Chapter 5
Stacy, Emily, and Genevieve felt the warmth of the sun on their naked bodies as they faced the lake. Their eyes were glued to the older, big-bellied black man who approached. His thick cock swayed with each step, making the girls sigh with lust.
"Is there something I can help you girls with?" Curtis felt the sweet mixture of the girls' perfumes enter his nostrils when he came up to them, which made his cock swell even more. Normally, he preferred a woman's natural scent, since most women in the rural area where he lived were farmers and used little or no perfume.
"Mr. Curtis Roberson?" Stacy politely inquired, since they hadn't been introduced. Though she tried her hardest to meet his eyes, her gaze kept going downwards toward his immensely girthy black cock.
"That would be me, yes." Curtis eyed the young women. They were all quite captivating, each in their way. Having always been one for womanly curves, the girl with the wide hips was, of course, the first one who had caught his eye. However, the blonde in the middle also stood out with her bright beauty and her fantastically perky and full breasts. Then, there was the girl who had asked him his name. She had a cuter quality with her glasses. And with how thin she was, Curtis had an inkling that she would be the loudest in bed. That had been his experience with thinner women since the size of his manhood always stretched them to the limit.
For a moment, there was a quiet pause in the conversation. Stacy, in her usual awkwardness, had drifted off, her eyes locked on Curtis's manhood. In her mind, she had her soft lips enveloped around that big cockhead of his and was sucking it passionately. She had done her best to fit more of him into her mouth. She had put her hands on his large butt cheeks and pushed herself into his manhood. But his thickness was simply too much, and all she could muster was his cockhead. She tried to make up for it by stroking his rock-hard shaft at the same time. Her petite fingers only reached halfway around his girth.
It wasn't the first time Curtis had found a woman staring at his manhood, attention that he quite enjoyed, evident by the small smirk on his face.
"Stacy." Genevieve gently gave her friend a gentle nudge. However, she had to focus not to completely bathe in the arousal she felt for the good-looking black man herself.
"Oh, uhm..." Stacy blushed when she looked up and saw Mr. Roberson looking at her. She could tell that he had caught her staring at his amazingly beautiful manhood. With an embarrassed smile, she adjusted her glasses, like she always did after one of her awkward moments, and managed to gather her thoughts. Even in her flustered state, she was thrilled that they had finally found Mr. Roberson. So much so that she wanted to throw herself at him and embrace him, though that would probably not be proper. Instead, she held her hand out with a wide-eyed smile.
"It's such a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Roberson. I'm Stacy Lawson..."
Curtis's manly hand engulfed the young woman's when he shook it.
A soft sigh escaped Stacy when they shook hands. Her nipples pointed straight at him like small rockets. And for the briefest of moments, Stacy imagined Mr. Roberson's strong hands all over her body. Massaging her breasts. Pinching her nipples ever so slightly. Sliding his hand down her flat belly, until he finally reached her pussy. His fingers slid between her labia.
"And these are my colleagues, Genevieve Lefévre..." Stacy introduced her friend.
"A pleasure, Mr. Roberson." Genevieve's blue eyes sparkled when she shook the handsome black man's hand.
Curtis hadn't met anyone with Genevieve's accent before. An accent he found appealing.
I wonder where she's from...
Curtis gave her a charming nod while admiring her naked beauty.
"And Emily Cornwell." By the time he got to the curvaceous girl, whose wide hips had gotten his attention, Curtis's fat cock had already begun to stiffen, now almost hanging down to his knees.
"How do you do?" Though Emily's British manners shone through, she instinctively bit down on her lower lip when she shook the big black man's hand. She couldn't resist the urge to glance down at his heavy cock. Almost immediately, her mind wandered to a place where she was on her knees, and Mr. Roberson was behind her, ready to plunge that fat cock into her eagerly awaiting ass.
"How do you do." Curtis nodded to himself as he appreciated Emily's chubby allure. He truly enjoyed women with a bit of meat on their bones. Suddenly, however, something occurred to him.
"Colleagues?" Curtis had found it peculiar that the young woman had introduced her friends as colleagues, but perhaps they were teachers.
"Oh, right, sorry, Mr. Roberson. Let me explain." Stacy wondered if she should have perhaps started with the explanation.
"I'm the assistant curator for the Washington Historical Museum, and Genevieve and Emily are my counterparts at the French and British museums. We're here because we believe, well, we hope that you might be able to help us in our search for a lost painting." Stacy managed to keep herself composed while she explained why they were there. Most of the time, when it came to art, especially such an important piece of art, she could stay focused on the art, even when talking to a handsome black man like Mr. Roberson. Though the way his impressive organ had started to grow had made it much more difficult.
"A national treasure." Genevieve cut in since it was more than just a painting.
"She's right, the painting truly is a national treasure." Stacy concurred.
"And you think I can help you find this... treasure?" Curtis was intrigued.
"We truly hope so, Mr. Roberson." Emily chimed in as the three women all nodded.
At that point, the girls and Curtis heard a small honk from Jeb's tractor. Jeb and Joanna waved goodbye as they drove by.
Since it was an old single-seat tractor, Joanna had to sit on Jeb's lap, something she enjoyed doing. Of course, she didn't just sit on his lap, she pulled up her dress and sat down on her husband's crotch with her bare bottom. It was something she loved to do for her husband, knowing how much he had thought of her with Curtis during his workday.
Like he always did when Joanna sat down on his lap, Jeb had tenderly looked up at his wife and confessed his love.
"I love you." It had become a romantic ritual after Joanna had been with a black man, and Jeb just loved to feel Joanna press her chunky butt cheeks down onto his crotch.
Naturally, Joanna had replied with an affectionate, "I love you too," but she had also whispered something else into his ear.
"I want to kiss your penis when we get home." Joanna smiled and gave her husband a light kiss on his neck.
Wow...
Jeb saw the love in his wife's eyes. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure if he could hold on until they got home. With every bump in the road, his penis would push up against Joanna's amazing butt, which usually made him come in his pants.
Curtis and the girls watched Jeb and Joanna drive off and waved goodbye.
"Nice man and his wife seemed nice as well." Genevieve wasn't sure if they would have found Mr. Roberson's place if it hadn't been for the nice farmer.
"Yeah, Jeb's a good man, and Joanna sure is a good woman." Curtis nodded with a small smile on his face. His cock stiffened to the point where a single drop of precum fell from its tip when he thought of bedding Joanna, something the girls all noticed.
A gentle sigh left the girls when they saw his black manhood rise a few inches. For a moment, they were all down on their knees worshipping his big cock. Kissing his lengthy shaft and huge balls. Kissing the bulbous head of his black cock.
"So, what were you saying about the painting?" Curtis had stood there for a moment, admiring their lustful glances along with their naked beauty, whilst they stared at his manhood.
A wave of heat flushed over the girls as they realized Mr. Roberson had caught them. Their nipples hardened further, betraying their desire, and a mix of impoliteness and excitement flickered in their eyes.
"Ehm... Well, you see, Mr. Roberson..." Unexpectedly, it was Stacy who shed her embarrassment first and began to explain.
"We just recently discovered that the artist behind the famed painting was a man by the name of Charles Williams. And after months of digging, we were able to find his last living relative." Stacy's expression changed from flustered to one of excitement, and with it, revealed that Curtis was the last remaining relative.
"You, Mr. Roberson, you are the last living relative of Mr. Charles Williams." Genevieve was too excited not to cut in.
"And though it may be a long shot, we were hoping that perhaps the painting had been passed down to you." Emily chimed in.
"I see. Well, the name actually does ring a bell, but I'm not sure from where." Curtis thought about it for a while. He had a lot of old stuff that had been left to him by his parents and grandparents.
A sense of elation spread amongst the girls when Mr. Roberson recognized the name.
"There might be something in one of the trunks in the barn, but it's a mess in there." Curtis thought for a moment while enjoying Emily's womanly curves.
"I'll tell you what, I have a few things to fix in the barn before tomorrow. If you give me a hand around the place today, Jeb and I will clear it out tomorrow after we've repaired the doors to the barn. Sound good?" Curtis looked at the girls who lit up.
"That sounds amazing, Mr. Roberson, thank you." Stacy was more than thrilled at the possibility that they might find the painting tomorrow, or at least some clue as to where it might be. Though spending the day and night in Mr. Roberson's company, helping him out, whilst also being completely naked, did appeal to her even more.
