Chapter Twenty One

“Come sit, mule boy. I wanna talk about your… what’d you call it? Um, your non-traditional arrangement.”

She kicked off her heels as he sat, then adopted a serious expression.

“You know Krystal, Lita and I have been texting since yesterday's shopping trip, right? Mainly girl talk and banter about our date.” She asked. Cole nodded. “They weren’t exactly subtle about it. Pressing me to ‘take a shot’ at you and giving me pointers on how to snag your interest. Krystal especially. That lady is more devious than anyone would believe.”

“As I’m constantly learning,” Cole muttered dryly.

“Wasn’t difficult to decipher the puzzle.” Rachael giggled, leaning into his side. “The way you look at them. How they act around you. The vibe y’all broadcast when together. If Krystal hadn’t pimped you out like a john, our classmates would’ve cottoned on to everything already. As I said, she’d devious.”

“It was quite the curveball.” He agreed. “Caught me flat-footed too.”

“What intrigues me is how easy y’all are around each other. There’s no jealousy or cattiness. You don’t swagger like the would-be Lotharios who hounded my Ma. Neither am I blind to the affection and regard you hold for those women, which they return in spades.” The bodacious short-stack rested a dainty hand on Cole’s leg. “Truthfully, I’m a little envious.”

“You are?”

“Listen, mule boy. I told you about my childhood. The school of hard knocks and all. Love comes in various shapes and sizes. Some are toxic, others not. I’ve seen plural relationships that are sustainable because the parties involved communicate honestly and respectfully and deeply care for each other.” Her hand quested to the growing lump in his pants. “If you can promise me that, I’m open to giving non-traditional a fair go.”

Cole reeled as though struck.

This sexy bundle of fun had read him like a book, and–rather than condemning him as a narcissistic womanizer–she was offering a chance to prove his worth.

He could have kissed her, then did exactly that.

”Hmmmfff~!”

Rachael melted against him, her lush contours melding into the hard lines of his athletic body. She was so short Cole had to stoop to claim her rose-pedal lips. Tongues wrestled as their hands explored and ripped at suddenly restrictive clothing.

He tugged down the front of her crimson gown to grope at her big breasts. She moaned into his mouth before suddenly pulling away.

“Wait, not here. Ebony will pitch a fit if we soil the couch.” The now bare-chested hottie whimpered, hauling Cole to his feet. “My room’s this way.”

She gave him the express tour of the apartment, which amounted to pointing out the bathroom “if you need it,” then tugging him by the belt into her bedroom.

Her motions were aggressive. Needy. Those of a ravenous woman who’d fasted for days. She fumbled for the light switch, yanking him down to mash lips again.

Rather than hunching, Cole grabbed great handfuls of her abundant behind and lifted the horny little she-devil. At five foot nothing, she wasn’t heavy, though her substantial assets had some heft. Ankles crossed behind his back as Rachael wrapped herself around him.

She moaned when he trapped her against the wall, freeing a hand to maul her creamy titflesh. Fingers disappeared in that springy softness, causing her to buck against his aching bulge.

“Aaah~... the bed… take me to the bed.” She whispered, her plea urgent. “There’s a bunch of fantasies I’ve dreamed of fulfilling since meeting you, mule boy.”

Spinning unsteadily, Cole got his first sight of her room.

Rachael’s tastes in decore were surprisingly girly. Pastel pinks and other unoffensive hues formed the color palette. A tasseled shade topped a lamp shaped like a swan on the nightstand beside a bed covered in plushies. There were even fairy lights strung around a tall mirror. The looking glass had photos tucked into the frame.

The pint-sized sex bomb wriggling in his arms continued to defy expectations.

“If you’re gonna gawk, at least put me down.” She growled, releasing her **** grip. “I wanna tear your pants off with my teeth.”

Cole nearly dropped her in his haste to comply. Rachael slid to the ground, dragging her glorious tits down him until she squatted on thick haunches, face level with his distended crotch.

True to her word, the gorgeous blonde clamped the fly of his new slacks between her teeth and unzipped it. Delicate hands found his belt, then unfastened the top clasp before yanking his trousers down.

Cole’s sturdy stiffness sprang free. Over a foot of steely shaft almost punched her in the jaw.

“There he is.” Rachael hissed, licking her chops like a lioness spotting prey. “The object of my obsession. The massive mule dick I felt yesterday. Fuck, I would cream my panties but I ain’t wearing any.”

“You-you’re not?” Cole gasped when her warm breath washed over him. Precum gathered at his tip.

“Nope,” she groaned, lapping up the gooey droplet. “Hmmm, wanna guess what I dreamed of doing with this bad boy while fingering myself stupid last night?”

“Tell me…”

“How’s about I show you, stud.”

Rachael straightened her legs but remained bent over, cherry lips teasing his beefy crown. The stance lifted her plush butt in the air, yet her diminutive height meant her torso, neck and head were aligned horizontally with his jutting cock at a perfect right angle.

“Holy shit, you aren’t–” Cole's voice hitched when she pounced on him. “Oh fuck!”

Suctioning his girthy length directly into her throat, Rachael swallowed him whole. It shouldn’t have been possible. The difference in their physical proportions was stark, but somehow she managed. Full tits swinging pendulously, the blonde nymphette took Cole to the root, gripping his naked thighs for support.

“How… How are you… hyaa~!” He cried, bone-shaking bolts of bliss short-circuiting his brain.

“Mmm-hmm!” Rachael gurgled, pulling back to his tingling tip before slamming herself forward again. “Gluuurk!”

She repeated the astonishing action several more times, giving Cole a full-body blowjob as though face-fucking herself on his monstrous tool was her magnum opus. He could see her gullet stretching around it. Feel each gulp and gag of that warm, wet throat-sheath delivering surges of dazzling pleasure straight from the source.

“Shit–fuck!” He cried, grabbing fistfuls of her golden tresses to stay upright. Rachael’s sparkling eyes met his, ruby lips grinning around his impaling girth. “Don’t stop… don’t you dare stop!”

Humming with wicked satisfaction, the short-statured minx resumed her cock-sucking pace, twisting her head side to side to attack from every angle. She was a maestro of fellatio, conducting a symphony of lust to Cole’s carnal delight. Saliva dripped from his rumbling balls as she skillfully swallowed him completely.

“Hrrmmmph~!”

Matching her rhythm, Cole pumped his hips. Gripping Rachael’s hair like reins in a **** ride towards relief, plowing her eager esophagus. She mewled and shook, lost to raptures of her own.

They endured like that, locked together in a sweaty, sinful union. Drool and juices speckled the floor as their bodies clashed, her lips planting sloppy kisses around his base until Cole couldn’t bear it any longer.

“I’m gonna… gonna cum.” He wheezed, patting her head in warning.

Rather than disengaging, Rachael slurped him deep, just in time to guzzle his ludicrous load.

Cole’s donkey dick fired volley after virile volley of sticky artillery directly into the blonde’s famished tummy. His world turned into white noise, skull spinning as she milked him for every last drop with consummate expertise.

When Rachael eventually released him with a lip-smacking plop, his persistent prick hadn’t wilted. It persevered, stiff and stalwart in the company of such extraordinary feminine sexuality.

“Wow. That was a lot, mule boy.” She coughed, wiping at her mouth. “Glad to see you ain’t spent yet. This girl’s starving for more of that big, fat pussy-pounder.”

Cole growled, scooping Rachael into his arms and tossing her onto the bed. She giggled, wiggling out of her dress, confirming the absence of underwear while he hastily stripped.

“Sure you can handle this?” He asked, waving his bludgeon-like erection. “You’re not very big…”

“I’ll make it fit, stud.” She said, rolling onto her knees and dredging two fingers through her puffy holds. They came away glistening wet. “My cunt is drenched for you. C’mon and lie down. I wanna climb that mountain.”

She looked so ravishing–all tits and ass and grabbable hips with flowing golden hair, resembling a scaled-down sex goddess. Cole couldn’t resist. He leaped onto the bed, turning in mid-air to land on his back, cock flailing like a rubber truncheon.

Rachael laughed at his antics. Slinging a leg over him, she began to glide her slickness along his ribald rod, which extended to Cole’s sternum. Pink lips parting, the buxom blonde hissed in pleasure, liberally lubricating him with her juices.

He latched onto her immense knockers again, kneading and massaging them, awestruck by their gravity-defying weight. Rachael’s breathing grew ragged when he played with her rubbery nipples, even moreso when his turgid length throbbed against her sliding clit.

“Yo-you’re too good with those hands… aaah!” She gasped, shuddering uncontrollably. “Can’t cum yet. Need to feel you inside.”

“You can cum as fast and often as you want,” Cole grunted, but Rachael batted his hands away, then reversed her position into the classic cowgirl.

“A little birdie informed me you’re a caboose connoisseur.” She smirked, perching her pump posterior atop his pulsating pole. “Enjoy the view while I ride you, mule boy.”

Grabbing his stupendous shaft, the fun-sized vixen wrangled it toward her sopping entrance, lodging the engorged tip there before sinking onto him.

“Holy crap,” Coles grunted, feeling her heat and tightness struggling to accept his brutish width. “Go slow, girl. Don’t injure yourself…”

“Shush! I-I know my limits… haaa~! Focus on not b-blowing too fast.” Rachael stammered, easing further down at a snail’s pace. “Gonna c-conquer this peak.”

While the mountaineering dirty talk was decidedly different, he’d admit the vistas were grand. The celestial spheres of her show-stopping ass rippled with each additional inch she crammed in.

Cole lay there speechless, watching his gigantic fuck-staff gradually vanish into the sprightly coed’s tiny hole. She was impossibly snug. Almost as tight as Lita, which had been a mixed blessing. That vise-like strictness felt incredible but pinched off his capacity to cum.

Heaven and hell co-mingled, flooding him with ecstasy while withholding final fruition.

“Almost… there. Gah! A little… more.” Racheal rasped, grinding her way to Cole’s root. “Want all of you… Mmmmff~! St-stretching my insides.”

He had to be tickling a lung by the she bottomed out, crowing in victory. Then that ripe peach started to move–small shifts at first, barely rocking on his lap. Her drenched pussy clutched and tugged at him, dripping nectar on his balls.

“Dear fucking god,” Cole grunted, lightning coursing along his straining rod. “How is that even possible?”

“Where there’s… a will… ohhh! there’s a… f-fucking way.”

Rachael seemed impatient, rapidly gaining steam as she grew accustomed to his immensity. Soon, her round glutes were slapping Cole’s abs, flexing and clapping as she bounced.

It would be painful if she weren’t so damn lubricated. His cock ached within her crushing cunt, edging like crazy. The same restriction didn’t hamper Rachael.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! You’re hitting every spot, stud!” The frantic blonde howled. “Fuck me harder, I’m gonna cum!”

Goaded to action, Cole palmed her careening buns to commence some thrusting of his own. They were firm and hefty. Malleable handholds for him to grip while hammering the manic fuck-bunny through her imminent climax.

Jesus, he loved slamming a fat ass and Rachael’s was five-star perfection.

Cock blazing, he savaged her sloppy slit like an animal unchained. She collapsed backward, screaming and spasming with bliss.

“CUUUUUUUM MEEEEEE!!”

Cole didn’t relent when her feet left the bed. Looping forearms under her knees, he lifted the thrashing short-stack into a full nelson and ruthlessly assailed her gushing snatch.

“That’s right. Cum for me, beautiful.” He growled in her ear. “Cum all over this donkey dick.”

Rachael’s head tucked under Cole’s chin, presenting him with a blood-boiling view over her big jiggling tits to a bump that appeared in her flat tummy every time he plunged balls deep.

Her hands clawed at the sheets as he drove her through one apocalyptic orgasm straight into the next.

“I’m… I’m… OH GAWD!”

Pounding away, Cole swam in an ocean of sinful sensations, almost drowning in desire. He craved relief from his thundering loins yet was denied by Rachael's **** tightness.

He heaved, flipped her over to piston the insensate blonde from above, squishing her knees into that bountiful bosom. She flopped and flailed, trapped in his powerful grasp, barely mustering the strength to raise her head to reveal a flushed face with lips forming a soundless O.

“Too. Goddamn. Tight.” Cole croaked, heart racing and balls churning. “Can’t… cross… the finish line.”

Rachael’s slack expression morphed into genuine concern. She patted his cheek, signaling a pause in their bedroom gymnastics. He reluctantly eased on the breaks.

“Whoa, mule boy. You really can’t get there, can ya? You’re simply too huge.” She panted, swiping hair out of her eyes. “That’s some blessing-and-a-curse bullshit. Well, pass it here. I’ll not have my man go unsatisfied. A girl’s got pride, ya know?”

“You sure?” Cole asked.

“Certain. Whip that bad boy out.”

Slowly, reluctantly, he withdrew. Rachael’s skin-tight snatch clung as though unwilling to part with him. She’d give Cole pussy burn if he wasn’t careful. They both groaned when he eventually plopped out but the effervescent blonde recovered fast and repositioned herself in front of his swaying manmeat.

“Holy shit, stud. It’s even bigger up close.” She exclaimed, grasping the slick length and giving it several skillful pumps. “Gotta use both hands just to hold ya. Dammit, you’re getting me excited again and I’m already sore as a five-dollar whore.”

“Um, sorry?” Cole tried; her soft hands and masterful ministrations were terribly distracting.

“Ha! Don’t be. Short chicks love big dicks and this one’s a keeper.” Her hot gaze burned into him. “And I’m keeping you for the whole night. Now relax… Mmmlorp~!”

Rachael punctuated the point by slurping her juices off his bulbous crown while jacking him into her warm mouth. She never broke that smoldering eye contact, pulling back to spit pre-cum and saliva across his length before diving in for more.

There was an aspect of honesty behind the crass gesture. Sparkling strings connected his cock to her chin. Cole trembled as she expertly stroked with two hands, lips and tongue to drive him towards release–bawdy intent written large in every movement.

She wanted him, this gorgeous fun-sized belle. She desired him on a visceral level and wasn’t afraid to show it. Utterly bereft of guile or an agenda, Rachael expressed her feelings, her attraction to him, in the lewdest manner possible.

Cole found that insanely sexy, though her superior knob-polishing talents maaay have influenced his judgment.

“C’mon, mule boy. Gimme that fat load.” Rachael begged between long spunk-gargling sucks. “I wanna feel your manly heat on my face… on my titties… anywhere ya like. Paint me with it. Make me shine.”

“I-I’m almost there…” He rasped, throat dry.

“Yeah, ya need more? I gotcha covered.” Rearing up, the busty blonde enveloped Cole’s base in her spongy cleavage. Squeezing those huge chest-pillows together. “How do ya like them apples?”

He bucked and groaned, spearing into Rachael’s lips through the tender valley of her boobage. She squished and pressed, encompassing his cock in fantastic firmness, suckling hungrily on his tip.

“Oh shit! Oh god!” He cried.

Rachael intensified her erotic ****, hurling herself onto him with abandon. She slathered Cole’s knob, smothering his knob in a titty sandwich, sliding up and down.

The sight of the bodacious half-pint staring at him, so **** to get him off, was bone-melting. The way she plunged her slobbering face into her bouncing melons to deep-throat his thrumming tool had him primed.

Ball rumbling on the verge of eruption, Cole basked in her sensual adoration. Her stroking grip, soft breasts and welcoming wetness of her mouth. The way drool ran from her plump lips to splatter into her creamy cleavage. Jolts of soul-searing lust paralyzed him with heady bliss until he finally crumbled.

“FuuuUUCK!” Cole roared, splashing the back of her throat with his opening salvo of sticky seed. “Here it comes!”

Rachael didn’t balk, swallowing with a gusty moan then pumping him faster. Her lips detached from his tip, widening into a gleeful grin. The next jet scorched across her cheeks and nose in a gloopy line as she wrestled his lurching length.

Blast after blast left Cole boneless, his golden-haired lover squealing in delight while he basted her slender neck, cushiony chest and smooth belly, an ungodly quantity of steamy cum. It drooped from her puckered nipples, sparkling on her skin.

Rachael rubbed it in like lotion, snickering impishly. “Jesus, that’s the money shot, stud. You really know how to give a girl the royal treatment. Where have ya been all my life?”

Cole collapsed on the bed, momentarily spent. She joined him, resting her head on his shoulder as they snuggled.

“You’re going to be trouble.” He huffed, relishing the afterglow. Her fingers were already trailing down his abs.

“Trouble can be fun. Who wants boring?” Rachael replied dismissively, teasing his semi-flaccid wood. “We’re in college. Let’s be young and dumb and make rash decisions. Tomorrow will take care of itself. Tonight, you fuck me blind, then we’ll see what the morning brings.”

Cole had to admit there was some merit to her argument, especially after her tender touch coaxed him back to full mast.

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