Her Art - Part 4 - Art and History
Chapter 12 - Aquilea
I was amazed at how quickly we fell into a routine at Aquilea. The two artists isolated themselves into two rooms every morning after breakfast. Marie worked on her own sketches, and found time to be art instructor for Avril as well. Each afternoon, the entire group went on an outing to one of the innumerable historic or artistic sites in and around Lucca. Beth, Anita and I provided art support, went for runs, and even relaxed! The dry fall weather provided gorgeous golden sunsets that Marie captured in several watercolors that reduced the rest of us to sighs. I said to myself that with this quality and quantity of art production, the trip was already paid for.
Periodically, I chased a lover down and did an alpha male performance. There were many complaints, but the loud orgasms gave them away every time. Avril whispered in my ear that I was a terrible brute but please don't stop. I whispered back, marveling at the perfect body, that pretty English girls deserved a big American cock.
Anita decided to be upfront about the dangers of crushing on the young male.
"He is hopeless, enslaving us to that awful cock. Do not believe any of his promises!" After Avril and I fought back, stripping her naked and attacking everywhere until she screamed, the three of us lay wrapped in a duvet making new promises that no one was getting carried away. Which of course was utter nonsense. Not only was I in love with them, but they hugged me in the dark and said mushy things in my ear.
One morning, Avril sat on my belly, carefully positioned in front of the erect cock, and said, "My mother would like you. If this tour ever gets to England, would you like to visit?"
Anita turned over, laughing, "Look out, Jason, she is taking you to meet the parents!"
Avril started to cry, which resulted in a pile of women hugging her and saying it was ok, they were teasing, and yes, the tour was going to England to see the national galleries and private collections. Jason would be delighted to meet her parents and would be on his best behavior. And the rest of us would be very careful not to make any comments about our living and loving arrangements.
She was still teary when she raised her head from my shoulder and said, "Please give us a few minutes by ourselves, I need some of his beastly loving!"
After the door closed with a loud click, she pounded on my chest, "Every morning, I tell myself I am not hopelessly in love with you, and every morning it doesn't work!" By the time she finished those words, her fine cunt was bouncing on me and not many seconds later she was coming with a great wail, "Oh, oh, ohhh!"
The only possible treatment for the distressed female was to rise up from the bed and dash for the shower, where lots of hot water washed her emotonal fit down the drain. After which the subservient male knelt on the bathmat, making sure lotion was applied in all the right places. Mostly, he got his head batted while Avril cursed herself for being a dumb art student who would never amount to anything.
I helped her into fine feminine underwear and told her that if I took two or three of her new paintings to a sidewalk display in Lucca, they would sell in five minutes for an exhorbitant tourist price.
At breakfast, Marie softly told the art student that she was making fine progress and that Jason was right, her work was very saleable. "But Avril, you are not a tourist cliche painter. Your talent will take you much further than that. Are you willing to stay with us and work hard?"
Sensing another imminent meltdown, I did grab her bodily out the door and up the trail to a bench, where I insisted on more beatings for me. After a few minutes, she exclaimed, "Oh god, I am so mixed up. So happy and so in love..."
I put her on my shoulders and marched back down the hill, declaring, "Tough Avril, the lead guide, is back in charge. She will give orders and we will obey!"
Laughing through tears, she attacked my head and said she should be payng me for therapy. I tickled her feet and said being around her was more than enough payment.
Chapter 13 - Moving On
One morning, Marie announced that Summer and Fall had progressed well and where was the next stop?
Anita looked at me, and I looked at Avril. She moved to my lap and said, "The Po River Valley is full of people and industry. Not attractive to artista. But Milan is historic city full of museums. One of the women at La Loggia has a brother in Milan. He might be able to help us. Why don't you go for a hike and let me make phone calls?"
Anita put a hold on me and said that they would remove the former guide and allow her to work until lunch time.
On the trail, still feeling the September sun on our backs, I inquired of the artist what had happened to the risque paintings she threatened of Avril and me misbehaving.
"Yes, misbehaving, you lout. They are progressing. I have fits of jealousy every time I work on them. But then you show up with that big thing and make me lose it completely."
Beth and Anita crowded in with whacks. "Lose it completely." Marie sat on a bench and said she would tell us a story.
"After seeing the David, and especially after taking pictures of Jason and Avril having sex, I asked myself why I knew nothing about painting penises. Especially large, erect beautiful ones, like Jason's."
Anita made a face and said, "But you know a lot about that penis. Couldn't you recreate it from memory?"
The penis in question was making a bulge. I growled. Beth poked me, "Subside!"
"Sooo," Marie announced triumphantly, "I have been doing still lifes."
Beth wrapped her fingers in my hair and asked, "Still lifes of Jason in all his glory?"
"Yes. I started out with the idea of design studies for a larger painting of both of them, but they turned out so well that they might be saleable as erotic art."
I hoisted her to my lap. "You are commercializing my best part? That is trademarked!"
Anita threatened, "Jason, we will get out the iron back at the house and give you a 'mark.' "
"Don't I at least get a royalty on any sales?"
They giggled and made vile threats all the way back down the hill. Avril was sitting on the back patio in the sun, wearing not much and smiling. "Come sit. I have found a new friend, Lorenzo."
I detoured for refreshments. When I came back with a full tray, Avril was saying, "He has several jobs, all of them involving art. He is an instructor in art basics at the university, he is a graphics designer for an online firm, and he coordinates trips to Milan for the artist community."
She went on, "He was very kind to me, saying that a friend of his aunt was a friend of his and how could he help?"
I clapped and shouted, "Another win for Avril!"
Anita frowned, "Hush, let her finish."
"I told him we would like to come in about a week, but were flexible. He is going to call me back with dates and a place to stay that will look after the van. I didn't ask, but don't we want to hire him as a docent of Milanese art?"
Everyone looked at Marie, who was nodding her head vigorously. "That would be excellent."
With a little more conversation, it was apparent we were beginning a new leg of the grand art tour. Tuscany would soon be memories of dusky hills and golden sunsets. Stucco farmhouses with olive grove terraces.
Having done her usual fabulous job, Avril curled into me on the sofa and hummed. I kissed her hair and hummed back. "What about the art education? Is that progressing? Has she allowed you to view the erotic paintings?"
She turned over and sat directly on my privates. The smile was really a smirk. "What is that phrase you Americans use? NSFW? Yes, they are definitely not suitable for work and will be snapped up in an instant."
I covered my eyes and moaned while seeking a nipple to pinch. "Why did I not know you liked to show off the fantastic body?"
She lay out and whispered in my ear, "Hush. Sex with you is special and so is her art. Once you see the painting of us with your glorious cock halfway in, you won't need other memories." She did a half sigh, half giggle.
Three sets of eyes were looking down at us. "What kind of mush is that? We will have to find more work for the guides."
Chapter 14 - Milan
Avril talked to Lorenzo nearly every day and the itinerary tacked up on the wall began to have dates and places inserted. I discovered that Beth had taken her for a walk and discussed lodging. Neither would answer questions from Anita or me. When the name Astoria Hotel - Rapallo went up, I checked the listing. Anita and I had our own walk with the guide, who insisted she was acting on a direct order from our source of funds. Besides, it was an historic structure on an historic Mediterranean waterfront in a very famous town going back to Hannibal. Didn't that sound interesting? We moaned and squeezed her for a tickle.
While the logistics team was at work, Marie had her own flurry of activity. There were intriguing charcoal partial sketches of Summer and Fall. "Just to create a little memory for the real thing," she said. One morning she kidnapped Avril and the van and armloads of art supplies and set off for Lucca and environs. "The good weather can't last much longer."
It turned out that she had an attack of Plein Air, which meant a series of paintings of outdoor landscapes in the manner of the French Impressionists, or the American Hudson River School. When they returned and we carefully placed the still wet canvases on their easels, we were overcome. They poked us and said the paintings weren't finished because they were in too much of a hurry to capture the superb views.
One I especially liked had Avril in the near foreground, working on a miniature of an old man on a bench with just a small corner of Lucca wall in its background. I whispered, "I won't let it be sold..."
Marie sipped the gin I had fixed and smiled, "We are less than a month into the trip and you are already reserving my work?"
Avril sat on me and said, "He is an enthusiastic admirer of our work!"
I tickled again and asked, "Our sojourn in Lucca is over?"
The older artist stared and said, slowly, "This is a wonderful place. We could spend years enjoying it, but the tour must go on?"
The younger artist stretched and bounced on me. "He is all wound up. Must need stress relief. Are you first or am I?"
With the others gone somewhere with the van, I realized I had two artists to myself to romance. Rising with Avril in my arms, I commanded, "Both of you together. I require two naked artist bodies for my afternoon delight!"
It took a considerable naked wrestle on the big bed before they had both come with loud sighs. Late sunlight shone on two fine bodies. I wasn't finished and they were lazily dragging fingers on each other.
