6TAD Chapter 1174: Anal Sex with Xania! (Patreon)

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Alan froze in mid-thrust, and he felt Xania tense up and freeze too.  He didn't recognize the voice, but he did get a sense of where it was  coming from, and the mention of the name Eric further clued him in.

Alan and Xania had been facing directly away from the  Pestridge house, but all he had to do to find the source of the voice  was to turn his torso and look around. Unfortunately for Xania, she had  no chance of looking that way as long as she was getting plowed doggy  style.

With great fear, his eyes focused on Amy's window on the  upper floor. He saw two silhouettes, which just caused his heartbeat to  pound harder. He remembered seeing Amy standing there about a half an  hour or more earlier, but the sun had risen higher by now and there was a  bright glare on the side of the Pestridge house. So while he was able  to see Amy before, now he couldn't tell who it was.

Alan was ready to completely panic as he looked and saw  silhouettes of a man and woman standing together. He felt his erection  start to rapidly deflate. However, despite the mention of the name Eric,  the male silhouette was of an athletic man. That seemed odd, since Eric  had let himself go and gained a lot of weight in recent years.

He was still puzzling over this, but after what was really  only seconds since the scream, the hand of the woman started waving at  him in a friendly manner. Then she somehow picked up the man and started  waving him around too.

He was completely freaked out by that, until he realized the  only explanation was that there was no man there at all, but some kind  of cardboard cutout of one.

Then the woman turned so he could see a side view of her  profile. Two things leaped out at him. One, whoever it was had an  extremely hefty rack. Two, the mystery woman was sticking out her  tongue, and even from so far away Alan could tell it was an abnormally  long one. It looked like she was either periodically touching the tip of  her nose with it, or coming quite close.

The pieces suddenly fell into place and he thought, Suzanne!  Duh! Of course! I didn't recognize her at first because the profile of  her hair is all wrong, but she must have just piled it up on her head.  What the fuck is she DOING, though, standing there with a cardboard  cutout?

Duh! She's trying to trick Xania! That's so hilarious!  It's exactly what Amy was doing just a little while before. Talk about  like mother, like daughter! I love it!

He heard Xania's voice break through. "Alan?! Alan! Alan, can't you hear me? Talk to me! Who is that and why are you laughing?"

He realized she must have been urgently whispering to him for  some long moments while he was off on another planet, intensely  worrying and thinking. He said in a low voice, "Sorry, I think I've lost  my mind. But that's Eric, Suzanne's husband, and his mistress. Her  name's uh, Maria, I think." Knowing that Xania wasn't in position to  see, he held his arm high up and made an OK signal to Suzanne.

Suzanne made an OK back, and then put her arm around the  cardboard cutout. She was ready for Xania to look her way and see  nothing but the silhouette of an affectionate couple. Now that she was  no longer standing in profile, Xania wouldn't be able to see her huge  rack and thus easily identify her.

Alan's distress had actually only lasted a couple of seconds,  so his dick started to grow again before it had a chance to deflate  down to even half-hard. Within moments, his shaft was stiff as a board  and he resumed using it in Xania's clenching butt.

Xania noticed his rebounding hardness with alarm. "Alan!" she  hissed, futilely attempting to look back at him over her shoulder. She  exhaled in surprise when he resumed his earlier rhythm. "What the hell  are you doing?!"

"I'm fucking you some more. I mean, as long as we're gonna do the time we might as well do the crime, right?"

"What? That's crazy! Stop right now!" She tried to wiggle his  erection out of her ass, but he was far too deeply embedded. All her  wiggling only made fucking her that much more enjoyable for him.

He said in a serene and carefree tone, "Why stop though? I  was just laughing because I freaked when I saw them, but then I  remembered your advice not to freak, not to stress. Just relax and float  downstream, and fuck to your heart's content. Forget everything else."  He had resumed a good rhythm and was happily plowing away by the time he  finished saying that.

Xania imagined what she must look like to the strangers  watching her. She wondered if they were in position to see her large and  heavy breasts sway back and forth with every thrust Alan made in her.  She desperately wanted to at least cover her chest with an arm to give  herself some dignity, but he was thrusting into her so hard that she  needed both hands on the ground just to brace herself.

She hissed, "I didn't mean you should do it when people are  watching! Get a grip, kid! We've got to go inside NOW! ... Unless... Oh  no. This isn't another trick, is it? SHIT! It better not be!"

Alan laughed some more. "No. And that's what made me laugh  too. It's so ironic after what Amy just did that we really got spotted,  and from the same window no less. If you don't believe me, take a look  for yourself."

He slowed down his rhythm to a near stop so that Xania's whole body wasn't shaking in time to his thrusts.

Xania replanted her hands on the ground a bit, positioning  herself at an angle to where she could look around and see Amy's window.

She panicked as she saw the two silhouettes.

He could feel the tension course through her ass as her sphincter muscles clenched even more tightly around his dick.

"Oh SHIT!" she muttered, on the verge of panic. "There're TWO  of them! I know you enough to know you wouldn't bring another man in on  your tricks, especially not a guy like Eric. Fuck! We ARE fucked! What  are we going to do?!"

Although she was protesting, her body was on fire like a  raging inferno. She didn't consciously realize it, but she'd resumed her  exquisite milking and churning motions again, and with much more  frantic urgency.

He was about to resume his thrusting once more, but he  decided instead to hold as still as he could and see what she would end  up doing by herself. Plus, he had gotten somewhat used to her milking  tricks by now and wanted to see how long he could ride that pleasure  train.

"What can we do?" he asked in a resigned tone. "They've seen  us. Now I can see them whispering to each other. We're basically  screwed. Eric thought I was just some nerdy virgin, so he didn't mind me  dating his daughter that much. Now our cover is blown. He's probably  gonna look out of Amy's window from time to time and snoop around from  now on."

"Oh no! That's dreadful!" Her ass muscles kept squeezing his  dick like she was trying to completely crush it. But it felt fantastic.

He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Yeah, but it could have  been worse. A lot worse. Lucky I'm with you! Imagine if it had been  Suzanne instead! Can you just picture Eric, watching his wife being  royally fucked ... up the ass ... by the neighbor boy?"

"Oh God!" As always, Xania loved the thrill of public sex,  and his words just drove her to a higher level of excitement, just as he  knew they would. She started unconsciously rotating her hips as well,  doubling his pleasure.

"But it gets better!" he whispered while bracing himself more  securely to better handle her athletic milking and hip swerving.  "Remember, he's with his mistress. Imagine how Suzanne would have  reacted to THAT! Can you just imagine the words that would have flown  back and forth?"

Xania giggled. "Oh no! That's too funny! ... Hey! Don't!"

She was protesting because as she started to talk, he bent  over her back, reached down, and started groping her tits with both  hands.

"Please!" she begged. "Not now, not with them watching. This is too embarrassing!"

Bending forward as he was, with no support from his hands, was a bit precarious for him since he wasn't resting on her back.

Xania sensed this and started slamming her ass on his cock in  an attempt to shake him free from grasping her boobs. Or at least that  was her justification at first. Within seconds, she was thoroughly  fucking his pole with her ass just for the sheer joy of it. While he  stayed as still as he could (not counting his squeezing hands), her  whole body swayed back and forth, repeatedly slamming the full length of  his dick in and out of her ass.

Seeing that her protests were futile, she asked between  pants, "I don't know- Uh! Eric at all or- Ooof! Uh! Or that he had a-  Ugh! Had a, had a mistress. Huh! What's she like?"

Alan had a much easier time talking than Xania did since she  was doing all the work now. "I have no idea. I've only heard rumors that  he had one. It's not like I hang out with her. I'm assuming that's his  mistress 'cos who else could it be? Oh! And she's got her hand on his  crotch now!"

"Really? Let me see!" She tried to turn towards the window  again, but she was so into fucking that she didn't want to stop (if she  even realized that she could stop). She was doing too much thrusting and  hip grinding to readjust her hands. Down on all fours as she was, she  felt like she was just hanging on for dear life.

But he ignored that and said with an even quieter voice, "But  that's not even the worst. Just imagine if it was Susan! Or Katherine!  Man, all hell would have broken loose. Turns out this backyard sex thing  is not such a good idea. No way!"

He could literally feel the excitement grow in Xania through his erection as he said those words.

She protested, "Well then, uh! We'd better- Oh! Stop. Better  stop!" Even as she said this, she was slamming her ass back and forth  harder.

He was loving it, though he had to be careful now his  erection didn't accidentally pop out at the end of her long strokes.  "Stop? Are you nuts? I'm having too much fun. Besides, this is a great  chance for me to learn how to not think or stress during sex. 'Just let  go' you said, right? Who cares how many people are seeing us out here?  For all we know, Eric and his mistress probably think you're some kind  of slutty whore, getting your big white ass fucked on all fours in the  great outdoors. But you don't care what my neighbors think, do you?"

"God!" She was hot as a firecracker. "Shut up and- Uh! Fuck  me harder! Ugh! Hard!" The ironies piled up because now she completely  gave in and got swept up in the moment, just as she'd advised him to do.  She was so aroused there simply was no way for her to think.

He had quickly built himself up to a point where talking was  getting too difficult for him too. He was on a wild ride and hanging on  for dear life. He'd tried to stay still, but with all of her forward and  backward motion, eventually his hips took over and started giving back  as good as he was getting.

With all their wild flailing about, eventually her glasses  fell off her head. He was glad for that because it made it virtually  impossible now for her to be able to recognize Suzanne, if she even  somehow managed to look up in that direction again.

Before long, he was huffing and puffing as much as Xania was.  At one point he managed to gasp out, "Look! Now she's on her knees and  blowing him!" but that was the last sentence he managed before it became  a struggle just to keep getting enough air to breathe.

The urge for him to cum was becoming overwhelming. Suddenly  he shouted out, "So tight!" Actually, as far asses went she wasn't that  tight, certainly nowhere in the Amy league, but he'd discovered that all  the asses he'd tried so far were pretty damn tight. In any case, it  felt beyond fantastic.

Puffing like a steam train rolling down the tracks, Xania managed to eke out, "Don't- Don't say- Ugh! Don't say that!"

He found it amusing that words like "so tight" made her even  more embarrassed, since they were nothing compared to the visual  spectacle the two of them were putting on. So, whenever he got some  breath and inspiration, he'd puff out short bursts like, "Big tits! So  big!" as he squeezed her dangling breasts extra hard. Or "Hot cunt!"  even though he wasn't touching her pussy. He knew shouting those things  would make her even more delirious with lust.

The ride grew bumpier, literally, as she started to hit some  powerful orgasms. He could feel her anal walls convulsing and clenching  around his erection, and of course there was no way for him to miss her  screaming.

Xania knew that she shouldn't scream. She was petrified of  drawing even more attention to her lewd, public fucking. But she was too  far gone to control her voice. The more she screamed and the louder her  shrieks, the more she was convinced that the whole neighborhood was  coming to investigate. That created a positive feedback loop, making her  still more excited, which in turn convinced her that more people were  watching, and so on.

She had to close her eyes because she couldn't bear to see  what she now imagined were dozens of strangers staring at her naked body  while she kept getting royally fucked up the ass. Their bodies pistoned  back and forth, over and over.

Both Alan and Xania lost all track of time as they fucked and  fucked. In fact, eventually they pretty much lost track of where - or  even who - they were. They were just two perfectly fitting cogs in a  churning and grinding machine, fucking to sexual oblivion. By now, Alan  was unable to make much noise aside from some labored grunts and groans,  but Xania kept on screaming and shrieking, giving even Amy a run for  her money as the loudest "fuckee" Alan ever had the pleasure to impale.

But all good things must eventually come to an end. He  finally felt the familiar tightening in his balls, and let his cum fly  deep into her orgasmically ravening ass.

Then, just like that, they collapsed onto the tiled ground like they'd both been struck dead.