Artistic Understudy II

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John could not possibly leave that request unfulfilled for a moment longer than necessary. He strode forward hurriedly and put a hand on June’s hip, opposite the hand of hers she was holding herself open for him with. The other hand, he used to guide the head of his manhood to June’s waiting folds.

As soon as he started sliding in, June pushed back against him, hilting him inside her. Her tightness surprised him. Not so much that it was difficult to thrust into her, she was far too wet for that, but he had evidently formed some **** expectations after yesterday. Qhila was still the tighter of her and June, but the difference was nowhere near as big as their difference in size would suggest.

He quickly pushed away the thought of his kobold friend, as well as the sting of guilt over having thought of another woman while being intimate with June. Easily done, when the velvet embrace of the artist’s womanhood felt this wonderful. His body was practically moving of its own accord, grabbing her hips and starting to thrust while all his mind had to do was get out of the way and enjoy the moment.

It was immediately obvious that June had been restraining her voice while they were outside. Not only were her moans louder now, but they had a melodic quality to them. Like artistic expression was so deeply intertwined with her that even in the throes of carnal passion, her voice wove a wordless song of lust and pleasure.

It was intoxicating, and would have been so even without the exquisite friction of her inner walls rubbing against his penis. Together, the experience was divine, a whole greater than the sum of its already fantastic parts.

June had removed her hand from her butt and put it on the bed for better leverage to meet his thrusts. Between that and his hunger for more, it was no wonder that her sing-song moans were soon set to the steady beat of her ass plapping against his groin.

The impacts sent ripples through her derriere, creating a most enticing display. The sight of her was elevated further by her freely swaying tits being large enough to see part of their painted glory past her torso. As well as the subtle shift of muscles in her downward-arched back, as she changed the angle of her hips slightly with every thrust.

They kept going like that for a while, with the tempo and intensity slowly mounting. Then June turned her head enough to meet his gaze and suppressed her moans long enough to speak. “Pull my hair.”

That was an unexpected request, but certainly not an unwelcome one. Though if she was into that… Instead of grabbing her hair right away, he gave her ass a good smack, trying to gauge the impact to be similar to when she gave herself a spank earlier.

That elicited a sharp, but still obviously pleased, moan and her pussy clamped down on his dick. A moment later, she regained enough control of her voice to ask again, in a more submissive, almost pleading, tone, “Please pull my hair, John.”

He grabbed a good handful and pulled it so her head was bent backwards. That made her tighten around him too, less so than the spank had but this was continuous rather than for just a moment.

He thrust in once as hard as he could, drawing a short scream of pleasure from the submissive artist. Then he bent down to talk into her ear, in a deeper tone than usual, “That’s all you had to do: ask nicely.”

“Thank you, John.”

“Good girl.” Interestingly, John saying that, in the same deep voice, caused June to clamp down hard on his dick for a moment. Just like spanking her had.

Straightening his back again, he resumed thrusting. He set a harder and faster pace than before, fucking her as vigorously as he could. The musical quality to June’s vocalizations persisted through the higher intensity, her song of carnal ecstasy now a mix of loud moans and small screams of pleasure. It was also interspersed with the words “yes”, “more”, “please”, “thank you”, and “John” in various configurations.

After a while of hard pounding, June’s cunt started to have the occasional erratic twitch around him. He took that as a sign that she was getting close, which was a good thing because his legs were starting to get weary.

Stopping briefly, he shifted his ‘stance’ behind her to one that made it impossible to pull more than a quarter of the way out of her without stepping away entirely. The change shifted some of the “heavy lifting” off to muscles that hadn’t been worked as hard yet. It also gave him optimal leverage for making those short thrusts as fast and hard as possible.

While jackhammering her pussy with everything he had, he pulled as hard on her hair as he thought it was safe to. That had her clench down hard enough on his dick that pulling out as far as he had on each stroke before would’ve run a real risk of him getting pushed out of her entirely.

June’s debauched song of pleasure lost the “lyrics” again, overtaken entirely by wordless screams of pleasure. Screams that soon rose to a crescendo but somehow remained melodic even as the throes of orgasm had her pussy spasming irregularly around his impaling member.

He kept pounding her straight through her climax. As it began to abate, she ran out of air and took a deep breath. Then, just as he was about to warn her that he was close to cumming, she practically purred another request, “Please fill me up, John. Paint my pussy white with your seed!”

Somehow, he found a way to take the pace he was jackhammering her cunt up another half-notch. In the half dozen thrusts that followed, June started clenching erratically around him again.

He wasn’t sure if he had reignited her orgasm or triggered a secondary one in rapid succession. Either way, it gave him the final push to pin his groin against her butt and start unloading, spurt after spurt of semen shooting into her depths. Throughout, she was screaming his name with a long drawn out “o”.

He stayed with her pinned in place against him for a moment after his climax had run its course, then he let go of her hair and hip, and dropped down to lie on his back next to her. Thanks to Climax Control, he knew his dick could be ready for another go at a moment’s notice. His legs needed a bit of a rest though, or they would go out on him partway through. In retrospect, he should have put Enhance Muscle on his legs for END while they were heading inside.

June had let her arms collapse her into a position of ass up and face in the sheets the moment he had let go of her hair. After a few heartbeats like that, she got back up on all fours with a lust-drunk giggle. “Thank you, John.”

In that moment, John fully understood why it was called the afterglow. Pleased joy practically radiated from her face and movements with such beautiful clarity that he was almost surprised that she wasn’t literally glowing. Though based on where her eyes soon came to be focused and where she was moving her face, the “after” part wasn’t exactly accurate yet.

Positioning herself in an angle that put her butt and swaying breasts in side view, she bent down to lick along the side of his dick. This triggered the instant refill and caused him to surge to full hardness. June made a sound like she had just been presented with the most delicious meal in the world. Then she set about licking his erection clean of every trace of the mixture of semen and her own wetness.

While she did so, John reached for her boob. The feeling of its weight against his palm and how the softness spilled between his fingers when he squeezed and kneaded was the perfect accompaniment to the sensation of her enthusiastic tongue bath.

When she finished, John was seriously considering just skipping the rest for his legs and using his gamer treat when his legs wore out instead. But June might have realized that his legs needed a moment too, or maybe she was just following a desire of her own. In either case, she climbed on top to straddle him.

Reaching around her back, she used a hand to align his manhood with her entrance, then slowly impaled herself on his dick. While she did so, he grabbed and squeezed her thick thighs, but mostly he was entranced with looking at her. At the subtle shifts of her expression of pleasure as more and more of her nethers were filled with his dick. At how even the slow motions she was making were reflected in subtle jiggling of her ever magnificent bosom, and how the swirls of body paint made every little jiggle extra hypnotic and enticing.

“Please lie back and relax, John, let me do the work.” She looked at him through half-lidded eyes with an erotic smile. “But if there’s anything you want me to do, don’t hesitate to give the order.”

Then she began to gyrate her hips, grinding his dick against her inner folds. As she did so, her pussy tightened up at the entrance, and the tightness then traveled upwards from the base of his dick to the tip in a milking motion. Unlike her clenching when he spanked her or pulled her hair, or her orgasmic spasm, John got the feeling she was doing this intentionally somehow.

For a while, he simply luxuriated in the feeling, the sight, and the sound of June’s pleasured hums. It was a very different sort of sex than the first round, more relaxing, less intense, and building towards release more slowly, but it was no less pleasurable.

Still, after a few minutes, he felt like building on top of the experience a little. “Play with your tits. Give me a show.”

“Yes, John.” She started by cupping her breasts from below, lifting them and pushing them together. This deepened her already sizable cleavage and changed the way that June’s grinding motions translated into jiggles in her breasts.

After warming up with that for a bit, she got started in earnest. First she squeezed her breasts from the base to the nipple in a milking motion that she matched to the clenching with which her pussy was milking his dick.

After a few tugs like that, she changed to a more general massaging and kneading of her breasts. She made a show of displaying how her tits overflowed her hands and spilled past her fingers, and how even using both hands on the same one wasn’t quite enough containment. All the while, she kept grinding on his cock and occasionally matched a milking squeeze of her breasts to the tightening of her pussy.

Along the way, her pleased hums turned into outright moans. Those were kicked up a notch in volume when she moved to the next phase of her show and started playing with her nipples. At first, she was just teasing them, but she quickly moved on to pinching, tugging and twisting her nipples.

Whenever she treated her teats roughly, her cunt clamped down on him in a way that compounded with the milking action. Moreover, the gyrations of her hips soon gained a needy intensity to them.

When she pushed up one painted breast and sucked the golden nipple into her mouth, while clawing into the other boob with the other hand, John started to grow restless. It was not that everything June was doing, to herself and to him, wasn’t greatly pleasurable, but he was starting to crave more active participation. More importantly, however, was that she had been putting on a fantastic show for him while servicing his dick with her pussy, and simply caressing her thick thighs no longer expressed enough of his appreciation for that.

When she released her nipple from her mouth, he took action. Leaning forward a little, he grabbed her butt, both because it was nice to grab and to stabilize her as he shifted from lying down to sitting with her in his lap, dick still fully hilted inside her.

He took a heartbeat to savor her surprised yelp shifting into a melodious moan as the change of position rubbed his shaft against her inner folds. Then he went in for a kiss but was momentarily surprised when she firmly redirected his head into her cleavage instead.

The confusion was short lived, as it occurred to him that he came in her mouth less than an hour ago. And appreciating her by lavishing attention on her breasts instead was just as good anyways.

He started licking and kissing her cleavage and the inner sides of her boobs, while massaging them from both sides. June resumed grinding in his lap. The change of position had limited her movement options a bit, but if anything her already considerable enthusiasm had grown.

While his efforts at breast worship started soft, June had made a display of enjoying rougher ministrations. So he made the gentleness a short prelude, before licking his way to one nipple and sucking it into his mouth while pinching the other one.

“Johnnn,” she moaned his name as her pussy clenched around him and her hips twitched straight towards him, interrupting the circling hip motion June had been in the middle of.

Taking that as encouragement, John redoubled his efforts, sucking, licking and biting at one nipple as his whims took him. Meanwhile, he alternated between pinching and twisting the other nipple, and roughly fondling the breast.

June continued to move her hips, rubbing her inner walls against his penis, and subject him to milking clenches. Both actions were growing increasingly erratic, though. “May I climax, John?”

He paused his **** on her breasts to look her in the eyes. Part of him wanted her to orgasm as fast and often as possible, but he also greatly relished her surrendering that control to him. And she wouldn’t have done that if she didn’t want him to set a limit or condition. “Not until I do.”

“Yes, John,“ she whimpered in response, but the look in her eyes told him that he was right on the money.

“Good girl.” He enjoyed how those words made her pussy react, then resumed the attack on her breasts by pinching and tugging both nipples. Instead of joining his mouth to those efforts, he nudged her to tilt her head so he could more easily access the side of her neck, which he proceeded to nibble and kiss.

On her part, June went for intensity and pace over fancy tricks. She alternated between as much of a bounce in his lap as his own efforts gave her space for and a side-to-side grinding motion.

As great as her milking trick had felt, this was more effective at building towards his orgasm. It was, however, still not mounting as quickly as her struggles to resist her own did. Her whimpers went from being a dozen or so seconds apart to near constant, and her pussy was twitching from the barely held back climax so frequently, the twitches could hardly be called erratic anymore.

He was at most 30 seconds out himself, but he didn’t think she’d be able to last that long. He didn’t feel confident in nailing the balancing act of administering a punishment for failing that was both enjoyable and punishment. He also thought it would be a shame to simply renege on the requirement, like it would detract from the whole thing.

It would be much better if he could just cum on demand, but that wasn’t possi- actually, it might be. Climax Control had a setting for adjusting orgasm threshold, that was currently set to make it as high as possible. Flipping the mental switch to ‘quickshot’ moved him from approaching the edge to right at the precipice.

Quickly, he put an arm around her waist to pin her in place and used his free hand to swat her ass as he commanded, “Cum!”

Her pussy clenching up in response pushed him over the edge. Whether the spank and command had overpowered her ability to resist, she had stopped resisting because of the latter, or she was set off by his first spurt, he neither knew nor cared. All he cared about was that her spasming walls were milking him with greater intensity than the deliberate action could, wringing every drop of semen from his shaft and sending white lightning across his vision as everything else blurred.

June threw her head back and screamed a single, clear tone at the ceiling. The gorgeous artist’s wetness overflowed, and she squirted hard enough into his lap that the splashback sprinkled her underbust.

When June’s climax ended she collapsed against him, temporarily exhausted by the intensity of the ecstatic spasms. John wrapped his arms around her and laid back with her resting on his chest. He luxuriated in the feeling of her breasts squished against him, the continuing embrace of her tight hole and the sight of her blissful expression.

Still, part of his mind was thinking ahead to his next ‘move’. He was down to one instant refill and wanted to aim for a strong finish, and his legs were ready for another workout. So he used the moment June was taking to cast Enhance Muscle for increased leg strength, and flip the Climax Control setting back to full stamina.

When she began lifting her torso, he gave her butt a quick swat. In addition to putting a stop to her motion and prompting a moan, her pussy clamping down around him triggered that last refill and he surged back to full hardness inside of her.

Then he rolled the two of them over, putting him on top. He was still for a moment like that, pausing to revel in the sight of her breasts jiggling from the rapid movement and desire shining past the satisfaction in her eyes. Then he grabbed her legs and bent them upwards until her knees framed her painted bosom.

Overflowing with wetness and already well used, there was no reason to start slow. Instead, he went for a hard pounding immediately. Each impact sent a ripple through her thighs and set her tits swinging wildly. Each clap of his groin striking hers was accompanied by the bed creaking in protest at the rough treatment, and he learned just how fierce he needed to be to fuck the musical quality out of her screams of pleasure.

There was no finesse to this, no special trick or technique. It was just the raw, primal pleasure of rutting into her with everything he had and brutalizing every sensitive spot inside her with his manhood. A pleasure he saw mirrored in her wanton expression and felt in her inner walls clamping down briefly on him every time he bottomed out.

As he was approaching his halfway point, June came again. Another squirt of liquid added to the mess that were their groins, and the orgasmic spasm either robbed her of her voice for a moment or pushed the pitch outside his hearing range. The spasm also locked her cunt down so tight that even with the copious lubrication, he had to dial back the intensity of the fucking a bit until she finished.

As soon as he could, he went right back to full steam jackhammering. For a while, there was nothing but the two of them, the pleasure they shared, and the build up towards their final crescendo. Time and place were concepts foreign to his mind, as was the existence of anything beyond this bed and the woman in it.

Then he slammed his cock home one last time and the proverbial dam burst. His vision whited out completely as every last drop of semen he could muster was shot into her depths. Her inner walls clamped down around him again and he felt her writhe in pleasure with what little range of motion the mating press afforded her. He did not know whose climax had started first, and at the moment he was too overcome with pleasure to care.

Then the peak faded and he was well and truly spent. Pulling out, he laid down next to June and propped himself up on his elbows so he could look at her. Her hair was messy, her face flushed, and the last climax had left her a bit cross eyed. From the navel down, she was drenched in squirt wetness, the rest of her was slick with sweat, and the paint on her breasts was smudged and running slightly. She was more beautiful than ever before.

After a long moment to regain her bearings, June languidly repositioned on the bed. In addition to taking her away from the area stained by her wetness, she was now lying in the correct direction for the first time since they entered the room.

She made a lazy “come hither” gesture with a finger that John took as an invitation to cuddle. While John moved to be the big spoon, she gingerly touched her ass with a fingertip. “Mhmm, I think you bruised my butt a bit towards the end…”

“Sorry, not sorry.” He chuckled. “Unless you’re still walking funny on Monday.”

“I don’t think it’s that bad.” She giggled melodiously,