Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain ©2018 Elder Road Books, Serialized edition ISBN 978-1-939275-83-7
Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain
37
The Garden of Earthly Delights
“BY THE WAY, we have a guest coming for dinner tomorrow. I’ll pay the guest fee. She’s a potential model for one of my class projects,” I said after dinner as we were getting our schedule set. “I don’t mind cooking again.”
“What’s she like?” Sarah Lynn asked.
“I like her,” Mary volunteered. “I told her about Jett’s project and what I did. She’s in that kind of tremulous stage of deciding if she can or can’t do it. I can tell you right off that she has no designs on Jett or anyone else at the moment.”
“What’s she look like?” Char asked.
“About five-seven. Nice shape but I don’t think she’s a supermodel. She always dresses nicely. Shoulder length brown hair. I think it was brown eyes. Mary?” I asked.
“Yeah. Brown. Dimples. Probably about a thirty-five C if I had to guess. Waist might be a little thick but if so, she disguises it well. I haven’t seen her nude so I can’t give you dirty details,” she laughed. Gee, it was nice to have Mary sitting down with us and so relaxed.
“How far will she go?” Kelly wanted to know.
“There won’t be any porn with this and she’s sure to be nervous if someone is moving around with a camera while I’m working. Once I’m done, I think she’ll be okay with the camera circuit because she won’t really be recognizable.”
“What are you thinking of doing with her?” Jas asked. There were a few titters around the table.
“Not that!” I said harshly. Then I smiled at her to let her know I wasn’t mad. “I’m trying to come up with some representation of the Age of Reason. That would be next after spring break.”
“You’re planning things way ahead this semester,” Sarah Lynn said.
“I didn’t have any idea what I was doing last semester and only managed to come up with ideas and inspirations as we covered them in class. This is a harder semester. The Wednesday class is a discussion group, not even in the lecture hall. And the material overlaps. I was going to start with something from Shakespeare and then do the blondes for a Rubens Baroque painting come to life. But Shakespeare and Rubens were the same year, even though Shakespeare was considered classic and Rubens Baroque,” I said. “It’s a good thing I actually looked at Merck’s syllabus.”
“But you were going to do Ariel as Shakespeare’s Ariel!” Jas exclaimed. “Does that mean you won’t be able to do that?”
“I suppose I could, but I came up with an even more appropriate theme from Hieronymus Bosch. He’s a Dutch painter of about the same time as Michelangelo and much better at the human figure in painting. He did a famous painting called The Garden of Earthly Delights.”
“I’m going to be a sex doll again!” Ariel said jumping up and down. I think I’ll just get her a trampoline and have her bounce naked in front of me for a few hours a day.
“Probably, in one way or another. I want to keep the theme of a triptych, more or less, but you will definitely be the centerpiece. I read the description on my phone as I was headed from Lit to Drawing. There’s a great phrase here.” I thumbed my phone to Wikipedia and read. “An erotic derangement that turns us all into voyeurs, a place filled with the intoxicating air of perfect liberty.”
“I like voyeurs. I want to fill them with intoxicating air,” Ariel said. I had a feeling this would be an interesting project.
“And then we do the Baroque porn with the blondes and the boys next door. Or whoever they entice to be their partners,” Kelly said.
“That’s going to be a logistic nightmare,” I said. “I’ll have to get each of them painted before I put it all together. And I’m going to have to use acrylic or it will all run off of them as they get sweaty together.”
“I have to get 2257 Compliant Forms filled out and signed by each of them,” Kelly said. “It certifies their age, legal names, consent, and compensation. I had to fill one out in order to perform online, too. We’ve all filled them out even though Jas and I are the only ones who have actually performed explicit sex acts on video. And you, of course.”
“I hope they are all okay with this,” I said. “Um… We’ll need at least two cameras going, right?”
“Yeah. Anybody want to volunteer?”
“I was just thinking… Merck has been bugging me since he saw Jasmine’s video to let him come to a sitting. Since this one doesn’t involve any of us and they don’t really know our crews, I just thought maybe it would kill two birds with one stone to have him be a cameraman.”
“That is so kinky to have a professor film porn in our home!” Sarah Lynn said. “You rock!”
THAT FAST, we were into the semester and it seemed like there was no time for anything. We were all studying late into the evening so we wouldn’t get behind. Jas was picking up multiple shifts on the weekends because she couldn’t work during the week with her class and study schedule. Ariel had picked up two additional piano students and was deep in a full load of principles of mechanics, statistics for engineers, math, and engineering graphics. And she was taking Mandarin Chinese Language for her Liberal Arts elective!
Sarah Lynn was piling on the credits again with courses in International Relations and Statistics for Political Research. Of course, she had a math course, an English Comp class, Russian Language, and having completed a course on the principles of aeronautics last term, this term she was focusing on principles of naval science. That was her course ‘just for fun.’
Kelly was even coming downstairs after her evening chatroom session and instead of seeking immediate sexual gratification, she was cracking a math or Spanish book. She’d finally declared herself as a Communication Arts Major with a focus in Radio-Television-Film. She had some courses to make up because her first term had been exploratory.
And Char had met with her adviser over the break and had been encouraged to enter the Integrated Master of Accountancy program. When she’d explained her circumstances, the adviser had really gone to bat for her and got her some more financial aid. That really relieved some of the economic pressure she was under, but she had to maintain a 3.5 GPA in order to keep the support. She was studying Economics, Psychology, General Business, and Speech Communications this term.
Suffice it to say that bedtime had been pushed to about one a.m. on the average and I had to be at an eight o’clock food prep class. This was a crazy term.
“HOW ARE YOU GOING to approach it?” Mary asked. We’d been working on the latest Blankety project, entirely on applying mechanical perspective to drawing of irregular objects. It was a long and tedious project but I was learning something beyond the basics of vanishing points and horizons. I guess it was helpful. And the project allowed Mary and me time to just talk while we worked. It was far more technical and we didn’t tend to get in the same zone that we did when actually drawing or painting something. Of course, she was asking about my upcoming triptych with Ariel.
“The Bosch painting is an inspiration, but I’m not going to try to replicate it. I mean, it has a little of everything in it. Gluttony, bestiality, fornication, homosexuality, interracial, music, drunkenness, and a progression from innocence to depravity to punishment. I’m not as interested in that as in the concept of The Garden of Earthly Delights. Especially when it comes to Ariel.”
“That girl is the embodiment of earthly delight,” Mary laughed. “You wouldn’t have to paint anything. Just take her on stage and strip her.”
“The thing is, she’d love that!” Once Ariel came out of her shell, sex had competed successfully with music and mechanical engineering. It was almost like she had a triple major. “I’m thinking of doing an actual garden scene with flowers and such sort of growing out of her.”
“Sounds kind of boring.”
“Unless I apply Blankety’s final project last term with it.”
“The shapes… Oh! Create all the flowers and highlights and shadows out of other shapes? That could be interesting.”
“Especially if all the shapes were… um… sexual in nature. I mean, can’t you just imagine Ariel’s body covered in flowers that were actually made of little vaginas and penises?” I asked. Mary raised her eyebrows and put her pencil down.
“Speaking of vaginas and penises, did you notice that I wore a skirt today?”
It didn’t take long to verify why she was wearing a skirt. As we kissed, my hand slid up under the hem and found the open crotch of her bodystocking. It didn’t take long before I was standing between her legs as she sat on her stool. My cock sank into the spongy wetness of her pussy and we both sighed at the feeling.
I’d noticed that over the past month or so, sex among the family had moved from utter spontaneity to the last thing we did in bed at night, assuming everyone wasn’t too tired. That wasn’t just me having sex with the girls, but the girls with each other, too. Having a little afternoon delight with Mary in the studio was a treat beyond imagining.
I pulled the top of her stocking down her arms far enough that I could release her breasts and could tug and twist her nipple barbells while we kissed and I plunged into her. The one-piece bodystockings like this one were meant to be put on at the feet like hose and then pulled up the body until she could put her arms in and adjust it around her shoulders. This one was new. When she took her sweater off in the studio, I discovered the entire stocking was mesh with a pattern of roses woven into it. The sides were a more open weave and it was only a series of half a dozen straps that went over her shoulders. I had to be careful when I lowered it because the barbells caught in the mesh and her nipples poked through.
I suppose I looked ridiculous standing between her legs with my jeans around my ankles and my butt flexing as I pushed in and out of her. I didn’t care. I wasn’t doing this for anyone else’s entertainment. I was totally caught up in the way Mary’s pussy sucked at my cock as I pulled out, trying to get me to thrust back in. I was glad she got so stimulated with her nipple play because there was no way I could get a hand between us to play with her clit in this position. She whined into my mouth as she came, clamping and releasing on my cock with that incredible soft pussy. She hadn’t quite made her second release when I erupted in her and almost lost my balance when my knees started shaking. Mary jammed a hand between us and grabbed her clit bar to twist and pull. She managed to get her cookies before I shrank out of her.
“We don’t do that anywhere near enough,” she whispered. “I wish Ariel was home. She’d love this little snack.”
“UM… I DON’T KNOW how to ask this,” I stumbled. We’d been in class for two weeks and my first project was due in just another ten days. Ariel as the garden of delight. But I needed models. “We’re lovers and I don’t want to make it weird.”
“What could be weirder than having seven girls who love you and love each other?” Sarah Lynn asked. “You’re not planning to propose to any of us, are you?” Dee and Derek had gotten married in a private ceremony at Christmas, but they were having a party reception for their high school friends on Valentine’s Day—at Dee’s mother’s suggestion. We were all thinking about it.
“No. I… um… Well, the concept for Ariel’s Garden of Delights is that I paint it all out of… um… pussies and cocks. And… um… I need models.”
“Jett? You want to draw our pussies?” Char asked. She clamped her legs together. What a contradiction. She’d been hesitant about giving me her vagina cherry but was not hesitant to give me her mouth or ass long before. But I wasn’t going to push anyone.
“Yeah. I guess that’s what I need. Not just pussies but breasts and lips, too. Nothing that would be recognizable in the painting, but sexual body parts.”
“Haven’t you stared into my snootch enough times to memorize it?” Jas asked. “If you’ll lick it when you’re done drawing it, I’ll do it.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Sarah Lynn said. “Same terms.”
“Oh. Uh, sure. I need pictures in various stages of arousal. Mouths in different expressions. Lips pursed, lips slightly parted, lips in an O, tongue hanging out… You know.”
“Nipples erect,” Mary picked up. “Nipples soft. Nipples pierced.” We all laughed. “I’m in.”
“Oh, yeah. When you put it like that…” Char said, “You should probably draw my asshole, too. Closed. Open. Dripping come.”
“How about dicks?” Kelly asked. “You can’t just paint her out of pussies. It would be much sexier if you were getting both together.”
“Yeah… um… It’s going to be difficult enough to paint the blondes’ boyfriends up as satyrs, if you know what I mean.”
“I got you covered.” We all looked at Kelly trying to get her to explain. “I get like fifty dick-pics a week. In all stages of arousal, including spurting come. Circumcised, uncut, skinny, fat, short, long, hard, soft… I got you covered. Since I know the sketches of our pussies are just reference pieces, I don’t think pictures of dicks would be any worse to use as references.”
“I just hope nobody gets on my computer and starts finding pictures of dicks,” I sighed. “Thank you, Kelly. And thank you all.”
“Wait!” Ariel said. “Does my pussy get to be in it, too? I mean, more than just between my legs?” We all laughed. I reassured her that her pussy would be prominently displayed.
“JETT? DON’T YOU LIKE my asshole anymore?” I’d just plunged into Char’s pussy and felt that velvet glove close around my cock.
“Hmm? Uh… What?”
“You haven’t done me back there since, like, Christmas. Don’t you like it any longer?”
“I… uh…” I slowed down and looked at my Indian lover. “I kind of assumed that now that we were doing sex normally, you wouldn’t want to substitute your ass. Isn’t this okay?”
“Oh, it’s okay. But, I never offered you my ass as a substitute for my pussy. I offered it because I liked it.”
“Really? God, yes! Next time you’re prepared, let me know and we’ll definitely do it that way. I loved coming in your ass.”
“I’m prepared every time I come to bed with you, honey. Just do me.”
My eyebrows shot up and she nodded. I pulled back out of her pussy and lodged my cock against her little pucker. She gripped my shoulders and I sank into her like I was passing through soft butter. Oh, God! No one had mentioned anal sex again since the night of Kelly’s Christmas special. I loved bouncing against her hot, buttery butt. I chuckled. Butter butt. I figured I’d better keep that one to myself for a while.
Besides… Char.
WHEN KELLY WANTED ME to come to the Kat House for her pussy drawing, I assumed she must want to broadcast it to her chatroom. She didn’t usually log in on Mondays, though. But all I needed was a sketchpad and pencil. It wasn’t like I was painting anything. When I turned to face her, she was on all fours on her bed, looking back at me over her naked butt.
“Kelly, I’m going to draw your pussy, you know?”
“You don’t like this view? I looked through your drawings of Char, Ariel, and Mary. You got different pussies in different stages of arousal, but they are all from pretty much the same perspective. You need not only different pussies, but different views. Take a close look and tell me if you don’t like what you see.”
Fuck! I liked what I saw with her upturned freckled ass pointed at me and her pussy flowering open beneath it. I kept her in that position when I gave her the reward.
“DO YOU STILL LOVE ME?”
“Yes. I love you more all the time.”
“Even with all the other girls who love you?”
“And who I love. No matter how much crazy stuff we do, I still keep coming home to you.”
“Put that to music! You’ll have a hit country tune.” Jas laughed and I felt her insides vibrate with her joy as I slid deep again.
“Sometimes I worry that you aren’t being satisfied. I should be with you more often,” I said. “Are you okay?”
“If you were with me more often, I’d have to cut back on how often I’m with Kelly. Or Ariel. Or Char. Or Sarah Lynn. Or Mary.”
“And Eva?”
“Oh. I’m not sure I could cut back my time with her much more. Don’t get me wrong. I like Eva and she is willing to play with all of us when she comes over. But it’s pretty obvious that she’s only really interested in you. I’m not even positive about that. Her head’s always kind of in the clouds.”
“What a great theme. Her head’s in the clouds. I might name the airport painting that.”
“Yeah. But the point is that I’m happy, Jett. I love you so much it squeezes out of my eyes sometimes. I go hunting for little romantic memes on Facebook. But I love all our girlfriends, too. I can’t wait to go walking in the park with Mary or argue some obscure point of jurisprudence vs. the media with Sarah Lynn. Or to go down on them. And Ariel. You know that as soon as you leave a deposit in my snootch, she’s going to run in here to make a withdrawal, right?”
We laughed and I felt that delightful ripple around my cock again.
“I don’t think she’ll need to wait long,” I rasped.
“I bet she sucks me off of you before you pull out of me,” Jas whined as her own orgasm mounted.
ANDI CAME HOME with Mary and me after class Wednesday. I just figured she was getting used to the environment or maybe wanted to ask questions about the project she’d be part of. Not that I’d thought that far ahead yet. We tossed our bags down and I went to get us pops from the fridge.
“So, Jett… um… Mary said you need… um… sex organ models. If I volunteer, you won’t like try to touch me, will you?”
“Andi? I never even thought to ask you to model that way.”
“Yeah, but I thought maybe if I did that, nothing that happened when we do the bodypainting would bug me. It’s not like anyone around here is going to recognize my quim. My boyfriend is at IU.”
“Ouch. That’s hard to be in a long-distance relationship.”
“It’s working out okay so far. I suppose no girl has asked him to get naked so she can paint his body yet.”
“Andi, when we do that, I obviously have to touch you some, just to get paint on you. But I’m not on the make. I’ve got all the girlfriends I can handle. So the answer is, ‘No. I won’t touch you if you want to model for the ‘sex organ’ sketches.”
“Okay. I’m ready. Unless you need me shaved. I figured I’d have to do that for the other project, but I didn’t shave for this. I’m kind of hairy.”
“I think that would be a great variation to have in my sketches.”
Mary took her up to the bedroom where I’d been doing most of the sketches and when Andi was ready, she called me.
I started with sketches of her lips and tongue and then moved on to her prominent nipples. She kept pushing the sheet down as I needed access to her body. I paused to do a quick sketch of her navel, which was popped out just a little, unlike the deep indents of my girlfriends’ navels. And then she unveiled her delta and the slit beneath. I lay on the bed between her legs with her pussy about a foot in front of me and started sketching. A faint scent of arousal wafted toward me and I asked her to part her lips a little for the next sketch. She did.
I should be used to this view. Kelly and Jas had been sexting with me and doing mutual masturbation on Skype for three years. We’d been lovers and added Sarah Lynn, Ariel, Char, Mary, and Eva—all of whom I’d had up-close and personal views of from this angle. But a guy just can’t lie down and stare at a new girl’s pussy for the first time and not have a response. I was folded in half under me as I got stiffer and stiffer. I ignored the pain and just focused on the pussy. I was impressed with the directions her hair grew and wondered if she’d combed it before I was called. It wasn’t the tangled mess she prepared me for, but a fluffy frame for a beautiful pussy.
Fuck!
“We’re all done,” I said. “Thank you for helping me out, Andi. It was beautiful. I really appreciate it. Thank you.”
I got out of the room and saw Ariel coming out of the bathroom. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into one of the other bedrooms, much to her surprise. As soon as I closed the door, I dragged my jeans and underwear down, letting my cock spring out straight at last.
“Suck!” was all I could get out of my mouth. Ariel’s face lit up and she swallowed my cock.
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