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    "Portraiture: Classical" featuring Victoria Justice
    Written by chitown



    Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, containing material of a somewhat explicit nature, intended to entertain adults. If that's going to trouble you, or not permitted to you for some reason, read no further.

    A/N: I'd like to give a special "thank you" to CFF's Inigo Montoya. I was working on something else (blocked, really) when "Victoria on a Pedestal" (pg 36, VJ fakes thread) popped into my head, and the core of this story just sort of wrote itself.




    MONDAY

    The striking 18 year old beauty of Puerto Rican descent hurried across the campus, wishing she'd accepted the offer of driver/escort. She was running late and not quite sure which building she was looking for.

    **

    Class would start in about a minute so I left the dressing closet, headed to the pedestal. 6 easels were attended by my fellow students. A seventh, mine, remained unused. The surprise was an eighth had been set up in the far corner, but it too was unoccupied. Madame Le Mercier hadn't mentioned wanting me to model for her.

    I left my robe on the coat rack and stepped up on the plinth. I adopted a pose to accentuate my corded glory and emptied my mind of all but the most soothing of mantras. I was only dimly aware when the door opened to admit some longhaired brunette.

    **

    When she finally slipped in the correct door, she took the open spot in the back corner rather than the one near the front. Half a dozen students were busy sketching and she didn't want to disturb them. Elise Le Mercier met her at the easel, and gave direction in low tones.

    She found herself enthralled by the model. At first she'd thought him anorexic, the way his veins and tendons strained protruding from his skin, but soon realized he was actually trim, well-muscled and flexing to create an extreme effect. Disconcertingly she found herself contemplating his penis, that while flaccid was almost as big as the couple erect cocks she'd seen.

    **

    When the tinkling of a small bell announced the end of the hour I stretched to recover from the ache of the pose, retrieved my robe and turned to discover the guest already gone. After dressing, I went to check out her work.

    "What do you think?" Madame asked.

    "She's wasting her time, yours too, if you're instructing her."

    "Explain."

    "This is an intermediate class, and working with charcoal is appropriate for it, but she doesn't have the skill to use it. I'd suggest a 1st year class, or at least switch her to pencils."

    "You're okay with her coming back all week?"

    I shrugged, "Fait accompli. No. I don't have a problem adding another to the room."



    TUESDAY

    It would be the height of rudeness to be late again, she told herself. It had nothing to do with wanting to see the body that had haunted her last night- so much so she'd finally had to plunge her hand into her p.j. bottoms and get some "relief" just to relax enough to fall asleep. That he was so sure of himself to offer unfiltered criticism was of no account either. She'd just switch to pencils because charcoal was so damn messy.

    **

    After hanging my robe on the hook, I turned to face the class before stepping up.

    "Holy shit," escaped my mouth before I could suppress my surprise. Dressed in skinny jeans and black tank top, hair pulled back in a pony tail, Nick starlet Victoria Justice was our guest artist. I felt blood rush to both my heads as I simultaneously blushed and hardened. "Sorry about that."

    "Don't apologize. We're enjoying the show," Mary quipped.

    "Yeah, it's good to see you excited for once," added Leslie.

    Before I turned my back to the class to order my thoughts I did notice VJ had switched media. I stepped up and assumed the pose, trying to be empty of thought. Unfortunately my mind stayed busy. I wanted to go to the back of the class, guide her hand as the pencil left its trail, whisper words of direction and encouragement.

    Inhale her sweet perfume. Nibble her earlobe. Unbind her hair. Run my hands up under her top.

    FUCK. My breathing was rapid and my dick half erect. I fought to still my mind and my body relaxed. Twice more during the hour I found myself imagining what I'd like to do with her and had to talk myself down.

    Madame rang her bell, and as I went through my ‘return to the world' routine, Leslie came up behind me, "Hey, would you like to grab dinner tonight?"

    It was jarring to my process, and I turned around without closing the robe, hanging all out, "Sorry, working tonight."

    "Some other time, then"

    Whatever. She'd never had the time of day for me before. I glanced over at Victoria and it seemed to me she'd been watching. Just my overactive imagination, I'd guess.

    **

    Victoria watched one of the girls approach the model, wondering if there could be any truth to their speculations that she was the cause of his "excitement". Doubtful, it's not like she'd had any effect on him yesterday.

    **

    I needed some extra time getting dressed then went to check her work.

    There was laughter in her voice today when Madame asked, "What do you think?"

    "The change definitely helps, but still, the underlying frame is you. If she's serious she needs to start with the fundamentals."

    "Do you know her?"

    "No"

    "Then why does she fluster you so?"

    How much information did I want out there? "I know what she does for a living."

    "Then you do know her."

    It was getting to be time for me to escape. "How can two people who've never met know each other?" I asked as I headed for the door.



    WEDNESDAY

    GGRRRR Victoria growled to herself, realizing the phone call from the idiot producer, wanting to know how her Art School experience was going, had made her late again. Apparently on Monday the guy had been so focused he hadn't recognized her, but on Tuesday he had. She needed to see how he handled today, both seeing her, and the announcement.

    **

    I was disappointed to see the 8th easel unused as I assumed my pose again.

    "Before you get started, I need to say, the next 2 days will be optional," Madame Le Mercier said. "We will have a guest model."

    A change in plans: I might have liked some forewarning. Of course the real reason my mind wouldn't settle was VJ's absence. She snuck in about 10 minutes late, and set about getting to work. In retrospect I shouldn't have noticed, but what can you do?

    I did a much better job controlling myself. Only one flare-up, as I pondered undoing each button on her flannel shirt, slipping my tongue between her lips, pushing aside the satin covering her lovely breasts, revealing dangerously protruding nipples in the center of dusky areolas.

    A gasp, I think from Leslie, brought my attention to the here and now. Question: how do you hide your totally erect hard-on while nude in front of 8 people? Answer: you don't. I just made sure not to even glance in Victoria's direction, and wrestled my thoughts back under control. At this rate I'd never get another gig modeling in the Art Department. I left immediately after dressing, to go back to my apartment and beat off. While I had so far adhered strictly to the etiquette that the model doesn't interact with the artist, I couldn't see any possible way to stop myself from talking to her tomorrow.

    **

    Oh Wow. That's all she could think. Oh Wow. Even if he had no clue how to use it, his size would make it special. She was getting aroused just thinking about it, remembering it. Tonight her hand wouldn't be enough; she was going to have to get Mr. Buzz out. It was kinda disappointing he dashed off without critiquing her day's work; she enjoyed eavesdropping from Madame's office.



    THURSDAY

    Victoria fiddled with the end of the sash. Did she really have the courage to go through with this? Hell, if he could do it in front of people he had to see every day, she could do it for people she'd probably never see again after tomorrow.

    **

    I was early enough. I was toying with my pencils as the others set themselves up. To my disappointment, and yes relief as well, Miss Justice hadn't arrived yet.

    Madame announced, "One more thing: stow away all cameras, phones, and such. Today and tomorrow will be strictly sight and memory."

    There was some shuffling, and grumbling, as a couple others put cameras away. I hadn't even considered using one, but now a certain suspicion grew. Madame gave a quick knock on the dressing closet door. "We're ready for you," and a moment later Victoria stepped out. I slid behind my easel to wait for her to strike her pose, and to reign in my thoughts.

    After a couple minutes I slipped back around, and I swear my jaw dropped to the floor. She was up on her toes, squatting down, her firm ass resting on her ankles. Left arm back, hand on her waist, the right extended out front. Back straight, chest forward, showcasing her bountiful mounds capped with puffy pink areolas. Her long flowing brunette mane brushed back over her shoulders, head turned to face the room with a brilliant smile. The only stitch of clothing: a nude tone thong.

    Sometimes the artist's imagination is rendered mute by a spectacular reality. This was one of those times. To cover my state of enrapture, I slowly made the 360 degree circuit around her position, strictly for artistic purposes, of course. After coming full circle, I attacked my easel, drawing with a sexually charged ferocity I hadn't ever experienced before.

    **

    She'd been on the receiving end of some number of lust-filled gazes, but never of such intensity. It scared her, and she wanted to run, but he started circling and she was naked. When he returned to his spot to work she relaxed, until it became painful to stay in one position. She then wondered how he managed to do it for hours on end.

    **

    I was vaguely aware of others grumbling, and each time I checked my work against her modeling she seemed to have moved, but it didn't matter. My vision was clear, etched into my soul. When I looked to check my finished piece but found the pedestal empty, I froze in confusion. I was just realizing I'd heard the bell some time ago when a soft hand gripped my forearm. I turned to find VJ dressed and looking at my drawing.

    "Do I really look like that?"

    "Yes, and no"

    She quirked an eyebrow up.

    "I've used your basic look. You're fantastic for today's fashion, the red carpet, or hell, just hanging at the beach. This class, however, is concerned with classical, meaning ancient Greek, portraiture. The Greeks wanted to see the details of the stressed human body. Not just flexed muscles, but tendons and ligaments stretched, outlined. So I've used artistic license to augment what you gave us."

    She looked thoughtful a moment, "I guess that explains some of the comments …'

    "Who, said what?"

    "I'm not sure who. We didn't really do introductions. Something about how I don't know how to pose. That I can't stay still. I'm wasting their time and money. I think everyone but you took a turn complaining about something. You just seemed lost in some manic fit."

    I left the last bit alone. "Well. Paula and Lisa were probably who commented on your posing ability, or lack thereof. They're the only 2 actually interested in what this class is really about. The others just want an excuse to ogle naked men."

    "Men?"

    "The overwhelming majority of extant examples of what we're trying to do here are male subjects, so that's what we work with."

    Victoria again looked thoughtful, then, "Could you help me be a better model?"

    "I can offer a few tips. 1st avoid caffeine and dairy."

    To her puzzled look I said, "Stimulants will make you want to move when you need to be still and lactic acid contributes to muscle fatigue."

    She nodded.

    "2nd find a quiet place in your mind where you can spend an hour ignoring the world around you."

    "Ah, is that the secret to your legendary composure?"

    "What?"

    "Everybody in class seemed surprised, no, shocked, that you … well … that you've become … excited, the last couple days."

    I'm sure I blushed. "Ah, that," I mumbled. Avoiding the subject I went on, "3rd try some physical relaxation exercises before the session. I find yoga to be calming."

    "4th there is some physical positioning we can work on."

    I led her over to the dais. "For example, the arm position here, if you twist your wrist and flex it back, it accentuates the tendons in your elbow and forearm."

    I was looking into the deep brown pools of her eyes, and then I leaned in and kissed her. Our lips met; she tasted of peach lip gloss. At first she kissed back, but then stepped back with a concerned look. "What are you doing?"

    "Seizing the moment?" I ventured.

    She smiled, glanced at her watch, "Fun as that sounds, there is somewhere else I need to be."

    "Then I'll give you this one last thought, the Greeks didn't shave."

    She shot me a smile as she headed out the door.

    **

    "‘There's somewhere else I need to be?' What the hell was that? He wants me, I want him. What's the problem?" Victoria raged in her mind as she headed to her car.



    FRIDAY

    She'd found a new mantra. "I must be crazy. I must be crazy. I must be crazy," kept running through her head.

    Good thing she'd applied the 'surprise' this morning. The butterflies in her stomach and the warmth between her legs at the thought of what came next would have made it impossible to get it correct now. The knock finally told her it was time.

    **

    Paula and Lisa were the only ones working on their second optional day. Today I watched as Victoria doffed her robe and stepped up to assume a pose. I spent some time just drinking in the sight. Clearly she'd spent some time in front of the mirror last night, experimenting with minor position changes. She'd also decided on full nudity and was sporting an ample bush, which I couldn't believe she'd hidden yesterday. I must have been really distracted.

    **

    Yes, she was back in the game. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. The butterflies were gone and the golden glow settled in as she felt his gaze rest on her.

    **

    I spent some time sketching a plan on my canvas. I walked around a bit, shifting my position to ease the constriction of my jeans. I offered suggestions to Paula and Lisa on what they might do to improve their work. I couldn't help but twitch every time Victoria shifted, body rippling, as she tried to find relief from what I knew to be agony. I wanted to go over, soothe the aches with a proper rubdown, but wasn't too keen on the idea of being charged with sexual battery.

    **

    Vic liked how his eyes were glued to her every lean and stretch, how he bulged at the fly, but why wasn't he working at his spot? Was he flirting with the other girls to punish her for yesterday?

    **

    Class over I was puttering around, putting things away for the weekend, waiting for VJ to dress, hoping she wasn't pissed at me. Madame had said, "I'd like to see it when you're finished," indicating the canvas with the bare bones of a portrait on it.

    "Count on it, after all you're one of the half dozen people I can show it to."

    "You won't display it?"

    "Only if she herself were to request it."

    On her way out, "We'll be jumping sequence, working with clay next week."

    "OK, I'll set it up."

    "No, enjoy your evening. Monday is soon enough."

    I turned to find Miss Justice peeking under my cloth cover. "Were you distracted today?"

    I walked over to join her. "Today? No. Yesterday I was distracted, today I did my job."

    **

    She turned to face him, ask him how that made sense, and casually brushed her hand across the front of his jeans. And her stomach rumbled. "Oh God, sorry. I missed lunch today."

    "Hey, no worries, I could use a bite myself. Let me lock up and we can head over to a small sandwich shop I know just off campus."

    Her heart soared as his hand briefly caressed her firm round buttocks before settling on the small of her back as they crossed the room: He'd understood the message.

    **

    I have no idea what we talked about on the way to Joe's Deli. I'd groped the most beautiful ass in my world, and been rewarded with an encouraging smile. I nibbled at my Turkey and Cheddar sub as she worked over her Vegetarian Club. I was surreptitiously checking for people with cameras, phones, what not when she offered, "I was about to ask for an explanation when my gut interrupted. Your job? Aren't you a student?"

    "A student at the college, yes, but I'm the TA for that class."

    "Why is Elise so excited about today, compared to what you drew yesterday?"

    Elise? On a first name basis with the instructor? Interesting. "Yesterday was good, for what it was. Today I laid the foundation for a portrait in oils." I chuckled a little self consciously, "I've been called a prodigy. It's what earned me my scholarship."

    "And you won't display it because …"

    "Most of what comes out of that class is … unrecognizable, but I have a dedicated, if small, following that would almost guarantee exposure in mainstream media. That's not my decision to make."

    "How good is your memory?"

    I squirmed in my seat, "Photographic"

    **

    That glow was returning to her loins. A gorgeous, talented guy had just told her he'd never forget what she looks like, that he was concerned for her modesty, and seemed to be making sure they weren't being watched now. "Is your place nearby?"

    He picked up her meaning, "Yes, but my roommate asked me to stay out ‘til midnight."

    She bit her lower lip. "A friend has a little hideaway a couple blocks away. Come with me?"

    Turning from throwing the deadbolt, Victoria put both arms around his neck and pulled him into the kiss. It was a dry, closed-lip affair that none the less got her heart racing when he wrapped his arms around her, held her close. She sucked on his lower lip, nibbled a bit and when she pulled back, "I really have wanted to do that since Monday. You took me by surprise yesterday and I panicked."

    "It's okay. I've wanted to do that since I first saw you as Lola Martinez."

    "With a 13 year old?"

    "Six years ago I wasn't 20."

    "You were a fan of Zoey 101?"

    "My sister watched the show. I watched you," and he found her lips again.

    He slid a hand down her back to her linen covered derriere and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her mouth opened to give a low moan and he ran the tip of his tongue along her parted lips. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles flex as one hand rubbed her back and the other played with her ass.

    Gasping for breath only partially from the kiss, Victoria leant back again and tugged at his t-shirt.

    "Do you mind if we take this off?

    "Not at all." He released her, raised his arms above his head. She had the shirt up, covering his face, when his muffled voice continued, "I just hope this isn't the only piece of clothing hitting the floor today..."

    His head popped out the neck of the shirt, leaving his arms entangled above, and she promptly reengaged, kissing his jaw, neck, trailing up toward his ear. Her hands ran over his torso, feeling the chiseled body she'd been craving the last 4 nights. She leant into him harder, and he took small steps back, across the room.

    **

    My backward progress ended when I bump into a wall. I took that as a sign to end my helplessness, finally free my arms of my shirt, while Vic swirled her tongue around my ear and ran her nails across my chest.

    I worked one hand between us, to start undoing the buttons of her blouse. The other went back to her perfect ass, rubbing, pulling her tight against my swollen crotch. I was enjoying the feeling of her soft lips trailing kisses, soothing little nips from her teeth, down my neck, across my pecs, when I've finished the last button and ask, "Front or back?"

    She stopped and looked up in confusion, "What?"

    "Your bra. I don't want to tear it fumbling around. Front hook or rear clasp?"

    "Front hook, but here let me-" even as she was leaning back, I had already unhooked it. I let go her butt to use both hands to slide the blouse and bra off her shoulders, down her arms, to drop to the floor.

    "How?"

    I stood gazing at her perfectly sized, beautifully shaped, rose tipped breasts and as I reached out, "Years of practice."

    VJ stepped back, looking a bit pissed. "So, how many girls?"

    "My sister–"

    "Eewww."

    "- has a flair for fashion design. I've borrowed some of her garments, her dress forms, from time to time."

    **

    She wasn't quite ready to let him off the hook. "How many of the girls from the class?"

    "None. Not to say there aren't a couple interesting possibilities, but none are worth my job or my scholarship."

    "And me?"

    "I'd gladly burn in hell for you."

    "Not yet," and she stepped forward wrapping her arms around his neck again. Her mouth locked to his, and darted her tongue out. He opened up to her exploring, letting her roam, touch, taste. Her soft uncovered chest pressed to his firm body, nipples rubbing against his skin, hardening.

    He leaned into her, and both hands trailed down her bare back to her ass. She felt a quickening in her loins and then he reached a little lower still, before standing back up straight, lifting her off the floor. Catching on she wound her legs around his waist and his hands supported her butt as he walked them from the front room down a short hall in search of the bedroom.

    Victoria kicked her shoes off on the way, hoping to reduce any further delay. He brought her to the edge of the queen size bed, but instead of dropping her, her knelt on it and shuffled to the center before letting go.

    "Shoes."

    "What?"

    "Get your shoes off."

    **

    Not really sure what the bid deal was, I scooted to the edge to ditch my trainers. I hadn't had a chance to properly play with her tits and I was aching with the desire. As I was fumbling with the laces on the second shoe, she pressed herself against my back and reached around to remove my belt. The feel of twin pencil erasers had me hard and wanting to turn around and just take her right then.

    She slid the belt from the loops as I finally got the knot out and dropped the sneaker to the floor. I turned in her embrace and latched my mouth onto her breast. She fell back and I went with her. I closed my teeth on her nipple and tugged, she gasped. My hand found her other lovely mound and squeezed. I realized the girl featured in many of my adolescent fantasies was now the flesh and blood woman beneath me, and I meant to make it memorable for both of us.

    I backed off my intensity, and kissed her flesh savoring the softness, tasting the salt of her rising perspiration. I trailed my tongue down the valley of her cleavage and suckled my way up the other hill.

    "Uh... oh..." She was panting, gasping, maybe even bucking. Truth to tell I was grinding my hard-on into the bed, wishing it was inside her, but not wanting to rush.

    "Please... please... my knees... need to unbend."

    Shit. Victoria's lower legs were bent underneath her; I was going to cripple her.

    I rose above her, on hands and knees. She shimmied her hips, straightened out her limbs, and then hooked her ankles together behind me, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me back down.

    **

    Victoria knew she wanted to breathe her gasps into his mouth, as she guided him down onto her. Mouths together, tongues swirling, caressing, wrestling. Her hands on his neck and back, tracing the flexing muscles, nails threatening but not quite scratching, yet. He was resting most of his upper body weight on his elbows, leaving his hands free to continue molesting her breasts. He alternated softly caressing and squeezing the mounds, rubbing and then pinching their pointed crowns. She felt the internal heat generated by his hands matched by a flow from her join as he ground the bulge in his crotch against hers, even through 4 layers of clothing.

    She needed more. She let go his back to push off and as they rolled, unhooked her ankles, and so ended on top. He watched bemused as she sat up, when he reached for her she scooted back, to sit on his thighs. When she unbuttoned the fly, unzipped his jeans he asked, "Are you sure?"

    She was amused. "I invited you here, remember?"

    He lifted his hips off the bed as she tugged his pants down, backing away until she stood at the edge of the bed, holding them as he pulled his feet out. As she tossed them aside he sat up and reached to "help" remove her capris. His hands rested on her hips as she stepped out of them, to stand in her flimsy cotton panties and he shook his head.

    "What?

    "I'm not sure I believe how incredibly beautiful you are, that you're here with me."

    She blushed, "Oh you better believe it. You're not bailing on me now."

    "Never"

    She reached out a hand to his chest and pushed. He fell back flat on the bed and she snatched at his underwear, getting them half down his thighs, freeing the monster, before he quite realized her intent. Briefs gone, she sat on the bed, straddling his thigh. She moved to stroke his shaft, already mostly erect felt it grow and harden in her velvet palm.

    "You know, it's not fair. We're expected to shave, to make it more pleasurable for a guy, but you don't return the favor."

    He chuckled, "Are you asking me to shave before you go down on me?"

    "Not exactly." She couldn't suppress the mischievous smile breaking across her face. She'd had this debate with friends on a couple occasions. She couldn't believe she was actually testing their theory.

    "I'm asking you to allow me to shave you."

    **

    To say I was floored would be an understatement. Victoria Justice sat straddling my thigh, dressed only in a pair of plain cotton panties, the heated moisture pressed against my flesh almost distracting enough to get me to drag my eyes off her brilliant smile, luminous eyes, all right let's be honest, the rise and fall of her chest, the protruding pink nipples in the small areolas crowning perfection.

    "As long as you're not using a straight razor, sure. Where do you want to do this?"

    "Wait here. I'll be back in a minute."

    Wait here. Don't know if I'll ever be able to describe how tough that minute was. Once she left the room reality hit like a ton of bricks. I couldn't believe I'd agreed to this, but there was no question of welching on the agreement either. Finally I looked around, realized we'd made a mess of the bed, but if this was really going to happen we should at least remove the comforter. Sheets are machine washable.

    I was laying back, head on a pillow when she returned carrying a bed tray. Steaming bowl, scissors, mach 3 razor, towels, a small jar, can of shave gel.

    "Good thought on the coverlet. You might be husband material if I was in the market." What the hell?

    She set the tray on the bed, then climbed on, settling herself on my chest, facing toward my feet. With the view of her firm round ass tapering up to her waist, her slender back covered by her brunette tresses, I almost didn't notice the occasional twinge of a hair pull, the snip of the scissors, as she removed the heaviest growth.

    I very much wanted to reach up and grab her tits again, but worried about drawing her attention away from where it needed to be, just gripped the sheet tightly. Soon she was wetting a towel and treating my groin to a wet heat. I initially bucked a little and she giggled. Heh, she thinks this is funny, just wait until it's her turn, I consoled myself.

    She curled the towel around to soften the stubble, and then she cupped my ballsack and proceeded to massage my nuts. She was getting me all fired up, and I was going to need a release soon. It's funny, to distract myself, I let go the sheet to fondle her boobs.

    "Hey," she tried to bat my hands away with her free one, never releasing my jewels.

    "If you can play with the toys, why can't I?"

    "Hmmph, well, just settle down, we're ready for the final step."

    She removed the towel, and started treating me with the gel. It had a slight cooling sensation that dissipated while she wiped her hands clean and picked up the razor. I swear there was a puddle developing on my chest, leaking from her panties, as she scraped me clean. The strokes of her hand on my dick as she kept me out of the way almost had me shooting then and there.

    After she finished wiping the residue away with a towel, she simply leaned forward. I noticed the glistening wetness on her inner thighs just before my eyes closed when her lips touched the swollen head of my cock.

    **

    As the flavor of the clear, glistening drop exploded on her taste buds, his hips bucked up, trying to thrust his rod into her mouth. She felt the breathe of his groan against her sodden undies.

    She wrapped a hand around his shaft and gently stroked, up and down. Bracing herself with the other, she leant down and planted a chaste kiss on the freshly shaven skin just above his root. Trailing the tip of her tongue along, she kissed around the base to his sack. She sucked one ball into her mouth, caressing with her tongue, and began to hum.

    "Uuhhn... please... mercy"

    She couldn't believe it. She let go his shaft and lifted her head up. "You want me to stop?"

    "I'm about to burst. I need you to stop teasing and finish."

    "Well then..." Victoria just closed her mouth around his head and began bobbing up and down. She was concerned about only getting half his length covered before gagging as he hit her throat, but with the way he began to thrust up, he didn't seem to mind. She used a hand to cradle his nuts as they bounced to the rhythm. She angled her head, allowing her cheeks to bulge from the pressure of his velvet mushroom.

    "Oh fuck. I'm gonna blow."

    She felt the pulse, but the ferocity of the first blast of hot white goo still surprised her and she wasn't sealed on his organ as the second spurt came and she dribbled down his cock. Six firm blasts she counted before he finished thrusting and the remains seeped out. After swallowing her mouthful of protein shake, she shook her head at the mess, thinking, I'm better than this. She began to lick up the pool of spunk collected on his groin.

    **

    Holy shit. I couldn't remember ever cumming so hard. As I lay staring at her lovely, luscious, panty clad ass, Victoria Justice was cleaning me up with her tongue. I'd ask if it could get any better than this, but I already had plans to make it so.

    I waited to see what she'd do once she finished, and was mildly surprised when the clean-up transitioned to another blow-job as she took my semi-erection into her mouth. As she was still nominally sitting on my chest, I took hold of each knee and pulled them back, straightening her legs, leaving her laying on top.

    "What are you–" her question cut off as I rolled us over.

    I was quickly on hands and knees so as not to crush her. I'd guess my dick was dangling in her face because I felt her tongue brush the tip of my pole as I hooked thumbs in the waistband of her panties. As I slid them over her hips, down her thighs, pushed toward her ankles, I face planted in her box. She bent one leg, then the other, to kick herself free and I took advantage of the opening to slip my tongue along her steaming folds, tasting her tangy, musky essence.

    Her bush against my chin felt more coarse than I'd expected. To treat her right would doubtless leave my face abraded, so I needed to enforce the whole tit-for-tat implication. I rolled to the side, moved to inspect the tray. Luckily the bowl hadn't spilled over, though it no longer steamed.

    "What's so interesting over there that you've left me laying here all alone?"

    "It's your turn to be pampered."

    "Well, if you insist," and I could hear mischief in her voice, "start with the ointment in the jar."

    She joined me near the tray, then lay back and spread wide. I got lost in the view, patch of hair on her mound, tight slit splitting her join, and a glimpse of puckered little butthole. I shook myself awake, cracked open the jar and took a small dollop onto my index and middle fingers.

    "It'll work best if you start at the edge and work in to the center."

    Bizarre instructions, but it was her game. I traced around what I perceived to be the border of her bush. She tried not to squirm under my ministrations. When I completed the first circuit it was already working its magic. An edge was loose, and by applying more "ointment", I easily peeled back and removed her pussy toupee. I held up the hairpiece and admired her hairless snatch.

    "Are you angry?"

    I almost laughed. Taken in isolation, I'd been tricked, yes. Considering the thought and action required, to pull it off in so little time, I was flattered.

    "Only if this is toxic, and I can't eat my dessert."

    She giggled as I set aside her rug, dampened a towel in the warm bowl, and cleaned up any excess glue and solvent.

    **

    She hadn't realized how stifling the glue had felt until he removed it. Now his breath on the freshly freed skin of her mound sent shivers through her body. The soft pressure of his lips tingled on her inner thighs. She twitched her hips, trying to get his mouth on her hot spot.

    "OK, you win," he mumbled and slid his tongue along her folds again. There, he gently sucked, pulling her lips into his mouth and probing the crevice, tasting her, gliding across the inner passage.

    "Please" she moaned.

    He lifted his face away. "Please what?"

    She grabbed, to push his head back down. "More. More tongue. More eating. Just more. Please."

    She could feel the heat rising as she begged, then a jolt went through her body as he made contact with her clitoris. Her aim had been off, or perhaps spot on. He carefully lifted her hood and stroked her little love nub. She pushed her hips up into his face and then gasped as a finger penetrated her hot hole. He massaged her inner walls, all the while paying homage to her flesh button.

    Suddenly she jerked, "Oh yeah, right there."

    He wiggled his finger, "Right there?" and she trembled.

    "Fuck yes."

    He pushed a second digit into her, and began to seriously rail in and out, making sure to find her spot on each pass. Victoria's moans degenerated into ragged gasps for breath and he hunted down her clit again. When he brushed her bundle of nerves with his tongue she went momentarily rigid, then cried out and her limbs started to shake.

    **

    I rode out her orgasm with slow smooth pumps into her as I tried to drink down the juices flowing over my fingers. When I reckoned she'd come back to her senses, I pulled out and crawled up over her glistening body, to suckle briefly on her tits, to kiss her neck up to her mouth.

    I felt her grab my wrist, "Your fingers," as she pulled on my hand, sucked my fingers dry of her cum.

    I lowered my butt and my dangling hard-on brushed her crotch, "May I?"

    "Hell yes. What are you waiting for?"

    "To make sure your wits had returned."

    "I'll show you my wits," Victoria spread her legs wide, reached between us with both hands. With one she peeled open the gates and the other guided me in.

    The heated wetness of her tight velvet walls on my granite rod blew my mind. I couldn't believe the sensations of her flesh squeezing mine, ripples timed with her soft gasps when I found her spot again.

    I'd hardly had time to luxuriate in the feeling of my first condomless fuck when on the sixth or seventh thrust I erupted inside her. I just kept pumping away filling her with my seed, and a miracle happened. I stayed hard throughout it, and just kept going.

    With the initial pressure released I was able to take time to observe. The jiggle of her perfect breasts as I thrust. The look of transcendent bliss on her face as I touched her deep. To properly thank her I needed to change the angle of attack. First I snagged a pillow from next to her head, and pausing momentarily to lift, slipped it under her butt. Then I took hold of her legs behind each knee and drew them up to my shoulders.

    When I started pounding away again the result was clear.

    "Oh my... Oh my"

    A little hip roll gets

    "Oh fuck..."

    Ramming as hard as I can, I think I hit a barrier.

    "Uhhnn..."

    I fuck her as hard, as best I can. She grabs my arms and her nails sink in. The pain drives me on and then she's screaming her throat raw, large muscles spasming uncontrollably, inner muscles rippling, gripping me so firmly I wonder if it's possible she'll snap my cock off. She almost kicks me off her, off the bed, but I manage to get her legs unhooked and I stick inside and ride her out.

    After what seems an eternity, she's calmed down, and I'm laying on top, bracing myself on elbows again.

    "You're still hard."

    "Yes"

    "And inside"

    "Yes"

    "There's something I'd like to try, if you don't mind?"

    I could feel the question spreading across my face. "Name it."

    "No guy has ever let me be on top."

    To answer, I hooked my ankles under her legs, slipped my hands under her back, tucked my head next to hers and rolled us. "Do with me what you will."

    **

    She almost couldn't believe the trust implied in that simple statement – "do with me what you will." She started with a lift and fall of her hips, simulating a cock thrust, with the added effect of pushing her chest tightly against his. He lightly traced her spine with a hand and brushed her damp silken locks away from her face with the other. A couple more lifts and she added "Oh fuck" as a slight roll ground her clit against his groin.

    She tried the roll again, "Oh my God"

    She was getting herself good and bothered, but needed to try something else, too.

    So she pushed herself off his chest, brought her knees up, and now sat on his hips, his manhood still buried to the root. Victoria started to bounce on his pole, a couple short lifts and then one almost all the way off. The new angle pressured her insides in a delightfully different manner.

    As she started to lose herself, riding his pogo stick, he reached out to the pair of beautiful, bouncing breasts and mashed them together.

    "Oh fuck yes, pinch my nipples."

    He did as told and her pussy spasmed around his cock. She slid a hand down her toned flat belly to her mound, to her clit.

    "Again"

    Ramming herself full, stroking her button, getting her tips pinched, her back arched as she let out a primal howl and then fell forward as her skeleton melted.

    He thrust into her bucking hips, overflowing her love canal with another load of cream.

    **

    Exhausted and now soaking wet, Victoria lay atop me, recovering from her latest climax. I was finally relaxing down to half mast, and our combined juices leaked out, around my softening dick to pool on my crotch, run down my crack to the sheet. Almost of its own accord my hand started massaging her firm round ass.

    "What are you doing?"

    "I was just thinking, there's one classically Greek topic we haven't covered yet."

    She laughed a little, "I'm not sure I'm up to that right now."

    "There's always next time"

    "Next time?" she turned her head looked into my eyes. "You came inside me?"

    "Yes," twice in fact, "I'm sorry-"

    "Shh," she silenced me with a kiss. "Just remind me to borrow one of Ari's morning after pills before we leave."

    A familiar voice intruded, "You might also remember to change the linens and air out the room."

    Victoria went stiff in my arms. I turned my head to see an amused Ariana Grande standing in the doorway, with some vaguely familiar blonde in the dimly lit hall behind her.

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    I enjoyed that. That was really good Chitown. You definitely need to continue it!

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