Fiction: Lighthouses of Pleasure

Evan Freeson fell back into the recliner. He was exhausted. A day of going through his Uncle’s belongings had wiped him out.

“Who knew Uncle Frank had so much shit?” Evan asked out loud.

The shit didn’t answer. Boxes of paintbrushes sat silently. Stacks of porn magazines held their counsel. There was no word from the ragged couch or the cheap coffee table. The rather hideous painting of a pink lighthouse was mute. The entire trailer kept quiet.

Evan shook his head. Uncle Frank was always a mystery. He sent cards to the family for the holidays and that was it. Evan had never met him. Evan’s father called his brother a weirdo. There was no great argument or acidic family grudge to explain the estrangement. It was if Uncle Frank and the rest of the family decided that they didn’t want anything to do with each other.

Uncle Frank had passed away last week. He had had a stroke outside his house. The police said it looked like he died trying to crawl back into the house. Evan, being the only unemployed adult member of the Freeson family, was given the task of sorting through Uncle Frank’s effects.

Evan laughed as he thought about Uncle Frank’s possessions. No one in the family knew what Uncle Frank did for a living. From what Evan had discovered, it was making awful paintings like the one hanging here now. The trailer was full of the paintings, each depicting a poorly drawn lighthouse of a tacky color next to an ocean of an equally garish color. Evan wasn’t an art critic but he knew sucky art when he saw it.

And yet, according to Uncle Frank’s bank accounts, the art was good enough to justify million dollar purchase prices. People from all over the world wired money to Uncle Frank’s account for these paintings. Millions went into his account every year.

But was there millions of dollars waiting in the bank for Evan to collect? Nope. Uncle Frank spent it as fast as he got it. He didn’t spend it on hookers and drugs, which would at least make sense to Evan. No, Uncle Frank spent it on exotic paints, expensive canvases and indescribable brushes. He spent thirty thousand dollars a month for brushes made from the hair of a Voluptumancer. What the fuck was that?

Evan tried to imagine how anyone could spend a million dollars on paintings like these. He re-examined the lighthouse painting. The base of the lighthouse was thinner than the top. The clouds had right angles. The ocean was a terrible green color that looked like old carpet. At the bottom of the painting, Uncle Frank had signed it and also titled it. The title was “Big Tits.” 

“What the fuck?” Evan said. Evan stared at the painting but he didn’t see big tits anywhere. All the paintings had similar titles. There was a lighthouse next to a red sea entitled “Spanked Asses”. Another lighthouse that was striped like a candy cane had the title of “Cock Suckers”. It was some sort of weird artisy-fartsy naming convention and Evan couldn’t figure it out for the life of him.

“It has to be a trick,” he said out loud. There was no way that these crudely drawn paintings could sell for anything. Uncle Frank must have been smuggling drugs or something. The money going in and out of his bank account was real but it had to be for something other than these shitty paintings. Evan wish he knew what it was but then again, maybe it was better that he didn’t know. It had to be something illegal.

Evan saw how late it was. He should be heading back to hotel. He needed a good rest before he tackled going through all this shit. Technically he was the executer of the estate and any money he could squeeze out of Uncle Frank’s possessions would help Evan out until he got a job. He didn’t know what the fuck a Roc was but he was going to figure out how to sell a canvas made of Roc hide.

He smiled as he thought of recouping even a fraction of the prices that Uncle Frank had bought these items at. It gave him a warm feeling all over his body.

It was the last thing that he thought of as his eyes closed and he went to sleep.

Evan opened his eyes to a pink world. The walls were pink. The ceiling was a darker shade of pink. The air around him had a pink tint. It was as if the entire world was being viewed through pink lenses.

He sat up and saw that he was in bed. The next thing that he noticed was that he was naked. A chill ran through him as he tried to remember what had happened. His cock was hard and fully erect despite his waking up in a strange place.

The sound of a wave crashing roared outside. Evan stood up and headed for the window. He had a bad feeling of what he would find.

The ocean was the color of old green carpet.

“Son of a bitch,” Evan whispered.

“He’s awake!” a voice cried out behind him.

Evan spun around as eight naked women walked into the bedroom. It was less of a walk and more like a bounce as each woman was preceded by their massive breasts. Evan gawked at the women’s unnaturally large breasts. He was amazed that they were all upright.

“Who are you?” Evan asked.

“He isn’t the Master!” said a woman with blonde hair.

“Of course he is the Master!” said a woman with red hair.

“He looks a little like the Master,” said a woman with black hair.

“His cock is much bigger than the Master’s,” said a woman with brown hair.

“It doesn’t matter if he is the old Master,” said a woman with white hair.

“That’s true,” said a woman with no hair at all. “If he is here, then he is the new Master and we shall serve him!”

“I want to serve the new Master first!” said a woman with long black braids.

“I shall serve his mouth while you serve his cock!” said a woman with blue hair.

“Who are you?” Evan repeated.

“We are your servants!” all eight women said at once.  They came closer. They licked their lips and squeezed their massive breasts.

Evan put his hands in front of his cock. “Where am I?”

“You are at the Big Tit Lighthouse,” said the woman with white hair.

“On the shores of the Astral Main!” said the woman with blue hair.

“I am having a seizure,” Evan said. “Something in my uncle’s trailer gave him a stroke and now it is giving me one. I’m dying.”

“I hope so!” the woman with blonde hair said. “If you die here, then you will stay forever and we can serve you!”

They had him surrounded now. His back was to the window. First they reached out with their hands. Eight pairs of gentle hands stroked, petted and touched his body. As the got closer, he felt the warm softness of their breasts pressing against him. It was the look in their eyes that made the biggest impression. All eight were dying for his approval.

“How did I get here?” he asked.

“The old Master created the portal,” the bald woman said. “He created all the portals. When one sleeps next to a portal, their soul is sent to the ether where it is drawn to the lighthouse. Your soul will return with the first rays of dawn.”

“That is too much crazy,” Evan said. “My seizures are more creative than I am.”

“Master!” said the woman with black hair. “Squeeze my breast!”

“Please rest your head between my tits, Master!” said the woman with white hair.
“Rest your cock on my tits, master!” said the woman with long braids.

Their voices pleaded with him. The groped and squeezed their breasts as they urged him to touch them. They massaged their giant tits as they begged to be fucked, groped and used.

The absurdity of the pink surroundings melted away as he focused on their tits. The ugly green ocean continued to roar but all he could hear were the voices. The insanity of what was happening was forgotten as his desire for tits increased.

“Fuck it, if I am going to have a seizure, I might as well enjoy it,” Evan thought. He reached for a breast. It belonged to the woman with red hair. His fingers sank into softest breast he had ever felt.

“Oh my God,” Evan whispered.

“You are our God,” the redhead said.

Evan believed her.

The women gently pulled him towards the bed. It was easy. He fell into the bed and eight women fell on top of him. He was smothered in tits and flesh.

Evan didn’t resist for a second.

The women moved around him. They giggled as they moved, acting out a careful choreography that was second nature. In seconds, Evan’s head was resting on a breast while another breast was pressed to his eager lips. Each hand was pulled to other breasts and he squeezed gleefully. Someone pressed their breasts to his feet and he delighted in the strange sensations.

Someone spit on his cock. He couldn’t see who was doing it and he didn’t care. His cock was slid between two tits and he was embraced in heat. Up and down, the tits slid around his cock and Evan didn’t care if he was dead because this had to be heaven.

Evan climaxed quickly. It was inevitable. It was a lucky day if he had sex with one woman, much less eight heavily endowed women who were pledged to serve him. His cock erupted and made a sticky mess between warm tits.

“Fuck!” Evan yelled with pleasure.

“Fuck!” he yelled again, this time with rage.

“What is the matter, Master?” said the woman with the long black braids. Her tits were covered in his seed.

“I came already,” he said. “It’ll be another hour before I can pop another load.”

The women giggled. The woman with long black braids shook her head. “Maybe in the other world that is true but we are here where the oceans of desire crash on fantasy’s shores. You can come as much as you desire.”

“Really?” Evan said.

“Let me show him!” said the woman with blonde hair.

She took his cock into her mouth. Despite having just climaxed, Evan enjoyed every lick of her willing tongue. He didn’t have his usual after-climax sensitivity. He didn’t have that drained feeling from having just come. His cock felt as fresh and strong as if he hadn’t had sex in a week.

The blonde woman went further down and her breasts smashed against Evan’s legs. He reached down and cupped one of her breasts as she sucked him. She moaned her appreciation and her moans vibrated up and down his cock.

He came in the blonde woman’s mouth in a matter of minutes. She swallowed all of him. When she finally released his cock from her mouth, his cock was still hard.

Next he mounted the woman with the blue hair. He fucked between her legs as he bounced on top of her tits. He came between her thighs as she screamed her pleasure.

The woman with no hair bent over for him and he mounted her from behind. He watched her massive breasts swing with every thrust. When he climaxed, he came on her ass.

He wanted more. He laid back and let the woman with brown hair mount his cock. As she bounced on him, he commanded the white haired woman to sit on his face. One hand on each of their breasts, he ate pussy as he was fucked. He climaxed buried under two pussies.

Evan had more fantasies to explore. The redhead laid on her stomach and spread her ass for him. His cock, slick from pussy and so much seed, slipped right into her. He fucked the redhead’s ass as woman after woman offered their tits for his mouth. He was sucking on the bald woman’s nipple when he came inside the redhead’s ass.

After that, he let all eight women jerk him off at the same time. He climaxed on multiple breasts. He came in all of their mouths. He indulged in every fantasy that he had and the women were happy to serve. The ocean roared outside as he spilled his seed over and over again.

Evan woke up. His mouth was still trying to bite the nipple that had been in his mouth moments ago. The dawn sun peeked through the trailer window.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He unzipped his pants. His cock was bright red from last night’s events. It was also sore to the touch.

“So, magic paintings,” Evan said. It explained the money. It explained the paintings. Heck, it even explained the porn. It must have been research.

“Wait, how many paintings are there?” he said aloud. He figured that there was at least thirty. Visions of money danced before him. He didn’t know who he was going to sell them to but he did have Uncle Frank’s records. It shouldn’t be too hard to find a find. He had thirty paintings to sell. He was going to be set for life!

But first, he had thirty paintings to try out. He might want to keep one.

Or two.