6 Times a Day

Susan and Katherine remained on top of each other.

Katherine pointed out to her brother, "Big Champagne Bottle Brother, your family anal sandwich is still here when you're ready again. Mommy and I are real comfy like this. We're all lubed up and ready for a deep anal probe or two, if you know what I mean, nudge, nudge, wink, wink."

But Alan said as he slumped further down the sofa, "Sis, tell you what. I seriously need to chill out for a while. But you two want a spanking as well. Xania and Brenda, why don't you two do the honors?"

Brenda reacted with horror to that suggestion. "Oh no, Alan. I could never spank another. I only deserve to get spanked myself."

"Okay. Up to you." Alan still didn't understand the level of Brenda's subservience, and he didn't have the energy to think about it at the moment. Plus, just looking at her while talking caused him to realize that she was a bad choice, because even though she was more alert than before, that was only true in a relative sense; she was looking more wiped out and bedraggled than anyone else. So instead, he asked, "What about you, Xania?"

Xania fiddled with her glasses. "Well, I suppose I could try, in the spirit of cooperation that Susan has encouraged. But really, this has to be the last wild sexual thing I do. When I wake up tomorrow, I won't be able to blame it all on the wine."

A number of eyes rolled in the room, as no one believed her reluctance anymore.

"Okay, there's one spanker," Alan said. "Aunt Suzy, we all know you're a good spanker. Why don't you start and show Xania and everyone else how it's done?"

So Suzanne and Xania tag-teamed spanking Susan and Katherine's asses.

Xania could slap hard if she wanted to, but she pulled her punches, so to speak. She pretended to be uncertain and reluctant (though slowly and continually breaking), still hoping to stay in character.

Suzanne, on the other hand, swatted with great confidence and authority. She also kept up a good verbal barrage, accusing both mother and daughter of sexual "crimes."

Their supposed crimes largely consisted of failures in properly sexually pleasing Alan. With Susan it was easy: Suzanne accused Susan of failing to give Alan her cunt, and making him suffer. With Katherine it was harder, since Katherine had pretty much done everything humanly possible to sexually please her brother lately. So instead Suzanne complained that Katherine was too jealous and didn't have the proper cock-sharing spirit.

Since Xania didn't feel inspired to do much spanking, and Suzanne did, Suzanne soon took over doing all the swatting. Xania fell into the healer role, which consisted of soothing red asses between spankings, and fingering their pussies as much as possible. With four ass cheeks and two pussies to work with, her hands stayed busy.

Although they didn't receive many slaps, mother and daughter kept grinding their clits together during her ministrations. They were also lying together face to face, so they kissed when they weren't too busy panting for breath.

Once Suzanne was done spanking, Xania was also able to lick from near Susan's asshole, through her leaky pussy lips, and on up to Katherine with little space in between. Then she kept on licking through Katherine's overflowing pussy lips all the way up to the edge of her asshole in a single stroke. It seemed to her as if mother and daughter shared one long and constantly grinding pussy. For all of Xania's sexual experience, she'd never licked anything like that before, and she loved it.

Brenda and Amy fingerbanged each other while watching. Brenda in particular found the spanking very exciting, because she imagined it was Alan spanking her. Amy understood this and gave her some playful smacks on the side of her ass. Brenda couldn't get enough, and asked to be smacked harder. But Amy was too nice to be able to really give her a good whack.

For once, the only person left out of the proceedings was Alan, because he was still in mental recovery mode. He wanted his dick to go flaccid, but there was no chance of that happening with all the other sexual activity happening around him. But for him now the main thing was to have a mental break.

With more climaxes all around, everyone was exhausted, and they all took a long break.

Xania was astounded at the number of climaxes all the women were having, including herself. She thought, It seems everyone's having climaxes every five minutes. Including myself! I never cum this much, even when I've been the target of a gang bang. Sometimes I get fucked by a guy and I'm lucky if I cum even ONCE!

Is there something in the water in this town? Look at Brenda. I didn't even know it was possible for a person to leak that much fluid, much less cum non-stop for so long like she was doing earlier! Maybe it's infectious. The room smells like a giant vulva, with a healthy taste of penis thrown in. I'm staying constantly erotically buzzed from the general smell alone. I seriously, seriously, love these people!

The nude women walked around the living room with drinks in their hands, casually chatting, as if they were at a cocktail party where the only allowed clothing item was high heels.

Alan remained on the sofa, just recovering and enjoying the passing scenery.

Suzanne was as much of an authority figure as the group got, so she walked up to Alan at one point, leaned over, and quietly said to him, "I just checked the clock. It's one hour until midnight. I know we said we'd stop at midnight, but something occurred to me during the break: what about that big school paper you have to do? Isn't that due tomorrow?!"

He leaned forward and whispered near her ear, "Aunt Suzy, just between you and me, I've got that paper covered. It's done already."

"Really?" She whispered back in her delightfully scratchy voice. "Why just between you and me?"

"Because if I tell the others, they won't give me enough personal space tomorrow. They'll want to play, as usual. But I still have a lot to do before Friday. I'm good for tonight, though. I figure we can go for another hour, after all."

Suzanne said, "That's good, because this is a very special evening."

"Yes. It is." He playfully leered at the huge pale tits nearly dangling in his face.

Suzanne just grinned and rolled her eyes. She was about to walk away, but then Alan dramatically reached out and grabbed a leg to keep her from going. No longer whispering, he pleaded with urgency, "Suzanne, be strong for me."

She looked around and saw the others weren't paying attention, and in fact Brenda and Amy had both fallen asleep. "What do you mean?"

"Look at this. Everyone's casually strolling around in their birthday suits while my friends are probably at home watching Seinfeld reruns or checking e-mails or something. Brenda in particular has really unnerved me with the way she's so subservient. And Xania, look at how hot to trot she's been. I mean, I'm just a kid! Can you see why my brain is kind of fried?"

She nodded.

"You're pretty normal, and you're decisive. Can you make sure I don't let all this go to my head? I know I'm just incredibly lucky and not some sex god, and you know it too. Help me stay sane."

"Don't worry, Sweetie. I'm here for you. I know you can handle it. We'll handle it together."

They hugged, and Alan felt a lot better.

But in fact, Suzanne didn't feel very sane or competent at the moment. She felt wild. There was a big pause in the action, true, but she was ready to let loose and lose herself in the moment as soon as things resumed. However, now she resolved to try to keep her urges under control, for Alan's sake. She felt proud that Alan counted on her so much, and she hoped that was a sign that she was rising up to Susan's level of importance in his life.

In fact, a minute or so later, Suzanne caught up with Xania, who was buck naked except for her heels and mingling with a cocktail in her hand. Suzanne wobbled over to her, unsteady on her high heels after drinking too much wine.

Xania spoke first, leaning into Suzanne's ear and whispering tipsily, "How do you like my performance?"

But Suzanne was focused on her own problems at the moment. "Good. Xania, they still see you as a wise psychologist, but now you're a sexy slut too. But I've got to talk to you about something else. You know how you told me on the phone yesterday that I could completely lose myself in the moment without submitting to Alan?"

"Yeah?" Xania found herself staring into the cleavage on Suzanne's bare chest.

"How do I do that?! I need to know right away because I've been on the verge of losing it for the past hour or more. I totally lost it this afternoon, and just like then, I can barely think now. I mean, this whole room is throbbing with sex, and everywhere I look, I see, smell, or touch something exciting. It's great, of course, but I want to rise to an even higher level. I want to be like Brenda!"

Xania lowered her voice and looked concerned. "Brenda?! Are you kidding me?! She's way too submissive!"

Suzanne waved her hand dismissively. "No, I don't mean that. I agree completely. It's true that lately I've been getting off on having Sweetie dominate me sometimes, but I'd never want to be THAT submissive. No, I mean the way that she let go with her orgasms. When I cum, it's just an orgasm. But sometimes she gets so caught up in the moment that her orgasms can be transformational, rapturous moments of complete ecstasy! Like when she passed out earlier. I want THAT!"

Xania forced herself to look up from Suzanne's cleavage and concentrate on her words. "It's complicated. It's not like that happens to me a lot either. I can try to help you. But remember that you still owe me a victory fuck since we didn't really do a proper one before the card game. Tomorrow morning, I'll teach you with some very hands-on lessons." She winked seductively.

Suzanne pouted, "You're just making it worse with your sexy tone of voice. Seriously, I need to know, now! Anyway, what do you call all that fucking we did earlier? The fucking in the restaurant, the department store dressing room, and the car?"

Xania deadpanned, "Warming up." However, she saw Susan walking up to them, which meant that their private talk needed to end. So she said, "Hang in there. We'll talk more on this later." Then she went off to intercept Susan and chat with her for a while.

Suzanne found herself frustrated, but thoroughly unable to think coherently about her problem. Fuck. I want to cum like that. I want Sweetie to fuck the hell out of me until I pass out, RIGHT NOW! But I guess that's not going to happen tonight.

I need to get my act together. I sound like a petulant, spoiled child. Sweetie says that he's counting on me to direct events to a good outcome, and that makes me feel good. But my usual cunning has been blunted by a lusty fog. For instance, all evening I've just been another slut in heat having lots of fun. I haven't been strategizing or guiding events at all. Hell, my schemes are in tatters in general. I'm supposed to be the leader here, but I told Sweetie that I'm one of his fuck toys! That's fucked up, especially because it's true. And I like it!

I hope I can have a long talk with Xania in a non-sexual situation before she leaves tomorrow. She's always been a smart cookie, and lately she's been giving out particularly good advice. Maybe she can help me get my head together. AND teach me how to completely let go, so I can have epic orgasms like Brenda! There's no reason I can't be a clever schemer AND cum like a feral beast!

After a few more minutes, everyone wandered back into the living room.

Suzanne brought the group to order and resumed the game. She pointed out that she'd announced at the start that the party had to end at midnight, and they meant they had one hour left. That caused a new sense of urgency for everyone.

Alan still felt out of it. He was feeling okay physically, and he knew his penis could get erect if he wanted it to. The problem was that he was experiencing mental burn-out. The party was such a cornucopia of beautiful, sexy women and incredible sexual pleasure that it seemed his brain simply couldn't handle it and needed a more extended time out. This was frustrating since time was starting to run out on the party, but he felt he had to heed his mental and physical limitations.

He told the others that he needed to sit the game out completely for a while, and not get involved in any of the dares. However, he couldn't resist the temptation to at least sit and watch. He also told them that he felt confident he'd be able to get back into the swing of things in a little while.

One upshot of his non-involvement was that most of the next dares involved Brenda in some way. She was still very bedraggled and covered in cum, but she'd benefited from napping and taking a break after that, so she was more or less back to normal and fully engaged. She was ready and eager to kiss and fondle and have fun.

But Xania ran a close second in interest, since she was also new.

By this time, Xania hardly bothered anymore with putting up a prudish pretense. Sometimes she still made a verbal complaint, saying things like, "I really shouldn't be doing this!" But her body was very willing and able to do any dare offered, and the others knew it.

Susan won the first dare. She said, "I think we need to get the girls more involved, especially you, Angel. I like what happened when Alan licked Xania's cunt while Amy kissed her. So let's do that, except Angel, I want you to lick Brenda's cunt, and Amy, you'll keep the rest of Brenda occupied."

That dare was a big success. But with time a concern, it only lasted a few minutes before Suzanne called everyone back to the table for the next dare.

Katherine won the next round. She understood and shared Susan and Brenda's submissive nature, and she wanted to do something with that, even though Alan wasn't participating. So she said, "Okay, this dare is for Mom and Brenda. I want you two to stand right in front of Brother and dance a slow dance. We'll put some romantic ballad on the stereo for you to dance to. Except I'm going to call this the Dance of Submission. I want you to finger and generally fondle each other as you dance, with an eye to the fact that Alan is sitting there and watching. Definitely rub your tits together at an angle that lets him enjoy that sight. And while you're doing all this, I want you to seriously think about what it means to be totally dominated by him, and how you can sexually serve him better. Feel free to whisper your thoughts to each other as you do all this."

Brenda and Susan stood up and stared at each other with wide eyes. Already, their hearts were racing and their chests were heaving as they panted with arousal.

After a long pause, Susan said, "Wow!"

Brenda replied, "Yeah! Wow!"

Susan turned back to Katherine and said, "Remember earlier in the evening when I told you 'Best dare ever' after you rubbed Tiger's cock on Brenda's cunt? I take it back. THIS is the best dare ever!"

Katherine giggled at that as she went to the CD player and selected a song to play. She took a minute trying to find a romantic ballad that had some kind of submissive theme. Unfortunately, nothing quickly came to mind, and she knew it would take many minutes for her to sort through CDs, and even then she might not find a good song. So she went with "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye for its general romantic yet sexual vibe.

Brenda and Susan started dancing. Each of them wrapped an arm around the other, and they drew close so their massive racks were pressed tightly together. Their free hands could have done many things, but both immediately started slowly fingerbanging the other one.

Although Alan was watching from only a few feet away, Brenda and Susan could hardly take their eyes off each other as they slowly danced.

Right away, they started to share their submissive thoughts. Between their quiet voices and the music playing, they were able to have a truly private conversation. (Unless someone paid careful attention and read their lips, that is.)

Since Susan could feel Brenda's long nipples rubbing against hers, she started out by whispering, "Big tits!"

Brenda whispered back, "Big-titted mommies!"

Susan replied with "Big-titted mommies who serve their big-cocked master! That's what we are!"

Brenda sighed, and whispered longingly, "Mmmm... 'Master.' I love that word. Just hearing it makes me hot. Hell, thinking it makes me wet!"

Susan nodded, and whispered, "Master Alan."

Brenda moaned erotically. "Aaaaah! Even better! So much better!"

"It is," Susan agreed with her own longing sigh. "Do you know what big-titted mommies do?"

She was going to answer her own question, but Brenda beat her to the punch. "They serve and suck superior cock!"

Susan nodded. She stared intently into Brenda's eyes. "They do. A good big-titted mommy lives for the moment when she's naked and kneeling with a mouthful of Alan cock!"

Brenda moaned erotically. "MMMM! Yes... A mouthful of master cock!"

"Yes. But that's not all. Do you know what else we do? We spread our legs like you did earlier, so he can... he can... fuck us! DEEP! We get FUCKED!"

Susan and Brenda were so aroused by this that they mutually drew their heads closer and French kissed with more electric excitement than they'd ever kissed each other before.

They both felt extremely lusty, but had little way to express it except through their kissing, so they necked intensely throughout the rest of the song. As a result, they weren't able to say anything else, but each of them were lost in thrilling, submissive thoughts.

Even though Alan was sitting right next to them, he didn't pay much attention. He started to, but as soon as he saw Brenda say "Big-titted mommies," he made a conscious decision not to try to follow their conversation, or even watch much. Since he was feeling emotionally overwhelmed, he knew that their enthusiastic, submissive talk was just about the last thing he wanted to hear if he hoped to get over his mood soon.

Hearing all their "master" talk in particular would have weighed heavily on him. A big reason why he was resistant to the words "master" or "harem" was that he doubted he could handle that role for long. It sounded great in a fantasy, but in reality it was a tremendous responsibility for someone who was still only eighteen years old.

When the song ended, Susan and Brenda quickly returned to the table, eager for more dares.

Several more dares took place, and Brenda was involved in all of them. Even though Alan wasn't participating, she was in seventh heaven.

Bit by bit, Brenda's lust started to overwhelm her. The previous card game had been the most incredible experience of her life, but this evening's events made that day seem as sexually mild and ordinary as a peck on the cheek. She usually could be found panting and heaving, attempting to recover from yet another orgasm.

One dare from Katherine put Brenda and Xania together. It was very free-form, just for them to go at it, so they went at it.

Xania ended up spanking Brenda for most of the time allotted to that dare. She had realized that Brenda seemed to want to be spanked, and she wanted to know whether she could spank someone in the same aggressive manner that Suzanne had earlier.

It turned out she could.

But it didn't last for very long, because Brenda went into total orgasmic screaming mode, just like before. She wound up collapsed on the ground, with her pussy leaking like a broken faucet.Suzanne was envious. Again, she wished she could totally let go like that.

Events seemed to carry on just fine without Alan.

Susan's pussy grew sore from too much masturbation, stimulation, and orgasms, not to mention she was having her period, so she reached a point where she had to beg off. So she didn't get involved in much. Plus, it just wasn't as much fun for her if Alan was sitting things out. But the others carried on quite well without her too.

Alan thought as he watched, These women are all so insatiable! How can I possibly ever please all of them, much less them AND the rest of the cheerleaders at school too? And Glory, for that matter! The only solution is what's going on right now: they have to tire themselves out first and leave just enough for me to handle. Thank the friggin' Lord for lesbian sex, or I'd be a dead man.

Seriously!