6 Times a Day

Chapter 931 Amy And Kath Sucking Susan [HYPERION SPONSORED]

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Suzanne replied with more vigorous rubbing instead of words. Her hands went up and down Susan's spine as she rubbed copious amounts of coconut-scented suntan oil into Susan's lightly tanned skin.

As she did that, she thought, I wish I hadn't encouraged Susan quite so much to let ALL of her sexual hang-ups go. The way she goes on sometimes with this sex slave stuff can get on my nerves. But even if I'd been smarter in bringing her along, I think this is pretty much where we were going to end up in any case. Well, more or less. It's become obvious that Susan absolutely loves to submit, and Angel isn't that different, except she's more "uppity" about it. Amy's basically willing to go along with whatever the rest of us do - if we were all wearing S&M biker outfits, she'd wear one and not even bat an eye about it. So some kind of harem and some kind of "pact" was inevitable.

I honestly wonder if it's some kind of biological thing. If a man gives you an orgasm that just about literally melts your mind, your bond to him just deepens and deepens.

A very relaxed Susan closed her eyes and happily "mmmm"-ed in response to Suzanne's massage. "You ever think how similar suntan lotion looks and feels to Alan's thick and tasty cum?"

"Of course. I was imagining that this cream in my hands was his cum instead of the lotion even before you said that. My goal is to cover every single square inch of you in cum so thickly that there'll be smears of white everywhere. I'll probably end up using the whole bottle."

"Please do! That's so fucking hot! If only he could really squirt out that much sperm. When you're done, let me do you, too."

"Sure. We can do this all day, if we want. With Sweetie gone, we have nothing to do except prepare our bodies with exercise and tanning so we'll be perfect for him."

"Mmmm. I love the sound of that. Perfect big-titted bodies, ready for our master." Susan mused, "I wonder if some obscure company somewhere makes cum-scented suntan lotion."

"Probably. I'll look into it." Suzanne teased playfully, "Although I doubt they'd have Alan cum-scented lotion in stock."

Susan slurred in a voice unintentionally similar to a drooling Homer Simpson, "Alan flavor. Mmmm... so good."

Susan was so relaxed that she felt like she'd melted into a puddle. After another minute or so, she recovered a bit, and continued, "Anyway, dropping the rules is just the beginning. There's going to be big changes as we contemplate our new lives of eternal incestuous sexual servitude! For instance-"

Suzanne groaned inwardly at the words "eternal incestuous sexual servitude." Feeling sexually submissive with Alan could get her really worked up at times, but now wasn't one of those times since Susan was acting even more over the top about it than usual, plus Alan wasn't even around to put her in an exceptionally horny mood.

She said, "Wait a sec, Mom. If we're talking big changes, let's bring our two daughters in on this. I see they're up and about, scrounging around in the kitchen."

"'Two daughters!' I love that! And I love it when you call me 'Mom,' just like I love calling you 'Mother.' It makes me so hot." Everyone had agreed that the words "Mom" or "Mommy" could only be used to refer to Susan, and "Mother" could only be used for Suzanne, in order to avoid confusion. Similarly, Katherine would be "Sis" (since Alan called her that already) and Amy would be "Sister."

Suzanne laughed. "Everything gets you hot these days, Susan. I swear, you're talking about feeling 'so hot' even more than when Alan's here."

"I know. That's because when he's here my mouth is usually too full of cock for me to say much at all."

"You wish!" Both of them laughed.

"I know. I'm just so excited about getting royally fucked by Alan tomorrow night. But not everything gets me hot. Let me think. Hmmm. Maybe asparagus," she joked. "I've always hated asparagus."

"I'll bet I could get you pretty hot just using sticks of asparagus," Suzanne suggested in a husky voice. As if to emphasize her point, she began "applying lotion" between Susan's legs, except that she didn't bother with actually using any lotion. She pistoned her index finger in and out of Susan's dripping pussy, keeping her finger stiff as if it was a stalk of asparagus.

"I'll bet you could, too!" Susan said laughing. "Mmmm. Just like that. Put another 'asparagus stalk' or two in there." She spread her legs to give Suzanne better pussy access and make sure that her plea to get fingered wouldn't go ignored.

Suzanne didn't immediately respond with more fingers. She wanted to do a little more teasing first.

That frustrated Susan enough for her to roll over and bend over backwards. With her ass sticking straight up in the air and her knees around her breasts as she lay back on her head and shoulders, there could be no mistaking what she wanted. "Look at me, Suzanne, look at me! This is how I'm gonna be come Sunday night! Except that my whole body's gonna be shaking from his jackhammer drilling!"

Suzanne could hardly resist the feast of pussy practically shoved up into her face like that, and pushed two stiff "asparagus stalks" deeper into Susan's needy hole. But she stopped momentarily to shout towards the house, "Katherine! Amy! Can you two come out here for a minute?"

Susan cooed as Suzanne fingered her, "Tell one of them to bring the breast pump." Susan laughed to herself, and said, "And, by the way, you should know that the very thought of a breast pump..."

"...makes me so hot," Susan and Suzanne said at once, causing them both to laugh.

"But it's true!" Susan insisted once she'd stopped laughing. "It really does excite me terribly. I'm so close to lactating. You saw the drop of milk we squeezed out of my left teat earlier. It's working! I'm going to be Tiger's fuck cow. His moo toy. He's going to milk his mommy ALL day long... I think about him branding my ass cheek with a great big letter 'A' and it gets me so hot!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. She found Susan's sex cow fantasies a little odd and over the top, even by Susan's recent standards. "I know, I know. But who needs a breast pump when you've got my mouth? All of our mouths, for that matter."

"But Suzanne. He's gonna be back in less than 36 hours, and I've got so far to go! This weekend needs to be all about speeding up the lactation. I want to be gushing milk by tomorrow night! I want geysers of milky goodness to spurt from each tit and cover him in as much milk as he always covers me in cum! We need extreme measures!"

"Relax. There's only so much you can do. You've already made so much progress in such a short... time..." Suzanne's voice trailed off because her attention was captured by Amy and Katherine.

The two girls came bouncing out to the pool with their usual youthful enthusiasm. The only clothes they wore were half bras to help keep their tits high and firm. All four females generally wore them at times like these when Alan wasn't around. Even the high heels were off, to give their feet a much needed rest. But if any neighbor was lucky enough to look into the Plummer backyard, they would have seen four nude Playboy model-quality beauties.

"Hey Moms!" Amy said brightly, as she idly cupped one of Katherine's ass cheeks, giving it a playful squeeze. "What's up?"

Suzanne looked at her daughter and practically shrieked. "Holy Mother of God! Honey Pie! What happened to you?"

"What, Mother? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your tits, daughter of mine. Is it just me, everybody, or does it look like Amy's growth spurt is increasing the size of her bust by the hour? You look bigger in the chest than Susan and I do!"

Amy giggled. "Oh, that. I wish! No, that's just what happens to them with the push-up half-bras."

"Push-OUT, more like," Suzanne muttered. She thought, Amazing! So much has changed in the last twenty-four hours. I have half a mind to just up and do my own daughter with a strap-on, and now there's nothing stopping me from doing it! But all she said out loud was, "Darling, you look so deliciously fuckable. Sweetie would totally want to bone you."

Susan could see that Katherine, with her comparatively smaller rack, was none too happy with this discussion. She quickly added, "So do you, Angel. Very fuckworthy. Why, I dare say you look at least as fuckable as Amy today, if not more so. It's a good thing Tiger isn't here, 'cos he wouldn't be able to decide which sister to nail first. That half bra makes you look soooo very busty too. We should wear those when he's here instead of when he's not. But it's your hard, tanned, trim, and toned body that really does it for me."

Suzanne belatedly saw the need to be diplomatic because of Katherine's boob-size issues and joined in. "Oh, definitely. Angel, your muscle tone is second to none, compared to all of us softies. You look like you were born and bred to FUCK. In fact, both of you kids look TOO good. Susan, I hate to say it, but the younger generation is taking over."

Katherine blushed in response to the praise and forgot all about Amy's growing boobs. She knew she was easily the most tanned and toned of the group and she particularly loved the "born and bred to fuck" line. For one thing, she loved the word "breed" because it made her think of having Alan's babies. The mere thought of that always got her hormones racing and her pussy wet, even though she knew he said he wasn't going to knock her up for a long time to come (if he had even committed to that, which was frustratingly unclear).

In fact Amy had had an almost freakishly big growth spurt in the last few weeks, with most of it centered on her chest. She'd gone from a D-cup to an E-cup already and showed no sign of stopping. She claimed that she could make her boobs grow through sheer willpower, and that she had decided to make them bigger once the tit-loving Alan had become her official boyfriend.

Katherine knew that explanation was impossible and absurd, but nonetheless she frequently tried to will her tits to grow too. So far she'd had absolutely no success.

Amy strutted around near the edge of the pool, bending this way and that to proudly show off her impressive cleavage. She asked, "So what's shakin'?"

Suzanne nodded to the bottle of suntan lotion. "Well, aside from your tempting, jiggly twin peaks, I was in the middle of covering Susan with that bottle of Alan's cum when I got an urgent request to insert some imaginary asparagus up her cunt."

Amy and Katherine exclaimed simultaneously, "Alan's cum?! Really?!"

"No, not really," Suzanne admitted with a touch of sadness in her voice. "But with him gone, we have to pretend." She temporarily pulled her soaked fingers out of Susan's pussy, held them up stiffly for the girls to see, and wiggled them around. "That's not why I called you both out here, though. Susan was just talking about big changes, so I thought you two would want to hear what she has to say. Where were you, Mom?"

Susan clarified, while remaining in her awkward ass-up position, "I was just saying that we need new rules. Tiger is the man of the house, and as tempted as I am to obey him in all things, he still needs some parenting. As we've talked about before, Suzanne and I can be a good cop, bad cop duo. But we'll need your help, too. The main thing is, we don't want him to get a big head."

Katherine joked, "Mom, you'd better watch your language there for double meanings. Big head? Maybe you mean he shouldn't get cocky. No, that's no good; we love it when we're all full of cock! He shouldn't have a stick up his butt? No, we all know what THAT starts us thinking about. Let's see. What exactly is the thrust of your point, so to speak? No, that's no good. We can't let him beat around the bush? No, that's dangerous. He shouldn't get stuck on-"

Suzanne interrupted, even as she giggled along with the rest, "All right, daughter. Very amusing. But Susan DOES have a point. And no, not THAT thick, meaty one."

Katherine joked some more, "Speaking of points, do you have any more of that asparagus?" She squatted down and exclaimed as she looked at her pussy, "I could use a stalk right about here!"

"Ooh! Looky, Sister!" Amy said while raising her hand. "Here's a stalk." She winked as she raised her index finger high while keeping the other fingers curled down.

"Well, Aims, get to it. I thought asparagus was for eating, but I like what our mothers are doing with it a lot better."

Amy sat down on the ground right next to the pool. She put her hand over her pussy and kept the index finger pointing straight up.

Katherine then sat down and straddled Amy's lap, impaling herself on the finger. Once the two girls were settled, they turned (most of) their attention to Susan.

Susan resumed, "As I was saying, we have to be careful about inflating his ego too much. Now, I know that we're all aware of what a wonderful guy he is. I also know that we've been saying all kinds of flattering things. He's even starting to warm up to being called master sometimes."

Susan crooked her head to look upside-down into Katherine's eyes as she continued. "It is true that he's the man of the house now, and is our sexual master in every way, shape, and form. But these little asparagus sticks, as nice as they are, just don't do enough for us - we all live to be violated by his massive cucumber. I don't have to remind any of you just how good it feels to have his big log slide into my mouth, er, I mean any of our mouths, so I can, I mean we can, swirl our tongues around his hot, throbbing, ten-inch monst-"

Suzanne coughed. "Mom? Your point?"

"Right. I'd like to ask you to tone down the use of words like 'master' and 'slave' for the time being."

Katherine complained, "Mom! Of all people to say that. You love thinking of him as your master as much as I do!"

Susan responded, "I know, I know. I'm not happy about it. Mind you, we all know that he's the one and only true master of this harem and that he's effectively tamed us all with his big cock and made us his eager busty slaves. But you know how he is with his modesty and all. We're not in this just till next week or even next year. We've got oodles of time to get him used to those kinds of words. Plus, right now he's under a lot of stress as the implications of being lord and master over us all slowly hits him. So keep it cool until I say so, okay? When he's around, let's generally stick with calling ourselves his 'nymphos.' A nice, non-demeaning word."

Katherine was annoyed at this. As she lightly bounced up and down on Amy's finger, she pleaded, "What about 'fuck toy'? Can I pleeeaasse still use that? It means a lot to me."

"Well, okay. But only that. We might as well call a spade a spade. Just don't say 'slave.' ... Although who can really deny that he's completely tamed you and made you his slave in every way... Ah. I'm too soft, Suzanne! You see my problem here?"

Suzanne chuckled. "That's all right. Let Angel have a little fun, if she gets a kick out of 'fuck toy.' I agree it's a good idea to drop the master and slave stuff for now though, especially since that still bothers me on several levels. I need time to adjust to it, too. But Angel loves 'fuck toy' so much, and she's used it so much around him already, that I really don't think he has a problem with that. And, of course, the rules can be bent when we all get super hot and horny."

"Of course," Susan agreed, while the girls nodded. "That goes without saying. That's one of my favorite things, getting him so aroused that he doesn't mind being called 'Master.'"

Suzanne continued, "In any case, let's hear some more of your plans." Her "asparagus" fingers continued to piston in and out of Susan's pussy, but very slowly, so Susan could remain (mostly) coherent.

"Well, as you all know, I'm hell-bent on starting to lactate as soon as possible. Speaking of which, my breasts are tragically under-suckled at the moment. Hint, hint."

Amy and Katherine laughed, disengaged from each other, and scooted forward. Each one took one of Susan's nipples to suckle on while they continued to listen to her.

"Mmmm. Much better. Thanks, kids. Another thing is beds. It's an absolute tragedy that Tiger has been forced to sleep alone, and it's high time to fix that. I think it's a no-brainer that he should never have to sleep alone at home again. But what if he wants to sleep with his entire harem at once? I'm going to special order a massive four poster bed, the biggest one they can make. I hope we can get one that fits at least eight, since there's no telling just how big his harem will eventually grow. Then we can have big tag-team orgies in it all the time. You won't see me trying to stop or slow down anyone from having sex anymore, in whatever combination we want!"

"Sweet!" Katherine exclaimed as she and Amy high-fived each other.

Susan grinned as she added, "I'm throwing out the old rule book and all the old boundaries, if any still remain. The Pact we made yesterday is the basis of our new rules. The only other remaining 'rules' as such are just common sense things that I probably don't need to tell you. For instance, we have to cover up like the old days whenever we're outside the house, to better keep the existence of our incestuous harem secret. And if we get interested in any women outside the harem, make sure they're bisexual so they can be shared with our master first and foremost."

"Like Brenda," Suzanne said, bringing up an unresolved issue.

Susan had found her ass-up position uncomfortable to maintain, and lay down flat on her back again to give better tit access to her daughters.

But Suzanne still kept slowly teasing Susan's pussy by reaching a hand in between her relaxed, open thighs while the other two remained suckling at her breasts.

"About Brenda," Suzanne continued. "There's another big change that I'd like to suggest. I've decided it's best if we take up her offer to be our house slave. And in her case, slave is definitely the right term to use. She doesn't just have a desire to serve Alan sexually; it's a need! In fact, she needs to serve all of us in every way. She really wants to go all out, and our house is the perfect place for her to explore her new submissive lifestyle and needs. Maybe she can be our slave on a part time sort of nine to five basis, since she still needs to take care of her son Adrian in the evenings and on the weekends. What do you think, Susan?"

Susan responded, "Who could say no to having such a willing, eager, and totally gorgeous slave? I'm going to make her do all the chores I hate to do. But I don't want her to be around much when he's home. Her body is just too much competition for me."

Suzanne chided, "Come on, Susan. Jealousy doesn't become you. Sure, she's got bigger tits, but you're more beautiful than her overall. You're a six-foot tall Amazon goddess, while she's just a little doll. You tower over her. I don't think you have to worry about Brenda too much, as far as her stealing his affections. We hardly even know her, unless you count carnally knowing her. Whereas your cutie Tiger has known and deeply loved you, me, Katherine, and Amy as far back as he can remember. She'll never be able to compete with that emotional depth. No one can. He'll go out and occasionally fuck this and that new woman I'm sure, but he'll always come back to the four of us."

Susan sighed. "I hope you're right. No, I take that back. I know you're right. It's a bit of a bitter pill for me to swallow due to her huge hooters, but she needs to follow her destiny. The Big Tits Theory says she needs to serve a superior man like Alan, and who am I to try to deny him any woman he wants? I'm starting to become good friends with her, to be honest. I'm not worried about her or anything or anyone else anymore. I'm sure it'll all work out. I'm so glad I've been able to take my time and work through all my feelings before getting fucked. Now I can do it without any guilt or ... worries and ... enjoy it to the, oh, ah ... fullest!" Her voice was becoming increasingly ragged as her sexual arousal grew.

"You're so lucky." Suzanne asked, "How many mothers get to experience the joy that you do?"

Susan didn't answer at first, but merely let out a "mmmm" of pure pleasure.

Suzanne stopped playing with Susan's pussy lips to prevent Susan from becoming too aroused to continue talking. What Katherine and Amy were doing to her tits was more than enough stimulation for her, and kept her right on the edge of a wonderful climax. She asked, "Susan? I asked, how many mothers get to experience the joy that you do?"

Suzanne waited. "Did you hear my question? Hel-LOOO? Earth to Susan..."

Suzanne snapped her fingers to get everyone's attention, When that didn't work, she stared down Amy and Katherine until they stopped suckling on Susan and playing with each other. Amy was particularly disappointed, as she was within a hair's breadth of having a really great climax.

Slowly, Susan came to. "Uh, yeah... Oh yeah. I know exactly what you mean. Joy... Naughty mothers..." Her dreamy gaze faded and she grew a bit more lucid again. "My guess is not enough mothers know our joy. Far too few. We're so lucky. Friends, family, and lovers are all the same people now, and each aspect of the relationship makes the other parts deeper. But there still are a few loose ends to tie up. For starters, everyone's in agreement that I should divorce Ron. I want that to happen sooner rather than later. But is that timing wise?"

Suzanne reassuringly stroked her friend's clitoris the way most friends would pat another friend on the back. "Let's not go into that now, my fellow mother. I'm on top of that."