Cheater - Part 15 (Patreon)

Leaning against the washing machine again, Blondie couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. It wasn't that long ago that Alexander discovered her here, on this very spot, both of them naked to a T, and dreaming of the same thing. Visions of his massive manhood, driving into her with all of the vim and vigor of a not-so-experienced young man. Two sweat-soaked bodies, gyrating and twisting, headed to a near-faint-inducing climax.

Blondie blinks back to reality, the washing machine switching from one mode to another. Save for a pair of heels and stockings, she'd stripped down in the laundry room, all of her flour- and cake-batter-covered work clothes now somewhere between the wash and spin cycle.

This time, however, she wasn't envisioning herself with the young man. Seemingly innocently playing a video game or not, Blondie is no dummy. As flabbergasted as she may have been when Cookie walked in on them, his column squarely planted between her ass cheeks, she saw the look in the young woman's eyes. Despite her matter-of-fact attitude, the elder woman could clearly see a familiar look...the wanting gaze of an infatuated woman, imagining herself with more than a ruler's length of flesh stuffed inside her.

Pressed hard against the vibrating machine as it goes into its spin cycle, Blondie envisions...not herself, but Cookie's slender build, undulating and circling, Alexander's mass buried to the hilt. The elder blonde lets out a little whimper as she gnaws at the inside of her lower lip. The thought of Alexander's muscular thighs slapping against the backs of Cookie's, her not-so-petite breasts penduluming in circles as he doggies her from behind.

Up in his bedroom, Blondie imagined the position correctly, just not the avenue. No sooner had Blondie closed the bedroom door than Cookies was between Alexander's legs, practically worshiping his massive cylinder. Her sole mission was to get him as hard as possible...stroking, kissing, licking, and kneading. The young woman had indeed become infatuated, envisioning Alexander's staff fully planted in her own heart-shaped derrière.

Cookie: Mmmm... Mmmm-hmmm... Just like thaaat.

Cookie's eyelids flicker as she bites the corner of her lower lip, arching her back as Alexander pushes his bulbous head past her sphincter. Gripping her gym-hardened obliques, her musculature tightening and relaxing around him, inch by inch, he presses into her. She's so tight...it takes every ounce of concentration he can muster to keep from coming in her before he reaches his destination.

Much like Blondie below, Cookie lets out a whimper of relief...fourteen agonizingly slow inches later and Alexander's base comes to rest against the under-folds of her cheeks. Sure, she's done this before...a jock in the football team's field house, that well-hung nerd that does her math homework, the cute barista at the local coffee shop...but none of them were nearly -this- well-endowed. She's never felt this full before...every void and crook within pressed flat, his enormous head crammed hard against her sigmoid junction. Cookie peers over her shoulder, her eyes all but rolling back in her head, her jaw trembling.

Cookie: M-m-make me b-beg for it.

Against the washing machine, Blondie lets out a stuttering exhale, her fingers giving the appliance a helping hand. She's so close, she can taste it...her core tightening and shivering in near-climax. All the while, at her feet, an ever-inquisitive Daisy stares up at her, the dog cocking its head this way and that.

Blondie is utterly oblivious. Thoughts of Cookie's pink lipstick smeared down Alexander's veined girth, her face criss-crossed with his leavings. An oh-faced Alexander with a fistful of the petite blonde's hair, pulling her mouth onto his colossal shaft as she gulps down jet after never-ending jet his pearlescent seed. The housewife presses hard against the cool enamel finish, two fingers diving between her drooling labia. Blondie doesn't even notice when something else attracts the dog's attention, Daisy whining, practically dancing in anticipation.

The garage door opening and closing, the sound of a car door, the twist of the doorknob behind her...it isn't until Daisy lets out a sharp bark of greeting that Blondie snaps back to reality. Instinctively cupping her privates with one hand and flailing to cover her exposed breasts with the other...wide-eyed and dotted with sweat, Blondie wheels around to find a briefcase-wielding Dagwood. Home early after a decidedly short day of being berated by the tyrannical Mr Dithers, he can only smirk at the all-but-naked and flush-faced woman.

Dagwood: Oh, please, don't stop on my account.

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Original Art by Roger Bacon

Commissioned and Colors by Phillipthe2