thighs.
'Fire! Fire!!'
Busti Noutalova screamed at the top of her considerable set of lungs. Everyone jumped then stared at my purloined apparatus. Flames were licking at the business end of El Muerto and an acrid burning plastic smell began to fill the air. For one moment the courtyard was deathly quiet then all hell broke loose. Someone (I suspect Sadie Brown) pushed me into the water and there was a great hissing and spitting as El Muerto proved true to its name and expired. There was a rousing cry of 'Take that, you bounder!' and a pellet from the Colonel's popgun hit Crapper squarely on the nose. He staggered forwards, promptly fell in the pool and the resulting tidal wave drenched the movie crew.
'Hey, let's do a wet 'n wild short! Get that camera rolling!'
In no time at all, Melvin's swimming pool was a mass of wriggling, splashing bodies. Skimpy fabric molded to big wet breasts and I found myself sandwiched between Busti Noutalova and a gorgeous East Indian girl with luscious real tits. Smiling, they divested me of the blackened remains of El Muerto, peeled back my soaking top and took a nipple each. I placed a hand on each of their busily suckling heads and gave myself up to sheer pleasure. In a shady corner of the courtyard, I spotted Melvin, a naked and squealing Baba bouncing up and down on his knee. I hoped he hadn't forgotten to take his heart medication. Suddenly, I realized that the camera was upon me. I smiled wantonly into the lens and the cameraman exclaimed.
'I know you – you're Titty Boomboom!'
'Yes! Ohhh, yesss!!'
Teasing fingers eased inside my sodden panties and found my swollen clit. Busti's incredible assets pressed against my own ample chest, threatening to suffocate me. But what a way to go.
'You were in 'Nympho Vixen Sluts Do Miami'.'
'Mmmm, ohh, yeahh!'
Someone had propped Crapper up on the shallow steps of the pool, where he slumped, Nero-esque with a garland of flowers upon his head. Baba had abandoned her husband and jumped into the frenzied melee with a gleeful war cry. I took the Indian girl's nipple into my mouth and sampled her juicy pulchritude. Titty Boomboom had made a comeback. The villains weren't villains at all. The real bad guy had got his just desserts and as for El Muerto… Well, a little modification here and there and I might just ask Melvin for a few shares in his company. I waved at the Colonel who replied with a smart salute. We'd think of a way to get the old man down. And Harry… Fond as I was of the insufferable clot, my days at the laundromat were well and truly done. Miss Lawrence was joining the circus. Pornywood was in my blood. I'd miss the buffoon but it was time to suck on the fuzz-free side of the lollipop. A bleached blonde head popped up from beneath the glittering waves. I planted a playful kiss on a pair of bright pink lips. Baba laughed.
'Life's too short not to have fun!'
I looked about me at the seething throng of smiling, naked forms.
'You're right, Baba. I might even get myself a boob job…'
