3 comments/  18872 views/  3 favorites

Cock and Scythe Ch. 01

By: Libertine



I live in a small town in the south of Sweden. It's basically a rural area with large woods and small farms although the town itself is prosperous with modern industry. Most of the farms are nowadays too small to give a living. The woods are valuable though. Almost everyone seems to have a connection to a farm. It's very common to live on the farm and work in town. The people want to keep the land open although farming isn't profitable so they do.

I am a journalist at the local paper. I like the way a paper like that has to be run with a lot of local news. I have no ambition to make the big scoop. What I really like is to write about the oddities in our society. My work takes me to many places and I meet a lot of interesting people with a deep knowledge in areas beside the mainstream. Many are lovely women.

I am very content with my life. I married a local girl and we were married for about ten years before she left me. She said she couldn't stand my odd hours and that I always seemed to be going somewhere. She also wasn't pleased with my lack of ambition. Maybe she had hoped that we would move to a bigger town, perhaps even our capital Stockholm. She is now married and live on a small farm with two kids. We never got any. Her husband works regular hours and comes home at four-thirty sharp every day.

I have inherited a small farm as well. I live in the house but the open land is taken care of by a neighbor. Except for a meadow that is situated on its own deep in the wood. It belonged in the old days to a crofter's holding. The house is gone since long.

A couple of years ago there was a change of tenant farmer. The new one didn't want to take care of that tiny meadow. It was too small and too far away from the rest. There was no direct way from my farm and the last part was little more than a path through the wood. 

I decided too take care of the land with my own hands. I was raised on the farm and know how to use a scythe although I had had little practice in recent years. But I found out that the old skill came back after practice for a couple of days. It was hard work though.

I like to use a few days of my vacation to take care of that land. I like to keep the land open using the old methods. I like to work alone in my own pace surrounded only by the wood. I like to use my muscles and the exercise it gives. 

This year was no exception. The weather was fine, warm and sunny. I had added a thrill. I worked in the nude except for a pair of boots. I feel great having the warm wind and the sun all over my body. I dislike having pale parts on my body when the rest is nicely tanned and I also dislike to sun bathe. This was an excellent way to get an all over tan.

I started to work in the morning. The sun was already warm but the air was still crisp. I worked slowly to begin with to get my muscles used to the work and took many pauses leaning against my scythe contemplating. The sun filtered through the trees. Suddenly I saw a pair of roe-deer not far away. It was very peaceful.

It was lunchtime. I rinsed the sweat off my body in a small creek with fresh water and sat down with my lunch box and a beer that I had cooled in the water. I took a deep swallow. Suddenly there was a movement on the other side of the creek. Another roe-deer I thought at first. But no, it was a woman who suddenly appeared between the trees.

How was I so sure that it was a woman? Well, she was naked as the day she was born and she was very womanly indeed. At first I thought I was dreaming or hallucinating. But it soon became clear that she was of real flesh and blood. And very nice flesh I must say.

"Hi there, may I join you? That creek looks lovely. I should want to have my lunch there as well and I would like some company."

She jumped graciously over the creek to my side.

"Hi, I am Diane. Fellow souls aren't we? Like to be outdoors in the nude. You don't mind, do you?" 

She wriggled a rucksack I hadn't noticed from her back and sat down at my side. She was very calm and casual. Well, she must have seen me long before I had seen her and made up her mind to come forward.

"Oh no, not at all. A bit surprised that's all. I hadn't expected anyone to come to this remote clearing. Do you want a beer?"

Diane accepted with a broad smile and I hauled another beer from out of the creek. I had brought quite a supply. She took a swallow and sighed deeply.

"Lovely isn't it. This clearing, the trees, the sun, the quietness. I really hope you don't mind my intrusion into it." She smiled at me and straightened her back letting her impressive boobs swing slightly. She wasn't expecting an answer really.

We unpacked our lunches. She had brought only a sandwich while I on the other hand had a rich lunch with eggs and sardines which she readily accepted to share. 

She was good company, making nice small talk but not too much. We enjoyed the nature and the quietness in silence now and then. The roe-deer passed again which made her to draw her breath. 

"Oh, look at them," she whispered. "So lovely they are. I must make a sketch. I am an artist you know or trying to be."

She pulled a pad from her rucksack and started to sketch the roe-deer. She worked fast catching the outline. She was skilled as far as I could understand. She made three sketches before the roes moved away. 

We sat chatting and she quickly found out the most essential things about me. No, I wasn't married. No, I had no steady girlfriend. Yes, I liked women. I was a journalist. Yes, I liked working with my body from time to time. Yes, working in the nude like this had become an obsession.

She on the other hand freely told that she was an artist without any ties but that she still hadn't got her great breakthrough. It was tough but she made a living.

"I take a lot of odd jobs. Among other things I am modeling, also in the nude. I have nothing against that. I love being in the nude and show off. I also do modeling for sculptors. It pays better. Do you know why? Well, it includes touching." She laughed happily. "There is a long tradition claiming that sculptors must get the feel of the model in their hands. And why should young sculptors object to that? Oh, I have to admit that I like it. Think about it. To have three or four pairs of hands all over your body, weighing the boobs, squeezing the ass, grabbing the hips, moving over the belly and cupping the mound when the session starts. And also now and then during the session. What I like best is when they are working in clay. I let them touch me without cleaning their hands. The smooth clay feels good and my body gets smeared all over from it. Lovely, just lovely. But that is as far as it goes of course."

The lunch break had been long but very interesting. I had to start working again although I was in no particular hurry. But I wanted to finish the work in two days. I packed the remains of the lunch in my basket.

"May I stay here and make sketches while you work?" Diane asked. "It's so seldom I came by a male model. I can't afford to hire one myself," Diane asked. "Not to mention a male nude model." She added laughingly. "In fact I have never had the chance to sketch a male working in this way. Please, I think I could do something great."

I was a little hesitant. I had of course never posed before. Although I liked to be in the nude and was proud of my body it felt odd to have someone watching like that. But of course I agreed. I couldn't say no to such a nice smile.

I started to work, at first rather embarrassed But after a while I didn't think so much about her presence, the scything needed my full attention. Only when I took small breaks to whet my scythe did it come back. But she was very professional and made it easy for me.

"Come and have a break," she yelled after an hour and a half. Yes, she was absolutely right. I needed a break. I slumped down at her side after getting two beers from the creek and handed her one. She was happy to accept it.

We chatted some more enjoying the beers.

"What about some coffee?" I asked when the beers were finished. She didn't answer but jumped up and brought the thermos from my basket and poured. She took the cup I had brought and I the top of the thermos. 

"May I see the sketches," I asked not knowing if she wanted that or not. I had heard that artists didn't like to show their work until it was finished. But she did no fuss about it, just handed me her pad.

I browsed through the pages, impressed how many there were. I looked up and saw her look at me expectantly. I expressed my admiration of her skill and the speed with which she worked catching the essentials. I hadn't been posing but moved all the time so she had to freeze in her memory what she wanted to catch.

I looked through the pictures again more closely and commented them. Suddenly I came to a sketch that I didn't know how to comment. She had caught me from behind when I was leaning forward doing a hard swing. I had my feet wide apart and planted deep in the ground for support. The muscles in my thighs were well outlined. And so were my balls in between the thighs. I looked up and her smiling eyes caught mine.

"That's a good one, don't you think. Powerful and soft at the same time." She indicated the thighs and balls. And look at the angles," she said taking the tension away. 

I went on browsing and came to the roe-deer and was again impressed by her sketching skill. Beyond that were some sketches of flowers and trees against the sky. I turned page again and got silent. I just looked at the sketch not knowing what to say.

"Don't be embarrassed, there is no need. It's nice and will be even better when I have done a real painting of it. In acryl, I think. Look at these lines and how the curves meet just outside the picture. That was what caught my artistic interest when I came to the end of the wood and saw you for the first time." Diane talked to give me time to recover. 

The sketch showed me, well a man, leaning against a scythe. His cock was erect. The curves Diane had indicated was the scythe curving downwards and the cock with an upward hook. As she had said the curves met somewhere just outside the page. 

Yes, I remembered having stood like that. It was in midmorning. I had taken a small break and stroked my cock. It had felt good and my thoughts had drifted to a woman I had bedded just a couple of days earlier. She was new in my stable. I had got hard thinking about her sexy body. And in that very moment Diane had come out of the wood. My cock twitched at the thought of us standing like that.

"Oh . . . well . . . I don't know what to say," I stammered still embarrassed and it got worse when suddenly I noticed that Diane's nipples had hardened and stood out.

"Oh well, then don't. Say anything I mean. You were alone and you thought of something pleasant no doubt. Nothing wrong with that, is it?" She tried to comfort me and chatted on.

She was good at doing small talk and my embarrassment died away.

"Did you really like my sketches?" she suddenly asked. "I would like to make some more thoroughly. To make paintings from later on. But it means that you have to pose. Would you give me that time? Please? I can make it up to you later. I could help you raking for instance. Please?" She really begged and of course I couldn't resist her. 

"All right, what do you want me to do?" 

"Oh, splendid. I will love this. It will be great paintings," she exclaimed and jumped up.

It became clear that she had thought it through. She knew exactly what she wanted and was good in telling me how to pose. Occasionally she put her hands on me to correct my pose which felt nice. But she was very professional about it.

She worked fast and was very concentrated. She sketched me in about ten different poses with and without my scythe. Sometimes she sat close and sometimes further away to get different angles and perspectives. In the beginning I looked at her enjoying her naked body but I had to stop because my cock found her attractive and reacted as it should. It swelled and started to rise before I could control it which wasn't easy. I thought I saw a smile in the corner of her mouth but she kept a straight face.

"Enough I think. I am exhausted. I have a lot of good sketches to work on. Thank you so much, you did splendidly. What about a beer before I start raking?" She rose and put her sketch pad away in her rucksack 

I got the last two beers from the creek. The supply was meant to be enough for two days but of course it didn't matter. I could bring more. The beer tasted fine and we relaxed drinking them.

"Well then. Raking it was. Show me how you want it done," she said rising graciously demonstrating how lithe her body was. 

It was not much I needed to show her though. I had been raking now and then to mix the scything with making haycocks. She understood directly how to do it. She worked well and after about an hour had caught up with my scything.

"There you are. Time to call it a day, I think. I have a lot of work to do with all these sketches," she suddenly said putting the rake away and prepared to leave.

"Oh, but I can give you a lift," I said hastily. There was a cottage at the beginning of the small road that was for rent although I hadn't heard that anyone had rented it. There had been no car when I passed it in the morning either. But I assumed that she stayed there.

"Oh, thanks. But you live in the other direction I think. No, I will walk some more in the wood, It's still lovely out there." She suddenly got close and kissed my cheek briefly. My hand landed on her hip and when she turned it slid over her naked ass. She was far out of my reach before I had come to my senses and found something to say. She jumped over the creek and turned to wave at me. Her nude body looked lovely. She turned around again and walked into the wood with rolling hips. Maybe she deliberately teased me. I hoped that was what she did.

I tried to work some more but somehow had lost the inspiration. It felt lonely without her being around. I collected my things and went home. I dreamt about her that night.

The following day I was back to finish the work. Of course I hoped that Diane would come as well. My lunch basket and beer supply had been put together with her in mind.

I worked on and got more and more distressed. I took pauses looking for her in all directions but she didn't show up.

I sat down at the creek to have my lunch. I opened a beer and put it to my mouth when I saw her coming. She waved which made me very happy.

She came from the opposite side of the field and walked towards me. I had risen to wave back at her and now stood mesmerized looking at her. She walked with swaying hips and her ample boobs bouncing. I saw her strong thighs and nicely rounded belly. The triangle was large, dark and bushy. A very womanly figure and not the least shy to show it.

"Hi there, may I join you," she called. She laughed sweetly when I startled waking up from my dreams.

"Yes, yes of course. Have some lunch. I was just about to eat," I said and got another beer from the creek. She had already started to unpack my basket when I was back.

"Oh, thank you. I have run out of bread so I couldn't make a sandwich to take with me. But it happens quite often that I forget to eat when I am working. Oh, but this look delicious. You were expecting company?" She laughed happily.

Well, yes I had. At least I had hoped she would come and brought a full picnic lunch with bread, ham, sausages, boiled eggs, sardines and cheese more than enough for two.

She sat down and ate with a healthy appetite. I suddenly wondered if she had had something at all to eat that day.

"I have been working with the sketches this morning," she said. "I am very satisfied with them. There will be a lot of work later on of course and I have ideas of several paintings based on them. But I would like to make some more. Could you spare me the time?" She looked at me with pleading eyes. "I will make it up to you. Please. Well, raking for instance."

Of course I couldn't resist her pleading eyes and sweet smile. And the day before I had liked posing for her when after a while I got rid of my embarrassment. She had helped much being so very professional.

"Oh well yes of course. There isn't much left to cut anyway. I have all afternoon," I answered and got rewarded with a big happy smile. She helped packing the remains of the lunch back in the basket and then pulled out her sketch pad.

"Shall we start then? Oh wait I have to pee first. I got so excited. Don't look, promise?" Laughingly she went behind a bush and crouched down. I took the chance and did the same behind another bush. When I came back I saw her splash water on herself in the creek.

"Well then, now we are ready. This is what I want you to do." She told me what poses she wanted me to take and in what order. She had it all worked out in her brain and knew exactly what she wanted. 

We set to work. As the day before she worked quickly. I didn't need to hold a position for very long. The scythe was often involved. I relaxed and it was nice to pose for her. But I had to keep my eyes away from her to prevent my cock to get ideas. But it happened anyway that it swelled. At one time I saw a faint smile on her lips although she tried to look as she hadn't noticed. 

There wasn't too many poses she wanted though. In the last one she was sitting close to me obviously doing a close up. She finished and put the pad away. She looked up and smiled joyfully at me.

"Excellent, it worked out just as I had hoped." She looked very relieved and happy. "Well, there is one more thing I would want to ask of you but I don't know if it's too big a favor." She looked uncertain at me, suddenly concerned. "It would mean a lot to complete the series of drawings I will make from these sketches."

"Oh but ask me then if you think it's important. Of course I want to help. How do you want me to pose? It can't be that hard," I said, eager to help her.

"Oh, thank you. Yes, I think it would be of great importance. I should want . . . well . . . oh my goodness, this was hard . . . well I must put this straight on, don't I? . . . I want you to pose for me being erect. . . There it is, are you shocked? Please, I think it would become great drawings. I could of course put in an erection without seeing it but it wouldn't feel right. The cock is so closely related to the body and all look different. Please." She had pleaded looking down but now she locked eye with me. There was concern both in her voice and her eyes.

"Oh, well . . . of course I want to help, but . . . well . . . all right, let's give it a try," I answered with very mixed feelings. I was both embarrassed and excited but her concern seemed to be real which made me decide. And how should I motivate a no? 

"Oh, great. It will be just splendid. Shall we start right away?" She looked up at me smilingly. "Do you want a hand to get it up?" She reached out and let a finger trail along my cock that reacted very positively by starting to rise. "Oh no need for that I can see." Diane smiled broadly and picked up her pad.

"Come, I want to start with you standing here with the scythe. These two curved lines combine so nicely." She started to give me directions and also touched me to get it right. My cock got real hard which she acknowledged with a broad grin and contented laugh. She started to sketch.

She worked fast as before but suddenly I found it hard to keep the erection. I tried to watch her and fancy about her body but I slackened. Diane noticed of course but looked unconcerned. 

"It's all right. I am nearly done with this one," she said smilingly. She worked on for a minute or two before she put the pad down and rose.

"That's nothing to worry about. Happens to all models. That's why this type of modeling so seldom takes place in art schools I guess. For the next pose I want you to stand like this . . ." She showed me how to stand and hold the scythe. 


Cock and Scythe Ch. 01



"Now I want the cock to be erect but on its way down just as it did before. I'll give you a hand to get it up if you don't mind." She smiled joyfully and without preamble took hold of my cock and started to jack it. It wasn't hard to get it fully erect. It nearly jumped there just from her touch.

She looked at it and nodded approvingly. She set to work. I kept my cock up for a while but then it started to drop. I guess my shoulders dropped too from disappointment. 

"Excellent, just as I want it," Diane said looking happy. I tried to keep it pointing downwards at 45 degrees and succeeded for a while but then it dropped further together with my shoulders.

"Splendid, this will be a good one. Now to something else. Do you think you can find a pole or something about a meter long? Please." She rose and walked around doing some exercises to loosen her muscles. She looked lovely and my cock twitched when I went to an old fence to get a pole.

"Excellent, just what we need," she exclaimed when I showed her the pole. "Ready to go again?" She put me in the position she wanted. "Well now, this time I want you to be as erect as you will ever be and keep it there. I know how to get it there and how to maintain it if you will allow me."

She got close to me and as before grabbed my cock. But this time she quickly knelt in front of me and matter-of-factly took my cock in her mouth and started to suck. She was good at it and got me fully hard in no time. Too fast for my liking though. She withdrew and inspected her work.

"Very nice indeed. Exactly what I want. Let's start" She leaned forward and kissed my cock and sucked the head a little more. She sat down like a tailor and started to sketch. This time it took a little longer for my cock to start to loose it's hardness. Looking at Diane helped. But eventually it dropped slightly. Diane looked up at me smilingly and then lowered her gaze to my cock. She opened her mouth and her tongue came out circling like she had the cock head at close range. She put her finger in her mouth sliding in and out. That made it. My cock rose, again fully hard. Diane laughed happily and went back to work.

She used that technique a few more times in the following poses but now and then had to suck me in the middle of a pose. It was lovely to be sucked but she did it very professionally. She did what she had to do without special feelings. It worked fine though.

In one pose I stood and she sat close just in front of me. She took her time with this sketch and used her mouth on my cock several times. "I want you real hard all the time," she said mockingly.

Suddenly she was satisfied and put the pad down. She stretched her body lying back for a while. My cock had no problem keeping itself upright at the sight. She sat up again and looked at me with her big blue eyes.

"Now, there is one last pose I should want to do," she said seriously. "But that one needs preparation. I want you to be totally limp."

"Oh, well I think that can be managed. It seems that it's going down all the time," I said jokingly.

"Yes, but . . . well . . . maybe you don't understand. I think I will call this drawing 'Afterwards'. It means that the ordinary flaccid look isn't good enough. No, I want it to look exhausted as after heavy use, to look really worn out as after a job well done. That's what I want. That's why we need to prepare it." She stopped and looked at me inquiringly. 

I wasn't sure what she meant or how she wanted us to prepare my cock. It showed I guess.

"Oh . . . well . . . you want me to jack off or something? All right. Maybe you are willing to give me a hand? Or a mouth even?" I said stammering at first then trying to sound casual. 

"Oh yes, I certainly would like to do that. But no, I don't think that will be the right thing to do."

"Oh, well, of course. But then what?" I asked, more puzzled than before. 

"Oh come on. I want the cock to look exhausted, to look as it has been in heavy use, to look worn out, to look like as it has done a splendid job and I will call the drawing 'Afterwards'. After what? Don't you understand what I want, you silly?" She looked up at me smiling broadly. "I know of no other way than one to create that look. We have to set that good cock of yours to work, it must work its way to exhaustion, it must work itself into a pussy, it must work hard in there doing an excellent job until the come works its way out. And it has to be smeared with the combined juices of man and woman. Only after such hard work will it get the right look. And not only the cock but the whole of you as well." She looked at me with beaming eyes. 

"Oh . . . you want . . . well, you want me to screw you?" I asked to gain time and make sure. Of course I wanted to screw her.

"Yes of course. To create that look of exhaustion the cock has to work hard in a woman's pussy. And I am the only woman around as far as I knew." She laughed happily. "This will be fun, don't you think? I have wanted it for quite some time now. Come on, let's do it." Her voice deepened from happiness to throatiness. She looked up at me seriously and pulled me down to her.

I hugged her and started to caress her body. She had said that she wanted a good fuck and not only a fuck to make me come. She expected me to do my very best.

She sighed of released pleasure when my hands slid all over her body in the first exploration. I had seen and admired her naked body for such a long time and really wanted to get the feel of it in my hands.

She stretched out on a haycock and closed her eyes enjoying my exploring hands that soon were followed by my lips and tongue. I fondled her ample boobs and sucked her nipples until they got hard and stood out.

I moved up to her head and held her while my lips went all over her face. There was a happy smile and her eyes were closed. When my lips circled in towards her mouth she put her arms around my neck and pulled me close. Our lips touched and she engaged us in a deep kiss that soon became a French kiss where our tongues played with each other.

I lifted my head and looked down at her. Her eyes beamed and there was happiness and joy all over her face. My hands started to caress her body again and my mouth followed them downwards. I spent some time on her boobs pinching her hard nipples before moving on over the belly to her mound. Her great bush was silky with long hairs that spread wide and covered the lovely cove.

She sighed deeply when my tongue found the beginning of the slit and went down into it. Her thighs parted giving me room to go further down and I felt the heat and moistness. She began to caress my body when I dove into her kissing and licking all along her slit. Happy moans came from her when I pressed my tongue into her pussy and flicked over her clit that came out from its shelter and hardened into a round knob. Her moans got heavier when I increased my efforts licking her clit and pussy. Suddenly her back arched and her body shuddered. She cried out in ecstasy grinding her pussy hard against my mouth. There were several cries before her body relaxed and she sank back into the hay.

Diane pulled my head up to her and held it between her hands. Her face was all happiness and joy. We kissed and I felt her hand jacking my cock to get it fully hard. She broke our kiss and pulled me down over her. She wriggled her hips and ass to get my cock in position at her entrance and then waited for me to break into her. I was about to when I suddenly hesitated.

"That's all right. I am on the pill. Go ahead, I want you in me now." Diane had immediately understood my hesitation. She heaved her pelvis upwards and moaned happily when my cock head entered her. 

I hesitated no more. I plunged in and was very well received by a warm, squishy pussy that engulfed my cock very nicely. I started to thrust into her which made her moan of pleasure. She became very active, heaving to meet my thrusts and putting her legs around my waist to pull me deep inside. She started to moan heavily and her lower body moved in staccato against me. There was a cry, shudders took over her body and then came a long cry while she held me close deep inside her with her arms and legs around me. 

Diane relaxed sinking back into the hay. She laughed happily and pulled my head down for a kiss and a hug.

I felt her pussy narrow hard around my cock. Diane laughed joyfully when her pussy met resistance from my hardness. Suddenly she rolled us over and vigorously got on top of me. She started to ride me with long slow strokes while smiling broadly. It was lovely to look at her and be able to caress her bouncing boobs.

"Now let's see if we can create that exhausted look I need for my drawing," she giggled and broke into happy laughter. She rode on with long strokes making sure to get me fully inside every time. She made a screwing movement when sitting down making my cock head to rotate and scrape along her inner walls. It felt lovely also for me and she moaned of pleasure each time.

She increased her tempo and moaned all the time. My arousal grew and it felt like I was going to come shortly. But suddenly her body shuddered and she cried out sitting down hard at me. Her body shook and she cried out a few times before she lowered her upper body to rest on my chest. Her soft boobs pressed nicely against me.

She rested for quite some time before rising up again. She had kept my cock inside her all the time but without using her pussy muscles. She sat straight up looking down at me smilingly.

"You didn't think I would let you come so soon, did you? No way that will I let you get away that easily. As I said, I need your cock to look really worn out." She looked down at me with a grim look on her face, a look that broke up in a big lusty smile.

Diane started to ride me again and very deliberate brought me towards orgasm. But as soon I was near she came in a shuddering orgasm and stopped riding. Of course I calmed down each time. She was the most orgasmic woman I had ever met coming easily and enjoying herself immensely every time.

I started to tire and my cock responded more and more slowly to her renewed efforts. Eventually she looked down at me smilingly.

"Well, well, maybe it's about time if I want a good shot from you. You look enough tormented I think. Well, let's see if I can get you some pleasure as well." She laughed happily and started riding my cock again. But this time it was somehow different. The special screwing movement was there and her pussy was narrower giving friction all along my shaft. She rode me very nicely, slowly building up my release. I understood that she would let me come this time and followed her rhythm. When the boiling in my loins started I told her but it seemed that she already knew. She only smiled sweetly at me and again changed her movements and narrowed her pussy further. When my first spurt hit her inner wall she was with me and together we came in screaming ecstasy. I emptied myself completely in her pussy before passing out in the haycock. I was totally exhausted and wasn't aware of anything around me.

When I woke up Diane was sitting a little away from me sketching on her pad. She had a pleasured look on her face, from the fuck or from her work I couldn't tell. She smiled at me when she saw that I was awake and beckoned to me not to move. She changed to a new page and made another sketch before she put the pad away. She smiled contentedly and knelt leaning over me.

"Splendid," she said. "Excellent, just the look I was after. Totally exhausted after a job very well done. It will be a marvelous drawing when I am finished with it I am sure." She kissed me and cuddled up in my arms. It was nice to lie under the sun with her warm soft body against me. We lay like that for quite some time.

"Well, time to finish the work as I promised," Diane finally said and rose full of vigor. I followed, not really wanting to start working. But she urged me on handing me the scythe and grabbing the rake herself.

After a while I got my vitality back. It was nice to watch her without having to hide it. On the contrary. She smiled at me when now and then she caught me looking at her. She raked with efficient movements using the full strength of her lithe body. The muscles in her thighs, ass, belly and shoulders worked very nicely and her boobs bounced lovely when she moved. 

There wasn't much work left though. I had done a good job before lunch although I had been looking for her. After about an hour we were finished. She sighed of pleasure when we sat down close to the creek to enjoy a beer.

"I just love this. Such a good exercise and be able to do it in the nude in this lovely weather," she exclaimed. "I want to rinse off." She took her boots off and sat down in the shallow creek. "Come and join me," she called and lay down on her back to get the water to flow over her whole body. "Come, it's lovely," she called again.

I did. The water was clear, crisp and a bit chilly but it felt very refreshing after the initial shock. The creek was narrow and I couldn't lie at Diane's side but found a place just above her. I watched her and saw her nipples stiffen in the cold water and not only the nipples but the whole areola. They contracted making the nipple to stand out even more. 

Diane rose and stepped out of the creek. She stood and stroked the water away from her body. She cupped her big boobs and gave them a good rub not forgetting to squeeze the hard nipples. One hand went down to her mound and stroked that as well. Then suddenly she noticed my watching her. She blushed lightly and smiled broadly.

"Lovely, isn't it? I really like to be naked outdoors like this, not having to worry about being seen. Well, you are here but we are fellow souls aren't we?" She giggled and sat down in the sun.

I followed her and for some reason got a little embarrassed when she watched me. She had been watching me very closely for several hours but then it had been professionally. Now it felt like she watched me as a woman judging my virtues. My cock twitched which she acknowledged with a faint smile. She patted the ground beside her.

"Come, sit here and dry in this lovely sun," she called softly, smiling sweetly.

I sat down at her side and she started to make small talk telling me about the hardship of being a young, not yet recognized artist. I told her about my life in the country town and about journalism. After some time she stretched out on her back and a little while later she pulled me down to lie with my head on her belly. If I ogled to one side her nice boobs piled themselves up topped with protruding nipples. On the other side the sun filtered nicely through her thick bush making the dark silky hair to shine.

We had a very nice time. If she ogled down my body she could see that my cock had swelled but without being erect and that it remained like that.

"Do you know what I like the most about being on a place like this? Well, it's that I can be totally uninhibited. I can cry out and scream as much as I want when making love. Did you notice that I am quite a screamer? Well, of course you did. Did it disturb you?" She suddenly changed the subject of our talk.

"Yes, I noticed. And no, it didn't disturb me, on the contrary. I really like when a woman acknowledges also with her voice what I am doing to her. Love screams are very nice music."

Diane got quiet. There suddenly was tension in the air. Her belly heaved slightly under my head and I felt her muscles contract. There was a giggle and a throaty laughter.

"Want to hear some music? . . . Want to hear me sing again? . . . I really should want to be totally uninhibited giving it all now when I don't have to work afterwards. I want to get totally exhausted just like you were." 

She laughed deeply when I rose on an elbow and started to kiss her boobs.

"No wait; I know what I want to do. Please let me," she said and pushed me away and jumped up on her knees. She pushed me down to lie flat on my back and straddled me. She pulled my swelled cock to lie along my stomach and placed her pussy over it. She wriggled to get the cock along her slit and in between her lips and started to rock back and forth. Her slit was moist and slid easily on my cock. She didn't want it in her pussy just yet I figured out and busied myself caressing her boobs. My cock swelled and got hard from her lovely massage, filling her slit. 

Diane stopped for a while and carefully placed my cock head between her engorged lips. I felt her knob stiffen against the underside of my cock when she pressed downwards. There was a happy moan and then she started to rock back and forth again. A low tune emerged from deep inside her, it increased in volume but kept its low tune. She now pressed down hard against my cock while rocking and increasing her speed. The low tune suddenly broke to give way for a cry of pleasure. She rocked on and the low tune was replaced by a whine that gradually rose from low to higher tunes. The whine broke off and there was silence for a short while until she started to scream. She kept screaming while she pressed down hard rocking back and forth with very short movements. Her protruding knob scraped hard against my cock making her scream increase and move up the scale. Suddenly she collapsed lying on top of me.

She didn't rest for long. She sat up smiling broadly.

"See what I mean. Quite noisy, wasn't I? It was lovely not to have to keep the volume down. Where I live the walls must be paper thin and I have an old spinster next to me. She complains frequently. I have given her the full concert a few times. Well, I knew it's a cruel thing to do and it didn't improve our relations but I just couldn't stop myself. It was such a relief." She chatted vividly sitting on top of me.

Suddenly she rose and moved away. She went to an old fence where she bent over supporting herself against a horizontal hurdle pole. She started to slowly change legs and wriggle her ass. The sun was behind her and lit up the crack of her ass and made it glisten from the moistness. Her legs were spread just enough to show how ripe the plum beneath her buttocks were but not so much that the long deep depression had split up. I felt a surge to use my cock to split it open. 

When she patted her ass I jumped up taking position behind her. My erect cock touched her in the crack which made her shiver. I put my hands on her hips ready to enter when a thought struck me.

"Permission to enter?" I asked formally. A rape charge was the least I wanted.

"Oh yes please. It's all yours, ready and waiting. No need to ask of course but thanks anyway," Diane answered breaking into laughter that deepened when I leaned over her and cupped her swinging boobs. I fondled them tweaking the nipples for a while until she got impatient. She spread her legs and a hand came out from between her thighs and put my cock in place at her opening. She grabbed my balls and pulled and as she pressed back at the same time the cock head easily divided the plum. Diane cried out of delight and made sure to accommodate her warm, soft pussy to fit my cock to perfection. 

I started to bang into her with long steady strokes that soon started the low tune from her depths. She met my thrusts strongly keeping herself steady with both hands firmly gripping the pole. The old fence creaked when it had to take the impact from my thrusting. But Diane didn't creak. The low tune was replaced by the whine that grew higher until it broke. There was a short silence in which I felt her pussy contract and then she started to scream and her pussy rippled along my cock. 

I stopped banging her to give her a rest and leaned forward to cup her boobs and pinch her hard nipples. Her pussy narrowed around my cock.

Diane looked over her shoulder smilingly.




Cock and Scythe Ch. 01



"Lovely, just lovely. But next time don't stop please. There will be more, won't it?"

Instead of answering I gave her a mighty shove with my cock that made her laugh of delight.

"Yes, yes, more of that please. This is so lovely. Give it to me please."

She pressed back when I started to bang her again. It didn't take long until the whining started to be followed by occasional cries that turned into a long scream. Her pussy changed from narrow to wide open back and forth. As she had begged I kept on banging her, maybe I slowed down a little and made sure to bottom out in her. 

I became amazed. Her scream didn't stop. It changed tune and intensity but went on. Her pussy made all sorts of things, narrowing, rippling and getting loose in no specific order. I tried to vary my banging and found that I could change her screams with the way I fucked her. I could play on her like on an instrument.

Suddenly it struck me. She was riding on the wave of orgasm, something I had read about but never experienced with a woman. It revived me and gave me new vigor. I increased my efforts to pleasure her. Not only did I fuck her but caressed her body as well, boobs, hips, back, belly, thighs, mound and clit. I changed the way I fucked from crouching over her when caressing her boobs to standing straight when caressing her neck and back. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back making her to stand sway backed.

I don't know how long this went on. I didn't feel like I was on my way. Her pleasure became my pleasure too and if felt like I could go on forever. Now and then she looked over her shoulder grinning at me.

Eventually her screams got lower and she seemed to tire. She didn't meet me as strongly as before and her knees buckled a few times.

"Please, please, give me break," she suddenly cried out swaying forward to get away from my cock. It was such a sudden move that I slipped out of her. She took the chance and turned around. Her face was one big smile but there were also traces of tiredness.

"Lovely, lovely, but I can't take anymore. Not standing like this anyway. . . .But, as you seem to still be in battle condition let's do it in another way. . . .Come, I am ready and want you in me again." Diane had got close to me and now caressed me. Her hands soon found my still erect cock and there was a lusty smile on her face. She moved to a nice soft spot on the ground and kneeled to stand on all fours. She wriggled her ass and called for me.

Her upturned ass looked lovely and I knelt behind her. Her hand came out to direct my cock although there was no need for help. Her pussy was wide open and very wet. She moaned of pleasure when my cock divided her lips sliding deep into her with ease.

I started to fuck her slowly to let us find a rhythm. It felt quite different although she still was receiving me from behind. Gradually she adjusted her position, lowering head and shoulders to find the one that gave her most pleasure. She ended up with her head resting on her arms and her ass sticking up in the air. I held her hips in a firm grip banging into her.

Once she had settled in a pleasurable position the low tune started. She kept her pussy pleasantly narrow giving a nice friction. My arousal grew but not more than I could fuck her deliberately directed by the noise she made. The low tune was replaced by the whining when I caressed her boobs crouching over her and when a little later I caressed her clit she cried out. I found that I could play on her again. The whine was the base and when I caressed her clit she cried out. I fucked her steadily like that but suddenly I caressed her clit a little too long. Her pussy narrowed and the cry changed into the long lasting scream.

She got wild bucking heavily under me. I held her firmly not to be thrown out of her pussy. Her movements got more predictable and we found a rhythm where I could both fuck her and caress all over her body, her swinging boobs, down over her round belly, the mound and clit, up over her hips and ass, up her back and shoulders. Her pussy changed all the time. And she sang. She sang low and high but sang all the time she did. I felt the sweetness in my loins and took a firm grip around her hips to hold her firmly when I started to shoot giving her hard shoves bottoming out for each shot. After the last one I stayed deep inside her holding her boobs in my hands. Her scream died away and she collapsed forward taking me with her.

I rested on her back until she came to and wriggled under me. I rolled off her on my back and she immediately stretched out her lovely body atop of me. We rested coupled together for quite some time. 

Eventually she raised her upper body on her arms and looked down at me smiling happily. She lowered her head slowly until our lips met and we kissed softly. She lifted her upper body again and let her boobs sway caressing my chest with her nipples.

"Oh my goodness, how marvelous. Just what I wanted. I have never been flying high for so long. I got totally exhausted. And I screamed didn't I? I guess that was what made me fly so long. Feeling totally unabashed. Lovely." She kissed me again and then rolled off me lying at my side. I caressed her slowly and she played for a while with my cock and balls but got no reaction.

Suddenly she jumped up, back in full vigor.

"Time to go. I have a lot of work to do. I think that the sculptors have a point. Touching makes it easier and adds much. You will see. I am sure I will make great paintings from these sketches."

While she talked she had put her few things together in her rucksack. She bended over and kissed me and before I know a thing she was on her way. I could only watch her walking over the meadow with stride in her steps her hips swinging and ass rolling. At the far end she turned and waved goodbye. She stood for a little while in her lovely nakedness looking like a wood nymph before she disappeared into the wood.



Cock and Scythe Ch. 02



When I was back in my office after the vacation I looked for references of Diane but found none. I kept on looking and one day in the following spring I found a reference to an artist named Diane A... She was among several others in an exhibition for young artists and she was referred to as promising. Her paintings were described as very well drawn pictures of landscapes and especially wild flowers. I decided that it must be my Diane.

The following fall I found out that Diane had got her first exclusive exhibition at a small gallery. Beside the landscapes also mentioned were paintings of roe-deer and nude studies. That convinced me. It was my Diane.

In June there was an article in a big morning paper. Diane had got another exhibition at the gallery and the writer stated that it was a real break through and that Diane was a very interesting young artist. Her drawing skill was emphasized together with the width of her motives from landscapes and flowers to wild animals and not least her nude studies. It was especially mentioned the unusual in that she had used a male model and that she seemed to have a special skill for that.

The following day I received an invitation card from the gallery with a hand written invitation signed by Diane. She also wrote that I should show the card when I came to the gallery to get a special showing. It noted that she said "when" and not "if". Of course I decided to go. 

About a week later I was able to take a few days off and went to Stockholm. I arrived in the afternoon and after checking in at a small, cheap hotel I set off to the gallery. 

I walked into the gallery with less than an hour until closing time. No one was there but I saw a woman at a desk in a small inner room, the office no doubt. I started to look around and immediately recognized some of the motives from the sketches in Diane's drawing pad. I turned around a screen wall and got caught by surprise. There I was, leaning against my scythe taking a rest. It was a more modest version though than the first drawing I had seen. I wasn't erect but looked although flattering big. 

My cock twitched when I remember how nicely she had kept me erect while posing. I hadn't been aware at that time that she also had made sketches when my cock was down but still with a good swell.

There were some more paintings of me in different poses but the exhibition was dominated by flowers and landscapes. The roe-deer were also there. 

"She's a great artist for being so young," I suddenly heard a voice behind me. It was the woman who had come out from her office. She smiled professionally at me trying to judge how much of a probable customer I was. "See something you like?"

She was a very well kept woman looking very professional in smart clothes, around forty I guessed. Maybe she was older, it is hard to know with women who keep themselves fit and spend time and money on their looks which she obviously did. She was wearing a well cut jacket over tight fitting trousers. Underneath was a blouse showing a deep, interesting cleavage. There probably was a very ample bosom kept out of sight by the jacket.

She looked at me again inquiringly. I hadn't answered her question. 

"Oh yes, she seem to be very talented," I said. "I very much like the act studies." I walked over to the wall where the paintings of me hang.

"Yes, she is an excellent drawer and knows how to catch a pose," the woman said and then suddenly looked intently at me and then at the painting.

"I got this invitation card for a private showing. Is Diane around?" I asked, handing her the card to avoid the question she seemed to be about to put. She looked at it and then smiled broadly.

"Oh yes, you looked familiar. Hi, I am Marianne, the owner of this gallery. Nice too meet you in person. It feels like I know you already. But I am afraid that Diane is out of town for a couple of weeks. But let me show you around."

Without waiting for my answer she started to tour me around the gallery explaining what made Diane's painting so interesting. I knew little about art but her explanations were direct and simple without all these nonsense and mumbo-jumbo that fill art articles. The journalist in me got interested to learn more and Marianne was a good teacher.

She took me around the gallery showing the differences between the three different motive areas; flowers, animals and man. She also pointed out the development in Diane's painting. The time flew away and it was soon closing time. I thought that I had to leave and asked if I could come back the following day.

"Oh, you don't have to go already. We haven't looked at the more private part of the exhibition, the one Diane meant in her note. I will be happy to show it to you. Just give me a minute to close up. Take a rest and I will be back soon."

She smiled and went to lock the door. I found a bathroom in the back. When I came out Marianne stood waiting. Her business jacket was gone. And yes, she really had an imposing rack that showed very nicely in a blouse that was one size too small. The button just under her bust was strained. The buttons above that were undone giving a generous view of two swelling half moons very nicely formed by a black bra. She acknowledged my obvious interest with a smile.

"Follow me," she said smiling mischievously and went to the back of the gallery where she opened a door to an inner room. She flicked a light switch and stood back to let me go in first. I took a step inside and stopped. There I was in several paintings and sketches.

I draw my breath when I saw a big painting right in front. It was the pose with the scythe but in this one I was fully erect. The scythe curved downwards and my cock curved upwards and the two lines met just outside the painting forming a half oval. The cock looked ready for action with a purple head shining from wetness. A drop of precome hang from the little eye. My cock twitched at the memory of Diane's mouth sucking it to full hardness.

"Excellent, isn't it? Just look at the composition and the colors. It´s very powerful," Marianne said behind me. She giggled. "Tell me, is your cock really curved like that? Diane said that she drew it just as it is and that was what caught her interest in the first place. I just wonder how she found out." She laughed throatily. "Tell me."

"Yes, it's true I am afraid. It curves like that when getting erect. But it's no problem. In fact women say they like it. It gives a different feeling they say, touches them differently from a straight one. I wouldn't know of course," I said boldly.

"Oh, I can imagine," Marianne said with another throaty laugh. "But take a look at this one," she said and turned me around with a hand on my elbow. 

On the left wall was another big painting of me. This was the pose where I slumbered in the hay cock after Diane had fucked me to totally exhaustion. 

"Very different isn't it? A man resting after a job well done, Diane calls it. No power at all, instead a total relaxation. I just wonder how you were able to look like that. Diane just said it was no problem at all." She laughed again.

I looked around the walls. There were quite a few paintings and sketches. Among them was one where I held a sword lowered to the ground again being very erect. I remembered how Diane had asked me to found something that looked like a sword and I had got a pole from an old fence. I had had no idea at that time what she intended but now I got a clear vision. A woman standing outside the picture where the spectator was had made me to surrender and transferred the power of the sword to the cock and made it ready for another type of battle. 

After I had got a first look around Marianne again started to explain the art to me. It was very interesting as she did it very professionally. But her shining eyes and a slight tremble in her voice now and then told that she found the paintings arousing. But she explained that good paintings should have that effect on the spectator. That was what made the difference between the good and the bad.

I was aroused as well. Less from the paintings than from the memories of Diane and how lovely she had looked moving around my meadow in the nude. I felt her hands on my body, her lips kissing my cock and her mouth taking me in and sucking me to hardness. Marianne smiled now and then when she noticed my swelled cock and a couple of times she brushed against it with her hand or her ass.

"What about a drink," she finally said and led the way to her office. Behind a curtain was a small sink with a fridge and a cupboard. "Will a Martini do?" She asked and started to mix them without waiting for an answer. She handed me one.

"Cheers," she said raising her glass and took a good swallow. She sighed contentedly and settled in her chair waving me down in another. She started to make small talk, very pleasantly, and we had a good time. Too soon the drinks were finished and there was a brief silence.

"Any plans for tonight?" She suddenly asked. "Or will you join me for dinner?"

"Well no, I have no specific plans. I will be very happy to have dinner with you. Do I have to change? I don't know the requirements in this big city," I said a bit uncertain. 

"No, not at all. You are just fine for the place I have in mind. Just give me a minute and we will be off." She rose and left the room.

She took me to a small restaurant a couple of minutes walk away. She obviously was a regular and immediately got a nice corner table.

We had a nice meal with excellent food and wine. Marianne was a good hostess. She told anecdotes from the art world and in between tried to make me tell about myself and how I had met Diane. I was reluctant at first but the wine and the frank way she told about herself made my tongue to slip. During the meal she got the story in bits and pieces. Not everything though but I told how Diane had caught me harvesting my secluded meadow in the nude and asked if she could use me as a model. And how she came back again the following day and asked for more daring posing with my cock erect. I didn't tell her though about our love making and how carried away Diane had got. I didn't tell about how she had loved to be totally uninhibited allowing herself to scream loudly. I didn't tell her how Diane had ridden on the wave of her orgasms for a long time screaming on top of her lungs. And I didn't tell her how lovely Diane had fucked me riding me to total exhaustion.

Marianne was a good listener and also good at wriggling things out of me. Now and then she leaned forward over the table. Her jacket was undone and she hadn't buttoned up her blouse when we left the gallery. So when she leaned forward at lot of her ample boobs came on display welling out of the bra. I had trouble concentration on our small talk and I know that she deliberately used it to wriggle more out of me.

"Let's have coffee at my place," she said after the dessert. "I can show some nice goodies there if you are interested."

Well, to make a long story short I didn´t use my hotel room that night. Marianne hugged me as soon as she had closed the apartment door behind us. Coffee was never mentioned, we were too busy exploring each other's bodies. I got very impressed of the goodies she had promised to show me. Her big boobs were still imposingly firm. Her protruding mound was a great asset being nicely covered by a thick fur that was neatly trimmed. And her full ass was really worth grabbing. She seemed to like my curvy erection and took her time admiring it standing on her knees in front of me. She explored it first with her hands and then with her tongue and mouth. It certainly wasn´t the first time she gave head. 

It got even better when I entered her. She was by then very aroused and ready. She cried out as soon as I pushed into her waiting pussy and wriggled her ass to get my cock head to scrape along her front wall. I think I hit her internal pleasure spot more or less at once because she started to whine and buck under me. It didn´t take long until she came and then there was three or four more orgasms before our mutual climax.

I had had a good time in her pussy. She was very pleased and couldn´t stop talking about the special feeling my curved cock gave her. It was her first cock of that kind she said. 

Well, after another very satisfying round we passed out in her big bed.

In the morning she woke me up to a full breakfast. She was already showered and with her make up in place although still in her gown.

"Can you stay for a day or two longer?" She suddenly asked. "You see, I give a small party at the gallery tonight. I have invited some of my good customers for a private showing of the exhibition and especially the closed room. Only females to let them enjoy the paintings without comments from men. It would be a real success for me to be able to present the model. It seldom happens. What about it?" She looked pleadingly at me.

"Yes, yes I can stay. I hadn´t planned to go back for a couple of days. I had planned to make the town."

"Splendid, excellent. Oh, I am so happy. This will be marvelous. My customers will think that I am a genius. Settled then," she exclaimed and hugged and kissed me.

"Well, there is one thing though. I want my gallery to be avant-garde and defiant. So I have invited my guest to a lingerie party. That´s the mature equivalent to the young girls' pajama party. They are expected to take their clothes off and just wear lingerie. Would you object to do the same? Please don´t," she begged.

"Be happy to, if that is what you want. I have no trouble to show off. Besides, they will see me in the nude and erect too. Well, in the paintings I mean. It will be just as being in the nude myself."

Again she hugged and kissed me. She was very excited about the party and what she had in store for her customers.

"What are you going to wear?" I asked her. "It should be something very special and daring I guess."

"Well, I haven´t decided yet. I have a few outfits. Will you help me decide? Please."

"Yes, of course, love to," I said.

She told me to sit in her living-room. She went back and forth to her bedroom changing into four different sets of lingerie. She told me to hold judgment until she had shown me all. 

She looked nice and sexy in all of them. Her assets were displayed in full. A little too much though which I told her. She looked rather sour but softened when I said that she could do much better with lingerie that emphasized her great body and especially her goodies.

"How can you pretend to be such an expert?" she asked a bit puzzled.

So I told her that I had a lady friend that runs a fashion store. She has showings four times a year which I covered as a journalist. It was not only clothes but also lingerie. Good saleswomen came to demonstrate not only on live models but also afterwards for interested customers. I always sat in the back partly hidden and was often forgotten. So over the years I had seen quite a few ladies trying on different models and heard the saleswomen´s advice of how to best support and enhance different body shapes to look the way they wanted.

"Why don´t you take me to your lingerie store to help me select something special for tonight," I suggested. She looked a bit hesitant at first but then her good mood came back.

In the store we looked at several sets. I took a look around on my own and picked out a few pieces that I brought to her. She looked a bit chocked at first but reluctantly agreed to try them on. We agreed that she looked stunning in them. She was amazed at the importance of the model and cut of the panties for the look of her splendid ass and protruding mound. But in the end she was a bit afraid of my suggestion.

"Well, it depends of course how daring you want to be. You will set the scene," I said. She agreed but was still reluctant. But she got more vivid when she said that I needed something to match her outfit. My plain boxers wouldn´t do. So she picked out a string silk thong for me.

"If you want me to wear that corset you have to wear this," she said mockingly. I got the feeling that she wanted me to back off but I didn´t. So we bought the items.

Marianne had to open the gallery so I had some free time before I went to help her get the place ready for the party. But I had made a few suggestions and went shopping.

When Marianne in the evening came out from her office after changing into her outfit she looked just as gorgeous as I had anticipated. Her voluptuous body was really showing off at its best in a strapless, very low cut corset in businesslike pinstriped blue. The boobs were well supported by the boning and under wiring and rested nicely in the half cups. The nipples and areolas were not covered. There were some frills to shield them but only from straight frontal. Otherwise the nipples and areolas were on full display. On my suggestion she had emphasized them with paint. 

For panties she had a tiny string thong in about the same color as her luxurious fur. It made it almost invisible. Attached to the corset for modesty was a very short lace skirt. It only just went below the pussy. Black stockings, garters and high heels completed her outfit.

"Oh my goodness," she exclaimed when she saw herself in a large mirror. "Holy shit, I look like a real slut, don´t I."

"You look gorgeous," I said trying to give her confidence. "Feeling sluttish is a state of mind and not in the clothing. Keep the back straight, the head up and the boobs forward and you will have exactly the daring, avant-garde look you wanted."

"Very well, too late to change it now anyway," she said somewhat reassured. But I caught her steeling glances in the mirror from different angles now and then. 

When the guests arrived she wore a flimsy robe over her outfit not to scare the guests already in the door. I had suggested that and also to serve a Rum Punch drink at once to get the party going. It´s a tricky drink, the strong booze isn´t felt. It soon had the desired effect. So when Marianne announced that it was time to undress they happily followed her into an inner room. Marianne of course was the first to get rid of her robe and there were quite a few comments. But by now she was tipsy enough to get proud. The other ladies followed her example and undressed, some a bit reluctantly but they all did.

There was a big variety in the ladies outfits. Some in plain, very modest underwear; a few in more daring outfits but none in Marianne´s league. A couple had outfits that more looked like beach bikinis. Many colors, white, black, green, red and floral. Some had needed advice about the model and size. But one woman had an outfit that fitted her lush body to perfection. It was rather daring with a low cut bra and V-shaped tanga panty in stretch lace that left the lover cheeks in full view but she still looked classy. I soon learned that she was a rich upper class lady named Elisabeth. She looked like being in my age but Marianne admiringly told me later that she was nearing fifty. That was as amazing as she was.

I had been hiding in the office so far. Marianne wanted to make a show of my entrance. So while Marianne entertained the ladies at the buffet table I sneaked into the big showroom where the painting with me and the scythe hung. It was the modest, not erect version. I had bought a scythe and now stood in the same pose as on the painting. It was semi dark, the only light being what came from the street. 

Marianne announced that she had a surprise to show. She called the group into the big show room and flipped a switch. Spotlights lit up me and the painting. There was a collective gasp from the women and a stunned silence when they saw me naked except the tiny thong. 

"Let me introduce the model that Diane used. This is Tom," Marianne announced dramatically. "You can see for yourself how good she is in her drawing. The likeness is astonishing, don't you agree ladies?" 




Cock and Scythe Ch. 02



There were cheers and applauses. Then the ladies came close wanting to see in detail. That we were in the showroom with the big windows were totally forgotten. More spotlights were lit when Marianne brought me around to pose with the other paintings of me. The ladies followed around sipping wine. It must have been quite a show for those passing outside. 

"Let´s move to the more daring paintings," Marianne called and pulled me with her to the closed room. The ladies immediately followed refilling their glasses on the way. I had brought the scythe and again posed at the paintings. I noticed a lot of muffled talk between the ladies and a lot of giggling. Some of them whispered with Marianne who flushed. She came up to me after some time.

"The ladies are wild," she whispered. "They want the Full Monty they say. They demand that your thong is removed." She looked uncertain at me. Her face was flushed.

"Well, what do you want?" I asked her. "Do you too want it to be taken off? Would that be appropriate in the art world of yours? Would it improve your reputation?"

"Oh, goodness gracious me. Oh yes, yes it would be great. It would boost my reputation immensely. The word will spread that incredible things happens at my gallery. Oh my goodness, you will do it?"

"Well, as you so obviously want it, yes, I will do it. But let´s make a little show of it. You take my thong off and I take off yours. Deal?" 

"Do you really mean that I should walk around with naked pussy in my gallery?" She said looking chocked. 

"Yes, I mean it. Nobody will notice later on that you are panty less under that shirt," I said. Which of course was a lie. The lace skirt was rather see-through and very short. 

"Oh no . . . well . . . maybe. Oh my goodness, it would be very naughty . . . but perhaps . . . as you suggest . . . as a show. Yes, that would be acceptable I think. After all, this is the art world, isn´t it? Yes, let´s do it." Her face was flushed and her eyes shone of lust.

She turned around and announced that she had another surprise to show. The ladies quickly formed a half circle in front of us.

Marianne made a little show of caressing me starting with my head and working her way down. She made it slowly turning me around to let the ladies see me from all sides. She stood in front of me when I felt that she fiddled with the straps of my thong. She pulled them down from my hips and she knelt cupping my cock to free the thong pouch from it. She slowly pulled it down my legs. 

Marianne rose to stand in front of me shielding my cock from the ladies. I slowly pulled her string panty down. I stood at her side with my arm around her waist. 

There were loud gasps from the women when we stood side by side, I stark naked, in front of them. Marianne giggled and bent over to get the scythe from the floor. There were again loud gasps and she suddenly realized what she showed when bending over at the waist with her ass towards the women. But she didn´t even flinch, just fulfilled picking up the scythe and put it in my hands. She helped me to stand in the right position before the painting. 

The ladies made a lot of comments some rather crude when they commented the painting and me. 

"You know that the look of a man´s body changes when he gets erect? It´s the way he carries himself when he has to balance the heavy piece that juts out," I suddenly heard one of the women say. I looked around and met the eyes of Elisabeth, the classy woman. She nodded slightly with a glint in her eye. 

"I am considering buying that painting but I want to see if Diane has got that correct too," she went on looking me in the eyes. "Marianne, please ask Tom if he will get erect to help us do a correct judgment." The wordings were light and jokingly but there was an edge in her voice. 

Marianne looked at me with a strong plead in her eyes. The possibility that Elisabeth might buy also this painting was a big challenge for her. I smiled at her and nodded. I had had some drinks too and felt totally unashamed. Marianne suddenly stood close to me.

"Will you really do it? Please, Elisabeth means a lot to me. But can you really get hard in front of all these women?" she whispered in my ear. 

"Yes, why not? But a little help will be appreciated. Maybe even needed, I haven´t done such a thing before," I whispered back.

"Well what about it?" Elisabeth coaxed behind us. "Is he afraid he can´t get it up? Maybe you should help him on the way. Knowing you, I am quite sure that you already have familiarized enough with him to do that without making a fuss about it?" Nervous laughter and giggles followed her words from the group of women.

"All right, yes. Tom is game and will let you see him in the same status as in those paintings. You will find out how accurate Diane´s drawing is," Marianne announced, taking the lead.

She turned to me and put her hand around my flaccid cock starting to jack it. She did her best for a little while but the result wasn´t promising. She knelt in front of me to get a better position.

"Yes, that´s right. You have better use your big mouth too. We don't have all night, have we ladies?" Elisabeth said in the same instant. She suddenly had got a great impact.

Marianne hesitated but then took my cock into her mouth. That what was I needed. The cock began to swell. Some of the women cheered half heartily but when it also got hard more joined. When I became so big that Marianne had to ease part of the cock out and concentrate her licking and sucking on the head the ladies lost their last hesitations and they all cheered loudly urging Marianne to go on. After that it didn´t take long before I was as erect and as hard as I would get.

Marianne rose and stood by my side. She put her hand under my cock and made a deep curtsey.

"Ladies, look for yourself. Grand, isn´t it? Now let´s do the comparison," she said. She put me in position at the painting with the scythe and gave my cock a few quick jacks before she stood back.

"Voilà, see what I mean. The drawing is perfect, isn´t it?" She announced proudly. 

The ladies gathered in front of us and there were many favorable comments about how good Diane was. Then they started to comment on my cock and making jokes about men and cocks in general. Had the conversation before been indecent and slippery it now was very naughty and crude. I got really chocked about the language these rich upper class ladies suddenly used.

The ladies wanted me to pose in front of all the paintings and sketches where I was erect. We slowly moved from one to another. Marianne was very observant on the status on my cock and as soon as it showed sign of losing hardness she was there to refresh my erection by jacking me and often from behind not to stand in the way. Or so I thought until suddenly I saw her standing a little away from me while I was getting a nice hand job. I looked over my shoulder and met the eyes of another woman. She smiled shyly but kept on until I was hard as steel. That it was another lady helped a lot. From then on I noticed that a couple of the women took turns keeping me erect. Marianne smilingly came close now and then but only to make sure that I was fine. There was no need for her to interfere. The women were handling me and my cock superbly.

We took a full tour around the room. The last picture was a sketch with me in full figure standing behind a woman. We were pictured from the side but most of her body was outside the frame. She was bending over and only her hips, round ass and swelling thighs were visible. My erect cock was in position to enter her with the tip of my cock head already parting her lips. The ladies gathered around me and the sketch.

"Someone ought to model together with Tom to give a live version of this sexy picture," one of the women suddenly blurted out. I wasn´t sure who it had been. There was a stunned silence at first but then there were several crude remarks.

"Excellent idea. That would be really exciting. I suggest that Marianne is given the honor. After all, she invited Tom and she already is panty less. A piece of cake to pose with Tom. Anyone against?" It was Elisabeth again.

Her proposal was met with lots of cheers and more crude comments. Marianne had got beet red and tried to hide. But she was pushed forward in front of me. Someone found a wooden chair for her to bend over against. There was no way she could back out and she realized it. She took the lead and bended over wriggling her ass invitingly. Someone pushed me forward and other hands helped me to get in the right pose with my hands grabbing the hips. A hand around my cock put it at Marianne´s entrance and I felt the heat and wetness of her pussy when the tip of the head was rubbed up and down her slit before being placed between her pussy lips.

The women cheered again and there were many comments, rather favorable and nice except for the crude language.

Suddenly I got a good shove from behind by someone bumping into my ass. I was totally unprepared and was pushed forward. Marianne was bending over with a good grip of the chair and met my forward thrust firmly without swaying forward. My cock with its favorably position slid easily into her wet pussy. Both of us got equally surprised and froze in that position. I had penetrated her nearly in full and my cock was very nicely engulfed by her hot squishy pussy.

There was a common deep gasp from the ladies before they started to giggle and laugh. Someone moved so close behind me that I felt the warmth from her body and she prevented me from backing off. Marianne joined the laughter after a little while and used the suddenly relaxed atmosphere to give my cock a few nice squeezes with her pussy muscles. But suddenly it was all over. The woman behind me moved away and Marianne pushed backwards and then quickly forward to get me out of her. She rose and turned and hugged me to the cheers of the ladies. 

The close group split up and the women toured around the room. But the party was quickly winding up and the ladies started to dress. Before Elisabeth went to get dressed she took me aside.

"I have quite a collection of good paintings. Marianne can verify that. I will be at home tomorrow at ten o´clock. Don´t be late," she said and it sounded more as a command than an invitation. She hugged me briefly and went away. 

Marianne didn´t bother to get dressed. She had me to join her by the door saying goodbye to her guests. They all hugged us. As soon as she shut the door behind the last she turned to me. 

"Take me, take me now. I am horny as hell. I want us to finish what we started. Come." She pulled me with her to the chair and bended over. For some reason I was erect again and entered her right away. She cried out of pleasure and met my thrust eagerly. She wanted it as hard as I could get it she told me.

It didn´t take long until she came. But she wanted more she told me. And since I was far from coming I was happy to oblige. I fucked her more slowly now but with hard thrust that went all the way into her accommodating pussy. She came twice more before it was my turn. I filled her pussy to the brim taking her with me into ecstasy.

Afterwards she quickly got the place in order. I helped her of course. It was nice to see her walk around only wearing her corset. Her movements had a natural sexiness that matched her gorgeous body.

We got dressed and left the gallery. She locked the door, turned and hugged me.

"Thank you so much. It became a superb evening. It will boost the reputation of my gallery immensely. The word will spread and no doubt be exaggerated. I wouldn´t be surprised if in a week or so the rumor will say that there was a group sex party at my gallery. But now I am totally spent. I couldn´t muster another fuck tonight. You have done me very thoroughly. My pussy is sore. So let´s split up for now." She kissed me and then abruptly left. - - - - - - -

I rang on the doorbell at exactly ten o´clock. Marianne had begged me on her knees to go there when I told her about the invitation. She had given me the address with advice how to get there and also told me to be precise on time. 

Elisabeth opened the door immediately as if she had been standing by. Or was it just luck the she was in that part of her big apartment precisely when I rang the bell? 

She greeted me with a hug that was more intimate than the cool, brief upper class hug I had expected. There were also two real kisses on the cheeks and not just something in the air. When she let me free I saw that she was dressed rather elegantly in a full dress with a generous décolletage. That she needed no advice about lingerie again was obvious. Her full breasts were excellently taken care of to show to the best. And she showed quite a lot without being vulgar. This was a real classy lady I realized, the classiest I had ever come across I decided.

She took me on a tour through her very big apartment and I soon understood why Marianne had been so anxious that I should go to this meeting. The walls were filled with modern paintings both artists that even I recognized but also younger promising artist she explained to me. She knew a lot and told me many interesting things about the artists. We ended up in her sitting room, a big room with a circular bench in the middle where one could sit and look at the paintings. She served coffee that she had handy on a tray.

"We will be joined by a young talented artist that I support with commissions of special paintings that can´t be found on the open market. You will understand why later on when she shows some of her work. She will come any minute now," she said. Just then the bell rang. Yes, she really expected her visitors to be right on time. 

She was soon back with a young woman in tow. 

"This is Tom, Diane´s model I told you about," she said introducing us. "And this is Lucy, the young and promising artist"

I rose and was greeted with a friendly and thorough full body hug.

Lucy helped herself to a cup of coffee and we made small talk for a few minutes.

Elisabeth suddenly rose.

"Lucy, show Tom your work. The door is unlocked. I will join you later," she said.

Lucy jumped up on her feet anxious to please her beneficiary. She took my hand.

"Just follow me," she said with a big grin on her face. "This will be fun, real fun."

She took me through a few rooms until she stopped before a discreet door being covered with the same wall paper as the rest of the room.

"Ready?" Lucy giggled and flung the door open. She put an arm inside and put on the light.

At first I saw only a corridor-like room but when Lucy pulled me inside I saw a row of paintings. It took me some time to realize that it was a series of nude paintings but not of the usual kind. No, these paintings showed women in different sexy positions. Then I realized that the women were not only sexy but ready to receive a man. The first stood on her knees with her arms before her and her hands ready to grip a cock and bring it to the partly open mouth. On the second she stood on all fours with her ass towards the spectator ready to be mounted. The third showed the model on her feet leaning forward over a chair with her feet well spread again with the ass towards the spectator. On the fourth she lay down with her thighs raised and her arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture. The fifth painting showed the model full frontal sitting on her knees which were well spread as if she was straddling a man. The last one was similar but the model was squatting instead.

"Rather special, don´t you think," I suddenly heard Lucy say behind me giggling heavily. My eyes had darted all over the paintings to take them all in and understand the motives. I realized that I had no idea how long it had taken and I still was confused.

"Do you like them?" Lucy asked more serious now, concerned even.

"Yes, yes I do. They are marvelous, what presence, the models talk directly to you," I said remembering the jargon the gallery owner had used when showing me around.

"The models? It´s only one, take a closer look. Maybe you got too distracted to see the woman in the pictures," Lucy said giggling suddenly relieved. I guess I had found the right words to please her.

She made me take a closer look at each painting pointing out the details. Now I saw that the model was a mature woman in very good shape. Since her body was shown in different positions different parts of it were highlighted. Lucy first drew my attention to the especially imposing boobs that were big and firm. The sag was exactly right to show that it was the original and not a reconstructed pair. Of course the painter might have made improvements.

The next impressive part that Lucy pointed at was her broad hips and muscled upper thighs and what were in between them. Her rich but well-trimmed bush was dark red and matched her auburn hair. I guessed that the hair was slightly dyed into a somewhat darker color. Or again it might be the artist´s choice of colors. Since in some paintings the thighs were spread her pussy was partly on display but the slit was only slightly open. In the painting where she was on all fours the peach slit had split up though to show a deep cleft with colors going from pink to dark red.

I stood in the middle of the long and narrow room when suddenly Elisabeth appeared in the far end where there was an opening on one side. For some reason she had changed into a gown but one that clung to her body. No buttons, only a sash held the gown closed. Pure silk I could tell when she got closer to us. I also saw that there were no traces of underwear, neither any bra lines nor the hem of a panty. I got a thrill thinking that she probably was totally nude under the gown but I couldn´t understand why. 

Elisabeth broke the spell with a big throaty laugh.

"What do you like these paintings?" She asked. "A bit more daring than those in the rest of the flat I think. Although there are several nude studies out there as well. What do you think?"

"They are . . . they are . . . marvelous, just marvelous," I blurted out. "And yes, much more daring and inciting, I must say. The ones out there look rather decent compared with these."

"I am glad you say so. They were meant to be," Elisabeth said looking happy. She looked at me and smiled contented. 

"What do you think of the model? A bit old perhaps?" She suddenly asked with a sly smile.

"Well," I said thinking fast. "Well, she is not the model that you might have expected, no twenty years old. This is a mature woman, a woman who keeps in shape, a woman who knows her way around so to speak, an experienced woman with great self-confidence."

"My, my you have a way with words, haven´t you. Well you should, being a journalist come to think of it. Well, it was well put anyway. Can you really see all that in these paintings?"

She stood silent for a while with a very pleased expression on her face. Suddenly her body straightened up and she took a few steps to stand between two of the paintings. She fiddled with the sash suddenly looking a bit uncertain. 

"Do you see any resemblance?" She blurted out and opened the gown holding it to sides with both hands. 

I was chocked to say the least. Here, a few yards before me stood this rich, classy lady showing off to me stark naked except for her high heels. She let the gown slid down her arms to the floor telling that the show wasn´t over. I guess that my mouth was open and that I looked like a fool.

She didn´t wait for an answer. Instead she went to the different paintings and posed beside each one. And there was no doubt about the model. And I also saw that the artist was an excellent drawer. The paintings showed the body exactly as it was. The outline and sag of the breast was exactly reproduced. Even a small irregularity of one nipple was in place.




Cock and Scythe Ch. 02



"Well, I think you do," Elisabeth finally said with a deep laugh. "And I guess that you now understand why I can´t buy these kind of paintings on the open market but have to get them custom made. It was a thrill to pose for them I must admit. But there a more around that corner. Come and have a look."

She sneaked quickly around the corner. Lucy took my hand and pulled me with her. 

I stopped dead in my tracks when I took a step into the adjoining room. Another narrow room but smaller than the previous.

At the opposite end was a big, very colorful painting. It took some time to understand that it was a painting of a pussy, greatly enlarged to show every nock and cradle. The model was on her back with the well spread thighs framing the pussy. The colors were an explosion from pink to deep red and blue ending up in darkness in the mysterious depth.

"Looks marvelous, doesn´t it? So very much to the point and it looks just like the model I can assure you. Very accurate indeed. After what you have seen before I think you can believe that without having to compare the painting with the model, don´t you?"

"Oh my god, it´s marvelous, exuberant, I don´t know what to say" I blurted out, really not knowing what to say. This was something far beyond anything I had seen before. This classy lady suddenly revealed a side I hadn´t thought was possible. And she did it from free will because she liked to do it. She had a strong urge to pose, no doubt about it. Well, she really had something to show. Then she shocked me again.

"Oh, what´s so marvelous? The painting or my pussy?" Elisabeth said suddenly trembling with laughter. "Oh, forgive me, you mean both of them of course since they are so alike, don´t you?"

"Come," she said. "I have something I want to discuss with you. But not here. Let´s go to the studio."

She led the way back through the exhibition room picking up her gown on the way. She put it on but only after we had passed through another room. She gave me plenty of time to admire her round and well-muscled ass while she walked. She opened a door to what obviously was the studio. 

I guess it was an artist´s wet dream. It was a big room with two wide, high windows giving a lot of light. I later learnt that they were wetting north which is the best for an artist because the light doesn´t change much during the day. The view was magnificent over water and a green park. On one side of the room was a low podium surrounded by drapes. At the inner side stood s few pieces of furniture. Hanging from the ceiling was a number of spotlights. The opposite wall held a wide work bench with cup boards and a sink. A sofa and a few easy chairs were placed opposite the windows. That left a generous open floor space at this moment only occupied by an easel with a new canvas. 

Elisabeth sat down in the sofa and gestured to Lucy and me to sit facing her in the chairs.

"Well, I guess you are curious to know why I asked you to come and why I showed you my very private paintings," she started. "Well, you see, I want something from you. And I wanted you to know right from the beginning that I am serious about my paintings, deadly serious. They must show the real thing, no fakes and no embellishments. The painting must show exactly how the models look. They should be as real and explicit as they can be. That´s why I showed you the paintings and myself to make you understand what I will do to get what I want. I think you saw that Lucy is an excellent drawer. She catches everything very accurate.

Since Lucy finished the present set of paintings I have been planning what to do next. I want another set of paintings. But this time they should include a man. But they must be utterly explicit showing an erect cock when there should be one. And the cock should not only be ready to enter a cunt but it must want to do it. You understand?"

I was totally flabbergasted. She had talked with great enthusiasm but very seriously and used a language I didn´t think was proper in her circles. Well, I had no idea really about her circles. Maybe it was only my prejudices about the upper class. Maybe they were more depraved than the rest of the people. They certainly could afford to be. The evening press now and then ran stories of that kind.

"Well, since I made up my mind I have been looking for the right model. I don´t want one of those young models that are available. No, I want someone mature but no muscle man. An ordinary good-looking man I want, a man who keeps himself in shape. And I also wanted a special shape of the cock, one that stands out and is remembered. But I wasn´t sure what it should look like. But when I saw Diane´s paintings I just knew what I wanted. That´s why I last night told Marianne to get you in battle condition. I knew she would do it. She can´t afford to deny me anything. Well, neither of you seemed to mind. It was quite a show you put on. And it proved that Diane is a good drawer too. She had got it exactly right. That´s why I invited you."

She got quiet and looked me in the eye for some time. Then she nodded as if she had made up her mind.

"I want you as model for this set of paintings. You can imagine what motives Lucy and I are planning. They will be similar to the present set but with two models, man and woman. I of course will be the woman. We will pose together and you must be erect and about to enter my cunt. Well, maybe you should be a little inside too. But just a fraction. It should be that way to give the viewer the best image. But in between I think you will slip inside me now and then. By accident or because we feel like it. And that will not only be acceptable but desirable to give us the right horny and lustful look. So it means that we will get very intimate, as intimate as a man and woman can get. Well, how about it? Are you willing to do it? Please." She looked me in the eye again with a hint of begging.

I had gradually understood from her long explanation what she had in store for me and had had time to make up my mind.

"Yes, if you really think I am what you want I am willing. It will be a honor to model together with you. The only question is when it will take place. I have to go back home the day after tomorrow," I said without hesitation.

"Oh you will! Splendid. Oh, I am so happy," Elisabeth exclaimed suddenly very vivid. "Well, there is no time like the present, is it? I had hoped that you would say yes so we have set aside the full day today. I think Lucy can make the sketches she needs in that time. Maybe we have to meet again later on but I am sure that can be arranged if needed. Let´s start right away then."

She sat back in the sofa with pure joy on her face.

"Lucy darling, get yourself and the equipment ready while Tom and I get a little more acquainted will you." She said, suddenly all business. But when she rose from the sofa she suddenly softened both body wise and her mind. 

"Tom, come into my arms, I want a big hug," she called softly reaching out to pull me in. Her body was soft and she clung to me in a full body hug. "Kiss me," she whispered after a while but took the initiative. At first it was a long lingering kiss with small pauses that gradually turned into a deep French kiss. Elisabeth was very active doing much tongue twisting. Eventually she broke the kiss and the hug.

"Lovely, just lovely," she said with a sweet smile. "But let´s get more intimate."

She said no more but just started to undress me. During the process her gown disappeared too and soon she embraced me again. We were both totally nude by then. Her body felt lovely, soft and warm. Again she broke the embrace.

"Are you ready to begin?" she asked turning to Lucy. 

"Yes, I think everything is in order," she answered. I had hardly been aware of her presence during the last ten minutes or so and had had absolutely no idea of her doings. Now I saw that she had changed into a painter´s smock. The easel had been moved close to the podium and two cameras on tripods stood on each side. I knew the cameras, rather expensive pieces with remote controls. The drapes around the podium had been pulled away. A thick mattress was on the floor flanked by big mirrors. Lucy pressed a button on a remote and suddenly the back of the podium was lit up showing a picture of a lush bedroom. "Back projection, very useful," Lucy said.

"Well, I think we should start with the cock in solitude," Elisabeth said. "Maybe it will be the counterpart to the painting of my pussy. Tom, please come over here." She knelt on the mattress with her right side against Lucy and now placed me in front of her. When I was in place she started to caress my cock. Soon she moved forward and took me in her mouth. She gave me head very skillfully until my cock was fully erect. Now and then she looked up with a lustful expression on her face. She obviously liked to suck cock. When she was satisfied with the hardness she backed a little until her open lips just touched the tip of the cock head. She kept that position and I saw that Lucy was busy drawing and heard the cameras click regularly and guessed that they were set on automatic. Now and then Elisabeth took my cock in again to regain the hardness. Her best trick was to use her tongue on the underside on the cock head. It felt lovely. 

"Done I think," Lucy said after some time and flexed her hands and arms. 

Elisabeth immediately rose and moved to embrace me from behind. Lucy started to draw again. Elisabeth kept my arousal on top by using her body to caress my back. Now and then her hand jacked my cock or balls when it showed signs to lose hardness. 

"Done," Lucy suddenly exclaimed. Elisabeth moved behind her to see the sketches. "Yes, I think you have caught it," she said. "Lovely, let´s proceed then. The next one will be harder but also more fun. The real thing."

Elisabeth moved back onto the podium where I had been waiting. She came close and embraced me.

"Come to me, Tom. Come to me," she called softly and clung against my body. "What about some necking to get us in the right mood? I both need it and want it very much," she whispered. 

I got the message and started to caress her using both hands and mouth. I did my very best and was successful I think. Her breathing got heavy after a while and she cried out when I touched her clit that was growing fast. She sank down on the mattress and spread her thighs to give me access. I dug in licking and caressing and there was no doubt that she liked it. She panted hard and in between small cries came over her lips until suddenly her ass heaved up against my mouth and she cried out in ecstasy.

She sank back and lay on the mattress for a little while with a pleased smile on her face. She sat up and pulled me close to her and kissed my mouth.

"Thank you, that was very nice," she whispered. "Now I really am in the right mood to go on. What about you, need some encouragement? Yes, I think you do although it´s a very nice erection. But it can get a little harder, don´t you think? Well, hang on," she said and laughed throatily.

"Lucy, are you ready to start? We are," she said calling Lucy back to work. She had been moving around doing some exercises to loosen her muscles.

Elisabeth went down on all fours spreading her knees wide apart.

"Tom, come over here," she called. "This will be the first combined position. Let´s see if we can get it right. Put your cock against my opening . . . yes, that´s right. Feels nice doesn´t it? Oh, I have to be a bit higher up, don´t I?" With a remote she pumped up the mattress a little at a time lifting her up until she was satisfied with our relative heights. She watched in the mirror on the side to get it right. I too saw that my bent cock now formed a smooth curve ending at the entrance of Elisabeth´s pussy.

"Well Tom, time to get you real hard before Lucy starts to draw," Elisabeth said with a lustful grin on her face. "Push into me. Let my pussy get acquainted with your cock. It longs for making it feel at home in there. Come, come into me. Now push. Push hard . . . oh yes, that´s right . . . oh my god that´s feels real nice . . . you are not about to come are you? . . . No? Splendid, a little more then please."

She had become very talkative when I fucked her, a bit hesitantly at first but more relaxed when I found that she liked it. It didn´t take her long to come. She froze after crying out and I stopped too. 

"Splendid Tom, absolutely marvelous. Now withdraw and put the tip in my opening. We will have two poses, one with the tip just touching me and one with just the cock head engulfed by my cunt lips. Yes, that´s perfect. Freeze it there."

I had to stand with my cock touching her lovely pussy. It was hard not to bang her but she let me go inside her now and then for a few nice thrusts to keep my erection.

"Done, next please," Lucy finally exclaimed.

"Well done Tom," Elisabeth said. "But before we proceed please come into my cunt again. I want to be fully aroused on this one and the clit must be engorged. But for heaven´s sake don´t come. You have to stop if you are on the way. Bang me please, bang me hard"

Which I did. It was very pleasant as long as it lasted. But she came rather quickly and stopped us. She took up her position with my cock head engulfed by her cunt lips. It looked nice I could see in the mirror. I became amazed what she was able to do with just her lips to keep my erection. There was no need to go inside in this pose.

It was rather pleasant standing behind Elisabeth. I was asked to caress her to keep her arousal and her breast was very nice to fondle. They were a real handful with a firm core under the softness. The nipples got hard and stood out. 

Lucy was a fast drawer and I was surprised when she suddenly said that she was done. Elisabeth rocked backwards taking me in and allowed us a few nice thrusts before she pushed me out and rose.

"Calm down, there will be more," she said with a sweet smile and kissed my cheek. "Walk around and relax for a while." She went down and looked at the drawings with Lucy. They whispered together for a little while and then suddenly giggled.

"Well Tom, time for another round. Quite another pose this time. A change will be fine. I think it will enhance our performance. Now I want you on your back and I will be on top. Down you go, please."

I lay down and she knelt beside me and took me into her lovely mouth. It didn´t take her long to get me erect, not fully hard though but obviously enough for her because she suddenly withdrew and instead straddled me.

"Well, we need some fucking I think. To give us the right looks. As before, don´t come. Tell me if I get too carried away."

And then she started to ride, slow at first but speeding up. She was very good at it but it was over well before I was about to come. I had just grabbed her swinging boobs when she cried out in the now familiar way and sat down hard on my cock. After a short rest she leaned forward and kissed me, on the mouth this time.

"That was nice. Back to work then. Four positions this time. Then we will have a break," she said matter-of-factly and got in position. As before she wanted my cock to first just touch her opening and then to be engulfed by her lips. The third position surprised me though. She put my cock at her butt entrance and kept it in place with her hand just as she had needed to do if I was about to enter her.

I understood that she tacitly communicated with Lucy looking over her shoulder because I never heard Lucy say that she was done. Elisabeth just changed the position of my cock. So she took me by surprise when she suddenly slid down making my cock to plop through her sphincter muscle. I looked up at her face and saw a big grin. It was a real turn on and I had no problem to stay hard until Lucy had finished. Afterwards I became disappointed with myself that I hadn´t relaxed and got a little limp. Elisabeth would no doubt have let me deeper into her ass and that would certainly have been a lovely experience. She was a very experienced woman I had now understood. And the ease with which she had taken me into her butt told that she was as experienced in that way of fucking.

Suddenly Lucy must have finished because Elisabeth raised her hips making me plop out of her butt hole. She didn´t rose though. I looked up and saw a smile trickle in the corner of her mouth. The smile widened into her lustful grin.

"Well, Tom. That wasn´t bad, was it? Excellent I would say. I wasn´t sure about your staying ability but you met my expectations in full. Well, Diane told me that you were good at it but you never know. I think a reward is in place. Lucy, why don´t you take a break. The caterer will be delivering any moment now. Please take care of it."

Lucy immediately rose and in the same moment we heard the doorbell. Just in time again, I thought. But Elisabeth didn´t even wait for Lucy to leave before she mounted me. 

This time she took me for a real ride. She showed great skill and a real talent in reading me. She allowed herself to come several times but kept me in a state of high arousal without letting me boil over. But eventually when she got a little tired she took mercy of me and slowly but purposefully pushed me up the hill. Near the top she suddenly changed gear and fucked me frantically making us both to come in a shuddering climax.

Elisabeth collapsed exhausted on top of me and rested for quite a while. She then sat up again.

"Lovely Tom, just lovely," she purred and kissed me on the mouth, a deep long kiss this time.

She rose and pulled me up too. She embraced me and held me tight for a while.

"Time for lunch," she said breaking the hug. "I am starving, always get after a good fuck. And this was excellent. I never thought that you could hold back for so long. I didn´t really believe what Diane said. But she didn´t exaggerate, not the least." 

She brought me with her and showed me to a bathroom.

"You will find a robe in there," she said. "No need to get properly dressed. We will continue after lunch. I will have a quick shower. See you soon. I guess Lucy already is in the kitchen.

She was right of course. Lucy had laid the table in the big kitchen and now arranged a rich buffet lunch freshly delivered. Elisabeth had taken it for granted that I would say yes.

Elisabeth soon joined us. She got a bottle of wine from a wine cooler and asked me to open it. I knew the brand to be expensive. I poured us a glass each and we sat down to eat.

"Please take this pill," Elisabeth said with a sweet smile. "Although I am impressed by your readiness and staying power I think you might need some help. There is a lot more work ahead of us."

It was a blue, rhombic pill. I knew only one such pill was sure that it was Viagra. Not that I had needed it before but it was well known. I looked into her smiling eyes and my hesitation melted away. I took the pill.

It became a very nice lunch. The food was excellent, light and low on fat, designed for women. They soon started to ask questions about me and Diane and bit by bit they wriggled the story out of me. That I was harvesting in the nude amused them and they made a lot of comments how easily Diane had seduced me and made me act as she wished. Lucy was especially interested how I had got that totally exhausted look and nodded knowingly when I had to tell how thoroughly Diane had fucked me to total exhaustion. Elisabeth then told that she had bought the painting Surrender and that it would hang in her bedroom. When I reached out to refill the glasses Lucy declined and giggling said that she had to keep her steady hand. Elisabeth looked me in the eye and sweetly asked me not to drink more.

"Wine has the effect to enhance the lust but reduce the ability and staying power. And I will demand much more of you in the afternoon," she said. "But I will take another glass. It will reduce my inhibitions I think." 




Cock and Scythe Ch. 02



We finished lunch in an excellent mood. The women quickly put the leftovers back in the fridge and then we moved to the studio.

"Let´s start with the boobs," Elisabeth said. "But we must get excited, won´t we. Please caress me. I will go down on you later. Please take this brush and do my hair," she added.

I took the brush and moved to start working on the hair on her head although I didn´t see the reason. Her hair was perfect in my opinion and so was her make up.

"No, not up there, you silly. Down here. I want a real fluffy look," she said giggling and pushed my hand down to her Venus mound. I did my best brushing her rich bush into fluffiness while both women giggled. I moved to stand behind her and when I thought I had done what I could I pushed my hand in between her thighs from behind. She readily moved her feet apart and I could put my thumb in her moist pussy and the rest of my fingers over her clit and mound. She giggled heavily when I caressed both the inside and the outside. Her clit soon got hard and she started to pant heavily. Before I know it she came under my hand.

"Well done, very well done," she exclaimed. "Let me return the favor." She knelt in front of me and her mouth found my cock and took it in with no help from her hands. It felt even better than last time and she got the response rather quickly. The Viagra helped, I guessed.

"We are ready. Straddle me," she ordered and Elisabeth flung herself down on the mattress to lie on her back. I followed and got direction to kneel over her belly and to put my cock between her boobs. She pushed them together and told me to fuck her boobs for a while. But suddenly she put a stop to that and got us into the position she wanted. It became three, one where my cock touched a nipple, one where the cock was surrounded on three sides by her boobs and one where the breasts totally engulfed the cock and only the head was visible on top.

When Lucy gave the signal that she was done Elisabeth pulled me further up her body and took me into her mouth for a revival. Then she pushed me all the way down until I was lying on top of her with my cock along her slit. I could feel her excitement when my cock touched her warm and slippery pussy. 

"Well, now we are going to pose for some sketches in the missionary way. But before we start I want you into me for a while. Make me come please," she said and moved her butt to get me in place.

I slipped easily into her and she met my thrusts eagerly when I started to fuck her. She came rather quickly and pushed me out. "Time to work," she said giggling.

This position took time. She wanted many variations. To begin with she lay flat with her knees well spread and my cock just touching her entrance. In the next my cock head was just inside. Then followed a few poses when her legs were lifted up in different positions; knees bent, legs straight but wide apart, legs straight up in the air. After that I needed a good revival and was invited to push into her. She took the opportunity to come again crying out loudly telling how pleased she was. 

Then followed a series of poses where she put her legs on me; Around my thighs, around my waist, and over my shoulders. After another revival and screaming orgasm it was time for the last few poses. There were a few alterations when she had her legs up on the sides of her head lifting her butt high up in the air. All positions included both touching the opening and inserting the cock head but not more.

After revival and orgasm it was time for the final pose which was very strenuous. She was on her back with a cushion under her butt to lift it up. Her thighs were well spread. I was above her straight as a plank supporting myself only on my hands and feet. The cock head was the only part of my body that touched her. She was very thorough to get the angles right so my curved cock and her body formed a nice sculpture. It took some time to get it right and I had to refresh my hardness in her before we could take up the right pose. And I had to get refreshed again before the pose when my cock head was engulfed by her pussy lips. But she was very sweet about it taking the opportunity to get pleasure herself.

When Lucy told she was satisfied Elisabeth suggested a break. We went to the kitchen for refreshments. I was asked to take another pill although Elisabeth assured me over and over again that she was very pleased with my performance so far. But she pointed out that we weren´t finished yet. Elisabeth had another glass of wine. Lucy and I had coffee together with a nourishing cake.

On the way back to the studio Elisabeth let her gown drop and walked in front of me in the nude. I admired her nice ass that moved so nicely. She looked over her shoulder now and then smiling at me. It had the desired effect. When we were back I had a nice swell, a swell that Elisabeth took great care to develop into a good erection. 

"Well then, time for the last poses I think. This time from behind again but standing up," Elisabeth announced. She told Lucy and me to put a table up on the platform. Once there she leaned over it wriggling her ass invitingly. When I didn´t move forward fast enough she patted her ass and spread her feet even wider. She was wide open.

I moved in being sure that she wanted to be mounted and besides I had to get harder as well. And she had made me understand that she preferred to have her pussy do the work rather than her mouth whenever possible. And I was hard enough to enter her. Which I did with gusto which pleased her. It became a very nice fuck until she pushed me out after her second orgasm.

The posing began. Again there were several variations but always from behind. The table gave several possibilities. She supported herself against it, she rested her upper body on it, she lifted her leg up and so forth. Not only should my cock both touch her pussy and enter her slightly but she also wanted the same with her butt hole. It was amazing how easily she relaxed her sphincter muscle. There was hardly any resistance when I pushed the cock head into her ass and she wanted my renewal to take place in her butt instead of the pussy. That was fine with me. It was fun to push into her narrow canal and a new feeling when she squeezed my entire cock. I had to concentrate to hold back a few times when she got wild with my cock all the way up her ass.

Eventually Lucy told that she was done. Elisabeth stood up.

"Splendid. I think we have done wonders. Now there is a lot of material for the paintings I want. Thank you both." She hugged me first and then Lucy.

"Tom, come with me. I want your advice on something."

She led me out from the studio and after allowing me a quick detour into a bathroom, to her bedroom. It was a big room with a huge bed which for some reason was made up for going to sleep with the duvet folded away. 

"What did you want to ask me?" I said a bit puzzled.

"Oh, I can´t make up my mind where to put the painting of you that I have bought. It´s the one called Surrender where your sword is lowered but your cock is very erect and ready for battle. I adore it. Take a look around while I freshen up," she said excusing herself and went into her en-suite bathroom. She took her time in there. Meanwhile I studied the paintings on the walls. It was a mix of old and new pieces but all were erotic, some very explicit. But none were of her.

Suddenly she stood in the door to the bathroom. For some reason the silk gown was open and held to the sides. She was stark naked. Although we had been together all day in the nude she suddenly looked very enticing. She stood there in a delightful pose and my cock reacted positively. 

She suddenly moved towards me with slightly exaggerated movements. When she was close she opened my robe and got a pleased look when she saw the status of my cock. She put her arms around my neck and grinded her belly against my erect cock.

"Diane told me how excellently she got fucked. She said that you kept her on top surfing on the orgasmic wave for an incredible long time and twice in a row. I want to get a similar experience. Please," she said begging. It was the first time that day she had asked and not demanded.

She got rid of my robe and let her gown slide to the floor and pushed us towards the bed. She lay down on her back and stretched out her arms in a welcoming gesture.

"Come, take me. Do what you want. Take the lead please, I am all yours" she said in a weak voice. 

I became very unsure what to do or rather how to do it. What had happened with Diane was nothing I had tried to accomplish. It had just happened and I suspected it was as much Diane´s skill as mine. Well, I thought, I could only do my best and hope that Elisabeth would put her skill into it too.

I started to caress her but soon found that she was very excited already. But I kept on thinking that she had to be extremely excited before I entered her. Besides I wasn´t sure about how long I would last once I got inside her. I had been in and out of her pussy all day but this was different with lots of feelings involved. I had her erupt under my hands and then again with my tongue. 

I put a thick pillow under her ass because the bed was very soft. She smiled expectantly when she lifted her ass and got comfortable on the pillow. She raised her legs and spread the thighs wide thinking that I was going to enter her but I went down on her again with my tongue. 

I entered her while she still was savoring the afterglow of a good orgasm. That she was a very orgasmic woman I knew by now and had no doubt that she would orgasm several times more with my cock in her pussy. But if I could make her ride the wave like Diane was another thing. We had to be on the same wave length to accomplish that. But I would do my best.

So I started to fuck her. It was lovely. Her pussy accommodated me excellently and she met me with great enthusiasm and skill. Soon she screamed and bucked wildly under me. I kept on banging in a slow steady pace until she was back meeting my thrust in a controlled way. Then I changed behavior and pulled her legs up onto my shoulders to penetrate her deeply. She liked it and adjusted her ass to get me as deep as possible. She grunted each time I bottomed out in her. After a while she lowered her legs and crossed them behind my waist. That hampered my movements but I thought she sent a message. So I banged her with short, hard thrusts which obviously were to her liking. Suddenly there was a long lasting, high pitch cry. Her pussy muscles rippled along my cock in a mighty orgasm. It was very promising.

After a brief catch of breathe we resumed fucking. She tried different positions of her legs. She spread them wide, she raised them straight up in the air, she bent her knees letting the lower legs dangle. She came in each position letting it be known by her high pitch cry and rippling pussy muscles. Finally she planted the feet firmly on the bed and met me strongly lifting her ass. It felt like she had decided it to be the best position.

I felt a difference in how her body reacted and changed behavior. My thrusts became more soft and slow but I made sure to go all the way in after nearly had pulled out of her. There was a shiver in her body and suddenly a low whine was heard. Her inner muscles rippled slowly as they had done before but softer and more slowly. I kept my pace being very careful not to slip out of her on the backward thrust.

That made it. She kept on whining and rippling her muscles until suddenly there was a high pitch cry and a few heavier ripples. I kept on fucking her in the same slow pace and it paid off. The slow ripples came back immediately and so did the whining. We had found the rhythm.

I tried to relax and concentrate on keeping the pace. Her pussy now changed all the time just I remembered that Diane´s had done. It got narrow, it got loose, it rippled or was completely still. Her whining went up and down and in between there were high pitch cries. She was never silent and I just knew that she was where she had wanted to be, surfing the waves.

Gradually my own pleasure grew and I realized that Marianne now was able not only to get the ultimate pleasure herself but also to think about me. That was the last thought I had. From then on I just enjoyed the incredible pleasure she gave me. Her pussy did wonders engulfing my cock. Eventually the pleasure became so immense that I couldn´t hold back any longer. I erupted in her pussy shooting my load in several spurts. I got aware of her long lasting, high pitch cry that died away only slowly. Suddenly all strength left our bodies and I collapsed on top of her. 

Elisabeth came to before I did. She embraced me with both arms and legs.

"Wow. Goodness gracious me. That really was something," she exclaimed. "I am overwhelmed. I never thought anything could feel like that. I thought that Diane grossly exaggerated but she didn´t. Wow. It was fabulous. By far the best I have ever experienced. Oh my goodness." She kissed me eagerly.

She held me in the tight embrace for a while before rolling us over. She sat up on my body moving her pussy back and forth over my cock. Of course there was no reaction. It had been a long day ending with a tremendous eruption. She sensed that but kept on pleasuring herself. But I also got my share when she lowered her upper body and caressed me with her heavy boobs. Finally she kissed me, a long lingering kiss.

She broke the kiss, sighed and dismounted me. She sat on the bedside. I embraced her from behind wishing that I could fulfill her wish of a second round. She leaned back placing her cheek against mine and pushed my hands up to cover her boobs. She smiled pleased when I caressed her.

"Yes, it would be lovely but I understand that it isn´t possible. I understood that Diane made you both to calm down in between. That´s why she could ride the wave twice in a row. I couldn´t stop to do that. It felt too lovely."

She stood up and went to freshen up. She came back still in the nude looking marvelous when she approached the bed in her sexy walk. I think that she still had a faint hope.

"Now I know where to hang the painting," she exclaimed. "It should be opposite my bed. I will love to see it first thing in the morning thinking that the surrender is to me and that the erection is because of my naked body. I always sleep in the nude. Then I will remember the luscious feeling of that cock doing wonders in my pussy. Yes, that will be lovely, oh my goodness." She smiled lustfully.

She leaned down and hugged me again.

"Well, everything has to come to an end, hasn´t it. You have fulfilled everything I hoped for when I saw you last night and topped with this marvelous ending. Thank you so very much, I am utterly grateful," she said and stood up.

"You find your way back to your clothes, don't you? I will see you in a little while." It was said sweetly but it sounded like a dismissal although her body language softened the feeling. She stood and saw me to the door of her bedroom.

After a quick detour in the bathroom I went to the studio expecting to meet Lucy. But the room was empty. There was a card though. Lucy´s card with a heart drawn on it.

I had hardly got dressed before Elisabeth stood in the door.

"You are ready? Good. Lucy has gone I am afraid. I told her that we needed some privacy."

Elisabeth walked me to the front door. She was still in her silk gown that clung to her body. When she walked in front of me her luscious body and rolling ass showed clearly. When she turned at the door to hug me it was undone. She hugged me again.

"I hope you will remember me. I certainly will remember you, every morning when I wake up," she said softly and kissed my cheek. 

And that was the end of a most surprising and exciting day.