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 Archive name: visual.txt (mf,voy,exhib)
 Authors name: Malinov (malinov@mindless.com)
 Story title : VISUAL FEAST

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 Visual Feast
 by Lord Malinov

 ~~~

 I knew Trish was growing restless.  Part of it was the
 winter.  She doesn't like the cold.  She doesn't like
 the constant chill that shivers her bones and she
 doesn't like the formless thick layer of wool she needs
 to fight the chill off.  Trish longed desperately for
 those bright sunny days when spring finally surrenders
 to summer.  

 We had early February.  I would have taken Trish on a
 cruise, if we could have afforded the time, but we
 couldn't and so there was no point in dreaming of lazy
 bikini clad lounging on a tropical deck.  

 Winter would have to be endured.

 But it was more than just the weather.  I don't know.
 It was many things.  Trish had been struggling lately
 with the sheer tedium of life, the day-in and day-out
 attention to everyday responsibility, doing her part
 to make our lives manageable.  I could see it in her
 eyes, the weary ocean-blue gaze of a woman who had
 dreamed of a faster, more exciting existence, where
 her skills were sharp and feared, where her will to
 conquer roused an active wariness in her foes. Trish
 wanted more.  I knew it, but what could I do?  We had
 to get past the present before anything would change.

 Anyway, I was wishing I could give Trish something to
 get her jets started, to stir her from the doldrums of
 her boredom.  We had a sitter for Saturday night and I
 thought I'd take her out for a good Italian dinner and
 then some dancing at one of the hotter clubs downtown.
 She always liked that.

 "What do you want to do tonight?" Trish asked as she
 pulled a brush gently through her golden blonde hair.
 A faint dose of makeup had given her features a subtle,
 arousing beauty and with the soft curls imparted to her
 long, fine hair, Trish looked truly stunning.  I stood
 in the bathroom door, watching her tits rise succulent-
 ly with each lift of her tortoise-shell brush.

 I told her the plans I had conjured, pleased with my-
 self for finding an itinerary I believed would please
 Trish in every way.  Looking at my reflection in the
 mirror with pleading, limpid eyes, Trish slightly
 opened her mouth.  My prick stirred rapidly at the
 sight of her desire.

 "Listen," she said, although my attention was already
 rapt, "I was talking to Linda, you know, my hairdres-
 ser, and she asked if we'd like to come to a party at
 her place."

 "Sure," I said at once.  Trish resumed her brushing,
 smiling wickedly as she spoke.

 "She's a wild girl, you know, and I think this is going
 to be a pretty wild party."

 "Oh," I said, completely intrigued by the hints I read
 in Trish's blush. 

 "I mean, we don't have to stay if we get there and ..."
 Trish put down her brush and pulled her hair back to
 catch it in a dark comb.

 "Sure," I said.  "What kind of wild?  Beer and biker
 wild?  Opium lords and kickback payments?"  I shrugged
 and smiled nervously.  If it weren't for my wish to
 please my wife, I would probably rarely venture out at
 all.  Trish has always found new ways to make my blood
 surge.

 "Well, no," said Trish.  Her pink nipples hardened
 tight despite the bathroom's steamy heat.  "You'll like
 Linda," she said.  "She's very pretty, with thick
 chestnut hair and big brown eyes that always seem to
 be implying something naughty."

 "Oh," I said.  "Oh."

 I watched lasciviously as Trish pulled a pair of white
 lace panties over her exquisite round ass.  Although we
 have three children, Trish looks better today than she
 did when I met her, barely ripe at twenty-two.  I savor
 every glance I steal of her firm, lithe body. Trish
 knows I watch her and loves me more for my focussed
 attention, teasing me with flashy bends, slow hip
 swings and gratuitous squeezes of her tits.  She slowly
 pulled on a pair of white stockings, deliberately
 taunting my stare as she adjusted the lacy tops so they
 would grip the creamy flesh of her lean thighs.  Trish
 took a blue dress from her closet and stepped into the
 opened neck.  

 "Zip me," she said.  I rushed to my husbandly duty.
 "How do I look?" she asked, twirling away from my
 fingers just as I closed the zipper. The royal blue of
 her silky dress reflected in her eyes and I marvelled
 at the joy Trish seemed to feel.  I lavished her with
 praise.  Then as she stepped into a pair of blue pumps,
 I noticed the slight jiggle of her loose breast under
 the snug fit of her dress. The bump of her nipple
 pushed on the fabric.

 "Very nice," I averred.

 Since we had an early sitter, Trish did allow me to
 take her out for a bite of Italian food.  The host, a
 young dark man stared indecorously at my wife as he
 showed us to our table, hungrily studying the pale
 flesh exposed by her low neckline and the waggle of
 her caboose under her short skirt.  Trish gobbled the
 youth's attention with a provocative smile.  Charmed
 to be the escort of such a dish, I gallantly ordered
 us a more mundane meal.

 Trish never could resist a big plate of clams and
 buttery fettuccine, a warm basket of bread and a bottle
 of Chardonnay.  As we ate, Trish spoke excitedly about
 how much she really wanted to just forget everything
 for a while and let go.  She told me briefly of the
 struggle she was having with feeling unexpressive in
 her role, dashing into talk of hope and a craving for
 some real excitement.  Trish had been an actress,
 before life grew serious, and I knew exactly what she
 wanted; the roar of the crowd.

 Linda lived in a reasonably normal suburban house in a
 neighborhood of hedges, lawns and young trees.  Al-
 though a north wind streamed cold, Trish stood,
 uncharacteristically calm, warmed perhaps by some inner
 fire.  As promised, a beautiful brunette opened the
 door with wide, intriguing eyes and a slightly las-
 civious smile.

 "Trish!" said Linda, happily.  "I'm so glad you could
 come."

 "I just had to," said Trish.  "Linda, this is my hus-
 band, Steve."  Linda turned an inquisitive glance
 toward me.  I nodded.

 "Charmed," I said.

 "I hope so," said Linda, her voice tickling me as she
 took my hand and drew us into the house.  A faint grey
 smoke hovered in the living room, rich with the sweet
 aroma of incense, smoke and food.  The entrance hallway
 had been fairly well lit, but only dim lights illumi-
 nated the other rooms.  I counted maybe a dozen people
 sitting on the sofa, standing by the window, lounging
 on large throw pillows scattered over the rug.

 "Everyone," said Linda in a quiet voice which never-
 theless caught the group's notice  "This is Trish and
 Steve."  A few voices spoke general greetings from the
 shadowy reaches.  "Can I get you something to drink?"
 Linda asked.

 "Sure," said Trish.  "Let me help."  Turning to me, my
 wife said, "Mingle," and she went laughing toward the
 kitchen.  I looked at the dark room, hesitantly.  Small
 talk is not my forte, and I felt doubly quelled by the
 intimacy that seemed to pervade the room. People spoke,
 but in almost hushed tones.  I took a turn around the
 room, studying the crowd, looking for some public note
 to chime in on or, at least, some reasonable place to
 stand.  I finally settled in a comfortable chair and
 leaned back to watch.  

 A short red-haired woman with a slim figure and jutting
 round bottom stood to one side.  I leered indecorously
 at her rear, guarded in my impolite stare by the dark.
 After several minutes of study, I concluded from the
 soft bulges of her pale skirt that Blaze (as I dubbed
 her) wore garters but no panties.  A buxom bleach
 blonde spoke with quiet animation to a dark, sinister
 looking fellow.  Her legs had long, sculptured lines
 that made me yearn for the last hidden inch up her
 skirt.  Another dusty haired woman ... 

 "There you are," said Trish, handing me a glass.

 "Pretty wild," I said with a jovial sarcasm.

 "Yeah," said Trish, clinking my glass with hers.

 "You know what," I said quietly, "I have never seen
 such an attractive bunch of people."

 "I know," Trish said, sitting on the arm of my chair
 and brushing a hand along my thigh.  "This should be
 great."

 "What will?" I asked.

 "All right," said Linda, "we're ready to get started."
 Linda stepped into the middle of the room.  "Let's put
 on a show.  Jim, could you turn on the television?"

 Jim stepped over to a reasonably large television set
 against the wall opposite my chair and after a quick
 search of the controls, clicked it on.  The screen
 flickered slightly and then focussed.  

 "Turn down the music," said Linda as she nestled down
 on the sofa. Jim obliged, turning the stereo knob.  A
 picture formed on the television.

 A woman, a tall, oriental looking woman sat on the edge
 of a bed.  Looking directly into the camera, she smiled
 with a broad, lovely smile.

 Hands, strong, masculine hands reached around from
 behind the woman and began to unfasten the buttons that
 ran down the front of her black dress.  She wiggled as
 the hands slowly descended to the next button.

 Turning slightly, she said, "This is fun."  A glimpse
 of the man behind her revealed a strong, broad
 shouldered man.  His fingers grew more deft, unhooking
 each button with greater speed.  She smiled and then
 waved at the camera.  Reaching the final button, he
 drew back the open front.  She wore a black lace
 brassiere and french cut panties that dipped just
 beneath the pucker of her belly button.

 "You look fantastic," he said softly as he pulled the
 dress from her shoulders and down her long arms.  She
 shivered slightly and licked her red lips with a long
 pink tongue.  He fumbled behind her, working at the
 clasp of her bra and with a jerk the garment fell limp.
 Faint nipples tipped her well-formed breasts, poking
 forward as he cupped her tits and squeezed.

 Trish moved down off the arm of the chair and next to
 me.  I moved over slightly and she began to stroke my
 prick through my trousers.  Nervous, I took a look
 around the room, where all eyes were fixed on the
 television.  Hands roamed licentiously, lifting several
 skirts to revealing heights.

 "Wild," I whispered to Trish.

 "Look," she said, wide-eyed.

 The man had crawled out from behind the woman.  His
 strength dominated the scene as his broad, hair covered
 chest rippled with muscles.  He pushed down his briefs
 to release a large meaty club which evoked sighs and
 groans from several of the women among us.  The orien-
 tal woman smiled gratuitously at the camera and then
 dove down to bury the thick cock in her mouth.  Her
 pantied ass turned toward the camera as she sucked.

 He mumbled something and she reached back to pull the
 black panties down.  A gleaming scarlet pussy, framed
 in wisps of black curls, churned before the lens.

 The familiar aroma of musk overwrought the haze of
 incense and I gently slipped a finger between Trish's
 thighs where I found the source of the heady scent.
 She wiggled with a moan, pressing her clit up against
 my touch and I obliged with a constant stroke through
 the frail lace.  A different, lighter moan erupted on
 the other side and I turned to look.

 As I suspected, Blaze wore no panties.  Legs spread
 wide, the fiery red-head rubbed her clit with a fury.
 The gentleman beside her slipped a finger between her
 swollen lips.  My prick ached.

 I looked around the room, witnessing a dozen mastu-
 batory acts over the hard and the moist.  I smiled
 wickedly, rubbing Trish with abandon.  On the screen,
 the big fellow knelt behind the thin dark woman and
 fucked mightily while she screamed, "Please Mark, fuck
 me, fuck me, fuck me."

 "I should fuck your ass," he growled, leering at the
 camera.

 "Yes," she cried out, "fuck my ass."

 Linda rose from the sofa with a whisper and pulled a
 elegant looking gent behind her.  I nudged Trish.  "I
 wonder what they're going to do?" I asked, grinning.
 Trish leaned over to see them escape.

 "I wish they'd do it here," she said, laying back and
 spreading her lean legs a little wider.

 The couple on the television exploded joyfully, wildly,
 sloppily and the tension in the room seemed to subside.
 The couple dressed and left the bed empty.  No one
 moved and I wondered what the next scene would be like.
 Linda and her gent moved into the view.

 Trish hit me.  "Look," she said in an excited whisper.
 "It's Linda."

 "She has the same yellow dress," I responded.

 Linda jumped up onto the bed and crawled until her
 yellow bottom shook in front of the camera.  She
 reached back and lifted the hem, revealing the yellow
 and red flowered panties covering her globes.  After a
 brief pause, she pushed down the panties.

 I gasped and so did Trish.  Her pink pussy dripped in
 the glimmer of bright lights as she leaned back toward
 the camera, opening the swollen lips to reveal the deep
 crevice within.  The twisted bud of her pink asshole
 seemed to wink as she began to lean forward.  Linda
 raised up onto her knees, making her ass a supple round
 heart.

 The blonde gent's head appeared between her legs and
 Linda lowered herself down over his face, pressing her
 deep cunt before the lens while the tongue teased up-
 ward from below.  

 "I can't believe this," said Trish, rubbing her own
 pussy now.

 "Me neither," I replied.  Peeling my gaze away from
 Linda's beautiful wet pussy, I managed to take a look
 around the room.  Naked cocks throbbed in the grasp of
 friendly hands.  The blonde squeezed her bare tits
 while the man she had spoken with licked her pussy.
 Linda began to squeal and pushed her weight down on
 the assaulting mouth below.

 "Look," I said, nudging Trish.  She didn't respond,
 staring mesmerized as a thick pink cock prepared to
 enter Linda's wet pussy.  "Look," I persisted.  "It's
 them."

 Trish leaned forward and let her gaze follow my
 gesture.  The tall oriental woman and her beefy friend
 walked in from the hallway and took Linda's place on
 the sofa.

 "Do you think ... ?" said Trish.

 "They're fucking upstairs," I said.

 "Wow," said Trish. 

 "Wild," I replied.  Trish slid off the chair and dashed
 over to kneel beside the sofa. 

 "That was great!" I heard my wife say.

 "Thank you," said the woman, leaning forward.  They
 spoke in quiet whispers, so I leaned back and watched
 while Linda spread her legs wide and sucked the pink
 cock.  

 "C'mon," said Trish, taking my hand.  Instinctively I
 followed.  

 "Wait," I said, nervously as we began to go upstairs.
 "What are we doing?"

 "I want to watch Linda fuck," she said excitedly.  I
 followed obediently.  I wanted to watch Linda fuck.

 Light streamed out of the open bedroom door.  We moved
 into the doorway.  Three tall halogen lamps stood
 sentry behind the camera which stood on a tripod. Linda
 sat on the bed, her pussy spread wide, and sucked the
 man's cock eagerly.  My cock hardened rapidly.  Trish
 reeked of arousal.

 Standing behind her, I put my hands around her breasts
 and squeezed.  Her nipples were like rocks.  The cock
 in Linda's mouth began to gush wildly, sending mad
 spurts over Linda's pretty face.  Giggling, she tried
 to aim the fountain between her waiting lips.  The man
 groaned and let loose a savage yell.

 Trish began to applaud and squeal.  Linda licked her
 lips and fingers and smiled.

 "Hey doll," Linda said happily.  "Your stage next?"

 "Can we?" asked Trish.  My eyes opened wide and my
 stomach flipped.

 "Sure," said Linda.  "Just look into the lens and say
 'fuck me'."  Trish dashed forward.  I followed reluc-
 tantly.  A small television stood poised beneath the
 camera, reflecting the ongoing photography.  Trish
 stepped into the picture, smiled and waved.  

 "C'mon," she said to me.

 "What?" I mumbled, dumbfounded.

 "Get on the bed and play with yourself," Trish com-
 manded.  "I'll take care of the rest."  I walked to
 the bed and crawled into the center, as far from the
 camera as possible.  Blushing, I looked at my tiny face
 in the television.  Trish turned back to face the lens,
 pulled down her dress front to hug her bare tits, and
 smiled. 

 "Ooh, fuck me!" she squealed in a campy way.  Trish can
 be a ham.

 Linda laughed hard, leaning against the doorway.  "Go
 girl," she said.

 "Don't you like my titties?" Trish asked, teasing her
 nipples.  "Show me your cock," she said, "and I"ll show
 you more."  Obligingly, I pulled off my trousers and
 yanked down my briefs.  It proved difficult to undress
 gracefully while a dozen people watched. 

 "Mmm," said Trish, reaching behind herself to unzip
 her dress. "I do like that stick." She turned to Linda.
 "Can we get a better picture of the man's tool?"

 "Sure," said Linda, still standing naked in the door-
 way, looking with interest at my dick.  "There's a
 remote and a zoom."  Trish picked up the small remote
 and pushed a button.  The lens moved forward, missing
 me.  I tried to move into view, but it proved difficult
 to get a proper placement, so far away.

 "Linda," said Trish, stepping out of her dress, "could
 you run the camera for us?"

 "Well, sure, doll," said Linda, unfastening the camera
 from the tripod and placing it before her dark eye.
 "C'mon, Hon, show me your meat."  Focussing the lens
 aimed at my dick, Linda put one foot up on a black
 trunk against the wall, offering me a glimpse of her
 moist pink pussy.  

 "Ladies and Gentlemen," said Trish, "The hero!"  My
 stiff cock throbbed.  "That's enough, Linda, on with
 the show."

 "Sorry, love," said Linda, backing up and pointing the
 lens at my wife.

 "This is one of the numbers I used to do when I worked
 at Fanny's up in Balmer," said Trish, spinning rapidly
 around.  She stopped, aiming her tits at the camera
 with a squeeze and licked her lips.  "Stiffen those
 cocks for me."

 Always one to follow directions, I stroked my prick.
 Trish danced a few turns and stops, bouncing her big
 tits and swinging her wide hips.  I watched Linda at
 times, her nipples getting hard and the juice still
 slowly glistening over her thighs.  I watched Trish as
 she pushed her bottom to the camera and winked at me.

 I watched the monitor to see the prize as Trish slowly
 let her panties fall, the slender swollen lips of her
 golden-haired cunny, shaking on the screen as her tits
 gently swayed as Linda aimed down deep as she leaned
 down and spread her thighs, exposing another stiff
 clitty.

 Nude excepting her white stockings, Trish jumped up the
 bed and laying back, her knees raised up, she fingered
 her cunt while the camera explored and Trish lifted her
 ass to let the whole picture of her juicy folds fill
 the screen and she leaned to take the tip of my prick
 in her mouth.

 Trish sank my cock deep into her kiss, waving her white
 and pink tail at the lens and Linda moved forward and
 backward and upside and in, capturing every direction
 of our lascivious meeting, the throb of my prick and
 the quiver of cunt and a delicate breast with a
 hardened brown nip and the kiss as I licked Trish's
 clit and the thrust as I drove my dick deep.

 Trish knelt before me, her tongue on my prick.  Linda
 knelt beside her, the camera almost tasting the slurp.
 I rubbed my cock hard and shot my lust wild and wet and
 gushing over Trish's sweet cheeks. Linda laughed as
 Trish squealed and I yelled my ecstasy.  Linda licked
 a thick glob of my juice from Trish's cheek and I
 shuddered and came faintly again.

 "You were incredible," said Trish with a passionate
 kiss, wiggling her naked ass at the still alive camera.
 "I want to do that again."

 "Later," I promised.  "But only a short rest, you
 vixen" I said and slapped her bare butt.

 Another couple, the buxom blonde appeared in the door-
 way.  I pulled on my trousers and stared at her tits.
 I can't help myself.  I love naked women.

 "I wouldn't bother," said the dark naked man who ac-
 companied her.

 "What?" I asked, reeling in my leer at his girl.

 "Don't put your pants on," he said.  "You two set off
 an orgy downstairs."

 "Really?" I asked, watching as Linda embraced Trish
 with a laugh.

 "Wild," he said.  "You two were great."

 "Wild," I said.  "C'mon, Trish.  Let's go see the
 party."  I put my arm around my still naked wife and
 another around Linda.  I squeezed a pair of breasts
 and turned back to glimpse the buxom blonde's bottom.
 "Have fun," I said.  

 Downstairs, we stood in the doorway of a dimly lit
 spectacle, as bodies writhed naked, intense over the
 floor.  The blonde on the television sucked her man's
 dick.  Moans and rapid slaps resounded in the dark.

 "Can I get you anything?" Linda purred.  Trish looked
 up at me, smiling.

 "Please," I replied.  "A drink would be nice."  Linda
 went back into the kitchen.  I looked around.  "What
 do you say we just watch?" 

 Trish fondled my prick with a naughty grin.  "Wild," I
 said.  "You are so wild."

 ~~~

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