Chapter Thirteen

Dredging his tip through Lita's wetness, Cole further lubricated himself with her juices, then carefully lowered her, parting her glistening folds.

He’d barely entered the thick-bottomed hellcat before hitting a roadblock. She was tight, painfully so, and he was too big. Like trying to drive a Mack Truck through a pedestrian subway, he simply wasn’t going to fit.

“No, no, no, no. Don’t stop!” Lita begged, dropping a hand to strum her love button. “Shove it in, hurry! I’ll loosen up once you’re inside me.”

Redoubling his hold on her thighs, Cole took a calming breath, then dragged her downward. She squealed and shook violently. Womanly nectar misted his length until suddenly, he was inching into her.

“Oh fuck… oh FUCK!” The eloquent blonde babbled, “I-I just blasted off like a fu-fucking rocket! Keep… Haaa~! Keep going… keep fi-filling me…”

She was still impossibly snug, but the flowing fluids and muscle spasms of her torrential climax gave him the proverbial elbow room to move.

Cole bent to suckle on her pert nipples, adoring the pebbled texture of those tiny pink nubs. Lita arched into him, moaning garbled encouragement. He gently thrust up into her, sinking deeper with every probing movement, and was rewarded with hot panting mewls as she welcomed him in.

The friction of naked skin on skin, the slickness of their perspiration, and the mingled sounds they exuded created a symphony of primal pleasure. Her vise-like grip on his mammoth shaft was maddening in one second, pure paradise in the next.

“Jesus, you’re goddamn perfect, Lita.” Cole grunted, shifting his palms to maul her spectacular rump, spreading her hefty cheeks. “I see you for who you really are. Not the ink, not the clothing, or the hairdo… you. And I’m going to make you mine!”

“Ah! Please… pleeeeease~!” She whimpered when he finally bottomed out within her clutching depths. “Do it… gah! Take me there. Reshape m-me with your giant cock… ruin me!”

“Do it, stud. Holy shit, you two are so sexy.” Krystal groaned from the sidelines. The bombshell brunette’s bra had disappeared–exposing those enormous, creamy breasts–and the smart pencil skirt was bunched about her lissome waist as she vigorously jilled herself. “I can’t believe how hot you look together. Make her cum again. Make me watch while you smash that naughty snatch with your donkey dick!”

Cole was swept away on a tidal wave of carnal sensations. His balls churned like whirlpools, but the skin-tight seal of Lita’s constricted cunt restrained any release.

She was just too damn tight. Yet somehow, they managed–in a lewd, steamy frenzy–to fully join in carnal unity.

“I-I-I… oh FAAAARK!!” The bucking blonde howled, unraveling when he bottomed out. “Almost… aaah! Almost too big… too fu-fucking amazing!”

“So fucking amazing.” Krystal echoed, her fingers blurring. “Both of you.”

“I’m going to start moving now,” Cole warned her. If he didn’t, something was liable to rupture. “Tell me to stop if anything feels wrong. The last thing I want is to hurt you, sexy.”

Being hung like a horse wasn’t all candy and roses. Many women weren’t equipped to handle his farmyard equipment or were scared to try. The fact he’d found two was a miracle, even without factoring in the emotions developing between them.

They were brilliant, gorgeous size-queens and Cole was reminded he wasn’t dreaming when Lita yanked him in for another tongue-fueled kiss. Her dark lashes fluttered as they tasted each other again, then she moaned into his mouth when he began to gently rock inside her.

Slowly, he thrust. Small, testing motions. Supporting and handling her, using her thickset buttocks as handholds. He arrested the action with a crisp slap to her flank when she attempted to grind or bounce, which sent her into fresh fits of gushing ecstasy.

“Don’t rush your first time, sexy. Sink into it. Relish it.” He chided, punctuating the point with a languorous swirl of his hips. “Let me make this a memorable moment.”

“You are… mmmnph~! I swear, you are.” Lita quaked in his arms, clinging like a leech. “But what… what about your pl-pleasure?”

“Don’t worry about me.” He soothed, kissing her forehead and slightly increasing the tempo. “I’m happiest when my partner is enjoying herself. Feeling your orgasms, the way you clamp down on me is hot as fuck. Besides, I could spend weeks worshipping this perfect ass.”

Cole gave it another spank electing an adorable yipping sound from the blissed-out blonde. Speech failed her, reduced to primitive huffs and squeals as she surrendered to physical rapture.

Existence shrank to a pinpoint focused on them. Cole sheathing his herculean pole within her quivering slit. Stretching her and crushing her g-spot as he stuffed her beyond full. Their lips explored each other, kissing and licking sweaty skin with occasional nips and bites.

Quiet jazz and Krystal’s sensuous panting formed a background track, heightening the mood.

“Holy shit, stud. Make her cum again for me, please?” She begged, propped against the table covered in camera gear, pinching a puckered nipple. “I love how her face goes slack when she loses control on your big, hard cock.”

Like a locomotive gaining momentum, Cole was doing exactly that. Pistoning into the punk princess, kneading her fat cheeks like bread dough. His fingers sank into that abundant flesh as they jiggled and clapped with every pounding penetration.

Lita was riding the express train, destination: O-town. Her head lolled limply. Spittle speckled her sagging chin. Fragrant pussy honey squirted liberally as the temperature skyrocketed.

Cole lost count of her climaxes, not really keeping track anyway. He would have erupted twice or more if she wasn’t squeezing him like a boa constrictor. It was heaven and hell combined, a strange edging experience despite being balls-deep in a woman he craved like an addiction. He desperately wanted to finish but couldn’t. Instead, the thrill and pleasure accumulated, compounded, as her skin-tight snatch choked off his release.

He would have kept hammering for hours, or until his heart imploded, then she finally gathered the will to speak despite the cloud of endorphins fogging her brain.

“No more… I want to… hyaaa! But I can’t!” She blurted through joyful tears. “Don’t break me, boo. Please. Put me down. Let me take care of you too.”

Cole complied with a lusty groan. Carefully kneeling until she rested on the polished stone floor and extracted from her gaping slit with a wet pop!

She gasped when cool air rushed in.

Perspiration slicked Lita’s sun-bronzed skin. Worn out, disheveled, boneless, luxuriously naked, she still resembled a tattooed goddess—a picture of erotic femininity he urgently wanted to paint. Precum drooled from his swinging prong; however, he was fixated by her ethereal beauty.

“A girl could get used to being stared at like that.” She giggled, hiccupping between stuttered breaths. “By the right guy, of course. Give me a minute to bask; you banged all the strength out of me. Like, wow, mind blown!”

“I confided as much at lunch yesterday.” Krystal sauntered over, smug as the cat who got the cream. Bending, she claimed Cole’s lips in a hungry kiss. “Thank you for looking after my friend. Want me to finish you off, big guy?”

Her deft fingers found his jutting erection with unerring accuracy.

“Hey! I’m not dead, just enjoying the afterglow.” Lita protested, clambering to all fours. “Back off. I already said I’d take care of him.”

“By all means, girlfriend. I won’t stop you.”

Cole didn’t argue when his buxom brunette settled behind him, draped contentedly across his back and nuzzling his neck. The sight of Lita crawling toward him, shaking her tail feather like a happy pet, kept him enthralled.

“Quick confession,” she said, blushing like a tomato. “You are totally the first to round all the bases, but I’m a pro at reaching third. Went through a phase where I was really into bass guitarists and another tattooist–before I discovered he had a girlfriend–but you’re the only guy who’s gone all the way.” She dithered nervously. “And I broke my hymen in a biking accident as a teen, if you were questioning the lack of blood.”

Cole blinked at her, caressing her flushed cheek. “I don’t care about any of that, Lita. Your past is your own. It crafted you into a woman I deeply admire and led you here to me. Our history doesn’t define us. It’s a path we travel, with turns and roundabouts, a journey of self-discovery. I’m glad to be a part of yours.”

“Jesus, boo. Enough with the dime-store philosophy.” She rolled her bright hazel eyes in amused exasperation. “I’m telling you I can suck the chrome off a tow bar. Shut up and let me do this for you.”

Positioned over his lap, Lita seized hold of his trunk-like base and dove straight in. Mouth opened wide, she engulfed Cole’s cum-coated crown with a gulp, pushing him directly into her throat. Dark-painted lips formed an O shape as she bobbed and suckled, rising to swish her tongue around the head like an ice cream cone before swallowing him again.

“Holy fuck! You weren’t kidding.” He exclaimed, jolting in surprise.

“Goodness, she’s really tackling it with gusto,” Krystal observed, tracing manicured fingernails across his pecs. “I’d be jealous if it wasn’t so exciting to watch.”

The curvaceous teacher wasn’t lying. Cole could feel her dampness as she rubbed herself on his backside. She was essentially huffing his hair while her soft hands played across his rugged muscles, pressing firmly against him.

“Did you know she could do this?” He asked, twitching when Lita took more of his gob-stopping girth into her warm, wet esophagus.

She slobbered and slurped loudly, stroking his extended shaft as she furiously face-fucked herself on the top six inches. Saliva ran along the veiny flesh mixed with globs of pearly precum which she used for extra lubrication.

“Friends don’t keep secrets from each other.” Krystal purred, nipping his earlobe. “In fact, she once told me how it drives her crazy when a man takes control when she’s deepthroating him. Think you can manage that, stud?”

Cole wasn’t sure he would last long enough to do anything except explode from the maximal pleasure the gagging blonde was delivering, but he would damn well give her his best.

Grabbing her gurgling skull in both hands, he shifted on his knees to slam into her moaning mouth. Rather than **** or complaining, Lita shivered and pumped him faster, jacking him harder as he bulged her slender neck. Those hazel eyes locked on his were glassy with desire.

“You do enjoy that, don’t you?” Cole growled, ramming into her again. Bolts of euphoria electrified his giant prong like a struck lightning rod. “You get off on being used, sexy?”

“Mm-hmmm!” Her reply was understandably garbled. “Mlurp! Ack! Ack!”

“Giver her more, she can take more.” Krystal pleaded, gnawing his shoulder while she rode his thrusting glutes. “She wants you to get rough, big guy. She’s fantasized about a dominant partner who’ll own her in bed.”

Cole had to marvel at the differences between these two astounding women. The striking contrast of Krystal’s mature refinement (which he found irresistibly enticing) and Lita’s intoxicating need to please (which was equally arousing in a completely different fashion).

They were opposite ends of his erotic spectrum but fit together like yin and yang. Opposites attracted to become the best of friends.

“I’ll treat you however you like,” He grunted, repeatedly impaling her pretty face on his turgid tool. “I will fulfill your needs no matter how kinky. You want to be my personal plaything in private? Sign me up. Now, get ready to swallow, pet. Because here I cum!”

“Mmmmnff~!”

Cole’s balls scrambled like a fleet of fighter jets, screaming into battle. The hot snugness of her throat welcomed him in before clamping down to milk his **** width with a series of heavy gulps.

He bellowed out his release. Dumping load after plentiful load directly into her ravenous tummy. Lita’s tremendous tooshie waggled happily as she guzzled his sticky spunk straight from the spouting spigot.

The sensation was supremely intense after all the build-up, nearly overwhelming. He wavered on the edge of consciousness, relying on Krystal’s embrace to remain upright.

When Cole came to his senses, he found himself flat on the floor, head resting in his older lover’s lap. She beamed down at him with pride, tenderly wiping a strand of hair from his brow.

“That… That was…” His tongue felt thick and clumsy.

“That was incredible.” She finished for him. Her smile was radiant. “Though I believe you have unleashed a tigress, stud.”

“Wha-what?”

Then Cole perceived a weight pinning his lower half and solid flesh encompassing his unflagging stiffness. Straining his neck, he discovered Lita straddling his thighs in a reverse cowgirl position, hotdogging his brawny bratwurst within those bountiful bronzed buns.

“Give it to me, make me yours!” She babbled, madly twerking and clapping her glorious cheeks around him. “You promised… nyaa~! You promised to claim me!”

Her voice verged on unhinged. Ragged and ****. Kai Ming Shou’s many tails whipped in agitation as she gyrated with his glistening pole wedged in her cavernous crack. The dark lipstick stains she’d left on him earlier smudged her sweaty skin.

Cole’s fatigue evaporated in a heartbeat. His balls rallied for a second **** at the vision of mouthwatering booty jiggling deliciously atop him. It was all he had dreamed of and more.

“And I keep my promises, pet.”

He flexed up into the verdant valley of her butt cleavage, coaxing a squeal from the blonde nymphet. She grasped his knees for support, whimpering like a lost dog reunited with its owner.

“Do it, boo. Mark this fat ass and make it yours forever!”

Confirming Cole’s speedy recovery, Krystal knee-walked around them to face Lita and pulled her into a compassionate hug. She stared smokily at him over the bouncing blonde's shoulder.

“He will, girlfriend. No fear. Here, let me help.” The half-naked teacher glided hands down and–after a lascivious wink–mashed her friend's hefty hindquarters about his riotous rod.

The vision of his two unbelievable beauties and the yielding firmness of Lita’s divine derriere sent Cole’s libido into overdrive. Blood surged in his veins like high-octane fuel, and his muscles spasmed, rocketing him to stratospheric heights of butt-loving exertions.

The uber-hung artist lunged upward so powerfully they floated briefly in midair before gravity dragged them down with thigh-smacking ****. Lita thrashed in a blind frenzy, swiveling and tucking her hips, jacking him with her ripe peach.

“I need your huge cock, boo! I’m dying to feel your cum paint my skin.” She went berserk in his lap, but Krystal held her tight. “Smack my ass and say I’m yours! Call me your pet again!”

The abrupt change in her nature was startling. Unprecedented. The assured, unshakable college senior had devolved into a shameless, attention-starved sex kitten who craved validation.

“You’re mine, pet!” Cole slapped her rippling rear with a resounding crack! Rapidly followed by another. “My sweet, gorgeous, obedient pet!”

She jittered and flailed, burying her face in Krystal’s chocolate mane to stifle a jubilant cry. He continued jackhammering her juicy crack with every scrap of strength left in him.

Everything blurred into a tidal wave of sensations. The noisy impacts of colliding flesh. The yelps and trills of sinful indulgent. The hot press of their bodies tangled together. Three hearts joined in horny synchrony, creating a rhythm uniquely special to them until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck… shit! I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

Seconds later, Lita wailed and Cole roared as he blasted her prodigious posterior with another fountain of frothy seed. Gooey white splotches oozed across black lines of ink. She collapsed, wheezing and mewling, finally spent.

“I hope you’re ready to satisfy me next.” Krystal cooed, rubbing her exhausted friend's back. “Because I’m hornier than a stoat after witnessing that show.”

“I might need a minute to catch my breath.” He gasped. “You girls are going to drain me dry.”

“Count on it, stud.” She tittered gleefully. “And I will ensure you love every second of it.”

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