Katherine Ch. 15-16

Posted: September 30th, 2009 | Author: Sidney | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

“The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.”

*Chapter 15

The Group Shot*

But then a couple of days before the afternoon and evening we had all set aside for the photographic session Katherine brought our personal activities to a sudden end. ‘Just stay away between now and the shoot please darling. And make sure you get plenty of rest. I want you in peak condition, if you know what I mean.’ she said in an unusually serious tone of voice.

She laughed when I suggested that continuing training would be a greater benefit, but as she was obviously determined, I reluctantly agreed, deciding to spend the time doing even more work on the by then nearly finished painting of her.

I had taken my original idea for the pose from the famous Goya painting of ‘The Naked Maja’, but using a photo-realistic technique and altering the angle of the figure so Katherine’s adorable pussy was the viewer’s centre of focus. And knew that just because of that if it had been for public display it would be immediately classified as being nothing more than soft porn. But I suppose in my mind, apart from being an attempt to capture both her loveliness and her strong sexuality, it was also an effective reversal of Katherine’s normal role. Instead of seeing other people’s naked bodies through her lens, it was her turn to be seen by others, even if that was only a limited, and very select few.

Blocking the bottom right hand corner was a dark, blurry shape that was still obviously the back of a man’s head, and other than that, and part of one other very small object, the back-ground drapes and the lounge she was sitting on, there was just Katherine, virtually life-size.

She was semi reclining, a position that allowed me to paint the full, upcurving shape of her breasts, with one leg thrust straight out in front of her, its foot breaking through the frame of the picture. The other leg was bent at the knee, and tilted to one side so her pussy was completely exposed. Her eyes were open, looking straight down at the viewer, and as well as the invitingly expectant look I had managed to give them, her mouth was slightly open in a small but still seductively suggestive smile.

Because of my own particular fixation I had of course paid special attention to her hands. One arm followed the line of her outstretched leg, the hand lifted and the fingers in the act of beckoning the viewer forward to her. The other was draped along the side of the lounge, the hand and fingers curled, just as they would be if she was already holding and caressing a fully engorged penis.

I had known from the outset that one of my biggest problems would be capturing the colour of her hair and it had taken several re-workings to get it right. At first each time I tried to highlight its distinctive coppery auburn colour I lost too much of its depth of tone, but I finally cracked it and was genuinely pleased with the result. And that was particularly true of the way I thought I had been able to capture the less lustrous, but to me even more erotically stimulating, triangular mat of pubic hair.

When painting her pussy I had deliberately created some confusion or conflict in a careful viewer’s mind, making the outer lips darkly swollen, poutingly open, glistening with a moist slickness. And above, just peeping from the hood, the pale pink tip of her clitoris. Had she already been made love to, and needed still more? Or was she so excited by the prospect that she’d been unable to control her body’s reactions?

For background colour I had taken one of the darker tones I had used in painting her hair, subtly mirroring its shades and highlights in the fall of the folds. And the other, smaller object was just my idea of an in-joke. On the floor, tucked away behind one corner of the lounge, was just part of the strap and lens cover of a camera.

Bringing the painting close to completion successfully filled the days and nights we were spending apart, but although things were fine while I was concentrating on the work, whenever I stepped back to check, and saw her lying there, waiting for me, my enforced chasteness was tested to the limit. Many, many times I felt my cock stiffening as I stood looking at her, thinking about her, remembering the things she had done with me. And on several occasions the need grew so strong I was sorely tempted to reduce the aching pressure by simply masturbating right there in front of her.

But I somehow managed to restrain myself, both then, and later, in bed, using thoughts of the times we would soon have together as an incentive to suppress the urgency of what I was feeling.

Then the day of the shoot arrived and although I wasn’t needed until mid-afternoon and there was still work to do on the painting, I found it impossible to concentrate. So, rather than risk spoiling something I had already done, I gave up and simply mooched around, doing odd mindless chores in the flat.

All I could think of was what was going to actually happen later. And I admit that in spite of the feelings I’d been coping with about Katherine, the idea of seeing both Kerrie, and much more importantly, Belinda, or as I knew I had to force myself to think of her, Lizzie, naked, was all too frequently the centre of those thoughts.

I’d had a late lunch and was tidying the kitchen when Katherine rang. ‘Have you started yet?’ I asked.

‘Sort of, the girls are both here, they’re just getting to know each other at the moment, while I finish setting up. There’s another girl helping me, Debbie, she’ll be doing the technical stuff Lizzie did last time, but staying strictly behind the cameras. How are you?’

‘Fine darling, I’ve been missing you badly though, so I’ll be glad when this is all over.’ I said with feeling.

‘I know what you mean, maybe enforced abstinence wasn’t such a good idea after all. Never mind, just a few more hours now, and I know it’s all going to be well worth it.’

‘I certainly hope so. What time do you want me there?’

‘Give us another hour or so please, there are some preliminary shots I want to do, and by then I think the girls should be in the mood for something a bit more serious.’

We had a few more brief words and then hung up, then I made myself some tea and sat flipping through a magazine before heading for the shower and starting to get ready for the main event.

Katherine had given me a key so I could let myself in without disturbing whatever was going on in the studio and I made my way through to there as quietly as possible. However, my caution was quite unnecessary because when I went in I found the four women standing together, chatting as they sipped glasses of wine.

‘Ah, the man!’ Katherine said when she saw me. ‘Come and join us Craig, have a glass of wine, meet my sister, and the invaluable Debbie.’

Kerrie and Lizzie were wearing long robes, Kerrie’s obviously made from something like hand painted silk, while Lizzie’s was simply printed cotton. But although Kerrie was undoubtedly as attractive in the flesh as she had been in the photographs I had seen of her, even in the less attractive gown, it was Lizzie who my eyes kept returning to.

Although by comparison with many top class dancers, who in my view end up looking more like stick insects, Kerrie was obviously a woman. But, perhaps because I knew her sexual proclivities, to me there seemed to be a brittleness about her attractiveness, a sense that much of it would wash off in the shower. And for whatever other reasons Katherine had selected Debbie, it certainly wasn’t for her looks. She was tall and the sort of person who manages to convey a sense of ungainliness, even without moving. With a face best described as plain. Someone who all her best friends would describe with faint praise, as having a beautiful personality.

So, with the light cotton robe clinging to various parts of the body beneath, and subtle make-up bringing out the features on her youthfully lovely face, of the three of them, it was Lizzie who won the attractiveness stakes, hands down.

‘Should I get changed now?’ I asked.

‘No, have this, and let’s get to know each other first.’ Katherine replied, handing me a glass of wine.

I took a sip, and although there was something odd about the flavour I made no comment and did my best to join in the conversation that soon restarted. But I couldn’t easily get past the unease I felt in that peculiar situation. There we were, chatting as though we had met at some cocktail party, when behind us was all the paraphernalia that reminded us we would soon all be rolling around stark naked.

Debbie too seemed to be having some difficulties, but perhaps for completely different reasons, constantly glancing anxiously around at the equipment, as though she expected to find it had suddenly developed a variety of faults.

But by the time I had finished the wine, and the top-up Katherine gave us all, I was feeling less tense and when she took my hand and led me away to change, I started to look forward to whatever was to follow,

‘It’s gone very well so far, even better than I hoped.’ she said once we were out of ear-shot of the others. ‘Kerrie tended to come on a bit too strong at first, I think she thought she was going to immediately have her way with Lizzie. But she calmed down after a bit. Lizzie looks great, doesn’t she.’

‘She certainly does, it’s amazing what a touch of make-up can do. Well I think Debbie might need more than just a touch.’ I added with a grin.

‘Yes she missed out in the beauty stakes, but -’

‘I know, she has a beautiful personality.’ I interrupted.

She laughed. ‘But she actually does Craig, but more importantly, she’s a whiz with the techie stuff. After a few more years experience she’ll be quite brilliant. But now, let’s get you organised my darling.’ she said as she pulled the curtain closed behind us.

‘Have you been a good boy, kept your hands off yourself?’ she asked, giving me a mischievous grin.

‘With difficulty, yes.’

‘Well I’ll just have to make it up to you somehow, won’t I.’ she replied as she started to unbutton my shirt. ‘Unlike last time we did this I’m not going to work through the night, I’ll leave all that until tomorrow. So once we’ve finished and the girls have gone, we’ll have all the time we need.’

That prospect alone was more than enough to rouse my interest, having her fingers trailing down over my chest once she had opened my shirt, provided extra stimulus, and I felt my cock responding. So when she then dropped to her knees and started unzipping my trousers I felt it almost instantly thickening, and by the time we had got everything off it was starting to look the way she wanted it to.

‘Ah yes! That’s what I like to see.’ she whispered, smiling up at me. ‘A good healthy response from dear Mr Reliable.’ she added as she reached up to stroke it.

The cool touch of her fingers did the rest, and within a matter of seconds she could see that if she continued she would soon give me a full erection. ‘Not just yet darling.’ she said softly as she dropped her hands. ‘We don’t want to waste all that energy too quickly. Just slip these on please, then you can put a robe on.’ she added, handing me a pair of silk boxer shorts before leaving to rejoin the others.

I heard her quickly organising them and when I went out I found both Lizzie and Kerrie waiting for me. They had removed their robes and although they weren’t naked they might just as well have been, wearing only a matching pair of totally transparent slip-like things, Kerrie’s knee-length, Lizzie’s much shorter.

As I took off my robe both pairs of eyes dropped to my crotch and whilst Kerrie’s face remained almost impassive, I saw a look of distinct interest appear on Lizzie’s. That both calmed my understandable nervousness and gave me a much needed ego boost as I went across to join them.

Katherine took a series of shots of us dressed like that and although I could make little sense of their supposed context I did exactly as she asked. And, as from time to time Lizzie’s fluttering fingers added to what the feel of the silk brushing against me was doing, I quickly developed and then maintained a reasonably healthy erection.

Once that set was finished Katherine moved us across to a bed she had set up on the far side of the studio and while she and Debbie made slight alterations to the lighting, asked the girls to strip.

Although the slips had really hidden nothing of their bodies, I found that just seeing them naked added to what I was already feeling, especially when I looked at Lizzie.

Kerrie was taller, her body made leaner by the rigours of her constant training. And although if there had been no others to compare them with I would have found her breasts tempting, on the small side, but beautifully shaped, with small, rosy-pink nipples, having Lizzie’s alongside meant there was no choice to be made.

When I had seen her the previous time, in her leotard, I’d known her body would be quite lovely. Having had a better chance to see more of it during the preceding poses fully justified that opinion. But seeing her naked literally made my mouth water. She had a figure that would tempt even the most devoutly celibate.

Perhaps in anticipation of my capacity to maintain and erection proving unreliable, the three of them had obviously planned and rehearsed most of the poses Katherine wanted. And although not exactly to numbers, and Katherine made minor adjustments as we progressed, they moved from one to another with assured confidence.

Although I knew that what I was watching was supposedly no more than play-acting, there was no mistaking the under-current of sexuality flowing between the two of them, especially that coming from Kerrie. She took every opportunity the various poses gave her to truly caress Lizzie’s lithe body, and, from time to time to whisper softly to her. Whatever she was doing and saying obviously began to affect the younger girl, her stiffened nipples and slightly flushed face attesting to her gradual arousal.

Of course Katherine made no attempt to stop the subtle but all too obvious seduction that was going on, whatever happened between the two of them was their choice, and in the meantime Lizzie’s response would just improve the realistic-ness of the final photographs.

Although in one part of my brain I wished it had been my hands and tongue that were doing what Kerrie’s were, in another the vicarious excitement was having a quite predictable effect. Adding something extra to all that were the decorative masks Katherine had given us to wear. They were quite small, covering just the upper half of our faces, sufficient to conceal our identities without being visually, or physically intrusive. But in fact, even in reality I found they managed to add a hint of mystery to the girls, making what I was watching just that much more erotically stimulating.

So although my role in those early shots was merely to stand in the background, showing off the bulge in the silk shorts, it wasn’t long before my full and straining erection was making that ostentatiously large.

While Katherine was giving us numerous words of encouragement, taking shots and directing traffic, so to speak, Debbie was moving almost ghost-like from one piece of equipment to another, adjusting cameras and lights with a quiet efficiency. So although I lost count of how many pictures Katherine took we got through that part of her programme remarkably quickly.

‘OK, time for phase two now girls. Re-load all the cameras please Debbie, and Craig, you can slip your shorts off now.’ she suddenly called out.

Even though I had already been standing around with an all too obvious erection for some time, and the shorts had actually done absolutely nothing to conceal it, I still found the act of taking them off slightly embarrassing. But I did so, then wasn’t quite sure just what to do, just standing there with this quivering thing sticking up in front of me made me feel slightly ridiculous.

But Katherine’s voice quickly took that away. ‘Ah yes, the other star of the show finally makes his appearance! OK girls, you already know what to do, and I’ll show you what I want Craig.’ she added as she came and stood beside me.

‘You look fantastic darling!’ she whispered as her fingers slipped lightly up and down the length of the shaft. ‘I just wish we were finished already.’ she added, giving it a gentle squeeze before moving me around to the side of the bed.

Having given me a quick outline of the various poses she wanted, while continuing the light but very effective stroking, she returned to her cameras. From then on she just called out occasional instruction, most of the time leaving it up to the three of us to work out the details for ourselves. And given the somewhat weird circumstances, and especially the fact that none of us were professional models, we did that very well.

But the thing that really amazed me was my physical capacity.

Even allowing for the fact that Lizzie took every opportunity the various poses allowed her to give my cock or balls a few gentle caresses, I was surprised to find that I retained a full erection the whole time. Normally, though there was of course no ‘normal’ situation to compare with what was happening to me right then, there would have been times when it should have lost most, if not all of its stiffness. But although there were times when I could feel the quivering tension had risen even higher, all through the time it took to do what Katherine had asked us, it remained rock-hard.

When we had done all but the final, hopefully most dramatic few shots, I heard Katherine telling Debbie to get all the cameras re-loaded again. ‘And just double-check the digital video please. ‘I’ll need that to capture the last few frames.’ she added.

Unlike the previous period of time Katherine took a lot of care in getting us into precisely the right position for that series of photographs. Kerrie had to lie across the bed, her head extending beyond it so that Lizzie could position herself so her pussy was within reach of Kerrie’s tongue. And because she could be like that for some time, Katherine placed a cushioned stool beside the bed to support her neck, making sure it was completely out of camera shot. Then, once the two were comfortably set, I moved in to stand alongside Lizzie.

The context of those few critical photographs was that Lizzie was torn between the pleasures the girl on the bed was giving her, and seeing the effect of what she was doing for me as she stroked my cock. And adding just that extra touch of overt lasciviousness to the foreground was the way Kerrie had spread her legs wide apart, and was busily fingering her own fully exposed pussy.

I knew what was expected of me, and after all the time I had spent holding down my reactions to Lizzie’s intermittent caresses, as well as everything else that was going on around me, had no doubt I’d be able to perform for them. My balls were already tightly swollen from the semen that had been accumulating all that time, and when I glanced down I saw that just the feel of Lizzie’s slender fingers curling around the already over-heated shaft had made several drops of pre-cum starting oozing from it.

Katherine didn’t miss that either and I heard the whirring, clicking sound of various cameras immediately operating. But all that faded into an unimportant background when Lizzie, or Belinda, as I suddenly saw her again, looked up into my eyes, gave me a tender, understanding smile, and began stroking her hand back and forth.

Although I was somehow able to retain just enough physical control to hold the position Katherine needed me in, in every other sense I was lost to them all. The pressure I had until then been successfully holding down, suddenly rose with overwhelming force, forcing a deep, guttural grunt from me each time Belinda’s hand pushed down the powerfully throbbing length.

I felt her fingers tightening their grip, beginning to pump me much more determinedly, and had no idea, and really didn’t care what the others were doing. All I was conscious of was the urgently rising need to relieve the unbearable pressure still building inside myself.

Then through the roaring pounding sound that seemed to be filling my head, I heard Belinda’s whimpering cry as Kerrie’s tongue brought on the start of her orgasm. But although I felt her body shuddering as the tremors grew stronger, her hand never missed a beat, rhythmically taking me ever closer to mine.

And even when I finally exploded a minute or two later, she retained sufficient presence of mind to direct the powerful jets where Katherine had obviously asked her to, upwards. But that time, because I was blinded by the sheer force of the onset of that unbelievably powerful climax, I didn’t see the first two or three massive gouts actually erupting. All I was conscious of was the ecstatic, yet still excruciating pleasure-pain I got from each one.

It was only after that initial, totally blinding onset that I opened my eyes again, saw the mess those first few gobbets of semen had made when they struck, and then stuck to the under-side of Belinda’s breasts, then saw the smaller, yet still remarkably strong spurts my jerking cock was still pumping out. Then saw the way Belinda’s body was flexing as she struggled to hold her position while being gripped by her own orgasm. And heard the loud slurping noise Kerrie’s mouth and tongue were making as she intensified her efforts to make that as memorable as she possibly could.

Belinda, or rather, Lizzie and I both needed a couple of minutes to recover, standing there, gasping for breath, our bodies shaking and trembling from the effects of what we had experienced. But once the cameras had fallen silent Kerrie pushed herself back from between Lizzie’s legs, wiping the few drops of semen that had landed on her, and mumbling something about that being yet another reason why she preferred women to men.

Later, having washed ourselves down and slipped back into our robes, the five of us sat around, letting Katherine do most of the exuberant talking while we shared a bottle of wine.

But although I was pleased to hear the obvious excitement in her voice I was really too concerned about something else to pay too much attention to what she was saying. Although my cock had naturally subsided immediately after my climax it had not shrunk back to its normal, totally relaxed size. Instead it had remained at what’s commonly known as ‘half-mast’, remained still thickly swollen. And although I had both Katherine and Lizzie close by me, neither were making any overt display of themselves, yet even as we sat there I had felt it re-stiffening. Then, as though my simply being conscious of it had provided another trigger, I felt the familiar strong pulses of blood enlarging and hardening it.

So, knowing the robe I was wearing would provide no real concealment for it, when Kerrie and Lizzie went off to change into their clothes, and Debbie and Katherine busied themselves with the various pieces of equipment, I continued sitting there, wondering just what had given me such unusual potency.

Even though Katherine had told me she was going to leave all the processing work until the following day, and she certainly did nothing impolite, I somehow sensed that she was unusually anxious to have the girls leave. And when they had gone I understood why.

As she returned from seeing them out she was starting to get undressed, tugging off her T-shirt and unfastening, then removing her bra, then unzipping her jeans. ‘I need you to help me darling! Watching you perform has got me just too wound up. You don’t mind, do you?’

‘Far from it.’ I replied, standing up and slipping the robe down off my shoulders.

‘Oh shit! It worked! You look fantastic darling!’ she gasped, struggling to get her jeans off. ‘Come over to the bed.’ she added as she dragged her panties down.

‘What worked?’ I said as I went across the studio.

‘Tell you later. Lie down, let me kneel over you so you can suck me, please!’

I did as she’d asked, more than happy to do so, and even happier when she began slowly stroking my cock while I licked and sucked her always excitingly responsive pussy.

Although my cock was rock-hard and incredibly responsive to her touch, my reserves had been so depleted by the size of the previous orgasm that it took me ages to reach another. Not that either of us complained about that, it just gave us all that much more time to excite each other, and Katherine went through probably half a dozen or so before I erupted again. But when I eventually did it was with just as much force as before, only that time it all jetted straight down Katherine’s vacuuming throat.

Later, when we were lying quietly side by side I remembered what she’d said, and asked her what she had meant when she’d said, ‘it worked’.

She giggled. ‘Sorry darling, but I cheated a bit, just as insurance. Because Kerrie’s work schedule is so tight it was a bit difficult getting the girls together, and I didn’t want to have to start again, I mean if you responded too quickly to what was happening. If you know what I mean. So I added something to your first glass of wine. Some soluble Viagra.’

‘Viagra?’

‘You’re not angry at me, are you?’ she asked anxiously.

I gave a low chuckle. ‘Angry? No of course not. I remember thinking it had a slightly odd taste. But Viagra, well that’s a new experience, and it certainly accounts for what happened afterwards.’

‘What?’

‘When we sitting around after we had finished, my erection came back. Well as you saw when I was finally able to stand up.’

‘Yes you looked magnificent darling.’ she said softly as she let the memory of that sight return. ‘So you’d had it all the time we were sitting chatting.’

‘For most of it. That’s why I couldn’t get up to say goodbye to them when they left.’

She giggled again. ‘Poor thing, I’m sorry darling.’

‘No need to be, we certainly got the benefit of it just now.’ I replied, rolling over to kiss her again.

‘I wonder how long the stuff lasts.’ she whispered when we broke for air. ‘Maybe we should conduct an experiment, for purely scientific reasons of course.’ she added as her hand slid down between my legs.

We found that it worked just fine, or at least something did, and we had another, if anything even longer love-making session before we agreed we were both too tired to ‘experiment’ further, and then made our way slowly up to bed.

*Chapter 16

Equal Partners*

It was only the insistent ringing of the front door bell that finally woke us the following morning. ‘Oh shit, that’ll be Debbie!’ Katherine said, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she scrambled out of bed. ‘I asked her to come round and help me get started. Sorry lover, I’ll have to dash.’ she added, grabbing a robe and heading downstairs.

Guessing that once she’d let Debbie in she would head back up for the bath-room, I used that as excuse to roll over and get another half hour’s sleep, then had a quick wash and left them to get on with what they were by then totally engrossed in.

It took Katherine a few weeks to prepare a final set of prints that she was totally satisfied were of a sufficiently high standard to be sent off to her overseas agent, and I used that time to virtually complete the painting of her. Like most works, its never actually finished, but I learned very early on that successful artists somehow know when the right time has come to stop fiddling with it. It’s a very hard lesson for many to learn, but at some stage you just have to accept that the work is as good as you are able to get it.

However, although to my eye there were still a few flaws, when I looked at the work with what I hoped were somebody else’s, I couldn’t help feeling pleased with it. Certainly it was the best thing I had done to that stage, and I couldn’t really ask for much more than that.

As before, when I stood back and just looked uncritically, it got me aroused. Katherine was there. Every beautiful part of her looked as lovely as it did in real life. Her hair, eyes, mouth, breasts and pussy, all seemed to be just waiting for my kiss, waiting and ready for my hands to reach out and touch, stroke and fondle them. And then of course there were her hands and fingers, just as lovely, and just as patiently waiting to reach out and do those same things for me.

Although it would still need to be varnished and then framed I was finally prepared to let Katherine see it, and having come to that decision just couldn’t wait to see her reaction. And then, in a funny sort of way I found myself half hoping that she might either not like it, or at least not want it hanging in her own place, because that would mean I could keep it in mine.

But when I showed it to her a few days later she loved it, in fact she went into raptures about it, couldn’t stop heaping praise on me, told me I was a genius. And then started making excuses to visit just so she could continue to see it while I was taking it through the final stages of its completion.

Not that we wasted the other opportunities those visits gave us, and there was one of them, over a week-end, that helped us to - depending on which way it’s looked at - either; finally lay the ghosts of our separate but similar initial sexual experiences, or, cement the future of the physical aspects of our relationship.

It had been a couple of days since I had last seen her so I was even more thrilled than I might otherwise have been to get a phone call from her quite early on the Saturday morning. There was an unusual tone in her voice, a brittle edginess I hadn’t heard before, but I ignored that when I heard why she said she had called. ‘I’ve had it here Craig, well for a couple of days. My eyes are getting blurry from staring down into the light box and my head feels as though its stuffed full of chemicals. I really need a break, so do you think you could you put up with me for the week-end?’

Of course I said it was a silly question to ask, then told her that although I had to go out for a few groceries, as she already had my spare key she should come round whenever she was ready.

As I wanted to be sure we had enough supplies to see us right through the week-end the shopping took a bit longer than usual and so I wasn’t surprised to find that by the time I got back Katherine had already arrived. She had been standing in front of the painting but when she saw me struggling with all the shopping she came through to the kitchen to help me unpack it.

‘It looks as though you’ve got enough to provision a small army.’ she said.

‘Quite a few things have run down in the last couple of weeks and I didn’t want us to unnecessarily disturb whatever else might be happening by having to keep popping out for things.’ I replied with a knowing grin.

She said nothing for a few moments but I could tell from the look on her face that she was considering something so I just carried on unpacking the groceries, until she said. ‘It’s best if I get this out of the way right now. I’m afraid we’ll have to curtail some of our usual activities for a week or so.’

‘What do you mean?’ I asked, quite taken aback.

‘It’s just a small problem with my waterworks, it’s not uncommon, and because unusually frequent sex often triggers it it’s known as ‘honeymoon itch’. It’s nothing serious, just means I have to take some pills for a week or so, and while I’m on them we’ll have to refrain from actual intercourse.’

Although the news made me both concerned for Katherine’s well-being and disappointed about its implications it must have been the latter emotion she saw registering on my face because she quickly added. ‘It doesn’t mean we have to be totally celibate, well at least you don’t Craig. And in a funny sort of way it gives me an opportunity to say a very special thank you for the wonderful painting, a sort of thank you that very few other people would probably understand, but which is really special to us.’

Of course I had no idea what she meant, and said so. ‘We’ll have a week-end during which we’ll go back to where this all started, I’ll do the things you’ve said you have always liked best. With these!’ She explained with a mischievous smile as she lifted her hands in front of my face.

The penny dropped, her meaning was clear, but in case I hadn’t fully understood her intentions, Katherine added. ‘I intend to make sure that by Monday morning there’s not one single drop of come left in your body.’

And she did exactly that, spending much of the next thirty-six hours licking, caressing, stroking and pumping my seemingly almost insatiable cock, and more often than I would have previously imagined possible either spraying or swallowing far more semen than I ever thought I had in me.

Although the week-end became such a blurring haze of Katherine arousing me in various ways, followed by periods of intensely exciting stimulation and truly explosive climaxes that my memory finds it difficult to separate most of the orgasms from each other, there is one in particular that I’ll never forget.

We had come out of the bed-room for some R&R, Katherine’s definition of which was Refreshment and Recovery time, for me. Having made ourselves a sandwich and got something to drink we were sitting in the room I used as studio cum lounge room where the painting, which by then was all but finished, was angled across one corner of the room so the final touches I had made to it could dry evenly. Neither of us had bothered to dress ourselves, I was in an old bath-robe and Katherine was wearing a short, silk, kimono style wrap-around.

We ate without speaking for a little while, during which time I was happily still wallowing in the slowly fading echoes of the pleasure she’d given me a half an hour or so previously, then she broke the silence by asking me a semi-technical question about how I’d achieved a particular effect in her portrait. My explanation led to her making a comment about a similar problem in photography and we chatted about the comparisons and differences between the two crafts as we finished our sandwiches. Once we’d done so I took the plates and glasses out to the kitchen and when I returned she patted the cushion on the sofa beside her as she said. ‘Sit here, next to me darling.’

I did as she’d asked and once settled she leaned close and as she glanced across at the painting, said. ‘Tell me, while you were painting it, did you ever get aroused?’

‘Sometimes.’ I admitted. ‘Though when I paint I’m usually concentrating on the particular section I’m working on, although I’m aware of the rest of it, its sort of distant. A bit like having tunnel vision I suppose. But there were times, many times actually, when it was though you were actually here, that it was your actual body I was painting. It’s a bit hard to explain really, but during those times I nearly always got aroused, got an erection.’

‘I think I understand darling. It’s nice to know I could get to you even though I wasn’t here in the flesh.’ she added as she slid one hand across my stomach. ‘And did you ever get yourself off, I mean get so excited you simply had to do something about it?’

I’ve no idea why the question affected me the way it did, stirring the memory of the times that had happened, and with them, the feelings of guilt I’d for some reason experienced. I paused a moment before answering and heard myself mumbling when I actually said. ‘Yes, yes I did.’

‘Good, I like the idea of you doing that.’ she replied, her hand slipping slowly down along the top of one thigh. ‘And did you come?’

I just nodded dumbly, but she still had finished with me and in an obviously excited whisper she added. ‘And those times, did you get any messy splodges on the paint? I mean I know only too well how powerfully you can come when you’re really wound up, were you both excited and close enough to end up shooting some up on it?’

I felt myself actually reddening with embarrassment as I answered that particular question. ‘Yes, that too. I had to let it dry and then paint over it.’ I admitted.

‘Oh lovely!’ she squealed with delight. ‘You can show me the exact spot later. It’ll be another of our little secrets. Then whenever I look at it I’ll be able to think of your gorgeous cock spouting over me. Mmm, that’ll be wonderful!’ she whispered softly as I felt her fingers start to slowly slip down between my legs.

Just admitting to what I had done those times when the physical frustration of her absence had really got to me brought back some of the strength of feelings I’d experienced then, and that coupled with her enthusiastic response, plus the all too real feel of her fingers pressing down against me, re-fired the smouldering passion Katherine never failed to arouse in me. Even before the back of her hand grazed against it I was conscious of my cock slowly responding, and when it did, Katherine knew exactly what was happening.

‘Aaah, hello again.’ she whispered softly, moving her hand back and forth against it before pushing further up between my thighs, ignoring my thickening cock and simply slipping the tips of her fingers under my still limply dangling balls. ‘I hope these have been busy in the last hour or so, I’m expecting lots more of that lovely creamy stuff from them in a little while.’ she said as she stroked and then gently rolled each one in turn.

She continued doing that for a minute or two, then suddenly stopped, turned around to look back across the room behind her and said. ‘Yes I like that! What you just said, about getting excited while doing the painting, has given me a terrific idea. Just get up for a moment, let me organise things a bit better.’

Of course I had absolutely no idea what was going through her head but if Katherine said she’d had a good idea, that was good enough for me. So I got up, then helped her push the sofa around to where she said she wanted it, angling it slightly obliquely towards the portrait, then watched while she pulled the three large flat cushions off it. She placed one of them down immediately in front of the sofa and the other two, on top of each other, just a short distance away from it. ‘There that should do us nicely.’ she said when she’d finished make slight adjustments to the position of everything.

Then she came around and stood close to me, reaching one hand up around my neck and pulling my head down as she tilted hers upwards so she could kiss me, and as she did so, passionately, I felt her other hand reaching between the folds of my bath-robe, felt her fingers lightly closing round my cock. I was still a long way from having an erection but what she’d been doing before and then watching her moving things around, the flimsy silk falling open to allow me several stirring glimpses of her body beneath it, had re-aroused it. So when her fingers began moving up and down they were augmenting what had already been happening and as an increasing volume of blood began coursing down into it I felt it start to weakly pulse.

My arms had automatically slid around her, one hand combing through the hair on the back of her head while the other cupped and gently squeezed her bottom, so for a while we just stood there, kissing and fondling each other, neither in any rush, just allowing the feelings and tension between us to slowly grow and simmer.

I found there was something deeply enjoyable about that unhurried arousal, the almost leisurely pace was giving my body all the more time to react and respond, a greater opportunity to flood my system with pleasure-giving compounds. In addition to the tactile pleasures her hands were giving me there was the sheer joy of that sense of close togetherness, the tingling scent of her filling my nostrils, and of course her always stirring kisses. So although it was inevitable that as the tension grew, so would my cock, but, as though my body had somehow signalled that this time there was no urgency at first it did so just little by little.

But even so, working away at the back of my mind was the thought that Katherine had had an idea about doing something special for me. And even though I couldn’t imagine what part moving the sofa and cushions could have in that, that thought, coupled with the knowledge of what she was capable of, was in itself more than enough to trigger a rising sense of anticipation. And that sense, plus what all my others were experiencing was more than enough to trigger a steadily increasing rate of response, and like in any other man, most of that showed itself in just one place, in my cock.

As we stood there, her soft fingers continuing to slowly caress me I felt the pulse in my cock gradually strengthening, then the shaft, at first almost imperceptibly, lengthening and thickening. When Katherine felt that reaction she slightly increased the pressure of her fingers, curling them around it just a little more firmly before starting to push the still loose folds of skin back and forth. Needless to say, once started the effect all too quickly escalated and it wasn’t long before she was able to add to the sensations I was getting. At first she did that by pushing her other hand down between us, between us and up between my legs, and then also started rolling and gently squeezing my balls. But then she increased the pressure that was building inside me by slowly and gently rubbing the head of my stiffening cock up and down against the silky soft skin of her thigh.

Although I’d really been enjoying the pleasures of our previous undemanding embrace, as always, the pure magic of Katherine’s fingers worked their spell on me, well at least on my cock, and it took only a couple of minutes of that combination to have it once again strainingly erect.

For what was either her own, sometimes hard to understand pleasure, or perhaps it was just to make sure that the pressure she’d raised wasn’t suddenly going to drop again, but whatever her reasons, she kept me at that level for a little longer. But then, whatever her motivation had been, she stopped, moved back from me, and said. ‘Right, let’s get ourselves more comfortable darling.’

She had me sit down on the floor, well on the single cushion she’d put in front of the sofa, so I had it behind me to provide support, then splayed my legs wide apart and pushed the other two up between them. ‘Mmm, it looks really impressive at that angle.’ she said as she stared down at my vertically rearing cock. ‘I must try a few pictures of you like that that one day.’ she added as she stepped one foot on either side of my legs, then lowered herself down on to the cushions she’d positioned between them.

By then I was already gripped by two powerful emotions; the sexual tension she’d so skilfully created inside me, and the curiosity as to what she had in mind for us to do with it. And although the glimpse was brief, because her feet were spread so far apart, as she lowered herself down she gave me a third, a momentarily completely unobstructed view of her pussy. Of not only the neatly trimmed triangle of rich, bright coppery coloured hair, but also the sweet honey-pot of delights beneath it. So whether it was because of the physical tension she’d already built, or perhaps because she’d told me it was temporarily ‘off-limits’, but whichever, and as I said, although it was all too brief, at that moment I found the sight of it even more exciting than usual.

But then as she settled herself down on the cushions that stirring view was of course all but blocked off by the quiveringly swollen bulk of my cock. Once comfortable Katherine reached forward and pressed her hands lightly down against my thighs, and what she told me next finally let me know exactly what she’d been thinking, she said. ‘Now, while I take care of your physical reality you can drift off while you recall and relive whatever ideas went through your head when you were painting.’

A quick glance up over her shoulder confirmed the practicality of what she’d said. She’d positioned the sofa so precisely that I could see the entire portrait, and seeing it from that angle for the very first time made me realise that it was an even more ideal position than the one from which I’d actually painted it. Until that precise moment I would have said I knew everything there was to know about the painting, could have given the intention behind every subtle shift of colour, every single brush stroke. But seeing it from there made her pose even more seductively erotic than I’d always previously found it, and in some ways it was almost as though I was in fact suddenly seeing it for the very first time.

Her eyes were looking straight down into mine and both they and the seductively suggestive half smile on her mouth carried much more than just a hint of the pleasures it had always promised. And below them, below the mouth-wateringly upcurving swell of her breasts, were what would provide that. One hand lifted, its fingers beckoning to me, the other resting, waiting, but already curled to the shape of the cock that she fully expected would soon be filling it.

And, as though offering me an alternative to the unimaginably intense thrills those hands were always ready to provide, was her pussy. With one leg thrust straight forward and the other bent, its knee pushed to one side, I had clear, totally unobstructed view of it. In my head I ignored the doubt and conflict I’d set out to create when originally painting it, choosing to believe its condition had been brought on by what she was seeing, me, or at least the fully aroused state of my cock. The outer, darkly swollen lips poutingly open, already glistening with the moist slickness the sight of it had stimulated. The inner, paler pink entrance also showing, and above them, just peeping from under its hood, the already excitedly swollen tip of her clitoris.

But, as entrancing and stirring as that part of her was, given the strength of my long held personal predilection it’s not surprising that it was her hand that my gaze soon drifted back up to. And, as they refocused on those long, suggestively curled fingers I felt an electrifying bolt of pleasure shoot through me. It was as though those very same fingers were really closing around me, as though I could actually feel the cool, soft length of them gently encircling my quivering cock.

And of course I could, when she’d seen the look in my eyes changing as I began staring at the painting, Katherine had begun doing what she’d said she was going to - take care of my reality, by which of course she’d meant, my cock.

It had been Katherine’s suggestion that while she did that I should allow myself to drift off, relive some of the thoughts and fantasies I’d had when I was doing the painting, and although the reality of just the lightest touch of her hands was so sublime I really didn’t need to, I still did so.

Most of the thoughts I’d had while painting had been based on actual memories of the wonderful things Katherine had already done for me.

Memories such as those of the very first evening we’d met, at the art gallery, when she’d given me that totally unexpected and quite massive climax, in her kitchen. I could still hear the sound of her voice crying excitedly- ‘Oh, that’s five, no six tiles, a positively ’star’ performer.’ - as her hand continued pumping spurts of semen that added to the already large number of wet splotches on the tiled floor in front of me. Then, after I’d returned the favour by licking and sucking her to her own climax we’d made for her bed-room and spent the next hour or so totally draining each other.

Memories such as the first time we’d used the little present she’d brought back from her trip to Taiwan, the cock-ring. I don’t think even Katherine expected it to have quite such a dramatic effect as it did, and she certainly couldn’t have faked the hoarse catch in her voice and absolutely awed expression on her face when she saw how much bigger my cock got with it on. And because it had got so massively, almost grotesquely swollen and become so hyper-sensitive she’d spread some oil on her hands to help me last longer by reducing their friction, and that little trick had also worked wonders.

That was the first time we’d used the mirror to augment the intensity of what we were both experiencing, and it proved to be so effective that that first time she’d got so excited she’d had to finish me off in what she’d called ‘the old-fashioned way’, by simply fucking me. Other times she’d retained sufficient self-control to do what she really preferred to do, slowly masturbate me to what were always truly explosive climaxes.

Then there were the memories of the all the other times those hands had either thrilled and excited me, taking me to what I would have thought impossibly unbelievable heights of ecstasy, or had merely been the precursors to many other, more traditional, but still deeply satisfying ways of fulfilling each other’s needs.

And of course sprinkled through all of those were also the memories of Katherine’s reactions after she’d been watching what I’d allowed other hands to do for me, in the studio.

So I lay back, Katherine straddling my outstretched legs, her hands and fingers slowly working their very special brand of magic, and as I stared up at the erotically charged painting of her I let my mind wander through those memories.

The combination proved to be super-effective. Although most of the time my eyes were fixed on her portrait, every now and then I’d glance at either Katherine, or down at what her hands were doing to my cock, and both told their own story. By then I could read the various expressions on her face so well that I could tell just how excited she was getting from handling me, and even if I hadn’t had any feeling in my body just the colour and size of my cock would have indicated just how proficiently she was doing that. But of course I did have feeling and even if for some perverse reason I had wanted to, the waves of exquisite pleasure that were coursing up through me would have been just too strong to ignore.

At some stage she must have remembered how successful the cock-ring had proved in delaying and intensifying my earlier climax because she used one hand to do something quite similar. While one set of fingers continued their thrilling stimulation the others took a firm grip around the base of the shaft, and although she couldn’t constrict it as tightly as the metal ring had she still managed to create a very similar effect for me.

My head span from all the inputs that were flooding my brain; the images, the memories, the physical sensations. And making all those even stronger was the underlying knowledge that what Katherine was doing for me was a gift, she neither needed nor expected anything from me in return, just seeing my enjoyment and then the ultimate blissful satisfaction she would give me was to be all the reward she wanted.

As she always did, once she’d worked me up to the point where just a few more brief strokes would bring on my orgasm, she held me there. She knew perfectly well that by then my body would be screaming for release, every single muscle locked as taut as bow-string and the ache in my balls intensifying by the moment, but she still did no more than would be enough to maintain, perhaps even increase that feverish pressure she’d built inside me. And that time she seemed determined to hold me there even longer than usual, or maybe it was just that because of the state I was in it just seemed longer.

Then some time during those minutes of rapturous torture I felt my glazed and half closed eyes drawn back up to the portrait, saw that the look in the eyes there had become much more intense, the smile on the mouth tighter, the expression on her face far more expectant. And even as the meaning behind those changes registered I felt Katherine’s hands shifting; the one gripping tight, released me, the other began slowly pumping.

I tore my eyes away from the staring portrait and looked down. In the brief moment of clarity that was still left to me I saw that the fingers that had held me in such a tight grip had begun briskly rubbing her clitoris. But then nothing mattered but the feelings that literally ripped through me.

The strength of them was so utterly overwhelming that I didn’t even realise she had pumped the first load out of me until, through a haze of exquisite pleasure-pain, as though caught in slow motion, I saw a spout of semen shooting upwards, splashing messily across her face.

My entire body arched upwards, thrusting my wildly throbbing cock even higher, and then as I watched her hand thrust firmly downwards, it exploded again, semen fountaining from the gaping slit and spewing up across her chest and breasts.

The upper levels of my brain simply cut-out as the incredible rapture grew stronger and I slipped into a state of utterly blissful euphoria as she continued using those strong, slow, pumping actions to completely drain me, the separate peaks that must have accompanied each eruption merging and blending into one.

And that was how it all started. The flow-on of business from the two portfolios of erotica, of me and the group of the three of us, was phenomenal. Katherine even started getting more regular, purely commercial work from people who had seen one or other of the various strictly limited editions she sold. And although she kept demand for the more private work high by limiting the amount she did, from time to time I was called in to provide ‘Mr Reliable’ for a few shots.

Then, quite unbeknownst to me, she had a portrait agent round to see the painting I had done of her. He apparently liked what he saw and soon I was getting commissions from him for a variety of quite high profile people. Some of those were as odd as the private work Katherine was doing, usually coming from extremely successful business-men who wanted a painting similar to the one I had done of Katherine, of their mistress.

The agent and I made sure they paid extremely well for those, and it became quite usual for me to receive an offer of a more personal kind of payment from the sitter, which, as Katherine was keeping me more than fully sexually satisfied, I of course always politely refused.

Not too long after all that had swung into place Katherine and I realised there were too many synergies between what we did professionally to miss out on the commercial opportunities they gave us, so we went into a business partnership that proved just as successful as our personal one.

A year or so later, with money rolling in quite steadily we decided to save the time and inconvenience that was involved in shuttling back and forth between her place and mine, and bought a building we could convert to house both studios and an apartment above.

And that’s where we are to this day, working together, and frequently downing tools to satisfy each other’s somewhat unusual needs, enjoying a seemingly ever strengthening sex-life.

Kerrie and Lizzie made a go of it for a while, but either Kerrie’s charms wore off, or Lizzie decided her sexual preferences were actually straight. Although she continued occasionally working and posing for Katherine she moved away a few months later and we lost track of her. But whenever the Degas print catches my eye I’m reminded of the other Belinda, and the exciting pleasures those slender white fingers gave me.

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