6 Times a Day

'Someone' Special [ 7 / 20 ] 5K words

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As soon as Susan and Suzanne woke up, they were ready for still more sexual playing around. Susan in particular was on an endless high from her first ass fuck, and her attitude was infectious.

They went out to the backyard pool and did another hour of nude sunbathing. As usual, they sat beneath umbrellas and wore so much sunscreen that they weren't likely to get any tan at all, but it had become part of their daily routine, and another excuse to get (or stay) naked and play with each other's bodies. They were still sexually drained, relatively speaking, but not so drained that they didn't both continue to pleasure themselves with dildos or fingers. Susan started out in something of a philosophical mood.

"You know, Suzanne," she said as she idly brushed a vibrator across her pussy lips, "I've been living a complete life of denial. Not just my sham marriage with my husband, but my whole adult life. I was taught to be modest, and I've always denied just how beautiful I am. I've covered myself up with heavy, binding bras, loose fitting shirts and sweaters, and nerdy glasses. The list goes on and on. No matter how many guys tried to hit on me or compliment me, I've never admitted to myself that I'm beautiful. But I am, aren't I?"

"You're so beautiful it frightens me," Suzanne admitted. "I've only let my feelings about you truly flow lately. But now, just thinking about you, I lose all interest in men. You even make me forget about Alan sometimes. You have a complete hold over me."

"Thanks! I feel the same, minus the Alan part."

They both laughed at that.

Suzanne continued, "Besides, who cares what people think? Sweetie thinks you're a total knockout, and that's all that matters, right? It so happens that everyone else thinks you are too, but fuck them! You don't want to flaunt what you've got for others when you go out, do you?"

"Oh, goodness no! And you're so right. The most important thing by far is that Tiger thinks I'm sexy and beautiful, and he does! I get so much confidence from that. It's like the wind that fills my sails."

Suzanne smiled to hear that as she rubbed a dildo over her clit.

Susan continued, "I'm glad I'm getting down to my true feelings and overcoming all my pathetic denials. I've been living in denial of my big tits, in particular. I can't count how many times guys have asked to photograph me, offering me money even, saying I should be in Hollywood, yada yada yada. And it's the same with you, I know. Maybe us really big-busted women, maybe we flock together for protection."

Suzanne nodded at that. She did that sometimes, and it was probably a big factor in why she became friends with Susan in the first place.

Susan went on, "I'm still scared about all that attention from strangers, but around the house it feels so great to just let those fears go and flaunt it! I'm PROUD of my big tits, and I love flaunting them for my cutie Tiger. Don't you think? Like, I could never go back to wearing clothes all the time again. Could you?"

In response to all this boob talk, Suzanne began rubbing suntan lotion on her own boobs, and sucking her nipples. "No, I couldn't. You feel like that too? It's like you're reading my mind. I've been in denial too, but I think I've just been more subtle about it."

"You?! You're an extrovert."

"Well, not about flaunting my body, but more in general. For instance, I've denied my true feelings towards you for years even though I was supposed to be the sexually liberated one. I was much more sexually active than you, but in retrospect I feel like I was dead until Sweetie started his treatment. The sex was all with people I didn't even really like, which made it feel so terribly shallow and hollow. Now I feel so free, so alive and everything in my life feels good! A happy woman is a freshly fucked woman."

"Yes! Exactly! That's exactly how I'd describe my life too," Susan said enthusiastically. She'd been rubbing a vibrator against her clit and pussy lips for the past few minutes, and continued to do so. But she did it in a very languid and relaxed manner, and she was careful to never actually slip it in her slit.

She added, "It's like I'm just starting to live. I too have to admit my true nature. I'm a goddess of beauty who deserves to fuck and to be fucked. It's what I'm made for. God gave me big boobs so they could be constantly manhandled. Or womanhandled, nudge nudge, hint hint."

Suzanne reached up from her prone position next to Susan and began playing with her friend's perfect tits. "But Susan, listen. I know you've been in denial, and to be honest I kind of snickered a little bit when I saw how prudish you used to behave. But I've been in even greater denial, and my forms of denial are so insidious that I'm still completely caught up in it while you've nearly cured yourself of your prudishness."

Susan asked, "What on Earth are you talking about? You've always been the epitome of sexual liberation, what with all your affairs and everything."

"Yes, but I've never really completely let myself got, especially emotionally. And you know what? Last night I completely let myself go. For the first time ever! I have to confess: I wanted to get fucked so bad by Sweetie that I couldn't take it anymore. When I went up to his room - you remember that? I begged and begged for him to well and truly fuck me, but still he said no. Finally I got down on my hands and KNEES and crawled around for his pleasure. I mean, I've been naked and crawling on my knees for him before, but this was different. Before, it was just role-play, just fooling around. We both knew that. This time, I was his SLAVE!"

Susan gasped loudly with pure lust. A chill of pure lust raced down her spine. She thought, YES! That word! Such a powerful word. I try not to even say it or think it. Suzanne feels its power too!

Suzanne went on, "I was a slave to Alan and a slave to my needs! A slave to his cock! I crawled because I couldn't think of anything more abject to do to please him, but I would have done anything to get him to put it in me. And you know what?"

"What?" Susan asked breathlessly. She started pressing the vibrator against her clit more firmly.

"After all that, he STILL said no! Does he have inhuman willpower or what?"

"He's so strong!" Susan said swooningly. "We can't compete! We can't resist! We ARE his slaves!"

Normally that kind of language didn't affect Suzanne much, if she tolerated it at all. But even though Suzanne rationally knew that Alan was much luckier than he was extraordinary, she found herself completely agreeing with Susan's praises of him. She mentally registered disapproval with the "we are his slaves" comment, but in her current state, especially with a vibrator on her clit too, it only added to her arousal.

It took her a bit to gather her wits and continue, "So then I tried to leave his room and go downstairs, but I was so drunk with lust that I could barely walk. The air felt so thick with sex that it felt like I was suffocating inside a torrid sauna and I couldn't open the door to get out and save myself. I didn't really want to be saved!"

"Oh boy, do I know that feeling lately!" Susan pumped three fingers in and out of her pussy while continuing to use the vibrator against her clit. She was getting close to a great climax.

Suzanne was masturbating herself up to a peak as well. "Yeah, me too, but it was more intense than usual. I was more aroused walking down that hallway, all alone, than I've ever been in all my affairs. THAT'S the giving into my passions that you're so good at and I've never been able to do. I'm always holding back so I can keep my poise and stay in charge. But there I was, the proud and controlling Suzanne, down on my knees, begging for it! He was in charge, and I was his puppet on a string, and I didn't care! In fact, I LIKED it! Can you picture that?"

"I can!" Susan squealed with joy. "That's just SO HOT! Tiger totally tamed you!" She tossed her dildo away for fear that she wouldn't be able to stop herself from plunging it inside herself. It clanked on the tiles as it skidded away.

Suzanne panted as she pumped away with her vibrator, "It felt so great just to give in!"

"It does! Give in and let your desire control you! So what happened next?!" Susan pounded her fingers into herself.

Suzanne paused to consider how to continue without giving away that Alan had eventually fucked her downstairs.

She frowned as she thought, You see? This is the problem. Keeping all the lies straight is one reason why I have to keep some control and can't just totally give in, no matter how much I'd like to. I can't blurt out right now that he and I already fucked - Susan has jealousy issues over that and she'd be especially upset that we both lied to her. And the ultimate lie - the whole six-times-a-day lie - what if I let that one slip? She's so honest; she doesn't need to worry about that kind of stuff and can just let her mind go wherever it wants.

Suzanne collected her thoughts (which was increasingly hard to do, given what her vibrator was doing), and pressed on. "Oh, I went downstairs and saw all of you getting it on with your sexy spanking. Naturally, that only got me MORE aroused. Thank God my Sweetie came over and fucked my ass crack and gave me the massive orgasms I so desperately needed!"

"YES!" Susan shouted while she assaulted Suzanne's pussy as vigorously as she could. "Tiger gave it to you! He always delivers! My son! My sweet ass-fucking, pussy-taming son!"

The two of them huffed and puffed and used the vibrator on Suzanne until they reached a mutually timed, shattering climax.

Their bodies dropped from temporary exhaustion and they lay sweating and panting for some time.

Suzanne was the first to speak. "You see what I mean? I'll bet you just totally gave in to your lust right there with that climax. I could see it on your face. You always do."

Susan still wore a shit-eating grin. "You know it. It makes me so glad to hear what you said. To do anything else but be fucked by any loved one who wants to fuck me any time they want to fuck me is a waste of my body and a tragic shame. And it's the same with you. What's so wrong with being creatures of pleasure? If God didn't want it this way he wouldn't have made our orgasms feel so indescribably good."

She continued with more passion, "I mean, is it even fair for big-titted women such as ourselves to HAVE free will? I say NO!"

Suzanne laughed at that.

But Susan was semi-serious, at least when it came to sexual submissiveness. "Why do I, or you, or Angel or Amy for that matter, have such big tits in the first place? I say it's all part of God's plan. We should accept our roles as cum sluts and fuck toys for our children, and each other... while remaining responsible. Of course we can't forget that."

In fact, Susan just barely managed to remember to obligingly add the part about responsibility, mostly thanks to the earlier discussion with Alan in the car. But responsibility was close to the last thing on her mind right now. She was riding a tremendous high from Suzanne's revelations, on top of her constatnt buzz of her morning ass fuck.

Suzanne countered, "Are you serious?"

"Of course! I say it's not just coincidence that all four of us are so busty and sexy while Tiger ends up having this medical problem REQUIRING us to guzzle down his tasty sperm every single day! Don't you see a divine hand in this? It's all part of God's plan. And don't even get me started on Brenda. She's the proof that big-titted women are here to serve naturally superior men like my cutie!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. She constdered batting that idea down, but she figured letting Susan believe that could help speed along her full sexual liberation. "Whatever. Getting back to my story, while you were doing that, I was still holding back. I mean, sure, that was intense and I loved it, but even as I was reaching climax a part of my brain was somewhere else, thinking and worrying. I didn't give in all the way. Last night was the first and still the only time for me I gave in completely. And it felt like my IQ dropped a good fifty points in the process, while it lasted, and THAT worries me. You see how deep my issues are? Maybe I just think too much."

Susan put some suntan lotion on her own hands, and began rubbing the lotion on Suzanne's back, arms, and chest. Not surprisingly she mostly focused on Suzanne's great globes, which lightly heaved up and down. Their nude sunbathing was primarily an excuse to apply lotion on each other's naked bodies and today they were so worked up they were likely to go through a whole bottle.

She said playfully, "I think you just need a lot more practice. And I'll be more than glad to help you right now."

Suzanne giggled like a kid.

Susan continued, "But I can tell you're making progress. You were always fantastically sexy - even I could tell that through my filter of foolish prudishness. But you were high-strung, like a powerful business woman scheduling fifteen minutes of sex between important board meetings. Now you're relaxing and changing. Look; you just admitted your natural role as a cum-hungry fuck toy for our kids. That's a big breakthrough for you."

"Now just a minute," Suzanne countered. "I'm not necessarily agreeing with everything you said. Certainly not your free-will idea."

She thought, When I started my scheming with Sweetie, I never would have imagined that I could feel so good. I'm falling victim to my own scheme, and I don't really care! Now Susan is playing my role! How ironic. She's corrupting ME!

Susan prodded, "But, you have to admit that you're completely under Tiger's thumb, aren't you? The very idea of so much as kissing another man fills you with revulsion, doesn't it?"

She picked up the vibrator Suzanne had been using and started running it around Suzanne's pussy lips. She figured that the more aroused Suzanne was, the more likely it was that she'd agree with her.

Suzanne lay back, lifeless, and let Susan continue to work the vibrator on her while pondering the idea of being one of Alan's "fuck toys." It's odd, but she's right: the idea of kissing another man has become disgusting to me. Not just that I don't feel like it, but it would really bother me. I feel like I BELONG to my Sweetie, and that thought fills my heart with joy. I never even felt that way about Eric, back when we were in love!

Maybe Susan's right and I really am becoming something like a sex slave to my Sweetie. Scary! Or is this what true love feels like? Thankfully, I think it's the true love factor.

Luckily, her relationship with her husband had grown so frosty and distant that it had been ages since they'd kissed on the lips. They were like two strangers living in the same house, pretending to be civil to each other for the sake of their children.

Susan had the vibrator in Suzanne's pussy and was slowly stroking it in and out.

Suzanne finally spoke. "I disagree that I'm completely under his thumb. However, I will agree, generally speaking, that I have a role like that, what you call a 'fuck toy,' although I don't like to think of myself as a fuck toy. I mean, at least I'm not like Brenda, thank God. She makes you seem calm in comparison. Or perhaps we should call it just being very sexually active and devoted. But leave Brad and Amy out of this, for me anyway. They're my real flesh and blood."

Susan responded, "Brad... okay. That idiot is so lost in his own world that he doesn't deserve your body. There just isn't a click there. And of course we have to dedicate ourselves just to Alan and no other man, so it's a moot point in any case. But Amy. Come on! She's so in need! She's just like us. She wants to fuck and be fucked all day long. Are you going to deny her that? I saw how you touched her yesterday during the spanking."

"That was an accident!" Suzanne said defensively. However, the reminder of the incident caused her to lean forward, bending her neck to slurp at one of Susan's dangling tits.

Susan opined, "I think that she's hot for you. And believe me; you really have to try doing it with your own offspring. I can't tell you what it does to hear Tiger call me 'Mommy' as he slams me in the ass. Oh! Oooh!"

To Suzanne's amusement, Susan paused in her vibrator thrusting long enough to shudder and moan. After the orgasmic moment passed, Susan resumed what she'd been doing, but at a more relaxed and languid pace.

"Did he actually call you that?" Suzanne asked while Susan repeatedly ran her lotion-soaked fingers all over her face. "I've never heard him use that word."

"No, darnit, though I keep dropping him a million hints. He's only done it a few times. But 'Mom' works nearly as well. He screamed that as he fucked me this morning. God, I love just saying that: 'he fucked me this morning.' ... And you know what? He came so close to fucking my cunt for real this morning!" Susan said this with a dreamy gaze into the distance.

She added, "He told me afterwards that it was just bad luck that he stuck his hard son-cock in my ass instead of my special hole."

"Wow. Then it's just a matter of time until he does," Suzanne pointed out. Inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief that her scheme to keep Alan's dick out of Susan's pussy was holding on, though just barely. However, she doubted that it was just luck, and wondered what really held him back. She decided to ponder the issue some more later, and maybe even ask him about it.

Susan gushed, "Yes! It's been such a long time coming. But the longer we wait, the more I'll enjoy it when it happens. I've gotten over the moral qualms, thanks to the visit with Xania. The only thing that's been holding me back lately is Tiger's desire that I keep some dignity, and my one claim to fame for actually having some restraint is stopping him from entering my pussy. But he and I had a really good discussion today, after the assfuck and just before I took him and Angel to school."

"What'd he say?"

"He promised me that he'd respect me no matter what, and I believe him. It's all a matter of attitude. He knows I consider myself his big-titted mommy pet, as well as one of his personal cocksuckers. I believe he's come to accept that. Yet, even thou gh he loves to dominate and embarrass me, he does it in a way I love too, because I know he still loves and respects me in a fundamental way, just as much as he did before. Do you know what I mean?"

"I think so," Suzanne said.

"I know it's strange," Susan admitted. "But he could point to me and said, 'Drop to your knees, crawl to me naked, and suck on my cock!' And of course I would, gladly, because even though he'd be looking down on me physically, he wouldn't be looking down at me emotionally. He's kind and loving at heart. There's no meanness in it. You know?"

"I definitely can agree to all that," Suzanne said.

Susan went on, "That's key. And liberating. I can act like a slut for his cock and that's okay as long as he doesn't think of me as a slut, in the bad sense of the word. As he's explained to me in the past, there's a big difference between being a bad slut and being a slave for his cock. A bad slut has sex with just anybody, and I'm clearly not that. I proudly consider myself his PERSONAL slut, totally dedicated to serving just his cock. So we're good."

She added, "Angel says she still respects me too, and that's just as important. So now when it happens and Tiger slides his meaty shaft into my vagina for the very first time, I'll be able to enjoy getting fucked to the fullest, instead of feeling somewhat guilty. I can completely let go in the same way that you let yourself go last night. I'm totally at ease with my role in his life."

Susan ran one of her hands up and down and all around Suzanne's belly. Her fingers finally ended up tweaking Suzanne's clit while her other hand continued to slowly pump the vibrator in and out.

Suzanne still felt lazy and didn't physically reciprocate. She thought, Let's cut down on the lies. It's time to get Tiger fucking me out in the open.

She asked, "So, your period is starting soon, right? And you want the first time to be perfect and not a mess, so you have to wait until that's over, right? Plus there's all that homework he has to do."

"That's right."

Suzanne suddenly got bashful. "Would you mind if I keep his cock in shape with a little bit of fucking before you two go at it?"

Susan withdrew her vibrator from Suzanne's hole and just kept it buzzing on her inner thighs. She smiled. "Suzanne, Suzanne, Suzanne. What do we have here? ... I don't know... I really don't know. The homework situation works the same for you, you know."

Suzanne blushed. "I know. It's just that... I want it! Really badly!"

Susan bit her lip as she pondered that suggestion. "I should say yes, but... I mean, you're so good at sex. If you go first, he'll be really unimpressed with me." She frowned with worry.

"NO!" Suzanne said with an insistence that even surprised herself. "I promise I'll be really bad. I'll just lay there and take it. I'm holding back all kinds of tricks and techniques from him as it is."

"Are you really? Like what?" Susan resumed probing Suzanne's pussy with the vibrator, as if she could sexually torture the truth out of her.