6 Times a Day

Alan took occasional breaks to snack or hang out, but he only violated his 'no sex' policy once that evening. On a break from his studies at around eight o'clock, he went looking to hang out with Amy and found her in the basement laundry room. She was there doing a load of laundry.

He got her attention by singing the tune "Baby Face," but changing the lyric slightly:

"Amy face, you've got the cutest little Amy face

There ain't nobody can ever take your place, Amy face

My poor heart's a-jumping, you sure have started something

Amy face, well I'm in heaven when I'm in your fond embrace

Yeah I never need no shove, 'cos I just fell, I fell in love with your pretty pretty Amy face"

Amy loved it, and she giggled all the way through. "Cool! That's so sweet!"

"Hey Aims," he said casually, regarding her activity with mild curiosity. "What are you up to, doing laundry at our house?"

"I like it so much better over here, and I don't want to miss out on being around all the fun, even for a minute. Although, from what I hear, it sounds like I missed out on most of the excitement earlier. The word is you really laid the pipe into my mom."

He smiled, confirming it.

"Wow, that's so cool! I think I have the most studliest boyfriend in school. Beau, is it okay if I do my laundry here?"

"Sure. I was just wondering, that's all. You and your mom have been over here so much lately it's like you might as well get it over with and start eating and sleeping here too."

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, can we? Can we, please? Gosh, that would be so great!" She put her hands together, as if begging him. novelenglish.net . fire(.)nᴇt

He chuckled. "I wasn't putting that forth as a suggestion; I was just trying to say you're here a lot. I mean, I'd love it, but I'm sure your dad would mind more than just a little if you and your mom never came home. Not to mention Brad."

"Oh." She pouted, but in a playful way. "Oh well." She went back to doing her laundry.

He just stood there, admiring her body as she bent over the washing machine. Naturally, the position drew his eyes to her full ass.

"So, were you looking for me?" she finally asked.

"Yeah. I was just taking a break and wanted to shoot the shit for a little while, to see what you were up to."

"M'kay. Let me just finish starting this load. I need more clean clothes in a big way. Look! I'm all out of bras."

She was wearing a sleeveless cutoff T-shirt and a short skirt. This was supposed to be unsexy clothing worn during Alan's study session, but it was only unsexy relative to the highly-sexy clothing that had become her usual attire. She took her shirt in her hands and pulled it up over her tits. "You see? No bras left."

He knew that Amy explaining her supposed bra shortage was just an excuse for her to expose herself, since she wasn't wearing any underwear anyway.

"Oh, and look. I'm all out of panties too!" She pulled her skirt up and rubbed her hand over her big, fine ass.

She went on, "Oh no, whatever am I going to do, if I run out of clean clothes? Tomorrow I might have to go to school naked!"

She was really hamming it up, bending farther forward, thrusting her tits out while cupping one with a hand. "When I'm done with this load, do you have a load to give me? You don't have to wait; you can give me your load right now!"

He was really impressed at how sexy and provocative she had become in recent weeks. He figured that all his women must be sharing information with each other. For one thing, all of them had suddenly started walking in the ultra-sexy sashaying style that Suzanne had perfected literally before Alan was even born. Even Amy was getting the hang of it and could turn it on or off at will.

But more than being impressed by her, he was just plain aroused. With a look of lust in his eyes, he dropped his shorts, stepped out of them, and walked towards her.

She stepped up to the washing machine and bent over it at a perfect 90 degree angle. Spreading her legs wide and pulling her pussy lips open with a hand, she cried out in mock-distress, "Oh no, Beau, what are you doing? Are you going to fuck me doggy style right on the washing machine? Please don't! It seems so very... improper!"

Both of them snickered at this joking reference to Susan's tag line for past futile protests.

He placed his hands on Amy's hips and thrust his stiff dick right into her fuck hole. He thought, Fuck! I can never get over just how TIGHT she is! Damn, that's one wonderfully squeezy tight slit!

Or at least he tried. She was so tight that it took a lot of pushing on his part and wiggling on her part, before he could even thrust half-way in.

She cried out, "Beau, no! Please don't! Your studies! Remember your studies!" As he began thrusting deeper into her, he noticed she had a look of anguish on her face. "No! Stop! What if someone hears? It's so wrong!"

She seemed so genuinely tortured that he stopped and asked, "Is there something wrong, Aims? I thought you wanted this?" He worried that he'd gone too far too fast into her super-tight tunnel, and she was in pain.

She turned her head around to look him in the eye, and Alan saw she was all smiles. "Oh, I do!" she said blissfully. "I was just pretending to mind, 'cos I thought it might turn you on. You know, like you're forcing me and stuff. I thought that was a real turn-on for guys."

He was really pleasantly surprised. "You're some girlfriend! Cool. It may not be a turn-on for all guys, but it works for me, right now." He pushed in another inch.

She grunted with joy. Then she added, "Oh, and I heard about how you slipped some serious dick into my mom earlier and you kept going even after she told you to stop. So I wanted you to try that out with me."

"Okay, sure." He pushed in another inch.

"Aaaaah!" she sighed happily. "Soooo... super duper full!"

Inspired, he drove into her even further, until he was finally all the way in. Then he rested from his effort, plus he hoped her pussy would relax and open up a bit more. As he waited, another thought came to him, and he asked, "But what if you really do mean 'stop'?"

"Beau, I'm totally sure you'll know a real 'no' when you hear one."

He wasn't so sure. After all, just moments ago he couldn't tell if she was faking or not. But he nodded anyway. He was about to start up again, so he pulled back and slowly thrust all the way into her again.

But then another thought came to him, and he paused. "Hold on. I know this is a weird time to talk about this, but you did mention hearing about me fucking your mom. Are you really, really okay with that? Don't just say that you are and pretend to be all happy about it. Aren't you at least somewhat jealous? I wanna know your real honest-to-God feelings."

She asked, "Is it fair to ask me when you've totally skewered me with your big, fat cock?" She clenched her pussy muscles around his boner to emphasize that point.

He felt abashed. "Oops. Sorry."

She giggled. "No, it's cool. I'm just joshin'."

He said more earnestly, "I wanna be close to you, way closer than the typical boyfriend and girlfriend."

"I do too! That would be cool. So yes, to be super honest, I'm really, really, really, really, really super double duper okay with that. In fact, it totally gets me hot, thinking about you boning my mom." She started churning her ass around on his erection, showing just how hot she was feeling.

By this point he was used to talking while fucking, so his cock responded to her churning motions with its own thrusting motions while at the same time he asked, "It does? But why?"

"I dunno. It just does. I guess all of your mom's talk is rubbing off on me. You know, how she's always going off about you fucking other girls, and she gets 'so hot' about it."

They both snickered at that.

Her ass-churning slowed, because he was thrusting into her with increased speed and purpose and she was happy to let him take charge. Her pussy had loosened just enough to allow him to get a good rhythm going.

But even as he steadily drilled her, she went on, "But I liked the idea even before she started into that. If my mom's all happy, and you're all happy, that makes me happy, too! It just seems right. I mean, if it was somebody who threatened my official-girlfriend status, that would be totally different. WAY different! But with you doing my mom, and Kat and your mom, it just brings us all closer together. Besides, you know I like girls too, and a threesome with you and my mom is way great in my book."

"Wow, Aims, you're the coolest girlfriend ever." He was seriously laying pipe now, bottoming out in the depths of her vagina with each thrust. He watched her face turn to agony and reluctance again.

"Oh no, Beau, no! Please don't do it! Stop fucking me so deep and so hard! No, I can't take it! So intense! You're hurting my tight little pussy! Please! I'm going to call for help ... in a quiet voice ... in a few minutes ... when you're done ... after the second time."

They both laughed at that.

He originally intended to just have a quickie and then get back to studying. But lately he'd developed such great endurance that he could hardly have a five-minute quick fuck even when he wanted to. Of course he could will himself to cum most any time, but it just seemed wrong to give up a load too quickly when there was lots more fun to be had. He always wanted his women to have lots of nice climaxes first.

While he was drilling her, she said out of the blue, "Mmmm, bareback. I love bareback. Thank goodness Heather had all us cheerleaders get on the pill and Mom helped me get a cervical cap, so we don't need those silly condoms!"

He was doing all of the work this time, so wasn't much into talking. He just grunted as he thrust forward, "Mmmm. Yeah."