SIX TIMES A DAY
Eric wasn't a bad man; he was just one of those people who cared more about
money than anything else. He spent more and more time at work and less and less time with
his wife until finally they stopped having sex altogether. Suzanne didn't think
her husband was cheating; he just never had much of a sex drive to begin
with. Over the years the two of them had developed different interests and slowly drifted apart.
Between her chest, sultry face, and long, curly, dark brown hair with some red in it, so many people compared her to Jessica Rabbit that she had a strong desire to strangle that famous cartoon character.
her family grew richer and richer, she grew increasingly bored with her other
lovers. About the only people she met lately were other upper class
snobs from her part of town. There were many attractive men well versed
in having mistresses and lovers, and who knew how to keep such things a secret.
But it was all so formulaic that she no longer found any pleasure in it, aside
from the pure physical joy of having sex. She craved something more emotional,
more forbidden, and unpredictable.
Susan had a pure and innocent look to her that no doubt reflected her strict upbringing. She knew no sex other than the missionary position with her husband, who she had married straight out of high school. She'd never masturbated in her life, as she was taught it was a horrible sin.
And even though
her thirty-seven years made her only two years younger than Suzanne, she
looked much younger. It irked Suzanne that when they would go out together
Susan would sometimes get carded for alcohol but she never would.
In fact, Susan did about everything
she could to hide her tremendous beauty. She hid her dark brown eyes behind
a pair of bookish glasses, and wore conservative clothing that she hoped
would hide her hourglass figure. It was unusual for her to even be seen
in short sleeve shirts, despite the year-round heat where they lived in
Southern California. Suzanne was flattered when men openly admired her,
whereas it offended Susan's sense of morality and proper
Alan in particular was an outstanding child in every way. He was only a senior in high school, yet he already seemed to carry himself with a maturity of someone ten years older. He was extremely intelligent, caring, and friendly, although he was seen as a bit of a nerd as far as friends and hobbies were concerned. He was the kind of person who would gladly help an old lady cross the street because that was the way he was raised.
He only had one major flaw - a lack of energy.
He slept a lot at night, napped every afternoon, and when he wasn't sleeping
he often felt tired and lethargic. So his grades weren't as outstanding as some
others who worked harder and longer on their homework, but he mostly made
up for that with his high intelligence.
Additionally, not needing to work, Susan and Suzanne spent a large part of each day talking to each other, and of course they constantly discussed their children. Susan's two children and Suzanne's two children, Brad and Amy were born a little less than a year apart from each other and ended up in the same grade at school. From a young age, each mother heard all the gossip and news about the other's children. Both almost felt as if they were attending high school again along with their children in some ways.
And then there was Suzanne's growing desire for Alan. She had long loved him as much as she loved her own children, but like most everyone else, she considered him a nerd. She had never thought of him in a sexual way until about one year before. One day she was sitting by the Plummer's backyard pool and she happened to glimpse the outline of his erection through his bathing suit. She was amazed to discover that he had a very thick penis that she guessed was about eight inches long. After that, she started checking out his body more often and realized that he was filling out and turning into a man. Since that time, she'd patiently waited until he turned eighteen before starting to seduce him.
She had given a lot of thought about what she'd do once it was time to start her seduction. Although she could
see him all the time, there really was no opportunity for her to be alone
with him. Because Suzanne was so close to Susan and the
two women kept virtually no secrets from each other, she knew it would
be next to impossible for her to keep an affair with Alan secret for long.
And if it did happen and was exposed, she would risk losing her best friends:
Susan and her two children.
tell he was recklessly cheating on his wife. It was also clear to Suzanne's
experienced eye that he was regularly sleeping with his pretty nurse too.
Furthermore, she probed for gossip about him and discovered he'd had affairs
beyond counting. Obviously he took full advantage of his status as a good-looking
doctor to elevate cheating on his wife to an art form. Suzanne strongly
suspected the reason he became a doctor in the first place was for the
opportunities with women it provided.
I'll get him to say that Alan
has to have orgasms constantly, every day. Alan doesn't have a girlfriend
now, and since I know his life like the back of my hand, I know he won't
be getting a girlfriend any time soon either. So Alan will need "help" before too long, and I'll volunteer! Soon I'll be able to have sex with
him all the time, and his mother not only won't mind, but she'll thank
me for doing him a vital medical service!
Despite a show of protest he fell for it completely, as she
knew he would, and she played him like a puppet. Once he was on board
with the concept, he actually worked with her to refine her ideas and
give them more medical plausibility to reduce the chances of getting found
talked to him then about hormones and thyroid levels. He said that a hormonal
imbalance was often the cause of tiredness, but that such imbalances could
now be detected and rectified with the right medication. He was optimistic
that he could help Alan and restore his energy to equal that of anyone else his age.
The tests were done, and now the doctor wanted to discuss the results
with him and his mother.
Alan thought Akami was quite a beauty. He correctly guessed she was half Japanese and half Caucasian, because she had physical traits of both. Her facial features made her look both intelligent and intense, which she was. Alan guessed the raven-haired beauty was in her early thirties. In fact, she looked more like a doctor than the baby faced Dr. Fredrickson did, and the lab coat she wore made her look more like a doctor than a nurse.
To keep his mind away from his medical appointment, his eyes followed Akami's breasts around the room as she prepared things for the doctor, even though he couldn't see much of them through her coat.
He thought, Her breasts
aren't enormous like Mom's or Suzanne's, but they're generous for a Japanese
He pointed to two graphs in particular. Unbeknownst even to nurse Akami,
the doctor had come into the office the night before and altered Alan's test
results on the computer before printing out the charts.
Both Alan and his mother found the explanation logical
Alan looked up appreciatively towards her.
He nodded his head without raising it.
His mother was starting to grow incredulous. She never imagined that he masturbated at all.
In fact he did it twice
or more a day almost every day, but detecting his mother's tone, he shook
his head no in response to that. He didn't want her to think he was weird.
Doctor Fredrickson let that awful possibility hang in the air before continuing. "But there is another possible solution, one that would cause his body to naturally produce more of these hormones."
He paused, and nervously coughed. Up to this point, everything he said had a grain of truth in it - even Alan's test results were only exaggerated and not completely fabricated. Alan did really have very low thyroid levels, which no doubt explained his energy problem.
the doctor was moving into grounds that could cost him his license if his
lies were exposed. On the other hand, he figured these lies Suzanne had
thought up were at least clever and had a certain logical consistency
to them. He mentally crossed his fingers, hoping these two would buy it,
and pressed on.
doctor checked the chart, as if confirming his diagnosis."For Alan, I
would recommend that he stimulate his penis an average of six times a
day. More, if he can. But six is already a great amount, because one missed
day would mean twelve the next to make up for it, if you can imagine that.
Prolonged stimulation followed by orgasm will cause his body to begin
producing more sexual hormones within a matter of weeks. This in turn
is almost certainly guaranteed to raise his energy level and will have
none of the side effects of using pills, since it is a completely natural
Alan's mouth actually hung open. SIX times a day?! That's a lot! Every single day?!
The doctor continued, "I know that both of these solutions are not ideal. That's why I originally said that I had both good news and bad news. As your doctor, I would recommend the second solution, if Alan can manage it. The breast growth I mentioned for the first solution is just one of many possible negative side effects, all of which are of a disturbing sexual nature. I'd rather not describe them in detail unless necessary. If Alan can find himself a girlfriend quickly, and one who would be able to help, this second solution could actually be completely pleasurable for him, and virtually unnoticeable as a medical treatment. This is just a change of lifestyle."
He went on, "On the other hand, some people are morally opposed to masturbation and
or sex outside of marriage. So if that's the case, we still have the first
solution. Either way, I'm confident we can overcome his problem. But of
course the decision is up to you, Alan, and your parents."
Alan was quiet, and then blurted
out, "I want the second solution. I don't want to have big womanly breasts
or some weird stuff like that. I don't think there's anything morally
wrong with sexual stimulation, either. I know it's weird, but I want to
be a normal kid, and not be tired all the time!"
He added, "Third, and finally, contrary to popular belief, masturbation is not bad for you. You don't go blind."
The mother and son smiled nervous smiles at that.
"In fact, recent studies have shown that frequent masturbation will lower the risk of prostate cancer in later life, an effect that does not occur with a similar level of sexual intercourse. But given the high level of stimulation Alan will now need, if he masturbates himself six times a day, every single day of the year, it could lead to problems with his penis: chafing of the skin, unnatural bends, irregular polyps, and so forth. I highly recommend first, that Alan use KY Jelly or some other form of lubricant, and second, that at least half of the stimulation be done by someone else."
He continued, "In other words, for at least three
of his six times a day, he should get stimulated by a female manually
or, even better, orally. That would be ideal. The mouth creates the proper
level of friction without so much rough abuse of the skin. And of course
sexual penetration is also ideal and has no ill effects on the penis no
matter how frequently practiced."
part of her realized the stories of masturbation causing blindness were
myths, but she had still internalized the idea that masturbation was wrong
and somehow dangerous. This talk of dangerous polyps only gave medical backing to her fears.
She also was well aware that her son didn't have a girlfriend and was unlikely to get one soon. "What'll
we do?" she said imploringly. "I don't think Alan is anywhere
near finding a girl who can help him out like that!"
His lies were meant to
give a thin veneer of respectability that would allow her to seduce her
friend's son in the guise of giving him medically needed relief. "See
if there's anyone you know willing to help. Perhaps hire someone, if all
else fails. Or if you can't find any solution, you can always give up
and have Alan take the pills instead."
In fact, the pressure of this medical need is gonna make it that much
harder for me to find a girlfriend. How absurd would it be to ask a girl, "Could you please pleasure me six times a day? I need it for my medical
treatment." No one would agree to that, or even three times a day - that would be completely
Suddenly, a new and even more disturbing thought occurred
to her, as she recalled his revelation that he masturbated every day. "Doctor, how do we know that his um, private part is not already
malformed from his, uh, attentions?" The straight-laced mother couldn't
even get herself to say the words "penis" and "masturbating."
Susan grabbed two chairs, sat in one, and then gave the other for the doctor to sit in.
They both leaned in towards Alan's penis.
Susan pretended to be following the doctor's orders,
but in fact she closed her eyes tight. She just couldn't bear to look at her own son's penis, even if it was flaccid. She was fairly sure it was some kind of sin.
Wait a minute! the doctor suddenly thought to himself. All this stuff about low
hormones is made up, but I'm starting to believe it myself! I'm getting
so into the lie that I've even tricked myself, so I certainly must have
With the doctor's eyes on her, she was forced to open her eyes and look at Alan's crotch.
He motioned to the mother as if she should grab Alan's penis and make it grow somehow.
The Plummer household was extremely careful about nudity, and she hadn't seen her son naked since he was a very little boy. Neither had he seen her naked or even partially undressed in all that time.
She briefly glanced at his penis, and
even though it was flaccid, she felt her heart leap into her throat in
shock and embarrassment. She turned away to listen to the doctor.
The doctor could see the idea was a no-go. "All right then, let's see..." Ah yes, the nurse. This is what
she is for. "If you don't mind, can we bring in the nurse, and
she can show you the procedure? I hesitate to bring in more people on
Alan's problem, but I see no other choice."
Meanwhile, Susan grabbed Alan's hand and squeezed it in a sign of support. "Be strong, Son. Don't worry, everything is going to be all right."
Alan finally looked up and into her eyes and smiled. Her encouragement gave him strength to continue with this humiliation, even though her hand was trembling.
never fear," she continued, "I won't let anyone find out about
this. It all will work out fine."
Susan pulled her eyes away from her brief inspection of her son's crotch, but not before Akami noticed where the mother was staring.
Akami stared at Susan with a knowing look.
Susan's heart nearly stopped, she was so terrified that the nurse would say something.
But the nurse
just continued to smile, and kept her mouth shut.
The doctor knew that Akami could be
trusted not to tell anyone else because, he thought, She's kept my affair
with her completely secret, for one. But what will she think or do with
the information herself? Surely as a medical professional, she'll have
doubts about the whole made-up story. Is she going to give me a hard time
about this later?
Alan was too shocked to even respond to that.
The nurse herself raised a curious eyebrow. Dr. Fredrickson had told her a little bit just before she came in, but she didn't fully understand what was going on.
The doctor took the ensuing silence for a yes. "I'm sorry Alan and Mrs. Plummer, but I see no other solution. Do you see one, Mrs. Plummer?"
Susan was too stunned to speak.
"No? Well then, let's try to hurry this
up. Your appointment is already taking much longer than expected. Akami,
if you would please...?"
But Alan's dick initially failed to revive. His mind was too
frazzled to fully comprehend what was happening. Like a minute ago
I was just thinking that I was falling in love with Akami, and now she's
suddenly holding my penis? Unreal! This isn't happening!
Sure enough, Alan's penis was sticking out its full length in a matter of seconds, thanks mostly to Akami's suggestive words.
Akami realized that the doctor purposely cut her off before she got too
nasty with her talk. She loved slutty talk during sex, but understood now
wasn't the best time, especially with the obviously prudish Mrs. Plummer sitting next to her.
She removed her hands from Alan's erection.
Akami took one hand and placed it at the base of the cock, while her other hand resumed rubbing his penis at the sensitive spot near the tip.
The doctor narrated, "She will use her thumb to press against every bit of the surface, and check for polyps or anything else, like an unusual protrusion. Her other hand, I suppose... is making sure that the erection is steadily maintained."
Akami's other hand was doing just that, repeatedly pressing on the most sensitive and arousing spot for males, on the underside of the penis just below the penis head.
Dr. Fredrickson thought disapprovingly to himself, That isn't really necessary at this point Akami, but if you ask a horny bitch to rub a cock, she's going to do a thoroughly good job about it!
Suzanne had asked him to tell them a story about "checking for abnormalities" so that could serve as a foot in the door for her helping with Alan's penis in the future. But the doctor didn't count on having Akami actually perform it in front of them.
Alan thought, This is insanity! Am I going out of my mind, or is this a dream, or a nightmare, or what?! I can't believe my mom is sitting right here. I can't even stand to look at what she's doing. If I cum, I'm gonna die of shame. But how can I not cum this very second, the way Akami is fondling me? He struggled with all his might to control himself, but he didn't know how. The best he could do was keep his eyes closed and try to think unsexy thoughts, but that was nearly impossible because he was simply too aroused.
Might as well make the most of the opportunity, she
thought. This is a nice dick. She'd never touched a penis in her several years of professional
duties as Dr. Fredrickson's nurse, except of course for Dr. Fredrickson's.
She figured the chance might not come again soon.
He was in exquisite agony, as she took her sweet time to complete the "procedure." He kept his eyes shut tight to forget all the people staring at him, and the intense feelings she was making him experience soon pushed his embarrassment out of his mind.
Before long, Akami had finished exploring every last bit of his erection, which meant that technically speaking, the procedure was over. But since the doctor didn't tell or motion her to stop, she kept stroking. Only now she didn't even make a pretense of performing a medical procedure, and increasingly did it just for Alan's pleasure, and her own. She'd never been in such a situation before, but found it quite arousing. She had to fight to try to keep her breathing at least somewhat normal, if only for appearances.
The fact that it's so... big... and throbbing... Well, that really, never mind about that. I just need to check on this procedure, which, if I didn't know better, looks awfully sexual.
kept staring at it, and then turning away. But after a while it became
clear no one was paying attention to what she was looking at, least of
all Alan who still had his eyes firmly shut, so she started gawking more openly.
The doctor continued to ramble on about what to look for, unnatural bends and so forth, but in fact, Susan couldn't focus on his words. He could have been speaking Swahili, for all she knew. Soon, her mouth was only about a foot from the tip of her son's penis.
She began to idly think, It's so close. I could almost reach out and touch it. Just like what the nurse is doing. ... No, not like that! That's too sexual. But just to touch it, just to see... Do penises really get this big? I thought my husband's was typical, but this is maybe twice the size of Ron's!
But right then, she noticed that all movement had stopped. She came out of her mental fog enough to hear the doctor say to the nurse, "Thank you, Ms. Fubuki. Sorry for making you go through that."
Akami pulled back and sat back in her seat. She was so excited that she couldn't hide her panting, nor the flushed look on her face. It wasn't every day she got to play with a teenaged boy's privates, let alone in front of an audience like this.
Susan sat back so as well, in imitation. She was still completely transfixed by Alan's erection though, so she didn't even notice how blatantly aroused Akami was.
He found the idea of that happening intensely arousing and had to steel himself from cumming, even though he wasn't being stroked any more.
Finally, he regained some semblance of control over his still very excited erection. He opened his eyes up and looked around. He noticed Susan was intently staring at the ceiling. Huh, that's funny. Akami and Mom both look like they're, well ... bothered or something. Embarrassed? Is that why their faces are red and they're huffing and puffing like that? Did I do something wrong? Maybe my mom is angry with me? But why? I'm just following orders.
The doctor seems pretty calm and collected, though. That was weird, though. Was that really some kind of medical procedure? I hope the doctor's not gay.
Dr. Fredrickson in fact stood a ways
off and had tried to look in the direction of Alan's penis as little as possible. He was very uncomfortable with the whole situation, but the lure of Suzanne's voluptuous body still drove him on.
Alan had grown flaccid upon seeing all the people around him, but Akami's renewed attentions soon took care of that. In all the times he'd masturbated, he'd never played with his balls, but now he found they could be a very powerful erogenous zone. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and again found his mind overwhelmed by sheer pleasure.
A couple times, the doctor asked Alan to cough. He was trying to keep up at least a vague pretense that a scrotum check was being conducted.
However, Akami had other ideas. She used one hand to massage his balls and the other began stroking his penis again.
Neither Alan nor his mother stopped to consider why she was doing
this, since there was no real need to maintain his erection at this point,
but both of them were having an incredibly difficult time thinking straight about anything.
Alan and Susan were lost in their own worlds and completely oblivious about the non-verbal battle going on between doctor and nurse.
Finally, just as Alan felt he could take no more and would shoot his jism all over the crowded room, the doctor announced that the testicular check was done. There was no way Akami could avoid that, so her hands reluctantly brought their rubbing to a halt.
Soon the situation was back to normal. The mood of forbidden sexual excitement in the room slowly faded.
Alan was incredibly relieved that the doctor asked him to put his underwear back on.
Dr. Fredrickson had let all the stroking and fondling go on so long mostly to test Susan's reaction. He could tell she was aroused, but just how much? He couldn't help but notice the great curves under all her clothes and wondered if it might be possible to somehow lay her too. Hot damn! Between Suzanne and Alan's mother here, I don't know if I've ever seen two sexier women in my life. And that's with all these layers of clothes still on. What would either of them look like naked? I shudder to think. But unfortunately Susan here is married and I don't know how to deal with the prudish and faithful types. If only I could take advantage of her obvious intense lust right now, but how?
thought to himself, I have to admit, this is all really turning me
on. I guess I'm just a randy goat, like everyone says. I especially liked seeing
the looks on the faces of Akami and Alan's mother. Susan is so gorgeous,
and the way she looks so painfully tortured but secretly aroused by her
own son is such a turn on. I wish I had a picture of how she looked when
I asked her to touch her son's penis. I must be a twisted fuck, but why
don't I just drag this out a little more? I'll say we have to measure
the penis, and hey, we can even ask for a sperm sample. And who knows, if I keep stoking Susan's fire through her son, maybe I'll eventually get a piece of her myself.
"Correct," Dr. Fredrickson said in a neutral tone. "Oh, and I'm being so forgetful today. Naturally, we'll need a sperm sample as well."
Alan was puzzled. He thought the point was to measure his erection, but now that he was fully erect, Akami just continued stroking and stroking.
Dr. Fredrickson, trying to draw things out some more, said to Akami, "Nurse, make sure he's at his maximum length." He turned to Susan. "A lot of people assume that a male reaches the same length with each erection. Not true. One erection can be significantly longer and harder than another. We need the absolute maximum for our records."
"I see," Susan said, her voice quivering with excitement. She was completely transfixed by the site of Akami's hands sliding up and down, up and down, hypnotically. She no longer paid any attention to who might notice her staring. Her nipples were so erect they hurt. (That actually validated the doctor's point in her mind, because she guessed that her nipples were more erect than they'd ever been before).
The doctor said, "Nurse, why don't you, uh, say some suggestive things to make sure we get the best measurement."
"Yes, doctor," she replied clinically. Then her voice turned to complete lust as she said to Alan, "Kiddo, you've got a really nice dick here. I just love to stroke it. It looks tasty, too. Phew" - she exhaled loudly and strongly, making sure the air blew right onto the sensitive skin at the top of his erection. "I wonder what it would be like to put it in my mouth. What if I sucked on it like a lollipop, would you like that? Would you shoot a big load down my-"
"THANK you!" Dr. Fredrickson interrupted rudely, shutting Akami up. He'd been closely watching Susan's reaction, and it looked like she was so shocked by Akami's words that she was about to pass out. He knew things had gone too far too fast, so he tried to tone it down. He added in a more normal voice, "I think we can definitely say it's at maximum length, or close to it. Time to measure, but damn! Where's my ruler? Just a second, I think it's in the other room. Please keep him like that till I get back. I'm so forgetful today."
After the doctor left, Akami gave Alan a sexy wink. She kept on stroking with one hand, and fondling his balls with the other.
Alan hadn't been thinking about Akami's feelings, he cluelessly assumed she was just a nurse doing her job. But between the wink and her arousing words, it suddenly occurred to him that
the whole procedure might be more than a little exciting for her in some way as well. For a
complete virgin like Alan, this was easily the most sexual experience
he'd ever had. He was staggered by that realization that he was somehow giving someone else sexual pleasure as well.
Akami had devilish timing. It seemed to Alan that if she would have stroked him another second or two, he would have completely emptied his balls of all his cum. But for long moments she merely held him lightly at the tip while she measured his penis.
She finally announced, "Seven and three-fourths inches, doctor. Maybe seven and seven-eighths."
"Let's call it eight," the doctor said generously.
Alan himself didn't know until that moment how long it was. I guess
that's better than normal, he thought to himself, not really sure
what normal was. He had some vague notion that six was average, but on the other hand, all the boys in the porn stories he read on the Internet seemed to have nine or ten inch ones, and even though he figured there was some exaggeration there, the stories had left him with the impression that penises that long were a lot more common than they really were.
Interestingly, he gave little or no thought about his mother. For years now, he'd considered her off limits as an object of masturbatory fantasy. He might have felt differently if he had some glimmer of how intensely she'd been staring at his penis, but his eyes had been closed throughout most of his examination, or he'd been staring at Akami and her hands.
He did think of Susan after he was done, but only in terms of guilt. She was so prudish and religiously conservative that he had a strong feeling that he'd have to suffer through a long lecture about the evils of masturbation and sex in general all the way home.
Susan's face grew red as she considered the implications. So did Alan's. Little
did they know how much Suzanne already knew.
She was furiously trying to think of what
she would tell her best friend. She was grateful that no one else was around because she felt like sin was clearly written on her face. In fact
it was after 5:00 p.m., since their appointment had taken much longer than
the few minutes it was supposed to.
That question made both Alan and Susan blush. Neither had the guts to explain.
Suzanne prodded, "You were in there a long time, Sweetie." (That was her affectionate nickname for Alan.) "What were you doing all
"It went well!"
he said suddenly, as he plastered a big, fake smile on his face and tried to bluff his way through. "The
doctor said that I could be treated, and that I would be having a lot
more energy in a short time, even though the treatment would be a bit,
uh, unusual..." He began to frown and blush as he considered that
Suzanne was like Alan's second parent - much more so than Alan's own father. Alan even frequently called her "Aunt Suzy," although she wasn't actually related. The thought hadn't crossed anyone's minds to consult Alan's father about their decision today, and he probably couldn't have been reached by phone overseas any time soon even if they tried.
Alan and Susan both knew that there was no way that the
truth could be kept from Suzanne for long. Once she wanted something,
she almost always got her way, and she clearly wanted to know about their
appointment. But both were too shy to actually explain at that moment, especially since they were in
a public place.
Susan jumped a little in fright.
The nurse said, "Mrs. Suzanne Pestridge? The doctor is
ready to see you."
Susan was greatly relieved. If the doctor broke the news to Suzanne, that meant she didn't have to. She prayed though, that the doctor kept his explanation clinical.
Lacking an immediate response from him, Akami continued, "We're next to a nursing home, and almost all your patients are old. But then suddenly you have this young man, and now this sexy woman, scheduled back to back. And they're scheduled right when the receptionist left early, and this patient is here after hours to boot. I just checked and there's no paperwork on either of their cases. None at all! Not to mention, rubbing a penis is hardly normal procedure for an ears, nose, and throat specialist like yourself! You warned me to 'roll with the punches' but I wasn't expecting THAT!"
She asked with increasing indignation, "What the hell is
going on? Don't tell me that was a normal check up you just did. Some
bizarre story about how that young man has to orgasm six times a day,
which I've never seen in any medical literature, and then you have me
rub his penis for such a long time! Not that I minded that last part at
all. But you've never done anything remotely like this!"
Akami frowned skeptically.
He continued, "The woman, Mrs. Pestridge, told me she has had a series of unsatisfying affairs and is in love with Alan. So she'll be happy. It's win-win for everyone. And it will be done in a way so that the mother Susan not only won't be upset, but she'll be positively appreciative of her friend's help. The odds of getting caught are nearly zero, because she's in on it and can influence whatever the other two think. I have to admit, it's a pretty brilliant plan. So why not? No harm, no foul, right?"
"But will those two really buy it? Are they that dumb?"
"Hmm," Akami huffed. "It's a good thing you're not as scheming as that wily woman. Otherwise, you'd get yourself a young clientele and
be fucking every patient that came in the door before long."
Akami finished taking her bra off and began masturbating before
he even left the room. That was smoking hot today! Alan was so innocent that teasing him couldn't be more devilishly fun. I'll be great to it again, plus a lot more. And Wilt is a cad, but he's my cad. I can't wait for the good doctor to come back here and give me the love injection I so desperately need!
Susan was mostly thinking about the wisdom (or lack thereof) in telling
Suzanne everything. She hoped the doctor toned it down and didn't describe how long her son's penis had been stroked by the nurse. But images of that stroking kept intruding on her thoughts. She didn't really consciously think of it
as her son's penis, per se. She was just so blown away by the idea of
any penis being massaged at all, that she couldn't get past that.
Unlike her naughty best friend
Suzanne, Susan had hardly even given a thought to having an affair. Several
years earlier, Suzanne had picked someone out for Susan and pushed her
to have an affair, but Susan found she couldn't go through with it. She
had been conditioned against it far too strongly. She really didn't miss her husband sexually that much when he was on his long trips because she honestly didn't think about sex that much.
She was so absorbed by these problems that she hardly gave any thought to the wisdom of choosing one of the doctor's "solutions" for Alan's "problem" over the other, or
foregoing the whole thing. She didn't even consider the possibility
that the doctor had been putting them on. After all, virtually everyone instinctively
trusts a doctor, especially when the doctor has a nurse who is in complete
He looked over at her. She seems a bit wigged out, to be honest. She's probably really going to tear into me later.
I can't believe it'll take a whole month! he
thought over and over in the car.
The main reason he had never kissed a girl was because he was only attracted to one girl at his school. Her name was Christine Anderssen, and they were reasonably good acquaintances, since they shared most of the same classes. But he hadn't let on at all that he was interested in her, and he was convinced that she wasn't romantically interested in him. She was both very beautiful and intelligent, so much so that he was convinced she was "out of his league."
No doubt, Mom will insist
I immediately ask someone out. What will I do? How can I get out of
it? It'll be a miracle if Christine wants to go out with me in the first
place. The idea that she would then ever agree to sexually satisfy me
three or more times a day is completely laughable!
"I know this may be a bit much for you, Son, but let's get it over with already and then let things get back to normal, okay? This is clearly something you're going to need, if not now then down the line, so let's be done with it. You go pick out some magazines, and I'll get some videos for you. Bring the magazines to me, and I'll pay for them."
She continued, "I would normally
never be caught dead buying this dirty stuff, but I'd do anything to
help you out, Tiger. I'll get embarrassed standing in front of the cashier
so you don't have to. We'll both have to help each other out to get
through this awkward phase, but I'm sure it will all be back to normal
soon enough again. Since Suzanne knows, I'm sure she'll do everything
she can to help you out, too."
Katherine (who Susan had nicknamed "Angel") was not only Alan's sister, but also his very close friend and a junior in the same high school, so she was bound to find out what would be happening before too long. Alan, Susan, Suzanne and Katherine were all close as could be to each other, and Suzanne's daughter Amy was usually right there with them as well.
Katherine will find out one way or another. No doubt she'll feel really badly for him and want to help him out, but how can she? I hope and pray she doesn't offer to help Alan attain sexual relief somehow. No way! I'll forbid it, and in any case she would never suggest such a thing. I can't believe I'm even having these thoughts. She's his sister - that's totally sick! Even though they technically aren't related, it's still sick.
wasn't fertile, and both Alan and Katherine were adopted not long after
birth. Funnily enough, even though they weren't related to each other
or their parents, they all bore a certain physical likeness to each
other. For instance, they all had the same dark brown hair.
After dinner, her husband Eric
and her two children, Brad and Amy, would all scurry away to their respective
rooms and go back to doing whatever it was they were doing before dinner.
Then Suzanne would usually go over to the Plummer's house. Sometimes
Amy would come over as well, especially since Katherine and Amy were as close or closer than most sisters.
They all sat down and began talking.
Susan said it would be better if Katherine attended as well, so she went to find her.
Suzanne meanwhile called a restaurant for take out food for her own family. She realized this discussion was likely to take a while, given that Katherine was involved.
Alan was fairly shocked that Katherine would be told the secret as well,
but he kept silent about it. When he thought about it, he realized she would learn about it one way another so it was best to get it all out in the open.
Susan gave an extremely edited version of the appointment, focusing on the medical discussion and strange diagnosis.
Suzanne knew better from a brief but more honest accounting Dr. Fredrickson had given her, but she didn't let on what she knew.
Suzanne in particular made a couple of surprisingly off color masturbation jokes, which everyone thought were hilarious.
For instance, Susan made the comment, "I'm not worried - I'm sure Alan will have a girlfriend soon who
can help out with this situation. Soon he'll be beating them off with
Even Suzanne could hardly believe she said that. But she thought to herself, It's high time this bunch starts to loosen up sexually in a big way. I need to start chipping away, and even little jokes like that will help.
Alan, naturally, was mortified by any reference to
his masturbation whatsoever.
When the group broke up and people started to head to their own rooms, Katherine said, "Alan, we know what you're going to have to do right now in there!"
Everyone laughed some more.
He turned red faced and glum, but didn't let them
Like her mother, she had long,
straight, dark brown hair and brown eyes. She had generous breasts,
though they couldn't compare with the behemoths of Suzanne or her mother.
She was now five foot eleven, the same as her mother and two inches
short of Alan, and threatening to grow more.
She worried she wasn't pretty enough, because not
many boys asked her out. Feeling awkward about her body, she tried to hide
it. Ironically, this was a vicious circle, because guys generally were
put off by her prudish dress and demeanor. Even though it was obvious through her clothes that she had a fit and curvy body, the boys assumed she was some kind of religious nut and she'd never put out.
As Alan walked upstairs after the group meeting, he thought, Having Katherine rub my penis would be just as mind-blowing as having Suzanne or Susan do it. But no way would that ever happen. She's so demure and refined. Even though she is quite a cutie. Those cheerleading outfits are so scandalously revealing! She's in shape, that's for sure. Those legs... I shouldn't even be thinking these thoughts, not even as a fantasy...
Oh my gosh
- what am I doing thinking of Susan or Suzanne helping me that way,
for that matter?! Sis is always teasing me about being a weirdo, for
this or that small thing. I must really BE a weirdo to be thinking
like this. I have to get my mind out of the gutter, now!
He thought to himself, It's
no joke. I really do have to masturbate tonight, and then six more times
tomorrow, and six every day after that. Six frigging times! No wonder my mom got me all
this porno stuff. I mean, I enjoy doing this, but I don't think I've
ever actually done it six times in one day in my life! I guess I really am some
kind of asexual, hormone-deprived freak. I don't think this is going
to work, but I have to give it a try.
turned off the lights and got naked under his bed sheets - the only
way he was used to masturbating - and began thinking about Akami. He
knew that with the thought of her hands so lovingly caressing his penis
fresh in his mind, he didn't need porn videos or magazines.
"Hey Big Brother, Mom says it's time for dinner." It was Katherine.
That quickly made him flaccid.
for a response, but after not getting one quickly, she queried, "Alan,
are you in there?"
He realized, I'll have to pace myself through the day, every day, if I'm gonna make my goals. I'll have to masturbate immediately upon waking every morning, and then, ideally, once more before going to school. School ran from eight in the morning until three in the afternoon, and he saw no chances for sexual relief during those hours. So that means I still have to do it four more times in the evening or afternoon after getting home. That's a lot of times! There's just no way, especially since I don't even have a girlfriend.
Normally he got home and immediately
took a nap, so he could masturbate again before falling asleep and
then after waking up. That would still leave two or three more times. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I should try to masturbate again before
returning to sleep. That could help me to save up a "surplus" for days when I'm below average. ... I wonder ... how soon until I become
tired of all this masturbating? There's just no way I can do it every
day. No friggin' way.
Out loud, she cried, "Push it! Deep!" She closed her eyes
and decided it would be more bearable if she imagined it were Alan on
top of her. She knew many sexual tricks to increase a man's pleasure, but didn't use any of them. She didn't want the doctor to get too attracted to her.
She also was a great actress. For instance, Alan didn't have the slightest clue she was interested in him; there was no flirtation, nothing. She wanted to keep it that way, until it was time for the next phase of her scheme.
CHAPTER 10 (Tuesday, Sept. 17 - Sunday, Sept. 22)
Alan managed to keep his masturbation sessions completely private and no one said anything, to his great relief.
His family was so shy about talking about such things that the additional discussion they should have had about his situation was put off until the next day, and then put off again, and again.
Really it required
Suzanne to be the initiator for this kind of thing, but she thought, I'll wait a couple of days, so the others can begin to get a sense
of what six times a day really means. Then I'll be able to steer the
talk and action better. The more time that goes by, the more receptive
the others will be to my naughty ideas, heh-heh.
Suzanne, of course, was hoping for that outcome all along. Susan still was oblivious on a conscious level, though she was starting to see her son in a sexual way on a deeper level. Amy was also oblivious, because her mother Suzanne had a hard time thinking of her in a sexual way and so had made sure that Amy didn't know what was going on.
That left Katherine. She had a secret she buried so deep that not even the very perceptive Suzanne had realized it. Namely, she lusted after her brother.
On the surface, this seemed very unlikely. What would one of the school's beautiful new cheerleaders find arousing in her nerdy and sexually clueless brother? But Suzanne wasn't the only one who'd noticed the recent changes in Alan's body. All that swimming and tennis had done him good. Furthermore, she just loved him all around as a person. They'd pretty much been best friends since they could talk. She always found herself comparing the boys she went out with to her brother, and the other boys always came up wanting.
As a result, she had little interest in other boys. She'd been dating recently mostly because it was what she was expected to do. Cheerleaders didn't just stay home every night. She dressed conservatively mostly out of some sense that she was keeping herself for Alan.
Yet at the same time, she was deeply ashamed by these feelings because she figured Alan would never reciprocate. Her low self-confidence was a big reason for the depth of her pessimism. But she also figured that even if he did, to get intimate with him would break her mother's heart. Even if Susan never found out, Katherine loved Susan so much that she would have felt terribly guilty about what she would think.
But with Alan's medical diagnosis, Katherine began to realize she might have an excuse to help Alan cum, and her mother not only might not get upset, but could theoretically approve of the idea.
She was still very tentative, but ideas and fantasies began to form. She'd always dressed conservatively at home as well as outside because she'd been trying to suppress her impossible love. But now she started to dress a bit more provocatively.
Previously, she'd made a conscious effort to hide her luscious body around him, because she figured that if Alan started lusting after her, that would only make her own lusts harder to bear. Even though she frequently swam in their backyard pool to stay in shape, she went out of her way to only swim when he wasn't at home.
"Sis!" he exclaimed. "What are YOU doing here?"
She stood before him, dripping wet in a dark blue one-piece bathing suit. "Um, I live here," she giggled. "And I believe it's called swimming in the pool."
"I know that, but geez... I mean, it's just..." He couldn't figure out to say what he really wanted to ask her, which was why was she violating the unspoken but well known rule not to show any "skin" around each other.
Even though her bathing suit was shockingly conservative by Southern California standards, it showed off much more of his sister than Alan was used to seeing. Her slick wetness and hard nipples jutting through the suit made her look even more desirable in his eyes than the few times he'd seen her in her cheerleading outfit. Plus, he usually saw her in that outfit from a distance, but now she was standing jut a couple of feet away.
His penis grew hard and now he had a big problem in trying to hide that bulge from her eyes. Rather than ask any questions, he decided for quick action and dove into the pool.
Katherine was amused and flattered at how flustered he was. She was even more flattered to see the outline of his erection before he launched himself into the water. She immediately resolved to show herself off to him a lot more in the near future.
As Alan swam, he snuck peeks of Katherine drying herself off with a big yellow towel by the side of the pool. He thought, I've tried so hard - for years! - not to think about Sis or Mom in a sexual way. God knows they're both gorgeous enough. Too gorgeous. And now this. Sis not only didn't scurry off like I would have expected, but she was practically flaunting her stuff as she stood there defiantly in front of me. Maaaaan... I hope this doesn't mean I'm going to have more incestuous dreams. I hate it when that happens.
He looked over where she was still drying herself off. Dang! Sis is built! I just pray she's not showing herself off on purpose to help me out with my new medical treatment. If she does, I'm so screwed. I can't allow myself to think of her or Mom that way. I can't!
But the next day, nearly the exact same thing happened when Alan came home and wanted to go swimming again. He knew something was up for sure, but he still couldn't figure out how to talk about such an awkward subject.
The next night, four nights after Alan's diagnosis, Alan burst into Katherine's room to ask her a question. Her room was right across the hall from his, and since he'd heard music playing, he hadn't bothered to knock. "Hey, Sis," he started to say, but then the words stuck in his throat.
Katherine turned to the door where he still stood and smiled at him. "Yes? Cat got your tongue?"
Alan blushed. "Um, no, er, well, uh..." His flaccid penis rocketed into a fully erect position within seconds. He was more worried over how he could adjust his shorts to cover up the blatantly obvious bulge that had formed there than he was thinking of what to say.
She giggled. "Something wrong?"
Suddenly he blurted out, "I'm so sorry!" But he couldn't stop staring. Dang! Sis is HOT! And shit! I can see her nipples and everything! This is a thousand times worse than seeing her in that blue bathing suit. DAMN!
"Sorry? What for? Your face is turning all red. Oh, I know what it is. You're probably not used to seeing me dressed in something like this."
"No," he squeaked out. "No, I'm not."
She giggled some more. "I guess I'm flattered then. You don't mind, do you?"
He shook his head no vigorously. Otherwise, he continued to stand there like an idiot, wondering how obvious his erection looked and if his sister had noticed it yet. He was slowly trying to put a hand in a pocket without her noticing. Shit. I am so in lust right now. This is probably gonna cost me years of therapy when I'm older. But I can't help it! My sister is a cheerleader, and she's so close to being naked!
She giggled. "I'll take it that you like." Seeing him nod just as enthusiastically, she smiled, then turned a bit more serious. "The thing is, I was thinking... It's kind of odd for Mom and I to dress like nuns when you're spanking the monkey every hour, don't you think?"
Alan was shocked. "Sis! What did you just say? Are you trying to humiliate me?"
"No! Not at all. You know I'd never hurt you. A bad attempt at a joke. Sorry. But it's still a fact, isn't it. If you're gonna loosen up sexually, why can't I? We're becoming adults. Why do I always have to dress like I just stepped in from a blizzard? Frankly, this is a lot more comfy."
"Um..." Alan didn't know what to say to that. "Good point," he finally managed. Eager to change the topic, he sat down in a chair and asked the question he'd come in for. In the process, he also managed to hide his erection by sitting down.
But Katherine didn't miss his big bulge. Not by a long shot. When he'd gone, she thought, A-ha! He DOES find me sexy. It's just a matter of how I dress. Or not dress, heh-heh! Cool! I just love giving him those insta-boners, heh-heh.
But then she paused and thought, But where am I going with this? Aren't I just torturing myself, bringing myself closer to what can never be?
She answered her own question, True, but this isn't just for me. I'll bet he goes back to his room and he DOES spank his monkey. And maybe that helps him reach his six times target a little bit easier. Isn't that what friends are for?
She waited a couple of minutes, then snuck across the hall and put her ear to her brother's door. She couldn't hear anything, but then she got a cup and put it to the door and her ear to it. Sure enough, she just barely made out a dull rhythmic thumping.
Flush with that success, she made it a habit to dress very casually before school (where she might run into Alan coming or going to the bathroom but not Susan, since Susan had her own bathroom), and after dinner (where, again, she was unlikely to run into Susan instead). In fact, two nights later, she took things a bit further. Again playing music on her stereo after dinner, she hoped that Alan would come into her room for some reason or another.
Eventually he did, but he was a mannered boy, and remembering what happened last time, he was careful to knock.
Katherine sprang into action. She stood up and began undressing.
Alan, assuming from the music that she had to be awake but probably on the phone since she didn't respond, just walked in. He caught her in the process of taking off her lacy and partially transparent underwear (actually, she'd been frozen in that position until she heard the door open). He was mortified at violating her privacy like that.
But she acted like there was no problem. She hooked her bra strap back on her shoulder and pulled her panties up as she replied, "Oh, hi Big Bro. I didn't hear you there. What's up?"
"Oh sorry! Geez."
She nervously joked, "We have to stop meeting like this."
"Oh man! I'm sooo sorry! Really, really sorry. I'd better go." He turned and started to close the door.
But Katherine said, "Hold on! Where are you going?"
Alan froze and turned back, but he kept a hand over his eyes like she was the sun and he was trying prevent himself from going blind by staring in her direction. "Um, I just had a question. Sorry for barging in like that. I'll go now."
She giggled, pleased at his chivalry. But she barked, "Nonsense. Take your hand down, unless you think I'm too ugly to look at."
"But you're wearing undies," he protested. The fingers on his eyes were spreading just a bit, allowing him to peek through some.
"So? You could see more of me in a bikini in the backyard pool. So what's up?"
Alan took his hand away and tried in vain not to stare. Even though she had her underwear securely in place, he could see the dark patch where her bush was, and there were other dark marks allowing him to know just where her nipples were.
He couldn't figure things out. She had never worn underwear like that before, nor did she wear nightgowns like the one she had on earlier. Strangest of all was that she didn't mind him staring at her. Though he couldn't find an explanation, the more he thought and the more he looked, the more aroused he became.
And so they talked while Alan against tried to hide a raging erection. Only now it was starting to hit him what a gorgeous sister he had.
Bikinis and pools played a big part in Katherine's new efforts. It seemed like every time he went for a swim, she was usually right there.
It was a gradual process, but he was starting to see her in a new way. True, he'd secretly lusted for her in the past, but he truly did fight it. She (and Susan) were always so bundled up that he could keep his forbidden lusts in check. But now, Katherine was on display so frequently and so impressively that he found it harder and harder to get her out of his mind. In short, his resistance was wearing down.
Meanwhile, Suzanne had been waiting for the right time to make her next move. The doctor's appointment had been on a Monday, but it wasn't until nearly
a week later that she deemed it time to move forward.
task was made easier when Susan began the discussion. The two mothers
sat with Alan and Katherine in the living room after a TV show they
all had been watching just ended. Susan and Katherine were dressed normally, but Suzanne was dressed to the nines in a silky black evening gown.
Katherine's new status as a varsity cheerleader
automatically made her very popular with the guys, so suddenly she had no shortage
of guys wanting to date her. But she'd turned down all but the most refined and respectable
Alan was floored by that, and nearly completely forgot about his current crisis. "Um, ah..." he stammered. His penis started to grow erect.
Susan insisted, "We could help you find someone, Tiger. We HAVE to find someone. You just can't handle this ... medical situation ... all by yourself."
Suzanne cut in. She went forward, bent over, put her hand on Alan's knee, and said, "No, you're going to need help reaching your daily climaxes. A lot of help. But don't worry, I'll lend a hand." Her hand on his knee started to stroke its way up and down Alan's leg, mostly up.
Alan found himself fully hard as he noticed the way Suzanne was stroking his thigh to the way he'd sometimes dreamed of her stroking his erection. And with her leaning over him, he couldn't help but notice how hard and protruding her nipples that way. He idly wondered what made them that way.
But Susan tore him back to his predicament by saying, "See? Everyone here is so eager to help you. Between Suzanne and I,
we can put our radar out there, and find out if there's someone who
likes you. Katherine, you could help with that too, couldn't you?"
"Aaaargh!" Alan exclaimed as his teacher's name was mentioned. Between what was being discussed and the way Suzanne was practically coming on to him, he hardly knew up from down.
Susan spoke up, "We all know, Tiger. Suzanne and I were talking about it just the other day, in fact. I'm afraid your heart is an
open book around here."
Alan was both relieved and disappointed that Suzanne stopped stroking his leg to raise her hand. She partly made up for it by striking another sexy pose, though.
"Sorry, Bro," Katherine started to say.
But Alan cut her off. "Look. What you're asking for is impossible. Impossible!"
Suzanne bent over him again, practically touching his face with her dangling and barely contained breasts. She put a hand on his shoulder and another on his thigh. "Sweetie, please? Pretty please? Won't you try, for me?"
Alan couldn't think straight. Suzanne's hands seemed to be all over him, gently coaxing and stroking. Her perfume was fogging his brain and she was staring right into his eyes. He worried that her wandering hands would soon come across his protruding erection. If she touched him there, he was liable to cum on the spot, and that would be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to him. To his great alarm, one of her hands was just inches away from his bulge, and getting close.
He suddenly blurted out, "All right, all right! I know that you all are going to keep pressuring me
and pressuring me until I give in and ask someone out. So I'd better
do it sooner rather than later and get it over with. I'll ask Christine
A short time later, Susan cornered Suzanne in the kitchen for a private chat. "Um, Suzanne, I, uh... I couldn't help but notice that you're wearing a fancy evening gown. ... And, uh, you're not going to any kind of charity ball or something like that later, are you?"
"And, uh, you seemed to be, um, around Alan earlier, well..." Susan was blushing profusely and was too embarrassed to ask what she wanted to.
Susan saw her friend's plight and helped out with straight talk. "Susan, yes, I'm dressing that way on purpose around Alan, to help him reach his daily target. But it's not only that. I've told you many times before that if you want to get a man to do something, you need to use your feminine wiles and attributes. He was adamant about not asking out Christine until I turned on the charm. Then he crumbled like a cookie. Did you see?"
"I did. But is that, uh..."
"Susan, that's a form a helping out, too. When you know what you want, you just have to go out and make it happen. Plus, I killed two birds with one stone. Did you see him rush to his room right after we finished talking? What do you suppose he did up there?"
Susan blushed a deep red as she clearly envisioned her son masturbating.
Alan did quickly get off thinking about Suzanne, but all too soon his depression returned as he realized he'd made a commitment to ask out the feared "Christine, the Ice Queen." He went back downstairs because that seemed better than ruminating about his problem on his own.
The others spent the rest of the evening giving him advice, and building up his confidence.
Alan acted optimistic around the three women, but it was just an act. He felt like someone who had already been sentenced to the gallows the next morning.