6 Times a Day

Lately, Alan had gotten good at arriving at school as late as possible to maximize the fun time at home. But he arrived fifteen minutes early because he had some burning questions for Glory. He rushed to her classroom and closed the propped-open door behind him. He was glad to see than no other students had arrived yet.

Glory was grading papers behind her desk. She looked up in pleasant surprise to see him.

However, Alan was rather more muted in his affections because he was still miffed by the "Michelle incident" from the day before. He gave her a perfunctory smile, but didn't kiss her. He said, "Morning, Glory. I gotta be quick before the other students come in. But I just had to ask you: was there really a Michelle in the closet yesterday? I still can't figure that out."

"No. There wasn't. I told you that already."

"You told me lots of things yesterday, and most of them were tricks and lies. How do I know you're being honest about this?"

She looked up at Alan with concern. "Young man, just what is up with you today? Are you still upset with the spanking?"

"Yes. It was very upsetting. You must have gotten a sense of how I felt when I spanked you at the end while you had the blindfold on. That blindfold was the killer."

She replied, "I have some sense now, yes. But maybe it wasn't the same, because you didn't know what was real, and I did. I'll say it again: I'm really sorry. And I swear on my grandfather's grave that there was no Michelle. Pretending and tricking during a role-play is one thing, but I wouldn't lie to you now."

"If there was no Michelle, then whose voice was that on the tape recording? There's no way that was your voice."

"Sorry, that's a secret. I can't tell you, and you'll just have to trust me as to why."

"Glory! Argh! That's frustrating."

"I'm sorry about that too. It's nothing to worry about. Trust me on that. By the way, check this out." She walked to the closet in the corner of the room where Alan thought Michelle had been hidden. She opened the door, reached deep into a pile of junk, and pulled out some clothes. She held them up briefly and revealed them to be nun and priest outfits.

She grinned an infectious grin. "For lunch. Start your role-play fantasizing." She closed the closet and returned to her desk.

"I don't think we should meet for lunch," he said rather petulantly.

"Oh, come on. Don't hold a grudge. How much more sorry can I be? I'm not going to do anything remotely like that to you ever again. Remember that I would do anything to make it up for you? Let me start today. Also, I only have a one-day rental on these things, so this is your one chance to act out your nun fantasies."

He wavered and finally gave in. "Okay. You got me with the nun thing. But I can only be there twenty minutes at most. I have other people I'd like to spend time with. I'll see you later."

He was still very bitter and hoped that she would understand when he said, "I have other people I'd like to spend time with," he meant, "I'm going to be having sex with other women during lunch instead of you." He wanted to upset her and make her jealous. His emotions were all tumbled around due to the spanking incident, and he was acting with surprising immaturity for him.

Luckily, Glory didn't appear too bothered by his comments.

He started to walk away.

But before he got more than a couple of steps away, Glory stood up and said, "Hey, where do you think you're going?"

"What does it look like? I'm leaving. Gotta get to class."

"No, you don't. You still have time. And I don't want you to leave feeling miffed."

He replied, "Oh yeah? Well, I am miffed. What are you going to do about it?" He wasn't quite sure if he was joking with his defiant attitude or not.

She walked to where he stood, halfway between her desk and the door. "I'm going to do this." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him hard on his lips.

He was reluctant to give in, because he didn't want her to think that she could easily manipulate him. However, he was a horny kid, and her kissing felt so good that he couldn't help but respond. Soon, he was kissing back with just as much passion and energy as she was displaying.

The only problem was that they were aware that they were in an unsafe place and time was running out. As a result, he fondled her, but he was careful to keep his hands outside her clothes. Mostly, he just squeezed her ass cheeks through her skirt, pulling her close.

She also was mindful not to go too far. She was pleased that his dick grew stiff almost immediately, but all she did was grasp it through his shorts.

At least, that was the plan. But somehow her fingers unzipped his fly and fished his erection out. Her fingers started sliding all over his shaft while they continued to neck with ever-increasing arousal.

After a couple of minutes, she broke the kiss. Smiling, she asked, "Am I forgiven?"

He replied, "Nah. Not really." Again, he wasn't sure if he was joking or not. He was trying to sound playful, but he still felt resentful about the whole Michelle incident.

"Oh, really?" She kept stroking his boner. "What do I have to do to earn your forgiveness? Maybe you'll have to tell me exactly what I have to do, and then at lunch I'll do it." She slowly slithered down his body, running her free hand down his tummy. "You might even be a really nasty, naughty young man and force your teacher to do this."

Suddenly, she was on her knees, and she engulfed his cockhead and some.

As she started bobbing, he clutched her head, trying to cope with the huge surge of arousal that literally curled the toes in his sneakers. Oh, man! She's so fucking sexy! Best history teacher ever! He chuckled out loud at that.

She wondered what he was chuckling about, but she was too into sucking his cock to stop and ask.

But she was only at it a minute, two at the most, when there was a knock on the door.

She pulled her lips off his shaft in a flash and stood up. Her eyes were wide with fright. She hissed quietly at him, "Quick! Zip up! Look presentable! Do I look okay?"

He managed to tuck his stiff hard-on away, but at the same time he leered, "You look so much more than okay." He wrapped his arms around her and gave her another scorching French kiss.

But after just a few seconds, she pushed him away. "No time! Not now. You're incorrigible, Young Man, do you know that?" She patted herself down to make sure her clothes and hair were in place, even as she quickly headed to the door.

Before she reached it, she stopped and looked back at him to make sure he was presentable too. She whispered, but loud enough for him to hear, "That was just a taste. Wait until lunch. I'm gonna knock your socks off!"

He left her classroom right as her first student entered. The fewer people who saw that he'd been alone with her, the better. He still had a raging erection, and he was frustrated about getting all worked up and with no ability to do anything about it. But he willed his dick to grow flaccid before he made it very far down the hallway.

Dang! I so can't wait until lunch now! The only problem is, now I have three places I need to be. I've promised to finish off Janice's paint job, and I also want to share lunch with my friends, before they file a missing persons report on me. Especially since I saw Sean yesterday and strongly implied that I'd eat lunch with him. And, of course... Glory! Glorious Glory!

Because of his new commitment with Glory, he went and found Janice and Heather before school started and rescheduled his plans with them for after school. That way, he could split his lunch between his male friends and Glory. That also allowed him to have a break between being with the cheerleaders and with Glory, which would give him more sexual energy for both.

Over in the Plummer house, Susan and Suzanne began their usual daily morning rituals. After Alan left for school, it didn't take Susan all that long to succumb to the urge to engage in a very busy masturbating session. Admittedly, it was a very new tradition for her, but in recent weeks it had become an extremely consistent and important one to help her get through the seven hours her kids were away at school.

She had whipped herself up to a masturbatory frenzy by the time Suzanne came over. Susan could hear rustling downstairs as Suzanne let herself in, just like she always did.

Shoot! Susan complained to herself. Why now? I was just in the middle of some really good stuff. Tiger and me back on the beach. Except it was an empty tropical island and he said he needed me to make his babies. I was going to have his babies! He was going to fuck me! Really fuck me! It's okay in fantasies, isn't it?

Suzanne needs to give me more masturbation space. I can still practically feel his thick cock sliding into my tight little pussy. Son, bang your mommy good! Drill me deep!

She sighed. I wonder if I just stay up here, would she mind?

But Susan was a good host. Despite her preference to continue what she was doing, she quickly dressed and came downstairs, although she still felt randy and decidedly unsatisfied. Though Suzanne didn't realize it, Susan was practically ready to fuck a duck - she'd gotten all worked up with Alan before school, but Katherine had reaped all the rewards (and all the cum). She unconsciously rubbed her stomach, as she couldn't shake the fantasy of her son getting her pregnant.

Suzanne was dressed up in "outside clothes," meaning she was still wearing a bra and panties. Susan could immediately tell because Suzanne's clothes were so tight and daring that the panty and bra lines showed quite clearly. Susan by contrast had just quickly thrown on the first shirt and skirt she could reach, leaving her obviously braless and pantyless.

Susan stared ravenously at Suzanne, especially since Suzanne's outfit still showed a considerable amount of milky white cleavage, but she tried to play it cool. She thought to herself, What's wrong with me? Am I looking at Suzanne in THAT WAY? Again? This psychologist's appointment can't come soon enough. I keep saying that because it's so true. I just have to hold out until tomorrow. Dear Lord, please give me strength. Keep it cool, Susan. You can't give into any lesbian urges, especially with your best friend. That would be so totally improper!

She went to make some coffee for the two of them, and hoped that doing so would give her time to calm down a bit.

Susan made small talk. "Why are you dressed like that? How are we gonna do our morning exercises and nude sunbathing with you all bundled up in your undies?"

"Unfortunately, I'll have to skip all that today," Suzanne answered ruefully. "I just wanted to stop by and say hello. I have some actual business to attend to in L.A."

"Business?" Susan laughed. "Actual business? I've almost totally forgotten about the need to make money, but I guess the world does go on. We're so lucky that we can rely on our husbands' salaries and just have fun all day long. And how do we both repay them? By playing around with my son. I would feel horrible, absolutely horrible, about the cheating, except that my husband has been such a god-awful lousy husband. But technically I'm still married, and that nags at my conscience."

"Me too," Suzanne chimed in. "But I don't let it bother me. If this happened before Eric and I had our... falling out, that would be a completely different story. But now I don't think about it much, except that it makes playing with Sweetie that much more arousing, knowing that he's completely stolen me from my husband."

Susan giggled like a teenager. "Well, there is that. When I do think about it, it makes me so, well, hot." She looked at the spot on her finger where her wedding ring used to be, and rubbed it. "I'm just glad that I don't love my husband anymore, because I know if I did I'd be doing all of these things with my Tiger anyway. You're right that it's for the best that Ron turned out to be gay, because that helped lead me to my one true love - my son! He's such an irresistible, lovable hunk! Every day I realize more and more how good he is for me. I'm completely alive and in love!"

She added in a more practical tone, "But I guess there is the occasional nonsexual thing we have to do to survive. What takes you to L.A.? And why would you go outside like that?"

What Susan meant was that Suzanne's dress was unusually daring, even for her, for something to wear outside. For Susan, it would still be completely inconceivable since she remained like her old shy self when it came to the outside world. Suzanne wore a low-cut, navy blue, skin-tight tank top. Her matching blue skirt was more like two short flaps of cloth with high cuts going up her hips.

Suzanne bent forward to emphasize her cleavage; her huge breasts threatened to burst her tight top completely open. She could tell that Susan was looking at her with lust in her eyes, and she wanted to encourage that.

She answered flippantly, "Oh, I've got some dead dull business stuff to do. Taxes and that kind of thing. I bore myself to tears just thinking about it. I figure I can help sway those boring bureaucrats if they're too busy looking at my chest to think."

The answer was designed to cut off any further questions, and the ploy was successful. The real reason she dressed so daringly (by outside world standards) was that she wanted to impress Xania when she went to L.A. to make sure everything was set for the faux psychologist appointment the next day. The two outstandingly beautiful women had very similar physiques, and so they had a long-standing but generally friendly rivalry over who was sexier.

Suzanne thought to herself as she stood back up, How ironic. She thinks I'm taking a day off to do something nonsexual, when in fact this trip, too, is quite intentionally sexual. At least the end goal is, anyway.

Susan fiddled with the coffee machine to avoid further gawking at Suzanne's ostentatious display of cleavage. Her effort not to lust after other women, and specifically Suzanne, was slipping by the hour. For once, she was a bit frustrated she wasn't wearing a bra, because her erect nipples were constantly rubbing against the rough fabric of her shirt, which didn't exactly help her state of mind.

To distract Susan from asking any more questions about the trip, she changed the topic in a way that she was sure would fully distract her. "By the way, did you open up Brenda's gift last night? We haven't had a chance to talk since then. How did you like it?"

Susan's eyes lit up, as she remembered the vibrator modeled precisely on Alan's erect dick. "Oh my gosh! Best gift EVER!"

Suzanne laughed. "I knew you'd say that."

Susan leaned forward, suddenly bursting with curiosity. "I feel pretty awful about how I treated her last night when she was leaving. I just got so jealous after Tiger said what he did about her breasts. Meanwhile, she was being so thoughtful and thinking of me with that perfect gift. By the way, how'd she make it?! She said you helped her, and your help must have been crucial. It's SO similar in every detail that it's uncanny!"

Suzanne chuckled. "That's the general idea. As for how it was made, don't worry about it. Some things are more enjoyable as mysteries. And don't worry about Brenda. You two will no doubt be talking sometime today, so you can hash it all out with her."

The truth was that about a week earlier, Suzanne realized that Susan was using various phallic objects like bananas for blowjob practice, and she had great need for a dildo or vibrator, even if she didn't use it in her pussy. She bought Susan one at that time and she was about to give it to her when Brenda called asking for gift suggestions for Susan. She came up with the scheme to bring Brenda and Susan closer together as friends instead, allowing her to kill two birds with one stone.

She'd taken photos of Alan's erect dick from every angle while he was sleeping with "morning wood." She knew there was special computer software that could made a 3D object out of 2D photos, if they were enough of them taken from the right angles. Then she and Brenda worked to find professionals who could do a rush order, with money basically being no object. Even then, it had taken a week. Luckily, it was sent to Brenda just in time for the party.

All in all, Suzanne considered that another highly satisfying successful scheme.

Susan asked some more questions about the vibrator, but soon realized that Suzanne wasn't going to reveal anything. Then she hit on a question Suzanne was delighted to answer. "I feel pretty bad that she did something so nice for me on the same evening that I was being petty about her breast size. I want to get her something that will be as great or greater than the gift she gave me. But what could that be?! I've been thinking about it some already, and I'm stumped. She's a multimillionaire. She has everything she could possibly want."

Suzanne slyly grinned. On the inside, she was overjoyed, because she had been anticipating this exact question. "I don't know about better, but I know just the thing you could get her that would be exactly as great a gift."

Susan's eyes bugged out in amazement. "What?! No! That's impossible!"

Suzanne jubilantly explained, "What does she want that she doesn't get nearly enough of? Sweetie's cock! She only had one vibrator made, because if she made one for herself, it would seem like that was the real purpose and your gift was the afterthought. But I spoke to the makers on the sly, and had them make a second copy of the sly. Which I have and which she doesn't know about."

That thrilled Susan so much that she rushed at Suzanne and practically tackled her to the floor in her eagerness to hug her. "Oh, Suzanne! You're the BEST!" She gave her a crushing hug like a boa constrictor.

Suzanne was giddy with delight. She'd learned over the years that giving often was better than receiving. She particularly loved it when she could make her best friend happy. Laughing, she said, "Okay, okay! Please don't crush me to death!"

Susan eased up with the hug. But still wanting to express her surge of joy, she gave Suzanne a scorching French kiss too.

Suzanne kissed back with just as much fiery passion. She loved that her relationship with Susan had evolved to the point where they shared these lusty and loving kisses on a regular basis.

As their necking went on, she mentally gave herself a pat on the back for her clever scheme not just to arrange Brenda's gift to Susan, but to anticipate the logical gift in return. She'd been sorely tempted to secretly have another copy of the vibrator made for herself, not to mention copies for Katherine and Amy. But she ultimately decided that it would be extra special for Susan and Brenda if they had the only ones. Later on, she could easily get more copies made, now that the mold had been made.

There was some more kissing, fondling, and small talk, though no more clothes came off.