(In her own art work, Lucy’s specialisation was intimate views of the female genitalia. Sort of like Georgia O’Keefe, who used flowers and plants of the American desert as inspiration for her paintings suggesting the vulva, labia, and clitoris. But Lucy chose live models, and reciprocated by providing herself as a model as well. When modeling, she made sure to present herself explicitly and unashamedly. Also, as one of the founding members of the group, she had a major say in setting the theme for each get-together. This evening she’d chosen Erotic Couplings for the second and third hours.)
But first, there were a few more solo poses, for which Lucy was ready:
One of the women took Lucy’s robe and asked her to stand in a certain way with one leg on the stool, and came up on the platform herself to arrange Lucy’s limbs, assuring that her legs were well apart, then teased her clit out of its hood. The second pose had Lucy reclining on the futon, for the third she was seated on the chair with her legs parted over the armrests, again with her clit prominent. I could see exactly which of the other artists were enjoying a perfect unobstructed frontal view of Lucy’s exposed and open cunt. I noticed where Lucy’s young student Michael was seated and that he was in a good position to be looking straight up at the nakedness between his teacher’s legs. A student being treated to the ultimate beaver shot! Complete with pink!
One of the regulars came up to Lucy and asked permission to touch her to adjust the pose. With her consent, he first fluffed her individual pubic hairs out a bit, then used his fingers to gently spread her lips apart, as Lucy thanked him for the extra attention he gave her lady bits. I noticed Michael shifting uneasily at the improved view. I also noticed the wetness forming between Lucy’s legs. Living up to her nickname ‘Juicy Lucy’!
By now, Lucy’s nipples were darker and appeared much more pointed than before. How I longed to approach her to kiss those nipples!
Lucy is very private about nudity and sex outside the art studio, but in the studio she’s totally dedicated to art and will do whatever is necessary. Thus her ability to stand before us proudly naked, one foot on the edge of the divan, crotch open, telling us that now it was time to start the erotic couplings, and that the next pose called for a penis to be at least partially into her cunt. Perhaps mine?
Preparing for that pose, Lucy waited on the futon while George, a man in his thirties and thus about ten years Lucy’s junior, ascended the steps to the platform, stripped off, and, semi-erect, stood next to Lucy for the desired pose: Lucy to recline on her side with George behind her, the two of them spooning, with George’s arm draped across Lucy’s breasts, the fingers of his hand encircling her nipple. George’s penis would be just visible between Lucy’s slightly parted legs. Two women stepped onto the platform to help arrange the models. Lucy reached between her legs to find George’s cock behind her, and wriggled herself just over its tip and used her hands to put George’s cock partway into her. She then set her arms and head into the pose.
One of the artists came forward to lift Lucy’s leg higher to open her cunt a bit more, whilst I fed George’s penis a little further into her. Once satisfied with the pose, we returned to our easels.
Of course, Lucy was quite capable of taking a cock into herself without assistance, but once her arms were set into a pose she relied on others to place the cock correctly. Sometimes she needed to have someone hold her labia open, other times it was to fit the cock properly. This time she needed both, for which she thanked me and the other fellow.
(Each member of our group occasionally posed nude, but only Lucy and one other woman, Sarah, ever consented to incidental penetration whilst modeling, and then only as needed for an artistic pose. We were all dedicated artists willing to sacrifice modesty, and to endure vulnerability, and possibly humiliation, for the sake of art. The only barriers Lucy respected were that she and her brother Louis, also an accomplished artist, and present this evening, had an agreement to not be paired together in any pose calling for penetration, and that she would not pose with her adult son Jonathan, also present. Her mum and dad, artists in their sixties, wouldn’t arrive until later, as they were presently at a church dinner. She sometimes posed with Mum, but never with Dad.)
I could see George’s penis slowly growing further into Lucy’s cunt. She even commented on how it felt inside her, and wriggled a bit more to accommodate it better. Twice during the pose it fell out, and since Lucy had to keep her arms in the pose I came forward to stuff it back in. My one hand to hold her cunt lips apart, the other to work the cock into her. Then a final adjustment to fold the hood back to reveal her clit. We finally altered the pose to have George move his hand from Lucy’s nipple to her slit, in order to keep her clit exposed.
For Lucy, having us arrange her cunt for a pose was as ordinary as arranging her arm or leg, the cock just made the pose a bit more complicated. Nonetheless, she maintained her dignity and set all at ease during these sexually-charged moments with light-hearted comments on what was going on, like “Don’t be shy, maybe two fingers would work better”, or “Perhaps use both hands, then you could pull my hood back a bit”. Or, “Maybe diddle my clit a bit and it might stay out for the whole pose”. And sometimes, just comments on nothing in particular, like what green grocer she favors. Or, she’ll be lying there with a cock inside her, and tell us about a book she’d read. Or, look us in the eye and ask permission to orgasm, or to apologise if she already had. She was completely open, in more ways than one.
Sometimes she invited a first-timer to feel the smoothness of her skin to better be able to draw its texture.
Even though she wasn’t actively fucking, the fact remained that, although motionless, she was lying there naked with a man’s cock inside her, holding still while we studied the two nude bodies in an erotic pose. To a casual observer, she was certainly fucking, but to us artists she was holding a pose. But art or no art, I just wanted to fuck her myself!
The next pose called for Lucy to lie on the futon, her back supported by a cushion with her knees drawn up and apart. George knelt between her legs, his mouth just at her entrance, with his tongue on her clitoris. George’s tongue wasn’t the right shape to allow the clit to still be seen, so several of us, both men and women, tried in turn to place our tongue on Lucy’s clit until the view was correct. When it came my turn to try, my tongue kept slipping off due to the excessive slickness there. The best turned out to be Phil, and once his tongue was on her clit, he held it there for the entire fifteen minutes as Lucy held his head in place. I saw that her breathing seemed to be heavier. As Phil pulled away when the timer sounded, his face appeared quite wet. (Unlike Sarah, Lucy allowed poses suggesting oral sex, as they’d be static–usually.) She was completely uninhibited if it was to benefit art. I saw that her clitoris was now out beyond the confines of its hood, projecting perhaps two centimeters, glowing pink and slick with fluid. At someone’s request, Lucy stayed in position while two or three of us made quick close-up sketches. Depicting shiny fluid with charcoal or pencil is always a challenge, so a few minutes of practice was welcomed. Lucy kept her legs apart to afford us the best views of her clit, which now stayed out on its own.