Making love and art

I went from being a loner to a confident young woman, thanks to Ken’s big cock.

Boys think they have it tough, a lot can’t find friends and spend most of their time alone, but it’s the same for girls too, girls like me, I didn’t have any friends, no one really wanted to hang with me, I was never invited anywhere, and people just ignored me, even my parents didn’t spent much time with me, they loved me, I know they did, but they were always working.

I was 12, and alone, but it didn’t really bother me because I liked being alone, it gave me time to think in my head and do whatever I wanted to do, I like drawing, art is my most favourite thing in the world to do, I draw cartoons and paint sometimes, on the bus ride home from school while all the other kids are shouting and being noisy, I just sat and quietly watched YouTube videos on how to draw things.

During the school holidays I spent a lot of time sitting in the park, with my sketch book and pencils, just drawing the trees, birds and people, then one day I saw a man standing on the grass, he had an easel and paint canvas in front of him, he was painting the treeline.

Even though I was really shy, his painting interested me, so I walked over to him and asked him if I could have a look and watch him paint, he said I could, and I did.

We talked for a while after he finished his painting, he brought a picnic with him and laid a red and white checked blanket on the grass, then he kindly gave me a piece of his sandwich and something to drink, and we talked some more, his name is Ken, he was 37 years old at the time, we had a lot in common, mainly our love of art.

He came to the park every day, and he took me back to his place, he was living in a converted warehouse, it was full of his art work, all over the walls, so many paintings, it was beautiful, and over a couple of week he taught me how to paint in different styles, it was so much fun, and I finally had a friend, someone I could talk too, I’d run to his place every morning and stay all day painting, every day of the holidays.

Then one day I went to his place, and he met me at the door, and he held out a rag and said “I need you to put this on.”, wanting to blindfold me so I couldn’t see anything, I trusted him so I put it on and he guided me inside then pulled off the blindfold.

He’d laid out white paint sheets all over the floor, and all around the walls, and laid out canvases all around, everything was just white, he handed me some white overalls and goggles and told me to put them on, basically he had arranged for us to do some insane splatter art, he opened up loads of tins of paint, placed them on the floor, and we used big brushes, cups and even just our hands to throw and splatter paint all over the place, creating chaotic colourful art, it was basically just a mess, but so much fun.

We started to throw paint at each other, running around trying to get out of the line of fire, it was like paintball but messier, by the time we were finished we’d covered each other head to toe in paint, and he grabbed me from behind and smothered paint all over my face, and we slipped on the wet floor and ended up on our backs laughing and giggling our heads off at how much fun we were having.

I started to feel weird inside, like all fuzzy, but happy, I guess you could say I had fallen for him, completely, I rolled over and gave him a kiss on the lips, but he pulled me head away, “Louise, what are you doing?” he asked, my happiness faded fast, I immediately felt so embarrassed and stupid at what I’d done, “Sorry.” I said, then got to my feet to run away.

But then he grabbed my arm and spun me back towards him, and he held me, he pushed my paint covered hair off my face, removed my goggles, then he kissed me, and it was the most wonderful kiss ever.

We both suddenly found ourselves quickly taking off our overalls and clothes, sometimes helping each other remove them, he was kissing my face, my neck, and my body as we stripped, then we fell to the floor and started rolling around, grabbing my ass he squeezed it tight, then pushed his hands down my panties and squeezed my bare ass before pulling my panties off me.
I yanked his boxer shorts down, and my heart fluttered when I saw his big cock and very hairy balls, I’d never seen one before, “Wow.” I gasped, he stood up and picked me up, I threw my arms and legs around him, we kissed passionately, with our tongues wrestling in each other’s mouths, he staggered forward and slammed my back in to the wall, it didn’t hurt, I was so hot, I could feel my pussy was soaking wet, then he guided his hard cock to my pussy and thrust it inside of me, “Ooa-Ungh-Oah-G-o-d.”

I was only 12, and shouldn’t have been doing that, but it just felt right, it felt good, I wanted it, I wanted him to fuck me.

I was pressed with my back to the wall, he was holding on to my butt and repeatedly thrusting his cock in and out of me, I moaned uncontrollably, “Ung – Ooh – Ken – Aah – Ungh” as he completely destroyed my virginity, I was no longer a little girl, I was a woman.

I stretched out my arms and slammed my hands against the wall trying to find something to grab on to, all I did was smudge wet paint all over the walls with my hands and my ass as it moved up and down the wall from the force of his thrusting.

Then he held me and fell to his knees, we rolled around on the floor a little and then I was on top of him, and I bounced myself up and down on his cock, somehow I knew what to do, and I just did it, I had the entire length of his cock buried deep inside of me, and it didn’t hurt at all, there was no pain, only pleasure.

We rolled over again and Ken was on top of me, I stretched my legs out and held on to my toes, Ken fucked me faster, harder and deeper, until he could hold it no more, “Oooah-god” he groaned, surrendering to his balls and allowing his warm sperm to shoot out in to my pussy.

When we were done fucking like crazy, we laid on the floor naked, covered in sweat and paint, and all around us were paint prints of our bodies all across the floor and the walls, my ass made a nice pattern on the walls.

I no longer went to Ken’s place to paint after that, instead I went purely for sex, we had sex every day for 3 weeks, until school started again.

But we still saw each other, every weekend I’d go round and I’d spent all day Saturday with him, just him and me, fucking like rabbits.

My confidence level shot through the roof and I didn’t feel alone anymore, my life has been so much better ever since.

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