Mural
Six
MELODY LANDED IN THE MIDDLE. Both Lissa and I were stroking her body and massaging her breasts.
“Take it easy there, stud,” Lissa said. “Have you asked how Melody likes to have her breasts played with? How about it, Mel? Do you like rough stuff or a lighter touch?” Melody’s eyes flicked open and looked at us.
“Gosh. I never thought about the differences. I like it when Tony touches me, but sometimes it is a little rough.”
“You have to tell him what you like.”
“Um… I like it when you do that kind of feathery touch where you just run your fingers over my breasts. It makes me feel all gooey.”
“Like this?” Lissa demonstrated and I recognized that I’d done that once or twice, but I didn’t realize how much Melody liked it. I copied the moves as I saw Lissa do them and Melody squirmed on the bed.
“Oh! Oh, I like that! I like it because I just know that at any moment you’ll brush up against my nipple, but I don’t know when. The suspense is killing me.” Lissa grinned at me and I copied her as she started at the bottom of Melody’s breast and began lightly spiraling upward toward the tip. Just before she reached the pink areola, though, she let her fingers glide back down. I chased them with my hand off the other breast and we both ended up gliding across her pubic bone and then circling back up toward her delectable breasts. Melody was going crazy. Our hands crossed and this time I circled the breast closest to Lissa and she caressed the one closest to me. I noticed with pleasure that when I circled Melody’s breast, the back of my hand brushed against Lissa’s breast and she caught her breath. She smiled at me and circled around Melody’s breast again so that when I copied her I brushed across her nipple again. This time, instead of tracing down her stomach, we crossed between the breasts and up on the other side. Melody moaned out, “please.”
Lissa smiled at me again and positioned her hand so that her fingertips and thumb were spread around the breast, but the palm wasn’t touching. When she saw that I’d copied the position, she began to draw the fingers up toward the nipple, finally sliding across the areola and just before we reached the tips of her nipples, squeezing just a little and letting go completely. Melody gasped. Her body went rigid and her butt lifted up off the bed. “Ohhhhh! Oh god! Oh. You… You just made me come without even touching my clit. You only… you barely touched my nipples. Oh god!”
“Pleasure for a woman isn’t a formula, Tony. You can’t just do what you did last time and expect the same result. You mix the game up a little bit, find out what is pleasing to your partner, and then let the tension build until she explodes.” I’d have answered her, but Melody had grabbed the back of my head and pulled it down for a hot, searing kiss. As soon as she let me go, she pulled Lissa to her and gave her some of the same.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“Are you all satisfied now?” Lissa asked.
“You aren’t going to stop, are you? No, I’m not satisfied. I want more!” Melody said.
Lissa laughed.
“Isn’t that what you want to hear from your lover, Tony? ‘More. I want more?’ Most women can climax several times to each time a man comes. Maybe not every time, but often. When she wants more, you want to be able to give her more. So you have to use everything you’ve got to please her.
“Your lips.” Lissa stroked a finger across my lips and it sent shivers down my spine.
“Your tongue.” She said that just as my tongue darted out of my mouth to lick her finger. It was like a reflex. She dragged her finger down my chin, my throat, and my chest until she circled my nipple, then flicked back up across my shoulder and down my arm to my hand.
“Your fingers.” Her hand continued, sliding down my leg and then back up the inside of my thigh to circle my balls and stroke slowly up…
“Your cock.” I shuddered and took a deep breath. Melody responded the same way. I looked at her and her eyes were glassy and unfocused as she listened intently to every word Lissa said. My cock, as it happened, was only inches away from Melody’s pussy and Lissa crossed from my body to hers in one unhurried stroke from the middle of her thighs up to Melody’s parted labia.
“Even your voice,” Lissa whispered. Melody jumped straight into the air as Lissa stroked once across her clit. She cried out in orgasm, panting for breath.
“Are you satisfied now, Little One?”
“N… no. I… want… more.”
“I’m so happy to hear that.” Lissa parted Melody’s legs and the two of us lay side-by-side between them staring up into Melody’s wide open pussy. “Did you know Latin is the foundation of all Romance languages? Repeat after me,” Lissa instructed as she began pointing out the features of what we were looking at. “The pudenda, also called the vulva. Mons pubis. Labia majora. Labia minora. Vestibule. Introitus. Clitoris. Perineum. Anus.” I repeated each word as Lissa’s fingers outlined each part of Melody’s sex. “All can be stimulated. Now here is one more Latin word.” Lissa leaned forward and ran her tongue all the way from Melody’s anus to her clitoris and back.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes. That feels so good!”
“Cunnilingus,” Lissa whispered. She moved aside far enough that I could repeat the gesture with my tongue and repeat the word back to her.
“Cunnilingus.”
Melody had pulled her legs up and back to open herself as widely as she could and give us both access. I stayed focused on what Lissa was doing with her tongue and each time she showed me a way to stimulate some part of Melody, I repeated the gesture. Melody was writhing on the bed, gasping out incoherent words and phrases as she came repeatedly. Then Lissa backed away just as far as my ear so she could continue to whisper instructions as I continued to bathe Melody with my tongue.
“Your tongue in her vagina. Circle her clitoris but don’t press down on it. Suck the outer labia. Tickle the anus. Finger on perineum while you tongue vagina. Light stroke of thumb on anus while your finger slides into her vagina. Suck her clitoris and flick the tip with your tongue. Flatten your tongue against her clitoris as your finger slips into her vagina. Curl your finger upward and vibrate it lightly behind the urethra. Shake your head a little.”
That did it. Melody’s legs shot out straight as she screamed. For a minute, Lissa and I were both trapped beneath her legs as she tried desperately to squeeze them together around both of us. Her pussy was drenched in juices that ran down my lips and chin. If Lissa had neighbors nearby, I’m sure they would have called the police. Just when I thought Melody was finished and her legs were relaxing, I guess I let my tongue flick her clit one more time and she screamed again.
When Melody finally relaxed enough for us to move, Lissa and I rolled onto our sides with our cheeks resting on Melody’s mound. Lissa kissed me and licked Melody’s juices off my face. My cock was pressed between her legs and I could feel her hand stroking my balls. I desperately wanted to fuck her and nudged forward. Lissa pulled back enough to signal me to wait. It was hard, but I did as she said, holding still with my cock poised at her moist entrance.
“Little One? Are you satisfied?” There was a long silence and I thought maybe Melody had gone to sleep. I couldn’t really see more than her chin as I looked up between her beautiful breasts. Then I heard the whisper.
“N… nn… no? M… m… more, please?” My god, she could hardly speak and she was still asking for more. Lissa smiled at me and moved away. She guided me by the cock until I crawled up above Melody. Lissa positioned my cock at Melody’s pussy and slowly guided me in. The growl in Melody’s throat started low and increased until I was fully buried. Then her eyes snapped open and locked on mine. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me tight against her body.
“Ohhh! God!!! I love you, Tony!” She hauled my face to hers and kissed me with such passion that I stopped breathing. I could feel my heart pounding in every extremity of my body and it was matched beat for beat with hers where we were joined. I knew I was close, but I had to satisfy Melody. I needed to satisfy her. I pulled back and thrust in again. One more time and Melody erupted. I could feel every muscle in her vagina as it clamped down on me. At the same time, I felt Lissa’s fingers press in beneath my balls and I exploded with such force I was sure I would pass out.
“Melody! I… Love… You!” I shouted out as every spurt from my cock was matched by a convulsion in her pussy. When I finally remembered to breathe again, I rolled to the side and brought Melody with me so we were facing each other. I felt Lissa crawl up, hauling the covers over the three of us as we lay there. I was sandwiched again between Melody and Lissa with my cock still inside. Melody looked over my shoulder and I could feel Lissa’s lips there as they kissed.
“Satisfied,” Melody whispered. She closed her eyes and we all drifted off to sleep.
When Melody and I awoke in the morning, we were lying side-by-side, no longer connected as we were when we went to sleep, but pressing together, nonetheless. Lissa wasn’t in bed with us. We could smell coffee and hear her moving in the kitchen.
“Thank you for last night,” Melody said as she kissed me softly.
“It was wonderful,” I said.
“Did you… did you mean it?” she asked, suddenly unable to meet my eyes. I thought back. It’s one thing to tell a woman you love her when you’re blasting your semen deep inside her. But in the light of day? The next morning? It dawned on me that I wasn’t depressed this morning. In fact, I felt better than I had in months. I smiled and lifted her chin so she could look me in the eye again.
“Yes. I love you, Melody.” She didn’t answer with words.
We were all downstairs in our makeshift studio. None of us bothered to put clothes on after we woke up. We all showered together and this time took turns toweling one another dry so it wasn’t quite the mass confusion of limbs and towels it was the night before. We were all relaxed. Somehow, being constantly in the presence of these two incredible women, my cock kept going from half-mast to full-mast, but never shriveled to its customary peanut size. Melody won the toss, so Lissa posed for her first. The pose was almost exactly the same as I posed two weeks ago. I could see as she worked that this sketch was far superior to the one of me. Maybe we’d been a little too focused on hurrying our sketches so we could fuck some more. Melody’s style was simple and bold. She captured the cat in Lissa. The tension was there. The grace was there. The power was there. Even her facial expression was somehow feral. We had the leisure to work a little longer on each sketch than we would have had in class and Lissa held the pose for longer than we ever normally ask of a model.
When Melody was finished with the sketch, Lissa relaxed and stretched her back and shoulders. She came over to look at Melody’s drawing. As we admired her work, I reached up and started massaging Lissa’s shoulders. We’d worked on each other a little after matches and I knew she liked to have me dig my thumbs into her traps and delts. At the club, though, she’d be wearing a shirt and bra. She was purring and leaned her bare back into me as she talked to Melody about the drawing. My cock was rock hard against Lissa’s ass, just from giving her a little massage. Lissa squeezed her cheeks together around my trapped cock. Melody looked up at us and smiled. She reached over and began working on Lissa’s left leg. This was no playful stroking, but some serious massage. Lissa was tight as a drum and after about ten minutes with her leaning against me and being rubbed by the two of us, she was beginning to melt.
I went to the kitchen to get her a bottle of water. When I got back, Melody and Lissa were in front of my setting looking at the drawings I’d done of Melody two weeks ago. I could just see Lissa positioning herself as she looked at the drawing. She raised a hand above her head, then looked at the setting and switched hands. She twisted a little one way, then the other.
When Lissa had finished her water and was ready to go back to work, we talked about the pose and what I wanted to capture.
“I think I’ve got the body position down,” Lissa said. “But there’s something…” She went over to stand in front of the daybed. She looked at it, repositioned a pillow slightly and turned back toward us. “I think you are going to have to show me exactly how you got that expression on her face.”
I looked at Melody and she grinned at me. I smiled.
“It will take a little time, but I think we can put that smile on your face,” I said. Lissa bit her lower lip coyly. Melody and I advanced on her.
We had all weekend for sketching.
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