6 Times a Day

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With the kids still in school, Suzanne continued to break down Susan's resistance to kissing other women. Susan needed a breather after sharing one very steamy kiss with Suzanne, so Suzanne gave her some space and they resumed their interrupted morning exercises.

Suzanne thought that she'd figured out Susan's pattern of sexual liberation and prudish backsliding. She'd known Susan about as well as she'd ever known another person, but Susan's sexual liberation had no precedent, so it had taken her some time to understand all the nuances of Susan's moods.

Right now, she knew that she had to keep Susan continually horny until Susan's remaining regrets and worries faded away.

They were both still topless, and Suzanne racked her brain for some kind of plausible, or even semi-plausible, excuse for them to take their spandex shorts off too. But she couldn't think of any.

However, she had no trouble keeping Susan extremely aroused, even without any physical contact. She just had Susan describe in intimate detail her first blowjob that morning. Suzanne picked the first one because that way she avoided all the "lesbianism" issues Susan had with her later kissing of Katherine. Actually, the first blowjob hadn't lasted more than a minute; it was all the events that led up to it that Susan got hot and bothered talking about, especially the dry humping.

The only problem Suzanne had with her scheming, if one could call it a problem, was that when she manipulated Susan into getting extremely aroused, she usually ended up getting similarly excited herself.

More disturbing for Suzanne, her attempt to indoctrinate Susan with specific lingo and ideas was wildly successful, but she sensed that she was at least partially indoctrinating herself at the same time. For instance, even though she'd never thought of Alan as "powerful" before, and certainly never thought of his penis as a "powerful" thing, she and Susan had used that term so much lately that she couldn't help but be affected. Before, when she'd heard Susan use that kind of language she'd had to try not to snicker, but now she didn't even bat an eye.

In any case, Suzanne got so carried away hearing all the details about the dry humping that it took her a while before she remembered her goal to push Susan's boundaries about woman-to-woman kissing. The fact that Susan was telling her story while they were both ostensibly still exercising made it even easier to be distracted. Both of them pretty much sexually humped every exercise machine they sat on, thanks to all Susan's talk about dry humping.

But eventually the story reached its cummy climax when Susan finally started describing the actual blowjob itself.

Knowing that Susan's lusty mood was climaxing along with the story, Suzanne announced it was a good time for them to end their exercises (such as they were). Suzanne wanted to get her kissing scheme back on track.

Susan had agreed that they should practice greeting each other with French kisses whenever one of them entered a room where the other one was. So when they finished resting and toweling off after the exercises, Suzanne walked out of the basement, rushed up to the underwear cabinet, picked up a pair of high heels for Susan and another pair for herself, then returned to the basement exercise area and walked back in.

"Hi girlfriend! How's it going?" She walked forward.

"Hi Suzanne!" Susan said in mock surprise as Suzanne entered the room. She knew Suzanne had created a ridiculously thin pretense for another kiss, but she didn't care. She was still so aroused that she could hardly wait for it.

Suzanne smiled, held up the two pair of high heels, and waggled them enticingly.

Susan smiled too. She'd recently begun to associate high heels with sexual fun with Alan, so a kind of Pavlovian association had developed where even the sight of high heels made her horny. She was rather surprised that Suzanne had brought them, though. The women almost never wore heels when Alan wasn't home, because they had to limit their time in them so their feet wouldn't hurt all the time. Besides, there was no way to wear them while exercising.

She decided to reply to Suzanne's question: "Okay. How's it going with you?"

Suzanne put the shoes down on a table so she could have her hands free. She kept walking forward, then suddenly and boldly encircled Susan in a tight embrace and planted her lips on her friend's mouth. She immediately began tonguing her, even bending Susan backward a bit during their kiss.

Susan responded with her own tongue, more actively and passionately this time than before.

After another minute, Suzanne stopped the kiss and pulled back.

"It's going well," she said, answering Susan's nearly forgotten question. "How are things on your side?"

"Good. Really good. I was just helping Tiger reach his daily target..."

Then Susan broke from her acting role. "Do women really truly kiss like that? It just seems so passionate. What if Ron saw us kissing like that?" Her brain was fogged, especially because Suzanne still held her in an embrace, and Suzanne's big, bare melons actively rubbed against her own in distractingly delightful ways.

Suzanne answered, "If he saw a kiss like that, he'd probably get horny and give you a good fucking later that evening. Oh wait, I forgot, I'm talking about Ron. Women don't turn him on, so that wouldn't work."New ᴄhapters are published on Fire(.)net

They chuckled, although with a tinge of sadness.

Suzanne went on, "Most guys would get horny, anyway. That's probably why guys encourage women to do this kind of thing. You have to admit it's a lot more fun than just saying 'hi.'"

Susan ran a hand down Suzanne's shapely back as she responded, "Yes it is. But it was just so emotional. And passionate. I just can't imagine that women normally kiss like this. I mean, like you and Brenda. I can't even picture how your two faces can meet in the first place with your big tits getting in the way. When you kiss her, do you feel shivers down your spine? Do you feel tingling down in your... Well, tingling all over your skin? Doesn't it make it hard to even think when she's got her beach-ball-size breasts pressing into your chest, rubbing her remarkably long nipples all over your own soft, white mountains? I mean, how can you just casually greet someone like that?"

Susan was getting herself quite worked up visualizing Brenda and Suzanne together, greeting one another so intensely.

Suzanne had been lying when she said that she regularly kissed Brenda on the mouth like that. She replied, "Kissing Brenda isn't that different from kissing you. Your tits are nearly as humongous as hers, and they're the same as mine. You and I are both prime centerfold material, and you know it. You may deny it because you're so modest, but that's just a fact. Bodies like yours and mine, and I'm sure Brenda's, are designed to give and receive pleasure."

Suzanne reached out and cupped Susan's boobs from underneath. "Our tits, our lips" - she glided a finger up Susan's neck and chin until it reached her lips - "our hands" - she ran a finger of her other hand down Susan's arm until it reached her hand - "our asses" - the finger on Susan's lip suddenly found itself sliding down Susan's thinly covered ass crack - "and our pussies" - Suzanne knew Susan's pussy was a no-go area for now, even with shorts on, so she trailed a finger down to the top of where Susan's bush was and stopped there - "every inch of us has more nerve endings than the typical female."

Susan shivered and tingled everywhere Suzanne had touched her. She felt particularly powerful tingles in her pussy and nipples, even though Suzanne hadn't quite touched her in either of those places.

Suzanne continued, "It's not just our large breasts; we're exceptionally sensitive all over. Maybe that's one reason that we've become such good friends, because we're kindred spirits. You know, when Sweetie puts his hand on my ass cheek and strokes it, that's enough to make me want to cum, right there."

Susan thought, Me too, sometimes! So what she's saying is that big-titted women are born to please naturally superior males like my cutie Tiger. That makes sense. It stands to reason that the bigger the tits a woman has, the more they were made by the Lord to serve! Yes! To be a sexual SLAVE to my son's cock... Gaawwwd, that makes me SO HOT!

But she merely said, "Me too! I love it when he touches my ass. That's my favorite." However, then she salivated as she thought about sucking his cock. "Well, my second favorite." Then she thought about his tit play. "Okay, third favorite, probably. But that's partially 'cos I'm afraid to let him get near my tits and especially my nipples because they're just too sensitive. I can get off just by pinching my own nipple."

Susan attempted to demonstrate this by pinching one of her nipples. While it didn't get her to climax, that was only because she'd climaxed so recently.

Without thinking, Suzanne unconsciously reached over and pinched Susan's other nipple, then pinched one of her own as well. She watched Susan's whole body shudder and tremble, although again it didn't quite lead to a full orgasm. "Yes. See what I mean? So that's part of it. There's going to be more electricity just because of our bodies. Call it a blessing or a curse. But more than that, this is a new and scary experience for you, so you're excited and tense about it. That'll pass."

Suzanne continued to hold Susan's nipple, gently rolling it between her fingers. "Think about how you would kiss your husband when he came home from work, when he is here in the States. Even if you were to kiss him on the lips, it'd be no big deal anymore, right?"

"Yuck. Don't remind me about him." The unpleasant thought caused Susan to put her hands down, removing them from fondling herself.

"Sorry, but the point is, that's how it'll be with other women when you get used to kissing them. You and I need to practice more so that the next time Sweetie asks you to kiss another woman you won't be all frazzled and troubled by it. It's like learning to ride a bicycle without training wheels. The first time, you're really nervous, but eventually you can do it without even thinking about how it's done."

"You're right. My nerves will go away too, just like that. I couldn't handle the intensity if every kiss was like this, thank God. It's almost better than kissing my Tiger! This will pass. Yes. You're always right. What a good friend you are."

Suzanne said, as she casually brought her other hand up to play with Susan's other nipple at the same time, "Note also that I said 'Hi, girlfriend'? I'm sure you've noticed how women call each other 'girlfriend' but guys never call each other 'boyfriend'? That's another example of how our society likes a certain amount of low-level woman-woman interaction. It's titillating. All of Sweetie's women call each other 'girlfriend' but, needless to say, he doesn't call anyone 'boyfriend.' I know it's unfair."

"It is!" But Susan was much more aroused than upset by the idea. It's like he has a harem! A stable! A stable of big-titted beauties. And we all have to kiss each other and rub our tits against each other to keep his cock stiff and long! He needs all that visual stimulation because he has such a big, thick, and oh-so suckable cock!

Suzanne added, while still idly playing with Susan's nipples, "Boy, Sweetie will be really turned on when he sees us kiss each other!"

"He sure will!" Susan paused, and then asked shyly, "Can we... maybe... practice some more?"

Suzanne's heart soared. She was totally in love with Susan. Her friendship with Susan came first, and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that. But to keep that friendship and have a physically intimate relationship was such an exciting idea that Suzanne actually swooned. Unbelievable! It's really happening! My impossible dream to be with Susan in every way is coming true after all these years. Her lust for Sweetie was the key to breaking down her defenses. Even if she's against making love with me and just wants to kiss and fondle, I'll still be over the moon! That's like winning the lottery, right there! No, I'm winning it three times, once with her, once with Sweetie, and once with Angel!

Suzanne had to turn away, because she didn't want to scare Susan off by revealing just how excited and downright giddy she was. She needed an excuse to stay facing another direction for a while, so a naughty idea came to her: she pulled her shorts down her legs.

Susan was still waiting anxiously for an answer to her request to practice some more, so she was quite puzzled. "Suzanne? What are you doing?" Very quietly, almost in a whisper, she added, "Does that mean you don't want to kiss me again?"

Suzanne's shorts were only down to her knees when she suddenly turned around and beamed with joy. "Susan, of COURSE I'd love to kiss you some more!" She's just so cute and lovable! This is true love! She added, "But let's take our shorts off first, okay?"

However, Suzanne saw Susan looking confused, and realized that her friend needed at least some thin excuse. So she added, "If we're gonna practice kissing and imagine that Tiger is watching us, you know he's gonna want us naked. Completely naked. So we should practice that." She pulled her shorts the rest of the way off as she explained this, then draped them over one of the exercise machines.

Susan giggled. "You called him 'Tiger.'"

Suzanne reviewed her words and smiled. "So I did. Heck, I hear 'Tiger this' and 'Tiger that' so much every day that I think of him as a Tiger almost as much as a Sweetie."

"Ditto for me and 'Sweetie,'" Susan said. "He's a sweet tiger." She giggled at that happy thought. "But is it really necessary for us to get totally nude just to kiss? It's not like we're ALWAYS completely naked around him."

"True, but we ARE naked for him quite a lot lately. Don't you think naked and kneeling is the very best way to suck his cock? Not counting wearing high heels, of course."

Susan bit her lip and nodded. That's so true! Just thinking about it is making me salivate. Tiger, where are you and your big thick cock when I need it most?!

Suzanne added, "Besides, those exercise shorts were just too tight and confining anyway. Try taking yours off. Do it for your son. Imagine he's here right now, staring at you. You'll feel much better."

Susan immediately followed that advice. The magic words were "Do it for your son." She didn't need to think about it after Suzanne said that, at least not while in her current horny state. And she was relieved to take them off anyway, since they'd gotten quite wet with all her pussy juices.