At the end of my Tulip I mentioned an erotic art work, the depiction of a black swan impregnating an Aborigine girl. It's a variant on Leda and the Swan, in which the supreme god Zeus in the form of swan copulates with a girl. There are numerous paintings, sculptures and drawings of this myth, many pretty erotic. There are also many highly erotic versions, and I have exhibited and sold a good few of them.
The black Leda figures in a series of pictures, like a strip cartoon, by an Australian couple which operates, according to its blog, under the name 'Ozzymandy.' I had been exhibiting, buying and selling their work for a good while but did not know their identities.
In their first picture the Aborigine girl is lying on her back by a billabong surrounded by gum trees. The fingers of one hand are tucked into her vulva, an allusion to Giorgione's Sleeping Venus. She is clearly masturbating.
In the second pic she is standing in the billabong pouring water over her head, echoing a thousand nude bathing scenes. In the sky a black swan is approaching.
In the third, she is lying face down on the bank, feet in the water. The swan, wings spread in triumph, has its webs on her huge buttocks. Its lower body is deeply embedded between those great cheeks, so it is uncertain which orifice the penis is into.
The last scene presumably confirms where the sperm went, because she is lying down with two huge eggs between her generous breasts, and a third egg is visible emerging from between those great bum-mounds.
Ozzymandy's Europa and the Bull and Pasiphae are further essays in mythological erotica. In the first part of Europa, a huge naked girl is riding astride a hairy red bull in a choppy sea, with a mountainous island in the background. She is pressing her vulva down on its back, leaning backwards, thrusting upwards enormous breasts. The nipples are spurting milk.
In Part 2, the girl is on her hands and knees on a sandy beach. The bull is standing behind her, nose to her hairless, cow-like vulva. The tip of its penis protrudes under its stomach.
In the last part, the bull has mounted and the huge, erect penis is three parts inside. Liquid is running out of her vagina down her thighs.
The Pasiphae refers to the story of the Queen of Crete commissioning the great inventor Daedalus to build her a replica cow, in which she can be penetrated by a bull. Ozzymandy's ingenious idea is to offer what looks like Daedalus's blueprint for the cow. The drawing, in slightly faded black ink, shows the animal, constructed of stiff fabric over a wooden framework, with the near side cut away. Inside, the queen is lying, holding her breasts beneath her, bottom jammed against the cow's rear. The bull is mounted, its long penis passing through a slit into the vagina.
I got into email correspondence with the artists and suggested that prints of these works would sell well. This proved so, and they were happy to produce other representations of classic myths. Their Nymphs and Satyrs series was very popular. The satyrs were equipped with goat cocks, and some of them were carelessly thrusting into the water goddesses' anuses. One or two had missed the target altogether and were spurting past a plump buttock.
Eventually the couple wrote to say they were coming to England and would like to meet me, with a view to closing further deals and collecting commissions. I offered to put them up, curious to know the composition of this duo, and keen to collect more of their work.
When I met them at the airport, I was unsure of their sexual orientation, for while the larger one, considerably taller than me, looked thoroughly female, the smaller had a transsexual look. Of course, I checked the size of hands, the throats, the knees, but was none the wiser. Both were dressed in shirts and skirts.
I asked them if they needed one bed or two, and, as they wanted one, I yielded my double to them. I would sleep on my put-you-up sofa. When I had fed them they were ready for sleep, being jet-lagged. But when I was drifting off I heard above in my bedroom a good deal of activity and cries of pleasure.
Late next day they appeared in the kitchen in dressing-gowns, which revealed enough to indicate that both had sizeable tits. Their voices were not indicative, either. Under the twang both had pleasing contralto tones.
When I had fed them, we adjourned to my sitting-room with coffee and began to chat, about art, erotica, the market. The conversation become more personal when I told them I liked their pseudonym.
'Well,' the tall one said, 'We're Aussies. That's the first part of our moniker spelled another way, and I'm Oswalda, Ozzy for short, and she's Mandy.'
'I've never met an Oswalda,' I said.
'It's German. My grandma was German, but actually I started out as just Oswald, after my dad. You've got nothing against transsexuals, have you, Norma?'
'Certainly not,' I said, 'I've had quite a few in my time, one way and another.'
'She's the only one I've had,' said the one I now knew as Mandy. So, was she also transsexual or genetically female?
'Yeah,' said Ozzy, 'We've been together ten years now, and always faithful. Besides, you can't be too careful, can you?'
I could see they wanted me to reveal my orientation, and I could see no reason why not. 'I'm a genetic woman,' I said, 'But what matters to me is not the gender but whether I like and find someone attractive.'
'Well, having seen and made a few of the paintings you handle, we thought you must be pretty relaxed. And we've got some ideas for more stuff, if we can find a model or two. Of course we use each other. That woman in the Europa is mostly me, but with Mand's twatty. And some of those nymphs have got my arse. Others have Mand's bum.'
So now I knew Mandy was female, and she went on, 'Ozzy's cock's useful, too, of course. We've got a great Hero and Leander to show you. Good old Leo comes ashore and straight into her. He's got Ozzy's gear, big and stiff, and she's got my tits and cunt.'
These were agreeably frank and direct Australians, and why not? We were going to talk about, and do business with erotic works of art, after all.
I found them refreshing, and, sitting there in a state of undress, pretty erotic real life subjects in themselves. What were they wearing under those dressing-gowns?
Mandy seemed to do most of the talking. She said, 'We can't rely only our ourselves, though. We're going to need models, and we wondered whether you'd be willing. As far as we can tell, you've got neat tits and a great arse, Norm, under the duds. Whad'ya say?'
Well, I'm not shy about getting my kit off if the scenario is all right, so I agreed. Besides there would be an extra lift in selling erotic pics with my own bits included.
'Righto,' Mandy went on, 'We'll check you out when we go to bed tonight. You're good and dark, too, and we need some brunette coverage.'
Later, then, after supper, we went into my bedroom and I undressed and made slow turns to let them inspect me.
'Jeez, Norma, you've got a lovely arse,' said Ozzy. 'I could cum all over that, no trouble. Just right for Andromeda, don't you think, Mand?'
'Sure thing. And look at those sweet boobs. Perfect. I could cum all over them, too.'
'Look, girls,' I said, 'This is making me really randy. Can you do something about it?'
'We sure could,' said Mandy. 'No going into your cun, though.'
They were already undressing and I could hardly wait. It didn't take long, as they were as eager as me. And when they were naked, I was even more fired up. Both were shaven, so their genitals were the more evident, and in both cases beautiful.
Mandy's breasts were heavy, pear-shaped and the nipples were already rigid. I turned her, and her bottom was gorgeous, spreading out and out from her waist in all dimensions and tucking under with a delicious overhang. Ozzy's tits were cone-shaped, pointing outwards, with the nipples emerging from the ends, like the teats on a baby's bottle. Her bum was as impressive as Mandy's. I just had to heft the buttocks in my hands, relishing the sheer bulk and weight.
'That feels good, Norm,' she said. 'I love my arse being touched.'
Her cock was large, the glans half emergent from the foreskin. As it was not yet fully erect. I love to see a penis growing into full tumescence, and often can't resist helping it.
'Ozzy,' I said, 'That's a fine tool you have. Can I hold it?'
I took it gently in my hand. 'I love to feel it harden like that,' I said. 'Look at it swell out of the foreskin, all red and shiny. I'm going to have to wank that off sooner or later.'
Mandy was meanwhile stroking my tits from behind and teasing the nipples between her fingers. She said, 'And sooner or later I'm going to have to suck you off, Norm.'
Without needing to speak or discuss what happened next we lay or kneeled down and wriggled into position. Ozzy knelt over me, tool now rigid. Mandy lay with her mouth poised at my pussy. I reached for Ozzy's cock as Mandy's tongue burrowed into my vulva.
