Six Times a Day Pt. 34

Susan pulled her station wagon onto a larger road and said in a sad but resolute voice, "Sure, Tiger. I understand completely. This will be a good test for me to be more responsible. ... But can't I just suck your cock a little, here and there? You don't want to go completely cold turkey, do you? How about those stealth strokings? We can all help you with that and you won't even notice us. Just like we did yesterday morning. That was pretty successful, wasn't it?"

She continued with growing vigor, "Oh! And the Boy Scout trip! Remember that, coming up this weekend? You have to keep your six average up, and then some." She paused, and then laughed. "You see, there's my lust talking again."

Alan considered that while he looked at all the cars go by. He imagined the looks on the faces of the other drivers if they could hear his mother's words. He looked back at his mother, looking at him calmly and serenely, dressed like any other mother driving her kids to school, and not looking anything whatsoever like a someone who'd just pleaded with her son for permission to suck his cock some more.

Alan somehow kept his head from exploding at all the weirdness, and said calmly in return, "Lust is good. By all means, don't kill the lust. And yeah, that idea's okay, but just a little please, scouting trip or not. Tell Suzanne too, now, that it's stealth stroking only today, so she'll get used to the idea. It's going to have to be like this for the next few days I'm afraid; at least through Friday. I was so irresponsible yesterday. Things went a bit overboard."

He thought for a moment then said, "Actually, you and Suzanne with your morning exercise and nude sunbathing routine - why don't you two sate all your sexual urges with each other today while we're at school? Then I might actually get some work done. Same goes for you, Sis. Now that lesbian lovemaking is such the popular thing around the house, get your ya-ya's out with Amy and everyone else so you'll all be too tired to even touch me. I'm desperate. Seriously! I have a TWENTY page paper due this Friday, and that's just one thing I have to do before then."

They all agreed to that plan. Remarkably, they arrived at school right on time thanks to Susan's fast driving.

Susan typically dropped them off at the same street corner whenever she drove them to school. But as the car got near that spot, Alan said to the other two like a character in a spy movie, "Don't turn your heads and keep driving, Mom. Keep driving!"

Susan kept driving. "I can drop you off around the corner. How's that?"

"Fine." Alan slunk down in his seat some.

"What is it?" Susan asked.

"It's Heather. She was standing there looking at the cars even while everyone else was hurrying to class, and when she saw ours she started forward. Obviously she wants to talk to me about something, but I just can't deal with that right now. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not good."

Susan's car quickly rounded the corner and she parked the car. "Okay, here you are. Tiger, you'll have to tell me about your Heather problems later. I'm sure you'll put that big-titted bitch in her place and make your mommy proud. Good luck you two, in everything you do. Love you both. Kisses!"

Her kids received chaste kisses and then they hurried off to class.

As Alan ran to his class, he thought, How can it possibly get more intense every single day? But it does. I pray to God that I'll make it alive to see midnight, given that it's a Tuesday. Geez! That's almost not an exaggeration! Starting right now, I'm turning a corner. No cheerleaders any more. I'm gonna cancel the next S-Club meeting even though Kim has been such a great host.

Stealth stroking. Homework. Rest. That's it. Make it to Friday and then give my mom the fucking of her life as my reward for being good. Now there's a motivational prize worth working for!

Speaking of fucking my mom, I just have to tell someone that I fucked her in the ass! But who can I tell? I wish I had even one male friend who knows all my sexual secrets. ... Hey, I know! I can tell Amy. She's the one person I can tell who's more likely to be happy for me and won't get all psycho and jealous. I can't wait to find her! God, I love Amy! ... And Mom. And Sis. And Suzanne. And Glory. And...

CHAPTER 4

Alan could look forward to a sexual rest of sorts, thanks to the school day. But for Susan, the sexual pace was much more relentless.

As per usual, Suzanne came over not long after all their kids had left for school. She'd brought something special to wear in a bag, but walked right past the underwear cabinet without changing into it.

She found Susan in her bedroom and stood there admiring her for a few minutes, until Susan noticed her friend's presence.

Susan was once again dressed in the French maid uniform she'd worn earlier. That was helping her reminisce as she mentally reenacted the anal fucking Alan had given her earlier in the morning. She frantically fingered her asshole on her bed while rhythmically rocking her hips.

She was having such a good time that she found it hard to stop for Suzanne, but at long last she managed to get up and properly greet her friend.

"God, you look so hot," Suzanne said between long kisses. "Just let me change first, and then we can really get down to business. Let's play dress up!"

Suzanne quickly threw her clothes off, and then, instead of staying naked, pulled out the change of clothes from the bag she had brought and put them on. It was a full, formal businesswoman's suit, but she opened up the front to expose her chest somewhat, and pulled down the pants to expose her pussy.

While Suzanne was changing, Susan commented, "By the way, Alan actually ORDERED us to play with each other until we're completely exhausted so he can do his homework later without interruption. What do you think about that? Isn't that great?"

Suzanne was surprised. "He did? That is great, although that was my plan anyway." Susan laughed, but Suzanne thought, Too true. That really WAS my plan, though it was to get Susan too tired for intercourse with Alan and had nothing to do with his homework. But it's amazing sometimes how my schemes just seem to take care of themselves. She finished changing and stood up straight to show herself off.

Susan took one long admiring look and then began cupping her friend's pussy and boobs. "Nice! Very nice! I like the easy access to the best parts." She wasted no time in starting to finger fuck Suzanne. She was a bit puzzled though why her friend had put on so much clothing.

"Look who's talking! You've got even better access," Suzanne replied, as she took advantage of Susan's open maid outfit to play with her friend's butt and suck her tits.

"I'll bet Alan really went for your look this morning," Suzanne added between sucks, wiggling her eyebrows.

"You don't know the half of it!" Susan said excitedly. "He was so turned on he literally couldn't control himself! As soon as saw me, he attacked me like a wild man, and fucked me in the ass. The ass! It was so hot and intense, and it's all thanks to you!"

Susan added that last part because Suzanne was the one who had gone out to the sex shop and bought the maid outfit. Susan, for all her slutty sucking and licking at home, really hated to do that type of shopping because she found it too embarrassing.

"You'll have to tell me all about it," Suzanne said while licking Susan's neck.

Susan explained, "It was sooo good. But what's weird is that I totally get off on this outfit, too. I just love the idea of serving my son, and this is the perfect service uniform. Look at me: I'm so horny that I can't stop fingering myself everywhere even though my cunt is so incredibly sore and sensitive. And my ass! Oh God, I can't even tell you how sore it feels. Now I know what Alan's penis must feel like sometimes after it gets overworked. Yet if I even start to think about sucking his cock, my hands start groping and it's all over."

Suzanne was a bit taken aback by Susan's intense ardor. "Wow. I'm already a bit bummed I didn't keep that uniform for myself. It seems Alan is really into costumes and role playing. Speaking of which, take another look at my outfit." Suzanne leaned back to show herself off.

Susan licked her lips. "Mmmm, I think I will. If there's one thing that can take my mind off of Alan's big ass defiler, it's these babies." She got up and starting sucking Suzanne's tits.

"But where have I seen this ensemble before?" Susan asked herself out loud about Suzanne's garb between sucks. "Wait a minute! It's what the psychologist Xania wore the other day!"

"Now you get it. I thought we could play psychologist and patient."

"You're really twisted. I like it! Where did you get it? And how did you even know what she was wearing?" Susan's mouth latched onto one of Suzanne's nipples while she rolled the other nipple with her fingers.

"It was real easy. I called up Xania and asked her what she wore for your session. She even pointed me to the right store so I could buy an exact duplicate."

In actual fact, it was the very same outfit Xania had worn when Susan visited her. Suzanne had bought it for Xania to make her look more professional and then taken it back for use in this kind of role play.

Suzanne further said, "I thought it would be fun if we could do a little role play where I play the psychologist and you play the patient. You could tell me all about your unnatural lust for your children...."

Susan mumbled as she suckled, "I like it! And...?"

"And I could offer some unorthodox therapy. For starters, you could suckle my nipples to calm your mood. Unfortunately, we can't move up to that 'cos you're doing it already. But I don't want to give the rest of the plan away. And you have to admit Xania is pretty hot." Suzanne preened, stretching out like a cat as she pretended that she was Xania.

"Yeah, she's very much like you, when it comes to your body. Except I think you've got even bigger tits."

"I do, Susan, I do. Heh-heh. Though it's a close call. Would you like to suckle on her nipples if you saw her again?"

"Oh yes!"

"So would I. She's a hottie. And smart as a whip. Would you like to lick her box too?" Suzanne asked this while ostentatiously licking her lips.

"Definitely. I think licking out a woman is almost as much fun as getting licked out myself. I love the smell. But only if I can grope her boobs too. I'm realizing that I'm a very boob-focused person, and a rack like Xania's must be treasured and constantly fondled until it squirts out all its milky goodness." Susan grabbed and squeezed her own tits as she said this, as if a good squeeze could cause her milk to flow.

"Fair enough. But remember, I'm Xania now. Tell me all about your unnatural desire for Alan while I let you nurse from me."

"Oh doctor, it's bad. I want Alan to fuck me up the ass lots more. Just like he did this morning." Susan resumed sucking a nipple each time she stopped talking.

"Is that all?"

"Of course not. That's just for starters. I want Katherine to kiss me and ram a big dildo up my cunt while Alan takes my ass from behind. I want to be in the middle when my children give me a fuck sandwich!"

Suzanne played dumb. "Hmm. This ramming with dildos. I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean. Let's go to your bed and you can show me what you mean exactly, so I can make a proper diagnosis. Can one eat this 'fuck sandwich' of yours?"

"No, but don't worry, I'll show you something you can eat. It's hot and dripping and conveniently located between my legs."

"Ah. All this psychology is hard work and works up my appetite. I could use a snack. I like hot sandwiches."

"I warn you, Xania, you might find more than a few hairs in your meal." Susan chuckled at herself, pleased that she was developing an ability to make sexual jokes.

"Ah. Well, I'll do anything to help with your diagnosis."

"Suzanne, I mean Xania, I don't know if we should," Susan said as she practically attacked her friend's body. She asked facetiously, "Don't you think we should do important, responsible stuff? Pay bills? Vacuum? Do the dishes? Or would you rather I stick a big dildo in you? Wouldn't that be a violation of the rules?" She'd completely forgotten her earlier resolve to be more responsible, and in fact now mocked the idea.

"I vote for the dildo. And I think we need a rewrite of the rules. As your doctor, I prescribe an extra dose of fucking every day with your friend Suzanne." As Suzanne said this she giddily jumped into Susan's big bed and pulled Susan down with her.

The first thing Susan did was fuck Suzanne in the ass with a big strap-on dildo, trying to experientially demonstrate her encounter with Alan earlier. It was the first time she'd seen a strap-on before, much less used one.

Then they switched roles, and Suzanne fucked Susan in her very sore ass. Except she used a hand held dildo instead of a strap-on because she didn't want to lessen the impact of Alan fucking her by getting her used to a strap-on first.

They were still in their costumes, more or less, and Suzanne tried her best to continue with the psychologist role play, but they were too busy moaning to have much of a conversation. It was a good thing Susan lived in such a big house with large yards and few neighbors, because the way they screamed together as they reached climax would normally have inspired neighbors to call the police.

After the mutual ass pounding, they took a shower together, rested up a bit, and stayed naked. Then they went downstairs to the homemade basement gym to do their morning work out.

The work out took twice as long as usual, because while one woman would pump her body back and forth on a machine, the other woman would generally lick or finger the pussy of the one exercising, depending on the access the equipment allowed. On some machines they were limited to sucking and twisting nipples.

But all this sex play was tiring, and the workout took the last of their energy. They both went back to Susan's bed and fell asleep for an hour or so.

CHAPTER 5

As soon as Susan and Suzanne woke up, they were ready for still more sexual playing around.

They went out to the backyard pool and did another hour of nude sunbathing. As usual, they sat beneath umbrellas and wore so much sunscreen that they weren't likely to get any tan at all, but it had become part of their daily routine, and another excuse to get (or stay) naked and play with each other's bodies. They were still sexually drained, relatively speaking, but not so drained that they both didn't continue to pleasure themselves with dildos. Susan started out in something of a philosophical mood.

"You know, Suzanne," she said as she idly pushed a dildo in and out of her pussy, "I've been living a complete life of denial. Not just my sham marriage with my husband. I was taught to be modest, and I've always denied just how beautiful I am. I've covered myself up with heavy, binding bras, loose fitting shirts and sweaters, and nerdy glasses. On and on. No matter how many guys tried to hit on me or compliment me, I've never admitted to myself that I'm beautiful. But I am, aren't I?"

"You're so beautiful it frightens me," Suzanne said. "I've only let my feelings about you truly flow lately. But now, just thinking about you, I lose all interest in men. You even make me forget about Alan sometimes. You have a complete hold over me."

"Thanks! I feel the same, minus the Alan part."

They both laughed at that.

Susan continued, "I'm glad I'm getting down to my true feelings and overcoming all my pathetic denials. I've been living in denial of my big tits, in particular. I can't count how many times guys have asked to photograph me, offering me money even, saying I should be in Hollywood, yada yada yada. And it's the same with you, I know. Maybe us really big-busted women, maybe we flock together for protection. I'm still scared about all that attention from strangers, but around the house it feels so great to just let those fears go and flaunt it! Don't you think? Like, I could never go back to wearing clothes all the time again. Could you?"

In response to all this boob talk, Suzanne began rubbing suntan lotion on her own boobs, and sucking her nipples. "No. You feel like that too? It's like you're reading my mind. I've been in denial too, but I think I've just been more subtle about it. For instance, I've denied my true feelings towards you for years even though I was supposed to be the sexually liberated one. I was much more sexually active than you, but in retrospect I feel like I was dead until Alan started his treatment. The sex was all with people I didn't even really like, which made it feel so terribly shallow and hollow. Now I feel so free, so alive and everything in my life feels good! A happy woman is a freshly fucked woman."

"Yes! Exactly! That's exactly how I'd describe my life too," Susan said enthusiastically. She continued to push a dildo in and out of herself, but in a very languid and relaxed manner. "It's like I'm just starting to live. I too have to admit my true nature. I'm a goddess of beauty who deserves to fuck and to be fucked. It's what I'm made for. God gave me big boobs so they could be constantly manhandled. Or womanhandled, nudge nudge, hint hint."

Suzanne reached up from her prone position next to Susan and began playing with her friend's tits. "But Susan, listen. I know you've been in denial, and to be honest I kind of snickered a little bit when I saw how prudish you used to behave. But I've been in even greater denial, and my forms of denial are so insidious that I'm still completely caught up in it while you've nearly cured yourself of your prudishness."

Susan asked, "What on Earth are you talking about? You've always been the epitome of sexual liberation, what with all your affairs and everything."

"Yes, but I've never really completely let myself go. And you know what? Last night I completely let myself go. For the first time ever! I have to confess: I wanted to get fucked so bad by Alan that I couldn't take it anymore. When I went up to his room - you remember that? I begged and begged for him to well and truly fuck me, but still he said no. Finally I got down on my hands and KNEES and crawled around for his pleasure. I mean, I've been naked and crawling on my knees for Alan before, but this was different. Before, it was just role play, just fooling around. We both knew that. This time, I was a SLAVE! A slave to Alan and a slave to my needs! A slave to his cock! I crawled because I couldn't think of anything more abject to do to please him, but I would have done anything to get him to put it in me. And you know what?"

"What?" Susan asked breathlessly. She'd taken the dildo out of herself and put it in Suzanne instead. Suzanne meanwhile had done the same thing to her.

"After all that, he STILL said no! Does he have inhuman willpower or what?"

"He's so strong!" Susan said swooningly. "We can't compete! We can't resist!"

Normally that kind of language didn't affect Suzanne much. But even though Suzanne rationally knew that Alan was much luckier than he was extraordinary, she found herself completely agreeing with Susan's praises of him.

It took her a bit to gather her wits and continue, "So then I try to leave his room and go downstairs, but I'm so drunk with lust that I can barely walk. The air feels so thick with sex that it's like I'm suffocating inside a torrid sauna and I can't open the door to get out and save myself. I didn't really want to be saved! But that's just it, I was more aroused walking down that hallway, alone, than I've ever been in all my affairs. THAT'S the giving into my passions that you're so good at and I've never been able to do. I'm always holding back so I can keep my poise and stay in charge. But there I was, the proud and controlling Suzanne, down on my knees, begging for it! Can you picture that?"