6 Times a Day



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As Alan played with Suzanne's body, he thought back to Amy's earlier question about submission and said, "I want to ask you something. Does me treating you submissively turn you on or not? I don't want to treat you like that if you don't like it, but I don't really know where you stand."

"Hmmm. Tough one. Well, the truth is, I DO get into it, thanks I guess to Susan and Katherine putting all kinds of silly things in my head lately. I never did, before you. But I only like it as a fantasy; a role-play. Think of the stuff you've done with Glory, things like a rape fantasy. I don't know if I'd go that far and want you to rape me someday, but who knows? However, when the fantasy is over, I expect to be treated with respect. So I'm really different than, say, Katherine, who doesn't know when to turn her 'fuck toy' fantasy off. But I also demand equal rights. If you get to treat me submissively sometimes, then I reserve the right to do the same to you. I want to tie you up, blindfold you, and torture you just like you did to Susan last night with the ice cubes and everything. That was hot!"

"Fair enough. And thanks for the answer. That really clears things up for me."

"Well, I've only been figuring it out myself. I don't think I could have said that two days ago."

"Interesting. I've kind of been coming to some conclusions about my own feelings, but I'm not quite there yet." He thought back to Amy's questions about dominance and submission and his failure to clearly answer her. "I want tonight to be all about you and your pleasure, especially since it's mostly been about me with this newest non-ejaculation lesson. Do you want to tie me up right now? Is that going to give you the highest high?"

"No. For one, I want to try out the climax delay too. So few of my lovers have ever done that well, but I have great confidence in your abilities. I want you to take me and tease and torture me mercilessly until I die of sheer pleasure! Not only that, but I want to make sure the others are watching when I tie you up. It might give them some ideas. Plus, maybe we can all torture you together."

"Oh, great," he said sarcastically. "So now you're going to have everyone tying me up?"

"You know you like it. I heard about the 'Michelle' incident with Glory and her blindfolding you and everything."

"How-"

"Angel told me, after you told her, I assume."

"Well, I have kind of conflicted feelings about that whole incident. I consider it another part of the vast female conspiracy to get me to die of a heart attack before I turn nineteen, and I'm only partly jesting about that. But in any case, if you want me to do much more tonight, you're going to have to stop that cunt squeezing. I'm practically out of cum and low on energy. Even though we look like a couple of naked people just hanging out, you're sending me to the edge! You're totally incredible!"

She joked, "I know, but try to keep it under your hat, okay?"

Alan laughed, and suddenly pulled out. He got up off of her, and walked over to his desk and opened a drawer. He pulled something out and held it up so Suzanne could see: it was a can of whipped cream. He explained, "Mom and I never did get around to using Amy's second gift last night. I'm thinking that I wanna use it on you right now."

She rolled over so she was face up. "Please do! Actually, it fits with me being your second dessert." She stretched and preened, presenting her body to him as if it was a canvas that she wanted to see him paint with the cream.

He sat above Suzanne's crotch and started squirting the cream all over her bush. Meanwhile, he'd also grabbed a towel and began wiping all the sweat off her as best as he could. He didn't want to lick the cream off of sweaty skin. "I was thinking that, too. You know, I-"

He paused, interrupting himself, and then yelled, "Hey!" His new position had left his butt hanging up near Suzanne's face, and on a whim she reached up and stuck a finger up his asshole. She began pumping her finger in and out.

She giggled. "What? You want me to stop?"

"I didn't say that. It just surprised me, is all. You're so sexual! Even merely standing near you when your hands or mouth AREN'T on my cock, rare as those times are, is practically orgasm-inducing. Yet you're twice my age. Don't you ever get tired?"

"Nope. Not when it comes to fucking you. But thanks to your undiplomatic reminder of my age, you're going to have to be punished. Take that!" With one hand still working his asshole, she used her other to push at a point just below the asshole, on the way to his dick.

It felt fantastic. He went rigid while his body momentarily tried to suss out exactly what was being done to which part of his body. After catching his breath, he gasped out, "What's that? Wow!"

"Just another thing I've been reading about. That's a special part of your perineum, the area between your balls and your asshole. The whole area is a very sensitive zone according to these new books I've been reading. It seems that I've been ignoring it too much all these years."

"Damn, woman! You're just too good." He turned around on all fours on the bed so he was facing her and hovering over her chest. "I'm almost afraid to find out what you'll do to me if I'm pointing this way." He shook the whipped cream and sprayed it on a tit until the nipple was covered with a high cone of white. Then he did the same with the other. Then he sprayed some directly into her mouth, and then more into his. He said gleefully, "We're totally naughty, aren't we?"

"No. You're naughty. Just think of me as a sexy dessert. And you know what men do to desserts?"

He bent his neck down and began licking the whipped cream from her nipple. "Mmmm. Yep. First we add some extra white cream on the top of them. Then we eat them. Then we cum hard in their cunts!"

She laughed. "Is that what you do to desserts? Remind me to never take you to a restaurant."

He spent some time snacking on her chest, and at the same time he fingered her pussy, to make sure she was enjoying this at least as much as he was.

She was. She especially loved his implication that the whipped cream represented cum, and he was eagerly licking it off of her. She also enjoyed the way his tongue worked on her nipples. After some minutes of his frigging and licking, she signaled that she was getting too close to climax, so he pulled his head up and cut back to just some slow frigging. He'd been careful to not knock down the tower of whipped cream over her bush.

He said as he casually sprayed the cream here and there on her body and then wiped or licked it up into his mouth, "You know, Mother, I have these 'Bad Alan' issues. You know how much I love you as a person, but sometimes, like right now, I just want to treat you as a pure sex object. I especially love the fact that you had to wait for me to fuck you while I was assfucking your daughter. Is that wrong, to revel in the fact that I have such an amazing mother and daughter team at my sexual beck and call?"

She shrugged, "Well, it is a bit naughty, but I guess it's harmless enough." In fact, she also delighted in the fact that she and her daughter shared the same man.

"What if I told you I get off on the fact that I have Aunt Suzy, the mighty, one-of-a-kind, ivory, Amazon goddess who walks the Earth, as nothing more than one of the nymphomaniac nymphs in my harem? Or that I fantasize about you and Susan and the rest lining up nude at military attention, my own army of sexual servants?"

She smirked and cocked an eyebrow. "Well, you don't exactly have to fantasize very hard about that one. It's true, isn't it? You could snap your fingers and we'd all line up any way you want us, just like we did on Friday. The four of us Plummer women, definitely, and I'm sure Brenda would come running too. And does anyone else really match us five prime pieces of pussy? You know I'll call a spade a spade, and I don't mind admitting that I'm as good as it gets. As much as you love Glory, you have to admit she doesn't have the tits to be a perfect ten in your boob-obsessed eyes."

"It's true that her body just misses the cut, but she's a perfect ten in my heart, so that makes up for it. And you ARE as good as it gets. But there's Xania, too. She's in that same category. And Heather would be too, if she wasn't so surgery-enhanced." He frowned at the reminder of Heather. "Not to mention her extremely annoying personality."

She could hardly believe what she heard herself saying: "I'm sure both of them, and others too, would be happy to get in that harem line for you. We'll stand any way you like. Do you want dripping cunts shoved in your face? Round asses with tight holes ready to squeeze your cock clean off? Or can we cover our tits in hot oil and give you an all-over tit massage? We'll do it!"

He was surprised at her apparent enthusiasm for his fantasy. "But don't you mind? Don't you mind just being one of my harem nymphs?" He dropped his head down and began licking the whipped cream over her bush.

"Yeah, of course I do on some level. But remember that this isn't just your harem fantasy. It's mine, too. From the very beginning, not long after you got your diagnosis, I started manipulating events to make the Plummer family harem come together. Of course, I thought of it as an 'orgy' then, not a 'harem.' And in my fantasy, I imagined that I would be the one controlling the strings. And I am enjoying it beyond all expectations. It's just that I didn't imagine that you'd take the bull by the horns like you did."

"Or the sex cow by the cunt, as the case may be," a gleeful Alan pointed out. By this time he'd already worked his tongue down through the cream to the hair of her bush, but he didn't really care. "You used to be Suzanne Pestridge, power woman. Someone able to make any guy tremble at the knees with one sultry glance. Now you're Suzanne: second dessert. A nympho sex slave. On Friday, you dedicated your life to serving my cock. There is no higher goal for you in life than servicing my dick and keeping me happy. How does that make you feel?!"

"Alan! You're so cheeky tonight. You don't have to rub it in. Looks like the 'Bad Alan' is out in force tonight."

"Yes, he is. And I'm rubbing it in because it turns me on. What I want to know is: does it turn you on?"

Suzanne paused and thought.

While she did that, he rearranged himself again and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He was ready for more fucking.

Finally, she answered, "Yes! Okay? Is that what you want to know? Not always, I have to be in the mood, but right now, yes! I'm proud to know that my lover is such a powerful, sexual stud! I revel in the fact that my lover is the studliest guy in town! I love to hear about your new conquests, and then share in the fucking of them! I want your harem to grow and grow! It annoys me that Glory keeps her independence. I want so badly for her to learn her place and stand in that line of hungry, desperate pussies with the rest of us! Hell, I want to fuck her too! Is that what you want to hear?"

"Yes!" He wiped his cock up and down her labia, playing in the white cream, driving her crazy.

"Then why don't you put it in?! Put it in!" She made a grab for his boner with her hands in an attempt to force it inside her hot pussy. Her voice grew desperate. "Put it IN!"

But he slapped her hands away. "It needs a little more decorating. Tell me more." He picked up the whipped cream can and sprayed the cream here and there on her crotch. He took his time, as if he was creating a work of art.

At first she tried to wait him out, but that only lasted a few seconds.

She groaned impatiently. "God dammit! Just put it in!" She waited some more, and saw he was in no hurry, and deliberately so. She made an annoyed grumble.

But then she decided she'd try to arouse him with her words to such a degree that his resistance would crumble. Her voice was extra husky and sensual as she said, "I live to be fucked by you! There is no greater pleasure! Sweetie, you and me, we're going to go down in history. We're going to explore every last aspect of human sexuality there is to know! We'll be like sexual gods! A whole body orgasm will be nothing to us! We're going to completely redefine pleasure! Our FAMILY is going to redefine pleasure together! This harem is going to be the most amazing thing, ever! So let's get started! Put it in! Bring the joy! Rock my world!" For emphasis, she thrust her hips at his cock in the hope that she would be able to impale herself on it.

However, he pulled back just enough to stay in control. And that was the message he was trying to get across to her now: he was in control of the situation. Meanwhile, he played dumb and tried to keep his voice calm. "I don't know. What you're saying is pretty remarkable. How is all this pleasure possible?" He sprayed more cream up and down the top side of his erection.

She screamed, "Your cock! It's your cock!"

"Oh, you mean this thing?" He pushed his stiffness into her pussy a little bit. Then he put the whole of his cockhead in. But he wouldn't go any further.

"Oh yes!" She screamed. "YES!"

Suddenly he pulled out, leaving the tip of his cock resting against her pussy lips.

"NOOOOOO!" She screamed even more intently. "What?! What is it?!"

He replied in as calm a voice as he could, "Well, I was just thinking. I made such a nice work of art with the whipped cream, and now it's going to get all messed up."

"ALAN! BASTARD!" She realized calling names wouldn't help, so she resorted to pleading instead. "My love! Good Lord! Please have mercy! Mercy! Please!" She whimpered without restraint.

"Okay," he said, as he rubbed his boner all over her whipped cream covered pussy lips. "But you still haven't answered my question about how the pleasure is possible. Every guy has a cock. So what's the big deal?"

"Fuck those cocks! It's YOUR cock! It's the only one I want! You've tamed us! You've even tamed me! Susan's right: you've tamed all of us big-titted babes with your monster cock and incredible fucking power! I need it! I have to have it. Put it in me now before you drive me mad! NOW! I'M DYING!"

He pushed his cockhead in a little bit again, but then pulled back.

She thrust her hips forward and tried to catch it and swallow it, but she failed again. She cried out, "Aaaaiiieee! Nooooo! Sooo close!" Her voice sobbed with frustration.

He said in a mostly calm but increasingly excited voice, "There's still one thing holding me back. Mother, admit it: if I put it in, you're going to climax right away, aren't you? And you agreed not to do that, didn't you?" He reached out, and found her clit underneath the cream. He pulled on it just a little bit.

"NOOOO! Don't do that! You're right, you're right! That's going to send me over the edge!" Her whole body writhed around beneath him, which was an incredible sight to see. She seemed completely in thrall to her fuck lust.

His dick was as hard as it had ever been and he suspected it was actually a bit longer and more engorged than usual. He could actually feel every beat of his heart pounding in it, and his head was slightly dizzy. He slid further down the bed, away from her and waited for her thrashing to slow down. "Be honest. Have you cum yet?"

She felt as if all ability to reason was leaving her. She wailed, "No, not yet! Suzy is good. So good! She wants to be good for you. The best! The best fuck you ever had! She obeys her master!"

That answer doubly surprised Alan. For one, he'd never heard Suzanne call herself just "Suzy," and he didn't know what to make of that. For another, he was stunned at how enthusiastically she called him master. "That's a good pet," he said as if talking to a real pet. "Master is pleased."

Suzanne mewled and purred with great satisfaction. Her hands even curled up around her chest as if she was a purring kitten. Then she found her sensitive nipples and tugged on them roughly, which caused her back to arch erotically.