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A Christmas Present for Aurora

We stay with Lush friends over Christmas, and swap partners for forty eight hours of amazing sex
I wrote this for a very special Lush friend – she knows who she is, but for the purposes of the story I shall call her Aurora, the Roman goddess of dawn. She is my goddess and muse, and her unbounded and generous sexuality is my inspiration. The idea came to me in the post orgasmic glow of a very hot and mutually pleasurable chat session on Lush, when we shared many delightfully erotic intimacies. It is my rhapsody to sexual pleasure and abandon, and I hope that lushies find it as arousing to read as I did to write, and that it will provoke such exquisite sensations that it becomes a pathway to erotic nirvana. Sadly, it is unlikely that this fantasy of our coupling will ever be realised in real life in a true consummation of mutual desire, but one can always dream.

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I crept into your bedroom early on Boxing Day morning to be greeted by one of the most divine visions one could imagine. You were lying on the bed on your tummy, naked and with your legs apart. In you right hand your were holding your new Christmas present from me, a Hitachi magic wand, gently pressing it against your engorged labia, the lips slightly parted to reveal the pink wet depths within. Your hips were gently rising and falling, and you were moaning quietly as exquisite sensations vibrated through your pussy.

You had not seen or heard me, your eyes shut in deep concentration on your own pleasure, as you sought the pinnacle of release in your first orgasm of the day. I stretched out my hand to caress the twin white globes of your bottom, and then bent to kiss you, licking your lips ever so gently to begin with. Our kiss soon grew heated, our mouths opened and our tongues began their own little dance of seduction, as we inhaled each other's breath – our essence – in a foretaste of our coming union. I slipped my hand between the cheeks of your bottom and inserted two fingers between your delectable lips and into your tutu, as you call it, and slowly started to stimulate your g-spot. After a few minutes I withdrew them, causing you to sigh in disappointment, and brought them to my mouth to sample the ambrosia of your juices.

You had invited my wife, Susie, and I to join you for Christmas, and the previous evening, at the end of a really lovely day enjoying your warm and generous hospitality, we had watched you and Simon fucking slowly and decorously in front of the fire, before returning the compliment for your delectation. Watching Simon's beautiful cock disappearing between the lips of your pussy until he was balls deep inside you was one of the most erotic things I have witnessed, and the sight of your face as you climaxed together in rapture was almost religious in its intensity.

This morning it was my turn to lose myself within your welcoming velvety depths, before making an offering of my seed in that holy shrine, in a moment of divine exaltation. Susie was already in your spare bed giving Simon a slow and seductive blow job, before riding him to her first taste of paradise that morning – there would surely be more to come, as over the next twenty four hours we set out to sample all manner of variations of love making that four people can imagine.

I started to kiss my way across your soft shoulders, before starting my progress down your back to the promised land. I parted the cheeks of your bottom, and kissed and licked your pretty little rosebud of an anus before extending my tongue as far as it would go into your open and welcoming tutu, which was slowly pulsing in time with your fluttering heart beat. You continued to stimulate your clitoris with your new toy, and soon your hips were rising and falling in a faster and faster tempo. Your eyes were shut and your mouth open in an O of utter abandonment to the sensations which were now washing through your body in ripples of increasing intensity.

Soon I could feel your orgasm beginning, as your tutu started to flutter and spasm, the muscles around its entrance contracting around my tongue. Then you started to scream with joy, as your climax swept through you, consuming you in wave after wave of incandescent pleasure. Your rapture seemed to go on forever, an eternity of exquisite sensations in a few minutes of real time, for you were beyond time and space in that wonderland of sexual heaven.

As your passion subsided, I slipped off my robe, and lay along your back, feeling the softness of your naked flesh pressed against mine, my rampant cock nestling between the cheeks of your bottom, ready to begin its own journey of exploration into a new land of bliss. I tucked my hands beneath your chest to find and fondle you beautiful soft breasts, my fingers pinching your erect nipples. You turned your head and we resumed our kisses, our joint heart beats starting to rise in a unison, whilst our bodies sought that ephemeral harmony which is the fusion of souls. you reached back and taking my cock in your hand you guided me deep into the heart of your pussy, until my balls were resting against your erect and inflamed clitoris.

We rested for a moment in perfect stillness, enjoying for the first time that sense of wonder which comes with the fusion of bodies. We then started to ride together, matching the movement of our hips as I thrust in and out of you, pulling out until only the head of my cock was embedded in your heat, before driving all the way back in. The feeling of your inner lips and the muscles of your tutu massaging and caressing my shaft as I slid in and out of you was almost overwhelming. Soon the increasing rhythm of our bodies indicated that our mutual release would not be long in coming. I could feel a delicious warmth spreading through my abdomen, and a sweet sensation, like a spear, rising up from the base of my cock, soon to burst out into your body in spasms of liquid fire.

After an few moments of agonising expectation, the damn burst. I thrust as hard as I could into your welcoming body, my muscles shuddering with the energy of my need to possess you utterly. My cock grew harder, straining to swell until it took over the whole of your body, and I could feel the mouth of your cervix opening as you tried to suck me further into your depths. The overwhelmingly sweet and painful sensation of my climax took over my body and mind until we seemed to be floating above the earth in a mist of golden light. Jet after jet of my seed spurted out of me with a feeling as if my cock was bursting, and soon our combined juices were forced back around my shaft to flood out of your tutu, coating our inner thighs and soaking the bed beneath us.

For a few wonderful moments we were one, fused together from our groins along the length of our bodies to our tongues, which were thrust deep into each other's mouths, our lips sealed together. We held our breath for that intense and infinite moment of utter abandonment to our mutual pleasure, before floating back down to earth cocooned in a downy pillow of contentment and love.

We fell asleep as we were, waking about half an hour later, ready and eager to explore this new day, a day that had started in such a miraculous fashion. In those moments of shared happiness, we had become new people, and the world had taken on a rosy glow which utterly banished the gloom of the winter's day outside the windows. Life for us would never be quite the same again, and later, over breakfast we learned with joy and wonder that our spouses had themselves experienced a similar epiphany.

It was one of those gloriously sunny and still days, a brief interlude in a winter of fierce storms. After showering together, which was in itself delightful, and a filling breakfast of porridge, toast and kippers, washed down with lashings of strong sweet tea, we went for a long walk on the fells. We took lunch in a small pub before making our way back home, invigorated by the fresh air and exercise, and ready to resume our sexual journey.

As soon as we were back in the warmth of your cottage, we banked up the fire, and started to make love to each other's partner. Soon clothes were removed, until we were all naked, the sheen on our bodies glistening in the light of the fire. Simon and Susie were on the settee kissing passionately; she was straddling his thighs, her breasts pressed hard against his hairy chest, his hands beneath the cheeks of her bottom. They were moaning softly as they kissed, their chests heaving with the build up of their passion. We watched entranced, as Simon lifted her up, and slowly settled her down onto his cock, until every inch of his shaft was embedded inside her, her bottom resting on his thighs.

I was lying on the rug in front of the fire with you sitting on my chest so that I could lick your pussy, but we stopped what we were doing to watch Simon and Susie fucking in front of us, a sight of ineffable beauty. The rhythm of their mating, punctuated by the slapping of flesh on flesh, steadily and inexorably increased as they mounted towards their moment of climactic release and shared rapture. Their cries of passion grew louder and louder until they were echoing off the stone walls of the cottage. Their mating was intensely erotic, and my cock was as hard as steel, and your pussy was wide open and ripe for fucking, but still we watched until the critical moment arrived, and their simultaneous orgasms consumed them in an explosion of sexual frenzy.

As they relaxed in post coital languor, cuddled up on the settee, we stretched out on our sides in front of them on. I lay behind you and slowly and deliberately entered your love channel, and then started to fuck you, thrusting hard into your soft velvety depths, and causing you to squeal with pleasure. Soon we ceased to be aware of our surroundings, until we too arrived at our goal, as the inner fire of our passion consumed us in a blaze of liquid fire.

After a suitable interval, you and Susie went to prepare dinner, still naked except for your aprons, so that Simon and I were entertained by sensuous movement of your lovely bottoms as you moved around the kitchen, and the occasional glimpse of breasts, barely concealed by the bib of your aprons. Whilst we waited, Simon put on one of his favourite videos on the large plasma TV to the left of the fireplace, and we sipped a sociable glass of single malt whisky, whilst we watched three lovely girls pleasuring each other in all manner of delightful ways, the sound and sights of their orgasms refuelling our arousal.

After the dinner table had been cleared, over coffee and liqueurs, you announced that you and Susie would now like to entertain us, and she opened a cupboard and pulled out a Sybian, which she plugged into the mains. You both chose the dildo you would like to ride from an array of different shapes and sizes. Over the next thirty minutes or so, you gave us a show of incredibly erotic female orgasmic pleasure, as in turn you abandoned yourselves to the machine, completely lost in the wicked sensations that ripped through your bodies. By the end of the show, my cock was in a state of arousal that I had only experienced a few times before, throbbing and jerking with unrelieved tension, and the head, which was swollen and purple with engorged blood, felt as if it was going to burst.

That night the four of us explored an enchanted land of sensation and pleasure far beyond anything we had ever known before. My memories of exact details are hazy, but I do remember vividly fulfilling one of my greatest fantasies as I lay on my back with you riding my cock, whilst my wife took my anal virginity, as she thrust her strap-on in and out of my eager rectum. You and she were facing each other, kissing passionately, your hands fondling and caressing each others' breasts. Simon watched for a while, and then knelt at your side and offered you his rampant cock, which you both gratefully devoured, until he came in ribbons of come all over your faces and down onto your breasts.

After several hours of erotic abandon, exhausted, we went to bed. You and I slept in the spare bed, cuddled together, with my cock deep inside you, whilst Simon and Susie shared the main bedroom. She told me later that they fucked at least twice more before dawn's light stole through the curtains.

As we drove home that afternoon, we recounted for each others' pleasure everything that had happened to us during the previous forty eight amazing hours, and looked forward to the week we had planned for the spring at a health resort in Wales, and to the many hours of sexual debauchery and abandonment we would share with the two of you, as we explored further into the mountains of sexual bliss whose lower slopes we had crossed that unforgettable Christmas.

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