Cheater - Part 9

Laying atop the young man, his massive length still inside her, Blondie relaxes as Alexander leisurely rolls his hips. Ever so slowly, only a few inches of it, the thickest portion of his length sliding in and out of her. Blondie nibbles at his earlobe, feeling the ever so slight sensation of the bulge in her belly pressing against his washboard ads. It‘s the sort of position that, if she didn’t have to get up and check on her still-simmering spaghetti sauce at some point, she could very easily let him do this all day long.

Alexander, however, like any other man his age, lacks that kind of patience. The leisurely roll of his hips becomes a bucking, a hand clamping onto either of Blondie’s ass cheeks as he quickens his pace. The bucking becomes a pounding, the base of his shaft meeting her bald mound with a pronounced jolt. Before long he’s thrusting his entire length into her, his once sleepy expression now a teeth-gritting, squinty-eyed look of near climax.

Blondie, nowhere near a climax of her own, lets Alexander have his moment. A little sneer of a smile crosses her lips, watching the expression on his face change once again. His eyes pop wide open, mouth forming a perfect ‘oh’…Blondie‘s sneer now a full grin as the young man lets loose a flurry of thrusts in quick succession, her entire body jouncing above him.

Blondie: C’mon, baby…. Come for me!

One long thrust is all it takes, jamming himself deep inside the blonde, spasm after spasm of his thick fluid jetting into her. Blondie, in turn, rolls her hips again and again, squeezing herself around his girth...practically milking him dry. The lad‘s eyes clamp shut, his abs quivering as another series of spasms rockets into her.

His last little shivers subsiding, Blondie props herself up, looking down at the once again sleepy-looking young man. Raising herself, letting Alexander’s semi-erect behemoth slip out of her…and trying not to make a complete mess of the bedcovers…Blondie shimmies to the side of the bed. As an afterthought, the blonde leans down and kisses the young man on the cheek before climbing off the bed.

Blondie: I gotta go stir the sauce.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to relieve herself of what seems like gallons of Alexander’s seed, Blondie makes her way toward the bedroom door.

Blondie: …and don’t you even think about falling asleep on me, young man.

Stopping to look back at the flayed-out youngster, he barely acknowledges her, letting out an almost unintelligible ‘uh-huh’ before she leaves the room. Waiting patiently in the hallway, Daisy gives the naked blonde a quizzical look, cocking head to one side while watching the woman’s ass cheeks jiggle past her.

Halfway down the hall, the blonde rolls her eyes, the distinct sound of a young man's snoring comes echoing from the bedroom.

Darting past her as Blondie reaches the kitchen, Daisy immediately begins to whine and dance upon reaching the back door. With little concern as to what the neighbors might see, the nude blonde opens the door and lets the dog out, Daisy bolting out to bark at some unseen squirrel, the neighbor's cat, or…

Herb, their next-door neighbor, stares at her from across the fence as Daisy comes running up to him. Unlike previous times when she’s 'accidentally’ given her neighbor an eyeful, Blondie doesn’t even bother to show any sign of self-conscious restraint….smiling, she gives him a friendly wave. Herb, caught wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open, halfheartedly returns her wave as the buxom blonde closes the door.

Blondie silently snickers to herself as the door clicks shut.

Spoon in hand, watching as Daisy continues to bark at her dumbstruck neighbor, she mindfully stirs her grandmother‘s secret recipe. Quickly lost in her own thoughts, recalling the countless number of times she's given various people a free show...pretty much every neighbor, a whole slew of delivery guys (and girls), a handful of solicitors, and that poor guy from the power company that nearly fell off the telephone pole. Blondie bites her lower, further recalling the much smaller number that has been invited inside for a closer look...remembering the power company guy's manly hands pulling her hair while bending her over the arm of Dagwood's favorite chair is enough to send a little dribble of come running down her inner thigh.

An equally manly set of hands reaching up from behind her, grabbing the underside of her tan-lined breasts jolts her back to reality. If that wasn't surprise enough, Alexander's in-human length pushing into her thigh gap, parting her labia, and poking out the other side most certainly is. The latter startling her enough to send the wooden spoon flying, clattering across the counter, and onto the floor.

Blondie: Jesus! You little faker!

Original Art by Hackman23

Commissioned and Edits by Phillipthe2