Six Times A DayPart 72: Brown Sugar free porn video

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 same way."

"Really?!"

"Really. After all, remember that he's tamed me, just like he's taming you. 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. Do all of his women obsess like this?"

"No, I don't think so. I suspect it's just you and me so far, at least to this extent."

Brenda wasn't deterred by that at all. "What's funny is that with my soon-to-be ex-husband, 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. Whereas with Alan, geez, it 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. "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, when we read that incest story together yesterday. 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 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, and how he'd fucked both her ass and Katherine's.

Brenda especially loved the fact that Susan had worn a French maid's outfit, so she got her to describe the outfit in detail.

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.

When Susan had finished her rather lengthy description, 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 working his stiff cock every day, and not being able to slide my lips tightly around his shaft is a kind of slow torture. But in a way, it doesn't actually bother me as much if you give me updates like that. Even more than jealousy, I feel this tremendous relief that his cock is being well taken care of. I mean, fucking 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 he has sex with any woman, 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. Speaking of the joy of sharing, just before you called, I was fantasizing about all of the things he could be doing with the cheerleader squad right now. I have this image of the six cheerleaders all lined up, naked and kneeling, with him standing in front of them, sternly inspecting them. He walks up to one you know about named Heather and pops his cock into her mouth while generally running his hands all over her body. Since she's the squad leader, he wants to make an example of her first. Once he withdraws after fucking her face for a minute or two, she pledges her eternal loyalty to him. She says, 'I've told my boyfriend to take a hike. I don't care how many other girls I have to share you with. My cunt, my cocksucking lips, my busty body - they all belongs to you and only to you!'"

Brenda groaned lustily. "Oh. Hot! Hot, hot, hot!"

"He's so pleased that he rubs his stiff erection across her face and even slips it back into her mouth for a little reward. But she can only bob on it for a few seconds because he's got the others to take care of. He goes down the line, doing the same to each of them. He's a naughty tease, fucking their faces just long enough for them to desperately crave more. Each one in turn pledges her total loyalty to him."

Brenda's hands were going wild on her tits and cunt. "Yes! I love it! What happens next?"

"That's as far as my daydream has gotten. But who knows? Maybe he'll fuck one of their asses or cunts while the others are only allowed to watch." Susan vividly imagined him doing just that, fucking them one after another.

Brenda added eagerly, "He should tie her up first! Tie them all up! And give 'em a good spanking!"

Susan gently teased, "It sounds like someone is imagining herself as one of his busty cheerleader cunts."

Brenda laughed. "True. Too true. But you should talk. All that face fucking, and pledges of eternal loyalty? Who could that be?"

Susan laughed too. "Okay, you got me. But I love the idea of him doing it to all the cheerleaders too."

Brenda let out a husky purr. "Mmmm! Me too! Do you really think he's done something like that?"

"I don't know. Probably not. He doesn't tell us much, saying he shouldn't 'kiss and tell.' But it's possible."

"Yeah, it is. Very possible! And that excites me." Brenda was still riding a great erotic buzz while playing with her slit, but she asked more seriously, "Why is that? I would ask 'Why don't we get jealous, ' but I do get jealous. Yet it 'hurts so good.' It's odd. I get the feeling that if I were his only lover, I wouldn't be nearly as obsessed and aroused by him all the time. It would be more of a typical, boring relationship. The fact that we have to share him helps make things wonderfully crazy, kind of fostering a sense of friendly competition."

"Yeah, that's true," Susan agreed. "I can't say I understand how it works, but it does. Emphasis on 'friendly' though. Like you said, whenever he cums, it's a victory for all of us."

"I wish someone could explain the psychology of it," Brenda mused, even as she kept on idly playing with herself. "It goes against everything that's supposed to happen with sexual relationships."

Susan replied, while also continuing to finger her pussy, "I'm no psychologist, that's for sure. But I'd guess it has something to do with the wildness of it all. It's like we're living in an over-the-top erotic story, like that 'Built for One Thing' story we read together yesterday. Tiger is wonderful, of course, but I think what we're feeling isn't all just because of what he does. It's because he's, like, a vessel. We have all these powerful sexual feelings and fantasies that we keep buried deep inside us, and with him somehow it's okay for them to come out."

"That's so true!" Brenda heartily agreed. "I feel like I've been some kind of sex bomb, waiting to go off."

Susan said in a husky voice, "You are a sex bomb. Rrrawrrr!"

Brenda giggled. "Thanks. But I don't mean it like that. I mean I've had all these repressed sexual feelings, especially submissive feelings. It was like I was ready to explode. And now that I'm giving in to those urges, it's the best feeling in the world!"

"Boy, do I know what you mean! We have such similar histories of our years of sexual frustration."

Brenda cut in, "And the more I give in to these sexual urges, the better I feel! I honestly can't get enough. It's got me thinking that maybe there are powerful societal pressures keeping people from going wild sexually, because if everyone did it, then who would keep the economy going? But you and I, we're basically the idle rich. We can indulge ourselves to the fullest."

"That's true. Between that and our years of sexual drought, maybe that's why we two seem to be even more into keeping Tiger's cock happy all the time than the others?"

Brenda nodded to herself. "It's possible. Speaking of which, do you think I could, uh ... I don't mean to be pushy, but would it be at all possible for me to come over and help you help Alan later?" She quickly went from shy to enthusiastic. "Just think if he were to come home today and find you and me kneeling in nothing but matching high heels, ready to spend the rest of the afternoon jointly worshipping his mighty cock!"

Susan sped up the pace of her masturbation upon hearing that. "That sounds like a really great idea. I love that we got to lick his cock together at the fashion show, but it was for a frustratingly short time. It would be heavenly to do it non-stop for a couple of hours. Taking turns getting our mouths impaled by his shaft, then holding him deep and sucking him with all our might! Or going to town with both our tongues on his sweet spot, while our hands slip and slide all over his great fat pole! We could do that for ages. Mmmm! Or have him fuck our tits-"

Brenda excitedly interrupted, "There's so much we could do with our tits! He could suck your nipples while he fucks my tits, or vice versa! He could even fuck both pairs of our girls at once by squeezing between all four of them!" She hefted her massive boobs as if they were half encasing Alan's cock.

Susan sighed longingly, while also briefly groping her only slightly smaller G-cup boobs with both hands. "That sounds wonderful. I love my big girls. I love that he loves them. I wanna rub them all over his face! Mmmm ... As for this afternoon, I'd be delighted to have your help keeping his cock hard and throbbing with arousal from the minute he gets home all the way until dinner. But unfortunately, that can't be."

Brenda's fondling hands suddenly froze. "Oh no! Why not?"

"It turns out that he's got a big backlog of homework to do. He's falling so far behind in his classes that he's seriously worried. This morning he told me to sexually wear myself out all day long, so I'd be able to leave him alone when he comes home. I've been meaning to tell you that your phone call has been a big help with that. To be honest, I've been playing with myself for most of the call!" She'd stopped masturbating to give Brenda the bad news, but now she resumed.

"Really? To be honest, so have I!" Brenda also resumed her self-fondling. "I must admit that my fingers are soaked."

They both chuckled at their identical confessions. Susan playfully chided, "You naughty girl, you."

Brenda let out a sign of frustration as she considered her rejected plans. "That's too bad. We could have had such great fun. But don't tell me he'll be so busy with homework that he's not going to cum all afternoon?!"

"Oh, heavens no! I'll try to tempt him to at least have a quick blowjob or titfuck or two when he comes through the door. But if he's not game, or even if he is, we'll probably try some 'stealth stroking' afterwards. I forget if I've told you about that already, but that's where he sits and reads a book or something relaxing like that, or even does homework, while one of us jacks him off under the table. The key is to do it in a mellow sort of way so his boner can be kept aroused for hours without him losing his concentration."

"What a GREAT idea!" Brenda wanted to invite herself to help with that too, but she forced herself not to, for fear of being too pushy. "I sure hope it works out. Would you mind if I call you later to kind of check in, to find out if his cock is being well tended?"

"Sure. Call as much as you like. These phone calls are great fun. They help inspire me to be the best big-titted cocksucking mommy I can be. And by the way, if I ever don't answer your call right away, don't worry. That almost certainly means that my mouth is occupied with a very important task, if you know what I mean."

"I do! I do!" Brenda made a lewd slurpy noise.

They shared another laugh.

The phone call ended a short time later after some more sex-related small talk. Neither of them had a climax during the call, but they had both maintained a lot of sexual pleasuring for a prolonged time. Susan reminded Brenda that, if nothing else, she had Wednesday's poker party to look forward to, and that ended the call on a hopeful note.

Susan went right back to making her sandwich. As she chopped the lettuce, she thought, Brenda's great. I love that she gets it. She's serious about being an excellent sex toy. Sometimes I think I'm going too far with the way I pamper my son, especially sexually, but then I think about Brenda and realize I'm probably not going far enough!

I've been insisting that she shouldn't be here very much, lest she take precious time away from the rest of us, but I think it's time to rethink that. Tiger has such great needs. Two or even three women working together to keep his ten thick inches stiff and coated in saliva and cum is going to become the new normal, I imagine. I love the idea of having her spend the entire afternoon helping me lick and stroke his big cock. That doesn't take any sexy fun time away from me. Too bad about all his homework or I would have invited her over today. But I'm sure there will be plenty of other days she can help.

She hummed a happy tune as she worked. All seemed well in her world.

Chapter 2

Alan bombed his test in Mr. Jackson's third-period art class, just as he figured he would. That put him in a very bad mood when he got to Glory's fourth-period history class. It wasn't just the one test; he felt he'd gone from being one of the top students to slowly failing out of school due to a non-stop sex obsession. He also felt the added weight of all the homework he hadn't done.

During lunch, he wasn't in the mood for sex, even though Glory most certainly was. He told her about his failed test, and asked to just get naked and cuddle.

Glory got out her blanket, sheets, and pillows, and they swaddled up together and cuddled on the floor. They were mostly quiet and motionless, but both of them found the experience to be surprisingly emotional, just the same. He loved her and she loved him, and they simply basked in their mutual love.

By the end of lunch, Alan felt much more optimistic and energetic. He started to get frisky just as they had to put the bedding away and get dressed.

Glory complained in a playful way, "Now that I've got your motor running, who's going to drive your car?"

"We don't discuss the other women, right, Glory?"

"Oh. Right." But it was clear Glory was very curious about the other women. In fact, her curiosity concerning just exactly who he was sleeping with was nearly killing her. Her interest was especially piqued due to a confrontation with Heather during a class break earlier in the morning. She reran the conversation in her mind while thinking over the "other women" idea.

Heather had her bathroom ultimatum with Alan just before attending one of Glory's classes, and she felt flushed with success. She was also increasingly certain that Alan was committing incest with his sister, due to the way he brushed off her "Would you rather sleep with someone even closer to home?" question.

Glory held Heather back during the next break between classes to ask her a couple of probing questions about homework and to chide her for being late to class before sending her on her way. She was frustrated that Heather always seemed to do very well on her essays but poorly in class and on her tests, strongly suggesting that she was somehow cheating on the essays. But Glory couldn't prove it, despite constant efforts to do so.

Before Glory could get started into Heather's work, the haughty teen said, completely out of the blue, "Looks like Alan is really sleeping around with everybody these days. Don't you think, Ms. Rhymer?"

This was the first time Alan had ever come up in conversation between Heather and Glory. It was hardly the sort of thing a student normally discussed with a teacher, but Heather was not easily deterred. She hoped to steer the conversation so she could drop insinuations about Alan committing incest, and see if that could be a fruitful path to shock Glory into breaking up with him.

But Heather didn't get a chance to do that, because she underestimated Glory's reaction.

Glory took the comment to be a not-so subtle form of blackmail, showing that Heather knew about her relationship with Alan. Furthermore, she felt it was meant to be a direct insult that she would involve herself with a boy who was sleeping with so many others. She attacked back, saying testily, "I don't think it's appropriate to speak of a fellow student that way, Heather. But in any case, I don't think one could compare how much he sleeps around with how much someone like you does. I'm not one to solicit or pass along rumors, but just the same, if half of what I hear about you is correct, you're sleeping with just about every boy in school and half the girls as well."

Heather was taken aback. "I'll have you know, Ms. Rhymer, I have a very good reputation!"

Glory laughed spitefully. "So, I see you tacitly confirm the rumors and only try to argue that not many people know about what you really do. Interesting. I must say it's awful nice of you as head cheerleader to give the school such team spirit by spreading your legs for anyone who asks for it." She spoke in a low tone so the other students coming and going from her class during the break wouldn't hear, but her biting, near whispering tone somehow made her seem more menacing than if she'd been shouting.

Heather had no idea Glory had this side to her, or would dare say such a thing to a student, but she came back gamely. "At least what I'm doing is legal, Ms. Rhymer. Yes, I have a little bit of fun, but when I have my fun I don't do something foolish that could threaten my career." She strongly emphasized "threaten my career" in a low growl.

Glory didn't have a good comeback for that, as she knew that issue was her Achilles' heel. She looked around the room and noticed with some relief that no one had noticed or heard anything out of the ordinary; apparently they just assumed she was speaking to a student about class work. Dismissing Heather with a disdainful glance and shrug, she said, "We'll discuss this later. Remember to do your homework."

She looked at Heather's shoulders and noticed bra straps just beside her shirt's shoulder straps. But she was puzzled, because from the way Heather's tight, white T-shirt clung to her, it was as if she wasn't wearing a bra at all. She added, "And be mindful of the school's dress code. That must be the thinnest bra in the history of the world, if you really are wearing a bra at all." She was embarrassed to say it out loud, but she could clearly see the outlines of Heather's nipples.

She scoffed, "And what's with this slogan written across your chest?" She read it out loud. "'Make me wet.'" She suspected the size of the letters were adjusted to make Heather's curves seem even more pronounced.

Heather stood challenging and unrepentant. She smirked. "Hey, I live near the ocean and I like to go swimming. What's wrong with that?"

"Yeah, right. That's not exactly subtle innuendo. You're right on the border line. I'll have to speak to the administration and find out why you're able to flaunt our standards day after day. I wonder what form of persuasion you used on someone to get your way." She let the insinuation that Heather would fuck anyone for favors hang in the air. Her condemning tone of voice carried much more of an insult than her words did.

Heather retorted, "I understand. Someone of YOUR age naturally can't compete, so you hide behind the rules to level the playing field."

"Are you calling me old?" Glory was getting increasingly hot under the collar, and almost said that far too loudly. She was outraged, considering that she was only 27 years old. She considered launching into an angry tirade, but held back. The short time provided by the breaks was a big factor in her decision to cut things short. She also worried that Heather could be setting her up, perhaps recording the conversation. With another dismissive gesture, she said, "Heather, get to class. And remember that I'm your teacher and I deserve some respect. That is all."

Heather walked out. As she reached the door to the classroom, she muttered "Bitch" just loud enough for Glory to hear. She was happy that she'd begun the fight against Glory and looked forward to an eventual sweet and hard-fought victory by taking Alan for her own, but she was also a bit scared as she'd never come out so openly against one of her own teachers. Furthermore, in the opening trade of insults, she forgot to drop the hints about Alan and incest that could start to split him and his teacher apart.

Glory overheard the muttered "bitch" comment and silently fumed, "Bitch"?! Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! I swear to God, sometimes I wish I wasn't a teacher. I wish I could really speak my mind and tear that insufferable baby a new asshole. Heather, don't even try to mess with me! You can lord over all the other students all you want, but if you mess with a teacher you're gonna find yourself kicked out of this school so fast it'll make your head spin! And by trying to get between me and Alan, you're really asking for it. BITCH!

Back with Alan in her arms during lunch later in the day, Glory finished replaying this exchange in her mind, and considered telling Alan all about it. She wanted to know what he saw in the bitchy Heather and wanted even more to convince him to have nothing further to do with the girl. But she considered Alan's sullen and quiet mood, and decided it wasn't the right time. He was stressed about failing his third-period test and plummeting in his studies in general. She went back to just stroking his hair and enjoying his embrace.

Had Alan known everything about Glory's encounter with Heather, he would have been very disturbed. He would have been most disturbed by Heather's intention to use her suspicions of his incestuous behavior with Glory. For all of Glory's sexual talents and enthusiasm, she had a proper and conservative aspect to her personality, and he knew that it would be extremely bad if she discovered that in fact he was sleeping with his sister, much less his mother too. If she found out about that, he wondered if she would even speak to him again, or worse, if she'd consider it her duty to inform the authorities.

But at the same time, had he been a fly on the wall, he would also have been perturbed by the emotional intensity of Glory's attacks on Heather. Glory was letting her emotions get the better of her and she'd acted quite recklessly in speaking so directly and harshly to the conniving head cheerleader. She could have gotten in trouble merely from others overhearing her far too personal conversation.

Alan felt much better after he left Glory. She'd given him some words of encouragement about his academic woes, and all the cuddling didn't hurt.

But on his way to his fifth-period calculus class, he ran into trouble. Several large boys surrounded him and backed him into a locker. They looked menacing and appeared to be the size of football linemen. The ringleader, a stereotypically burly guy with square jaw and crew cut, spoke for the group. "There you are. The famous Alan. This is the guy, right?" He looked to one of his flunkies, who nodded.

Alan kept up a brave front. "What do you guys want? I've got to hurry to class."

"What do we want? We've been hearing rumors. You look mild-mannered enough, but people are saying that you're fucking all the best girls in school. What do you have to say to that?" The unnamed bully stepped forward.

Alan reflexively stepped back, which pressed him harder into the locker. "I don't know what you're talking about. Look at me! Do I look like the kind of guy women would be after?" But he could see his words weren't having much of an effect. So he made up what he hoped would be a convincing lie. "Okay, so I have a bigger than average dick. Some girls saw it and I guess people talked and every time the story was told, I somehow grew more manly and fucked more girls and my endowment grew longer. But that's it! Just rumors. I've never fucked anybody but my girlfriend!"

"That's not what I hear," the leader growled. But luckily the hallway crowds were thinning out as there was just or minute or so to get to the next class before the bell. The only cluster still left were the burly guys around Alan. A couple of them started to drift off too.