6 Times a Day

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Suzanne understood. She pulled off again and sat up.

"Thanks!" he said. His heart was pounding like a drum, and he had to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "You're so damn good at that. Man, that mint was the killer! Also, I like how you were using your teeth."

She replied, "Everyone thinks teeth have to be totally avoided, but they can add to the fun if used in the right way."

He quipped, "Which means the very, very careful way."

She chuckled. "Right."

"How'd you do that, anyway? It didn't even feel sharp."

"I licked my front teeth, tilted my head sideways, and then pressed the flat of my teeth against the shaft, running them up and down its length. It created a new texture, and variety is what it's all about."

"Man! And the breath mint too. Has anyone told you that you really rock?"

She just grinned triumphantly.

He watched her sit back on the sofa and stretch her jaw muscles, like she was practicing yawning. Even that kind of turned him on. He looked her over from head to toe and said, "Aunt Suzy, one question. What's up with this naked but for high heels look that's so popular around here lately?"

"Do you not like it?"

"I never said that. I love it!"

She grinned widely. "There's your answer. But it's more than just for you. Your mom and I have talked about it lately, and we're in agreement that the mere act of putting on high heels makes us horny."

He semi-jokingly corrected, "You mean hornier. Both of you are always horny."

"True. But seriously, some kind of Pavlovian reaction is developing. Lately, all I have to do is strap my heels on and I start salivating. Your mom says the same thing happens to her."

"Really? Wow! That's so arousing!"

She suddenly got off the sofa and started walking away. She made her bare ass cheeks undulate slowly. She looked over her shoulder at him and said, "And you have to admit it firms up the legs and ass."

"And HOW! MAN!"

"Hold that thought." She slowly sashayed out of the den, still wearing nothing but her high heels.

However, once she left the room, she turned around and walked right back in. She grinned, muttering, "Hold on, I forgot something." She deliberately accentuated the bouncing of her breasts as she came back, setting them in motion via subtle shoulder movements.

She walked right up to Alan and dangled her breasts over him. Then she leaned down and kissed his forehead. Of course, that caused even more dangling, and much closer to his face. With a smirk, she turned around and walked away again, except this time walking even slower and with yet more sway in her hips.

He thought, Oh, fuck me! She's so sizzling hot that it's INSANE! God, she sure knows how to tease! I'm liable to cum without any touching if she keeps on walking like that!

He assumed she was going down the hall to the bathroom, but she came back far too quickly to have even washed her hands. That left him very confused. (Not that he was thinking much, given the sexy walk she put on for him yet again.)

His confusion was forgotten once she dropped to her knees in front of him and opened her mouth wide.

He got the picture, sat up, and planted his legs on either side of her.

As her lips closed in around his cockhead, she said, "By the way, don't be alarmed if you feel something shocking at first. Just go with it, okay?"

He nodded. "Sure. Aunt Suzy knows best."

She teased, "Those are words to live by."

He closed his eyes and anxiously waited while her lips opened wider and wider around his cockhead as they slid down it.

Then he felt it. Cold. Extreme cold. "HOOOOLY SHIT!"

But she didn't pause or even open her eyes. She kept sliding her sucking lips until they were past his sweet spot.

He was relieved that the coldness lessened greatly. It dawned on him what was happening. Ice cube! She didn't go to the bathroom; she went to the fridge in the kitchen! Fuck, man! An ice cube on my dick? Is that supposed to feel good? It sounds like a nightmare! But "Aunt Suzy knows best." I'm willing to give this a try. Besides, she knew what she was doing with the teeth thing, and I wouldn't have believed that would work. Gotta have faith!

He realized that she'd let the ice cube slide to the side of her tongue while he recovered from the initial shock. But before long he felt the coldness directly against the side of his shaft. That made him shiver all over, almost like the feeling after an ice-cream-induced brain freeze in the mouth.

Then the cube disappeared elsewhere in her mouth for a while. But even though he couldn't feel the cube directly, her lips and tongue and breath were unusually cold, which gave him wonderful shivers of pleasure.

She continued to experiment, bringing the cube to his skin or just alternating between cold and warm sensations from different parts of her mouth. He feared the ice would cause his dick to go flaccid, like dipping it into cold water, but the opposite actually occurred: his erection seemed to become harder than ever before.

The pleasure was fantastic!

The only problem was that the ice cube melted completely away after only a couple of minutes. That was the end of that experiment, at least for the time being, but his frequent happy moans let her know that he'd love it if she ever wanted to do it again.

However, Suzanne was just getting started. She really wanted to keep working on him all day, if she could.

Time passed. He lost all track of how long they'd been at it. It could have been twenty minutes or it could have been two hours; he couldn't tell. All he knew was that he was drowning in never-ending pleasure. She used a wide variety of techniques on him, as well as frequent change-ups to her rhythms.

Upstairs in the bathroom, Amy and Katherine had plenty of fun shaving and "checking for bumps," even though Alan couldn't be with them.

Downstairs, Suzanne was staking her claim to be top blowjob queen in the Plummer household. She had no doubt that she was the most experienced and talented, but she was feeling the heat from Susan's endless enthusiasm.

He'd forgotten all about her earlier promise to deep throat him. In fact, at that point he could barely remember his name. So it came as a very nice surprise when she finally started deep throating him.

She'd been practicing. She figured that if he had any lingering doubts on who was the very best at cocksucking him, that would remove them. She knew the competition was heating up.

The first time that she'd deep throated him had been just a partial success, and her other attempts since then hadn't been that much of an improvement, but this time she was much better.

She just kept coming forward and forward, until her nose brushed against his pubic hair.

He was amazed all over again that so much of his dick could fit in a mouth. He simply couldn't get used to it; it was a mystery to him, like a sword-swallowing trick. Her saliva covered his erection, allowing her to slide back and forth on it like it was a greased pole.

But what was even better was her tongue. Not surprisingly, she considered her tongue to be her "secret weapon," in both blowjobs and kissing. It wasn't just shockingly long; it was remarkably agile and active, and had excellent reach. When she'd tried deep throating him previously, she'd mostly been focused on fighting her gag reflex. Now that she was more practiced at it, she brought her extraordinary tongue into play.

Before long, Alan was sitting on cloud nine. Suzanne's triple attack of tongue, throat, and lips felt almost as good as when Glory did her quadruple attack, which also used her hands. Glory admittedly had the better technique, but Suzanne scored points through sheer tongue length and dexterity.

A few times, Suzanne was able to snake out her tongue and lick his balls even as her lips were still sliding around his boner.

He was blown away. Glory, whom he considered the queen of deep throaters, not only had never done that; she couldn't, because she didn't have the tongue length to attempt it.

He'd been thinking off and on about revealing to her that Amy had decided to become one of his "official personal cocksuckers." He didn't even know what that meant, but he figured Suzanne wouldn't be happy about it. For a brief moment, he seriously considered blurting it out while she was deep throating him, so she wouldn't have her mouth free to reply. But he decided that would be kind of mean. Besides, he doubted he was capable of speaking a coherent sentence.

He couldn't hold out long against such a skilled tongue and throat massage, so eventually he cried out that it was time.

She quickly backed her lips down his penis so she could savor his cum in her mouth. Then she sucked him hard as he painted the back of her throat.

While they recovered, he said, "That was incredible! I'm totally unworthy!"

"I know," she laughed. "But seriously, you've got your medical treatment that we have to help you with."

"That's the best thing that's ever happened to me. No question! ... I'm curious though. What did you do differently this time? You really nailed that!"

"It's funny you ask that. As you may have noticed, your mom bought some sex books recently. I saw one lying around and started reading it. It said that if you're having trouble with your gag reflex, squeeze your left fist as tight as you can, and the cock will slide right on down. And damned if it didn't work!"

"Are you serious?"

"Surprisingly, it's true. Well, that plus the recent practice on you. I don't know if the fist thing works because of some weird body interconnections, like with acupuncture, or if it's just the distraction and the placebo effect, and frankly I don't need to know, so long as it works."

He wiped the sweat from his brow. "Man alive! You are GOOD! No, so much better than good, or even great. Not just the deep throating. Everything!"

She smirked. Her plan had been a success. Normally she wasn't consciously competitive with Susan, her best friend, but she couldn't help but say to herself, Take THAT, Susan!

While they were both recovering, he again pondered if he should confess that Amy had become one of his personal cocksuckers (even if, technically, she couldn't suck him yet). But he chickened out. He hoped that events would help make that more of a fait accompli if he gave it another couple of days.

Before long, Suzanne started talking to him about her plans for the day. "Sweetie, you and I have never gone to the beach together, just the two of us. I know you like to go to the beach almost every weekend when the weather's okay. What if you went with me instead of your boring friends? I think I can do a few things they can't do, if you know what I mean."

Not for the first time, she was scheming to get him alone outside of the house so they could fuck for hours without worrying about getting caught. When she did it with him 'officially' for the first time - not counting the "Elle" disaster - she wanted it to be a memory to last a lifetime.

"Hmmm, interesting idea," he replied noncommittally. He was all in favor of the idea in theory, but he worried about the personal politics involved. If I disappear for the day with Aunt Suzy, then Sis and Mom won't take it too well. Even Aims might be disappointed. I left her and Sis in the lurch just a short while ago. Would it be better if maybe we all go together? But one can't exactly get a blowjob on a public beach anyways. But then again, Aunt Suzy might think of something. If anyone could find a way to swing it, it would be her...

"Oh, shoot!" Suddenly she sat up and began fumbling around for her clothes. She found the nightie she'd been wearing earlier and quickly slipped it back on.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"It's your Mom. Can't you hear the garage door opening? Let's make ourselves at least semi-presentable. Trust me on this."

He said, "'Aunt Suzy knows best.'"

She impatiently leaned over him and cooed, "Sweetie? Please? If you go with me, I promise you won't regret it. I'll make you feel really, really good. I have a special surprise." She didn't want to just come out and say she'd allow him to go all the way and fuck her, as she wanted that to be the surprise.

"Special surprise? Better than a deep throat?"

"Mmmm. Much better. Trust your Aunt Suzy on this one too." She was eager to get his answer before Susan came in.

He thought, That sounds really good! What could possibly be better than the deep throating she just gave me? Fucking isn't an option, obviously. Hmmm, a threesome, maybe? That would rock! God, life is so good!

He mumbled, "What about the others?" He found it very hard to think. Her semi-transparent nightie did nothing to cover her charms as her body hung just above him.

She ground her pussy down onto one of his knees, which happened to be between her legs. Her mouth inched right up next to his.

He could feel her fragrant breath and smell her lavender-shampooed hair.