Six Times a Day Pt. 02byspacer x©
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."
"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?"