6 Times a Day

A new, sober mood settled over the Plummer house. This made it very hard for Alan to keep up his six-times-a-day average. When he got to his room, he threw his backpack down in anger, then began to reflect on his day.

Dammit, six times a day every single day is just too hard. No, it’s impossible! I mean, most every day this house has four women in it, each of whom could easily be a centerfold. And the way things have been evolving and how some of them have been helping has generally been like one endless wet dream for me. But one off day, just one, and my weekly average is thrown to hell! If I’m having this hard a time already, how could any other guy cope with cumming that much if all he had was a wife to help out, or something like that?

The fact is, the day is half over and I haven’t even cum a single time! Well, not counting what happened this morning before school. That was amazing!

He slipped into a daydream, recalling how Susan had made him late for school with her busy lips and tongue.

But then he refocused. Twice isn’t anywhere near enough. I’ve got to try to cum at least twice more today, or I’d need to cum TEN times tomorrow just to maintain the correct average! Ten times! That’s totally nuts! Is that even anatomically possible for a male to do?! What was Dr. Fredrickson thinking?! This treatment is only possible for sex maniacs, because everyone’s gotta have an off day or two.

He took off all his clothes and tried to nap. However, he was unable to get to sleep due to his worries about his daily average. He tried to masturbate, but his heart wasn’t in it. He tossed and turned for a while, because he couldn’t get to sleep either.

Finally, he thought, Okay, I can’t just lay here in a half-sleeping, half-awake daze. My nap will be a failure, and then I’ll be a sleepy waste case the rest of the day. If I can masturbate, then it’ll be easy to fall asleep afterwards, since that’s what guys do. So I have to dig deep, and overcome this discouraging mood.

First off, what arouses me most? Hmmm. Sorry, Sis and Amy, you’re both seriously boner-popping, and Christine and Ms. Rhymer are too, but it’s Mom that arouses me most of all. And Aunt Suzy is a very, very close second. Each time I try to think of either of them, it’s not enough, since they both have been in this weird mood lately. But what if I put them both together? Hey, maybe that’ll work!

He relaxed and let his thoughts drift until he was more asleep than awake, and in the borderland between fantasies and dreams.

He found himself imagining that Susan was really knocking on his door as he took his nap. “Tiger?” the dream Susan asked. “Are you awake?”

“I am now,” he imagined he grumbled.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

She came in, wearing her typical prudish clothes and looking very nervous. She had her hands shyly pinned behind her back. When she saw him open his eyes and look at her, she said, “Tiger, Suzanne and I have been talking… Suzanne, can you come in too?”

Suzanne also walked in, wearing clothes that were typical for her, which meant sexy and classy but not out-and-out slutty.

Susan stammered, “Um, Tiger… Son… I know that you’ve been having difficulty today doing, uh… you know… your thing…” Her face was growing redder by the second.

The dream Suzanne was much like the real life Suzanne, and took charge. “Sweetie, what your mother is saying is that we know you haven’t had enough orgasms yet today, and that’s no good. We’re here to help.” She started to disrobe.

Sitting up in surprise, the dream Alan asked, “But what about having to take a break from that for a while, and all that?”

“Forget that,” Suzanne replied. “This is more important. We can’t have you ruin your average!” Not surprisingly, given that it was Suzanne, she wasn’t just taking her clothes off, she was making a sexy striptease out of it.

However, Susan just stood there with her arms folded, looking increasingly nervous and out of place. Alan tended to have true-to-life dreams and fantasies, so Susan was acting much like she would had it been real.

Suzanne said, as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse, “Sweetie, give Susan some help here. We all know she loves your cock. Let her see it!”

Susan blushed furiously. “I do not!” Seeing that that wasn’t convincing, she added, “Well, okay, I do, but that’s because he’s my son and I love all of him. Since his cock, er, his member, is attached to him, I have to love it too. And since it’s so big and thick and long and yummy, there’s a lot of it to love.”

On some level, the real Alan thought to himself and commented on his dream, Okay, we’re pulling further away from reality, ‘cos the real Mom wouldn’t say that. That’s a little over the top. Besides, my dick isn’t THAT big.

He was still awake, but only just. He was awake enough to have a hard-on and stroke it, but he was in such a dream-like state that he was more seeing a scene unfold than consciously directing a fantasy.

Back in his dream/fantasy, he pulled the bed sheets off his body, exposing his penis. In the dream world, it was only half-erect, whereas in the real world it was fully erect.

It soon became apparent why this was, because Susan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at it sadly. “Awww. Tiger. This is no good. How are you going to make your daily target?”

Suzanne was nude by now, and she sat down on the bed next to Susan. “That’s why we’re going to help. Here, let me get this for you.” She started undressing her friend, since Susan was obviously still too shy to do it herself.

There seemed to be a short skip forward in the dream action, because suddenly Alan found himself lying at the very edge of his bed, with Suzanne’s head hovering directly above his crotch and Susan kneeling by the side of the bed, watching closely.

Suzanne said to Susan, “We talked about what we need to do, and now we’re gonna do it. It’s no big deal. Since you’re still nervous, I’ll go first.” Without any further ado, Suzanne leaned down and engulfed Alan’s cockhead. She started bobbing directly over his sweet spot. Her improbably long tongue also came out to play, and delivered even more stimulation to his very most sensitive areas.

Since Alan had enjoyed real blowjobs from Suzanne in the recent past, he had no trouble imagining exactly how it felt. Furthermore, in real life he tried to fondle his erection in ways that imitated Suzanne’s talented moves. Of course, he couldn’t duplicate her lips and long tongue with his fingers, but it was close enough to help sustain the fantasy and increase his pleasure.

Back in the dream, Susan complained, “Suzanne! You can’t just DO that! It’s so improper!”

But no one replied. Suzanne was too busy bobbing up and down with her mouth crammed full of cock, and Alan was too busy experiencing erotic nirvana. Soon, Alan’s boner was soaking wet with Suzanne’s saliva and his own pre-cum. Since it was a dream, the amounts were rather unrealistically copious.

Susan moved her face in even closer to Alan’s hard-on while she continued to gripe. But it was clear from her words that lust was quickly taking over. “Suzanne, I know we agreed to both help him, but I thought it would just be, you know, stroking, and licking, and visual stimulation. Not you completely swallowing practically the top half of his thick member and then sliding your lips all over it like your life depended on it! You know I don’t have a long tongue like yours; how am I supposed to compete?! I tell you, this is all so improper! And judging by the way your cheeks are caved in, I can only imagine the kind of tremendous suction you’re employing. Seriously, Suzanne, are you trying to make me look bad?”

While repeatedly licking her lips and even sticking her tongue out towards Alan’s shaft, she went on, “And how are you managing to breathe through all that without even a pause to gasp for air? I can’t breathe through my nose as well as you can. Don’t you think it’s time you end your turn and give someone else a chance? At this rate, Tiger is gonna cum before I get to suck on his fat member even a single time! Er, not that I want to do that. It’s just that, uh, it’s only fair that I do my part. Please, Suzanne, please, let me suck it?”

Suzanne kept on sucking and sliding directly up and down for a few minutes, until Susan literally had her hands folded together in prayer and was begging and pleading to take over. “Suzanne, please! Why are you being so mean? What do you want me to say or do? I’m already naked except for these silly high heels you made me wear. And I’m already begging you. Please! I need it so bad! I want to slide my hot lips all over my son’s cock! There, I confessed it. Are you happy? I’m literally PRAYING I can slather my tongue back and forth on his special spot and make him shiver with delight, except that you’re doing that already. How can I feel any more humiliated?!”

Susan tried to busy herself licking Alan’s balls and the base of his shaft while she waited, but that wasn’t nearly good enough for her. She needed to be where most of Alan’s nerves were, so she could really make him feel good. But more than that, she longed to have her jaw stretched open wide and her mouth crammed completely full with her son’s cock. She felt like she absolutely had to feel her tongue flutter over her son’s sweet spot while her lips slid up and down, up and down, up and down. Nothing else would suffice.

“Suzanne, please! I’m busy” – she paused to lick – “licking down here, but it’s just,” – she paused for more licking – “it’s just not the same!” Yet more licking ensued. “True, it’s good… Mmmm! So good…” – she paused yet again for yet more licking – “but I want great! I want the whole head of my Tiger’s cock! Pleeaaase! Let me bob on it just one sweet minute?!”

In reality, Alan probably would have climaxed before Susan got a chance, because Suzanne working her lips and tongue and creating great suction was a devastating combination, and Susan was giving her all by licking the inches of his shaft available to her. However, since it was just a fantasy (albeit an extremely vivid one), Alan’s stamina was practically unlimited.

Finally, Suzanne pulled off and ostentatiously licked her lips clean. She had a happy smirk on her face as she looked at Susan. She kept holding Alan’s shaft, and making long strokes up and down it. “Come on, bring that married mouth of yours over here.”

Susan was so horny that she let the “married mouth” comment slide. Within seconds, she’d engulfed his cockhead and was happily bobbing just as Suzanne had been. She let out a long “MMMM!” of complete contentment. She didn’t even bother to get up on the bed, since that would have delayed her pleasure too long, so she did her bobbing while kneeling.

Unfortunately for Alan, his dream was realistic enough that Susan didn’t have the long tongue or cocksucking talent and experience that Suzanne had. But just as in real life, she made up for that with sheer enthusiasm. Plus, it helped that Suzanne had never let go once she’d started stroking it, and she continued to jack off the inches that Susan’s lips couldn’t reach.

Suzanne used her other hand to stroke Susan’s hair. As she did that, she made eye contact with Alan. She told him, “Look at your mom go! Now, isn’t that a good mom? Think how lucky you are, Sweetie. Even knowing that her husband is coming home in a few days, she’s fully dedicated to serving your cock! Feel her sweet lips slide back and forth over your most sensitive spots. Is she wiggling her tongue against your shaft too?”

He nodded, because she was. 𝘰𝑣𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

“See? That’s a good mom! She’s in love with sucking your cock, for sure. But let’s see what your auntie can do too!” She tapped Susan’s shoulder, indicating that she wanted another turn.

However, Susan refused to give up her cock access completely. Instead of bobbing, which could only be done one at a time, they quickly compromised and resorted to both licking his cockhead at the same time.

Now, Alan had never actually experienced two tongues on his dick at once, but he knew how each of them licked it individually, and he just imagined both experiences taking place at the same time, with each woman staying on one side of his penis.

After a while, Suzanne panted, “Stand up, Sweetie! We need more cock!”

So he got to his feet.

They were already attending to his erection so thoroughly that he didn’t know how “more cock” could happen. But by standing, that enabled them to literally rest his balls where their tremendous racks pressed together. From that position, they could lick his cockhead and sweet spot with ease, and they did so repeatedly.

They kept on licking and licking until his entire erection was completely soaked with saliva. And then they kept on going.

Thoughts of having Susan and Suzanne licking his erection at the same time were so realistic and so arousing for him that he actually forgot that he was in a half-waking half-dream state. As a result, he failed to pace his masturbation so that he could ride the buzz without actually cumming. Suddenly, he came for real. And since it was so unexpected, he came into the sheet that he had wrapped around his dick at the time, instead of using one of the towels he kept nearby for such situations.

He had vague, disappointed thoughts, about both the wet mess in his sheets that he’d have to deal with later and the fact that it turned out to be just a dream after all. But just as he’d predicted, a post-orgasmic lassitude washed over him and he was finally able to fall fully asleep and have his much-needed nap.

About an hour later, he woke up and looked around. His dreamy masturbation session came back to him, leaving him both excited (since it had been such fun) and disappointed (since it hadn’t been “real”). He pulled his sheets down and looked at the cummy mess left behind.

Aw, man! What a drag. But still… Mom and Aunt Suzy on me at the same time! If only… That would be soooo sweet! That was the most fun I’ve had masturbating in a long time. In fact, let’s try it again!

He attempted to continue his fantasy, with some success. His penis grew hard and he was able to masturbate for quite a while to thoughts of Susan and Suzanne double-teaming him. However, it wasn’t the same as before. He was too awake this time, so he couldn’t conjure up the same mood or the same vivid sense of reality. Still, he was eventually able to have a satisfying orgasm (into a towel this time), and that was important for reaching his daily target.

When that orgasm ended, he thought, Well, I learned something today. No matter how unaroused and even downright bummed I’m feeling, if I just think of Mom and Aunt Suzy both with me, it’s like some kind of super Viagra! Maybe I CAN maintain this daily average after all, or at least come close to it.

Afterwards, he wasn’t exactly “cured” of his unaroused mood, because the reality hit him again that Susan, at least, was completely off limits, not to mention that his father, Ron, would soon be home. But at least he was now on more of an even keel. Plus, he could console himself that his six-times-a-day average wasn’t totally toast, especially if he could manage to cum once or twice more before the day was over.