6 Times a Day

Alan dragged himself along as he headed home. Not only was he mentally and physically exhausted from the very busy day at school, but he was also quite sleepy. He needed his daily nap badly, especially since he'd gone to bed late (thanks to Brenda) and woken up early (thanks to Xania).

Thinking about how much sex he needed to engage in each day to keep everyone happy made him that much more eager for a nap. Who would have known that having all my dreams come true could be so exhausting? The porn stories I read never mention that. I'd almost say that it's like work, except that it's so goddamned much fun. I'm more than happy to be this tired from too much sex every single day!

He was also very despondent over all the homework he knew he still had to do. Even though Heather had arranged for someone to do his 20-page essay, he still had a lot more to do for his other classes. He figured he'd be up late working, and that prospect depressed him. He used to stay up late doing homework around one or two nights every week, but it had been so long since he'd done that that he hardly knew what it was like anymore.

When he walked into the house, Suzanne and Susan were waiting for him in the living room, dressed in nothing but frilly French underwear and high heels. Katherine and Amy also had homework to do and were off studying together somewhere.

"Hi, Son!" Susan said as she slid a hand into her panties.

He gave them a small wave and a hello, and quipped, "What did I tell you two about not wearing underwear in the house?" But then he slumped right past them and started for the stairs.

Susan said, "Son, don't you need a good sperm draining? Suzanne just taught me some new cocksucking techniques we're keen to try out on you together."

Suzanne licked her lips and purred in her sultry scratchy voice, "Mmmm. Dual blowjob."

Susan added, "Mommy REALLY wants to suck your cock - even more than usual!" She held up a hand in front of her mouth and smiled as she made the motions of sucking and jacking him off.

As if that wasn't enough teasing, Suzanne said, "Sweetie, how would you like some ice cream?"

There were few things Alan loved more than a dual Susan-Suzanne blowjob. Between Suzanne's expert skill and his mother's sheer enthusiasm, they could take him to the highest pinnacles of pleasure. And he knew full well what the "ice cream" question meant, since they'd blown him together once before while he was eating a bowl of amaretto ice cream.

But this time not only was he tired, he'd just fucked Glory and Heather in rapid succession, so his penis needed time to rebound. All he could say was, "Thanks, both of you, but later, I hope. Actually, my balls are really well drained at the moment, but thanks for asking. I'm gonna crash."

He staggered up the stairs.

As soon as he had left, Suzanne said, "Look what the cat dragged in. He looks like a wreck! Especially with those bruises. And not even so much as a kiss on the cheek for either of us. Hrmph!" She was particularly annoyed that both she and Susan had dressed in their most provocative outfits, yet he seemed to have hardly noticed them.

Susan frowned with worry, but said encouragingly, "I'm sure he just needs his nap. He looks bad, it's true, but he told me last night those facial bruises don't really hurt at all. He'll be all right."

Suzanne had her tits both exposed and elevated by a black supporting underbra.

Susan was so delighted with the tempting sight of Suzanne's milky white skin contrasted by the black fabric that she reached up and pulled her friend down to where she was sitting so she could suckle on a nipple. "Did you hear what he said? His balls are well drained! That means he laid some pipe at school. Isn't that exciting? I hope he boned a cheerleader or two!"

"He could have just gotten a blowjob or titfuck or something like that," Suzanne pointed out, still feeling discouraged about his lack of sexual interest in her and Susan.

"No, even though he looks half-dead, he has that 'I just tamed me some fresh pussy' look on his face. I bet he was the center of a big orgy. That would explain why he's so tired. Oooh! Can't you just imagine a dozen busty schoolgirls all begging for his big cock? I can!" She leaned in closer to suckle on her best friend.

But Suzanne wasn't in the mood. She pushed herself away, saying with determination, "No. Not now. I don't like how he looked. That boy needs serious help. I know just what he needs: inspiration. I'll be back soon."

The stunning redhead also was quite tired, since Xania had left not long before, after which she and Susan had waited around for Alan and talked about cocksucking techniques instead of taking naps themselves. But nonetheless she left the house without another word, leaving Susan quite puzzled.

Alan had a long, refreshing nap. When he woke up, he looked at the clock by his bed and groaned. "Five-thirty already and I haven't done a single thing. Ugh."

He thought, Well, a single academically useful thing, at any rate. My dick has sure been busy. Before long, it'll be dinner time. The way things are going, I might not get to my homework until eight. No; that's too late. I've got to open my books right now. Screw saying hello or even taking a shower. Greeting everyone around here is an extremely time-consuming activity lately! Hopefully the dual cocksucking mommies will hold their offer until later. That can be my reward for getting some work done.

For over an hour he applied himself diligently to his homework. He didn't even turn his light on when it got dark. Instead he just continued working by the light of his computer screen because he didn't want the others to know he was awake.

Finally, just short of seven, Susan knocked on his door. "Tiger? Are you up? It's almost dinner time." She giggled like a young teen, correcting herself, "Or, should I say, are you awake? I know you're always 'up.'"

"Yeah. I'm awake. Actually, I've been awake for a while, working on my homework. I've actually managed to get something done. But I am not 'up.'"

Susan continued speaking through the door. "Oh." There was a long pause while she considered what to say. "Tiger, do you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking it's probably been hours and hours since you last unloaded one of your big sperm loads into or onto any sexy babe. I know you must have had a lot of cheerleader porking fun at school today, but don't forget your daily target. You haven't even asked for any stealth stroking help, and that makes me sad. Do you think you want to, uh, take a load off before dinner?"

He laughed, both from her "take a load off" play on words and her endless sexual enthusiasm. "Thanks, Mom. I guess three hours is technically 'hours and hours,' but really, I'm fine. I don't think I could get it up again if I wanted to. I'm just going to take a shower and freshen up before dinner, but I'd love to have fun after dinner."

"Okay. Whatever you like. Do you need help with your shower? I could soap you up - all over!" Her voice was suddenly growing very excited. Then, realizing she might be coming on too strong, she added in a more neutral voice, "You know, in case your hands are tired. Or something."

He chuckled. "Thanks, but I'm afraid that would be too tempting for both of us."

He thought, Dang! I've got an incredibly gorgeous woman with a boner-popping, hard-body, hourglass shape standing on the other side of the door, all but begging to play with my dick! And she's my MOM! And I turn her down. Crazy days, man.

"Oh, poo! Shoot. Oh well. No problem. See ya." She tried to sound carefree with her "no problem" comment, but it was clear that she was quite disappointed.

He took his shower and then wandered downstairs in a shirt and shorts to see what was cooking and to finally greet them all properly. He felt a bit regretful that he'd had to blow off Susan and Suzanne before his nap. But to his surprise, no one was downstairs and there wasn't any sign of food. He went back upstairs and, hearing voices from within his mother's room, opened the door.

He was greeted with a very enjoyable surprise. Susan and Suzanne were both sitting on Susan's big bed, talking. But what surprised him was what they were wearing: nurses' uniforms. They looked exactly like nurses, with matching pink uniforms complete with the pillbox-styled hats some nurses wear. Susan even wore a Red Cross armband. The only false notes were their high heels and the immodestly-short lengths of their skirts.

It occurred to him, On second thought, they're not nurses, they're like porno film nurses. Sweet! Their tops seem normal enough and don't show any cleavage at all, but no real nurse would wear a micro miniskirt like that.

"It's about time you found us," Suzanne said testily, but there was a happy smile on her face. "Look, Susan, it's our favorite patient. Come over here, Sweetie, and let us diagnose you. And don't you say 'no' again. I made a special trip to the sex store just to get these costumes." She put on a sultry pout.

What she didn't mention was that she'd also stopped by Akami's office and picked up a prescription for some Reglan to help Susan start her lactation. She'd also bought a breast pump. They wanted to keep Susan's lactation a surprise for him.

His body responded to the outfits before he could even answer. He sniffed the air - it already smelled like pussy, and a mix of two of his favorite pussy flavors to boot. "Don't worry. How could I say no to that? Jesus. You two are really too much. Is it love or lust that makes you two so constantly helpful with my treatment?"

Susan replied, "Tiger, you know it's both. Anyway, I don't see much of a difference - isn't lust just a way to show and share love? When I swallow your cock and tongue it until you blow a big load down my throat, don't you know that that's another way for me to tell you that I love you?"

He felt his penis quickly growing to its full size. "Um, sure."

She continued with a big smile, "It's my favorite way too. Now, what are you hiding beneath your shorts? What's making that huge bulge, a telephone pole? Bring that thing over here so we nurses can diagnose you properly." novelenglish.net . Firᴇ.net

He pulled his shorts all the way off, exposing his suddenly painfully-hard erection. He walked over to where they sat on the edge of the bed. But rather than stopping, he kept walking into Suzanne until his stiff rod brushed against her right breast, which was still concealed by her uniform. Then he rubbed the area around her obvious nipple, moving in small circles with the end of his penis.

This caused no end of delight for both 'nurses'. Susan yelped with joy, "Look, Suzanne! I think we've just discovered a new, improved way for Tiger to get our attention!"

Suzanne wore a big smile just like Susan's, but she acted coy. Her top had a central front zipper, which she unzipped all the way to the bottom, causing her pale white tits to bounce free.

He immediately resumed pressing his erection into her right tit, only now he could rub her hard nipple without any impediment.

Suzanne said to Susan, "Hmmm, I wonder what you're talking about. You're acting as if he's touching me with his cock, but we know patients don't do that to nurses. That would be so improper." She winked at that.

Still playing the innocent, she added, "On a totally unrelated topic, I detect a certain swelling between his legs. What do you think it is, Nurse Susan?"

Susan reached for her son's hard-on and began jacking it towards the base, while the tip continued to poke into Suzanne's nipple. She snickered, "'A totally unrelated topic.' Ha! I like that. But you are right - I'm definitely feeling a swelling here. Maybe it's a bruise from the fight the other day. Tiger, did the big bullies hit you in the nuts?"

"As a matter of fact, they did. You should probably check my balls for damage." He grinned and used his hand to direct his rigid pole all over Suzanne's tit. Susan was still holding and stroking it, but doing so so loosely that he could move its tip even as she caressed it.

"Good idea!" she replied. She began fondling his balls, tugging on them a bit. "Tell me, patient, how does this feel?"

"Fantastic! Um, I mean, terrible." He faked a frown, badly. "You should probably do that a whole lot more to find out exactly where the damage is." He gave up trying to frown and grinned from ear to ear.

Suzanne said, "Susan, I mean Nurse Susan, you're so perceptive." She put her hand on his dick alongside Susan's, pushing Alan's hand out of the way, and the two mothers began to share stroking duties while Susan kept up her attention to his balls. "But I'm worried about a fever. With all this swelling, could he be getting a fever?"

Susan pretended concern. "I think so, Nurse Suzanne. Why don't you take over the swelling inspection duties while I investigate the 'damage' to his balls a little closer?"

"Mmmm. Good idea. Maybe I'll take his temperature while you do that. They say the oral technique gives excellent readings, though there's something to be said for anal."

Susan played along, "One can never be too sure. Maybe we should take an oral reading first, and then anal." Her excitement got the best of her and she added, "And then oral again! He can blow a spermy load down each of our throats!"

Suzanne teased back, "Speaking of oral, I hear licking is a great way to check the scrotum for damage."

"Mmmm!" Susan moaned lustily. "I luuuuve this 'checking for damage'. It reminds me of the abnormality checks that Akami used to make me do. Wasn't that fun? ... GOD, that was fun!"

He could see what was coming, so lay back on the bed to give them both better access to his crotch.

Suzanne bent over and gobbled up his penis, beginning an expert cocksucking job. Meanwhile, she reached underneath him and stuck a finger up his butt.

Susan spoke, "You know, I've heard that when it comes to medical advice, it's always good to get a second opinion. So I'll take his temperature too, and then we can compare." She leaned in and joined Suzanne with an aggressive licking and sucking effort, while any spare hands they had jacked him off at the same time.

Alan thought, That feels sooooo good! God! The two of them working together is pretty much the ultimate. Even a couple of weeks ago I would have exploded in a minute from this kind of double tongue lashing AND finger stroking. But now I can hold off and enjoy it for a good long while. How great is that?!

After a few minutes of loud and loving slurping, Suzanne asked Susan, "So, got a temperature reading yet?"

"Hot! Definitely hot! I'm feverish, for sure. My nipples are on fire!" She continued to lick.

Suzanne said with amusement and a bit of chagrin, "I meant HIS temperature."

"Oh." Susan smiled as she slathered her tongue all over her son's sweet spot some more.

Suzanne shook her head. "You're turning into a regular comedian. Let's try again: How is his temperature?"

Susan kept grinning. "Hmmm... Hard to say... Certainly quite hot and yummy, but I might have to check for another twenty minutes, just to be completely sure. Mmmm!" She was lapping up one side of his cockhead while Suzanne was on the other, leaving room for their hands to explore the shaft. "How 'bout you?"

Suzanne replied happily, "Sizzling! I can feel the heat all the way down to my pussy!"

"Oooh! Me too! My clit is all tingly and I'm not even touching it! Imagine feeling his boiling-hot sperm explode onto the back of your throat!" Somehow, Susan could talk freely without slowing her licking in any way. She'd certainly had a lot of practice in recent weeks.

"I can!" Suzanne replied with lusty excitement. She was in charge of his balls for the moment, and as she played with them she said, "I can feel these puppies beginning to swell with cum! Sweetie, you need to paint my tonsils before these poor guys turn blue."

Alan just moaned with pleasure.

Then Susan asked him while lapping at his sweet spot, "So, the big question we can't wait to ask is: How many hotties did you bone at school today? And who were they?"

He managed to grunt out, "Sorry, Mom, I don't kiss and tell."

Susan pouted even as she licked, "Oh, come on! Not that excuse again, please. Telling your busty cocksucking aunt and mommy isn't REALLY telling. Pleeeeeasse? I only wanna know 'cos it gets me hot!"

"Well..." His resolve was wavering, because he was so uncontrollably aroused.

The two voluptuous vixens had been giving him a great dual blowjob already, but they kicked their efforts into overdrive to help convince him to talk. They didn't really do anything different, but somehow what their four hands and two mouths were doing felt even better than before.

He closed his eyes and groaned as he strained not to cum. "Okay, okay! Just... tone it down! I don't want to blow just yet!"

They quickly went back to their previous pace, permitting him to narrowly avert his orgasmic crisis.

After about another minute, Susan asked, "Well? Spill the beans!"

Suzanne teased in her sexy and scratchy voice, "Yeah, spill something. Spill something all over our faces!"

"Jesus!" He was still panting a bit. "Hold on. I'm trying to recover, but you two don't make that easy." He was having trouble quenching the urge to blow, since they'd only slowed down, not stopped. Suzanne's long tongue was pressing hard against his sweet spot now, making it hard for him to even think. (If one of them wasn't lapping there then the other one was, or sometimes they both were at the same time.)

He paused a bit longer until finally they calmed down a bit more and he was able to return to normal breathing. "Well, if you must know, I fucked Glory during lunch. And then after school I banged Heather's ass pretty good, and then went back to Glory's classroom and fucked her some more. It was pretty busy for a school day, now that I think about it."

"Wow, that makes me SO HOT!"

Alan had his eyes closed, but he opened them and looked towards his crotch in momentary confusion because those were Susan's usual words, but it sounded like Suzanne's scratchy voice.

Susan frowned and momentarily stopped licking his balls. "Hey! That's what I was going to say."

"Gotcha both. Mmmm!" Suzanne said gleefully as she stuffed all of Alan's bulbous cockhead into her mouth.

Susan was miffed because she had been about to do that too, but then she relaxed and contented herself by licking his balls for a while.

Alan continued to look down at Susan and then at Suzanne. Although he saw little more than the backs of their heads and nurse hats bobbing up and down in his lap, he exclaimed, "You two are too damn sexy! How am I supposed to function like this?"

Susan rubbed his arm soothingly, "Oooh. Is it that bad? Nurse Suzanne, that swelling between his legs is so bad that he can't even function. We'll have to find some kind of way to get it to go down. I could take his temperature orally all day long, but it only seems to make his swelling harder and stickier and hotter."

She added with a giggle, "And that's a problem. If his temperature keeps changing, I might have to suck on it all night long and still not get a good reading! Not that I would mind." She laughed. "Do you have any ideas?"

Suzanne stopped her bobbing over his cockhead and pulled herself up from his lap. "Oh, I have some ideas, all right. My vaginal thermometer is very accurate. I haven't gotten my daily fucking from Sweetie today, and this is probably my only chance."

She leaned towards Alan's face for a kiss before conspiratorially saying to him, "Luckily, Susan has already given me permission to take your load." She plunged a finger up his asshole, as if daring him to give up his load to her immediately and blow his sticky goo all over her face. Her finger was well lubricated with her own pussy juices.

"Oh, MAN!" he gasped. Anal fingering practically doubled his pleasure, especially when his prostate got expertly stimulated, as Suzanne was doing to him at that instant.

Susan took advantage of Suzanne's talking and engulfed his momentarily unoccupied cockhead with her mouth. She managed to fit the entire thing between her lips before Suzanne got much past "Oh, I have some ideas." It was true that Susan had given Suzanne that permission, but she wanted to at least help "warm him up" with some serious and prolonged cocksucking before it happened.

In the face of all this stimulation, he managed to say with deliberate understatement, "That was nice of her."