The Art and Science of Love
10
Girl-Cock
WE’D ALL HAD a little chuckle over Kelly’s statement but in the wake of it, everyone got shy. Kelly let go of Rita’s hand. I stood up and went for a fresh bottle of wine. Once everyone’s glass was filled again, we sat staring at each other.
“Well, shall we go look at the result of the experiment and judge whether it was an artistic success as well as a social success?” I asked. “I admit, after my last failed attempt, I’m anxious to have your opinion of this one.”
“I’m sorry I was so huffy about the other one,” Rita said. “It was so hard to look at that painting and think you saw me like that.”
“It was an artistic failure as well as a personal one,” I said. “The whole piece looked like I was copying someone else. It was mechanical and had no depth of feeling. I should have known better, but was too buoyed up by my success with the first painting.”
We headed into the studio where I directed them first to the painting of Allison. I’d decided to call it Pain is Pleasure. Kelly hadn’t seen it yet, so I wanted to prepare her for the kind of painting I was doing now. I was not yet sure what I’d call the painting of Kelly.
“That is hot!” she said. “I mean, not only the flaming hell that surrounds her, but the passion she shows. She ignites the painting with the torment in her soul.” I was impressed. I had no idea what Kelly’s experience with art was, but that she went directly for the emotional impact rather than style or technique was definitely a point in her favor.
“The rawness of the emotion… The exposed nerve endings… That was what I was hoping our experiment would reveal,” Rita said. “There’s also a sense of loss of control. Doc can paint a technically perfect portrait, but you can see the control in every brushstroke. You know, even when you were ‘teaching’ me how to be seductive, it was you who seduced me. You controlled the entire scenario.”
“I’m sorry about that,” I said. “I guess I did get a little carried away.”
“Don’t be sorry! It was a wonderful introduction to the art of love. I haven’t regretted a moment of it since that night.”
“Ah. But we’re scientists,” Kelly said. “We want to see the results of our experiment.” I moved them over to where they could see the fresh easel and pulled the cover off the painting. “It’s me! I’m beautiful!”
A quick shift of position had Kelly sandwiched between Rita and me as we hugged her. She was transfixed, just staring at the picture.
“I love the way the light and color just emerge from the darkness,” Rita said. “You couldn’t see any of that but still it came out in your painting.”
“And the figures… I mean you can tell they are having sex but you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. It’s like one is rising from the other. Kind of an out of body experience,” Kelly said. “In a way that’s exactly what it felt like to me. I was having an out of body episode.”
“Good title for it,” I said.
The hug turned into a kiss as Rita leaned in toward me, I leaned into Kelly, and Kelly leaned into Rita. After a moment of sorting out our noses, our lips and tongues each found two others to join with. In a few minutes there was no doubt left as to where the evening was going. We adjourned from the studio and landed hard on my bed as every person’s hands were full of another person’s clothes, attempting to get them off so our skin could touch as we continued to tongue-wrestle among ourselves.
While a little shy at first, Kelly proved to be every bit the researcher that Rita was. She wanted to examine my anatomy and had to stifle an urge to get paper and pen to take notes. She asked what positions Rita and I had experimented with and gasped in horror when Rita told her about her experience with anal penetration. Then Kelly examined Rita and pressed a finger first against Rita’s anus and then against her own to see if they were similar or if Rita was more accommodating of an insertion.
The women further subjected themselves to my examination as I talked through a comparison of each of their features. Kelly was a good two or three inches taller than Rita. Her dark brown hair was a subtle contrast to Rita’s not quite blonde, light brown hair. Her figure was slight, a little thinner than Rita, though not unpleasantly so. There was no roundness to her belly as there was with Rita. And Kelly was shaved bare compared to Rita’s neatly trimmed bush.
“I suppose you knew it was someone other than me when you didn’t feel any hair,” Rita said.
“Mmm. At the time I wasn’t really thinking coherently enough to identify the difference between a bald pussy and a hairy one with only the head of my cock as input. I didn’t actually realize it wasn’t you until Kelly sat all the way down on it.”
“I’d gone halfway,” Kelly said as she reached out to tentatively stroke my shaft and then circled her fingers around it about three inches below the tip. “Rita was guiding it inside me and I almost panicked and started to pull back. Then she kissed me and I just slammed myself down. The feeling sent me over the edge for the second time that night. I had to just stay there in one position while Rita kept kissing and stroking my breasts.” Her hand slid off my cock and she dreamily pulled Rita into a deep kiss, stroking our lovely assistant’s breasts.
“That was when I knew it wasn’t Rita,” I said as I dipped my head between the two and licked the beautiful nipples pressed against each other. Rita’s areolae were tiny and almost transparent against her milky white skin. Her nipples rose in a hard swell that was only a couple of shades darker. I thought that if it were not for the delicious mounds on which they were perched, her nipples would look almost like a boy’s. Kelly, on the other hand, had a darker complexion than Rita. Her larger areolae and prominent nipples dwarfed Rita’s. But it was obvious that both women found the caresses of my tongue on their touching nipples to be very stimulating. “When I went all the way into you,” I continued, “I felt the difference between your pussy and Rita’s. You have a little fold in your vagina that I could feel against the side of my cock. It was very pleasant.”
“You can actually tell the difference between pussies when you are in one?” Rita exclaimed. “Which did you like better?” That is a question one never wants to answer!
“Rita, darling, unless there is something drastically wrong with a pussy, there isn’t a man alive who would compare it and say better or worse. Men just want different, not better.”
“Well, Kelly had you last. It is definitely my turn.” Rita lay back on the bed and Kelly followed her down. Rita spread her legs for me, but Kelly had her left leg draped over Rita’s waist as she latched onto a little nipple to suckle. As I guided my cock into Rita, Kelly’s opening drove back against my hip as well. I slipped my hand between us and began stroking the lesbian’s very wet slit and love button. Her hand slid beneath her leg to tickle at Rita’s clit and our joining.
We all tried to keep it slow, but the build-up and long period of kissing and petting we’d had was driving all three of us closer to release. I slid a finger up into Kelly and used my thumb to apply just a slight pressure to her anus. She skyrocketed. I could feel her fingers tighten on Rita’s clit and suddenly Rita’s muscles were clamping down on my cock and sucking the juices from my balls outward. All three of us screamed our release.
As we lay in our first panting heap of the night, Kelly asked, “Is it different when it is in you from the front instead of from the back?”
“Oh, yeah!” Rita exclaimed. “I understand why you wanted a rear entry, because you didn’t want to engage with Doc. But when we cum face-to-face, with our eyes open and looking at each other, it is so intimate and so much better.”
Kelly rolled over on her back and pulled Rita toward her.
“Give me your fresh-fucked pussy to suck on while you drill me with your girl-cock,” she whispered. She was talking to Rita, but she glanced up at me and bit her lip shyly, looking questions at me. I nodded, more than willing to comply. For her part, Rita was willing enough to help me make love to Kelly. I waited until her pussy and ass completely blocked Kelly’s view, then I dipped my head to take a long wet swipe along Kelly’s slit. I heard Rita scream.
“Oh! Do that again!” Rita called out. I dipped my head and licked at Kelly once more and Rita squealed. “I can see you do it and I can feel it at the same time. Wow!” I got it. Whatever I was doing to Kelly, she was repeating on Rita. I thrust my tongue into Kelly’s twat and Rita moaned. “Oh! So deep.” I flicked Kelly’s clit a few times with my tongue and inserted a finger in her pussy. Rita squealed and I could see past the mounds of Kelly’s breasts that were grasped firmly in Rita’s hands. Kelly had a hand wedged up beneath Rita and had three fingers buried in the girl.
I slid up Kelly’s body and gave a gentle lick and suck to each of her nipples as Rita pinched them into points for my tongue’s ministrations. I kept going, licking up Kelly’s chin and toward her busy tongue. Rita got the point and leaned back, supporting her weight on her hands so she didn’t completely suffocate Kelly. With my chin against Kelly’s, our tongues met, caressing each other and rising to tease Rita’s clit together. I continued the journey upward and when I started sucking on each of Rita’s delicate nipples, my cock was aligned with Kelly’s opening. I was thinking what a great thing this would be to have an endless chain that I could work my way up—pussy clit breast breast pussy clit breast breast—but as I thought this, my cock gave a twitch against Kelly’s clit and her hips jumped forward to slide me in. I drew Rita’s mouth to mine in a gentle kiss as I sank slowly into Kelly’s depths. This time, I could hear the slightly muffled scream as Kelly clamped down on my cock and Rita’s clit at the same time. Rita stiffened, moaning into my mouth.
Feeling both women cum was stimulating, but I wasn’t ready to let loose yet. I figured Kelly wasn’t going to have this experience often and I wanted to make it as special for her as I could. I began stroking in and out of her slowly and felt Rita stiffen in front of me again. She pushed away from my face far enough to moan out, “Oh. My. God. I have a tongue in my pussy and a tongue in my mouth at the same time. Ohh!” Rita suddenly wrenched herself away from me and off of Kelly in one motion. “Too much! Too much! I can’t take any more!”
Her sudden movement sent me forward, burying my cock even further into Kelly. I could feel the little fold stimulating the side of my cock and it was driving me on. But when she felt my chest touch her nipples, Kelly’s eyes flew open and she looked directly into mine. I could see a moment of panic and was ready to pull out and away, but Rita came to the rescue, diving between the two of us and planting a hot kiss on Kelly’s lips. Kelly relaxed and began driving her hips up to meet my thrusts. Rita slid to the side a bit and whispered “It’s okay, Baby. Just relax and enjoy my big old girl-cock. You can enjoy everything you want to and no one is going to think a single bad thing about you.”
Kelly smiled and opened her eyes again. At first, she focused only on Rita, but her eyes slid to mine. I smiled at her and then felt her hand against the back of my head. She pulled me to her lips and we kissed, slowly at first, then deeply as our joined bodies moved more and more rapidly toward the precipice. Rita slid in closer to us and insinuated her tongue between our lips. My right hand caressed Rita’s butt as my left held my weight and all three of us kissed together. The ripple that began deep in Kelly’s cunt seemed to run up and down my cock in waves. She looked deeply into my eyes as she opened her mouth and silently screamed her orgasm.
That was all it took to send me over the edge as well and when my come began splashing against Kelly’s womb, the silent scream became vocal. I felt Rita’s hand between us and knew that in addition to my cock’s stimulation, she was manipulating Kelly’s clit with her fingers as the three of us dove into another searing kiss. Then we began to come down. I didn’t attempt to move or pull out until Kelly’s grip on the back of my head relaxed and finally fell away.
At midnight, we were still cuddled together with Kelly on Rita’s right and me on her left. We did no more than pull a sheet over ourselves and fall asleep.
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