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Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain

31
Of Pain and Pleasure

ASIDE FROM THE SEX, playing with our body bath paints was giggly fun that made us feel like kindergartners. My cock was kept hard and then striped like a pride flag. Kelly’s red hair was plastered together and painted green. Ariel had collected paint on her body by the simple means of rolling around on all of us. The canvas tarp under us was a spattered smeared colorful mess. But the most fun was showering and making sure everyone got clean before bed.

And that’s how I ended up pressed against Mary in my little shower cubicle downstairs, washing her hair and making sure every speck of the colored shampoo was rinsed from her beautiful body. And when our faces were clean enough to not get soap in our mouths, we spent most of our washing time kissing. As we rinsed the soap down our bodies, our lips followed, kissing every possible nook and cranny of exposed skin.

We’d come close to climax half a dozen times as I tugged and twisted on her piercings as she directed. She tugged and twisted on my cock in delightful ways. But we didn’t push each other over the edge. We got out of the shower and dried ourselves in the cramped little three-quarter bath. And we kept kissing.

“Use the Kat House,” Kelly whispered to us at the top of the stairs. She pressed her naked body up against us and kissed each of us passionately before she slipped into my bedroom where it appeared all six of the girls other than Mary were gathered on the big bed. I raised an eyebrow at Mary and she tugged my hand toward the attic stairs.

Kelly had made up the room as a simple bedroom with no elaborate sets. Her props for camming were all neatly stowed. I cross-checked the cameras and her computer and everything was turned off. Mary and I stood in the middle of the room, kissing and caressing each other.

“They’re being awfully nice about a strange woman taking you away to have sex,” Mary said.

“You’re not that strange, Mary. And I think they’re all hoping they will have a time with you.”

“A couple of them already have,” she giggled. “When that little Ariel sets her mind on a pussy, it’s almost impossible to distract her.”

“I’ve heard she’s the best at cunnilingus in the household. She’s just as devoted to fellatio.”

“I kind of enjoy that, myself. If you are interested, though, I sort of had a different idea tonight. Make love to me, Jett. I’ve been obsessing about it.”

We lay down on the bed, trying not to let go of each other as we scooted ourselves into position, and trying to not stop kissing. Mostly, we succeeded. We were lying on our sides with our arms wrapped tightly around each other and our bodies pressed together from lips to toes.

“As nice as this is, it isn’t the easiest position,” Mary said. “Be on top of me so I can feel your weight pressing me down.” We rolled and Mary thwarted my natural instinct to support my weight on my arms by holding me close to her. Her legs wrapped around mine, opening her center. I could feel the heat of her sex against my cock and pulled back enough to lodge the tip at her opening. It took a couple tries to get lined up correctly and then I just started sliding into her. Her grip tightened as I penetrated her depths. We held there.

I felt the slight tremors in her body relax and calm, our mouths continuing to devour each other. And then we began to rock together. Locked together the way we were, we could only move our pelvises, exercising lower back and ab muscles to work together. It didn’t give us a pounding sensation and we moved only a couple of inches apart and back together. But those couple of inches were the most stimulating I’d ever felt. It was as if all the tremors she had previously had concentrated in her vagina. It was like being wrapped in one of Kelly’s vibrators.

I could feel the metal bar at her clit pressed into my pubic bone and shifted left and right a little so it moved with me. Apparently, that was the right move and the stimulation of the bar against her clit brought Mary up and over the peak of a climax that sucked the air out of my lungs. The vibrating, clamping, and fluttering of her vagina around my cock pulled me along with her.

I had to roll us to our sides again so Mary could breathe but I let go of her only enough that I could pull the blankets up around us. When we rolled, she clamped her thighs together, trapping my cock in her.

We both knew that in the course of the night, I would slip out of her. We’d have to shift our arms out from under each other or they’d be numb. We’d stop kissing as we drifted to sleep. We knew all those things, but with the blanket pulled up snugly around us, we ignored them. We breathed each other’s air, warmed each other’s body, and held each other close.

CLASSES RESUMED on Wednesday and we were as lost in the pressure as we had been during the rush to midterms. I’d enjoyed one day off on Tuesday, having had to work Saturday through Monday. Jas had to work, too. Kelly and Charmaine had both quit their day jobs. Kelly did a long online performance Saturday afternoon that had her fans teasing her with a new vibrator she inserted into her vagina. Each time a viewer tipped, the vibrator would turn on for an amount of time determined by the amount tipped. Tipping a token gave her a one-second buzz. Tipping ten tokens gave her a ten-second buzz.

Ariel had no piano students over the break, so she was constantly into mischief. She had sailed through her exams and just wanted to play. Fortunately, Char had blossomed sexually in the past week with her monster paint. She took Ariel firmly in hand and introduced her to anal play. Ariel was in heaven.

Poor Sarah Lynn used the official time off to study. I couldn’t believe the size of the book she had to read for Constitutional Law and the Organization of American Government. She did get a break on Monday when the skies cleared and the weather took a jump in temperature. Eva took her to the little airport on the edge of town and they went flying in a two-seater airplane of some kind. I’m not sure what happened up there, but when they got back home Monday, they spent a good bit of the night locked in a sixty-nine and screaming out orgasms.

Mary spent time on Monday giving Jas a long slow massage that left my first girlfriend sated and limp as a noodle.

But, as I said, school.

We found a subtle change in Blankenship’s class. He was still as caustic and critical of our drawings as ever but he spent more class time talking about what makes a good drawing. The first half of the semester had all been materials and techniques. The second half seemed to be more focused on composition and art. I wasn’t fond of having every drawing I did ridiculed, but I had to admit that I was learning to be a better artist.

Studying Virgil’s Rome was a bit of a drag. I don’t know if he was just more boring than the earlier writers or if it was just that the Medea painting on Char had been so intense that anything would have paled. I managed to convince Sarah Lynn to pose for me by having her lying on her back while I painted Romulus and Remus on the twin hills of her breasts, nurtured by a wolf and overlooking an interesting perspective of Rome that extended just to her slit. Lying on her back, she could still read her textbook. The photography for this piece required careful cropping and I decided not to show Merck the video because to get the right perspective, the camera looked straight up Sarah Lynn’s pussy.

I didn’t think it was the most successful piece I’d done by a longshot, and Sarah Lynn was happy to get in the shower and scrub the paint off her body. Merck was satisfied, but disappointed that there was no video. Dirty old man.

MARY DIDN’T MOVE into our house. She was a frequent visitor and shared her loving with all the girls as well as with me. She had to really psych herself up to be with everyone at the same time, though. One or two of us at a time could make her happy. And we made love together whenever we could. It wasn’t always missionary position but Mary really liked to be squeezed. Once she was out of her ever-present bodystocking, she wanted the security of being held tightly. If she was being pressed into the bed by my body weight, that was good. If she was being pressed between me and Kelly or any one of the other girls, she was happy. And lacking either of those, if she had a heavy blanket over her while she rode me she was good with that.

“Mary, whatever inspired you to get your nipples and clit pierced?” Kelly asked one night while we were lying in bed and she was playing with Mary’s nipples. Mary was happily sandwiched between us.

“Frustration,” Mary said. “Pain and pleasure are tied together. I’m not into discipline or anything like that, but when I’m at the peak of pleasure, a little pain jolts me into an intense orgasm. I found that out by accident when a guy bit me a little harder than expected during sex. And there’s also the point where a little irritation becomes arousing, like what you’re doing now. If you keep that up, I’m going to eat you again.”

“Maybe Jett would get behind your idea if we sixty-nined. You’d like him behind your idea, wouldn’t you?”

Mary growled and swung a leg over Kelly’s head, settling her pussy on my redheaded girlfriend’s mouth while she drove her own mouth between Kelly’s legs. I hadn’t seen much of this view of Mary and I liked it. A lot. I got behind her and Kelly positioned my cock at Mary’s opening as she licked both of us.

AND THEN CAME DANTE. Merck was all over the poet of Florence and had a thousand slides he showed in class. He talked about how the three-part masterpiece of Dante Alighieri—Divine Comedy—was in many ways a metaphor for the city itself. What got me was that even though I didn’t much appreciate Virgil’s The Æneid, Dante used the Roman poet as his guide through the levels of the afterlife.

I don’t know if it was Dante’s poetry that was so exciting or simply that Merck’s excitement was infectious. I had Inferno downloaded on my phone and was reading it as I walked between classes, on my break in the grocery store, while I cooked dinner, and before I went to bed.

Not that it was easy reading. I just got caught up in all the renaissance glory of Firenze and couldn’t wait until I could go walk those streets.

“I sometimes wonder about Dante’s sex life,” Merck said in his lecture on Tuesday of Thanksgiving week. There were no classes for the rest of the week and I had only Blankenship’s torture session to go before I was free for a while. Merck was on a tear. Dante’s sex life?

“You’ve read Inferno now. Trust me, it is the best of the three parts. Paradiso is a yawn. In very little literature is there such joyous description of everlasting damnation as in Inferno. It’s exciting. When Dante climbs out of the lowest circle of hell where Satan gnaws on Judas and Brutus, you’re left with a chill that says, I’d like to go there,” he said. “What kind of sick depraved man writes a description of hell that gives you a hard-on?”

The class was laughing as Merck flashed up a few slides of Il Boccalone, a gargoyle of a terrified man on the roof of Florence’s cathedral.

“The frustration of hell in Inferno is that the souls are separated from their bodies. Dante fully believed that even the damned would be resurrected one day and reunited with their souls. Then the damned would have perfect suffering because the body and soul would be together. Note, Canto Six:”

“Quanto la cosa è più perfetta,
più sent il bene, e così la doglienza”

“As the thing is more perfect,
The more it feels of pleasure and of pain.”

“The idea is that the souls without their bodies are less than perfect. So that even the suffering that they are under is less than the suffering that will be endured after the judgment. Pleasure is more perfect, but conversely suffering is also more perfect.”

We had Thanksgiving weekend to complete our projects for Literature and the Arts. I wondered if Mary would cooperate with me. The more perfect a thing is, the more it feels of pleasure and of pain.

THANKSGIVING was going to be a little weird. My family wanted me to come home for the usual gathering of grandparents, parents, and me. Sarah Lynn and Charmaine had no home or family to go to. Ariel’s parents expected her to join them on a family trip to Orlando to take her younger brothers to Disney World for the week, despite the fact that she had two days of classes that week. Sondra gently suggested to Jas that maybe we’d like to have the families over to our house for Thanksgiving dinner and she’d gladly come and help cook in our kitchen. Kelly’s mom suggested we order a complete Thanksgiving dinner for everyone from the co-op and charge each person a share. That was actually a pretty good idea. None of us were enthused about cooking or going to our homes.

Except Eva. This was the first year that she planned to fly home for a holiday. It would take her most of the day to fly her little plane to Virginia with the number of stops she planned and then a whole day to fly back. She said she wanted to do it over Thanksgiving because the weather became more unpredictable as we got deeper into winter. The forecast for this weekend was good all across the Eastern US. I appreciated her desire to fly, but it was really beyond me. How could you spend a whole day isolated in a little bubble in the sky and not go stir-crazy? I’d have to investigate that more, but not while there was still snow on the ground.

And Mary. She lived the other direction and wasn’t planning to go home until Christmas. That suited me just fine! She’d stay with us for the weekend.

We finally negotiated an agreement with the involved relatives. Eva and Ariel would be missing. My folks, Jasmine’s mother, and Kelly’s mother would chip in for the food and Grandpa would order everything complete from the Deli at the grocery store. Including paper plates, napkins and plasticware. Granddad brought over a couple of long banquet tables and folding chairs from his church on Wednesday afternoon and we spent the day cleaning and preparing for guests.

And it wasn’t too bad. Introductions were made since none of the adults knew Mary. We had to update everyone about Charmaine’s father abruptly leaving the country. Of course, we all had to tell about our progress in our first semester of classes and I had to show a couple of my new paintings and drawings. We didn’t show any of the photos or videos of me painting Eva, Char, Sarah Lynn, Ariel, or Jas. I just showed the canvas of Athena and my still life drawing.

I noted, however, that Jas took just her mother upstairs and showed her the art video and photo. She told me later that she didn’t show the porn film version. Sondra was shocked, but also thought the artwork was stunningly beautiful, especially the final photo composition with Jas sitting like a goddess on the rock by the lake.

Kelly’s mother, on the other hand, stayed after most people had left for the day and viewed all the videos, including Jas and me. She gave us detailed critiques, mostly aimed at Kelly, on the theme and direction of the videos and how we could make money off of them. Siobhan is a very sexy woman, like Kelly. She insisted she was officially retired from the industry and had a respectable job but she was an eager consultant and very proud of what Kelly was accomplishing.

We survived having fourteen sit down for dinner, talking to parents, and generally being polite. And we had enough leftovers in the fridge to last us the weekend without cooking.

“SO, LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT. You want to do a figure painting of me, stretched out naked on a bed,” Mary said as she examined my rough sketches. “While Kelly films my naked body, let’s not forget. Then you want to move the canvas up against me and paint me, dissolving into the canvas. Ambitious at all?”

“Um… I know it’s a lot of work. Mary, I’ll happily pay you as my model if that helps. But the whole line about perfection enhancing pleasure and pain… You’re perfect.”

Mary reached out and took my hand. She tugged at me and I followed her to the front door where we put on our coats and boots and went out for a walk. It was pretty cold and we walked close together just holding hands in silence for a while. When we got to the main cross-street, we turned and headed toward downtown, looking at the newly lit Christmas decorations. There was a big tree lit up in front of the courthouse and, in defiance of political correctness, a nativity scene. We stopped there and Mary turned to offer me her lips in a long deep kiss.

“I don’t know what our relationship is, Jett,” she sighed. “Are we just fuck buddies? Am I a girlfriend? I know I can’t be your one and only. I would never want to break up the house. Everyone has accepted me as one of you. In fact, every single one has tasted me and I’ve tasted her. I like it. I’d have never thought that I could be so comfortable with so many people around, but even meeting your families today didn’t freak me out too much. But just lying there, exposing myself… It’s going to take something a lot more intimate than money to pay me for that, Jett. Someone’s going to have to keep me from freaking out and moving to a different state.”

“Mary, I don’t want to put you under that kind of stress. I can ban everyone from the studio, including Kelly, while we paint. Or I can get a different model or scrap the project altogether and do something else. I don’t want you to feel that I’m pressuring you to do something you don’t want to. I can’t help it, though, that I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and I want to paint you.”

“My suffering will be a pleasure if you love me a little.”

THE REMAINDER of the weekend was intense. The first thing we realized was that the studio was too small. We got out our living room sized tarp and spread it right over the top of the sofa. I didn’t want the furniture well-defined in my setting. It was only there because I couldn’t float my model in space. I made sure there were adequate pillows that Mary would be comfortable and could get back into the pose easily.

And then there was keeping Mary calm. My precious roommates jumped in to help. Whether it was just sitting beside her and chatting or getting between her legs and licking, by noon on Saturday I had a painting that I considered respectable. I could work on smoothing out details without Mary actually being there posing. I’d captured the perfect expression on her face while she was coming with Sarah Lynn between her legs.

As soon as the portraiture part of the project was done and we needed to let it dry for an hour before I started the body paint, Mary dragged me to the bedroom and attacked. I’ve been ridden hard by my girlfriends before, but this was a new experience with Mary. The inside of her vagina… well, it’s different than the other girls. It’s squishy and hugs my cock like Mary’s bodystockings hug her form. When I pull back, it sucks at me and tries to hold me in. And when I come, I can feel her entire body vibrate through my cock. There’s just nothing like it in my experience.

When we’d sated each other and I’d held Mary tightly to me, we were finally ready to start the body paint and dissolving background. Mary opted for permanent body paint like Char had anyplace from her shoulders down. I thanked her profusely. I knew this was going to take more than one day and sleeping in the temporary paint—even as careful as Eva had been—guaranteed a lot of touch up the next day. I offered to put off doing her upraised arm and hand until the second day for temporary paint, but she said she didn’t mind showing the permanent paint on her hands.

I positioned the canvas behind her and posed her so she completely covered the figure behind her. Airbrush and blending were all we got done in the first two sittings. This time, I wasn’t as concerned about blending the canvas as I was about blending Mary. I wasn’t trying to conceal her gorgeous body. I wanted her perfect breasts exposed with her piercings. I wanted her eyes bright and visible. I could even see the glint of light reflected from her clit piercing. But rather than a contrast between her body and the canvas, I needed to make her edges disappear. It took a long time, but when that part was done, her hip, thigh, hand, and shoulder disappeared into the canvas.

We spent all day Sunday as I did the patterns of her flesh breaking into dust and floating away.

And all Sunday night, we made love.

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