Body paint

Dara didn't want to let go, her ankles locking amongst themselves, keeping her lover pinned, and his cock buried where she wanted ... needed ... it most. But Colin had other plans, and his strength was too much for Dara. Colin withdrew his cock, much to Dara's disgruntled dismay, the wet 'plop' filling the air as his cock sprung free from her vaginal grip. She was too wet, too stretched, and generally too used to keep Colin's cock in her cunt.

Dara grunted in frustration at the sudden void, despite the orgasm coursing through her veins. Colin's massive cannon immediately shot its first volley before he had a chance to aim it. The arcing comet shot between their two bodies, landing between Dara's twin peaks. The long tail trailed all the way to her navel like a wide river flowing from the valley of the mountains. Now with his grip around his girth, Colin aimed the next volley closer to the target Dara had offered, rather hitting her in the neck instead. The second had trailed along her jaw towards her left ear. The third shot made its contact right between her eyes with its companion trailing along the bridge of her nose and across her open mouth coming to rest upon her chin.

Dara convulsed when each shot landed on her flesh, the heat from the projectiles searing her skin as it marked her, She wanted, needed, and thirsted for his load, and was only minimally rewarded by the thin tail that had finally made its mark. Her tongue eagerly lapped what she could gather, drawing it into her parched opening, swallowing it greedily into her starving stomach. The next three rockets shot in similar fashion, landing on her forehead with the remnants trailing into her open mouth.

Covered and plastered in Colin's cum, Dara continued to lap at what her tongue could spear, or what hand landed in her open mouth. It wasn't until Colin shifted and leapt upwards to straddle her heaving chest, that she was rewarded with his cock entering her mouth. Dara greedily slurped and sucked the bulbous manmeat into her mouth, suctioning the remainder of his generous offering into her stomach.

Dara managed to get a little more than a mouthful; however, it only made her hungrier for more, barely quenching her thirst. Dara knew her lover was capable of more and continued to suckle, slurp, and lash her tongue over the mushroomed tip, spearing her tongue into the tiny hole repeatedly. She marveled at how the awesome appendage never lost its size or firmness, indicative of his ability to give a repeat performance.

"You love the taste of pussy on cock! You can't get enough!" Colin's voice felt like a hot branding iron on her brain, searing words imprinted forever. And yet, she nodded, her mouth full of his cock, humming affirmatively. She hadn't really thought about it when she took his cock into her mouth! She wanted his offering too much to even consider the fact that it was coated with her tart secretions. However, now that Colin had said that, the truth had been sealed. She savored the unique taste and how it mingled with Colin's salty offering. It was pleasant upon her palette and something she could easily grow accustomed to.

The more she sucked on the glorious giant, the more she wanted to taste more. She licked, sucked, swallowed every inch of his flesh, that had her scent until there was absolutely none left. His cock was rock hard at this point, and she wanted ... needed ... more! With no other option available, Dara took the rod out of her mouth and looked up at her lover! "More ... Cock ... Can't get enough ... Pussy on cock!" Pleading between laving swabs of her tongue along his length, Dara could not stop herself from begging, "Fuck me again!"

Dara's conscious mind could not believe she was actually begging to be taken again, yet she was powerless to stop the repeat performance. So Colin, being the helpful, considerate, generous person he was, gladly obliged and helped Dara in her time of need. This time, grabbing her ankles, he raised them high in the air and parted them wide. His steel pole was aimed perfectly at her abused opening and he slid in effortlessly. locking her legs above his shoulders, he bent Dara in half as he thrust his sword into her. He rutted her royally as he pounded her into the carpet, his full weight dropping onto her flailing form. More name calling was followed by more tumultuous orgasms, until Colin, replicated his previous artwork. He decorated Dara's flesh with several thick ropes of his pungent, hot semen, leaving only trails of his artwork to enter into the helpless woman's open mouth. several more ill-aimed shots covered Dara's face, neck and hair before he finally relented and put the red hot poker directly into her mouth.

Dara, for her part, just allowed Colin to paint her as he desired, for she knew the 'truth'. As Colin had stated, she 'looked absolutely beautiful with his cum splattered on her, and it felt great!' What drove Dara wild, however, was her hunger to devour Colin's cock, after it had just plundered her well-plowed pussy! She thirsted for the taste of her pussy on his cock, and wanted all she could gather. So, with renewed vigor and energy, Dara diligently sucked, licked, swallowed, every droplet she could until Colin was cleaned thoroughly. Dara performed with such skill that Colin was standing at attention yet again, reigniting Dara's desire for more!

"More!" Dara pleaded yet again. This time, however, Dara did not need any further pleading before Colin flipped her over to her hands and knees. Colin grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh and thrust mightily into her, driving the air from her lungs. He continued to mate with her, forcefully pulling her back unto his pole, repeatedly knocking at the door to her cervix. The two fucked like dogs in heat, perspiration pouring from every pore imaginable until Colin felt the desirous urge once more. This time he coated Dara's backside with two long ropes that draped along each glutinous orb of ass meat before flipping her over and adding to her face.

The lewd acts continued nonstop throughout the evening and into the early morning. Dara lost count of how many times Colin had fucked her, nor could she recall all the positions they had mated in. She couldn't remember how much of his semen she had taken down her throat. She could only feel the cloak of semen that he had generously provided for her. She knew she was covered with his superfluous semen from head to toe, in various stages of drying. She could smell his masculinity on her. Yet the foremost thought in Dara's mind, was the wonderful, lingering taste of pussy on her tongue as she continued to lap at the amazing appendage that continued to stand at attention!

If Colin hadn't possessed the strength and fortitude to exclaim, "Enough," Dara was sure they'd be going for several more hours. So Dara knelt obediently and patiently before her idol.

Colin returned to his seat, looked at his prized possession and dismissed her proudly, "You may go now Mrs. Keen!" Dara rose and turned and began to leave. As she reached the doorway, she heard Colin call out, "See you soon SLUT!"