1) Martha’s shapely ass glows softly from the opaque morning light seeping through the window of the quaint Cape Cod bungalow as I do her from behind.
2) Martha mounts me in a gorgeous oak four-post bed. The weight of her body and an ornamental wreath hung around her neck pushes me deeper into the familiar comfort of the delicate goose-down duvet. We have sex in the out-dated missionary position. The duvet has pictures of Spider-Man.
3) We sip cognac from enchanting French crystal snifters while we sit pensively in front of the fireplace in the trophy room of a southern plantation. She whisks me atop the billiard table, racks my balls and chalks the tip of my schvantz.
4) Light finger-foods and other assorted snacks precede a festive session of oral pleasures. The oral pleasures are also pleasing to the eye because Martha hot-glued a lace ribbon to my dong. Afterward, we pick flowers in the greenhouse where once again I do her doggy-style.
5) Having traveled to Brazil for Christmas, we ring in the occasion by celebrating in the style of the natives of Rio de Janeiro — by stripping down to g-strings, adorning ourselves with sequins and costume jewelry, and then humping like a pack of horny dingos.
6) My arms are bound with leather straps scrapped from a beat-up sofa Martha retrieved from behind the liquor store. The straps are coated in mink oil to slide comfortably on my wrists. She has prepared a switch from the birch tree on the eastern edge of the property which she uses to spank my bare bottom. Then she lights a scented candle and allows the molten wax to drip on my nipples. We fuck the regular way, from behind, with a dot of chalk on the end of my salami.
7) The marble counter in the master bathroom is quite cold against my buttocks as Martha shaves my sack with a straight-razor. A mustachioed Italian butcher sings the Barber of Seville a capella. The bath, having already been drawn, makes for a delightful holiday treat as she bathes me, preparing me for a night of upper-class debauchery. She tea-bags me for seven or eight minutes until I can no longer contain my passion. I pull her by the hair and drag her to the toilet where I fuck her like a French auto mechanic.
8) Ornate stained-glass windows add color to an otherwise dreary library. Having anticipated a romp in this classically decorated haven of knowledge, I remove my gay apparel and unroll a three-foot rubber cock from a hollowed-out copy of Joys of Yiddish (large print edition) and I go to work. In a froth, I suggest a threesome. This angers Martha and I wind up jerking off to a drawing of a chick in a Spider-Man comic. A few hours later, all is forgiven and we dart nude through the spacious foyer, past the dining room and back into the trophy room. I lick egg nog from her navel and sing Christmas carols to her ass. We hop onto the billiard table again where we fuck like five Mormons on their honeymoon. Afterwards I throw her house keys into an old-style Victorian alligator swamp and jerk off into the fondue.
[c] 2002 Russ of America
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“take care of Martha” in exchange for legal absolution? >wink wink<
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