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<color><param>0100,0100,0100</param><smaller>Bearing Gifts
by Lord Malinov
<<malinov@ev1.net>
~~~
The summer after our second child was born proved the most
sexual
three months of all our lascivious years together. Pregnancy left
us both starving for uninhibited pleasure and as two intelligent
creative adults, we had no trouble finding means to satisfy our
carnal desires.
I had started my regime of writing Diana daily when she was
still in the hospital, and found it a marvelous way to make her
anticipate my return home from work. Accepting the inescapable
sleeplessness that comes from constantly feeding a newborn infant,
we simply resigned ourselves to the advantages of foregoing sleep
altogether and in the heat of a wicked July wore no more clothing
than feeding a baby requires.
At the office, I cunningly prepared a hundred brochures for "Byron's
Head Shop" which promised cunnilingual expertise for the low, low
price of five dollars per oral orgasm. As a summer promotion, each
customer received free panties with every visit. I put my clever
advertisement in every book, magazine, drawer, cupboard and table our
house held, delighting in the embarrasment I caused any guests who dared
invade our lusty privacy. With only one customer, I made about
two-hundred dollars the first month, although I think I spent three
hundred on panties. I was never very good at business, but I did know how
keep my customer satisfied. Maybe I should have bought a bigger truck. .
. .
When autumn returned along with my second year of night school and a baby
who would sleep through the night, we found ourselves searching for new
modes of expression in our mutual lust-quest. One day I came home from
class to discover Diana quite excited. After the children were in bed,
she took me to our bedroom, where she hooked up the video camera to the
television.
"Let me show you what I made for you," she said as she slipped beside me
on the wide bed. "I had fun making it." Picking up the remote, she
pressed <<Play>.
The view focussed on a white porcelain toilet standing alone in a
small family bathroom - our downstairs bathroom with dusty pink walls and
dark pine cabinets. After a few moments, the lower torso of a woman
entered the space, looking delicious in a red silk blouse, tight black
leather skirt and dark stockings. Supple hands reached under the short
hem and dropped white lace panties down her lean thighs as she sat down on
the gaping seat. The tinkle of pee gently filtered from the speaker
before she reached for a few sheets of paper. As she pressed the folds of
downy softness between her legs she slightly spread her thighs and when
she let the paper drop into the abyss below, she continued to rub the neat
swelling hidden slightly by the blonde muff. Leaning back against the
fixture, she moaned.
As she began to prepare her exit, she noticed a naughty comic hidden in
the back of a magazine rack. The lace panties were quickly pressed down
past her knees and onto the floor as she began to play earnestly with
herself, looking through the erotic drawings. The comic fell to the
linoleum floor as she found the stiff nub of her clitoris and spread her
legs wide. I watched in amazement.
She reached into her purse and withdrew a small vibrator which
quickly began to play a rhythm over her puffy lips, murmuring as it
slid down and over and finally into her feverish maw. One hand
played the head while the other drove the buzzing phallus deep
inside.
Withdrawing the vibrator she lifted herself slightly and pressed the
narrow point of the cream colored stick against her asshole and moaned
wildly as she plunged the member into that darkness. She rubbed her clit
viciously and groaned in orgasmic spasms.
Thus spent, she lifted her panties up again and after rinsing the
vibrator in the sink, returned it to her purse. The light dimmed and
again the empty bowl sat quiet, innocent of all that had gone before.
"Wow," I said. "That was incredible."
"Wait," she replied. "There's more."
The light brightened and then faded again, focussed on a moist blonde cunt
spread open above a down comforter while two fingers teased her rigid
clit. The full pink lips gaped slightly as she reached out of view to
produce a natural looking dildo and brought it against her slick pursed
lips. With a deft motion she slid the thick rubber staff inside her and
she intently pounded the wide soft peach root against her wet furred
opening. As the excitement began to take her breath, she pulled the
glistening cock out again and poised the rod up from the white bed spread.
Turning her back to the lens, she rose above the arrow and with a quick
descent Diana began to ride, her ass bearing down to swallow the dildo
deep inside in her scarlet pussy and up again to let the rubber prick head
linger at her anxious portal.
The scene changed suddenly as a strobe light lit a gleaming white
bathtub while Madonna's "Erotica" began to pulse nearby. Diana
stepped into the flashing white light and pulled the removable shower
nozzle from its holder and slowly and sensuously moistened her creamy
skin. Methodically showering, she doused her golden hair until it clung
to her shoulders, black in the pulsations of light. Diana teased her dark
nipples with the shower spray and then aimed the watery staff at the light
floss below her soft stomach. She quickly leaned back against the tile
wall, pressing her pelvis forward to catch the aquatic lick against her
anxious clitoris and then teased herself in the sudden splashes of white.
Her lean legs spread wide and Diana looked wantingly into the camera as
the waves of pleasure caught her and she began to moan. Her body twitched
as she surrendered to the long rush of orgasm and the music swelled as a
thick white fog softened and embraced her trembling delights.
"Wow."
"I want to take more video," Diana said seriously. "But I'll
need your help. Good film is hard to make without someone behind
the camera."
"I'm your man," I said. I'm sure glad that's right.
~~~
Bearing Gifts
by Lord Malinov
<<malinov@ev1.net>
<nofill>
Power belongs to those who dare . . . Sapere aude
<http://users.ev1.net/~dccain/malinov/>
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