6 Times a Day

Chapter 1209: Chapter 1204



[Glory AI Art]

"Oh man!" Alan exclaimed, once he'd caught his breath. "That was great."

"That was!" Brenda agreed. "Master, did you like the way Amy and I worked together?"

"Liked it? I loved it! It was almost too good, because it's gonna make it even harder for me to last. But it was worth it. What do you think, Aims?"

"It was awesome! I totally love, like, working together. We should do that fuck-and-suck thing a whole bunch more. Two on one works out pretty cool in general, I think. Especially with my Anal Pal."

Brenda and Amy both reached out and held hands with each other, sharing some kind of special "Anal Pal" moment.

Alan didn't quite know what to make of that, and instead continued, "And you know what I liked as an extra bonus? I've been stressing about Glory, but that distracted me from doing that, to say the least. Mom is right: no matter what happens with my teacher, my life is a living dream. Now there's no time to get all wound up about how to deal with her. In fact, there's no time left at all. Let's all flop on over to the bathtub and recover in there. That way we can get cleaned off at the same time."

So, with the shower hose now hanging up on the wall and pouring water over them, they got thoroughly wet again.

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He looked at the bar of soap and thought, Don't even think it! Man, if I get started with soaping these buxom beauties, I'll never get out of here. This plan to drain my balls completely worked 'cos I feel totally sexually satisfied. I'd think that there was no humanly possible way for me to get it up again, but with the likes of these gorgeous vixens always amazing me and astounding me, I'm learning I can never say never.

He stood up before he was really ready to do so, gave Brenda and Amy a final kiss each, and then began to stagger back to his room. On his way out the door, he heard Brenda's voice pleading with Amy.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Please, Mistress Amy, can I suck Master's cum from your freshly fucked cunt?" "Of course, but spread your legs so I can drink your juices too! They're too yummy!"

He had to resist the urge to turn around and watch them. He briefly peeked between fingers that weren't doing a very good job of covering up his eyes.

Oh man! What would Glory think if she knew the truth? I know she knows we're all having sex, but I don't think she could picture even in her wildest imagination just what kind of non-stop orgy we have going on around here lately. It's getting to the point where having a sex-free Thanksgiving meal for a couple of hours will actually be a big relief for my body. I must be crazy to think I could handle yet another woman. I should just stick with being friends with her. That would be the smart thing to do.

Seriously! I need to really consider that. I don't think I can handle another woman in my life. But I love Glory so much! If it was just her in my life, I'd marry her in a heartbeat.

Damn. What to do?

When he entered his room, he was pleased to see a nice suit laid out for him on his bed. Furthermore, both Susan and Suzanne were there to fuss over him and get him dressed. They were both fully dressed in fancy gowns and in full-on mothering mode now. Both were filled with advice and did little motherly things to him, like trying to straighten out his perpetually unruly hair.

Events were a blur. Before Alan knew it, he found himself sitting in the driver's seat of the family car. The others had thought of everything, so there was a bouquet of flowers in the passenger's seat for him to give to Glory when he picked her up.

Once he'd left the house, most of the women started rushing all over the place in a last minute frantic panic. Susan had yet another can of air freshener and was spraying it everywhere liberally. There was a scream as Katherine found someone's bra under one of the living room sofas.

He smiled as he started his car. It's funny. For like one hour, maybe two, we'll look like a totally normal family. Or at least close to one. There are a few unavoidably weird things that can't be completely hidden though, like the dancing pole smack dab in the middle of the living room.

He sighed. What a weird life I have, not that I would change it one bit, mind you. I just hope we'll be able to pull this off. Frankly, I have some pretty big doubts, especially when it comes to Mom. And it's always the little things. We'll probably be in the middle of eating the turkey when Glory will notice a big gob of cum dripping down Amy's face or something like that.

Glory actually didn't live that far away in terms of driving time (though she was on the "other side of the tracks" in terms of housing prices), so it only took about five minutes for him to get there. As a result, he still didn't have much time to ruminate. As he arrived, he had yet to make up his mind about what to do regarding her. The fact that he'd had a threesome just before coming to pick her up put him in a gloomy mood and increased his gut feeling that she'd be better off without him. But despite his sexual satiation, he still couldn't shake his desire for her.

Fuck it! he thought, just as he turned on to her street and her apartment building came into view. I'm just gonna follow Mom's very sensible advice to go with the flow. That's always worked for me in the past. Whatever's meant to be will be. As long as I can have Glory in my life one way or another, that's the main thing. I'll just try to be a gentleman and probably the fates and Glory will take it from there.

To his surprise, Glory was standing on the street corner already, waiting for him. He guessed it was because she was impatient about his being late, but in fact it was mostly because she didn't trust herself to be alone with him in her apartment. She was wearing a very dark blue gown but it was completely covered by a gray trench coat. She held a purse with a bag obviously containing a bottle of wine sticking out of it.

It was in the middle of a sunny day, so her trench coat seemed completely out of place. Her whole face looked grim and serious and also contemplative, like she was staring past him instead of at him.

As soon as he pulled the car to a stop on the curb right in front of her, she opened the passenger door and got in. He was going to walk around the car and open the door for her like a proper gentleman, but he didn't even get a chance to open his own door before she was already sitting beside him.

She looked at him briefly and without smiling. She'd even grabbed the flowers before he could give them to her and held them so she could sit down where they'd just been. "Hi. Thanks for the flowers. Let's go." She appeared determined, rushed, and even a bit angry.

He couldn't figure it out. Did I do something wrong? I thought Suzanne said it was okay if I was a little late. Does it show that I just had sex ten minutes ago? Maybe she's picking up on some kind of post-sex glow. But she seemed upset even as I was driving up, so how could she know?

He said in an upbeat voice, "Hi, Glory, you look beautiful, as always."

She didn't reply to that. She seemed determined not to talk at all, or even look his way. To make matters worse, she put sunglasses on. Then she just stared dead ahead, her eyes shielded by the sunglasses.

This puzzled him even more. He pressed down on the gas pedal and started heading back to the Plummer house, thinking, Man, this drive back could be the longest and most awkward five

minutes of my life.