6 Times a Day

Downstairs, Katherine, Susan, and Amy were watching "There's Something about Mary." The comedy was too zany and risqué for Susan to have sat through it before, but now that her sexual mores were changing drastically, Katherine thought she'd see if her mother might find it funny.

However, after Susan had watched yet another scene that made her uncomfortable, she stood up and said, "I don't know about this. Is this what kids watch these days? It all seems terribly improper to me. I think I'll go check on what Tiger and Suzanne are doing upstairs. They've been gone half an hour, at least."

Katherine and Amy gave each other knowing looks. They were sure Susan had more than a passing interest in what was happening upstairs, but they were smart not to say anything.

In truth, Susan had been so focused on what might be happening between Alan and Suzanne that she'd only paid slight attention to the movie. She wanted to run upstairs to satisfy her curiosity, but she forced herself to walk at a relatively normal pace, knowing that Katherine and Amy would notice any unseemly rushing.

When she got to Alan's door, she couldn't believe her good luck that the door had been left open just a crack. She didn't hesitate to peek in.

Suzanne had made sure that she and Alan were both at right angles to the door, instead of having one of them looking directly towards it. That way, Susan would feel the odds of being discovered were much less, and she'd get a better view. As a result, when Susan looked in, she saw a profile of both of them. Even though one of Alan's legs was partly in the way, she was able to see Suzanne's mouth bobbing just above it.

Susan staggered back. She felt like she'd just opened the door to a blast furnace, from which the heat was more than she could bear. But it was a sexual heat. She clutched at her pussy and her breasts at the same time - they tingled with need.

It was only a matter of seconds though before she was again peering through the crack. Oh goodness! Oh my! Would you just look at that?! Suzanne is just... My God! She's... she's... she's loving it! Oh! I wish that could be me! Just look at that satisfied look on her face as her lips slide up and down his thick cock! Mmmm!

Susan felt something dripping down her chin which she hoped was Alan's cum. But she wiped a finger though it and realized to her disappointment that it was just her own drool, since she was salivating with her mouth hanging open. She closed her mouth, but her lusty desire only increased.

She continued to watch for the next five minutes. Suzanne had been anticipating her arrival, and within a minute or two she'd sensed Susan was there without looking towards the door. It wasn't hard to do, because Susan got so very horny that she started to make her tell-tale "Mmmm!" noises without realizing it.

Once Suzanne knew that Susan was there, she changed tactics, performing more for Susan than for Alan. She made sure that her moves would look good from Susan's perspective. She even had Alan shift one of his legs into a rather uncomfortable pose that gave Susan a nearly unimpeded view of his crotch.

Susan worried that if she stayed too long, Katherine and Amy would wonder what was keeping her and possibly even come up after her. She kept telling herself that she'd leave in just a moment, but that moment never seemed to arrive. She tried hard not to masturbate too blatantly, for fear that she'd be caught either by those in Alan's room or by the two downstairs. But she couldn't stop herself completely; she fingered her nipples and pussy through her clothes. She was glad that she no longer wore a bra or panties when in the house.

She noticed that Suzanne often had Alan's boner trapped between her tits, and she wondered about that. She'd seen Alan doing it with Amy earlier as well. She'd heard Suzanne talk about titfucks, and she'd read descriptions of them in her recent Internet research of erotic stories, so she surmised that she was seeing one. But she was surprisingly uninterested. She didn't know how good they could feel for either the woman or the man, and Suzanne's tongue was always busy, so her main focus was there. She was learning a little bit from Suzanne's licking techniques, but mostly she was just living vicariously, imagining that it was her tongue instead.

Susan's worry at being caught was increasing steadily, but she simply couldn't tear herself away. Finally, the issue was decided when Alan let out a loud grunt, before crying out, "Oh shit! Gonna cum!"

Sure enough, his cum-stick began to fire.

Since Suzanne knew Susan was watching, she pulled her lips off his cockhead and sat back, letting Alan choose whether to give her a facial or a pearl necklace.

Not surprisingly, he chose to do both. Even though he was out of his mind with arousal, he was careful to fire the first half of his load all over her beautiful face and then the rest on her great rack.

Even as his dick was pulsing with his last weak dribbles, Suzanne was still thinking about her audience. Keeping her eyes closed, she tilted her head way back. "OH! OH! Sweetie! That was fantastic! Look what you did to me. Look how thoroughly you painted me with your delicious, creamy seed! Just look at this spermy feast! I can't wait to gobble it all up. You make me so proud to be one of your personal cocksuckers!"

Alan thought it odd that Suzanne called herself one of his "personal cocksuckers," since she didn't normally use language like that. He still didn't realize that Susan was peeking, and so didn't know that Suzanne's words were mainly for Susan's benefit.

Susan was feeling extremely frustrated. She was close to cumming, but still hadn't managed to reach a good climax. Now that Alan had finished his orgasm, the room had gone completely silent. She knew she wouldn't be able to cum quietly enough. Her concern about being caught increased suddenly. True, Alan had flopped back to the bed and seemed to be passed out or at least asleep, and Suzanne still had her eyes closed and was facing away from the door as she luxuriated in her cum bath while sweeping gobs of it into her mouth. But Susan knew that things were likely to change soon, and in particular that it was just a matter of time before Suzanne opened her eyes and looked around.

Still, the sight of all the cum on Suzanne's skin was simply too arousing for Susan to take. She knew she couldn't cum in this dangerous situation, but she couldn't seem to take her fingers away from her nipples and pussy. So hot! Mmmm! So hot! Lord, give me strength! I'm tempted to go in there and clean Suzanne with my tongue, but that would be so wrong!

Eventually, Suzanne did open her eyes, which gave Susan a big scare, but Suzanne was careful not to look at the door. Instead, her eyes fixed on Alan's now flaccid penis before she asked, "Sweetie, are you still awake?"

"Unh." He sounded half-dead.

"Goody! Because I'm going to clean your cock and balls very, very thoroughly. A powerful, demanding cock like yours needs to be treated with the utmost respect!"

Again, Alan thought that was an odd thing for her to say, since he still didn't know that Susan was listening. But he was too wiped out to think about it very much.

Susan waited until Suzanne got busy licking Alan's balls, then finally made her escape. She snuck downstairs as quietly as she could, but when she reached the front foyer, she went down a side hall away from the living room so she could find a bathroom to calm down and make herself presentable.