Chapter Twenty Seven

“Are you sure, angel?”

“Absolutely certain.” Bella crooned, guiding Cole's absurd length into the lush valley of her hindquarters. “I need a preview of how this monster feels before you stretch out my virgin pussy.”

The promise struck Cole’s twitching cock as though it were a lightning rod.

He straddled her thighs, relishing their firmness against his balls, then slowly pressed forward. His adamantine manmeat slid in smoothly, slippery with saliva and precum. The friction and pressure were divine, and when Bella clenched those gorgeous glutes…

“Holy shit, angel! Do that again.” Cole grunted, setting hands on either side of her ribs for support. “Whatever you did, don’t fucking stop.”

Bella let out a naughty giggle, giving her plump posterior a couple of bone-melting twerks. Then she rested her chest on the mats to reach back and mash her ass cheeks tightly together.

“I’m all yours, Cole. Don’t hold back. I want you to feel good.”

“You feel better than good, angel. Just tell me if it’s too much.”

“No fear, hot stuff. Tonight, you’ll learn how flexible a dancer can be.”

She squeezed him again. Cole took that as the signal to let loose. He began humping her cushiony crack at a measured pace. Each thrust brought a heady wash of sensation and the slap of flesh-on-flesh. Bella matched his rhythm with toe-curling butt flexes and twitches of her hips.

Whether by providence or dumb luck, the background music beat in time to their rutting. Cole found it fitting that Bella remained faithful to her craft–she was a sculptor of human movement even in the throes of passion.

Kissing her neck, Cole abandoned rational thought and surrendered to the primal lust churning in his middle.

Crouched over the moaning redhead, he pounded her juicy rump as though it owed him money. Recklessly pistoning his prodigious prong between those rippling, bouncing cheeks like a man deranged.

“Fuck, angel. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned, fighting the urge to explode. “God broke the fucking mold after making a booty this fat and perfect!”

“Give it to me. Spray your creamy load all over me!” Bella wailed, twerking and clapping her ass around him. “I want it… I waaaant it!”

“Gonna paint you a pair of goddam wings,” Cole growled, hammering her harder. “Gonna give my dirty angel what she fucking deserves!”

Bella bucked back into every driving thrust, squeezing and gyrating her muscular buns in hypnotic circles, keeping him trapped within. Cole’s vision tunneled until all he could see was those brilliantly thick buttocks bouncing off his swinging nutsack.

Sweat glistened on their skin. The music reached a frenetic tempo, and their voices joined in a sinful symphony of moans and grunts. The temperature rose until it was sweltering.

Glancing up, Cole spotted their reflection in the wall of mirrors. Bella’s face was a masterpiece of carnal ecstasy, howling as she clawed at the rubber padding.

“Yes… oh god… YEEESSSS!!”

He felt an overwhelming impulse to capture that expression, to immortalize it on canvas, raw and unfiltered. It was a torment of bliss that echoed his own unhinged state.

Bella’s ass felt too good, too intoxicating, squashed around his plunging girth. Cole could feel her shaking beneath him. Balls seizing, he rammed every last inch of himself between her spasming globes until his tip breached the top, then erupted.

“FAAAAAARK!!” He roared, fountaining pearly spunk like a busted water main.

It splattered along the arch of Bella’s spine, dousing her shoulders and back in a steamy deluge. Stars flashed in Cole’s vision as he blew wad after gooey wad onto her pale skin.

“Damn, that’s a lot. Even for me.” Cole remarked, coming down from his orgasmic high. “You really got me worked up, angel.”

“Hmmm? I’ll take that as a compliment.” Bella purred, waggling her hips. “It’s so warm and… huh, are you still hard?”

She sounded shocked. Cole didn’t need visual confirmation. He could feel his persistent erection snuggled in her soft buns.

“It’s difficult not to be around you.” He said, giving her flank a playful slap. “There’s plenty to appreciate, and I’m ravenous for more.”

“Glad to hear that because I’ve not had enough of you yet, hot stuff. Now, lie down. I’m going to demonstrate how limber I am.”

Adding his shirt to their heap of discarded clothing, Cole obliged. Bella gnawed her bottom lip at the sight of his chiseled torso and broad shoulders, emitting a small growling noise.

She bent, sliding the soaked G-string down her long legs with all the flair of a showgirl. An apt description, Cole realized, when she stood over him wearing naught but glittery sandal heels and a saucy grin. The slickness coating her thighs had him licking his chops again.

Bella smirked, wagging an admonishing forefinger. “Ah-ah, hot stuff. Don’t get any funny ideas. It’s my turn to blow your mind.”

Hiked one foot over his waist, she stood astride Cole, directly above his jutting manpole. Aromatic pussy nectar dripped onto his crotch. Then, the curvaceous dancer began widening her stance.

He stared in fascination as Bella’s high-heeled feet slipped further apart, performing a sideways split and lowering her bald snatch with agonizing slowness.

“Holy shit,” Cole muttered, watching her inner thigh muscles stretch.

Her balance and poise were unreal. She didn’t wobble or teeter, simply gliding downward until her wet cunt kissed his donkey dick, where she halted, arching a coquettish eyebrow at him.

“Color me impressed.” He applauded, then stopped when she slid the first few fat inches into herself. “Jesus–fuck!”

Due to Cole’s ridiculous size, any girl willing to wrangle his monster would need some stretching. Every pussy was tight for him. Some, like Lita and Rachael, were almost uncomfortably so.

Bella was no exception.

But as she continued her smooth downward glide, enveloping him in strangulating strictness, Cole felt something else. Something difficult to put a name to–a supple pliability to her moist insides that molded around his towering rigidity.

She caught his perplexed look and giggled, tossing her coppery mane.

“That’s the face I was waiting for. Surprised? Confused?” She winced briefly, then kept lowering. “Ow, that smarted. Anyway, dancers and gymnasts exercise their pelvic floor to boost balance and core strength.”

Cole guessed he’d just broken her hymen, thus claiming her virginity, but had been too mesmerized by her display of body control to notice.

“Are you okay?” He asked, mildly alarmed by her nonchalance. “We can–”

“Mm-hmm… fine.” Bella moaned, resting her palms on his pecs. “I’ll be even better when you’re completely inside. I want to feel every millimeter stirring me up.”

She traced the lines of his muscles with her manicured nails until her legs reached full extension leaving Cole as deep as any man could physically get in a pussy. A feat worthy of a sexual goddess, he decided, and couldn’t resist grasping her buoyant breasts to toy with her puckered nipples.

“Christ, angel, you’re even more incredible than… hah!” His complement cut off when the feisty redhead clenched her inner walls and squeeeeezed.

“Pardon? Were you saying something?” Bella chortled, deriving far too much delight from distracting him. “This is only the entrée, hot stuff. Sit back and enjoy the performance. It’s the culmination of years of practice.”

Cole’s limbs turned to jelly as she squeezed his buried length again, then swirled her hips and began to bounce.

The motion should’ve been impossible, splayed out as she was without feet beneath her for purchase or leverage. Yet, Bella did bounce–jubilant and exuberant– she pogoed upon Cole’s steely shaft, slapping her ripe rear into his lap.

He groaned, breaking a sweat under the sensual ****, drunk on carnal euphoria. Bella kept clutching at him with hands and cunt. Her beautiful face reddened as pleasure overcame them both.

“Go-goodness… ahhhh~! I thought my training would… but you’re so da-damn big!” She blurted incoherently, not slowing her ride. “Cole… mmmff! Cole, your dick is… your dick is… hnnngh~!"

Cole could see it–his gratuitous girth creating an obscene bulge in her flat abdomen. Bella wasn’t a small girl (a fact he adored), but neither was she overweight. Despite her rich endowments, the dancer had honed her body into a weapon, sharp and vital.

…and flexible.

He couldn’t believe the contortions she executed, writhing on his throbbing fuckstaff. Inhumanly bendable, lean yet full-figured, a powerful combination that sent his libido into overdrive.

Hooking elbows under her knees, Cole surged upward, hauling Bella into the air. Rising to his feet, he grabbed the back of her neck, effectively tying the squealing coed in a knot as he jackhammered her constricting snatch.

“Yes… yes! Fuck me… fuck me… ohhhhh!” She screamed, knees trapped around her ears. “Grab my ass! Take me harder!”

The muscular art student tucked Bella’s ankles behind her head–twisting her like a pretzel–before seizing the dancer’s bountiful butt and pumping up into her as though she was an inflatable fucktoy.

Those fat cheeks quivered in his palms; fingers engulfed by pliant flesh. Their wondrous softness pushed him past the edge of a precipice.

Cole’s heart palpitated, his balls boiling. He desperately wished to drag the climax out, to savor the moment and gift Bella an unforgettable first time.

Her banshee-like shrieks, muscle convulsions, and squirting juices would have to suffice. Slamming himself to the hilt in her gushing fastness, Cole unleashed a potent payload straight into her deepest recesses.

The bewitching redhead howled and tremored, her emerald eyes rolling, going limp in his grasp. They collapsed onto the mats in a tangled mess, utterly spent.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Cole. That was… that was… ” Bella didn’t finish the statement, sighing contentedly before curling into a ball and passing out.

He looped an arm over her waist, scooting in close, happy to be the big spoon. His cock nestled in her sloppy thigh gap, Cole drifted to sleep. The last sound he registered was the music pausing as Dean Von Gloot’s AI voice inquired…

“Hey, are you still listening?”

The End of Part Four

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