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.