6 Times a Day

Chapter 1229: Chapter 1223 [2.5K Words]



Glory asked as she stroked, "Well, what's the punishment?"

Alan got down on his knees, forcing her to let go of his cock. "Forty lashes. No, make that one-hundred lashes... of my tongue on your pussy."

"That's a fair cop," Glory quipped. She spread her legs as Alan lowered his body some more and dropped his head between her legs. But then she broke out of character and said, "But you really don't have to do that. At the very least, let's make a sixty-nine."

"No," he said decisively, dropping the accent and the pose. "I want to do this, and just this. I want to give this 100 percent of my attention. You've given me how many blowjobs by now? I want to even the score. Besides, my dick is still pretty satisfied from earlier. What would give me the most pleasure is to see you have pleasure. I wanna hear you cry out in ecstasy."

"That can be arranged," she joked again. "Oooh! You're not wasting time!"

Even as Alan was talking he was getting into position, and he started right in on licking her pussy lips. Truth be told, he'd gotten quite spoiled with so many blowjobs, titfucks, and fucking every day and he hadn't gone down on his women all that much. He still didn't really know what he was doing down there. But he truly wanted to do this just to make Glory feel good, and he was determined to do it as well as he possibly could.

After a minute or two, Glory laughed and said, "That's so sweet. I love you too."

Alan chuckled and kept going. He was using the well-known alphabet trick where one draws the letters of the alphabet over a woman's sensitive zones to make sure the tongue is always doing different things. But instead of just going straight through the alphabet, he'd spelled out, GLORYILOVEYOU.

Now that he knew she was paying attention to what he was "spelling," he began "writing" all kinds of loving and heartfelt messages for her. So she was doubly assaulted, with his inspired licking and his creative messages. She'd say each letter he made out loud to make sure she got it, and if she didn't he'd make the same one again. Sometimes she deliberately failed to catch on to his spelling if his tongue was doing something particularly nice.

Before long, he started to catch on to what worked best and what didn't and ditched the lettering system.

Glory was a bit sad to see it go. But she didn't mourn its loss for long because soon he had her panting and loving his attentions.

Alan had been licking entirely on the outside, only occasionally flicking her clit. And while that felt very nice for Glory, she wasn't in danger of cumming anytime soon. But then he upped the ante. He started tonguing inside her pussy while rubbing her clit between two fingers.

That really got Glory hot. She'd been moaning and cooing and saying sweet nothings, but when she said, "Oh God, I can feel it coming, I'm going to cum so hard," Alan suddenly stopped.

"What?" She was surprised. "Why'd you stop?"

Alan pulled up his head and looked at her. "You're not allowed to cum yet, okay?" "Okay, I guess. But why?"

"Just trust me. And how are we doing with strangers? Anyone see us yet?" Glory was sitting up against the base of the cliff while Alan had his face between her legs, so she was in a great position to watch for passersby.

She giggled. "No. Well, okay, maybe one or two. They turned around as they got near, but I don't know if that's 'cos they saw us or if they were just ending their walks near the fence anyway."

Alan dived back in. He continued his more aggressive methods to great effect. He knew he was getting to her because she started clamping her legs into his head, squeezing him as if in a vise. She couldn't help it - her muscles were tensing up as she tried to hold off her climax.

Alan wanted to step things up another notch, but he didn't know how. He was already poking his tongue as far into her as it could go, over and over, and his tongue muscles were getting very tired. His face seemed covered in pussy juice. The way he was working her clit seemed to be

getting an especially strong reaction and Glory was literally begging for mercy. But it still wasn't enough for him. He wanted Glory to have the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had.

He considered sticking a finger up her anus, but so far he'd gotten the impression that she didn't go for anal play that much. Besides, he'd have trouble reaching it given the way she was sitting. But he'd been finding out that the perineum, the area between the pussy and asshole, was surprisingly sensitive, so he started stroking and probing her there with teasing and soft touches.

That worked wonders too. Soon, Glory's gentle pleas to cum turned into increasingly aggressive demands. "Young man, I need to cum! I need to cum right now! If you don't give me permission, well... it's gonna be... bad news!"

Alan laughed, finding it funny that she was trying to bully him into letting her do something that she was having to strain not to do in the first place.

"I'm serious!" she continued with an increasingly ragged voice. "Are you listening to me, young man! Come ON! Alan, my love, if you don't help me out here soon, I'm going to explode!"

But Alan just kept on licking and stroking.

Her demands soon turned back into pleas. "Alan, please! I'm desperate here!" She was huffing and puffing, hardly able to talk now. "Where... how... how is this... going to end?!"

Suddenly, she cried out, "PLEASE! For the fucking love of God, let me CUM!"

Alan didn't even stop his tongue-fucking, but he took the hand that had been working her perineum (and playing with her anus just a bit), and raised it up above her thighs. Then he used that hand to make the 'thumbs up' gesture.

"Thank fucking Gaaaadddddeeeeaaaaiiiieeee!" Glory screamed uncontrollably as her entire body shivered and shook. She was completely heedless of the fact that she was in a public place, and in fact for the last few minutes she'd completely forgotten that she was even at the beach.

Alan felt like his head was a nut in a nutcracker, because Glory was squeezing her thighs as she came without thinking about what that might do to him. She was too lost in the moment to be heedful of such things. To make it worse, her thigh muscles were very strong. Alan had to grab her knees with both hands and try to pry her legs further apart as her multiple orgasm just seemed to go on and on forever.

But finally it was done. Glory slumped down and then flopped over into the sand altogether, as if she'd been shot by a firing squad.

As she slowly began to grow aware of her surroundings, she realized her face was half- planted in the sand. She sat back up and tried to brush her face clean.

Alan was now sitting up on his heels between her legs. He was looking forward to her reaction.

She stared at Alan in amazed admiration for a minute or more while her mind came back to the world. Then she said with awe, "Jesus H. Christ! Alan Plummer, whatever am I going to do with you? I thought you were a great lover before, but if you keep it up with great pussy licking like that, well... I don't know what! But you're a menace to society!"

Alan laughed. "A menace to society? I was hoping you might say something more

complimentary."

"You know what I mean, young man. That's a very high compliment. I mean that you're so good at sex, not to mention lovable and an all around good guy, that it's positively scary!"

Alan beamed. He could tell that she wasn't just saying that.

She slouched down, exhausted. "I'd like to reciprocate, but can you take a rain check for a while? I'm just too wiped out. That whole making me wait to cum thing, that's just downright deliciously evil."

"No worries. I meant it when I said I just wanted to make you happy and show you how much I love you. Good pussy licking is damn hard work! Your thighs practically popped my head like a grape! But not only that, my dick is probably feeling as sensitive and sore as your pussy is

right now."

"Oh. OH!... Okay, well, in that case, why don't we go for a walk? That'll help me come back to the world of the living a bit. Did you know that the word for orgasm in French, petite morte,

means little death?"

"I do. And believe me, I've thought about how true that is many times lately." Glory frowned because his comment reminded her about his other lovers, and the great sex he no doubt shared with them too. But she brushed that aside and said, "We might as well put on our clothes because the only way to walk from here is the non-nude part of the beach."

"Okay. Are you just going to leave your surfboard and wetsuit and stuff here?" "Yeah. I don't want to walk so far that we won't be able to keep an eye on the gully that would be the only escape route for a thief. Besides, that's another reason to dress, so we can make sure we have all our small valuables with us."

The two of them set out on a walk down the beach, walking hand in hand. They passed the occasional nudist while they were in the nude section, but neither of them gave the others much thought. Both of them liked to think that they were on their own private beach. They were basking in the afterglow of great sex (even though Alan hadn't cum, he still felt great), so they were content for a while to just hug or hold hands. But after five minutes or so of silence, Glory stopped and asked, "So, lover, what are you thinking?" "What am I thinking? So many things. For one thing, I'm looking at those surfers out there" - they had crossed into the non-nude section and there were a number of surfers catching waves right in front of them - "and thinking about how talented you are in that. What's it like

to catch a wave?"

"What's it like? I can't even begin to tell you. Some say it's better than sex, but after what you

did to me today, I'd say it's a darn close call. That's how incredible it is. Think of the rush you get when you're on a roller coaster and you're at the top of a high climb and all of a sudden your cart starts speeding down. It's like that, but that's just for starters. On a roller coaster, it's passive. You're just sitting there."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She went on, "But with surfing, it's all your skill that got you to the lip of the wave in the first place. So there's a great sense of accomplishment. But it's more than just that, too. There's this feeling of harmony, of a oneness with nature. The energy! There's just so much energy, and power, and you're riding it like riding a wild bull! I've heard it said that a three mile long six foot wave has the same power as an atomic bomb, and I believe it."

She continued, "And that's just for starters. I could go on all day. I guess a big thing is that, the whole time, I feel a hundred percent alive. Make that a thousand percent. I have to use all my senses and concentration to get up and ride properly, a feel for the rhythm of the waves, all those almost imperceptible cues, the board's vibration, minute changes in balance to stay in sync with the surges - it's SUCH A RUSH! Getting dragged under the wave, gasping for air with your head smashing into the sand and feeling your body tossed around like a rag doll - it's like you've had a near death experience except it really isn't all that dangerous, so long as you know what you're doing."

"Hmmm," Alan said. "Do you know the song 'Wall of Death' by Richard Thompson? I'll bet

it's like that."

"No. How's that go?" Alan sang:

"Let me ride on the wall of death one more time

Let me ride on the wall of death one more time You can take your chances on the other rides This is the

nearest to being alive

Oh, let me take my chances on the wall of death"

"Exactly!" Glory said. "It's exactly like that. I'd like to hear that song. In fact, I wonder if he

wrote it about surfing.

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