6 Times a Day

Chapter 1142: "It's not you, it's me" CH.1137@Pat



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However, Alan quickly squelched some of Suzanne's enthusiasm. He said, "Why don't the rest of you play a few hands without me? The thing is, the poke-her game is so sexual and my dick is feeling painfully sensitive right now. Not that I'm complaining about the attention, mind you, but the way it gets rubbed so much, I'm surprised this doesn't happen more often. To be honest, I'm actually kind of worried about getting erect again any time soon. So maybe I'll just chill out in the other room for a while."

There were a lot of disappointed faces.

Suzanne, however, recovered quickly. She said, "Okay, that's too bad... but we'll carry on. We did say earlier that we could have a great time even if you weren't here, so that's what we'll do. We'll keep playing and when you're ready, of course you can join us at any time and we'll just deal you in again. Does that sound good to everyone?"

There were nods all around, including from Alan. He got up to go, feeling glum.

Suzanne saw his mood and quickly added, "Wait. Sweetie, I heard you earlier talking about your worries in being able to handle everyone. Don't consider this some kind of strike against your prowess. The fact is, you've absolutely slain Brenda. Look at her, lying there in the middle of the table in her cute little maid uniform. She's soaking in a puddle of her own cum. You've done great. You do realize that, don't you?"

He wore an "awww, shucks, me?" look, but he did realize it.

She added, "But guys need time to recover between orgasms, even you. That's just a fact. It's especially true after particularly strong gushers like the one you just had. So relax and be proud of yourself. Oh, and if you go to the living room, please don't look under any of those tarps, okay? Those are some more surprises under them for you later. Oh, and there's some food waiting for you in the kitchen. I'm sure you must be hungry by now."

Alan thought, IF there's a later, which is a big if, the way my dick is feeling, I might be up for a few more surprises. I gotta at least hang in there long enough for them to unveil whatever's under that tarp.

But he nodded and walked into the kitchen. He hadn't eaten any dinner and discovered he was starving, now that he thought about it. He heated up the macaroni and noodles that had been set out for him, chuckling at the irony of the meal's simplicity compared to the elegant outfits the others had chosen to wear.

He quickly gobbled down the food he'd been left and made his way to the living room. Since the kitchen and dining room were basically one open area separated only by a counter, there was no way to ignore the poker game. Everything about it was too sexy and arousing for him to contemplate. At least in the living room he could turn on the television to drown out the sound of laughter and joviality.

But as soon as he sat down, he was surprised to see Akami come into the room and sit down next to him. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.

He gestured to the open spot on the sofa beside him. "Please do."

Akami said, "Don't worry, I don't plan to arouse you or anything. I've been around men like Dr. Fredrickson - who, by the way, has been a good lover despite his other faults - long enough to know the sexual limits of men and the folly of trying to speed things up too much." "So how is the jerk, anyway?" Alan asked. "Are you going to keep working with him?" With that, Akami launched into an explanation of the fallout since Dr. Fredrickson's recent fall from grace. In short, Akami's plan was to essentially take over the clinic while keeping Dr. Fredrickson on for his credentials in a figurehead role only, and things were proceeding quite successfully. But it had only been two days so far, so the long term outcome was still very much uncertain. However, the doctor seemed to be resigned to his fate and was letting Akami make all the decisions.

Then Akami veered into other topics. She spoke about her hopes and dreams while Alan mostly listened.

As he listened to her, he thought to himself, You know, Akami and I have been through a lot together, sexually speaking. She was my first in a lot of things. But the funny thing is, I've never really gotten to know her very well. This is the first time I've really seen her as a full human being and not just some kind of "sex nurse." And she's pretty cool, although I guess we don't have much in common. I wonder though if we'll get a chance to really become friends, or if she'll just kind of drift out of my life. I can only handle so many relationships at once and it seems she's sort of getting the short end of the stick.

As they continued talking, he could still hear some of the sounds coming from the adjacent dining room. He was too far away to make out what people were saying, but he could tell the general mood over there and clearly the party was going great without him. That was a blow to the notion growing in his head that all the women's lives basically revolved around him.

But he thought, After what just happened with Brenda, my ego ballooned to the size of a small planet. So I guess this is a healthy come down from all that "Supreme Fuck Lord" stuff, even if it's a bit of a bummer. I mean, it's like they don't need me, like, AT ALL. What a drag. You know, I wouldn't be surprised if Suzanne engineered this somehow. I'll bet she was the one who had Akami come in here with me too, and probably told her what topics to avoid and whatnot. It's kind of nice to have someone who's like a secret guiding hand behind the scenes, even if it can rankle at times, too.

About half an hour after Akami and Alan started talking, the telephone rang. Alan didn't think much of it; he assumed that no one would answer and it would go to the message machine. However, a couple of minutes later, he heard Katherine call out, "Hey brother! It's for you." He was puzzled, but figured it must be an important call. He took his leave from Akami and walked into the dining room, because the nearest receiver was next to the counter separating the kitchen from the dining room. As soon as he walked into the room, he was hit by the aroma of hot and bothered pussy. It hung in the air like a fog and made him tingle with desire, but he did his best to ignore it. He took the phone from Katherine while making a "what's going on?" questioning gesture with his eyebrows.

But she just gave him a mischievous look and lingered a few feet away. However, everyone was being quiet so he could handle the phone call.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hi Alan. I hope I'm not calling too late?"

To Alan's great surprise, it was Christine's voice. He shot a puzzled look at Katherine, amazed that she'd taken the call. But she was playing coy and looking away with a big grin while reaching for the zipper to his shorts.

However, he could see where she was going with that idea and he swatted his free hand in the air repeatedly. He didn't quite touch her, but he prevented her from reaching her target. Frustrated, she returned to her seat at the dining room table where she silently impaled herself down onto the suction cup dildo in the middle of her chair seat. She made exaggeratedly comic and lusty facial expressions as she did so while all the other women watched. She hammed it up so much that more than one hand had to be clamped over a mouth to stifle an explosion of laughter.

Alan was amused, but he tried not to give her the satisfaction of showing it since he was peeved at her for making him take the call. He looked up at a clock above the kitchen oven. It was half past ten. He finally answered Christine's question about calling too late with a simple, "Um, no." As soon as he said that, he mentally kicked himself for missing a golden opportunity to cut the call short.

"Oh good. I normally don't call anyone after ten, but I figured that since there's no school tomorrow, and, well, I'm just so busy thinking. I've been running this football player problem over in my head. I've been making some calls too, trying to get information." Christine "just happened" to have come out of the shower and finished drying her hair when she called. As a result, she sat on her bed completely naked under her loose terry cloth robe with a towel wrapped around her head. She wouldn't admit to herself that she'd timed the call so she could be undressed this way, but that was obviously the case. Just the thought of talking to Alan with her robe hanging open made her feel tingly all over. She wasn't the kind of person to play with herself though when there was business to discuss. However, she did allow herself to luxuriate in the tingly sensations and the deliciously naughty feeling of

nakedness.

She waited for Alan to say something about the football players, but he merely grunted in acknowledgement of her words. That was good enough for her. Full of eagerness, she launched into a description of the variety of people she'd called and what they had learned. She hardly let him get a word in edgewise.

While Alan was busy trying to listen to Christine's theories on the football players and related security issues, he turned his visual attention to the dining room table only about ten feet from him. The seven voluptuous beauties there were continuing their game (except for the still unconscious Brenda), but they were careful because of the phone call to do it without any talking or loud sexual noises.

He watched as a new hand began and cards were dealt. He tried his best to pay attention to

what Christine was saying, but a lot of his attention was focused on the card game instead (and the partially or totally naked women playing it). The overwhelming smell of leaky pussy emanating from so many horny women and their dildo chairs wasn't helping his concentration either.

It somehow seemed, much like it did earlier in the evening, that the women were aware of him when he was watching them and were all showing themselves off for his benefit. Even though he stood a fair distance away, he still had a great view of most of them. Most

were topless.

In fact, as he watched, Xania, nearly the last one with her breasts still covered up, appeared to

win the hand. He saw her clap without making any noise, then stand up and pull the top of her dark green gown down. She was making a great production of it, practically doing a professional mini-striptease. She wasn't left with much covering due to the high slits on both sides of the gown that rendered her semi-naked even when she was supposedly fully dressed. When she finished, she began French kissing Suzanne, who was sitting next to her.

Alan knew that Suzanne and Xania easily had the two longest tongues he'd ever seen, and he really wanted to watch them trade spit. The phone extension had a long cord and he found himself wandering closer to the table for a good view on the side opposite Xania and Suzanne, even as Christine continued to talk to him almost non-stop. He was only paying enough attention to say "uh-huh" at the right moments.

Both of the long-tongued beauties were big show offs, and it was obvious they weren't really kissing for maximum pleasure but instead were doing it to create a spectacle of themselves. By some mutual wordless agreement, they kept their faces a couple of inches apart from each other so the tongue duel between them could be clearly seen. At the same time, their hands were all over each other. Suzanne was totally naked and Xania was taking full advantage of

that fact.

Alan thought, They're lizards! I swear to God, they're friggin' lizards! Jesus! Tongues like that are simply inhuman. I wonder how they met in college - did they hook up at some kind of Humans Born with Lizard Tongues Anonymous meeting or something?!

But showing off their tongues wasn't the only thing they were doing. Alan leaned over the table so he could watch Xania's fingers exploring Suzanne's clit and pussy lips.

But then he heard Christine say, "Alan? Hello? You're not spacing out again, are you? You were doing that all the time at school today."

"Um, yeah, I guess I'm guilty as charged. Sorry. I guess it's 'cos I've got a headache. It's really

throbbing."

However, he put his hand on his crotch over his shorts and thought, I do have a throbbing head, but it's not the one on my shoulders. Geez, so much for my flaccidness problem! Xania and Suzanne are too hot together! I can't even imagine how steamy they must have been when they were college roommates! ... You know, it's like watching two cobras intertwined in some mating ritual, instead of just two tongues. I can't even imagine both of those on my cock at the same time. They'd wrap all the

way around Alan Junior just like two dainty hands! "...better to talk tomorrow then. Don't you think?"

Alan had missed most of what Christine had said, but thankfully he caught the tail end and made a guess at a safe reply. "Yeah. Tomorrow would be good." Actually, it would be great. She's talking about serious stuff, trying to help me, and I can't even pay attention. Pathetic. Christine then said, "But we should find a good time, since it's Thanksgiving and all, and we've got a lot to talk about. Maybe we should even meet with some others, you know, get a posse together. What do you think?"

"Uh, maybe. Let me think about it." He saw someone turn a small hourglass timer upside down and then watched as Xania's head disappeared below the table edge into Suzanne's lap. Meanwhile, Amy was dealing out a new round of cards.

He thought, I can't believe it. Here I am, talking on the phone with my old crush while my sister, my

mom, my official girlfriend, and more sit around topless and play with each other's scorchingly hot, sexy bodies. And there's a busty woman in a scandalously revealing maid outfit who says she's my slave lying passed out in the middle of the table after I pounded her full of my cum! What would Christine think if she only knew?!

No wonder I have to protect her purity and keep her from this sordid lifestyle. She needs to

find some kind of virginal Mr. Right, not dip into this cauldron of incest and harem slaves and

God knows what else that I'm living in. I have no idea who that guy could be, but it sure as hell

isn't me.

He said into the phone, "Um, you know what? Let's talk about it tomorrow and plan a time

then, okay? I'm really tired on top of everything else right now and I can hardly stand on my feet. Today's been such an intense day." He didn't actually feel particularly tired at that moment, other than a general weariness that had been dogging him all day, but he felt it couldn't hurt to throw that in to help explain his long pauses.

"Oh. Okay. Shucks, I knew I was calling too late. Sorry about that."

"No, it's not you, it's me. Tomorrow will be better. Let's figure things out then. And thanks

for being so concerned about my problems. You're a great friend." He pushed off everything till tomorrow because he was in no mood to even begin thinking about the football player problem at the moment, or his relationship with Christine, for that matter. And of course the

poke-her party going on in the background ruined any chance for serious decisions to be

made.

As he hung up, he thought, "It's not you, it's me." I can't believe I just said that stupid line. Ugh. I'm

afraid though that she and I are going to have an "It's not you, it's me" kind of relationship all the way around. That's a real downer.

He looked at Katherine and flipped her the bird.

She teasingly replied, "'Fuck you'? Is that an offer I can take you up on right now? Or if you

want me to fuck myself, that can definitely be arranged." She started bouncing happily on her dildo chair to playfully emphasize the point.

The silence imposed for the phone call was broken and several others began to speak up as

well.

But Alan didn't stick around to answer any of them. He hurried back to where Akami was waiting in the living room before he got sucked into watching the results of the next hand. He was relieved to leave the heady pussy aroma in the dining room area to the more low key

smell of sex that pervaded the living room and the rest of the house. He was quite curious to see how the poke-her game would progress, but he figured that it was being recorded and that he could watch the parts he was missing out on now on video later. His overtaxed penis was grateful though that Akami at least was still wearing her bra and panties.