The morning light streamed through the immense windows and turned the bedroom into a dazzle of color and warmth. I opened my eyes slowly, peering through the lashes to get the full effect of those swimming, gaudy colors, and then letting them open all the way to take in my surroundings in full. Paintings on the wall, rich textures of timber, rugs, a sunburst tapestry, long drapes furled by the sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the bed in the center of the room, right below the skylight.
"Are you awake, baby?" said Tazu. Her long black hair spread out all over her pillow and hid her face, but she brushed it away and her narrow eyes looked in my direction. "You want your breakfast now?" Her brown body emerged from the blue silk sheets as she sat up and gathered her hair back with both hands. Her full breasts with their brown nipples beckoned me, those firm mounds that barely stood out from her chest but were remarkably squeezable and suckable.
"I think I'll have it in bed," I said, stretching from head to toe, an erection stretch, with the cock sticking up straight and the rest leveling out in response to the pleasure of feeling virile. Tazu nodded and made to get out of bed, but I explained: "No, no, I'll have the breakfast that's in bed already, that little thing between your legs. Yes, that's it. I love it first thing in the morning, especially in the summer when you've been sweating a little all night. Mmmmmm, tasty, that's the way, sweetheart, open it up for me." Tazu didn't have to be talked into it. The moment I pushed my finger into her pussy and took it out to suck her moisture off it, she came back into bed, kicked the sheets back, and spread her thighs for me. There was only one thing she liked better than to be eaten, and that was to be eaten with passion, which happened to be my specialty. And while she made herself comfortable she pressed the switch that moved the skylight back. Fresh air poured in, along with the sound of birds and the rustle of foliage.
I approached her cunt with care. A man in my position had to do everything professionally, because if I failed to satisfy Tazu once too often I would be kicked out of paradise. Not that there was much chance of that. My track record was an impressive one. Still, I enjoyed my work; I wanted to excel for exceling's sake, and so I moved in between her legs and caressed her cunt with both thumbs while the other fingers supported her thighs and opened her up further, very, very slowly. Her pussy was cute and sexy, a little pudgy thing that had sparse hair growing down the sides and up to her pubic mound but none on the lips themselves. Long black hair that came up to form a curl which ran the length of her pubic bone, and apart from that she had only bulging brown flesh that had to be pulled right open td reveal its pink innards.
Tazu closed her eyes and rested her hands on her breasts. She was smiling to herself, confident that I would make her happy, ready to join in as soon as the mood was upon her. For now she let me go through the preamble. She liked to look at her cunt, and when I parted the full lips she raised her ass a little and pushed it at me. "Eat it, darling," she purred with her faint oriental accent lending sensuality to every word.
"Let me admire it for a bit longer," I said, inhaling the fragrance deeply and ostentatiously. "Aaaaahhhhh, morning breath, delicious! I love that tang when you first wake up. You know, I think you must play with yourself while you're asleep. Feel how wet you are!"
"I couldn't be!" She touched herself briefly and looked at the finger she'd dipped into her cunt hole. "Oh my goodness, isn't that shocking! You must make me feel this way, John, I never ... " She let the words trail away but I knew what she meant. She looked pleased with herself for being so wet, and when I bent down to flick at her pussy with just the tip of my tongue she arched her back and thrust at me greedily, "Oh, eat it, John, I love it when you do that. But don't forget my breasts."
"How could I?" Her small breasts were bundles of erogenous nerves. I only had to breathe on her nipples for them to stand up, and a caress made her into my slave. I looked along her smooth belly, glowing under the flood of sunlight, brown all the way up but for her darker nipples, and I thought how great it would be to have her body and to be able to play with it all day long. Tazu did pretty much do that, though she claimed it never thrilled her nearly as much as when I played with her. Now my tongue began to-do its laps, around and around her pussy, skirting past those tempting, full lips but coming closer and closer until she was shaking impatiently and moving her cunt so I couldn't miss it. At the right moment I plunged my tongue into her ragged pink hole and tasted the real woman in her, the sapid, wet, hot-pussied bitch that sheltered behind her placid oriental countenance. Tazu was a delicate beauty, the kind who made longshoreman stop using rough language with a look, the kind who made men fall all over themselves to protect her against the harshness of real life. But I had picked her out at a party, knowing that she could handle real life a lot better than her protectors. She was a woman through and through but she had been fucked as if she was made of porcelain. I wanted to change that. And on that first night together I had rutted her savagely, fucking her upside down and inside out, until she begged me to stay with her.
The tip of my nose nuzzled into her clitoris and my hands reached for her breasts. She had been feeling herself up but when she felt my hands approaching she made room for them at once. Now I was locked into position. My hands kneaded her little tits until she was moaning helplessly, and at the same time my tongue and teeth and lips were making love to her cunt so hard that the juice poured out of her. I sucked it up .noisily and rubbed my face into her splayed cunt, reveling in her sharp scent, her oiliness, and her silken skin. Her legs wrapped themselves about my head and her hands grabbed hold of mine to make them squeeze her tits harder. "Oooohhh John!" she moaned. "I love you so, don't ever leave me, make love to me, John, you make me feel so goooo-oo-oood!" Leave her! I had spent the last two months with her and I was ready to settle here. I liked the timber house and its woodland setting, I liked the food she made me, and I could even talk with her. No, I wasn't about to leave. Where else could I eat such tasty cunt, anyway?
She was running over and I wanted more of her. I grabbed her by the ankles and forced her legs back until her feet pressed into the pillow at either side of her head. Her cunt bulged pinkly outward and I dug in avidly, slurping the juice up and sending my tongue right into her for more. Tazu crooned and yodeled, and when I shoved a finger into her slippery hole she began to bounce about under me. Her hips jerked up and down and there was nothing she could do about it. Her excitement made her fuck my tongue as surely as it made her wet!
I left my finger deep in her cunt but moved up to get at her tits. When I sucked her nipples it was as if she had a clitoris on each tit! My lips pursed around one of them and her hands flew down to her cunt as if to stem the flow of her passion. She curled, up against me while I kept on sucking and fingering her, and now she reached for my cock. I WES so hard that it was hurting me, especially since we had fucked long and hard the previous night. But it was a good pain, the kind you get when the erectile tissue is just too full of blood to take any more. I wanted to stick that hot poker into her wet pussy to take some of the heat off it, waited for her to make her move. When she got her mouth around my knob there wasn't a woman in the world who could rival her.
There she went, sliding around and bringing her pussy back to my mouth while her lips pursed to receive my hard cock. I sank my face into her cunt and burrowed back into that wet, hairy little thing, and my fingers sank into the soft flesh of her ass. I took it easy, though. Her tongue writhed about my cock and aroused feelings down there that were worth experiencing in full. I let my tongue find its own way and concentrated on what she was doing to me. She nibbled at the fleshy glans, chafing it with her teeth and mauling it with her lips, working it over until it had swollen to its outermost limit. And then, with a cooing noise that never failed to give me the chills, she slipped her lips all the way down my stalk, taking some eight solid inches of cock into her face and holding it there!
Eventually she drew away from my face and squatted between my legs to run her pursed lips up and down my cock, giving it head, licking it with her rapid little tongue, stroking my balls with her long fingernails, and making me feel wonderful all over. She lavished love and care on my dick, admiring it as if she had nurtured that erection all by herself, and then taking it right down her throat so that her muscles pulsed all about the knob and sent shivers and chills all through me. Now and then she looked up at me to see how I was doing, and when she saw how close I was to coming she became very excited and sucked harder and harder, moving her face up and down the length of my cock rapidly, her long black hair falling down to form a curtain in front of her face, her little moans of ecstasy heightening to cries, and the muscles in her fragile arms standing out tensely as she held on to my waist as if to stop me from escaping. But I was hers, hers completely! The sperm boiled in my balls and began to ease through the coils up to the shaft, where it gathered momentum and then, when she hit the trigger, it shot out and filled her up in an instant. I started to fuck her face for that excruciating moment, driving my cock down her throat, anxious to give everything to her, and she sucked and swallowed as if her life depended on it. Not a drop was wasted. She loved it too much to spill it.
"Wow!" she said, falling back on the bed with a big grin. "Your body makes so much of that stuff! I thought I had drained you last night."
"You did, but you feed me so well that it takes no time at all for me to replenish these little balls."
"Is that what does it? In that case I'll make you breakfast-more breakfast, I mean." She stood up on the bed, wiped her mouth suggestively, and walked out, her soft buttocks flouncing, her long hair trailing. I gazed up at the overhanging foliage and the patches of blue sky visible through the leaves, and thought about pleasant things, like Tazu's pussy and how nicely it repeated on me. And I wondered if this was the place where I would be able to stay. Tazu's husband built it and maintained it but he rarely had time to be here with her. With a little luck she'd throw him over and install me permanently. I was tired of roaming around, always depending on ladies for food and board, always working in between conquests ...
I got out of the bed and walked over to the sliding doors leading to the pool. It was shaped like a regular pond and even had lily pads floating on the surface, but the bottom was solid cement and the sides even boasted a small ladder for those who had trouble getting out of pools. Tazu's husband had worked long and hard to build this dream home here on Big Spring Mountain and to find the right woman to occupy it. She had decorated and furnished the place. And I had enjoyed it. The place was ideal for me! As an artist it gave me the peace and the surroundings in which to paint and draw, as a man it gave me Tazu, the greatest lay ever, and as a loafer it gave me lots of places to idle in. Hell, I was thirty-five now, the time had come to settle down.
Breakfast was served on the patio . that jutted away from the house and over a sudden drop that led to a babbling little brook. Brakes of ferns, shrubs, rocks, and tall trees,- busy birds and tireless cicadas surrounded the house. Tazu sat opposite me, a man's shirt draped over her shoulders, buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up so she could use her hands, Her long hair had been tied back with a thick strand of wool, and the delicate features of her face were lit by rays of sun shining down through the waving canopy of leaves above us. I didn't think any man could be happier than I was. She had prepared me a bowl of fruit and yoghurt mixed with honey and wheat germ, cherry preserves on fresh brown bread, and a tall glass of grape juice. For a man used to bacon and eggs with coffee, I had adapted easily-at least once I realized how much easier it was to get hard on a diet like that. Or was it Tazu who put the lead in my pencil? I didn't care.
There was little to talk about. Although the house had several TVs and radios, we rarely bothered with them. The outside world wasn't interesting to us, not when we had each other. After breakfast we went down to the gym her husband had added to the place, a simple affair with a sauna, a very large shower cubicle with three shower heads hanging over it and a hand shower for those hard-to-get-at parts; also a bicycle exerciser, a jogging machine, and a set of weights. I didn't bother much with this stuff but Tazu worked out every morning religiously and I loved to watch her.
She began very slowly, to give her breakfast time to settle. A few yoga positions, twenty minutes of meditation, and then she took off my shirt and sat on the bicycle. I made myself comfortable on the weight-lifting bench. This was my favorite exercise because when she sat on that narrow seat her buttocks bulged over and out, two brown, glistening spheres, and as she pedaled her flesh flexed and shook, and my cock tingled all over. "Don't watch!" she complained as she started the routine.
"I won't." I lit a cigarette and watched her flesh move. The faster she pedaled the more she quivered, her buns, the soft flesh around her waist, and from where I was sitting I could see the motion of her little breasts as well. She looked back at me over her shoulder and saw the lustful look in my eyes, and she smiled, half in irritation, half in pleasure. But then she bent over the handlebars and gave it all she had, panting, sweating, and I stood right behind her and clutched at her ass to get the full impact of her sensual motion. My cock stood up straight and Tazu sat back a little further so I could press the knob in between her full cheeks.
She kept pedaling even when I found her asshole and started to push my cock into the soft, yielding muscles that protected her back passage. Tazu had extraordinary qualities, and one of them was that her asshole opened easily to-any intruder. Not that her husband had trained her sphincters or anything like that; she was that way naturally. And it came in very handy at moments like these, when my hardness dictated an act of this kind. Her shaking cheeks, her sweatiness, and her ass sticking back off the seat compelled me to drive on, pushing my knob into her asshole until she swallowed it up and the road was clear for full penetration.
"Keep going, baby!" I said. My hands were on the sides of her ass as if to contain her billowing flesh, and my cock got the full benefit of her exercise. Her asshole massaged my dick beautifully, the inner muscles and membrane rubbing and contracting all over it, and the harder she pedaled the more my cock enjoyed it. I worked it right up her, standing on the tips of my toes and feeling my leg muscles cramp and ache, but once I was right inside her nothing could get me out! It was like being fucked and blown at the same time! I clung to her shoulders, hooking my arms up under her armpits so I wouldn't slide off her back, and then I just hung on for dear life while she took it for a ride. "Yes sweetheart, yes, go on, go on, I'm almost there, keep going, oh Jesus yes, that's great, pedal harder, harder, mmmmmmmm yeah! OH BABY, ONE MORE, ONE MORE, ONE MO-OOOOOOGGGHHHHHH!!" My load burst free and my cock twitched and contracted in ecstasy. But then I had to pull out quick because my glans suddenly became sensitive and she was still pedaling.
When she got off the machine she was red and in a lather, but very happy. She rubbed her bottom as though I had hurt her. "You're very naughty," she said, shaking her finger at me. "Now I must jog and you have to leave me alone for a while, okay?"
"Okay!" I sat back down, still shaking from the experience, and lit another cigarette. The sauna was warming up to receive her. I didn't like that hot little box, it reminded me too much of early childhood, but I did like the part that followed her sauna. When she took her cold shower she always liked me to participate. So I smoked and waited, thinking, watching her bounce up and down on the jogging machine, and wishing for a cock that was always erect, always ready to go, and always able to shoot great truckloads of sperm!
While she was in the sauna I began drawing. Portraits of Tazu, erotic poses, Tazu asleep, Tazu on her bike. My limitation as an artist was that I only drew the women I got involved with. Nothing else really interested me. The lines of her body, the expressions that crossed her face, her unconsciously erotic gestures, I recorded them all in a book. After two months it was almost full, and the best ones were marked for an exhibition. A lot of my women friends had provided me with the means to leave them that way. When I got tired of them I arranged an exhibition, sold their depictions, and left them. A man has to have something up his sleeve.
In Tazu's case I had no intention of leaving, nor did I particularly want to become the provider. As long as her husband, Chuck, kept her in the money, I was more than happy to share it with her. No, I drew her solely because she fascinated me.
I drew her standing and facing the world in the nude, her face expressionless, her long hair concealing the high nipples of her small breasts, her legs together and that little puff of hair on her pubic bone visible. And next to her I drew myself, a foot taller, lean and tanned thanks to the uncertainty of my existence, hair brown and curly with a few streaks of grey here and there, cheekbones and nose prominent, cheeks drawn taut and lined, my cock pendulous and inclined to the left, my hand holding hers. Women said I was very handsome, men scoffed that I was merely pretty-although that didn't happen so often now that I was over thirty. My hair was still down to my-shoulders and I avoided beards and moustaches so I wouldn't look too old. But when I was younger my features and the deep brown eyes with their long lashes had made me a little pretty. Still, it got me laid a lot.
I sketched in the background, the house standing in its forest surroundings, and then, using the abstractness of the trees, I insinuated Chuck's face into the drawing to hover over us and look resentful. If I was in his shoes I'd certainly feel that way.
"Ready, John?" Tazu emerged from the sauna dripping with sweat and rushed into the shower cubicle. "Hurry, I'm dying!" she cried, and I put my book away and grabbed the hand-held shower. Tazu stood against the tin wall, held on to the braces at either side of her, and waited. I teased her a bit by not turning on the water when she expected it. Already her body had steeled itself against the coming cold and when I kept her waiting she said: "Please, John, don't make it worse for me-EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" A rush of cold water burst out of the shower head and splashed against her body with such force that she was pushed against the wall. With difficulty she clung to the braces and let herself be buffeted about for a minute before turning her back on me and cooling that part of her.
When she had accustomed herself to the change in temperature she turned back to me and parted her legs to the stream. I adjusted the nozzle to a fine stream and aimed it right between her legs, slightly below her pussy so that only the splattering water would get at her. She pursed her lips and moved her loins suggestively at me, and the more the water hit her the more she got into the motion of fucking. Her legs were as far apart as they could go, and I aimed the stream a little higher so that it actually slid along the lips of her cunt. Her high cries were drowned in the roar of water against tin, and when I let her have the spray full blast into her opened pussy she screamed with pleasure. I loved the way she could abandon herself to it, hanging off those braces and struggling to keep her legs open, fucking the tight stream of water as if it could feel it. Then, when she just couldn't get enough in that position, she slid onto the floor and pulled her legs back with both hands so that her cunt gaped at me. I moved in closer with the spray, almost jamming the nozzle into her cunt, and watched her writhe about on the wet cement Suddenly I flicked the adjustment from full stream to fine spray and Tazu stopped dead as water hit every part of her, but not nearly hard enough to do any good.
"No, no, keep doing it the way you were doing it!" she protested, sheltering her face with her hands. I just laughed and went on spraying her all over, until at last she jumped to her feet and tried to wrestle the shower out of my hands. She succeeded only when I was ready to give in, and as soon as she got it into her hands she turned it back to full stream and pressed the nozzle against her cunt with an expression of animal pleasure. "OOOQOOOWWWWWW NIIIIIIIIIICE! I" she cried, fucking the nozzle. She stiffened, sank to her knees, and laid the shower aside. "Lovely!" she sighed.
"Come here and I'll dry you," I said, taking a big terrycloth towel and holding it open for her. She came into my embrace like a little wet girl and allowed herself to be toweled down vigorously. She kept her eyes closed and leaned into me sleepily. When she was dry I took her into my arms and carried her upstairs to the 'bedroom. She was asleep before I put her down on the bed, and I wrapped a towel around her wet hair so she wouldn't soak my side of the sheet There she was, sleeping, naked, her legs open wide in a gesture of total trust, her little, pudgy pussy gazing at me placidly from its thin nest of hair. I pulled out my book and drew her from that angle, making her cunt the focal point, and it made me hard} just to contemplate her that way.
Around lunch time she woke up and came into the room I'd been using, as a studio. I had a few canvases ready and stretched, and one of them was up on a table with paints and turps close at hand. The portrait was of her on the bed, naked, just as I had drawn her, and when she saw what I was doing she squealed and laughed in embarrassment. "You are terrible!" she exclaimed. "How can you paint me that way? I like that one much better," She pointed to a portrait I had done of her fully dressed and perched on the railing of the patio.
"Sure you do, it's a real little Gainsborough," I said mockingly. "But how many portraits have you seen using this perspective? I think the cunt should be in the foreground. Women always look so proud that way. Look at your face-see it? Pure pride, pussy pride." She slapped me lightly on the arm and left the studio, but I knew she understood exactly what I was talking about. I worked on the portrait deep into the afternoon, taking less care with the details than with the overall impression, the color, the light, the dappling effect of the overhead trees, until I had it all down. I knew it was going to be my favorite painting of all time, and that the essentials were down. I could attend to the details later. Tazu was out in the pool, splashing about and calling for me to join her.
Her naked brown body slid through the deep water like a fish, and when I dove in she met me at the bottom of the pool. In the afternoon light the water was blue and green, with beams of sun shifting about like so many spotlights. I took her into my arms and pressed my body into hers to bring her back up to the surface, and once we had filled our lungs again we dove some more, swimming around each other like amorous dolphins, touching, squeezing, daring to kiss the other's parts under water, until it was mandatory to go back up. She swam away from me with quick, smooth strokes and I pursued her as best I could. The pool was twice the length of an Olympic pool and twice as broad, a lake almost, and Tazu could beat me easily in .the water. But she didn't swim that fast when she wanted to be caught, and I got hold of her foot just near the far edge of the pond. I drew her to me and began to kiss her fiercely on the mouth. My cock throbbed in the cool waters, my hands reached for her soft buttocks, and lovemaking was in the offing-when the fucking phone rang!
"Let it ring," I said huskily, kissing her face and mauling her tits.
"Then we'll only wonder who it was," she said. She pushed me away and clambered out of the pool to run along the concrete walkway and into the house. I swam across and picked up a towel on the way. My cock had gone limp and my mood had been dented. "Yes, Chuck," I heard her say. "Yes, I was swimming. Oh, you are? Oh good! Yes, yes, okay, I'll have it ready for you." She put the phone down and there were tears in her eyes. "He's coming home."
"When?" I said immediately.
"Tomorrow. He's flying over in the night and he wants me to meet him at the airport early. What are we going to do, John? Do you want me to run away with you?"
"I would except there's no place to go," I said grimly. "This is home. Shit! Why doesn't he go on working his way to an early heart attack like good executives should!"
"I don't know." We both sat down at the table and lit up cigarettes, stalling in the hope that one of us might have an inspiration. "I could make life unpleasant for him," she said slowly. "Maybe that will make him go away again, and then you could move back in."
"Yeah ... that's not such a bad idea, you know that? I just remembered, my brother lives not far from here. I could stay over with him and his family for a week, maybe two at the outside, but after that he's sure to kick me out."
"Why, doesn't he like you ?"
"I'm the black sheep of the family and he's the white one." I shrugged. "A corporate lawyer with a ranch house, what can I say?" Tazu smiled and we both felt a little better. "I'll call him right now and then you can drop me off there tomorrow morning on the way to the airport; and you can pick me up after you've dropped your turd husband off there again."
"You're so bad," she said reprovingly, but I could see her mind turning over. How unpleasant, could she be to the guy? And how thick-skinned was he? Tazu could be vicious if she was rubbed the wrong way, an instinctive ball-buster, so to speak. But I never trusted the situation when there were husbands involved. Women became confused by such big issues as marital fidelity and long-term security, and that made them forget all about passion and love. Still, my choices were indeed limited, and so I went over to the phone and got my brother's number from the operator.
"Hey, Richard, how're you going?" I said jovially when his familiar voice answered the phone. "It's your little brother, John. Yes, it's me after all these years. Listen, I just happen to be in the neighborhood and I got to thinking about the good old days, so what do you say we get together? Well, I thought I'd spend a week with you and your kin. You don't mind? Great, I'll see you tomorrow."
Richard was hardly enthusiastic but I had his consent, and that meant a place to crash. All I had to do now was pack my gear. I had arrived with a suitcase and would leave with a little more. The canvases were taken off their frames and rolled, the frames were thrown into the incinerator and burnt, and the paintings that were dry were treated the same as the canvases but with more reverence. Only the new painting and a few recent ones posed a problem. I couldn't leave them there because Tazu's skill at painting was deplorable, and the presence of someone who focused on her cunt as closely as I had was bound to arouse her husband's suspicions.
"Give it to me," said Tazu. "I'll hide it among the rafters. He'll never look there, and when you come back you can finish it-you pervert." She stashed the cuntal painting and the other few away and that was it. I was ready to go except that I hadn't taken my leave of Tazu yet; and that would take me all night. I motioned for her to come into the bedroom and to bring the wine and cheese and crackers. Insect screens slid into place above the bed to cover the skylight, others blocked the open windows, we turned off the lights except for a few candles by the rear of the bed, and we lay in the fading afternoon light with nothing to do but make love.
A sense of leisure pervaded us. The night hadn't even begun, and from that vantage point it seemed as though it would never end. But while we held hands and talked and caressed each other, dusk fell and was followed by a pitch-black night. Stars stood out brightly above us, nocturnal birds called into the deep forest only to have their echoes bounce back, and in our tiny puddle of yellow light Tazu and I drank wine, smoked joints, and let our excitement build up until we shook with lust.
She stretched out languorously at one point and caressed herself between the tops of her thighs with both hands, slowly, looking at me with big hints flashing from her eyes. I took a long sip of wine and held it in my mouth until my lips were pressed hard against her cunt. Then, holding her ass up and her hole open with both thumbs, I squirted the wine into her pussy, and when it was all gone I lifted her so she was almost standing on her head. "Hold it in now," I urged, "and come sit on my face."
Her muscle control allowed only a little seepage as she shuffled into position. Only when her cunt hole was directly above my mouth did she release the fluid. It was an impertinent little vintage to begin with but the addition of her juice gave it a kick that made my head spin! I grabbed her by the hips and held her down on me so I could suck every drop of it out of her, and by the time I was done, she was as high as a kite! I went on tonguing her and she rode her pussy into my face with such force that she was hurting me, but I didn't mind. I loved the feel of her tender flesh against mine and her coarse pubic hair chafing my face. And since it would be a while before I got to her pussy again, I tried to store up on it the way a camel stores up on water.
She looked down at me and caressed my long hair, whispering things at me in Japanese and English, and for the first time I felt truly confident that she would dump her husband for me. "I'll get a big divorce, John," she whispered. "My cousin is a very famous divorce lawyer, he could make us both very comfortable. And then we'll live here for the rest of our lives and make love every day. Would you like that? I would, too. Oh darling, make love to me now, put it in me, I'm going to miss it so much!"
She moved back along my prostrate body until her pussy met my raging erection, and with a quick motion she raised the knob so that it slipped neatly into her wet hole. We both sighed with utter contentment as my cock moved into her body; such a gratifying feeling to have her silken, moist skin slither along my cock, to have it fill her up to the hilt. She rested her hands on my chest and started to undulate slowly over my cock, working her pussy from side to side so that no part would be neglected.
In the course of fucking she lay flush on top of me and I rolled her over, a fluid motion which resulted in her wrapping her arms and legs around me and in me digging my toes into the mattress for support to shove my dick into her quaking pussy with long, potent thrusts. For some reason neither I nor my dick felt like coming. We only wanted to stay inside her palpitating pussy, to be in touch with her femininity and her love, and to have her croon her passion into my ear. I held her by her soft buttocks, squeezing her flesh as hard as I could and lifting her slightly, so my cock could slide In low and put pressure on her asshole. And my face moved from one nipple to the other, kissing and nibbling at her to make her cry out wildly, another night bird calling!
We rolled from one side of the giant bed to the other. I fucked her from behind, from the side, on top, and in impossible scissored interlocks, giving her something to remember me by. We fucked the night away, relentless, a little melancholy, and very greedy. In between the action we kissed and sucked, or had a cigarette between the two of us while our limbs remained in a tangle and the sweat kept us together like two suction cups. Only the first light of day broke through the spell, and even then we persisted until it was clearly impossible to go on any longer.
We crawled out of bed and into the shower and just stood there while the water streamed over us. My suitcase went into her Jaguar, the paintings were strapped to the roof rack, and suddenly we were no longer within the confines of the three-acre estate with its beautiful house. We were on a freeway hissing toward the real world!
CHAPTER TWO
Just as we pulled up in front of my brother's house they all came out in the driveway, and I saw Richard getting into his Mercedes with his executive attach� case while his wife and kids waved and blew kisses. It was a moving scene. But then Tazu beeped her horn and suddenly all the attention was riveted on us. We must have presented quite a sight, me in my jeans and sweatshirt lounging in an E-type Jaguar next to an exquisite oriental who was dressed in very expensive casuals; not to mention the canvases on the roof rack. Richard got out of his car and led his tribe to the street, and they looked us over very carefully before any of them recognized me.
"John, good to see you again," said my brother, coming at me with his hand extended. I got out of the car and shook it cordially, even though I, thought he was a prick. And then his wife, Diane, rushed at me and threw her arms about my neck.
"Where have you been!" she cried. "It's ten years since we saw you last, isn't it, Richard? You're a terrible relative, John!" But she kissed me a lot, anyway. And then I was introduced to their three daughters and I introduced Tazu. But she had to get going if she wanted to get to the airport in time, so I took my leave of her right there. It was a sad moment for me when she drove away, I was surrounded by ranch houses and there were cars pulling out of every driveway, long, sleek cars bearing men in their early thirties, corporate go-getters. Still, there were consolations to this turn of events, four of them in all. Diane and her daughters were beautiful!
As we trooped into the living room I looked them over more closely. They were either in jeans or robes, either blonde like Diane or brunette like my brother. I'd always had a little light burning for Diane, ever since my brother brought her home and announced he wanted to marry her. That was twenty-one years ago, when I had been too young to compete with my big brother for the hand of a grown-up eighteen-year-old. But I had tried my best anyway. In those days I did nothing but draw, and she had posed for me in the kitchen, wearing only a bikini. Of course it was a bikini from the 1950's, a very modest affair, but I had a raging erection all through the drawing. She used to spend a lot of time talking with me, too. She was so interested in art and what she called 'creative people'. For all her interest she married my dead-head brother the corporate lawyer. I didn't know it then, but there were a great many women who yearned for men like me and married the man least like me.
"I read about your last exhibition," said Richard, "and I hear it did very well for you. But I don't suppose you invested the money you got from it, did you?"
"No, I blew it," I said, still looking Diane over. She sat opposite me with her robe wrapped tight about her body, and I could tell she had filled out only where a woman needs a bit of plumpness. Her breasts were fuller and riper but her waist was still slender. And her deep tan made her eyes all the bluer, her hair the fairer. There was still something girlish about her face, though, the way her lips pouted. Her upper lip was bow-shaped, the lower one straight, and her front teeth were just visible when her face was passive. Her eyes were big and her lids lazy, with long lashes, and she had a way of looking up at you suddenly that left you wondering what she had in mind for you. As she sat there I found those eyes focusing in on me at the most unexpected times, beaming strong but unintelligible messages. She might have been saying fuck me, or she could have been looking right through me. Not that I had any intention of trying to find out what she really wanted. After Tazu no woman could lure me, especially not my brother's woman.
Still, she was gorgeous and as an artist I had to acknowledge that. As for her daughters ... they lounged about on the big couch next to their mother, all of them observing me as placidly as a row of cats, disturbing me and making me struggle to retain a cool front. Jean was the oldest, about twenty, and she remembered me clearly from the last time I had visited. She had long dark-brown hair and her eyes were bronze and bewitching. She had a pouty mouth, too, but she kept it firmly closed so that it looked as though she was in a pet about something most of the time. Tall like her mother and slender, with medium-sized breasts and a nice big ass that stretched her jeans to the bursting point, she looked more indifferent to me than the others. I guessed that it was her age that made her so aloof. The other two girls were very interested in me, eager to adopt a new, almost-forgotten uncle.
Lora and Cindy were sixteen and fifteen respectively, two blondes with boyish bodies-although Lora was developing distinctly female bumps on her chest. They were both in their robes, sitting together as though they were Siamese twins. But they were very different individuals. Lora was outgoing, voluble, and definitely the leader. Whereas Cindy tagged along after her and let her sister do all the talking. They had their mother's eyes, lazy but inquisitive, and I felt as though four pairs of eyes were taking pictures of my soul at measured intervals.
Richard and I said the correct things to each other and then he announced that it was time for him to go to his office. He told me to move my stuff into the guest room and to make myself at home. But there was something about his bearing that told me my welcome was a limited one, and that the expiration date was a mere week away. Well, that was enough for the time being. I didn't know if Tazu could work fast enough to beat my brother to the punch but deep down I had a good deal of confidence in her. A week! It suddenly dawned on me how long a period that was! A whole week without my beautiful, sexy woman, stuck in the suburbs instead of reveling in that forest hideaway. Gloom descended upon me for a minute, but then Richard left and I felt a lot better.
"Oh, John, I can't tell you how nice it is to have you with us," said Diane. She helped me move my canvases into the guest room and brought out sheets and pillow cases with which to make the bed. The girls followed us and began looking through the paintings and a sketch pad. A lot of what they saw made them giggle.
"Look, here's the lady who drove him here," said Lora. She had turned to the preliminary sketch for the cuntal painting, and I was quick to make her turn the page. Diane would see it later, no doubt, but I didn't mind that. She understood art. "Why don't you girls get out of here," said Diane. "You've all got school, haven't you? Well, let's go, let's go!" She clapped her hands and the girls moved reluctantly out. I watched Diane as she bent over the bed, her ass pushing out at her robe as if it wanted to burst free and present itself to me. Ah, idle thoughts! Even though that ass had held me in its thrall for over twenty years, I had no right to regard it in that light.
"So what's been going on here since the last time I visited?" I said conversationally.
"Nothing," she replied, her voice flat. She sat on the bed and pulled a packet of cigarettes from a pocket in her robe, lit two and passed one on to me. "I think about you sometimes, John, about the way you get around, meet new people, how you don't care about money or anything, and I really think you've got it made. You're the smart one, not people like Richard. He's been working so hard that he actually believes he's doing something vitally important for the community. But all he's doing is moving paper."
"You shouldn't look at it that way," I said. She wasn't the first to talk about her life like that to me. Most of the married women I had been with held their husbands up to me and found them wanting. "Look at it from the point of view of the kids. If you had married someone like me they'd be living in a tarpaper shack, always hungry, always wondering why their daddy spent so much time away from home."
"Oh sure," she laughed, "and always dragging you out of gin mills."
"Right. Whereas with Richard you've got a great home, they're getting the best education money can buy, you've got a pool and your own station wagon, credit cards, so what's the problem?"
"I know, I know," she sighed. "It looks great on the surface. I shouldn't complain. Richard is very good to us, very constant, faithful, and we never lack anything. But is this what life is supposed to be?"
"What a question!" Was life supposed to be running from one woman to the next, and having to sit out domestic crises in other people's homes? I felt like a cuckoo in a forest full of canaries and cuckolds. "Why are you dissatisfied? Is there something in you that you've had to repress for the sake of your husband and kids? I mean, are you really a great artist in bondage?"
"You can be smart about it, but I think there is something in me that has never found expression," she said, her eyes following the curling cigarette smoke. "It's great to see you again, John." She changed the subject without crashing the gears. "You know, I think about you so often, I think about that dark-eyed little boy and the rebellious young man, and now I see the full-grown man right before me ... You turned out not at all as I expected you to."
"Yeah, well," I shrugged. Sounds of showering and rushing came from the other parts of the big house, the girls preparing for school, talking, giggling, and sending a delicious perfume of soap and lotion to my twitching nostrils. Richard was lucky to be surrounded by women. That was the one thing I envied him for. The high-pitched voices, the fragrance, the whole feminine atmosphere, was just right for a man like me. I thrived on it, worked best in it, and already my fingers itched to get at a pencil and draw some of my first impressions. "What did you expect, Diane, another Peter Max?"
"Oh no, not at all!" she said. "I thought you'd be a recluse by now, working in a shack somewhere in the middle of the woods, with disciples stealing in late at night to take your work to galleries and leaving big checks in exchange."
"You're a dyed-in-the-wool romantic," I said.
"Yes, I guess so. Instead of that, you arrive in a Jaguar driven by a beautiful jet-setter. That's what you do mainly, isn't it, live with rich women?"
"It's purely a coincidence that the women I've lived with are rich," I said. "Or perhaps it's more logical than that, perhaps rich women can truly be themselves. Birds of beautiful plumage, no housewife's knees or dishpan hands, just exquisite creatures who groom and mate."
"You and Richard have the same parents, right?" she said quizzically. "Well, in that case the two of you stand as a living testament to the flexibility of the genetic code. Listen, John, do make yourself at home. I have to drive the girls to school and then I've got a lot of errands to do. I'm really glad you're here and I want you to make this place your own." She kissed me on the cheek and walked out to claim the bathroom for herself.
I lay on the bed and doodled a while, sketching Tazu's face and thinking of her and the two months we had spent together. Meeting her at a party, taking her home, making love with her for the first time ... my favorite episode. I closed my eyes and relaxed completely so that my mind could travel back those long weeks in time, to recapture the whole event. I had arrived at the party with a woman who had been keeping me for quite a while and who was starting to hint that it was time for me to marry her. She was a career woman and she kept her emotions locked in a vault. My cock was the only instrument that could open it, and after six months of constant fucking I had succeeded, only to find a pauper's ransom awaiting me. I was on the look-out for a new stepping-stone, any woman willing to keep me until a better one came along.
But when I saw Tazu I knew I was home! She was sitting in the center of the room with three drooling young men at her feet, and she took notice of none of them. I went over to her and asked her to dance, she accepted, and halfway through some futile disco number I asked her to take me to her place. We left the party without another word and she drove her Jaguar speedily and confidently into the woods, driving for hours it seemed, until we arrived at that splendid love nest.
She turned to face me when she had switched on the lights, and there was a challenge in her eyes. She looked so fragile and beautiful that for a moment I was afraid to touch her. But that challenge told me she could take all I had to deal out, and probably some more. My hands took hers and pulled her closer, I caressed her face and bent down slowly to brush my lips past hers. Her jasmine perfume tantalized me, her smooth skin made me tingle all over, and my cock was hard just from the situation. Here I was in the middle of the woods with a woman beautiful enough to make my fantasies look drab, and when I kissed her a little harder she didn't back away. In fact she moved in closer, her small body pressing into mine with unmistakable hunger!
"Be slow and gentle," she whispered. "It's been such a long time."
"I couldn't do it to you any other way," I said, wondering what she meant by a long time. A woman like her had to have hundreds of men at her disposal. I must have heard wrong. My hands moved down her back, feeling her delicacy and her sensuality coming through her dress, feeling further down where her soft buttocks bulged out slightly, down to her thighs. Her pubic bone pushed against me urgently. We subsided onto the bed and she lay on top of me, kissing me with small pecks, biting at my face and working her tongue into my mouth as my hands worked steadily at pulling her dress up higher.
I heard her shoes fall to the floor and then she moved away from my hands. She lay at an angle to me and placed her feet close to my face, little feet with delicate toes, nibble-sized. I took them with both hands and brought them right up to my face so that my tongue could work in and out of the crevices and my eyes could look up her legs and under her dress. She had on white panties and her pubic mound pushed out at me as if it was trying to get to my mouth without consulting the rest of her body. Let it wait, I told myself, it'll be all the sweeter when I finally get to that part of her.
Feet had never played a big part in my sex life but hers did something to me! I sucked on her little toes and licked her instep like a seasoned foot fetishist, making love to her feet because her feet were part of her. And I loved the little moans of pleasure that she emitted. She lay on her back and let me move her legs about any way I wanted to, just as long as I kept on kissing and sucking at her feet. And I treated myself to all sorts of fetching glimpses of her panties. The flesh of her thighs was full and smooth, glowing brownly under the soft lights, and when I reached up higher and caressed her there I wanted to move in permanently. Her thighs were utterly squeezable, so firm and yet so yielding, so smooth that all my sensory nerves rustled like leaves in a breeze. But I stuck with her feet until I felt sure she wanted me to move on. I wanted to make this girl dependent on me for future orgasms, if only to ensure that I could stay with her until I'd had my fill of her.
"That's nice," she groaned, and that little oriental accent, the way she neglected the consonants, aroused me to such a point that which I just couldn't stay that far from her pussy. My lips and tongue slid along her slick skin, paid homage to her slim ankles and the soft curve of her calves. I kissed her knees back and front, and then slithered in between her legs like a snake, making love to her inner thighs as my head pushed her dress up and out of the way.
She parted her legs wider and let me slip into place, but neither of us made a move to get rid of those white cotton panties. They were so sensible and yet so erotic that I wanted to eat them off her body! I nuzzled into her crotch and breathed in the faint but tart scent of her femininity, and I knew I'd found nirvana. During that first moment of contact I lost myself completely, absorbed in the pudgy flesh and the insinuating perfume much as a pilgrim loses himself at a holy shrine.
One finger pushed the crotch of her panties out of the way and in the darkness under her dress I got my first taste of her naked cuntal flesh. She was very wet and very tasty, and pretty soon I had to get rid not only of her panties but of her dress also, because this was a pussy that had to be eaten totally. Tazu submitted happily to everything I did, spreading her legs out wide and lifting her ass up for me so I could dive in and dig my tongue right up her tight pussy hole, could squeeze her soft, wobbly buttocks, and clamp her thighs over my ears so nothing could intrude into my mind to distract me from this delicious condiment.
And as I recollected that event, lying on the bed in the guest room of my brother's house, I got very hard and very restless. The women were gone now, I was all alone, and I thought that was just as well since I was in the mood for rape. I started to wander about my room, checking its appointments in order to put some distance between me and Tazu, but I found myself looking for stimuli rather than bromides. My drawing book lay open with Tazu's picture showing, and for a long time I stood over it and looked down at her beautiful features, that full little cunt, the small breasts with the big nipples, those shrewd, narrow eyes and her pursed mouth, mocking me, daring me to fuck her one more time, telling me I could never satisfy her ultimately but holding out the promise of maybe. She knew how to dangle a carrot!
I walked out of my room and took in the rest of the house. My cock was half-hard and prickly with lust. My eyes took in the objects scattered about in the half-hope of finding something to jerk off over. So many women in this house, how could I miss? The living room was big and clean, with the right couches and coffee table forming an ensemble in the center, home entertainment center on the wall, women's periodicals stacked neatly on shelves, a few Book of the Month Club selections, nothing more. The kitchen shone and contained nothing but implements that were all foreign to me. Richard had a den, too, very cozy, lots of teak and cedar paneling, leather-bound first editions, law books, a small color TV with a baseball cap hanging off one of the knobs, and memorabilia. It was just like Dad's den, but then Richard was a bad copy of him. I walked back upstairs to the bedrooms and checked them one by one. The perfume of the collective lotions and whatnots from the girls' rooms was starting to make me dizzy with lust. If only one of them had stayed home for the day to make her uncle feel more welcome, she would be entertaining him right at that moment!
Jean had a room of her own; Lora and Cindy shared the bigger of the two rooms. In the latter room I contented myself with fondling their underwear and sniffing at the crotches; but modern life had dealt several severe blows to perverts like me. The first and biggest one had been the introduction of pantyhose, which had ruined the fun of looking up girls' dresses. The second had been the modernization of washing machines and additives. Contemporary technology washed those goddamn panties clean, and no matter how much I sniffed at the pieces of material that contained those little teen-age cunts day in, day out, not a whiff of femininity emerged. My lust drove me to carefully undo their tightly made beds and to sniff at the sheets, approximately at the spot where their little bottoms would rest during the night. Again, no luck. All I could get was the lemony freshness of some additive.
Frustrated, semi-erect, and more restless than ever, I sauntered into Jean's room and inspected it casually. Her underwear drawer yielded nothing more but I wasn't going to give up easily. I rummaged around in her closets, and in one of them, in the far corner, I found a long, slim box that had been hidden under other boxes; Those other boxes bore little notations to indicate their content. But not the last box. It was blank and it looked naughty. I opened it up and voila!-a nice modestly-sized dildo lay on a bed of tissues, and this item hadn't yet been sterilized with lemony-fresh whatever. It smelled of pussy, good and raunchy, and my nostrils opened wide to take it all in. Now my cock reared up and my mind conjured up fantasies of Jean giving it to herself.
It was six inches long and not too thick, a nicely textured rubber dildo with which I could easily compete both in terms of size and hardness. I fondled it and held it close to my nose, with my other hand undoing my zipper and extricating my cock. In my mind Jean lay on that bed just near me, her dress pulled up around her waist, her panties stretched between her ankles, her knees leaning away from each other, and one hand held her cunt open while the other grabbed the hilt of her dildo and pushed it in-deeper, deeper, until all of it had been swallowed up and her body writhed with discomfort and pleasure. But it wasn't Jean doing it to herself after a while. Her face gradually re-formed into Tazu's face. She had done it for me on a few occasions when I was too spent to get it up again but felt horny enough to appreciate a good show of lust. With a dildo not much different from the one I held in my hand, Tazu would get herself off, self-consciously at first, glancing over at me and giggling, but losing herself every second, slipping into a storm of passion that eventually consumed her and held her in its thrall until every last scrap of passion had been spent.
I lay on the bed and thought back to that first night. Eating Tazu's chubby cunt and sucking out her sapid juice, rubbing my face in her tender flesh, and discovering for the first time how sensitive her little tits were. Those tense nipples quivering like antennae, her breathless cries of awe and ecstasy-and then she said we ought to take an interval.
I had been stunned. The sap of her pussy was all over my face, my cock burned for action, and I had to lie there and watch her get off the bed, undress completely, and then walk toward the bar to mix us a couple of drinks. Had I been less stunned I might have leaped up and raped her there and then. But I lay there, and in that momentary pause I remembered her saying to be slow and gentle. Let her set the pace, she knew what was best for her. Besides, my erection had turned into a fixture. She brought me a cool drink and then she sat on the side of the bed and asked pie for a cigarette.
Since I had run out we smoked hers, and bit by bit we started to talk. We introduced ourselves, declared our status and position, and then I began to tell her what I liked about her, which made her reciprocate. What a perceptive, shrewd woman she was! "I used to think I liked women more than men," she said, "but then I tried it and discovered that I just like beauty. You're beautiful, John, almost beautiful, but there's enough man about you to make it obvious you're not gay." Such a balanced compliment. Of course I couldn't effuse enough about her attractions, and in the course of that we fell into each other's arms and now she took the initiative.
She made me undress and lie down, and when I tried to caress her she made me fold my hands back under my head. I knew what she was going to do and my whole body expanded with a sense of sheer luxury. I stretched and my cock grew even harder, and then her, soft lips skidded along my belly, getting me close to coming. Her fingernails scratched subtly at the most sensitive spots, right down in the groin area where my nerves twitched and spasmed easily, and further down to my balls. She let her fingertips run over my scrotum so that they barely touched the skin but evoked the finest sensations by strumming my hairs. She didn't need to do this. I would have been more than happy to feast on her pussy all night long-but since she was down there I was just as happy to let her have her way.
She kissed and licked all around my dick, keeping her mouth just a little away from the vital parts, but her fingers caressed my cock and balls. She bent over me so that her ass stuck up high in the air, and from my reclining position I was able to appreciate the perfect symmetry of those two cheeks, the glow of her light brown, flesh, as well as the tender loving care she showered upon me. Many women had had their lips around my dick over the years but none had loved that part of me so deeply and thoroughly. When she finally closed her lips over my glans the expression on her face made it hard for, me to be cool again. There was a contentment such as one sees on a baby sucking a pacifier or on a man with a big Havana. She loved it and so did I and as a result I felt no obligation to hurry her, to let her know that she could stop now and collect her reward. This woman was sucking for sucking's sake!
And how she worked me over! I groaned, I tossed and turned, I pushed my dick deeper into her face than she could take and yet she took it and more. She worked her face over my dick in short jabs, wetting me down and breathing regularly, licking and sucking, nibbling on that super-sensitive part just below the glans and then dipping down further, further, swallowing my eight inches one by one until, to my amazement, my cock disappeared into her face and her throat muscles ululated about my knob. That I didn't come at that moment can only be attributed to raw experience and self-discipline, and also to a deep curiosity to see what else she could do.
Her face turned around my dick and she brought her ass back to me like a birthday present, settling her pussy over my mouth and continuing to suck my dick all the while. She was a smooth mover. I opened wide and swallowed her cunt as completely as she had swallowed my dick, and now it turned into a duet of lovemaking. There were moments when she lost her beat and moments when I had to stop for breath and to accommodate all those wild sensations she had built up in my loins. Our bodies throbbed in tune, our moans and grunts were a harmony of passion, and suddenly my balls became turbulent and blasted their load up the tube to fill her mouth in a rush!
She sucked on, emptying my dick and filling her belly, and I sucked on because I hadn't had enough of her yet. Hard or soft, she was delicious to eat, and while I ate and she sucked, my cock resurrected itself. It was a proud moment for me when her suckling and subtle scratching was rewarded with the total expansion of my meat. I heard her breathing become more rapid, I felt my cock getting firmer and thicker, and the urge to fuck was as strong as it had ever been. She was giving me the treatment again but I wasn't taking any chances this time. As soon as I was hard enough I made her sit on it. And when she had twisted her pussy over my dick and engulfed it with warm, wet flesh, I made her lie on top of me and I rolled us both over to mount her like a raging stallion.
That's how it was. Her cunt was wide open now and my dick dove in and pulled out without the slightest resistance. That delicate body of hers could take any amount of fucking; in fact the harder I banged her the happier she was. In and out, shoving it up her with mighty thrusts to get to the very bottom of her cunt, and pulling back so that the tip of my knob hovered outside her body for a split second before diving back in, grunting with each stroke, exerting myself fully, and slamming my pubic bone into her cunt to crush her clitoris into submission. I was in an erotic fury. This was the fuck I'd been limbering up for all my life, this was the pussy for which I'd sharpened my pencil, chalked my cue, and learned to dance. My mouth crushed into hers, my chest squashed her tits, I held her with one arm and with my free hand I fingered her asshole. She like that, too. The moment my finger touched down on her soft, puckered sphincter she let out a sharp cry as if to let me know I had a green and the more I pushed the more violent her pelvic motions became.
My finger sank into that soft, tight hole and she move up and down over it to get the full benefit of it. Now my cock was embedded in her pussy and my finger was deep inside her asshole, fingering, fucking, sweating all over her, listening to her squeal and cry, forgetting myself, fucking more, fucking harder, and exploding as unexpectedly as the time before.
And that was the opening round! What a night we spent together! In the morning we stumbled out of bed and fell into the pool, too exhausted to exchange a civil smile. And in the course of the morning she told me what she had meant by saying it had been such a long time. "My husband travels all the time. He arranges mergers and stuff like that, and right now the Arabs are the ones providing the hot action for people like him. And even when he is here he always works and calls people, and he has parties for all his dull friends. It's very hard for me because I was brought up to love sex. Then, when I try to be unfaithful to him, no one comes near me. Men don't seem to like me."
"They're crazy about you," I told her, "but they think you have to be attached to somebody because you're so beautiful. Besides that, if a man asks you out he really wants you to say yes with all his heart; and most men prefer not to commit themselves to such propositions."
"I don't understand," she said. "All I know is that I'm very happy you didn't care about all those things."
The start of a beautiful relationship. It turned out that Chuck had been her only lover and that she had just read about what other people did. Chuck was a conservative in the affairs of the heart, and as a result I was the first to make Tazu climax. She was mine! At least for the time being.
I got off Jean's bed and straightened it up. My cock still stood out of the fly, hard, flushed, yearning to be taken care of, but I put her dildo away and rummaged about in her bookcase. She had a lot of books and many of them had to do with psychology and sex. There were a lot of technical books on sexual practices, sexual statistics, abnormal sexuality and the like, and it didn't take a Sherlock Holmes to figure out that that was her major. A student of sex, I thought, my lustful brain working overtime; that could be very, interesting. But then I thought of Tazu and wondered how any woman could replace her.
As I rummaged through the bookcase I came upon a bunch of magazines that had been tucked behind the lines of books. These were pornographic magazines; I knew it without even looking at them. But I wanted to be sure. "Little Black Lesbians" said the cover of one-"Little Black Highschool Girls" said another. I was starting to get the drift. And another one dealt with teenager lesbians and their dildos. Was this an adolescent flirtation with lesbianism or a fully fledged commitment? I became curious enough to want to find out. In the meantime I leafed through the magazines and admired the girls. No photographer could de-sex these girls, although the people who had put these magazines together had give it a good college try. Through the inappropriate smiles and the badly lit photos came the scent of pussy and the smack of inner lips, the sense of depth to the flesh of buttocks and the softness of pendulous breasts. I had slept with lesbians in" the past and some of them had enjoyed it, others had not. Not once had I concerned myself with their conversion. But in the case of my own niece ...
I thought about the week or two ahead and I knew my moral fibre would break down sooner or later. Well, since I was so sure that I couldn't hold out, why waste time trying? If I was going to hate myself for weakness it was better to make the best of it beforehand, and with that thought in mind I started to think how I could get at this admirer of little black lesbians.
Just to be on the safe side I tucked my cock back into my jeans. No use spilling the seed if it could be deposited in a nice little box. At my age I wasn't inclined to waste it any more than I had to. So I put the magazines back where I had found them, checked her room to make sure there was no trace left of my visit, and went downstairs and turned on the television.
The first station I turned to had a game show featuring a Japanese-American housewife who looked nothing like Tazu but who made me desperately homesick all the same. I had to find someone to fuck with during this separation! If I didn't I'd be a wreck by the time she called me homeland nobody loves a wreck.
CHAPTER THREE
During the evening meal Richard tried to make me look bad in front of his women. He lectured me on responsibility, posterity, and duty, and he also said he had no respect for me. His daughters listened attentively and I soon understood that I had been used as an example for them: If you neglect your studies you'll be like your Uncle John one day, a bum! There was no getting around it, my brother was an asshole, as big an asshole as my father had been.
"You may be right," I said at the end of his lecture. His wife had sat right alongside him, beaming her encouragement at me. "But then again, you may be wrong. It all depends on how you'll feel at sixty-five. I want to have a big store of memories for that time so I can sit back in my rocker and go over all the women I've loved and all the places I've been to one by one, detail by detail. And I can't really stand the thought of my retirement being marred by the awful realization that I've wasted opportunities or done nothing in particular."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said brusquely, getting up from the table. He knew all right. He wanted to be me so badly he could taste it. But he had made his commitment and I had made mine, and we were both stuck with it. The girls looked at me oddly after my little speech, and when Richard sat down in the TV, it was went over and sat close to him. Richard smiled at her and for a moment he looked very boyish. From that point on I kept a close watch on him and his youngest daughter, and the results were very interesting.
Jean and Lora cleared the table and Diane sat by me on the patio overlooking the pool. She was hungry for conversation and we spent the best part of the evening talking about art and life. Jean joined us for a while and I noticed how her eyes bored into me when I addressed her. She was a very intense girl and I couldn't work out whether she was hot for me or just wanted to study me the way a scientist studies a rabbit. Motherland daughter looked charming together, both of them in loose-fitting dresses that permitted tantalizing glimpses of panties and thigh, and provoked the most lewd thoughts in me. Which one did I want first? I wanted both of them together!
That was something I had never achieved in my life. I'd been to bed with two women, three at an orgy, I had fucked sisters, a girlfriend's mother, and my interest in combination-fucking had led me to screw an entire fatherless family once. But a mother and daughter together! Was that possible? I dismissed the idea as idle but it persisted in the back of my mind, and the longer I talked with them the stronger the urge grew. Of course I wanted to fuck them individually, too. Diane looked as though she would love it so much that sheer gratitude alone would make a climaxing fool out of her. And her daughter with those burning dark eyes and her steady scrutiny hinted at an explosive little fuck with lots of screaming and obscenities. My cock twisted and I had to cross my legs and hastily change position so it could expand without making a tent in my lap.
But nothing came of it that evening. I went to bed at about midnight, tired suddenly, aware of how little sleep I'd had in the past forty-eight hours. My room was a small one in between the girls' rooms, while the master bedroom was across a narrow corridor. I wanted to check and see if there was any chance of getting a look into the adjoining room but I was too tired to indulge the voyeur in me. All I could do was strip off my clothes and fall onto the bed. It was a warm night, no need to turn back the bedclothes, and so I fell asleep on the bedspread, sliding backwards into wild dreams of blonde pussy and brunette pussy and two-tone pussy, always pussy with a few tits her� and there. If ever I became wealthy enough to afford a family crest it would be a pussy on a field of tits and ass, and there'd be a pencil and a paintbrush sticking out. Was this what life was supposed to be? Diane's question haunted my dreams too.
I awoke with a start, dreaming that a shark had taking my cock into its mouth and was about to close its razor-sharp teeth on it. It was pitch black in the room and I was sweating profusely. Was it a dream? Part of me said yes, there are no sharks in suburbia. But what was that funny sensation around my dick? "Ssssshhhhh!" someone hissed. A snake! Oh no, no, it was clear to me now. I lay back and let whoever it was have her way with my cock. It was too dark to see who it was, so I asked. But all she said was "Ssssshhhh!"
Soft fingers stroked my belly, a curling, abrasive tongue lapped at my glans, slithering along, spiraling down to the base of my cock and moving back up again, leisurely working my erection up into a state of frenzy. It had to be Diane! Who else could blow so well? "Diane, is that you?"
"Sssssshhhh!" She was right, why spoil it? I closed my eyes and folded my arms back under my head, taking a position of utter selfishness so that the midnight prowler could have her way with me. Her tongue work was delicate and thorough. She licked every part of my cock, moving down to my balls and wetting them down before sliding her lips over them and chewing them ever so lightly with her lips protecting my tender eggs from the edges of her teeth, while those fingers ran over me to evoke restless impulses in my loins. I wondered what would happen if Richard woke up and found his wife missing. Not that I was too worried. I'd been able to beat him up since I turned six, and now that he was in his forties and flabby I'd have even less trouble.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I groaned, shifting from side to side and lifting my cock and balls up at her for more. She responded by caressing my dick and suckling my balls deep inside her mouth, letting her tongue and her warm spit wash them, sucking on them so that the ball bag stretched and my balls were at her throat, then releasing them and turning her head so her lips turned around my scrotum. I thought of Tazu and of how she used to suck me off, and this woman was nearly as good. I loved the way she worked her tongue all around my shaft and then wormed the tip into that small slit at the top of my knob. Whenever she did that I groaned involuntarily and my back arched tautly to give her all she wanted. Then she pursed her lips over the tip of my cock and slowly, slowly, let them take all of it in between their smooth, velvety pads. Once she had reached the base she went back up and moved her head up and down swiftly about a dozen times in succession, just long enough to get me so steamed up that I reached for her head and held it still so I could jam my dick down her throat. But she pushed my hands out of the way and slapped me on the wrists. "Lie still!" she whispered. Was it Diane? It didn't sound like her, and yet it didn't not sound like her either.
Her hands pushed at my legs, taking them by the backs of my thighs and moving them up and out of the way. Surely not! I couldn't believe she had my favorite pastime in mind. But I let her push me over until my knees were at either side of my head, and bore her tentative caresses with bated breath. She sucked at my balls, but her hands were stroking the cheeks of my ass and my inner thighs, working slowly but surely toward my asshole. I wanted to tell her I couldn't take much of that but I couldn't make myself dissuade her. "Aaaaaahhhhh yesssssss!" I sighed, surrendering utterly. How I loved women who were prepared to take the initiative! So few were, but the ones who did always bowled me over. And Diane, or a sneak female rapist, was bowling me over tremendously!
She started to kiss inside my thighs and her breasts dangled down so that one of her nipples touched my asshole. That got my cock twitching. I lay in my uncomfortable position with my eyes closed, just waiting for that electric moment when her tongue reached my sphincter. I knew she was going to do it. Her breathing indicated that she was as horny and lustful as I was, the kind of horny that makes men and women want to do the most intimate things to each other, to delve into those spots that represent the last frontier. Her tongue cruised along my skin, coming closer and closer, and my body started to get tremulous. Warm fluid dribbled out of my cock and stuck to my belly. It was hard for me to breathe, and the perspiration was pouring out of me. "Go ahead," I whispered. "That's great, go to it, baby!"
Closer, closer, she was playing me the way an angler plays a trout. It had to be Diane! This was an experienced woman! Oh yeah, there she blew! Her tongue circled my asshole a few times, just skimming along the edges, her hands dug into my flesh to open me right up, and then that female pervert shoved her tongue into me and sank it so deep that her face pressed into the split between my cheeks and my ball bag, and her tongue fluttered about inside me to take me close to climaxing that it required a superhuman effort to stop it. Luckily she let up for a minute, and in that minute I recovered myself sufficiently to take her next onslaught.
Nails scratched at the backs of my legs, breasts pressed into my back, her hot breath streamed along my cock and balls, and that tongue dipped in and out rapidly, tongue-fucking me anally, something very few women had done for me. I just lay there and wallowed in the beautiful feelings she instilled in me. I throbbed from head to toe like a giant cock and the top of my head felt as though it was about to lift off to let out a great big load of cerebral sperm.
Back to my cock. She took it into her mouth and one long finger pushed its way up my ass to slide in and out steadily, unhurriedly. And when it was right up in there she crooked the top joint so that her long nails scratched at the prostate gland and made more sperm drip out of my tortured dick. She sucked it up noisily and kept agitating my gland, working more juice out of it and keeping me trembling on the brink of my orgasm. It was frustrating and ecstatic at the same time, so near -to blowing and yet not quite there, unable to breathe and not needing to, floating a few feet off the ground. "A bit longer!" I whispered. "Just a few more seconds and I'm going to come right into your mouth!"
But that wasn't part of her plan. She withdrew her finger, released my cock and made me lie flat oh my back again. She gave me a minute to recover, a minute in which my cock throbbed painfully. The cool night air dried the wetness on my dick and made it feel lonely. But my attacker had no intention of letting my erection go to waste. Now that my eyes were more accustomed to the dark I could make out her dim shape and see that she had turned her back to me. She squatted over my cock and gently guided it into her pussy hole. She was hardly tight or dry at that moment, and my cock slipped in easily. Then, with jerky bobbing motions, she began to fuck me while looking the other way.
It felt as though a wet silken glove had taken hold of my dick and was giving it a hand-job. I could feel her cuntal flesh quaver and contract about my oversensitive member, feel her big cheeks push down on my belly, and hear her faint grunts as she worked her pussy right down over me. Perhaps it was Jean? The curtains were drawn so not even the starlight could enter the room to let me see if the she-rapist was blonde or brunette. Her ass was big but then Diane and Jean both had ... Oh, what the hell. It was Diane, it had to be.
That pussy slithered up and down my cock so wetly that there was soon hardly any sensation for me at all. I was dying to come; I could feel the tingling dryness in the top of my cock that ached just to be relieved by a good blurt of sperm. "Come on baby, bear down," I whispered. My hands grabbed her cheeks and pressed into the deep flesh to tighten her cunt hole and put the pressure on my dick. This time she didn't take my hands away, she just fucked a little harder, puffing, panting like an engine, and then she let out a stifled cry of mixed pain and pleasure, and went limp all over. She toppled forward and I had to follow her quickly so my cock wouldn't fall out. And with a last flurry I fucked myself over the top, blowing my load into her squelching pussy and subsiding happily.
"Oh shit," I heard her mutter. She got off the bed and padded to the door. What she had forgotten was the small night light that burned in the corridor, and when she opened the door to go back to her own room, that little light let me see who I'd been fucking with for the first time. It was a brunette who walked quickly out of sight with her hand between her legs to stop the sperm from running out. Jean, my sexologist niece, had been doing independent research. I grinned and lit up a cigarette. Richard's kids were a lot more interesting than I could have expected-but that was probably due to Diane. I wondered Why she'd been so secretive, though. It wasn't as if I was the kind to fuck and tell.
I slept much better for the rest of the night and when I woke up late the next morning I felt like a new man. Gone were the tight knots of frustration that had marked Tazu's departure. I could face the week now. A long shower and a shave set me up for breakfast, and when I got down to the kitchen I found Diane and Jean in there. They smiled and greeted me, asked what I wanted to eat, and neither of them gave a single hint that anything extraordinary had happened the previous night. Diane couldn't know-but how did Jean manage to keep such a blank front? She sat at the table with me as I ate and chatted about family matters and how she had followed my erratic career, and if I hadn't had such vivid memories of our night together I might have been persuaded that it was all a dream.
They were preparing something culinary, and as they worked and talked I sat at the table and made quick sketches of them. They were dressed in shorts and halters. There was a cool breeze blowing through the house, they were in a summery mood, and pretty soon they forgot all about me. How delightful they were, mother and daughter, so alike and so different.
"What are you drawing?" asked Jean. She leaned over my shoulder and when I looked back at her I caught sight of her globular breasts, so tanned and soft, and the thought that they had banged against my ass only hours earlier gave me a chilly sensation all up and down my spine. "Oh look, Ma, it's us! Is that what I look like? That sure is you, Ma. Boy, Uncle John, you are terrific! Look at that!"
"I wish I could draw like that," sighed Diane. "Oh, hut you flatter me, John, you've got me looking like a teenage girl!"
"You were at the moment I drew that," I said. "It's when you forget yourself and what you are, that the real you comes out. You're as young and as beautiful as you were when I first met you. God, how you made me suffer when I was fourteen! I used to dream about you and draw you in all sorts of poses ... Well, perhaps I shouldn't talk about that when your daughter's present."
"There's nothing sacred as far as Jean's concerned," laughed Diane. "She's studying sexology? you know. Besides, we're a very open family."
"Yeah, when Daddy's not around," said Jean wryly.
"So what are you saying about poses?" asked Diane.
"Oh, you know how it is when you're an adolescent infatuated with an older woman," I shrugged, pretending to be embarrassed. "You can't have her so you come as close to it as possible. And my way of doing that was to draw you in the nude and then jerk off over you. I must have made love to you in every possible way ... in my mind."
"Really." Diane looked flustered for a second, a brief confusion that was quickly covered up by the observation that the coffee was ready. She poured for us and Jean pumped me for more information. "Did that satisfy you? Do you have any of those drawings left? Do you still do that sort of thing?"
"Yes, yes, and sometimes," I said. "But to answer your questions more fully, I didn't really know what I was missing at the time, and those drawings are stored in New York, and thirdly it takes something really special to make me masturbate these days."
"Like what?" pressed Jean.
"Darling, your uncle doesn't want to answer questions like that," chided Diane.
"No, I don't mind," I said. I liked talking about sex with these two women, if only because I wanted them both. And what better way to achieve that objective than to advertise my interest in them and sex? "If it's something unusual and takes me by surprise, as in the dead of night for example, then it'll go on arousing me for days-and that can, at times, lead me to abuse myself tremendously." I looked Jean right in the eye when I said that but the girl didn't blink. She just nodded and declared that very interesting. I began to wonder if she was a split personality.
"And Ma, at one time, affected you that way, huh? Well, she's still a very sexy lady, how does she grab you now?"
"Are you trying to matchmake?" I asked. Diane and her daughter laughed uproariously even though I hadn't been particularly funny, and then Diane changed the subject just slightly, just enough to get us on a wholly different track. We ended up discussing the relative merits of Gurdjieff and Camus, which in turn led to a lot of yawning and the resolution that it was time for a dip in the pool. The women went upstairs and changed, but I always wear the kind of briefs that can pass for a swim suit, so I dropped my jeans and dove right into the pool.
When they came out of the house I became more determined than ever to make love to both of them at the same time. There was a subtle rivalry between the two of them. Friendly as they were, they were still mother and daughter, and mother was still pretty and sexy enough to present a real threat to her daughter; while her daughter was the comer, the one who would take over where she had left off one day. And now they stood by the side of the pool waiting only for me to get a good look at them in their skimpy bikinis.
"Wow!" I said, looking from one to the other. You two look terrific!"
"Thank you," they said, and then they dove into the pool and swam a few lengths. They passed close to me and I sank under the surface so I could watch their bodies thresh through the water from that angle. My dick stuck out of my briefs from being near these two erotic time bombs. Their sensuality, their competitiveness, and their suntanned, sensuous bodies, made me wonder how Richard ever managed to tear himself away from his household. Father or not, I'd be hanging around and reveling in it all.
"You know, you're not bad yourself," said Diane when we were sitting on the edge and dangling our legs in the water. "The years have been very kind to you, John."
"It's not like I'm fifty!" I protested.
"That's toot what I mean. Look at those stomach muscles, Jean; that's how your father I looked when I first met him twenty-one years ago." Jean leaned over and scrutinized my stomach critically. At the same time the bulge in my briefs expanded visibly. The experience of the previous night lingered over my mind like a little cloud, tinting everything else, and the smallest gesture she made reminded me of her busy tongue and the places it had made so happy.
"Do you work out or something?" the girl asked.
"Oh sure, I do a lot of running, usually away from fights; and then I do as many push-ups as I can, but never alone. And what else? I crane my neck a lot,"
"You're a terrible man, Uncle John," she laughed, Diane slapped me playfully and suggested we all have a drink. I don't enjoy drinking early in the day because it makes the rest so hard to remember, but I could see she was trying to screw up her courage a little. Jean brought a bottle of whiskey, some soda and ice, and set it all out on the table under the pool-side umbrella, and we toasted each other gravely. But I sat on my drink while they slugged them down. "I see you're not a suburban creature," remarked Jean. "Because if you were your system would need an infusion of alcohol by this time."
"You sound very jaded," I said.
"Oh, don't take any notice of her, John, she just likes to affect world-weariness," said her mother. All the same she poured a second round for herself and Jean, and when that was gone they were noticeably bolder. "Listen, you're family, John," she said confidingly, slurring her words slightly. "Jean and I like to skinny dip. It's safe here, the neighbors can't see a thing, and it's so nice! But if you don't like that sort of thing you can go inside and we'll just have fun."
"I couldn't possibly look on," I said, getting up and removing my briefs, "so I'll go inside and study the Bible for a few hours."
"Very good." I dove into the pool and the two women stood up and undid their halters. A bounty of tit appeared, two of them fresh and upright, full globes of flesh that poked arrogantly at the sky; the other two more worldly, fuller, a little overripe perhaps but so soft and sensual that I hoped I wouldn't have to make a choice between the sets. They saw me watching and a glimmer of pride came into their eyes, although they didn't remark on my interest. Jean bent forward and stepped out of her bikini bottom, then straightened up and after a small pause leaped over my head into the pool. For the duration of that pause I saw the full beauty of her body, so sleek and firm, with a dark triangle of hair between her thighs and a belly that bulged out from the navel, and tits that barely moved even when she jumped up. But now Diane took off her last garment and once again her body made me wonder which I preferred. She was sagging a little and her pubic hair was thick and unruly and grew more wildly, and her belly was more protrusive, but what a delicious fuck she was! I couldn't keep my cock down in spite of the cool waters surrounding it. Diane oozed sex from every pore. When she moved her flesh quivered and shook, intimations of pillow-softness, and then she turned around and treated me to a lingering look at her ass. Two big cheeks that swelled up from the small of her back, round and full, and sagging outward somewhat at the join of her thighs. She placed her bikini carefully over the back of the chair, bending over unnecessarily, and then turned back to me with a big smile.
"Is that how you used to draw me, John?" she asked.
"Down to the last pubic hair," I said, unable to keep the admiration out of my voice. Again her smile became confused. She jumped into the pool and took a few more turns before she sat down in the shallow end next to her oldest daughter. "That's what I like about family," she said loudly. "You can speak your mind when they're around, you don't have to be artificial with family people at all."
"Yes, right, Ma," said Jean. The irony in her voice was lost on her mother, who for that moment believed in what she had said. But even I knew what she was trying to hide from herself. Diane wanted to get laid, I was the most eligible man to come along in many a moon, and it frightened her to be confronted ; with the prospect of her own infidelity. "Interesting how you can maintain an erection under water," observed the aspiring sexologist. "Don't men take cold showers when they're horny?"
"I've never tried that," I said, standing up and regarding my own erection with simulated surprise. "But it might work if the shower was ice cold."
"John, please! Don't show off!" said Diane.
"Why? It's not like you clamped your hands over those magnificent tits, is it?" I said argumentatively. "So why should I hide my pride and joy from your eyes?"
"He's terrible," said Diane to her daughter, and Jean agreed without taking her eyes off my cock. It was a super-charged situation. If I made a move now I might win both of them or lose them for good, I thought about it and decided against action. Let them make the move; play it safe and maybe they'll let you off the hook. Because, as much as I desired Jean and Diane, a part of me didn't think it was fair to poach on my brother's preserves. The poor slob had worked hard and long to put this household together, and who was I to pick the fruits? No, if the women made the first move (or had they already made it?) at least I'd have the comfort of knowing it wasn't my fault. That would place the onus on Richard, for having neglected his husbandly and fatherly duties! Ah, the human mind, what an arsenal of rationalizations! I sat down in the pool and splashed water at them, then backstroked to the other end. Diane got out of the pool and poured herself another drink. Her hands were shaking and she gulped the whiskey and soda down in a hurry. Jean swam toward me noiselessly, her head bobbing along the water's surface as if it no longer belonged to her body, and when she drew up alongside me her hand brushed against my belly and cock very briefly.
"I beg your pardon!" I protested.
"We're all family in this pool," she said, and now her naked body pressed softly against me. "What does it matter how we touch each other or how we look at each other? I mean, you're like an uncle to me, Uncle." She laughed and Diane joined in.
"That's true, that's true," she said, easing herself back into the pool and swimming over to grab hold of the edge on my other side. "If you weren't family we wouldn't think of being naked with you. But as it is we can touch and all that, it makes no difference."
"In that case," I said, and right away I sank under water and kept my eyes wide open. There they were, mother and daughter pussy ensemble, both of them treading water and taking no care to keep their legs closed. My hands reached for both of them and slipped in between their thighs to squeeze their hairy cunts for as long as I could hold my breath. "There," I said, coming back up and shaking the water out of my hair. "Now tell me if that's the way family members touch each other."
They didn't answer. As one they took in air and disappeared under the surface, and a second later I felt their fingers caressing my cock and balls. All too soon they had to come back up, both of them glowing triumphantly. "See, we can all play that game," said Diane. Her eyes told me long stories of frustration and yearning, and suddenly, as though she realized I knew what was going through her head, she got out of the pool and told us she felt dizzy. "I have to go lie down for a while. Don't do anything I wouldn't do now, Jean." She meant it, too. The last sentence was a cold slash that snapped the girl out of the sun-and-whiskey-induced euphoria.
"She's getting crazier every day," Jean told me when her mother had gone into the house.
"Why doesn't she do something about it?" I asked. "She's a very attractive woman, surely she could arrange an affair for herself."
"Oh, you know how it is, she's suffering from ancient inhibitions. The nuns educated her to believe that adulteresses would end up hanging from meat hooks."
"Well, I'm glad you don't suffer from the same inhibitions," I said with a grin. "That was great what you did last night."
"Last night? What did I do?" She turned pale under her tan and her eyes bored deep into mine as if to extricate the truth from my soul.
"You don't remember?"
"John, believe me, I didn't do anything last night At least, not as far as I know. But ever since I was little I've had trouble with sleepwalking ... OH, John, please! Tell me what I did!"
"Sleepwalking! Come on, baby, that's really stretching the truth," I said. "How could anyone ... " But I saw that she was sincere and quite frightened by what she might have done. "Ah, forget it. I'm feeling a bit dizzy myself." I got out of the pool and ignored her pleas to tell her what had happened. How could I tell her she had rimmed me into a great big climax? Was a bit angry with myself for blowing it in the pool. The women had wanted me and all I'd had to do was deliver myself. Instead I got tied up in silly games. Fuck it! I walked upstairs with the towel .around my waist and was about to go into my room when I heard strange little sounds coming out of the master bedroom. I tiptoed over and peeked through the crack in the doorway. All I could see was Diane's face, and the anguished expression on it told me she was doing her utmost to get off.
I pushed the door a little further open and checked the rest of her. She lay on her back on the bed, naked, still wet, her hair spread like seaweed over the pillows, her eyes closed and mouth open. Her arms worked hard, I could see the muscles rippling, and when I looked in I saw she had one hand between her legs, the other caressing her breasts. My cock reared up with a whinny this time. I wanted to help, I wanted to fuck, and then she saw me and I thought I'd blown it again.
"Come in and close the door, John," she said hoarsely. "Sit down. I know I'm a bit drunk and that I'll probably regret this later ... but everything's topsy-turvy. Oh John, it's so nice to have a man in the house. My whole body feels revived or salvaged from the ruins, really. No, don't sit on the bed, I don't want you to get too close. There's a lot I have to work out before I could ever give myself to another man. Just sit over there and watch me. I'd be so thrilled if you watched me. I used to fantasize about that years ago, that you would sit right where you are and watch while I fingered my-self. Isn't that sick?"
"Not at all," I said. "I used to jerk off over you day and night."
"Did you? Show me how you did that." She propped herself up on a few pillows and watched as I removed the towel and took my cock in hand. It Was already hard so all I had to do was stroke a few times to give her an idea. Her eyes grew glassy with lust and the finger in between her cunt lips moved in short flurries, rubbing her clitoris until she gasped, and then her other hand squeezed her tits hard so that the flesh bulged out between her fingers. "Help me, John," she whispered. "I'm so tight. But don't make love to me, just help me."
I lay on the bed beside her and took over rubbing her clitoris. My finger rotated about in that wet, spongy, hairy pussy, finding the smooth inner flesh and zeroing in on the hard little button hidden Within its folds. Diane spread her legs wide and mauled her tits with both hands, sighing deeply as the waves of passion rushed through her. She asked me to beat myself off with my free hand, no mean feat, but by synchronizing the process I was able to beat off slowly on both fronts.
There we were, sister and brother-in-law, lying on my brother's bed and playing with each other's genitals like two naughty kids. I fulfilled long-dormant dreams for me, because this was precisely what I had wanted to do with her when I was fourteen and fucking was still beyond my imagination. The two of us were pals now, masturbating and having fun. And when she came to very womanly climaxes my cock got the full impact of her passion. Her hand pushed mine out of the way and seized my dick to start rubbing it good and hard. "Easy now, easy now, or I'll come all over your hand," I whispered urgently.
"I want you to, I want you to, oh John, please do!" She rolled over quickly and, jerking quick and hard the whole time, placed her lips over my knob. "Go on, John, come in me!" she said, and then she took most of my dick inside and waited for the gusher. She didn't have long to wait. That whole sex-soaked morning culminated in a rush of sperm that tore my knob open and blasted out to fill her mouth so forcefully that her cheeks billowed out. And Diane, coughing and spluttering a little, managed to suck up every drop of it, moaning, agonized, her body writhing and trembling, until with the full load stored aboard, she subsided along with me and we ended up lying in a limp embrace on the wet bed.
"Richard must never know about this," she said, getting up suddenly. "Promise you won't tell on me, John."
"I promise."
"And this must never happen again. You must think I'm awful!" She avoided looking at me as she stripped the wet bedclothes off the bed and replaced them.
"Tell me something, Diane," I said just to change the subject. "Is Jean really a sleepwalker?"
"Oh yes, she has it bad," said Diane, unaware of the implications.
"I see." I could hardly wait for night to fall again.
CHAPTER FOUR
The rest of that day was spent resting. At least, I rested. Diane made herself busy around the house and Jean went up to her room to study. Tazu called me that afternoon and said she was working on Chuck, but that he was too insensitive to notice. She promised to keep on trying, and she also, mentioned that she was trying to talk him into getting a portrait of her painted. "In which case you'd be my choice to do it," she said with a lewd laugh.
Just talking with her on the phone made me yearn for her. I tried not to think of her too much but in the end I had to blot my mind out with a good stiff dose of television. I lounged about in the living room wearing only a pair of shorts and sandals, and watched soap operas, feeling very much at home. The women on television were almost as uninteresting to me as their lives, but I rested my eyes and ears on them until my brain had calmed down. Cindy and Lora came home and changed into their swim suits to take a dip in the pool. Lithe young bodies and pert little buns, unconscious grace, and when they stepped out in the sun their blonde hair turned to gold. I watched them as if from a great distance, as if they were two exotic tropical fish diving and splashing and giggling in the pool. Surrounded by pussy, my favorite position in this life.
"Do you want anything, John? You look so bored," said Diane. She had taken a break from her chores and sat next to me to see what was happening on television. "Oh, you're watching the soaps? I didn't think artists were interested in women's stories."
"On the contrary," I said. "And let me explain why there's nothing as interesting as women's stories. They all contain great dollops of pussy. So I sit here and look at those televised females and I know that under the mascara and the hair spray and the latest fashions, the girdles and bras and panties, there are naked women pulsing with life. Men's stories on the other hand contain nothing but cock and balls, and I've got enough of them. But look at those women on the tube, all of them pretending they don't have tits or ass, can't you see how erotic that is? I know deep down that they get on their backs for certain men and allow themselves to be savaged and ravaged just as often as its offered. Yet a few hours later they can look antiseptic and innocent. Amazing!"
"You're a very strange person," said Diane, but she looked at the actors more closely as if to see what I'd been seeing. "A real sensualist. You frighten me a little, John, it's like you're too much for me to take in one hit. Does that sound peculiar?"
"Actually ... yes," I said.
"I can't help it." She fled into the kitchen. I grinned when I heard the clatter of dropped pans and cutlery. The fruit was ripening fast, almost ready to pick, I could be patient until then. Lora came into the room with her towel wrapped about her wet hair, and her sister followed. My cock stirred restlessly. Ordinarily little girls didn't affect me too much. They were inept and scared of everything. But little Lora had a look about her that indicated she wasn't totally unaware of what she had in her bikini. Her sister trailed upstairs behind her. When they were in their room I checked to see that Jean and Diane were engaged elsewhere, and then I snuck up the stairs, too. The bedroom door was closed but I wanted to check for peepholes first anyway. I went into my room and walked into the closet, which protruded into the girls' bedroom. Clothes and boxes were in the way, but it didn't take much to move them. I closed the closet door behind myself and checked for holes or cracks-and found a nice big round hole that looked right into the girls' room. This hole had been put in very deliberately, it was placed perfectly, and someone in this house had put it there-but who? I thought of Jean and her picture books of little black lesbians, but that seemed far-fetched.
Whoever had done it, I was grateful. I peered through and saw Cindy and Lora standing in between the two beds, talking about something and absently drying their hair with the big towels. They still had on their bikinis but it wouldn't be long before they'd change, and in preparation for that event I pulled out my dick and toyed with it until it was good and hard. I could hear what they were saying but it was inconsequential prattle about school and boys. "Come on, girls," I said under my breath. My excitement mounted by the second. Voyeurism had always been one of my favorite pastimes.
Lora took her halter off and turned her back on me before I could get a look at her. Then Cindy took off her bikini and let me see her body in all its diminutive glory. Small bumps raised her nipples, pink and big, and there was virtually no change in her body as it went from her chest to her belly. But down there the changes were obvious. A little blonde down grew on her pubic mound, enough to qualify her for puberty but not enough to conceal the enticing fold of her cuntal flesh. I could see the beginning of her slit, a sudden depression that narrowed into a line which ran right down in between her legs. My mouth watered at the idea of eating that smooth, fat little cunt, of parting the tightly wedged lips with my tongue and eating into her tight hole while the little girl experienced real pleasure for the first time in her life!
Then Lora took off her bikini bottom and turned around. That one year in age certainly made a lot of difference. Two firm little tits stuck out from her chest, two handsful with pink nipples, and when she walked those two mounds hardly quivered. Little green apples, I thought, and swallowed the saliva that Suddenly filled my mouth. She had more hair, too, blonde and fluffy, still wet from her dip and lying flush against the contours of her cunt. She came very close to the spy hole and for a moment I worried that she had heard me entering the closet. But no, she just got a dry towel from a dresser and returned to where her younger sister was standing. Her buns moved smoothly, two bundles of muscle, flesh, and flawless white skin that contrasted starkly with the brownness of the rest of her body. Where Cindy looked somewhat boyish, Lora was already on the verge of turning into a woman. Pretty soon those tits would grow into squeezable melons, her ass would bulge fleshly, and pubic hair would grow more wildly. But until then she was still tender and a little awkward, ill at ease with her new assets.
"Do you want to play?" I heard her ask her sister. Cindy pulled a face and said she'd rather not ... "Oh come on, we'll just play for a little while," said Lora. A penile premonition told me to keep on watching. The younger girl frowned and kept on drying her hair with vigorous strokes, which Lora took to be consent. She sat on the bed next to her sister and began to rub her nipples softly with a single finger. "There, isn't that nice? You know you like it," she said.
"Sure I like it," said Cindy. "But we always have to play when you want to, never when I want to. I don't think that's fair."
"Next time you want to, I'll play with you," promised Lora. She leaned closer and rubbed her sister's breasts a little more firmly. "Do it to me now."
"Wait a minute!" The little blonde sounded irritated and kept on drying her hair even though it had to be dry by this time. Lora thought so, too. She ripped the towel out of Cindy's hands and threw it across the room. "There you go bullying me again!" Cindy said.
"You're just being a bitch today, that's all," said Lora. "Now play or I'll hit you."
"Oh boy!" sighed Cindy, and she started to fondle her sister's little tits with all the finesse of a cowboy. "You just wait till I'm bigger than you, then you won't treat me this way."
"Come on, let's not fight." Lora's voice was soft and persuasive suddenly. "We're sisters, we're each other's best friend, and we love each other, don't we?"
"I guess so," sighed Cindy. Their hands rubbed at their breasts with more feeling now, and the frowns faded away. And as the girls warmed to each other I warmed to them. To see their pre-adolescent groping was enough to make me want to fuck that hole in the wall! I dropped my shorts and stood in the dark closet stark naked, beating off in time with their inchoate lovemaking.
"Ohhhh that's nice," said Lora, lying back and letting her sister caress her little green apples. "Kiss them, Cindy, that makes me squirm all over. Ooooowwwwweeee!! Do you get like that? It goes right down to between my legs when you suck at them like that."
"Yeah, I know," said Cindy. She was on all fours, her face down on her sister's chest, her ass facing me, and the sight of that full little bald pussy bulging out from between her thighs made my head spin! I would never have imagined that Richard's kids would turn out like this. What was going on in this house, anyway? It was as though none of the women had any faith in men. Diane was scared of going to the limit with me, Jean had her porno books with pictures of girls, and now Cindy and Lora had somehow learned to satisfy their youthful stirrings without recourse to anyone else. If ever a household needed a rise in its phallic consciousness, it was this one!
But I would attend to that later. For the time being I was more than content to stand in that dark, sweaty closet, tugging at my aching cock and watching the loving little girls. They were lying side by side now and just brushing each other's nipples with their fingernails, cooing and writhing, their legs entwined," their pussies pointing at me and flexing open and shut as if they were deliberately trying to drive me crazy. Little sighs and moans reached my ears, and then, when their hands moved down between each other's legs, little gasps of ecstasy mingled in. Masturbating each other, kissing wetly, rubbing their chests together, the girls brought each other to a swift climax, and then fell apart with sighs of relief.
"Wow, that was nice," said Lora, and a blotch of white appeared on the wall of the closet as I shot my load; The situation had been defused and I stumbled out of the closet in a lather of sweat, my brain working like a turtle lying on its back. A shower helped to clear my head but even when I was back down in the living room watching the soaps those little girls stayed on my mind.
"Where have you two been?" asked Diane when the girls came down.
"Just up in our room," they answered, and Lora added: "It was so hot we had to take a little nap."
I took up my sketch pad and tried to draw anything but the scene I had witnessed. But it kept emerging from the random lines I had made on the virgin paper, the two little girls wrapped up in each other, kissing and fingering, knowing that they were being naughty and loving it. Eventually the whole thing came out on paper, quickly, sketchily, soften by chiaroscuro, obscured by too many lines, but unmistakably Cindy and Lora. Just for the hell of it I called Lora over and showed her the drawing. It took her a minute to get past her incredulity, and then she turned pale.
"How ... when ... who ... " she stammered. And then she tore the page from my book and crumpled it up. "You spied on us!" she hissed.
"No, I'm just psychic," I said with a wink. "I just had this vision of you and Cindy, and I drew it. Funny, isn't it?"
"Very funny, Uncle John." She took the crumpled drawing and disposed of it by flushing it down the toilet. By the time she came back I had a better one on the next page. Then she understood what-I was trying to tell her. "Okay, you keep it to yourself and I'll do you a good turn one day," she said curtly. What a precocious girl she was. "Like, for instance, I won't say anything about Jean's sleepwalking to Daddy."
Now it was my turn to get flustered. "Very smart," I said, trying to keep the quaver out of my voice.
"Yes, I know." She went back out on the patio but I called her back and informed her that it was her word against mine and that a picture spoke louder than words. That gave her food for thought. She nodded as if to concede the point and sat next to me, pretending to watch television. I kept looking at her and trying to connect this girl with the naked one I had seen earlier fingering her little sister and jerking her loins in response to her sister's rubbing. But now she was cross and aloof.
"Hey, don't be mad at me," I said. "I wouldn't force you to do anything against your will. But if you're curious; then let me know."
"If I'm curious?" She looked at me strangely for a second and then she smiled and nodded.
"I just might take you up on that."
"What's going on here?" asked Diane. "You two look like you're planning a conspiracy."
"No, just talking about the TV show, Ma," said Lora casually. She moved a foot or so away from me and turned her attention to the screen, leaving me to contemplate the prospect of her satisfying her curiosity with me. Precocious wasn't the word for this girl; she was a fully fledged woman in spite of her green-apple tits and her boyish ass. As for her little sister, she began to treat me more like an uncle when I made her sit still for her portrait. She was delighted with the likeness and by the fact that I had used some of my talent for the sake of immortalizing her, and she rewarded me with a little kiss on the cheek. Ah, if only she knew what wicked thoughts were going through my head all the time I was drawing her!
My brother put a damper on my fun by coming home for dinner. He sat at the head of the dining table and made conversation with us as best he could. But his life outside the house was spent with other lawyers, and he was so snarled up in his legal jargon and the ideas of his colleagues that he could hardly get anyone to listen to him. I did my best because I felt bad for him, but after a while I had to bow out as well.
But because he was my brother and I was concerned about him, I took him aside after dinner and told him I wanted to speak to him in private. We went into his den and sat down in deep easy chairs amid the cedar and teak and the glass-covered bookcases. "What is it, John?" he said, and I knew he was expecting a request for money or for more of his hospitality.
"I was just wondering how much time every week you devote to your job," I said, and that took him aback a little. "You've got a great home and a great family here, Rich, but it's as though you're a stranger to it all. That's not very healthy as far as I can see."
"Yes, I understand why you should see it that way," Richard said, carefully choosing his words. "The responsibilities that I've shouldered require a great deal from me, more than I can handle at times. And yet I struggle on so that this family may have the best of everything. Now if I were you, I'd try to emulate me."
"Yes, yes, of course you would. What I'm saying, though, is that you're avoiding the most important responsibility. Now tell me the truth, Richard, from one brother to another, how often do you and Diane make it?"
"Make it? You mean, love? Why, that's none of your business." A red flush flew up his cheeks, anger and embarrassment, and that was the answer I had expected.
"When was the last time you made love to her?" I persisted. "See if you can remember."
"This is ridiculous. I work twelve, sixteen hours a day sometimes, six days a week, I make as much money in a week as you make in a good year, and you, you of all people, criticize me for it?"
"Listen, most men work like dogs because they want to get away from their women," I said, sitting forward so that my face was close to his. "Don't you understand that yet? They'll tell you that they're working for their family and all that shit, but actually they're scared of their wives, they can't face the bottomless pit of their sexuality, and so they invent reasons to turn their backs to it. This would be a very different world if husbands accepted their responsibilities to their wives."
"What's the longest you've been with any woman?" he countered.
"I don't know, a year maybe."
"Then where do you get the gall from to talk to me about marital responsibilities? You don't know what it's like to be with the one woman for over twenty years. You can't know." And with that he stood up and left the den. I stayed there for a few minutes to get control over my anger. But then I thought: fuck him! I gave him a fair warning and he wouldn't listen. Now I intended to fuck every pussy in his household!
And as soon as I saw Lora I got to work on that project. She was still a little shy of me but I started to ask her about school, about her ambitions, girl things, and soon she was talking with me as though I was an old friend. Cindy sat on the other side of me and the rest of the family were on the patio, within earshot I couldn't tell her that I wanted her to come into my room later, nor could I determine at what sexual level she was. All I could do was feel my own desire for her rise each minute I was near her.
"Come sit with your Daddy, baby," Richard called out to his youngest, and the little blonde rushed over to sit on his lap. I noticed a frown on Lora's face but nothing was said. Now I lowered my voice to a whisper and asked her if she had ever made love with a man. Lora shook her head vigorously. Certainly not! Would she like to? No! Well, yes, some time in the future perhaps. Was she scared? No! Yes! I don't know. I could tell it was going to be a hard nut to crack.
"You worry about the first time, do you?" I asked. "I mean, do you lie awake at night and think what it will be like?"
"Yes, sometimes," she admitted, "My friend at school says it awful but every girl has to go through it."
"It doesn't have to be awful. I could show you everything without hurting you once. But," I said hastily, seeing that she was getting tense, "we don't have to. We could just ... play."
"Play?" Her eyes lit up, "You mean like Cindy and I play?"
"Exactly. Wouldn't you like to play with me?"
"It's scary but it might be fun," she said, thinking hard. "Okay, let's play tonight. You stay in your room and I'll visit when the others are asleep."
"Great idea," I said, and my cock agreed. How the evening dragged after that! Diane kept casting lecherous glances in my direction Jean threw quizzical ones, Richard pointedly ignored me and played up the family-man role as if to persuade me I was all wrong: but they were wasting their time. I was fixated on the lithe blonde girl for the evening, and bedtime couldn't come soon enough for me.
I finally went up to my room and watched television, at the same time keeping an ear on the movements of the family. They went to the bathroom, shuffled about the house, had a midnight snack, and irritated me with their tardiness, but at last the sounds stopped and a suburban peace fell over my brother's house. I checked to see what Cindy and Lora were doing through the peephole but their room was in darkness. Had she forgotten? I'd kill her if she let me down!
I needn't have worried. My door opened soundlessly and in came Lora, dressed in a knee-length nightie. She closed the door very carefully and held her finger to her lip to indicate that I should be silent. Then she sat on the bed and whispered: "We can't play too long because I'm tired."
"You don't look tired," I said.
"Well, I am." She looked away and I knew she was trying to dodge me.
"Okay. By the way, what is it between your father and Cindy? Every time I see them they're sitting together like lovers." My remark was calculated to sting her into changing her attitude, and my success almost overwhelmed me.
"Yes, aren't they?" she said in a low angry voice. "She's Daddy's girl and he's been crazy about her for years, ever since she was born. It makes me sick! I mean, I love Cindy, too, but I don't neglect other people for that reason, do I?"
"You certainly don't," I said, letting her embrace and kiss me.
"Is that how you kiss?" she asked after a valiant, breathless attempt.
"Let me show you how." I took her into my arms and pressed my lips to her very softly, barely touching her at first but moving my mouth from side to side to prepare her for the more torrid kisses to come. She was tense and her lips were clamped shut. But after a few minutes of light titillation she loosened up slightly and even began to kiss back. I kissed her more firmly and held her by both arms, pushing her back to lie down and lying so that only my face and hands touched her. "That's how," I said, kissing her nose and eyebrows, "and then you go a little further." I moved my lips against hers to part them, and then the tip of my tongue snuck in between them to run over her teeth. The little girl shuddered and sighed, and her mouth opened wider.
My tongue moved right in, exploring her warm, wet mouth and running along her tongue and palate. She had trouble breathing, sucking up air noisily through her nose, doing everything to prevent having to interrupt me; but at last she had to back off to get her breath. "Wow! That's really fun," she said, her eyes shining. She looked so much like her mother at eighteen that I lost track of my own age. Those big blue eyes and the long lashes, the willful, sensual mouth, her cheekbones and taut facial skin, the spitting image! And the same frantic, adolescent feelings that had once obsessed me now came back in a rush. I took her face between my hands and kissed, her deeply, my tongue provoking hers to come out and fight, exchanging saliva and breath, merging like veteran lovers.
Now I let my hand slide down the flannel of her nightie and come to rest on her small, firm breasts. Hard flesh bearing hard nipples, but squeezable just the same, and so sensitive that it was like plucking an overwrought guitar string. The moment I squeezed her her mouth opened wide and she let out a tiny groan that incited me to kiss her even harder. This was the kind of playing for which I lived. I couldn't move her nightie out of the way without going further than was wise for the moment, so I had to content myself with flannel-covered flesh. But her reactions were exciting enough to keep my blood hot.
"Let me see your thing," she said suddenly, pulling away from me. "I've heard so much about that but I've never seen it properly."
"What do you mean, properly?"
"Oh, you know, I've seen Daddy's now and then but I couldn't ask him to let me inspect it." She giggled at the idea and made a grab for my crotch. But I told her to wait a little while. I wanted her to be out of her head before I flashed my hard eight inches. No use scaring her off.
"Just let me play for a bit longer," I said, caressing her head and pecking her face, "and then you'll see everything." She nodded weakly, clinging to me as though she was drowning. I kissed her and rubbed her firm little tits, and then I found a zip down the back of her nightie. I opened it and drew the nightie down over her shoulders, and when I got my mouth on her nipples she turned to putty in my hands. She groaned and moaned, her body wracked with sudden tremors and violent shakes that she tried to stop but couldn't. My tongue circled her nipples, my lips pursed around them and tugged at the pink bullets, but I got the best results when I sucked her flesh into my mouth and chafed it against the edges of my teeth. That's when her body arched upward and her arms grabbed me around my neck and held my face down on her chest with all her strength.
"Oh my God!" she groaned, her head rolling from side to side in helpless ecstasy. "I've never played like this, Uncle John. How do you know all these things? Ooooohhhhh yessss, that's so nice, so nice! Don't stop now, please!"
"You can bet on it," I said, pushing her nightie down until it was folded around her waist. My hands gripped her sides just below her armpits and my mouth went from one nipple to the other, tugging at them, nibbling at them, playing her tits until she crooned a tune of pure pleasure. But I was also eager to move down to that blonde little pussy so I could really get a bite to eat. While I sucked on her tits I kept pushing her nightie out of the way and glancing downward to see what progress I was making ...
"Let me see it," she begged, grabbing at my dick again, but I eluded her by dragging her nightie down her hips and sliding into place with my face on her belly. That stopped her. She lay perfectly still and waited as I took her nightie right off. The firmness and flawlessness of her body awed me for a moment. No mottles, no excess thigh, just smooth flesh forming the perfect teen-age body; a little lean here and there, but that only made her pussy all the more succulent. In the soft light her hair was golden and fluffy, her face angelic, but now I could see her cunt and everything had to be seen from that angle. I parted her legs slowly and made myself comfortable between them. Now her pubic hair formed a halo over the mound and beyond that I saw her firm little tits sticking out to opposite sides, and her beautiful face looking down at me.
"Close your eyes now and think about nothing," I said. "Let me make you happy all over." She obeyed but her body remained tense, and when the tip of my tongue touched her cunt a shock ran through her as though I was electric. She affected me in much the same way. There was something so erotic about her youth and her innocence that routine procedures became exotic. How many pussies had I tongued in my time? But cunts like Cindy's came as one of life's unexpected bonuses. Once I had parted her downy hair her cunt pushed out at me like a pair of pouting lips, full, only slightly darker than the rest of her skin, and firmly closed. But it didn't take much to open her up. I ran my tongue along the slit and then parted it with one finger to reveal the pinkness below. Her inner labia were just developing, small rosy petals that came out like a small canopy above her cuntal entrance, and at the top of the canopy was a small knot of flesh that was as sensitive as her nipples to the touch.
I ran my tongue along every feature of her interior and she was groaning and writhing about like a woman trapped in a cosmic orgasm. A more experienced woman might have held back for the big ones, but Lora let it all hang out because she didn't know how else to respond. I loved her openness and her vulnerability, and I began to lick her just to make her get off some more, operating her cunt as though I was the captain and she was the ship. I settled in between her legs for the duration, more than happy to suck her teen-age pussy and watch her go through climactic contortions, but somewhere along the line she remembered how much she wanted to inspect my dick.
"Let me see it, Uncle John, I can't wait any longer," she moaned. I thought she was far enough gone to become acquainted with my weapon at this stage, so I took a break to slip out of my jeans. Lora sat up and gaped at it in disbelief. "I can't be that big!" she exclaimed, and she took it in both her hands as if to assure herself that she was seeing it as it really was. "Oh no, that's impossible. I'm so little!"
"You'd be surprised," I said. The finger I had in her cunt told me she was drying up fast.
"Impossible," she repeated. All the work I had done went for nothing once she had convinced herself that I would never fit inside her. I had to begin all over, kissing her face and lips, caressing her breasts, making soothing phrases up for her benefit, calming her the way a trainer might calm a panicking horse.
"There are bigger men than me in the world, baby," I said in between kisses and caresses, "and they're not being rejected by any woman. In fact they have a pretty good time of it because women like men to be big. That's the truth! Listen to your old uncle, he knows all about these things. Now just feel it and give it a little kiss. You'll see it's not so gigantic." She did her best, pressed a kiss on my glans, but the mere sight of it terrified her. I had to hold her firmly in my arms to stop her from running out of the room and I had to step up my fore-play to bring her back on my side. Luckily her nipples and pussy were super-sensitive and she was soon under my spell again, or else I might have blown it with her for good.
She avoided looking at my cock or touching it, and gave herself up to my caresses. I fingered her pussy until she was open enough to take my whole index finger up herself. She was wet again, hot again, and I was far from giving up on the hope that I might fuck her that night. I sucked her nipples and finger-fucked onward, ever onward, delighting in the sound of moisture sloshing about inside her pussy, the high-pitched sighs, and the way her fingers clamped into my flesh during those moments of ecstasy. That single finger pushing in and out of her pussy relaxed her cuntal muscles and made her so wet that it became possible to add another finger to it. She tightened up at first, but later took the bunched fingers with obvious pleasure. I went on fingering her but moved my face down to cunt level so I could suck on that little tuck of flesh down there, and I kept one hand on her tits to manipulate her nipples to her heart's content. Ah yes, she was mine again, putty in my hands, all I had to do was push her to the brink of her first grown-up orgasm and I'd be able to fuck her.
My cock was ready to dive into that tight, wet pussy. I had loosened her up enough and she was so wet that a big stain had formed under her ass, a stain which could prove embarrassing the next morning if someone came near enough to smell it. But that was a later worry. Her ill-modulated passions had her shaking and drooling and making far too much noise, and I began to move into place. My knob was a mere inch from her pussy, my fingers had moved out of the way and I held her by the buttocks to keep her legs wide open, and all that remained to be done was to thrust hard and deep. Lora was waiting for it, scared and eager, looking at my cock the way a half-convinced masochist regards a whip.
But everything was interrupted by the door opening. I froze, Lora froze, and we hardly dared to look around. Someone entered, closed the door, and two hands took hold of my shoulders and pushed me over on my back. A sigh of relief escaped me when I saw it was Jean. She was sleepwalking again, "Oh no!" whispered Lora, looking furious. "That crazy woman can't stay in bed for one single night! But we can't wake her, John, so we'll have to wait."
Jean knelt on the bed and took my stiff cock in her mouth, to suck on it with the same expertise she had shown the other night. I didn't know what to do. It was immensely pleasurable, but how much could I show of that when Lora was staring at me intently? I shrugged at her and looked apologetic, but the little girl kept staring as the sweat broke out of my brow and involuntary expressions of bliss .escaped me. Asleep Jean sucked cock better than most conscious practitioners of the art, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from enjoying it.
And because I was in such an overheated condition to begin with, it didn't take Jean long to bring me off. Sperm filled her mouth and dribbled from her lips back onto my belly. Lora came closer and watched silently. The sleepwalker sucked me dry and even licked up the cream she had spilled, then turned around and walked right out of the room.
"Well, I guess I'd better get some sleep," said Lora. She looked very disappointed and I knew approximately how she felt.
"Perhaps tomorrow?" I suggested.
"Perhaps."
CHAPTER FIVE
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!
CHAPTER SIX
"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.
CHAPTER SEVEN
We were sitting in the living room late that evening, me and the entire family, all of us watching television, and for the first time that day I began to unwind. Now and then my mind turned back to Tazu and then I felt a keen sense of loss. But those moments grew less frequent as the evening wore on. Lora -sat right next to me, close enough to let me know she had forgiven me for enjoying Jean's somnambular blow job so much. As it was late in the evening she had on her pajamas and a robe, but I could feel the warmth and litheness of her body through all those clothes; and what I couldn't feel I could easily imagine.
The others were absorbed in the made-for-television drama but Lora and I were far more interested in each other. Her hand stroked mine and she arranged her robe so that no one would see this small intimacy. Her blue eyes urged me to go further and I wondered if I dared to. I checked the others; it looked safe enough. My hand crept under her robe and pressed against the side of her leg. Lora lifted slightly and allowed me to get my hand right under one bun, far enough for one of my fingers to get to the split in between them. That finger became extra sensitive right away, picking up the puffiness of her pussy lips, the yielding entrance, and her asshole just behind, and Lora wriggled around a bit to get the full benefit of my hand. I couldn't believe we were doing this with her parents and two sisters present but the thrill was too great to back off. Lora thought so too. While the others leaned closer to follow the drama on TV she undid the cord on her pajamas and pulled them down very carefully, until her naked ass touched the palm of my hand. She sat down on it again but this time I didn't have to guess at which part was what. Her downy little cunt pressed against my fingers, her cheeks moved far enough apart for me to feel the impact of her asshole, and when I introduced a finger into her moist, tight hole she began to rock back and forth, back and forth, mesmerizing herself and me. The tender flesh of her inner pussy flexed around my finger, her juice collected in the palm of my hand, and when she began to jiggle her legs there was so much action going on that my fingers began to feel like cocks ready to blow!
We stayed like that for minutes oft end. Lora controlled her rocking very well to make it look as though she was just bored. But when the commercial break came on her father turned to her and snapped: "For Christ's sake, Lora, will you stop fidgeting!"
"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry." Lora pouted and Richard looked the other way. He hid Cindy sitting beside him on the big couch, leaning against him trustingly, her thumb in her mouth, her blonde hair in pigtails. She looked about five like that, but I recalled that scene between her and Lora, when she had acted more like a forty-five year old. Women were so deceptive, I thought. They could look like Cindy one minute and like Julie the next without feeling the strain.
As soon as the drama started up again, Lora took to rocking once more. My finger was right up her cunt now and my cock felt a deep longing to take its place. We were sitting off to one side of the room and Diane and Jean, who sat on the couch opposite ours, were on the verge of taking a nap. I considered the possibility of fucking her right in the room but dismissed it instantly. I was in enough trouble without that. Lora clutched at my hand with inhuman strength and rocked a little harder than was advisable. She'd be open to any suggestion at this stage.
"You really have a wonderful family, Rich," I told my brother. He looked surprised to hear me giving him a compliment but he took a second out from televiewing to thank me. "And I really like this girl here a lot," I went on. "My little favorite. Come on, sit on your uncle's lap like you used to in the old days." Richard smiled and shook his head, Diane looked up sleepily and promptly closed her eyes again, and Jean seemed to have drifted off already. Only Cindy was alert, I couldn't be sure but it certainly appeared as though she knew what was going on. When I hoisted Lora on my lap we both had to do some fast fumbling to get my cock out of my jeans and then to get her pussy over it without giving the game away. My cock stood up straight, she lowered her pajamas just a little bit more, and after lifting herself with both feet on the couch, she dropped herself slowly over the impaling monster. My head was turning from side to side, checking to see that the others weren't aware of our little game. It was hard for me to believe that we were actually doing this and that they were actually unaware of it.
But her pussy fitted itself over my cock snugly and slithered down the pole until her ass was hard against my pubic mound. I wrapped my arms about her and held her close, We couldn't move, of course, but it didn't make much difference. The motion of her muscles, those vaginal tics, and the sheer pleasure of being inside her body, were more than enough to escalate my passions in a vertical line. As for Lora, I expected her to blow her cool at any second. She trembled, clutched at me, and now and then a tiny moan escaped her, Cindy was watching us like a hawk. I was sweating with the suspense of it all.
Nothing mattered, though. Only the velvet and total caress of her cunt was important. "I'm going to come, Uncle John," she whispered into my ear, "and I don't know if I can do it silently. Everything feels so crazy inside me!"
"If it gets too bad get off me," I whispered back, "but don't do anything unless you absolutely have to."
"I won't! Oh Jesus, this feels good. You're so big inside me! She wriggled a little and almost caused me to blow.
"Look at your sister," said Richard during the next commercial break. "She's acting just like a baby, isn't she?" Cindy just nodded and gave us a sharp look. Again I was impressed by how much women knew and how little they admitted to knowing. The little blonde had watched us far too closely to miss out on any of the action; she was sure to have seen a glimpse of my cock as it reached for the sky, and she couldn't have missed seeing her sister's nakedness under the robe when Lora perched over me. But it was her secret and no matter how much she loved her daddy it would remain her secret-until it served her purpose to divulge it. I shuddered and returned my attention to the immobile fuck Lora and I were enjoying.
My embrace became tighter and I forced her down over me so that my cock impaled her all the more deeply. She moaned way in the back of her throat and rested her head on my shoulder while I kept pushing down on her and wiggling my dick about inside her tropical little cunt. The juice was streaming down, drowning my dick and seeping out, doubtlessly to create a nice big stain on my jeans. But that was a later worry. For the moment I just wanted to come in her, and the urgency of my lust told me there wasn't much time left. Lora was either crying or coming. In any case she had her head buried in my shoulder and she gripped my arm with all her strength. Suddenly a deep tremor ran through her that caused her pussy to twitch internally, not very hard but hard enough to provoke my dick to the point at which it had to let go its load. The cream bubbled out of my balls and rushed up the stalk to fly into her pussy, and for that excruciating period we were both frozen in the one position, gnashing our teeth, so tense and so hot that we wanted to scream! And then it was all over and we only wanted to go to sleep.
She lifted her ass off my lap surreptitiously and waited for me to tuck my cock back Into my jeans. When she heard the hiss of my zipper she moved off me, sat on her haunches on the couch, and quickly pulled her pajama pants back up. I checked my lap and saw the wet stain all around my fly, so I crossed my legs and lit a cigarette and; went on staring at the TV while my mind tried to figure out how long it would take to dry out. Lora excused herself and went up to the bathroom, Cindy had seen enough. She left her father's side and went upstairs, probably to talk with her sister.
"Well, that was a great show," said Richard. He got up, stretched, and asked if I wanted to join him in a drink. Diane and Jean yawned and slowly opened their eyes to make sure it was over. "It's refreshing to see a love story for once," he went on, "without all that hardcore stuff they dish out in the movies these days."
"Really?" My mind still wasn't functioning one hundred percent and the little thought I gave to his words made me wonder why he would say such a thing. "You don't like to see naked women on the screen?"
"No, it takes away all the mystery," said Richard crisply. He handed me my drink and resumed his seat on the couch. "Now that drama we just saw was, to my mind, erotic, and yet none of the actors took off as much as a sock or a shoe. That's what I call art."
"Isn't that strange," I remarked. "I can't get enough of nudity on the screen or off. If I had my way there'd be one channel that featured a wide-open pussy twenty four hours a day and nothing else."
"Well, different strokes," said Richard, thinking he was slick.
"No, it's not a matter of different folks requiring different strokes," I countered. "It's that some of us love pussy and others don't, and both factions have their problems. If you and I were normal we wouldn't even notice whether those actors had taken off their clothes or cracked their beavers."
"Here he goes, getting abstract again." Richard yawned, took a sip of his drink, and changed the subject, as abruptly as his wife was wont to do. "What are your plans now, John, or haven't you thought about that?"
"Why, are you in a hurry to get rid of me?"
"No, no, of course not, we're all delighted to have you here. But I do like to know what to expect.
"Listen, here's some money for my food and board," I said, taking the roll of fifty hundred-dollar bills out of my pocket and peeling a few of them off. "And when you want me to leave you just say so."
"Don't be ridiculous." He pushed the money back at me as though it didn't interest him at all So I picked it up and put it back in my pocket, much to his chagrin. "It's just that you and I are such different people, John. You've gone your way and I've gone mine, and I don't think we'll ever be reconciled to each other again."
"I'm reconciled to you," I shuddered. "What do I care how you make your money? All I want to do is take a break from real life, that's all."
Richard didn't like my answer nor my tone, but Diane said: "And you're very welcome to take as long a break as you want, John," after which he couldn't very well say anything. I checked the stain in my lap and found it had practically disappeared, so I said it was my bedtime. Diane gave me a little wave and Jean smiled drowsily. I made sure not to make too much noise going up the stairs, and as soon as I got into my room I walked into the closet and checked on Cindy and Lora through that convenient peephole. By this time I was sure Richard had drilled it himself and that he used it to spy on Cindy. They were too close even for a sugar daddy and daddy's girl. Perhaps he was more like me than even he suspected. I grinned and took a look. The girls were sitting on Lora's bed, hand in hand, talking earnestly. But their voices were too low for me to hear, and since it looked as if they'd be talking for a long time I retired to bed.
I turned to a blank leaf in my sketch pad and began to draw the scene at the pool, those four women frozen in various positions of shock and exposure, big-eyed, their breasts in motion, hands flying to cover their crotches and hair swinging to one side of their heads as they tumbled toward the pool. Beautiful! No wonder Richard's sensibilities had been-blunted. If I had to spend every day with four delicious women wouldn't I have to repress myself for the sake of the family? I felt as though I understood him a little better now, and the more I thought about the predicament he was in, the more sympathetic I became toward him. That peephole indicated that he hadn't entirely extinguished the fires. He had his dreams, and his dreams were much the same as those entertained by other men-young, supple, blonde schoolgirls, all of them worth their weight in gold!
I worked on the drawing without thinking much about it. The details fell into place one by one and my mind was only called upon when something wasn't too clear in my memory. For the rest of the time it thought about Richard, trying to fathom him for the first time, and the conclusions I came up with were surprisingly affectionate. Richard had no talent, only a good, plodding brain which he had used to make a lot of money. And money can buy a pretty blonde wife, a ranch house, and three lovely daughters, it buys the cars and color TVs and the pool, and presto! the American dream had been realized. But Richard couldn't be a part of it because he had to keep on working to maintain it. So he had devised more intense entertainments for himself, the kind that used up little time and were just dangerous enough to get the adrenaline moving. Spying on his little daughter, wishing he had the brute courage to make love to her without wanting to do it in real life. His fantasies about Cindy could carry him through those long, tedious days at the office, through cocktail parties, and past potential affairs. It worked out perfectly! Richard had conquered sex and its wasteful lures simply by allowing his incestuous longings some small outlet. The man was a genius! Either that, or he didn't know what he was doing, and could therefore only be called a fool.
I sighed and closed the sketch pad, put down my pencil, and closed my eyes for a few minutes. How did he feel about me? I got laid a lot and yet I had no responsibilities, I had money in my pocket but no ulcers, and I'd had more use of his pool in a few days than Richard had had in years! No wonder he wanted to get rid of me. Oh well, I'd go soon enough-just as soon as I had had Jean and her mother together! Could it be done? It'd be the ultimate combination.
"Uncle John?" Lora stood at the door, and when I looked up she checked the corridor to see if anyone could hear her. "Come to our room after everyone's in bed. Cindy and I have to talk with you."
"Okay, but you'd better be awake when I get there," I said. She nodded and disappeared, and I turned back to my drawings. I wondered what they wanted but didn't give it too much thought My thoughts had taken me into a very uncomfortable area. If I had a really good exhibition and made a lot of money from it, what would I do? Would I shove it in the bank and go on bumming around from one woman to the next? Or would I get a place of my own, marry the best woman I could find, and turn into another Richard? I could see myself with a paunch and an air-conditioned studio, and with students who were brown and free and turned my wife's head because they weren't me. The idea appalled me.
I was being silly. I pulled the wad out of my pocket and counted the bills over. There it was, the down payment on my just deserts. No, no, I would circumvent all the workings of fate, I'd stay single and keep right on poaching!
It was well after midnight when the last light went out. I was sitting next to the pool, staring at the shimmering surface. Jean's light was the last to go and I gave her half an hour to drop off to sleep. Then I threw away my cigarette and walked quietly up the stairs and entered Cindy's and Lora's bedroom. As soon as I had closed the door one of them turned on a small bed lamp and moved over to let me sit on her bed. Lora was wide awake, so was Cindy, and I wondered what was so important that it made them so alert.
"Cindy wants to play with you," said Lora. "She doesn't think it's right that we leave her out of the game and I don't think it's right either. Do you, Uncle John?"
"No ... no, I guess it isn't fair," I said, swallowing heavily. If I had been thinking clearly I could have seen this coming, but as it was the girls took me completely by surprise. "Er ... you've given this some thought, have you?"
"Oh, yes," said Cindy. "And then I saw you and Lora playing tonight and it didn't look so difficult. So I want you to show me."
"You realize your parents would kill me if they found the three of us playing together," I said cautiously. "I mean, this isn't a game an uncle is supposed to play with his nieces."
"We'll be quiet," said Cindy. She sat up in her bed, wearing her nightie, her hair still tied in pigtails. It seemed a shame to fuck a little girl like her and I wouldn't have if she hadn't been such a sexy morsel. Her tiny tits pushed at her nightie with impunity, two hard nipples on pitchers mounds, and her big blue eyes stared at me gravely. Did she understand what she was about to do? Well, why not, I thought, fifteen year old girls in other countries are married and have kids.
"Okay, let's all get on Lora's bed then," I said. "And take off that nightie, Cindy. You too, Lora. I want you sitting side by side, that's the way. Now both of you watch carefully." I stood at the end of the bed and took my sweatshirt off, unbuckled my belt, and let my jeans fall to the floor. My cock was swelling slightly at the sight of the two sisters and when I took it in my hand and began to rub it, the blood flowed in very quickly. "This is how a man gets himself hard," I said, "See how easy it is? All I do is stroke it and it stands up. But you can do this much better than I can. Show her, Lora."
Lora came over to the foot of the bed and sat right in front of me to take over. Her little hand formed a fist around my dick and she pumped up and down for a while, letting Cindy see exactly how it was done. The youngest tried her hand at it, too, very tentative at first, feeling my dick out before she began to rub it.
"Slower, slower," I said, "Now bend over and give it a little kiss. Don't be afraid, Cindy, it's all part of the game. Kiss the tip of it. There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She shook her head and licked her lips nervously. "Good, now try it again but kiss it with more passion, as if you really love it. Go on-No, let Lora show you." Lora looked very pleased to be assigned the role of assistant teacher. Even though her experience barely outstripped her sister's she went down on me with admirable verve. Her mouth opened wide and she swallowed my whole glans, holding it there until her sister had a chance to appreciate the feat. "Perfect," I said, trying to keep the strain out of my voice. "Now you try it, Cindy,"
"I don't know if-I can," said the girl, but she took my cock in both her hands, opened her mouth wide and did her best to take my knob inside. It wasn't easy for her but she wanted to learn the game and for that she was willing to try harder. She kept moving her open mouth back and forth along the surface of my glans, and in the process she was driving me crazy! Hot and cold storms ran from my cock to my belly, blood pulsed through my body with giant throbs, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing in her face right there and then!
"Very good!" I panted, withdrawing my cock quickly before it was too late. "Now let Lora show you how you lick and suck," Lora dutifully got down again and licked the full length and girth of my cock and sucked at my balls. But then it was Cindy's turn to try out, and when that little girl licked and sucked it was something else! I didn't know what made the difference. All I knew was that my cock became twice as hard and twice as vulnerable when her pink tongue flicked at my flesh and when her rosebud lips nibbled at my balls. I stood there on trembling legs and held her by the shoulders, watching that blonde, pigtailed head move about under my pubic hair, eating me with ingenuous zeal, and I had to go on to the next lesson quickly.
"Let's all lie down," I said quaveringly. "Ah, that's better. One on either side of me now. Now you two stroke my dick and I'll play with your little pussies."
"Oh, we do that too," said Cindy.
"Sssshhh!" said Lora angrily. I didn't say anything' but I remembered the way they played with each other only too well. Their little hands closed around my cock and I reached down for their pussies. I closed my eyes and just let the sensory details form a complete picture in my mind. Soft down stroked against my palms, a lot on Lora's pussy, very little on Cindy's. And then the silky smooth flesh welled up, parting, opening wide to admit my probing finger into the pink, moist valley. Two pussies clamped shut about my intruding fingertips and it felt as though I had plugged into two different sockets! Energy poured in through both fingers and accumulated in my cock. These girls weren't going to learn anything other than what premature ejaculation meant if this kept up.
"Now let go and just relax, I said, quickly moving out of range of their hands. The girls obeyed but I could tell that Cindy was wondering why the game kept changing so often. "Spread your legs and draw them back, that's good, just lie perfectly still and enjoy yourself." Cindy's almost hairless pussy drew me to it right away. Lora just couldn't compete with her younger sister but I didn't want her to know that. One hand went between Lora's legs and caressed her pudgy cunt, and my face moved in between Cindy's slender thighs. My eyes were an inch from her little cunt, and I drank in the sight of her white lips and the pink flesh bulging out from between them. How glorious cunt was! The petals Were just forming in between those full labia, budding and spreading out from that little button to shield her entrance. The lines were crisp and fresh, a brand new cunt, compact, the kind that would milk a man in a matter of minutes.
I moved forward that last inch and pressed a kiss to her cunt The little girl shivered and giggled, obviously enjoying the attention. My other hand had stroked Lora's cunt until it was nice and wet, and now a finger eased its way inside to move back and forth like a thin cock, That was more than enough for her. She closed her eyes and placed her hands on her breasts, squeezing them slowly in time with my finger-fucking, and that allowed me to concentrate on her sister. That pussy had to be initiated properly. Even though Lora had eaten it I felt there was much more to be done to it. I kissed her fiercely and let the tip of my tongue run up and down the split of her cunt, opening her up and tasting those sweet petals. There was no taste to speak of, not even when my tongue slipped into her tight hole and licked at her cuntal walls. The little girl lay back, alternately tense and relaxed, and with my free hand I caressed her hard nipples to help her along. Now she was getting the message. Those embarrassed giggles turned to whispered expressions of awe and her pussy grew tastier and juicier by the minute.
"Do me now," groaned Lora. "I like that too, you know."
"Wait a minute," I said, unable to tear away from the miniature cunt in my mouth.
"Please! This isn't fair! Lora complained.
"I'll do it to you," I heard Cindy say, and her voice was much calmer than I'd expected it would be. "Shift over." The older girl got up and squatted over her sister's face, lowering her pussy until it pressed into Cindy's mouth, and the tonguing began straight away. I looked up from my .work and saw that little pink tongue wagging about between Lora's lips and I saw Lora bend over in a sudden spasm of ecstasy, and then I knew I'd have to go all-out to keep up with the precocious fifteen-year-old.
I grabbed her outer lips with both thumbs and opened her up until her inner flesh was completely exposed. The tuck of flesh covering her clitoris was stretched out of the way and the tip of my tongue went for the naked button with a vengeance. I moved my tongue from side to side while my head moved up and down, I nibbled on it, breathed on, sucked on it, but the girl wouldn't be distracted from her sister for a second. Lora was moaning and shaking but Cindy and I just toiled. I began thrusting my tongue into her cunt hole and when that didn't have the desired effect I went a little lower down. My tongue rounded her asshole a few times and I waited for her response. Nothing. I licked at her anus and pushed at the yielding center. Her asshole opened reluctantly and I tasted her musky, cheesy flesh. Now she started to give way. She lifted Lora a little and looked at me from under her sister's ass, a worried look as if she didn't quite understand why I should want to do that. I kept it up, licking, pushing, fingering her clitoris while I regaled her asshole with the expertise gathered over twenty years of diligent loving.
My hands grabbed her tender little buttocks and mauled them, working her flesh in opposite directions so that her asshole would open right up. And once her sphincter was fully extended I was able to get my tongue right up her, licking, tickling, eating her out with my nose pressing into her yielding cunt hole. She stopped eating her sister, even though Lora tried to make her continue by jamming her pussy into Cindy's mouth. Cindy just pushed her aside and gazed down at me, still grave, still more curious than aroused, but definitely going places. I peeked up through her sparse bush at regular intervals to keep abreast of her progress, and I was far from displeased by the way it was going.
"What about me?" said Lora plaintively. "She's having all the fun and I'm sitting here on the shelf with nothing to do. Come on, Uncle John, be fair."
"Wait a minute!" hissed her younger sister. "You'll get your turn when he's ready, won't she, Uncle?" I nodded but kept my tongue up her asshole, pushing at her, nudging her pussy, working her over until my jaw muscles hurt too much to go on. But as soon as I moved back off her orifices Lora wanted me to attend to hers!
"Let me show Cindy first," I said, sitting on a volcano of temper. "You've had a private session but this is her first time, so it's not a matter of being fair or being unfair, is it?"
"If you don't I'm going to scream the house down," said Lora, and the determination that flashed in her eyes persuaded me to give in to her. She opened her legs, and when my face touched her cunt she grabbed the back of my head and held me down as though she wanted to drown me in her cunt juice. Cindy was far from happy about this turn of events. She wanted me to take her a little higher, mainly because she felt too restless to sit still. She complained that her body felt 'funny' and she had to keep touching herself to, stop her pussy from burning up. I reached out to assist her with a free hand, but she wanted my mouth.
"Why don't you oblige her?' I asked Lora. The older girl sighed and said all right, but she wasn't happy about it. Cindy parked on her face and promptly tried to feed her more of her asshole, but Lora wasn't having any of that. She licked the girl's pussy half-heartedly and only so long as nothing else was happening. But when my tongue lit her fire she neglected Cindy and surrendered to the passions I had instilled in her. It didn't make all that much difference which pussy I sucked on. Lora's was equally tasty, equally plump, and when I closed my eyes only the extra hair told me who it belonged to.
Cindy must have decided to practice the art of blowing a bit longer, because I felt wet lips close around my knob and her incredible little tongue sped around my flesh to take me to the edge of another crisis. It was barely possible for me to give Lora even a token licking at this rate, and my desperation inspired me. "I've got an idea," I said to Lora. "Why don't we take .Cindy the whole way and then she'll know the game, and after that you and I might have some peace, right?"
"All right, but hurry up," said the girl crossly. I pulled my cock out of Cindy's mouth just in time, gave myself a minute to recover, and then I instructed her to rub some baby oil on me. Her pussy was way too tight to take me with only her own fluid to pave the way, and I didn't want her screaming in pain or anything. And when Lora looked quizzical I gave her a conspiratorial wink as if to tell her that little girls needed baby oil but women didn't.
Cindy applied the oil evenly and then lay on her back as instructed. She was nervous but surprisingly eager. "You look just like Daddy," she said out of the blue, "except you're skinnier and you've got a lot more hair. But that doesn't matter," What didn't matter? I wondered. That I resembled him or that I was different? Her arms reached up for me and pulled me down, but I stayed on my knees long enough to direct my cock at her little pussy. The oiled tip moved right inside but the rest balked. "Just like Daddy," whispered Cindy. She didn't seem to feel any pain at all, so I pushed a bit harder and my cock inched its way into the cramped confines of her virgin hole. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she murmured, and her embrace tightened about me convulsively. "Ooooooohhhh Daddy, do it to me!"
I looked over at Lora but she hadn't heard her sister. She sat with her back against the headboard and masturbated vigorously as she watched my cock penetrate her sister's slit. Not far to go now. I drew back an inch and drove the rest of my shaft home, and for a moment Cindy gasped and choked. But she recovered and showered my face with kisses, all the while murmuring on about Daddy. I wasn't fucking her, my brother was! I was just doing it as a proxy! What the hell, I didn't care either way. My cock felt snug as a bug in a rug inside that pussy, and its path was greased by baby oil, blood, and fresh juice, making it so smooth that it was like getting a blow job from a toothless angel.
She was very small under me and fragile, and she didn't move very much at all. I kept my weight off her and just moved my dick in and out of her at the same steady pace, partly to maintain my own equilibrium, partly because I wanted to break her in easy. She looked me in the eyes the whole time but her eyes were glassy and her refrain of 'Daddy, Daddy, Daddy' showed that she was somewhere else altogether. She came with a tiny shriek and then the clouds cleared from her eyes. "Get off me!" she hissed, angry suddenly. "You're not him!"
"He's not who?" asked Lora, but Cindy just got off the bed and crawled into her own. That left me with a solid erection, and Lora had just the pussy to accommodate it. She was a bit sullen at first, but a few strokes got her into a better frame of mind and we began fucking like old partners. Now I abandoned the steady beat in favor of a hot and hard rhythm that had us both panting and writhing all over the bed. She muffled her cries of passion by pressing her face against my chest, and she wrapped her legs around my waist to get the maximum out of each stroke. As for me, I just let everything hang out. After being so concerned about Cindy I was much more inclined to be selfish, and so when I wanted to fuck hard that's what I did, and when I wanted to ease it in and out and experience the caress of her inner flesh, I slowed down. But my whims coincided with hers. Lora reached new heights that night, and the fucking wasn't over before she began to cling.
"Let's do it again tomorrow night," she said when we lay welded together by our sweat, my cock dripping its last into her pussy. "I love doing it with you, Uncle John, I want to do it all the time."
"We'll see," I said, rolling off her and reaching for a towel with which to catch the stream of cream running out of her. "Even I have to work now and then, you know."
"Hmph!" snorted Cindy, who'd been pretending to be asleep with her back turned to us. "That's a good one. Work! I heard Daddy say you don't know what work is."
"I'll tell him what work is," I said. "It's making a woman out of a girl." That went over her head but it shut her up.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A few days went by without a ripple of activity. It rained for much of the time and the girls spent a good part of the day either at school or studying for exams. Also Richard was home for two days with a cold, and his presence was enough to put the damper on anything I might have had planned. I didn't mind, though. The painting of the four women was on the way, and in the privacy of my room I worked on it whenever I had a moment.
It was while I sat staring at the painting one day that Jean knocked and asked if she could interrupt me for a few minutes. I motioned for her to come inside but kept her waiting while I figured out how to balance the chromatic correlations. "Let me jot something down," I said, lighting up a cigarette with the butt of the other one. "How do you like the painting so far?"
"That's us!" she exclaimed. "Was that what we looked like to you, Uncle John? Boy, I hope Daddy doesn't see that. He doesn't know we swim in the nude while he's at work."
"I'll just say it's artistic license. What's on your mind, Jean?"
"Well ... this is going to sound funny to you, me being a sexologist and all ... but I really need to talk with someone about this problem I'm having with my friend. And I can't talk about this with my mother, John, she just wouldn't be able to understand. I mean, she's very liberal and she'd want to understand-but how could she accept that I'm gay?"
"You are?"
"Yes, quite definitely," she said firmly. "I can tell you're not taking me seriously, but I've subjected myself to every test that can be devised and there's no getting around the facts. Ma doesn't know this and it really bothers me that I can't tell her. If I could I wouldn't have to waste your time with my problems. But I have to unload it somehow, and I know you're a man of the world."
"Go ahead, but first tell me how you know you're gay," I said.
"Because I tried to make love with a guy and I hated it," she answered, "whereas in boarding school I used to love going to bed with the other girls. Now I know that isn't conclusive, but I've been with more than one man, and none of them can make me feel anywhere near as good as the most inept girl I've known. Besides, it started so long ago. When I was ten my girl friend and I used to go into the attic and play with each other.
"When I was sent to boarding school I had no trouble getting along with the senior girls. They made me strip in their rooms and do all sorts of disgusting things to them, but I loved it. And when they realized they weren't punishing me by making me play with myself in full view of everyone they let me join their clique. We had some great times after lights-out and on afternoons set aside for sports when we'd all go into the woods and smoke cigarettes and swim in the nude." Jean sighed wistfully and I could tell she was right back at school, cavorting with her lewd little playmates.
"Yes, it's fun then and I can see why you'd be nostalgic," I said, "but you're twenty now and you're supposed to have outgrown that sort of stuff."
"Well that's just it!" she exclaimed. "When I started college this guy began to follow me around. He pestered me until I went out with him and after a few dates I got to like him, and I thought, right, this is the guy who's going to show me the other side of the coin. I'll never forget it ... in the back of his car, and I was so nervous that I couldn't get wet no matter how much he fingered me. Finally he put some cream on his dick and pushed it inside me. It hurt a lot and he was finished in no time."
"No wonder you don't like men," I said, "if you think he's the personification of manhood."
"Oh no, I know other men are much better lovers, John. I've read that and experienced it But you know something, no man can love a woman the way a woman can. Men are hairy and their flesh is knotted and hard; their passions peak suddenly and violently, they turn into savages for ten, fifteen minutes, and then they lose interest. It's not like that with women. We're soft all over, our sex is hidden and mysterious, and we flow with our passions, moving up and down like rolling waves, and once we get started there's no need to ever stop."
"I must admit it sounds ideal. Okay, so you're gay. So what?"
"That's the whole point. For the past couple of months I've been having a really hard time with my lover, Donna. She's a very dominating person and she's bisexual. She has a male friend, a big bruiser with the brain of a peanut, and she wants the three of us to sleep together. I don't think that's right but I don't want to make her angry, so all I do is postpone the moment. Either I'm having my period or its a yeast infection, anything to avoid letting that big lug touch me! At first I hoped she'd forget, but no such luck. Donna is really pushing the idea, and her dumb friend is after me for it, too. What can I do, John? It all seems so crazy to me!"
"You could leave her." I wasn't thinking too hard about her actual problem because I didn't believe she was gay. A girl who could blow as well as she did in her sleep was anything but female-orientated.
"No, she'd kill me-and I love her!" That last phrase was tacked on hurriedly, as though the oversight had alarmed her. "Some women are congenital lesbians and that's that. I'm one of them. The sight of a penis just appalls me." She shrugged and stared at the floor.
"It's strange that you should say that," I said, and then I told her exactly what she had done to me in her sleep. As she listened her eyes grew wider and wider, and at the end of my story she let out a sigh of disbelief.
"You're making it up! I know I sleepwalk sometimes but I'd never do anything like that!"
"Would you like me to produce a witness?"
"A witness?" She looked at me narrowly and shook her head. "You had a woman in the room with you when I entered?"
"That's right-Lora." I kept my face expressionless and observed her reactions closely. She went through a number of changes and finally she grabbed my cigarettes and lit one with trembling hands.
"This is all too much for me. Lora and you went to bed together? But she was a virgin, and besides, you're a blood relative! Oh boy, ever since you arrived this house has gone crazy."
"I don't think it's my doing but the score stands as follows: your mother has the hots for me, Cindy is fixated on her daddy and daddy reciprocates in his own repressed fashion. As if that isn't enough, Cindy doesn't find sex very interesting with men other than her father, but she and Lora make a great team. Lora, of course, enjoys sex now but she's very jealous, and I am now high up on her shitlist for paying more attention to Cindy than to her. Now you tell me you're gay, but you gave me the greatest blow job in the history of mankind the other night, and so I believe you've got more going for you than you suspect"
"Holy shit!" She lit another cigarette because she'd forgotten about the one between her lips. For several minutes she smoked one, then the other, too busy thinking to pay any attention to what she was doing. "I know about Ma. She's been trying to get into your bed ever since you arrived, and I can't say I blame her. Daddy's the classical case of an over-achiever who keeps no reserve for the bedroom. But my sisters ... Wow, that really is a surprise!"
"There's one consolation," I said flippantly. "You can do your doctoral thesis on your own family."
"Very funny. What are we going to do, though, Uncle? Do you have any ideas?"
"I don't have any about your sisters. I have a very specific one about your mother. Richard is a lost soul but I think he's more on the ball than most of us would think-and as for you, I have a good one! It seems to me you want to make love your way. Very well, you can do it your way as long as you call the shots."
"What do you mean?"
"You're with this woman because she makes love to you the way you like it; but you don't have to stay with her just because she has the recipe. You can go to bed with anyone if you're smart enough and get exactly what you want. All you have to do is tell them in one way or another. And who knows, maybe it'd cure your sleepwalking." She flushed deeply and thought it over for a few minutes. I let her take all the time she wanted.
"Theoretically, then, you could make me feel as good as my women friends,' she said hesitantly.
"In practice, too."
And late that evening she came back to my room. I'd been expecting her and when she walked in I asked her if she was asleep. "No, I'm wide awake this time, John," she said nervously. She sat on the bed and tried to compose herself. "I want to see if you can do it," she said, and with that she moved toward me and I took her into my arms. Even though I had hardly been starved for sex over the past few months, her presence thrilled and aroused me instantly. I'd often glanced at her big rounded ass and those beautifully shaped breasts, and just as often I had wondered what the rest of her was like to caress and fondle. Our brief encounter in the pool had merely whetted my appetite. Now I intended to satisfy it. The fact that Diane wasn't there didn't bother me for a moment. I would get the two of them together somehow-later. For now I wanted only to please my oldest niece.
I kissed her gently and pressed her to me, taking care not to force her. She was trembling and tense, and the smallest slip would make her bolt. Her dark hair caressed my face, her soft lips brushed past mine, and the softness of her body brought a new kind of hardness to my cock. It was hard to lay back when all I wanted to do was rape! But she was my niece and I owed her an extra effort. "You're very lovely," I said softly as I went on kissing her face. "Any man you want you can have, you know that, don't you?"
"You're just saying that," she demurred but she inclined more toward me. I cuddled her like a baby and kissed her hair and neck, and an impartial observer wouldn't have seen much wrong in what this uncle was doing to his brother's daughter. But my intentions grew more evil by the second. Her heaving breasts, that little jelly belly, and those big firm cheeks stretching out the seat of her jeans, those were the features that made my cock throb. And then she looked so much like her mother physically, that same generous flesh, the same easy curves. My hands glided over the contours of her body and she stiffened at once.
"Take it easy," I said. "We've got all night, lots of time in which to acquaint ourselves with each other." She nodded and moved so that she had her back to me and rested in my arms much in the way one sits in an easy chair. My arms were folded over her breasts but I couldn't get my hands on them without making a definite move, and so I sat there trapped by my own friendliness. Minutes slipped by. She snuggled up against me and closed her eyes. I was starting to get bored and I felt sure she was dropping off to sleep. But to make a move would mean to break the spell. I fought my irritation back and turned off the light. If she wanted to sleep on it, that's what we would do.
In the dark I brought her around to face me and now our loins pressed together. But she breathed regularly and her legs moved convulsively now and then, a sure sign that she was falling asleep. Maybe it was better that way. She was a lot hotter asleep than awake. So I waited, taking advantage of her unconsciousness to caress her full body and finding myself enjoying this semi-necrophiliac exercise. She didn't respond at all but I stroked her breasts and ass and became very hard.
She had on jeans and a blouse, and when I unbuttoned her top she didn't stir. I caressed the taut globes of flesh bulging out of her bra cups with a single finger, letting it skate about there until I was sure she was fast asleep. Then I took her blouse right off, working slowly and carefully, and unsnapped her bra. I had to go by touch alone but that was plenty for me. I took her breasts in both hands and kneaded them purely for my own pleasure. Her flesh was resilient and springy, the kind that made me want to squeeze her tits right off, and her nipples were high up on the mounds. I stroked both of them into hardness and paused briefly to take off my clothes.
I hadn't been this excited in days! Jean snored softly and lay on her back, allowing me to kiss and fondle her tits to my heart's content. But even as I reveled in her flesh my hands were already working on her jeans, and when they were undone I eased them over her hips and down her legs. Now we were both naked in the dark. It seemed ironic to me that the sleepwalking lover should get her reward while she herself slept.
I moved in between her legs and ran the tips of my fingers along her hairy triangle, teasing myself into lusting for her cunt. It was right under that hairy pelt, passive, innocent, and I could do what I wanted with it! I felt like a kid let loose in a candy store. My hand brushed aside her hair and the index finger moved in to touch the split in her flesh. I held it there and waited for a reaction. A lot of women tended to cover their pussies if touched there in their sleep. Not Jean. She sighed in her sleep, smacked her lips faintly, and resumed her steady breathing. My finger pushed in deeper, plumbing her pussy and looking for moisture. She was a little moist but far from wet. I knew how to fix that.
My legs were half off the bed by the time I got settled between her thighs and I had to hang on to her ass to stop myself from sliding off altogether, but it was the ideal position in which to bring moisture to her innards. My tongue flicked out and ran over the curve of her cunt flesh. It only needed a slight push to dip into her honey pot, and I picked up enough of a taste to give me a yearning for more. Jean mightn't know it but she was a fully qualified woman.
I gave my tongue a free rein and it slithered about between her lips, digging in, tracking down her clitoris and working it over, sipping her juice, and circling her pussy. She was getting wetter by the minute and that was all the incentive I needed to keep going. But I did want to see her at this stage. I had tasted and touched to the limit; it was time to shed some light on the subject The faint light I turned on let me see the lot, but it also made her groan, frown, and turn over onto her belly.
That stymied me but only for a second. Her big ass lay before me, two big patties of soft flesh, and when I began to kiss her there I found as much pleasure in that as in any other activity. I kissed her ass all over, but then gravitated toward the magic split, my tongue working hard, my face pushing down on it so that her cheeks parted and I was able to get at her sweaty valley. All I had to do then was slide my hands under her thighs and lift her an inch or so off the bed, and there it was, her cunt in all its glory.
I went down on her and stayed down, sucking at those pink petals and slurping up her juice. A lot of it came down for some reason and not a drop of it went wasted. Her pussy was beautiful from my point of view, bursting out from its hairy borders like a sunrise, all pink and gleaming and folded so as to protect her interior. But my tongue slipped past the barrier and lolled about inside her silk-walled cave, tasting the strong mixture of flavors in there and satisfying strange, primitive demands in me. I burrowed into her cunt, nuzzled her asshole, fingered her flesh, and lost myself in the plenitude of her body. Whether the girl was still asleep or not was a matter of indifference to me; her body was my sole concern.
The moment had come to polish off this passive dish of female delights. I moved up and rested my belly on her ass, using it as a guide for my stiff cock. The tip of it touched her wet, hairy maw and her flesh offered no resistance at all. I had eaten her so thoroughly that my spit alone would have been enough of a lubricant. But in her sleep she had managed to secrete enough juice to drench her pubic hair. Soft, slithering flaps of flesh wrapped around my cock and rubbed it the right way, and I let it inch in very leisurely. In the dim light her back took on a sensual luster, her hair spread about her head like a chestnut halo, and the sensation of her billowing cheeks against my belly made me want to pillage her pussy, but I stuck to the same easy pace.
"What's happening?" she said sleepily. She turned around to see who I was, and as the sleep disappeared from her eyes she realized what I was doing to her. "Oh no! Uncle John, you're not ... You're doing it to me! How could you! That's just not fair!"
"Sssshhhhh," I said. "Don't wake me up, I'm sleepwalking."
"That's not funny," she said, but she smiled in spite of herself. A little while later she saw more than humor in the situation. "You know, that feels rather good," she said, shifting a little to make me more comfortable inside her. "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Half an hour, an hour maybe," I said, working my cock in and out at a snail's pace, "And I've spent every, minute of it making love to you. I stripped you and kissed you all over, I've eaten you till it hurt my face, and you've been terrific all the way through. I never saw such a beautiful cunt, such great tits, and talk about a woman getting wet! Wow, you must have been storing all that juice up for years!"
"Oh don't talk like that!" she exclaimed, shivering briefly. "It makes me feel so weird. Did you really do all those things, John? Did you take advantage of me?"
"Did I ever. You taste great, too. Anyway, I know you didn't sleep all the way through it No girl can resist a tongue in her pussy. Tell the truth, you could feel me sucking the nectar out of you, couldn't you ?"
"I swear I didn't Oooooaaaaahhhh, oh that feels strange! You're so big inside me, Uncle John, but so gentle. Did you think I was terrible for falling asleep on you? I couldn't help it, you know, you made me feel so relaxed. But I don't feel like that now! Oh dear, what is going on down there!"
"Nothing at all. Now lie still and let your uncle take you to the peaks. How does it feel to have your breasts fondled? Do you like me to tickle your clitoris? You let me know and I'll do it For tonight I'm your sexual smorgasbord."
She shivered again but remained silent as I played with her breasts and stroked her rounded buns. Her face was buried in the pillow and her arms were wrapped around it, but the rest of her body was actively engaged in fucking. She kept her ass up and moved it whenever she wanted my cock to come in from one side or the other. And when I grabbed her tits she made room for my hands. "Lift up higher," I whispered. "I want them to dangle down!" She obeyed at once and her tits came to rest in the palms of my hands, loose but firm, soft but solid. Jean was on all fours now and I rested my torso on her back so I could play with her tits and fuck her at the same time. My cock was a piston, sliding in and out without much ado. But those tits got the full treatment. I cupped them, squeezed them, pinched the nipples, and she responded beautifully.
"It's so nice," she quivered. "Push it in deeper, John! You fit me so perfectly!" I released her tits and reached down around her, groping about in her wet, warm bush while my back worked to shove my cock in harder and faster. Now we were getting somewhere! She began to shake and twitch in response to all that was happening in her cunt. "Yes, that's good," she whispered hoarsely. "Do it harder now, I want to see what that's like. Be a savage, John, fuck me!"
"Leave it to me," I said with a grin, and at that I pulled my cock almost out of her cunt, paused for a split second, and rammed it up her with so much force that she collapsed and fell forward. I hadn't expected that, and my cock was left out in the cold for as long as it took her to scramble back up. She turned around to see where my cock was in relation to her cunt and quickly screwed herself back on so I could take up fucking again. The next thrust was expected. She took it with a grunt, and the others that followed bounced off her without her giving an inch. Now I began to earn my keep. The urge to blow had to be overcome each time; my cock had to stay hard and true, and my beat had to be constant-at least until she came for the first time. She wasn't far from it Her breathing was erratic and shallow, sometimes her inhalations sounded a little hysterical, and her moans grew louder by the minute, My cock pounded at her insistently and my hands rubbed her cunt and tweaked her clitoris.
"Oh God, this can't be true," she groaned, bucking under me and struggling to stay in position. "No one ever made me feel this way, John, only you. I love what you're doing, I love you, harder John, harder, I can't get enough! Oh my goodness, listen to my box, I've never been so wet! Slow down for a minute, just let me get a breath of air ... Ah, that's enough, let's go!"
I leaned back and watched my cock take running jumps into her sloshing pussy. My hands rested on her quivering buttocks and my back hurt. It had been going on for too long. Jean was just scaling the heights; I could have climbed Mt. Everest three times over in the same period. And so my mind wandered away, back to Tazu and all her delicious ways of making me feel great, to Julie, to all the women in my past who had enjoyed giving as much as taking. There Were two types of females in this world, I thought, girls and women. Girls took because they didn't know how to give. And women were able to give as well as take in the right doses, letting their men ride the range when they felt virile, indulging them when they felt wrung out. Women knew that they got more out of sex than men ever could, and so they shared their climaxes with the men who had produced them. Women sprang surprises when they were welcome, and set sex aside when their men couldn't make it. But girls! I couldn't for the life of me understand why men lusted after girls, even though those lusting men included me. It was like putting money into a bottomless pit rather than a bank account. I looked at Jean under me and wondered why it was such a big deal to fuck her. She was a learner, a tight pussy, nothing more.
Some anger mixed with my lust to produce a passion, and that moved me to fuck harder, less considerately. Jean was too far gone to notice. She bucked under me, moaned and sighed, cooed and carried on, and I went for broke. That felt better, slamming my dick into her, grabbing hold of her tits as though they were reins, slamming my dick deep into her wet cunt and listening to the deep slurps when I withdrew. Fuck all girls, I thought, fuck them right where it feels best. I squeezed her cheeks together and put pressure on my dick, enough to take me over the crest and right into an explosive climax.
I stayed hunched over her for a minute and then I eased my dick out and lay flat on my back. "Light me a cigarette," I said. Jean hurried to accommodate me, and when I had filled my lungs with smoke I looked over at her and asked how she liked it.
"Terrific," she said without reservation. "I think I can make that threesome now, and it's all because you got me past the barriers. Thanks, Uncle John, you're the greatest."
"So they say," I said, and suddenly I wanted to get out of my brother's house. I didn't belong here, these women weren't my kind, the rooms were wrong, the interior decoration vulgar. It was time to go.
CHAPTER NINE
I arranged to leave by a Saturday afternoon flight. Destination: New York! I needed a good dose of squalor after my pastoral and suburban idylls and New York had never failed to bring me back to earth. Richard was happy to hear of, my departure plans but he did his best to hide it. "If ever you get in trouble let me know," he told me. "I'll always back you up."
That wasn't exactly an open invitation to come back and see them, but it was the friendliest gesture he'd made toward me in his life, and I appreciated it for that. Lora and Cindy weren't talking to me. I had thought Lora was the leader but I'd made a mistake; Cindy was the one who called the shots and she had decided that I wasn't a nice man. Diane offered to drive me to the airport and Jean immediately volunteered to come with her. Richard said he'd like to come but he had a lot of work to do and he knew I'd understand. And while I assured him that I did, I noticed that Diane and Jean were flashing each other semaphore messages using their eyelids. "Don't come!" Diane warned. "But I want to!" Jean batted back. "I'll get you for this!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Their facial expressions were priceless, a refined pantomime which hardly disturbed the social facade.
When I was packed and had taken my leave of Richard and the two younger daughters, I went out to the car and arrived just in time to hear Diane talking to Jean.
"Come on, tell your dad you felt ill suddenly and you can't go. I never ask anything from you, but this is important to me."
"No, Ma, I want to go along and see Uncle John off," said Jean.
"Listen, you little bitch!" hissed Diane, advancing with drawn claws, but then she saw me and her expression of hate turned into a big smile. "Ah John! All set to go, I see. Jean can't come, she's feeling ill."
"No I'm not," Jean said doggedly. "I'm all right, Uncle John, please let me come."
I wanted to refuse her. She had made the last few days at Richard's house miserable for me with her clinging, avid ways. That one fuck had opened her up, and even though she had gone on the threesome with her lesbian lover, she had come back dying for more. I was the one who had initiated her, and that meant I was chosen to make love to her in every possible way. It was a job. We could only meet in my room after midnight and then we had to be very covert about it. As a result I'd lost valuable hours of sleep and gained a few grey hairs.
But I knew better than to refuse her, "Why not?" I said with a shrug, and the girl was quick to get into the car first so she could sit between me and Diane. I saw my sister-in-law turn red with anger and I felt much the same way. If I hadn't been afraid that Jean would snitch I would have thrown her out on her ear. As it was I decided to be cool and I got into the passenger seat quietly. Diane took the wheel and we drove out of the driveway at breakneck speed.
For a mile or two none of us said a word. Diane drove way too fast, squealed the tires, muttered under her breath, and finally she couldn't hold it in any longer. "You nasty little bitch!" she spat at her daughter. "You know damn well why I wanted to be alone with your uncle. But do you care? No, you don't care a hoot about me."
"I don't understand, Ma, what's the big deal?"
"Jesus Christ!" Diane slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a skidding halt by the side of the road. We were out of the suburbs now, in the middle of some farm country, but a few cars had to maneuver rapidly to avoid us just the same. "I'm sorry about this, John, I didn't mean it to come out that way. It's just that for the weeks you've been with us I've longed to get into bed with you, and it seems as if every opportunity was knocked for a cocked hat as soon as it arose. I mean-it isn't fair!" She started to cry.
"Get out of the way," I said to Jean. She saw the look in my eyes and promptly slipped over the back of the seat to make way for me. I took Diane in my arms and comforted her as best I could. We had an hour or so before the plane was due to leave and my mind raced around in tight circles trying to think of some place where we could consummate our long friendship. I hadn't seen any motels so far and doubted if there were many in the vicinity. But I knew that I wanted Diane as much as wanted me, and that made me more resourceful than usual.
I made her sit in the passenger seat and I got behind the wheel. A small dirt track ran off the main road and led into a clearing by the side of a lake. Some bulldozers were parked nearby and a big sign announced that a motel was to be built on this site. They were going to be too late for us. "Take a walk," I told Jean.
"Where to?" she said.
"Anywhere, I don't know." She really was a nasty little bitch. "For all I care you can stay in the car, but get out of the back seat." Diane didn't seem to care either. She was too intent on getting her wish, and there was something vindictive about the way she let herself flop onto the back seat, with her legs open and her skirts about the tops of her thighs. I got in the back with her, and Jean, obdurate as ever, went and sat in the front seat. She pulled a magazine out of the glove compartment and pretended to read it. Diane and I faced each other like two gladiators, so full of desire to attack that we were trembling.
Twenty-one years had passed by since I had jerked off over her image, and now that she was finally in my arms I felt as though we'd hit upon a time warp. Her lips were as soft and sweet as I had imagined them to be, her breasts as spongy and warm. We kissed for a long time, our tongues entwining, our hands roving over each other's body in detail. Her hand reached in between my legs and stroked my cock, taking it from a half erection to a fully fledged one in a matter of seconds, and then she smiled happily and pushed me back.
"I've been waiting so long to do this," she said huskily. "All those lonely nights when I had nothing to do but dream, I'd always get around to you somehow, and then I'd plan my seduction of you step by step. And this is how I always began."
"What a coincidence," I said, watching her undo my fly and extricate my cock. "That's exactly how all my fantasies about you began."
"I expected nothing else," she murmured. Her face was so near to my cock that her warm breath brushed along my glans. Her lips touched it and moved down along the shaft as if to get rid of the last wrinkles, and then, with a sigh that came from her heart, she sank her mouth over my cock and swallowed it all in one go.
"Ma!" exclaimed Jean. The girl was leaning over the back of the seat and staring at this amazing exhibition of sword-swallowing. "What are you doing!"
"Shut up and watch," I said. "You might learn something." Diane must have rehearsed this scene in real life as well as in her imagination, because she gave my cock a going over that had me squirming all over the back seat! Her tongue, her lips, her teeth, all went into action like a disciplined corps of Prussians, attending to my every penile need and unearthing a few new ones to boot. Her blonde hair fell down over the scene like a golden curtain and tickled my belly erotically, but then she brushed it out of the way and let her daughter see exactly what she was doing to me. It was spite on Diane's part at first, but that was forgotten as the pleasure of sucking cock made her do it for me and whoever wanted to see her. Jean looked on, too stunned to talk, and I watched through half-closed eyes as Diane gave my cock everything she had.
"Strip," she said suddenly. "I can't wait to see you naked again, John."
We undressed quickly, awkward in the narrow space but driven on by a great lust. Her body appeared before me with all the impact of the first time, those big, tanned jugs sagging under their own weight, the brown nipples hard and big, her belly full and her hips carrying excess pounds, her thighs so big that they pushed against each other when she had her legs together. But what a woman she was! Sex exuded from every pore, her breasts filled me with a longing to be weaned again, her thighs were as inviting as a bomb shelter in a blitz, but best of all was her desire for me. Her eyes sparkled, she was eager for me, and that made my cock as hard as a rock all by itself.
We fell naked into each other's arms and kissed, torridly. Her big tits pressed into my chest and her pussy moved up over one of my thighs so that she could rub it against me and get us both even higher. I felt the warmth of her loins and the wetness of her cunt, and I realized that here was a woman's cunt, one that wouldn't taste insipid, one that would secrete the juices to wash the taste of her daughters away. It was a struggle to get into the correct position, but we ended up with her cunt in my face and her face swallowing my cock.
Her cunt hovered over me like a big bird, swollen and furry, the pinkness showing through, with the puckered flesh of her asshole above, and the flowing mounds of her cheeks. I was on the point of overdosing on her womanliness and my hands didn't know where to begin. By the time Diane had my entire cock down her throat I was still tentatively pecking at her pussy and caressing her ass without much direction. But it didn't take me long to get my bearings. My thumbs peeled open her cunt and my tongue moved directly to the source of her nectar. And as she sucked and licked I just sucked. The juice oozed out of her in a rich flow and my taste buds gave it a standing ovation. I was wallowing in her, at sea in all that flesh and hair, those big thighs and solid cheeks, the pink flaps of her inner cunt, the strong mingling of odors and fragrances, and the sounds she made as she sucked my cock. It was all too much; I had to take a break now and then just to keep on breathing!
It was during a breather that I noticed Jean was no longer content to be a spectator. She had taken off her clothes and now sat on the backrest with her feet on the back seat. She was bent over double under the low roof, both her' hands lodged securely between her legs. The girl was masturbating and staring shamelessly, and it was then that I remembered my fantasy of making love to both women at the same time.
"Look at your daughter," I said. "Haven't you taught her any manners yet?"
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Diane, looking up from my cock. "What do you think you're doing, girl?" Jean didn't answer, and her mother just shook her head and went back down on me. And since her back was turned I motioned Jean to come closer. She squatted next to me on the floor and rested with her back against the door so she had easier access to her cunt. But I took her hands away and tucked my own hand in between her thighs to fondle her pussy while I sucked on her mother's. This was heaven, I thought, it couldn't get any better! The cunt in my hand was as wet as the one in my face, and both of them were very similar in size and shape. I fingered and tweaked, licked and sucked, and at the same time I was getting the blow job of the year by the woman who'd been featured in my wet dreams for years! Life couldn't reach a much higher peak. Or so I thought. But then I saw Jean's hand go up to her mother's ass, and when she began to caress those big buns I knew there was more room at . the top! I had to close my eyes and think of something else to contain myself, but as soon as I had reached a stable level I looked again. Diane didn't know it was Jean touching her ass and I wanted her to remain unaware of it. I never thought Jean would go that far!
"Suck it harder, baby," I groaned, kissing her cunt in between words. "Oooohh yeahhhh, that's beautiful, nobody does it like you, lick it now, lick it up and down and don't forget my balls, yes, yes, oh that's great!" Diane responded to my flattering words with zeal and that gave me all the more time to watch as Jean stroked her mother's ass and gradually worked her way down to the split between the big cheeks. Jean looked at me and I looked at her, and both of us understood that she had to do this and that I had to watch. Without Diane noticing it I moved my face back from her cunt and let her daughter take over. It wasn't easy, but we were desperate enough to achieve anything in that cramped space. The girl sat on her knees on the floor and clung to a strap by the window to lift herself up and around, and she managed to kiss her mother's cunt without any other part of her body touching her.
My head spun and my balls were in a terrible tumult. Jean ate her mother with verve and skill, licking her just right, lapping her juice up as thirstily as I had, and rimming her as well. My cock was growing to an improbable length! And yet I kept fingering Jean's tight pussy and squeezing Diane's big, pendulous tits even though that threatened to overload my circuits.
"Come on, John, make love to me," groaned Diane. We had to scramble again. Diane stayed on all fours, but Jean moved out of the way and I climbed on board. She lowered her ass as soon as I had shoved my cock up her and I wrapped my arms about her so that my hands were on her tits, and that's the way we began to fuck. Diane pumped down, I pumped up, and that delicious big ass of hers slapped against my thighs each time I impaled her. Her tits wobbled about in my hands, her hair was fragrant in my face, and her strangled cries of ecstasy rang through the car. But after a few minutes of this neither of us could take the cramped conditions any longer. "Let's do it outside," she urged, and without another word we got out of the car and she leaned over with her feet on the grass and both hands gripping the edge of the back seat. "Jean!" she cried as she saw her daughter watching avidly. "Turn around!"
Jean shook her head and got out on her side of the car. She walked around just in time to see me aiming my cock at her mother's ass and pushing it up her with one slurping thrust; and as soon as Diane got lost in the erotic melee Jean pressed in against my back and rubbed her pussy against my ass as if she was preparing to fuck me. But her hands reached around me and came to rest on Diane's ass again. The only trouble was, mine were there already. It bewildered Diane to feel two pairs of hands squeezing and kneading her, and if she hadn't been climaxing so much she might have checked to see exactly what was going on, As it was she went on crying and crooning and shaking her ass while I drove home every pounding thrust and Jean squeezed her buns and my balls.
It was a supremely satisfying fuck, and it would have been great even if Jean hadn't been present to ice the cake. A woman like Diane could make me a lot happier than Tazu or Jean or anyone I'd ever known. As we drove the rest of the way to the airport, dressed again, respectable on the surface, I kept thinking about that. Perhaps we were predestined lovers, perhaps Richard hadn't open in the script at all! In that case we should run away together. Jean could drive the car back and tell Richard the news. The practical details were solved. I had the money for another plane ticket. I could even afford a good apartment for the two of us!
"Why don't you come with me?" I said to her as we turned into the airport entrance. "I really want to spend a lot more time with you."
"Fly to New York, now?" she asked.
"Yes, why not? We could do all the things we've dreamed of doing, we could make up for lost time! Come on, Diane, get on the plane with me."
"With you? How much time do you want to spend with me?"
"My whole life, I don't know! Forever!"
"That's so nice of you to say but ... no, I can't. Perhaps I'll take a vacation in New York, or you'll come back to our place." I couldn't believe she'd turned me down. Still in a state of shock I kissed Jean and Diane goodbye, picked up my bag and started walking to the terminal. And halfway to New York I realized that Richard had triumphed after all. Diane was with him, not with me. Somehow that said it all.
