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?"