He rinsed himself in the cold water of the outside shower next to the patio before drying himself with a fresh towel. Heading to the kitchen, he walked along the patio and looked at the sea, and he saw Helena and Tamara had already collected their towels, rolled up the mat and heading to the stairs.
In the kitchen he grabbed an apricot and poured himself some lemonade and quickly drank it, pouring another glass. Moving back onto the patio with his glass of lemonade and apricot, he saw Helena and Tamara step into the outdoor shower. Walking in their direction, he drank his lemonade and took a bite from his apricot. The fruit tasted unbelievably sweet. They ran from the shower to the door dripping wet.
He followed them into the house as they ran through the lounge naked then up the stairs. He climbed the stairs and heard water running in Helena’s shower. Her door sat ajar, and he approached it and pushed it open, looking in the direction of the bathroom.
He could see them getting under the water in the turquoise tiled shower, and he walked into the bathroom and stood before the huge glass door of the shower. Inside Helena and Tamara watched him as they poured liquid soap across their huge tits. They each grabbed a loofah and started lathering themselves. He opened the shower door and stepped under the hot water.
“Can someone lend me a hand?” He asked in the hot shower, and Helena and Tamara both started soaping his body. He felt their hands exploring him and covering him with soapy suds. The hot water shot from a shower head on the wall and fell from another on the ceiling. They washed themselves together, kissing and caressing each other.
They turned off the water and swung open the large glass door as they exited the shower. Helena grabs three towels and throws one to Nicholas. They dried themselves, and Helena grabbed a tube of lotion and squeezed some across her stomach and chest. She held her arms open and looked at Nicholas.
“Well, are you just going to stand and look, or are you doing to help me by putting those hands to use?” Helena said as she folded her arms behind her head.
He stood behind her with a towel around his waist, and his hands quickly started smearing the lotion on her skin. Starting with her stomach, he worked his way over her breasts and shoulders. She sighed as his hands massaged her ample chest. She squirted more lotion into his hands as he held them open to her. He then rubbed it into her back to her legs, and she spread her legs as his hands probed further into her ass and thighs. As he rubbed into her legs, he squatted before her, and she placed a hand on his square shoulders to balance herself.
“Would you oppose starting on the painting today or tomorrow?” Helena asked Nicholas.
“Of course not. We can start whenever you want,” he said. His hands moved down to her ankles, and she lifted each leg for him to rub lotion between her toes and on the soles of her feet. They stood over a mosaic of some kind, but he could not make out what it portrayed or its degign. It resembled a bouquet of flowers.
“Great. Let’s get started before dinner tonight. What should we do tonight? Lily and Violet return tomorrow,” Helena said.
“So I guess I should get my fill tonight before they return?” Tamara said as she stepped into Nicholas’ arms, and she grabbed his hands and put them on her stomach, demanding he also rub lotion on her. Helena gave Tamara the tube of lotion and sat on a stool at her vanity to brush her hair. Nicholas rubbed and massaged Tamara’s whole body with cream. When his hands made their way to Tamara’s ass, she turned her back to Nicholas, bent over and spread herself to him. His erection pushed his towel, and it dropped from his waist. Tamara’s eyes widened as she saw it fall around his feet.
He squatted and began rubbing her thighs, her ass inches from his face. After a few firm strokes of his hands on the back of her thighs, she grabbed him by his wet hair and pulled his face into her spread open sex. He began lappinig at her wet pussy. As his tongue flicked and probed her, she squirmed and sighed. She held his head as he licked her, her body tensing with excitement from every swirl of his tongue. Her back arched, and she stood on her toes as he brought her to orgasm. She moaned and then cried out with pleasure, pulling his hair and smothering his face. He put his hands on her ass and spread her cheeks wider before moving to licking her ass. She screamed and plunged two fingers into her pussy, stirring another orgasm as his mouth and tongue lathered and probed her ass. After another loud orgasm, she released him and stumbled into the next room, where she collapsed in Helena’s large bed.
Helena looked at him with an odd expression and lustful smile. He saw Tamara lying face down on the edge of the bed. Helena pushed her hair behind her shoulders and stood next to Nicholas.
“Would this outfit work for you?” Helena slowly rubbed her thigh against the inside of his legs. She stared at his throbbing erection, licking her lips.
“Yes. I think I could do you in this outfit- I mean paint you in this outfit.”
She continued to slowly paw at him, her hands eventually making their way around his dick. She nibbled and kissed his neck. With the feeling of her warm lips on his skin, he grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her on the mouth. She gasped and grinned at him as he pulled her nipples. He pushed her toward her bed, almost dragging her by her hair.
“Oh my! Should we not get to work or do you have something else in *MIND*?” She cried out as he shoved her onto her bed next to her sleeping sister.
Nicholas held her with one hand at her throat, the other hand lifting one of her long legs as he slid his hard dick between her legs into her hot, wet pussy. He thrust himself into her with wanton pleasure. His pace only quickened as she started screaming out and writhing under his forceful grip. He choked her harder the closer he brought himself to orgasm. The harder he choked her, the wider her smile and the more she tried to scream with pleasure. Her huge tits wobbled and shook with every thrust of his pelvis. He pushed himself deep inside her as he filled her with his cum. He sighed and held her as tight as he could. His grip loosened, and he collapsed next to her.
He laid there, panting and catching his breath. Before she could move, he jumped out of her bed and held out a hand to her. She took his hand and helped her to her feet. Helena smiled and kissed him, her eyes half-shut as she collected herself.
“To the studio?” He asked her. She nodded, slipped her feet in a pair of slippers before walking into the hall. Tamara stayed motionless in bed.
***
“Yes, there!” He said as Helena moved her hands over her nude body. She stood on the checkered tile at the edge of the rug in the studio. He placed the easel in the middle of the room several paces from her and prepared a canvas to begin painting.
Nicholas painted, and Helena posed for him in ten minute intervals for hours, taking short breaks for her to look at his work. With each break in the pose, she appeared more excited with his progress, but he would snap for her to return to posing after only a few short minutes. Every break he gave her, Helena would put herself in his hands or push her ass into his crotch as she bent over in front of him. She even stood next to him at the canvas and played with her nipples. It caught his attention for a few moments, but he would command her back in pose.
Each time he turned down her advances while she took a break from her pose only excited her more. As the light dimmed to much for them to continue, he cleaned his palette and his brushes, and Helena inspected his painting closely. She stood in front of the large canvas looking at his vision of her. Seeing every mark and stroke of the brush as he slowly replicated her gorgeous visage drove her mad with lust. Her hands began massaging her large breasts as she stared at his painting. She could still feel his eyes on her body. One of her hands moved down between her legs. He had given special attention to her face, stomach and breasts, and she could recognize herself from his work.
“I love how you see me,” Helena said as she played with herself.
“I love how you look!” He replied. She approached him and embraced him, but he continued with his cleaning. She kissed his neck and groped his naked body. He still had not dressed himself since stripping nude for the beach, and she had no clothing either.
“Hey, hold on a second. I have to finish here.” He said as he shrugged away from her hands, and she pretended to sulk as she walked to the roman sofa and threw herself on it with her legs spread wide. She continued to play with herself. He could see her from the corner of his eye. Her hand began to stir faster as she sighed and moaned. He looked at her, and she beckoned him closer. He slowly approached her.
“I enjoyed watching you with my sister. I likeed watching her grind her pussy into your face.”
“I liked it too,” he said with a grin. She pulled her hand from her pussy and into her mouth, sucking her fingers.
She stared at him expectantly, and she slowly spread her legs as wide as she could, holding her knees to her shoulders. Helena continued to finger herself.
“Maybe you could do me a small favor?” She asked playfully as she spread her pussy with one hand.
He knelt before her and began kissing the back of her thighs, his tongue moving closer to her pussy until his lips planted over her clit. She gasped as he gave her pussy a long, passionate, wet kiss. She purred as his tongue worked between her legs. He held his breath and pushed his tongue deeper inside her and swirled it over her lips. As he licked her, she gripped him harder and tensed her body as she reached her peak, and she gyrated her hips, grinding herself on his mouth. She released him, and they both stood.
“Thanks. I owe you one. You certainly have so much energy. Have you always been this way?” Helena said after she caught her breath.
“I guess so,” he shrugged. “What is the plan tonight, boss?”
“I will prepare a simple meal, and we will eat on the patio. I will go get my sister out of bed and dressed. You find something to wear and meet for dinner in one hour,” she walked to the double doors, and he followed her. His eyes never left her curves as she strutted through the house naked.
***
Nicholas put on a grey suit with a white shirt and lavender necktie around his neck. He did not bother with shoes of socks, thinking they would only get in the way if Helena or Tamara were to come to dinner naked. He did not bother with underwear either. The feel of the cloth on his naked skin excited him. He exited his bedroom into the hallway. In Helena’s room he could hear Helena speaking to Tamara.
“I do not care, sis. I want to see you wearing something to dinner that covers your body. If you really want, you can totally take it all off as soon as you finish your food, but I do want to see you modest for a change. Plus I want to watch Nicholas strip your clothes off your body!”
He moved into the stairway and headed for the lounge. After a pouring himself a drink, Helena appeared at the bottom of the stairs and headed to the kitchen. She wore a her hair in a tight bun on her head and wore her robe. He joined her in preparing the food. Together they prepared pita bread, tahini and hummus, and he sliced tomatoes as she fried zucchini and eggplant. He finished with the tomatoes and shoved her out of his way as he took the pan from her hands to cook the vegetables so she could continue dressing herself. She stepped away from the stove with a smirk, slapped his ass and returned to her room.
***
Nicholas put the food onto serving platters and brought them out on the patio. Soon Helena emerged with Tamara. Their beauty struck Nicholas by surprise, as they looked even better than ever with the makeup on their faces. Helena and Tamara wore the same small, tight dress in different colors. Helena wore a scarlet red dress, while Tamara wore a turquoise dress, and both wore matching high heels. Their small dresses almost covered their round asses
“Thank you, kind gentleman for serving us,” Helena said. “This is such a treat to have someone help me with the food.”
They sat, ate and drink red wine. After a few bottles split between them, Helena and Tamara started to get drunk enough their faces looked flush. They moved to a stone bench with a heavy cushion. Nicholas sat in the middle, and Tamara and Helena sat on either side of him.
“Do you like any the art I have displayed? Anything stand out to you?” Helena asked, pointing at Nicholas.
“I enjoyed the orgy. The Sumerian tablet blew my mind. Do you have a favorite culture or genre or type of art?”
“I like collecting rare and precious things,” she said as she winked at Nicholas, putting a hand in his lap. “I love something no one has, something that takes time to find. Once I find something to add to the collection, I have to find a place for it among the others. Curating takes time. I go out and get my fill on fun all the time, but something substantial, something that catches my eye? I have to own it.”
“And you have to own some of my work?”
Helena nodded at him. “Something like that, yes. Nicholas, I really enjoyed watching you and my sister. Maybe I could watch you with her again? Would you do me another small favor?”
Tamara pushed her tongue into his ear. He sighed, and Helena stood and poured herself another glass of wine from the table before sitting across from them in an arm chair. She hung her legs over the arms of the chair, revealing her lack of panties and slowly began fingering herself as she looked at Tamara and Nicholas.
Nicholas grabbed Tamara behind her head and pulled her across his lap, lifting her skirt to expose her round ass. He spanked her once with a loud snap of flesh against flesh. She winced. He pulled her short dress up over her head. He looked at her naked body stretched over his lap, her large, round ass called his hand. He spanked her again, and she let out cry of pain and pleasure. Helena’s fingers moved faster, her pussy getting wetter as he slapped her ass repeatedly. Each time he brought his hand down on her firm ass, he pulled Tamara’s hair tighter. As he spanked her, she started to moan. She tried to move after her ass stung with pink hand prints, but he gripped harder and pushed her face into the cushion on the bench.
“Bend her over the bench and lick my sister’s asshole. Tamara, I want you to play with yourself,” Helena whispered as she stirred her fingers inside herself.
Nicholas stood and pulled Tamara into position as she sighed and squealed with delight. She spread her legs wide and put a hand between her legs. He squatted behind her and licked her ass, his tongue exploring her as thoroughly as he could. She quickly made herself cum, her back arching as she cried out in pleasure.
“Beautiful. Now, Tamara I want you to be a good little whore. Nicholas, please do anything you want with my whore sister,” Helena ordered, her breathing getting heavy. Tamara turned to face him on her hands and knees on the cushion. She helped him undo the buttons of his shirt, and he quickly stripped his clothes from his body, shoving his hard cock in her face.
“Choke my sister with your cock!”
Nicholas held Tamara’s hair above her head, and she opened her mouth, keeping eye contact with Nicholas. He slapped his cock on her lips and tongue before shoving her head down around his dick. He thrust himself deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes bulged and watered as he pushed deeper. Before long, her eye shadow and mascara ran with each tear from her eyes. He gave her a few gasps and then held her head down as he thrust deep. Nicholas looked at Helena, seeing her face beaming with wild, lustful elation. Tamara started to squirm, but Nicholas pulled her hair tighter. She let out a muffled squeal as his cock filled her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks. He held her hair and started furiously thrusting as he repeatedly pushed her head to deep-throat his cock.
“YES! Fuck her mouth like the beautiful whore she is!” Helena screamed out as her hands moved fast in her pussy, and her other hand fingered her asshole.
Tamara coughed and gasped for air as Nicholas lifted her from his dick for a moment. A thick coat of spit dripped from her plush lips. He forced her head down as he thrust into her throat. He felt a tingling as he got closer with each plunge into her mouth. Finally he felt himself cumming and pushed one last time into her throat before shooting a massive load of cum. Tamara’s bloodshot eyes looked up at him, begging him to release her. He grunted and sighed as he slowly loosened his grip, and she pulled her head back to gasp for air with a long line of spit and cum from her lips to the still swollen head of his cock. She panted heavily and fondled his balls as she looked at him with her running makeup and tear-streaked cheeks and a wide smile on her cum-covered lips. Helena let out a long sigh as she came with one hand in her pussy, and the other fingering her asshole.
He sat down on the bench and stroked Tamara’s long hair as she sat next to him. He put a hand on her shoulder as he caught his breath. Tamara laughed and pulled her nipples as she watched Helena standing and straightening her dress. Helena walked to the kitchen, her ass hanging out the bottom of her dress.
Helena returned with a glass filled with green liquid. She held out the glass for Nicholas.
“What is that?” He asked.
“For you. An ancient party drink… for men. Many on the island know of its *properties* as an aphrodisiac,” Helena said to him.
He grabbed the glass and gulped it quickly with a cough and frown after finishing it. It made him feel strange…
****
End part 7 / Continued Part 8
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