Chapter Nine

“Oh, Jesus. Oh, FUCK!” Krystal howled as he knelt, slurping at her bald slit.

They were in the shower again. Hot water sprayed their glistening bodies. The gorgeous authority figure had a smooth leg hooked over Cole’s shoulder. Balancing precariously on one foot, she leaned against the tiled wall for support while he swirled his tongue across her budding pearl.

“Don’t stop… hnnngh~! Don’t you dare fucking stop!” She yanked his hair, quivering through another gushing climax which he hungrily lapped up. “God, who taught you to eat pussy? I-I should send them a thank you card.”

Damn, he loved the way her thick thighs wrapped around his head while he massaged that large and immaculately shaped butt with both hands. His fingers sank into the firm ass cleavage as though it were bread dough, pulling her fat cheeks apart as he lashed his tongue over her soaking folds.

Cole had sprinted back to the studio and practically kicked the door down to find her lazily soaping her dynamite body in a sinfully erotic show. He’d almost climbed into the shower fully clothed to ravish her before she stopped him with an upraised finger.

Once his shirt, slacks and boxers were littered across the floor, he dived headlong into that juicy snatch like a fat guy at a pie-eating contest. Ten minutes later, Krystal had wailed her way through the first of many vocal orgasms and didn’t seem inclined to stop him or modulate her volume.

Somehow, she got even louder when his middle finger slid past her puckered backdoor.

“Haaa… careful, big guy. That’s a-a sweet spot for me. Mmmmnph~! Don-don’t start playing back there unless… oh, GOD! I’m cumming on your face again!!”

Was this woman the ultimate jackpot or what? Cole wasn’t sure he’d ever met a more uninhibited nympho in his life. Capitalizing on his discovery, he slipped the finger in and thanked heaven for the generous thighs smothering his ears when she screamed like a **** victim.

The torrent of girly nectar bathing his chin proved her words were true. Cole’s aching cock thrummed, a missile ready to launch as he drank it all.

He loved getting a beautiful woman off. Loved how they bucked and squirmed, lost in the throes of **** carnality. There was nothing more magnificent–no feeling more intoxicating–than seeing his lover reduced to a state of mindless bliss.

“Stop, stop! I can’t take anymore.” Krystal tugged his head away with a breathless gasp. “I’m going to faint if you keep going. Be still my beating heart!”

Relenting with one last lick, Cole guided her leg off his shoulder and steadied her quivering hips as he rose to stand. The panting brunette collapsed against his chest, sucking in air and trapping his pulsating enormity between them.

“Glad you enjoyed–” His quip was cut short when she mashed her mouth into his, her pink tongue snaking around the outline of his lips before invading them. “Hnnff~!”

Slick, sudsy hands gripped his meaty staff, immediately jacking the preposterous length throughout the heated kiss, where Krystal attempted to vacuum every drop of moisture from Cole’s mouth.

“Fuck, I love tasting myself on you.” She purred, lapping at his jawline, her fingers still stroking. “But you know what would taste even better?” She pressed in to nibble his earlobe. “Another woman.”

He growled, cock lurching in her grasp and wrapping muscular arms around her. “Is that so?”

“Not just any woman. No tramps allowed.” Krystal chided, moaning lustily when he embraced her tighter. “A respectable woman, though? Someone with confidence, talent and allure. Maybe more than one? A monster like this was meant to be shared, not confined to a single puss-puss. Just as your artistic gift must be shared with everyone!”

Her soapy hands shlicked-schlicked along his steely girth, making quiet but distinct sounds in the enclosed space.

“Looking for another playmate already, Miss Laurier?” Cole asked in a gruff baritone, balls flexing. “I won’t object if…”

“That’s not it, precisely.” She answered, rolling a palm over his turgid crown in a knee-weakening flourish. “I can appreciate the attractive features of the female form. Many beautiful women attend this school, but I’m not attracted to them like that.”

Schlick-schlick

“However, the idea of seeing my man taking another woman in bed while I watch is a huge turn-on for me.” Her hands squeezed his shaft, stropping him faster. “I could kiss and caress your muscles–so big and strong–as you split her wide open. My cunt is on fire just imagining the moans of ecstasy she would make while you fucked her senseless. Jesus, I could almost cum again, simply envisioning it.”

Schlick-schlick

“And afterward?” Cole asked, fascinated and more than a little heated by her dirty talk.

“Afterward, I’d join her in cleaning you before riding this massive bull myself. Like I yearn to right now, but first, I want to give you something special to prove how serious I am about this connection we’re building.”

“You don’t have to–”

Schlick-schlick

“I know, but I really want to, stud. You’re near to the edge. I can feel it. So this won’t take long, and I’m certain we’ll both enjoy this immensely.” She spun around to brace her hands on the glass shower screen and shook her succulent peach at him. It wobbled and glistened like two prize-winning jellies. “I desperately need you to stretch out my ass and dump a hot load deep inside. But be gentle, m’kay? You’re a very big boy.”

The way Krystal had maneuvered events left Cole’s sudsy shlong resting in the expansive valley of her cushiony cheeks. It reached past her tailbone, dribbling precum on the small of her back.

He had reservations. No woman had taken his jumbo size in the rear before; he was plainly too large for such a small hole. But his blood was pounding, and Krystal was begging and twerking that juicy bootie in an irresistible fashion.

“I’ll go slow,” he said, pulling back to press his bulbous crown against her cinnamon pucker. She groaned in delighted anticipation. “Tell me to stop when it becomes uncomfortable.”

“I will, I promise. Now fuck my naughty asshole and give me that jizz!”

She arched her spine, bouncing and clapping her luscious cheeks around his enraged tip. That was almost enough to end Cole then and there. She’d been correct in guessing how close he was finishing after all the foreplay.

The pump was primed. It only needed to be aimed in the right direction.

Slowly, he pierced her. Grunting as she stretched like a rubber ring until his cockhead was buried in clenching tightness. Krystal shuddered and released an adorable squeak, still twerking like a superstar. Gripping her jutting hips like handlebars, he eased in a few more girthy inches.

“Hrrrrngh~! That’s it, stud. Gimme more, I want to feel more of you filling my bowels… Aaaahh~! I’ve never felt so full… gonna cum again!”

Her volume was rising once more and Cole’s throbbing balls were on red alert. Hot water splashed over their wet bodies and steam billowed, lending tropical humidity to the illicit scene. He was a college freshman, fucking his gorgeous, older teacher’s sensational rump in the shower.

There was a reversal in power dynamics that only made their forbidden union more erotic.

Shit, he was skirting the brink of a precipice. Ready to blow at the slightest provocation.

“Fuck, babe. I’m nearly at my limit–”

“Do it, explode inside me!”

“Oh!”

A sharp gasp filtered through the haze of lust, Cole’s sex-addled brain realized the sound wasn’t coming from them.

His searching gaze found Lita hugging the bathroom doorway, wrapped in form-fitting yoga leggings, her wide hazel eyes locked on him as she gaped in shock. Stiff nipples were visible through the sheer white sports top covering her pert chest as she witnessed his manly physique utterly wrecking her friend with his monstrous member.

The unexpected sight of the tattooed voyeur was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. Cole roared, rammed several more thick inches into his buxom lover’s constricted sphincter, and erupted like Mt Krakatoa.

“GAWD, YEEESSSS!!” Krystal shrieked, eyes rolling back in her skull as her drenched pussy squirted all over the glass screen.

Fireworks detonated behind Cole’s eyes. New Year's Eve, Fourth of July and Chinese New Year all rolled into one mega-extravaganza as his rapturous release fired rope after sticky rope of copious manseed into that skin-tight pucker. She trapped Cole between her massive glutes, half-burrowed inside her tightest hole, cumming his soul out until darkness threatened to envelop him.

When the world eventually stopped spinning, Cole found himself draped limply over Krystal’s protuberant shelf of an ass, resting peacefully–if breathlessly–on those luxuriously soft cheeks. The shower water streamed over their spooning bodies.

How either of them remained upright was a mystery for the ages, but there they were, and Lita was gone.

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