6 Times a Day



Susan lay nude in her bed.

Suzanne sat on the edge of the bed, hovering over her new sister like a nurse looking over a sick patient.

However, Susan wasn't sick, she was just tired. She'd slept past noon, and then took a long hot bath. Then she called Suzanne to come over and then lay in her bed waiting for her to arrive. She now had the energy to go do things, but she felt so lazy that she just wanted to stay in bed.

Suzanne looked down with concern. "How you doing?" She was still dressed in her outside world clothes, as she'd rushed to Susan's side as soon as she'd gotten a call to come over. She was concerned for her friend.

"Good, physically. It's the mental part that worries me." She drew her finger in invisible circles around her temple, making the sign for craziness. "I'm officially Coo-Coo for cock n' nuts."

Suzanne burst into laughter at Susan's word play on a famous breakfast cereal slogan. "I love this new sense of humor that's shown up with your sexual liberation... My God, he drained you that good? You're still reeling?"

Susan smiled a bit naughtily. "As a matter of fact, he did. But that's not my problem right now - it's that I'm so addicted. Now that I've had him in me, I must have him again and again! I thought last night would quench my need for a while, at least a few days, but it's only redoubled it! I'm such a hopeless nympho. If his fat stick isn't sliding between my legs, or at least in and out of one of my holes or between my tits, then life seems pale and meaningless. But I've been so bad."

Susan then went on and explained the events of the morning, focusing on how she'd cheated Katherine by stealing a fuck away from her. She played up her role to be as dastardly as she could make it, because she felt particularly remorseful at the moment.

Suzanne mostly just listened, but she scooted down the bed and pulled the sheets away so she could massage Susan's legs. That was a much appreciated gesture.

When Susan finished her story, Suzanne knew it was her turn to speak. She said, "Susan, I know exactly how you feel, it's just that the emotions you're feeling are magnified since you were essentially a vaginal virgin. Ron's small, limp dick hardly counts. You're going a little bit overboard as you discover how good sex can really be. One good thing is that in time your need will lessen after the novelty wears off. But I've often been through what you're going through today - that feeling of withdrawal, the suffering of not getting solidly nailed. I've been going through it all weekend in the worst way, as you know. Luckily, I've come up with some coping strategies. The main thing is that you just have to get used to it. There's only one Alan, and there's four of us, plus all his other women."

Suzanne looked at the clock next to the bed. "Look. It's near the end of lunch at school right now. I'll bet he's drilling a cunt right now." She wasn't far off - Alan had gotten a great dual blowjob from Heather and Simone just a few minutes earlier.

Susan just moaned in pleasure at that. Her heart was filled with pride at the idea of her son having his pick of the best teen pussy and fucking them in secret during lunch while everyone else just ate. She also ardently hoped that he was banging as many teachers and staff as were Alan-worthy.

Suzanne continued, "Given the royal, deluxe fucking you got, I'm sure you'll agree that it's only fair that the others get their chance today. In fact, some resentment has been building that you get an unfair share, what with your nightly goodnight kiss and cocksuck, the Tuesday tradition, before school fun, and more." She cleverly talked about "the others" as if she was neutral in the matter, when in fact she was talking about herself as much as anyone, if not more.

But even the completely trusting Susan picked up on that fact. "Do you resent me, too?"

"Of course. Not all the time, but sometimes. You know how cuntally-focused I am, and after last night I think you can begin to see why. Nothing beats getting a vagina filled to the brim with a stiff, meaty, and oh-so-slippery organ! Having to just listen and watch last night was tough. But I also love you dearly, and I understand you, and forgive you. There's bound to be jealousies. But if you would try to make it fairer, it would be better for the harem dynamic. We all know how much Alan loves you and your scorching hot body, and he's going to tend to choose you the most. You know I've had some issues at being the second fiddle, and it's a difficult issue for me. It'll take time for me to get over my resentments relating to that alone. So please try to understand our needs a bit more, and don't monopolize him so much, okay?"

Susan squirmed around and complained, "But it's so haaaard! I want to be filled! Drilled! Pounded! He needs to drown me in his thick cum!" She moaned some more as she scissored her thighs together in memory of the night before, temporarily kicking Suzanne's hands away.

"I know, I know. I feel the same. But let's be realistic and look at the numbers. If we look long-term, he's probably going to average about six climaxes a day. He's doing better than that right now, but he's bound to settle down a bit once the initial excitement wears off. He may even not regularly make six. So with Brenda and all the outside pussy and whatnot, that means the four of us will probably only get approximately one of his climaxes a day. There will even be days you don't get any!"

Susan moaned louder than before, but in extreme distress this time. She was acting as if all she could do was moan and lay in bed to get fucked, but that was just her laziness. She focused on the pleasures of Suzanne's hands kneading her thighs for a while, but finally added, "How will I endure? If I can't help myself, like this morning, there's going to be big trouble."

Suzanne replied confidently, "There's only one option. Obviously, we can't have any other man. The very idea disgusts me."

"Obviously!"

"And we can't go without sex. That's like going without air, now that we've fully tasted these joys as a family. So to bide our time, us femmes need to fuck each other more often. I know we've talked about this before, but we need to do it a LOT more often, and we haven't been. Which leads me to coping strategies. These morning sessions with you every day have been vital for me keeping my sanity. If it weren't for you fingering and doing me with a strap-on almost every morning this past week, I think I would have died from pure fuck need."

"That's true," Susan agreed. "We should play around some right now."

Suzanne paused and her eyes brightened, filled with anticipation. "You mean it? You're up for it?"

"Sure," Susan answered with growing enthusiasm. "I told you I'm feeling better now. I was just bummed, that's all."

"Woo-hoo! It's Susan time!" Suzanne suddenly stood up and began to peel her clothes off. For once, she actually had on a bra and panties to remove, and she took them off so vigorously that they almost ripped. She enthused, "Susan, this is one of my favorite parts of the day! God, I love sex!" She playfully stuck out her freakishly long tongue and winked.

"I noticed," Susan answered wryly. "I love it too. But the problem is I love it too much. We need to do something different today. We're always talking about Alan, and when we fuck, one of us is usually pretending to be him. In my current state that would only drive me mad with desire. Plus, most of my body has recovered, but my cunt is still tender. Otherwise, believe me, I would have been fingering it before you even got here. I can't get any relief today!"

"Not true," Suzanne replied knowingly. "This gets to the issue of coping strategies. We have to be clever. For instance, your ass is fine, isn't it?"

Susan huffed, "Unfortunately. He didn't even fuck it once last night!"

Suzanne smiled, "Now, Susan, what did I say? Don't be so greedy or it'll just generate more resentment. You know he didn't only because you wanted him to do your cunt instead. I figured your asshole would be your best hole today, so look what I brought." She pulled out an anal dildo she'd thoughtfully picked up from the underwear cabinet on her way in.

Susan rolled over eagerly so Suzanne could insert it. "You're the greatest best friend and sister ever! I promise I'll try my best to share with you and the others more; it's the least I can do for such wonderful and thoughtful people like you. But in the meantime, how can I make you happy? You're probably as hard up for some Tiger cock as I am."

"Worse! It's only been hours for you; it's been four vaginally un-fucked days for me. I don't count that game of 'Fuck Fuck Goose' that he played on Friday where he stuck it in a few times - it's not the same unless he delivers a load, as I'm sure you'll agree. But leave it to me. First I'll take care of your need, and then you can take care of mine."