Chapter Five

Cole didn’t protest when Krystal led the way, tugging him by the dick. She pushed him onto the crisp white sheets, performing a half-turn to showcase her full, heart-shaped caboose. Cole’s pulse quickened when she sank fingers into the undersides, right above her thick thighs, forming a mouthwatering crease beneath each fleshy globe, flexing one enormous cheek and then the other.

His towering manpole twitched in excitement, watching them bounce and wobble hypnotically. Looking back over her shoulder, Krystal clocked his reaction with a knowing smirk.

“You really are an ass man, aren’t you?” She chortled huskily, reaching for a tub of number 402 Prussian blue. “I’ve got a fancy to memorialize the day I rode the biggest slab of manmeat that ever walked on two legs.”

As though to illustrate her meaning, the fat-bottomed stunner poured the oily paint over her rear, letting it run down the deep crack and coat each juicy buttock. After an experimental spank, which generated a small shower of blue droplets, she crawled backward onto the bedding, swaying her wide hips seductively.

Cole spouted more precum in appreciation. His throbbing cock was a sledgehammer ready to smash bricks.

Or the glorious ass sculpted by the heavens themselves, presently leaking paint onto his crotch as Krystal wriggled into his lap.

“I was on the panel that viewed your submission, you know.” She crooned, reaching around to secure his preposterous girth in the depths of her butt cleavage. “The nude portrait of the young lady which won you the scholarship. I can’t help but notice you may have a type… or is the term ‘fetish’ closer to the truth? Big booty girls with plenty of curves to hold at night?”

“Call it whatever you like,” Cole grunted, sinking into a buttery-soft paradise and trailing a hand up her bowed spine. “I love real women, not those matchstick scarecrows they adore on the catwalks of Milan and Paris. I’ll not apologize for–Oh fuck!”

Krystal gripped her fabulous glutes, strangling his torrid shaft in a vise-like hold before releasing it to slide down to the base and clenching them again, smothering him in ass flesh.

She had him couched like a supersized hotdog between her toe-curling buns, the spunk-bubbling tip jutting out to slap against her tailbone. Paint and slippery precum lubed the passage as she gently rocked against him.

“Ah… you like that, don’t you?” Krystal whispered breathily. “Careful, stud. I’ve got your number now. You’re a dedicated booty fiend, and I’m just getting started.”

Rising on her knees, the captivating brunette slowly began twerking her rump, popping those flaring hips, and rolling in sinuous waves. Cole rode her meaty crack like a rodeo champion, seizing her tiny waist with a groan and leaving multicolor handprints on her pale skin.

“Jesus, Babe. That’s fucking amazing!”

“Knew you’d love it.” Krystal purred, squeezing her firm glutes with a playful wiggle. “I’m going to worship this huge cock with my fat ass until I get every last drop out of you.”

As though to prove her resolve, she quickly found a steady rhythm that made her cheeks clap, speckling the sheets with blue droplets. Each fleshy impact sandwiched Cole’s throbbing immensity in divine pressure, only to release then repeat with nut-rumbling rapidity.

Cole’s stomach and thighs were liberally splashed with paint. His enraged crown smeared navy-tinted seed along the bottom of her spine as bolts of electrified rapture seared his fraying nerves.

Having a woman… no, a veritable idol of unsurpassed femininity anointing him with her desires and the favored medium of his craft gave their coupling an undeniably horny symbology.

The studio resounded with bestial grunts and the lewd sounds of hot, sweaty sex.

Krystal held onto his knees for support, plunging her bodacious hindquarters up and down Cole’s rampant rigidity. Coaxing and grinding and flexing around him until the sheer, unadulterated pleasure climbed to critical levels.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” She panted in sinful exertion. “My pussy is dripping wet, craving the sensation of you plastering my skin with your creamy load. Dot it! I want it so badly.”

“Shit, shit, shit, oh shit!” Cole bellowed, fountaining like a geyser and hosing her slender back all the up to the shoulder blades in a torrent of viscous white. “You’re fucking perfect, babe!”

She gasped and shivered, spasmodically clenching her mind-blowing bootie under the gloopy barrage. Dense ropes tangled in her blanket of hair, gluing the chocolate tresses to her slick skin and giving it extra shine. She kept riding for a full, ball-draining minute before reaching behind to grab him again.

“Wow, maybe I’m the one in trouble.” Krystal giggled, stroking his painted-stained stiffness. “Don’t you ever go soft?”

“Not with a woman as gorgeous as you.”

The devilish twinkle in her tourmaline gaze vanished when she whirled on him, replaced with a ravenous hunger. Azure paint and sticky seed blotted her enchanting face and outrageous figure like a living work of abstract expressionism.

She was staggering to behold, possessively hugging his engorged enormity to her diaphragm. The drizzling tip prodded her underboob.

“Good, because I need to feel you stirring up my insides, stud.” Krystal nearly snarled the demand. “Mold my soaking pussy into the shape of this magnificent manhood and fuck me stupid. I want you to make me cum so fucking hard I pass out from pure pleasure. Make me howl, big guy!”

Cole didn’t hesitate. Grappling like a wrestler, he flipped her over with a grunt and dragged his monstrous cock into position at her sodden entrance. Usually, there would be a litany of warnings and cautions at this point, but wicked nymphette knew well what she was asking, and blood thundered in his ears, drowning out rational thought.

Hiking Krystal’s ankles onto his broad shoulders, Cole steadily parted her pink folds with one girthy inch, then the next. She was unbelievably hot, tight, and wet. Her brilliant eyes rolled and jaw slackened as he stretched her wide apart.

“Slow… hnnnnh! Start slow, please.” She babbled, pinching her fat nipples. “I’ll need… ahhhh! A se-second to adjust to your size…”

“Take all the time you need, babe.” He replied, relishing her snugness before stealing a kiss. She shoved her tongue into his mouth, nibbling at his bottom lip.

Leisurely, carefully, Cole pumped into her. Gradually, he pushed further within, exploring her phenomenal curves and deepest recesses with groping hands and turgid prick.

Krystal melted into a puddle on the bedding beneath him. Her expression was the picture of hedonistic bliss, jittering and moaning as he stuffed more cunt-crushing length into her tiny twat.

The first climax came when he was halfway inside her. Pussy walls compressing like a skintight fuckglove around Cole’s stupifying width in a gush of girl cum that bathed his crotch. Krystal shrieked in delirious glee, clawing at the bedding.

“You doing okay down there?” He asked, thrusting non-stop.

“More… hyaa~! Feel so full… need more!”

Never one to deny a lady, Cole continued to cram more of himself into her. Few women could take his entirety, and he had to be flattening her g-spot, if not knocking against the actual entrance to her womb. A blue froth formed around their connected sexes, dripping to soil the white sheets.

He hunched lower, folding Krystal in half like a jackknife and pushing her knees into her whopping great melons. Sweat covered their bodies, slickening their skin, and a mad light gleamed in the sexy brunette’s lust-crazed eyes.

“Deeper, stud… oooomff! You can g-go deeper…” She pleaded through chattering teeth. “I want you to fu-fuck my cervix… “haaah~! I’m falling in love with your giant do-donkey cock!”

“If I go much deeper, I’ll be prodding a lung.” Cole growled, pressing in anyway. “God, you’re stunning, babe. I can’t believe how fantastic you feel wrapped around me.”

Krystal didn’t reply. She couldn’t. Tears ran across her cheeks, and her tongue lolled as he sank the last few inches inside. She convulsed in bone-rattling raptures, emitting shrill squeaks when Cole finally bottomed out. An obscene bulge in the shape of his gigantic hard-on distended the smooth flesh of her stomach, stretching all the way to her sternum.

“Faaark… that’s a sight.” He groaned, stilling to give the dazed size-queen a moment. “You’re one in a million, babe.”

“Ha… ha… if that’s the case…” She sounded winded, literally punched in the guts. “You better start fucking my br-brains out… gah! Until I can’t remember my name.”

Like the green light at a Formula One race, the goading words revved Cole’s libido into overdrive. He pulled back, then slammed forward, grabbing her slim shoulders for leverage.

Krystal yowled in soulful pleasure, thrashing in his grasp. Her sopping snatch clung to his pistoning pole each time he withdrew, welcoming him in again with a splash of foamy fluids.

“AAAYEEEE!! Fuck me, fuck me! Pound me harder, stud!”

Cole was speechless, mind clouded by an intense desire to ravish the insatiable she-devil quivering beneath him. The cool and professional teacher turned into a sex demon speared on his titanic hardness.

They crashed together. Her thick rump cushioned the blows of his hips, bouncing hypnotically with every carnal collision. Nails raked, teeth bit, and ruby lips drooled out breathy noises as Krystal fought like a hellcat in heat, driven wild with unbridled passion.

Her ecstatic caterwauling split the air until Cole muzzled her wailing mouth in another scorching kiss, feeling his balls grumble like an approaching storm front. Their tongues danced and tangled, drinking of each other, furiously humping bodies entwined in a hyper-explicit reenactment of the original sin.

”Whaaa~… can’t take… much more…” Krystal sobbed, her features going slack and pupils dilating. “Can’t… stop… cumming!”

“I’m almost there.” He huffed, sensing the approaching apex. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside me! InsideMeInsideMeInsideMeInsideMeee~!”

With a guttural roar, Cole plunged to the hilt and exploded. Wave after wave of his third epic load jettisoned directly into the blathering brunette’s belly, making her scream with euphoria. She clutched and trembled against him, eyes rolling until only the whites showed, and her alluring face sagged into unconsciousness.

Just as the lady had requested.

Cole gathered her in an embrace, still buried deep within her abused cunt, and tenderly stroked her matted brown hair.

Krystal’s breathing was slow and relaxed. A peaceful expression graced her fine features. Looking from her to the portrait where it sat on the easel, an affectionate smile quirked his lips. She was everything he had captured on canvas and more besides. He could try a thousand times and never truly encapsulate all there was to the vivacious beauty in his arms.

Gently withdrawing with a soggy plop, Cole began arranging her in a more comfortable position when the rumpled bedding caught his attention. The sheets were a ghastly mess of drying paint and mingled fluids.

He was contemplating where the spare linens might be kept when Krystal stirred with a satisfying sigh followed by a cute burp.

“Pardon me,” She giggled, stretching out languorously. “Wow, you really stuffed me to the gills, stud. Bravo on the star performance.”

“I’m happy my audience is pleased,” Cole said, giving a theatre bow. “Glad you’re awake, though. Care to help me wash and change the sheets?”

“Absolutely not!” She cried as though he had suggested casual ****. “Give me ten minutes to get some feeling back in my legs, and then I’ll show you what I have planned.”

Krystal leaned heavily on Cole as they traded puffs on a Virginia Slim.

“What shall we name it?” He asked, looping an arm around her waist and palming a fat buttcheek for emphasis. “Azure Visions of Heinie?”

“I’m not sure.” She laughed, snuggling closer. “The patterns of blue and white reminds me of the Chinoiserie interpretations found in glazed vases and old chinaware. How about “The Dragon and the Maiden?’”

Cole stared thoughtfully at the ruined sheet where it hung on a wire strung across the studio space. They were both naked and filthy, covered in paint and sex, seriously considering it like a prized exhibition piece.

“The Dragon?” His head tilted, searching for the mythical likeness when Krystal’s fingers wrapped around his low-hanging shaft. “Ah, that dragon… wait, does that make you the maiden? Because you certainly don’t fuck like one.”

“How do I fuck then?” She asked in a sultry tone, stroking him slyly. “Oops, I think I may have woken the sleeping monster.”

“You fuck like a goddam champion of legend.” Cole tucked a finger under her chin to steal a greedy kiss. “Should I call you Helen of Troy and fight wars for your favor?”

“Hmmm, maybe.” She purred, fondling his balls. “But, we’re both a mess right now. How about we continue this conversation in the shower? You can scrub every inch of me, and I’ll do the same in return. The detachable head has a massage setting I’m dying to show you.”

Cole’s Trojan horse-cock rose to full mast at the image and her skillful ministrations.

“Lead the way, Lady Helen. Achilles follows, and it’s not my ankles you need to worry about.”

End of Part One.

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