Breaking the housewife : Ch4

“You… you want me to suck your cock?!” Sandra's mouth suddenly started drooling more.

“Sandra. Do I have to keep telling you to relax? You won't actually suck my cock, we just want it to look like that.” Mikey shook his head, turning away from her to look at his phone.

“But… that… a… a picture like that could…” It could ruin her life. If her husband ever saw it, he'd never understand it was just for a joke. She trusted Mikey not to share it, but those friends of his?

But worse than the possibility of her husband seeing any pictures. Was the reality of having to take them. She wouldn't just get a glimpse of Mikey's hyper large flesh pole, she'd see it in full. Have it so close to her she would smell it. Right by her lips that were supposed to be saved for her husband's birthday gift tonight.

Baking in the summer sun, her mind hazy from the drinks and her body exposed far beyond what was decent, Sandra realised she might have gone too far. It was fun acting young again, but she couldn't go any further. For one thing, her husband would be finishing up his game soon. She needed to go back inside and start working on his birthday dinner.

She's done enough to prove herself to Mikey, and why did his opinion matter to her anyway? It didn't! She'd tell him that enough was enough and-

“It doesn't matter. I guess that stuff is too cool for an older gal like you.” Mikey kept playing with his phone. Texting his friends, or maybe another woman…

She was sitting beside him, her heavy chest only covered up by her arm and the boy wasn't interested at all. Which made sense, he wasn't interested in an older girl like her. He had younger, cooler girls to text. Girls who probably wouldn't hesitate before pretending to put his cock in their mouth. Girls that got the attention of every boy in town… girls that looked down on an older woman like herself. That would laugh at her attempts to act as cool as they were…

“I didn't say no.” Sandra mumbled.

“Huh? What was that?” Mikey was barely paying attention to her and no matter how little sense it made, Sandra couldn't help but feel frustrated. She'd put so much effort in to look cool, and now just as she was making progress it was all slipping away.

“I SAID…” Sandra yelled her words before reeling it back in. Those drinks Mikey made were still hitting her, but Sandra felt perfectly in control. “I… I'd be okay with it…”

“Really?” He asked her, looking up over his phone.

He gave her those eyes again. The look of surprise, admiration and respect. Now that she knew somebody could look at her like that, she couldn't live without it.

“It's just fake right?” Sandra casually turned her head away, but still flicked her eyes back to check he was still watching her. “Just a joke? Then there's no problem with that…”

“I knew you'd get it! Most girls your age would probably slap me if I asked them, but not you! You're too cool to get mad over a little joke!”

She was still worried about the pictures, but hearing him call her cool made her believe it could be true. Made her feel better, superior to every other woman who looked down on her in the neighbourhood. The girls who talked on and on about their families and constantly asked her why they never had kids…

They grew old and boring, while she aged gracefully. Staying fit, staying trendy, staying cool.

“Most girls aren't like me.” Sandra tried to play it cool, but couldn't help let a small smile out.

“That's one thing for sure…” Mikey said, eyeing up her chest. Boys were still the same through generations. Always staring at the biggest pair of tits, regardless of who they were on. She knew he didn't have any interest in her, not really, but she took his look as a complement all the same.

Gosh the sun was making her feel hot. Her whole body felt flushed now. If it wasn't for the company she might even start panting.

“So… how do we fake this picture?” Sandra gulped. Adjusting the position of her hand in her chest to get more comfortable. Jiggling her plump, oiled chest and making it shine in the sunlight.

“We need an action shot. Something to show how cool you are… something with…” Mikey got up and rushed inside. Quickly coming back out with a bottle of tequila in his hands. “With this!”

“Oh, tequila?” Sandra stared at the hard liquor, confused for a moment, but then it came to her. He was going to use the bottle to cover his penis in the picture!

“It's a good idea right? You'll look so cool.”

“It is.” She said. Adding quietly. “You're smarter than I thought.”

She felt silly for reacting so strongly before. Mikey just wanted to take a suggestive photo, nothing close to the real thing. He wouldn't even need to take his pants off to get the picture he wanted!

“Great, now get on your knees.” Mikey stared down at her. Watching as she got into position for him.

It made her feel weird inside. Jeff, her husband, was not an assertive man. She wasn't used to a man telling her what to do. It felt… no, not good. Just… it was just different. That's all…

“So, this is my idea…” Standing face on to Sandra, without any hesitation, Mikey pulled his shorts down.

His mouth kept moving, but none of the words made it to her ears. Her mind was locked onto comprehending the monster that had been unleashed in front of her.

The glimpses she'd seen. The bulges in his pants… Nothing could have prepared her to see how big he really was…

Hanging in the air, was an inhuman cock. A true use of the phrase, ‘Third leg’. A breeze swept by and the full stench of it burned her nose out. She never liked the taste of her husband's cock, but just Mikey’s smell was enough to make her nearly gag.

“Sandra? You hear me?” Mikey asked, a sharp look in his eyes. Like he was expecting her to be overwhelmed just because his cock was kind of big… okay, not kind of, EXTREMELY big…

“Uhh.. y-yeah!” She held in her urge to gag or run away screaming. She'd just saved his opinion of her, she couldn't mess it up again. If he was expecting her to get overwhelmed, then she'd show him just how cool she could be!

“Perfect, let's do a practice run first then!” He stepped even closer to her, running his hand on the underside of his cock that was mere inches away from her face now. “I'm not fully hard, but that shouldn't matter “

He wasn't even hard yet?????

How… how was that possible… he was already five, no, maybe ten times as big as her husband. And impossibly thick to go with it. This was some grotesque freak mutation dangling in front of her. With a stench that seemed to work its way into her mind and permanently taint her.

“Open wide now.” He told her, unscrewing the cap on the bottle. “I'll pour it slowly down my shaft so you have a chance to catch it.”

That was his plan for the bottle?! Not to hide his cock with, but to make her drink it off of him?! She'd only be one step removed from actually tasting his rancid cock…

Mikey swung his stiff meat stick in front of her, pointing the camera down at her face.

“I think it'll look like you've got my cock on your tongue from this angle.” He told her. “Open that mouth even wider, and try to look a little more enthused. Remember, you're pretending to be a slut.”

“Uhh.. right.” Sandra was having trouble concentrating. Her mind unable to comprehend the sheer amount of cock in front of her.

“It's so disgustingly huge.” She blurted out, staring past the head of his cock and up at Mikey. She internally winced after saying it, but she couldn't hold the thought in.

“There you go!” Mikey smiled listening to her insult his cock. He probably thought she meant that as a good thing, but she genuinely thought it was disgusting. “That's the kind of thing a slut would say.”

“Horrible… filthy thing…” She muttered. Trying to look at Mikey but finding herself staring at the bulbous head of his heavy cock.

“Keep going.” He told her.

“So… so freakishly huge.” She said.

“Bigger than your husbands?” He asked. Looking a little too smug for her liking.

“It's not that his is small… I.. I mean it's smaller than just the head of your cock.” Sandra tried to explain. “But, it's only small compared to your gigantic cock.”

Mikey looked pleased with her, clearly not understanding what she was really saying. Bigger wasn't always better, especially not at this scale. Her husband's dick might look tiny next to Mikeys, but that was a good thing. She almost felt sorry for him, no girl outside of porn would actually want a man with a dick this big.

“A true slut would say something dirtier.” Mikey still looked amused. “Try talking about how much you love my ‘cock scent’.”

He wanted dirtier? Her true thoughts on his oversized horse dick?

Sandra tilted her head up, positioning her nose right by his cock, and she sniffed. Three short and sharp sniffs was all she could muster, and more than enough. She knew exactly what to say.

“I… love… the potent… overwhelming, fou- forceful smell of your cock.” She said without throwing up. “Your cock scent is the dirtiest thing I've ever experienced.”

“So it's smellier than your hubbys tiny dick?”

He wouldn't stop bringing her husband up. Why was it that men always had to compare dick sizes? Or… or was she taking him too seriously? Was this another layer of his joking around?

“I was dreading having to give him his birthday blowjob this year…” Sandra admitted. “But compared to your filthy smell, his is going to be absolutely pleasant!”

“But you love the scent of my cock don't you?”

That confirmed it for her. He was just messing around, he didn’t mean to insult her husband. Obviously she didn't love his smell, it was awful. But in this game where she pretended to be a slut she would. She would love everything about it.

“I do.” She said with a fake smile. “I'm a whore who loves big, filthy, smelly cocks!”

“Haha that's perfect!” Mikey laughed hard enough to bounce his iron rod cock around. Every movement threatening to cause it to slap Sandra in the face. “Now say it again after taking this shot!”

Mikey took the bottle to the base of his penis and slowly started to pour. Sandra assumed the boy thought the liquid would neatly run down the length of his shaft, and into her mouth.

That didn't happen.

Instead the tequila just spilled over the side of his cock. Spilling onto the floor.

“Stop! You're wasting it all!” Sandra couldn't help but let a little of her unused maternal instincts out and nag him.

“Quit worrying, there's plenty more.” Mikey stopped spilling the drink and looked down at Sandra with a frown. “I didn't think this through.”

Clearly he didn't, but that was fine. A good thing really. They could call this whole thing off and-

“You need to hold onto it.” He said, bouncing his cock with his hand.

“You… you want me to touch it?!” She tried not to let any anger or indignation seep into her voice.

“You got me too hard talking like a slut. See?” Mikey's hand played with his cock. Showing her just how hard it was. A thick steel beam that hung out perpendicularly from him.

“We need it angled down, so the tequila flows into your mouth.” He explained so casually.

“I don't think I'm-”

“It's just a little touch, no big deal. My doctor does more.” He told her. “I'd do it myself, but my hands are full.”

It was true that his hands were full, with the bottle and the camera… but…

“It's your fault that it's like this.” He wobbled his cock again to show her how hard it was. “Buuuut hey, if you're not cool with-”

“I'm cool!” She blurted out. “With… with touching it I mean. That's… that's not a big deal to me!”

“Heh, yeah I thought so.” Mikey chuckled. Moving close enough to Sandra for her to feel the immense body heat radiating out of his cock.

“Just hold onto it from the base.” He told her. “The picture won't show that you're holding it, so don't worry.”

“Okay… I'll just… umm…” Sandra slowly raised her hand, staring down the barrel of the monster Mikey wanted her to touch. Just above the band of his shorts was the smooth base of his cock, thicker than her fist.

Just a bit of physical contact… there's nothing wrong with that… it's not like I'm giving him a handjob… just positioning it for a picture…

Pressing the palm of her hand onto Mikey's lower chest, Sandra slowly moved it over until the side of her fingers made contact with the warm flesh of his cock.

“I'll just…” Sandra gulped as she gently put her fingers around his warm shaft. Her hand barely holding onto half of it. She forced it downwards, aiming the boy's cock directly at her face.

“H-how's that?” She asked, holding his cock in place. She could feel his veins bulging as her grip tightened on his cock. It took more effort than she would have assumed to keep the weighty log of meat from bouncing back up.

“Perfect for a second try. Open that mouth again, and stick your tongue out this time.” Mikey pointed the camera at her face while he positioned the bottle.

Opening her mouth and letting her tongue roll out, Sandra couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous. But the things she did to be cool when she was younger must have seemed the same to her parents. If this was how the youth of today acted to be cool, then who was she to judge?

“Get a bit more spit on it.” Mikey told her. “Act like you're drooling over my cock.”

Drooling over his unhuman manhood, just completely ridiculous. Who would want to even look at that horrid thing, let alone drool over it. But she'd come this far already, touching it with her bare hands. She'd keep pretending to be a cock drunk slut until Mikey's impression of her was set in stone.

Gathering all the saliva in her mouth, Sandra pushed it onto her tongue. Letting some slowly drip down over her lips, like she was actually salivating at the thought of taking his rancid huge cock in her mouth.

As if.

“Fuck you're such a natural at that.” Mikey told her. “You honestly could be a real star! Ever think about making a movie?”

With her mouth open and her tongue out, Sandra couldn't reply, but her blushing face said everything. It was nice to see a boy his age complimenting a girl for her skills, acting skills in this case, instead of just complimenting her body.

Likely that was just because a boy his age wasn't interested in a woman like Sandra, but still. The more she learned about Mikey the more she was coming to respect him.

“Maybe we can film an audition tape later…” Mikey's tongue rolled over his lips. “But for now, get ready to ‘suck’ my cock!”

Mikey poured the tequila and just as before he made a mess of it. Most of the liquid dripped off his cock and onto the ground. But a few drops managed to flow all the way down his shaft and drip down off of his head. Landing just short of Sandra's mouth, splashing down to her cleavage instead.

“Fuck, still not working like I thought it would.” Mikey frowned, tapping his finger on the bottle. Sandra was more than happy to give up at this point, but Mikey seemed determined to make this work.

“I'll have to get closer to you.” Mikey told her. “You don't mind right? Just like you said, a bit of contact doesn't mean anything.”

Contact? What did he mean by-

All at once, the taste buds on her tongue shrivelled up, like some plant in a cartoon that was exposed to toxic gas.

Mikey had dropped the head of his cock onto her tongue, the weight of it forcing her jaw down.

Sandra had been right, her husband's penis didn't seem so bad compared to how utterly horrid Mikey's cock was.

“Perfect! Just hold there a sec.” Mikey talked while Sandra's willpower raged against her body's burning desire to gag and spit his cock out of her mouth.

“Now give me those slut eyes!” Mikey poured the drink down his shaft, much of it actually making it into her mouth this time.

The flashing of the camera captured the moment for all eternity. Sandra on her knees, topless as she held the boy's cock onto her tongue. Her eyes seductively staring up at him, while internally they struggled with the burning scent of Mikey's Hyper cock. The hard liquor splashing on her tongue a welcome relief from his unwashed cock taste that she'd never be able to forget.

“Lookn’ good!” Mikey smirked as he scrolled through the pictures he took. Mercifully removing his weighty cock from her mouth. “But I think we can do better.”

Better?! What could be better than the picture he took already! His cock was literally sitting on her tongue, and he wanted it to look better??

“I think I need another drink.” Sandra hoped he would be as eager to make her another one. Both to stop him from wanting another picture, and to try and burn his taste out of her mouth.

“I think I know where you can get some.” Mikey smiled and looked down. At… at his cock… Which was still wet, covered in drops of the mouth burning alcohol.

“No… I… from, I'll drink it from the bottle please.” The heat from the sun was just getting worse. Making her think weird things. For a moment she almost wanted to say yes… but she couldn't. She, she didn't want to! Mikey's cock was the foulest thing to go in her mouth, and she didn't want to get near it again.

A breeze passed by, the air rushing past her and teasing her exposed, hard nipples. When had they become so hard? She… she definitely wasn't turned on right now… it must have just been from the air…

“Okay, sure.” Mikey moved to hand her the bottle, but paused halfway. “That is. If you're fine with everything I spilled going to waste.

…

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No… she… she couldn't… she hated waste… but no, that wasn't going to change her mind.

“And it'd make for a really cool picture. You, with your lips kissing my cock. People would think you're totally into it, but really you'd just be drinking off of it! You'd look so cool!”


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Well… She… she wasn't actually going to suck it, that was reserved for her husband. Just… just pressing her lips onto the throbbing mass of his shaft wasn't so bad… she's already touched it with her hands… tasted it on her tongue… none of this was sexual, just posing for silly pictures… so was preventing any more wastage a bad thing?

“F-fine.” Sandra stuttered out.

“Fine, what?” Mikey smiled wide, staring down at her.

“Fine… I… I'll suck it off of you.”

“God you really are the coolest! No other girl I know would go this far to look like a slut!”

Sandra's head was swimming from all of the drinks she'd had, and the heat from the sun. Her cheeks going flush and her mouth salivating.

“Go on then.” Mikey walked beside her, turning a little too fast. His cock swung around and slapped her lips, before resting right in front of her. The veiny, girthy rod of meat filling up most of her vision. “Give it a kiss.”

Sandra licked her lips, just to get them moist, and puckered them. Acting like she was giving the unholy monster a kiss, when really she was just slurping up the spilled tequila on it.

Mwaah~ Mwaah~ Mwaah~

Sandra's lips pressed into Mikey's cock. From the base down to the head, she kissed and slurped up every drop she could. Her lips gently pressing into almost every inch of his.

“Fuuuuck Sandra.” Mikey softly moaned. “The, Mmmhmm, the guy's are going to think you're sooo cool.”

She… she was cool, wasn't she? She hadn't lost anything from her younger days, she could still be just as popular as she was if she wanted to be.

Not like her husband, like Jeff. Who'd rather spend his birthday standing around and hitting a ball once an hour.

What would he think of her right now? Her top off while she was kissing their neighbours cock? A close minded guy like him would probably call her a cheater, would threaten divorce. He wouldn't get that this was just how hip youngsters acted these days. He didn't know how to be cool.

His idea of fun was turning the lights off and spending a few minutes pumping his little cock inside her. No excitement or thrill. Mikey would probably need that much time just to get his tip inside a girl. It would be painful for that girl no doubt, but at least she would feel something.

“Don't forget the tip.” Mikey told her. “It's gotten really wet for you.”

Lost in her thoughts, Sandra didn't notice the wording he had used. She pressed her lips over the engorged head of his huge throbbing cock, and slurped it up. Sucking up his oozing pre-cum directly onto her tongue.

“NUghHhHhaaahhh” Not ready for the intensely concentrated putrid foulness of Mikey's cock fluids, Sandra didn't hold back her gag. Opening her mouth wider.

“Fuuck.” Her reaction must have startled Mikey, because he slipped right as her mouth opened. Forcing enough of his cock inside her mouth to tickle the back of her throat.

“MuUuuFHHTHFFT.” Sandra choked on Mikey’s cock. Trying to pull away from it, but finding Mikey holding onto the back of her head. In his panic to not trip over, he was accidentally forcing Sandra further down his cock.

“Oh fuck! I'm so sorry Sandra! I didn't mean to trip over!” Mikey's cock prodded the walls of her throat. His oozing pre-cum dripping directly into her stomach. “Let me, Unghh, let me get my balance so I can get out of your mouth…”

She wished he would stop explaining things and just get his pulsating warm cock out of her. The taste of it was setting her mouth on fire, and his cock was so huge her tongue didn't have anywhere to hide from it. She tried moving it all around his cock, her wet tongue slipping and sliding all over it, but there was nowhere for it to go.

“O-Nuhnnhhh… Ok-kay… I'll just…”

“Sandra?” An aimless voice called out. Not from their side of the fence, but beyond it.

“Sandra? Are you out here?”

Her husband was home…

And he was looking for her…

And she still had several inches of Mikey's cock in her mouth…