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e-mail address. (Yes, I know my grammar isn't perfect.
I mean, who cares about grammar. It's a stroke story
for god's sake.)

WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women. No
dogs, donkeys or vegetables were harmed in the
production of this story. Some of the participants in
the story are under the age of 18. If you live in a
backward society, like the United States or
Afghanistan, in which it is illegal for you to know
about sex or read sexual materials immediately delete
this from your computer and scourge yourself with a
whip for having any sexual thoughts. If you are under
the age of 18 please continue to pretend you don't
know about sex and continue to get each other pregnant
in increasing numbers so that we have more young
single mothers raising children. Don't learn about
safe sex or contraception as these are tools of the
devil. Please do not masturbate while reading this
story in public places as this can excite the
authorities into rash conduct and result in grave
consequences for you.

                  
                    The Model


It was a beautiful spring afternoon. I was sitting in
my front yard enjoying the balmy day. I don't work
anymore so I have plenty of time to just enjoy life. I
made money in the dot.com run up and bailed at the top
of the market. The guy I had started the business with
had decided to stay and become the next Bill Gates.
When I left and converted all that stock into real
money he had laughed at me. Well, I'm sitting in my
yard living off the interest and he's looking for a
job with about 15 million shares of worthless stock in
his pockets.

I saw a young girl, maybe sixteen, walking down the
sidewalk. I'm only two blocks from the high school so
I see lots of kids walk by. She was quite attractive.
Long straight brunette hair, wearing a striped knit
shirt that clung to her shapely body and highlighted
her nice b cup tits and tight low rider jeans. She
walked up studiously ignoring me. You know the teenage
thing, yes I know you are looking but I'm going to
pretend I don't even know you're there.

As she walked by I had a hankering to paint her.
That's what I had retired to do. I specialize in
painting 'figure studies.' In other words, naked
women. It's a tough life... She would be a great model.
I already saw her in the pose I wanted.

So I called out, "Excuse me..." Her head turned and
seemed to shout, you talking to me? "Yeah. Come here
for a sec." She paused now completely at a loss. Her
pretended self assurance vanished. She looked a little
frightened. So I called out "Have you ever posed?"

Now she was intrigued. "You mean for pictures?"

"No paintings. Come here. Let's talk." I think the
idea of being painted broke thorough the reserve. She
came over to where I was sitting on the lawn. I had my
sketchbook with me and had been drawing some trees.
She looked down and saw that I really was drawing. I'm
not a bad draftsman.

"Those aren't bad."

"Thanks, I think," I said.

"What did you mean, have I posed?"

I pointed at the ground, "Have a seat." She looked
around and then sat down making sure she wasn't too
close. "Just what I meant, have you ever sat for a
painting?"

"No. I don't even know any painters."

"Well, you do now. Would you like to pose?"

"Why do you want to paint me?" she asked with a hint
of suspicion.

"The usual reason. To sell the painting. If you mean
why you? Also the usual reason, you are beautiful."

"No I'm not. Why are you saying that?"

I don't understand it but women never believe they are
beautiful. "Look," I said. "Beauty is my profession.
That's what I do, record beauty in paint. You are
beautiful and I would like to preserve that forever in
a painting." Bingo. She believed I was serious. Of
course, I was. I definitely would like to see her with
no clothes.

"What would I have to do?" 

"It's easy. I need a model release and then you just
have to agree to come by and sit still until the
painting is done. You could come by after school for
an hour or so every day. I work pretty fast. It won't
take long."

She weighed her decision. I could tell she was
intrigued by the idea. "Ok."

"Let me get the release." I was back in seconds. I
handed her the standard release. Basically it gives
all rights of any images to the artist. There was a
place for the model's signature and a line for parent
for anyone under eighteen. She looked at that part.

"Do I have to get this signed?"

"Only if you are under eighteen."

"Who has to sign it?"

"I just need a signature there," I said looking at
her. She got the drift. "Just it bring it with you
tomorrow and we can get started."


At 2:30 the next day the bell rang. It was her. I
invited her in and she handed me the release. Two
signatures. Her name was Ashley. I wondered which of
her friends had signed the parent line. Not my
problem. I had the release.

I took her back to my studio. I had knocked out a wall
and joined two rooms. One corner was set up for the
model and the rest was a jumble of supplies, props,
and paintings in various states of completion. Almost
all were of nude women. She wandered around looking at
the paintings.

"Are these the ones you paint?"

"Yeah. These are mine." I showed her a few completed
ones. I always try for an understated eroticism. You
know, the middle class wants erotic but they want to
pretend it isn't.

I could tell she was having second thoughts. "Ashley.
You can trust me. You want the names of these models?
You can call them if you want."

"I didn't know it was naked."

"Not naked. Playboy is naked. Nude. Paintings are
nudes. It's a lot more high class."

She laughed. "So I won't be naked. I'll be nude," she
said with all the emphasis on the nude.

I laughed too. "Exactly. It's not nice to be naked.
But nude is ok."

"What do I do?"

I pointed at a little bath connected to the studio.
"There's a robe in there. Change into it. We can start
with the robe on until you feel more comfortable." She
emerged a few minutes later holding the robe tightly.
I had her get on the platform. I started drawing her
in various poses trying to get her comfortable with
the process. The robe made it difficult to get a
feeling for her body but I did some ok prelims. 

Near the end she said, "You don't even seem to be
looking at me. It's almost like I'm not here."

I laughed. "I know. That's why models don't mind
posing. When an artist is working he doesn't see a
naked woman. He has to see shapes, and light and dark
and colors. He's thinking, how much Vermilion should I
use? How much shadow should I put under there? I bet
you thought this would be racy or something?" She
nodded her head. "Thought so. It's not."

"So I can take off the robe and it still will be like
this?"

"Yep." She paused and then dropped the robe. Damn she
was beautiful. Ok, maybe it wasn't completely true
what I said. A beautiful naked woman is a sight to
behold. I grabbed my pencil and did some more drawings
pretending not to notice she was naked.

At the end of the hour I said, "That's enough for
today. Why don't you get dressed." And turned my back
to put away the materials. When I turned back she was
behind the closed door. 

When she emerged she asked, "You didn't paint me. When
will you paint me?"

"We have to find the right pose. I'll know it when I
see it. There is one best pose for each model that
brings out not only the physical part of her beauty
but the inside as well." I grabbed a painting I had
done. It was the best one I had ever painted. You
could see her personality as well. She was daring the
viewer to admire her. People couldn't take their eyes
away from that challenge. Ashley looked at the
painting for a while. "See what I mean?"

"Can you paint me like that?"

"Maybe. We have to find which pose is right for you.
See you tomorrow."


The next day she came in, changed and dropped the robe
right away. I knew what I wanted. Innocence and lust
combined. Awakening desire. I found the pose and then
had her think about her first kiss. It was almost
right. I asked her about her dreams, not in detail to
me but just think about them. She found the one I was
looking for.

"Hold that pose and that thought."

I rapidly drew in the outlines. I got the expression
down in charcoal and started to paint in large blocks
of color. The work went quickly and well. I almost
didn't notice it was time to quit.

Over the next week the painting took shape. It was
going to be good. I was really happy. The next week as
I was painting Ashley asked me, "Do you know what I'm
thinking?"

"What? Uh No."

"I thought you could tell."

"No. I can't see your thoughts just the expression
they create. For all I know you could be thinking
about ice cream."

She giggled, "Ice cream? Seriously. Guess what I'm
thinking."

"Ok. I think you are thinking about a man."

"Who?"

"I don't know."

"What am I thinking about the man?" She had a
mischievous look on her face.

"He's kissing you."

"What else?" She was into this. There was a look on
her face daring me to say it.

"He is loving you."

"You haven't guessed the man yet. If I tell you the
man, what will you do?"

The air had suddenly become sultry. Something hung in
the air. I took a chance. "Whatever you want me too."
It was the right answer.

"You are the man. I've been thinking about you. I
picture you without your clothes. That's the
expression you like when I see you nude." I just
looked at her. Oh Lord, I didn't know what to say.
"Now keep your promise."

"Uh?" I said brilliantly.

"Whatever I want, you said. I want to see you without
clothes too. I want you to paint me without your
clothes on." She walked over to my easel and waited. I
stood and slowly removed my clothes. As the last
clothes dropped to the floor she went back to the
platform. "Now we're equal."

She resumed her pose. "C'mon. Paint me." Quite
uncomfortable I picked up the brush and started to
paint. "Do you want me to tell you what I'm thinking
when I pose?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I think about you. But when I'm thinking your thing
is big. I watch as it gets big. It gets me excited
watching. And then you touch it and I get to watch as
you touch it. Last year before my older brother left
for college I watched him touch himself one time. He
left the door to his room ajar when everybody was
away. I came home from school early. He was lying on
his bed with his eyes closed touching himself. Pretty
soon he was stroking it so fast and then he moaned and
his stuff came shooting out and all over his belly. I
was scared he was going to see me so I ran downstairs
and slammed the door like I'd just got home. By the
time I came upstairs he had locked himself in the
bathroom."

During her story blood had rushed to my cock. It was
standing erect. She looked over at it hungrily. I
asked her, "Did you want to touch your brother's
thing?"

"Yes," she answered. "But how could I tell my brother
I wanted to watch again and touch it too."

"Do you want to touch mine?" I held my breath praying
she would say yes.

She looked at my cock standing at attention and then
in my eyes. "I've never touched on before. Can I?"

I walked over to the platform and stood with my prick
pointing straight at her. She reached out, paused with
her hand inches away and then wrapped her hand around
my cock. Oh God, my knees nearly buckled with the pent
up desire I was feeling. "It feels nice," she said.
"It's hard but soft." She stroked my cock. "Look how
it moves. Does that feel good? Will you shoot stuff
out like my brother?"

"Oh God, yes, that feels good. Do you want me to
shoot? I could touch you while you touch me and we
could cum together. Would you like that?"

"Maybe."

I lay down on the platform with her. She looked
nervous. She had started this but was now having
second thoughts. But her hand never left my cock. I
reached out and ran my fingers around her tits and
then her nipples.  They sprang to attention. I traced
my fingers down her belly and through her pubic hair.
I found the top of her slit and slowly stroked her
labia. I squeezed then together trapping her clit
between them. She closed her eyes and let her head
fall back. A small moan from deep in her throat
floated in the air. She had been holding her thighs
tightly together. As the pleasurable sensations
coursed through her young pussy her muscles relaxed.
Her thighs parted and I ran my finger down her slit.
She was wet already. I dipped my fingers in the musky
juices and spread it around. Teasing her inner pussy
lips while rubbing her clit with my palm I sucked her
tit into my mouth.

"Ohh, yes," Ashley moaned. "Um, that feels good. Kiss
my other one." I sucked her other tit and licked her
nipple. Her distended nipples were hard. More juices
flowed from her pussy and filled the air with the
musky scent of aroused woman.

This had all happened so fast I hadn't had time to
really think about it. But then it occurred to me. She
said she had never touched a cock before. This must be
her first time doing any of this. She must be a
virgin. Nobody has touched this pussy, or eaten it or
fucked it. The thought energized my libido. I wanted
to be the first. I had to. 

I looked down at my hand buried in her pussy and
overcome with desire I bent down until my face was
level with her pussy. She had a beautiful pussy. Her
clit was engorged with blood and stood out. Her lips
were reddened and glistening with her juices. I had
to. My tongue lapped at her clit.

"Oh God," Ashley cried out. "Do it. Do me." I grabbed
her thighs and buried my face in her pussy. Lapping
the length of her pussy I tasted her sweet nectar. Her
pussy juices flowed copiously and coated my face. I
sucked her clit and flicked the end with my tongue.
Ashley's hips bounced when I flicked across her clit.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted.

Her eyes were shut and her head twisted back and forth
as her breath came in ragged gasps. "Yes... Oh Yes... Uhh...
Yes..."

Her pussy juices were flowing abundantly coating my
face and soaking into my beard. I knew I'd smell like
pussy for days. I liked the thought. I concentrated on
her clit, sucking and licking while my lips massaged
its base. Ashley's legs wrapped around my back and her
hands intertwined in my hair and pulled my face
against her cunt. Her back arched up and then back as
she pushed her pussy into my face. I knew she was
getting close to cumming so I slowed my strokes and
started teasing around her clit.

"Oh God, " she cried out. "Don't stop... Don't..." I
flicked her clit a few more times and then teased some
more. She was desperate now. Her legs pulled against
me trying to increase the pressure on her pussy. Her
hands pulled on my hair. She needed to cum. Her sexual
lust needed to be sated. She was ready. 

I moved up between her legs and over her body until my
hard bone was pointing straight at her virgin pussy.
Her eyes were still closed and her legs wrapped around
me pulling against me. I moved my hips down until the
helmet of my rod pressed into her gash and moved it
over her clit. "Yes," she moaned and humped up to meet
my cock. I made small fucking motions rubbing her
clit. She matched me. My cock was lubricated from her
flowing juices. I let it slid down between her pussy
lips until I felt it slide into her waiting cavern. 

I pushed forward until it met resistance. Ashley's
eyes flew open. She knew she was about to get fucked.
I pushed hard and felt her maidenhead rip asunder as
my cock plowed through her tight pussy channel and I
bottomed out my cock mashing her clit. "Ohhhh..." she
screamed. "Stop. It hurts." I stopped for a second and
then made small round movements so her clit was
getting excited. The pain passed quickly and was
replaced by the pleasure vibrations from her clit and
pussy. "Ummm. It's so big. God, it's filling me up."
She was humping her hips again from the pleasure.
"Hmm. It feels good. It feels so good. Oh God yes. Do
me. I want you to do me."

I pulled out until only half my cock was in and pushed
back. A small mewling sound came from her throat and
she threw her hand around my neck. I set up a strong
fucking motion alternating long slow deep thrusts with
sort quick ones. "Oh God Ashley," I said. "You are so
fucking tight. I love fucking you."

She looked into my eyes. "Oh God. I'm doing it. I'm
fucking. It's so good. Yes. Fuck me." I knew she
wasn't going to last long as she was right on the
brink from the cunnilingus. Her fingers dug into my
neck and her heels were digging into my ass. She met
every thrust and mashed her cunt against my pole. I
felt that familiar tingly sensation in my balls, that
familiar 'I'm cumming soon' throbbing. I knew I could
cum in a second if I let go but held back to wait for
her. I wanted to fill her pussy with my cum while she
was cumming. I didn't have to wait long.

Her body stiffened and she let out a yell,
"Ohhhhhhhh.... Gooddddd...." I felt the ripple of her
pussy contracting around my cock. The intense pleasure
of those ripples caused the cum to blast from my balls
and explode deep in her pussy.

"I'm cumming. Ashley, I'm cumming in your pussy. Take
my cum." I pounded her as I spent my load. 

"Oh Yes," she screamed. "Me too. I'm cumming. Uh, uh,
uh, Yes. Oh God! I feel it. You are filling me."

My cum was whipped frothy by our wild coupling and
gushed from her pussy to run down the crack of her ass
and puddle on the cloth under her. The last few
contractions of my balls dribbled the last drops of my
cum and I stopped buried up to the hilt in her still
spasming pussy. The spasms died away and Ashley's
hands fell away from my neck and her legs splayed wide
as she collapsed in post-orgasmic ecstasy. I was still
holding my upper body off her but was ready to
collapse so I pulled my cock from her greasy pussy and
fell at her side. The cum ran out of her pussy mixed
with a bit of red blood from her deflowering.

Her eyes opened and she turned and kissed me. "Thank
you. I didn't know it would feel so good."

"Oh baby. It was you. It never felt so good for me
either. God it was beautiful."

Ashley smiled and kissed me. "Can we do it again
sometime?"

Can we do it again she asks? I'd give my left ball for
another chance at her tight fresh pussy. "Oh yes.
Sweetheart, we can do it anytime you want."

"We need to get pills or something," she said with
fresh concern. She hadn't thought about that.

"No we don't. I had a vasectomy when I was married.
You won't get pregnant."

"Oh wonderful. We can do it anytime and not worry."

"Yes. Everyday if you want."


I never made a more prophetic statement. Every
afternoon Ashley and I would explore the worlds of
sexual abandon. I taught her how to suck cock. We
tried half the positions in The Joy of Sex. I wasn't
getting much painting done but I could live with that.

Two weeks later after a bout of wild sex we lay
recovering when she said, "My Mom wants to watch you
paint me."

"WHAT?"

"Yeah. I think she's getting suspicious. She keeps
bugging me about being late from school so I had to
tell her you were painting me every afternoon." Oh No,
I'm thinking. This could be big trouble. "I told her I
didn't want to have her watch. She said she's going to
call you. Don't let her see the painting. I'm afraid
she won't let me come back."

My mind was going a million miles a second and there
were no good answers. "Ok," I said. "I'll see what I
can do."

The next morning I got a call from Ashley's mom. She
wanted to see my studio. She made it clear she didn't
really think I was a painter but was probably just
some letch. I invited her over. 

I put out some munchies and a glass of wine. Maybe I
could get the battle-ax in a good mood. Worth a try.
When the doorbell rang and I answered I was shocked.
Her was a grown up version of Ashley. Ashley could be
her in ten years. But she had to twenty years older.
She was hot.

I invited her in and offered the lunch. "Trying to
butter me up?" she asked.

What the heck I thought. "Yes."

She threw back her head and laughed. "Thank you for
being honest. Maybe you are ok." She looked around and
took a sip of wine. "Ok let me see the painting."

"Mrs. Uh..."

"Call me Stacy."

"Stacy, Ashley asked me not to show you the painting.
She is quite sensitive about it. Women never think
they are beautiful even when they are. I've never
understood it but I do see it a lot."

"Well, if I can't see the painting how do I know
you're really a painter and not some pervert?"

"One doesn't exclude the other, but as for painter,
follow me." I led her into my studio and let her walk
around.

"You really are a painter. Not a bad one either."

"Thank you," I said with a small bow.

"Shouldn't you get a release from your models?"

"I always do."

"You didn't get one from Ashley."

"Oh yes I did." I pulled open the file drawer and
found the form. Handing it to Stacy, "Here."

She looked at it. "That's my name but not my
signature. Hmm. Looks like Ashley pulled a fast one."

"God damn it. And I'm not done either. You're not
lying to me are you?"

"No. That isn't my signature. And you can't finish the
painting without it, can you?"

"Nope. It's only half-complete. I couldn't finish it
from memory and do a good job. I'm sunk since she's
not eighteen."

Stacy looked at me with a funny look in her eyes. "It
looks like most of the paintings you do are nudes.
Make you a deal."

"What?"

"I'll sign this release so it's all legal if you do a
painting of me." 

That didn't take any thought although I pretended to
think it over. "It's a deal. When do you want to
start?"

"Why not now?" She signed Ashley's release and a blank
one I gave her for her picture and handed it back. I
filed them away and turned around. She was
half-undressed and as I watched she peeled her pants
and panties off and stepped on the platform. "How do
you want me?" she said with a hint of suggestion in
her voice.

I grabbed a canvas and put it on the easel. She
already had the pose. Her whole demeanor said
sensuality and seduction.  Just looking at her caused
my rod to go stiff. She noticed. "You can't paint like
that," pointing at the tent in my pants. "You'll have
to take those off."

I accepted her suggestion and skinned out of my
clothes. I tried to put something on the canvas but it
was impossible. Luckily she had other things in mind.

"Come here," she said huskily. I walked over my cock
bouncing with each step. "You have a very nice cock. I
bet it would feel very good."

Well, maybe there had been some doubt before but now
it was obvious that she wasn't here for painting. "Lay
down. I want to pose you horizontal."

"Pose me?"

"Yes." 

She lay on the cushions and spread her legs giving me
a view of her womanly charms. "Like this?" she asked
as her hand started running up her slit. I joined her
on the platform and before I knew what was happening
she had me in a lip lock. Her tongue was going wild in
my mouth. I just hung on and tried to keep up. Jesus,
I thought. I know where Ashley gets it. No wonder
she's so hot. It must run in the genes.

Stacey's hand wrapped around my cock. "Hmmm. You have
a very hard cock."

"You made it that way. My God you are beautiful."

"As beautiful as Ashley?"

I paused. "When you took off your clothes I had the
thought that Ashley and you could be the same person,
just ten years different."

"Ten years? My you are trying to butter me up."

"No. That is my honest artist's impression. That is
what I thought." Pointing at my cock I said, "And that
supports my impression. You are beautiful."

Her hand started squeezing my cock. "I want it. I want
all of it."

"You are going to get it, but first..." I lowered my
head and took her nipple in my mouth. I laved it with
my tongue. Stacy moaned as I ministered to her
hardening nipple. She let her head fall back but
continued stroking my rod. I switched to her other tit
and repeated the treatment. Now both nipples were
crinkled and hard. Her aureoles turned a deep shade of
red, as they became blood engorged.

I smelled her musky scent and it drove me crazy. Her
pheromones raised my blood pressure and desire. I
licked down across her belly and made a slick trail
through her hair. At the top of her cleft I paused.
Her hands went to my head and pushed but I resisted
teasing her. "Oh Damn," she moaned. "Eat me. Please
eat me." She was ready. I lapped from the bottom of
slit to the top and back. Her large outer lips parted
as she spread her legs wide. I buried my tongue in her
hole and felt the burst of her wetness. She was
pulling my face tight against her pussy. I lapped up
to her distended clit. It poked out from its
protective hood. I licked around it without touching
it. Her hips humped up seeking to rub her clit against
the pleasure giving lingual contact. I moved away and
down to her gash. Lapping her inner labia I touched my
finger to her vagina. Wetting my digit first, I pushed
it up her tight pussy. I felt the spongy bump that was
her G spot and rubbed my finger over it.

"Jesus," she moaned. "Yes, yes, yes." At that sound I
sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked across the
nubbin with my extended tongue. Her hips bounced off
the platform and I had to hang on to her bucking hips
for dear life. She was close. I wanted to feel her cum
with my cock. I raised up... "Noooo, don't stop..." she
moaned. But I moved quickly until my cock was lined up
with the opening of her cunt. I moved the head around
until it was coated with her lubricant and her
movements matched mine. She wanted it. She needed it.
I pushed forward and she matched me. I slid down into
her inviting warm vagina until I was enclosed by her
tightly grasping lips. 

"Oh, baby. You are so big. Hard. I want it in me
hard." I pulled out till just the head was inside and
then I jammed my cock down into her frothy pussy as
hard as I could. Our bellies slapped together in a
loud, lewd splatting sound. "Yes," she screamed. She
was urging me on digging in with her fingers to my
asscheeks and pulling me even harder.

I knew I wasn't going to last long as her tight hot
pussy rippled around my cock. Man, what a talented
pussy this woman had. It's a good thing I have her
turned on, I thought, because I am ready to cum now.
My cock pistoned into her like a jackhammer and she
met every stroke just as hard. 

"Yes," she screamed. "Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me
harder." I was sweating with the exertions as I tried
to fuck her as hard as she wanted. What a fucking
machine. The cum was boiling in my balls and I
couldn't contain it.

"I'm coming," I grimaced trying to hold back one more
stroke... My balls exploded and a river of cum burst
through the dam and poured into the depths of her
pussy. Stroke after stroke I poured my cum into her
until the well ran dry. The spasms continued in my
cock even though I was completely dry. It was the most
explosive orgasm I had ever experienced.

As the first of my cum exploded in her, Stacy felt her
own cum overtake her. She felt the ripples in her
pussy as my cum filled her hole. She arched her back
pushing her clit against my hard cock and felt her own
orgasm flood her body. The heat flush spread across
her chest and burst in her mind. "Yesssss..." she
screamed and through her hips against me.
"Cummiinnngggg..."

I fell exhausted trying to catch my breath. Her pussy
continued to milk my empty cock as our breathing
slowed and returned slowly to normal. Her hands
caressed my back.

"MOM!"

We both looked toward the door. Ashley stood there
with her hands on her hips and a furious expression on
her face. Stacey tossed me on the floor and tried to
cover up with the robe. I sat on the floor stunned and
unable to move while my wet dick shriveled up.

"Ashley, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing? What are you doing?" Ashley asked.

"Nothing..."

"It looks like you were fucking my boyfriend."

"No, it isn't what you think... Ashley, don't use
language like that... What do you mean boyfriend?
Ashley, are you having sex?" Stacy looked at me. "You
are in big trouble."

"Mom. He's in big trouble? Who are you going to tell?
Dad? How are you going to explain this to Dad?" Stacy
looked like deer in the headlights waiting for the
doom speeding toward her. "I think you are the one in
big trouble."

"Ashley, it isn't what you think."

"Mom, I was standing here. You want me to quote you?"
In a mimicking tone, "Hard. I want it hard."

"Oh Jesus Ashley. Please understand. It's not exactly
like that. I can explain it to you. But you need to
promise not to tell anyone," Stacy pleaded with her
voice and eyes.

Ashley's voice had lost its anger. She looked at her
mom and then at me. I smiled at her. "You are in
trouble too. Seducing my mom."

"Ashley, if you were here you know who did the
seducing."

"I knew it. Mom, I think that's low. Stealing your
daughter's boyfriend."

Now Stacy stared daggers at me. "You are too young to
have a boyfriend, especially one this old. If your
father ever found out, he'd lock your in a convent.
How was I supposed to know that this molester was your
boyfriend?"

I wasn't making out very well on this deal. On one
side I'm a molester. On the other, I'm a dirty
mother-fucking scoundrel. Looks like trouble in River
City.

"Well, we both have something we need to keep secret.
If I tell Dad about you he locks me in a convent. If
you tell Dad about me, he divorces you. Ok Mom. I'll
make you a deal. You don't say anything and I won't.
Well?"

Stacy looked at her daughter. "But Ashley, I'm
supposed to protect you, not let you get hurt."

"Mom, believe me, it doesn't hurt. From the sounds you
were making I don't think you hurt either." Stacy
blushed. "Mom. He makes me feel wonderful. There's
nothing wrong with that is there?"

Stacy looked at me then Ashley, "Not easy for me to
get self righteous now. Yes, I like to feel good
sometimes too as you have found out. I hate to give
him back to you because he did make me feel good." She
smiled and shook her head. "Ok. You can have your
boyfriend and I won't say anything."

"Mom. You don't have to give him up completely. I'm
sure he'd like to paint both of us. God wouldn't that
be something. A nude painting of both of us." She
stripped out of her dress while Stacy's mouth hung
open. Ashley walked across to me and said, "I think
you should do both of us." 

She pushed me back and straddled my face. "Lick me."
What choice did I have? I started licking her
beautiful pussy. "Mom. Get him hard for me please."
Stacy sat in shock as she watched her daughter getting
her pussy lapped. She shook her head no. "Mom, Please.
I need it. Please get him hard for me." 

The air was getting thick with sensuality and watching
the lewd sex act was getting to Stacy. She felt the
warmth in her loins. Her mind screamed, No. I can't be
getting turned on watching my own daughter. That's
depraved. But she was, and more so with every lewd
slurping sound she heard. Part of her mind resisted
but the part of her mind connected to her genitals was
going into overdrive. Already sensitized to the erotic
by our frenzied love making watching the scene
unfolding in front of her kicked her passionate
impulses back into high gear. The rational part
realized it was her daughter. The sensual part of her
mind only saw a woman and a man engaged in the
incredibly erotic scene before her eyes. Her body
betrayed her and she felt her legs move under her. She
came closer and knelt between my legs. My cock was
still slimy with the cum from our furious sex session.
She reached out and pulled my semi flaccid cock up. 

"Do it Mom. Do it."

Stacy leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth.
Heaven. A young pussy in my face and a blowjob. My
cock recovered its vigor and grew hard from her
ministrations. Her head bobbed on my cock until it was
full staff. She let it pop from her mouth.

"Perfect Mom." Ashley hopped off my face and holding
my cock sat on it. "Oh God, yes." She moaned as it
slowly sank into her pussy. "He is filling me up. Oh
yes. All the way." She bottomed out with my cock
completely buried in her tight little cunt. Ashley
started a slow movement rubbing her clit against my
pole. She looked up at Stacy. "His face is free."

Again Stacy shook her head and again the lust built in
her as she watched the lewd coupling. Her hand worked
its way between her legs without her consent. 

"Mom, don't play with yourself when he'll suck you." 

Stacy jerked her hand away and then overcome by
passion welling in her mind she flung herself down and
covered my face with her dank aroused pussy. I pulled
her lips apart and buried my tongue in her pussy.
Lapping the length of her slit I tasted her sweet cum
flooding from her snatch.

"Oh God, that feels so good. Lick my pussy you child
molesting pervert. Yes. Like that. Ummm," Stacy called
out.

Ashley was now bouncing on my cock driving it the full
length of her pussy channel. "Oh Mom. God I like
watching you get fucked."

"Oh baby. This is so depraved. I shouldn't be doing
this. But it feels so good." Seeing Ashley furiously
fucking Stacy realized her little girl was a fully
sexual woman. The sight burned her mind and she
stopped seeing her baby and instead saw the lusty
woman she was getting a royal fucking. Combined with
the delicious pleasure of getting her clit munched
blew out her repressed circuits. Lust swelled in her.
She started hunching her pussy against my face. "Oh
God Ashley. It is good. Ashley, fuck him. Fuck him
hard. Make yourself cum baby. I want to watch you
cum."

Hearing the lewd words from her Mother was enough to
cause her to go over the brink. She felt to
contractions deep in her pussy. "OH GOD! I'm cumming...
Yes, yes, yes." She moaned as she humped furiously
grinding her clit into the base of my cock.

Feeling the hard spasms of her pussy around my cock
was too much and the cum boiled up from my balls. My
face was stuffed in Stacy's pussy and I screamed
around her clit. The sound was muffled but vibrated
her clit even more. As my cock continued emptying
itself in Ashley's tight pussy Stacy flooded my face. 

"Oh Shit. Yes, I'm cumming. Fuck, cumming..." Stacy
screamed as she rubbed her pussy all over my face. I
hung on for dear life as the last of my cum trickled
into Ashley's pussy. Her orgasm waned and she fell
forward her face only inches from her mother's wild
careening pussy. "Cumming... Oh... oh..." Stacy lost steam
as her orgasm passed. As she slowed and stopped
arching her back I gave her clit one last lick. She
sat still holding herself up with her hands on my
chest until she opened her eyes. 

Ashley had watched the scene from inches away. "God
Mom. That was incredible. I could see you cumming."

"Mmm, yes. Did you like watching?"

"Oh yes. It was almost as good as doing it myself.
Next time you get to watch me cum on his face," Ashley
said.

Stacy paused, "Next time?"

"Yes, next time. I love you Mom and I want to share
with you. Just leave some for me," she said with an
impish grin.

"I promise dear." Stacy said and hugged her daughter.

And that's what happened. Ashley would come by after
school. Stacy would stop by once or twice a week when
she was feeling a little randy. Some days she would be
gone before Ashley showed up. But some days I would
have two beautiful women both 'posing' for me. Four
paintings are complete and I'm working on the fifth.

Like I said, it's a tough life.


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