Sunset Model

He took quick dabs of paint, pouring over the colors intently. Then, finally, his eyes rested solidly on her pussy fur. She gritted her teeth, battling the nearly overwhelming need to hide, to run. It was all she could manage to keep her legs from clenching together, to at least try to conceal her most tender flesh -- the yearning parts that now, ironically, longed to be examined in-depth.

He flittered with the brush furiously, as if frantic to capture just the right instant. Debbie's insides quivered as his piercing eyes stared at her down there, her trembling hands anxious to conceal her delicate parts, but forcefully restrained by sheer will.

"It's perfect," he breathed, his hands still sculpting the canvas. "The sunset is glistening through the red wisps of your hair, and it's like it's on fire. God, Debbie, you're astounding."

The word echoed through the air with sincere reverence. Debbie felt it invade her soul, lodging deep inside of her. He deftly switched brushes and mixed new paints before resuming his work. His hand appeared to be adding a feathery lightness to the canvas as it swooped.

"Maybe sometime later I could do a painting of you that focuses on your..." the words came out so calm, so casual, it surprised Debbie as they caught in his throat. But they scrambled through her mind, and it refused to make complete sense of them.

"What?" she gasped.

He grimaced fearfully. "It would be tasteful, of course," he assured her. "But I would love to capture your soft folds of skin fully exposed, the playful hair, the lusty depths, the softness I would only see when you fully open yourself up to me."

Floods of dread gripped her stomach as Debbie realized what he was asking. The panic nearly shut her mind down, but the image of herself lying with her thighs open and letting Tom examine parts of her she's never even seen herself seared into her brain. Amid the foreboding terror she felt her pussy pulse with enticement.

A sudden gust blew tresses of her long hair over her shoulder, covering a nipple within the tickling curls.

"Don't move a muscle," Tom chirped, and he hurried up along the hill to where she lay. "You're pose is incredible, I don't want to ruin it."

His fingers were tender and loving as he brushed her hair back over her shoulder. She looked up along his stomach and chest as he leaned over her -- the heat from his body close, the muscles toned, tight, and then her eyes rested down on his penis bulge. They widened as she stared at the swell through the jeans, at his enormous length and thickness -- nearly peering up from the beltline. She swallowed back the sudden and uncomfortable longing to unzip his pants and pull it out, examine it, toy with it. Where it was, beneath the restrictive fabric, it seemed... trapped.

His hands brushed lightly, accidently onto her bared shoulder. Her icy blue eyes looked up to meet his dark gaze, and her face grew hot as she knew he'd noticed where she was just looking. The ache in her stomach flared with despair, his eyes piercing through her to her most personal and humiliating desires. She drew in an eager, involuntary breath, and held it as she realized he must have heard her pining gasp. Her nerves quivered expectantly as he stopped and watched her face.

He reached down and touched her shoulder again, this time with more intent. His touch was soft and filled with passion, and Debbie was forced to close her eyes as she tried to pretend it didn't affect her.

But his fingers roamed up over her cheek. She heard herself whimper in crying need, betraying her brooding lusts. At once his touch swooped down along her neck, across her shoulder, and lower down along her chest. She stiffened painfully as his fingers stroked across the top of her breast, the weight of it swaying with his caring caress. She gritted her teeth as he neared her nipple. Her entire body was quivering painfully inside, terrified, and the thoughts of his touch there...

"Please," she begged, not moving in spite of the raging fear.

He stopped, his fingers still resting just over her breast.

"Please..." she cried out.

Leave me alone, her mind screeched. Give me my clothes back! Take me home!

His hand didn't move, and her eyes were still held tightly closed. She trembled violently, and could feel her breasts jiggling from her own body shaking. The sensations had become unbearable for her, and her heart demanded escape.

"Touch me," she gasped. "Damn it, just touch me already."

Her own words shocked her, and it took a second for her to realize it was her voice speaking them. But as his hand roamed over her nipple, over the full, plump roundness of her aching breast, and down along her shivering stomach, she could feel her restraints and panic shattering. A sense of sobbing relief washed through her as she gulped in the cool mountain air. Her own hand raised up to brazenly take in the feel of Tom's pulsing muscles, his trembling stomach, and sense the desire swelling up within him.

He lifted her up from the stone, and she stood in front of him, bared and hungry. Within her chest a growling yearning broke free. She gasped as he pulled her to him, his warm skin pressing against her, his lips coming close to hers. She panted like a wild animal caged and desperate to be free. She could feel him, smell him, sense him like he was a willing prey begging to be devoured.

He stopped and pulled away cautiously, but his heaving breath screamed of his shameful urges. She grasped his head, her fingers delving deep within the thick hair, and forced his lips to her own.

The world spun from existence as she tasted him, his lips, his mouth, his neck. They became a flurry of unquenchable flames, hands grasping, groping, caressing. She unfastened his pants with quivering fingers, the jeans fell from his body, and the two of them tumbled, both bodies naked and intertwined, into the soft grasses. Their parts clambered amid each other, her hands groping over the flexing muscles and implausibly hulking penis. His heavy gonads were soft in her tender palms, but she felt driven to squeeze his abundant penis until he groaned in pain. His hands grasped at her, clenching her to him, feeling her butt and breasts, and his fingers fluttering through her wet sex.

She gasped each time his touch flittered over her screaming clitoris, her back arching, breath catching. All at once he was behind her, a hand clutching her breast and holding her hostage against him. His other hand reaching from behind her, probing eagerly between her legs, tickling over the red wisps, then delving deep inside of her, deliciously invasive. His touch explored her sensitivities, teasing her pussy, flicking only briefly over her clitoris, until she felt the deep, tingling excitement ignite into a fiery ecstasy.

She shivered and moaned, writhing in searing climax within his strong arms, the world spinning wildly as a sweeping thrill of ticklish ecstasy flared at her clit before washing through her entire body and bursting free out from her tingling fingers and toes, leaving her breathless and lost, with a trembling sensation she'd never known.

At last she had to grab his hand to stop him as the clitoral delight grew unbearable, her skin wildly ticklish now.

She wriggled around in his grasp and they rolled with aimless, mindless abandon. She ran her hand fervently up and down his massive shaft, pumping his penis as it grew harder in her grasp. She gripped his butt and squeezed hard, and relished the feel of his lips as he sucked on her nipples.

He pressed down over her, and she raised her legs in breathless abandon to wrap around his pulsating body. She squealed as, tenderly, he entered her, the size of him filling her almost beyond ability. Her heart raced wildly, the thrill rolling through her body like waves of heated butter. He thrust within her, pulled back, and thrust again. His throbbing parts tingled over and through her pussy like a million glistening feathers, teasing and taunting her clit as it screamed and pleaded for more.

Tom groaned, and the feel of it rumbled through her. The insane cravings thundered inside and she rocked her pussy hard against his assaulting penis. The pounding glee swooned into a dizzying enchantment, a frenzy of delights and unbounded desires. Each thrust of his forceful body drove her to new, unfathomable heights of ecstasy until they at last exploded into shards of white-hot bliss, pressing an unstoppable scream from her that rumbled out from deep within her chest. Over and over again she squealed as he kept thrusting inside, filling her, her pussy pounding in violent pleasure, the waves of burning contentment pouring into her.

He groaned, his body stiffening, and his penis grew.

"Oh God!" Debbie screamed in swirling mists of pleasing pain and enthrallment. He stopped, and she felt his sex expel inside of her, throbbing, pulsing. The sense of release, the feeling of relieving freedom and fulfillment, sent her mind reeling as her soul drifted down, swooping and swimming until it rested once more, lying on her back, in the grass, beneath Tom.

He held her there, the final rays of sun vanishing beneath the horizon, and kissed her face. She grabbed him tight, holding his naked body to hers.

"And that didn't ruin the pose?" Debbie teased as she slowly regained her senses.

He didn't answer. He lay there, panting, gasping gleefully as he tried catching his breath. He was smiling broadly.

Debbie reached up and lovingly touched his face. His cheek was gruff with late-evening stubble. She liked the rugged feel of it.

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"Where the hell did you disappear to with Tom yesterday?" Sarah scolded the following day as she sat down in the cafeteria next to Debbie. "Did you two go out on a date or something?"

Debbie glanced past her to see Tom approaching to meet her. Debbie's heart skipped a beat, her body heating up quickly at the sight of him. She smiled, looked back over to Sarah, and pushed herself up from the table.

"He took me for a hike in the woods," she shrugged, her breath catching in her throat. She saw the sudden shock and dismay in Sarah's eyes. It gave her a sudden rush. "We talked, held hands, and enjoyed the changing leaves." Debbie leaned in close to Sarah's ear. "Then we fucked like rabid animals and he took me home. And..." She took Tom's hand as he came up to her, "the rumor is right. Artists are fantastic lovers. I'll see ya, Sarah."