Chapter 6
"Let's not tell your father about this," I said over coffee later. "He was kind enough to commission me to do this portrait and I don't want him to think I want to screw him in every conceivable way, if you know what I mean."
"Oh no, I'd never let him know," she said. "I just hint."
"What is it with you and your father, anyway? Do you prefer him to other men?"
"I guess I do," she said, and it wasn't a big deal to her to admit it. She was fully dressed again, the nineteen-fifties beauty queen, and she toyed with a teaspoon idly. "I mean, I doubt if we would ever ball or anything like that. But to me he's the most attractive, magnetic man ever, he really is. Do you think that's funny?"
"Far from it." I figured it was probably just as well for the male species that women could love men so blindly, "I don't suppose you like Tazu, then?"
"I don't trust her. She's out to get all she can from Daddy and then she'll leave him, I just know it."
"I see." She was right about that but for the wrong reasons, I itched to tell Daddy's Girl that her father was a lousy, stupid lay and that was why Tazu had turned to me for love. Instead I finished my coffee and declared that I had work to do. She came with me and sat near me to watch me apply dabs of paint. I wasn't crazy about having an audience but I didn't want to upset her, either. Who knew what she was capable of for the sake of revenge? For once I wasn't looking forward to seeing Tazu. I felt bad about cheating on her in her own house. And, since I never enjoyed guilt, I escaped into the painting. It was such a simple composition that it couldn't help but be beautiful her feet reached to opposite corners at the bottom of the picture, her pussy was in dead center, her belly, breasts, and face introduced balance into the top half of the painting, and the weight of the tapestry under her found its counter in background objects. I loved it—but when Chuck and Tazu came in I was quick to hide the picture from him. I wanted to cash his check first.
He thought I was being a temperamental artist and indulged me on that count. Besides, he was much too pleased to see his daughter to be worried by anything I did. They embraced ardently and pretty soon they were lost in their conversation. It didn't sound so interesting to me but they couldn't stop smiling. Tazu gave me the nod and we went out on the patio to have a drink in private.
"I can't wait for tonight," she whispered, stroking my inner thigh and nudging my limp, tired cock. "I'll sneak in some time, you wait and see. As soon as boofhead is asleep we'll be together again."
"Shouldn't I cash his check first?" I said anxiously.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I'll be discreet about it." She kissed me on the lips and for the first time I felt like a reluctant virgin with her. Julie had drained me! And Tazu was too sharp not to notice my coldness. "You're worried about Chuck? Oh, John, I can't believe that. You're too strong for him."
"Does he have a gun in the house?" I was scrambling around for an excuse but that one was dismissed, too. No gun. And since Tazu wouldn't believe that I would forego a night with her for the sake of a miserable five thousand dollars, the date was set. So when she entered my room at about three o'clock in the morning she found me hard at work under my improvised daylight lamp. She had on a nightie that reached her knees and slippers with pink fluff on them, and in a domestic way she looked very sexy indeed. But my cock lay in my pants as though on a deathbed. I pretended to be preoccupied with the painting and she respected that—for about five minutes.
But then she wanted me to sit up and take notice, and so she took off her slippers and nightie and began to press up against me like a cat looking for affection. I glanced at her little brown-nippled tits and the soft slope of her belly, and every part of me except my cock felt a distinct lust for her. Her hands ran along my back and shoulders, her lips nuzzled at my ear and neck, and much as I tried to keep on painting she wouldn't let me. "Come on, John, let's do something really dirty," she urged. "I want you to fuck my face real hard, or take me from behind again. We'll do whatever you .want. Let's take off your clothes. I love this painting, you know that? I look at it and I get moist for you. You appreciate me just the way a woman wants to be appreciated."
"Do I?" Her hands undid my belt and reached into my jeans to fondle my cock. At first I experienced real fear, thinking that my dick would stay limp and disappoint her for the first time. But no, the blood ran down to my loins with all the to-do of a radiator heating up for the first day of winter. She closed her little hand around it and began to move the skin up and down along the edge of my glans, and she bit the back of my neck and pushed her hot body against me. How could I resist? My cock acted as though it hadn't been used at all that day. It rose like a rearing stallion, and as soon as it was hard enough Tazu made me get out of my pants and into her.
"Which way?" she asked coquettishly. "Back or front?" To make my choice all the harder she presented first her open pussy, then turned and bent over to spread her cheeks for me with both hands. Her asshole opened easily, wide enough to admit my pinkie without resistance, and its light brown, polished entrance made it a tempting target. I stood in front of her and let her wet my knob with her tongue, then I moved in behind her and pointed my cock at that little asshole.
My cock got stuck a little way into her body, but not for long. Tazu bent right over and held her cheeks apart with both hands, stretching her anus until it was able to accommodate me fully. And then, with my dick buried up that soft, quivering bottom, I began to fuck her slowly and thoroughly. Forgotten were the earlier exertions or the exertions still to come; for the moment all that mattered was the undulating flesh before me and the tight asshole that gripped at my cock like a velvet-covered fist.
"Ooooooouuuugggghhhhhh!" she groaned. "I love it when you're right up me like that! It feels so big, John, so big!"
We sank down on the floor. Tazu was on all fours and I hunched over her, fucking her slowly and massaging her little tits until she came all over the place. My sexual appetite had been sated but there was enough pressure on my cock to keep it good and hard, so all I could do was fuck on! Tazu was under me experiencing one great climax after another, but I plodded along doggedly, stroking at a regular beat, squeezing her breasts and titillating her clitoris, feeling about as spontaneous as a robot. I liked it in a way, though, servicing this beautiful woman at her request. It made me feel like a stud—have cock will travel. But I missed the intimacy that Tazu and I usually shared.
"Come on, John, harder, deeper, slap me on the bottom!" she begged. The slaps were too loud for my liking but she 'enjoyed them so much that I went on beating her mobile buns in time to my fucking. The house was so still that a stray fart dropped on the patio would have found an echo in the attic, and my slapping resounded all over the place. I was sure Chuck would wake up and discover us—but it didn't matter, nothing mattered, at worst he could order me out of the house and out of a sticky situation. I fucked on, beat on, and the woman under me started crying weirdly and shaking and raving. My cock felt as if it had been anaesthetized, and my back began to ache from thrusting so hard and deep.
But I made it right to the end, even mustered up a little orgasm of my own. And even though my feeble ejaculation was a mere pittance next to the welter of passion in which Tazu had bathed, I appreciated it if only because it disguised my unfaithfulness with virility. Tazu was very happy with my performance but left me soon after it was over, because it had dawned on her too that Chuck might wake up and become suspicious. I heaved a sigh of relief and, because I was wide awake, I went back to work.
I hadn't bothered to dress and so, when Julie entered my room, she found me naked in front of the easel. "How convenient," she said, entering my room dressed in a flimsy nightie that embellished rather than hid her magnificent tits. As I looked her voluptuous body over I began to know what it was like to be a goose whose liver was destined to be turned into pate defols gras. No more, a part of me whimpered, the part that hung disconsolately down and stared at the floor.
"I'm really busy," I said, pointing at the half-finished painting.
"So I see." She came up close to me and I was overwhelmed by her perfume. Normally I would have liked nothing better than to jump aboard, but now the idea brought me close to retching. "But does that mean you're too busy for me? Surely you can spare me ten, fifteen minutes?"
"I hate interruptions when the flow is moving," I said irritably.
"But I've already interrupted you, it's too late to change that," she pouted. "Come on, seduce me again, make love to me the way you did before; you were so very, very good then." Her voice was down to a purr and her hands wandered over my body in search of erogenous zones. My irritation with her grew. I shrugged her embrace off and told her in no uncertain terms that I wanted to keep on painting. "Oh dear, you're going to be rude," she complained. "Well, I'll just have to tell Daddy what you and his slut were doing a little while ago, won't I?"
"You were watching?" The blood drained down to my feet and I stared at her anxiously, looking for signs of vindictiveness. But she looked pleased with herself and nodded. "Well, in that case you know I don't have much left to give you."
"You'd better have or those five thousand dollars will take flight," she said, rubbing her negligee'd body up against me. "Can't you see them sprouting wings and flying out the window? And what will Tazu say when I tell her what you did to me?"
"Ah ... " I said, putting away the brush and turning to her. There was something merciless about her, and I couldn't figure out why she wanted to fuck so much that she was willing to ruin several lives for the pleasure. "Are you sure this is worth it? I mean, you could drive into town and get a nice, fresh young stud who could do everything I can and more."
"How silly you are," she said, getting down on her knees in front of me and caressing my cock. "Do you think you're the first man I've had? Of course not. But you are the first who's really devastated me and I want to feel that again. Come on, John, I know you can do it. You have to do it because I can't wait. How do you think I felt having to watch that oriental bitch get hold of you first? I could have strangled her with pleasure, and you for that matter. But that's not my way, I wait my turn and collect my reward at the end of the line. So reward me, darling!" She grabbed my cock hard in her clenched fist and I winced at the threat in her voice. Chuck had created a monster, not a daughter.
"You'll have to do your best to restore it, then," I said, pointing at the digit she was mangling. "If you can do that, then I can do whatever you want me to do."
"I knew it," she sighed. Her grip on my cock loosened and she leaned forward to plant a kiss on the knob. "Phew, this still stinks of Tazu! Come on, let me wash it clean."
"Lick it clean," I said.
"You must be joking!" But she saw the look on my face and decided I couldn't be. Reluctantly she leaned forward and caressed my cock with her cheek, postponing penetration time for as long as she decently could. But eventually her own lust made her overlook small details. Her tongue flicked out at my cock, then wrapped itself about the shaft. She had no trouble taking my whole cock into her mouth since it was a mere shadow of its former self, and once she had overcome her distaste of Tazu's residue she began to suckle me with such loving care that I felt the pulse of life throbbing through my loins once more. It was hard for me to believe. Normally two or three quickies per day was enough to make me penoplegic. But the blonde's lecherousness aroused me. She had made me do all the work before, and now it was her turn.
"Suck it, baby," I told her, standing there in the center of the room with arms akimbo and legs spread well apart. "Eat it like a dog eats its dinner, gobble it up. And just remember where that cock has been in the past twenty-four hours—in pussies and assholes and mouths, and I haven't bothered to shower either. Eat it up, lick it clean, and maybe I'll get hard for you."
She didn't answer. Her nails dug into my buttocks and her full, red lips were pulsating about my cock like a lipsticked pussy. I looked down at her flowing blonde hair, her pretty face, and those bazookas sticking out under her negligee, and the urge to fuck her became stronger and stronger. I didn't show it except by getting a little harder. Even when she looked up pleadingly and indicated that I was hard enough to enter her now, I just stood there and let her suck me off. What the hell, why should I throw out my back just for her greediness? I was happy enough fucking her face, moving back and forth slowly so that my expanding cock slid along her tongue and palate, reaching for her throat. She must have sensed that, because she took off her negligee and displayed her voluptuous nakedness without pausing for even one beat. Her big eyes fluttered up at me, pleading me to apply my cock to another orifice, but I told her straight: "One hole is just like another, baby, and, this one is the warmest and wettest of them all."
"Please John, make love to me!" she begged, but I grabbed her head and stuck it back on the end of my cock, pushing hard so that she gagged and struggled. She sucked well and lulled me into a false sense of security in the next minute or two, and that made me vulnerable to a surprise attack. She pushed me over without warning and when I floundered on my back she hurried to squat over me and guide my cock into her dripping pussy. "There," she sighed, wriggling her body around my hard shaft. "Now I've got you!"
"But for how long?" I asked. I had to admit it felt great to be inside her again. The only thing that troubled me was that look of triumph on her face. For a second she looked just like her father, smug and stupid, and that was enough to make my cock wither like a green shoot at the wrong end of a flame thrower.
"Shit!" She tried to catch my limp cock before it fell out of her distended hole, but it was too late. It flopped back and lay there like an old drunk. "You did that on purpose!"
"Shut up and get it hard again," I said roughly. She gave me a malevolent stare but went down on me, and soon she was sucking and slurping at it with as much ardor as before. I couldn't resist her mouth. The sight of those full red lips pulsing around my cock was enough to get me over the inertia. And her softly abrasive tongue, her tricky nibbling, and her warm spit took me the rest of the way up. Once more my cock was hard, painfully so, and this time she took no chances with it. She licked it all over, suckled my balls, and mauled my glans with her lips; her hands rubbed my belly and thighs, and to provide me with some visual stimulation she turned her ass around to give me a long, generous view of her pussy. It was so blonde and pink, so full and open, that my cock went beyond pain into pure sensuality, and on that plateau it soon came. The last drops of sperm eased their way out and dribbled down on her tongue.
"Now help me," she groaned. "I did you, now you do me. I'm so frustrated, John! Quick, finger me and touch me, my pussy's on fire!"
I wanted to go to sleep. My body was a hollow shell and my eyes felt as though someone had stapled the lids to them. Still, the sight of a woman in distress moved me to stick a finger into her pussy and to move it back and forth. Her own hand came up from below to get at her clitoris, and when I pulled her closer and fingered her with one hand so that the other hand could rub her clitoris, she grabbed hold of both tits and squeezed them urgently.
She writhed about in front of me, gasping, easing her frustration as best she could, as I fingered absent-mindedly. Her pussy was loose and open, and out of curiosity I added another finger to the solitary index. It hardly made any difference so I added a third and sat up a little to push the bunch right up her. She groaned louder and spread her legs. Her ass was cocked up at me and her anus yawned modestly. Just the right size for a thumb, I thought, and, putting deed to the word I screwed my hand around until my thumb pressed against the puckered pink sphincter and pushed its way in. She moaned and protested but not enough to deter me. I added the fourth finger to the bunch in her cunt and jammed my thumb way up her asshole. My other hand took her by the hair, and as I pulled her blonde locks back the other hand pushed her forward from the inside.
Now I had a lock grip on her and all she could do was move with me. I dug my hand into her ass and cunt until I had a good, firm grip on the dividing membrane and I started to shake her back and forth, harrying her until her cries were more of pain than pleasure. Good, that was what I wanted. I shook her harder and watched as her big tits bobble against the floor. Her blonde hair went all over the place and her cries grew muffled and choked. I kept on masturbating her on two fronts and watching the solid motion of her tits and the watery ripples of her ass flesh. She couldn't help herself, she liked it. Her cries were hoarse expressions of animal lust; her head rolled from side to side, and when those orgasms broke loose inside her she screamed at the top of her lungs.
I couldn't gag her quickly enough! Her scream had gone right through me. There was a stirring in the next room, and before Julie knew what was happening I had dragged her under my bed and stuffed her out of sight. Chuck came into the room, followed by Tazu, both of them rubbing their eyes and yawning. "Did you hear a scream, John?" he asked.
My brain churned along in overdrive, "Yes, it was me," I said quickly, realizing that if I didn't say that they'd search Julie's room. "It's primal scream therapy, and I had reached a knot in this painting. I'm really sorry I woke you folks up."
"It was a very high scream," said Tazu, her nose twitching suspiciously. "Maybe we should check Julie's room to make sure it wasn't her."
"No, we'd better not wake her, too," said Chuck. "Come on darling, let's get back to sleep." He wrapped his arm about her shoulders and forced her to go back to their room. "I can't wait to see that painting!" he called out over his shoulder.
"Yes, tomorrow," I said. I closed the door behind them and went over to the bed, where I found Julie rubbing her pussy frenziedly. The girl was caught up in a fit of lust and she could no more stop herself than I could. I put my hand back up her ass the way it had been before and took up where I had left off, but the fun was gone out of it for me. A second sooner and Tazu would have seen me fooling around with her stepdaughter! Why was I doing this if I really loved Tazu? That was the question that went on bothering me. In the few days since I had left her here I had made love with Jean; Lora, and Julie, and laid a foundation upon which to commit adultery with my brother's wife; and I'd even coveted little Cindy's boyish ass! I had to face it, fidelity wasn't my forte.
Julie finally relieved herself of her frustrations, and after she had calmed down she lit up cigarettes for the two of us and made a drink for herself. Dawn was breaking, timid sunbeams diluted the blackness until it turned a washy blue. And my eyes burned in my head. I was tired. Julie, on the other hand, wanted to talk.
"Where are you going when you leave here?" she asked. "I dunno. No place special."
"Why don't you come with me, then? I've got a really neat little place on Malibu Beach and you could spend the rest of the summer with me there. We'd have a lot of fun, John."
"Yeah, I guess we would." I couldn't think that far ahead. Besides, Tazu had made plans for me. Something nagged at me when I thought of Tazu, and it took me about five minutes and two cigarettes to work out what it was. She had accompanied Chuck into my room, and both of them had worn identical robes. She was sleeping with him! Didn't she realize how mad that made me? But what could I do? I was the visiting artist and future boy friend, I had no rights or claims on her. Diane at that moment was lying next to Richard, Jean was probably with a little black lesbian, and Cindy and Lora were bound to be in the same bed. Wherever I went, I was always the fifth wheel, the cuckoo in another's nest. And whatever one could say about Julie, at least she wasn't attached to someone else. "Are you married?" I asked, wondering if even that had any truth in it.
"I was, yes," she said dubiously. "A child bride was I, married to a movie mogul. But now we've separated. Why do you ask?"
"I wanted to know if that little beach house was built for two."
"Well, actually ... someone is there right now, but he's very hip, he digs threesomes and all that—"
"Forget it, go to bed," I said wearily. I stubbed out the cigarette and laid my head on a pillow, closed my eyes, and sank away into a deep sleep.
I was awakened by the sounds of fighting. Tazu was yelling at Chuck, Chuck yelled at Tazu. It was noon and I felt slightly better for the rest. But I still had to struggle to get to the shower, and I stayed under the cold water for a good long time. When I emerged the fighting was still going on, and I paused to catch a few words of it. The bone of contention seemed to be that Chuck wanted the blue dinner plates and Tazu wanted to serve lunch on the yellow floral ones. This had to be part of her quest to make him leave. I went down to the kitchen and got myself a ringside seat.
The fight went from bad to worse. When I came in they both pulled in their horns but the fight went on underneath their forced pleasantries. And then Chuck announced he was tired of being made to feel like an intruder in his own house, which really broke it open. Tazu was vicious. Slashing remarks followed, and suddenly it was the quality of their sex life which was the main point of controversy. I knew it was the polite thing to do to leave them alone but I was too intrigued by the way in which the argument developed. Tazu accused Chuck of being lame and listless in bed, saying he cared more about Julie than about her and why didn't he fuck her then! Chuck turned an ugly shade of red and accused her of being a bigmouth and a wanton. I saw nothing wrong with that but Tazu did. She hurled a dish at his head but it crashed safely against the wall. Chuck advanced threateningly. More insults, more dishes. Tazu slashed at his balls with a series of well-aimed words and Chuck stood stock still for a moment as he absorbed the impact. Then, with a yell of rage, he threw himself upon her and picked her up as though she was a paperweight!
His square body had a lot more strength than I was prepared to deal with so I moved out of the way. He shook her and threw her, and she was lucky to land on a padded chair. "You bitch!" he raged. "I've had enough of this! You've been seeing other men, you've lied to me and used me and you've spent my money as if it was dirty, and I've let you do it. I love you, Tazu, I was prepared to take a lot. But enough is enough! This is my house, my dishes, and my cock, and if you don't like them you can get the hell out!"
"Your house, bullshit!" she spat back, prowling around the table to keep some distance between him and herself. "When my lawyer hears how you attacked me it will be my house!"
"We'll see about that!" Chuck snarled. "Before your lawyer can sue me he'll have to hear the story, and I'm going to make sure he never hears it from you !" His big meaty hands lifted the table and shoved it out of the way. Tazu couldn't find another cover in time, and again he lifted her up in the air. "You dirty slut!" he yelled, "I'm going to beat your ass till it falls off!"
"Help me, John!" she screamed. Her cool was gone; she had pushed the big lug too far, and now there wasn't a thing I could do about it. Had I stepped in he would have killed me, and I was too young for that. He took her over his knee and began to bash her ass with long, circular blows, but her clothes muffled them. So he tore them off her, and now it was flesh against flesh, big satisfying slaps that rang through the kitchen and made her scream out in pain and rage. Her legs struggled to get a kick in, her fists beat against his legs, but Chuck kept beating her relentlessly. When his hand got sore he throw her over the chair and whipped his belt out of his pants, folded it double, and gave it to her the way my Dad used to give it to me.
"This is the last time you badmouth me!" I heard the blond man mutter. Julie appeared at the kitchen door and watched with obvious satisfaction as Tazu's ass turned dark under the stinging blows. "Bitch I All you're good for is rape anyway! Lift up your whore's ass, slut, and I'll fuck it for you! You won't complain about me being listless again, ever!"
The whole argument was taking a bad turn and I decided to intervene. "Listen, Chuck, don't hurt her too much," I cautioned from a safe distance. "You could really damage her!"
"Watch me!" he said grimly. His pants had sagged to his thighs with his exertions, and a quick push made them fall to the floor. Chuck stewed out of them to reveal a towering erection, the sight of which made Julie cry out in alarm and admiration. He took no notice of her or of me. He just picked Tazu up with both hands and lifted her until her cunt was level with his cock. Then, with a bull-like grunt, he thrust his cock into her and pushed and pushed till the whole thing was right up her. Tazu was sobbing and crying for help and he told her to shut up. When she wouldn't, he applied the strap a couple of times to her back.
I could never have imagined that Chuck would end up doing this. He draped his wife over the edge of the table and fucked her with long, thudding strokes, and at the smallest whimper he slapped her a little more. His face wore an animal expression, hard lust exuded from his eyes, and his body worked like an automaton to drive each thrust home, Tazu's crying changed in quality after a few minutes of this. She no longer looked quite as anguished, and she sure as hell didn't sound it any more either. In fact her sobbing turned into a mixture of sobs and moans, and then she just moaned. Only when he grabbed both her buttocks did she wince, but considering they were black and blue she could have made a bigger noise.
Julie and I were transfixed by the spectacle. She stood at the door and watched him ream the oriental woman, and her hands absently wandered to her breasts. I saw her bite her lower lip in a spasm of emotion and then her fingers dug into her tits convulsively. My cock wasn't involved in this at all until her other hand moved down to her crotch and she squeezed herself through her dress and panties. That's when I started to feel a vague tingling of lust for her. I watched her, and I watched Tazu and Chuck, and somewhere in between the two views my cock became very hard. Julie lifted her dress, unaware of me, looking directly at her father's cock plunging in and out of the sopping wet hole, and her hand found its way into her panties, where it began to move around quickly and efficiently. "Oh my God!" she whispered, her eyes rolling back and her knees buckling for a second. "This is awful!"
"I know it is," I said, standing next to her and giving her support. "Why don't we go into the next room?"
"Leave me alone, I have to see this," she said without taking her eyes off her father. How could I hope to compete with him? I returned to my neutral corner and looked on as Chuck reduced Tazu to a quivering orgasm. The violence had been forgotten. They grunted and cried out in unison, his cock stirred up the pond of juice inside her body and with every slosh they soared higher. She was lost to me, I could see that only too clearly. Tazu had provoked the beast out of him and she would never let it go into hiding again.
There was no point in standing by and witnessing the final rounds. They were fucking their way around the kitchen, over the tables and chairs and into the living room, him carrying her and bouncing her about on his erection, her clinging to his neck and biting at his flesh, scratching at him, wailing her animal bliss, and at last they crashed on the couch where he began his final flurry. I went upstairs and looked at the painting very closely. Was this Tazu? Yes. Did I need to do any more to it? No, the cunt was finished and that was the only part that lived and breathed in her. The rest were mere artistic conceits put in to disguise the fact that she was nothing more than a cunt.
I put my brushes and paints back into the case and walked out of the house. Tazu and Chuck were on the couch panting like two racehorses at the finish line, and Julie was still standing in a corner looking glassy-eyed. When she saw me leaving she snapped out of it and ran after me. "Wait, wait, let me come with you," she said.
"You want me to catch you on the rebound?" I asked. "You must think I'm really stupid." And with that bitter remark I stepped into the Lincoln and drove off. My anger didn't subdue my common sense, though. I stopped off at the bank in the nearest town and had the check cashed. And with that roll of hundred-dollar bills in my pocket I felt a lot better. I felt confident enough to start making resolutions, such as vowing never to be a gigolo again. It didn't pay, the hours were incredible, and the employer wasn't bound by any union contracts. No, from now on I would be my own man.
And I would leave my brother's home as soon as I had brought back his car. With my money I'd rent an apartment in San Francisco, I'd have my own studio and I'd whip up an exhibition that would make me part of the establishment permanently. I'd have money and lots of chicks, and they would come and go at my command, not the other way around. Tazu had hurt me deeply and I didn't want that to ever happen again.
Full of resolutions I arrived back at Richard's house, parked the car, walked inside to take my leave—and then, like a house of cards in a gust of wind, my resolutions crashed to the ground. Diane and her daughters were sitting by the side of the pool and they were all stark naked. They had their backs to me, a line-up of deliciously plump asses ranging from Diane's big one to Cindy's boyish one and the sudden jump my cock took told me to hang around for just a little bit longer. I shuck through the living room and onto the patio to get a better angle on them, and the four sets of breasts were an ample reward. What did I need resolutions for when I had so many opportunities I Look at them, I told myself, four women with succulent pussies and pink nipples, blondes and brunettes, with big eyes and full lips, and you were going to leave all that behind without sampling every one of them?
Never! My bad mood was gone, Tazu was already a memory. All that counted were those four girls all in a row, chatting with each other and giggling, basking their brown bodies in the sun. I slipped out of my clothes and tip-toed up behind them. "Avon calling!" I yelled. As one they leaped up and screamed, turning and falling into the water, a bunch of bushes showing against tanned bellies, the sun shining through their legs to turn those bushes into gold; the moment was frozen for an instant, and I knew what my next painting was going to be, But then I jumped over them into the pool and let them chase me, catch me, and take their revenge.