5 Times a Day

**Chapter 56**

It wasn’t slight in any way.

The purple satin covering her pussy was soaked through, the fabric dark and clinging so tightly that the outline of her slit was visible even in the low light. Either she was already awake and choosing to stay silent, or her body was simply that sensitive. I chose to believe the second possibility, because that was the only way I could keep going.

I rubbed her through the wet panties first, slow circular pressure against the soft mound, feeling the heat and the way the saturated fabric slid under my fingers. After a while I hooked the fabric aside just far enough to expose her. The moment the cooler air of the room touched her bare folds, she shifted, a tiny restless movement, but her breathing stayed deep and even. I took that as permission.

I eased the tip of one finger inside her.

The sensation was almost unreal. Soft, living heat closed around the first knuckle, slick and yielding yet already gripping tight. I could feel the subtle texture of her inner walls, the way they fluttered and then settled around the intrusion. It wasn’t the full feedback I would have gotten with my cock, but it was still enough to make my own pulse hammer in my ears. I had no clear idea how far I intended to take this night. A little careful fingering and then retreat? More? Everything?

Her next sound decided it for me.

“Ahhnn~~”

The moan was low, throaty, and unmistakably pleased. If I was going to be thrown out of the house tomorrow and hated by everyone for it, I at least wanted the memory of this. I began to move my finger in short, gentle strokes, never going deeper than the first knuckle, just enough to keep the wet heat rolling around me. Her juices coated my knuckle almost immediately and began to trickle down toward my palm.

She mumbled something against the pillow, the words soft and blurred by sleep.

“Are you finally over with your game, babe? It feels so good…”

She thought I was Tom.

I didn’t correct her. Speaking would only risk breaking whatever half-dream state she was in. Instead, I leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of her neck, right where the skin was warmest. Another longer moan answered me. My finger kept working her, slow and steady, while the amount of wetness increased until my entire hand was slick.

Greed pushed me further.

I slid my free arm under her body, careful not to jostle her too much, and cupped her left breast from the outside of the thin tank top. The soft weight filled my palm and overflowed it. Even through the fabric, the flesh was heavy and warm, but it still felt incomplete, like I was only getting half the experience. I withdrew just long enough to slip my hand under the hem of the tank and climb back up bare skin.

The difference was immediate and overwhelming.

Her bare breast settled into my hand as if it belonged there—impossibly soft, slightly springy, the skin hot and smooth. I could dig my fingers in and feel the flesh rise between them, then ease off and feel it slowly regain its shape. Whatever people claimed about her body being “all plastic” was pure ignorance. This was natural, dense, living softness, and it was larger than it looked even under clothing. I kneaded slowly, learning the exact weight and shape of her, until my fingers found the hard peak at the center.

Her nipple was already hard.

The moment I rolled it gently between thumb and forefinger, her whole body reacted. A fine tremor ran through her thighs, and the walls of her pussy clamped down hard around my finger. The sudden tightness dragged a quiet groan out of my own throat. I pinched a little more deliberately, tugged, released, then pinched again. Each small torment pulled another flutter from inside her and another soft, broken sound from her lips.

I wanted to do more. I wanted to do more to her breast than I was doing right now. I just wanted to…

“Taste it.”

The words left my lips before my mind could process them.

I froze, lips pressed shut, waiting for her to jolt awake. She only squirmed, a sleepy, needy shift of her hips that pushed her breast more firmly into my hand and her pussy harder onto my finger. Still not fully conscious. I let out a careful breath and kept going, fondling, pinching, fingering, while the hunger in my gut grew sharper with every clench of her body.

Eventually even that wasn’t enough.

I needed my mouth on her.

Withdrawing my finger took effort; her pussy tried to keep it, the slick muscles tightening as if reluctant to let go. The same resistance met me when I pulled my hand out from under her tank. A faint frown crossed her sleeping face, but I was already moving down the bed. The mattress dipped. She made a small sound and began to roll onto her back on her own, exactly as I needed. I stopped her halfway, settled her flat, and gently parted those thick, creamy thighs.

The purple panties were a wreck, dark, shiny, and plastered to her. I hooked them fully aside. The scent that rose up was thick and sweet and concentrated, the pink haze stronger here than anywhere else in the room. My mind turned mushy for a second.

[Pure lust detected]

[The user's body is not strong enough to bear such strong lust]

[Increment in physical stats advised]

[Would you like to enhance your stats?]

[Yes\No]

The sudden block of text was an irritation I didn’t have time for. I selected Yes without reading further.

[Stat points: 47]

[Strength: 39]

[Agility: 37]

[Stamina: 37]

[Stat points: 0]

A clean rush of power rolled through my limbs, but I barely registered it. The only thing that mattered was the glistening pussy in front of me. I exhaled once, deliberately, letting the warm air wash over her open folds.

“Hnngg~~”

Two strong spurts of clear fluid left her, landing against my lips. I didn’t waste them. I sealed my mouth over her completely and began to suck.

“Aahh~~ Aannn~~ Mmhmm~~ Hnngg~~”

Her moans climbed in pitch and volume as I drank. Sweet-salt fluid flooded my tongue along with the dense pink haze of her lust; I swallowed greedily, chasing every fresh pulse. The taste was richer than anything I had taken from Sasha or Sara, heavier, more concentrated, almost intoxicating on its own. I licked deeper, spread her with my thumbs, and sucked again, lost in the act.

I didn’t notice the hand that settled on the back of my head until her voice, clearer now, no longer muffled by sleep, reached me.

“Oh, babe~~~”

Her thighs trembled on either side of my face. The hand in my hair pressed me closer instead of pushing me away. I obeyed, burying myself deeper, tongue working, lips sealed, determined to take everything she would give.

“Aahh!! Aaanhaann!!! Oh my goodddd!!!”

Her orgasm hit in a series of deep, full-body convulsions. Fluid poured into my mouth in heavy waves; I kept swallowing, refusing to lose a drop, while her hips jerked and her fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair, but did nothing to me at all. She came for what felt like minutes, long, rolling pulses that only gradually softened into aftershocks. Even then I stayed where I was, licking gently, cleaning her, chasing the last traces of the haze.

Only when the flood finally slowed did a thin edge of clarity return.

And with it, the full awareness of the situation.

Aunt Elise’s voice, warm and thoroughly awake, floated down to me.

“Oh, baby, that was amazing~~”

She was awake.

Fuck.