Six Times a Day Pt. 28

Alan stood up from his stool so his sister could finger fuck his ass as she fondled his balls and sucked his rod with every trick she knew.

She knew he was in a rush, so she tried to make sure he could get off sooner rather than later. She moaned and slurped so loudly that Susan wondered if she'd have to shout to be heard.

Susan continued to stand and stare. She found that she was unable to leave the room, even though she wanted to. She resolved to be good and not masturbate while watching. After all, she thought, this morning she was proving to herself that she had some self-control.

She found herself slowly slipping, literally. Her legs started to spread wider and wider, as if she was slowly doing the splits. Her hands began to wander across her body. She caught them drifting down below her belly button and kept them frozen there, just inches from the top of her dark brown bush.

But then she saw all the signs of Alan's impeding climax. Even from across the room, she could see his balls tighten and Katherine's lips speed their sliding along his thick rod. Within seconds her daughter's head was moving back and forth so frantically that it almost seemed like a blur.

But then, just as suddenly, Katherine's head came to a near stop. Her cheeks bulged and her whole head shook as if the force of Alan's seed was driving her head backwards.

Susan couldn't stop herself any more. She spread her legs even wider and began frigging her pussy with one hand. She brought her other hand to her mouth and stuffed four fingers in it, pushing them in and out as if they were Alan's erection. "Oh God, it's so hot! So hot! Suck him dry, Angel!"

Katherine's eyes rolled up in her head as she had a great orgasmic experience of her own at the same time Alan did.

Katherine found it easier to climax with each passing day. She loved giving blowjobs and couldn't understand how some women didn't like them at all. She loved the feeling of her mouth being completely stuffed to bursting with hot cock. She loved the power of making her brother cum, sometimes even when he'd used every control trick not to. But the kicker was that her own blowjob orgasms were always great. She'd learned that all she had to do was touch her clit at the height of a blowjob and she could get off in time with her brother. Then there was the reward of all the tasty cum to be consumed. She had truly come to love the taste more than the most delicious and sinful dessert imaginable.

Susan knew that delightful taste extremely well. It was the height of frustration for her to have to watch Katherine's cheeks puff in and out because she knew that meant the cum was being consumed by someone else. She could even watch the twitching in her daughter's throat as the cum passed down it. Her whole body fidgeted in frustration as Katherine ostentatiously gargled with Alan's cum and made contented purring sounds.

With Katherine's mouth still holding lots of her brother's cum, she tilted her head back so as not to lose and then managed to say, "Mom, I was listening to you. You mentioned something about punishments. That reminds me. You were supposed to get a spanking yesterday, but it didn't happen because Suzanne was gone all day. But we're not going to forget today. So look forward to that."

Susan gasped and meekly nodded. It was increasingly questionable just who was in charge of the family now - Susan or her children. Most particularly, Alan. Susan knew that he could order her about and she'd follow any command just so long as she got her daily cum fix. She was beyond horny all the time. It was only the fact that Alan was a loving and kind son that saved her from constant degradation and humiliation.

And he had no idea how easy it would be to fuck her in every hole any time he liked. He foolishly continued to believe that when she said no she really meant it.

Seeing Katherine continuing to swirl Alan's cum around in her mouth was more than Susan could take. She'd had a climax of her own and now she was having post-coital second thoughts.

She couldn't even wait to see her children out the door as she always did, not even to get her good-bye kisses. She hurried off to her room to mope about and worry. As far as she was concerned, the psychologist's appointment couldn't come too soon.

For once, Katherine was very happy. Alan had given her the loving attention that he had showered on Suzanne and Susan lately. Her only disappointment was that he'd woken a bit late and left for school early, so he'd only given up one morning load instead of the usual two.

CHAPTER 3

Lately, Alan had gotten good at arriving at school as late as possible to maximize the fun time at home. But he arrived fifteen minutes early because he had some burning questions for Glory. He rushed to her classroom and closed the propped open door behind him. He was glad to see than no other students had arrived yet.

Glory was grading papers behind her desk. She looked up in pleasant surprise to see him.

However, Alan was rather more muted in his affections because he was still miffed by the "Michelle incident" from the day before. He gave her a perfunctory smile, but otherwise tried not to show emotion. He said, "Morning, Glory. I gotta be quick before the other students come in. But I just had to ask you: was there really a Michelle in the closet yesterday? I still can't figure that out."

"No. There wasn't. I told you that already."

"You told me lots of things yesterday, and most of them were tricks and lies. How do I know you're being honest about this?"

She looked up at Alan with concern. "Young man, just what is up with you today? Are you still upset with the spanking?"

"Yes. It was very upsetting. You must have gotten a sense of how I felt when I spanked you at the end while you had the blindfold on. That blindfold was the killer."

"I have some sense now, yes. But maybe it wasn't the same, because you didn't know what was real, and I did. I'll say it again. I'm really sorry. And I swear on my grandfather's grave that there was no Michelle. Pretending and tricking during a role play is one thing, but I wouldn't lie to you now."

"If there was no Michelle, then whose voice was that on the tape recording? There's no way that was your voice."

"Sorry, that's a secret. I can't tell you, and you'll just have to trust me as to why."

"Glory! Argh! That's frustrating."

"I'm sorry about that too. It's nothing to worry about. Trust me on that. By the way, check this out." She walked to the closet in the corner of the room where Alan thought Michelle had been hidden. She opened the door, reached deep into a pile of junk, and pulled out some clothes. She held them up briefly and revealed them to be nun and priest outfits.

She grinned an infectious grin. "For lunch. Start your role play fantasizing." She closed the closet and returned to her desk.

"I don't think we should meet for lunch," he said rather petulantly.

"Oh, come on. Don't hold a grudge. How much more sorry can I be? I'm not going to do anything remotely like that to you ever again. Remember that I would do anything to make it up for you? Let me start today. Also, I only have a one day rental on these things, so this is your one chance to act out your nun fantasies."

Alan wavered and finally gave in. "Okay. You got me with the nun thing. But I can only be there twenty minutes at most. I have other people I'd like to spend time with. I'll see you later."

He was still very bitter and hoped that she would understand when he said, "I have other people I'd like to spend time with," he meant, "I'm going to be fucking other women during lunch instead of you." He wanted to upset her and make her jealous.

He left her classroom right as her first students started to knock on the door.

Alan now had three places he needed to be for lunch. He'd promised to finish off Janice's paint job and he also wanted to share lunch with his friends for a rare change. Because of his new commitment with Glory, he went and found Janice and Heather before school started and rescheduled his plans with them for after school. That way, he could spilt his lunch between his male friends and Glory. That also allowed him to put some time between being with the cheerleaders and Glory so he'd have some sexual energy for both.

At lunch, his friends Sean and Peter were so surprised to see him sit down with them at their cafeteria table that they made all kinds of jokes about his appearance. "He eats, Sean," Peter kidded. "Looks like he eats food to live, just like the rest of us."

In fact, Alan didn't eat much lunch any more. Between his time with the cheerleaders and Glory, on most days Alan was lucky if he could snarf down a fruit and a granola bar. He usually had a big snack made by his mother when he got home to make up for it.

"So to what do we owe this great honor?" Sean asked Alan sarcastically, even as he was pleasantly surprised by Alan's appearance. They all got out their lunches and began to eat.

"Well, you know I've got this job as a teacher's aide to Ms. Rhymer. She's giving me a bit of a break today."

"That's what you keep saying," Peter answered suspiciously, "but I saw you rushing over to Building One a couple of times." That was the building where the theater room the cheerleaders used was.

"Yeah, that's true." He had a prepared cover story for that, too. "Truth be told, I've been hanging out with the cheerleaders over there. That's where they're eating lately. Obviously being with my sister, but mostly so I can hang with Amy."

"Oh man! You're eating lunch with Heather?" Sean asked. His crush on Heather bordered on being an obsession.

"Yeah, sometimes. Not all the time." In fact, he'd yet to actually eat any food with the cheerleaders, but he knew the story would mesh with cheerleader sightings there too.

"Shit." Sean was impressed. He'd yet to speak more than a few words to his cheerleader goddess, ever. He was blissfully ignorant of what she was really like. "Can you invite me there too?"

"Well, I'd like to, but it's a private thing. Just between you and me, some of them light up and smoke pot. So they keep the circle small." That also made a good story, as all the cheerleaders did toke up from time to time except for Katherine and Amy, and Alan's friends already knew this.

"Fuck." Sean cursed while he seriously considered starting smoking pot if that would help him get nearer to Heather.

Peter, who wasn't quite as infatuated with Heather, butted in. "So what's this about Amy, then? Don't you see plenty of her at home? You were telling me that she's over at your place all the time. I can just imagine her hanging out by your pool in a string bikini. I hope you take full advantage of some nice views of her wide ass, you lucky dog."

"Hey, don't do too much imagining there!" Stifling the urge to be possessive, Alan continued in a calmer voice, "Actually, I have been seeing a lot of her. You see, we've been getting pretty close lately, and we've actually started going out."

A shocked silence followed. Finally Sean spoke. "Going out? As in, you and her are dating? For real?"

"Yeah. For real." Alan was a bit surprised how shocked his friends were, especially since the school was swirling with rumors of him some kind of mysterious sex stud. But then it occurred to him that because they knew him much better, they had a harder time changing their conceptions of him. Further, they barely were aware of how other peoples' perceptions in the school had been changing. Up until recently, Alan also had made no effort to pay attention to any school gossip.

But there was something in Alan's demeanor that removed all possibilities of kidding. Yet still they could help but express disbelief.

"Shit! No fucking way!" Sean exclaimed.

His two friends Peter and Sean babbled for a minute or two. As far as they knew, Alan was still a virgin and had never even kissed a girl. So they made a big deal about it.

Alan's momentary flash of indignation passed and he smiled at them in tolerant amusement. He felt like he'd matured several years in the last few weeks, and had a hard time relating to what he now saw as their immature ways. He knew they were virgins and had never kissed - only now did he realize just how nerdy his friends had been. Nonetheless, he still liked them very much, despite the growing gap between them.

He said, "I swear, it's true. We're going out." He looked around. Amy sat just a couple of tables away. He stared at her, caught her eye, and motioned her to come over.

Amy came bounding to the table. He smiled as he said to her, "Hey Aims. I've heard you have a new boyfriend. Is it true? Who's the lucky guy?"

She giggled. "You are, silly. You're the best!" She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. She looked at his friends and proudly announced, "Alan is my official boyfriend!" Then she skipped off.

Alan watched Amy return to her seat. As she sat back down with her friends, she turned to him and flashed him the peace sign while giving him a friendly smile.

Alan thought, Wow. Amy is just so endearing and lovable. I'm such a lucky guy. I need to spend more time with her. She's so eager. Definitely tonight, something's gonna happen. There's nothing stopping us from going all the way.

Sean and Peter meanwhile stared at their friend in wide eyed shock.

Alan turned to them and beamed a shy but proud grin. "So you can understand now why I've been completely missing these past weeks. I hate to say it, but if I have a choice between playing computer games with you guys and fondling that ass, I'll take the ass. Wouldn't you? Sorry I've had to keep it secret."

They nodded in understanding. Alan realized this would do wonders to squelch certain rumors, once the word spread. He was glad that this could help kill the (correct) idea that he and Glory were up to something. He was even gladder that this would kill the rumors that he had turned down offers for dates because he was gay.

He longed to tell them more about his sex life, much more. He wanted to have some kind of male confidant. The only problem was that his friends were so sexually inexperienced that it would be like trying to talk to a goat herder in the Sahara about snow. The idea of setting his friends up with some girls so they could better relate crossed his mind.

He decided to test the waters a little bit in confiding in them. "What's with all the gawking? Close your mouths before the flies get in. I mean, it's not like she's my first date. I've had sex lots of times."

"WHAT?!" Peter nearly shouted. "Okay, you go too far. I know Amy's like your childhood friend and everything. You set that up with her to play a joke on us, right? Right?!"

Alan looked at them sadly. "It's no joke. You'll see soon enough. Try talking to some people outside of your circle of friends. The fact that Amy and I are an item is public knowledge already."

He thought to himself, The way Amy came skipping by here, it seems so normal. I could almost convince myself that I'm just a normal guy with a normal girl next door girlfriend. Then he thought about his mother's "A" branding beach fantasy. If people only knew the truth, they'd throw us all in prison for sure!

The problem is, such a huge gaping chasm has opened between me and my friends in such a short time. Like Mom telling me this morning, "We live to guzzle your thick cum juice down our throats." How could I ever confide to ANYBODY about that kind of thing?! I guess the whole idea of having a confidant is a non-starter. Damn.

After Alan left, Peter stewed. "Sean, did you hear that? Just 'cos he has a girlfriend, now he thinks he's all better than us. 'Try talking to some people outside of your circle of friends.' Well, excuuuse me! That used to be your circle of friends too, Alan. Sheesh! No wonder we never see him at lunch. I guess we're not good enough for him any more."

Sean kept quiet, but he too was shocked and hurt by Alan's attitude. He felt like his friendship with Alan was slipping away.

CHAPTER 4

Alan left lunch after only about fifteen minutes. As much as he liked to talk to his friends, he much preferred to play with his teacher Glory.

When he arrived, after announcing himself through the door, he was surprised to see Glory let him in already dressed in a nun's habit. She wasted no time to get in the role. He wondered if this was to stifle further gripes about yesterday's spanking, but he didn't mind.

"Ah. Father Alan. Welcome to our humble convent. I trust the Lord has been guiding you and keeping you?"

"Um, hello, uh, Sister Gloria. Yes. All is well. And you?" He struggled to switch gears into priest mode. Calling her Gloria seemed like a natural thing to do, given her role.

She led him to the closet and pointed him to his priest garb. But when he dropped his shorts, Glory could see that his penis wasn't erect in the slightest. She determined to change that before they got started. She wore underwear in the hopes that they'd have fun when he took it off, but in a change of plan she slowly stripped then redressed so Alan could get in the mood.

She didn't put all of the clothes back on right away, but left her outer garment swathed around her loosely so her chest and crotch were strategically exposed. Then, as she posed shamelessly, she turned to Alan and said, "Here's a sneak preview of Sister Gloria when she gets a little naughty."

"Wow. You look like a sexy pin-up girl, except more nun-like."

That was a bit of a stupid thing to say, so they laughed about it.

Alan was aroused, but as Glory finished dressing, he grew somewhat regretful about his suggestion to play nun and priest. The problem was all the clothing. Glory was now completely covered in a black habit, except for a white brim across the front of her nun's shawl covering her head and a white bib-like cowl around her neck and upper chest. The only skin visible was her face and hands. Alan was similarly decked out in a stifling and heavy, long black robe with a white collar.

"Now, where were we?" Glory asked. "Father, you were saying you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yes I do want to talk, but let's not make it a habit," Alan joked. He made a rimshot sound as Glory groaned. "But seriously, let's get into our roles."

He stood back, stretched his body and limberly shook his head in every direction, like an actor psyching himself up before walking onto a stage.

"Okay," he said in a voice much deeper than his usual one. "Sister Gloria. Good to see you. How are you doing?" He walked formally toward her and bowed in respect. She bowed back.

"I'm well, Father. The Lord provides."

"Excellent. I came here because you had something for me to do?"

"Yes, Father. I'd like to make confession, and even though we don't have a confessional here, I was hoping you'd be able to listen to me in an informal manner."

"Yes," Alan responded sagely. "The Church of God is everywhere. Please sit down." They sat in classroom seats in front of Glory's desk and faced each other. "Now, what seems to be on your mind?"

"Well, Father, I... It's rather difficult to say. ... I've been having very sinful thoughts."

"Oh really?" He learned forward intently. "Do tell. In great detail."

She smiled at the "great detail," but then put on a very serious face. "Father, I've been having these ... urges. Sexual urges. In my mind I know it's wrong, but my body won't listen!"

"That's all right," he said as he took her hand in his. "It's perfectly natural, child. Please continue. How did it start?"

As though startled by the gesture, she immediately withdrew her hand and actually managed to make it tremble. "Oh, Father, I was hoping you wouldn't ask me that. It's very embarrassing. I'm afraid it started because of you."