Chapter Four

“Here, let me show you how thankful I am.”

The chocolate-haired Venus dropped to her knees, taking his pants along for the ride. Cole didn’t object, but he had tried to warn her.

“Holy crap!” She cried, recoiling in shock. “Is that thing real?!”

Fifteen inches of still-growing, inhumanly girthy engorgement strained Cole’s boxer briefs like a trapped python, slithering and extending toward his knee. Krystal went bug-eyed, watching it visibly pulse, then reached out a tentative hand to touch him.

“Whoa.” She whispered in awe. “How do you manage to hide this beast?”

“There’s a reason I wear long, elasticated trunks.” He gestured at the tight underwear before peeling off his turtleneck. “It’s not always comfortable.”

Krystal's wonder-struck gaze flickered across his muscular torso, fixating on the defined pecs and abdominals. “Shit, you’re built like an adonis, six-pack included.”

Cole didn’t respond. Experience taught him that now was the moment she would cross the Rubicon or retreat on a stream of nervous apologies. Sure, being hung like a rhinoceros sounded great in theory, but only a certain type of woman got excited at the prospect of getting split apart on a monster cock.

“Hmmm.” Krystal licked her plush lips and worked her jaw from side to side in preparation. “Mother always said, if you make it fit upstairs, then taking it downstairs shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Sounds like one hell of a lady.”

That got a giggle as she carefully eased him free. Cole groaned when soft hands circled his base and gently squeezed.

“Wow, you’re thicker than a soda can. My fingers can’t close all the way around.” Krystal moaned, arms pumping in long, stroking motions and pressing a wet kiss to his bulbous tip. “I’ve never seen anything like it. You’re a total hunk!”

Relaxing, Cole let the opulently endowed aphrodite explore him. She looked gorgeous, kneeling naked and resplendent, lavishing oral affection on his turgid immensity. Her moist tongue lashed his crown, an overture for events to come, and her clever fingers stroked the sensitive underside while she took his measure.

“That feels amazing.” He growled, slowly thrusting into her grasp. “Just do whatever comes naturally. I know it can seem intimidating.”

“Is that a challenge?” Krystal arched her back to slap the plum-sized head on her pale, pillowy tits. “Does that girl in your portrait look like someone who backs down from a fight?”

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop…”

“That’s right, Cole.” She grinned with feral glee, jacking him faster in both hands. “You may be blessed with many gifts, but I’m going to prove you’re not the only talented person in this room.”

With that, Krystal opened wide and slurped his mammoth tip into her ravenous mouth.

It was ambitious, engulfing so much manmeat. Her plump lips stretched thin, forming an airtight seal around the top of his jaw-cracking shaft, cheeks billowing as her agile tongue lapped and rolled. Those tourmaline eyes locked on Cole’s–sparkling with determination.

She was impossibly sexy, stuck on the end of his ginormous prong, delicate hands gliding up and down the thrumming length as though she were trying to milk him. Then, with short gagging moans, Krystal lowered her pretty face and **** him into her slender throat.

“Jesus–shit!” Cole swore, grabbing her gurgling skull for support. “Damn, girl. You’re fucking amazing!”

“Mmhmm~!” The bodacious brunette hummed in satisfaction, swallowing a few more neck-bulging inches. “Urg… ack… urk!”

Her tongue lathered the underside, acting like a pink causeway to the strict confines of her esophagus. His titanic cock sank in further until it had to be **** her. She didn’t relent, gulping and stroking until the need for air eventually won out.

“Gah! How was that, stud?” Krystal’s smile was wicked as a thin string of pearly white dangled from her chin. Then she smeared his glistening tip over her bruised lips, glossing them with precum and leaving a lipstick mark. “Not bad for a first attempt, huh? I’ll bet that I could take even more with practice.”

“It would be easier if you laid flat on the bed with your head hanging off the side,” Cole ran his paint-crusted fingers through her rich mane of hair. “But yeah, that was incredible, babe.”

Lisa had discovered the position online. Something about straightening out the neck made it more comfortable for her.

“Yeah, but that would mean I couldn’t do this.” Krystal giggled, arching to wrap her luscious melons around his rigid fuckpole. “You’re so goddamn huge; you can fuck my big tits and little mouth at the same time.”

Cavernous cleavage enveloped Cole’s base in spongy warmth. Where her small hands had failed to encircle him, her abundant tit-flesh succeeded spectacularly. Then Krystal dipped her head and returned to worshiping his engorged crown.

She smooshed her massive melons together, delivering shivers of pleasure along Cole’s rocky length while taking him back into her warm, willing throat with a delighted coo.

He grunted and groaned at the lascivious **** on his senses. The ball-churning combo of satiny softness and constricting heat put him on edge. The sight of Krystal’s perfect pornstar body, kneeling in submission with her large peach of an ass wagging like a tail below him, was almost too much to bear.

Her beautiful face bobbed and sucked, hefty breasts heaving, and the tangy scent of her dripping snatch tickled Cole’s nostrils. He began pushing gently, carefully, into the mature vixen’s full-body blowjob.

Krystal mewled and writhed in passion, encouraging his probing thrusts, quietly begging for more. The suction at his tip intensified, accepting more of him into her hungry gullet as she melded to his humping loins like the world’s hottest cocksleeve.

“Oh god! Keep that up much longer, babe, and you’ll make me cum.”

Muffled laughter buzzed through Cole’s shaft, shooting jolts of ecstasy through him. Fair warning given, he drove himself through the lush valley of her breasts and began fucking her elegant face.

“Mmmnph~! Hmmmm…”

She moaned and squirmed in animal arousal, sucking harder as his heavy-hanging balls ricochetted off her sternum. Skin turning an alarming shade of crimson, she still didn’t stop as though sensing the impending eruption.

“Christ… here it comes!” Cole roared, cramming half of his unmanageable member down her neck before exploding. “Ah, fuuuuck!”

A torrent of sticky spunk burst from him like a cannonade. Blast after blast fired straight into the quivering cock-sucker’s belly. Krystal gagged and gargled through the sudden deluge until her cheeks chipmunked, and a line of hot jizz shot from her nostrils.

“Glurk!” She jerked back, catching his lurching length with both hands in time to aim it at her sweating face. “Gith it thoo me, sthud!”

The horny request–garbled around a gobful of gooey seed–was ultimately rhetorical. Several long, pearly ropes looped through the air to decorate the mature minx’s eyebrows and cheekbones like frosting on a wedding cake. They splattered across the bridge of her pert nose and added to the drooling mess on her chin before dripping in great globs onto the steep slopes of her creamy tits.

With a loud gulp, Krystal swallowed, then stared in wonder at Cole’s unflagging donkey dick, jacking out the last spurts onto her spread thighs and spanking his crown on her prodigious funbags.

“Hell, you really know how to… paint a girl, don’tcha? You’re such a dirty boy, and this cock is almost large enough to act as a third leg!” She panted, giving his enraged tip a fond smooch, smudging more lipstick. “How can you still be rock-hard after all that? I’m covered in, like, a pint of your cum.”

“It’s been a while for me,” He admitted, tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear. “My last breakup was tough, and I don’t sleep around like most guys. It has to be meaningful, you know? You’re special, Krystal. After five minutes of speaking with you, I knew that for a fact. Painting you, then painting you, was an honor.”

“Don’t get all eloquent and poetic on me now, stud.” She leered impishly, nuzzling his shaft against her gooey cheek and caressing his apple-sized balls. “And what about these bad boys? I’d love to suck on them, but they wouldn’t fit in my mouth.”

Cole could only grunt in approval, staring down at her pretty face obscured by his girth. Krystal smirked back, greasing her plump lips up his length, trailing a crimson streak before tonguing his tip again.

“Here’s a fact I know about donkey-dicked hunks like you. This huge cock has a weakness; it’s super sensitive. Especially when…” She licked the underside before landing another wet smooch that left more lipstick stains. Precum boiled out of him like lava, which she happily gobbled down. “...I do stuff that. Coming to school here, you’re going to realize your true potential, both as an artist and a lover.”

“Fuck, babe. Every time you touch me like that, it sends shocks through my entire body.”

“Mmmm, glad you’re so excited, stud.” The chocolate-haired fox hummed, sliding her hot little mouth back down to his sack. “Here, let me get a taste of these scrummy nuts.”

Cole shivered in place when she tongue-bathed his balls, scooping them up in one hand while the other jerked him off. She worked them over for several gut-churning minutes before smacking her lips like a satisfied customer at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

“Jesus, babe. You’re unbelievably good at that.”

“This is just the prologue, stud. We’ve got the rest of the night to play.” Krystal crooned, suckling at his straining nutsack. “Your giant gonads are delicious, but I’ve still got your massive cock in my grasp and caught you stealing glimpses at my ass.”

“Guilty as charged. Your butt is a priceless masterpiece.” Cole confessed, groaning as her delicate hands continued stroking him. “I throw myself on the mercy of the court.”

“A masterpiece, huh? Let’s get comfortable on the bed, then we’ll see if you can paint that too.”

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