Artist's Block?

"Hisao, I think the problem... is in MY pants."

Hisao looked down at the girl sitting before him, Rin Tezuka mistress of the cloudy mind, sitting before her easel.

"Uhh... What?" he asked, dumbfounded by her statement.

She gave him her normal deadpan look as she dropped her paintbrush and stood.

"I need... I need this problem to go away," she said as she stepped up to him, pecking him on the lips once she was within reach.

She wanted sex?

Hisao had barely a moment to register this concept before Rin's lips met his again, and her body pressed against him in wanting. His hands responded in kind, quickly undoing her shirt and throwing it across the room. With her modest breasts exposed, his mouth went to work, kissing his way down her neck, and gently sucking on the pink nubs. Her moans spurred him on, and his hands kneaded her buttcheeks while he switched between each nipple.

"I want..."

She stopped mid-sentence as Hisao began taking off her pants, sliding them down her legs and returning to gently pull down her white and blue striped panties.

Probably Emi's, he thought as his gaze came back up from her feet to a starting sight.

In between her creamy white thighs hung a small penis, complete with balls.

"W-What?!?" he exclaimed, falling backwards in surprise.

"I told you the problem was in my pants," she dryly replied.

"What, how, when, where, who, W-WHAT?!?"

Rin shifted slightly, eyes staring holes into the floor.

"You don't have to touch it..." she quietly said as she turned around, presenting her perky white bottom for him.

"If you look at me from this side, it's like I'm normal,"

Hisao mentally slapped himself, he was being a dick, and had unintentionally hurt her feelings. Who the fuck was he to judge her, and it wasn't like that one thing changed anything about her, especially not his feelings toward her.

"You're better than normal Rin," he said as stood up, turning her head back towards him with one hand and kissing her.

He quickly tugged his clothes off, his member nestling itself in her ass-crack as he ran his hands over her hips, readying himself to penetrate her.

"Wait," she said "The drawer over there,"

She picked one leg up, pointing toward the art teacher's desk. Reluctantly, Hisao left her to pull open the drawer in question, finding a bottle of personal lubricant and an H-Manga. Ignoring what he'd just discovered about said teacher and returning to Rin, he flipped the cap open, squeezing a large dollop onto Rin's back. The cold liquid running straight down her back, giving her chills of pleasure, and stopping at her puckered star when Hisao put his finger there. He slowly slid the digit in, letting the lubricant spread evenly, before adding a bit more as he readied a second finger.

With the introduction of a second finger in her anus, Rin's moans became audible, and Hisao figured now was better than ever. He squeezed a few drops onto his hand to slicken his hardened member up before gently placing it against her opening. He slowly pushed the tip in, enjoying the feeling of resistance her sphincter put up, a slight squelch noise coming from his mushroom head penetrating and sliding in until he was balls deep in her.

 He didn't stop for a second as the hot, tight feeling of her ass massaging him served only to further arouse him. He pulled out and slammed back into her, causing her to lean forward onto her easel, smearing half-dry paint on her breasts and stomach.

He was like a jackhammer each thrust seemingly increasing in force, her body rubbing against the easel, the roughness of the canvas rubbing against her nipples causing her moans to increase in volume.

They continued for a while, sweat rolling over their bodies as they fucked in that position, their breath becoming labored with the exertion.

"H-Hisao! I f-feel!!" Rin exclaimed as she came hard, her sticky white ink spraying across her painting.
The feeling of her anus clench during orgasm proved too much for Hisao as well, as he blew his load into her hole, filling her full of hot cum.

He fell backwards after his orgasm was finished, his penis leaving her ass with an audible pop, and he saw stars for a few seconds as he recovered.

Sitting up on the floor he noticed Rin had sat back down on the stool, picking up the discarded paintbrush, and had resumed painting.

He chuckled a bit, he would never truly understand her, she was too deep for him, but he could always be there to help her with her problems.

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Credit goes to Vekter for the wonderful beginning sentence.