6 Times a Day

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Suzanne came over when she saw Susan's car return home.

As soon as she walked in, Susan rushed up to her and cried.

Suzanne held her in a comforting hug. "What's wrong?" the buxom neighbor asked.

"Suzanne, I'm so awful. I did all kinds of unmentionable things this morning. Tiger and I, we... And my precious Angel! Oh! It was terrible!" She sobbed and sobbed.

Suzanne immediately found herself getting aroused, as she imagined the kinds of things Alan, Katherine, and Susan might have done together. But she just held Susan, lovingly stroking her hair. "Don't worry. It'll be okay. Whatever happened, we'll make it okay."

After another minute or two of loving hugging, Suzanne said, "So tell me what happened. Start from the beginning."

Susan wasn't actually crying so much by that time, although she remained terribly depressed. She said, "Well, I'll just be blunt about it. He was getting my attention, which you know involves fondling my ass, when that somehow turned into him dry humping me between my legs. We were practically, well, you know... Fucking! There, I said it. I don't even know how he restrained himself. It was so much like he was having sex with me doggy style that I can hardly believe it. It was terrible!"

"Was it really?" Suzanne asked as she comfortingly stroked Susan's cheek. "Didn't you enjoy it?"

"Enjoy it? Dear God! I can't even describe how good it made me feel. That's what's so horrible. I have no control! And it's so wrong, but every time I only realize that after the fact."

"Did you cum?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I did! Buckets and buckets, it seemed like. The whole morning practically felt like one non-stop orgasm. It was terrible!"

Suzanne chuckled as she kept hugging her. "That doesn't sound so terrible to me. Susan, remember, this is for his medical benefit. You're not just doing this willy nilly; it's for his medical benefit. Always. Repeat after me: medical benefit."

Susan was hesitant, but Suzanne nudged her until she grudgingly said, "Medical benefit."

However, Susan added, "Okay, I understand how we need to stroke and suck him many times a day for his medical benefit, but do things have to get so... weird? I haven't even started to tell you about all the terrible things I ended up doing this morning. And that was all in just one morning! What'll happen next week, or the month after that? Will I really be able to keep him from truly fucking me?"

"You will," Suzanne said confidently. "Think about this morning. He had a perfect chance to fuck you, from what little I gather. Yet he didn't. If he can resist that temptation today, he'll be able to resist it a month from now just as easily, right?"

"I guess," Susan said, still depressed at the thought. But at least she was slightly encouraged.

Suzanne realized that Susan needed more support, so she launched into a long lecture about the importance of helping Alan. She stressed that he needed a wide variety of "weird" stimulation with many different women in order to climax so many times a day, day after day after day after day. Her not-so-subtle bottom-line message was that anything was okay - no limits and no boundaries - as long as it didn't involve "actual incest." And she narrowly defined that to be only penis-in-vagina direct vaginal sex.

By the time Suzanne was done, Susan was convinced that she was performing a sacred and noble duty. But Susan still felt worried because of what had happened between her and her daughter. She wasn't comfortable talking about it with Suzanne because she was also feeling similar strange feelings toward her best friend, so she didn't mention it.

With the first crisis of the day seemingly averted, Suzanne led Susan down to the basement gym for their daily exercises. They remained focused on their exercises while they were working out but, as usual, they talked and gossiped during their breaks.

Suzanne had been hoping to finally convince Susan to take off her wedding ring. Frankly, seeing Susan wear that ring grated on her like fingernails on a chalkboard. She saw it as a symbol of all that had been wrong in both of their lives up until recently. But given how she'd had to talk Susan down from another prudish backlash, she could tell that it wasn't the right time.

Instead, she focused on sexy talk about Alan, to help hold Susan's prudish worries at bay. That was easy, since their morning talks had been growing increasingly arousing and detailed anyway.

For instance, the day before, they'd talked extensively about Sunday's beach trip. Suzanne still kept a few secrets, such as how she'd put Alan's dick in her vagina while away from shore, hoping that he would fuck her for real, but even without such details their remembered experiences got them both hot and bothered as they discussed them together. When she explained to Susan how Alan had fingered her AND Amy's anuses under their bikini bottoms at the beach, in front of hundreds of people, Susan got so out-of-control horny that Suzanne was half-convinced that Susan was going to rip off all her own clothes and just masturbate to total exhaustion.

Their exercising always got them quite sweaty, so they always took showers afterwards. But lately those showers had turned into very prolonged masturbation sessions. With two upstairs showers, Susan would get in the one in her bedroom and Suzanne would use the other one, then they'd each take twenty or thirty minutes masturbating while mentally relishing all the arousing things they'd talked about. That was now as much a part of their daily ritual as the exercising itself, even though those solitary activities went unshared.

Suzanne of course knew exactly what Susan must be doing, but didn't want to embarrass her further by discussing it. In fact, there were times she could hear Susan screaming out in orgasmic ecstasy from the other bathroom down the hall.

Suzanne could get just as worked up, but she never let herself lose control to the point of screaming out in total abandon. Consequently, Susan didn't realize that her own screaming carried so well through the walls of the house. Suzanne realized that must be the case, so she avoided ever saying or doing anything that would indicate that she was aware of Susan's shower masturbation sessions.

Since the two women didn't need to work for a living, they had a lot of free time on their hands. Previously they'd spent a lot of it going out and socializing and playing tennis or bridge with other women, but lately they'd been spending more time at their own homes. For both of them, they were spending more and more of that time with their fingers in their pussies, or Alan's erection in a hand or mouth, and often both.

So this had become the "exercise routine" that they followed that day. The only difference was that Suzanne was wearing a cut-off T-shirt instead of her usual spandex top. And cut off it certainly was: it was cut almost like a bikini top, with most of her boobs hanging out below the fabric, which barely covered her nipples. She'd never worn anything like it before while exercising, and it was terrible for providing support for her large bust, but she figured that the sight of her heaving breasts would help keep Susan extra horny.

As always, their topic was Alan. Susan was still feeling too embarrassed about what had happened at breakfast that morning, so instead they discussed the previous night's fashion show seemingly forever. Taking a break from working out on their exercise equipment, they reclined back on adjacent machines.

Susan eventually found herself talking about her exhilaration in taking her clothes off during the fashion show. "Suzanne, call me weird, but there's something magical there. Every time I take off any clothes in front of my cutie Tiger, I feel a tingle. A powerful tingle! Sure, I feel especially tingly in my pussy and my nipples, but I honestly feel it all over my body, even way down to my toes. And whenever I bare my big tits for him... Oh my gosh! It's soooo good! It's like a mental orgasm. All I can think about is how my busty body is there to serve him! To serve... Mmmm! Serve his every sexual need!"

Suzanne chuckled. "Calm down, or we'll have to hose you down. And I mean with water, not with his creamy cum."

"Oh, poo! You're no fun!" Susan laughed.

Suzanne was glad to see Susan increasingly able to joke about that kind of thing, or just joke at all. In her earlier life before Alan began his treatment, she'd never had a sense of humor. But Suzanne also felt very envious. I wish everything was so new and exciting to me that simply taking off a sock would make me almost cum, like it does for her. I think she really is that excitable!

Suzanne decided to use their discussion to get Susan more used to being naked. "Susan, when that happens to you, is it a passing feeling that fades as soon as you take your clothes off?"

"Oh no! Definitely not. As long as his eyes are on me, it's a constant tingly thrill. It's like his hands are hefting my super sensitive tits up and down, even when they're not. You know what I mean?"

"I suppose. But does it only work when he's around, or would it work, say, now?"

"Now?" Susan asked, puzzled. "Why now? Tiger's not even in the house."

"I know. But just humor me. I'd like to try an experiment. Can you take your top off? I want to see if you feel tingly at all doing that even when he's not around."

Susan started to pull her top off, but then said, "Very well, but I'll only do it to show you it won't work."

Once Susan was standing there with bare breasts, she said, "See? No tingles at all."

"Hmmm. Well, exercise like that for a little while, and let me know if you feel a change," Suzanne said.

"Why should it be any different?"

"Well, I'm thinking you also get off on being naked when others aren't. Doesn't it excite you a little extra when you're on your knees and totally naked, or maybe just wearing high heels, and he's standing before you fully dressed, with just his big boner poking through his fly?"

Susan's eyes went wide. "My goodness! Suzanne, you've got a point there, that's for sure. Oh God! How could I not suck on his manly shaft, for hours and hours, when he towers over me like that? I just feel so, well..."

"Helpless?" Suzanne suggested.

"Definitely! But not only that. Shamed. Controlled. Tamed and obedient, like a... like a... trained dog! Oh God! I can't believe I just said that! Forget you heard that, okay?"

Suzanne grinned. "Sure." But she was delighted at Susan's attitude. She's more submissive than I ever dared to hope. The only obstacle is her boundaries, especially her deep-seated aversion to incest. I've defined it down as narrowly as I can, but I can't simply define it out of existence. I don't want her to be a totally horny slut half the time and miserably guilty the rest of the time. All I can keep doing is pushing and pushing and hope that her prudish side finally withers and dies.

As the two of them exercised, Suzanne kept the topless Susan hot, bothered, and easily distracted by bringing up all the special things Alan and Susan could do together now that it was a Tuesday.

Susan spoke at great length about the fantasies she had involving Alan coming home from school and doing things to her. She got so carried away that she frequently forgot to keep exercising. Eventually, she realized just how long she'd been dominating the discussion, so she asked, "Suzanne, you don't mind me hogging all the Tuesday fun, do you?"

Suzanne replied, "I don't mind it so much. I know it means a lot to you to have that special day, but between that and Amy now getting in on the picture, which I'm not exactly thrilled about, sometimes I feel like I'll be lucky to get even a couple licks in a day, so to speak."

"Amy getting in on the picture?" Susan asked quizzically. "She did get pretty involved with the fashion show, but she's not THAT in on the picture when it comes to his cock. You've forbidden her from joining in the cocksucking joy. I certainly hope you change your stance on that, and soon."

Suzanne replied, "I did forbid her, but she was surprisingly disobedient last night. Do you know what I saw when I came downstairs to leave your house? Amy and Sweetie were in the living room alone, and she was sucking on his thick erection!"

"NOOOO!" Susan hadn't heard that news yet. She was thrilled.

"Yes! I think it was the first time she'd sucked him to orgasm, and it happened right in front of my eyes. I don't know what to do about that girl."

"Oh God! Suzanne! Do you realize what this means? Tiger has just added another beautiful girl to his stable! That's so HOT!"

Suzanne knew just what to say to push Susan over the edge. She spoke matter-of-factly, as if she were saying something expected. "Yes, Amy is already talking about how she'll be proud to be one of his personal cocksuckers. So now he'll have four of those at home and who knows how many more at school."

"Oh! Dear Lord! TOO HOT!" Susan climaxed as she imagined Amy naked and bobbing on her son's thick erection. She forgot about decorum and brazenly fingered her clit though her exercise shorts, even though Suzanne was right next to her. Midway through her climax, her fantasy shifted and she imagined that it was herself instead of Amy doing the sucking.

As she came down a bit from her erotic high, she mumbled, "Amy is a good kid..." She closed her eyes and unthinkingly ran her hands over her own now bared breasts. But mindful again that Suzanne might well be watching, she tried to keep her movements really subtle.

Suzanne found Susan's orgasm quite arousing. Once Susan closed her eyes, Suzanne was free to masturbate as well, though through her clothes.

But then Susan unexpectedly opened her eyes and looked directly at Suzanne.

Suzanne was caught with a hand inside her loose T-shirt, but she quickly acted as if she was just scratching an itch next to her left nipple.

Susan said more seriously, "Suzanne, do you think maybe we're corrupting our children? I completely agree with what you said about the supreme importance of stroking and sucking him every day, but there are side effects. I mean, what happens to us old broads doesn't really matter if we focus so much of our time and energy on being his personal cocksuckers. After all, his medical needs are immense, and we have no choice but to help. Right?"

"Of course." Suzanne had kept scratching her boob to make it clear that she was scratching, but now she finally withdrew her hand from inside her shirt.

Susan went on, "But having the girls help him out might be warping their normal sex lives, as well as interfering with their homework. Shouldn't the kids be dating like normal people their age? All three could graduate from high school without dating at all anymore, the way things are going."

Suzanne said reassuringly, "I think they're just going through a phase. At first I was upset last night at seeing Amy getting physical with my Sweetie, but the more I've thought about it, the more I realize it's a good thing for her. She has to discover sex sooner or later, and who safer and better to teach her than him?"

She added, "Unlike most other guys, we know he'll go slow and be gentle and understanding. He certainly won't rape her like Jack Johnson almost did."

Susan asked, "That's true, but are you mad at her? I remember you specifically forbade her from sucking on his cock."

"I was upset about that, but I decided to let it go. I guess trying to stop her from becoming one of his cocksucking helpers was like trying to stop the tide. I can't really blame her for disobeying, after all the things she's seen in this house. And as for dating, I'm thinking: what if he dates Amy publicly and officially? If you think about it, it could be a pretty good match."

"Hmmm." Susan pondered the idea. "You know, you're right. They're clearly attracted to each other, and there would be nothing 'funny' about it. But what about Tiger and Angel? They have totally unnatural, deep feelings for each other! What am I going to do about that? If Tiger goes out with Amy, that might create big jealousy problems with Angel. I think she wants him in a very unsisterly way! He feels the same way too, I think."

Suzanne interjected, "You think? What gives you that impression?" She sounded serious, but she rolled her eyes at the realization that this was only now dawning on Susan.

Susan didn't notice the sarcasm, and continued, "It's true! Just think for instance how he was rubbing his hands all over Angel at the fashion show. I really shouldn't have allowed that. I mean, I have no problem with her stroking and sucking his cock; she's just helping him with his problem. But if he starts to touch her pussy, who knows where that could lead? And did you see that bunny routine she did? Was that just an act? It's like she actually wants her brother to have real intercourse with her!"

Suzanne was incredulous that Susan would have any doubts about her children wanting to fuck each other, but she kept a straight face.

Susan continued, "But when I try to keep the two of them apart in some situation like that, Angel just thinks it's because I want to monopolize him for myself. And sometimes she has a point. I can get a little... well, carried away. So I have trouble being strict, 'cos I don't like being a hypocrite."

Suzanne didn't have any quick answer to that, so she let Susan keep talking.

Despite the problems being discussed, Susan felt increasingly horny. She cupped her bare boobs with both hands and even tweaked her nipples a little bit, hoping Suzanne wouldn't see. "And it gets even worse! I suppose I should tell you what else happened this morning, even though it's really embarrassing for me. Tiger couldn't get a hard-on at breakfast today. For the second time, that is! Hee-hee. Lordy. The first time was great since I got to swallow his load."

Suzanne said, "Tell me all the juicy details. Was that before or after he dry humped you? Relive it for me. Make me feel like I can taste his cock on my tongue."

"That's not important now. ... Maybe later." Susan broke her serious mood to smile briefly as she added with conviction, "Definitely later." She knew that she and Suzanne would relive every moment in great detail before the school day was over, and she momentarily lost her concentration as she stared off into space thinking about doing just that.

Seeing Susan cupping her big tits, Suzanne asked, "By the way, how's exercising topless working out for you? Are you feeling extra tingly?"

"Yes," she admitted, taking her hands off her breasts thanks to that reminder. "But don't let me lose my focus. I want to discuss this problem, about how he couldn't get hard."

"I thought you said he did? Didn't he gloriously empty his nuts down your throat?"

She smiled blissfully. "He sure did. And it WAS glorious! You can say that again! But it was just the one time." Her face morphed into sadness. "We've talked before about how crucial it is for him to climax twice before school, so he can spread his orgasms throughout the day and give his penis time to recover in between. So I tried everything, even though Angel was sitting there only a few feet away! I'm so shameless. I wore that nightie you just bought me, the long see-through one-"

Suzanne interrupted, "How did that go over?"

"Oh, it was wonderful! It was like his big hard cock grew an extra inch. But that was the first time. After he climaxed, nothing seemed to work to get him stiff again. I bent and twisted my body every which way. I remembered all the moves you taught me. I stroked and stroked, and sucked and sucked. But nothing."