I made this erotic feel for it.

She smiled at that. “Well I hope then you’re nice and horny, because I’d really enjoy seeing that nice hard cock of yours squirt…a lot,” she informed me. “So…whatever I can do to help with that…just let me know.”

“Well, watching you doing that is helping a lot towards that,” I assured her. “But honestly?”

“Yeah?” She replied inquisitively, almost eager to hear.

“Having someone else get me off, I mean…besides myself, seems to always trigger a much, much bigger load.”

“I’ve noticed that…about most men,” she agreed. “So…would you like me to jerk you off instead of yourself then?”

“If you wouldn’t mind…” I smiled back, grinning then as she stood up, crossing the room and now sitting beside me, her small delicate hand wrapping itself around my fairly meaty cock.

“Don’t be afraid to tell me what you like the best,” she assured me. “Tell me what you want me to do, and how to do it, so that it feels the very best, and more importantly, so that it makes you come the hardest and biggest for me that you can.”

I actually enjoyed telling her what I liked and wanted her to do, which she then did. Though I also told her of course, it would also help a lot if she let me touch her a little too.

“Ok, I don’t really have a problem with you doing that, just so long as you know, I have no intention of having sexual intercourse, or oral sex with you…just now anyway. So mutual touching is fine…for now, if you’re ok with that.”

Needless to say…I was.

**

Five weeks went by. And though you couldn’t actually say we were dating or anything, especially since the only time I saw her was the night of our erotic arts class, it inevitably ended up with the two of us going back to her place. Where we continued our somewhat reserved routine of playing with one another until we had both orgasmed. It was our sixth session, and one in which had gotten a bit more elaborate, and erotic…though we’d been well-warned beforehand the previous week.

Rose had brought in another model, one who was equally open-minded, and certainly up for the challenge of more provocative and stimulating poses. One of which was having her kneeling over me, her mouth just millimeters away from my hard stiff cock. Twice, she had actually licked it, teasingly, once glancing over towards Mila as she sat only a few feet away, busily sketching, catching the quick fleeting lick of my cock, and smiling at me upon seeing it!

I had returned the favor somewhat, likewise posing in a hard to hold “69” position, not quite really doing anything, but so damn fucking close to doing it that I was literally leaking like a sieve, and so was she. I had almost absentmindedly snatched up a bit of the woman’s sweetness with my tongue as she hovered above me, a thin stream of her glistening female drool suddenly forming.

I watched it in abject fascination as it extended, lengthened…only millimeters away from my mouth. Seeing it, Mila came scrambling over, sitting inches away from us herself now, and began sketching that as furiously as she ever had before the string of girl cum finally parted, actually dripping down into my waiting open mouth.

“Alright class, that will be enough for tonight,” Rose stated only moments later, though she too had seemingly stood there mesmerized, watching this erotic unplanned spectacle. She had walked over at that point, looking over Mila’s shoulder at what she had drawn. “Now that…is as erotic as it cums…pun intended,” she added to that, blushing and giggling somewhat embarrassedly, yet obviously aroused.

As everyone began to leave, including my nude model companion, Mila cornered Rose briefly, asking if she could have a moment of privacy with her after everyone had left. Curious, I prepared to leave myself too, however, waiting outside for her, though she quickly motioned towards me, letting me know as she did that whatever it was she wanted to talk to Rose about, included me as well. Remaining as I was, though putting my robe on, I sat nearby in a chair as Rose quickly ushered out the remaining students, returning back over to where we sat waiting for her.

“You wanted to see me about something?” She asked.

“Actually, I have a bit of a favor to ask, and was wondering if you’d agree to do something for me…for us,” she now added, looking towards me, though I of course had no idea what it was she was talking about.

Rose looked at me, her face still a bit flushed, and then back to Mila again. “Perhaps, what is it?” She then asked, though I heard a nervous catch to her tone of voice upon saying that.

“This!” Mila said holding up the last sketch she’d just actually finished. It was stark in contrast, the details almost photogenic in nature. How she had captured it the way that she had was simply amazing. That cum-drool drip, parting even as she finished drawing it, the shape of my mouth and lips preparing to receive it, the subtle folds, intimate in every detail of the young woman’s gaping pussy hovering just above me. “This…is the moment before the moment,” she said speaking excitedly, even more so than normal for her when she was usually in the “zone” as I called it. “What I want now…is the exact moment of ecstasy!”

Rose looked at her, eyebrows arched in question. “I’m not sure I fully understand what it is you’re asking of me,” she stated.

“What I am asking is for the two of you to give me that moment of ecstasy. Yours…and his,” she spat, even more excited now. “I want to capture that penultimate moment in time!”

“I’m not even sure that’s actually possible…” Rose stammered once again looking towards me. I was only then starting to get a sense of what Mila was asking here, curiously aroused, yet humbly silent on the matter, wondering in fact if I was about to experience something incredibly magnificent here, knowing Mila.

“I’m asking…because I feel like you of all people know what I’m going for here,” Mila began once more, this time speaking in less animated tones, softer in speech, questioning, not quite pleading with our instructor. “No one ever needs to know,” she then offered as reassurance, hopefully. “But like I said, you Rose, of all people know what I’m capable of doing here, what I can do…but only with your help.”

Rose thought about it for a moment, suddenly checking her watch. “Ok, I can give you an hour, but no more than that. Will that be…sufficient?”

Mila’s eyes smiled in delightful surprise that Rose had actually agreed to this, though the specific details even then hadn’t as yet been fully discussed. “More than,” Mila said.

“So…what is it you want me…want us,” Rose said looking towards me once again, “to do?”

“What I want…is for the two of you, to pleasure one another to the fullest degree, no holding back. I want to capture each and every moment leading up to that. And then…though I’ll need you to prepare and forewarn me, I’ll want you to tell me when it is that you’re both actually going to climax. Yours…and his. I will only have moments I know. But I know that I can capture that instant in my mind, and then draw it. So…will the two of you do that for me? Please?”

“No holding back then right?” Rose asked, already beginning to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. You want to capture it all…from the beginning, to the end.”

“Yes,” Mila said, already laying out several pads, pencils and charcoal in preparation for that. “And don’t either of you worry about me, or where I am, or what I’m doing. I’ll most likely be walking around you both while you’re doing this anyway. All I ask…is that you both honestly do your level best to truly pleasure the other person. Will you both do that for me? Please?”

“You really want me to do this?” I finally spoke, needing to know that if I did this, I was indeed doing it for her, and not so much for myself, though admittedly, as Rose finally stood before me now, entirely naked, I was quite happy to accommodate her request to the best of my abilities.

“Yes, even to the point of fucking one another, if you want to. But only as long as you don’t actually come inside her. I need to see that. I need to witness it the very moment it begins to happen, for either one of you,” she further instructed us. “Beyond that…just enjoy yourselves as though I wasn’t even here.”

Obviously, this went well beyond anything I had done so far in class, much of which, up until now anyway, had been damn borderline. But now, Mila was asking for far more “explicit” material to work with, and with our very own instructor no less!

“No faces right?” Rose asked one last time, as she crawled up onto the cushioned pedestal I’d been posing on all night.

“Nothing recognizable, no,” Mila assured her. “I’m not really a portrait artist anyway, and that’s not what I’m shooting for here. What I want to capture is the purest form of sensuality and erotica imaginable.”

“Well in that case…come here Mike. Teacher needs to suck that magnificent cock of yours!”

Although it didn’t seem possible at first, I somehow managed to lose myself in the moment, forgetting all about Mila as she silently slithered about and around us. Only the occasional scratches of pencil on paper alerted us to her presence. Before long, Rose and I were about as involved as two lovers could be, pleasuring and teasing one another towards the pinnacle of climatic bliss.

Only when I actually entered her, finally fucking her, did I look up glancing about for Mila, though she had then moved further into the shadows. I could see her form, her own nude form as she stood there watching us, one hand actually down between her legs, but I could not see her face. I returned to Rose, fucking her deeply, thrusting harder and harder into her as she soon locked her legs around my ass, meeting my thrusts, crying out deliriously now.

“Oh god…ok, oh fuck….fuck, I’m going to…to…CUM!” She announced crying out as Mila seemingly appeared out of nowhere, hovering only inches away from us now, shoving me in fact out of the way. In disbelief, I saw her scramble between Rose’s outstretched legs, her own fingers taking over where my own cock had been only moments ago. The intensity of her face as she looked at Rose’s quivering cunt, her orgasm only then beginning to seize her soul. How she did it, how she managed it, I perhaps will never fully understand.

But Mila watched intently as Rose came, and then the moment her orgasm finally began to ebb, she once more spirited away, snatching up her pad and pencils. Within moments, she had captured perfectly the exact moment of Rose’s orgasmic pleasure. Her entire body writhing in ecstasy, her pussy lips captured in raw animal lust, the dew of her spending, the trace of the woman’s cream even then making an appearance. Somehow, almost magically, she had perfectly captured the entire moment.

And then it was my turn.

**

Even I had to admit, Rose knew how to give a great head. She didn’t just lick or suck my cock, she worshiped it, made love to it…to me. And all the while she knelt there doing that, Mila sketched, furiously, as though in an entirely different world. As fast as she’d finish one sketch, tearing it off the pad, tossing it onto the ground, she began another. Wordlessly, yet constantly moving, circling, getting different views and angles of the same ongoing thing…which for me was nothing short of a world-class blowjob.

Even Rose seemed reluctant to finally have to sit up, removing her mouth from me when I warned her…warned them both I was almost there.

“Maybe…next time,” she almost purred, letting me know in an instant she was more than game for doing this again sometime. Mila had heard her as well, already coming over so she could be close enough to watch me when I came.

“Maybe next time I’ll let you take him in your mouth, but only if you allow it to dribble out after that,” she told our instructor. “But right now…I need to see it shoot, see it squirt…see it the exact moment that it sprays up into the air!”

Rose continued to jack me off now. Already my balls are tight in anticipation of their release. This somewhat surreal conversation taking place between the two women, both of them expectantly waiting for me to come now, the two of them in fact erotically urging me on.

“Did you enjoy her sweet lips on your dick baby?” Mila asked, speaking far more intimately to me than she ever had, not once before ever calling me by that so personal or as affectionate of a name. “Did you like the way she sucked and licked that nice hard stiff dick of yours? Did it make you want to come? To squirt? To spray all that hot sweet naughty fuck juice for us?” She pressed.

“Yeah honey…do it for us,” Rose said, joining in, still jacking me, softly, almost too teasingly, though it was also just the way I liked it too, even without telling her that I did. Just this continuous steady, slow up and down stroking, one hand jacking, pulling, the other knobbing, caressing and teasing the head. “You gonna shoot hard? Big…for us?” She’d added, just as Mila was. Just as my balls seemed to breathe in…ready to implode.

“Oh…fuck!” Was all I managed…and then stars suddenly filled my head.

**

I’ll be the first one to admit. Drawing, capturing…an image of an actual “cum shot” didn’t seem to be all that awe inspiring, even though it sure as hell felt like it. But somehow, she managed it. I had indeed cum, a lot…and yes, it was an amazing sensation, an even more amazing spectacle perhaps too as I continued to erupt over and over again, more so than I had in a very, very long time. It was frankly…all over the place.

The moment I had quit spurting however, Mila moved off, snatching up her pads and began furiously sketching, as though reliving the moment for me, all over again. When she had finished, actually looking exhausted herself, spent…as though having climaxed as well, only then did she show Rose and I what she had in fact captured on paper.

It was almost magical. How anyone could have done what she did…especially with it being the actual moment of ejaculation itself, and then several repeated others…well, it was actually surreal, almost dreamlike in a way, the way she had done it. Even Rose sat there, almost stupefied, thumbing through page after page, after page of almost near perfect, life-like drawings.

“Mila…” Rose spoke, her voice obviously quivering with emotion and excitement. “I honestly have to say, this is some of the most amazing, incredible work I’ve ever seen anyone do…including you. This is without a doubt, your very best work,” she looked up, blushing, even laughing just a bit. “I don’t know that there’s someone who would be bold enough to display this, to show this…but if you’ll let me, I’d like to start asking around. You’ve got real talent here Mila, even if it’s fairly explicit, as these are…in nature. But just the same, these are too good to simply tuck away in some dark corner and forget about.”

“I’m not ready for that yet,” Mila said, taking them all back from her. “Maybe one day…but not yet. Not until I know, and I’m sure this truly is the very best I can do.”

Rose actually looked slightly disappointed upon hearing that as we all three…collected ourselves and finally left together.

“Anytime you…ah…need to practice like that again, I’m in,” Rose said, kissing us both on the cheek goodnight, and then heading off towards her car.

I walked Mila home again, though after what we’d just been through I figured things were pretty much done for the evening. Thus, I was surprised when she turned to me at her door, once more inviting me in. Though it was the way she stated it, that let me know otherwise.

“I need you to fuck me,” she said, and then turned unlocking her door…I followed her in with a smile on my face.

**

It was the first time I had ever spent the entire night with her, waking up next to her in bed, the memory of the incredible night of passionate love-making, still clearly etched inside my head, my own private little canvas of erotic art. We had barely gotten much sleep, though it was already well into the morning as she stirred finally waking up, smiling at me.

“I love you,” she said. “I didn’t mean to fall in love with you…but I did. So…I love you, take it for what it’s worth.”

“I love you too,” I told her, meaning every word of it, surprised that she had actually said it first, and had meant it when saying it. If you had come to know Mila as I did, she didn’t say anything she didn’t mean or feel…or believe in.

“I know. I’ve known it from the first time we met, even if you didn’t then, I knew eventually you would. That’s what makes what I need to tell you next, so hard.”

I felt like I’d been kissed…and then slapped. The look on her face was suddenly serious. “I know you love me, and I know I love you. But I think we’re both going to have to try and un-love one another.”

“Ok, you want to run that one by me again? You love me? And you know now that I honestly love you too? But…”

“But, yes…we can’t. It won’t work, I know for a fact that it won’t, because I can’t be…the woman, the wife, the person that you will want me to be. That’s just the way it is Mike. I know myself, and I know that there are things about me, I can never change. Things I don’t want to change, and won’t change. And in time…because of that, you’ll either come to hate me, resent me, or be disgusted with me. That’s why I think it would be better to end this now, before it gets any worse than it already is.”