6 Times a Day

'Someone' Special [Bonus Chapter] 6K words

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Susan wasn't lying about being horny nearly all the time lately. Far from being sexually satiated by the appointment with Akami, all the talk about sucking Alan off only left her even more ready for action.

Suzanne came over to the Plummer house minutes after Susan got back home. She was determined to continue to break down Susan's resistance to lesbian lovemaking while Alan and Katherine were in school.

Once again, the two busty mothers "practiced" French kissing at every opportunity.

First they had to do their daily exercises. Suzanne's plan was to keep the conversation focused on nonsexual things during their workout, saving the sexual play for when they began nude sunbathing.

As they were doing their warm-up stretches, Susan told her all about Alan's acute homework problem.

Despite the emphasis on the nonsexual, Susan couldn't keep her clothes on for long. She remembered how Suzanne had "forced" her to exercise in the nude yesterday (with the exception of a frame bra for support), and she rather hoped that would happen again. Mere minutes after they started their workout, she said, "I'm getting hot and sweaty. Do you mind if I just, kind of, get more comfortable?" Neither of them were even beginning to get sweaty yet.

Suzanne too found herself getting "more comfortable." The truth was, lately she enjoyed being naked nearly as much as Susan did. She answered Susan's question by dramatically uncovering her breasts, quickly opening up the front of her unitard right in front of Susan.

This caused Susan's eyes to widen. She quickly got out of her clothes as well.

Suzanne thought to herself, This is so strange. I mean, my skin-tight pink unitard was nearly completely see-through in the first place, so why does taking it all off make me feel so tingly and giddy? Am I getting socially conditioned without even knowing it? But she easily pushed such worries away and just reveled in the feeling of running her hands up and down her silky smooth skin.

The only problem with exercising naked was the way their boobs bounced around. Suzanne said, "Damn these things. They can be such a blessing when it comes to attracting a man, and such a curse the rest of the time. All those killer back aches, too. But I've got an idea. We need to practice baring our chests for Alan-"

"What a great idea!" Susan interrupted. She thrust her rack out proudly.

"Yes," Suzanne continued, a bit chagrined at Susan's excessive enthusiasm. "But we have to fight sag. I suggest that one of us go get our 'training bras.'" She was referring to the soft-cup bras they both wore every night to keep drooping at bay.

"Great idea, Suzanne." Susan went upstairs and got the special bras, and then quickly returned.

Suzanne hoped to keep Susan naked as much as possible from now on and was pleased at how easy that goal appeared to be. The frame bras weren't much of an impediment, since they only held their boobs up from below, and hardly covered any skin at all.

Suzanne found herself imagining Susan as the Plummer house slut, lying nude in bed all day, getting fucked by one visitor after another. In her vision, all of Susan's visitors were female, except Alan. Suzanne was rather surprised to realize that even in her fantasies now, Alan was the only male to appear. She let the vision fade, as it seemed like a mean thing to wish on her best friend.

Susan liked exercising in the nude because it was easy to find ways to rub one's pussy and tits against the various machines, and Suzanne never seemed to notice how she was masturbating herself (in fact, Suzanne did nearly as much of that as she did). Plus, despite Suzanne's intention to save the sex talk for later, they soon were preoccupied talking about last night's fashion show.

Susan was able to recall what happened to Alan's penis in great detail, even when she wasn't the one tending it. She liked to describe what happened to it nearly on a lick-by-lick basis. She talked about the outfits and dancing and such as well, but she constantly judged these other things by their perceived effect on Alan's erection.

Even a few weeks ago, Suzanne would have gotten bored hearing that level of detail. But not only had she grown used to these kinds of talks, she frequently found her mouth watering or she licked her lips, because Susan retold these events with such arousal and passion.

Amazingly, they actually were able to accomplish their regular workout routine despite all the talking and furtive masturbating. Their heated sexual atmosphere ended up boosting their enthusiasm, making their workout easier, which in turn led them to attack their exercise machines with a passionate intensity as they fed off each other's arousal.

Later, lying nude on lounge chairs by the pool in the back yard, Suzanne finally allowed Susan to explain the medical appointment with Akami in arousing detail. Even though they were in the outdoors, soon it was impossible not to notice the pungent smell of both her and Susan's pussies. She loved the way Susan got extremely fidgety and breathless while telling her story.

Suzanne was pleased at every development. She'd been waiting a long time, and now she was sure that the time was right to have no-holds-barred sex with Susan. She was tempted to suggest that they "practice" pussy licking on each other immediately, but she resolved not to be too pushy. She preferred to wait a day or two and see if Susan would bring up the idea first.

In fact, Susan was considering that very idea. However, now that she wasn't extremely horny like she'd been with Akami, she was shy about doing it again so soon. She decided it would be best to wait a little while for her experience with Akami to settle in her mind.

Suzanne was surprised that Susan hadn't really done anything new beyond eating Akami's pussy and getting eaten in return. She was disappointed that she wasn't going to be Susan's first with those experiences, but she decided that at least she could be the first one to teach Susan about using a vibrator in her pussy. She figured that had been put off an extremely long time, and the fact that Susan explained how Akami wanted to use one on her gave her a perfect opening.

So, when Susan finished her account of her visit to the nurse, Suzanne said, "You know, Susan, you were right to freak out about Akami's mention about bringing in a real penis. I'm gonna have to talk to her and find out what she was thinking there, and make sure it never happens again. But what's so bad about her suggestion to use a dildo or vibrator in your pussy? What do you have against that?"

"I have nothing against such things. As you know, I use the vibrator Brenda got me to practice my blowjob skills pretty much every single day."

"I know that, but I'm talking about using it to pleasure yourself. You know, on and in your pussy."

"Oh. Well... The other things I've been doing have been entirely to help Tiger get stimulated. But to just pleasure myself in private - that would be completely unseemly and not very ladylike."

Suzanne had a hard time keeping a straight face. She could have pointed out any number of inconsistencies in Susan's overall logic, and the undoubtedly countless times that Susan had masturbated in private lately, but figured that would be counterproductive. Instead, she suggested, "Susan, you want to have uninhibited sex with your son, right?"

Susan blushed, stammering, "Uh, not exactly... What I mean to say is..."

Suzanne chastised her. "Oh come on! Quit pretending you don't want it. You've never wanted anything more in your entire life! You've already admitted to me that you're ready, and it's gonna happen soon anyway, so what's with the shyness? You're talking to your best friend here. Are you ready for his huge boner to fill you?"

Susan closed her eyes, because she was too embarrassed to look at her friend. "I am. Actually, I was thinking about doing it this afternoon. Maybe even, you know, seducing him. But with his homework load, it wouldn't really be fair..."

"Good for you! Do it! But you're right. It wouldn't be fair to him to do it today. DEFINITELY not today. The most important thing is seeing him have a bright future and getting into a good school. If the two of you have intercourse, that'll throw his concentration off for days at a time when his academic work is in complete disarray. It'll make him feel so good that he'll want to do nothing but fuck you all day."

"Really?" Susan asked, hoping against hope it was true.

"Really." In fact, Suzanne was still concerned Alan would very literally do that and push Suzanne down his list.

"Is it even better than blowjobs?"

"It is."

"Really? Sex with my husband was more of a chore than anything, but I should know better than to think my time with my Tiger would be anything like that. But do you really think I'll like it better than cocksucking? You know what a special place sucking my son's cock has in my heart."

She stared off into space in her usual lusty and dreamy manner. "To me, a perfect dream evening would be for him to cuddle up on the big sofa in the living room and watch some epic three-hour movie. Then I'd cuddle up naked between his legs and keep him stiff and throbbing with pleasure for the entire movie with just my mouth, hands, and tits! Having him moan and groan in desperate need, occasionally clutching my head, and sometimes cumming on my face... blasting more and more spermy loads onto me until I'm a total mess... Oooh! Goose bumps!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "I know. Good God, do I know."

Susan went on, "I can't even imagine liking something better than sucking cock, although titfucking comes very close."

"I'm sure you'll love it," Suzanne reassured her. "At the very least, you'll like it as much as a nice long suck. I almost guarantee it. But still, you have this need, today. You know that before long, your son's big jackhammer dick is going to take complete possession of your pussy. But unfortunately, not today. It's so close..."

"YES!" Susan sat up and dared to look Suzanne in the eye. "What about my desires? I'm dying!"

Suzanne smiled a knowing smile. While she was happy for her best friend to fuck Alan eventually, she still wanted a delay to better secure her own spot with him. "That brings us back to dildos. Have you considered that by using your Alan-shaped vibrator down there you could satisfy your need to be plowed by a real penis? That could greatly help your willpower too. Like having decaffeinated coffee instead of the real thing."

She added, "Furthermore, remember how inexperienced you were at blowjobs at first? Do you want to be like that with fucking? Don't you want to start training your pussy now? You have a vibrator that is the EXACT size and shape of his cock. You can start molding your pussy to be a perfect fit for him already!"

Susan frowned. "You make some good arguments. But it's very, very important to me to be as much of a virgin for him as I can. Obviously I had sex with Ron, but that was so long ago, so infrequent, and so uninspiring that I feel like I've been 'revirginated.' Besides, although I appreciate your point that I should have a very skilled cunt even before his first time with me, isn't that why you've been teaching me those Kegel exercises these last few weeks?"

Suzanne was disappointed, but not surprised. "I get that. Besides, he's going to love fucking you no matter what, especially with your Kegel training. But were do you draw the line on insertions? You already are used to a lot of finger play. What's the difference between a finger and a dildo or vibrator about the size of a finger?"

Still frowning, and thinking hard, Susan said, "Well, if it's that small, I suppose that would be okay. I don't want anything that'll stretch or fill me. But if it's that small, what's the point? I much prefer the human touch."

Suzanne said, "There are advantages, believe me. For instance, have you ever put your vibrator on your clit and just let it vibrate? It never gets tired."

Susan admitted, "I avoid that whole area as a rule. Blowjob and titfuck practice only. If I were to start using it down there, I could easily get carried away and lose my new virginity."

"Good point. But we can easily fix that. Also, keep in mind that if your goal is stimulating him, and of course it is, I'm sure he'd be really turned on seeing you use a vibrator on yourself or using it on someone else. Plus, would you have any objection to pushing one into MY pussy?"

"Certainly not."

"Good. Then imagine him sitting on the sofa, with Angel and Amy doing all they can to get Alan Junior erect again after he's had a bunch of orgasms. Then you and I come along and put on a little show right in front of the fireplace. He watches you push one into me, and suddenly gets so hard and long that his dick would be able to cut through diamond. Our two girls clap their hands in delight and go on a sucking frenzy!"

"Really? You think?" Susan was entranced by the thought, as well as the vision.

"Sure! If you're going to be one of his sluts, a sexy, big-titted mommy slut dedicated to nothing but draining your son's balls dry, then I'd say it's pretty much mandatory that you learn how to use dildos as a way to really turn him on. You can do that AND keep your 'new virginity,' until that's no longer an issue."

"Hmmm. Well, I DO want to be the best big-titted mommy slut I can possibly be. And if it'll help drain those big sperm-filled balls of his, I guess I could try one out, just, you know, to see how it goes. But all I have is the one, you know, the one Brenda gave me."

Suzanne nodded. "By the way, do you have a name for it yet?"

Susan looked down in embarrassment. "Actually, I do. But you'll think it's weird. And that I'm weird."

Suzanne chuckled. "Girl, if I don't think you're weird already, a vibrator name isn't going to change my mind. Come on, I'm dying to know. I'll bet you put a lot of thought into it and came up with something great."

"Well, it works for me," Susan said bashfully. "I wanted it to be something that reminds me of my cutie Tiger, but is something different. 'Tiger II' or 'Alan Junior Junior' or something like that would just get confusing. So I came up with... Tigger!"

Suzanne frowned, not understanding.

Susan earnestly explained, "Remember Winnie the Pooh? Not just the children's books, but the old cartoons? Well, Tiger used to really love that. And one of the characters was Tigger, Winnie's tiger friend who simply couldn't stop bouncing. He bounced and bounced and bounced all day long. It was his main trait."

Suzanne nodded in vague recollection. "Oh yeah."

Susan went on, "I figured 'Tigger' is kind of like 'Tiger,' but different. And the constant bouncing... isn't that fitting for a vibrator?"

Suzanne laughed and patted Susan on the back. "Nice! I knew you'd come up with something great and fitting. Plus, it reminds you of all those warm memories of his childhood, doesn't it?"

Susan clutched her arms around her chest and stared off into space like a lovestruck teenager. "Yeah! I love him so much! I know it's weird to love someone I raised in a carnal way, but to me, it's ideal. There's no man I could ever love more!"

Suzanne gave her a brief hug. "I know just how you feel. But let's stay on track. Forget Tigger for today. What we need is to get you one of the much smaller ones."

Susan frowned with worry. "How? I'd be far too embarrassed to ever buy such a thing. And I couldn't simply borrow one of yours, since that would be, well, you know, kind of gross."

"If that's your only problem, then that's no problem at all," Suzanne said, jumping up. "I have just the gift for you. I'll be back in a sec."

Anticipating that Susan would be ready to at least try small dildos or vibrators, Suzanne had previously put a variety of them in her bag to try out on her friend. She walked naked back inside the house to get them.

Suzanne stood behind Susan's lounge chair a minute or two later. "I'm back already. Aren't you going to greet me?"

"Oh! Sorry!" Susan hopped up and planted her lips on Suzanne. They kissed for several minutes.

Suzanne ran her hands all over Susan's naked form, and Susan wasn't too shy with her hands either. Suzanne had the gumption to stick her fingers into Susan's pussy, but Susan didn't reciprocate.

"Suzanne, you really shouldn't do that with your fingers," Susan protested weakly when their kiss finally ended. "You know, touching me down there like that."

"Why not? Isn't that what you just did to Akami, and then some? And with your tongue, no less?" Suzanne asked matter-of-factly. "I can't think of any reason to stop, except that I have something better to put in there."

She bent over, reached into her bag, and pulled out a dildo almost as wide and long as Alan's penis. It was black and ridged.

Susan actually scowled at it. "No! I'm only interested in the small ones, if even those."

Suzanne asked, "But what about using one on me?"

Susan's face softened. "Oh. That's different. But what else have you got? Do you have a little pencil-shaped one or something like that?"

"I do. Here, get back on your lounge chair, and I'll show you where it works best."

Susan quickly complied.

Suzanne reached into her bag and brought out a much smaller one that was actually a vibrator. "Here. Look at this one. This is the bullet style. It's too small to do much for me, frankly, but it does vibrate nicely. It's good to press on your clit, and you can hide it completely inside your vagina to make a dull board meeting a lot more interesting." She laughed.

Susan appraised it. "Well, I suppose that's small enough and wouldn't really be different than fingers. Okay, you can put it in." She spread her legs in anticipation.

But Suzanne sat on the side of Susan's lounge chair and waved the vibrator around in the air, to frustrate and tease Susan a little. "You can't just stick these things in," she said. "First, you have to prepare your cunt."

Suzanne turned the vibrator on so it began to quiver and buzz, then began rubbing it all over the outside of her best friend's pussy. She pressed it against Susan's clit, and at the same time stuck her fingers into Susan's pussy and frigged her for a bit. Then she took her fingers out and pushed the vibrator against her friend's pussy lips. Sticking the vibrator in a half inch or less, she pulled it back again, but then declared Susan unready.

She repeated this process several times, driving Susan increasingly crazy.

"Come ON!" Susan finally complained. "It doesn't take THAT long to get ready. I'm flowing like a river already!"

"You're right," Suzanne conceded. "I'm just teasin' ya. Now, remember, imagine this is your son penetrating you. Taking you."

Susan was getting quite worked up and seemed on the verge of cumming already. She had her eyes closed to better imagine Alan was there with her. "Oh! Son! Make me a woman!"

Suzanne thought it was a bit bizarre that Susan thought herself a virgin and that her son could take her virginity, but she didn't comment except to say, "Here it goes." She plunged the vibrator in, in one slow but non-stop movement. It had a string on one end so it could be easily retrieved after being fully inserted. When Suzanne was done, all that could still be seen was that string.

In fact, it was quite a small vibrator, less than half the width of Alan's fully erect cock and not nearly as long, but one would have never known that from Susan's intense reaction. She cried out, "Oh, Tiger!" and swooned.

She came so hard that Suzanne had to grab her to prevent her from hitting her head on the poolside concrete. Since Suzanne was just getting started, she figured that most of Susan's excitement must have come from imagining the vibrator really was Alan's full erection.

"How does it feel?" Suzanne asked. "Pretty good, eh?"

"It feels ... filling. Fulfilling," she finally answered. "I'm so happy imagining that it's Alan Junior that I'm having a hard time holding back the tears. He loves me!"

"Well, that's-"

"Oh my GOOOOODDD!" Susan cried.

"You like that, eh?" Suzanne chuckled. "That's nothing. Just think how good it'll feel to have your cutie Tiger's real pussy-splitter in there."

"No! No way! Oh my GOD! This feels too good already! Promise me you won't insert anything in there even remotely as big as Alan Junior. I want feeling him inside me to be the ultimate experience."

"I promise."

Suzanne taught Susan a lot about vibrators that day, focusing entirely on the small ones, since Susan found them much less threatening. But after having two more orgasms each, with vibrator assistance, they went inside for fear of getting too much sun.

But the day was long, and it wasn't even near lunch yet. After the two of them had rested a bit, Suzanne showed Susan an egg-shaped vibrator, which was especially good for clitoris stimulation. It buzzed and shook inside Susan while Suzanne took another one and stuck it in her own pussy.

"God, how many dildos do you carry around with you in your bag?" Susan asked in wonder. "And I thought I was naughty!"

The two of them were still laughing when the phone rang. It turned out to be Susan's husband Ron, calling from Thailand. Susan was no longer bothered by thoughts of morality, religion, or infidelity when it came to Ron. Since it turned out that he was secretly gay, she tried to think of him as someone who was just a long-time friend. She liked him as a person, and tried not to hold any grudges. She chatted amicably with him while Suzanne buzzed the vibrating egg against her pussy and clit.

Susan loved the irony of being pleasured while on the phone with her cheating husband, but she couldn't keep up her end of the conversation very convincingly. She made up an excuse that someone was at the door and cut the call off early.

"How's your tiny-dicked husband doing?" Suzanne asked as soon as the phone was put down.

"Suzanne. That's not nice."

"But you were just calling him a 'pencil-dick.'"

"I know, but he's MY husband. Or, at least he was. Despite everything, I still have some lingering loyalty to him. Somehow, it's okay for me to insult him, but not you. Anyway, were you trying to get me in trouble? I could barely keep from moaning out loud."

Suzanne took the opportunity to begin doing so. She joked, "In any case, I think it's more politically correct to call him my 'thick penis-challenged husband.'"

They both had a good laugh. "Was there any special reason for him calling?" Suzanne asked.

"No. It was just his usual twice-a-month phone call. Thank God he's not coming home anytime soon. He says he might come back for Christmas. I can't believe how uppity I got when he was here a few weeks ago. What a waste of good cocksucking time that was! So much has changed since. Just imagine if he had one of those video cameras, and saw me lying naked with you pushing that plastic cock in and out of me even while talking to him on the phone! God, it makes me SO HOT!"

Now that Ron had been brought up, Suzanne said, "By the way, speaking of Ron, remember I told you two weeks ago how I'd hire an investigator in Thailand to get more evidence? Well, I've finally heard a bit more from the investigator about him."

Susan's arousal came crashing down and her anxiety shot up. "Oh really? And what's the latest?"

"Well, as far as STDs go, everything is still thumbs up there. It'll take about six months to be 100% sure for all diseases, but I think you can breathe easy on that front."

"Good. I'm not worried about myself since he hasn't touched me in nearly a year, not counting some kisses when he was here recently, but I'm glad to hear he doesn't have anything nasty. And?"

"And that's about it. More evidence of his cheating was collected, as ammo for any future court cases."

Susan closed her eyes tightly. "Do I want to see it?"

"NO! Definitely not! What would be the point? It would only make you hurt more."

Susan considered that for a while, and then finally said, "I'm hurting pretty badly now. Somehow, I was able to get through the phone call just fine, by pushing negative thoughts out of my mind. But this talk of cheating and possible diseases... UGH! It makes me so sad."

Suzanne gently stroked Susan's hair, offering her love.

After a long pause, Susan said, "You're right, I don't want to see any of that evidence. Not even a single photo. Why should I? You've seen it, and I trust you implicitly. However, the kids might want to see some of it. Which reminds me, we should tell them." She sighed heavily.

"Agreed."

She appeared on the verge of tears, and she sighed again. "So this is it, huh? There's really no other way to look at it. My whole marriage was a sham. Heck, my whole LIFE was a sham. I was completely deluded about everything. Suzanne, if it wasn't for you, I might still be living that nightmare!" She started to tear up. "You're just about the best friend a person could ever have. What would I do without you?!" A trickle of tears was becoming a torrent as she let her feelings flow.

Suzanne was feeling guilty when Susan said "I trust you implicitly," given that Suzanne had been lying to and tricking her about sexual things on a fairly regular basis, ever since she set the six-times-a-day scheme in motion. However, she thought back to how Susan's life was before and how much happier and fulfilled Susan was now, and felt much better. These are just white lies. Pretty huge white lies, but white lies just the same. I'll slowly clue her in so I don't have to lie anymore, once things are too far gone to turn back. Someday we'll all look back on this and laugh.

But with Susan crying, Suzanne pushed those thoughts aside and devoted her attention to giving comfort. She embraced her in a comforting hug. Despite the fact that they were both wearing next to nothing, for once there was no trace of any sexuality in their touches.

Suzanne said soothingly, "There, there. It's gonna be all right. This is good news. Now you can get on with your new life. Your new life with your Tiger. Just imagine if Ron came home for Christmas. You might have to go for DAYS without so much as giving your Tiger a handjob! And think about him and how much he'd suffer blue balls."

"Yes," Susan sobbed, "It would be awful. Awful!" She cried into Suzanne's shoulder some more. "All that sweet cum trapped in his balls when it should be on our faces and in our tummies! Please, don't talk about it."

"Well, why are you crying then? Having Ron turn out to be gay is one of the best things that ever happened to you."

"I know that, in theory. But I think back to the good times. My wedding, for instance. Walking down the aisle with Ron's arm in mine, I thought he was the greatest. But it was all a lie! I was a fool! I'm so easily led. It burns. I feel my heart burning!" She broke into a new round of sobs.

Suzanne let her cry a bit so she could purge her feelings. Then she took action. "There, there. Try not to think about Ron. He's history. Think about your new life, your new love. Think about Alan. I'm going to help you get a divorce, and I'm going to guarantee you'll never want for money, either. You're not just my best friend; that doesn't even begin to cover it. You're a big recipient in my will, for starters. But think about the positives: if Ron is gone from this house for good, what does that mean?"

Susan's tears were drying up and she stared while thinking. Then she said, haltingly, "He's... really... the man of the house now, isn't he? He is!" She perked up a bit.

"That's right. He'll get to make important decisions and do all the ceremonial things. For instance, imagine this Thanksgiving. He can carve the turkey while you and I are probably busy sucking his cock and balls!"

Susan wiped away her tears and brightened a little bit. "That sounds good."

"Sure it does. And once your divorce goes through, you'll have no legal or social obligations to Ron at all. That'll make you that much more one of Alan's girls."

"Well, that is a silver lining. Believe me, I've been thinking a lot about that. Every day, I thank the Lord that Ron is far away and there's no one to interrupt our fun."

"Yeah, but I don't know if you've really thought it through. For instance, you sleep in the master bedroom now, which is called that because that's where you and Ron used to sleep. But Alan's bedroom really should be called the master bedroom now, don't you think?"

That gave Susan a crooked grin. "I love the way you think."

"Look. Whenever you feel down, just remember that I love you, Angel loves you, Amy loves you, and Alan loves you. And we all need you."

Susan sniffled as she cuddled closer, "I need to be needed."

"You are! For starters, where would Sweetie's constantly rampant erection be without you? It pains me to say this, but I dare say that you've become his very favorite cocksucker."

"You think so?"

"I know so! Just picture that big slab of manly cock flesh right now, crying out to be stroked and licked. But that's not even the half of it! Once he starts fucking your pussy, you won't even remember Ron's name!"

"Who?" Susan joked.

"That's the spirit!"

"Boy, I do feel better. And a bit horny too. You're like my Rock of Gibraltar. You know exactly what to say to me. Thank you."

"My pleasure," Suzanne said honestly. She reached up and pinched Susan's nipple. "Mmmm. That feels so good. Don't get me started again."

"Too late. Come on, we're both naked and tangled together - how can we not get started? I know! Let's practice greeting each other again!"

Suzanne bent down and buried her face in Susan's ample cleavage.

"I'm quite mad at you," Susan said in mock anger as she tilted her head down to kiss Suzanne's hair. "Keeping dildos and your sexy body away from me all these years! How could you?"

The two of them practiced with dildos for quite a while after that. Suzanne refrained from giving or receiving any pussy licking because that didn't further her goal of getting Susan's pussy too sore to fuck. She did succeed in reaching that goal though, and then some.