Chapter 5
It was raining hard the next day and I was left all by myself in the big house. I worked hard on my painting for most of the morning, using small sketches for models, and by keeping at it I got the whole family into it.
The patio was my studio. Rain poured down in sheets just outside and it splattered back over the floor. I thought about the clothes my characters would wear. Naked was what they should be ... but I didn't want Richard throwing me out just yet.
The phone rang insistently until I saw fit to pick it up. It was Tazu and she had good news. "Chuck wants you to paint my portrait," she said excitedly, "and he wants it done as soon as possible."
"What's his hurry?" I asked.
"Oh, he thinks it might make me happy again, the way I was when he first married me," she said with a touch of irony, "I've been making his life such a hell lately ... Anyway, will you come soon?"
"As soon as I can," I said. "I'll try to borrow my brother's car and if everything works out I'll be there this evening."
"I can hardly wait." The undertone in her voice echoed my own longing for her, and that ever-vigilant barometer in my pants jumped up and pointed to red alert. "Perhaps we can be alone together for a little while ... But I'd better hang up, Chuck is just coming back to the house."
I dialed Richard's office number and asked him for the loan of his car, which he had left at home that day because he hadn't felt like driving in to work. He gave his permission with that martyred consanguinity of his that I was growing to detest. How could he be my brother? If I was in his position I'd give me the shirt off my back! Perhaps not my best shirt, though. I took the easel down and stored the gear in his workshop for later, took my case of paints and brushes with me, and got into the big Lincoln. Wearing jeans and a sweatshirt tends to make riding in a Lincoln all the sweeter, I thought, turning the key and hearing the engine purr into life. Just as I pulled out of the driveway Diane drove up in the Mercedes, and I told her I'd be back in a day or so. She looked crestfallen until I explained to her that it was a job and that with the money I earned I'd be able to placate her husband.
"That's a good idea," she said thoughtfully. "Perhaps then he won't mind you staying another week or two."
"Wouldn't that be nice?" I waved goodbye and drove through the quiet suburban streets toward the freeway. I could hardly wait to see Tazu again. All the memories that we had built up for each other in the space of two months now came back to me, and my foot kept getting heavier and heavier on the accelerator until I came to with a shock and realized I was doing well over a hundred. For the rest of the journey I kept a tighter grip on myself, but that didn't prevent my excitement from building up to a peak by the time I reached the arboreal hideaway.
Tazu was at the gate waiting for me, but she had to be very cool because her husband was sitting by the side of the pond reading his paper. She just squeezed my hand very hard and whispered ardent words into my ear. She introduced me to Chuck, and I was so worried about my erection showing that I hardly looked at his face. But we passed the awkward stage and Chuck told me to sit down and to have a drink with him.
"I've heard of you," he said, "and you've got quite a reputation in the art world." He was a heavy-set man with a blonde crew cut, square features and Nazi-blue eyes, and he pronounced his words ponderously the way important executives do when they're assured of a captive audience. "I also heard you're a bit of a ... well, beatnik. You don't like to commit yourself, is that right?"
"I commit myself to my work," I shrugged. "Besides, I'm too old to be a beatnik. Your wife looks like a great subject, devastatingly beautiful, I can't wait to see if I can do her justice."
"It's a challenge to you?" he said with approval.
"Yes, in a way. Every painting is, of course; you have to decide which colors to use, which setting, which angles, there are too many variables to mention. Of course I'll need complete artistic freedom."
"Of course, of course. Now Tazu has told me you want five thousand dollars for the job. I want to see the painting before I lay out that kind of money."
"In that case you'll have to imagine it," I said curtly. Chuck looked nonplussed, then grinned and pulled a check from his shirt.
"Just testing," he said, smiling at me the way a father smiles down at his little son who's done something adult. I took the check and studied it for a moment, tucked it away, and made a mental note to cash it the very next day. Tazu sat with us now and pretended to be slightly embarrassed by the way I was looking her over.
"It'll have to be a nude portrait," I said authoritatively. "There's no other way to capture the real woman in her because the face is too enigmatic—at least to occidental eyes," I added with a small smile in her direction. "I hope you're not the suspicious kind, Chuck."
"Hell no, I trust the little woman," he laughed. You stupid fuck, I thought. In a way I was glad he was so obnoxious. That way I could screw him until he bled and I wouldn't feel badly about it.
"I'd like to start right away." I took the case from the Lincoln and asked for a room in which to set up shop. I was given a guest room with a bed and a small table, some chairs, and a TV, a monk's cell compared to the quarters I'd occupied here before. Tazu followed me to the new studio, and after checking to see if her husband was still by the side of the pool, she hurled herself at me and hugged me until I couldn't breathe. I felt her soft flesh through the shift she'd thrown on, and found that she was stark naked under it.
"Just a quick one," she whispered. "My God, John, you don't know what I've gone through since you left here. He made love to me once like a pig, and then he expected me to be fawning all over him. How can you tell a man he isn't the stud he thinks he is? Oh John, please, just a quick one, I want to feel you inside me again. I'll keep watch, you go ahead."
"Fine." I unzipped my jeans but kept the belt buckled in case I had to make rapid adjustments, and Tazu leaned with both hands on the window sill so she could see her husband and act as an early warning signal system when he moved. I draped her shift up over her ass, exposing those familiar, beautiful soft buttocks once again, and then I pointed my stiff prick right at the split between them. It was as though I had never left her! All that had happened between the last time we'd made love, and this time, was just a restless dream.
My knob disappeared into her moist snatch and she let out a low cry of pleasure. I moved my dick back and forth in short jabs to work it right up into her body, and when it reached its' limit I let it rest there for a minute while I bent over her and fondled her firm breasts with nostalgic delight. "I've missed you so much," I told her. "Are you sure you're doing everything possible to get rid of him?"
"Everything, darling," she groaned. "I can't take this much longer. Please, push it right up me, deeper now, harder, oh yes, that's the way I remember it. You're so big and thick, John, push it in from the left, that's my favorite slant. Yes, yes, oh God I'm coming already! Finger my ass again, touch my breasts, no one can do that like you!"
I obliged her with passion. My fingers opened her asshole up and dug into it two at a time, and my cock rode in and out of her slippery pussy with deep, penetrating strokes. When I leaned over far enough I could see Chuck sitting by the side of the pool, and I wondered how he could ever have come to trust his wife so absolutely. If he saw us fucking like rabbits he probably wouldn't believe his eyes. Dumb, dumb, I thought, pushing into her harder and finger-fucking her with two fingers reaming her asshole. Tazu wriggled and moaned, pushing back at me to get more of my dick into her pussy, hungry for love and eager to store some up for later.
By pushing downward I managed to give her clitoris a good drubbing while opening her cunt up far enough to allow me to slip a finger up with my pumping cock. I stood back and watched almost dispassionately as two fingers of one hand fucked her asshole and one on the other hand edged in below, putting so much pressure on her that she began to gasp hysterically. I had her in my power and it was just a matter of fucking harder to keep her soaring up to her big climax. It was a noisy one, lots of squeals and groans, but Chuck didn't hear a thing. He read the stock exchange report.
When she had recovered some I switched holes and eased my dick up her ass for the finale. My cock was hot, throbbing, bursting with its own passion, and when those tight muscles and the close, silken sleeve of her asshole closed around my cock it was all I could do to keep going. I had to close my eyes for a moment to block out the sight of her rippling flesh and just plow on regardless of how good it felt. Her startled cries, the sudden tensions that caused her ass to clamp down on me, those convulsive shudders, they all heralded another climax, her favorite kind. When she was fucked properly up the ass she climaxed incredibly! And even though this quickie was turning into a long-distance effort, I wanted to remind her of who I was and what I could do for her. My cock withdrew until only the glans had contact with her asshole, then it jumped forward and buried itself into her soft flesh, driving deeper then before, forcing groans of ecstasy from her body. She clung to the window sill with all her might and kept her ass cocked up at me even though her legs were trembling and threatening to buckle.
To give her some support I grabbed her pussy with both hands and held her up while titillating her clitoris coarsely. "Ooooohhh Jeeeee-sus!" she groaned, her body twitching all over. "What are you doing to me, John! That's so good, I can't take it, don't stop!" I moved in, pushing at her with my body and cock, forcing her to take all of me into her little ass and then belligerently demanding she take more. She was doubled up between me and the window sill. "YES DARLING, YES, YES, GIVE IT TO ME, AAAUUGGH GOD, HARDER, DEEPER, IT HURTS SO MUCH, YES, YES, OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWAA-AHHhhhh!" She screamed it out at the top of her lungs, and the sudden explosion of noise took me by surprise and made me lose my load before I was ready to spend it. The cream seethed into her asshole and she writhed like a stuck snake until her own passions had dissipated some. But then we both realized that her husband must have heard her.
I looked out the window and saw he wasn't by the side of the pool. Quickly we separated. I got into my jeans and busied myself with my equipment while Tazu struck a modestly artistic pose in which she could hide her orifices from sight. Sure enough, Chuck burst into the room and asked what was wrong.
"Nothing, darling," said Tazu. "John just told me a very funny joke and I was laughing very loud."
"Oh yeah?" He looked at the two of us suspiciously, no doubt noting how sweaty we both were and how little work had been done. "Why would you want to tell her jokes?"
"To relax her," I said as though I couldn't believe how ignorant he was. "You know how it is when you point a camera at a woman, she immediately bares her teeth and tries to look like a model. But when you let her relax a little and make her laugh, the real person appears. Look at your wife, can't you tell the difference?"
"Mmm, yes I guess so." But I knew he had been ruffled and that he would keep an eye on us until he'd recaptured his smug self-assurance. He sat down and watched as I set up the canvas and walked around Tazu as if to get my bearings. I drew a few pencil lines on the canvas, sketching out a rough composition, and then I lit up a cigarette and stared at what I had done. This soon bored my patron and with a few limp remarks he left the room.
Tazu fetched a wet cloth from the bathroom and sponged herself, the chair she'd been sitting on, and my dick clean of the residue of love. "How am I going to get any work done with you tempting me this way?" I asked her. She just smiled and kissed the head of my dick. The touch of her soft lips against my sensitive flesh was enough to give us both ideas and as soon as she had disposed of the cloth she came back to kneel down in front of me and kiss it some more.
"The longer you take to paint me, the longer you'll have to stay here," she said in between lingering kisses. I sat back with my eyes closed and thought about that intermittently. Her lips glided along my flesh and brought the blood back to my dick, her hands fondled my balls and stroked my belly, and with all that going on I thought she was quite right But then I remembered Chuck's suspicious look and I realized there was a limit to his dumbness.
"No, I'll use that painting we hid away in the rafters," I said. "That way I'll get to finish it and Chuck will think I've worked hard for my money."
"The one with my pussy?" she asked with a disbelieving laugh. "Oh no, Chuck would die!"
"You're such an optimist. Come on, don't stop now, I love it when you lick me all over." She went back to work, licking my dick with her little, rapid tongue, giving herself over to the job in hand until both of us were lost in an erotic haze. That wet little tongue went all over my balls and thighs, crept down to my asshole ever so surreptitiously and reminded me of my succubus, the sleepwalker supreme, who had rimmed me all the way up the stairway to paradise. In a way I missed Richard's place, and I wished I had finished all his women off before leaving. Diane, Jean, Cindy, they all had something coming to them when I returned. After all, I had warned Richard. But he, like Chuck, wouldn't believe that his woman could be interested in anyone but himself. When a man took his woman for granted to such an extent, he had in effect outlawed her as far as I was concerned, Tazu and Diane were free agents, nothing more. And as the beautiful oriental sucked on my dick and caressed my nipples, I thought how good it was to be me. No man could poach my women because I didn't have any.
She licked and stroked, crooning and drooling over my dick, her face alight with her private pleasure, and,! caressed her hair and told her how beautiful she was. Her finger pushed at my asshole and made me sit further forward with my legs wide apart so she could get it right up me and titillate my prostate gland with the tip of her long finger. That queasy, exciting sensation suffused me and made me all the more inclined to give her what she was sucking for. But I was enjoying the weird blend of feelings too much to give in without a struggle. Clenching my teeth and balling my fists, thinking of dull things and conjuring up the prospect of Chuck bursting in on us, I managed to retard my orgasm and to make Tazu work all the harder for it. Her tongue and lips and teeth worked on my dick in unison, her greedy slurping echoed through the quiet room, and her finger moved in as deeply as it could go to force me to blow. Ah not yet, not yet" ... I hung on grimly, holding back the cream boiling up in my balls until it gathered enough force to blurt out of my dick, and then I doubled up, grabbed her head, and fucked her face in a passionate flurry, a last-minute rush that left us both exhausted.
"Ah, that's better," I said, lying back in the chair and closing my eyes for a little doze.
"Come on, put your pants back on," she said, handing them to me. "I really think we ought to be more careful from now on, John. If Chuck catches us fooling around he'll kick me out and cut me off without a penny." We were rational again, and we appreciated what the future might bring. I sighed and sat aside the immediate pleasures, the urgings of the libido and the id, leaving the candy store for the moment so that we might own it later.
I began work on the painting in earnest when it had been taken down from the rafters and cleaned off. As a painting it still appealed to me greatly. The compositional values were so radical that Tazu's beauty became surreal and breathtaking. If Chuck didn't want it I could always sell it for enough money to tide me over for the rest of the year. I worked on the distribution of color carefully, sketching in a design for a rich tapestry under Tazu, planning a hazy backdrop to make the soft focus on her face less indistinct, and grading the tones so that her pussy would be sharp and clear, the natural focal point of the whole work. The challenges inherent in it were numerous and absorbing, and before long I had forgotten all about the real live nude sitting in the room with me. Only the radiant, proud, pussy-flaunting woman on the canvas mattered, and while the light of day remained strong I continued to work with all my body and soul.
Dusk changed the colors and forced me to put my brushes into the big jar of diluted solvent. Tazu was asleep on her back and for a moment I felt a real contempt for her. I'd been doing some of the most important work in my career but not one iota of it had touched her. If I had been her I would have perched on my shoulder to watch the application of every brush stroke! But that was life.
"Well, how's it going?" asked Chuck in his big, hearty voice. We were sitting at the dinner table, with him at the head of it, and for a second I was going to tell him how excited I was by the balance and the colors; but then I remembered he only cared about a likeness, and so I told him it looked just like her. "Great, great," he said, the patron of the arts. "Keep up the good work."
Asshole, I thought, and I also thought about cashing his cheque the next morning, a thought that kept me from voicing the original thought. It wasn't easy to be with both Chuck and Tazu, and when they announced that they were going out for the evening, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"By the way," said Chuck as they were about to leave, "if my daughter drops by tell her we'll be back at about midnight."
"I didn't know Julie was coming," said Tazu sharply.
"Oh, didn't I tell you? Yes, she might be staying over for a few days while her mother's taking a rest cure," said Chuck. "She called today but I guess I forgot to give you the message. Never mind. You'll tell her won't you, John?"
"Sure, sure." I wondered why Tazu gave me such a mean look, I had heard her mention that Chuck had a daughter by a previous marriage but I'd never cared enough to ask questions about her. And now that I was about to meet her I felt about as curious as a rock. Any offspring of his had to be bland. So I waved them goodbye and went back up to my studio. I really wanted to work more and the only way to do that was to set up artificial daylight. With that rigged up I took up where I'd left off.
"Not bad," said a light female voice behind me, "but are you sure my father commissioned you to paint Tazu like that?" I looked around to find a tall blonde standing at the doorway, her blue eyes half closed in an ironic smile. Was that Julie? My eyes ran over—no, caressed—her voluptuous body and her long legs, moved back up. to her pretty, girlish face and decided to take another trip along that curvaceous body. Big full breasts stood out under a blouse that seemed about to burst, a brief skirt encased her hips and let plenty of leg show, and I knew I was in deep trouble.
"He hasn't seen it yet but I'm sure he'll understand why it had to be this way," I said. Suddenly I was conscious of my own dilapidated state. My jeans were covered in paint, there was blue and pink all over my hands and chest, a cigarette butt dangled off my lip, and my bare feet were more colorful than the canvas. She noticed my appearance, too.
"You really look like a painter," she said. She made herself comfortable in a nearby chair and crossed her legs lazily, as if she wanted me to see that glimpse of white panties and that delicious expanse of thigh. "But tell me, why do painters feel obliged to look like bums?"
"What do you want from me?" I countered. "I can't work in a tuxedo. Besides, if I didn't look the part people wouldn't pay me so well."
"Aha, an artist but a worldly one. I gather that my father and that oriental hussy are out for the evening?" I nodded lamely, thinking about defending Tazu's honor and also thinking about taking this blonde beast in my arms and fucking the living daylights out of her. "Good. Then why don't you take a shower and perhaps we can make the evening pass away more pleasurably." There was no mistaking her intentions but I couldn't believe it just the same. Something told me to ignore her temptations. If I gave in I'd be in big trouble. The mean look Tazu had given me now made excellent sense. She had told me to keep my hands to myself or else! It was a choice, Tazu or Julie, and I'd have to be a fool to choose Julie. But she was so big-titted and big-assed, so long-legged and blonde, how could I refuse her?
"Sure, I'll take a shower," I said, and I walked out of the room as if she had merely requested me to clean up for the sake of her dainty aesthetics. In the bathroom I closed the door, dropped my jeans, and stepped under the water along with a little bottle of turpentine with which to get the worst of the paint off, and then I soaped up mightily. I wasn't surprised when she came in and sat by the side of the cubicle. Her blue eyes watched me narrowly. "You certainly take liberties," I protested weakly.
"Artists are such whores," she said.
"Who uses terms like that?" I said, "You know, you look like a throwback to the fifties. I'll bet you wear a garter belt."
"As a matter of fact, I do." She lifted her skirt and there were the good old elastic strips holding her stockings up. My cock skipped a beat and stood up strenuously to get a better look. "I even use condoms. Isn't that kinky?"
I rinsed and stepped out to dry myself. She kept on watching me. I guessed her to be eighteen but she was very old for her age. My cock kept embarrassing me by standing up, and I had to keep turning my back to her until it subsided. Julie was cool about it, very sophisticated. She waited until I was dry and had brushed my teeth, and then she told me to come with her into Daddy's bedroom.
"Make love to me on his side of the bed," she said. "I want you to spill my juices on the spot where he sleeps. Does that revolt you?"
"What am I doing here?" I asked myself. But even as I thought about Tazu I knew it was impossible to refuse this woman. My cock was doing all the thinking at this stage, and when Julie stretched out on the bed I had to lie down beside her. She smiled at me when I placed my hand on one of her mountainous breasts and purred slightly when I caressed and squeezed it through her blouse and bra. What plenitude! What a bounty of tit! I could hardly wait to get at £he naked flesh, and so I undid a couple of buttons and eased my fingers in between the stiff cup of her bra and the soft flesh within. She arched her back and snuggled against me, moving her body in time with my squeezes, and I had to lean over to get my lips on her partially exposed tits. Mamma mia! I undid the rest of the buttons and pushed her blouse back over her shoulders, then reached behind her to undo the catch, but she pushed my hands away.
"Easy, honey," she murmured. "We've-got all night, remember?"
Something inside me cringed. I shouldn't tire myself out, not with Tazu being so suspicious. But I straddled her waist and bent down to lavish kisses upon those bulging mounds, wrestling, with the bra cups to get more, more, more! And when I pulled one tit out altogether she moaned and offered it up to me with both hands. A pink nipple on a quaking bed of white flesh, that fabled vanilla ice cream with the cherry on top; all my adolescent fantasies erupted all over again and I assaulted her cherry as if it was the first one I had ever seen! I licked it and sucked it, feeling a great peace steal over me as I did so, and she took her other tit out of its container and let me make merry with that big nipple, too. Her tits were misshapen by the constraining bra and once again I tried to take that garment off. Again she stopped me. The discomfort seemed to excite her. Her arms embraced me and pulled my face down into her ample flesh, and there I forgot about almost everything.
Soft smooth flesh billowed against my face, nipples came together and moved between my lips as if to give me succor, my hands pushed at the white masses and the discomfiting bra, and I felt her body pulse under me. Everything about her was sex! Her pubic bone pressed against me and its hardness served to remind me of the softness just below. Her hips, her belly, her thighs, all pushed into me urgently as if to stimulate every fibre in my body at once. I felt as though I was lighting up from head to toe with the sexual energy she imparted, but all I could do was wallow about in her tits, sucking and groaning, lost in the land of nipples.
Suddenly her bra was gone. She had un-snapped it herself, and now her tits pushed up proudly" like the mountain range of some promised land. Her blouse was gone, too; only her skirt, panties, garter belt, stockings, and shoes remained between me and her total nudity. I relished the laundry list of her clothes, repeating it to myself over and over so I could look forward to all the items that had to be removed before I could achieve my goal. For the moment her tits were all I needed. I slobbered all over them and sucked on one until my mouth bruised her, and she just lay back with a great big smile on her face.
But then I rolled over on my side and caressed her from a distance. She purred and moved like a contented cat, but her eyes were watchful under her long lashes. She was playing me like a trout! I knew it and I loved it. For once I'd be following rather than leading, and that was an experience rare enough to be erotic in itself. My hand moved over the slopes and peaks of her tits, working those nipples into hard pink bullets and soothing the big bruise mark. And gradually my hand moved further down, reaching across the planes of her belly for that pussy snug between her white thighs.
The waistband of her skirt was too tight to admit me so I reached further down until her stockings rubbed roughly at my palm. She let me have my way without encouraging me, and I expected her to take my hand away at any second. The suspense made me sweat and work a little harder at pleasing her. I didn't just make a dash for her cunt, I worked her over at every step of the way! My hand kneaded her inner thighs to her stocking tops, and then I paused to revel in her softness again, that yielding flesh that made me want to squeeze harder and harder! Her skirt rode up higher and my hand moved up until the side of it came to rest against the damp crotch of her panties. My hand kept rubbing at her crotch and her body undulated slowly in response. But there was nothing frantic about it, just a slow, contented reaction to a pleasurable sensation. And she stayed that way until I tried to get my hand into her panties. That's when she pulled my hand away and put it back down on her thighs—high up enough to let me come back to her pussy almost right away.
My erection rubbed against her stockings in the vicinity of her knees and I moved down slowly, kissing along her belly, fondling her damp crotch, and pushing her dress out of the way. I wanted to eat her so badly that I could taste her! And when my face arrived at the vital spot she spread her legs wide, unashamed of her own desires and very open to mine; I didn't try to get her panties out of the way. She wanted me to take it easy and for the moment :'s exactly what I wanted to do, too, I nuzzled at her; crotch, breathing in the piquant fumes of her pussy, and my hands slid along the sides of her thighs to worm their way under her panties and get at the heavy flesh of her ass. She lifted slightly so I could get both hands full, and then she came to rest on them with a deep sigh of contentment.
My thumbs found her hairy lips and pulled them apart so that her panties stretched hard against the cuntal valley and the clitoris, and now her motions became less fluid. My mouth moved against her crotch and sucked at whatever flesh it could get at, hungrily trying to find her juice in that tangle of cloth and flesh, but it wasn't until she abruptly pushed me away and took down her panties that I could get a mouthful. She was delicious to eat. Each time my tongue ran up her cuntal channel it was regaled by a fine sauce seasoned by her femininity, and while I ate my fill she undid her skirt and removed it so that she was left only with her garter belt, stockings, and shoes.
My hands ran down her legs, moving from the smooth to the rough and back again. My tongue dipped in deep or turned laps about her clitoris, and the desperate heaving of her body was my reward. No longer was she in charge of the proceedings. She had crumbled under my concerted oral attack, the happiest loser of them all, and soon her legs were up in the air and spread out wide so that her cuntal innards just about bulged into my face! She was a horny bitch by any standard, pushing my head down into her cunt and rubbing her tits and pulsing liter loins against me, and all the time she had me trapped between her legs my cock grew harder, aching with desire to plunge into that white, quaking pudding of flesh and to bury itself there permanently.
I climbed on board when she needed me to and slammed my dick into her cunt with such force that her juices splattered over my thighs. She groaned deeply and wrapped her stockinged legs about me like a vise, fucking back just as forcefully. At first I figured on making it a quickie, a good solid fuck that wouldn't particularly tire me out. But the more I fucked her the more I wanted to keep going. Julie lay there and bucked in response to my fucking, she crooned her song of passion, and she held on to me as though she was afraid of drowning, but other than that she left it all up to me. And I plowed on with dogged persistence, loving the sensation of her cunt around my cock, loving the sound of the wet slurps and the cuntal farts, and reveling in her voluptuous white body with as much passion as a sailor home from a long journey.
She came easily and often. Her body would tense up, she would cry out loudly, and then, with a sigh like that of a pin-pricked tube, she would relax all over. I fucked onward, varying the speed as required, digging it in from left and right, top and bottom, manipulating her nipples and clitoris, kissing her tits, and speeding up when she started to huff again to drive her over the finish line with a flurry of hard, accurate thrusts. Her cunt was loose and wet, so much so that I was hardly experiencing any friction at all I could have fucked for the rest of the evening, and I might have if she hadn't taken me by surprise at one point. It was as though she wanted me to stop when her finger eased up my asshole and pressed the button. My body folded up, contracted violently, and I shot out a double load that filled her and emptied me.
I fell off her like a casualty in the war of the sexes, and tiredly looked at the clock. A good hour had gone by since we had entered her Daddy's bedroom, and her aim had been achieved: there was a spreading puddle of juice, sweat and sperm right where he parked his ass at night. Julie was looking at it with unmistakable triumph. "Let that oriental bitch sniff that one," she said, more to herself than me. "Then she'll know what a real woman is like."
I shuddered to think what might happen if Tazu found out who the real man had been!