6 Times a Day

Suzanne staggered down the hallway, drunk with lust. Her high heels didn’t make her walking any easier. She looked back and saw Alan flee across the hall and into the bathroom. Then she heard the sound of a shower starting. That gave her a little smile, that he had to take a cold shower because of her.

With Alan gone, she snuck back into his room and put on her clothes, since she couldn’t go back downstairs naked.

She thought, My strategy is all messed up! I should be tactically thinking about what to do next to whom and why, but all I want to do is get fucked! I’ve made a complete fool of myself, took a big risk in getting caught by the others, and I didn’t even get fucked for all the bother.

How could he even resist?! It’s simply unbelievable. And it makes me want him that much more. I swear, if anyone so much as touches me, I’m going to explode with a massive multiple orgasm.

She stood at the top of the stairs for a few minutes to somewhat compose herself, yet even after the waiting, she found herself nearly incapable of thought beyond more fantasies of Alan fucking her. That wasn’t helping.

With nothing else to do, she went downstairs to rejoin the others in watching the Monty Python movie “The Meaning of Life.” She hoped the others would be so distracted watching it that they wouldn’t notice she’d been gone for a while.

But when she got there, the others saw her coming.

Susan picked up the remote and hit pause. She stood up and said with great excitement, “Suzanne, I absolutely LOVE this movie! Well, maybe not all of it, in fact I don’t really understand the humor in most of it, but that early scene with the ‘Every Sperm Is Sacred’ song was just the BEST!” Her whole body swayed as she sang enthusiastically,

“Every sperm is sacred,

every sperm is great,

if a sperm is wasted,

God gets quite irate.”

Suzanne just chuckled. She didn’t think the movie was that great, but she’d rented it just to see Susan’s reaction to that one scene.

Susan continued, even more earnestly, “I know the scene was supposed to be funny, but it’s so much more than a joke. It’s just so… true! ‘Every sperm IS sacred.’ Those are words to live by. Just watching that helps bring me religious clarity to my recent actions. I feel as if God must be looking down and giving me an approving smile over my efforts to prevent Tiger’s seed from spilling on the ground by catching it all in my mouth instead. Not only that, but the scene got me SO HOT!”

Suzanne smiled at Susan’s predictability. She asked to the others, “How are the rest of you enjoying the film? Where are we at right now?”

Susan said, “We fast forwarded over some bits that Angel thought were too yucky for me to see.”

Knowing the film, and Susan’s conservative tastes (except for sexual things now), Suzanne smiled and said, “Wise move.”

Katherine explained, “They’ve just shown the scene of the dozen topless girls chasing the guy on roller skates. That’s one of my favorite bits. I wish we could do something like that for Big Brother.”

Susan cut in, bursting with enthusiasm at the idea. “That was one of my favorite bits too! We SHOULD do something like that for him. Definitely! Except we can ditch the roller skates, and Tiger should be chasing the girls, not the other way around. Then he should catch up to them and nail each and every one with his big cock! We should find some sports team of a dozen girls for him to spear and cream, like a professional volleyball team or something. God, I’m getting so hot, just thinking about it!”

Suzanne chuckled some more. She loved it whenever Susan got really excited about something.

Amy said to Katherine, “Gosh! Can you picture our school’s volleyball team, ALL of them lying in a pile in a super big bed, with their faces and thighs all super spermy and creamy? Wow!” She giggled.

Katherine giggled too.

Susan was enjoying that as well, when her eyes suddenly narrowed and the smile left her face. Thinking about Alan’s erection caused her to think about Alan resting upstairs, which reminded her that Suzanne had just come from up there. “Suzanne, what are you doing? Coming downstairs?” Her gaze sharpened suspiciously. “There’s only one reason you’d be up there. And those weren’t the clothes you were wearing a little while ago. You’re all dressed up now.”

Suzanne admitted, “Yeah, I was checking up on him. I was worried he would sleep too long, so I woke him up.”

Katherine asked, “Is that ALL you did?”

Even Amy chimed in, “Yeah! Why’d you have to dress up for that?”

Seeing that she had no good excuse, she admitted, “Okay, if he wanted to play around after he woke up, I wasn’t exactly against that. As it so happens, he didn’t… Hey! Don’t everybody look at me like that! Susan, didn’t you just say that every sperm is sacred? Isn’t it a sin to let his seed fall to the ground, like the story of Onan?”

“Yes,” Susan agreed, partly falling for Suzanne’s excuses. “That’s a big sin, in my book. But you were kind of tricky, sneaking up there while leaving us to watch the movie.” 𝐨𝘃𝗹.

Suzanne sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just that I was so hungry for him. To my great frustration, he’s awake but actually keen on doing his homework. We didn’t do ANYthing! Can you imagine that? I feel like, well, snubbed. And hurt. This just doesn’t happen to me.”

She flopped herself down on a sofa and let out another big sigh.

Susan was a bit miffed at Suzanne for sneaking upstairs, but it didn’t bother her that much since Suzanne obviously hadn’t been successful. She knew that was the case not just from Suzanne’s words and demeanor but also from the short time Suzanne was gone. She figured it took a goodly amount of time to squeeze a load out of Alan, half an hour at least, and she didn’t think Suzanne had been missing that long.

With the movie interrupted and everyone with their minds back on sex anyway, Susan stopped the movie for good.

Instead, Susan asked the others if she thought it was possible for Alan to cum in fifteen minutes or less, and that got all of them talking about and debating his stamina. She also lectured Amy and Katherine on the “every sperm is sacred” idea, encouraging them to redouble their efforts to swallow every last drop of every load he shot out.

All of them talked about these things except for Suzanne. She closed her eyes and tuned them out. She began to ruminate on her schemes and strategize on how to get another crack at Alan later. She knew she’d lost a lot of points with the other women by sneaking upstairs, which made any effort to spend more time with him that much more problematic.

When she opened her eyes about five minutes later, she began listening to Susan detailing one of her recent intense sexual experiences. Susan was already so aroused that she had her top down around her middle and was roughly squeezing her own tits with both hands.

Katherine and Amy were sitting on the sofa across from her, with their hands busy beneath their see-through nighties. The fact that Amy and Katherine had spent the whole afternoon fucking had tired them somewhat, not to mention the more recent masturbation session they’d had before the movie started, but they were no less ready than Susan to fuck some more if given the chance.

As Suzanne paid more attention, she heard Susan say, “So then, while Tiger, I meant Suzanne, kept pushing her little vibrator in and out of me, I got so confused. On one hand, I was so busy thinking about my cutie. I imagined his throbbing monster splitting me in two while his tanned and muscular chest pressed down onto my boobs. He was telling me how much he loved me, and was promising me that he would make up for lost time and fuck me every single day for the rest of time.”

She paused melodramatically, then bemoaned, “But it wasn’t him! The damn thing was too small. And even with my eyes closed, there was no way I could ignore Suzanne’s massive jugs pressing up into mine. Damn that woman, she was playing the mutual nipple rubbing game that she knows drives me crazy! My hands were on her ass, and that was no muscular male ass. God, her pale white ass is so supple and squeezable! And the smell! Since we were outside by the pool, I couldn’t smell the familiar Tiger sperm smell that now completely permeates our house and keeps us all in permanent heat. Instead, it was pussy, pussy, everywhere. Suzanne pussy! It was filling my senses and driving me mad. It was like I was getting fucked by both Suzanne AND Tiger at once!”

That brought a new round of excited groans from everyone, including Suzanne. It was especially arousing for Suzanne, since she could recall the smells, tastes, and feels from the incident in the morning quite clearly. She held up her hand and said in a loud voice, “Wait! Susan, you have to stop this minute!”

Attention gained, Suzanne staggered forward and collapsed on another sofa closer to where Susan was sitting.

Susan momentarily stopped the fondling of her own tits, and said, “What? Did I do something wrong?”

In fact, the only reason Suzanne demanded the halt was because she was too aroused and couldn’t take any more. The smell of sex filled the air and seemed to be suffocating her. The smell was like a siren song calling out to her pussy to get fucked, but she only wanted Alan and he was cruelly unavailable. It wasn’t really what Susan was saying – Suzanne was already at her limit due to her great need to get fucked, and Susan’s comments were like the straw that broke the camel’s back.

However, Katherine saw an opportunity to get more dominant with her mother, so she answered first. “Yes, Mom. You DID do something wrong. Aunt Suzy’s suffering. She’s having cum withdrawal, and Brother can’t help right now. Look how you’re adding to her suffering with your sexy stories. You’ve been terribly naughty. I think you need a good spanking!”

Susan bowed her head guiltily. “I have been naughty, haven’t I? I’m sorry.”

Suzanne wanted to put the spanking to a halt before it began so she could properly recover, but the sight of Susan’s face looking contrite, not to mention Susan’s heavy and perfectly shaped tits hanging down and lightly bouncing, was too much. The fact that Susan had so quickly caved in to the spanking idea despite not really being guilty of anything was somehow even more arousing to her.

Besides, she figured a spanking could help distract her attention for a while. She was counting the minutes until Alan’s hour was up.

So Suzanne said to Susan, “Yes. Angel is right! You need a good spanking, and now. God, yes!”

Susan meekly nodded and resumed groping her tits. She said in a very small voice, “I’m sorry. I’m too horny! It seems my tits have taken control again. I can’t stop my hands.”

Suzanne announced, “You need discipline. We’re going to have to spank it into you. Okay, everybody get naked.” She felt good to be taking command of the scene. It boosted her confidence after having desperately crawled across the floor in Alan’s room a short time earlier.

“Everybody?” queried Susan. “Why do Angel and Amy need to get naked too? They’re just watching.”

Good point, thought Suzanne. But then an excuse of sorts came to her mind. “Of course an observer doesn’t need to get naked, but I thought they could administer some of the spankings too, so I could teach them how to do it. I may not always be around when you do something naughty with Sweetie.”

Susan groaned lustily, “Oh no! EVERYONE is going to spank me? No! I can’t take it. It’s too embarrassing to have even my own daughter spank me. I’ll be good, trust me. Please?”

But in fact there was nothing Susan wanted more at that moment than be heartily spanked, especially by her daughter, and everyone knew it.

There was very little clothing being worn in the first place, but now anything that remained came off. Almost all, that is: the four of them all kept their high heels on. That was becoming a no-brainer tradition when anything sexual was happening.

Suzanne thought to herself, Why does Susan accept that both the spanker and spankee have to be naked? I think her brain has now completely migrated to her pussy! Not that there’s anything wrong with that, hee-hee.

Katherine was happy to repeat Suzanne’s comment. “Aunt Suzy, you just said that you could use some help administering spanking and such, since you ‘may not always be around when you do something naughty with Sweetie.’ I couldn’t agree more! I told Mom the other day that I could sort of be his assistant in keeping her in line. Brother was there, and he totally agreed!”

Suzanne nodded. “Good.” She knew that Katherine was highly submissive to Alan, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have an urge to sometimes dominate Susan too. She wanted to encourage that, since she figured it would lead to more sexy fun for everyone. “Watch and learn then, so you can do this yourself in the future. We all know Susan is a wonderful, loving person, and she’s very devoted to serving her son and his big cock. But still, there are times she needs to be put in her place.”

That was a dubious assertion. Susan rarely did anything deserving of punishment. But it was the sort of submissive talk that she loved, so she didn’t contest it. In fact, she thought, That’s so true! Tiger is the man of the house now, and sometimes I act like he’s not. I need to always remember a big-titted mommy serves her son’s thick cock, first and foremost!

As Suzanne stood over Susan with the others, she found herself absentmindedly fondling a nearby ass, which was wiggling in appreciation. But then she looked around and saw with surprise that it was Amy’s. She immediately pulled her hand away.

Amy was drowning in lust like everyone else. She complained, “Awww, Mom, why did you stop? That felt sooooo good.” She began fondling Suzanne’s ass in return.

But Suzanne moved out of range, appalled to be touching her daughter in a sexual way. “No, Honey Pie. We can’t do that.”

Amy simply redirected her attention. She walked a few steps in the other direction and she rubbed her ass up against Katherine’s thigh.

Katherine immediately got the picture and began rubbing Amy’s ass in the same way Suzanne had been.

Suzanne was in no mood to ponder that, but merely groaned with lust. She had half a mind to throw herself at her daughter, but then she remembered Susan’s spank-craving ass, and her lust found a new target.

Everyone was standing around, waiting for Suzanne to take charge. Suzanne quickly surveyed the room, and then said, “Okay. Susan, lie down on that coffee table and get ready for an ass whooping.”

Susan complained, “But the coffee table is low and cold.”

“Hey. You’re getting spanked, not taking a bubble bath. Now spread your legs wide so we all can see that delicious cunt of yours.”

Susan immediately spread her legs as wide as they could go, and whimpered, “Yes, ma’am.” She recalled the spanking Suzanne had given to Brenda earlier in the day and she prayed that this one wouldn’t be anywhere as harsh as that one.

Suzanne considered the logistics of the situation and said, “Angel, could you please go get a silk sheet to put over the coffee table? Thanks.” She remembered the nice effects silk had on Alan, and she also wanted to heighten Susan’s anticipation with a dramatic delay.

Plus, as she explained out loud as she raised her arm, “Susan, I’m not getting sheets for your mercy, but for the mercy of the table. This is going to be one sticky and juicy spanking.”

Susan shuddered and nearly came from those words alone. Oh boy! Here we go! But I can’t say I don’t deserve it!

Once the sheet was in place, Suzanne announced, “Okay, that’s good. Here it comes, Susan. This is going to hurt.”

She swung her hand down onto her best friend’s ass without any further ado. The sound of a loud crack echoed throughout the whole house.

“Ow! Frickin’ hell! That really hurt!” Susan exclaimed. Her head and hands jerked up in automatic response, as if she could ward off the blow.

Suzanne wasn’t going easy with this spanking, although she wasn’t being as harsh as she was with Brenda earlier in the day. Partly it was because she was so sexually frustrated and she let her frustration out on Susan’s butt. But she wouldn’t have done it this way if she’d hadn’t known that Susan would like it more that way.

Susan did, although she hadn’t realized it yet.

Suzanne said, “I told you it would. There wouldn’t be any point if it didn’t hurt. Get ready, here comes number two. If you yell too much, then the spanking won’t count.”

Again she brought her hand down from high above, and slapped Susan’s butt with a resoundingly loud whack.

This time, Susan grimaced and almost cried out, but she did a better job of keeping quiet. She didn’t want to get any more spankings than necessary.

However, at the same time, her entire body lifted completely off the coffee table and then slammed back down. She panted so heavily that she was nearly hyperventilating.

“What do you think, Angel?” Suzanne asked, sounding calm despite her intense arousal. “How many spankings should we give her? How bad was she? Ten? Fifteen? Twenty? What do you think?”

“Oh, I think about ten would be good,” Katherine said, smiling wickedly. “Plus another five for monopolizing Brother’s meaty cock too much lately and never giving me a fair share.”

“Fifteen?” Susan said with horror.

Katherine cut in, “Oooh! Could I administer some of those?! I’m totally keen to get started on doing this sort of thing to her.”

Suzanne chuckled. “Sure. Let me start though, to set the pace. And don’t get TOO enthusiastic. She’s not used to it.”

Susan piped up. “You can say that again! I thought it would only be ten! And I didn’t know it would hurt half this bad.”

“A spanking is a spanking. Nothing we can do to change that,” Suzanne said in a resigned tone, as if she was helpless to change anything. “But wait – there’s no reason we can’t give you something to distract yourself from the pain, like people having a shot of alcohol before doing something painful. What if we put a vibrator inside you so you can concentrate on that? Would you like that?”

“God, anything to get my mind off the pain!” Susan said in a tortured voice.

Suzanne suggested, “Angel, why don’t you go get some vibrators? You can check my purse. We’ll wait until you’re back. Meanwhile I’ll get your mom’s cunt wet and ready with my fingers. Oh, and please pick small ones only, like the egg type. She’s saving her pussy for her son.”

Getting her pussy ready with fingers was merely a thin excuse to play, since Susan’s pussy was already wet from the spanking. In fact, she’d spent most of the day naked and dripping wet between her legs.

Suzanne made a signal to Katherine of her fingers walking really slowly as if it was a person. It was meant to indicate that Katherine should take her time getting back, and the excited girl understood immediately.

Susan couldn’t see the signal or in fact see Katherine or Suzanne at all from the position her head was in.

Amy just sat on a sofa watching everything. She hadn’t made her mind up about spankings and didn’t know what to think.

Katherine went looking for Suzanne’s purse, which was in its usual place by the underwear cabinet. When she finally came back, she saw everyone staring up the stairs in great surprise.