I made this erotic feel for it -2

Maybe it helped that it appeared slightly smaller than my own pridefulness perhaps, that comparison thing, though he did appear to have a slightly larger, more bulbous head on his shaft. And I noticed that Mila enjoyed rubbing that in a particular way, teasing it with her fingers, scissoring each side with each up and downstroke of her hand.

“Gonna squirt big and hard for me baby? Lots of hot naughty cum juice?” She asked, coaxing him and teasing him with her words, along with her hand, especially as I sat there watching her doing it. Surprised that I was in fact now very much aroused as she did.

“Big and hard,” he spoke back, eyes somewhat closing now, his breath becoming quicker, as his face began to grimace.

“Almost there? Gonna cum for me soon baby? Gonna give me all that hot delicious cream? How about right here on my tits honey…would you like that? Would you like to squirt all over these nice big titties of mine?”

I know I sure as hell wanted to, though he was soon doing just that.

I sat and watched, as she did, as the young man’s prick suddenly exploded. Fountain after fountain of his hot white creamy cum splashing against her breasts as she stroked him, rubbing him against herself. Finally spent, she simply sat there enjoying the feel of his cream as it ran down between her breasts, on down to her belly. Once again nervous perhaps, he thanked her, thanked us both, and then jumped out of the car, soon after racing back towards his van, almost forgetting to grab his own surfboard in the process.

“I imagine he’ll have quite the story to tell his friends,” I actually laughed. “Wonder if they’ll even believe him.”

Mila laughed. “Not if we leave now before he can reach them and point us out,” she said, climbing out of the car, though not getting back in behind the driver’s seat. “You drive,” she said, exchanging places with me as she got back in, though she still hadn’t put her top back on either. Still bare breasted, with cum-trails clinging to her tits. She reached over, fondling my obvious erection as I started up the car, pulling quickly back out onto the highway again.

“So…how do you feel?” She asked.

“How do you think I feel?” I responded back…I thought it was obvious.

“I know how this feels…which is why I intend on doing something about it. Perhaps after that, after the horny goes away, you’ll feel differently about everything that just happened. And then, once we get back to the house, we can talk about it calmly, without any other emotions getting in the way.”

Sounded like good reasoning. Especially when she suddenly leaned over and gave me my first ever blowjob while driving a car. Frankly I was surprised when I came in her mouth as she swallowed it, rather than watching it, as I actually came. She sat up, licking her lips, only then putting her top back on again over her now somewhat cum-caked breasts.

“Sometimes I just need to do that too,” she told me, like I also now need to do this.” She sat back in her seat, spreading her legs along with the thin strip of material covering her mound and proceeded to masturbate all the way home. I counted three small, but nice little orgasms by the time we got there.

But even more amazingly, by the time we had gotten there, I was horny again. Horny in thinking about what we’d done, what I’d seen, what I’d watched her do…and how I now knew I felt about it. I was eager to see her do it again.

But….first things first. I all but carried her into the house, throwing her down on the bed where I gave her my answer. Several times.

**

Mila and I began dating seriously after that. Aside from our weekly Erotic Arts class, things seemed to regain a sense of normalcy for the two of us as we truly began to get to know one another better. I now spent most of my time with her at her place, even sleeping over more often than not. Mila’s “quirk,” or “kink” all but forgotten for a time as we simply explored one another and as we both came to accept, falling in love with one another deeper and deeper. I’d almost decided that perhaps these things were no longer a fantasy or desire for her.

But then one of those “opportunities” presented itself, and I realized then that side of her really hadn’t changed, nor should I expect it to. Interestingly enough, I found myself once again facing mixed emotions.

Half disappointed that as close as we’d become, that aspect of her nature…her desires, hadn’t changed. And now I knew…wouldn’t. On the other hand…that feeling, that weird level of excitement I had found watching her in the back seat of the car at the beach came racing back as well. I was again intrigued, curiously aroused to once more witness my future wife’s indulgence.

The previous week, Rose had informed everyone, especially me…that she’d be bringing in two men to sit and pose for the class. Reason being…this would be an intimate portrayal of two men together, though again mostly simulated. I had already mentioned to Rose beforehand that I wouldn’t be comfortable posing in this fashion, simulated or not…and that trying to maintain an erection during such time might prove more than difficult. Mila of course was anxiously looking forward to the class anyway, no real surprise there.

I went along with the intention of merely observing and sitting in the shadows during the class. Much to my surprise, as the night began and went on, I found the provocative poses the two young handsome looking men were positioned in, to be somewhat stimulating. Needless to say, so did most of the class, especially Mila.

At one point she had managed to corner Rose off to one side, briefly speaking to her. I saw Rose smile, looking over towards me shortly thereafter with a bemused expression on her face. Shortly after that, she had a brief chat with the two men during a five minute rest period. Both of which then looked over at Mila, nodding their heads somewhat eagerly. Having no chance myself to ask at that point what was going on, I was determined to simply sit back and let whatever was going on, to simply unfold. Which of course, it eventually did.

An hour later everyone had finally filed out. Rose locked up the room after the last person had left, leaving only the two young men, Robert and Edward, along with Mila, Rose and myself.

Finally, Mila approached me. “Rose’s agreed to let me do a very special portrait of her,” she began. “With Robert and Edwards help of course,” she then added. “And yours too…if you’re interested.” She then proceeded to tell me that all three of them had of course already agreed to do so…quite eagerly I might add.

Her intention of course, in jerking the two men off, having them come on Rose’s body, and then capturing that moment in her own unique way shortly after that. My inclusion to add to the volume of their combined spending would be greatly appreciated, IF I was up to it. Surprisingly, I’d been nurturing an erection most of the evening, wondering…and not at all surprised at the eventual disclosure of her desires and plans.

And though I had pretty much made up my mind that I would indeed add whatever I could to the project, I would start off merely watching her in the beginning. Saying she understood, she then wandered off back towards where Rose was already setting up a long narrow banquet table in order to lay down on. After covering it with a sheet, Rose disrobed, now naked, and placed herself upon it.

With Mila standing on one side of the table, and Robert and Edward on the other side, I now watched as she reached out taking both of their magnificent, and very turgid pricks in hand. She began slowly stroking them, holding them together in her hand as they stood there together, Rose laying there on the table between, watching her as she did so, almost casually fondling herself as this went on. Hard and aroused before, I was even more so now…watching this simple, yet erotic display as Mila coaxed their cocks into an even greater firmness than they already were.

Her finger teasing is clearly evidenced by the expressions on their faces. When she actually looked over her shoulder back towards me, I nodded her way and began removing my own clothes. She and Rose both simply smiled knowingly without saying a word as I moved towards them. Only then did Mila speak, directing me.

“Come stand in between them Mike,” as they soon parted, making room for me to sandwich in between them. Whatever my earlier reluctance had been prior to this, seemed to melt away, though my nervousness as to what was expected of me remained. “Closer, move closer together so I can work the three of you together at once,” she informed the three of us. I now found myself the third man in the middle, drawn together at a slight angle, with Robert and Edward on either side of me. It was an odd sensation.

The press of a hard stiff cock on either side of mine as Mila caressed them, holding the three of us there together within her hands. Slowly, her workings turned into more obvious stroking. Occasionally leaving off to work one of us independently from the other, as though gauging the closeness of our pending orgasms with one another. She was almost uncanny in doing so too, somehow sensing each of us without really needing to vocalize where we were, only cautioning to tell us when the moment finally did come. The canvas of Rose’s body below, soon to be the recipient of her carefully placed paste painting as it turned out.

“I’m close…very close,” Edward finally spoke, alerting her.

“Come here then, stand beside me,” she instructed. “And you two…keep your own close, on edge…but not over the mark. That’s my job,” she smiled wickedly. Robert and I stood, now fisting ourselves, though slowly, and on “edge” as it were, while Edward moved around the table standing next to her.

Taking Edwards rather long, though somewhat slim prick in hand once again, she now stood behind him, the press of her own bare breasts against his back. I watched as Mila continued to stroke the man’s shaft, aiming it as it appeared in the direction of Rose’s left breast. “As soon as he comes…whoever thinks they can come quickly, and next, remain where you are. I’ll come to you,” she informed us both.

“I think that’ll be me…” Robert stated, teetering…yet so far holding out. Wordlessly, he and I exchanged places, with he now prepositioned to deposit his seed on what would obviously be Rose’s right breast when the time came.

“I’m gonna…”