6 Times a Day

Although Suzanne and Alan had reached the door to his room, she said, "Just a sec, Sweetie. Let me freshen up." As he went ahead into his room, she paused outside his door and continued pondering her situation. She realized that lately she'd been a bit like Susan, in that she'd been so busy just doing that she hadn't been thinking things through properly. She wanted to change that.

Pacing naked up and down the hallway in nothing but her high heels while holding her large breasts from bouncing too much, she thought, Okay, the problem here is how to counter the incest factor. I'm his "Aunt Suzy," but I'm not his real aunt, and in any case 'aunt' status wouldn't come close to competing with the mother and daughter status in terms of desire for forbidden fruit.

In his eyes the three of us women are all about equally attractive and personable, but I have two things that puts me ahead of the others: my scheming wiles, and my greater sexual skill and experience. Okay, and maybe my long tongue, but that's not as big a factor, really. In the short term, I have to wow and overwhelm him with my sexual prowess so in the long term I can reshape our relationship at a fundamental level to something more official and substantial. If he treats me as his wife then I'll have as close a relationship as a sister or his mother. At least from there I should be able to use my wits to stay one step ahead of them, though it won't be easy. Angel in particular is a quick learner.

The problem is, Susan is so into blowjobs that she's overcoming her lack of experience through sheer enthusiasm. I can't get a clear edge there. Ditto with Angel and all her "fuck toy" talk. But when it comes to fucking, I can gain ground while Susan continues to muck around with her indecision and moral qualms. Sweetie needs to fuck me, NOW! It's way overdue.

It's risky with the two of them waiting downstairs, but I have to solidify my position with him TODAY, not tomorrow. Things are too unsettled. There's no telling what one or both of those two might do at any moment. For all I know, he could announce tomorrow that he and Angel are secretly going to go steady. He might even start fucking her at home at any time, if he hasn't done so already.

I've got to fuck him tonight. Now is the time! I'm so very ready. To be honest, I don't know if this makes the most strategic sense or if it's just my pussy doing the thinking, picking the option that gets me fucked the soonest, but frankly I don't care. I need it! I need HIM in me right now!

She pushed open the door and saw the sight she'd hoped for: a ready Alan lying naked on his bed. Locking the door behind her, she practically dove at him, covering him completely with her nude body.

After they'd French kissed for a minute or so, they paused to both sit up. She asked, more as a statement than a question, "We're not just going to be giving you a blowjob today, are we?"

"Uh, no," he replied hesitantly, hoping his newfound "go with the flow" and "the less talking the safer you are" tactics would pay off once again.

"Do you remember what I promised you the last time we were together alone, on Sunday night?"

"How could I forget? You promised that I could get to know your pussy a little bit. Finally!"

She chuckled with pure glee. "A little bit? I want you to get VERY well acquainted with it. Tonight."

She lay back on the bed right below where he was sitting up. She spread her legs very wide, giving him a great view of her pussy.

His dick was already hard, mere inches away from that tempting target.

She pulled her pussy lips open.

He noticed just how thick and symmetrical those lips were. She had a luxuriantly thick dark brown bush. It seemed to him that when it came to Suzanne and sex, she always had more assets than most women. He even commented, "You know, your body is built for sex. And I really do mean that."

"Why thank you... I guess."

He bent forward to closely examine her nether lips and the gap that she was exposing between them.

She said, "Suzanne's pussy, meet Alan Plummer. Alan, say hello to Suzanne's pussy, your new best friend and, I hope, your home away from home!"

He bent closer, marveling at the delicate light pink of her pussy lips and inner membranes that he could see now that she was wide open. He figured her light color down there went with her ivory white skin.

Giggling gaily like Katherine often did, she asked, "Sweetie, don't be rude. If you meet someone new, don't you give them a handshake?"

He got the idea, so put three fingers into her slit. He was tempted to put in four to make it more like a hand reaching for a handshake, but that seemed like just too many fingers. He spoke into her crotch, "How do you do, Aunt Suzy's pussy? Do you come here often? What's your sign?"

Both of them laughed. Then she responded, "I do cum here often. I love this room - the cum room. I just love walking in here and filling my nostrils with the smell of your sweet cum. Mmmm. Good memories, and great expectations."

She was eager to fuck, but since his fingers were already there she wanted him to get her off manually first. So, suddenly all action, she said, "Sweetie, I know you know all about the G-spot. Katherine is a bit secretive about what you do and who you do, but she told me that much at least. Can you find mine?"

He had no trouble finding Suzanne's G-spot. Like everything else she had, including her clit, it was bigger and somehow more exceptional than others' he'd experienced. And unlike when he tried to figure out the mysteries of the G-spot with Katherine, Suzanne knew exactly what she wanted. She wasted no time in teaching him how she wanted him to stimulate it, after which he went to town doing exactly what she wanted.

But just as she was about to cum, she had him stop completely, which surprised him.

She pointed out, "Sweetie, I'm just doing the little trick that you're becoming so famous for. Go right up to the edge, then stop and get a second wind, like you always do with your strategic pauses. You should learn that's good for a woman too. It's not just how many times a woman cums, but the intensity of the cumming. After a few of these pauses I'll have the mother of all orgasms; just you wait and see."

So he worked on her G-spot some more, even as he fiddled with her clit and she jacked him off. She urged him to go faster and faster, which he did.

She was concerned that they wouldn't have much time, since Katherine and Susan were waiting downstairs, undoubtedly fidgeting more and more, and she desperately wanted to get to the fucking. She was especially concerned about Susan, knowing that this interlude was imposing on her best friend's Tuesday "tradition."

She built up toward that big climax, but before she got there she had him pause again and remove his hand completely. She decided to hold off, so that she would have her massive orgasm when they fucked.

She thought, I've got to build this up, just like Sweetie always does, so this will be the greatest fuck of my life. No ordinary "bam bam, thank you ma'am" fuck; with my Sweetie I've got to make it the most pleasurable fuck ever. I have to keep building and building with more foreplay.

But no sooner did she think this than she ruined her own plan. Her pussy was simply too needy. She sat on her heels on his bed and said, "In a better world I'd tease this out and make a big production of it, but I can't stand it another second. It's time for you to fuck me NOW! Hard! Give it all you've got. Do you have any problem with that?"

Alan's cock was visibly twitching, ready to go, so Suzanne was surprised that his face showed more concern that excitement. She was even more surprised when he said, rather loudly, "That's a good one. Funny joke. What should we really do?"

She was beside herself with disbelief.

But before she could demand an explanation, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Just a second. I'd LOVE to do that! I can't even begin to tell you just how much I've dreamed about it. But we can't in this house. No way, no how. What do you think the odds are that my mom is pressing her ear to the door at this very moment? I'd say very high. Almost certain, in fact."

Suzanne frowned, suddenly feeling very worried about what she'd already said.

He continued quietly, "Come on, Aunt Suzy! We have to be careful. Strategic. Or she'll blow her lid. Especially after catching Sis on Saturday. Who knows what she'd do? We could lose all kinds of progress with her, and she'd probably slap a big punishment on you."

Suzanne was so raring to fuck that she'd forgotten all about the possibility of people listening through the door, even though she'd done it herself on several recent occasions. She'd thought that locking the door was good enough, but she recalled that holding an ear directly to the door was pretty effective, especially if one used a glass to improve sound conduction.

She still couldn't believe that they couldn't fuck right then. Hoping that she could prove that they were alone and then get on with their fucking, she said, loudly, "Let me think about that. All the delightful possibilities." Then she crept across the room to the door.

Suzanne put her ear on the door. Even though the room was fairly soundproof, an ear on the door did wonders from this side too, and as she listened carefully she was just able to make out the sound of heavy panting on the other side. She also saw that there was no light coming through the keyhole, implying that something like Susan's body was blocking it.

She stepped back and curled her hands into fists. She was so angry that she wanted to punch someone or something. She yelled, in her own mind, God fucking damn you, Susan! Fucking getting off listening to us in here! You had a full hour alone with him in this room just a short while ago. Give me some fucking privacy and some fucking time so I can finally fuck this wonderful boy in peace, the way he needs to be fucked! Not to mention MY need! I'm dying, waiting to do it! So is he! Go the hell away and let us do it already!

She paced back and forth, for once heedless of just how sexy her naked body looked while she was doing that. She was having a hard time not thinking very unkind and hurtful things about her best friend.

Alan had been hopeful that in fact they were alone and that his precautions were unnecessary, but by looking at Suzanne fuming he knew that she'd detected someone on the other side of the door. He thought, Look how pissed off she is! That means she's really serious about wanting to fuck, right now! Oh, man! This is killing me!

Suzanne momentarily considered just jumping on Alan and having her way with him, but she realized that would be damaging to her long term plans. Besides, there was no way to have a great first fuck in silence, with a rapt listener at the door and worrying what the fallout would be.

She shook her fist at the door. FUCK! That's it. The first chance I have with my Sweetie, he and I are going to rent a hotel room and fuck like insane bunnies on speed! Put that in the bank! I'm going to craft a cover story that'll give us hours and hours of prime fucking. The cover isn't so much the problem as the time. Between his school, his afternoon naps, breakfast and dinner, his tennis tournament, the S-Club, and God knows what else... Oh, there's a stupid fucking card game with Brenda tomorrow night too, so tomorrow is out. Damn! ... Oh no! God no! Even worse! He's got that fucking Boy Scout hiking trip this weekend too. FUUUUUCCCKK!

She shook her fist again, then thought, Compose yourself, Suzanne. You're losing it. Losing your edge. Don't lose your reason and your ability to scheme. It's the only thing that keeps you ahead of this pack. Relax. Breathe. Think. Just take a deep breath and think.

She breathed slowly several times, then thought, I'm in a quandary. My time with Sweetie right now is very limited. I'm going to enjoy this time with him, and then figure out when we can fuck later. Thursday, maybe. Gotta do it by Friday, before he leaves that evening for his scouting trip. Definitely before then. Damn.

Making sure to walk back to his bed before talking, she said, "Jacking you off is so much fun, but my hands are getting tired. Let's try something else." She said that to cover for the time she'd spent across the room, knowing now that Susan was probably able to hear everything that was said louder than a whisper.