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.