Painting Lydia's Body (4)
"Whoa~ This room's nice. First time in a place like this."
Two hours later, we'd checked into a luxury inn room. I'd stuffed the barely 48kg Lydia into a sack, slung her over one shoulder, and pretended to arrive alone to book the place.
"We can really do it in a spot this pricey? You must be loaded, Assistant Professor."
"I am."
No need for mood-setting or any of that crap with a girl already in the room. The moment we stepped inside, I stripped off my clothes like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Quit gawking and get your clothes off already."
"But why'd we come here? We could've just done it in the woods."
"It's your first time."
I yanked my pants off my legs and tossed them on the floor.
"First times stick with you forever. Didn't want you cursing out some pervert assistant professor for taking your virginity in the woods when you're old and reminiscing."
"Pfft."
Lydia burst out laughing.
"You dragged me all the way to a fancy inn just to make it a good memory for me? Ooh, Assistant Professor, you're kinda cool."
She grinned playfully, but she seemed genuinely touched—went quiet for a good while after that. If I hadn't heard the sound of her unwrapping her bandages while I was rolling around naked on the plush bed, I might've thought she'd bolted.
"All done undressing."
"Get up here and lie down."
As Lydia settled onto the bed, I climbed over her and licked along the side of her neck below her ear before pressing my lips to hers. Without me even asking, she grabbed my cock and started stroking it during the kiss. It stiffened right up, rock-hard in no time. Good body maintenance today— even the slightest touch had me standing at attention instantly.
"Feels good doing it on a bed, right?"
"Yeah... it does."
"Wanna stay till morning?"
"Yeah..."
"Kidding. You gotta get home, dummy."
"What the hell? Then why ask?"
I slid down a bit and lifted one of her arms high. The burn scar under her armpit came into view. I closed my eyes and licked it smooth.
"Heehee, that tickles."
My lips trailed over her chest, past her navel, and dove straight into her pussy. Lapping at the slit coated my tongue in her juices—salty and slick. Her arousal was already thick and flowing; judging by the consistency, she'd been leaking since the woods.
"Ah, ah... mm... it's gonna smell down there..."
I spread her legs wide and went at it in earnest. Lydia gripped the sheets tight in her fists.
"Nngh, heeek...!"
Hazel's pussy had those butterfly-wing labia flapping out, but Lydia's was sleek and straight—no frills, just neat and tidy. The smooth skin around her hole made it kinda cute.
"You're plenty wet. Ready for insertion."
I stopped sucking and climbed back up. We weren't sleeping over at the inn—we both needed to get home before it got too dark. No time for drawn-out foreplay. My cock was fully erect already. I looked down at her flushed face and gripped myself.
"Lydia, I'm putting it in."
"We're gonna have sex?"
"I'm sticking my cock in. Might hurt a bit since it's your first time."
"Okay..."
She nodded easily. Just to be sure, I checked again.
"Once those burn scars are gone, you'll go back to normal life. You cool offering your virginity to me? Speak up now if not. I won't do it."
"You can just take responsibility."
"Nah."
"Why? You did it with Hazel."
"She'd already popped it herself with her fingers."
"Pfft."
"Yeah... maybe we shouldn't. I'm worried about your future."
As I started to pull away, she grabbed my waist with both hands and pinned me down.
"Don't go. Do it."
"I told you, I ain't taking responsibility."
"Why not?"
"For your bright future. Who knows, maybe you'll marry some prince."
"Not with my background. How about this? Marrying you is my dream. Reason? You healed my body, so I'm repaying the favor."
"Living life reckless, huh? How long we even known each other? You know anything about me?"
"Doesn't matter who you are or how long. You healed my body. I'd give you my soul too if you wanted."
"..."
I paused, then stared straight into her eyes.
"Don't regret saying that."
"I don't do regrets. Simple personality."
She flashed a cheeky grin. Honestly, at this point, I was too revved up to back out anyway. Got savings—taking care of one girl ain't an issue.
"If that's your call, then from now on, I'm taking over your life. Brace yourself, Lydia. Here comes your benefactor's cock."
No sooner said than done—I grabbed my shaft and thrust right in. Schlurp. It slid smoothly into her parted folds.
"How's it feel? Okay?"
"Haaah... like a thick, smooth rod sliding in. Feels good..."
"Haven't even got half in yet. Gonna hurt now."
"From the hymen?"
"Yeah."
I pushed deeper. Her vaginal walls were wrinkled tight and elastic—intense stimulation. Damn, this felt good.
"You got more folds than most girls."
"That's good?"
"Hell yeah. Killer. Huh...?"
"Ow! What was that? Felt something."
Something was blocking my cock. No way. I'd busted cherries before—ex-wife and now this made twice. Without a word to Lydia, I rammed through in one go. Rip!
"Kgh!"
Lydia grimaced.
"Stings."
"There, it's torn. Congrats, Lydia. You're a real woman now."
"Feels like something's leaking inside... scary."
"Blood."
"Blood!? W-wait, that's dangerous, right?"
"Normal for first times. See?"
I pulled out and showed her. Her eyes went wide at the blood on my glans and shaft.
"That's... my blood?"
"Yup."
"The temple said virgin blood is impure..."
"It ain't."
I kissed her and slid back inside. Thrusting slow while pistoning my hips. A soft "aaah" moan escaped her lips. She'd gone quiet—probably tense from the blood. But as time passed, her rigid body relaxed, her pussy softening around me. My cock plunged deep into those rippling walls. Squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Ah, Assistant Professor, ah, ah...!"
"Say it. What?"
"It, it feels good...! Hah, hah!"
"Told you sex feels great."
"Y-yeah! So good. Nngh! Ahh!"
Her eyes drowned in pleasure. Lips half-open, spilling moans nonstop. If only her face were pretty, that lusty expression would've had my cock throbbing wild. Truth was, the burn scars dulled my excitement. I was riding purely on the pussy's grip. Better finish quick. Fill her with cum and turn her into a beauty ASAP.
"Where do you want it when I cum?"
"F-face...!"
"Face this time? Got it."
Slam, slam, slam! I ramped up the pace. The mattress heaved; her moans grew louder.
"Hngh, haaagh! Haaang! Haaang!"
"Here it comes! Signal's here!"
I yanked out fast, scrambled on my knees to her head, and blasted right at her nose. Spurt, spurt! Unreal—the cum erupted in an insane volume.
"Nngh...! B-burning...!"
Thanks to the cum booster, it was record-breaking. Like pissing the first morning gusher after a bender—gushing endlessly. More volume meant longer orgasm; the tidal wave of pleasure shook me for a solid ten seconds.
"Hah, hah... Feels fucking amazing. Gulp. So good. Whew..."
Bliss like I'd been to heaven. Thought I'd lose my mind from the ecstasy the whole time.
"Guh! Can't breathe! So much...!"
Lydia flailed, eyes squeezed shut. Cum dripped everywhere on her face.
I snapped out of the afterglow.
"Spread it quick!"
"It's all in my mouth!"
"Just swallow what goes in!"
I reached over to help, smearing the cum from her crown to ears to nape—coating her entire head in a thick layer. Bald head made it easy; just a few strands.
"Ugh... fishy."
"Whew, even I wanna puke smelling my own."
"Wanna kiss?"
"No."
"Scared of the cum?"
"Yeah."
"It's yours."
She giggled. I peered closely at her face.
Ooh. The burn scars were fading!
"Check the mirror!"
"Why? Did it change?"
"You're gorgeous!"
I hopped off the bed, grabbed a towel and hand mirror, and rushed back. Wiped her face clean, then held up the mirror.
A smooth, pale-skinned young nun(?) stared back.
"This is... me? Really me...?"
"Whoa... grow your hair out and you'd be stunning."
"Can't believe it..."
Lydia touched her face over and over, tears of joy streaming.
"Been so long since I saw my real face..."
She sniffled.
"Thank you. All thanks to you, Assistant Professor. I'll never forget this debt. Ever. Sniff..."
After that, getting hard again was a breeze. A cute-faced bald girl earnestly sucking my cock—even post-nut, it sprang right back up.
Slurp, slurp, slurp!
"Ngh...! Lydia...!"
"Gonna cum?"
"Thirty more seconds...!"
Slurp, smack, suck suck. Slurp, slurp.
"Lie down!"
"O-okay!"
"Cumming!"
Gush, gush! This time, I flooded her tits like a dam burst.
Smeared it even, then stared hard at her glossy chest. Joy crept over my face. The skin was regenerating; her nipples, long gone, were swelling back into place.
"Now I can suck tits while we fuck."
"Heeheehee. What's with that face, Assistant Professor? Like it that much?"
"Yeah. Love it."
I told her to wet a towel for cleanup so I could suck those tits right away, but Lydia? She clung to me instead of going.
"What do I do? I like you too much, Assistant Professor. Think I'm in love."
Aah, hooked hard. With the world's most serious face, I fiddled absently with her nipple. Then:
"Then spread 'em. Third load incoming."
First things first—finish the job, then creampie to cap it off.