6 Times a Day

Chapter 1177: Anal Sex with Xania!



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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.