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.