6 Times a Day

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They sized each other up. Both clearly had sex on the brain and were ready to fuck each other senseless.

Alan was weary after another day's exhausting sexual activity. The party with Brenda was one of the most incredible sexual events to happen to him yet, which was saying a lot, considering everything else that had happened. He was fairly certain that this was the time he would finally get to fuck Aunt Suzy. He didn't know if he was up for it so soon after everything with Brenda, either mentally or physically, but the possibility was so thrilling that he psyched himself up as best he could.

Suzanne was crazy with desire to fuck. The evening with Brenda had felt to her like the greatest, most prolonged foreplay ever. She was so aroused that she felt it had to happen this very evening. But there was one thing that held her back from finally doing it immediately: fear that Susan was listening in. Susan's eavesdropping at Alan's door had become so common that it was almost comical. Suzanne figured that the way she'd taken over from Susan, the odds were excellent that the sexually-frustrated mother would be right outside the door, waiting for her chance to have a very thorough goodnight "kiss."

So first Suzanne had to know if the coast was clear. As she'd just entered the room, she decided to stall for a couple of minutes to see if Susan would come by to spy or not. She walked over to Alan and said, "Hey, Mister Pussy-tamer, can you put me in the mood with a little bit of tongue?"

He was quite surprised, but then realized that didn't mean they wouldn't fuck; she was just asking for foreplay. He sensed this was big, because she rarely let him do much with her pussy. Keeping to his usual "don't say anything stupid to ruin the mood" strategy, he said, "Uh, yeah. Sure."

She sat up on her heels on his bed and let him lick. She was impressed - he did it with gusto, much better than ever before. She could tell he'd had considerably more practice since his last attempt with her.

He lapped at her with his tongue, probing her inner reaches. He now knew just how to work her clit, teasing her little nub almost continuously without ever taking her over the edge.

Suzanne

After a few minutes of letting him do all the work while she just leaned back onto some throw pillows, she said, "You're really getting good at that. Has anyone told you that yet? How did you get so good since our last time?"

He paused for a short rest. "Thanks. I've been learning in school. Isn't that what we go to school for - to learn things?"

Suzanne laughed. "In school? They're doing practical sex ed now? And to think I had to waste my time with less useful stuff like reading and writing."

"That's not what I mean," he complained. "You know I'm getting help at school too, 'cos you check my chart."

"Ah yes. The mysterious extra checkmark or two every day. Your mother and I have speculated many times during our morning exercises over what that really means. So who has it been all this time? I hope you're not risking it there with your sister."

"No. You know me; I try to be at least somewhat prudent. I can't tell you who it is."

"Ooooh! The mystery deepens! Hmmm. Just how far have you gone with this Lady X figure? Has this teacher of yours taught you how to sixty-nine?"

"We haven't done that yet, surprisingly enough. But how did you know she's my teacher?"

Suzanne grinned victoriously as her thoughts raced ahead of her words. "A-ha! A clue! I was using teacher generically, in the sense of one who teaches, but I'm glad I did. Let's see... Which teacher could you possibly be doing it with? That's easy. Ms. Rhymer is one lucky broad."

An alarmed Alan cried out, "Hey! How did you know that?!"

"Duh! Now you've completely given it away, silly boy. You've only had a crush on her for years now. And how many other young female teachers do you have this semester, much less teachers up to your exacting standards of beauty? That was a no-brainer. It's a lucky thing you don't have more young female teachers because, knowing your way with women, we'd never get you home after school."

She pondered this latest development. So Sweetie's getting it on with Gloria Rhymer! Wow! I suppose all this non-stop sexual success at home has made him bold at school too. He's hardly the same boy he was a month ago, not when it comes to sex. That is very, very significant, because I know he has strong feelings for her. But I'll have to put the issue aside and consider it some more later.

Hiding her concern, she asked casually, "But why are we sitting here talking when we can be doing more fun things?"

He was still bummed at revealing his secret about Glory. "Will you keep that a secret? I mean, normally I'd tell you anything important, but it's super important to her that I don't tell a soul. She could really get in trouble with having an affair with a student."

Suzanne primly replied, but with a smile, "And I could really get in trouble with having an adulterous affair with the teenage son of my best friend. Of course I'll keep it a secret. Sweetie, I want you to think of me as your closest, most trusted friend. I won't even tell your mom if you don't want me to. Though of course she's bound to find out sooner or later. Tell me, does she or anyone else around here know already?"

He reluctantly admitted, "Actually... Amy does."

Suzanne was startled. "Amy?! Really? How did that happen?"

"I don't know. She just kind of assumed, I guess. She knew about my long-time crush on Glory, and just sort of figured something had to happen there. She started talking to me about it and I stupidly confirmed it. Which, by that way, appears to be becoming a trend." He frowned in chagrin.

Suzanne raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Hmmm. Interesting." My Honey Pie is full of surprises. I've gotta give her kudos for that. "Does anyone know besides her?"

"No, and please, let's keep it that way. The more people who know, the greater the danger that that info could slip out to someone who shouldn't know. Mom and Sis will probably find out eventually, but I feel honor-bound to Glory to keep her secret as long as possible. So that means you need to keep completely mum too. Please don't mention a word of it to anyone, not even Amy."

Suzanne nodded. "Fair enough. I am miffed though. A while back, we had a serious talk and you promised me you'd tell me the names of all your lovers. I certainly don't remember you mentioning Ms. Rhymer!"

He slumped in shame. "I'm sorry. I really am. That was a very tough decision for me. I really, really wanted to tell you, but I felt that, to protect her and her job, I couldn't tell anybody. Including you, even. I mean, it's not the same as Heather or Kim or someone like that. The fact that she's my teacher... I mean..."

She reached out and ran a hand through his hair. "That's okay. I get it. And I can tell you were in a no-win situation there. But please tell me, in all honesty: are there any others I still don't know about?"

"No way! That's it! I swear! Hell, I don't even know how things happened with her. If it weren't for the fact that I've had an obvious crush on her for the past two years, plus some kind of weird, unlikely events..."

"Those seem to happen to you a lot these days, don't they?" She chuckled. "But that's okay; you can tell me the story some other time. Out of curiosity though, tell me: are you fucking Ms. Rhymer yet?"

"Unfortunately, not yet. Just like you and Mom, she'll only let me go so far, but won't let me actually fuck her. It's so frustrating!"

"Oh, you poor, poor boy," Suzanne said half-sarcastically. "You're just like so many teenage boys with a large harem of women who spend too much time sucking their cocks and not enough time fucking them. I think I saw a sad TV movie on that very topic the other day."

His dick pricked up at the mention of "large harem of women." He thought, A-ha! She confirms it! I DO have a harem. Maybe she's being a bit flip using that word, but what other word is there? I'll bet that she doesn't see herself as one of my sex... maidens, though. She puts herself in a special category, and rightfully so. I can't imagine bossing her around. He felt very awkward using the term "sex maidens" but he didn't know what else to use since he was unwilling to think of Suzanne as some kind of sex servant.

But he tried to play it cool, so he answered, "Very cute. But it is a real frustration. It's like you get so close but are still so far. It's like... you go with a woman to the beach and she lets you put it in her pussy, but then you have to take it back out again. And that's it. Three days later, still no nookie."

Suzanne laughed. "Who might you be talking about now?" She knew full well that he was referring to her.

"Um, Aunt Suzy, what's with all this talking and foreplay? I was kind of hoping that we could, you know..."

She grinned. "Sweetie, are you suddenly afraid to use the word 'fuck' with me? What's with your bashfulness?"

He blushed a little, which was very unusual for him. Then he spoke sincerely. "I don't know. I'm sorry. I get so confused. What's allowed? How aggressive can I be? Should I be more aggressive? I don't understand what women want. Lately, I'm trying to be more considerate, you know, like listening more, and pleasing others more."

"Sweetie, I really appreciate the effort, and the nice tongue work. But have some balls too! Don't be so accepting of the rules. Don't always wait for me to tell you what you can do. Try pushing your luck more often. Look at the four main women in your life. Could we be any more willing? When I came in this room, you should have been all over me. I should have had to fight you off, if I wasn't ready to fuck you right away."

She decided enough time had passed, and either Susan would be at the door, or not. So she said, "Let's try this again. I'll pretend I'm coming in again, and you act more aggressively."

She walked to Alan's door and put her ear to it. But she couldn't hear any heavy breathing. She didn't know if that was because Susan (or Katherine) wasn't there, or if there was an eavesdropper who just hadn't gotten really aroused yet. So she said, "I'm going to open the door and come back in." She waited a few moments, then opened the door a crack. She heard the sound of high heels scurrying across the carpeted hallway and caught a quick glimpse of Susan ducking into the bathroom right across the hall.

Fuck! Foiled again. Susan will be back before long, I'll bet. Looks like I do have to behave, somewhat.

Suzanne hurried back to Alan's bed, knowing that she could talk to him briefly before Susan returned to the door. "Sweetie, I'm afraid we have company. A certain big-titted mommy is listening in, that horny bit-, uh that horny big sneak. The fact is, I want to fuck you as bad as you want to fuck me, but we can't do it with her there."

Alan was devastated.

Suzanne was nearly as disappointed. She explained further, more quietly now, "I don't care much anymore if she finds out; it's something that she needs to know is going on so she can get used to it happening in her house. But I don't want our first fuck to be interrupted by some angry scene. I just about stole your dick straight from her mouth a few minutes ago, so she'd be particularly pissy about that, not to mention this meeting with the psychologist that's coming up. The thing is, I want our first time to be perfect. That means that you and I are going to go to a private place and do it right, where we can scream to our hearts' content. So no more mention of any of this tonight, okay? She'll be back soon, if she isn't trying to overhear our quiet whispering already."

"Okay," he answered, only halfheartedly trying to keep his voice down. He thought to himself, I'm too fucking understanding sometimes. I should just say, "No, it's not okay," and fuck her like a raging beast. I'm just too agreeable and polite. If I've really got a harem, I need to take charge, and even take charge of Aunt Suzy. I love her, but both she and I would love it even more if I were more assertive. She just said so herself.

Man, what a shame... Wouldn't it be great if we fucked like rabbits with Mom pounding on the door, trying in vain to get us to stop? Dang, that would be seriously hot! But I just can't stand to see Mom get that upset, though.

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Meanwhile, Susan hustled to her bedroom with Brenda's gift in hand. It was a long box, thoroughly covered in wrapping paper.

As soon as she sat on her bed, she ripped the paper off and opened it up. To her great surprise, it was a flesh-colored vibrator. There was a hand-written note included.

Susan picked it up and read it:

Dear Susan,

I hope you're opening this in private when I'm not around, or we'll both probably die of embarrassment. I'm so grateful for all you've done for me. I can tell you were a bit reluctant about me being suddenly thrust into your life lately, but already I feel like we've bonded and become true friends. I hope you feel the same.

I wanted to get you something special to show how much your help has changed my life in wonderful ways. I consulted with Suzanne and told her money was no object. I was thinking something big and expensive, but she told me this is what you'd want most: a vibrator replica of Alan's cock! I won't say how it was done, but thanks to Suzanne's help, I was able to have this made to his EXACT shape and size! It even has his veins in the right places, as I'm sure your tongue will appreciate. Check out the controls at the bottom. There are all sorts of options. It's very high-tech.

I know it's your great desire to be his favorite personal cocksucker. With this, you can practice your technique to perfection much better than on those bananas and cucumbers you've been using. Enjoy!

Sincerely, Brenda

Susan held the vibrator up in front of her face, staring at it with wide-eyed wonder. She'd been wanting a dildo or vibrator for a few weeks now, but she'd been too embarrassed to buy one on her own. So, already, the gift was highly appreciated. But she was over the moon with joy when she read that it was an anatomically-correct model of Alan's penis.

Oh my goodness! What a WONDERFUL gift! I can't think of anything I'd want more. Other than the real thing, of course, but that's not always available.

She held it in her hand, marveling at how every vein and bump matched her sensory memory. Then she took a tentative lick. Of course the vibrator was made of some slightly flexible rubbery substance that didn't taste like skin, but she was so horny from everything else that happened that she could let that slide.

Wasting no time, she engulfed the bulbous knob in her mouth. MMMM! Just like the real thing! Oh my gosh! I'm going to have SO MUCH FUN with this! And it'll help me become a better personal cocksucker, just as she said. I'll be able to increase my stamina and work on my tricky moves, and so much more. This could even help me with learning how to deep throat. Best. Gift. EVER!

She leaned back onto a pillow, closed her eyes, and drifted off into fantasy land. She kept one hand thrusting the vibrator in and out of her mouth while her other hand rubbed her clit.