6 Times a Day

Chapter 718 Fucking Suzanne. ! ['Someone' Sponsored]

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By the time Alan got home from his surprisingly normal few hours of video gaming, it was nearly five o'clock.

Suzanne met him at his own front door. Her arms were on her cocked hips and she was clearly pissed off.

He took one look at her, and deadpanned, "I see you can't wait for your hello kiss."

That got a chuckle, and more importantly, a French kiss from Suzanne that went a long way to erasing her mood. When the kiss ended, she remained clinging to him, and said, "How can I stay mad at you?"

"What did I do?" he asked in honest confusion.

"Remember yesterday, when I said we had more computer shopping to do today? When did you think we'd do it? Remember about stores closing?"

He thought back. He did remember that comment. He didn't need to be reminded that "computer shopping" was code for "going to a hotel and fucking like bunnies." He wasn't sure who else might be in hearing range so he volunteered, "I'm ready when you are. Let's just head out that door."

Suzanne smiled. "You're reading my mind. If I let you any deeper into the house, it'll be another twenty minutes before you finish the rest of your hello kisses. Let's go."

They got into Suzanne's car and drove off. But to Alan's surprise, they only drove one block, and then she parked the car down a little used one way street. "We're walking from here," she said as she got out of the car.

He followed, confused. He joked, "I don't see any 'computer shops' around here."

"No, you don't," she said with a nearly grim face. "We're going back to my house." She walked briskly and he kept up. "Unfortunately, you came back so late that if we drive anywhere and back, we won't have any time to 'shop' because of dinner. I can't keep you massively late for dinner two nights in a row without your mother getting seriously suspicious."

He watched her walk and said, "I didn't really expect we'd do this again so soon. Look at the way you walk. It's like you have a stick up your butt. Won't anyone notice?"

She laughed. "I will have a stick up a hole very NEAR my butt soon. Actually, you're right. Some anal sex would help spare my pussy a bit. I am walking a bit funny, but I'm not too concerned. My husband and son barely notice me, as long as dinner's on the table."

They already arrived at the front of Suzanne's house by the time she finished saying that.

He gulped as he looked up at it. He'd been in it so rarely that it seemed to him more like a haunted, spooky mansion than anything. It had become completely off limits in his mind. All he could think when looking at it was Brad and Eric, and getting caught.

She seemed to read his mind as she walked to the door and unlocked it. "As you know, I have a very strict policy about no hanky-panky in here. Ever. But you fuck so good that I'm going to make an exception. You see what you do to me? I told you that as soon as I started I would have to have it every day. I'm already doing crazy things to get my fix."

Her mind flashed back to Friday and sabotaging the scoutmaster's car. She quickly banished the unpleasant thought.

"What about them?" he asked as she nearly dragged him up the stairs to her bedroom. There was no need to clarify that he was talking about her husband Eric and her son Brad; her daughter Amy was much less of a concern since, presumably, she wouldn't mind if she observed them.

"They're off fishing and won't be back till late. I made damn sure of that. In fact, they just told me on the phone a short while ago to hold off on cooking dinner, or I wouldn't be taking this risk. All the same, we shouldn't dilly-dally, because this is extremely dangerous. In all my years of fooling around, I never once even considered bringing a man in here. And in the future we're going to plan this better so this is a one-time thing. Okay?"

"And Amy?" he asked this while both of them stripped.

"I pretty much ordered her to stay at your place. That was another reason why I met you right at the door, to stop you two lovebirds before you got started. By the way, speaking of walking funny, you should see how she's walking today! What did you do to her exactly?"

"Sorry, can't kiss and tell."

"Grrr. Let's make this a really fast fuck, okay? I'm nervous. Really nervous."

They fucked quickly at first, but soon the pace slowed down. Suzanne was antsy, which fueled her lovemaking, but Alan was in the mood for lazy sex, despite the danger. She was willing to go along with his pace, knowing that he would give her fast and furious fucks on other occasions. Their mood settled down into one of deep contentment and bonding, instead of the pure excitement of the day before.

Suzanne had a stereo system in her bedroom and she made a point of filling the CD changer with a selection of classical CDs.

If there was one thing Alan didn't like about Suzanne's tastes, it was her love of classical music. But he had to admit that Schubert's Serenade, which she'd picked out to start them off, helped set the proper mood for making love at a relaxed pace. She knew he was running low on energy and so she was trying to be accommodating to that.

But despite the languor, they still had plenty of quality sex. Before the day was over, Alan gave it to Suzanne every way he knew how. He fucked her sitting, standing, lying down, on top, on bottom, and on and on. Their slow pace allowed them to keep going and going, like two Energizer bunnies in heat, without breaking into a serious sweat.

He was again extremely impressed with her vagina. It's so muscularly aggressive, all the time! Who's fucking who? I feel like she's fucking me with the way her vagina constantly assaults my dick and squeezes it. I don't really know what Kegel exercises are, but I'm all in favor of them if she says that's what gives her such great control. In fact, I'll bet that she's the best fuck I'll ever have. And don't even get me started on her long tongue or everything else she's got. What a woman!

Suzanne was already quite spoiled, because she expected him to be hard nearly constantly. Luckily, he was able to rise to the occasion. He pumped her pussy full of copious amounts of semen, happy that he didn't have to use a condom with her.

He came after about half an hour. Suzanne soon found she had a difficult task getting him erect again. Even after a prolonged break, complete with going to the kitchen for some fruity snacks, his penis still remained stubbornly flaccid.

They returned to Suzanne's bed, and she used her long tongue and skilled hands to try to revive him. But he was only able to get half-hard at best.

Remembering that sex was at least half mental, she started speaking more than licking. "It's strange, isn't it, having sex in this room, of all places. I don't know about you, but it makes me think about how I'm a married woman, and yet I'm cheating on my rich and powerful husband with a teenage boy. Somehow, it seems that even married woman can't resist the lure of your amazing cock!"

His penis twitched with life just a little bit.

She went on, "You know that Eric and I have separate bedrooms. Sometimes, when I lie in bed, I think about what would happen if you snuck in here in the middle of the night. I'd be stretched out, naked and probably dreaming about you, when I wake up to find a very real cock in my mouth! Of course, I'd be outraged, thinking that my husband is trying to take liberties with me. But then when I realize that it's you after all, I'd have to reward you with a really good cocksucking. Like this."

Her story was having an effect, and he was nearly hard already. But she bobbed on it for a few more minutes, to finish the job of getting it engorged. Then she kept on a little more, just to be sure. But she was into her own story, so she continued, "Naturally, you'd stay all night and fuck the shit out of me! Amy would overhear, and she'd come in so you could fuck her too. Imagine the shock on Eric's face the next morning when he peeks in and sees both his wife and daughter taking turns bouncing on your cock!"

Alan was getting really aroused by this, but he asked, "You wouldn't really let that happen, would you? And what about Brad?"

She rolled her eyes. "It's a fantasy. Just put reality aside and let me run with this, okay?"

"Sorry."

Sensing he was hard enough, she stopped her licking and positioned herself over his erection, cowgirl style. Then she sat down, impaling herself on it.

"Aaaaah," she sighed happily. "That's better. Picture Eric finding me like this while Amy sits on your face. As he stood there, his mouth gaping open like a fish, I'd say, 'Sorry, Eric. You reap what you sow. This is your payback!'" Her voice suddenly turned harsh and angry.

Alan asked, "Whoa! What's that all about?"

Her pained expression was wiped away, replaced by a blank mask. She said curtly, "Never you mind. Forget it! Just fuck me!"

He was extremely curious what that was all about, but he realized she wasn't in the mood for questions or conversation about it. Her little verbal fantasy had come to a screeching halt, but he kept on fucking her in silence.

Happily, the fucking was extremely distracting, and her black mood quickly passed.

They fucked for nearly an hour in all. Suzanne came more times than she could count. Between his stamina and her skill, it was like they were trying for the Olympic gold medal in fucking. While the sex was slow, it was emotionally intense and nearly non-stop, with the exception of Alan's occasional strategic breaks.

They stretched out Alan's orgasms as much as they possibly could, but their fucking fun finally ended after Alan came a second time. He unloaded deep inside her vagina again.

Suzanne cried uncle, claiming that her pussy simply couldn't handle any more thrusting. It wasn't really true; it was a white lie so he wouldn't feel bad for not being able to go on.

Alan was glad that for once someone was more overtaxed than he was. (At least, that's what he thought.) But he'd also reached his absolute limit. Susan always talked about draining his balls dry, but he felt as if this time Suzanne had really done so.

They took a shower together, something Alan realized he still didn't do with women nearly enough. The idea was to get cleaned up from all the sweat and cum, but they enjoyed each other's bodies in a mostly non-erotic way, simply admiring and exploring each other.

Then they went back to bed, but Alan wasn't up for any more orgasms. However, Suzanne had done so much for him and made him feel so good lately that he wanted to give back to her more than he had so far. He spent his time just pleasuring her, mostly licking her down below.

Frankly, he was very glad to give instead of receive for a change. He enjoyed making Suzanne happy by eating her out; it was fun to hear her small screams of joy.

When he'd pleasured her to her complete satisfaction, they just lay on the bed in each other's arms. Both were very exhausted. They whispered sweet nothings to each other for many minutes.

Suzanne was struck anew by Alan's maturity in the conversations they had between fucking. He certainly doesn't act like a typical eighteen year old. He acts like he's been having these kinds of trysts for years. Such calmness, charm, and wit.

She was also staggered by just how much she loved him. I've known I wanted my Sweetie for some time, but this is just ridiculous. I totally feel like I want to marry him! That's completely irrational. I'm twice his age, and married. I wish I could still get pregnant, so I could have his baby! God, I feel like I'm going to cry. Cry for happiness at being in his arms, but also sadness in knowing he's ultimately gonna end up with some young lady - or more likely, ladies! - and not me. Fuck. I didn't know I could get all mushy and needy like this. Get yourself together, woman!

When they were all done, she made completely sure that all traces of their activity had been removed. Then she went with him to her car a mere block away so they could "drive back" from their "computer shopping."

He noted that she walked even more awkwardly now, just like she had a stick up her butt. He was secretly proud of that.

She commented to him, "Don't worry. I plan things out. In fact, knowing what you do to me, I've booked a masseuse to come and relax my muscles. She'll be arriving in a matter of minutes. And don't get any ideas of hot lesbian sex - she's an old crone. If my body moves in funny ways, they'll assume it's from the massage. Then I'm going to take a long, hot bath and go to bed early. I'll be right as rain tomorrow."

"Can't I fantasize about hot lesbian sex with a young masseuse?"

"No. No fantasizing for you!" She said this only half-jokingly. "You know darn well that if you were to wank yourself without some female help, all hell would break loose. Your mom, especially, would weep at the tragic waste of cum. Plus, keep in mind that you're going to have to pace yourself even more carefully now that you have my very demanding pussy to please. If I don't get at least one fuck a day now that we've started fucking, I'm going to be one unhappy camper."

He asked, "By the way, what was that all about earlier, when you got angry at Eric and were talking about 'payback?'"

She grimaced. "Let's not talk about that and ruin a great day, okay? I'll tell you all about it someday. I don't want there to be secrets between us. Just be patient with me."

"Okay."

Alan made it back to the Plummer house in time for a seven o'clock dinner. To his surprise, not only did Susan not mind his tardiness, but she herself appeared to have come home just minutes before, and hurried to prepare a quick meal. She seemed to be holding back some delightful secret. But Katherine, who also got home late, appeared to be as equally clueless as Alan was about her mother's mood.

True to Alan's earlier no-penis-touching vow, he only French kissed his mother and sister briefly upon greeting them, and kept their hands clear from his shorts.

Amy was also over for dinner (presumably so Suzanne could recover instead of cook) and so there was even more hello kissing.

Alan had a hard time reading Amy, especially now that he knew she was much more intelligent than he'd previously believed. He couldn't tell for sure whether Amy knew what was up with Susan's mood or not.

Surprisingly, the topic of Alan and Amy's sex the night before and Amy's loud screaming didn't come up at all. The women all dressed conservatively, and there was no monkeying around. They did make a few jokes though.

Alan asked Susan how her day had been.

She winked as she replied, "Oh, the usual. Just another hard day at the penis."

Katherine laughed, and came back with, "Typical. Is the boss riding your ass again?"

Susan looked at Alan and very slowly and deliberately replied, "Unfortunately, no." Her sexy look right at him could melt steel.

Katherine continued, "Boy, he's a HARD boss. Does he have a stick up his butt?"

Amy joked, "I don't know, but sadly I don't have one up mine."

The giggling turned into outright guffawing. Katherine laughed so hard that her shoulder strap accidentally fell down one shoulder.

Alan doubted just how accidental that was. He figured it was a test to see if he'd react and show his readiness for more sexual games. But he was all stimulated out. He said, "Okay, enough, you guys."

That put an end to the teasing.

He noted to himself, These women. Jesus. They're simply insatiable, Aunt Suzy, if anything, is even worse. That statement that she needs to be fucked every single day seemed a bit menacing, even. Amy's a wild card, but for all I know she could end up the neediest of them all. This is a problem. However, if I've got to have a problem, being surrounded by perfect women with insatiable sex drives is one of the very best kinds of problems to have.

He went back to his room to relax after dinner. He lay on his bed, thinking. Who'da thunk it, but today is working out to be a restful day, after all. Only four climaxes today. Not bad, considering how things started out. The "punishment" to have Mom and Sis stay clear was key. I need to have more punishments like that. The Suzanne fuck was a surprise, but even though it lasted a good while it was generally so mellow that it didn't physically wipe me out. I like that slow and easy stuff. If only my dick gets over this lingering soreness, I could be up for some more mischief later tonight.

This week at school is going to be really tough, though, with all the tests and papers coming up. I'm going to have to be really firm in limiting the hanky-panky for a few days. In fact, I've had plenty of fun this weekend. A hell of a lot of fun. I should really hit the books tonight.

Although I wouldn't be averse to fucking Mom in the ass just before I go to bed. She seems really into the idea. Five climaxes would still be a good number for the day. Maybe I can use that as my homework reward, assuming that my dick has fully recovered by then. Although, anal sex isn't that easy on my Johnson.