" "Stop!" Eventually the thrusts were coming so fast that the don'ts and stops were blurring into each other. Finally, she was very clearly and deliberately yelling, "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Alan in fact didn't stop. These fast, intense fucks were usually over quickly, but not this time. He focused hard on not cumming, and held out a remarkably long time. It seemed that in what was still a less than ten minute fuck, he fucked her in every conceivable position. First he lay on top of her, then with barely a pause he flipped her over, then he pulled her up and bent her over her desk and fucked her doggy style. Then, dramatically, he swept the desk clean, laid her across it, draped her legs over each side and then fucked her there.

The entire time, he remained in character, grunting and moaning with a low, menacing, and rough voice. As he picked up Glory and put her on her desk, he muttered, "Move it, pretty lady." 

All that caused whimpers and sighs of delight in Glory. 

When she got so excited that she started screaming loudly and piercingly, Amy-style, Alan clasped a hand over her mouth and muffled her cries. He realized with pleasure that that was not only necessary to prevent their being found it, but it was also in keeping with the role play.

He literally fucked her backwards down the desk. They both came in an Earth-shattering climax before Glory reached the other end of the desk. 

Then they just lay in place on the desk, huffing and puffing for many minutes.

When they finished, the first thing Glory said was, "I always wanted to do that 'don't stop' thing. 'Don't. Stop. Don't. Stop. Don't stop! Don't stop!' But I never actually did, even with my boyfriend of two plus years. He would have found it childish. You, on the other hand, young man, make me lose all my inhibitions. Whatever am I going to do with you?" She playfully traced her finger along his jaw.

Alan replied in his low rapist voice, "Sorry 'bout that lady. I'm sure we'll find 'em here in the alley somewhere. Now, speaking of missing, where did you put your purse? I still want your money."

She laughed and nudged him in the arm. "Curse you, young man. You just fuck too well and you're far too clever. I could never have imagined that you could equal our first fuck, but you just about did it. Damn! Not only did you knock my pencil sharpener to the floor and break it, but you ripped my blouse. Good thing I figured you'd do that one of these days and kept some spare clothes in my closet."

Alan just smiled while thinking, I ripped her blouse? Ha! Talk about instant revisionist history. He too was a bit surprised how intense their love-making could get. Glory seemed to bring something special out of him, and the role plays helped a lot too.

As they sat in the afterglow, cradling each other in casual embrace, Glory commented, "You realize I'll never look at THAT ruler in the same way again, don't you? I'll have to get a new ruler that looks completely different from that one if I ever hope to teach with dry panties again. That one goes back to my apartment. I may break it out from time to time for 'special assignments,' if you know what I mean."

He answered, "I actually know exactly what you mean. I have an image of you standing in front of the classroom holding a ruler and stroking it up and down like you were jacking off a penis. That was just a few weeks ago, but I'm sure it's permanently burned into my brain forever. In fact, isn't it the same ruler?"

She smiled in fond remembrance. "In fact, it is. This puppy definitely goes into the ruler hall of fame." She looked at the ruler, beaming. 

But then she looked at him with concern. "But you ARE a bastard, you realize that? I was so keen on regaining some respect in your eyes after what you did to me over the weekend. I had half a mind to spank you really hard today. That's what I fantasized about all last night. But then you had to have this rape role play and expose me as being even more beholden to your glorious man-muscle. That's just plain cruel."

"Sorry. I was just feeling pissed off all of a sudden and decided to run with the emotion. It really wasn't an intentional thing. I just want to have fun."

"Never you mind. But know that you have a surprise spanking in your very near future, young man." She winked. "I'm shocked at the things that you reveal are arousing me. In this case I plead that it wasn't really the rape fantasy so much as knowing how you were going to blow my brains out with the way you fuck. And of course you did. But the good news is, we still have a goodly amount of time left. I've got another surprise test for you. Show me how good you are at licking a cunt. Three climaxes for your teacher is an A."

Alan saluted. "Yes, ma'am. ... Oh. By the way, you don't have to worry about me running off to the cheerleaders any more. I told Heather and her pals that my lunches will be spent only with you from now on. Turns out they pretty much guessed what we've been up to. I still denied everything. At least they've sworn to keep quiet." He bent down, ready to start licking.

But Glory held him back. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait one minute. How did they suspect?" 

Alan had a hard time coming up with an answer. But in the end he decided that with Glory's job potentially on the line if she got found out, he needed to give her the whole truth. "It's kind of embarrassing. They seem to think that you're beautiful, and I like having sex with beautiful women, ergo, if you and I are alone it means we're having sex. The flipside of the argument is, what would a perpetually horny teenaged boy rather do for lunch? Fuck cheerleaders silly or innocently grade papers?"

"That's it?" Glory asked. 

"Yeah, that's it. They don't have any hard proof so I'm going to keep stonewalling." He finished bending down said and put his tongue to work.

Glory moaned "Oh, Alan!" in response to both his tongue finding her clit and the good news. But after the happy surprise wore off, she began to consider the implications. This is so dangerous. Now a bunch of young, gossipy girls could hold my career in their hands. Especially Heather. I know that Heather. She doesn't like to lose. I'll bet that she's going to strike back, and I'll naturally be in the sights of her guns. But I'm no pushover. Bring it on, baby, bring it on!

At that very moment, Heather stood outside the door to Glory's classroom. She had a cup up to the door, which allowed her to hear some of what was happening inside. Thanks to excellent sound proofing she couldn't hear any of the words and in fact she could barely hear anything at all. But from time to time she'd just barely catch what she guessed was the sound of a woman's scream. 

She smiled smugly. A-ha! I was right. Naturally. I'm always right. And Alan obviously is the stud I said he was. If a woman is hot and Alan sees her, he's gonna be banging her over a table before too long. 

Shit. It's going to be hard to keep that wandering cock all to myself. But I'm gonna do it or my name isn't Heather Morgan. Heh! 

Had Heather been able to hear Glory's "bring it on, baby" challenge, she would have looked Glory right in the eyes and replied, "Don't worry. I'll bring it on and then some. You're going down!"

CHAPTER 7

Ironically, given Alan's new resolution to distance himself from the cheerleaders, the first thing he did after school was go and fuck three of them. 

Monday afternoon normally meant another "S-Club" meeting (or "S-A-Club meeting" as everyone but Alan now called them), now that Katherine and Alan were no longer grounded. 

Alan was going to cancel it due to his huge homework load, but then Kim announced at the end of school that Amy would be joining them as well. He realized what a good and fun idea that was, so he couldn't resist the invitation. He figured it didn't really go against his new cheerleader stance, since two of the cheerleaders in question were Amy and Katherine.

Alan, Katherine, and Amy drove together. When they got to Kim's house, Alan was surprised to see that the girls all went to Kim's room and sat down, fully clothed, and started acting as if they really were in a normal club. 

Kim sat in a chair facing the other three sitting on her bed and appeared to lead the meeting. She pounded on her arm rest and said with an amused smirk on her face, "The meeting of the Service Alan Club will come to order."

Katherine immediately raised her hand.

Kim called on her. "Yes, Katherine?"

Alan's sister spoke in a mock officious and nerdy tone. "I suggest we all get naked and immediately start servicing Alan. It is, after all, the core mission of our organization."

Kim smiled and nodded in agreement. "Indeed. If I may quote the mission statement of our organization, which I've memorized, 'Service Alan with our cunts, asses, tits, and mouths. Drain him dry.' It's pretty simple, really. Does any one second the motion?"

Amy raised her hand. "I do. But I want to make clear that we're all united in determination to make Alan feel so horny and so good that he doesn't know up from down. Maybe we can put that in the official record or something. I propose we start by having one girl strip the clothes off another while the third begins cocksucking without further ado."

Kim replied, "I agree. Katherine what do you think of that suggestion? Oooh. Looks like Amy has already nominated herself for the cocksucking part. You go, girl. That's what our organization needs: take charge go-getters!" 

Amy had dropped between Alan's legs and had his penis far down her throat in a near deep throating. 

Kim said to Katherine, "That leaves you and me to get started with the visual stimulation. All in favor say 'aye' or wrap your tongue around a cock and pump it between your lips."

Alan, Kim, and Katherine said "aye." 

Alan then announced gleefully, "I can safely say that Amy voted yes as well." 

"Good." Kim stood up, then reached out a hand and helped Katherine up. "Katherine, we at the Service Alan Club have to acknowledge that since you're his sister, he gets most aroused by you and fucks you the most. Not to mention, you have a damn fine body which we all adore. So it's only appropriate that you strip first. All in favor of that motion say 'aye' or stick your finger up Alan's ass."

Alan gasped. "Oh! I can again confirm Amy joined in with the ayes." He also realized that Amy somehow was managing to take off her own clothes even while mostly keeping her hands on his privates. She enjoyed rubbing her nipples across the skin of his legs at every opportunity.

Kim put on a collection of James Brown's greatest hits. 

Katherine stood before Alan and began dancing to the funky beat while Kim, also dancing, worked on removing her friend's clothes. There was a lot of licking and kissing and fondling. Before long, a good deal of Kim's clothing came off too. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 34



Six Times a Day, Part 34: Under Pressure

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 19)

Alan woke up the next morning feeling quite refreshed. He lingered in bed, recalling the mini-orgy with the cheerleaders the afternoon before and then the evening mini-orgy at home that had followed after. Life was good.

Then the bad news hit him like a ton of bricks: he had another big test in mere hours and he hadn't studied at all. He was bound to get another F, to go along with the one he got the day before. Too much fucking, not enough studying, he berated himself. But with the women in my life at least, it's not really a fair competition.

He sighed and rolled out of bed. He'd set his alarm clock to wake him up half an hour early to have some sexual fun before school, so he at least consoled himself with that prospect.

He strolled down to the kitchen for breakfast and was met by a sight that nearly knocked him over. His mother Susan was up early as well and already working in the kitchen, dressed like a French maid. She had the stereotypical black cloth with white frills maid's outfit. She even had the visor-shaped white hair band and a big ribbon-styled white bow on the back. There was another bow and more frills around her neck. 

Alan had no idea where or when she'd found the outfit, especially since it was no ordinary maid's uniform. (In actual fact, Suzanne had bought it on one of her erotic clothing shopping sprees but had waited until Susan was mentally ready for it before giving it to her.)

Like the nighties Susan preferred lately, the outfit was strategically designed to be just a little too short. Or actually, much too short. If she was standing still, Alan would be able to see about an inch or two of her pussy from the front. In the back, half of her ass was exposed no matter what she did. If she bent or moved at all, any 98 year old man who'd been impotent for years would get the hard-on of his life. 

And on top, just about as much of her boobs were exposed as could be possible without the nipples popping out - if she was standing perfectly still. From armpit to armpit there was virtually no covering at all, except for two patches of fabric rising from below the boobs that reached up just enough to cover the nipples. At least, they did for most women. Because Susan was so well endowed, there was no chance any part of her nipples would be covered at all.

Susan was very proud of herself and her outfit. She had been whistling the tune to the Monty Python "Every Sperm Is Sacred" song, but she stopped and said, "Good morning, Tiger. Do you like my new dress?" She deliberately kept her back to him to make sure he got the full effect of how the outfit looked from the rear.

"Hot damn! Mom, that's even better than your aprons. Why am I so lucky to have you dress like this?"

Susan smiled. "Well, Xania taught me many things. I learned that when a mommy has a son with a ten-inch cock bursting with sperm-"

"Eight, actually," Alan corrected. "Almost eight." He looked down at his crotch and watched his penis swell to its full size within seconds. 

"Well, we need to remeasure it because I'm SURE it's ten. At the very least! Maybe it's had a growth spurt. But in any case, mommies have to service and serve all that cock. That's what good mommies do. But it's especially important for me to do, because I'm a porn mom! I figure this will help you get my attention, if you know what I mean. But I'm only going to break it out on Tuesdays to help keep that day extra special." She wiggled her ass, hoping he'd be inspired to "get her attention" immediately. 

But Alan remained standing in place, at least for the moment. "I like! More than like - I'm in awe. Is there any way to make Tuesdays come more than once a week?"

"Awww. That's my cutie Tiger." She decided to reward him for his compliment by finally turning to face him. She twisted her body at the waist so that she could wiggle her ass at him while giving him a good view of her heaving and jiggling boobs at the same time. What little fabric there was in the front served as a stiff shelf so her rack sat even further out in front of her than usual.

He cried out, "Whoa! So intense!" He whipped his penis out of his shorts as fast as he could and rapidly closed the distance to his mother. 

She turned away from him and bent over, so he could "get her attention." She held onto the counter in front of her with her hands, while her forehead rested against it. She did it that way so her boobs would be free to dangle straight down enticingly.

Alan reached out and grabbed her ass the way he'd been doing every morning lately, but he didn't stop there. He kissed her all over the neck and shoulders, and nibbled on her earlobes. 

Susan moaned and wiggled in delight. 

So far he'd avoided her breasts, and that was for a reason. He said, "My, you certainly are a cute maid. I'm glad to see my mom got someone to help with all the cleaning up we need around here. All she seems to know how to do any more is suck her son's cock all day long."

Susan replied, "Oopsie! I think there's been some kind of mistake. I was explicitly hired to help suck cock. I'm supposed to help clean up, but mainly by licking up all the cum you're gonna deposit on my face and chest."

Alan's heart started racing as he thought about that. "Two Susans double teaming on Alan Junior all day long, eh? The mind boggles!" 

She pouted, "Not all day, unfortunately. Yesterday you made me go HOURS and HOURS without son cock. That's why I'm wearing this uniform, to make sure you don't deprive me this time."

Alan joked, "Oh, so that's the real you after all. Glad to see you, Mom. Maybe you can help me out. I'm looking for a sex cow. I was told there was one around here somewhere." He continued to grope the backside of an obscenely bent over Susan.

"That's me! That's me!" Susan answered eagerly. "I'm your sex cow! Moo!"

"Oh, good. Because it's time for your morning milking."

"Morning milking?" She said with a raising excitement in her voice. "Whatever do you mean by that?"

"If I've learned one thing recently, it's that your tits have NEEDS. Very important needs. They must be sucked, groped, pulled, yanked, and yes, even fucked, on a daily basis. In short, they must be milked every day."

"Fucking son of a bitch YES!" She threw her head back in exaltation. "CHRIST, you're a good son! Do it, Son! DO my tits in EVERY WAY! OWN my tits! Possess them! MILK them! They need you! What are you waiting for already?!" She appeared to be on the edge of a climax just from his words.

Despite his talk, Alan's hands had yet to move from her back and shoulders. They weren't even touching her ass, though his penis now pressed against it, torturing her with its delightfully hot feel. He said, "I'm waiting because I'm confused. Why is it when I milk your tits, the milk doesn't come out of the nipple, but flows out of your pussy instead?"

Susan thrust her ass further up and back, hoping to make more contact with him. "Oh, Tiger, that's because your mommy is completely filled with milk. She's a sex doll filled with milk instead of air. It flows out of me everywhere!"

"Well then, maybe I'd better milk your pussy every day too. I'd hate to see all that milk build up and up until you burst. Would you like that, Mom? Would you like me to milk your cunt and tits every day?" He touched her pussy lips and watched with amusement as her entire body shook with a tremendous orgasm. 

She cried, "Fuck yes! Alan, I've just GONE WHORE! My brain has been completely taken over by my tits and my cunt! They're in charge now, and demand that you fuck me! FUCK me! Any hole, just fuck your WHORE MOTHER! And for God's sake, touch my tits already! They're burning up!"

Alan was so aroused that he didn't even mind her use of the word "whore," in fact, he loved it. He took his hand away from her pussy and grasped both of her tits firmly, lifting them and the rest of her up from the counter she was bending over. 

As a result, she screamed and her entire body shook like a jackhammer. 

Alan had never seen anything like it: her entire body was shaking in an almost inhuman fashion while she went through what must have been the mother of all orgasms for her.

Alan's burning penis was still pressing up against one of her ass cheeks. He didn't think at all but just acted. With his hands still mauling her tits, he pulled his lower body away and then swung it back in, hoping to hit a hole.

His penis landed directly on her anus and most of the penis head went inside it before he even realized what was happening. He yelled, "Take this, whore mother!" and pressed deeper. 

"Oh my GOD! Alan, not the BUTT! It hurts!" his mother screamed. Then she began wailing incoherently. Susan's anus had never been penetrated by anything so large (the vibrator in there last night had luckily been a small one, less wide than Alan's thick and all natural tool). 

Furthermore, Alan didn't use any lubrication or anything else to prepare her. He just shoved it in deep, forcefully. He wasn't thinking that he could cause any damage.

But his penis head pushed all the way in, and then his penis kept on going. And going. And going. It went in a good six inches before it finally stopped. 

Both Alan and Susan could hardly believe it. Alan grunted as loud as he could manage, and Susan screamed loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood.

Katherine was in her room making herself sexy for Alan when she heard the screaming and ran to the kitchen to see what the fuss was all about. By then, Alan had one hand on his mother's boobs, four fingers of the other hand up her pussy, and his penis was pistoning in and out of his mother's asshole with very long and deep strokes. 

At first Katherine didn't even recognize Susan because of the maid's uniform and all the hair that had fallen down over her mother's face. She thought Alan was fucking some new, and obviously extremely voluptuous, hired help. But Susan's huge, swaying jugs quickly gave her away. Katherine had only ever known four women with tits that big, and the hair style proved it wasn't Suzanne, Xania, or Brenda.

"Mom! Are you okay?" Katherine yelled.

"Woooo-hoooo! Yeeeeesssss!" Susan screamed. "I'm very okay!" Alan was now pumping in and out of her butt with a regular and profoundly penetrating pounding, and her pain had been overwhelmed by sheer pleasure.

Katherine just stood and stared, unblinking, at the sexy scene in front of her. Her heart pounded and her nether lips grew wet.

"Ah-Ah-Alan... Yes! YES! Alan surprised me, is all!" Susan screamed, barely able to put a short sentence together. "YEEEESSS!!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Yes! Alan is fucking meeeeeeeeee!"

Alan continued to pound into her mercilessly. She'd only been clutching onto the edge of the counter with her hands, but his body slowly drove her forward along the counter until the front of her thighs rammed against its side. His driving penis forced her hard into it. He slammed her over and over again. 

They both continued to yell and scream, though neither said very much. About all he said was, "I'm going to fuck you, Mom! Fuck you! Fuck you up the ass!" 

Variations of that drove her to further screams and further heights of ecstasy. Susan tended to just say, "He's fucking me! Fucking me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" and the like, over and over. 

The way she was carrying on, Alan felt as if he really was having vaginal intercourse with her.

Finally he began pumping his semen into her ass without warning. He let out a banshee scream as his penis began to shoot. It seemed that time slowed and he shot rope after rope, forever. 

But time was going too fast for Susan. "Wait! Wait! No!" She yelled, suddenly fighting to get her ass free from being further impaled by his penis. "Your precious sperm! Don't waste it there! In my mouth! Mouth is better!"

But there was no way for her to get off from being speared by his big pole, turn around, and suck him off in time, especially since his penis seemed permanently lodged up her back hole. 

Alan continued to pound his seed into her ass. "Sorry, Mom, too late! Maybe next time!" 

The two continued for many long, mutually satisfying moments until he was all spent, literally and figuratively. She flopped her chest down onto the counter, where he continued to cup and fondle her tits with both hands until his penis shriveled up and eventually popped out of her rear hole.

"What a way to say good morning!" Susan finally groaned, pure lust dripping from her voice. Alan's hands had finally stopped groping her, but she grabbed them and encouraged them to keep going.

Katherine stood by, fascinated and extremely turned on, but also fuming in jealousy. I've been getting myself all pretty for Alan, and he hasn't even looked at me yet! How the hell can I compete with not only that body, but that outfit? Where they hell did she find that obscene maid outfit? The set of a porno movie? Grrr!

Alan finally looked at his sister and smiled. He tore himself away from his sex bomb mother and staggered to the refrigerator, propping himself up by leaning against it. "Man, that was good," he mumbled, lost for words. He mostly stared off into space with a shit-eating grin.

"Sorry Angel," Susan said to Katherine, as she slumped down onto the kitchen floor in total exhaustion. "I didn't mean to surprise you like that, but Alan surprised me. Hooo boy! Did he ever! I had no idea he was going to do that." 

She began to put her maid suit back into some semblance of order, and even put on an extra optional piece that covered the shoulders. That was as covered up as she could get, but it wasn't very much. Her nipples looked liable to pop out of her top at any moment.

"I had no idea I was going to either!" Alan exclaimed. "But when I saw you in that maid outfit, I lost all control. It was total luck that I fucked you in the ass and not in the cunt. Maybe I had your ass on my mind at the time because you said your tits and cunt had taken control and I was wondering if your ass had a say in things too. Funny thought, that. ... I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You could have gotten hurt."

Susan smiled, unperturbed her son had almost fucked her. "Oh, don't be. All those hormones surging through you shows you're such a big, healthy boy. You may have crossed a boundary or two there, but I'll let it slide this time, so to speak." That was a joke (and a play on words) because it was clear that all boundaries were pretty much gone now.

Alan smiled, "Yeah. A lot of sliding. We definitely need it to slide quite a lot."

She grinned and commented, "I actually got that one." She went on, "Tiger, it seems we're going to fuck soon. You know it and I know it. We all have to have our holes ready to be impaled by your raging fuck rod at any moment. I'm glad it didn't happen now though, because my cunt is SOOOO SORE from yesterday. I wouldn't have properly enjoyed it."

Alan said, "I know! Last night was so intense. And then this morning is so intense. I can't handle this much intensity. My intense sexual experience meter is on overload. I have no idea how I'll be able to go to school after that."

Susan asked, "Who says you have to go to school? My cunt is in bad shape and you just destroyed my ass too. Oh God, my son fucked, sperm-filled ass!" 

She closed her eyes and shivered suggestively as her fingertips delicately stroked between her thighs. Then her hands ran up her stomach to her chest and she pushed her boobs together. She licked her lips with a hunger. "But what about my mouth and tits? Are you going to go to school leaving them all unfucked? They'll feel so left out. My tits are sad and neglected. They could use some fat and thick company." 

She winked seductively at Alan and wiggled her shoulders ever so slightly. That set her breasts gently swaying.

Alan felt an urge well up inside of him to plow some more of her holes, especially since her slowly rocking nipples continued to poke in and out of her uniform even as she tried to compose herself to mollify Katherine's anger. The cut of the dress was such that her nipples couldn't remain covered for long unless Susan stayed as still as a statue and refrained from breathing.

Alan staggered over to a stool and sat near Katherine. He felt totally blown away in some unexplainable way, much more than just his "typical" sexually intense experience. He felt like he'd just machine gunned down a crowd of people or woke up from a thousand years of sleep. 

But he slowly came back from some weird place to the here and now of the kitchen. Eventually he reached out and poured himself a glass of orange juice, then downed it.

He knew Katherine was there, but he still hadn't fully digested her presence. Now he sat down on a stool next to her then turned and looked at her for the first time that morning. 

CHAPTER 2

Katherine tried to act normal, but she was nearly ready to cry. She felt really out of it, like she'd just missed a once in a lifetime experience. 

Susan lifted up her naked butt a bit so she could rub her now very sore ass. That immediately captured Alan's attention. Her maid uniform certainly didn't get in the way of her ass groping. Fluid was leaking out of her anus, so she scooped some up and tasted it. It was Alan's cum. "Yummy!" she moaned happily.

That made Katherine only more frustrated.

Alan was still mostly focused on Susan. "Mom, how is it that you took my penis in so easily?"

She smiled. "I've been waiting and hoping you'd do that for some time now. Remember, Angel, what I said earlier: we have to be ready to be taken in any hole at any time. Any good looking, busty woman who knows you needs to be that accommodating. Every morning I've been lubing up my ass as part of my morning routine, hoping and dreaming that today would be the lucky day you would at long last claim my ass with your sperm gun. I had a good feeling about today, since it's a Tuesday."

She did a double take as an important thought crossed her mind. "Ooh! You know what? I need to make some calls to all the other women you own. Now that you're getting into ass fucking, all of us need to be properly prepared at all times. In fact, there ought to be a town ordinance that all women deemed Alan-worthy, married or not, have to keep their asses lubed at all times or face a fine. Just in case Tiger's in a mood to fill them up."

Katherine, aroused by the idea, asked, "But how would they be checked to see if they're in violation?"

Susan replied matter-of-factly, "If Alan were within eyesight, they'd have to take off their panties, bend over, and present themselves to him for inspection. How else?" 

Alan found those ideas very arousing, but he tried to stay cool and asked, "But Mom. If you wanted it that bad, why didn't you just plainly say: fuck my ass now?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 34



Susan answered wryly, "Tiger, women very rarely state anything so directly. It's true. I've told you this before: when it comes to women, you need to know what you want and just take it for your own. I don't want my son to turn into a rapist, but I know you and know you'd never rape anyone. But if you get incredibly aggressive and then pull back with your amazing self-control if you keep getting bad vibes, there isn't a woman you won't be able to fuck."

Alan considered that. "Mom, that's some serious advice. I'll have to think about that." 

Alan was still a little spaced out, but Susan noticed her daughter's mood. "Tiger, that was beyond great, but I think you should look after our sweet Angel. It looks like she's feeling neglected."

"I am!" Katherine blurted out, finally getting Alan to direct all of his attention to her. "Brother, I can't compete with Mom! I don't have an outfit like that. I don't have an ass like that, or a body like that. There's no way! How can I compare?!" Katherine was wearing a whitish, see-through nightie that was even sexier than the ones she'd worn in the days before. 

In most any other situation, even in a crowd full of sexy women, Alan or any other heterosexual man would have been drawn to Katherine like a magnet. But it was true; Katherine couldn't compare to Susan this morning. Nobody could. She began to cry.

The counter stools were close enough that Alan was able to reach out and embrace his sister without leaving his stool. "Don't cry," he said soothingly. "I think you're amazing. You're totally sexy. You're so fuckable. You're the best! Really. Don't cry!" 

But his words just seemed to make her cry even more. 

She reached out and hugged him tightly, bawling into his shoulder. "You're just saying that," she said. "Between Mom and Suzanne, there's just no way. They could be and should be movie stars. And Amy's your girlfriend now. She's getting so big and sexually experienced. I swear, her tits are growing bigger every day. ... You don't like me! I'm so far down on your list!" 

She threw herself onto him, crying on his shoulder even more. "I'm your number four fuck toy, at best!" Then she whimpered, "Gawd, that sounds so ridiculous." 

He put his hand on her chin, and lifted her head up until his eyes locked onto hers. "Listen to me. I can't say I merely like you, only because I love you. I love you as much as anybody in the world. I love you and Mom more than anyone else in the whole wide world, and I love you two equally. Today I got horny for Mom because of the maid's uniform and everything, but tomorrow you'll do something that will turn me on just as much. You will! Didn't we have a great time yesterday?"

She conceded that with a tiny nod.

"Yeah, Mom is hot and she has big boobs, but you're amazing too! You've got a totally hot body too. Who is more attractive than you in our entire high school? Heather? Amy? Maybe to some, but you have more smarts and personality than both of them. And I think you're the hottest of them. It really hurts me to say that, because I really love Amy, but she's only my girlfriend and you're my sister. You're MY movie star. I love you!" 

"Oh Alan! Brother! I love you too!" She leaned forward and they began kissing passionately. 

Alan felt a new and deeper bond with his sister as they kissed. He meant everything that he'd said. 

She eventually pulled away from his mouth to say, "Big Brother, I'm so sorry. I don't mean to be jealous, but sometimes I just can't help it. I love you. I promise I'll be better. I don't care if you fuck Mom, or Suzanne, or Amy, or anybody, as much as you like, just so long as you say you love me."

Alan turned towards Susan sitting in the stool behind him. 

The busty mother was wiping tears of joy from her face. "That was so touching, you two. I love you both, so much! You make me so proud."

"We love you too, don't we Katherine?" said Alan.

"You know we do, Mom," Katherine said enthusiastically. "You're the best mom ever, Mom! Ron can go screw himself for all I care, 'cos just having you is better than having two parents."

"Don't forget Suzanne," Susan pointed out. "She's like your second mother in all but name."

"Yeah, and we love her too, but you're number one." Katherine got up and hugged Susan, and then began kissing her on the mouth.

Alan stood up too, and said, "It's corny, but let's have a group hug." 

The three of them all ended up standing together and hugged each other tightly. Finally they all let go and went back to their seats.

Susan commented, "Wow, I had no idea this would be such an emotional morning. I'll have to be careful with this maid's uniform. It's like an attraction nuclear weapon for Alan! ... Do you two want to have your breakfast? I was making some oatmeal but I'm afraid it's gone cold. And Katherine, can you tend to Alan's penis while I cook?"

Katherine proudly saluted in response to that suggestion. 

"Mom, you ARE number one," Alan said. But he quickly turned to Katherine. "And you're number one too. You're both tied for number one." He grinned. "But Sis, that still technically makes you my number one fuck toy."

"Brother!" She was all smiles as she gave him a satisfied hug. That term, and having it really mean something, was extremely important to her.

Alan turned back to Susan. "Breakfast is fine, but I have something more important to do. I need to give Katherine a special experience like you and I just shared. I know it won't be the same; lightning can't be made to strike twice, but I'd like to at least try to do what I did to you just now, to Katherine. It's a way to show she's just as important to me."

"Oh, poo. Shoot. But go ahead. I must admit I get a little jealous thinking of you fucking your sister in the ass and filling her butt with all that lovely yet nasty sperm in your balls."

Susan remembered her fantasy from a couple weeks ago, in which Katherine was naked and bent over the dinner table while standing on the tips of her toes while Alan stood behind her slowly feeding inch after inch of his seemingly endless erection into her straining butt hole. In the vision, Katherine screamed out in both agony and ecstasy while Susan herself stood in the kitchen wearing just her apron, looking on like the proud mother that she was. The idea still drove her crazy with desire. She further imagined lying on the kitchen floor in front of both of them, sticking her ass up in the air, spreading her ass cheeks, and saying, "Now, you two, don't forget to tend to your mother!" 

She blushed at the thought that such a fantasy now stood a very real chance of becoming reality. Hastily composing herself, she continued, "But I certainly won't stop you since she has a vital role in keeping you drained of all that nasty sperm buildup. A big job like this has to be a team effort and of course all of our asses belong to you." 

As an aside more to herself than Alan, Susan commented, "I swear, the more I give up control to you and become a sex toy for you to do what you will, the more and greater orgasms I have. If only more mothers accepted ALL their mommy responsibilities..." She sighed, but with deep satisfaction. 

Focusing again on Alan's face, she continued, "I think you're right. Katherine needs some special affection right now."

Alan asked, "Can I ask, who's in control of you now? Your rational brain or your tits and cunt duo?"

Susan thought. "Hmm. A little bit of both, I guess. I don't think tits and cunt will ever completely release their hold, now that they've kicked the door down and successfully stormed my brain." She giggled, "In fact, I think the tits have been generally in charge this morning ever since your 'morning milking' comment."

She turned to her daughter and spoke in a gentle, loving voice. "Don't mind me or my crazy ramblings. What Alan did to me will keep me satisfied a long time. As an aside, Alan, I'm so glad that you shot your load up my butt instead of in my mouth. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I can swear I feel it sloshing around in there." She sashayed her hips back and forth, as if testing if she could hear and feel her son's cum splashing about inside of her. "And I'll be able to enjoy the sense that you filled my ass with hot sperm all day long. So you two go and have your fun." 

She turned back to her daughter. "And Angel, it feels a little painful at first, but I promise you'll love him going up your back door. Remember that Alan is going to be doing that a lot from now on, since he literally owns your ass, and mine, but your first time will always be extra special."

She smiled endearingly, as if she was talking about some nice academic achievement that made her proud, and not her son fucking her daughter's virgin asshole. Her typical suburban soccer mom housewife credibility would also have been boosted if she didn't have both nipples hanging out of her erotic French maid's uniform and wasn't wearing a silly maid's headband, while also tenderly rubbing her exposed ass.

Alan nudged Katherine, "What do you say, Sis? Should we go to your room and take our time?"

"Totally! That would be great, Big Heat-Seeking Missile Brother. But what about school?"

Alan suggested, "Good thing we started early. If we skip breakfast, and maybe just grab a bite to eat on the way out, we'll have at least half an hour and still make it to school in plenty of time."

The two of them ran to Katherine's room. 

Katherine fully expected to be fucked in the ass, but once Alan lay on top of her, he whispered to her, "The ass is good, but it won't be so special to me to do that right now after just having that amazing ass ram with Mom. Why don't I fuck you right in your cunt? Won't that be better? We've never done it in your own bed."

"But what about Mom?" Katherine whispered, her face suddenly filled with excitement and concern. "Won't she know? If I know her at all, she's certainly going to be listening in at least part of the time."

"No. That's the great thing. Thanks to the locked door, you can scream 'Fuck me!' at the top of your lungs, and she'll just think you're talking about getting fucked in the ass. Just throw the word 'ass' in there from time to time, and she definitely won't suspect a thing."

Katherine playfully punched his arm and giggled. "You're soooo baaaad." 

So Alan and Katherine had a good, hard, long fuck. They both screamed the most obscene things, and their mother was never the wiser to what they were really doing. Furthermore, Susan gave them a lot of leeway as far as time went. 

Alan fucked Katherine for her pleasure much more than for his own. He wanted to give her a fucking she would never forget.

In so doing, he proved the saying that the more you give, the more you receive. They both ended up having a great fuck. It was made all the better because of Alan's resolution not to bother wearing condoms when with her anymore. Not that he was particularly careful with her in the first place, but he decided the combination of a diaphragm and birth control pills was enough.

He shot his hot seed deep into her as he huffed and puffed with great exertion.

Katherine simply screamed with total abandon. She loved the idea of Susan listening in. In fact, she was so loud that there was no way Susan could miss the screams, no matter where she was in the house. 

Katherine said, once the two of them recovered a bit, "I know exactly what Mom means when she said how good it feels to know your cum is sloshing around in there. What's even better is that we're going to school in a little bit. I'll have to put something there to trap it in so I can walk around school all day knowing that my brother's potent little baby-makers are filling me up!"

Alan thought to himself, That sounds pretty good to me too. What's even better is knowing that I've filled up my mom and my sister. I can sit in my classes smug with the knowledge that my semen is sloshing around both of them. That's what I call a productive morning! 

In fact, it was such a good fucking that both siblings agreed it was their best time together so far. But one result was that they ended up in Katherine's room for forty minutes, not thirty. 

That meant that they didn't have time to take showers. Katherine was left wondering if her classmates would actually be able to smell her brother's pungent cum on her skin. 

But that gave Katherine a great idea. Alan's cum doesn't smell like most guys' cum. It's too sweet. What if I start working it into my perfume? Then everyone will take the smell for granted and not suspect a thing. I'll be able to literally wear his cum with pride right through the school day! Of course I'll only be able to do that with the cum under my clothes, which is a shame. Fuck. I'd just die of joy if I could stroll into school proudly wearing his cum all dripping down my face and chest. To have it on me AND in me at the same time, that would be the best! "Yes, I'm one of Alan's fuck toys. In fact, I'm his favorite!" All my friends would burn with jealousy. 

Take that, Heather! He said I'm a better fuck than you in any case, so go suck donkey's balls! I'm his number one fuck toy, even if admittedly I'm tied with Mom on that score. What are you, Heather? Number six maybe? At best?! Ha! 

Shoot. I'd actually add his cum to my perfume too, except that Heather and the other cheerleaders would know the smell for sure. And if Heather knew that, she could really turn into a nightmare. I have to be careful. So I guess that idea gets the axe. But at least I'll be full of him inside me today. 

CHAPTER 3

Alan thought he could get some humor out of Susan's claim that her tits had taken control of her brain. Returning to the kitchen with his backpack ready, he said, "Mom's Tits, you know, the greatest thing about you taking control of Mom's brain is that I don't have to feel bad staring directly at you instead of up into her eyes." 

But Susan didn't take the joke too well, and only mildly chuckled. In fact, she looked troubled afterwards.

Alan thought about that response for a while as everyone got ready to get in the car so Susan could drive them to school. He was concerned that he'd offended her somehow.

As soon as they all assembled in the car, he said, "Mom, I've been thinking about calling you 'Mom's Tits' just now. I hope you took that in the right spirit. I know that there's SOOO much more to you than just your body. In fact, I would love you just as much even if you were a female Quasimodo. When you say things like your tits have conquered your mind, you're just trying to express how lusty you're feeling at the moment. But we shouldn't go too far to make it seem like there's nothing more to you than a great body." 

He continued, "I was also thinking about why you're so completely willing sexually. It's because you've always been willing to do anything and everything it takes to make me and Katherine feel happy and loved, so this is totally consistent with how you've always been. You're the same great mom as ever, it's just that we're all having so much more physical fun now. We know how much you care. And that's why Sis and I love you so much, and would do anything to make you happy. Right, Sis?"

"Definitely!" Katherine sat in the back seat and gave Alan's shoulder a supportive squeeze.

Susan smiled but it masked a deeper unease. "Alan, that was so beautiful. But you shouldn't apologize. I should, for going too far with both my language and actions. The fact is, I really DO feel that way sometimes, that my body's lust has completely taken over. I'm worried that I go too far and that's why I've always tried to put up limits. Usually unsuccessfully, I might add. I worry that I say and do things that will cause you two to lose all respect for me and that you'll treat me like nothing more than a common slut."

Alan couldn't resist but point out, "You mean like when you shouted that you'd 'gone whore?'"

Susan grimaced and then nodded. "Exactly." 

Alan realized now the problem wasn't with his one comment, but that Susan was going through one of her post-coital regret phases. He said, "Mom, that's why I never want you or Sis to use that kind of word, because I know you're two incredibly sexy and sexual women, not whores. There's a huge difference, despite what people sometimes say at the height of passion. There's nothing to be ashamed about. You still have all of my respect and you always will."

Katherine chimed in with a "Me too, Mom."

Blushing, Susan said, "Thanks, but... I mean, I know part of my motherly duties now involve daily cocksucking and generally giving my busty body to you, but do I have to enjoy it SO MUCH?! It's embarrassing!"

Katherine patted Susan's shoulder with understanding. "Mom, it's okay. You're not alone. I'm in the same boat. Frankly, I'm proud of you. And the way you help Alan just makes me love and respect you even more than before." 

Susan showed off a heart-warming smile. "Thanks. It means a lot to me that you two will love me no matter what. Nothing else matters, because we're a family and we're in this together. Right?"

Katherine and Alan cheered at the same time, "Right!" Then all three of them held hands in the middle of the car and shared a loving moment.

Susan added as their hands pulled away, "The problem is, if you had some injury that required me to do a procedure over and over, I'd do it, no matter what. Changing bandages or whatever. And I know you two would do the same for me."

Katherine enthused, "You know it!"

Susan continued, "But the problem is the procedure here is pleasing Alan's cock. A LOT. And it's so much fun! Now that I've started, I get these ... desires. These needs, even. And that makes me feel so irresponsible, to always give in to these feelings. When I say my tits have taken over, you'd be surprised how literally I can mean that. Sometimes it's like my tits are crying out to have Alan Junior slipping and sliding between them while my mouth is crying out to be stuffed to the brim with cock meat and my body is at war with itself."

She sighed, but also squeezed her thighs to repress arousal. Refocusing, she continued, "But Tiger, you're not the only one with real world problems piling up. I haven't been paying the non-essential bills nor doing much of anything else lately. The house looks like a disaster. If it wasn't for Suzanne helping me out with shopping and whatnot lately, I don't know what I'd do. Let's all help each other be strong and still have fun. Find the right balance. Okay?"

They all agreed to that with happy nods.

Susan started the car. "Unfortunately, this wonderful sharing of feelings has probably made us late. If it wasn't for Alan waking up extra early we'd be in real deep doo doo, but even as it is we'll really have to hurry." 

She put on a determined face and said mostly to herself, "Giving myself completely to my children isn't enough - I also have to be responsible." 

As she pulled the car out of the driveway, Alan said, "Hey Mom, that reminds me. Last night and this morning were great, and I wouldn't change them for the world, even though it means I'm going to fail another test today. But I really, absolutely, utterly, need a break from these emotionally and physically intense events, one right after another. I may not look that bad on the outside - maybe some black circles under my eyes, and at least I woke up feeling refreshed after a long night's sleep - but thanks to the events this morning I totally feel like an undead zombie that had my spirit sucked clean out of me." 

He paused, knowing this next part wasn't going to go over well. "Mom, I know that it's a Tuesday, but I have a big favor. Can we please cancel the rest of our Tuesday tradition, just for today? We had a lot of special Tuesday fun this morning. I seriously have to just work, work, work all afternoon and tonight."




Six Times a Day Pt. 34



Susan pulled her station wagon onto a larger road and said in a sad but resolute voice, "Sure, Tiger. I understand completely. This will be a good test for me to be more responsible. ... But can't I just suck your cock a little, here and there? You don't want to go completely cold turkey, do you? How about those stealth strokings? We can all help you with that and you won't even notice us. Just like we did yesterday morning. That was pretty successful, wasn't it?" 

She continued with growing vigor, "Oh! And the Boy Scout trip! Remember that, coming up this weekend? You have to keep your six average up, and then some." She paused, and then laughed. "You see, there's my lust talking again."

Alan considered that while he looked at all the cars go by. He imagined the looks on the faces of the other drivers if they could hear his mother's words. He looked back at his mother, looking at him calmly and serenely, dressed like any other mother driving her kids to school, and not looking anything whatsoever like a someone who'd just pleaded with her son for permission to suck his cock some more.

Alan somehow kept his head from exploding at all the weirdness, and said calmly in return, "Lust is good. By all means, don't kill the lust. And yeah, that idea's okay, but just a little please, scouting trip or not. Tell Suzanne too, now, that it's stealth stroking only today, so she'll get used to the idea. It's going to have to be like this for the next few days I'm afraid; at least through Friday. I was so irresponsible yesterday. Things went a bit overboard." 

He thought for a moment then said, "Actually, you and Suzanne with your morning exercise and nude sunbathing routine - why don't you two sate all your sexual urges with each other today while we're at school? Then I might actually get some work done. Same goes for you, Sis. Now that lesbian lovemaking is such the popular thing around the house, get your ya-ya's out with Amy and everyone else so you'll all be too tired to even touch me. I'm desperate. Seriously! I have a TWENTY page paper due this Friday, and that's just one thing I have to do before then."

They all agreed to that plan. Remarkably, they arrived at school right on time thanks to Susan's fast driving. 

Susan typically dropped them off at the same street corner whenever she drove them to school. But as the car got near that spot, Alan said to the other two like a character in a spy movie, "Don't turn your heads and keep driving, Mom. Keep driving!"

Susan kept driving. "I can drop you off around the corner. How's that?"

"Fine." Alan slunk down in his seat some.

"What is it?" Susan asked.

"It's Heather. She was standing there looking at the cars even while everyone else was hurrying to class, and when she saw ours she started forward. Obviously she wants to talk to me about something, but I just can't deal with that right now. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not good."

Susan's car quickly rounded the corner and she parked the car. "Okay, here you are. Tiger, you'll have to tell me about your Heather problems later. I'm sure you'll put that big-titted bitch in her place and make your mommy proud. Good luck you two, in everything you do. Love you both. Kisses!" 

Her kids received chaste kisses and then they hurried off to class.

As Alan ran to his class, he thought, How can it possibly get more intense every single day? But it does. I pray to God that I'll make it alive to see midnight, given that it's a Tuesday. Geez! That's almost not an exaggeration! Starting right now, I'm turning a corner. No cheerleaders any more. I'm gonna cancel the next S-Club meeting even though Kim has been such a great host. 

Stealth stroking. Homework. Rest. That's it. Make it to Friday and then give my mom the fucking of her life as my reward for being good. Now there's a motivational prize worth working for!

Speaking of fucking my mom, I just have to tell someone that I fucked her in the ass! But who can I tell? I wish I had even one male friend who knows all my sexual secrets. ... Hey, I know! I can tell Amy. She's the one person I can tell who's more likely to be happy for me and won't get all psycho and jealous. I can't wait to find her! God, I love Amy! ... And Mom. And Sis. And Suzanne. And Glory. And...

CHAPTER 4

Alan could look forward to a sexual rest of sorts, thanks to the school day. But for Susan, the sexual pace was much more relentless.

As per usual, Suzanne came over not long after all their kids had left for school. She'd brought something special to wear in a bag, but walked right past the underwear cabinet without changing into it. 

She found Susan in her bedroom and stood there admiring her for a few minutes, until Susan noticed her friend's presence.

Susan was once again dressed in the French maid uniform she'd worn earlier. That was helping her reminisce as she mentally reenacted the anal fucking Alan had given her earlier in the morning. She frantically fingered her asshole on her bed while rhythmically rocking her hips. 

She was having such a good time that she found it hard to stop for Suzanne, but at long last she managed to get up and properly greet her friend.

"God, you look so hot," Suzanne said between long kisses. "Just let me change first, and then we can really get down to business. Let's play dress up!" 

Suzanne quickly threw her clothes off, and then, instead of staying naked, pulled out the change of clothes from the bag she had brought and put them on. It was a full, formal businesswoman's suit, but she opened up the front to expose her chest somewhat, and pulled down the pants to expose her pussy.

While Suzanne was changing, Susan commented, "By the way, Alan actually ORDERED us to play with each other until we're completely exhausted so he can do his homework later without interruption. What do you think about that? Isn't that great?"

Suzanne was surprised. "He did? That is great, although that was my plan anyway." Susan laughed, but Suzanne thought, Too true. That really WAS my plan, though it was to get Susan too tired for intercourse with Alan and had nothing to do with his homework. But it's amazing sometimes how my schemes just seem to take care of themselves. She finished changing and stood up straight to show herself off. 

Susan took one long admiring look and then began cupping her friend's pussy and boobs. "Nice! Very nice! I like the easy access to the best parts." She wasted no time in starting to finger fuck Suzanne. She was a bit puzzled though why her friend had put on so much clothing.

"Look who's talking! You've got even better access," Suzanne replied, as she took advantage of Susan's open maid outfit to play with her friend's butt and suck her tits.

"I'll bet Alan really went for your look this morning," Suzanne added between sucks, wiggling her eyebrows.

"You don't know the half of it!" Susan said excitedly. "He was so turned on he literally couldn't control himself! As soon as saw me, he attacked me like a wild man, and fucked me in the ass. The ass! It was so hot and intense, and it's all thanks to you!" 

Susan added that last part because Suzanne was the one who had gone out to the sex shop and bought the maid outfit. Susan, for all her slutty sucking and licking at home, really hated to do that type of shopping because she found it too embarrassing.  

"You'll have to tell me all about it," Suzanne said while licking Susan's neck. 

Susan explained, "It was sooo good. But what's weird is that I totally get off on this outfit, too. I just love the idea of serving my son, and this is the perfect service uniform. Look at me: I'm so horny that I can't stop fingering myself everywhere even though my cunt is so incredibly sore and sensitive. And my ass! Oh God, I can't even tell you how sore it feels. Now I know what Alan's penis must feel like sometimes after it gets overworked. Yet if I even start to think about sucking his cock, my hands start groping and it's all over."

Suzanne was a bit taken aback by Susan's intense ardor. "Wow. I'm already a bit bummed I didn't keep that uniform for myself. It seems Alan is really into costumes and role playing. Speaking of which, take another look at my outfit." Suzanne leaned back to show herself off.

Susan licked her lips. "Mmmm, I think I will. If there's one thing that can take my mind off of Alan's big ass defiler, it's these babies." She got up and starting sucking Suzanne's tits. 

"But where have I seen this ensemble before?" Susan asked herself out loud about Suzanne's garb between sucks. "Wait a minute! It's what the psychologist Xania wore the other day!"

"Now you get it. I thought we could play psychologist and patient."

"You're really twisted. I like it! Where did you get it? And how did you even know what she was wearing?" Susan's mouth latched onto one of Suzanne's nipples while she rolled the other nipple with her fingers.

"It was real easy. I called up Xania and asked her what she wore for your session. She even pointed me to the right store so I could buy an exact duplicate." 

In actual fact, it was the very same outfit Xania had worn when Susan visited her. Suzanne had bought it for Xania to make her look more professional and then taken it back for use in this kind of role play. 

Suzanne further said, "I thought it would be fun if we could do a little role play where I play the psychologist and you play the patient. You could tell me all about your unnatural lust for your children...."

Susan mumbled as she suckled, "I like it! And...?"

"And I could offer some unorthodox therapy. For starters, you could suckle my nipples to calm your mood. Unfortunately, we can't move up to that 'cos you're doing it already. But I don't want to give the rest of the plan away. And you have to admit Xania is pretty hot." Suzanne preened, stretching out like a cat as she pretended that she was Xania.

"Yeah, she's very much like you, when it comes to your body. Except I think you've got even bigger tits."

"I do, Susan, I do. Heh-heh. Though it's a close call. Would you like to suckle on her nipples if you saw her again?"

"Oh yes!"

"So would I. She's a hottie. And smart as a whip. Would you like to lick her box too?" Suzanne asked this while ostentatiously licking her lips.

"Definitely. I think licking out a woman is almost as much fun as getting licked out myself. I love the smell. But only if I can grope her boobs too. I'm realizing that I'm a very boob-focused person, and a rack like Xania's must be treasured and constantly fondled until it squirts out all its milky goodness." Susan grabbed and squeezed her own tits as she said this, as if a good squeeze could cause her milk to flow.

"Fair enough. But remember, I'm Xania now. Tell me all about your unnatural desire for Alan while I let you nurse from me."

"Oh doctor, it's bad. I want Alan to fuck me up the ass lots more. Just like he did this morning." Susan resumed sucking a nipple each time she stopped talking.

"Is that all?"

"Of course not. That's just for starters. I want Katherine to kiss me and ram a big dildo up my cunt while Alan takes my ass from behind. I want to be in the middle when my children give me a fuck sandwich!"

Suzanne played dumb. "Hmm. This ramming with dildos. I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean. Let's go to your bed and you can show me what you mean exactly, so I can make a proper diagnosis. Can one eat this 'fuck sandwich' of yours?"

"No, but don't worry, I'll show you something you can eat. It's hot and dripping and conveniently located between my legs."

"Ah. All this psychology is hard work and works up my appetite. I could use a snack. I like hot sandwiches."

"I warn you, Xania, you might find more than a few hairs in your meal." Susan chuckled at herself, pleased that she was developing an ability to make sexual jokes.

"Ah. Well, I'll do anything to help with your diagnosis."

"Suzanne, I mean Xania, I don't know if we should," Susan said as she practically attacked her friend's body. She asked facetiously, "Don't you think we should do important, responsible stuff? Pay bills? Vacuum? Do the dishes? Or would you rather I stick a big dildo in you? Wouldn't that be a violation of the rules?" She'd completely forgotten her earlier resolve to be more responsible, and in fact now mocked the idea.

"I vote for the dildo. And I think we need a rewrite of the rules. As your doctor, I prescribe an extra dose of fucking every day with your friend Suzanne." As Suzanne said this she giddily jumped into Susan's big bed and pulled Susan down with her.

The first thing Susan did was fuck Suzanne in the ass with a big strap-on dildo, trying to experientially demonstrate her encounter with Alan earlier. It was the first time she'd seen a strap-on before, much less used one. 

Then they switched roles, and Suzanne fucked Susan in her very sore ass. Except she used a hand held dildo instead of a strap-on because she didn't want to lessen the impact of Alan fucking her by getting her used to a strap-on first. 

They were still in their costumes, more or less, and Suzanne tried her best to continue with the psychologist role play, but they were too busy moaning to have much of a conversation. It was a good thing Susan lived in such a big house with large yards and few neighbors, because the way they screamed together as they reached climax would normally have inspired neighbors to call the police.

After the mutual ass pounding, they took a shower together, rested up a bit, and stayed naked. Then they went downstairs to the homemade basement gym to do their morning work out. 

The work out took twice as long as usual, because while one woman would pump her body back and forth on a machine, the other woman would generally lick or finger the pussy of the one exercising, depending on the access the equipment allowed. On some machines they were limited to sucking and twisting nipples.

But all this sex play was tiring, and the workout took the last of their energy. They both went back to Susan's bed and fell asleep for an hour or so.

CHAPTER 5

As soon as Susan and Suzanne woke up, they were ready for still more sexual playing around. 

They went out to the backyard pool and did another hour of nude sunbathing. As usual, they sat beneath umbrellas and wore so much sunscreen that they weren't likely to get any tan at all, but it had become part of their daily routine, and another excuse to get (or stay) naked and play with each other's bodies. They were still sexually drained, relatively speaking, but not so drained that they both didn't continue to pleasure themselves with dildos. Susan started out in something of a philosophical mood.

"You know, Suzanne," she said as she idly pushed a dildo in and out of her pussy, "I've been living a complete life of denial. Not just my sham marriage with my husband. I was taught to be modest, and I've always denied just how beautiful I am. I've covered myself up with heavy, binding bras, loose fitting shirts and sweaters, and nerdy glasses. On and on. No matter how many guys tried to hit on me or compliment me, I've never admitted to myself that I'm beautiful. But I am, aren't I?"

"You're so beautiful it frightens me," Suzanne said. "I've only let my feelings about you truly flow lately. But now, just thinking about you, I lose all interest in men. You even make me forget about Alan sometimes. You have a complete hold over me."

"Thanks! I feel the same, minus the Alan part." 

They both laughed at that. 

Susan continued, "I'm glad I'm getting down to my true feelings and overcoming all my pathetic denials. I've been living in denial of my big tits, in particular. I can't count how many times guys have asked to photograph me, offering me money even, saying I should be in Hollywood, yada yada yada. And it's the same with you, I know. Maybe us really big-busted women, maybe we flock together for protection. I'm still scared about all that attention from strangers, but around the house it feels so great to just let those fears go and flaunt it! Don't you think? Like, I could never go back to wearing clothes all the time again. Could you?"

In response to all this boob talk, Suzanne began rubbing suntan lotion on her own boobs, and sucking her nipples. "No. You feel like that too? It's like you're reading my mind. I've been in denial too, but I think I've just been more subtle about it. For instance, I've denied my true feelings towards you for years even though I was supposed to be the sexually liberated one. I was much more sexually active than you, but in retrospect I feel like I was dead until Alan started his treatment. The sex was all with people I didn't even really like, which made it feel so terribly shallow and hollow. Now I feel so free, so alive and everything in my life feels good! A happy woman is a freshly fucked woman."

"Yes! Exactly! That's exactly how I'd describe my life too," Susan said enthusiastically. She continued to push a dildo in and out of herself, but in a very languid and relaxed manner. "It's like I'm just starting to live. I too have to admit my true nature. I'm a goddess of beauty who deserves to fuck and to be fucked. It's what I'm made for. God gave me big boobs so they could be constantly manhandled. Or womanhandled, nudge nudge, hint hint." 

Suzanne reached up from her prone position next to Susan and began playing with her friend's tits. "But Susan, listen. I know you've been in denial, and to be honest I kind of snickered a little bit when I saw how prudish you used to behave. But I've been in even greater denial, and my forms of denial are so insidious that I'm still completely caught up in it while you've nearly cured yourself of your prudishness."

Susan asked, "What on Earth are you talking about? You've always been the epitome of sexual liberation, what with all your affairs and everything."

"Yes, but I've never really completely let myself go. And you know what? Last night I completely let myself go. For the first time ever! I have to confess: I wanted to get fucked so bad by Alan that I couldn't take it anymore. When I went up to his room - you remember that? I begged and begged for him to well and truly fuck me, but still he said no. Finally I got down on my hands and KNEES and crawled around for his pleasure. I mean, I've been naked and crawling on my knees for Alan before, but this was different. Before, it was just role play, just fooling around. We both knew that. This time, I was a SLAVE! A slave to Alan and a slave to my needs! A slave to his cock! I crawled because I couldn't think of anything more abject to do to please him, but I would have done anything to get him to put it in me. And you know what?"

"What?" Susan asked breathlessly. She'd taken the dildo out of herself and put it in Suzanne instead. Suzanne meanwhile had done the same thing to her.

"After all that, he STILL said no! Does he have inhuman willpower or what?"

"He's so strong!" Susan said swooningly. "We can't compete! We can't resist!"

Normally that kind of language didn't affect Suzanne much. But even though Suzanne rationally knew that Alan was much luckier than he was extraordinary, she found herself completely agreeing with Susan's praises of him. 

It took her a bit to gather her wits and continue, "So then I try to leave his room and go downstairs, but I'm so drunk with lust that I can barely walk. The air feels so thick with sex that it's like I'm suffocating inside a torrid sauna and I can't open the door to get out and save myself. I didn't really want to be saved! But that's just it, I was more aroused walking down that hallway, alone, than I've ever been in all my affairs. THAT'S the giving into my passions that you're so good at and I've never been able to do. I'm always holding back so I can keep my poise and stay in charge. But there I was, the proud and controlling Suzanne, down on my knees, begging for it! Can you picture that?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 34



"I can!" Susan squealed with joy.

"It felt so great just to give in!"

"It does! Give in and let your desire control you! So what happened next?!" Both of them pounded their dildos into each other even more frantically.

Suzanne paused, and considered how to continue without giving away that Alan did eventually fuck her downstairs. 

She frowned as she thought, You see? This is the problem. Keeping all the lies straight is one reason why I have to keep some control and can't just totally give in, no matter how much I'd like to. I can't blurt out right now that Alan and I already fucked - Susan has jealousy issues over that and she'd be especially upset that we both lied to her. And the ultimate lie - the whole six times a day lie - what if I let that one slip? Susan's so honest, she doesn't need to worry about that kind of stuff and can just let her mind go wherever it wants. 

Suzanne collected her thoughts (which was increasingly hard to do, given all the dildo action), and pressed on. "Oh, I went downstairs and saw all of you getting it on with your sexy spanking. Naturally, that only got me MORE aroused. Thank God my Sweetie came over and fucked my ass crack and gave me the massive orgasms I so desperately needed!"

"YES!" Susan shouted while she assaulted Suzanne's pussy as vigorously as she could. "Alan gave it to you! He always delivers! My son!"

The two of them huffed and puffed and slammed dildos until they reached a mutually timed, shattering climax. Their bodies dropped from temporary exhaustion and they lay sweating and panting for some time.

Suzanne was the first to speak. "You see what I mean? I'll bet you just totally gave in to your lust right there with that climax. I could see it on your face. You always do."

Susan still wore a shit-eating grin. "You know it. It makes me so glad to hear what you said. To do anything else but be fucked by any loved one who wants to fuck me any time they want to fuck me is a waste of my body and a tragic shame. And it's the same with you. What's so wrong with being creatures of pleasure? If God didn't want it this way he wouldn't have made our orgasms feel so indescribably good." 

She continued with more passion, "I mean, is it even fair for big-titted women such as ourselves to HAVE free will? I say NO! Why do I have such big tits in the first place? I say it's all part of God's plan. We should accept our roles as cum sluts and fuck toys for our children, and each other. ... While remaining responsible. Of course we can't forget that." In fact, Susan just barely managed to remember to obligingly add the part about responsibility, mostly thanks to the earlier discussion with Alan in the car. But responsibility was close to the last thing on her mind right now.

Suzanne countered, "But while you were doing that, I was still holding back. I mean, sure, that was intense and I loved it, but even as I was reaching climax a part of my brain was somewhere else, thinking and worrying. I didn't give in all the way. Last night was the first and still the only time for me I gave in completely. And it felt like my IQ dropped a good fifty points in the process, while it lasted, and THAT worries me. You see how deep my issues are? Maybe I just think too much."

Susan put some suntan lotion on her own hands, and began rubbing the lotion on Suzanne's back, arms, and chest. She mostly focused on Suzanne's chest, which still lightly heaved up and down from the climax. Their nude sunbathing was primarily an excuse to apply lotion on each other's naked bodies and today they were likely to go through a whole bottle. She said playfully, "I think you just need a lot more practice. And I'll be more than glad to help you right now." 

Susan giggled like a kid. "But I can tell you're making progress. You used to be so sexy, but high-strung, like a powerful business woman scheduling fifteen minutes of sex between important board meetings. But you're relaxing and changing. Look. You just admitted your natural role as a cum-hungry fuck toy for the kids. That's a big breakthrough for you."

"Now just a minute," Suzanne countered. "I'm not necessarily agreeing with everything you say. Certainly not your free will idea." Inwardly, she thought, When I started my scheming with Alan, I never would have imagined that I could feel so good. I'm falling victim to my own scheme, and I don't really care! Now Susan is playing my role! 

She lay back, lifeless, and let Susan continue to lazily apply the lotion to her upper body while pondering the idea of being a fuck toy. 

Eventually, she partially conceded the term. "I will agree, generally speaking, that I have a role like that, what you call a fuck toy, although I don't like to think of myself as a fuck toy. I mean, I'm not like Brenda at least, thank God. She makes you seem calm in comparison. Very sexually active, let's call it instead. But leave Brad and Amy out of this, for me anyway. They're my real flesh and blood."

Susan responded, "Brad... okay. That idiot is so lost in his own world that he doesn't deserve your body. There just isn't a click there. And of course we have to dedicate ourselves just to Alan and no other man, so it's a moot point in any case. But Amy. Come on! She's so in need! She's just like us. She wants to fuck and be fucked all day long. Are you going to deny her that? I saw how you touched her yesterday during the spanking."

"That was an accident!" Suzanne said defensively. However, the reminder of the incident caused her to crane her head up and slurp up a dangling tit. Suzanne had shared a hot French kiss with Amy for about a minute yesterday evening before realizing who she was kissing and breaking it off. "I was kissing so many people, that I didn't think when she leaned in to kiss me. It got kind of confusing, especially with the strip poker game and all."

Susan opined, "The fact that she leaned in to kiss you, it shows that she's hot for you. And believe me; you really have to try doing it with your own offspring. I can't tell you what it does to hear Alan call me 'Mommy' as he slams me in the ass. Oh! Oooh!"

To Suzanne's amusement, Susan paused in her massaging long enough to shudder and moan. After the moment passed, Susan resumed what she'd been doing, but at a more relaxed and languid pace. 

"Did he actually call you that?" Suzanne asked while Susan repeatedly ran her lotion-soaked fingers all over her face. "I've never heard him use that word."

"Dammit, no, though I keep dropping him a million hints. But 'Mom' works nearly as well. He screamed that as he fucked me this morning. God, I love just saying that: 'he fucked me this morning.' ... And you know what? He came so close to fucking my cunt for real this morning!" Susan said with a dreamy gaze into the distance. "He told me afterwards that it was just bad luck that he stuck his hard son cock in my ass instead of my special hole."

"Wow. Then it's just a matter of time until he does," Suzanne pointed out. Inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief that her scheme to keep Alan's penis out of Susan's pussy was holding on, though just barely. However, she doubted that it was just luck, and wondered what really held him back. She decided to ponder the issue some more later.

"Yes! It's been such a long time coming. But the longer we wait, the more I'll enjoy it when it happens. I've gotten over the moral qualms, thanks to the psychologist visit. The only thing that's been holding me back lately is Alan's desire that I keep some dignity, and my one claim to fame for actually having some restraint is stopping him from entering my pussy. But he and I had a really good discussion today, after the assfuck and just before I took the kids to school. He promised me that he'd respect me no matter what, and I believe him. It's all a matter of attitude. I can act like a slut for his cock and that's okay as long as he doesn't think of me as a slut. We're good. So now when it happens I'll be able to enjoy it to the fullest, instead of feeling somewhat guilty, in the same way that you completely let yourself go last night." 

Susan ran her lotion-filled hand down and around Suzanne's belly, and ended up pushing her fingers into Suzanne's pussy. 

Suzanne still felt lazy and didn't physically reciprocate. She thought, Let's cut down on the lies. It's time to get Alan fucking me out in the open. She asked, "So, your period is starting soon if it hasn't already, right? And you want the first time to be perfect and not a mess, so you have to wait until that's over, right? Plus there's all that homework he has to do. So, would you mind if I keep his penis in shape with a little bit of fucking before you two go at it?"

Susan withdrew her fingers from Suzanne's hole and just kept them resting on her inner thighs. She smiled. "Suzanne, Suzanne, Suzanne. What do we have here? ... I don't know. ... I really don't know. The homework works the same for you, you know. ... I should say yes, but, I mean, you're such a good fucker. If you go first, he'll be really unimpressed with me."

"NO!" Suzanne said surprisingly insistently. "I promise I'll be really bad. I'll just lay there and take it. I'm holding back all kinds of tricks and techniques from him as it is."

"Are you really? Like what?" Susan resumed fingering Suzanne's pussy, as if she could sexually torture the truth out of her.

"I am. For instance, I haven't told him one of the great sexual secrets of all time. As much pleasure as he gives us now, he's all about delaying his own orgasms and making us happy through his sheer endurance. He doesn't really need to think beyond that since his endurance is so great. But he could be even better! He knows nothing about delaying women's orgasms and just tries to give women as many orgasms as possible, as soon as possible. Once he learns that fewer but more intense orgasms are much better for a woman, we'll all be twice as addicted to his cock as we already are!"

Susan was surprised. "Wow, I didn't know that either. My husband was such a bad lover. I shudder to think how good I'd feel if you're right." 

"I am right, though surprisingly few of my lovers ever knew this secret and I rarely shared it. It's so simple, but so few know or try. Just imagine that you're all ready to cum, and then he stops, but teases you just enough to keep you on the edge. You're begging, pleading to cum, but he says no. And then you're going at a higher level and he stops you right on the verge again. Finally you're over the edge and fully able to cum, but he still says no and so you somehow hold back, against the odds. It just keeps ratcheting up and up until he finally lets you go and you both explode into the greatest mutual climax of your life! ... I could show you some of how to do it right now."

"No. I'm too exhausted. I don't even have the willpower to think about that and all the implications. Although it sounds truly amazing. ... But why are you keeping secrets like that?"

Suzanne answered honestly, "I guess it's partly because I always want to surprise him with new things, so he'll like me more and more. But for that one it's mostly because, I guess, I'm still afraid. I'm afraid of giving in completely. Last night was an accident. I still have control issues and don't want Alan to have that much more power over me. It rankles me to know how much I desperately need him already. But let's get back to the real question: me and Alan fucking."

"Give in, Suzanne. You won't regret it. Alan may just be a teenager, but he instinctively knows how to keep all of his women happy. That's why he deserves such a large harem, and that's why he draws big-titted, fuck-hungry, sexy babes to him like bees to honey."

That reply made Suzanne extremely squishy, but she tried to deny the connection between the words and the moisture between her legs. She was especially annoyed at how exciting it sounded to be just another big-titted fuck toy in Alan's harem. 

She tried to change the topic, but before she could, she had a vision of being naked on all fours before Alan once again, only this time there were chains between her ankles, more chains between her wrists, high heels, and a dog collar around her neck. More disturbingly, there were many other females decked out exactly the same as she was, and Alan paced back and forth in front of them all, trying to choose who he'd fuck next. Her main emotion was pride: pride at the large size and high quality of his harem, and pride at being worthy of inclusion in it. 

She immediately pushed the disturbing vision out of her mind, and thought, I am NEVER going to let that happen to me, so help me God! This talking with Susan is warping my mind, like talking to a bunch of cult members. The only problem is I started the cult, and now, ironically, it's coming back to bite me in the ass. Talk about a scheme being far too wildly successful.

After a very long pause, Suzanne asked, "Back to the question?"

"All right, I'll tell you what. I'll let him fuck you just as soon as you fuck Amy. We can even make it a double header, one after the other." Even though she tried to hide it, Susan had a certain amount of competitive jealousy towards Suzanne, not to mention possessiveness towards Alan. So she created conditions.

"But she's my flesh and blood!"

"So what! If Alan wants you to do it, are you going to ignore his wishes? Will you deny him anything? The man who lets you suck his cock so often?" 

Suzanne knew the answer to those questions was no, and that annoyed her too. She vaguely remembered how cocksucking was supposed to be more pleasurable for the man on the receiving end than the woman doing all the work, but in her current horny state she had a hard time imagining how that could be possible. It seemed to her that sucking Alan's cock was just about the highest honor and privilege she could be given. She found herself losing control like she did the night before, but this time she was frightened by the sensation. She fought back by recalling their mundane, suburban existence, and focusing on the details of the ordinary street on the other side of the house.

That helped. Suzanne also focused on the conversation, suggesting, "Anyway, it shouldn't be up to me. Amy is Alan's official girlfriend, so the two of them need to agree to it first."

Both women were mashing each other's boobs by this point, pressing them together, sliding them around on the suntan lotion coating, and rubbing nipples against other nipples. They were intensely excited by all the talk about the possibility of getting fucked by Alan. Suzanne practically forgot that she was already fucking him and was merely looking to be able to do it openly.

Susan replied, "Two can play that game. In that case, you need to get Amy's permission before Alan fucks you. Since she is his girlfriend."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Suzanne thought out loud. Somehow, the urge to lose all control passed, though she remained remarkably aroused.

Susan remained oblivious to Suzanne's inner battle. She privately wondered if Amy might not try to get something in return. However, she kept this thought to herself and said, "Well then, soon you'll be fucking him. Alan needs to fuck anyone he wants. It was so wrong for me to let my own worries and prudishness prevent him and you from fucking, or even him and Katherine from fucking. Alan cannot be denied."

Suzanne found herself nodding, and replied, "Well, soon he'll be deep inside of you, too. Like I said, once he puts it in there, he'll never take it out again. He'll have to go to school dragging your naked ass in front of him every day. His pole will be permanently stuck in you. I can just see him saying to his tennis coach, 'Um, coach, can I get an exemption from playing tennis today? As you can see, I still can't get my hard penis from out of my naked mother's cunt here.'"

Susan cried out, "That's so sexy! Ooooh, it makes me so squishy. Show me how Alan would fuck me! Get the strap-on and fuck my pussy, Alan! I can't wait another second! Then I'll be Amy and lick your cunt dry!" Suzanne had the strap-on in hand already and Susan assisted attaching it around Suzanne.

Suzanne answered, "You'll have to work at that a long time, Mommy, 'cos I don't think my cunt ever gets truly dry anymore." In a deeper voice that imitated Alan's, she added, "But a guy like me doesn't have a cunt, you silly. Let's talk about yours, Mommy. Your son wants to fuck it so badly. You've been so mean to me, teasing me with it every day! I think it's time I rape you."

"Finish putting the damn strap-on on, Alan!" Susan yelled desperately. "I don't care how sore my cunt or ass is: rape me, already!"

If Susan's next door neighbors had been home and out in their back yard to overhear, they might have been extremely shocked and confused as to who was who.

Needless to say, Susan and Suzanne had another very fun morning. Alan would have been glad to know that they fucked each other to complete exhaustion. 

CHAPTER 6 

Suzanne was back at her house, for a rare change. She was doing laundry while waiting for Alan to return from school, when she got a call on her cell phone. She answered it, and to her surprise discovered it was Xania calling. Even though she was home alone, she was intent upon complete security when it came to any sexual matters so she had Xania call back a few minutes later. She quickly made her way to Susan's house so she could take the call there.

Suzanne didn't necessarily want Susan listening to a Xania phone call either (though the result if she did would be far less disastrous than if Brad or Eric somehow overheard), so she sat down on a lawn chair by the pool in the Plummer backyard and got very comfortable in a black bikini and cocktail. She spoke in subdued tones.

The line secured and pleasantries exchanged, Suzanne asked, "So, Xania, what's up?"

"Oh, not much. I just wanted to see how my patients were getting on. Or getting it on, to be more precise. I wanted to know if mother and son had done the deed yet."

Suzanne laughed. "Xania, you're not a psychologist. You only played one for a few hours. Did you forget that?"

"No, but it was some of the funnest hours of my life. And since you've known me so long, you can imagine the kind of stiff competition it was up against. It wasn't just the sex with Alan, though that was pretty good. I really loved the whole deception part. Here I am, an actress, though admittedly a pretty unknown one, and you gave me my greatest role yet, because it was reality. Can't I kind of bask in that, and see how they're doing?"

Suzanne laughed again. "Sure you can. I'm glad the 'appointment' worked out so well. By the way, this morning I dressed up in that suit I let you borrow and Susan and I had a sexual role play where I pretended I was you."

Xania laughed. "You didn't! No fair! I own the rights to the whole psychologist thing. If you do that again, I demand at least a video of it in compensation! Better yet, it's only fair if I get to dress in your clothes and pretend to be you with her."

Suzanne laughed some more. "A-ha. Now I see what your real motivation is. You're just angling to get your hands on Susan's breasts after she flashed them for you all day long." 

Xania laughed too. "Okay, you got me. But you're only half right. The top item on my phone call agenda is our victory fuck. Remember how you promised me that we'd get it on together once we completed the ruse? But then you come up here, return the furniture, and close up the office, without so much as even a friendly strap-on pussy bang. And you don't call. What kind of friendship is that?" she asked, somewhat miffed. 

Suzanne laughed yet again. "Sorry. My bad. I had some urgent things down here. This intrigue with Alan is taking all my time and energy. But I still owe you, and I promise we'll get to that really soon. It's just that you live so far away." She basked in the sun and enjoyed the banter. She knew she was cool and looked fabulous. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 34



"Hey. I don't mind going down there, anytime. With any luck, you might let me bump into some of my newly favorite people. Speaking of which, you didn't answer my question yet: did they do the deed already or what?"

"Unfortunately for them, it's still in the 'or what' stage."

Xania sighed. "Not surprising, since you told me how you changed your mind on that. I think you're being pretty mean, keeping them apart."

"I know. I'm bad. But you know what? I don't think it's just me. Just this morning, Alan had a perfect chance to fuck her. He had her oinking like a squealing pig, ready for anything. He lined his penis up behind her ass, and she braced for it, and you know what he did? He stuck it up her asshole instead! He claims he wasn't thinking and just let things happen, but I don't buy it."

"What do you think happened, then? No! Wait. Don't tell me. I'm the psychologist, so let me figure this one out. ... Hmm. Could it be that on some level, they're afraid to fuck? Perhaps they've been having such a good time that they're afraid a major change could only mess things up. So it makes good sense to try anal sex first, to sort of test the waters."

"Wow, Xania, I'm impressed. How did you know that? That's exactly what I was thinking. They've been teasing each other at this level for weeks and have come to love it, and once they fuck they can never go back to this pre-fuck anticipation. Think of TV shows that rely on romantic tension, like 'Moonlighting', and once the main characters get together the show goes downhill. So they're drawing it out, but I don't think either of them realize what they're doing, at least on a conscious level. But I know them and their situation a million times better than your one day contact with them, so how did you figure that out?"

"You forget my vast sexual experience. Normally I'm not at all shy about letting a guy fuck me, but sometimes there are barriers and the tension builds. I remember this one guy in particular who was going to divinity school. The anticipation was so great that when we finally did it, the real fuck was a big let down."

"Yes. You bring up another good point: the let down of the act itself. I think they're both worried the reality can't possibly live up to the hype, so they keep pushing it off, waiting for just the right moment to make sure it'll pass muster. That in turn just builds up the pressure even more."

"Hmm. Problem. I hope they work it out. Are you going to help them?"

"Yeah, I feel bad. The guilt has been gnawing at me. Plus, my status with Alan isn't really changing so it's just cruel to keep them apart even longer. My scheming hasn't really been up to snuff lately, for some reason." She didn't add the fact that she wasn't thinking of scheming much because her mind was filled with fantasies of fucking Alan. "Susan's on her period, but as soon as that's over I'm going to do everything I can to make their first time special."

"Good. How did Alan do with the anal sex, by the way?"

"Apparently quite well. He certainly passed the expectations test on that one. He's gotten Susan seriously hot to trot for more rounds of rump riding. I tell you, the kid's a natural."

"Well, that's good. But still, I worry about those two. I want them to be happy. I hope you're sincerely doing your best to help them now and you're not just thinking about your own needs."

"Hey, don't start analyzing me."

"Why not? I think I could be pretty good at this whole analysis thing. Okay, maybe not psychology per se, but sex therapy, definitely! I challenge you to find someone who has more practical sexual experience than I do. I 'do the do' in the triple digits every year. I don't think even you could hold a candle to that."

"You've got me there. Okay, fine. If you're so good, analyze this. I've been mentally holding back when having sex. You know how it is with me - I've got my schemes and analysis working in the back of my mind at all times. But last night, I just totally lost it with Alan, and found myself completely in the moment. It was fantastic! But it was also scary. It almost happened today again with Susan, and that was REALLY scary, because I had all these visions about complete submission to Alan at the same time and the two feelings were tied together. I want to experience that total freedom and the greater joy that comes with it, but I don't want to become some kind of sex slave in the process!"

"And did you have submissive visions or feelings last night? With Alan?"

"Yeah. I did. I actually crawled across the floor in naked desperation to get him to fuck me. How pathetic is that?"

"Oooh. Sounds sexy!" Xania purred. "I hope you'll give me a visual demonstration of that later so I can better diagnose your problem."

"Very cute. But to top it off, he actually turned me down. ME! Can you say 'frustration'?"

"Yikes! That is pretty hard to believe," Xania said sympathetically. "Sorry. Anyway, I've got a therapeutic edge on diagnosing you, because I know you from your college days and I'm sure you're not the submissive type. In fact, you're very domineering."

"I know, but it's Susan! She's corrupting me. You should see the way she carries on. Katherine, too. They go on and on about submitting to Alan, talking about it like it's the greatest thing since sliced bread. It's positively infectious, even though I know he's really just a kid and not the sex god we all make him out to be. Buttering him up is fun, but after awhile even I start to believe the hype. Yet the whole submission thing doesn't feel right for me." Suzanne sighed.

"It isn't. But here's the thing. I know what you mean about completely letting go. And as you know, I'm a dom too. Not that I'm into S and M, but insofar as that kind of issue comes up, I'm a total dominatrix. Just like you. But I let myself go all the time. You don't have to be submissive to Alan to completely submit to your desires. Your mind is just confusing things because you're new to it. Trust me, I know, because I've experienced it all myself. Submit to your desires, but not to Alan."

"Wow. Really? Xania! You ARE great at analyzing! That's the best advice I think anybody's ever given me. You really do have a talent for this. But how do I do it? I don't know how to let myself go emotionally in the first place, much less do it and stay in a certain frame of mind."

"Practice, my dear, practice. You need to have sex with someone outside your little social circle and practice letting go emotionally until you get it right. Do you know anyone from out of town sexy enough and skilled enough to make you lose your mind, who, oh, I don't know, has a name that begins with the letter X?"

Suzanne laughed. "You devious devil! As a matter of fact I do. It just so happens that I've got this other girlfriend named Xylophone-ica. She's hot."

Now Xania laughed hard. "You could at least make up a more believable name than that. ... How about ... Xavier-ella?"

They both laughed even more. When they stopped, Suzanne said, "Okay, you got me. Susan was telling me earlier that Alan wants to keep things cool for a few days because he's got all kinds of big tests coming up. But my hormones are still raging and a visit from you might just fit the bill. When can you come down?"

"Now it's me coming there? What happened to you coming here?"

"You're a tough one. I like that. Xania, I've forgotten just how much I like you, and how similar we are. Why did we ever fall out of contact in the first place?"

"Suzanne! You have a lot of gall to ask that! Don't you remember a certain wonderful man named Jeffrey? And how I thought he was 'the one,' until I found out you were sleeping with him? My own roommate stabbing me in the back? And then we had that big fight and I swore that the next time I'd see you it would be in hell?!" Xania got increasingly heated and angry as her bad memories came flooding back. 

"Oh. THAT Jeffrey. Oopsie. Are you still mad?" Suzanne wasn't thinking too well because the talk of Alan fucking had sent most of her mind into fantasy mode.

Xania was peeved but controlled. "'Oopsie?' Suzanne, I could strangle you. Yes, I'm still mad, but only because you brought it up. Truth is, I'd completely blocked it out of my mind. But now that you're reminded me, you owe me, big time."

"God, I feel so horrible."

"Enh, don't get that worked up about it. With hindsight, he clearly wasn't 'the one.' We were too young and green to last. It seems I'm too changeable and unfaithful to ever keep a relationship longer than a year or two, anyway. And time heals all wounds, yada yada. But that doesn't let you off the hook. You seriously owe me. We can start with that promised victory fuck."

"You're right. I'm game, and the sooner the better. When's good for you?"

"How about tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow? No. We've got this weird sexual card game thingy going on at the Plummer house. I can't miss that. What about Thursday?"

"Wait a sec. 'Sexual card game thingy?' With Susan, Katherine, and Alan? And you didn't invite me?"

"Xania, how can you maintain your role as family psychologist if you attend a card game orgy?"

"Orgy? Even better! I'm definitely going to that. Excellent! I get to don my nerdy glasses and play a psychologist again. I love it! You've just invited me, like it or not, after what you did with Jeffrey. Not to mention all my great advice. You and I can warm up with a victory celebration of our own that afternoon or the morning after. And as for my cred, I dunno. I'll go as a case study observer or something. Who cares? That's your job, to think up good cover stories. Wouldn't you agree the sex scam credibility bar is extremely low when it comes to the Plummer family?"

"You've got a point there," Suzanne reluctantly agreed. "They're all so naïve and trusting when it comes to what I tell them, even Alan, who normally knows better. Doubtless, he doesn't think too critically if he's getting so much pussy out of the deal. It feels cruel to lie to them, though admittedly I rarely let that stop me. I figure I do ultimately have their best interests at heart."

"Okay, so tell me all about this card game and what I need to bring, and who's going to be there and everything! This is going to be fun."

Suzanne sighed, disappointed to have yet more tough competition with Alan, given that Xania's body was a near clone of her own and Xania's tongue was even longer and more dexterous than her own already very long one. But her mind was too distracted with Alan fantasies to come up with excuses to keep Xania away and a part of her wanted Xania there as another sex partner. She began, "Well, it all started when I was at a party a few weeks back and I met this woman named Brenda..."

"Oh, wait. Before you get started, I've got one more thing I should remember to mention. You know your worry about submissiveness and letting go?"

"Yeah?"

"You're going to have to overcome those kinds of worries if you want to easily let go and fully enjoy sex, in the way Susan obviously now does. She practically lost her mind in my office when I merely asked her to fantasize about fucking her son. Embrace your role as a natural dominant and feel secure in that. Then, from that safe position, you'll be able to have the occasional submissive fantasy or experience and let go in that way, and then return to your natural personality."

"Really? I can do that?"

"Suzanne, for someone so sexually experienced, you can be awfully naïve too. Sure you can. You know, it's funny how little people change. You still are always getting the scoop on everyone else but don't really know yourself. Most doms have a little bit of sub in them, and vice versa. It's healthy to let the other side come out and play every now and then. People like Alan will understand and won't think the less of you. That's just some more good Xania advice that doesn't cost you a dime. Though I do take strap-on fucks as tips." She chuckled.

"Xania, in all seriousness, from now on you really ARE my advisor. There's no one else I could even begin to talk to like this. Thanks so much. I'm so glad that we're friends again."

"Me too. Now tell me all about this Brenda character?"

So Suzanne went into a great explanation about the history of their card games and all she knew about Brenda, plus more on the other participants. 

Xania probed to learn more about Amy and Suzanne's relationship with Brenda, but that was the one topic Suzanne gingerly avoided. 

CHAPTER 7 

Alan was very excited to tell Amy that he'd fucked Susan in the ass before school that morning. In fact, the incestuous assfuck and telling Amy about it was more on his mind than the looming third period test he was bound to fail. 

As soon as his first period was over, he caught Amy in the hallway and rushed her to a safe place to talk. There was a ladies' bathroom not far away, the so-called "stinky bathroom." It was notoriously little-used thanks to a strange smell it always had. He hustled her into there.

"Amy! Guess what I did this morning?" he whispered in excited, conspiratorial tones. He kept an eye on the door and also tabs on the time since the breaks between classes were only five minutes long.

"What?" Amy replied just as excitedly.

"I fucked Susan in the ass!" He said Susan instead of "my mom" on the off chance that someone could somehow hear.

"You did?" Amy was more surprised than anything. Then pangs of jealousy hit her. But she quickly rebounded and attempted to be happy for him. She smiled, though it was a bit forced, and said, "That's super! How was it?"

But before Alan could answer, he looked up and saw that someone else was coming in. Since he was in a woman's restroom, he didn't want to be seen. He rushed into an open stall and closed the stall's door before the door to the ladies' room fully opened.

But to his surprise, his stall door opened before he thought to lock it. Heather stood there, looking at him with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. He'd been trying to avoid Heather, but he was at least glad it was her instead of someone like a teacher wondering why he'd gone into a ladies' room.

"Heather? What are you doing here?"

She laughed and replied, "I think I should be the one asking you that." She turned. "Amy, I've got to talk to Alan about some private things. You mind?" 

"No. That's cool," Amy answered without moving.

Heather spoke more forcefully. "Amy. Please leave now. I want to speak to him alone."

Amy stood behind Heather so she could look Alan in the eyes. Seeing him nod that it was okay for her to go, she said, "Oh. ... M'kay." She left, though very slowly and reluctantly.

Heather watched until she saw Amy close the door. Then she turned back to Alan. Talking more to herself than to him, she said, "Two minutes gone by already. Not good. I'm going to have to speed things up." Standing right in front of the stall Alan was in, and blocking his only way out, she rapidly began taking her clothes off.

"What are you doing?" Alan asked frantically. Despite himself, he found his penis stiffening and throbbing even more than it already was.

"Just getting more comfortable." While a striptease would have been more arousing, she knew time was of the essence, and took off her bra, panties, and everything else within seconds. "You've been ignoring me. This way you can't ignore me."

Alan was stunned into silence. He staggered back and sat down on the toilet seat (luckily, the lid was down). His heart pounded as he wondered what might happen if someone walked in. More alarmingly, he imagined someone walking in but keeping the door to the hallway wide open behind them. Although the bathroom was almost never used, the hallway was certainly busy enough. Hundreds of students might be able to look in and see Heather stark naked if she continued to stand there.

But Heather seemed completely unperturbed by the situation or by Alan's obvious alarm. She posed seductively with her arms up around her head, and said, "Now tell me again that you don't have time to fuck me. Aren't I attractive enough?"

"Jesus Christ! You are. But what if someone comes in here? I'll be in so much trouble! Stop this insanity!"

"You'll be in trouble? What about me? You'd better answer me quickly, or do you want me to ask you again out in the hallway looking like this? I don't take no for an answer."

"All right, all right. What do you want from me?"

"Tell me that you can't resist this body, this incredible hard body. Tell me how you long to pull my knees open wide and spear me. Tell me how you'd pry open my tight ass cheeks with both hands and-"

"Christ! Yes, already! Yes to all of that. Is that all you want me to say? 'Cos I've got a class to go to." 

"Hold on, big boy." She brought her arms down and ran one of her hands through his hair. "I want more. You and me. Some good time together. Alone. In private."

Alan looked around frantically. He could scarcely believe he was talking to a buck naked Heather right in the middle of the school, but then he thought, Hell, we both fucked buck naked in the school parking lot once, so I guess this is small potatoes in a way. Dang, though, she sure doesn't seem to mind being an exhibitionist! 

Alan was already erect just from being near Amy and talking to her. Then when Heather showed up and took off all her clothes, his penis got much harder. Thinking about the parking lot sex and fucking Heather into the hood of her Mustang had his erection so painfully hard that he was half-convinced it would burst through his shorts at any moment. He looked down to his groin just to make sure it wasn't going to do that. 

Heather also had her eyes fixed there. She stepped closer, pushing her breasts practically into his face. She cocked an expectant eyebrow. 

Alan knew what she was non-verbally asking with that curious expression. As his heart pounded, he thought, She's saying, "Hey, you want to just screw class and screw me instead? Let's do it right here and who cares who finds us? Take me on the dirty bathroom floor, take me over the sink, take me anywhere. The key is that you fucking take me! NOW!"

Alan might as well have been psychic, because those were very nearly the exact thoughts going through Heather's mind. However, he didn't fathom just how aroused she was by the prospect of him following through. She'd come in with the intention of scaring promises out of him, but she already wanted more. She tried to step even closer, but she was blocked by the way he was sitting on the toilet seat. 

Alan thought, Shit! She seems so tempting. Fuck it. Fuck it all. Just fuck Heather like an animal and screw the consequences! ... But no. I can't do that. I'm a good kid. An honors student. I'm not going to fuck away my future with some kind of siren or Medusa or whatever the hell kind of mythical creature she's like. A succubus. Yeah, definitely a succubus. I can't give in to a succubus, even if she is spreading her legs wider and wider. I gotta be strong and resist!

Trying to disguise how labored his breathing was becoming, he said in careful tones, "Okay, fine. We can meet again at some point. But this week is really bad. I've got homework coming out of my eyeballs and you know that's the truth. I've got a 20 page essay due Friday in Mr. Randall's class, and that's just one thing."

Heather looked crushed at first, but her expression quickly morphed and she ended up appearing more impressed by his willpower than anything. "That's too bad, but not my problem. I want you today. After school. You can't sit there looking at the most beautiful girl in the school and tell me you don't want to fuck me. I dare you to." She took one hand off his head and slowly stroked it down her breasts, the taut abs of her belly, and on down towards her pussy. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 35



Part 35: Brown Sugar

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 19)

Alan failed his third period class test, just as he figured he would. That put him in a very bad mood when he got to Glory's fourth period class. It wasn't just the one test; he felt he'd gone from being one of the top students to slowly failing out of school due to a non-stop sex obsession. He also felt the added weight of all the homework he hadn't done. 

During lunch, he wasn't in the mood for sex, even though Glory most certainly was. He asked to just get naked and cuddle. 

Glory got out her blanket, sheets, and pillows, and they swaddled up together and cuddled on the floor. They were mostly quiet and motionless, but both of them found the experience to be surprisingly emotional, just the same. He loved her and she loved him, and they simply basked in their mutual love.

By the end of lunch, Alan felt much more optimistic and energetic. He started to get frisky just as they had to put the bedding away and get dressed. 

Glory complained in a playful way, "Now that I've got your motor running, who's going to drive your car?"

"We don't discuss the other women, right, Glory?"

"Oh. Right." But it was clear Glory was very curious about the other women. In fact, her curiosity concerning just exactly who Alan was sleeping with was nearly killing her. Her interest was especially piqued due to a confrontation with Heather during a class break earlier in the morning. She reran the conversation in her mind while thinking over the "other women" idea.

Heather had her bathroom ultimatum with Alan just before attending one of Glory's classes, and she felt flushed with success and also filled with a growing certainty that Alan was committing incest with his sister, due to the way he brushed off her "would you rather sleep with someone even closer to home" question. 

Glory held Heather back during the next break between classes to ask her a couple of probing questions about homework and to chide her for being late to class before sending her on her way. She was frustrated that Heather always seemed to do very well on her essays but poorly in class and on her tests, strongly suggesting that she was somehow cheating on the essays. But Glory couldn't prove it, despite constant efforts to do so.

Before Glory could get started into Heather's work, the haughty teen said, completely out of the blue, "Looks like Alan is really sleeping around with everybody these days, don't you think, Ms. Rhymer?" This was the first time Alan had ever come up in conversation between Heather and Glory. Heather hoped to steer the conversation so she could drop insinuations about Alan committing incest, and see if that could be a fruitful path to shock Glory into breaking up with him. 

But Heather didn't get a chance to do that, because she underestimated Glory's reaction. 

Glory took the comment to be a not-so subtle form of blackmail, showing that Heather knew about her relationship with Alan, and furthermore, a direct insult that she would involve herself with a boy who was sleeping with so many others. She attacked back, saying testily, "I don't think it's appropriate to speak of a fellow student that way, Heather. But in any case, I don't think one could compare how much he sleeps around with how much someone like you does. I'm not one to solicit or pass along rumors, but just the same, if half of what I hear about you is correct, you're sleeping with just about every boy in school and half the girls as well."

Heather was taken aback. "I'll have you know, Ms. Rhymer, I have a very good reputation!"

Glory laughed spitefully. "So, I see you confirm the rumors and only try to argue that not many people know how truly loose you really are. Interesting. I must say it's awful nice of you as head cheerleader to give the school such team spirit by spreading your legs for anyone who asks for it." She spoke in a low tone so the other students coming and going from her class during the break wouldn't hear, but her biting, near whispering tone somehow made her seem more menacing than if she'd been shouting.  

Heather had no idea Glory had this side to her, but she came back gamely. "At least what I'm doing is legal, Ms. Rhymer. Yes, I have a little bit of fun, but when I have my fun I don't do something foolish that could threaten my career." Heather strongly emphasized "threaten my career" in a low growl.

Glory didn't have a good comeback for that, as she knew that issue was her Achilles' heel. She looked around the room and noticed with some relief that no one had noticed or heard anything out of the ordinary; apparently they just assumed she was speaking to a student about class work. Dismissing Heather with a disdainful glance and shrug, she said, "We'll discuss this later. Remember to do your homework." 

She looked down at Heather's chest and noticed from the way Heather's tight, white T-shirt clung that the girl wasn't wearing a bra. She added, "And be mindful of the school's dress code. I'll have to speak to the administration and find out why you're able to flaunt our standards day after day. I wonder what form of persuasion you used on someone to get your way." She let the insinuation that Heather would fuck anyone for favors hang in the air. Her condemning tone of voice carried much more of an insult than her words did.

Heather retorted, "I understand. Someone of YOUR age naturally can't compete so you hide behind the rules to level the playing field."

"Are you calling me old?" Glory was getting increasingly hot under the collar, and almost said that far too loudly. She was outraged, considering that she was only 27 years old. She considered launching into an angry tirade, but held back. The short time provided by the breaks was a big factor in her decision to cut things short. She also worried that Heather could be setting her up, perhaps recording the conversation. With another dismissive gesture, she said, "Heather, get to class. And remember that I'm your teacher and I deserve some respect. That is all."

Heather walked out. As she reached the door to the classroom, she muttered "Bitch" just loud enough for Glory to hear. She was happy that she'd begun the fight against Glory and looked forward to an eventual sweet and hard-fought victory by taking Alan for her own, but she was also a bit scared as she'd never come out so openly against one of her own teachers. Furthermore, in the opening trade of insults, she forgot to drop the hints about Alan and incest that could start to split him and his teacher apart.

Glory overheard the muttered "bitch" comment and silently fumed, "Bitch"?! Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! I swear to God, sometimes I wish I wasn't a teacher. I wish I could really speak my mind and tear that insufferable baby a new asshole. Heather, don't even try to mess with me! You can lord over all the other students all you want but if you mess with a teacher you're gonna find yourself kicked out of this school so fast it'll make your head spin! And trying to get between me and Alan, you're really asking for it. BITCH!

Back with Alan in her arms during lunch later in the day, Glory finished replaying this exchange in her mind and considered telling Alan all about it. She wanted to know what he saw in the bitchy Heather and wanted even more to convince him to have nothing further to do with the girl. But she considered Alan's sullen and quiet mood, and decided it wasn't the right time. He was stressed about failing his third period test and plummeting in his studies in general. She went back to just stroking his hair and enjoying his embrace.

Had Alan known everything about Glory's encounter with Heather, he would have been very disturbed. He would have been most disturbed by Heather's intention to use her suspicions of his incestuous behavior with Glory. For all of Glory's sexual talents and enthusiasm, she had a proper and conservative aspect to her personality, and Alan knew that it would be extremely bad if she discovered that in fact he was sleeping with his sister, much less his mother too. He wondered if Glory would even speak to him again, or worse, if she'd consider it her duty to inform the authorities. 

But at the same time, had he been a fly on the wall, he would also have been perturbed by the emotional intensity of Glory's attacks on Heather. Glory was letting her emotions get the better of her and had acted quite recklessly in speaking so directly and harshly to the conniving head cheerleader. She could have gotten in trouble merely from others overhearing her far too personal conversation.

Alan felt much better after he left Glory. She'd given him some words of encouragement about his academic woes, and all the cuddling didn't hurt. 

But on his way to fifth period class, he ran into trouble. Several large boys surrounded him and backed him into a locker. They looked menacing and appeared to be the size of football linemen. The ringleader, a stereotypically burly guy with square jaw and crew cut, spoke for the group. "There you are. The famous Alan. This is the guy, right?" He looked to one of his flunkies, who nodded.

Alan kept up a brave front. "What do you guys want? I've got to hurry to class."

"What do we want? We've been hearing rumors. You look mild-mannered enough, but people are saying that you're fucking all the best girls in school. What do you have to say to that?" The unnamed bully stepped forward. 

Alan reflexively stepped back, pressing harder into the locker. "I don't know what you're talking about. Look at me! Do I look like the kind of guy women would be after?" But he could see his words weren't having much of an effect. So he made up what he hoped would be a convincing lie. "Okay, so I have a bigger than average dick. Some girls saw it and I guess people talked and every time the story was told, I somehow grew more manly and fucked more girls and my endowment grew longer. But that's it! Just rumors. I've never fucked anybody but my girlfriend!"

"That's not what I hear," the leader growled. But luckily the hallway crowds were thinning out as there was just or minute or so to get to the next class before the bell. The only cluster still left were the burly guys around Alan. A couple of them started to drift off, too.

"I swear! Look at me. I'm a nerd!"

"We'll see. You got off easy this time, but if I find you were sleeping with my Judy..." The big teen smacked his fist into his hand. The blow looked very convincing. He walked off.

Alan was scared shitless on the inside, but he was proud of the way he appeared incredulous and bravely innocent on the outside. He thought, Dang! What the hell? I don't even know this guy's name or who Judy is. I don't know any of them and don't want to know them! This is all Amy's fault. I should have never let her run around and freely tell people what a good fucker I was. Hopefully this will blow over because I'm stopping with the cheerleaders and I'm not gonna get near any Judy or anyone like her. That's for sure!

CHAPTER 2

Alan considered whether or not to cancel his after school meeting with Heather given what had happened. He decided he didn't want a boiling mad Heather on his case, so he obligingly went to the theater room after school, as planned. He figured that since he'd gone the whole school day without a single orgasm, it would be good to get a little relief before heading home and diving into the books. Between the encounter with Heather in the stinky bathroom and the cuddling with Glory at lunch, he was raring to go. 

However, he was annoyed at Heather and wanted to give her a good dressing down first. He correctly figured she was a "give an inch, take a mile" type, and he had to show her that she couldn't push him around. He especially had to make her not want to go any further with her strong hint that he was fucking his sister.

When he walked in, he was very surprised to find not only Heather there, but Joy, Janice, and Heather's best friend Simone. He blurted out incredulously, "Heather, what's going on here?! I thought you wanted to see me alone."

"Hi to you too, Alan. Obviously we're all here to fuck. And if I'm going to prove to you that fucking me is worthwhile, I figure I could use a little bit of help. I'm not above getting some assistance, you know." She pointed to Simone. "You're probably wondering who this is."

"Yes," he said testily. In fact, he'd already met her, while the two of them stood right next to Heather. But at the time, Alan had meant so little to Heather that she didn't think much of the encounter and had completely forgotten that Simone was there. Alan decided it was just easier to play along than to explain the whole situation.

"This is my best friend, Simone," Heather said significantly.

Alan looked Simone over carefully. He stared first at the juncture between her thighs and thought, If I want, I could be plowing that in a few minutes. Wow, that's wild. His eyes drifted up to her chest. Or I could be sliding between those round beauties. It's good to be the king, heh-heh! 

Simone similarly stared at Alan's crotch with more than a little bit of curiosity.

Alan and Simone shook hands with a formality that was a bit funny given they both knew they were probably about to do very sexually intimate things with each other. It was even stranger because both of them recalled the time when they had met before. 

Simone was playing dumb with Heather just like Alan was. She rolled her eyes when Heather wasn't looking. 

Alan felt a bit of a bond from that, like they'd shared a conspiratorial secret. He'd assumed that since Simone was Heather's best friend, she was almost exactly like her: stuck up, self-centered, and bitchy. He was very pleasantly surprised that the vibes he was getting off her were almost nothing like Heather's.

Heather continued, "You've probably seen her with me, walking around school or eating or whatever. She's not only my best friend, but one of my fuck buddies too. She's got the hots for you, as do just about all the girls around here after what Amy's been telling everybody. I assume she's fuck-worthy?"

Alan was chagrined, especially by the mention of his growing reputation, particularly in light of what the bully had said earlier. He replied directly to Simone, "Nice to meet you. I do recognize you from around school, now that I think about it. Why, I think I've seen you at the White Sands Beach before, no?"

"That could be." Simone grinned knowingly at his veiled reference to the first time they'd met. 

"I don't usually say this to people I barely know, but you're definitely fuck-worthy. In fact, Simone, I dare say you're even more beautiful than Heather." He didn't actually feel that way, although it was a close call. He just said it to get in a dig at Heather.

"Why, thank you," Simone replied, seemingly unfazed by the unusual situation. "Heather, he's so charming." She joked, "And he speaks deep truths." 

But Heather wasn't amused. She replied, "Nice try, Alan. I know no one's more beautiful than me and that you're just trying to get a rise out of me. It won't work. Now, shall we get started?"

Alan thought, Dang, Heather needs some serious attitude adjustment. Talk about stuck on yourself! Geez. 

He took another look at Simone. Wow. Definitely fuck-worthy. As if I wouldn't know her! Everybody at school at least knows of her. Of course, all of Heather's girlfriends are hot but with so few black people at our school, Simone really stands out. She looks so exotic with that short, choppy hair that doesn't look like the typical black person's kinky hair. She looks really tropical, like she's from some tropical island; the Solomon Islands or Trinidad or something, maybe. And she seems surprisingly cool for being Heather's best friend. Not at all what I expected. True I don't know her, but at least she's not walking around like she's got a stick up her butt.

Simone came up to Alan and whispered in his ear, "I hope you don't think that just because I'm ready to fuck someone I hardly know that I'm some kind of wanton hussy." She paused, then said jokingly, "Hell, who am I kidding? I AM a wanton hussy! But still, it takes a special man to interest me." She backed away, laughing. 

Heather, who had been leaning in to hear Simone's whispers, looked at Alan a little closer. "Something wrong, big man? Don't you like my friends?"

Alan looked around. "Hi Joy. Hi Janice." 

They replied in kind with hellos and friendly waves. 

He continued, "No, I'm happy to see you all. It's just that this raises the performance bar. I was expecting a simple, quick fuck, and now I've got a big production. It's not easy to please four girls at once. It takes a lot of energy."

Heather smiled. "Don't worry. Your only goal here is to fuck me. The others are just here to assist with that, unless you want to give Simone or any of the others a quick warm up fuck first. It's up to you. Don't worry about their pleasure. Just worry about yours and mine. Come on. You got me so worked up earlier today; let's get this show on the road!"

Alan again looked around and said to the others. "Are all of you okay with that? Or did Heather put you up to his?"

Janice replied, "Heather didn't need to talk us into this. Given what you said yesterday about not wanting to fuck us anymore, Joy and I figure we should take any opportunity with you we can get." 

In actual fact, Heather had a hard time getting Janice to participate due to their mutual feud. Janice was dead against it despite really wanting to fuck Alan because she was even more set against doing anything to help Heather. Then Heather subtly pointed out that it would be an opportunity for Janice to see Joy naked, and even be with and touch Joy naked. That clinched it for Janice.

Simone said to Alan, "I don't want to put any pressure on you or anything, but I'm pretty much in the same boat. You've become quite well-known in certain circles in the girls' locker rooms. Heather and I have gotten into a lot of mischief together. I remember when Heather first talked about you uncertainly, the mysterious 'nerd' she couldn't quite place. Then when she first told me about how the two of you had sex, she tried to pass it off as a joke. But you've come a long way in a short time. Lately she's always talking about you, gushing about what a dream you are. I just had to see for myself what this special guy was made of. It took me a while to get her to agree, but here I am."

Alan was surprised to see Heather profusely blushing. He had a hard time imagining her gushing or calling anyone dreamy, let alone him.

Heather clapped her hands to help quickly change the topic. "Okay, everyone. Enough chatting. No doubt Alan's in a hurry. He always is. So let's do it! Why are we all standing around with our clothes on?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 35



Clothes started dropping, including Alan's. An idea to teach Heather a lesson of sorts was forming in Alan's mind. He asked, "So. I'm the king of the hill here, right? Heather, you want me to do whatever I want so I'll be happy and do this again, right?"

"Right." Heather started to get worried with where his train of thought was going. She pulled her damp panties off as she finished undressing. 

Alan snapped his fingers while pulling his shorts off and exposing his turgid penis. "Okay. Heather, on your knees in front of me. You're going to blow me to warm me up, since you love that so much." He was sarcastic with this last point, since he knew the one sexual act she enjoyed the least was giving blowjobs. Blowjobs weren't all about her, and giving her the pleasure.

Yet Heather immediately and wordlessly obeyed. 

Alan found it nearly eerie the way she eagerly crawled over to him and began licking. 

Alan trained his eyes on Simone, since she was new, unusual, and alluring. His perception of her was based on the many times he'd scoped her out, usually from a distance. But now she slowly revealed herself and took off her top, Alan realized that she was even hotter and fitter than he'd realized. She was downright muscular, no doubt due to her love of playing sports. 

Her body was a lot like Heather's. Alan contemplated that that wasn't so surprising, since the two of them and were good friends. Heather wasn't going to associate with someone ugly, or even unremarkable looking. He was well aware of Simone's lovely bubble butt, but he'd never realized just how stacked she was up top. He was surprised enough to ask, "Holy cow, where have you been hiding those things?"

Simone giggled. "Let's just say they were an early Christmas present from my dad. You're one of the first to take them for a test drive."

"Impressive. Give his plastic surgeon my compliments." He thought, I guess that explains that. I remember her being a cup or so smaller a couple of months ago, and it looks like I was right. 

He looked down and saw Heather eagerly taking more and more of his erection in her mouth. You can't say she doesn't enjoy this. Actually, I kind of hope she doesn't. Somehow it makes it more fun to see Heather doing something against her will. 

Simone stepped forward so Alan could inspect her breasts with his hands, which is exactly what he did. He was even more impressed with their feel - they didn't feel fake.

As if Simone could read his mind, she said, "They feel real because it's mostly real tit flesh in there - I just boosted them a little to get my bra size a tad bit bigger than Heather's. We're awfully competitive with each other."

Heather stopped cocksucking long enough to say, "You see, Alan? You see what I can do for you if you play ball with me? I can bring you girls. Lots of girls. Orgies. Orgies filled with sizzling hot teen pussy. Simone has a great pussy. I fuck all my girlfriends, and she's one of the best. We can have a-"

Alan interrupted her by pushing his penis back into her mouth. "Enough talking, more head, cocksucker." He knew that Heather got turned on by being degraded. On one hand he wanted to punish her by giving her a bad time, but on the other hand he enjoyed giving her the treatment she craved. The latter urge won out, since he was in a bit of a bad mood and it was fun, if immature, to let it out on Heather. Thinking about her hinting at blackmail regarding him and Katherine made him feel mean. Talking more to himself than anyone, he added, "I don't need anyone new. This is probably a really bad idea."

But his libido was in control now. He looked over at Janice. "Hey Janice, you know how to stimulate a prostate? Good. Take my ass." (He didn't want the enemies Heather and Janice close together.)

Then he looked at Joy. "Joy, help Heather with the cocksucking. She's clearly such a bad lover that she needs at least three other girls to help her please a man." 

Heather was going to protest that, but Alan kept his hands firmly on her head and his penis deep in her mouth, preventing her from talking. On a whim, Alan forcibly prevented Heather from pulling away, even though she struggled to do so. Finally, it appeared that she was running out of breath. She looked at him venomously and scraped his penis with her teeth, just enough to warn him. 

Alan finally backed off, but not before noticing how much Heather got off on being forced. 

Janice and Joy both got busy with their new tasks. 

Heather went from full on deep cocksucking to long licks up and down Alan's pole, so she could accommodate Joy kneeling next to her. But Heather was extremely hot to trot and determined to outdo Joy in every way. In addition to giving the dual blowjob her all, she lay over one of his legs and used her whole body to constantly rub him everywhere she could touch him.

Simone stood nearby watching for a couple of minutes. She said to Heather (though Heather was so consumed with her licking and rubbing that Simone was doubtful she was listening), "Fucking unreal. Okay, I'm starting to believe the hype. I've never seen three girls on one guy before. And I don't know any guy who wouldn't have busted a nut already from that much stimulation. Wow."

Heather surprisingly replied while still licking, "Fucking unreal is right! What did I tell you? Just wait until you feel the things he does with his hip thrusts. Or the way his cum tastes. You know how I HATE to swallow, but this is different. Mmmm. Remember Alan, you promised me this load! And the next one. Mmmm..." 

Alan had been enjoying himself so much that he'd temporarily forgotten Simone, but now he looked up and admired her dangling orbs as she leaned forward to get a better view. He said, "My apologies for Heather's interruption. She keeps thinking there are people who want to hear her talking, when naturally the only thing she should do with her mouth is suck cocks and lick pussy. I don't know how you can stand her as a friend. Although I suppose it's nice to have a human cunt for a pet, always ready to stop, drop, and eat you whenever she's ordered to."

Simone laughed. "She lets you treat her like this? I can't believe it! She never told me about THIS! Needless to say, she's hardly my cunt pet. Or are you, Heather?" Simone laughed some more, obviously fantasizing for a moment that what Alan was saying was true.

Alan tsk-tsked. "Has Heather been talking again? I warned her not to do that any more. She'll say the craziest things when her tongue isn't busy with a cunt or a dick. She even makes some people feel intimidated. Can you imagine that - a pet cunt acting all haughty? Simone, do you keep her on a leash? I assume you do. In the future I recommend you keep her on a shorter leash. And in the future, don't let her walk on two feet, like people do. That just gives her ideas. She belongs on her back getting fucked, but failing that, she should crawl."

Simone was more than a little surprised. "Heather? Are you just going to take that? Aren't you going to kick him in the nuts?" 

Alan was pleased to see that Heather was getting quite excited. It helped that Janice was reaching around and fondling Heather's clit with the hand that wasn't playing with Alan's ass. 

He let go of Heather's head, curious to hear what she'd say (which depended on if she'd gotten in the mood yet). He asked, "So, cunt, what do you have to say to Simone?"

Heather pulled Alan's penis out of her mouth and gasped for breath for a few moments. She looked up at Simone and said contritely, "Sorry, Simone. I've been bad. I haven't been sucking enough of Alan's cock. When I'm without cock, it makes me start to think and stuff. And that just hurts my head." She rubbed her head as if saying that many words was painful.

Simone was beyond shocked. She could see that Heather was just acting an outlandish role, but she was obviously really getting into it, joyfully hamming it up. 

Alan said, "Simone, by the way, my hands are free. Bring your lovely rack over here."

Simone was puzzled what he meant, then boggled at his suggestion. Whoa. Apparently three cheerleaders aren't enough for him?! She walked to his side, sat down, and leaned forward over him so he could have easy access to her chest. 

As Alan began idly fondling Simone's boobs, he pressed Heather, "So, cunt, what about all that walking?"

Heather bewailed theatrically, "It's horrible! Simone not only won't let me crawl to my classes, but she doesn't even let me wear my leash to school. And I have to wear clothes, like, everywhere!" She giggled with a surprisingly uninhibited girlishness then resumed her inexperienced but inspired cocksucking.

Alan looked up at Simone. He tsk-tsked again, even while he continued to fondle her very dark-skinned tits. "Simone, I thought you were a good friend. Owning a slave is a great responsibility. Surely you of all people, with the history of black slavery in this country, should know how important it is to treat a slave well. You make her wear clothes? Like she's some kind of normal person?"

Simone grinned. "I'm afraid I do." She was warming up to Alan despite all the weirdness and found herself running her hands all over his chest. She was partly inspired to see just how much stimulation he could handle at once. 

Alan then asked, "And what about branding? I don't see any branding or even a tattoo. If you own this cunt, I expect to see a big 'S' on one of her ass cheeks at the very least. Where's the tattoo?"

Heather groaned quite loudly in extreme arousal. Her whole body started to buckle over Alan's leg as if she was being soundly fucked. 

Simone shook her head in amazement. She replied, "I'm afraid I haven't gotten around to that just yet."

Alan said in a severe voice, "If you don't brand your toy, then anyone can claim her. In fact, I think I'll put my own mark on her in a little while. I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished for your lax Heather ownership."

Simone muttered slowly and uncomprehendingly, "Lax? ... Slave? ... Heather?" She was still visibly stunned to see the proud Heather willingly act like this. I thought I knew Heather better than anyone else. If other guys are at all forward or aggressive with her, she stomps on their balls and eats them for lunch. What's going on here?! 

CHAPTER 3

Alan said to the three girls on him, "Okay, enough. I need a break."

Everyone lay recovering for a couple of minutes. Even though all the sex had been extremely Alan-centric so far, everyone was having a good time. Heather in particular was unusually aroused, which was saying a lot given her powerful sex drive. 

Once Alan felt able to go on, he ordered Simone, "Get on that table over there. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a good fucking. I'm curious to see what fucking a black woman is like. ... Joy, please get her a pillow and put it over there."

Simone staggered back onto the table and found herself crawling up onto it. She looked up at Alan with a bit of fear. She didn't understand how much of his domineering persona was an act. She half-expected him to really pull out a brand and she was so flabbergasted that she didn't know what to think. 

He commanded, "Bend your legs back and hold onto your ankles. Or are you here to play chess? Get to it!" His aggressive role play with Heather was accidentally rubbing off in the way he treated others.

Simone followed his command then muttered, "It's true."

"What's true?" Alan shook the other girls off of him and walked over to the table. He positioned himself over Simone to mount her.

She repeated, "It's true! What people are whispering about you. How you're the greatest fuck in school. Look what you've done to Heather! I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes. Please don't do that to me? I like my freedom! Don't make me your slave?"

Joy grinned like a brainwashed cult member. "If you think that's something, just wait until he fucks you."

Janice added, "He makes the boys of this school look like the premature ejaculators they are. Emphasis on 'boy.' But Alan's a MAN."

"Okay, you all," Alan chided. He got embarrassed at such praise and actually didn't like it. "That's enough. Heather, come here and feed my dick into Simone. I want you to jack or lick it as much as you can until I get going at a good pace. Joy and Janice, do whatever you want to both me and Simone and yourselves to liven things up. After all, this is an orgy."

Janice suddenly got excited at the prospect of touching Joy, but she tried to hide it from her voice. With alarm in her voice but hope in her heart, she asked, "Wait. Alan, you're saying the rest of us should, like, do lesbian things to each other? You want me to get physical with Joy, even?"

He looked at Janice's face and saw how she was trying to hide her eagerness. 

He thought, I don't know what this is about, but it looks like I can make Janice really happy. 

He said commandingly, "Yes. Of course. You two get physical with each other, and Heather, and Simone too. Joy, you suck on Simone's tits while Janice eats you out. If you do a really good job, I might fuck you first next time."

Janice rushed behind Joy so she could pump her fist into the air in triumph without Joy seeing. 

Alan couldn't help but laugh in sympathy at Janice's happiness. But then he turned back to his main task of the moment, fucking Simone. 

Alan stood poised with his penis a mere inch or two from Simone's pussy lips while Heather both licked and jacked him off. He could hear her repeatedly mumbling, "Cum, dammit! Cum!" 

The wait was excruciating for Simone, but she endured it. The fact that Heather was so passionately licking her pussy lips as she focused on where Alan was almost entering her just built up her lust and made waiting that much harder to do.

Heather was reluctant to give up the dick she was both stroking and licking, but some loud coughs from Alan finally got her to act. She finally started to push Alan's dick into Simone's steamy hole. 

Simone let out a great breath of relief. She let out a deeper sigh of pleasure as the thick intrusion pushed a couple of inches deeper into her.

But then it stopped. Heather was unwilling to give up any more of the penis that she was still holding and loving. The penis head was completely consumed by Simone's tight slit, but that still left Heather a lot of inches to play with. 

Heather had been laboring for many long minutes at getting Alan to climax and still he hadn't climaxed (although she had, once already). She was absolutely possessed with determination to get him to cum, even though she knew that would mean he would shoot into Simone. In fact, in a surprisingly unselfish way, she truly wanted Simone to share in the joy of feeling Alan's hot cum spurting into her.

Simone, in her own desperate need, began wiggling her hips and squeezing her pussy muscles to get at least a little fucking action going. She could have just started thrusting back and forth but she was worried about trapping Heather's face between Alan's thighs and herself.

Another thing that kept her from pushing Heather away was the simple shock of feeling Heather in such a subservient position. Simone had been in orgies with Heather before, but she'd never seen or imagined Heather actually feeding a penis into someone else. The orgies (usually all girl "slumber parties") inevitably centered around Heather. Simone wanted to prolong the experience to better remember it later. 

But then Alan started to get antsy. Although Simone didn't know what she was doing with her pussy squeezing, her moves were having a big effect, especially combined with Heather's worshipful licking and stroking. Further, he'd been building up the need to cum ever since running into Heather in the stinky bathroom and his need for release was intense. He didn't want to lose his load before he could really get started with Simone because he knew that it was important to make a good first impression. 

So, without saying anything, he slowly pushed his penis all the way into Simone until Heather had to let go. As his pubic hair came into contact with Simone's ass, Heather was forced to withdraw her head out of the way. Then he gradually pulled back out. 

Heather eagerly grabbed the now pussy-soaked stick and licked and squeezed it while she could, until it disappeared again. She flicked her tongue all over it, even more turned on to know it now that had Simone's juices all over it as well.

Suddenly Heather exclaimed, "GOD, it's so GOOD!" She sucked and licked and stroked Alan's penis so ardently that Alan couldn't help but pause for a while before pushing back into Simone so Heather could do her thing. 

As Alan paused, he said to Simone, "Don't be alarmed. I'm not going to fuck you into a slave or something. I don't have that power. Heather is like this because she wants to be, and only for a time. At other times, she acts like her usual bitch-self with me. Believe me. You should have seen the way she was pushing me around this morning with all her demands. This is just an ordinary fuck, so relax and enjoy it." He wanted to diminish the sky-high expectations everyone was creating.

Joy looked up from Simone's tit that she'd been licking. She seemed content enough with all the lesbian activity going on around her, even though she wasn't naturally inclined that way. 

Alan forgot about her inclinations, since he was so used to every female he came across being bisexual. 

Joy stared seriously at Simone and said half-jokingly, "Don't believe him. He'll turn you into his sex slave. Look at the three of us and what we're doing. Enjoy your last few minutes of freedom - once you climax, it's all over!"

Alan slowly slid into Simone and then back out. The stroke took over a minute. Then he paused again, which greatly pleased Heather, because it gave her many more long moments to work on his penis with her fingers and tongue. He looked at Joy and said, "Joy, please. No joking. Tell Simone that you're just joking."

Joy was back at Simone's nipple and wasn't intent on stopping again. 

But Alan tapped on her until she finally relented. He said again, "Come on. Don't freak her out. Tell her you're joking already."

Joy looked at Simone. "Okay. I'm joking. Kind of. The fact is, Alan is a great fuck. Janice is right. He makes the other guys look like the inexperienced boys they are. Look at him: he's drowning in female flesh and he's hardly fazed. He may not literally blow your mind, but it's a mind blowing experience all the same."

"Okay, Joy. That's enough," Alan griped.

Everyone went back to what they were doing for a couple of minutes. Alan was still making extremely slow strokes into Simone so Heather would have a chance to stay involved and back away when need be. 

After a while Alan looked again over at Joy and Janice. He saw that Joy had given up on licking Simone's tit and was leaning back, completely absorbed by the pussy licking Janice was giving her. He remembered now that Joy said she didn't go for lesbian sex, and just from her facial expression he couldn't tell if she was in agony or ecstasy. So he asked, "Joy, how's it going over there?"

"Well, you want Janice to do this," was all Joy said. Her tone was neutral as well.

Alan decided that he'd talk to Joy alone some time later. He thought, I feel bad. I'm getting so haughty and insensitive. Am I just using Janice and Joy for my own pleasure or am I helping push them together? Do I really care what happens to them? I feel the temptation of just letting go and giving in to my darker urges. Especially when my libido is in control, like it is right now. I have to fight it!

Simone suddenly cried out, "Alan, I can't take it any more! Heather, get off and let him really fuck me! This slow shit is great to a point but now I need a solid nailing. That penis is MINE, girl! Fuck me now, Alan! Really go at it!"




Six Times a Day Pt. 35



Alan complied, especially since he was feeling the same way. He began pushing in and out at a normal fucking pace. There was no room for Heather anymore so he said to her, "You heard your mistress, Cunt Girl. Twiddle her clit and keep your finger up my asshole while you watch me fuck."

Heather, surprisingly, put up resistance and refused. "No, Alan! Fuck me instead. Please! I've been waiting for this! I'm so keyed up. If you don't fuck me now I'm gonna die!"

Alan paused in his thrusting and all action stopped. He said to Simone, "See what happens when you're lax with your slave? This kind of annoying shit. Well, Heather, if you're going to be so difficult. I'll tell you what. Lie down and have Simone lie on top of you. That way, I'll have a choice of fucks."

"Yes!" Heather was happy and gladly did what he commanded. She lay on her back and Simone lay face down on top of her, so their pussies and tits could rub against each other.

Alan stood behind and probed with his penis at the two pussies lined up on top of each other. He commented, "You two are easily the darkest fucks I've ever had. But Heather, even though your skin is so tanned, your pussy is nice and pink and creamy. Simone's on the other hand is a lovely chocolate brown, just like the rest of her. Which one should I go for? Chocolate or cream?"

He probed with his penis, slightly entering one pussy only to pull out after going in an inch. Then he'd do the same to the other. Both girls were insane with anticipation and held their breath, hoping to be chosen.

Finally Alan chose Simone, as he knew he would all along. He just wanted to torture Heather a bit more. As he pushed in all the way to Simone's succulent depths, he said, "Sorry, Heather. Looks like Simone wins. Problem is, I prefer chocolate. Especially dark chocolate. Mmmm. Yum."

Heather cried out, "Alan! No! Why are you doing this to me? God, that was so close!"

"Heather, you need a good de-bitching. You're too stuck up. Now shut up because you're ruining my fuck!"

Simone pressed closer onto Heather, so their lips met. She kissed the head cheerleader and really gave the deep kiss her all. At the same time, she worked hard to keep her tits rubbing into Heather's. 

This was a bit of a diplomatic move, because with all the kissing and rubbing, Heather was unable to talk or respond to Alan. She was trapped beneath Simone, and eventually resigned herself to that fact. She felt tamed, tricked, and defeated, but kind of liked it. The more Alan denied her and defeated her, the more she wanted him. 

Alan slowly built up a head of steam with Simone, plunging into her faster and faster. After all the praise he felt the need to live up to his reputation, and took his time building up the pace until they were speeding along at a fast fuck. 

Alan had Simone cumming long before he got near his own peak. Eventually he reached a frantic slamming mode. 

Heather bounced up and down below them like a human pillow, absorbing every single thrust. She found it maddening yet arousing.

Alan finally reached his peak and aggressively pumped his seed into Simone while she cried and cried incoherently. 

Finally taking some pity on Heather, he went at her clit aggressively even while he was climaxing, causing Heather to cum at the same time as the rest of them.

When it was over, Alan looked around and saw Joy and Janice on the floor next to them. Janice now had a dildo in her hand and was using it on Joy's pussy most vigorously. Joy seemed to be having climaxes of her own, though she wasn't returning the attentions in any way.

Finally all was still. Everyone climaxed and had to recover.

CHAPTER 4

Heather, gratefully able to roll out from under the other two, asked her friend Simone, "So. How was it? Did I tell you, or what? Isn't he the bomb?" 

Simone was still trying to catch her breath. But she opened her eyes wide in a frustrated attempt to convey some of her tangled emotions. Finally, between breaths she managed to gasp out, "Damn!" 

Alan looked up at Heather. "Oh, it's you, Cunt Girl. What did I tell you about talking? It's likely to fry your tiny brain. Get back to licking something. I'm wiped out and Janice and Joy look content, so get busy on the mess between your mistress's legs."

Simone protested, "No, really, you don't have to do that. I'm so sensitive and sore down there right now..." 

But Alan insisted. He didn't understand how sensitive women could get after cumming. 

Heather gave Simone a minute or two to recover, then got licking.

Simone immediately found herself wriggling again, especially since Heather was really working her clit. They knew each other's bodies quite well and Heather knew just what to do to get her friend off. But Simone still tried to answer Heather's "Isn't he the bomb?" question. "God, Alan, that was fantastic. That WAS the bomb. A fucking nuclear bomb. As far as I'm concerned, you can fuck me anytime. I don't care if I'm in the middle of getting fucked by my boyfriend. If Heather gives me the call, I'll be there."

Alan groaned. "Boyfriend? Don't tell me you have one too?"

"Yeah. You probably know him. He's the tall tight end who catches all the touchdowns."

Alan groaned even louder. He thought, She could have called him the extremely tall and LARGE tight end who could kick my ass with both hands tied behind his back. Big, scary black guy. Just my luck. He probably knows the guy who harassed me and accused me of stealing girlfriends. Well, he's right. I didn't even bother to ask if Simone had a boyfriend BEFORE fucking her. Duh!

Alan griped, "Oh man. Simone, I like you and all, but I never meant to get between you and your boyfriend. Now I feel bad. If Amy slept around on me, I don't know what I'd do."

That got a few derisive snorts. 

Janice, who never shirked from speaking her mind, said, "Let me see if I get this straight, Alan. You're lazing in between four naked women, all of whom you've fucked recently, and you're bemoaning the possibility that Amy might one day sleep with another guy." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Uh huh."

"Okay, I'm a hypocrite," Alan replied. "I know that. The thing is, Amy really IS cool with me doing this, for whatever reason. Call me blessed. But Simone, I highly doubt your boyfriend is cool with this. Is he?"

"No. But he's not like my 'boyfriend' boyfriend. He's just a guy I've been dating for a few weeks. I doubt I'll be dating him much longer, especially after you opened my eyes today that I don't have to settle for yet another selfish fucker. We don't have some kind of going steady commitment, so don't feel bad." 

"Oh. Good. Cos I'd like to do it with you again sometime." He got up and began putting on his clothes. He announced, "Okay, that's it. I'm out of here. Thanks for all the fun."

Heather stopped her licking of Simone's pussy and protested. "Wait a minute! You didn't fuck me yet! This is all about you fucking me. That's why I called us all together. That's the whole fucking point! "

Alan gave her a mischievous smile. "Thanks for that, but you must admit it's a much higher priority for me to fuck your mistress than it is to fuck a lowly Cunt Girl."

"No it's not!" Heather protested. "You have to fuck meeeee! My tongue is really to fall off from all the licking you made me do. You owe me!"

"So you implicitly admit that Simone is your mistress. That's a good first step." 

The buxom blonde complained, "I admit no such thing! Alan, the fuck is over. Stop the playing around and get back to our normal roles with each other."

"Cunt Girl, don't be difficult or we'll have to get your leash out and take you for a walk around the school. I hope everyone's gone home, but you never can tell. I imagine the football team is out practicing. I wonder what they'll think. Really, Simone. You need to train her better."

Simone was all smiles. "Sorry. I'll remember what you said. Shorter leash. No clothes. More crawling. A big 'S' tattoo." She joked, "Maybe a doggy bowl too for her to eat her meals with?" 

Heather looked up and gave her best friend the evil eye. 

"I like the doggy bowl. Now you've got the spirit." Alan added, "Tell you what, Simone. You put a big 'S' on one ass cheek and I'll put a big 'A' on her other ass cheek. How would you like that, Heather?"

Heather complained, "I said the playing is over." But her voice lacked conviction. Even now, it was clear such thoughts excited her greatly. 

Alan turned back to Simone. "And don't tell anyone about this, okay? Some guys are getting jealous and it could get ugly. Okay?"

Simone nodded. "Okay."

Alan was quickly dressed and left before Heather realized he was really going. He wished he could stay and see the fallout from what Janice did to Joy, but he figured he should leave on a high note, before Heather's usual bitchy personality completely reasserted itself.

Heather turned her head around at the sound of the door slamming, and then pounded a fist into her open hand. She extricated herself from Simone and looked around. 

The other three girls were all smirking at her. Simone was starting to joke, "So. Fido, do you-" 

Heather shot such an intensely hateful look at Simone that Simone completely froze. "Shut up! Don't even THINK it!" 

Simone meekly nodded. She knew it was extremely unwise to cross Heather when she was mad. 

Heather pointed to each girl in turn and said, "Okay, you all. That's enough!"

They all bowed their heads in the face of her withering stare. The situation was suddenly very uncomfortable, because Heather had reasserted her authority but ideas of brandings and doggy bowls were still on everyone's minds. Soon all the girls put their clothes on and made to leave.

Simone thought as she pulled her T-shirt over her head, I thought that was too good to last. I guess Bizarro World only lasts as long as Alan's in the room. Looks like I'll have to put off that 'S' branding for another day. ... As if that'll ever happen. But it's fun to dream after all the shit Heather puts me through. ... Man alive, that Alan is fun though. I can't wait to do this again and carry on where we left off. Maybe I should bring a doggy bowl, just in case we could put it to good use. Heh-heh! 

Alan thought that he'd won a victory of sorts, that he'd given Heather the message not to force him into anything. But that was half right and all wrong. He only had a partial understanding about her: he knew how to turn her on, but not how to turn her off. If he wanted to get rid of her he needed to act fawning and always say yes, like all the other guys did. Because of the way he treated her and bested her, she loved and desired him all the more. And yet she wasn't simply submissive about it, because at the same time she seriously vowed to get revenge. 

Heather consoled herself as she shimmied into her tight clothes, Okay, that was a bit embarrassing. But I still hold all the cards. Actually, more cards now. By getting Janice to attend, and using the lure of Joy, I've shown that I can get Janice to do what I want as long as I keep the Joy lure dangling. And where Janice goes, Joy follows. I can force those two closer together physically, and then Janice is going to permanently owe me, big time. That'll be extra delicious because she wants to get back at me so bad but she can't because I'm the one who can put her together with Joy naked. It'll be fun to watch her squirm, having all this shit on me but unable to use it. Ha! 

Then there's Simone. Screw all this "mistress" shit. The fact is, she'll do what I say. Now I've got her googly about Alan. She's been far too rebellious with me lately, but I can use the Alan lure to keep her better under my thumb. If I tell her to jump to have sex with Alan, she'll ask how high. I just have to get Kim on my side, too, and I'll have most of my cheerleading squad at my disposal. They're all my natural allies, and will want to see Amy put down into her place so Alan will look to us and not her for his fucks. We can work as a team against Glory, too. They're just timid at the moment because Amy's so nice and Glory's a teacher.

Then there's Katherine. She's the key. I've got to prove what she's really doing with her brother and then I'll be able to control Alan like a puppet. I just KNOW there's something going on there. Won't it be delicious? Alan thinks he's so funny calling me "Cunt Girl." Well, I think I'll call my new boyfriend "Cock Boy." "Come here, Cock Boy. Lick my feet. You're going to stay in and fuck me all night long. Just me. Come here, Simone. Stick his fat impaler in me and lick it if you get a chance whenever he pulls out. That's all you get. And no back talking, slave girl!" Ha! HA! That'll show them. Alan looks like he's in the driver's seat now, but soon I'll have total control over everyone who was here today. 

CHAPTER 5

Alan had to walk home since he'd been driven to school in the morning and Susan wasn't there to pick him up. As he walked, his mind filled with regrets over what he'd done with Heather and the others. 

He thought, Just yesterday I'd made a vow to steer clear of those exact people so I could spend more quality time with the ones I really love. What do I do? I go and fuck Kim yesterday, and the rest of them today. What's worse, I've added a gorgeous new girl. Simone seems as affected as the others by my fucking. What gives with that? She was so wet and hot even before I started fucking her. Did all that talk with Heather get her going? Are all the other guys in school really that pathetic at fucking? Whatever. I guess I can't understand it. 

The point is, I've dug myself into an even deeper hole. The problem is, now I have to go home and pay the piper. At least I can take my time walking there. That'll give me a chance to recover.

I know exactly what's gonna happen when I get home from school. Mom vowed that she would take it easy and resort to nothing but stealth stroking for the rest of the day, but that's sooo not gonna to happen. She's gonna be in serious cock withdrawal by the time I get there. And the anal sex this morning only partially sated her, because that means she hasn't sucked cock since yesterday morning. That's bad. She'll be needy, despite her desire to give me a break.

He figured his mother would be all over him. However, Katherine would also be home by then. He imagined his sister would just sit in her room, glum at missing out on all the fun (the one good thing about her new slavish attitude is that she obeyed his requests). He in fact still wanted to take things easy, so he came up with a plan to get his sister to take up his mother's attention and considerable sexual energy.

He also thought about how Susan was singing the Monty Python song "Every Sperm Is Sacred" off and on for much of the morning before he left for school. With that in mind, he walked a little bit out of his way, stopped by a music store, and bought a CD with that song on it. 

When he got home, Susan was in the kitchen wearing her erotic topless apron and cooking up an after school snack for him and Katherine. He gave her a friendly peck on the cheek, and asked, "What are you making?"

"Cookies. They're almost done, and I know you like them. Oatmeal and raisin. But is that how you're going to greet me? With a timid little kiss like your father would give me? I'm hurt. I've been waiting for you, and you're so late from school... No doubt you were fucking a whole bevy of women while keeping your ugly mommy waiting." She pouted with dramatic flair.

He thought, Little does she know just how true that is! Minus the ugly mommy part, of course. He kissed her on the cheek again, but that was it. "I'm in homework mode. Remember? And what about clothing? Remember that you promised to dress conservatively?"

She pouted even more, "When you said 'conservative' you didn't actually mean covering up the tits too, did you? That's cruel. Look, I'm so good. Look how this apron covers up my pussy." She flipped up the apron so he could have a good, long look at the pussy in question. "And look how it covers the ass." She turned and gave him a long flash of her ass, while she seductively rubbed it. "Two out of three ain't bad, right?"

Alan laughed. "Okay. You're right. Stay topless for now, but nothing more, okay? And I guess I would be remiss in my duties as a dutiful son not to 'get your attention' a little better."

He fondled her ass and tits and wherever else he liked for the next couple of minutes. There was a healthy dose of French kissing, too. 

Susan moaned and mmmmed appreciatively the whole time.

Alan was quite turned on, but he strengthened his resolve not to spend all his free time on sex and went upstairs to get his sister. That naturally led to another attention getting session with Katherine in her bedroom, but he kept it short. He brought her downstairs so they could all partake in the cookies, now coming fresh out of the oven.

Susan was delighted to see Katherine. The two of them kissed and groped as if they'd been separated for ages. Then attention fell to the cookies. Susan said, "Don't think I'll just give you these cookies for free. But I'm open to alternative payment ideas. For instance, a cookie for cum swap." She smiled and winked.

She offered them the plate of cookies, and Alan said while winking back, "I think that can be arranged. But in stealth stroking fashion."

Susan harrumphed, but accepted that. 

"How am I going to pay for my cookies?" Katherine asked, hoping to get into the action. She'd already changed from her school clothes into something sexy when she walked in, but she pulled the straps off of what barely qualified as a top while she asked her question, hoping that would help give her mother some ideas.

Susan was eager to work on those ideas. "If you'll work with me to provide Alan some visual stimulation, that will be worth a couple of cookies. Why don't you come over here and rub your tits against mine? It's not like Mommy's into women, not exactly, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made in order to get all of Alan's nasty sperm out."

Katherine happily did as she was told. But rather than engage in a kiss as well, they both pushed their chests as far out as they could and held their heads back, trying to highlight their tit mashing as much as possible. 

"How do you like this, Tiger?" Susan asked.

"It's great. Look, it made my wee wee accidentally pop out of my pants," Alan said, acting all innocent and confused, like he was eight years old. He was in a playful mood. But he also had a plan that would allow him to take a nap and then do some homework: get Katherine and Susan together and then slip away.

However, first Susan had a cocksucking need to fill. "Don't worry, Son, Mommy knows how to take care of your boo boo." She disengaged from Katherine and assumed the usual position: on her knees in front of her son's hard erection.

"But Mom, I'm afraid Katherine is going to need to provide a lot more help like that today," Alan spoke as his mother wrapped her tongue around his shaft. "My penis is pretty worn out, and I'm afraid only a lot of hot lesbian action between mother and daughter can help revive it." He undid the strap on Susan's back holding the apron up.

Susan would have liked to respond to his comment, but her mouth was busy with other things. She repeatedly made her favorite "Mmmm mmmm MMMM!" sounds.

So Katherine spoke instead. "Don't worry, I'd be more than happy to help you out with that, Big Whale Bone Brother. After all, our number one goal is to help with your stimulation. Don't you agree, Mom?"

Susan emphatically mumbled an affirmative "Mmmm hmm" between slurps and moans.

"Great," said Alan. "Let's all grab some cookies and go to your bedroom, Mom. I like lying on top of you in your bed, the way a true husband of yours should."




Six Times a Day Pt. 35



Susan popped his penis out of her mouth to say, "Tiger, you fucking stud! I want you in my bed on top of me. That's where you belong! God that is sooo true! That's one of the perks of being man of the house." 

In her excitement to get to her bed, she didn't even mind halting the cocksucking. 

Alan was glad about that, as he resolved to save his cum and work his way to his books.

Once in Susan's bedroom, Alan didn't get on her bed as promised. Instead, he said, "My penis is still all tired out, and I'm in a take it easy mode. You two get started. I'll just stay here and watch for a while." He fully intended to watch until mother and daughter were fully into each other, and then sneak off to his room.

Katherine went to the phone by the bed first. She dialed, and then spoke into the phone, "Amy? What'cha doin'? ... Wanna come over here? Alan has a problem, and I think you'd be well suited to take it in hand, if you know what I mean." Her words were a bit vague in case Brad or Eric overheard on another line, but the meaning was clear enough for Amy.

She put down the phone and said to her brother, "I'm concerned you might get too excited and touch yourself. I thought that just in case that happens, it's best to have Amy's fingers and mouth in reserve."

Susan smiled up at Katherine, who was in the process of lying down on her. "Good thinking, Angel. Tiger, hold out until Amy's soft hands get over here, and that's an order. Otherwise I'll be forced to disengage and suck your boo boo until you pee your sweet gooey goo all over the back of my throat."

"Hey. I'm doing just fine watching. Amy won't be needed. Just think of me as an official United Nations peacekeeping observer or something."

Katherine now fully lay down on top of Susan. The two of them had played around a good deal while kissing on a number of occasions, but they hadn't really explored each other's pussies yet. There was no doubt that was going to happen now.

Alan sat in a chair with a hand on his prick and said, "Okay you two, I'm ready to see something really hot. Have fun." He reluctantly took his hand away and resolved to not get caught up in the sex. His books beckoned, true, but mostly he was mindful that his body could only handle so much stimulation.

"Angel dear," Susan said to Katherine, "are you sure you want this?" She winked up at her daughter. "If Alan forces me to go down on you and lick your juicy, tight twat, do you want to force your poor mother to do that? Should we give him what he wants?"

"I'm very sure. Let's just do it. Plus, I still need to earn some more cum points for those yummy cookies."

Susan giggled. "All right. I suppose it was inevitable. You know, you two, you're turning your mother all lesbo. It's cruel the things you force me to do." Susan tried to sound distraught, but was far too excited to do a convincing job of it, or even to sound playfully distraught. She was simply ecstatic.

The two Plummer women proceeded to go after each other in a no holds barred fashion. They were already sufficiently intimate with each other, so they could be very relaxed and just enjoy themselves. However, knowing her mother's vagina and anus were sore and sensitive, Katherine tried to avoid direct stimulation of those areas (though her clit was fair game).

Amy rushed over to the Plummer house immediately. It only took her a couple of minutes to get next door, let herself in the back, and find the others upstairs. 

She looked at Katherine and Susan meshing their bodies together on the big bed, and then saw Alan sitting to the side with his unattended penis sticking straight up in the air. She quickly appraised what was needed. She sat down next to Alan and said, "Hi, everybody!" even as she began stroking his penis.

Alan protested a little, muttering to her, "Take it easy, Aims. Don't get too into it because I'm going to be leaving in a minute once these two get really going. I've gotta take a nap. You know how I am with naps."

"M'kay," she replied, but she had no intention of letting him leave the room before me gave up a load, not if she could help it.

Because Alan was watching, Susan and Katherine frequently chose highly visual positions for his benefit. For instance, they rubbed their pussies together in a variety of different ways, including mashing their asses together high in the air. 

In a short time, they seemingly ran through every possible position two women could make with each other. First one was on the top, then the other, and then they were pussy to pussy, then face to pussy, and so on. And it was all done without any dildos, because there were none right at hand.

Amy helpfully provided colorful commentary to Alan while happily stroking him with both hands. She said things like, "Boyfriend, how does it feel to see your mother and sister making love for you? Does that make you feel all incestuous-y?"

"'Incestous-y'? Aims, I'm positive that isn't a word." Alan was a bit distracted because he was fingering Amy's pussy in return. 

"Hrm. Incestu-riffic?"

"No."

"Bummer. Let me put it this way. Does it make your cock fill up with hot brother seed, or burning son cum, as the case may be, knowing that you're going to be pumping their pussies full of your white stuff, and they'll love it?" Amy's hands slipped up and down his slick rod, making lewd slurpy noises.

Two of Alan's fingers probed in and out Amy's labia. "As a matter of fact, it does inspire. Very much. And I like how you put it. Tell me more." He was forgetting his resolve to leave the room before cumming. 

"Your official girlfriend loves to see you get all worked up over mommy and sissy because they're so busy with each other that you're going to give all your cum to me! Can you do that? Can you give it up for Amy? She's working soooo hard to squeeze it out of you. Mmmm. It tastes sooo good. Can I lick your lollipop? Just a couple of licks?" Her hands stroked up and down, up and down, over and over. The tips of her fingers concentrated on his most sensitive spot, just under his penis head. 

"Okay, just a couple. But hold on! I'm almost! ... No. Phew. That was close. Let's calm down a minute first."

Katherine shouted out encouragingly, "Squeeze it out, Amy! Squeeze it! Suck it dry!" But she mostly focused on her mother. They were rubbing asses against each other at the moment, and both were too worked up to talk much.

Time rapidly passed, with everyone having a delightful time. Alan of course had no trouble staying hard and happy, and would have remained so just from the visual stimulation of Susan and Katherine going at each other, never mind Amy's help. As it was, he was loving life.

CHAPTER 6

After a while, Amy asked to everyone out loud, "Since Alan's gotta give up his load soon, is there any reason why he can't cum in my cunt?"

Susan spoke for everyone when she shouted out, "No! Alan's the man of the house and gets what he wants. Fuck her, Tiger! Fuck her good! Good and hard and long and deep!" She dove her tongue back into Katherine's pussy with increased excitement. 

Alan was going to have Amy sit in his lap, but that reminded him too much of what Suzanne did just the night before, so instead he had Amy lay down on the carpet next to the bed. He sat up over her and fucked her that way. As he pushed in, he exclaimed, "Dammit! You're so fucking tight! I can't even get it in there. Urrgh! Uh!"

He had to fight for every inch, even though Amy was well-lubricated already. But after he'd bottomed out and started to stroke, the pressure eased off just enough to be insanely delightful. 

He thought, As if fucking Amy isn't great enough, what a charge seeing Mom and Sis fucking each other into a squishy lesbian frenzy while they cheer me on to dump a load into my girlfriend! Mom may not be Sister's biological mother, but they sure are cut from the same nympho cloth! 

With everything so arousing, Alan couldn't last long. For one thing, Amy was very vocal and enthusiastically loud while he fucked her, driving up his enthusiasm too. And as if that wasn't enough, Amy's pussy squeezed him like a giant fist pressuring every inch of his penis, but the intensity of the squeeze was just right. The "visual stimulation" in front of him didn't help his endurance much. He struggled with his PC muscle to hold off at least another minute or two. 

The sexfest had Alan revved up so high that he thought, I wish I had enough cum and endurance as the highest family praises claim I have so I could pump a quart into my girlfriend here, then lumber over and dump just as much cum into my horny sister, and finally pull my still squirting member out and firmly lodge it into Mom's cunt with a final giant blast of loving son semen! Yes! Take this, Aims! He grunted loudly with each thrust. He'd grown to love the feeling of each jet of cum squirting out of him.

He was so aroused that he felt he could fuck forever. But when he stopped pumping into Amy, reality ruled the day and his ram rod started to soften. 

Susan and Katherine however kept going. They both took the time out to longingly watch Alan's balls and dick while it contracted and filled Amy. But once he'd shot his last rope they turned their attention back to each other's pussies. 

Amy was left, as she gleefully put it to Alan, "All fucked out." 

The other two admired the scene of the exhausted and dripping boyfriend and girlfriend while continuing to go to town on each other. 

Katherine wished Amy would slide her ass over so she could suck her brother's seed straight out of Amy's pussy, but she was too busy with her mother to disengage. 

Susan was so carried away with the way Katherine's pussy was grinding into hers that she was barely able to focus. She stared at Amy's slit, still leaking her son's precious seed, and wished he'd walked over and pumped his load into her instead of Amy. She had a vague feeling that Amy might have won the battle in the sense that she'd done an excellent job of draining him and thus rose in the rankings a little bit, but she was confident she would win the war of being Alan's favorite cum target. 

Amy went back home very happy. She loved the feeling of his jism running down her legs so much that when she dressed back up a few minutes later to return home, she left Alan's cum right where it was on her skin. Mostly that meant some rivulets right around her pussy lips and running a bit down her inner thighs. Luckily she was wearing long shorts, so none of it would be visible. She felt a great erotic thrill walking through her own house with his cum on and in her.

Had Alan known about this, he would have been extremely upset. The last thing he wanted to happen was have Brad or Eric find out about what was happening at his house, and such antics could easily lead to a slippery slope of behavior ending with disaster. Suzanne would have been pissed too. Amy, however, didn't really understand his security precautions.

Katherine and Susan lingered in a post-coital lazy embrace. 

Susan said, "Angel, I'm sorry if I've been neglecting you lately. It's just that Alan has helped me discover my sexual side and I get so excited about that."

"It's okay, Mom. I have the same obsessions."

"No, it's not okay. A mother should be equal with her affections. It's just that my son has such a big and lickable cock and constantly tames me with it. But maybe now things can be a bit more equal because you're taming me too. You've got me so hot for your tasty pussy. Can I be a slave for your cunt just like I'm a slave for Tiger's cock?"

"Of course you can, Mom. Except that I get hot thinking about being ordered around by you too. 'Daughter, I expect you to clean your room this minute. And then come back down here and suck your brother's sperm out of my cunt. I want you to lick my pussy until it shines.'"

"Oh, Angel. That's a fun fantasy, but you know I don't talk like that. I'm not the bossy type."

"I know. I'll tell you what. Why don't you order me around and I'll order you around? Neither of us can say no if it's about something sexual."

"You've got yourself a deal. Looks like I'm going to be the sexual plaything of both my children. I swear. The way everyone takes advantage of me!" But Susan was obviously delighted. She turned to Alan and winked. 

Katherine and Susan snuggled up together in each others' arms, leaving Alan alone. 

He looked at the time and saw that it actually wasn't as late as he thought. He still had time for a nap and then a chance to crack open the books before dinner. 

He went to his room and thought to himself, Spoi-led. Spoi-led. I am so damn spoi-led. I guess I have a gift, a talent at fucking. Simone seems to think so anyways, and she should know. She's probably fucked nearly as many guys as Heather. But my ego is running out of control. And my homework! Oh yeah. What happened to that? 

But he wasn't that perturbed about it simply because he'd had so much fun that he knew he would have done the exact same thing if given a chance to do it all over again. He and his penis would have to pay the price later. He slept a long time. 

CHAPTER 7

Alan woke up with a new determination to actually, finally, get some homework done. He went back to Susan's bedroom and peeked in. To his pleasant surprise, Katherine and Susan both appeared to be all fucked out. 

They were still sleeping, both still entwined in Susan's bed. 

He figured they probably dropped on the spot once they ran out of energy. Had he known, he would have been glad to learn that Suzanne and Amy were also both exhausted and sleeping in their bedrooms back in their house. Suzanne wasn't that tired, but all the sex with Susan in the last two days had gotten to her a bit.

So that just left Alan and his books. He felt so guilty for fucking away so much of the afternoon that he actually focused and accomplished something. 

Dinner was relatively uneventful, and after dinner he accomplished more. He didn't even get stealth stroked, because all the females were too tired out to help and his penis was too sensitive. 

But he felt restless. He was thinking more about sex with his females and all his problems than he was about homework. He needed help "taking care" of the cheerleaders' fucking desires. 

A plan formed in his mind involving his friend Sean. He gave Sean a call but unfortunately just got a busy signal. He resolved to get to school early the next day to talk about his ideas with Sean as soon as possible. The situation with Heather especially gnawed at him and required immediate action.

By this time it was nine o'clock, which meant there was still a lot of time for studying. He figured he'd have to study late into the night for the rest of the week, if not even pull all-nighters to get back on track. 

In the meantime, the females had started to revive. Susan and Katherine were both up and watching TV in the living room. But Susan in particular looked weary. She commented to Alan as he came in, "Tiger, I'm sitting on a bag of ice here on the couch. Can you believe it? That's how much my cunt and ass hurt. I'm sorry I can't take care of you properly on a Tuesday, but I've been poked and licked so much, and all of a sudden it caught up with me. Sorry we let you down with our stealth stroking duties. Angel and I were sleeping and didn't even realize..."

"Mom, Sis, no worries. As much as I love the stealth stroking, I can study better without it. I really should go upstairs and do some more work. All by myself. You two just relax and recover. But we should have a talk first."

"You're not going anywhere just yet, my Sweetie." Suzanne spoke from inside the kitchen behind him. She walked to the opening between the living room and kitchen/dining room area so she could be seen. "I'm more than a little sore myself, but that doesn't mean I won't be sad if you don't properly 'get my attention.'" She put on a girlish, pouty look while keeping a knowing smile. 

Suzanne had been fully dressed (minus the underwear, of course), but seeing Alan come to her, she stood back and took off her dark red silk top. "Sweetie, I think you know how to 'get my attention,'" she said seductively as she thrust her tits out towards him. 

Alan took one look at Suzanne's sultry face and then her out thrust chest, and all thoughts of having a sex-free evening went out the window. He walked up to her back side without speaking and began mauling her tits from behind as he also kissed her and nuzzled the back of her neck. 

She muttered, "I've gotten so horny this last hour feeling the tight silk blouse rubbing against my nipples. Sweetie, it's positively cruel to make your women cover their tits!"

Alan was surprised by that sort of language, especially by Suzanne referring to herself merely as one of his women. That increased his excitement and he went after her tits even more aggressively. He experimented with pushing her nipples in as far as they could go, then pulling them out. 

Meanwhile, she yanked down her flimsy blue silk skirt, hoping that would inspire him to get active down below. He obligingly dropped his shorts and rubbed his penis up against her ass. He let it roam where it wanted to go, which was mostly in between her thighs. She managed to dry fuck him by exaggeratedly shifting her weight from one leg to another, which caused a great amount of friction for his trapped penis.

Katherine and Susan watched jealously, the television show in the other direction completely forgotten. But they were too exhausted to join in on what was obviously much more than a typical greeting. 

After a few minutes, Alan disengaged and sat back down on the couch he'd been sitting on. 

Suzanne sat on his lap. "Now this is what I call a proper greeting, Sweetie," she said happily, almost deliriously so. "Have I told any of you how much I love this kid?"

Alan's penis slid up and around Suzanne's ass crack, but to prevent himself from anally penetrating her right then, he adjusted his position so his penis poked out right in front of Suzanne's pussy. She squeezed it in a vise between her two thighs and it rubbed against her vulva.

Susan and Katherine sat on nearby couches, silently watching it all. Arousal was slowly overtaking their weariness. 

Alan had started out just expecting to give her a kiss, but was getting more and more aroused. He didn't know where it would end, and wondered if he would end up fucking Suzanne right in front of his sister and mother. Then he thought, Why shouldn't I? If Mom has problems with that, it's time for her to get over them.

He announced, "Now, as I was saying, I wanted to have a meeting and discuss a few things. Mom, Sis, I want both of you to lift your miniskirts and start playing with yourselves to get in the right frame of mind. Mom, since your cunt is so sore, diddle with your clit. ... That's good. ... Most urgent for me at the moment is the matter of fucking Suzanne. Mom, you seem to have some kind of issue with that, is that correct?"

"Well, I, uh..." Her eyes were wide at the sight of Suzanne rocking back and forth on Alan's erection. Katherine and Susan sat directly in front of Alan and Suzanne, so they could clearly see his penis head poking in and out of view right below Suzanne's pussy lips. A steady dribble of pre-cum flowed.

"Let me ask this," he said between ragged breaths. "Mom, should I be denied fucking anyone I want to fuck, even if it's you? Especially if it's you? Are you going to deny me if I want your cunt?"

"NO!" Susan said excitedly. "Mommy has to give her son her cunt! He can put it in his collection with his other possessions like her tits and ass! Alan owns every inch of his hot mommy's body!" She was breathing even more raggedly than he was now, and she pulled and twisted her clit with abandon.




Six Times a Day Pt. 35



"Well then, doesn't that go for Suzanne as well? Isn't it my right to take Suzanne in any way I want, at any time? Or Sis, for that matter?"

"YES!" Susan cried out. "YES! Fuck them all!"

"What do you think, Sis?"

"Fuck her, Bro! Take her! Right here! And then do me!"

"I think I will! Suzanne, lift yourself up for me." 

Suzanne obediently rose six inches. She was breathing so hard she was practically hyperventilating. It was wonderful enough to get fucked by Alan again but to do it in front of both Susan and Katherine was more than she could take. 

Alan grabbed his stiff erection and held it up towards his stomach, then lowered Suzanne down on it.

The pale-skinned goddess was still silent, but let out a big sigh of relief and joy. 

Katherine and Susan intently watched the slow descent of Suzanne's tight and talented pussy as it completely engulfed Alan's insatiable rod. 

Katherine thought with glee; You go, you big inseminator, you get all the fucking out in the open so you can come over here and ram your big prick up in me right in front of Mom, too. I can't wait until you can fuck me in every room, in every inch of this house, while Mom cheers us on! I have the fucking coolest family on the planet! 

Susan likewise was lost in thought. Yeah, Baby, fuck her, fuck her good! By fucking first Amy and then Suzanne right in front of me, you're showing all of us who's boss around here. And you're especially showing me just what I can look forward to! I can't wait until you fuck me properly! But not just me; maybe you should show me next what fucking Katherine looks like! That's right, all the mommies and horny girls should be keeping that big meat log warm, wet, and constantly pumping sperm into our squeezy cunts!

She said aloud, more hesitantly, "I really shouldn't be allowing this if I'm a good mother. But there's just no resisting Alan's meaty cock, is there? He takes who he wants, when he wants. All we can do is bend over and spread our legs."

Katherine consoled Susan, "Mom, you're not a bad mother; you're a very good one. You give ALL of yourself, just like Suzanne does. Look at the smile on her face. Look at her pussy lips spread wide open and so deeply penetrated by your son. Look at Alan's hands taking charge of her tits. Look at that and tell me that it's wrong." Her hands drifted down Susan's shoulders towards her breasts. 

"I hope so, Angel," Susan said with worry. "It does seem so right, and yet society would frown on..." But then Katherine's hands reached her nipples and the last shreds of her resistance vanished. She began to loudly "Mmmm!" with contentment. 

Alan paused to relax and recover, happy now that his penis was in a wet, tight, and warm place. He'd been fucking so often that it almost seemed strange not to have his penis in a warm and wet hole. Susan was right in suspecting that he was fucking directly in front of her, in order to work her up. Working up Katherine was a nice bonus. 

After several big sighs, Suzanne rose up and down and back and forth on Alan just a little as if settling into to perfect spot on a comfortable seat. 

Alan completely stilled his penis all the way inside her and said, "Okay, item one of the agenda taken care of. We're in agreement that Suzanne's cunt is mine to fuck, right?"

Katherine would have given the thumbs up sign, but both hands were busy hefting and fondling Susan's chest. So she just nodded.

Susan nodded too, though she continued to frown. She well and truly felt that, as man of the house, Alan had earned the right to fuck Suzanne. But she frowned mostly out of worry that Suzanne was so talented at sex that Alan wouldn't want her much.

For her part, Suzanne just shuddered and moaned sexily as her pussy squeezed and sucked on Alan's throbbing penis in emphatic affirmation. 

Alan said, while still deeply impaled in Suzanne, "Funny how I was just doing this with Amy in front of the same audience a couple of hours ago. ... Now item two is a bit ironic, because I wasn't expecting item one. I was going to say that we need to keep things cool, so I can get some homework done. But since I'm balls deep in Suzanne, maybe I should push off keeping cool until tomorrow. Is Brenda still coming by tomorrow night?"

"Yes," Susan panted. Her eyes were now glued at the meeting of Suzanne and Alan's groins more than ever.

"Let's cancel that, then. I don't know how much more work I'll get done today, the way Suzanne and all of you are tempting me, so I should clear the decks for tomorrow."

Suzanne finally spoke, somewhat haltingly. "Xania is coming to the card game tomorrow, too." She rose up a bit and fell back down onto Alan's hard meat, eager to get the fucking really rolling.

Alan grunted with arousal. 

There were some hoots and hollers from the others. Katherine and Susan high-fived each other, then Katherine said, "I know one buxom visitor who'll be leaving with a sore, cum-filled pussy!" 

Alan tried to be calmer about it. "Xania? Dang! Suzanne, you're so evil that I'm just gonna start calling you 'Pure Evil' from now on. I guess the card game is back on then. Does she know what the game is like?"

Suzanne began squeezing Alan's erection with her talented pussy walls. "No. She's just passing through town and wants to be sociable. But I figure you'll teach her how to spread her legs and beg for cock before the night is over."

"Good Lord!" Alan huffed. He recalled how much fun it was to fuck Xania in her office. He further recalled how smooth and firm her skin felt and the way she smelled. He compared her tall and broad body to Susan and Suzanne's. The three of them were practically identical in every way.

Susan was the only one in the room unaware that Alan had fucked Xania already but she said, "Son, if you don't fill Xania's cunt to the brim before the party's over, I'm going to be very disappointed in you. She's a very nice and helpful lady. She's really opened my eyes as to my true nature and motherly responsibilities. She deserves a great big spermy thanks. I want to see her face and chest plastered in sperm. I wanna see more sperm drooling out of the corners of her dazed and awed mouth. I wanna see a big sperm puddle between her legs and even more sperm leaking out of her pussy and ass all the time. Give her the full Alan treatment!"

Alan was blown away by how enthusiastic the others were for him to have sex with their psychologist. With Suzanne continuing to use her pussy squeezing tricks on him, he was practically ready to blow already. As if that wasn't enough stimulation, he was vividly imagining exactly what Susan was suggesting. Between ragged breaths he muttered, "That much cum... Just not possible..."

Katherine, still happily fondling Susan's giant orbs, said, "Oh dear. What about Brenda? Doesn't she deserve the full-on Alan treatment too? How can he do both in one night?"

Susan was getting increasingly aroused by the whole situation. Despite her distaste and jealousy for Brenda, she cried out, "Fuck her too, my baby! Give Brenda's monster tits a monster titfuck! And then do mine!"

Alan was so aroused by all of this that he began fucking Suzanne in earnest. As soon as she began to feel his hips move, she started bouncing up and down. Since she was sitting on him, most of the thrusting was up to her. All talking came to a halt as she bounced up and down on Alan's lap, over and over and over. 

Katherine and Susan watched every last detail. Katherine had stopped playing with Susan's rack because both she and Susan were very busy playing with their own clits.

Suddenly Susan cried out, "How can you two just fuck like that? Suzanne, you've hardly said a word. This is a momentous occasion. Aren't you going to comment on the fact that Alan's finally fucking you?!"

"What can I say? I don't have the right to say no, even if I was somehow crazy and wanted to say no. Alan owns my cunt, just like he owns yours!" Inside her head, Suzanne thought, What am I saying? I need to stay in control. Stay in control. I'm not just another bitch in his harem, no matter how good this kid can fuck. I'm Suzanne, dammit! But she felt her control rapidly slipping away, washed away in a flood of unimaginable pleasure.

Alan slowed his thrusts to a near standstill so he could calm down enough to talk. He figured this was a perfect time for a confession, with Susan so mindlessly horny. After resting a minute or so he said, "Mom, truth be told, this isn't the first time we've fucked. We started a couple of days ago. Sorry I didn't mention it."

"Oh." Susan looked sad, but she didn't stop diddling with her clit. She seemed to take the news remarkably well, no doubt because she was too aroused to really think.

"Yeah," he added, still breathing hard. "The computer shopping over the weekend kind of got out of control. Sorry. It just happened. But getting back to the agenda, I need to figure out how to get some homework done. All I can seem to do is fuck my women all day long!" He lifted Suzanne up and dropped her down onto his penis to emphasize the point.

"Oh Sweetie," Suzanne breathed, "show your mother and sister what a good fucker you are! Fuck me just like that! Hard! HARD! Fuck me more! Hurry!" She wasn't in the mood to tolerate his strategic pauses.

But Alan was forced to take even stronger measures. He'd only been really seriously fucking Suzanne for a couple of minutes and he had an endurance reputation to maintain. "Wait a sec, wait a sec. I'm about to lose it. Hold on." Alan pulled Suzanne up and off his penis. 

He sat back on the couch next to her and recovered his breath. Then he sat her up on the couch and got behind her. "Sorry, Aunt Suzy. I know you were close to a really good climax. Let me get back here and finish you off while my penis gets a second wind. Then we can talk a bit more rationally. We can talk about how this stealth stroking thing is gonna work." 

He licked Suzanne's pussy from behind, driven by the sounds of three females moaning.

CHAPTER 8

They were still going like that a minute or two later when Amy let herself in the back patio as she usually did and walked right in on the group. "Hi guys," she giggled. "Hey Mom, looks like I'm missing out on something good!"

Suzanne looked up at her daughter with concern, because this wasn't how she wanted her daughter to see her: naked, flushed, bent over with Alan's face in her ass, and loving it. She cried out, "Amy! Don't look!"

Amy just stood there with a silly grin on her face.

Suzanne was so aroused and close to climax that she didn't make a move to disengage. If anything, she pressed her ass harder back into Alan's face, encouraging his tongue.

Amy kept staring while smiling happily. "Don't worry, Mom, I've seen that kind of thing before." She giggled, "In fact, I've seen a lot of that kind of thing around here lately. Right around here in this very room in fact!" 

Suzanne rather lamely said to her daughter, "Amy, what are you doing here? Please don't look at me like this. I'm so embarrassed. It's not what you think!" She wiggled her ass in a half-hearted effort to break free. 

That got a good laugh from everyone but Alan, as his mouth was busy. Obviously, the situation was exactly what Amy thought it was. 

"Don't worry, Mom, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Boy, I feel so overdressed!" Within seconds, Amy went from fully dressed to naked. She had a knack for taking her clothes off with record speed. She kept a garter belt on because she'd heard Alan found such things sexy. 

"NO!" Suzanne moaned. "Don't! So... shameful!" 

"I'm not embarrassed. What's the big deal?" Amy stood proudly with her hands on her hips. 

"Well, it's just that you're my daughter, and, uh, uhhh! Oh yes! Ugggghh! ... Um, it's just that, this is rather private, and you're my daughter, and we're not having sex, UH! Yes! We're just... Alan may look like he has his face up my butt, but, uh, well..." 

As if trying to make an even bigger fool out of the uncharacteristically abashed Suzanne, Alan picked her up and moved her over his lap as if she was a blow up doll. He then pushed her down onto his prick as he'd done a couple of times before Amy arrived. 

Suzanne was upset at this and blushed furiously, but at the same time she did her best to bounce up and down on his rod. "I know how traumatic it must be to see one of your parents have sex..."

Amy giggled. "Traumatic?" She found that very funny. "Not really, Mom." 

Susan and Katherine, still playing with each other, couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation. 

Suzanne tried again to explain to Amy, "Um, we're having sex, now, technically, but it's not really... Hnnnngg! YES! Oh, like that! ... It's technically not really... YES! Do me! Aaaarrrggh! Yes! Again! Harder! Hurry!... You might say, technically speaking, that Alan's fucking me, but... God, I feel like such a slut! Anyway, the point is ... dammit Amy, it's rude to stare!"

"Oh, sorry!" Amy said, blissfully. "I won't stare, I'll just look at you two normally in a non-stare-y kind of way. I'm going to get a drink first though. Does anyone want anything?"

"YES! YES!" Suzanne screamed. "Um, Amy, I'm talking to Alan and his need to POUND ME HARD, not about the DRINK! Unnh! YES! More, Sweetie! Fill my cunt!" 

Alan continued to impale Suzanne onto his hard and thick tool.

Amy asked her mother, "So you don't want a drink then?"

"YES! I mean, no! Fuck it! Who cares! Alan, cum already! Nail me! Nail me so hard and good!" 

Amy got herself a glass of lemonade from the refrigerator, came back, and pulled up a chair. She sat less than two feet away from Alan and Suzanne. She watched them raptly, as if she were watching an exciting sporting event.

Katherine, still sitting on a nearby couch with Susan, complained, "Amy, you're in the way. Could you scoot to the side?"

"Oh, sorry." She scooted. Amy and Katherine sat next to each other with their eyes practically boring into Suzanne's bush.

With an elbow nudge, Katherine added as an aside, "By the way, Xania's coming to the poker game."

"No way!" Amy high-fived Katherine. "Coolness! I know someone who's gonna get the full Alan treatment tomorrow night! I hope she's on the pill so he can do her bareback like he's doing Mom." She went back to staring at the sex act in front of her.

"Everybody's looking at me! Amy? AMY!" Suzanne couldn't help shouting because of what Alan was doing to her. "What are you doing? God yes!"

"What? Am I forgetting something?" Amy asked, momentarily confused. "Oh. I know! I'm making you uncomfortable 'cos I'm the only one with an untended pussy. Sorry!" She squished two fingers into her tight slit and started stroking. 

"No!" Suzanne yelled. "No! ... Wait, don't stop, Alan, I'm talking to Amy." Alan had taken his penis out of her pussy, but immediately pushed it back in. "Yes! YES! More! But Amy, no. YES! What I mean is, Alan yes, but Amy, oh God, yes!" 

Suzanne was having a hard time saying yes to Alan and no to Amy. She finally gave up the attempt to tell Amy not to jill herself and exclaimed, "I can't control myself in front of my daughter! I'm so ashamed!" 

Alan and Suzanne were headed for a shuddering climax. Soon Suzanne lost all hopes at coherence, and just screamed at the top of her lungs. She kept her eyes closed and pretended Amy wasn't there.

When they finally came down from their mutual high, and became aware of their surroundings, Suzanne looked around and to her horror discovered Amy anew and remembered that she'd been there all the time. Her shame came flooding back even stronger than before. 

Amy stood just a couple feet away from them, still frigging herself to the sight of her mother and her boyfriend resting in each other's arms. She wore her usual simple and happy face, as if she didn't have a trouble in the world. In fact, her happy-go-lucky look was a disguise this time, to make her mother feel more comfortable so their sexual relationship could grow.

"Amy! What are you doing?" Suzanne yelped in dismay. She looked past and saw Katherine and Susan both frigging themselves too. She nearly fainted with embarrassment.

"I have my fingers in my-" 

Suzanne interrupted, and mustered up her stern voice. "Don't answer that. It's a rhetorical question. I want you to stop that right away, and put your clothes on. Now."

"But MooooOOOOoooom..."

"Don't 'but Mom' me. Do as you're told." Having cum temporarily diminished Suzanne's strong fuck need, enabling her to get tougher with Amy.

"But Mom, it seems like you and Alan are having much more fun than when Alan and I have sex. It's more intense. Why is that? Is it that you're a better lover than me, or does Alan like you more than me?" Amy appeared to be just innocently asking a question, but in fact she was stalling for time so she could keep frigging herself until Suzanne got used to it.

Like everybody, Suzanne was a sucker for a good compliment, and the suggestion that she might be Alan's best lover was something Suzanne really liked to hear. Pleased, she blushed in embarrassment. She was too out of it to realize how cleverly she was being manipulated. 

Alan finally spoke. "Amy, I love you very dearly, so don't worry about that. Remember that you're my girlfriend. But Suzanne has had many years experience with sex, and you've only had a few days' worth. So of course she's a better lover." 

Alan sat with Suzanne impaled on his lap. His dick was still inside Suzanne but it was starting to wilt. However, he was so aroused by an unusually ashamed Suzanne, not to mention the other three hotties all masturbating themselves just a few feet away that his penis reversed itself and started to firm up again. 

Suzanne could immediately feel the change. "Oh good Lord! Not now! Not here, with her!" She groaned. 

Alan played for time while his penis continued to engorge by complimenting Suzanne some more. "Indeed, Suzanne is extremely talented in bed. You wouldn't believe the things she can do with her pussy. The way she squeezes..."

With an almost involuntary reaction, Suzanne began squeezing her pussy walls around Alan's hardening prick.

But she didn't do it for long because Alan renewed his thrusting as he said to Amy, "But don't worry; you'll get good very quickly. You're so naturally tight that you don't need all those tricks anyway. But why don't you stick around so as to watch and learn?"

"M'kay!" Amy enthused, though it was clear that she was going to do that anyway.

"And Suzanne, stop trying to discourage her! As her mother you should do all you can to help her. Show her how to do this right."

"No. That's not right..." Suzanne said halfheartedly. She was too lost in her fuck lust to put up any real resistance.

Alan moved from the couch to the floor, taking Suzanne with him. He flipped her over, so Suzanne was now on the top. "You don't want to teach your daughter how to be a better fucker for her boyfriend?"

"No, it's not that, it's just that..." She began bouncing her whole body up and down on his meaty pole even as she still complained about Amy. 

She was momentarily distracted from her worries about Amy as she felt just how stiff and thick Alan's penis had grown already. "Sweetie, you can't possibly get hard again, can you? How is that possible? Not with Amy watching! She can't see. She's my daughter! It's not right..."

Alan whispered in Suzanne's ear, "Don't you want Amy to be a great lover? Isn't that more important than being prudish and worrying? I know of some great positions I'd like to show Amy, if you're willing."

"I don't know. It's not right..." In the back of her mind she felt as if she was being manipulated the way she manipulated others, but she was helpless to stop her urges. She caught herself. "Dammit, I hate it when I sound just like Susan. No offense, Susan."




Six Times a Day Pt. 36



Part 36: All Shook Up

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

NOTE: In 2007, this story was massively revised and now greatly differs from the earlier version posted on Literotica. There are many new and heavily updated scenes, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. If you've read it already you might want to read it again.

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CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 20) 

Alan used to get up as late as he possibly could and then rush madly through breakfast and a shower, just barely making it to school in time. But for days everyone in the house had been getting up as much as an hour earlier than they had before just so they could have plenty of time to play with each other's bodies. 

This morning Alan wanted to wake up at the late time like he used to, but his body had other ideas and he woke up early with everyone else. Giving in to the inevitable, he stood up and put on a robe. He figured he might as well have some fun with the extra time, as long as he kept his resolve to generally stay dedicated to working.

Down in the kitchen, after brief but pleasant attention-getting rituals, he announced to his sister and mother, "I'm sure you could see this coming, but I'm gonna have to take it easy on the sex again today. I need a total focus on work except for the card game tonight. I'm saving up all my fun time and energy for that. Okay?"

The other two agreed. Susan served Alan breakfast and then took off her erotic apron, leaving her completely nude. 

Alan expected more hanky panky from her, but surprisingly, he wasn't the target of his mother's insatiable lust. Susan said to Katherine, "Take off your robe, Angel. Come sit on my lap."

Katherine did so. Susan began stroking her daughter's body in a way that was a combination of motherly tenderness and all-out eroticism. With one hand tenderly stroking Katherine's hair and the other pinching Katherine's nipples, she said, "Angel, I really have to apologize."

"Why?"

She looked to Alan. "No offense, Tiger, but Angel, I've been spending so much time with your brother, paying so much attention to him." 

She turned to her daughter. "Maybe you feel like I've been favoring him, and neglecting you."

Katherine thought about that. "Well, I guess it does kind of seem that way. But I understand. I've been doing the same. I'm focusing so much of my energy and attention on him too. We all are. Suzanne and Amy too. After all, it's our shared duty to pleasure his penis at all times, and what's wrong with that?"

"I know. You're so right about that. But I have two children, and I want you to know that I love you both so very much. It's just that, since Alan is a male, the situation is different. I can do things with him that I can't with you, and we can love each other in special ways. It's like comparing apples and oranges." 

Katherine said bluntly, "Basically, I don't have a cock." But she was mirthful about it.

Susan blushed. "Well, there is that. I can't compare my love for the two of you. But I still love you so much, my special Angel. That's why I'm so happy about what happened between you and me in my bed yesterday afternoon. I was thinking last night when I went to bed how great it is that I can love Alan in a physical way, and now I can do that with you as well." She moved her fingers into Katherine's pussy to emphasize her point.

Katherine gushed, "Oh, Mom, that makes me so happy. I love you!"

Susan went on, "I'm Alan's toy to play with now, and since he's a man and I'm the woman of the house, that pretty much makes him the man of the house. It's as if he's my husband and your father-"

Katherine interrupted "Damn, Alan as my father? I love it!" She shot Alan a look so intense and scorching it nearly knocked him out of his chair. "Daddy Alan, are you going to come into your little girl's room tonight? Mommy says it's okay."

Alan's penis had been semi-hard from seeing Susan walk around in the nude, but it suddenly shot up to full attention. However, he kept quiet and kept his shorts zipped up. He figured the other two didn't need any encouragement.

Susan looked at Alan and smiled. "Yes, Mommy does say it's okay." She turned back to her daughter. "You might as well treat him like a father, because he IS the man of this house. Remember, Angel darling, we have to treat him with the respect and adoration due the man who so thoroughly and sexually dominates us. But now I can be your toy too, and that will make things more equal. What do you think?"

"Mom, you don't have to be my toy, because I want to be yours too! I love being a sex toy. I think it's my calling. We can just make each other happy and not worry about what it all means, or who's helping who. We can be sex toys for each other."

"Good idea." 

"Although..."

"What?"

"You remember your spanking that Amy and I gave you the day before yesterday?"

"How could I forget, Angel? It was wonderful."

"Well, doesn't that make Amy and I your natural mistresses? And of course it goes without saying that we all follow what Suzanne tells us to do."

"Oh, dear, I was hoping you wouldn't bring that spanking up. But you noticed. Next time I'm a bad girl you'll have to promise that you'll forget I'm your mommy and give me a good spanking, okay?"

"Okay, Mom, except that I'll give you a good spanking as I very much remember that you are my mommy."

"Angel, you're making me so squishy! But since I'm always on my knees in front of Alan, let me do the same for you." She looked over at Alan. "Tiger, you don't mind eating breakfast without getting stroked?"

He laughed. "Mom, I think I'll live eating like a normal human being for once. You two have your special time and don't mind me. This is plenty arousing just to watch and listen."

Susan had Katherine get off of her, and then got down in front of her standing daughter and sucked on her clit. Then she tongued her pussy. Using her fingers and tongue, she stayed busy on both her daughter's clit and pussy.

Once they were busy with each other, Alan took his erection out to give it some air. But he was content just to watch. 

Susan kept pleasuring Katherine until her daughter was too overwhelmed by orgasms to stay standing. They continued with Katherine sitting on the floor, her legs wide apart for easy access.

Alan was so turned on by the sight of this that once he finished eating breakfast he found himself masturbating. 

Katherine was the only one in a position to notice, and she was highly distracted. But after a while she said, "Uh-oh. Mom, Alan's masturbating."

This distressed Susan greatly. She brought herself and her daughter off with a nice climax and then disengaged. "Look, Angel," she complained, as she gathered her wits and wiped the pussy juice off of her face so she could take care of her son's needs. 

She started crawling over to him. "Look what happens when we leave Alan alone for even a minute. He's so insatiable! Tiger, if there's one thing that upsets me, it's seeing you have to tend to your own penis when there are so many women you should be fucking or filling their mouths. Here, let me take care of that." Staying on her knees, she finished crawling across the dining room floor to his exposed hard-on. "You DO need someone helping you all the time," she said huskily as she took his penis in hand. "Every second of the day, someone has to suck you off."

There still was a lot of time left, due to everyone rising early, and Susan looked forward to a nice long cocksucking of the warm meat throbbing in her hands. Despite all her recent lesbian adventures, cocksucking was still what she lived for most. But Katherine spoke up. "Um, Mom? Before you get started there, could I ask a favor?"

"Sure. Anything for you, darling."

"Well, I was just thinking how you and Alan had such a special morning yesterday. In fact, most mornings you and he do something really special while I just sit and watch. I was thinking, can I take care of that? Maybe while he and I shower together?"

Susan smiled and relented. "Sure, Angel. I guess that's part of loving you; making sure you get fair access to the family cock. If I fail to properly share, you must spank me. I tend to get a little carried away sometimes."

Katherine giggled. "You could say that again!" 

So Katherine and Alan retired to the bathroom and left Susan to clean up the kitchen. But since Susan had just cum with Katherine, she wasn't so upset about it. 

Alan pointed out as he left, justifying to himself as much as talking to anyone else, "It's not like I was going to get any homework done before school. I might as well drain the snake."

Katherine walked hand in hand with her brother and leaned into him at the same time. "Mmmm. The snake. You know what this is like? It's like having a deep crush on the hottest guy in school and then finding out he lives right across the hall and has a massive SNAKE in his shorts. A king cobra! And all I have to do is wander ten feet from my room and I can have that snake slithering between my boobs. Does life get any better than that or what?"

Alan's hands wandered down and inside the top of Katherine's pants. He grasped her taut ass cheek tightly. "Yes it does. Believe me, life can get pretty dang good."

The two of them laughed with joy as they fondled their way up the stairs. They left a trail of clothes as they went. 

Once naked with Alan in the bathroom, Katherine cooed, "Big Supersized Soft Drink Brother, I believe you owe me an apology." She moved in for a hug.

"What, Little Velvet Vice Sister? What did I do this time?"

"It's not what you did, it's what you didn't do. You've buttfucked Suzanne and Mom and all kinds of people, but not me! I'm hurt. I'm beginning to think you don't like your tiny-titted sister at all." She dramatically pushed away from their hug as if she was mortally wounded with grief.

"Look. Wait. First off, you're not tiny-titted. Your tits are great. Secondly, I don't know how everyone seems to have gotten the impression, but I don't judge women solely on breast size. For instance, look at your legs. You have incredible, muscular legs. God damn, what you did with your feet Monday night still gets my motor running. Third, the reason I haven't fucked your ass yet is just that the occasion hasn't..."

His voice trailed off as he noticed her crawl up onto the bathtub. 

She put her knees on the edge of the tub closest to him and her hands on the other edge, so she was hanging over the empty tub. Then she wiggled her butt provocatively.

"Hey, Sis," he exclaimed, "what are you doing? That's dangerous. You could seriously slip."

She positioned herself better so her butt was high up towards her brother. "Bro, don't you like my butt? I know it's not the Intercontinentus Buttucks that Amy has" - that was a reference from a Monty Python movie they'd recently watched - "but it's got to at least compare favorably with the other cheerleaders' asses, right? I mean, between all the cheerleaders you fuck, who has the nicest ass? Asides from Amy, I mean?"

Alan normally ignored making comparisons, but this time he said, "Yours." He made the exception because he figured Katherine's ego needed a boost. Plus, it was true, at least in his mind. Heather had a nicer ass, if he'd been able to be completely objective about it, but it had the disadvantage of being connected to the rest of Heather's bitchy self.

Katherine was only slightly mollified as she continued to wiggle her butt. "I think you're ignoring me. Can't you at least fuck my cunt a little, if you're not going to take my virgin asshole?" With her legs spread out, both holes were in full view.  

Alan walked up to his sister's butt and put his hands on it. "Sis, you have a lovely butt. Much better than the other cheerleaders' asses. In fact, I like it so much that I'm going to give it some special attention, if you promise to be very quiet." He rubbed his hands more intently all over her ass cheeks.

She whispered, "I'll be so quiet, you won't even know I'm here."

"Oh, I think I realize you're here," he replied, suddenly whispering too. "Now, I'm going to do something to you I've never done to anyone before, just to show how much I adore you. I pray to God you're clean down there."

"I am. Squeaky clean. I lube myself up first thing each morning, just like Mom does. A fuck toy must be ready to be taken at any time."

"That gets me so turned on, just to hear that you and Mom do that."

"You know, it turns me on a lot too. The last few days, Mom and I have been doing it together before you even wake up. Why do you think we're so hot to trot before you come downstairs? We finger each other's asses with lube and talk about all the things you do with your cock." 

"There's a lot more to me than just my dick, you know." He dropped down on his knees, and put his mouth to Katherine's ass. He held one of her ankles firmly with one hand, and felt more assured that she wouldn't fall into the tub. He led the way with the fingers of the other hand, poking into her anus, and then licking her all around her ass crack.

Katherine held her breath in surprise, then suddenly let all the air out. 

He said, "I believe this is called rimming." He licked her anus, and even stuck his tongue into it.

Katherine had been licked there by Amy before - in fact, it was now an integral part of their daily mutual pussy shavings. But it was something else entirely for her brother to do it. She shuddered with pleasure, even more pleased in realizing that he really didn't want to do that, but was doing it for her. But she also suddenly worried about how secure her position hanging over the bathtub was. She'd been up there for visual affect, not for serious sexual play. 

"Just a minute, Alan. I love it, but let me do this." She scooted down the bathtub edges until she could grasp some fixtures with both hands. "Now I'm ready," she announced. "You could even fuck me up the ass now and I won't fall."

"I'm glad to hear you say that," he whispered. "Very glad." While she was changing positions, he found some Vaseline in a cabinet behind him and rubbed it onto his penis. 

Without warning, he suddenly grabbed her butt cheeks with both hands and clenched tight. Then he pushed his penis towards her asshole. It seemed to open up for him, and the tip slid in with surprisingly little resistance.

Katherine gasped and blushed. This was a pleasant surprise. She hadn't really expected him to follow through, despite her not-so-subtle hints. "Oh. My. God. Alan!" 

Alan said, "So, who's going to be my little anal sister slave?"

"Oh, Big Brother! I am! You make me so happy."

He pushed a little further inside her, and found more resistance. "Should I continue? It's gonna hurt."

"Brother, I'm insulted with your question," she snapped back. "If you stop now, I'm going to seriously beat you up. Fuck my ass!"

"Now that's not a very good attitude for a slave, which you so proudly claim to be."

"Just fuck me!"

"Okay, but you have to remember to keep it down."

"Just fuck my ASS already!" she whispered as loudly as someone can whisper. She thought back to her morning ass lubing rituals with Susan and wished that Susan could be with her right now, witnessing what they'd talked about so much. 

With one massive push, he pressed hard against her, driving her head into the tile wall before her and impaling his penis all the way deep into her butt. She opened up her mouth and cried out, but it was a silent scream. She suddenly felt faint and nearly passed out.

But Alan gave no quarter. He pulled backwards, then pressed forwards again. He was standing now, and the way she hung over the bathtub gave him just the right height to comfortably thrust. Like a locomotive picking up steam, his thrusts steadily quickened their pace. He was surprised that her ass wasn't nearly as tight as some others he'd been sampling lately although she felt warmer inside than he'd been expecting. He found that enjoyed both tight and loose, for variety's sake.

He could hear her very quietly whisper, "Yes. ... Alan. ... Fuck. ... Oh. Oh yes. ... My ass. ... Brother... taking... my ass... Pop my cherry ass..." There was a tension in her voice though that betrayed the meager words slipping through her clenched teeth. He knew she was using all her willpower not to scream out at the top of her lungs. Certainly that would draw Susan's attention, and Alan wanted this to be a private experience. 

However, Alan knew his sister could only take so much before she'd scream, or worse: she could lose control, slide down the tub, and possibly hurt herself badly. So he didn't try to prolong his orgasms for once, and just went with the flow. 

When he finally let loose into her hotly throbbing asshole, it felt like his balls were churning out more than their usual amount of sperm as rope after heavy rope of thick cum pumped its way through his penis to be forcefully injected into the deeper reaches of his sister's trembling butt.

When they were all done, he disengaged and pulled her up and whispered closely to her face, "Now who says I don't take care of my sister? Still think I don't love you enough?"

She replied, "Yes!" But her mood was joyous and playful now, not jealous and insecure as before. She stood up and twirled around and around, like Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music. When she came to a stop she turned to Alan and said excitedly, "Now you've taken ALL my holes. My mouth, my cunt, and my ass were all virgin until they were opened by you, the only man who will ever know them. I feel complete now, like NOW I can really say I'm a sister slut. I wish I could wear a little sign around my neck: 'Sister Slut and Number One Fuck Toy. Three holes open for Alan 24 hours a day. Closed on Christmas." She giggled and rubbed her butt.

Alan joked, "'Closed on Christmas'? I'm hurt." But seeing her rub her butt, he asked, "How did it feel?"

"It was... strange. It's like having a log shoved up your ass. It really is. Such a FULL feeling. I couldn't really feel it when you came, but now I've got sort of a nasty squishy feeling inside me that's really weird. I guess I didn't see stars, at least not like Mom did when you took her ass yesterday. But it was good. Maybe I'll like it better once I get more used to it."

"Maybe." But Alan wasn't so sure. That was another reason why he'd finished quickly, because it was obvious she wasn't having an incredible time, just a good time. He noted that she seemed a lot happier about the idea of anal sex than with the actual act itself. But it was an extremely pleasant fuck for him, all the same. 

As if confirming his thoughts, she said, "I can't wait to tell everyone that my brother's taken my ass! I feel so wonderfully naughty. I just LOVE that my ass has been taken. Maybe your cum'll dribble out of my butt all through first period. A girl can hope! Katherine Angelina Plummer: incestuous ass slut. Heh!" She twirled around to look him in the eyes and said, "Oh, and maybe these legs'll be open, wide open, on Christmas. But only for you, my loving daddy brother. And only if you're naughty AND nice." She gigged some more. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 36



He teased while running a hand down the small of her back, "So, since I've taken your ass, does that mean I can take it again, at any time? Like say, what if I slip my hands down your dress during school today, like this?" One hand went down to fully cup one of her ass cheeks while he brought his other hand around her and fingered at the entrance to her asshole.

"Good GOD! Don't even joke about that, Alan! You're getting me so SEXED UP! If you could just take me right in the middle of school... God! You can't say sexy things like that when you're all flaccid and I don't have a cock to suck on. No fair!" 

After some playful kissing, she left him alone.

He finally got around to brushing his teeth.

CHAPTER 2

Susan and Suzanne hardly saw each other Wednesday morning. Both of them had sore pussies, and furthermore Susan had begun her period, so they mutually decided to take some sexual rest. 

Susan set about to fulfill her recent vow with Alan to be more responsible, and took care of errands for a change.

Suzanne took care of errands too, but one "errand" was very sexual in nature. 

Xania came down in the middle of the day to receive her "victory fuck" from Suzanne. The soft porn actress was between projects so she had a lot of time on her hands and got there hours earlier than Suzanne expected. 

Xania rang up Suzanne as she neared her house and asked where they should meet. 

Suzanne was stumped. She obviously couldn't use her own home, as she had a ban on sexual scheming there, especially since Brad would be back from school in a couple of hours. She also couldn't use Susan's home, since Susan still thought Xania was a real psychologist and not a lusty bisexual actress.

Suzanne had an unusual idea and met Xania at a local restaurant. 

Xania met Suzanne at one of the restaurant's tables, and after hello kisses and hugs, she asked while sitting down, "So. Why this restaurant, of all places? You have to admit it's pretty unusual. This restaurant is inside a day care center, of all places!"

Suzanne agreed. "That's true, but look around. I had two reasons for picking this spot. My logic is that I wanted a place where you and I could engage in a little public flirting with each other, to warm up. But when I was thinking about that, I found the idea of exposing myself to the eyes of men so revolting. I'm Alan's woman now. The idea of any other guy looking at my privates just seems wrong. It's strange, isn't it?"

"It is for you. You used to be the biggest flirt alive."

"Well, I'm in love now. I finally know what that really means. But anyway, I thought, 'Where could we go that would be completely free of men?' And this place popped into my mind. Check it out. Everyone here is female. Most of them are young, married, and pretty good looking. Even the employees are all female - there must be some unwritten rule. This would be the perfect pick up spot for a guy except for the fact that all the women are married with children."

"Wow, Suzanne, you really must love this kid. You know you're more than twice his age. Not to mention you're married. And there's the fact he's got a de facto harem going." 

"Love conquers all," Suzanne said confidently.

Xania raised an eyebrow. "I've never heard of you going on like this. I mean, not even wanting to flirt with other guys. You were born to flirt."

"I still do, I'm just more selective about my audience these days. I figure I can channel whatever wandering energies I might have onto other women exclusively. Like you. Or the cuties all around us here." 

Xania nodded as if she understood, though in fact she was still skeptical. 

Suzanne had been carrying a bag, and now put it up on their table. "Here. I've brought a change of clothes. Something more risqué for both you and me. I figure we're the same sizes, just like Susan and I are." She teased, "Unless you've put on some pounds where you shouldn't have?"

"You wish!" Xania and Suzanne both had competitive streaks in them. "I work out everyday, instead of gorging on Ben and Jerry's ice cream, like SOME people here." 

Suzanne rolled her eyes. While it's true that she liked ice cream a lot, she still wore the same dress size as when she was in college and she knew Xania knew it. "Yeah, right. If you think you're so hot, try wearing this." She nodded at the bag.

Xania looked into the bag and pulled out a top. She held it up. "This? You want me to wear this? In public? We'll get arrested."

"No worries. That's the other reason we're here, because I have it on good word that they're very tolerant." She taunted, "Or are you afraid you won't fit into my size anymore?"

Just then, an attractive blonde waitress came up to their table. "Good day. My name is Ginger. Can I take your order?"

Suzanne responded, "I'm Suzanne, and this is my friend Xania. Spelled with an X, but pronounced like a Z. We're not quite ready. Why don't you leave the menus?"

"Okay." Ginger walked off.

But Xania suspected something. Hmm. It seems as if the waitress and Suzanne aren't complete strangers. It's just a vibe I get. I wouldn't be surprised if Suzanne's been here before and is up to one of her schemes. On the other hand, her schemes are always lots of fun so there's no harm in just seeing what happens.

The two of them retired to the ladies' room. Suzanne had Xania wear a miniskirt with no panties underneath. Xania also wore a revealing yellow top that hung very loosely. 

Xania tested her outfit out while still in the bathroom. Sitting back, all of Xania's considerable cleavage was exposed. If she leaned forward, one could see all her tits and even clear down to her stomach. The two thin straps ostensibly holding up the top hardly did anything at all.

Suzanne wore a similar outfit except hers was a one piece black leather dress. But it too completely failed to cover her crotch when she sat and exposed it all when she bent forward. She wanted them to be on a level playing field for any flirtation games.

Xania considered herself equal in sexual bravado with Suzanne, but when she returned to her table, she couldn't help but blush. Her miniskirt was so short and tight that when she sat down, it was nearly as if she wasn't wearing any skirt at all. Her entire bush and then some was on display, no matter how much she tugged on the skirt. 

Worse, their table was hardly a table at all. They both sat on stools with a small, round table between them. But the table was no impediment at all if she wanted to look at Suzanne's crotch and vice versa. The high stools put them even more easily on display for the other customers. She only had two consolations: one, she could keep her legs closed and keep some decency; and two, Suzanne was in the exact same predicament she was.

Suzanne, however, looked around without a care in the world.

Xania wasn't so confident. She and Suzanne were so gorgeous that even when they first came in, both wearing as much clothing as anyone else, they were public spectacles for everyone else in the restaurant. It was as if two famous Hollywood starlets happened to come into an obscure, suburban restaurant and tried to act casual. The vast majority of the other women weren't at all sexually interested in the two buxom beauties (since, after all, virtually every single one was married with children), but few could resist sizing themselves up with the top competition.

But when the two women returned with their skimpy outfits, it was as if a record had been playing and someone jerkily pulled the needle away, leaving only dead silence. Conversations stopped, and then restarted, but now everyone was discussing the two daring women in their midst. As if the table Suzanne and Xania sat at wasn't exposed enough already, it didn't help that it was right in the middle of the restaurant, open from every direction. There was nowhere to hide.

Xania was uncomfortable and blushing, but also terribly turned on. The public exposure thrilled her to the bone. But she was annoyed at how blasé Suzanne was. She groused, "Happy now, Thunder Thighs?" 

Suzanne's eyes lit up with anger briefly as she remembered the name Xania used to tease her with back in college. But then she realized it was just more teasing; the two of them were almost absurdly fit. She teased back with her own old nickname for Xania, "Actually, no, Hippo Hips. I've got one more thing in mind."

"Whatever it is, hurry it up," Xania said, looking around at all the gawkers. "Talk about a public spectacle." Lowering her voice, she added as she tried to tug on her far too short skirt, "Actually, make that a PU-bic spectacle. I mean, Jesus, everyone can see the pinkness of my slit. Let's get out of here already and have some fun in private!" 

"Not so fast." Suzanne reached back into her bag and pulled out two vibrators and openly placed them on the table. They were shaped like life-sized penises, but with clit stimulators attached. She winked, and said, "Got cock?"

Xania's eyes bugged out. She was very grateful that the music in fact continued to play (a typical top forty radio station), and other conversations created a steady hum of noise, making it difficult for even those in adjacent tables to hear what Suzanne said. She said, "Suzanne, I thought I was wild, but come on. This is too much!" Her pussy was starting to leak in a very visible way, making her predicament all the worse. But she was so aroused she couldn't help herself. 

Suzanne, in full-on competitive mode, said, "Should we get the waitress to come here and serve us?"

"NO!" I mean, "No. Shit. This is crazy!"

Suzanne crowed, "You don't need the waitress to serve you, 'cos you just got served!" 

"I did not! Whatever you can do, I can do better." But Xania was still looking around the room frantically. She tried to make eye contact with people, painful as that was to do, to shame them into looking away. But she was so turned on that she was spending a lot of her brain power thinking about how sexy so many other women in the room were. It was a very fit crowd, perhaps because there was a fitness center right next door and a lot of the women used that while their kids were in the day care facility. 

Trying to regain some position with Suzanne, she pushed her chair back about six inches for more public exposure of her privates and removed her hands from her crotch, fully exposing her dark bush to everyone. "There. Happy? I'm not chicken." Her whole body was trembling and she was in danger of soaking her chair. Glistening rivulets of cum could be seen rolling down her thighs from tables away.

Suzanne was impressed, but Xania's daring merely inspired her to go yet farther. She pushed her chair back and spread her legs wide, causing not only Xania to gasp, but many of the other young women sitting nearby as well. Then she grabbed a double-ended vibrator and made a show of turning it on. 

Xania whispered in near horror, "No! You wouldn't! You could get arrested!" 

With a sultry smile, Suzanne brought the now quivering vibrator underneath the table. 

With the way the two of them sat on stools around a high table, Xania had no trouble at all seeing what happened next. Neither did anyone else in the room, she noticed. She found her own legs opening up, as if anticipating the vibrator was about to go into her instead of her friend. 

Suzanne's hips wiggled as she was trying to stuff the entire vibrator in, and then she let out a sigh of contentment. She gave Xania a direct, challenging look, and said, "You mean WE could get arrested. Your turn."

Xania again looked all around the room. At least half the mothers were staring intently at their table. She didn't see any children or babies, and she at least was grateful about that. But still, stalling for time, she asked Suzanne, "What about the kids? Aren't you corrupting them?"

Suzanne pointed out, "What kids? There are no kids. By some unspoken rule, this is the place to get away from the kids in the rest of the building. It's a kid free zone, probably 'cos they've got a snack bar for the kids who get hungry downstairs. So you've got no excuse. There's no one here but us and a lot of hot MILFs. Maybe you're afraid of them seeing your Hippo Hips?"

"I am NOT!" Xania hissed. She quit trying to furtively hold her skirt down as far as it could go and watched her entire bush come into view as she spread her legs still wider. "There! See?" 

Xania grabbed the remaining vibrator off the table and brought it into her lap. But then she looked around the room again and saw all the prying eyes. She kept the dildo in her lap but couldn't bring herself to put it inside her drooling slit. Struggling between public humiliation and the desire never to be outdone by Suzanne, she muttered, "This is insanity!" 

CHAPTER 3

Just then, the waitress Ginger came back. She stood by the table and asked, "Are you ready to order?"

Xania leaned forward and grabbed the menu with the hand not holding the dildo. Then she looked up at the waitress and saw Ginger's wide eyes. Xania realized that clearly Ginger was staring down into her cleavage, and just as clearly, she was getting quite an eyeful. About the only thing her top covered was her nipples, but that hardly mattered because they were so erect their entire shape was clearly outlined through the loosely hanging fabric. 

Xania leaned back in an attempt to reduce the show of deep cleavage, but that just exposed her pussy all the more. There was no fabric anywhere below her belt line. Even more embarrassed about that than displaying her cleavage and nipples, she leaned forward again, going so far forward that the fabric came away and she was exposed all the way down to her belly button, nipples and all. Blushing more furiously than ever, she leaned back a bit, trying to find an unhappy medium between the two exposed positions. 

Suzanne on the other hand, leaned forward unabashedly. She said straight-faced to the waitress, "Nice view here today, isn't it?"

Ginger smiled and replied, "Nice view." Ginger was like a kid in a candy store - she wished she had more eyes so she could fully examine both women at the same time. She had no shame in blatantly staring as she waited.

Suzanne reveled in the fact that miles and miles of her cleavage was on display. She found herself thinking, This is SOO much fun! The only thing that would be better is if Alan was here to watch and Alan Junior was sliding through all this sweaty tit-flesh! ... Hmm. I wonder why I'm not more nervous, though. I'd never have the guts to do this on my own. Even though I'm psyching out Xania, at the same time I'm psyching out myself. By taunting her to go farther, I go farther still! It IS a bit scary, but it's too much fun to stop now.

One unstated reason Suzanne wasn't so nervous was because she knew Ginger was serving as their protector, by prearranged plan.

Xania didn't know that for sure, but she strongly suspected it by Ginger's lack of surprise and easy going manner (not to mention Suzanne's history of scheming). But suspecting that Ginger was involved somehow didn't help her nervousness much. Even if Ginger was in on it, there were a lot of ways they could get in trouble with so many strangers in the room. 

Xania looked around and realized, with relief, that at least there weren't any windows. After all, they were in part of a large day care complex. She'd half-expected to see crowds forming and noses pressed up against the glass with the kind of show she and Suzanne were putting on. She noticed how brazenly Ginger stared down Suzanne's chest, not to mention her own, even with many of the other patrons continuing to stare at their table. She decided that Ginger had to be at least bisexual, if not completely lesbian.

Ginger indeed was brazen. Breaking a long silence, she asked, "So. Are you here for something to eat, or just social intercourse?" 

Suzanne smiled with amusement. "Both, actually." Leering at Xania's exposed crotch, she said, "But what I want to eat isn't on the menu." Then she said to Ginger, "We haven't looked at the menu yet because my friend Xania here hasn't put her vibrator in yet. At least I don't think she has. Can you check?"

Ginger smiled back with an ordinary smile and said, "Certainly." She put down the tray she was holding on the table. 

Then she bent down a bit and reached into Xania's lap. She looked at one of Xania's hands resting between her thighs and tightly clutching the vibrator. But acting as if she could only discover things through touch instead of sight, she felt all over Xania's hand and the vibrator. She was careful not to touch Xania's thighs or pussy - for now. 

Pulling her hand back, she said to Suzanne, "Unfortunately, it's still not in." She said this with the same neutral tone as if she'd said, "Unfortunately, we're all out of ketchup."

Suzanne replied with equal aplomb, "I think it must be because she's dry. Can you check?"

Xania was already quite shocked, but she was doubly shocked when Ginger bent even lower and reached under the table again, this time aiming directly for Xania's pussy. 

Xania had been so taken aback by recent events that she'd forgotten to keep her legs tightly closed, so Ginger's fingers easily found their way directly inside the soaking slit.

Ginger frowned and said, "Hmm. No, it seems she's quite wet. Very wet indeed."

Xania couldn't take it any more. She looked around at the couple dozen surprised faces looking back at her, and then tightly shut her eyes as if she could will herself away from the scene. She was so freaked out that she was practically having an out of body experience. She simply couldn't believe in the reality of what was happening. But at the same time she was so aroused that she could feel her heart pounding like a hammer, even down in her pussy.

Suddenly, she nearly jumped out of her chair, because through a thick erotic fog it dawned on her that Ginger hadn't pulled her fingers away and in fact she was actually starting to stroke them in and out. Even if Ginger is in on some kind of scheme, we're still in a very public place! She hissed, "This is unreal! I mean, I consider myself a very experienced woman of the world, but, but..." Her voice trailed off as she was at a loss for words.

With her eyes closed, her mind focused on the intense pleasure of Ginger's finger fucking all the more. She was so aroused that she feared she'd pass out altogether. Though she couldn't see, she could clearly picture all the sexy MILFs in the room staring at her pussy being fondled. Somehow, she still needed to hold back from cumming, because she worried that if she came she'd scream in ecstasy at the top of her lungs. 

She needed to do something and fast. She exclaimed in a frantic but quiet voice, "What's going on here?! Who are you, Ginger, and what are you and Suzanne up to?!"

Suzanne laughed. "I guess I couldn't keep it a secret forever. I met Ginger a couple of weeks ago at a sex shop. She works there. We had a bit of fun after the shop closed. Last time I went back, Ginger told me that she works here too. She's bi, and finds it a good place to pick up hot, lonely, and neglected housewives. And, as you can see, she's in with the owners and so doesn't have to worry about getting fired. Plus, with two jobs she's paying off those student loans faster than you can say 'spread your legs.'"

Xania heard the command and inadvertently spread her legs wide. But then she recalled all the strangers staring, and closed them up again, or at least tried to. She couldn't close all the way because Ginger was now on one knee between Xania's knees, and still had three fingers busily working up inside Xania's pussy.

Xania's face was very red and her eyes were shut tight, but she was a daring woman and a hard one to shock. Relieved that they weren't going to be thrown out, she let out a good laugh. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 36



Ginger and Suzanne laughed too. It greatly eased the tension. For some reason, that caused many of the strangers staring to lose interest, as if it had been announced the show was over. Also, with Ginger between Xania's knees the view was blocked, though there was absolutely no doubt in anyone's minds what she was doing there. However, while some of the crowd turned away, at least half did not. 

Xania immediately fought back. Even though she was shaking like a leaf, she was determined not to be outdone. She opened her eyes and, staring intently into Suzanne's green eyes, she said to Ginger, "Waitress, I'm not sure if Suzanne's vibrator is properly inserted. And without it in, how can we order anything? Can you check? Thoroughly? ... And you, Suzanne. Spread your Thunder Thighs so this woman can make a proper inspection."

Suzanne accepted the challenge and spread her legs. She returned Xania's challenging stare with one of her own. Ironically, while Xania was coming to grips with the situation, Suzanne was getting more nervous, uncertain of what Xania would now try to make her do in revenge. 

Now it was her turn to look around the room nervously at all the people staring. One way she'd been so calm before was because she didn't allow herself to do that. As soon as she did she regretted it, because there were plenty of women still interested. But she was a good judge of character and she could quickly discern at least that there wasn't an angry face in the crowd. In fact, most everyone was tremendously turned on by their blatant display. There was no shortage of fidgety legs, nipples poking through fabric, and cheeks glowing crimson from blushes from blush and arousal. It seemed like a giant lesbian orgy was about to break out at any second, especially in the circle of tables immediately around their own. 

Ginger now got down on both knees and inserted the fingers of one hand into Suzanne's groin while keeping the fingers of the other hand in Xania's pussy. She encountered a large vibrator blocking access to Suzanne's pussy, so she couldn't put her fingers in. But she grabbed hold of the vibrator and pushed it in and out. 

Ginger said, "Xania, looks like the vibrator is very much in. Though I'm taking my time to handle it to be absolutely sure. That's more than I can say for your vibrator."

Xania would not be outdone. She pulled Ginger's fingers away and put the vibrator deep inside her. It felt so good that she nearly screamed. As it was, the situation was driving her to a climax to end all climaxes. With the big vibrator filling her all the way up, she finally let herself go and was hit with a powerful orgasm. 

She slumped down in her seat and inadvertently spread her legs wide again. She was amazed at how sweaty and out of breath she was, especially considering it was an air conditioned room. She was so emotionally and physically drained that she could barely lift a finger. 

Ginger took advantage and brought her hand back to Xania's defenseless pussy. She worked on Xania's clit.

That caused Xania to only spread her legs even further. She gave up all attempts to be discreet and sat back in her chair, moaning in extreme lust. At this point, she wouldn't have minded in the least to tear off whatever few clothes that still barely covered parts of her. 

Finally, after a minute or two of sitting in a very exposed position, Xania came to her senses enough to look around and see that there were still at least two dozen mothers staring intently at their table. She was too frazzled to realize just how many of them were panting. 

She adjusted her top because one of her boobs had sprung completely free during her orgasmic overload. But now she felt too good to stop the fun altogether. And seeing Suzanne's knees still wide, she realized that the two of them were filling up the room with the smell of pussy, but she refused to even close her legs up and lose the game of face Suzanne was playing.

Xania was barely holding on. Between looking at Suzanne's wet inner thighs, all the women staring at them, and Ginger panting between her legs, not to mention feeling what Ginger was doing to her clit, she felt like she was completely losing her free will to uncontrollable lust. 

But she couldn't take it any more - she needed more contact, more arousal. She suddenly hissed, "Suzanne, if this was your idea of getting me warmed up, it worked! Good GOD did it ever work! Let's go fuck! Take me somewhere and do me with a strap-on. Now!"

Suzanne didn't really have a private place away from home, but she hoped Ginger would provide one. She stood up and asked, "Ginger, do you have like a storage closet or something we can use? And would you like to join us?" Suzanne was so excited she couldn't even keep her hands off of herself as she impatiently waited for a place to go. 

Ginger pulled her fingers away from Xania's crotch and pointed with a juiced up index finger towards a door. "We certainly have just the thing. A storage closet. I'll lead the way. But unfortunately I can't partake, because I am at my job after all, and all these people want to eat. Next time let's do this when I'm at the end of my shift. Okay?"

Xania and Suzanne didn't stick around to chat. Both were so worked up that they practically flew to the private room Ginger pointed out. However, when they got to the door, they stopped because the rest of the women in the room started clapping. 

The two of them turned around to see that they were now being given a standing ovation by nearly everyone in the room. 

One woman who was close to them walked even closer. As the clapping died down, she said, "Wow. I'm not even a lesbian, but wow. As just a sheer display of sexual brazen lusty... Wow. I'm speechless. Bravo." She clapped, and the others started clapping again.

Blushing still more, and with a mixture of pride and shame, the two of them opened the closet door, took a slight bow, rushed inside, and closed it behind them. They were instantly plunged into complete darkness, but they didn't care. They both burst into hysterical laughter.

As they frantically undressed, Xania deadpanned, "You think anyone out there doesn't know what we're about to do?" 

"What's that, Hippo Hips?"

"Shut up, Thunder Thighs!"

They shut each other up with an electric mouth to mouth kiss. 

Then they fucked each other absolutely silly in the complete darkness of the small closet. The vibrators came in handy. They tried to keep their voices down so the mothers outside wouldn't pay them any mind any more, but that only added to the intensity of their illicit fuck. Both of them half expected the police to come and open the door at any moment, but it never happened. 

When they were all done, they waited a very long time in the darkness. They just talked, hoping most of the customers who'd seen them run off together would be gone. They were mostly successful, but not everyone had left. 

In fact, one woman had apparently waited for their return. She walked up to them and handed them a piece of paper with a name and phone number on it, and then walked off without saying anything.

Suzanne walked out of the restaurant and into the parking lot. She examined the piece of paper and tried to remember the face and body of the woman who handed it to her.

Xania asked her, "So, you think we should introduce her to Alan?" 

Suzanne replied, "What you mean in the lingo of our little group is, is she Alan-worthy? I say... nah. Technically, yes she'd qualify, but he's got his hands full enough now. And anyway, you can't just say yes. One has to look into her background first. We don't want any problems."

"Maybe later then," Xania suggested. "When things calm down and most importantly, when I'm back in town. Nudge, nudge." 

"Maybe. I'll keep the number." That resolved, Suzanne said to Xania, "So. Welcome to my world. This is a fairly typical event since things began with Alan. Now can you see why I'm slowly losing my self-control?"

"You come to this restaurant often?"

"No. It was a bit of a trial run to see if I could bring Alan, Katherine, or Susan here. I don't really know Ginger that well as I've only seen her at the other store a few times, and I don't think we'd get along that great sexually, since she's a dom and I'm a dom. Unlike me though, she's way into S and M, too. She uses this job and her other job to find subs she can use. She's a great multi-tasker in that respect. It's not really a job so much as a way for her to prowl. By the way, that's why we didn't have to worry about being caught. The owner of this whole complex is a woman about our age who's one of her subs. Ginger told me all this so I could take advantage of this spot sometime."

"I wish you would have told me earlier! I wouldn't have been so nervous."

"But the nervousness is part of the fun. By the way, you notice how wholesome she looks? All Miss America Midwestern coffee shop waitress?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't believe it. From the very limited experience I've had with her, I'd say she's about the wildest and most insatiable sexaholic I've ever seen. I could hardly recognize her today. You should see her over at the sex shop, all dressed up like a dominatrix. Alan still doesn't know about her. I'm afraid to get her near him for fear that she'll whip him black and blue or something. And she can go the other way and beg to be whipped and spanked, too. That's the last thing he needs right now, more weirdness and exhausting sex with someone other than me."

"So, have you done this public sex kind of thing lately? Maybe with your Sweetie?"

"Oh. Sorry I didn't really answer your question. No, all the fun takes place at the Plummer house so far, but it's of that kind of intensity that we experienced today. With Alan there's always something new and exciting, and highly orgasmic. You'll find out tonight at the card game."

"I can't wait. Wow. You've got an amazing thing going on down here, Suzanne. But the game isn't until this evening. We've got hours and hours before I have to don my fake psychologist glasses. Why don't we do a little shopping and catch up on old times? I'm so glad we're back in touch. Why didn't you look me up for some fucking and fun years back? You know I'm not the kind to hold grudges, even with what you did with Jeffrey."

"Well, I pretty much gave up lesbian lovemaking not long after I last saw you. I started working my way up the social hierarchy and I guess I was afraid of what other people would think if I got found out. Cheating on husbands was okay, in the sense that it was expected, but a lesbian relationship was somehow beyond the pale in the gossipy circles I hung out with. Mostly, I worried that word would get back to Susan, and then she'd be appalled, and maybe even afraid that I would try to seduce her. I didn't want to lose that friendship for anything and I still don't. Remember that this was back in her prudish days, when I was doing my best NOT to seduce her. Even though God knows how much i wanted to."

"But now, everything's changed," Xania noted.

"Yep. I couldn't give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks any more, as you can see. It's just all out sex and fun every single day of the week, and I'm loving it."

"Damn." Xania pondered the situation in silence while they walked across the parking lot together. The sky was sunny and cars honked in busy traffic somewhere in the distance. She could still barely comprehend what they just did in front of dozens of witnesses at the restaurant. She had a feeling that as intense as that experience was, the card game would be even better.

CHAPTER 4 

Alan made it a point to get to school ten minutes early. He figured his friend Sean usually got to school with time to spare, so that would be a good time to catch him and talk about a proposal he'd come up with the night before. 

Alan found his Korean-American friend locking up his bike at the bicycle racks. He immediately guided him away to a remote corner where Heather wasn't likely to find them. He was still doing his best to avoid talking to Heather whenever possible.

Finally alone, Alan asked, "So, Sean. What are you up to?"

"I'm on my way to contact the Weekly World News." That was the infamous over the top tabloid newspaper.

"Why?"

"So I can give them their next headline: Rare Alan Sighting in Orange County, California. His friends Bat Boy and Elvis are believed to have stayed behind in their secret Bermuda Triangle underwater base."

Alan found that amusing, but played it straight. "I'll have you know that while Elvis and I are casual acquaintances, I have NEVER met Bat Boy."

They both laughed. Sean commented, "Very funny."

"Not too bad yourself. But I need to be serious with you for a moment." He pondered how to begin, and then started with, "Sean, have you heard any strange rumors about me lately?"

"Actually, now that you mention it, I haven't really heard anything but people have been asking me strange questions. Just yesterday this big football linebacker type came up to me - you know I never talk to anyone like that - and he asks all gruff-like, 'Hey, you're a friend of Alan's, right?' I told him yeah and he starts asking me a couple of questions about your sex life, of all things! Isn't that bizarre? And then another guy did nearly the same thing. Peter said it happened to him, too. I was going to tell you about it, but finding you lately is like trying to find the Loch Ness Monster or something."

"What did they ask?"

"Mostly who you were sleeping with. I told them Amy, of course. Since she's your girlfriend. I mean, it's none of my business, but I guessed that maybe you and her, were, you know... That if you did it with anyone, it would have to be..."

Alan smiled at his friend's awkwardness in discussing anything sexual. Although Sean was good looking and was in great shape thanks to his love of tennis and other sports, he was an even bigger nerd than Alan used to be. Worse for Alan's purposes, Sean was below zero in sexual experience. His family was about as prudish as Alan's used to be, which was saying something. Like Alan, he focused all of his sexual and romantic longing on someone unobtainable. Just as many boys in the school did, Sean worshipped the ground Heather walked on.

Alan thought, Man, Sean, your whole world is about to change. Get ready to hold on to your hat! Or maybe I should say hold on to your pants. "Look, I know I haven't been the best of friends lately. These last couple months you've hardly even seen me - none of my friends have. I want to make it up to you. Can you keep a secret? Absolute secrecy? You especially won't tell those guys snooping around?" 

Sean nodded. 

"The truth is, I've discovered sex in a big way. And Amy being my girlfriend is just the latest chapter in a wild ride. I've been living a bit of a double life and having loads of sex without anyone knowing. Some of the women in this school are really wild. Heather, for instance."

"Heather? You mean head cheerleader and goddess sent to Earth Heather? That Heather? You expect me to believe that you've been having sex with her? No way!"

"I do, and I have. Have you noticed how she actually says hello and even talks to me? Why do you think that is? That's why those guys are snooping around. They're worried that I'm sleeping with their girlfriends." 

"Wait a minute. Back up. I'm still getting my head wrapped around this Heather thing. You're saying that YOU have had sex with HEATHER?!" 

Alan belatedly realized that trying to get Sean to believe that could be dangerous. After all, Sean thought of Heather as his dream object, so it would be a big blow for him to think Alan slept with her. Instead, he said, "Never mind about Heather, the point is-"

"Whoa, not so fast." Using a classic "I Love Lucy" line, he said in a Cuban accent, "You've got a lotta 'splainin' to do, Lucy." 

"Okay, let's put it this way. Have I flirted with her? Yes. Have I kissed her on the lips? Yes. I've done all kinds of things with all kinds of women lately. I'm getting to be a regular Don Juan."

"Noooo... No shit. Wow. But wait a minute. If you kissed Heather on the lips, what about her boyfriend? He'd kill you." 

"So don't tell anyone, for God's sake! Can we get off the Heather topic already? In some social circles pretty far removed from the ones you know, I'm getting notorious. Some guy practically attacked me in the hallway yesterday."

"I know. I thought maybe that's what you wanted to talk about."

"You heard about that already? ... Gossip spreads fast, I guess. So you see? The snooping? The bullying? It's happening because they think I'm this sexual stud. And I don't mean to toot my own horn, but there's a certain truth to that!"

Sean was extremely skeptical. "Alan, two months ago we had a major D&D Lord of the Rings simulation. It lasted all weekend. You were acting, like, king of the geeks." 

Actually, Sean was king of the geeks much more than Alan was, and had for instance been the one to think up and arrange the game he referred to, but Alan let that point slide. 

"And now you're telling me that this same guy, namely you, is having sex with all kinds of women? And even kissing Heather on the lips?! And you expect me to believe that?"

Alan was amused that kissing Heather was a bigger deal to Sean than all the rest, but he hid his smile. "It's true! I swear to God. Things have changed. Why, speaking of Tolkien, a couple of weeks ago I was rereading the Lord of the Rings and just fizzled out in the middle of the Two Towers. Can you believe that? Me! Without getting too graphic, as much as I love Tolkien, I'd rather be caressing a young lady's thigh than read about Frodo climbing Mt. Doom yet again. I'd even take it over the movies."

Sean gasped as if Alan had uttered a heresy. "Look, man, I know you're not a lying kind of guy, but..." 

Alan couldn't help smiling at his friend's pre-sexual priorities, but he stifled a smile again and pressed on. "It's true. Reserve judgment for the moment and let me explain why I'm telling you all this. First off, I've had to be extremely secretive, and it's been driving me crazy, living a double life. I need to tell someone. Frankly - and I know you're gonna choke with laughter on this, but it's true - frankly, I'm having sex with too many girls. Too many! Isn't that bizarre? I've set expectations I can't meet, and I need to cut back. And there's where you come in. You're a reasonably attractive guy, probably the same as me in the looks department. That's good. You've got some nerdy glasses that are a big turn off, but we'll take care of that. I basically want to hand off some of the girls to you."

Sean's mouth gaped wide open and he replied, "What? Did I hear that correctly? There's just enough evidence to make me think you're serious. Some kind of weird talk around school. You've changed, man. Changed. You've been acting so different lately and of course you're never around; there must be something going on with you. Are you serious?!"

"I am, already. Geez. I'm hoping you can kind of be my apprentice. I talked to a girl on the phone yesterday. Her name is Kim. She's on the cheerleading squad. She's-"

"Kim?" Sean exclaimed. "The cheerleader Kim? She's definitely doable. I'd TOTALLY do her. You're fucking HER? But what about Amy? Amy is awesome. I would never cheat on Amy if she was my girl! Man, that's fucked up. I thought you're Mister Moral Guy."

"I know she's great, but she'll let me sleep with other girls, and variety is the spice of life." 

"Dude! Get real. Is this whole thing some kind of joke?"

"Believe me, man. You couldn't imagine how active my sex life is, which is why I need your help with Kim. And others, but she'll be a good start."

"Others? This IS some kind of joke, right? Where's Candid Camera?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 36



"It's no joke. My ultimate goal is to get you and Heather together."

"HEATHER?! All right, you had me going there for a while. I was totally falling for it. But you crossed the line with that one. Come on, man, the joke is over."

"Look, I'm not asking you to believe me. In fact, the truth is so amazing that I wouldn't believe it if you told it to me. I mean, I'm sleeping with women that practically make Heather look ugly. You know that woman on Star Trek: Voyager with the big tits and funny name?" Alan knew that she was another unobtainable lust object for Sean. 

"You mean Jeri Ryan? The Seven of Nine character?" Sean was a huge Star Trek fan and had no trouble recalling the name.

"Yeah. I'm fucking women who look hotter and are even more stacked than she is. I know that sounds impossible, but you don't have to believe that right now. All you have to do is when Kim asks you back to her place for help with homework after school today, just say yes. There's no risk to you. Worst case scenario, you hang out with a cute cheerleader. Best case scenario, she takes your virginity and teaches you all about fucking."

"But wait. I thought she was a lesbian. Everybody knows that."

"She is, kind of. Not so much any more, actually. The thing is, she doesn't like men, and doesn't want to be with them or have a boyfriend, she just likes having sex with them. That's why I thought of her. She wants sex without any attachments, and so do you. Don't fall in love with her or anything. I know you're mad for Heather, and it's good that you stay that way."

Alan had been eyeing Kim standing a ways away for the last minute or so. Done with his talk, he made a nudge in her direction and said to Sean, "Don't look now, but look who's over there."

Sean looked over, and his face registered in complete fear as if he saw a freight train barreling down on him and not a teenager walking his way. But there was no doubt about it. Kim was getting nearer. Curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she wanted to see what Sean was like right away, instead of after school as she and Alan had discussed.

She walked up to Alan and said, "Hey, Alan. You gonna introduce me to your cute friend here?" Knowing that Sean would be shy, she made sure to put on a friendly, smiling face. 

"Sure. Kim, this is Sean. Sean, Kim." 

The two of them shook hands. 

Sean appeared to be recovering from his initial shock, though he was still tongue-tied. He actually suffered from a new wave of shock as it dawned on him that merely having Kim here speaking with him greatly increased the odds that his friend wasn't completely full of hot air.

Alan said to the cute cheerleader, "Kim, I was just telling Sean here my secret that I've been involved with quite a few girls. He finds that hard to believe."

Kim looked around. They were in a remote alcove and no one was looking their way. With a devilish grin, she grabbed Alan's crotch. "Whatever are you talking about?" she asked facetiously. 

Then, as if that wasn't bold enough, she reached into his shorts and started ostentatiously jacking his penis up and down. 

Sean couldn't see Alan's penis still trapped in his shorts, but there was no doubt what Kim's hands were doing. His totally stunned facial expression was back with a vengeance. 

Kim leaned towards him and whispered conspiratorially, "Alan's penis is quite popular right now, I'll have to admit. I practically have to stand in line for a chance to do this."

Sean had a chance to respond, but he merely stammered and finally gave up on attempting to form any words. His eyes remained glued on what Kim's hands were doing.

Kim, still as casual as ever, said to Sean, "I hear you're really smart. Would you like to come over to my house after school today and help me out with my homework ... and stuff? Alan suggested it would be good if we could work together for a little while." Her hand still flew wildly up and down Alan's dick. She was careful though to keep all the action inside his shorts as she figured Sean would have a hang up about seeing his friend's penis. 

Sean remained quiet and stunned until Alan gave him a little kick. Then he squeaked out, "Um. Yeah. Homework. And stuff." There was no doubt that the "and stuff" was the main thing on his mind, as he imagined Kim doing to him what she was in the middle of doing to Alan. Sean was particularly blown away by the fact that a steady stream of students walked by not ten feet away. Had Kim and Alan been facing opposite directions so the front side of Alan's shorts could be seen, all hell would have broken loose.

But apparently that wasn't enough for Kim. Her resolve not to allow Sean to see Alan's penis broke down almost instantly. Sean held his breath as he saw Kim reach for Alan's zipper. With an assenting nod from a very aroused Alan, Kim pulled the zipper down. Alan no longer wore underwear anywhere, so she faced no obstruction as she pulled his penis out. 

She winked at Sean and said, "I like to help Alan out with 'stuff' as much as he'll let me." She jacked Alan off in full view of Sean. She found herself strangely proud to show his penis off to another man. 

Alan seemed to take it in stride, almost as if he didn't notice. 

But Sean was still trying to breathe and get his heart going again. He gasped, "There are people everywhere! Right behind you!" He tore his eyes away from Kim's hand on Alan's penis long enough to stare at two boys who appeared to be coming particularly close. But they passed less than ten feet behind Alan and Kim and kept walking without suspecting a thing. If they would have noticed something, probably the only reason would have been if they'd seen Sean's flabbergasted face and stopped to see what was causing the look.

Kim said huskily, "He's right. Maybe if I get down on my knees and stuff it in my mouth things won't be so obvious." But she moved a little so she stood slightly behind him and block things a little bit, now reaching around to stroke.

But Alan replied, "Are you kidding? As much as I'd love that, that would give everything away instantly. No way."

"Aww. Shucks. Maybe we could go somewhere more private?"

Alan didn't reply, but winked at Sean. "Still don't believe me now?" He felt strange to have his penis shown off in front of a male friend, but he figured the drastic action would help Sean understand just how crazy the situation had become for him.

He craned around to look towards Kim's face. "That feels great, as usual, but class is about to begin. There's no time. You two have fun later."

Kim smiled. "Oh, we will. And I think you and I need to meet more often like this. Whenever you get a stiffy, just ask any of us girls to lend a hand. We can do a lot in a five minute break. Imagine two or three of us cheerleaders sucking your cock at the same time in the stinky bathroom. Wouldn't that be fun?" 

She winked and finally withdrew her hand from his shorts. She zipped him up then hurried off.

Sean was still too stunned to talk. But then a light bulb went off. "Wait a minute. 'We'? More than one cheerleader?! Is that for real? You're, like, doing it with more than one girl at a time? More than one fucking CHEERLEADER?! They're all so hot. They're just about the hottest girls in school!"

"Hey man. You're the one who said I'm honest. I wouldn't lie to you. But keep it under your hat, okay?" 

Another light bulb went off in Sean's head. He nearly shouted, "Wait! If this is for real, then maybe you really did sleep with Heather! She's a cheerleader too!"

"Sssh. Not so loud." Alan could detect Sean would be jealous about Heather as soon as he got over the shock. "Yes, I did. I hate to break it to you like this because I know how highly you think of her, but she sleeps with lots of guys. Lots. That's the bad news. The good news is that soon you'll likely be one of them. If we play this right, maybe you can even become her special guy."

That silenced Sean and seemed to return him to a completely shocked state. "But, but, Heather... She's not that kind of girl... She..." He seemed on the verge of tears. 

Alan tried to divert Sean's attention. "Don't worry about that right now. We'll talk about that later. Think about Kim. You're going to meet her after school. You're gonna do 'stuff.' Believe me, 'stuff' will definitely involve her putting your dick in her mouth. She loves doing that, as you just saw. Think about THAT!"

"Hooooly crapola..." 

As Alan started to walk off, he emphasized again, "Remember: mum's the word. Seriously." 

Sean managed a nod.

Alan looked back and saw Sean still standing there staring off into space in dull incomprehension. Alan thought, Sean has such a long way to go. But then again I was exactly like him not two months ago. He's a smart guy. I trust he'll keep quiet and figure this sex stuff out by and by. The problem is there's no time to wait. I've got to bring him up to speed even quicker than the process I went through so he can help immediately with Heather. I'm still reeling from the shock. He's gonna need more help than just Kim before he graduates to Heather. No way am I going to let him touch any of my family four, so who does that leave? Brenda, maybe? Janice or Joy? Hmm. I'll have to think about that.

I like what Kim did with her hands. It said to him, "Get ready to fuck, Sean, and by the way, I'm first and foremost one of Alan's girls. This is the cock I love and don't you forget it." Very clever of her.

Alan let out a big sigh of relief. There's something about unburdening this secret sexual life of mine to another male. I don't know what it is, but it makes it that much more real. It's not so much an ego thing - the last thing I need is more ego stroking! 

He joked to himself as he thought of what Kim did to his penis, Cock stroking good, ego stroking bad. Though she had to leave me with a big unsatisfied woody for class. Grrr. 

But getting back to Sean, it's the sharing of the burden, having a compadre, an amigo, in all this craziness. And my friendship with him was slipping away. I mean, I don't care about sitting around and discussing Red Dwarf or The Prisoner any more. Maybe now it can roar back with a vengeance. Awesome! I should have started this apprentice idea weeks ago. 

I just hope it works out with Sean and Heather. That's going to be a real challenge, getting her to wanna be with him. The ace in the hole is that I've stumbled onto what excites her, and that's degradation. And I know Sean has a dark side because I've seen glimpses of it. But can he be trained to treat Heather like I treat her, and quickly? As it is, he's the exact kind of pushover guy that Heather hates the most. The last time I was with Sean and Heather at the beach, he couldn't even get up the nerve to say "Boo" to her. We've got a loooong way to go with him.

CHAPTER 5

Alan walked out of his first period class feeling wary. He worried about Heather ambushing him; he felt certain she'd have some new demands. 

But he hadn't gone far when he was ambushed by someone else: Heather's old boyfriend, Rockwell. Just like the unnamed football player who harassed him yesterday, the star quarterback Rockwell was surrounded by several flunkies. And just like yesterday, Alan was pushed back into a locker before he even knew what was happening. Except Rockwell seemed far angrier than Alan's tormentors had been yesterday.

"Hey, you little fuck," Rockwell started. He looked around to see if others in the busy hallway were watching, but his friends created a tight seal around Alan. No one could see past the big football players. 

"What?" Alan asked dumbly. "What are you doing?"

"This!" Rockwell punched Alan in the chest, hard. Alan fell to his knees, clutching at the blow. "Get him up!" Rockwell ordered, and a couple of his flunkies roughly pulled Alan back to his feet and then held him with his arms behind his back. Alan was now helpless to do anything.

"What the hell?" Alan said in great confusion. He looked around frantically for a way out, and briefly noticed that his chief tormentor from the day before was now leering at him, a couple of bodies away from Rockwell.

"You shit, acting all innocent; I know what you've been doing! You've been fucking my girlfriend Heather! And don't play stupid. Everybody's been talking about it since yesterday afternoon. Apparently you were doing her again, and treating her like shit, I might add!" As if to emphasize that point, Rockwell pulled a fist back and swung into Alan's face, hitting him on the chin.

Alan reeled, but was only able to squirm. He futilely tried to break free from the two flunkies holding his arms behind his back. "What are you talking about?" he cried with great indignation. "Anyway, Heather isn't your girlfriend anymore! I heard you broke up over the weekend. The word has been all over the school."

"Yeah, thanks to you, you fuck! You played me for a fool, but who's laughing now?"

Rockwell was accurate in a way he didn't realize. Heather had broke up with him because Alan had asked her to. She'd done it right as Alan's deadline for her to do so ran out. It was ironic that Alan was being attacked after the breakup, because Alan wanted her to break up with Rock precisely because he was afraid of being attacked by Rock for cheating with Heather behind his back. 

Rockwell swung again, and his muscular fist connected with Alan's nose. Then he hit his face with two more short jabs.

The only reason Alan still stood was because he was being held up by the goons. He cried out, "You don't know what you're talking about! Heather must be telling lies about me, framing me! She does that! Find out. Ask around. She's the one playing you for a fool, not me!" Alan thought that was pretty good thinking on his feet, considering everything.

But Rockwell wasn't impressed. "How would you know? Why would she even talk to some loser nerd like you, unless the rumors about you fucking everybody are true? Well, here's what I think about your prick!" He looked both ways, but even though the hallway was full of students, no one could see what was happening inside the circle of seven or eight big football players. Seeing that it was safe, he kicked Alan right in the nuts.

Alan cried out a gut-wrenching scream. It went on and on, filling the hallway like a police siren. He saw Rockwell looking about nervously and got some minor satisfaction from that. But that was the last thing he saw as he fell to the floor and passed out.

When Alan woke up, he found himself in a hospital bed. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Mrs. Haggerty, the old school nurse, and Mr. Mifflin, the vice principal. The nurse was looking at him with kind concern, while Mr. Mifflin sat farther back, more detached from the scene.

"How are you feeling, Alan?" the kindly white-haired and bespectacled nurse asked him.

"Ugh," Alan groaned. He rubbed his head and felt a pounding headache.

He heard some sounds coming from the other direction and turned. To his delight, he saw Katherine and Amy getting up from where they'd been sitting. They moved to his side. 

Katherine grasped his hand tightly. 

He felt greatly reassured to have them there, and almost cried for joy to see their friendly faces. Amy's hand joined Katherine's, so now his hand nearest to them was shared with both girls.

Their reactions were telling. Katherine looked despondent, as if Alan was on a life-support system, hovering between life and death. Amy, on the other hand, was maintaining a positive attitude. While not actually smiling, she had a hopeful look on her face. Their difference in clothing was telling as well. Katherine wore a plain and heavy T-shirt, typical of the clothing she wore outside the house and designed to prevent attention from other males. Amy wore a shirt that showed off her shoulders and a bit more of her chest, almost reaching down to her cleavage. She just couldn't bear to go about so fully covered as Katherine.

Mr. Mifflin coughed, and Alan turned back in that direction. "You feeling all right?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Nothing broken, if that's what you mean."

"Good. Strictly speaking I shouldn't have let your sister and girlfriend in here and have them miss class, but they were very insistent."

Alan turned back to the two girls briefly, and was warmed by their loving smiles.

Mr. Mifflin continued. "Alan, before the nurse takes over, let me be brief. You obviously were beaten up by a gang of football players in the hallway who were yelling rude things at you. That much we know from witnesses, according to the teacher first on the scene. I won't stand for that kind of behavior here at this school. I want to know who's responsible right now and get to work on them. Can you name names, or do you want me to come back later?" The vice-principal was obviously antsy to do something right away.

Alan replied, "Well, the main guy is named Rockwell. He's the one who did all the punching. He even kicked me in the balls! God, that still fucking hurts. Oops. Pardon my language. How long have I been out?"

The nurse looked at her watch and answered, "Oh, about fifteen minutes."

"Is that all? Anyways, I don't know Rockwell's last name, but I'm sure you know him. He's the star quarterback and all. He really did everything and the other guys just stood around and blocked my way. I don't know the other guys at all, but if you show me some pictures, maybe I could recognize a few of them."

"I'll do that," Mr. Mifflin said firmly. "I'll go get some pictures and be back shortly. And rest assured that this Rockwell is going to be expelled. I don't care if he is the star of the team, and I don't care what he or his friends have to say. Your wounds speak for themselves, and this school has a zero-tolerance policy for violence. This is not the first time we've seen this kind of behavior from Rock, so he's definitely gone. We've covered up some of his transgressions in the past, I must admit, but no more free passes. May I ask though what this is about?"

"He accused me of sleeping with his girlfriend. Only they already broke up! She can do whatever she wants now and he should just butt out." Alan figured that was basically true, even if he was sleeping with Heather before she and Rockwell broke up. 

In actual fact, Rockwell had good reason to complain. Heather had broken up with him just hours after Alan fucked her in the ass on Friday, and she did it as a direct result of Alan's disdain over her going out with the obviously lumberheaded, sexually inadequate, self-centered boy. Alan hadn't talked to Heather about it, but he'd noticed the timing and suspected a connection.

The vice-principal patted Alan on the knee. "Typical jock. Those guys think they own the school and unfortunately too often we've let things slide. I've never agreed with that but sometimes my hands are tied. Don't worry though, I'll get this all sorted out. You just get better."

Mr. Mifflin left, and Mrs. Haggerty tended to Alan's wounds. Alan's groin surprisingly wasn't too bad once the effects of the kick wore off. But his face looked horrible. His left eye was turning into a black eye, and his cheeks and nose were red and swollen. The nurse kept an ice pack on him while Katherine and Amy commiserated and held his hands as if holding on for dear life.

After a while the nurse left, and Alan was free to voice his thoughts to the two girls. He said, "I'll be okay. My biggest wound is gonna be on my butt where I'll be kicking myself. That and the wound to my ego. I kind of feel like I deserve this."

"No!" Amy gasped. "Totally not! Don't say that."

"No, it's true. I've been too cocky. This was pretty much inevitable, because I wasn't keeping my ear to the ground and listening to what people were saying. And my security standards grew lax. Amy, I should never have let you speak so freely about sexual stuff." 




Six Times a Day Pt. 36



Amy was going to say something. 

But Alan preempted. "Don't worry, Aims. It's all right. If not for you, it would have come out anyways. Heather and a couple of other cheerleaders were talking too, I'm sure. You know how it is: you tell just one best friend in top secrecy, but then that person tells just one, and so on. It gets around if it's interesting enough, and my case is too interesting." Privately, Alan cursed Simone, suspecting her of starting a whole new round of rumors. He also cursed himself for getting drawn in to Simone and the others the afternoon before.

He continued, "The question is, what am I going to do now? They may expel Rock - I imagine he'll get bounced to some other high school - but the other guys will still be around after whatever punishments they get, and madder than ever. Plus, now I'm a rat for naming names. Plus, if the football team loses, everyone's gonna blame me for the loss of the school's best quarterback. I have enemies, and I'll be getting more." He sighed.

Katherine caressed his upper arm lovingly. "Don't worry, Bro. It'll be all right. I have one idea, though you're not gonna like it. I even don't like it."

"What?"

"Get Heather to help. Have her do the tricky, backstabbing stuff she does so well. She knows and fucks most of those football players. I'm sure she can do something to keep them in line and away from you. They act like they own the school, especially since the football jocks are generally the basketball jocks in winter and the baseball jocks in the spring. If they back off, everyone else will."

Alan thought about it and sighed some more. "Maybe. But then I'll be beholden to Heather. And that sucks." 

Amy and Katherine both nodded in agreement to that thought.

CHAPTER 6

To Alan's surprise, he had to go back to class a couple of hours later. His wounds weren't serious enough to merit being sent home. The school was strict about that, as well. 

Lunch with Glory turned out to be another mostly wordless cuddle session. Alan again lay next to Glory and held her tight while she held him. Because of his wounds, he wasn't up for anything more. 

At one point, he thought to himself, In the greater scheme of things, this isn't all that bad. It was a wake up call. I've been getting so full of myself, and this brings me back to reality. Yes, Alan, a lot of girls think you're a super fucker, but life can still kick you in the balls. All too literally. Ouch. I just want to go home and get this lousy day over with. And the homework still hangs over my head. Fuck! What a lousy week. At least I have fucking Mom to look forward to. Just a couple of more days... 

And tonight, Brenda AND Xania are coming over. That's nice. I can drown my sorrows in Brenda's fluffy tit-pillows if nothing else. At least, that is, if I'm feeling better by then. 

He recalled where he was, in Glory's arms, and thought, If only Glory could hear what I'm thinking, man, would I be in trouble. She'd probably kick my ass even worse than Rock did. I have a feeling there's more trouble brewing, and this Glory situation is going to explode. What can I do to stop that? This time, I have to be smarter and stop whatever happens before it happens. All the cheerleaders know about Glory and me now, and that's far too many people in the know. Word is going to leak and leak, until finally, bam! 

I really should talk to Glory about it. She doesn't even know the threat against her. We really should work out a joint strategy, especially against Heather. I feel like this humiliation I went through today is just the tip of the iceberg and all kinds of shit is about to hit the fan. This fucked up society I live in simply will not allow someone like me to break so many taboos. The backlash is beginning. But I just don't have the mental energy to discuss it today. I'm going to go home and drown my sorrows in tit flesh and just fuck away the blues and then try harder tomorrow.

Alan still didn't know about Heather's confrontation with Glory the day before. Had he known, he wouldn't have wasted any time. Heather was busy marshaling her allies to be called on to assist if needed while still deciding the best approach to take. But there was no doubt she planned to "take out" both Amy and Glory sooner rather than later.

He had one thing to do before he left school. He arranged to have a meeting with Heather in the theater room immediately after school. Alan was with Katherine since they were going home together, but Heather insisted that Katherine wait outside until they finished. She wore the same short cut-off Levi's and turquoise tank top she'd worn all day.

Alan explained his wounds and then said, "That's why I'm coming to you. I was hoping you could help somehow, and get the football players off my back. Even if Rock is expelled, there'll be others. In fact, they'll hate me more for getting him expelled and kick my ass just for that."

Heather seemed moody. "Oh, so now you're coming to 'Cunt Girl' and asking for help, huh? Whatever happened to 'Cunt Girl' being too stupid to walk or talk?"

"Heather, that's just talk to spice up the sex, and you know it. Do you want me to treat you like that during sex, or what? Just tell me to stop and I'll stop."

Heather walked up and stroked a finger on the underside of his chin. That made him uncomfortable - it was literally like she was toying with him. "I didn't say stop. But you can hardly call it talking during sex when you had sex with Simone instead of me! That makes me mad. And a mad Heather is not a helpful Heather."

"Heather, I'm sorry, but that was your idea to invite her and offer her to me. Can we focus here? I know you can help. What do you want in return for helping?"

Suddenly she turned on the charm. "Want? Now, why would I want anything? I'll do it for you just because we're friends."

"Heather, come on. We both know you want stuff from me."

She spoke surprisingly tenderly. "I do, but most of all, I want you to like me. Is that so hard? To maybe even consider me for a girlfriend if you and Amy should somehow break up? That's all I ask. And if you should fuck me more often, I sure wouldn't mind."

"Heather, I'd love to, but I can't anytime soon with this twenty page paper over my head."

Heather pouted and griped, "Twenty page paper this, twenty page paper that. That's been your excuse all week. I'll get the boys off your case no strings attached, but what if I get rid of that nasty homework assignment for you, too? Don't you think I'd deserve some extra special something for that?"

Alan laughed. "YOU? You would write my paper? Heather, you don't even do your own homework..." A slow dawning hit Alan. "Oh, I get it. You'd outsource my paper to one of your nerdy admirers. Clever."

Her face was now inches from his, and she breathed her minty breath onto his cheek. He was sure that the way she leaned forward, causing her heavy tits to dangle in the tight tube top in front of his face, was no accident. Her nipples stuck out almost as obviously as if they'd been Brenda's projectiles, and it was clear to Alan that Heather wore no bra. He once again pondered how she managed to flaunt the school's dress code so openly. 

She said, "Now you get it. What if you spend the time you would have spent on writing that fucking me instead? Isn't that a fair trade? I have certain ... needs. Especially anal needs. Would it kill you so much to help me out with them? I mean, I'll probably have to kiss some total nerd on the cheek for a twenty page paper. Talk about disgusting!"

"Hey. I'm a nerd of sorts."

"Maybe I should assign you to do the paper then." Heather thought about that and laughed at the absurdity of the idea. "And let's make it just you and me next time. Sharing didn't exactly work out. We can get started right now." Heather stepped back and slid her Daisy Duke cutoffs down so he could see her blonde bush. She knew Alan was a breast man, so she cupped her tits and pushed them out towards him as well. "So. What do you say?"

Alan had never cheated before, and he considered the paper "outsourcing" cheating. He knew he'd feel guilty about it, but felt he had no choice. He knew that it would be wise to extricate himself from Heather altogether, but looking at the haughty beauty standing there cupping her boobs with her shorts down to her knees and a desperate gleam in her eye, there was just no way he could say no to partaking in more of her body.

He said reluctantly, "I'll take that deal. But I'll have to pay you back tomorrow. Look at my wounds. I have to go home and tend to them. And Katherine's waiting."

"Fair enough. I was afraid you'd say that. Those do look pretty nasty. Pay back tomorrow, and the next day, and beyond. Agreed? Just keep me on your regular fuck list. Your ASS fuck list, especially. And I'll get rid of those nasty football players. You should realize that I'm really your best friend. Could Amy do the things I do for you? No. Think about that." She pulled her cutoffs up and down comically as if they were eyebrows and she was repeatedly wiggling them. 

That gave Alan a strong urge to rip them off and stuff her. Then he thought that he'd prefer to give her a solid assfucking. But he kept his resolve and said as calmly as he could manage, "Heather, maybe I misjudged you. I still say you're a bitch, but maybe you're a bitch with a heart of gold in there somewhere."

She really liked that comment, and they parted on good terms. But inwardly Alan thought, "Heart of gold?" I'm really laying it on thick. I don't think she has a heart, period. But if that's what it takes to get Heather's help, I'd better do it. Considering that she's already fucked half the football team, she can get them to do anything by denying or offering more nookie. She doesn't do anything to anyone out of the goodness of her heart, no matter what she says. Once Friday is over I'll be a free man without this homework cloud over my head, and I'll be able to deal with her better, on more even terms. And hey, if I have to fuck her more often, like she said, it's not exactly going to kill me. 

I can't believe she'd seriously think I'd even consider ever being her boyfriend though! What chutzpah she has, I'll give her that. I mean, she's hot, there's no doubt about that. Had she toyed with her ass and bent over to show me her naked ass, I would have lost it altogether. But her heart is so black. No way!

Meanwhile, Heather thought, Okay. I'm starting to change Alan's perception of me and proving myself indispensable to him. I've got to keep doing nice things. "Nice." I'm capable of nice. I really am. Meanwhile, knock Glory and Amy out of the running without leaving any fingerprints. And how to use my blackmail material without losing the nice image I need to get him to willingly be my boyfriend? Maybe blackmail those around him, so he'll never know. Yes! For instance, use the incest evidence on Katherine instead of on him, and in a subtle way. 

This unexpected assault on Alan plays right into my hands. I can say, "Look, Kath, you wouldn't want more harm to come to Alan, would you? What if those guys found out what you and he are doing with each other? He'd be lucky to get to jail before they kill him! Don't you think you two should just lay low with each other for a few months, and let me handle things?" It's perfect!

But then doubts began to hit her. But what if I fail? I never fail, ultimately, but I'll admit that I've had some bumps in the road lately when it comes to him. "Sharing didn't exactly work out" - that's an understatement! I really thought that if I couldn't compete with the emotional closeness he has with his sister, and maybe Glory or Amy too, I could make up for it with sheer quantity of quality pussy. But that sure backfired. Now Simone's all hot for him and I don't have a good feeling about that. 

Just who is he sleeping with behind my back, anyways? Are there others beyond those three and the rest of the cheerleaders, and if so, what exactly are they doing to each other? I thought I was the only one with the skills and contacts to arrange an orgy, but maybe orgies are old hat for him, for all I know. 

I need more information! I hardly know the guy at all except for the all important fact that I must have him as mine. He could have some fetish or passion that I could totally use to my advantage. I need to snoop, and dig up more dirt. I can't have another setback. If he finds out about my blackmail plan especially, my whole "nice girlfriend" plan will be ruined and then some, and then where will I be? Without a steady supply of quality fucking, that's where!

I mean, it's not like there aren't other guys, and no one can expect me to be loyal to just one man, even if it's Alan. But why are so many guys in this school such utter losers in bed? Fucking them gets so routine, and about the only plus to it is it's better than no fucking at all. Five minutes and out. "A female orgasm? What's that?" I'd rather be with true girls than those girly-men. At least they know how to go down and lick. 

Now, Alan, he's in a whole different class. He really knows how to get me going. God, my ass! I can still practically feel his thick tree trunk up there. No one else even seems to know what anal sex IS, but Alan fucks my ass like he was born to do nothing but fuck it! He's slipping away from me with this "gotta spend more time with Glory" crap, and meanwhile my ass is so unfilled. It's been DAYS since he last fucked it and meanwhile all I'm left with to fuck are these losers like Rock. Spare me. Puh-lease! I couldn't even keep up the pretense anymore with that king of losers. Thank God that ordeal is over. I don't care if I don't win Homecoming Queen if it means I had to spend another month trying to get Rock's pathetic little noodle at least semi-hard. Too bad Alan didn't knock him on his ass. Anyways, I'll find another way to be the school queen than going with the star quarterback. I always win. Always!

Except these damn setbacks with Alan. He's mocking me the way he fucked Simone right in front of my face yesterday, and it pisses me off. Nobody mocks me. I can't lose him. Period. I never lose, because I have the guts, the brains, and the looks. And most importantly, Lady Luck absolutely loves me. I don't care what it takes, but Alan is going to be all mine!

CHAPTER 7

When Alan came home accompanied by Katherine, there was a big scene. 

Susan fretted over him like a mother hen, and called Suzanne over immediately. 

Suzanne fretted, and then Amy came over and fretted too. Suzanne especially stared at him like he'd been repeatedly run over by a car. Even she was surprised by the intensity of her reaction. 

But there wasn't much any of them could do, because in fact Alan's wounds were superficial. He had a black eye and some bruises to the face that would last a couple of days, but other than that, he was fine.

Of course he had to show his penis to everyone. Many hands checked to make sure it was still okay despite the kicking it received, and that it could get just as hard as usual. He complained, "Do you all love me, or just my penis?"

Suzanne responded, "Oh, Sweetie, don't be so sore. Of course we all loved you dearly long before your medical treatments started and any of us even touched Alan Junior. But of all the body parts to injure, why did it have to be this one? Can you blame us for having a certain special fondness for it?"

Everyone reassured, he went to take a nap. He slept a long time. 

Susan was extremely disappointed that Alan wasn't up for anything sexual, because she and Suzanne had hardly touched each other all morning. Both of them were recovering from too much dildo fun in the past two days. Now that everyone was home, Alan's injuries ruined any erotic mood that might have developed.

When Alan woke he felt much better. His penis hadn't gotten as much activity as usual since the morning before, and it felt great. He hit the books and studied well until dinner.

Actually, he mostly studied well, but faced a steady stream of interruptions. All four females repeatedly wandered in and out of his room, each one trying to act like Florence Nightingale. Alan found it especially endearing to see how doting the usually hard-nosed Suzanne was.

After a while, he signaled that his penis was ready for stealth stroking. Amy happened to be in the room when the mood struck him, so she got the job. 

He had a desk that curved from where his computer was and stuck out into his room. Amy bent down under the desk so she could not only fondle, but also breathe on his penis. Plus, she was in position to give him a blowjob at a moment's notice if given permission. She tended to get carried away, and periodically Alan had to remind her not to lick as well.

That put Amy's ass in a very visible position for anyone walking into the room. Even he could see some of her round rump from where he sat. 

As he did his algebra homework with Amy lightly blowing on and fondling his penis, Katherine walked in. She casually flipped up Amy's skirt and fondled her friend's exposed pussy the whole time she talked to Alan. When she left she kept the skirt that way, so that other visitors could also enjoy the excellent ass.

Susan chuckled when she came in and saw how Amy's ass hung there. She said, "Now, Amy, do a good job on his penis or else he's going to have to spank you. That's a boyfriend's prerogative." She gave the ass a few playful slaps, but otherwise left it alone. 

Suzanne, on the other hand, was mortified. She nervously looked up at Alan, but her eyes kept drifting down to her daughter's tempting ass. She complained, "Alan, don't expect me to bend under the table for you like that. It isn't dignified for any woman to do that." She hoped that would send a message to Amy not to flaunt her ass like that, but it didn't have any effect. She didn't visit again until Amy had been replaced. 

Time flew by and Alan found he could get a fair amount done with the stealth stroking going on. With dinner coming up, Suzanne had to go back and prepare a meal for her family and Susan had to do the same, so Katherine relieved Amy after a while. Alan's penis was stimulated for over two continuous hours, yet at the end he still hadn't given up a cum load, saying he wanted to save all his cum for the card game. 

His penis took a break during dinner, and then Susan came in to do her "penis tending." The card game was to start later than usual, expressly to give Alan a couple more hours to study.

However, Susan seemed to be in a serious mood. She came in dressed in a silver silk kimono, which covered a lot of skin by her recent standards. Rather than sit under the desk as the others had done, she sat next to him in another chair and just jacked him off silently and lightly for some minutes. But Alan had a hard time studying because of the way that she intently looked at him the whole time.

Exasperated, he put down what he was doing and turned his full attention to his mother. "Mom, something's on your mind. What is it?"

Still jacking him off, she looked at him with a touch of sadness, and said, "Tiger, I'm concerned. There's one topic that you and I haven't ever really discussed." She paused with embarrassment. "Making love. You and I, making love."

Alan's heart went to his throat to hear this most sensitive of topics broached. He tried to put the issue to rest quickly. 

"Mom, I know you want to fuck me, and I want to fuck you. Or make love. That sounds better. You're perfectly fine with it, and so am I. Everyone who knows us, even the psychologist Xania, thinks it's high time already we get down to it. We're both waiting for the right time, and I'm sure it'll happen soon once your period is over. So what's to discuss?"




Six Times a Day Pt. 37



Part 37: It's My Party

At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has incestuous themes as well, so beware if that isn't your cup of tea. Because of the plot and character development, it really helps to start with Part 1.

This was written as a heavily illustrated story, but because of an unclear copyright situation with the pictures, it's posted here without them. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. 

SPECIAL NOTE: This story was completely overhauled in 2007, and renumbered. Therefore, even though this was listed as a new part when it was first posted, much of this has appeared before. There are many new and heavily updated scenes in all the previous parts, and scenes there were in one part are now often in another part. So please don't mind the confusion. This will be straightened out in the new future when the rest of the renumbered parts are posted.

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CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 20) 

Brenda had totally succumbed to her desire for Alan. It seemed that nothing else in her life had any meaning other than being with him, serving him, and especially getting fucked by him. The days since the last fashion show passed slowly and painfully for her, and masturbation sessions every day and night did little to sate her hunger. 

She repeatedly called the Plummer house, but Suzanne and Susan resisted letting her come over again before Wednesday's game. There were simply too many other things going on, most of them intensely sexual.

But at the same time there was another part of Brenda that was deeply afraid. She'd had submissive fantasies for a long time. She'd actually been a fan of bondage-themed pornography and developed a big collection (especially in the last couple of years when she hardly saw her husband any more). The more rational part of her brain worried just how far she might go as she crossed from fantasizing to living out her fantasies in real life. 

Brenda was so excited that she arrived at the house nearly an hour early. She was ready to do anything and everything if it would give her more access to Alan. She had to fulfill her fantasies no matter what the cost. 

Suzanne was ready to exploit that desire to the hilt, and Susan was willing to play along with any of Suzanne's schemes that used Brenda, mostly due to her continuing jealousy of Brenda's breast size.

Suzanne had just gotten back from dinner herself, and was helping Susan by cleaning up the living room. She answered the door. "Good evening, Brenda. Boy, are you early. Please come on in. How are you doing?"

"Much better, now that today is Wednesday. I'm so excited that I couldn't wait! Where's Alan?" Brenda carefully scanned all the rooms she could see as if Alan might be hiding under a sofa.

Suzanne smiled as she considered the time, and then considered the possibilities. She answered, "First things first. You're here far too early, so he's still doing his homework. That gives us plenty of time to teach you how to be a lesbian."

"Lesbian?" Brenda said, disappointed but not completely surprised. She'd been tossed around like a lesbian plaything between four women the last time she was here, and she enjoyed it more than she wanted to admit. The fact that she had an ingrained bias against it somehow made it that much more pleasurable being "forced" to do it. 

Suzanne explained, "Alan loves his women to be bisexual, by the way, so if it makes you feel any better you can pleasure us for his sake. You should know that Susan's just been learning all about lesbianism herself these past couple of days, because she'll stop at nothing to sexually please him. Do you have the same dedication? Now remove your overcoat and let's see what you've got on."

Brenda made no response to the idea of being turned bisexual. She thought to herself, If Alan wants me to be bisexual, then I'll have to try my best. I've been expecting as much anyways. Suzanne especially is very demanding. It feels good to obey her commanding, sensual, rough voice. 

She took off her coat and revealed an outfit that made the daring one she wore last week seem fuddy-duddy in comparison. She wore a loose cut-off T-shirt that (barely) covered the middle of her tits and nothing else. She also wore a bikini bottom that was more like a G-string, and leather boots that came halfway up her thighs. Everything was black, her favorite color. The dark clothing went well with her dark brown hair and contrasted with her light skin. 

Susan walked up and joined them at the door. She came straight from doing the dishes and still held a dishrag in her hand.

"What do you think, Susan?" Suzanne asked her best friend, nodding at Brenda's outfit. 

Susan wore the same kimono she'd had on earlier. She wore it very loosely so her boobs could be easily uncovered, while Suzanne was dressed rather conservatively. She was dressed for Xania's appearance later, as she figured they had to keep up appearances that Xania was a normal person and not really another sex-crazed, big-titted knockout here to get fucked by Alan.

Susan answered, "Not bad." She exaggerated, "The outfit is a little bit conservative for my tastes, but I'll grudgingly admit her tits make up for it. But they say you can't really know how good a product is until you taste the merchandise."

Suzanne liked that suggestion and what it said about Susan's growing love of nipple nibbling and cunt licking. "Excellent point. But Brenda, you made one serious mistake. Your nipples are so extraordinary; they long to be free, so keep them uncovered whenever you can. Now, take it all off. Get totally naked except for high heels, because Alan loves those. You're covering up too much leg with those boots. I want you to strip. Now."

Brenda looked back and forth between Susan and Suzanne. Already she was ridiculously underdressed compared to the both of them. But her lust was too great. Her face burned red in shame as she slowly took her top off and let her mountainous jugs bounce free. 

She waited for a reaction, but Susan and Suzanne just stared with poker faces. That made it harder for her to keep going (which was their intention) but she went ahead anyway. With trembling hands, she bent over and pulled her panties off. Then she bent over further and removed each boot. As she did, she nearly jumped to the ceiling when she felt a hand caressing one of her ass cheeks. 

It was Suzanne, running a hand over her like a doubtful customer inspecting a purchase before buying. 

Now buck naked from head to toe, Brenda stood back up at attention. She had to fight to keep her hands still, because they wanted to cover up her pussy and/or breasts. But she didn't dare.

Suzanne looked at Brenda's bare feet. "Tsk, tsk. No high heels. That will not do." She directed Susan to get a pair of Amy's high heels from a nearby closet since Amy's shoe size was closest to Brenda's (though one size larger).

When Brenda bent over to put the heels on, she felt two hands on her ass. This time, both Susan and Suzanne were inspecting her. 

Suzanne went a little bit further and idly ran a finger up and down Brenda's already wet slit. She joked to Susan, "Hmm. Not bad. I think we'll keep her."

There was a part of Brenda that screamed, NO! I have to stop this! But a larger part was overwhelmed by pleasure and desire. She was already on the verge of climaxing, just from a few idle fingertip brushes across her ass cheeks and pussy. 

She thought, What have I done? I'm a complete goner. I can't let them boss me around like this! But she obediently stood back up and struck an even more submissive position of attention, with her chest thrust out and both hands behind her back.

Susan explained, "Brenda, do you understand why you're wearing Amy's shoes? High heels change your whole posture and especially firm up the butt. But more than that, wearing them is a sign that you're trying to please Alan. Think of them as chains of love."

Brenda was so excited to hear that that she got weak in the knees and nearly fell over. But she recovered and stood prouder, basking in wearing the heels as if she'd been awarded a medal. 

Suzanne raised a curious eyebrow as she turned to Susan briefly. She wondered how much Susan believed the "chains of love" comment herself. But now was not the time to ask. Instead, she said to Brenda, "And I believe you owe us both hello kisses."

Brenda meekly nodded. The casual confidence she'd shown as she walked in the door had already been replaced by trembling, barely controlled anticipation at the prospect of being fondled and kissed by these two sizzling hot mothers. It was ironic that Brenda had always resented her overly busty tits, yet now that she'd opened up more to her true feelings, she lusted after big tits in other women. They reminded her of her own deceased big-titted mother that she'd lusted after many years ago. That history also helped to make her a passionate lesbian lover once her urges were released.

Still fully dressed, Susan and Suzanne proceeded to run their hands all over Brenda while she stood buck naked and perfectly still. 

Brenda knew the other two were deliberately treating her like a piece of meat, but she loved it so much that she had to fight not to scream out in ecstasy. It was hard for the part of her fighting her submission to make any headway when Suzanne (with Susan following along) knew exactly how to push all her buttons. 

CHAPTER 2

About half an hour later, Susan and Suzanne sat naked at the dining room table, sitting across from each other, talking and drinking coffee. 

Brenda sat underneath the table, and had one hand in Suzanne's pussy and her tongue lapping at Susan's clit. In the last minutes she'd learned much about pussy licking, and decided that she quite liked it. Thanks to her presence and actions, both the mothers had lost what clothing they'd had on.

Inside Brenda's head, there was a battle going on. One part thought, This is beyond humiliating! I have to say something, establish some limits at least. For God's sake! What are they going to do next, make me eat out of a doggy bowl? The other part of her brain considered the doggy bowl idea and loved it so much that she nearly creamed. 

Her first part thought, Dammit, I'm my own worst enemy. But there's nothing I can do about it now. It doesn't even matter if I like what they're doing to me because I have no say in the matter. Susan, and especially Suzanne, are controlling me now. 

Thinking that made her both more aroused and more frustrated at her alarming submissiveness. 

Suzanne had been disturbed at how submissive she'd become to Alan lately, even if most of it was in her own thoughts while she generally maintained her usual tough outer veneer (despite the occasional verbal and physical slip-ups). Having Brenda to boss around made her feel good, and caused her domineering tendencies to rise to the fore.

Susan had been excitedly explaining to Suzanne what Alan had just told her about his sexual adventures with Glory and Heather. But since Susan was a submissive type, she was much more enthusiastic about what Alan had done to Heather so she spent most of her time talking about that.

While Alan's treatment of Heather didn't do anything extraordinary to Suzanne's libido, the reaction in Brenda listening under the table was quite intense. She hardly knew Alan at all, but hearing what he was doing to his school's head cheerleader put him even higher on a pedestal. The fact that he was having sex with his most attractive teacher was like icing on Brenda's cake. Success breeds success; she felt with all her being that this seemingly normal teenaged boy was very worthy of being called her master. 

Even the rational part of her brain didn't fight that conclusion but just worried about what the consequences would be.

"You know, Suzanne," Susan casually said to her best friend as they relaxed at the table, "I must say I was all wrong about Brenda. She's one of your better schemes. Did you have any idea of the raging sex-starved slut waiting to get out when you suggested we should get to know her better?"

Suzanne was devilishly pleased at how Susan was talking about Brenda like she wasn't there. She wondered if it might mean Susan had a bit of a dominant side after all. "No, I didn't. I just thought she would be good eye candy for Alan." 

Susan knew her friend better than that. "Come on. Is that all?"

"Okay, I'll admit I was hoping more would happen. I envisioned Alan fucking her and I'm always trying to help that lovable guy out, don't ask me why. As if he needs more women to fuck! But I figured Brenda was special. I had no idea that it would come to this though, having her eat us out under the table like a true sex slave even as we sit here and casually drink our coffees. Katherine talks the talk about being a sex slave, but Brenda walks the walk. Her every move, her every glance, signals complete submissiveness to Alan and to the rest of us. By the way Brenda, switch positions. It's my turn to feel your tongue. But Susan, what I find really surprising is how quickly it all happened." 

Brenda was burning with shame as she switched positions, but at the same time she felt a deep sense of satisfaction to be given an order and carry it out. 

Suzanne added, "Brenda completely broke so easily! We don't even need to train her."

Susan was in complete agreement, though disappointed to feel Brenda's tongue on her pussy replaced by mere fingers. She fondled her tits, as she was right on the verge of a climax and was trying to push herself over the edge. "I know what you mean. It surprises me too. Especially since she hasn't been fucked by Alan yet." 

"Yes. Look at Akami, for instance. Now, she's been fucked by Alan a couple of times, but from what I gather, she's never going to be the sex toy type. It's just not in her nature, like it isn't in mine. But with Brenda, all you have to do is wave Alan's penis in front of her a couple of times, and she's ready for a dog leash." Addressing Brenda at her feet, she said, "You're gonna love the way he fucks you, Brenda, believe me."

Brenda shuddered in delight, both at the dog leash mention and the prospect of getting fucked by Alan. Deep down, her rational side was screaming in frustration, but that voice was firmly caged now. 

Susan noted, "I can't even imagine how much more subservient she'll be after that."

Suzanne suggested half-seriously, "Maybe we should keep her around as a pet. Kind of like what Amy was doing with her cat costume at the second fashion show, except for real. Would you like that, Brenda, to be our sex pet?" 

But Brenda didn't answer, because she was under strict orders not to talk until they said she could. She expressed her enthusiasm for the bizarre idea instead by tonguing Suzanne and fingering Susan more vigorously. Her whole body trembled with excitement. 

Susan surprised herself with her answer. "Good idea." That was her pussy talking, as she imagined being licked out and fingered all day long in the way Brenda was doing her now. However, her more motherly and kindly side thought of objections. "But I don't think it would be fair to her son and only child if we keep her as a full-time sex slave. Who is going to take care of Adrian?"

Suddenly Brenda remembered her son Adrian. A wave of revulsion washed over her. I've completely forgotten about my own son! What kind of horrible mother am I, living out my twisted fantasies while leaving him home alone?! This is wrong! I have to say something. Adrian, please forgive me! 

Suzanne's eyes lit up. "Oh, that reminds me. We have to work on helping Brenda seduce her son. It's the least we can do if she's going to become at least our part-time sex pet. And that'll give us less competition for Alan's affections, if Brenda is getting her daily incestuous fuck." 

Susan nodded in complete agreement. "Excellent idea. I can't tell you how happy that makes me. Things are going so great between Alan and I that every time I see any woman who might be a mother I want to shake her by the shoulders and ask, 'Why aren't you sucking your son's cock already? Don't you know it's the most important part of your motherly duties?' At least now with Brenda I can share the joy with one other mother." 

Suzanne didn't stop to think of her own situation with Amy as she pushed this idea. And neither she nor Susan were thinking of Brad at all, probably because both of them thought of Suzanne as much more of a mother to Alan than to Brad. 

Suzanne asked, "Would you like that Brenda, to have us help you so your son can fuck you? I'll allow you to answer this question with words."

Brenda was so turned on by that idea and everything else happening and being said that she completely forgot about her "duty" of licking Suzanne's pussy. In fact, she thought she would simply pass out. The wave of revulsion that had hit her was still there, but it was replaced by an even stronger feeling: lust for her son. She'd secretly lusted after him for the last year or two, but that lust had been buried down deep. Now it suddenly burst to the surface. 

In her submissive mindset, the pieces clicked into place. I'm not a bad mother after all. This is all working out according to some larger plan that I can't see, but without a doubt the brilliant Suzanne must have it all arranged. I'm meant to sexually serve Alan AND Adrian! Then I'll be able to live out my submissive dream and be the best mother I can be! Just like Susan said, it's not wrong to have sex with your son, it's my responsibility! Oh yes! Dear God, that's so hot! 

Brenda's body shook like a leaf as this epiphany, not to mention an accompanying orgasm, hit her. She was so happy that tears actually rolled down her cheeks. It took her some moments to recover but she finally managed to meekly and quietly answer, "Yes."

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," said Suzanne, even though she heard it quite well. "I said, do you want your son to fuck you?"

"Yes," Brenda replied a little louder.

"Say it for me."

"I want my son to fuck me. Oh God, I can't believe I said that!" She plunged her free hand up into her pussy. She knew that she was supposed to be pleasuring Suzanne's pussy instead, but she was so horny that she couldn't help herself. 

"You realize that he'll have to fuck nobody but you, as we don't want Alan to get any diseases through him. Do you think you could get him to fuck only you, as if you and he were married? He would essentially be your husband, but Alan would be your ultimate master."

"Oh yes! God yes! Please! Please make it so!" Brenda's fingers were wildly frigging her pussy by now. "Yes! Yes! YES!" 

She climaxed again. The last sentence Suzanne said effectively summed up Brenda's ultimate fantasy, a fantasy she didn't even consciously realize she had until that very moment. 

Suzanne wasn't quite sure why she was suggesting this. Partly, she sensed it would make Brenda and Susan very happy, and partly she hoped Adrian would be able to take up most of Brenda's sexual energy so Brenda wouldn't become a serious competitor for Alan's attention. 

But there was a deeper reason too. While Suzanne realized that if this idea was followed through it could mess up the young Adrian's normal social and sexual development, there was something about Brenda that fairly shouted of a need for her to have an incestuous relationship with her son. Suzanne had never met Adrian. However, she knew much about him from phone calls with Brenda, and she knew that any heterosexual boy would have to deeply lust after a woman like Brenda, whether she was his mother or not. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 37



Suzanne figured it was almost as if it would be unreasonably cruel for Adrian to have a mother like that and not be able to have sex with her, and in fact from what Brenda told her, she was almost certain that Adrian had it bad for his busty mother. Brenda seemed to have a deep incestuous need as well based on her frustrated feelings for her own mother. So Suzanne figured she'd be doing them both a big favor by bringing them together. Since Suzanne didn't have any moral objections to incest, only practical ones, it seemed like the right thing to do for everyone involved. 

She moved on to another issue. "Brenda, I'll let you answer another question as well. I take it as a given that you understand Alan is your natural master. But do you want to be our sex pet as well, and in fact be a totally subservient slave to anyone in this house?"

"Yes. I do." Brenda really did. "I've discovered my true nature, and it is to please my masters." Again, deep inside her, some rational voice screamed in alarm, but that voice was getting harder and harder to hear with every passing moment. 

"Very good. Don't forget your mistresses, too. Now go back to quietly pleasuring us."

Brenda brought out a cruel streak in Susan, because of Susan's jealousy over Brenda's looks and especially boobs. The same effect occurred with Suzanne. But Susan was so nice a person that she could only go so far in lording over even Brenda. She asked, "Don't you think we're going too far, Suzanne? We're hardly treating her like a human being. But I can't stop myself from doing it. I'm hoping you have some more willpower than I do."

Suzanne considered that. "Yes, I suppose we are going too far. But with Brenda, that's how things are meant to be, I think. I wouldn't treat anyone else like this, but with Brenda it's different. When I suggested she be a sex pet, it made me feel a bit naughty and even cruel and I get a kick out of that, I'll admit, but more than that it felt like I was doing her a big favor. I mean, look at her. Jesus! If you think you and I have bodies built for fucking, seriously take a look at her. Don't you think it's only right that Brenda spends most of her day with her legs up in the air, getting royally nailed? Anything else and it's like taking Cindy Crawford and making her a tax accountant. It's a complete waste of a sex bomb body."

Susan looked down at Brenda under the table and nodded. "I know. I can relate, because I see so much of myself in her. It's just like how my life and my body were being wasted until recently. This just helps prove my theory that the larger the tits, the more the woman is meant by God's will to spend all day getting fucked. Would you like that Brenda? Are you glad that we've uncovered the real you?"

Brenda was back to licking Suzanne's pussy and doing it even more vigorously now. She wanted to reward Suzanne with every fiber of her being until the end of time for being the genius who not only brought Alan into her life, but came up with the plan of fucking Adrian as well. 

Brenda was like a train of lust speeding down the track. She couldn't stop licking Suzanne and fondling herself until the both of them climaxed. She sensed she was almost there. She didn't even want to stop to say yes, but just moaned and hoped her meaning would be understood. 

Susan smiled benignly, and commented to Suzanne, "Brenda's been so obedient today, I think she deserves a reward, the very best reward. Let's give her a full load of Alan's cum."

"You're right as usual, Susan." Suzanne smiled as she imagined Alan's reaction upon seeing Brenda show up in his room. "Let's give Alan a little surprise. He deserves it for all that hard work he's been doing. Brenda, you can get up and talk now. We're going to send you to Alan. You're going to go upstairs and suck his cock until he shoots his delicious seed all over you. But don't tell Alan what we've talked about today. We've got enough of a problem with him having too big of a head as it is. If he knows you've become our house slave, he's going to be insufferably full of himself, I fear. So keep that a secret for now."

Brenda could hardly believe it. Me? Getting a full load of Alan's cum? This is too much good news at once! It's like winning a huge lottery in one state, and then finding out the same night that you've won lotteries in three other states. All my dreams are coming true at once. I get to guzzle down his spermy goodness? Someone pinch me! 

She crawled out from under the table so her whole body could be seen, but remained submissively on her knees. "Yes, Mistress Suzanne," she said with a bow, as if she was born to her role as sex pet. "Thank you so much! And you too, Mistress Susan. Thank you for letting me please you both."

Suzanne and Susan stood up. Suzanne patted Brenda on her head just like a real pet animal and said, "That's a good pet." 

Brenda purred in response like she was a contented cat. 

Susan was surprised, and never would have done such things as initiate the petting of Brenda by herself. But she was glad that Suzanne was here to take charge and do what was needed.

Suzanne commanded to Brenda, "Give us a kiss." 

They necked for quite a while. Brenda was so full of passion that she kissed Suzanne like she'd never kissed anyone before. At the same time, she rubbed her whole body up against Suzanne's as if she was trying to meld into her.

Suzanne was more than a little impressed. When it was over, she asked, "You'll do anything Susan and I say, won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good." That made Suzanne feel very good indeed. She felt like she was back on track, back in control of the overall situation. "You'll also obey Katherine and Amy unquestioningly. Now go to Alan's room and give him head. Put on some clothes first so you can seductively take them off. Always remember that. It's usually sexier to take off clothes than to start naked. But you're allowed just one of his ejaculations right now, or you'll be severely punished. Oh, and by the way, he got punched a bit today at school, so don't mind the bruises and black eye."

"What?! Alan got punched? How did it happen?!" Brenda already had put Alan on such a high pedestal that she could barely conceive of such a thing happening. 

"Don't worry about it. In short, some of the boys at school are mad at him because he's fucking all their girlfriends."

Brenda heaved a sigh of relief. That answer reaffirmed her new view of the world. You didn't dedicate yourself to a master who got regularly beat up, but you did to one who was able to fuck any girl he fancied.

Suzanne continued, "When you're done, find Katherine in the room nearly directly across the hall from his, and have her come down to the living room. I'll ring up Amy next door and all of us will play another game of strip poker. Oh, and another woman named Xania will be arriving too. I imagine we'll all take turns pleasuring Alan's big cock except for Xania." 

Brenda was so excited by that prospect that she just had to clarify, "So you mean every single one of us will take turns all evening, stroking and licking Alan's big, beautiful cock? Including me? Maybe even more than one of us at a time?"

Suzanne nodded. "Pretty much, except for Xania, as I said. She may look great, or as we call it around here, 'Alan-worthy,' but she's just a psychologist and a friend of mine and not part of this. She's here to observe and give us advice."

Brenda nodded to Suzanne submissively, her head bowed way down. She had a nearly overwhelming desire to service Suzanne for telling her what to do, and she was seemingly hypnotized by her voice. But that desire was exceeded by her desire to go up the stairs and suck Alan's cock. 

She thought, That's not just any cock. That's my master's cock. Alan is my master now. I had a feeling this was going to happen from the first time we played cards together, and now it's happening! I MUST go and pleasure him. I'm so excited I can hardly walk!

The reluctant and logical voice within her had nothing to say. Perhaps later it would come back, but right now Brenda was so high on lust and life that even the high from heroin couldn't come close.

CHAPTER 3

Minutes later, Brenda knocked on Alan's door. "Hi Alan, it's me, Brenda. Are you busy?" She suppressed her desire to call him "Master Alan." She reminded herself that Suzanne said the time wasn't right for that yet. 

Alan turned his head and looked towards the door with great expectation. "Busy? Not any more. Please come in." He had no clue whatsoever just how worshipful Brenda was feeling towards him right now. From his point of view, he was still trying his best to impress her. 

She opened the door and walked in, modeling the outfit she'd arrived to the house in. But she took Suzanne's advice and arranged her skimpy top so both nipples were exposed as well.

"Holy fucking cow," Alan exclaimed in wonder. He was particularly blown away by the long nipples. "I swear, every day it's something new. Brenda, you're one of the most gorgeous women on the planet, for sure."

"You really think so?" Brenda was so close to her long awaited target - a mouthful of cum - that she didn't want to waste time. She rapidly closed the distance to Alan sitting in his chair at his desk.

She noticed Alan wore nothing but a completely unbuttoned white dress shirt and a towel around his neck (from when he had taked a shower not long ago). That greatly excited her because it meant his penis must be exposed below the desk. Then she noticed the naked ass sticking out from under the desk. It was Katherine, and her skirt was flipped back just like Amy's was earlier. That seemed to have quickly become part of the stealth stroking tradition.

Brenda was taken aback and worried that she wouldn't get her promised cum load after all. "Who's this?" she exclaimed in regards to the mystery butt. Her awe for Alan only grew to see him getting blown in such a fashion, especially as it slowly dawned on her from the distinctive tan lines that it had to be his own sister doing the loving sucking.

Then, looking closer at Alan, she saw the black eyes and the bruises, and nearly shrieked. "And what happened to your face?!" Even though Suzanne had warned her, seeing it in the flesh was still a shock.

Alan laughed. "Oh, that? I got beat up at school today. But it's nothing. The wounds will heal in a couple of days. I even got kicked pretty hard in the nuts, but luckily the pain there passed real quickly, kinda like it does when you stub your toe."  

Brenda quickly dismissed his wounds, and thought, He fucks the most beautiful girls in school, too. I should have known. Of course he would! He's my master! That's what masters do, especially good masters like Alan. I'll bet he has dozens of sex pets at school, taking all the best looking girls, if they have boyfriends or not. If you go to his school and you're a sexy girl, he's gonna fill your pussy with his sperm! That's just a fact! In Brenda's mind, it was, though in reality not even Alan could make that claim. 

But of all his pets, I'm the one to have the honor to suck his penis right now! I even get to replace his sister. I'm so excited I don't know if I can stand it!

Alan saw Brenda staring at Katherine's ass. 

Katherine paid no mind to the interruption and continued to lightly fondle and stroke her brother's erection. 

Not knowing that Brenda already recognized Katherine, he said, "Oh yeah. Excuse my manners. That's my sister Katherine. I've got a lot of homework to do this week, so all the women are taking turns jacking me and blowing me while I study. Little Vacuum Mouth Sis, you can come out now."

Katherine was having too much fun lightly blowing air on Alan's dick to stop until he really insisted. 

Brenda asked, "How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, today it's been pretty much all afternoon," Alan replied casually. He had a slightly pained look on his face but it was from all the pleasure his sister was giving him. 

Brenda was so impressed she nearly came just from hearing and seeing the way he was continually served. "Alan! You're such a MAN! It's going to be such a pleasure to serve you. This is what I've been waiting for all my life, but I never knew what I wanted. If Katherine doesn't mind, can I suck your big dick for a while?"

"Why are you asking her for permission?" Alan said commandingly. "It's my penis."

Brenda nearly swooned at that answer. "Oh! So sorry, mas- ... Uh. Alan, would you let me suck it? Please?"

Alan tried to act uncaring. "Very well, if you insist. But take off that strip of cloth you call a top and let me play with your tits while you do it. In fact, get naked altogether." He came around the desk and sat up on the edge of his bed instead so he could have better access to Brenda's tits. 

Katherine finally moved out of the way and stood to the side, watching. Her skirt fell back over her ass, leaving her fully dressed. 

"Okay!" Brenda submissively obeyed his order, flinging her clothes off with abandon. Then greedily grasped his erection once the two of them had settled into place. She caressed it like it was a priceless porcelain antique. "Oh Alan, it's everything I could ever want! Let me help you out."

However, before she could do anything more, she began shaking all over. She grasped one of her nipples with a free hand and let out a piercing scream.

When she was finally done, Alan asked, "What was that all about?"

Brenda gushed, "Sorry, I'm just so excited. I got all tingly getting to touch it and everything. And now it's going to go in my mouth! Dear God!"

She had to pause and compose herself. 

While she was doing that, Alan thought, Jesus H. Christ, talk about an excitable woman. She just had a climax from merely touching my penis? Wow, that must be some kind of new record. And look at her! It's less like she has breasts and more like there are two bowling balls attached to the front of her chest. But what wonderful soft, wobbly, white bowling balls they are!

Finally, Brenda recovered and grasped his erection again. As she held its warmth, sticky with pre-cum and saliva, she said a prayer. Dear God, please grant me the talent to give my master a wonderful cocksucking. Oh no! What if I'm no good? What if he doesn't like me, I may not even be allowed to have him for a master! God, please, I implore you, help me out here! The competition is tough and I'm out of practice. Please make Alan enjoy the face fuck he's about to give me. In your holy name, Amen.

She swallowed his shaft even as she kept her hands at the base and pumped excitedly. She was quite a good cocksucker, having slept her way to a tremendous fortune (though it was true she was out of practice). Determined not to fail, she tried every trick she knew. She used both hands to fondle his balls. Meanwhile, she used her lips and tongue quite literally like her life depended on it. 

She was particularly talented with her lips. In fact, the workings of her mouth nearly made Alan forget about her giant orbs. But he didn't forget, and he stayed a very happy camper playing with them. 

For her, the touch of Alan's hands on her skin was completely electric. She was a highly sensual and sensitive woman, and began her orgasms nearly as soon as he started pulling on her long nipples.

Alan motioned with his eyes that his sister stay and watch.

So Katherine remained standing right behind Brenda, her arms folded. She was somewhat annoyed at being replaced, but kept quiet about it. 

She thought, Brenda's tough competition. But I'm not going to be out-slaved by her. Whatever Brother wants me to do, I'm going to do it and I'm going to be the best. She may have those tits and that cute baby face, but she's far too soft. Soft willed and soft bodied. She's practically chubby. I'm firm and strong and he loves ME. I'll just have to do better. The more I please him, the more I'm rewarded with mind-blowing orgasms. Despite her confident thoughts, a part of her remained doubtful and jealous.

Alan was eager to shoot his wad, but he also wanted to impress Brenda with his staying power. So he periodically pulled her head away to get a second wind. He practically had to violently push to keep her mouth off of his penis though, because she was so eager to suck. 

"Please Alan, let me suck it! Just let me suck it a little more. Don't be so cruel!" Brenda was in erotic nirvana. 

Brenda didn't know how to deep throat, but she kept taking Alan so deep that she very nearly did right then. She was putting her heart and soul into her task. She bobbed and bobbed and licked and sucked and fondled and stroked until her hands and jaws were tired. 

Katherine frowned disapprovingly when Brenda had to pause briefly to rest after about fifteen minutes. Brenda had been working so intently that she couldn't keep it up for long. She also hadn't built up an endurance in the way that Susan had, for instance.

Alan sighed with relief and frustration as he slowly came down from dizzying erotic heights a little bit while Brenda took her rest. He knew that had she gone just another ten or twenty seconds, he would have blown his load. 

The grumpy sister complained to the newcomer, "You're tired after only that? Brenda, that's such a sorry performance. Big Guitar Neck Brother, would you like someone who actually knows how to suck cock take over?"

He knew her complaint was completely unjustified - Brenda was doing a fantastic job. But he diplomatically let it slide. "Thanks, Little Damp and Drippy Sis, but that's okay. You're doing great, Brenda. You almost had me there. There's no rush though. Just keep going when you're ready."

But Katherine still complained, "Brenda, who taught you how to suck cock? Don't you ever practice? Geez." The better a job Brenda did, the more Katherine grew jealous and worried. She could see that Alan was really enjoying Brenda's repeated corkscrew movements. She'd twist her mouth around his dick the same time she went up and down it. 

Brenda answered, "Um, I've been married a long time, and I haven't done something like this to my husband for years. We've been on the outs with each other. We're getting divorced and it's all but finalized. I'm sorry if I'm unworthy."

"You're fine," Alan said encouragingly. "Really. Katherine isn't on the receiving end, so she can't judge. It's taken her a lot of practice to get her hands and mouth where it is today. You're doing just great. You have a natural talent."

Brenda resumed licking and sucking enthusiastically. Since her corkscrew move had caused the most groans from Alan, she went back to doing that. She thought, He said I have natural talent! What a kind man. What a wonderful master! I'm not worthy. To think, I've been spending all week masturbating when I should have been practicing licking and sucking on dildos. Forgive me, Master!

There was a time when Brenda was arrogant and distant. Everyone was so envious and lustful of her natural attributes that she seemingly only knew how to reject and avoid men. She'd gotten into the habit of rejecting everyone, thinking that everyone loved her only for her tits. But that Brenda was long gone. The new Brenda lived only to serve. She was like a person who was normal until their first shot of heroin and then forever after a junkie, except that she was now a sex junkie.

After another five minutes, Alan could take no more. He motioned to Katherine, who was busy frigging herself. As irked as she was, she couldn't help but get aroused after watching so much frenzied cocksucking. 

Katherine got up and attacked Brenda's pussy from behind. She went after Brenda's clit with one hand and stuffed fingers up Brenda's pussy with the other, causing the monster-titted woman to scream incredibly loudly. She wasn't happy about making Brenda feel good, but she'd gotten so worked up from watching that she couldn't stop herself from obeying Alan's wordless command. 




Six Times a Day Pt. 37



Brenda accidentally pulled her mouth off of Alan's penis so she could scream her pleasure.

That caused Alan to shoot his seed all over her face. He shot rope after rope towards her nose. 

"Cover me!" she cried. "Cover me in your cum! Drench me all over!" Her whole body trembled. She was just as excited as she'd been when she trembled downstairs earlier, and that was saying a lot. 

Recovering somewhat, she eagerly licked up all the cum she could reach with her tongue, and then stuffed more in her mouth with greedy fingers. She'd never cum so hard or so often in one evening and her pussy was already sore before the big party had even started. But at the same time, she was wired with excitement and ready for more. 

However, Alan said, "Leave the rest on, and that's an order. Some of the others may enjoy licking that off later."

In fact, Katherine couldn't resist scooping up and swallowing a particularly large gob that was about to fall from Brenda's chin. That still left quite a lot. Alan had given Brenda an unusually heavy load.

Brenda obeyed Alan's desire. His command to wear his cum, like everything else this evening, was like her ultimate fantasy come true and then some. She gushed, "Oh, Alan, darling! It's so good. Susan and Suzanne were so right - you're not a normal man. I'll admit that I was having some doubts about some crazy plans they were making for me earlier, but I was so wrong to even think. It's all so worth it. So worth it!" 

Alan wondered what she was thinking, especially her comment about "crazy plans." He still didn't have a clue how far she'd gone. 

She panted, "I'm too insolent. I'll never doubt them again. This is the most delicious nectar on Earth! More! Give me more! I want to swim in it!"

CHAPTER 4

Katherine frowned at Brenda's comments. "You wish. You're a one trick pony, Ms. Big Tits. You're the flavor of the week. You may give good head, but Alan doesn't love you. Hell, he doesn't even KNOW you. Next week he'll be playing with some other big-titted freak of nature and you'll be yesterday's news. But I'll still be here. I live right across the hall, as a matter of fact. So take THAT! Ha! He loves ME, his one and only sister! I'M going to be the one swimming in his cum long after he's completely forgotten your name." 

"That's enough, Sis," Alan complained. "That was so rude."

Katherine covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh my God! Did I just say all that out loud? Shit. I thought I was just thinking." She truly didn't know she was voicing her thoughts out loud, but now that it was done she didn't mind terribly. Dumb, dumb, dumb! But at least it's good for Brenda to understand her place before she gets her hopes up too high. The stupid chubby cow. 

Brenda appeared crushed. Her body withered even as Alan's penis finished going flaccid.

However, Alan tried to repair the damage. "Don't mind my sister. She's just jealous. She's all wrong. You won't be forgotten next week, not at all. In fact, we all want you to be a regular at our weekly card games and fashion shows from now on, don't we?" He stared intently at Katherine as he prodded again, "Don't we?"

Katherine got the message. "Yes, we do." But her voice was flat and forced. 

Alan explained, "Brenda, you're a late comer to a very tight group. So there's bound to be some resentment. It's true that I don't know you that well, none of us do, but I have a good feeling about you. Yes, you've got the biggest rack I've ever seen, but you're not just a pair of tits in my eyes. For one thing, you seem like a fundamentally nice person, and I like your enthusiasm." He winked, "Not to mention your ass." Continuing more seriously, he said, "If you like our group, just hang in there and don't mind the slings and arrows. In time, Katherine and some of the others with jealousy issues will warm up to you."

Brenda blurted out, "Like your group? Like?! Alan, you have no idea!" She ardently wished Suzanne hadn't forbidden her from explaining everything that had happened downstairs in the last hour or so. "This is the most amazing, wonderful group of people I've ever met! I don't mind Katherine's comments because I'm sure I'm not worthy. I tried my best to fondle and suck, but how can I compare with the likes of Susan, Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine?"

As she said this last sentence, she looked at Katherine with complete adoration. While Brenda didn't know Katherine that well, her high opinion of her was nonetheless set if only because of Katherine's relations. Anyone who was the sister of Alan and the daughter of Susan was to be adored in Brenda's mind. 

Katherine was completely taken aback, especially because Brenda was obviously sincere in adoring her. She didn't understand the intensity of Brenda's emotions, just as Alan did not. So she decided not to say anything for the moment.

Alan turned to Katherine. "Sis, look, I understand you're just a teen so I can't really blame you for being immature. But that was soooo juvenile! I mean, come on. I'm a teenager too but I don't blurt out that kind of stuff. That was downright mean."  

"Brother, I'm reaaaally sorry. I thought I was just talking to myself. Imagine how much it would suck for you if all your thoughts about people were spoken out loud."

"Good point. But I have the sense to never say them out loud. I think you need to be punished. And since you offended Brenda, I think she's the one to punish you. Brenda, how would you like to give Katherine, say, twenty-five spankings?"

"Ummm..." Brenda looked worried. 

"What? I'm sorry, you don't like the idea of spankings? I didn't realize."

"No, it's not that. In fact, I love the idea of spankings. I adore it. It's just, uh, really it was my fault. Can you spank me instead?"

"Huh? How's that? What did you do wrong? You come in here and passionately blow me for twenty minutes like it was your last act on Earth and then you feel like you did something wrong? No, you did great. Like I said, you're not some sexual flash in the pan. We want you in our group." 

Brenda worried, But how much does he want me? Alan has no idea, does he? He just thinks he's going to see me a couple of times a week for these parties. He doesn't realize how much I need him! He needs to fill my holes every single day! Isn't that what masters do? I have to trust that Suzanne is going to make everything work out, but he probably doesn't want me for a sex slave at all! How CAN I compete with the loving ties the others share? I'll just have to try harder. More busty thrusting, more willing, more submissive! But on the other hand, maybe that's unfair to him. Am I being too clingy? I can't be clingy! I'm here to please, not cause trouble. He should set the pace. The last thing I want is to get between him and his sister. I'll just have to suffer silently in my need to have him, for now at least.

She said, "Well, uh, it's just that you want a spanking and I don't have the energy to give one. I came so hard and so good. And I already had some WONDERFUL cums downstairs before I came up here. I can hardly stand up, to be honest. So I thought I'd volunteer to receive the spanking. Actually, I insist. Won't you please spank me?" As tired as Brenda was, she got up, turned around, and bent over so she could visually offer Alan her wide ass.

Alan was startled by the sheer quantity of cum dripping down Brenda's thighs. But he shook his head. "That's not how it works. The idea's not to just randomly spank people. You're supposed to punish Katherine for the awful things she said to you. Would you like me to give the spanking to her in your place?"

"NO!" Brenda was appalled by the idea. In her mind, Katherine was one of the special people. The idea of causing such a person to be spanked was beyond the pale. She stood up and turned around to given Alan a pleading look. "Whatever happened, I'm sure it's my fault. I'm the one who got Katherine upset. If anyone should get spanked, it should be me." 

She turned some more so she could thrust her ass in Alan's direction again. Despite the harsh words from Katherine, Brenda was still terribly aroused. Not only was she hoping for a repeat performance of how Alan spanked her the last time she was here, but she got off on the shameful feeling of wearing nothing but cum and heels while Alan and Katherine were fully dressed. 

"Nonsense," Alan said firmly. "Anyways, I've kind of lost the spanking urge with all this talking. Katherine, please, promise me you won't get jealous about Brenda again. I just want everyone to get along and be friends."

Katherine privately fumed, And have us all smile mindlessly as we suck your cock. Right. Sorry pal, but I have feelings too. You can't just push me aside for this walking pair of tits. I won't go quietly. But changing her mood a bit, she continued thinking, However, we do have to all try to get along. If I make a big scene I'll just fall down in Alan's book. Brenda IS just a flash in the pan. None of us have any emotional connection to her and soon enough Alan will realize how sexually overcommitted he is. So I'll just wait it out and do my best to get along for now.

She forced a smile. "I'm sorry, Big Bro. Brenda, I'm especially sorry to you. You know how the mind works. People think all kinds of crazy things in passing but they don't mean most of it. I am a bit jealous about your curvy body compared to my flat one, but I'm sure that'll pass. Let's try again to be friends, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks. I do appreciate it. And I'm sorry again about butting in. I mean, here you were, happily slurping away on your brother's stiff meat and I come along and force you aside. Then, to add insult to injury, I take his big load on my face. A load that you'd worked to coax out. Even now, you have to watch all that tasty cum slowly dripping down my cheeks and nose. I feel horrible. It's just that Suzanne ordered me to come up here and do that. She probably didn't realize you were already going at it."

"Good point, Brenda," Alan said. "I hadn't thought of all that. These miscommunication things happen. Let's go downstairs and turn over a new leaf for the party. Okay? And I so much appreciate all the kindness and pleasure both of you have given me. Thank you. I'm such a lucky guy." 

Katherine and Brenda left, but Alan stayed behind to finish up a few things first (not to mention wait for his penis to revive so he could make a big first impression).

He shook his head with wonder, and thought of Brenda, That is one crazy woman. I have a feeling I'm going to be seeing a whole lot more of her. She seemed as fanatically loyal as a puppy dog to me, and yet I hardly even know her. Weird. Plus, I have a feeling that she wasn't as tired as she made out but just actually likes the idea of being spanked. I mean, the look in her eyes made it seem like she was really into it. Weirder. Maybe she really got off on the spanking she got last time she was here? 

This is so unreal I just want to hit myself and wake up. Maybe it's actually a good thing I got beat up at school today, because it painfully reminds me that I'm human after all and in fact I can lose badly. All this could disappear in a heartbeat if word somehow got out what we're doing. 

Speaking of trouble, I can see more trouble brewing, thanks to Brenda's looks and attitude. Sis was practically seething. I've never seen her bitch like that, even if it was an accident that she spoke the words out loud. But on the other hand, it kinda turns me on to have them get all catty over me. 

Ah well. Now it's downstairs to the party to see what other bizarro turns my life can take. I hope my penis rebounds quickly 'cos I can hardly wait to get down there. This is going to be a classic get together. Amy, Katherine, Susan, Suzanne, Brenda, AND Xania, all in one room at one time? Oh yeah! That's one for the all time beauty record books. Shit! Xania! I shouldn't have sent Brenda downstairs with a face full of cum. I wonder if she's here yet.

CHAPTER 5 

Xania had arrived, which meant it was time for the poker party to really begin. 

Alan and Katherine came downstairs together (Alan was dressed in nothing but a long white dress shirt and shorts while Katherine wore a nice formal outfit). They were met with an interesting sight. 

Xania was dressed up the way a professional psychologist should be, and in fact was dressed only slightly more casually than she'd been during their appointment. She wore a tan blouse with matching jacket and skirt. The others standing around her in the front entrance way were dressed as if for a formal dinner (Susan had changed from her kimono at Suzanne's insistence). 

But, in extreme contrast, Brenda was dressed in nothing but her sliver of a top, her G-string styled bikini bottoms, and high heels. That was tremendously embarrassing for her, especially considering that to her Xania was a complete stranger. 

Worse, Brenda still had Alan's cum hanging all over her face. Not only that, but she interpreted Suzanne's earlier comment that she should keep her nipples uncovered whenever possible as a command from a new mistress, and so she now wore her black top in a lopsided fashion that kept both nipples free. It was almost worse than wearing no top at all, since it seemed such a crazy thing to do.

Nobody mentioned the cum or the top, not even Xania, which Brenda found most odd. But Brenda was aware of how strange she looked, and her face burned red with shame and desire. Nonetheless, she did her best. She kept her head held high and a smile on her face. Now that she considered herself Alan's pet, she thrust her chest out and kept her arms behind her back to further push her tits forward, assuming that he'd like that position the best.

In fact, it was so odd that Xania didn't say a word about Brenda that soon everyone was antsy, as if waiting for the other shoe to fall. Since almost none of them knew her real identity and persona, they half expected her to leave the house or burst into anger at any moment, and had she really been who she was supposed to be, she probably would have.

The tension grew until Amy spoke up. She couldn't figure out why no one was talking about the obvious and so she asked, "Xania, aren't you going to ask about Brenda? Geez! If I was in your shoes, I sure would."

"No, I'm not," Xania said calmly, and then returned to discussing an inane topic with Suzanne.

But Amy wasn't satisfied. She asked, "Why not? Don't you have any curiosity?"

"Sure, but I figure I'm here this evening like an anthropologist living with a foreign culture. I'd like to just be a fly on the wall and observe your fascinating sexual traditions first hand. If you want me to know something, I figure you'll tell me. I'm sure there's a good reason why this beautiful lady has cum all over her face, not to mention her... unusual attire." She couldn't help but grin a bit.

Brenda gasped in embarrassment, but forced herself not to cower or cover up.

Amy nodded in slight confusion at Xania's response, and surprisingly didn't tell her any more about Brenda. Neither did anyone else. Apparently they waited for Alan's lead, and he didn't say a word.

The group continued making casual small talk and then all assembled in the living room for the poker game. 

Xania had some luggage because she was staying the night. 

Alan carried her luggage away so he could be the last one into the living room. To a certain extent all the weeks of one sexual adventure after another had made him a bit jaded, but now he pranced about with glee as he lugged the luggage. 

He knew great things were going to happen. He thought, Looking at those women in the foyer all dressed up so fancily, you'd think a Tupperware party was about to begin or something. You'd never figure what raging sexual creatures they are. But I'll bet that within the hour, no, make that half an hour, all of them will be naked and begging for me to fuck 'em. I'm glad Brenda looks the way she does, or else I wouldn't believe what's about to happen. And Xania! God DAMN she's a hot firecracker! Hot damn, buckets of cum are going to flow tonight! Heh-heh-heh!

Finally entering the room, he took a look at the six women before him, who informally stood in a line for his benefit. Again, Brenda looked comically out of place with her cum-soaked face and nipples bared. 

Alan whistled in appreciation at them all. "Hot damn, AGAIN! Pinch me I'm dreaming, again! Looking at the six of you there, it's like I'm looking at some kind of fantasy Amazon army. Valkyries maybe. With the exception of Brenda and Amy, all of you are just so damned tall. Right around six feet - I hear that's the height of all the supermodels. That alone is so amazing. And Brenda, you may not be that tall, but you more than make up for it in other ways. You know what this is like? This is like some kind of sexiest women of the world All Star team." He again conspicuously failed to mention or take special notice of Brenda's cum-drenched appearance.

Alan was just speaking his mind, but the words buttered up all the females and got them in the mood for the game. Most of them preened and posed, and thrust out their tits just like Brenda. 

Only Xania played it cool, and stood apart. 

Susan brought out the wine and liquor - she considered it part of her motherly duties to make sure Brenda and especially Xania got drunk to guarantee that Alan could have his way with them. As she served Alan she whispered in his ear while obviously referring to Xania, "Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. Go get her, Tiger! I want to see you do her on the table in front of everybody!" 

However, now there was an awkwardness. The problem was Xania. Alan frankly had no idea how she'd respond once things started to get really sexual. On one hand he'd fucked her not long after meeting her, so he figured she was amenable to sexual games. Furthermore, she wasn't blinking an eye at Brenda's strange appearance. But on the other hand she was dressed quite formally, and had a very formal manner. The others had no idea that she'd had sex with him (except for Katherine, who'd been there and took part). Despite Susan's confidence in his seduction skills, he didn't know what was going on and that bothered him. 

He pulled Xania aside and said, "Before we start, can I speak to you for a minute?"

She readily agreed and the two of them walked into another room to speak in complete privacy.

Alan immediately said, "Xania, it's good to see you, but I'm confused. Are you here as a psychologist, or just a social visit, or what? What's this anthropologist angle?"

She gave a wry smile. "I'll let you guess what I'm doing."

"Now, Xania, we can't have that. It's too weird and no one will know how to act. Let me be bold with a proposal. I want to fuck you again, and I think you want to be fucked again or you wouldn't be here. Am I right?"

Xania didn't speak, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. 

Alan knew he was right. He continued, "Here's my plan. Things are going to get sexual with the card game. Veeeery sexual. But I want you to pretend that you're disturbed by it all. Disturbed, but not so much to actually leave or force anyone to stop. And I'll slowly make more advances until I fuck you. How does that sound?"

Xania couldn't help but tease, "Kiddo, you sure are full of yourself."

Alan quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss. 

She was surprised at first, but quickly relaxed and joined in a delightful tongue duel. Thanks to her exceptionally long tongue, she was a natural expert kisser and had further honed her skill from years of practice. 

Meanwhile, Alan's hands were busy. Despite her formal attire, he had one hand inside her blouse and pinching a nipple and the other inside her panties and working on her clit even before they came up for breath.




Six Times a Day Pt. 37



Two of Alan's fingers were squishing in her wet pussy lips as the kiss came to an end. "Come on, Xania. Tell me you're not hot to trot." 

Xania kept up her pretense. "How dare you!" 

But he continued to fondle her body and it was clear that her words were saying one thing and her body was saying another. 

She laughed. "Okay, you got me. Kiddo, you've got yourself a deal. Sounds fun, and I figured I'd have to do something like that anyways to keep up my psychologist role pretense. The truth is, I'm just here to have fun. Even real psychologists have fun I suppose. And looks like you're going to show me a real good time tonight."

Alan continued to finger her. "I am. You and Brenda. She's a real character. You may find it hard to take her seriously, but she's for real."

Jut then, Susan walked in and said, "Everyone's waiting for you."

Xania turned in shock and pushed Alan away. She immediately began readjusting her clothes to make herself more presentable. However, she didn't do too much adjusting - she wanted her lacy black underwear to be noticed. She pretended shame for Susan's sake. "I can explain! It's not what you think!"

Susan had an amused smirk on her face. She saw that Xania's skirt was hiked up, revealing a wet spot in her dark panties. She liked that. "Oh really? Then what is it then?"

"I'm just, uh, trying to fit in. And, uh, do what the other guests do."

Susan was obviously filled with pride. With a beaming smile, she said, "That's my son! Xania, you don't stand a chance. You'll be fitting in, all right. Or I should say Alan will be fitting in to you. Here, give me your bra and panties."

"What?" Xania was confused.

Susan explained, "The house rule is no female underwear allowed. Didn't you say something about wanting to observe our customs?"

"Yes, but..." She reluctantly began to undress. She could have just reached in her blouse to take her bra off without removing her blouse first, but she wanted to make a show of it. She feebly protested, "I can't believe I'm doing this," even as she made sure to give Alan a good show.

Susan, standing behind Xania, gave Alan the thumbs up sign and silently mouthed the words "Alan-worthy."

Alan really liked that and his erection did too.

Susan took Xania's underwear, then winked at Alan and said to him. "Son, I'm so proud. If I hadn't have come in you would have had her bent over the couch and been pounding her doggy-style within five minutes of greeting her. Don't worry, Xania, there's time for that later, but right now the game calls." She pretended to zip her mouth shut. "Mum's the word on what happened here." She walked off, still pleased as punch. 

Xania, normally as sexually jaded as they come, was surprised to find she was embarrassed. She's right. Damn this kid works fast! 

But Xania elected not to say anything about that. Instead, as they started to walk back she asked Alan, "Care to explain why Brenda's face is dripping with cum? I assume it's some kind of punishment?"

Now Alan was being mischievous. "No. It's not. But I like how you took that in stride. Xania, I think you're my kind of person."

She was chagrined, because now she was even more curious about it, but couldn't ask more about it since he said she took it in stride. But then another thought popped into her head. She suddenly grabbed his arm and whispered, "As long as we're dropping all pretense for a minute, I have a request. Susan conducted her entire counseling session with me topless. Said it made her feel more at ease. I've been thinking a lot about those lovely orbs ever since. You think you could hook me up with them?"

"Sure. No problem. And I know what you mean. They're always on my mind, too."

They reentered the living room where the others were. Xania announced with great seriousness, "I should tell you all what Alan and I just discussed." 

Alan was very confused by that, but didn't try to stop her. 

But instead of saying anything about what really happened, she said, "I was just explaining to Alan why I'm here. I'm passing through town and hoped to visit my good friend Suzanne, and see all my new friends. I'm happy to unwind and play some cards. But at the same time, Suzanne tells me that you've developed some interesting traditions. As a psychologist, I'm fascinated by the Plummer family and would like to 'go native' as it were, and experience and observe one of your typical evenings. That's what I was attempting to explain earlier. So the bottom line is, don't mind me and just act as you always would."

Amy didn't know that Alan and Xania had sex before. So she asked with some worry, "Um, Xania, this game gets kind of sexual. Well, to be honest, it's very sexual. Are you okay with that?"

Xania laughed that off. "Amy, believe you me, I've played a few harmless games of strip poker in my time. I don't mind a little bit of nudity if that allows me to see you all interact."

Amy was still concerned. "But there's more than just a little bit of nudity. Look at Brenda. Don't you wonder what that white stuff on her face is?"

Xania walked up to Brenda and looked at her closely pretending to be clueless. "Yes. I was wondering. Just what IS that? If I didn't know better..."

Amy looked to Alan for direction.

Feeling playful, he expressed shock and tried to pass the non-verbal message to Amy behind Xania's back not to reveal what the substance was. 

Amy suddenly got much more nervous and defensive. "Uh, never you mind. I guess she spilled something. Brenda, I'll take you to the bathroom and help you lick that off. Um, I meant, wipe that off. Mom, are you ready to start the game?"

Xania was chagrined with Alan's gambit, because she wanted to understand why Brenda was looking like that. But she continued to play along and let the issue slide.

Suzanne took charge and addressed the whole group as they sat on couches around the coffee table in the living room. "As you all know, we're playing another game of strip poker. I've taken the liberty of coming up with some changes in the rules this time. First off, it's not fair that most of us wear so much while Brenda wears so little. Everyone pick out and wear four items, no more, no less. Of course that doesn't count the high heels, which are not part of the game and should be worn at all times. Xania, I'm glad to see you've got some seriously spiky heels on. Are those stilettos? Brenda, that still leaves you with two items less than everyone else, so we'll count the cum on your face as another item." 

Amy was upset. She shot Suzanne a look that gave the non-verbal message, "Mom, you blew it! You weren't supposed to say that!" 

Xania, still pretending not to know more than that which was obviously revealed, asked with feigned alarm, "Did you say cum? Brenda, why are you wearing cum on your face? Not to mention your attire, or lack of attire." 

Brenda blushed down to her chest. "Ah, I was, uh..." She didn't know what to say, and looked to Alan, who gave a little nod. "I was, um, ur, you see, just before you arrived, I was up in Alan's room sucking his sweet cock and, uh, he blew a big load all over my face. He told me to keep it on so someone could lick it off later. So I did."

"I see," Xania said, deliberately poker-faced to increase Brenda's discomfort. "And if Alan told you to go shopping at the supermarket looking like that, would you?"

Brenda's blush deepened. "Yes," she whispered. The humiliation was turning her on incredibly. On top of that, the supermarket idea got her gasping with wanton desire.

Amy, still the least in the know, asked Xania with some concern, "What do you think? Aren't you weirded out?"

Xania, still appearing regal and detached, said, "Not really. When in Rome, do as the Romans. I'm not here to judge." 

CHAPTER 6

That resolved, Susan raised her hand. "Can we go dress into something sexier instead of just taking off some of these frumpy clothes?" She clearly was referring to her own outfit which was the kind of clothing she now only wore when going outside. She had it on to be respectful of Xania, but she figured that since Xania didn't mind the way Brenda looked, not to mention that Alan had practically fucked her already, the sky was the limit.

Suzanne indicated yes. 

Susan and Katherine bolted off to their bedrooms. 

Even Suzanne and Amy got up and rummaged through their collection of clothes left in the underwear cabinet by the front door and changed as well.

When everyone reassembled, the place resembled a porn film shoot (except for Alan in his white shirt and shorts, and Xania still in her formal attire). 

But out of all the outrageous outfits, Susan clearly was the star of the show. She wasn't wearing any ordinary outfit, but was decked out as a sexy cow. Her outfit consisted of scraps of clothing in the black and white patchy pattern of cow skin, with a tight, revealing bikini top that held up and thrust out her tits, a bikini bottom, gloves that went up her upper arm, stockings that went up to her knees, and headgear with floppy cow ears. Additionally, she wore a cowbell around her neck. 

She was positively glowing with happiness and pride and stared right at her son. "What do you think, Tiger? I know it isn't a fashion show night, but I couldn't keep this outfit in the closet any more. It's too exciting for me! I thought it might cheer you up on a bad day."

"Mom, it's awesome." He teased, "And this can't be called a bad day any more. The only problem is, how can I suck your udders dry when you've got them all covered up like that?" 

Susan shuddered in gleeful response and reflexively clutched at her tits.

"Okay, you two," Suzanne stepped in. "Stop before we have to get you a room. Don't worry, Alan, even without the strip poker, I don't think Susan is going to be wearing her top for long. Susan, that's actually much more than four items, but we'll count both gloves as one, and count your stockings with the panties. How's that?"

"Mooooooooo!" Susan replied, then giggled. Whenever she moved, for instance in a giggle that caused her tits to jiggle, the cowbell rang as well.

"All right. I'll take that as a yes." Suzanne couldn't help but crack a wide smile at Susan's cow-themed enthusiasm. 

Xania, trying to play the role of a serious psychologist, asked with concern, "Susan, do you want to discuss your cow fetish?"

"Not now. Tonight is the time for fun. Anyway, one reason I'm excited about this outfit is that it proves that I'm not the only one into the sex cow idea. There's a whole market for it."

Suzanne spoke to the whole group. "Let's get back to the rules. Now, I couldn't help but notice that last time we played everyone was trying to lose, not win. So the new rule is you get to take an item off if you win a hand instead of if you lose. And dares will now be between the winner and whoever the winner chooses. Since Alan was stubbornly trying to win last time and keep his clothes on, the rules are reversed for him. He now has to take an item off if he has the lowest hand. If he wins the hand, he gets to order a dare involving whomever he wants, regardless of how many pieces of clothing he still has on or who came in second. That way, everyone will now try their best instead of their worst. Sound good?" 

Everyone liked the rule changes.

Xania asked, "What's a dare?" She sipped on a rum and Coke, still comparatively overdressed.

Suzanne replied, "You'll find out when we come to it. It's more fun that way."

But Suzanne added a few more wrinkles. "And another thing. Last time we did this, we kept Alan without satisfaction a long time before Susan finally was able to help him out with some penis tending. This time, we'll take turns pleasuring him from the very start. Brenda, since you were such a good, obedient girl earlier, and you appear dressed for the occasion, I'll let you go first. You can start any time." 

Brenda didn't need to be told twice. She crawled over to Alan and dropped to her knees. 

Alan, seeing that she was so excited she was trembling, decided to help her out. He unbuttoned his dress shirt (to prolong the suspense a bit) then dropped his shorts to the floor. His erection bounced out proudly until it ended up resting up against his upper abdomen. It was drooling pre-cum from being in the same room with so many bombshells. 

Brenda was tremendously excited by the sight, acting as if she hadn't just seen it a short time earlier (not to mention sucked on it). "Oh my God! It's so beautiful!" she exclaimed. 

Susan chuckled and nodded. "I know. Just looking at it like that makes me SO HOT! Go ahead and hold it, Brenda. Seeing a hottie like you hold it makes me even hotter, if such a thing is possible. One thing I really love is how hairless it is. Except for a cute little dark patch above, there's no hair to get in your teeth when you're sucking on his balls. Which you should try, Brenda. It's fun."

"I will!" Brenda shamelessly ran her hands over her inner thighs, which were soaked already in her own cum. Then her wetted hands flew to his crotch.

Xania raised an eyebrow and pretended to look alarmed as she watched Alan's erection get covered by both of Brenda's fists. Then those fists began sliding up and down, well-lubricated from Brenda's juices.

With both of her hands busy, Brenda dropped her head down below them and began sucking on Alan's balls, as Susan suggested.

Suzanne saw that Brenda was far too excited, so she clarified, "Brenda, that's nice, but I think Alan might enjoy that TOO much. You'd better stop the ball sucking for now and give him a very slow, relaxed stroking so he feels good but doesn't ejaculate. If you do it right, you can keep him on the edge for hours like we did for most of the day today. Around here we call it a stealth stroking. But the honors of who gets to actually get him off and drink his cum will hopefully be decided through dares in the game."

Brenda nodded. She had all of one of Alan's testicles in her mouth, but she withdrew and slowed her hands down. 

Suzanne looked on Brenda's stroking style approvingly, and then said to the group, "Oh. And one last thing. In deference to our new friend Xania, we don't want things to get too out of hand. So if anyone violates a game rule, then the game is immediately over for everyone. That means that when a dare is over, it's over. Not like Amy and Katherine who kept going on their kissing dare for half the evening last time. Plus, Alan has a lot of homework to do and we all have to get some sleep, so the game can only last a maximum of three hours, starting from now. I'm going to set an alarm for midnight so we don't forget. Oh yeah. And you'll all remember from last week that Brenda said she didn't want to do any lesbian stuff. She's very much changed her mind about that, haven't you, pet?" 

Brenda meekly nodded as her hands started to get a good stroking rhythm on Alan's penis.

Knowing that Brenda got off on embarrassment, Suzanne reached over and pulled Brenda's flimsy top down some more to completely bare the breast nearest to her. Then she started to knead handfuls of tit-flesh. "You like it when women play with your body, don't you?" 

Brenda blushed and groaned, obviously tremendously turned on. She closed her eyes and shamefully nodded. 

Those who knew her from before were amazed all over again at the change in personality that had come over the formerly fiery woman. 

Suzanne added as she played with Brenda's tit, "Yes, Brenda's quite new to it all, and we all know what a good kisser she is, but Susan and I can attest that she's already showing a lot of promise as a carpet muncher too."

Brenda shivered. She whispered, "Please." Between Suzanne's goading words and fondling, plus the joy of tending Alan's penis, her body was about to explode with joy and she couldn't take much more. 

Suzanne pulled her hand away. 

Susan asked Xania with some concern, "Xania, you don't mind our frank language, and all the jacking off and fondling that's going to take place?"

"Susan, thanks for asking, but I'm here to observe and learn. With my specialty in sex therapy, I'm more than fascinated. It's like this house has a culture of its own when it comes to sex, like an entirely different society. The rest of us may have something to learn from you all." She kept her face stern and serious. Then she continued, "Although, I am a bit surprised to see what Katherine is already wearing. Is that typical of your daily appearance?"

All eyes flew to Katherine. Her outfit at first hadn't appeared so remarkable, though it would have been extremely unusual in the outside world. An unusual white satin top covered her arms, the tops of her boobs (but not from just below the nipples downwards), and not much else. But what obviously caught Xania's eye was the skirt. It was so short that in the position Katherine was now sitting, the fact that she'd shaved her bush was completely apparent to all.

Suzanne answered, "That looks like approximately four items to me. There's no rule around here stating that one's cunt needs to be covered, and in fact more often than not we're flaunting our cunts for Alan. If that makes you uncomfortable, you should probably leave now."

Xania only responded by asking, "Have you always called it a cunt?"

Suzanne considered. "No. We used to call it a 'pussy' but I suppose we started using 'cunt' last week. It sounds better. Any more questions?"

"Sorry. I'll stop asking so much." She continued to furtively stare at Katherine's crotch.

Katherine raised her hand, and in fact turned a bit and spread her legs to expose more of her pussy. 

Suzanne called on her. 

The sexy teen said, "I have an idea. I suggest that Alan help take all our clothing off when the time comes. It'll be sexier that way. We walk over to where he's getting jacked off and present our tits or ass or whatever, and he undoes the straps or pulls the item off."

Alan liked that idea. One of his hands gave a thumbs up while the other ran through Brenda's short brunette hair.

But Xania objected. Posing as a prude, she complained, "I'm playing too. What if Alan tries groping me while he does that?"

Katherine replied flippantly, "Xania, shit happens. Are you going to try to be one of us and get done by the Romans, or what?" She deliberately said "get done by the Romans" instead of "do as the Romans." 

Xania agreed with a reluctant nod, but complained, "Boy, you'd think this whole place revolves around sexually pleasing Alan at all hours of the day and night."

Amy happily replied, "It does!" 

Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, and Brenda all nodded in serious agreement. Even the modest Alan couldn't disagree.

CHAPTER 7

The strip poker game got rolling, and played out much as it had the week before. The card rounds flew by as fast as possible, since everyone was eager to get naked, and there was a time limit to be aware of as well. 

Xania seemed game to play, and played her cards ably. That meant her clothes started coming off. Her jacket was the first item of anyone's to go. 

She also drank quite copiously. She could easily hold her alcohol, but she figured a perception of drunkenness could serve as a cover for when she later planned to "break down" and get more sexual. 

She asked a lot of questions about activities in the Plummer house, and was honestly surprised at some of the answers. For instance, she could scarcely believe that a succession of females had really stroked Alan's penis most of the afternoon and evening. She couldn't talk much to Susan though, because Susan was feeling extremely playful and liked to respond to all questions with one "moo" for a yes and two "moo's" for a no.

It wasn't long before things began to get interesting. Brenda naturally was the first to lose her top, since she had nothing to lose but that and her panties. Once her top was gone, it seemed she focused more of her attention on pressing her tits into Alan and jacking him off than paying attention to her cards.




Six Times a Day Pt. 37



Brenda didn't do a proper job of tending Alan's penis, because she couldn't help but pleasure him far too enthusiastically, and she was concentrating on his penis to the exclusion of the game. Had it not been for the fact that winning would allow her to take off her panties, she wouldn't have bothered with her cards at all. Everyone was excited, but she clearly was the most excited of the bunch. 

The females wanted to expose their boobs to the tit-fanatic Alan as soon as possible, and it wasn't that hard to do since none of them were wearing a bra. Before long, Katherine, Suzanne, and Brenda were topless.

Then Xania won again. She shocked everyone but Alan and Susan when she took her blouse off and revealed her bare E-cup chest. 

Katherine said, "Yes, we appreciate you letting those fabulous tits of yours out in the open, but that's twice now that you've taken your clothes off when you KNOW it's Alan's right to grab you and strip you." 

Acting casual, Xania replied, "Hey, I'm just doing as the Romans. When I came in, Susan asked me to follow the house rules and remove my underwear, so I did." 

Brenda could feel Alan's already hard erection grow even harder as he stared at Xania's chest. As she stroked him, she whispered in his ear, "That's a nice pair, isn't it? I'm sure you'll be fondling them before long, but in the meantime do you want to play with mine? They're even bigger."

Alan gave Brenda's left boob a quick squeeze, but then whispered to her, "Can't. Sorry. Rules." 

Despite the growing nakedness, everyone all played the game quite seriously. Virtually all of them were strong natural competitors, and there was a great desire to win just to be number one. Suzanne in particular played the game seriously and occasionally got annoyed when things would get so sexual that the game would stop.

Brenda then won another hand, and she elected to have the cum taken off of her face, since she'd been told that was an item. She considered letting Susan or Suzanne do the licking honors, and ultimately went with Suzanne since she was strongly attracted to Suzanne's more commanding manner. Suzanne lovingly licked her clean while the game continued. 

The others looked to Xania for a reaction, and Xania convincingly made appalled and agitated faces while nonetheless closely watching Suzanne lick and swallow. 

A few more rounds passed with more clothing removed. After Brenda was down to just her (incredibly soaked) panties, she sat in Alan's lap and experimented with rubbing more of her body against him. No one seemed to mind, so before long she was rubbing her breasts everywhere against him. When there were still no objections, she pulled her panties to the side to expose her pussy then began sliding her juicy pussy all over his bare legs. 

Alan then won a hand, which for him always meant a dare. His first goal was to replace Brenda's hands on his penis with someone else's, due to her over-enthusiasm. He announced, "Okay, Xania, it's time for a dare, and you're gonna learn first hand what one is. The winner gets to pick an activity for someone else to do. So I'm going to ask for you to stroke my cock." He moved Brenda's hands away so he could have a strategic break. 

Xania convincingly blushed and pretended indignation. "But... But that's not just strip poker! That's practically sex. You don't really expect me to do that, do you?"

Alan replied, "Brenda was just doing it. As we explained, everyone else was doing it before the game. If you want to 'do like the Romans' around this house, you've got to do it too. Shouldn't the game rules be the same for you as everyone else?"

"Well, I don't know!" Xania looked flustered. But then she gave in. "Okay, fine. I should have known what I was getting into when I came here and agreed to the rules. But really, this is the limit. What do I have to do?"

Alan commanded, "Come here and wrap those lovely long fingers around my cock. Then stroke slowly. Brenda already got it quite wet, so your hands should glide quite nicely. Think you can handle that?"

"Of course I can! It's not like I'm a prude. Geez. Now please just tell me how I do this jacking off thing?" Xania was really hamming up the innocent angle while maintaining her stern appearance. 

Even Suzanne was puzzled by where Xania was going with her act, though she knew Xania had to be acting for some reason.

Brenda placed Xania's hands where hers had been and explained what to do. "First, hold it in your hand lovingly. Cradle it with care and tenderness, like you're holding a new born baby. Don't get too frantic though, because we need to keep his erection going. Just stroke it lightly, like you're petting a cat. I like to keep a couple of fingers pressing against his most sensitive spot just underneath the penis head at all times. ... There. Yes. Good. Then the other hand is free to roam. You can play with his balls, too."

Everyone watched and nodded approvingly as Xania seemed to be getting the hang of it. Brenda then suddenly pulled Xania's skirt down her legs until it was below her knees. Xania's hairy bush came into full view. 

"What's that for?!" Xania asked as she tried to pull her skirt back up, but Brenda kept a hold of it and forced it down.

Brenda explained, "As penis tender, don't feel like you have to limit yourself to just his penis. You need to stimulate him all over. A big part of the job is rubbing your tits up against him at every opportunity, so get closer." She nudged Xania into Alan so one of his arms was practically encased in tit.

Xania played along and began rhythmically stroking her chest into his. But she asked, "What's that got to do with my skirt being pulled off?"

Brenda said, "Your skirt isn't off, you're just wearing it more loosely." She looked to Suzanne for confirmation. "Am I right?" 

After Suzanne nodded, Brenda went on, sharing the techniques she'd just started to employ on Alan. "As penis tender, you have to use your whole body. Don't feel like you have to sit next to him exclusively. I like to sit on one of his legs and slide up and down it, rubbing my cunt juices all over the top of his knee. Be creative, but just don't get so outrageous that you make him cum."

Xania looked around like everyone was insane, especially Brenda. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but I agreed to follow the rules. So I'll try." She sat next to Alan and jacked him off while pressing her tits into his arm and even his chest.

But Brenda was demanding and not satisfied. "Xania, I understand you're new here, but penis tender is an EXTREMELY important job! You're not giving it your all."

"What?" Xania complained. "I've already gone way over the line of a simple handjob. Look. I'm buck naked and basically making love to him with my entire body. I have no idea how I can continue to play cards like this. What more do you want?!"

"More cunt!" Brenda insisted. "Here, place your cunt on his knee. Like that, yes." Brenda was helping to reposition her. "Now, you see I've got the top of both legs all slicked up with my pussy juices. Straddling his leg like that, slide your cunt all the way up his leg until you reach his opened shorts. And then back."

Xania, pretending consternation, began doing that while continuing to stroke his erection. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she complained to no one in particular. Then looking around, she said testily, "What? What are you all looking at? Does everyone have to stare? I'm just trying to be a good guest."

Alan, huffing and puffing with excitement while squeezing his PC muscle, said between breaths, "The effort... is appreciated. ... Very much so." 

After Brenda was forced to stop rubbing Alan, she took to masturbating herself while watching Xania. She suddenly acted like the penis tender expert and gave frequent advice to Xania on how to stimulate Alan even better. 

One of the rules from the first week was no fingers in pussies until game dares dictated that, but Brenda satisfied herself well enough by repeatedly pulling up on her own panties. They were completely soaked through, so she was the constant source of squishy sounds. 

Alan found it a bit unnerving that most of the time Brenda was stared at him intently and adoringly, making him too self-conscious to look her in the face for long. Luckily, it wasn't her face that he was most interested in looking at anyway. Between gawking at Brenda's tits and Xania's body fuck, Alan was nearly delirious with arousal. He was finally forced to call a break to the game so he could have another strategic break.

Xania hopped off of Alan, pretending great relief in stopping. She joined all the other women helping themselves to snacks and drinks in the kitchen.

Alan, though, just remained sitting, catching his breath and trying to think unarousing thoughts so his penis could have a break from its near constant stiff state. Knowing all the women in the kitchen and exactly what they looked like, he failed to calm down.

The game resumed. But Alan, still on a hair-line trigger to keep from cumming, knew things had to change if he was going to last for the whole game. He asked Xania to calm down her penis tending to very mild penis stroking instead of all out body rubbing. 

She did. 

But that didn't help his overwhelming urge to cum very much, thanks to one of the earlier rule changes. Every few minutes, another woman would walk up to Alan and present him with a side of their body so he could remove their clothes. Since there were so few items of clothes to begin with, he dealt almost entirely with asses, pussies, and tits. After taking off each item of clothing, he'd spend a long time fondling. As the women weren't allowed to finger themselves, they were extremely grateful for his touch, and he generally set them off like firecrackers.

Meanwhile, for the longest time Alan had been obeying the rule that one couldn't touch another unless the card hands allowed it. Mostly, he did this for fear that too much groping would cause him to go over the edge. But then Susan won a dare and dared Alan to fondle Xania's breasts. 

Alan continued playing the card game, with one hand holding his cards and his other hand groping Xania's E-cups. What made things extra fun for him was the way she protested, with almost, but not quite, over-the-top comments like, "Well, I never!" "How dare you!" "Don't take advantage of a drunk woman," and "Stop that right now!" Even her grunts and moans were extra sexy because of the way she made it sound like she was being violated against her will. Both she and Alan shared a secret, and keeping the secret made it all that much more fun.

Once Alan started fondling Xania's tits, his hands began venturing all over her body except when another woman was presented to him for more clothing removal. He spent much of his time fingering her clit or pussy. 

Xania continued to protest, saying things like, "Won't your raging hormones ever calm down?" "Haven't you had enough of me?" "No! Please, I beg, no more clit!" and "There? Touch me anywhere but there! Don't put your fingers inside me!"

She also made comments that sounded more like psychological advice, such as, "Susan, I think you're far too permissive. You're giving Alan a complete run of the place, and of your bodies. And now my body! It's like I've become some kind of sexual plaything for- Oh!" The "oh" was because Alan chose that moment to stick a finger up Xania's ass. She responded to that with, "I'm afraid Alan has an anal fixation." He put his fingers in Xania's mouth, and she exclaimed, "He has an oral fixation, too!" Then he put his fingers back up her pussy, and she cried out even more desperately, "And he especially has a cuntal fixation!"

The new word "cuntal" got a lot of laughs. The other women, even Brenda, took Xania's "suffering" in stride because they'd all been in her shoes already.

Alan soon won his second dare. He announced, "This is going to be an unusual dare. Sis, I order you to do whatever you'd like to Mom's tits, and keep doing it. The unusual part is that you can't stop. If you have to stop for whatever reason, which I imagine will be when you have to get up to change or to perform another dare, you have to assign someone else to take over. Just as I have various girls acting as penis tenders all night, Mom is going to have a tit tender."

Needless to say, Susan was delighted. She knew this was the fulfillment of Alan's promise earlier in the evening to "punish" her by having her passed around to all the other women. 

Katherine got right on her task, and began licking and sucking. Unlike Alan's penis tending, there was no reason to go slow or hold back, so Susan's extremely sensitive tits got her very aroused very quickly.

Xania pointed out as Katherine began, "Susan, I recall reading that one could induce lactation by prolonged stimulation of the nipples. Yours are going to be stimulated for hours. I should warn you that if you do this night after night, you're liable to lactate."

Susan already knew that, and had been secretly hoping that would happen sooner or later. She said, "Xania, you don't have to warn me. I'd love it! My only concern is if Alan wants it." She looked significantly at her son.

All Alan said was, "Sis, you heard my dare. Please go to it." He turned and smiled at Susan.

Susan appeared about to burst, unable to deal with his enigmatic response. 

So he clarified, "Mom, what son wouldn't love to get a glass of mother's milk straight from the source? That said, it sounds like a ton of fun in the short term, but it could be difficult in the long term. We've got to talk about what you want exactly and how feasible it is, but right now we have a game to play. Okay?"

Susan got up, crossed the room, and gave him a big hug. "Oh, Alan! You're open to the idea!" She went back to Katherine and dramatically presented her tits by thrusting them out at her. "Come on, Angel, let's get started. Really give those nipples a good work out!" For the rest of the evening she acted as if she expected to start lactating at any moment.

Xania meanwhile continued with her penis tending. After a while she thought to herself, This penis tending is for the birds. I've been stroking and stroking until my hands are ready to fall off, and what do I have to show for it? Nothing. I have to admit that I've never enjoyed a mere handjob so much, but I want some of that sweet cum. Alan's so close - I just need to do a little more to push him over the edge. 

She began rubbing her body all over his again. But now both of them were completely naked so there was a lot more skin to skin contact. She tried every trick she could thick of to get him to cum.

All the while, she pretended she was reluctant. Without the unfashionable glasses, she looked like the soft core porn actress that she was. With them, no matter what she was doing, she looked like the unknowingly sexy but heavily repressed librarian type. She reminded herself that all she had to do was keep frowning instead of smiling, and the others would still think that she was unwillingly suffering through the experience.

But even Alan's great stamina had limits. Xania was convinced he would blow at any second. She stroked faster and faster. 

However, Alan sensed the same thing. He suddenly stood up and lurched his way across the room, looking like someone just kneed him in the balls. "Break time!" he gasped.

There was a collective groan from everyone else in the room, but the women got up and went to the kitchen for more drinks. Alan eventually recovered enough to get a drink for himself as well.

Only Xania was left in her seat, stewing in frustration. Damn! Double damn! I was so close! How many of these god-damned breaks can he take?! Can he last all night with one erection? What happened to the six times a day? I want my times out of those! 

CHAPTER 8

After ten minutes, the game resumed. Xania resumed her penis tending, but at a more languid pace. She gave up trying to make him cum since he was nowhere near an orgasmic fever pitch after the long break. 

Alan had calmed down enough to fully engage in the game again. As a result, he got on a winning streak. For his second dare, he ordered Brenda to stuff a vibrator up his mother's pussy, just to make sure that Susan wouldn't call the game off for any reason, like she did the week before. 

Brenda was a quick learner. She had Susan hold her butt up as Suzanne made her do the week before, and she then took a long time pushing the dildo in and out and rubbing her hands all over Susan's butt and crotch before finally announcing the insertion job was done. She faced a lot of jokes from all the others about her opposition to lesbianism, as it was clear now that she was getting into girl on girl action as much as anybody. There was also quite a lot of cowbell ringing, and it kept going from the moment Susan had the vibrator to contend with.

Suzanne called for the game to continue, but Brenda didn't hear the call. She was having too much fun continually plowing the dildo in and out of Susan's pussy. Suzanne repeated in a firm tone, "Brenda, the game. Can you hear me? Come back to the game, now."

"Yes, Anna." Brenda muttered. She finally stopped moving the dildo and turned back to the table.

"Who's Anna?" Suzanne asked.

Brenda got very red. "Sorry. Um, that's my mother's name."

Suzanne thought for a moment. "Brenda, is your mother cute and big-titted like you are?"

Brenda blushed even more and placed a hand on her pussy lips. It seemed that even the mention of her mother was making her incredibly aroused. "Yes, she is. She was. She passed away when I was a teenager." As soon as she got back to the table she began frigging herself, imagining the others couldn't tell because her hands were below the table edge. But everyone could easily figure it out from her arm motions.

A light bulb went off in Suzanne's head. She spoke her thoughts. "Hmm. I think I understand now why you said you disliked lesbianism so much but actually enjoy it so much. And why you're attracted to other big-titted women like Susan and me. And one reason why the idea of incest with your son turns you on so much. It all fits!"

Xania was fascinated, and followed up on the idea with Brenda. "You have an intense, unrequited lust for your mother. It was buried deep down, but now it's all coming out. You see Susan and Suzanne as mother replacements. Now you see that you can fulfill your mother fantasies, don't you? Isn't that right?"

"Yes!" Brenda cried out confessionally. Her hand meanwhile was working on her clit and pussy like never before. "It's true!"

Xania continued calmly, in complete contrast to Brenda's desperate gasps. "But why your intense feelings for Alan?"

Brenda gasped, "My mother... She... She... She was strict. Control... Controlling... Dom... Do-Dominating... Headed family... And Adrian..."

Suzanne took up the idea. "So. You see Alan as the head of this family, and want him to dominate you?"

Brenda nodded frantically while attacking her privates.

Suzanne added, "And it seems her feelings for her own son Adrian are tied up with Alan somehow. Is that right?" Brenda was too involved in an impeding orgasm to coherently answer, but Suzanne thought the frantic wobbling of Brenda's head was an attempt at a nod. "Xania, when we first met her Brenda had completely repressed all this, and even denied being attracted to women in the slightest degree. Now it's all come exploding out of her in the past couple card games. No wonder her feelings are so intense."

Xania calmly agreed while slowly fondling Alan's erection. "I'd guess no one in her adult life ever tried to sexually dominate her and release all these buried feelings. Alan, it seems the more you push her around, the more she's going to lust after you."