I made this erotic feel for it -2

“Cum!” Mila said for him. “Yes Edward, yes. Let it go, squirt for me…spray her breast, cover it in your white hot sticky cream!” she cried out excitedly, pumping his prick in earnest now, rubbing the massive spongy head directly against Rose’s hard stiff nipple. Rose likewise moaned pleasurably, watching, yet still fingering herself as his almost immediate discharge began to saturate her entire breast with thick copious streamers of his flying spunk. As though actually drawing it, Mila stroked, rubbed and painted the canvas of Rose’s tit with the man’s semen until she had coaxed out every last drop. Only when she had, did she hurriedly step around and over to where Robert was standing. “You ready?”

“Fuck yes!” He too groaned as she now did the same thing with his cock, slapping it, rubbing it, and pressing it against Rose’s other breast until it too soon began coating that one in a similar display of white sticky streamers of spunk that criss crossed it, along with some of her other still smeared breast from Edwards climax.

The moment he was done, her eyes looked towards me, the question already asked.

“Whenever and wherever,” I assured her.

“Stand at the end of the table, take each one of Rose’s legs in your hands, and spread her apart as far as you comfortably can,” she thus told us both. Rose scooted down slightly, her ass nearly off the edge of the table now as I did as instructed. Our instructor’s pink glistening pussy, now obscenely exposed, even more carnally displayed as I held her there like that. Mila now behind me, the feel of her soft pliant breasts now pressing against my own back, her hand firmly wrapped about my phallus as she dragged it up and down, back and forth across Rose’s almost quivering throbbing cunt.

“Oh fuck!” Rose cried out deliriously as she did that, obviously relishing the onslaught of this masturbatory entreat.

“Try not to come until she does,” Mila told me. “The moment she does…” I was already gritting my teeth, trying to hold back, though thankfully Rose was herself now riding the crest of her own orgasmic wave. She cried out, the wail of her ecstasy filling the air. I looked down, the sudden appearance of her own white frothy nectar cascading out of her pulsating quim. “Now! Now!” Mila called out to me, though needlessly so, for the almost immediate appearance of my first flying jettison of spunk soon began splashing against that throbbing, quivering, white frothy split between Rose’s legs.

Almost spastic now, Rose tossed, her ass coming up off the table, Mila’s hand smashing the head of my prick more directly against the woman’s clit, rubbing her, rubbing me as I continued to spurt what turned out to be one of my more impressive, massive displays against her.

The moment she had drained me of the last precious drop however, Mila immediately disengaged, rushing over to where she had already set up her easel, and began capturing the entire affair as though it had all occurred simultaneously.

“Rose!” Mila called out without turning away from her work. “Please…please, come here…finger me from behind while I finish this.”

That was new…and exciting to watch as almost dutifully, even while basking in the throes of her own golden afterglow, Rose rolled off of the table. In seconds she now stood behind Mila, her hand furiously plowing through the obviously wet, liquid passage of my girlfriend’s cunt.

“Press against me,” she cried out further. “Let me feel the come, let me feel it against me,” she demanded. Rose did so…her come-covered breasts now meshed against Mila’s heated flesh as her hands flew, as the image took on a life of its own there upon the sketch pad. I, along with the other two men, almost reverently walked over, standing behind silently as Mila’s magical talent recreated what we had so recently felt and seen for ourselves. In a bizarre, almost abstract way, it was like experiencing it all over again. And I…along with Robert and Edward both, soon found ourselves once again growing erect as we stood there watching her.

Faster than anything I had ever seen her do before, she was finished. The portrait, the erotic image of her mind’s-eye clearly expressed in the almost photo-like appearance there on paper as she finally succumbed. Her orgasmic release at Rose’s hand and fingers finally completes the masterpiece. She turned, looking exhausted, yet somehow exhilarated. Spying almost immediately our three newly erect cocks pointed towards her.

“Give it to me…whatever you can, give it to me,” she implored the three of us. Somehow we managed it, all of us just a few minutes later. Perhaps not as impressive as Rose’s still come-soaked body had been, but more than enough to please her nevertheless as she stood there moment later, ribbons of spunk dangling from her tits as though decorated like a frosted cake.

I had soon after collapsed, not even bothering to dress yet, though Robert and Edward had done so, both soon after leaving. They had of course thanked both Rose and Mila profusely for the unexpected treat, agreeing to be available again anytime if either were wanted or needed to do so.

Rose…taking the finished sketch off the easel, holding it up, looking at it, studying it…and then walked over towards where the two of us now sat, sharing the one and only small studio couch together.

“Mila…this is without a doubt, the best piece of work you’ve accomplished yet. And to think, you were actually in the throes of an orgasm yourself when you added the last final touches to it…amazing.”

“Thank you,” Mila sighed tiredly. “I think it is. And now I think…I’m ready to take you up on your offer,” she informed our instructor. “You really think…you can find someone to show it, even as…well, as decadent as it appears to be?”

“I already have someone in mind,” she told her. “It may very well be a private showing, for just a selected few. But I have a feeling Mila…you’re about to become a very, very big demand for a particular clientele of intriguing, almost shocking works of erotica.”

**

A couple of months passed. But just as Rose had predicted, word spread, and Mila’s unique talent was soon being clamored for. She had even shown off several of her collection at a couple of private showings, each one of them sold out, with each piece being sold for several thousands of dollars. Most sold anonymously too of course. At first, I wasn’t sure how I felt about having many of them, featuring my own stiff spurting cock, hanging in someone’s home somewhere perhaps. But at least my face was never fully depicted in any of them, save for one that Rose herself had purchased as a personal memento.

As for us, we were married shortly after that. Even Robert and Edward had come to the private intimate little ceremony, which we’d held for a few selected family members and friends. As a sort of a pre-wedding, wedding present, I had spoken with Robert and Edward a short hour prior to the ceremony. And though holding to tradition myself, not seeing the bride prior to her walking down the aisle, as she soon joined me standing by my side, she smiled, whispering to me, thanking me for the wonderful gift.

Her dress cut low enough, enabling me to see…the still somewhat fresh spunking of her breasts, where their semen still remained. Though Rose too stood beside her as her maid of honor. And me smiling just as knowingly, as she had likewise sent Rose in to me, where she likewise stood, wearing a similar paste of pleasure between her own breasts as we completed our vows together and became man and wife.

Mila still does very selective, erotic paintings and sketches for a rather large clientele, many of which to this very day remain anonymous. Opening a personal studio for her in our home, she still enjoys the occasional, personal, private sessions that she does by appointment for a reasonable price. She sketches provocative, erotic and quite sensual pieces for couples who’ve likewise come to appreciate her work.

I think she enjoys doing those more than some of the more expensive, more intimately detailed pieces she’s often commissioned to do. And it’s certainly worked out for me in a way too. We don’t go out “looking” nearly as often as we once did in order for Mila to indulge herself as she had been. No need to. Those moments now come to us.

“Finished?” I said walking out of my own personal study where I now enjoy my own talented endeavors. I’ve just finished my second book, now working on the third.

“Just,” she said, smiling at me. “They’re dressed now, but I think they like the portrait,” she told me, smiling pleasantly. “And…how’s the book coming?” she asked curiously.

“Coming well. And speaking of which…you’ve got a little there on your shoulder,” I laughed.

Mila still sketches, still draws in the nude. She does her best work that way, always has. And occasionally of course, she gets involved in her work, just as I do. She laughed, reaching up, spearing the small ribbon of sperm that had obviously landed on her shoulder, smearing it further into her skin.

“Yeah, he was pretty wild and excited right there towards the end,” she grinned. “It was a fun one to watch. Though it’s only made me want to watch another one. You game?” She asked, reaching down to unzip my fly.

“You planning to paint this one too?” I asked. She’d already sketched countless ejaculations of mine as it was. I was almost embarrassed to say how many of these decorated a couple of rooms in our own home.

“Nope…this one I need to swallow,” she said, eying my now hard dick. As the young couple she’d just finished sketching finally emerged from her private studio, thanking her profusely again, carrying out their own little personal masterpiece as they passed by us. I had to chuckle, they didn’t even bat an eyelash as Mila knelt there in front of me, my dick in her mouth as she waved them goodbye.

“Come again…any time,” I told them both.

I knew I certainly would.