Myths and Gargoyles by Jamie Hawke (interesting books to read in english txt) 📕

caressing me again, hand on my shaft as she slid it back into her. I shivered and said, “I guess that’s a yes,” and then we were rocking the bed, slowly at first and then faster. Then, remembering that we were the subject of art and that I couldn’t let art down, I took Pucky’s legs and draped them over my shoulders, slapping her ass as I went deeper.

She yelped and held out a hand, but when I hesitated she said, “Don’t stop.”

“I just—”

“Don’t stop,” she repeated, face contorted in what I took to be pain, but if she liked it, who was I to argue. So I kept going to the sounds of her moaning, “It’s so deep, oh, it’s soooo deep.” She let out a long, wordless moan as she gripped the sheets, then let go of them to grab my hair and pull, so that I imagined I felt some of the pain mixed with pleasure she was experiencing.

She released me, but suddenly flipped me with some sort of judo-like technique. Now she was on top of me, gasping, breasts swaying as she moved up and down, my cock sliding in and out. I grabbed her breasts, caressing them, loving and adoring them with my hands and eyes. I wanted every moment of this to be stuck in my mind forever. But then she let out a sudden surprised yelp as paint splashed across her chest.

For a split-second, she paused, confused, and looked down to see it—green.

“Don’t stop,” Elisa said, grinning, and now we were both confused as Elisa splashed paint again, this time blue across my chest. When we looked at her she smiled, lowered her shirt so that her perky, petite breasts were exposed, and took a tube of white paint and squeezed it onto her breasts. Then she started rubbing it around as she repeated, “Don’t stop.”

This lady was a freak. And… it was kinda sexy.

I pulled Pucky down onto my cock as I rocked my hips. She gave me a confused look but then the pleasure hit her again and she was back at it. More paint hit us, but now we didn’t care. Then Elisa was on the bed, dressed only in her panties, caressing us with paint from a palette at her side, then rubbing the paint from us while we fucked and wiping it onto herself.

At one point between moans Pucky reached out for her, but Elisa took her hand and gently guided it behind her back and down to my balls and left it there. I looked at Pucky, admiring the graceful arch in her back and the way her breasts lifted even higher as she stayed bent backwards to fondle my balls while riding me. Elisa followed up with more paint on my legs, close to my balls, but stopping just short and going back again.

“This is my most beautiful painting yet,” Elisa said, “I don’t want it to be anything more than that. Not this time.”

As weird as it all was, looking up at Pucky as she rode me and then at Elisa’s mostly nude body, both covered in various colored streaks of paints, it was a new level of being turned on like I’d never experienced before.

“Now from behind,” Elisa said, scooting back to make room. “With her lying flat, legs together so your hips are slapping up against her ass.”

Pucky didn’t give me a weird look this time, just went for it. As I straddled her from behind, loving the way her curves welcomed me, Elisa took a nice handful of paint and rubbed it along my pelvic bone, again stopping just short of my cock, and then sat back, taking the paint and rubbing it along her breasts. She gave me a look as if granting me permission to begin, which I found so strange yet equally hot. Bringing my cock down between Pucky’s thighs, I helped guide it until I found that now familiar wet opening, slowly slid myself in, and then started thrusting, pounding, and enjoying the feeling of the paint as it splattered across her ass and the sheets.

I put my weight on one arm, the other reaching underneath her to massage her clit as I thrust, and then it started. Pucky was moaning and Elisa was laughing, telling us to go faster, harder, for Pucky to let it all out, not hold anything back.

Pucky screamed and shouted my name. Elisa told her, “More!”

“Ram me!” Pucky shouted. When I did, she yelled, “Ram me with that huge cock! Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee.” She gripped the bed, arched her back and held that position as her pussy clenched around me, and then she released, falling limp, and shuddering.

“Now cum on her back,” Elisa said, and looked toward the doorway, “with her help.”

I turned to see Red there, staring at us with her eyes as wide as they could possibly go.

“You want me…?” Red said, looking over her shoulder as if there might be someone else there. “To… finish him?”

“Just with your hand.”

“You all… you’re nuts,” Red said, but she hadn’t left yet. She was looking at me, then Pucky, then Elisa. With a deep breath that caused her ample breasts to rise and fall, very much in my area of attention now, she agreed, “Fine.”

Pucky turned slightly to be able to watch, but didn’t say anything. I found her hand, took it, and squeezed. If she didn’t want this, she would squeeze back, I told myself. Instead, she caressed my hand affectionately, and I slid out of her slowly as Red approached.

Red looked down at my hard cock, nodded, pursed her lips, and said, “It’s a nice cock.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, but was glad to see I didn’t have to. She didn’t undress or anything, but simply moved the sheets around so she wouldn’t get paint on her, approached me on the bed, sat cross-legged at my side, then started jacking me off.

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