6 Times a Day

Alan came back downstairs with a digital camera as well as a camcorder. He set the video up so that it recorded the entire area where they all sat, and then he left it alone. Then he picked up the camera and had all the women mug and pose cheesecake-style while he took their pictures.

The women all touched each other and said jokey, teasing things to further arouse.

For instance, Katherine said, "Brother, can you bring your zoom lens over here? I have an extreme close-up shot for you."

Suzanne said, "No, Sweetie. Over here. I've got an even closer close-up. In fact, you'll have to put your zoom lens right into a hole."

Xania couldn't help but ham it up a bit too in the ways she posed, though she kept her mouth shut so as to not completely destroy the last shreds of her psychologist persona.

Alan took quite a few pictures in quick succession. He thought to himself, I should be documenting these magical weeks more thoroughly. Xania's right that there is a wonderful, magical thing going on, and who knows how long it'll last? At least I'll have these pictures to jack off to, if everything goes horribly wrong from here on out. I still have this uneasy feeling and a black eye to remind me that there's a good reason to feel that way.

Ah, but stop being so gloomy. Just look at these six total babes! And four of them are the women I love most in the world. Wow! I'm the luckiest guy on Earth and I should never forget it!

The photo session came to an end and the poker game resumed yet again. The session definitely raised the sexual mood even higher. The more the women touched each other all over, the more they got in the mood for serious girl-on-girl action. Xania and Susan went right back to their reciprocal "tit tending" roles, to everyone's great delight.

Alan's winning streak in the game came to an end. Katherine won one dare, and ordered Susan to play with Brenda's huge breasts, since she wasn't allowed to order herself to do so. Suzanne won a dare and ordered Katherine to do the same to Brenda.

Just about everyone wanted to play with Brenda, to fondle her impressive tits along with the rest of her nearly impossibly-curvy body. The others were all amazed at how her breasts were so large and yet had virtually no sag. Her long nipples attracted a lot of attention and admiration too. By this point in the evening, it seemed that there was always a hand or two roaming over her chest. Oftentimes, large breasts are less sensitive on a per-square-inch basis than small breasts. While this was not true for some of the others like Susan and Suzanne, it was true for Brenda, except for her nipples. Touching them was just as orgasm-inducing as it was for even Susan and her extremely sensitive nips.

Brenda was disappointed. What she wanted most was for Alan to win a hand and give her the same vibrator insertion that he'd given Xania. She already knew that she'd be having erotic dreams in the nights to come of Suzanne and Alan playing with her ass and pussy while she remained bent over clutching her ankles. But being the target of two other dares was at least some consolation.

In a way, she was lucky. She might have been in danger of eventually passing out from too many orgasms if she'd had a vibrator in her, as she did last week. Even without one, she was cumming more fluid than the next two leakiest women combined, and she was nearly senseless from a never-ending series of orgasms.

She seemed to get more and more covered with cum as the evening went on. The others got a perverse thrill from that, and no one had even tried to clean her up for the photo session. Susan had come to believe that cum was almost like a physical manifestation of love. When it was her turn to play with Brenda's body, she enjoyed running her fingers through the large puddle under Brenda's ass and then wipe them all over Brenda's skin, which of course only got her even more sticky and cummy as the evening went on. Her cum was rather thick and hung on her more like a man's cum than the typically more watery female juices. As a result, it looked like Alan had shot his seed over her skin time and time again.

That sight, in turn, got everyone increasingly aroused. It seemed that everything in the room was on a positive feedback loop leading to greater orgasmic joy.

Alan won the next hand, and promptly said, "Amy, I want you and Xania to fondle each other and kiss on the lips." He'd noticed that Xania and Amy had gotten on very well while sharing his cock, and he wanted to see how well they could get physical with each other.

Xania loved being with women almost as much as men, but she also loved continuing her prudish game. She felt like she'd been acting so wanton and easy that she needed to play up her reluctance some more to maintain any credibility. She stood up, and with the vibrator sticking a few inches out of her pussy and rotating, she proclaimed, "Alan, you really go too far this time! It's true that I've done a lot of wild and crazy things tonight, because I got carried away trying to go along with the group. But intimate kissing is one thing I cannot do."

Susan pointed out, "I distinctly remember you kissing Tiger earlier. In fact, just a couple of minutes after he came downstairs, he had your undies off, his fingers in your cunt, and his tongue down your throat!"

Xania blushed at that. It pretty much destroyed her "no kissing" argument. She said, "That was a mistake. I was kind of ambushed."

Amy asked, "I don't get it. Why is it you can suck Alan's cock and all kinds of stuff, but you can't kiss me?"

Xania replied, "I'm sorry, it has nothing to do with you. It's just that kissing is something that's very personal and romantic. Consider for instance that most prostitutes will perform most any sex act under the sun with their johns, but NOT kissing. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to my boyfriend."

Susan stood up in shock. "You have a boyfriend?!"

In fact, Xania didn't. She was still actively dating, but she was very resistant to serious relationships and she hadn't been going steady with anyone for a while. However, she lied because she thought she needed more excuses to make her seeming reluctance to kiss Amy credible. So she lied some more, "Yes, but we're not really that serious or anything." She didn't want to go too far with the story about her supposed boyfriend because she didn't want to be seen as the cheating type.

Susan exclaimed, "And yet you've been naked and in Tiger's lap most of the evening, licking, stroking, and even sucking his cock, getting groped and fingerbanged, and generally behaving like one of his sex pets! What would your boyfriend think about all THAT?!"

Xania's blush deepened, as if she really did have a boyfriend. She hammed it up, mostly for Susan's sake. "He... would not be happy... to say the least! But he's not going to know! I know it's wrong... but when I met with Alan up in L.A., I ... I don't know... I felt something, something powerful. I kind of... I couldn't resist! I don't know what's happening to me!"

Susan was so delighted that she practically swooned. She looked around and saw Katherine sitting near her. She clutched Katherine's hand and beamed brightly, as if she was a young wife who had just been told that she was pregnant.

Katherine was amused by Susan's over-the-top enthusiasm. But she found the situation a big turn-on too, so she squeezed her mother's hand supportively.

Brenda was at least as excited, if not more so. She began vigorously fondling her cunt and nipples, and loudly proclaimed, "This just validates everything I've come to believe about Alan! UGH! Such a fucking STUD! Look at the older women in this room. THREE of us are married, and another one has a serious boyfriend!"

Susan let go of Katherine's hand and clutched at her G-cups, repeatedly squeezing them. "Tiger takes who he wants! He's unstoppable! Even his married big-titted mommy isn't safe from his rampaging cock!"

Alan felt the need to defend himself. "It isn't like that. I'm just a normal guy in an extraordinary situation. There are extenuating circumstances here, including three failed marriages. Anyway, Xania, if you have a boyfriend, then you should probably re-think all this. We'll all respect your decision."

Susan's eyes narrowed as she stared at Xania with fierce determination while still clutching at her great globes. "I don't! Xania, you are a guest in our house this evening. We have been very hospitable and all we ask in return is that you obey the house rules. And those are very simple. For a big-titted, gorgeous babe such as yourself, you must obey any and ALL of Alan's sexual wishes. He expects you to engage in some heavy girl-on-girl action with his top-heavy young girlfriend, including kissing, and I expect you to do so. Now!"

Everyone was surprised by Susan's authoritative tone and words, especially the uncompromising finality in the way she growled the word "now." An awkward silence prevailed.

Xania was surprised as well, but was also glad, since this gave her an excuse to give in. She actually loved the idea of kissing and playing with Amy since they'd been getting along particularly well, but she just felt the need to put up a pretend resistance first. She looked conflicted, but finally replied, "I'm sorry, Susan. I didn't realize it means that much to you. You're right. I did make that promise at the beginning to follow the house rules. But in the future, I need to draw some kind of line. I reserve the right to say no if I want to."

Susan put her foot down even harder. She was both angry and aroused. "Xania, you agreed to play this game and follow the game's rules. You will follow this game to the end. Period! Not to mention the house rules. You are in ALAN's house now, and as a busty, sexy woman, you are fair game! There is no line. You're one of Tiger's sex pets, at least for tonight, your boyfriend be damned! My son will do with you as he likes! That includes fucking you whenever he likes, in any hole that he likes! Is that clear?"

Alan remained silent, but grinned and thought, Go, Mom! Wow! She's so hot when she's angry!

Xania didn't know what to say to that. But she didn't have to reply because an eager and smiling Amy sidled up behind her and, with a happy "Boo!," kissed her square on the lips.

It seemed that Amy was just being feisty and spontaneous, but she actually acted fast on purpose. She figured that Xania would feel obliged to object to that. But if Xania was too busy kissing to reply, silence would become tacit acceptance.

Amy got very aggressive with Xania to keep her too distracted to think or talk. She happened to start out behind her, but she managed to move face to face while kissing nearly non-stop. Then, once she had full body contact, she mashed her tits into Xania's in the most arousing ways, and grabbed the vibrator sticking partly out of Xania's pussy and thrust it in and out.

That drove Xania over the orgasmic edge. She completely forgot about her prudish acting or Susan's demand. As her climax ripped through her, she and Amy tumbled out of her chair onto the floor. But that didn't stop them in the slightest. In fact, even as her body shook in sexual ecstasy she decided to counter-attack. She grabbed the vibrator that was stuck in Amy's cunt and reciprocated with some vigorous thrusting. The two of them became a blur of activity until finally Amy came too. Xania kept on cumming and cumming until both of them stopped moving, except for their heavy breathing.

Brenda was sitting on the same side of the table as Amy and Xania, so she had a close-up view. She was incredibly aroused by the conversation, and far gone with her lusty masturbation already. But seeing Amy and Xania cumming a couple of feet away took her to an even higher level, and she had a big, and very loud, orgasm of her own.

Susan sat back down and kept on fondling herself. Katherine masturbated too. However, Alan was relatively unaffected. Despite all the very sexy sights and sounds around him, his penis was still flaccid due to so much recent activity. Furthermore, he was concerned about Xania's confession that she had a boyfriend, and that put a damper on his interest in her.

Suzanne continued to sit next to him on the sofa. She had an arm around him, but she was taking her cue from him, and she could tell it was best if she gave him some space for a while.

Eventually, Xania sat up and put on her act again. She looked around as if in great confusion, and then genuinely blushed when most of the others clapped for her passionate performance. She stammered, "I... I don't... I don't know what came over me... How did that happen?!"

Katherine was quick to frame that. "Xania, what did I tell you? If you do what Alan says, you'll have lots of orgasms and you'll feel incredibly good. It's that simple. Is there any wonder why we all freely give our bodies to him, to use in whatever way he desires? ... I see you still show confusion. Don't worry. You'll learn."

Xania thought to herself, Wow. That actually makes sense. Just let Alan take over. It sounds so easy. Just lay back and let Alan bring on the cummy good times. All acting aside, I'm seriously getting into this. This family has more fun in one evening than I do in a month, and that's saying a lot because I make it a goal to have a hell of a lot of fun. I feel like I'm being brainwashed into a cult, and yet I'm totally into it. What is it about this situation that's so alluring?

She looked around at everyone. Ironically, I don't think Alan has much to do with it. The same thing could have happened to anyone in his shoes, although I have to admit he seems to be handling it remarkably well. True, he's very sexually gifted, and he's got great stamina and recuperative powers, but I've met guys who are a lot more gifted than that. I've had sex with some porn stars who are the best in the business. Hell, I even tried an eleven-inch penis once that makes his look small.

No, it's the other women. How did such a remarkable and attractive group of complete nymphos ever manage to get together? Life is going to be one non-stop orgy now that these women are all turned on, and it just so happens that Alan gets all the luck, finding himself in the middle of it.

The sense of friendly competition between these beauties is amazing and exhilarating. I can feel it in the air. Even in Hollywood parties I usually feel like top dog, the hottest woman there, but I look around at these women and I feel like I'm the ugliest of the lot. It makes me want to prove myself, and show that I'm the best. I have to please Alan the most and make him cum hard. I just HAVE to. Then I'll feel so good too; so proud of myself. This is psychologically interesting. I should become a psychologist, for real. I love this kind of analysis. Sex and giving advice - two of my favorite things put together!

But even fully understanding the processes going on, and understanding that Alan is "just a guy" without any special magical mojo, I still really, really want to get fucked by him! I'm totally caught up in the group frenzy to please him and serve his cock. How bizarre is that?

Not only that but, even more bizarrely, there's a real sense of wholesomeness to all this sex. Back in L.A., everything is so seedy. With the power games and the drugs and the name-dropping, fuck, it gets tiring. Every guy is more vain, egotistical, and blow dried than the last one. Whereas this feels like a tight-knit family playing a game like Monopoly or Scrabble, except it's a highly erotic strip poker game. I mean, look at Amy, and how she's just so infectiously fun. Even the competitive spirit in the air is like a fun game instead of a vicious, stab-your-friend-in-the-back kind of thing. I LIKE these people!

I wish I didn't live so far away, because I could get used to these games. I imagine my psychologist persona will be pretty shot by the end of the evening, but that's a good thing, because my cover wasn't actually blown, it's just changing and fitting reality better. They'll see me as a prudish doctor who's discovered sex in a big way, which will allow me to have more and more sex with them in the future. Plus, hopefully I can morph into a sex advisor and all-around therapist for these people, which is what I would prefer to do.

In fact, I've been loving advising Suzanne and the Plummers so much that I could see a whole career as a therapist if I just didn't have to get a degree and all those other damn qualifications. Who'd want to hire a little-known soft porn actress for a serious job?