6 Times a Day

Drunk Dargon Special [ 3 / 5 ]

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It had been about fifteen minutes since Amy had left. Alan was lying on his bed, alone in his room, when he heard a knock on the door. "Bo?"

"Aims, is that you?"

"Yep! Can I come in?"

"Of course."

Amy opened the door, but only a crack's worth. She peeked in with just one eye, and only briefly. "Is it really okay? I'm not disturbing you?"

He explained truthfully, "I've been kind of drifting in and out, but it's not time for me to nap anyway. Come on in already."

"M'kay." However she still merely spoke to him through the crack in the door.

"What are you waiting for?! What's with all the sneaking around?"

"Um, I just want to check if this is a good time for us to play around, especially if I can play with your thingy. 'Cos otherwise I'll look kind of silly."

He said, "Well, I'm not aroused right now, but I probably will be after I get a good look at you. You inspire me."

"Oh. M'kay." She opened the door wide, stepped into his room, and closed the door behind her. "Ta-da!"

He sat up with increased interest. He was right that she was an inspiration at any time, but she looked even better than usual, due to the sexy French-maid outfit she had on. His heart started thumping and his penis engorged in seconds. "Whoa! Aims, you look good enough to eat! What's the occasion for this special treat?"

She beamed at his approval. "No special occasion. I just wanted to show you that I'm serious about being one of your lovers. I want you to feel good, and all stiff and tingly."

"Well, thank you very much!" He nodded towards the erection protruding upward from his crotch. "As you can see, I'm feeling 'all stiff and tingly' already, thanks to you."

"Cool beans!" She suddenly raced across the room and jumped on his bed. They were entwined in a deep lip-lock a second or two later.

Before long, they were freely fondling each other. She got busy stroking his raging erection. For once, she wasn't keen on getting completely naked, due to her wanting to use the full impact of her French maid outfit. But that wasn't much of an impediment for Alan; her skirt was extremely short and she wasn't wearing any underwear, so he had a grand time fingering her slit and stimulating her clit.

After a while, as they continued to kiss and fondle each other, he asked her, "By the way, nice get-up. Where did you find it?"

"That's why I was gone for a while. First, I had to go to Kat and straighten things out with her. You know, about sharing you and stuff. We're good now. I suggested that we come back to your room and play with your thingy together, and that made her glad. She got all generous and stuff, and told me I should have some special one-on-one time with you. Besides, she pointed out that two-on-one fun is against Aunt Susan's rules, and the odds of Susan peeking in on us are pretty high." She giggled at that.

He replied, "True. And I'm glad to hear you worked things out. But that still doesn't explain your outfit."

"Oh yeah. I was getting to that. I wanted to wear something super duper extra special to show you how much you mean to me, and you've pretty much seen all the sexy stuff Kat has to wear. So we kinda made a secret raid on Susan's closet. She's got, like, half of my mom's mountain of clothes in there, I swear. We found all kinds of way cool stuff, including this!"

She pulled away from him, stood up, and struck a sexy pose. "You like?"

"I love!"

She giggled with glee.

Then he said, "Since you're standing up, would you please turn around?"

"M'kay. No problemo!" Not only did she turn her back to him, she seductively walked away, undulating her hips so effectively that she made him groan with lust.

"Aims, I know it's a cheesy line, but it's also true: I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away!"

She giggled some more. Then she turned around to face him and rushed back to him. "Here, let me help you with that pokey thing!" She snuggled back into Alan's chest and resumed jacking him off.

He said, "Well, I'm very pleased. But - and this is very important - I don't want you to feel like you need to do special things like that for me all the time. And I don't want you to get the wrong idea about this 'personal cocksucker' thing either. Things have kind of gotten out of hand around here lately."

She cut in, "Nope! Things are very much in hand!" She giggled with a knowing look down at her fingers, which were sliding up and down his increasingly wet shaft.

He chuckled. "True. But that's just the point. Mom gets kind of carried away with her, well, let's call it her submissive enthusiasm. Do you know what that means?"

"Yeah, sure. She gets into serving you, like, in a super big way."

"Exactly. And Kat kind of does too. As for your mom, she just plain loves sex like nobody's business. So, between the three of them, I'm sort of drowning in special attention around here lately. But I don't want you to fall into that. Don't believe the hype, is what I'm saying. I love the adorable ever-smiling Amy, and I hope things won't change between us."

Amy said boldly, "Oh, things are going to change, big time!" She smiled widely at his surprised response. "But don't worry; they'll get better and better. I'm still the same ol' Amy. Don't worry about that. I know what you mean about the hype. I've been hearing a lot of pretty wild talk around here lately, and that's with everyone trying to be careful about what they say around me. I know you're still the same ol' Alan, just like I'm still the same ol' me. But now we can be super good friends AND super sexy fun friends too! So isn't that a big change, but a really good one?"

He smiled with relief. "It is. It sure is."

They shared another scorching kiss. All the while, they continued to play with each other's privates, but that wasn't the main focus. They were mostly just happy to be intimate and very comfortable with each other.

He said, "You know, Aims, you're a great comfort to me. Things have gotten crazy lately. I don't understand how, but I'm having more sexual success that I could have ever imagined. And not just at home."

"I know. You're even playing around with that icky meanie Heather." Amy kept right on sliding her fingers up and down his shaft.

He sighed. "Isn't that bizarre? It would be so easy for me to get carried away and think it's because I've turned into some kind of stud muffin, when in fact it's mostly just being in the right place at the right time. But you, you keep me grounded. You know I'm still the same guy I always was. Sure, we're getting intimate, and I love it, but you don't buy into all of this 'personal cocksucker' business."

She suddenly stopped stroking and looked him straight in the eye from inches away. "Now hold on. I never said that. I still don't understand all this medical treatment stuff, since I only get told bits and pieces, but it sounds like Aunt Susan, Mom and Kat started helping you with orgasms to help cure you of your tiredness, and then they found out they really loved doing it and they're totally psyched to keep doing it anyway. Am I right?"

"Yeah, that's about it."

"Well, can't it be the same with me? You and I haven't done much yet, but I'm having a super great time right now! Just what we're doing, sitting on your lap with you playing with me and me playing with you, this is way better than hanging out and sitting in separate chairs. Why not do this, like, A LOT?! I'm totally up for it! That's why I was all excited earlier when you said I could be one of your personal cocksuckers. That doesn't mean that I'm going to be super submissive-y for you. It just means, let's be friends in a whole new way!"

She resumed jacking him off. She looked down at her sliding fingers. "Like this. I'm not doing this just 'cos I think it'll make you feel good; it makes me feel good too! It's fun! Especially when you play with my cunnie at the same time." She winked encouragingly.

He thought that over and said, "Okay, that sounds good - very, very good. As long as you understand that things are still the same between us, just with sexual intimacy added. If you were to start buying into the hype and saying the kind of submissive stuff Mom or Sis has been telling me, I think my head would swell up so big that I wouldn't be able to walk through a doorway!"

She giggled at that. "Yeah, that would be a problem. But please don't say I can't do special things for you. Like wearing this French maid outfit. It's totally fun getting to dress up like this. It's like Halloween all over again! I know you're worried that things won't be balanced. Like, if I do something special for you, you should do something special for me, so everything's always even-Steven. Don't sweat it. What's important is that we're both having a great time. Ya know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I guess I do." He said that, but the imbalance still bothered him. He had to remind himself to stay modest and not let his great fortune go to his head.

Amy said, "I won't call myself one of your personal cocksuckers if that kind of lingo rubs you the wrong way. But I'll totally think it to myself, and it'll make me sing with joy! Because that means I'm one of the gang now." She spoke with surprising determination. "Mom keeps trying to keep me out of it, but I'm not going to let her do that! Why can't we all love each other, with our bodies as well as our hearts, and be naked and free and tingly and cummy all the time? That's MY big vision!"

He chuckled. "That sounds like a pretty good vision to me."

"Goody!" She slipped off his lap, and then down to her knees between his legs. "And with that in mind, I think it's time for some more titfucky fun! It's been FOUR DAYS since I did this last, and that's waaaaay too long in my book." She acted quickly, pulling her top down so her breasts were completely freed. Then she enveloped his boner in her tit-pillows and started sliding and squeezing with them.

He grunted with lusty approval. But as soon as he recovered, he said, "I love when you do that. But I just want to make sure you don't feel like this is something you're required to do to be 'part of the gang,' now or ever."

She looked up at him with exasperation. "Bo, you don't know the deal. I've totally practically been counting the minutes until I could do this again! Mom has kept me from doing any sexual thing whatsoever pretty much since forever. I've started having sexy fun with you and Kat, and it's super wonderrifically funtastic! I would totally love doing this, gang or no gang. It's a total blast!"

"Really?" He'd believed that already, but it was good to hear her confirm it.

"Really! I've been waiting for this moment for YEARS! And not just to do it with any guy, but with YOU. In fact, I'm kind of bummed that it took so long before you let me do this kind of thing for you, especially since there's some kind of medical-y reason for it."

He felt bad about that. "Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I've been trying to respect your mom's wishes. And, I must admit, I was similar to her in that I had trouble seeing you as fully sexually mature. But I was wrong."

"Darn tootin'!" Amy said with surprising force. "I'm as much a woman as Kat or Heather or Kim or any other girl my age. Don't forget my hormones are all excited too. I have dreams at night too, sexy dreams, and most of them star you!"

"Me?! Really?!"

"Yes, really. Who else?" She rolled her eyes at him. His boner had been lodged in her cleavage for a minute or two, but they'd been so busy talking that there had been no action with it. However, she looked down and got busy sliding her big breasts up and down either side of his stiff rod. "Aaaah! See? Now, isn't this fun, for both of us?"

"Definitely!" He looked down at her and smiled widely. Dang! I really am too lucky to be believed. Amy's so great! Gaawwwd, just look at her with her French maid outfit pulled down and my dick trapped deep between her round tits! She may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she's all heart. She's so adorable and lovable, AND she's got a VERY mature, voluptuous body. I've gotta stop being so reluctant with her. She should be "one of the gang!"

After about a minute of mutually enjoyable titfucking, Amy said, "Like I said, I've been waiting for four days until we could do this again. The only bummer is that I wish I could crane my head down and lick the tip of your thingy too. I know Mom can do that to you way easy, with her super long tongue. In fact, I'm totally frustrated that I can't just slip your thingy deep in my mouth and give it a good sucking! Why does my mom keep putting limits on me like that?! It's so frustrating!"

He said, "That just shows that she loves you; she's looking out for you."

Amy huffed, "I know, but why does she have to look out for me so darn much?! There's so much stuff I want to do with you, Bo, so much!" She looked around nervously, as if Suzanne were in the room, and then spoke quietly. "What if... I just suck on it for, like, a second? Who would know, except you and me? I'm totally dying to try it out!"

He said, also extra quietly, "I don't know about that. Not much gets past your mom. And my mom could be spying on us already, for all we know."

Amy whispered, "Pleaaaase?! Pretty, pretty please? Just for one second. One micro-mini second. I wanna see how it feels in my mouth. I promise I won't tell anybody, not even Kat!" Even though they were talking, she was still intently sliding her tits back and forth over his boner.

All that titfucking was making him so horny that he didn't have much resistance to her suggestion. He wavered. "Well... I don't know..."

She looked up at him with needy puppy-dog eyes. "Please?! If I'm gonna be one of your official cocksuckers, don't we need to make it all official-y?" She sat back, disengaging from his erection. "Here, stand up. That way, you're in more control. You can push my head back if I somehow forget to stop, which I probably will!" She gave him a naughty wink.

He couldn't resist, especially since the pleasure had stopped when his boner was freed from her cleavage. He stood up. "Okay, but just for a second or two."

She cried out, "Yeay!" Then remembering the need to be secretive, she whispered just as emphatically, "Yeay!"

He chuckled at that.

She pulled her French maid outfit back over her breasts again so it would have the full visual impact on him. Then she leaned in and abruptly engulfed his entire cockhead in her mouth.

He clenched his hands at his sides. The titfuck had felt great, but this was even better. Oh, man! Having my dick in Amy's innocent mouth! Dang! A great surge of pleasure washed through him.

She quickly slid her lips back and forth, right over his sweet spot, making his entire body tremble.

But then, after only half a minute or less, she pulled her lips all the way off. She whispered, "See? That didn't count, right? That was just, like, a sneak peek."

He was secretly disappointed that she'd stopped, but he decided it was for the best. He was particularly worried that Susan could be eavesdropping, in which case word would get back to Suzanne.

Luckily for him, the pleasure didn't come to an end, because Amy pulled her top down again and resumed her titfuck while he continued to stand there. She went at it with great vigor.

But, after another couple of minutes like that, they heard steps coming up the stairs.

Fearing it was Susan, they scrambled to separate and make themselves presentable.

Sure enough, it was Susan. She knocked on the door, and then let herself in. She wanted to check on things, and especially check on the state of his penis. But her interest backfired, because the fear that she'd figure out he and Amy were doing something borderline "illegal" caused his penis to rapidly deflate. She stayed and chatted a few minutes, asking Amy how she'd come to wear the French maid outfit.

By the time Amy explained her way out of that, the sexual mood had been broken. (Luckily, Susan hadn't realized that the French maid outfit had come from her own closet, since she wasn't that familiar yet with most of the clothes that Suzanne had lent her.) Amy ended up leaving the room along with Susan.

Alan decided he needed to focus his energies on something other than sexual pleasure, so he sat down to write his school essay.

However, at first, he couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. Phew! That was pretty mind-blowing. That was kind of a sneak peek at what's going to happen. I've known all along that Amy is remarkably sexually willing; I've been the one holding back. But why should I hold back any longer? Aunt Suzy just has to get it through her head that Amy's not a kid anymore. I certainly have! Boy oh boy, is that true!

For a few minutes, he let his mind drift, fantasizing about Amy's sexual promises and possibilities. But then he resolved to hunker down and get serious.

To his great relief, he found that the words seemed to flow as if he were just dictating them. It was as if his mind was so tired of sex-related stuff that he shut that part of his consciousness off completely, which let the essay write itself. He finished in a remarkably short two hours.