Chapter 5: All Together Now!

Carl leaves it for me to lock up when he leaves for work. The last thing I do before heading out the front door is to slip my yellow sun dress and my sandals back on. I take a detour on the way home and stop by the art gallery. The owner, Pam, a cheerful chubby Filipina greets me with a warm hug, and hands me a check. I’ve sold two small originals and several prints over the last week. It’s not earth-shattering, but it will help pay the rent. I look around, and see that several of my paintings are prominently displayed. They do look nice. For the most part, they are idyllic rural scenes, usually with a single, lonely looking human figure somewhere lost in the grass or brush, or on a dirt road. No nudes, all are dressed in rather classical Mediterranean style, like a shy Maxfield Parrish, but oilier. It’s a recognizable style, but to me now there seems to be a sameness in all of them.

There are other works on display, other artists. Some of the paintings are larger, some more expensive. I’ve been warned not to compare myself with others, but it’s hard not to do that here. They are all very good. Some are landscapes, some are city scenes, some are nudes. Some are boldly erotic. I like their boldness, their flaunting of the rules of decency, some even flaunting the rules of composition as I understand them.

As I stare at the boldest, most graphic painting of all, a wide-open hairy pussy in garish colors, with a hand hanging limp to the floor, barely grasping what appears to be a used dildo, a tinkle from the door tells me that someone else is entering the gallery. I hear voices, and turn to see a petite, almost waif-like, young red headed girl, standing at the counter talking to Pam. She pulls back an envelope, and I understand she’s another artist collecting a commission. I turn my attention back to the painting, and a minute later I notice her standing beside me.

“Do you like that one?” she asks, nodding at the brazen piece of erotica on the wall.

“I like it a lot. I was just wishing I had the nerve to paint something like that.”

“If it was a self-portrait I don’t think I could do it either. Good thing I had a friend to model for me.”

“Oh, that’s yours? It’s really nice, I love it.” I look at her more closely, and suddenly, maybe for the first time, I feel old. She must be younger than Sonia.

She sees the envelope in my own hand with a look of recognition. “Which ones are yours?” she asks.

I point mine out to her, and she smiles appreciatively. “I like the mood of those,” she says. “The landscapes look so cheerful, as if they’re protecting the sadness of the lady hiding in them.”

That had not been my idea when composing them, but I suddenly see they can be interpreted that way. Even more, I’m starting to feel differently about my past work, and more sure of the changes I want to make in my next piece.

We introduce ourselves, she calls herself Hera. We laugh at the shared Greekness of our origins. “What other paintings do you have here?’ I ask.

“No other paintings, I normally do ceramic sculpture. The painting was a big, ambitious experiment, but I’m more comfortable doing porcelain figurines.”

She points at a group of beautiful translucent nudes in one corner, all in poses of joy and movement, looking upwards as if invoking the Goddess. Most of them have their legs at least partly open, and as well as the scale will permit, their labia and vaginal openings are shaped in realistic detail. One of the nudes is a male, half-reclining, looking with an admiring expression at the women, his porcelain cock seeming to just be coming to life.

“This is wonderful! I exclaim. “You love erotica, don’t you?”

“Guilty,” she laughs. “I live for it!”

I dash up to the counter. It would be dangerous to stay longer. I grab one of my business cards from the stacks reserved for featured artists and hand it to Hera. “Call me. Soon. I mean it!” I leave quickly.

At home, I throw off my minimal clothing and rush to the computer. More clearly than ever, I know what I want to do. Gone is the last trace of the Little Mermaid. I will have a Goddess of the Sea, a bringer of love and beauty, but not innocence. She will gather men and women together in her nets, and pleasure herself by enticing them to pleasure one another.

I have no idea whether I can really bring it off.

Some of the detail studies can be used as is, some I have to toss out and start over. I lose no time doing so, however. I’m as inspired as I’ve ever been, and I work quickly. I think of the figure that I want. There’s no doubt this Goddess will be naked. Not just nude, but naked. She will be a temptress.

I browse the internet, searching for nude models that I can template. There are a few worth a second look, but not many. Either the poses, the bodies, the faces, the hair, something is always not quite right. Of course I can mix and match, and of course I will, but...

No, there’s only one body that can be the Goddess I need for this particular scene. She’ll have to be me. I open up the local folders, and pour through the various nude photos that Taylor and Carl and Henri, and more recently Sonia and Jo, have taken of me. I briefly pause on some of Sonia’s images. My god she’s beautiful! I’ll have to get her to model for me, if I can afford her.

But for this work, I need to be my own Goddess. It’s become important to me. I pick out some poses, realize I need some angles that don’t exist on my hard drive. I set up my camera and tripod, and quickly take a few dozen shots. A couple of them are usable. As I arrange them, I’m gad that my pussy is shaved. My Goddesses will always have shaved pussies. Maybe like a more risque’ Maxfield Parrish!

By early afternoon I have the composition blocked out. The natural landscape is still there, of course, that’s too much a part of me to abandon. This one has cliffs, gentle surf, a beach, and a rock on which the Goddess has made her throne. She’s much more prominent than the women in my previous paintings, and of course, much more naked and wanton. The basics of my 3D rendering come quickly, of course it will take more time to flesh it out completely. But I’m almost ready to start the actual painting.

No sooner does the thought form itself in my mind than I hear the doorbell. I must have been in a zone, I completely lost track of time. I run to the door, not knowing who to expect, but knowing that whoever it might be will enjoy my naked, horny body. And I am suddenly aware of just how horny I am. I fling the door open. It’s Taylor! Wonderful!

I fling my arms around his neck, fling my body up on to him, and kiss his mouth hard and long. “Come inside you motherfucker! Shut the door behind you. And get out of these damned clothes!”

Taylor obeys willingly and promptly. As soon as he flings his clothes into the living room I kneel down and take his aircraft carrier of a cock into my mouth. I want it, I want it hard, and I want it wet. “Remember, don’t cum yet,” I instruct him. Hold out a little longer. I want everybody here before the jizz starts to flow.”

Within a few minutes he has me on all fours facing the door, while he kneels behind me and shoves his cock in. There’s resistance, but only the kind that involves muscles tightening around his shaft and giving him just the right mix of friction and slipperiness. I almost miss the sound of the doorbell over my orgasm as the force of Taylor’s pounding explodes into my brain. I hear it on the second ring.

“Come in, the door’s open!” I pant as loudly as I can. I’m sure the sound of my orgasm was louder.

Jo and Joe come in, although there’s barely room for them to stand between the door and the two writhing bodies on the floor just beyond it. Seeing them triggers another intense orgasm, or maybe just a continuation of the first. Joe shuts the door with a smile, and moves forward to stand directly over me. He reaches his arm down to Taylor, who pauses his thrusting just enough to take his hand in greeting.

“You must be Taylor,” he grins. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you!”

“And I’m seeing some good things about you!” Jo chimes in.

I finally gasp deeply enough to be able to find a voice. “Well don’t just stand there! Get those fucking clothes off! Just toss them into the living room on the left.”

When they reappear, they are beautifully naked, and Joe is beautifully erect.

“I know what I want to do with that. Bring it over here!” I demand, and Joe obediently positions himself before my grimacing face. I can arch my back, push up on my fingertips, and crane my neck just enough to reach his cock as he pushes it downward to meet me. It’s not particularly comfortable, but I feel like the ultimate porn star, and my life’s energy is swelling and bursting inside me.

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable is we did this in the next room where we have more room?” Joanne breaks the spell, maybe feeling a little neglected but absolutely correct. Taylor pulls out of me, and we both stand. Now he can at least introduce himself to Jo, and she hugs him close, making sure his hard, wet sloppy cock is in full contact with her belly.

Now that we’re up, the next priority is drinks, and food as well. Taylor heads to the refrigerator and the rest of us make ourselves comfortable in the living room. A nice spread ends up on the coffee table, and the four of us sit on the floor, eating, drinking and chatting. The atmosphere is less intensely sexual, but just as pleasant.

We don’t get very far before the doorbell rings again, followed immediately by an insistent knocking.

“Doors open, come in!” I repeat as loud as I can. (Louder now than last time). As I expected, it’s Henri and Sonia.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,” begins Henri, but he’s quickly drowned out by Sonia’s squeal of “Oh, god, look at these lovely people!”

“Not another word from either one of you until you get out of your clothes. Only naked people are allowed to socialize here!” I order.

Jo laughs, “I’m beginning to understand how your mind works, Tethys. I love it!”

Neither Sonia nor Henri is wearing anything difficult to remove. As soon as she’s naked, Sonia approaches Taylor and stands in front of him, legs splayed out a bit more than shoulder length, the lipline of her cunt just above his eye level.

“Taylor, shame on Tethys for not introducing us earlier. Now I know why she was trying to keep you to herself! Now stand up here and introduce yourself properly!”

Taylor stands and offers her his hand in greeting.

“That’s not a proper introduction, where are your manners! Give Sonia a big hug and squeeze her black ass!” she scolds. “That’s better.” She steps back and gives him a standing once over. “My, my, that’s one fine hunk of man. Tethys told me about your special cock, and it is a beauty! I can’t wait to try it on for size!”

She turns to Joe and Jo. “Hey, you guys, I’m so glad we got you to visit us so soon. You’re a beautiful couple! Let me know if I’m coming on too strong, I kind of get ahead of myself sometimes. I don’t want to chase you guys off. Damn, Joe, you’re a nice one!”

Joe is standing at full attention, his cock had burst to life almost as soon as Sonia had entered the room.

“I think he likes you,” Joanne chuckles. “Don’t worry Sonia, we’re going to get along fine.”

“I’m more pleased to meet you than you’ll ever know,” Joe responds, spreading his arms and hoping for a hug. He gets a big, tight, naked one.

“Oh, I already know, Mr. Subtle,” she smiles. “Yep, your wife’s right. We’re gonna get along great!” She throws herself at Joanne and gives her a big, long hug.

Meanwhile, I’ve moved over to Henri. I stand on my tiptoes to kiss his lips, then settle back on my heels to place a kiss and a quick nibble on his right nipple. I wrap my left arm around the back of his ass, and reach across with my right hand to grab the base of his cock. My two lower fingers are flicking his freshly shaved scrotum, my thumb massages his pubes, and my index and middle fingers take on the bottom of the shaft. He responds just the way I like. I enjoy bouncing the whole thing up and down. With his enormous size, he doesn’t get quite as rock hard as Carl or Taylor, or now Joe, which means that when I give it an up-and-down whip, there’s a sinusoidal wave that travels the length and gives it a little snap at the tip. I love that.

Henri quickly greets Taylor with “hey, my man, good to see you!”, and I lead him over to Jo and Joe, still flipping his cock up and down. Henri handles it gracefully, and extends his hand first to Joe.

It’s great to meet you, Joe. I hope you feel as welcome here as we all do. Tethys is a wonderful hostess, as you can see.” I laugh along with Joe and Jo.

I let his cock go to give him clearance to hug Joanne. She’s been fixated with the view between his legs, and now as he speaks she’s forced to look up at his face. Her eyes are unfocused and dreamy.

“Joanne, it’s so nice to meet you. You have a mysterious beauty, exotic and erotic, and I’m completely entranced by you.”

Jo melts into his arms.

The atmosphere is getting distinctly steamy when the doorbell rings once more, almost softly. “Come on in, Carl!” I yell.

He comes in wearing only a pair of cargo shorts and flip flops. I don’t have to tell him to undress. They’re flung off almost before the door shuts behind him. Sonia is sitting on the couch with Taylor, one arm around his shoulders and one slowly exploring the unusual structure of his penis. I have to suppress a laugh at her dilemma. At the sight of Carl she almost drops Taylor’s cock, and her mouth falls open. She recovers in a couple of seconds, gives Taylor a few re-assuring tugs, and stands up to be the first to greet Carl.

I see Carl is equally speechless, but of course that’s less of a leap for him. I quickly take up Sonia’s position beside Taylor to keep his cock busy, and he rewards me with some very sweet kisses and caresses of his own. Jo now has both her hands busy, one on Henri’s huge meat and one on her husband, Sonia is squeezing Carl’s ass with one hand and switching between exploring his arms, his chest, and his foreskin with the other.

We’re all here, and I call the meeting to order. “Hey, guys ... and gals! Listen up! Looks like everybody’s getting along, and that’s good. We’re all nice, clean, sexy people here, so no reason for anybody to be bashful. You can pair up, group up, switcheroo, whatever you want. There’s more food and drink in the kitchen. We can all play here, or in the bedroom, or the kitchen, or the studio, or anywhere we want. I just have one rule, just for today, and I’m serious about it.”

“What’s that?” asks Sonia, with a tip of her head and a wiggle of her naked perfect hips.

“It’s for the men. Guys, I’ve been telling you not to cum the last couple of days. Did you obey?”

“Yes, mother,” laughs Henri. Surprisingly, they all claim to have been good.

“Good. I’m proud of all of you. We’ll fix that shortly, but not yet. No ejaculation until I give the word. Keep your semen in your prostate, or wherever you store it.”

“I keep mine in a gallon jug beside the bed,” snides Taylor.

“What, your prostate?” Joe quips.

“Nice,” I respond. “I don’t care if you’re fucking, sucking, hand jobbing, being fucked, being sucked, being hand jobbed or anything else. If you feel like you’re getting ready to cum, cum see me. It’s important. This is for art! Jo, Sonia, do you girls think you can help me enforce this?”

The women nod, but look puzzled. “It’s only the first time,” I add. Once the men have had that first ejaculation, I’m sure they’ll be capable of a couple more loads each. They’re free to use those as the situation warrants.”

“For art,” says Jo. “For art!” squeals Sonia. I stand and join them. “For art!” I yell, and we do a three-way high five. The men look at each other and shrug.

The party gets off to a good start. It’s my first group sex encounter, and I’ve been worried about what will happen. Taylor and Carl are new at this too. Jo and Joe, and Henri and Sonia are old hands, though, and they are capable hands indeed. No one is neglected, even though there are four men and three women. I get a good ten-minute fucking from Henri, on my knees on the living room floor, while getting my first chance to fully suck Joe’s cock. It’s the smallest of the four, although by no means lacking, but I’m surprised by its sweet taste. There must be something in their diet. I’m doubly convinced after having a go at Joanne’s pussy. Hers is only the second pussy I’ve ever tasted after Sonia’s, and the taste is deliciously different. Not that Sonia’s isn’t delightful itself, but they are noticeably different undertones amid the sticky, musky flavor and aroma bouquet. I could get used to making women a more regular part of my experience, I think. I’ve never before thought of myself as bisexual, but this is sure coming easy. I’m a lucky girl.

I look about and watch Sonia straddling Carl, and giving him a wild ride. His face is hilariously ecstatic. Taylor has his wide cock positioned halfway down Jo’s throat as I eat her, and Joe is fucking me from behind. Henri is sitting back for the moment, relaxing, stroking his massive cock slowly while I enjoy the view. “You’re next,” I think to myself as Joanne starts to shake and shriek.

Our group has a fair bit of collective endurance. It’s about a half hour before Carl is the first to beg for mercy.

“I’m going to cum!” his voice tremors as he suddenly pulls out of Jo’s pussy, which he has been entertaining for the last several minutes.

“Get over here, you horny motherfucker!” I say encouragingly. Then I bring out my secret weapon – a small mason jar that’s been sitting unobtrusively on a side table.

“Cum in my mouth, boy!” I order as I slide my lips over his slippery, slimy member. I can taste both Jo and Sonia on him, as well as his own sweet precum. I work my tongue under his foreskin, wiggling it back and forth over the top of his covered glans, a move that I know is irresistible for him. Immediately he spews a huge spurt of semen under my tongue. Most of it flows into the main pocket of my mouth, but a little bit seeps out over my upper lip. I need to catch that. I roll it around my mouth, mixing it with as much saliva as I can produce. When I feel like I need to swallow, I pick up the jar and spit into it, the whole volume of mixed saliva and semen. I love the way it looks in there, lustrous, creamy, with opalescent translucent streaks.