It was nearly closing time at the art museum I had wandered into when I came upon a full-size reproduction of Renoir’s painting “The Bathers.”

I was stunned by its size and its beauty. The painting was huge, and the sexy naked women in it were as large as life.

My eyes feasted on every delicious contour of the two voluptuous bodies in the foreground of the painting. Their full, shapely breasts and pink nipples begged to be kissed and sucked. I just knew that out of sight, between their luscious thighs, their tight warm pussies were juicing up, eager to welcome a big stiff cock. A cock as stiff as mine was getting to be.

I was startled from my trance when a soft, sultry voice beside me said, “Do you like it?”

Lost in my salacious thoughts, I wasn’t sure at first whether the girl standing beside me in the tan security uniform meant pussy or the painting. But of course it was the latter. “I love it,” I answered, which would have been true in any case. She must have liked my answer, because she moved a little closer to me, and I felt the pressure of her large firm breast against my arm. I bent forward a little to try to minimize the growing bulge in the front of my pants, but it didn’t help much.

The girl bore an amazing resemblance to one of the naked ladies in the painting, the one closest to the viewer. Auburn locks framed her pretty face. Her soft brown eyes looked steadily into mine, and her moist, voluptuous lips, holding the promise of endless erotic delights, curved upward in a friendly smile. Her tight uniform pants showed off the plump lips of her pussy and her shapely ass cheeks. That got me even more excited. I felt a drop of precome oozing out of the head of my cock.

“I see you’re enjoying the painting,” she said, glancing down at my pants with a wry smile. “I hate to interrupt your viewing pleasure, but it’s nearly closing time, so I have to ask you to leave.”

“Sure,” I said, “Sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” she said. Then, after a brief pause, she went on, “I can see that you really like Renoir. I’m very fond of him too.” She paused for a brief moment, then continued, “In fact, if you’d like to stop by my apartment for a drink after we close, I’ll show you my personal collection of Renoir prints.”

“I’d love to,” I said truthfully, trying not to show my surprise.

“All right. Wait for me out in front, and I’ll be out in a few minutes. By the way, I’m Tully.”

I told her my name, and watching the well-oiled movement of her deliciously rounded ass cheeks as she walked away, I felt excitement in my spine that hardened my cock even more.

True to her word, she came out of the museum a few minutes later, and we walked to her apartment, which was only a few blocks away. Her place was small but neatly furnished, and sure enough, the walls were covered with Renoir prints. Most prominently, in the middle of the living room wall, above the couch, hung a full-sized print of “The Bathers.” It dominated the wall, if not the entire apartment. The bodies of the naked women looked real enough to make me want to reach out and stroke their soft, velvety flesh.

“Sit down for a minute and enjoy the painting,” Tully said. “I’ll be back in a second.”

I sat in a chair and gazed once again at the alluring bodies in the large painting. As before, I soon felt my cock stiffening into full erection.

Tully came back a minute later. She had changed out of her uniform into a light apricot-colored kimono, open wide enough in the front to show a good portion of her full, gorgeous boobs. She sat down beside me on the couch and crossed her legs, revealing a great expanse of shapely, tempting thigh.

“I can tell you like this print as much as the one in the museum,” she murmured, smiling and glancing down at the formidable bulge in my pants. “I like it a lot,” I answered, letting my eyes wander freely now over her mouth-watering body.

She smiled again. “Some people say that I look like the girl in the painting.” she told me. “The one in front.”

“Well, yes, I can see that,” I said. “Your face has a remarkable resemblance to hers.”

“Just my face?” she asked.

“Well,” I replied carefully, “the rest of you is pretty well covered, so I can’t really tell.”

“Maybe this will help you,” Tully said, throwing her kimono open and slipping it off. As I stared, she stretched herself out on the couch, adopting the exact pose of the girl in the picture. Now that she was completely naked, the total resemblance was amazing.

“God, you’re her!” I exclaimed, nearly falling off my chair. Tully was obviously pleased with my answer. “There’s one thing wrong with that painting, though,” she told me. “That girl should have raised her leg a little, so we could see her pussy. Like this.” And with that she opened her thighs wide enough to show me the pink, inviting lips of her vagina, nestled in the soft, auburn hair of her bush. That did it! I was too hot to hold back any longer. I slid out of my chair and went to my knees in front of her. Starting just above her knees, I began to kiss my way up the soft, silky skin of her inner thighs. She threw her head back and inhaled sharply as my hot lips slid over her skin. I slowly kissed my way higher and higher up her deliciously rounded thighs, and she rocked her pelvis into my face as my lips neared her garden of dreams. Soon my lips were brushing the soft curly hair just above her pussy. I inhaled the smoky aroma. Then, clutching her firm round ass cheeks, I pulled her close and pushed my face into her crotch. Thrusting my tongue into her juicy cleft, I licked at her quivering cunt walls, savoring her rich tangy taste. She moaned softly as my tongue probed more deeply, putting her hands on my head to pull me still harder against her.

When my tongue slid out of her and found her rigid clit she cried out, arching her back and rocking her loins forcefully against me. Then her body suddenly went stiff as a board, her pussy twitching and spasming as she arched off the couch with a shrill cry of completion. I licked up the fresh flow of juices from her pussy until she slowly relaxed and went limp, breathing hard. This woman had me half crazy with desire. I opened my pants, pulled out my stiff dick and buried it into her still twitching love tunnel with one thrust.

Tully moaned, and her body came alive again as I commenced to fuck her. I kissed her tits all over and sucked on the nipples that thrust up hard as bullets from her large, dark areolae. I was in heaven as I plunged my cock deep into her tight, volcanic pussy. She twisted and bucked beneath me, meeting each stroke of my tool with her lunging hips. I tried to hold back, but her glove-tight cunt was too much, and soon I exploded into her, shooting hot endless spurts of thick come into the depths of her body.

I rolled off her then and lay down on my back on the carpet, my now drained dick, glistening with our juices, lying limply against my thigh.

Tully, however, made it clear she wanted more. She crouched over me, took my flaccid tool in her hand and hungrily licked the head of it. The delicious sensation of her tongue darting over my cock sent sparks down my spine and into my balls. In a surprisingly short time, my dick was once again rock-hard and erect as ever.

Tully then swung her shapely ass around and lowered her crotch to my straining cock. Grasping it gently in her fingers, she guided the head of it between her cunt lips. Then she slowly sank down over my shaft. It was an incredible feeling as inch after inch of my rigid pole was devoured by that hot, tight pussy. She fucked me slowly then, taking me in down to the base with each stroke. I was able to hold out longer this time, and Tully came twice more before I exploded inside her again.

For a long time after that, Tully and I got together several times a week and fucked each other’s brains out. But I think I really liked it best the first time — when I first fucked her under the watchful eyes and luscious naked bodies of Renoir’s bathers.