6 Times a Day

'Someone' Special [ 12 / 20 ]

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Susan was about to fix herself a sandwich when she heard the phone by the kitchen counter ring. "Hello?"

"Hi, Susan. It's me." It was Brenda. "Is this a bad time to call?"

"No, not at all. I was about to make lunch, but that can wait a little while. What's up?"

"This may sound odd... I'm embarrassed to even tell you..."

"Brenda, have we not shared a lot lately? Feel free to talk to me about anything."

"Okay, but you'll laugh. The thing is, I've been fretting all morning about... well... the state of Alan's penis." She waited for derisive laughter, but none came. "I know it's silly. He's at school, after all. How could you or I know how his penis is doing? But still, I wonder. Is it flaccid? Or erect? Is someone taking good care of it?"

When there was still no response from Susan, Brenda added bitterly, "You can laugh now."

Susan replied with obvious sincerity, "Why would I laugh? I feel the exact same way."

"Really?!"

"Really. After all, remember that he's tamed me, just like he's taming you. I want to say 'welcome to my life,' because I have a lot of thoughts like that almost all day long, especially when he's at school. I fret about his blue balls when he's sitting in class. It really worries me."

Brenda was on speakerphone, so she actually clutched her head with both hands in dismay. "Oh God! Don't even talk to me about his blue balls. I can't bear the thought. His cock could be nice and stiff, just perfect for a long, intensive cocksucking, and there's nothing you or I can do about it!"

"Tell me about it," Susan emphatically agreed. She felt her nipples stiffen in her loose summer dress. "He could have a perfectly good boner for HOURS, without any help! But luckily, I wouldn't worry too much about it right now. It's about noon, which means it's his lunch period. I'm sure some beautiful big-titted cheerleader is taking good care of him. Maybe more than one! I still don't know all the details, but as I've told you, he's basically made all the cheerleaders his personal fuck toys."

Brenda sighed happily. "Aaaah. What a relief! That's so hot. God, I hope he's fucking some beautiful, busty, blonde cheerleader even as we speak!"

"I'm sure he is," Susan said proudly. "I'm not sure about the blonde part, but busty and beautiful? You bet!" She chuckled at that. "That's my boy!"

Brenda sighed with relief again. "That's such good news. I feel like you just lifted a weight off my shoulders."

She'd started the phone call fully dressed, but now she was regretting that. She stuck a hand inside her blouse and started rubbing one of her erect nipples. "I just can't stop thinking about him, especially his cock. That was happening last week, but it's gotten even worse since Sunday's fashion show. I swear, that night changed my life."

She spoke a bit shyly. "This may be presumptive of me, but I have to tell you because I feel so strongly about it. I know I'm not one of his official personal cocksuckers, but for a while now, and especially since the fashion show, I've been feeling just like I am one. I only wish I had more opportunities to act that way too!"

Susan spoke carefully, wanting to encourage Brenda's cock-lust but also not wanting to make big promises. "As far as I'm concerned, I think it's just a matter of time before you win that title. But until then, we can definitely call you one of his cock helpers. You've got what it takes, girl! After that show, I'm sure he's going to want to fuck your face and your tits on a regular basis from now on."

Brenda exclaimed, "YOU LIE!"

Susan was taken aback. "Excuse me?!"

"Sorry, I'm too worked up. What I mean is, it can't be! Don't even tell me that, or I'm going to get too excited!"

Susan chuckled. "Sorry, you have no choice but to get 'too excited.' It's a done deal!"

"WOOO! WOO HOO!" Brenda shieked into the phone.

After some more celebratory small talk between them, Brenda had to take some moments to take some deep breaths and try to calm down. Once she did so, she said, "To be honest, if you said the opposite, 'hasta la vista,' or 'don't call us, we'll call you,' I don't know what I'd do. I'm become so addicted to him, and to serving him. Do all of his women obsess like this?"

"It's hard to say. Katherine does, to some extent. But I suspect it's just you and me so far who get this carried away about it."

Brenda wasn't deterred by that at all. "What's funny is that with my soon-to-be ex-husband, it got to the point where I didn't like it when he got horny, because that meant I'd have to have sex with him. It was good the first years, but it eventually became a chore. He did it the same way every time, and he thought that was good enough because it got HIM off. I certainly wasn't keen to see his penis stiff all the time."

Her voice switched from sad to glad. "Whereas with Alan, geez, it still feels like I just met him, and that's not too far off the mark, but the state of his cock is becoming a kind of obsession for me. Do you think that's a bad thing? Am I bothering you with all this?"

Before Susan could answer, an anxious Brenda continued, "I'm trying hard not to bother you too much. I wanted to call you all morning, but I told myself, 'No, stop pestering her.' I forced myself to wait until this afternoon."

Susan glanced at the kitchen clock. She noted, "It's 12:02."

"Well I call that afternoon. After all, technically it is AFTER noon." Brenda laughed at her own eagerness, since it was obvious she'd called as soon as her clock reached noon.

Susan spoke encouragingly. "Don't worry about it. Don't be shy about calling me at any reasonable hour. I know we haven't been friends for long, but we've become close in such a short time. For instance yesterday, when we read that incest story together, and went through the fashion show pictures, and so much more. Wasn't that great?"

"Oh, that was definitely great! It was almost as good as the real thing." Brenda paused. She had something she wanted to say, but she wasn't sure if she should. "There's just one thing about that, though. I had some pretty weird dreams last night. Of course, I dreamed about getting fucked by Alan. But, in some of my other dreams I had sex with Adrian too."

"Adrian?! Really!"

"Yes. I think it's because you were going on about how great mother-son sex is. Like with that story. Although, to be honest, I've had the occasional sexual dream about Adrian before. As you know, I've kind of had a thing about incest for a while."

"I see." Susan didn't know what to say. On the one hand, she had come to love mother-son incest, so she could relate. But on the other hand, she felt loyalty to Alan was all important.

She decided it would be best to change the subject and consider that conflict later. "By the way, speaking of dreams last night, I didn't have to dream about Alan, because he came into my room in the middle of the night!"

"NO!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"Yes!" Susan giggled at another one of their "yes" and "no" back-and-forth series. She proceeded to tell Brenda all about the things she, Alan, and Katherine had done that morning, including Alan's early visit to Susan's room.

When Susan mentioned that she'd put on an erotic French maid's outfit, Brenda made her stop and describe it in detail. She also got to promise her to take a picture of herself wearing it later. Brenda had a particular fetish for French maid's outfits that went way back

The highlight of Susan's explanation was her very first ass fuck. She and Brenda shared a special connection there, since they had talked about anal sex some in the past and much of what Susan knew about it came from Brenda.

Before long, both women were masturbating, although they tried to conceal that fact from each other. Brenda gradually took her clothes off, piece by piece, so she could have better access to her privates. Susan didn't have to, since she was wearing a loose, short summer dress that allowed her to reach and fondle her huge breasts and wet pussy.

Susan went into great detail about the in and outs of the anal sex, as well as a running commentary on her feelings about it.

Even so, Brenda had questions at the end of the story, lots of questions. After they both climaxed and then recovered some, "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you that I could just hug and kiss you forever! Wasn't it great?"

Brenda laughed after saying that, because she remembered how Susan had already said in many different ways how great it was. "Okay, scratch that. Dumb question. But let's put it this way: does it equal or even exceed your expectations?"

Susan enthusiastically replied, "Oh, definitely! Remember when we first started talking about this, how repulsed I was by the very idea? I still have 'icky' issues, to be honest, but I think that actually could be a good thing. It increases the taboo thrill somehow."

Brenda grunted in approval.

Susan went on, "As for expectations, I was kind of a blank page. I thought back to the only real fucking I even experienced, with my husband Ron. I tried to remember that feeling and then multiply it by a hundred, since this is Tiger we're talking about! But a person can't imagine a pleasure a hundred times greater... until you feel it! Which I did! It really is that great!"

"I knew it!" Brenda gasped. She was too tired from her recent orgasm to masturbate some more, but she was thrilled and winded just the same.

Susan then said, "I loved it so much that I can dare say this: after just my first time, I think anal sex could very well be just as great as cocksucking! I know that might not mean much for some women, but I don't know how to give higher praise than that."

Brenda's desire for Alan grew and grew. She told herself that if she stuck with her current path, the day would come soon when he'd fuck her ass, and her pussy too.

Susan also mentioned that Alan fucked Katherine's ass as well shortly thereafter. That wasn't true, since he actually fucked Katherine's pussy that time, but Susan had been misled, so she could only pass on what she thought had happened.

When Susan had finished her rather lengthy description of all her morning sexual adventures, Brenda sighed longingly. "Aaaah... Susan, I've said this before, and I'll say it again: you're the luckiest woman in the world. But, you know, it's funny. I'm kind of jealous of you getting to spend so much time pleasuring his stiff cock every day, while I feel like I'm slowing dying of frustration from not getting to do the same."

Susan asked, "What about last night? You probably got to tend his cock more than anybody else."

"That's true. Last night was a dream come true. Between that and the night before, I'll bet I had my lips wrapped around his shaft for a full hour. But you have to remember that's it for me, in my entire life! One hour of bliss. Period. Whereas there are single days where you do a lot better than that. So yeah, I feel like I'm suffering from the slow torture of deprivation."

Susan said, "Don't worry, I'm sure it'll happen more frequently for you. Like I said, you should consider yourself one of his cock helpers. And I bet it won't be long until you're an official cocksucker."

Brenda sighed longingly. "I sure hope so. But in a way, the deprivation doesn't actually bother me as much if you give me updates like that. Yeah, I get jealous that I'm not directly doing the helping, but that's okay, because I also feel a tremendous sense of relief that his cock is being well taken care of. That's way more important to me. I mean, hearing that he fucked both your ass AND Katherine's ass before school? How can I not love that? That's what I call a good morning!"

"I know!" Susan giggled giddily. "I'd call it a GREAT morning." She was keeping two fingers in her pussy, pumping slowly. Unfortunately, she needed her other hand to hold the phone.

Brenda also was frigging her pussy with two fingers, but she was able to caress her round melons with the other hand. "I don't like to bring up my soon-to-be ex-husband, but if I'd ever caught him sleeping with another woman I would have ripped his throat out. But with Alan, every time I hear about him having sex with any woman, it makes me way more aroused than jealous. It feels like a victory for all of us. Don't you think so?"

"Oh, definitely. That's because we share the task of making sure he cums at least six times a day, so it IS a victory for us all. There's been this great group camaradarie that's been developing between me, Suzanne, Angel, and Amy. Every time he cums, we get all excited and sometimes even high-five each other. It's such fun!"

Brenda sighed longingly. She wished she could be an integral part of that, but again she didn't want to be too pushy. "That sounds lovely."

"It is."