Cheater - Part 11 (Patreon)

From her kitchen window, Blondie manages a toothy grin, watching as her neighbors gawk at the sight before them. The housewife gives them a nonchalant wave...a friendly, albeit impersonal gesture one might give a familiar face while driving past their house...as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Between pounding blows, Blondie manages a laugh...Herb and Tootsie simultaneously raise their hands, blinking as they half-heartily return the naked woman‘s gesture.

Alexander: Whu... Whu.. Wh-what's so f-funny?

From his vantage point, Alexander can't see their spellbound neighbors.

Blondie says nothing, arching her back a bit further to allow that much more of the young man's length to find its way inside her. Alexander doesn't disappoint, the disappearing-reappearing bulge in her stomach now rolling against the countertop with every lunge. Between gyrating breasts, bouncing ass cheeks, and more than fourteen inches of solid girth relentlessly plumping into her...Blondie scarcely notices that her feet haven't physically touched the floor for a quarter of an hour.

Herb and Tootsie seem to share a few words, never taking their eyes off the jouncing woman as they trek toward their back door. Just as they are about to step inside, Blondie gives her raven-haired best friend an overtly obvious grin and a wink, knowing full well what they'll soon be doing. Tootsie musters a glimpse of a smirk in return, all but shoving her husband through the doorway...Blondie lets out a cackle as they disappear inside.

Alexander: Whu.. Whuz so d-damned fuh-funny?

Blondie turns her head without looking at him, the high-placed bun in her hair bouncing in time to Alexander's thrusts.

Blondie: Nuh-n-nothing…. Jus’ imm-imaging wha… What the n-neighbors’d th-think if they s-s-saw us th-through the win…

Before she can finish her sentence Alexander reaches up and grabs the bobbing wad of hair, yanking the blonde's head backwards. Wide-eyed, Blondie lets out a stammering groan, a mixture of exhilaration and faux-anger...the position forcing her to arch her back into an unnatural curve, effectively tightening her core around the giant inside her.

Blondie: H'OHGAWD! Just... Juuusst... Ohmyfuckingawd! Just like that, Baby!

The housewife's eyes roll back in her head, mouth agape, all but hyperventilating. Alexander is unrelenting...hammering...black, eyeliner-tinged tears now streaming down Blondie's cheeks.

Alexander: Tell y-you wh-whh-what, you little whore…. W-w-want me to tell you haw... How muh-much I love p-pounding this t-tight, lil‘ pussy of yours? C-c-c'mon, slut, t-tell me how m-much you‘d love to h-have the neighborhood see th-thh-this big, f-fat dick inside you.

Blondie beams, her eyes narrowing as she peers over her shoulder, infinitely turned on by the foul-mouthed young man. Dagwood never talks dirty to her, barely uttering a single word during sex as it is. Years and years of marriage and the most titillating thing to ever come out of his mouth was something akin to 'suck it' or 'do me'. Moreover, Alexander is an absolute novice at it...sounding more like a middle school-aged adolescent than a grown man...making it all the more of a turn-on for her.

Blondie: S-s-such a potty m-mouth on you all of a s-s-sudden!

Alexander: You like that, huh?

Blondie: Mmm… Mmm-hmmm! C’mon, talk nasty to me! Fuck me like th-the little whore I am! Ohh gawd, use me… Use m-me like… Like yuh-your own puh-personal cock sleeve!

Alexander plays along, excited by this side of her. Inwardly, however, he was a little taken aback… he'd never heard so much as a single vulgar word come out of her mouth...not once, not ever. And now, this sudden torrent, demanding to be used, manhandled. The young man glances down at the jewel-encrusted plug between her ass cheeks, a deviant sneer appearing on his face.

Alexander: Gonna take you upstairs… Throw you across my bed…

Blondie‘s entire body jolts. She’d completely forgotten about the plug…right up until Alexander flicks it with his index finger. Before she can react, the youngster leans forward, wrapping an arm around her waist, his other arm slipping beneath her breasts. Blondie lets out a low groan as Alexander leans back, lifting her off the counter.

Alexander: …and pound that ass like I own it.

He doesn't miss a beat, ceasing his upward lunges, instead raising and lowering her entire body up and down his massive shaft. Arms and legs dangling, there's little she can do about it...little she wants to do about it...her entire body being used like a... Finally turning towards the living room and the staircase beyond, the moment isn’t lost on her…for a few minutes she was, just that, Alexander’s personal cock sleeve.

Blondie’s breath comes in halting jolts…every step he takes sends a quiver through her, the curved metal now firmly pressing into her, her own body weight pressing the jewel against Alexander's pubic bone. As young and virile as he may be, she knows he won’t be able to carry her upstairs in this awkward, practically duck-walking position. Alexander, however, is way ahead of her…he’s strong, but not that strong…bending to set her down on the first step.

Blondie, having spent the past hour suspended above the floor, lets loose a long sigh as Alexander's length slips out of her…her legs quivering, knees threatening to buckle. Just as she begins to take her first step up the stairs, a hand grasps her wrist.

Alexander: Uh-uhh…

The young man doesn't give her a chance to move, spinning her around, grasping the back of a thigh, and lifting it to his hip. Blondie gives him a knowing smirk, instinctively locking her leg behind his back as he grasps her other thigh. Lifting her high, his tongue lapping at an erect nipple as it passes by, Blondie drapes her arms over his shoulder….his massive unit knowing exactly where to go when she's lowered onto it. Blondie emits a cooing noise the entirety of her descent, finally wavering off to a long, noiseless exhale when she reaches her boy-toy's hilt.

Face to face, their mouths lock together, Blondie‘s tongue instantly darting into the young man’s mouth.…painted fingernails running through Alexander’s hair. They've been going at it for hours and hours, but in this one oddly romantic moment, being carried upstairs, the housewife is suddenly giddy with fresh excitement.

Across the back fence, in the Woodley residence's bedroom, Tootsie too emits a muffled cooing noise. Sitting on Herb‘s face, his mustache tickling her sensitive inner thighs, she too yearns for something to be plunged inside her...a bigger man, a younger man...Blondie's young man. Fingers clamped around her ass cheeks, Herb groans against Tootsie's labia, his manhood enveloped by well-practiced, painted red lips. In the meantime, Tootsie will just have to settle for a normal-sized man.

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Original Art by Roger Bacon

Commissioned and Colors by Phillipthe2