Joy Ousex - Paramours in Paradise

Although none of the observers had said a word, I noticed that two of the women had been stripped of their clothes, and both were being fondled and teased by several of the men as they watched Dianna perform. One of the two females was leaning over the bed, her head just inches from Dianna, as Jack drove his cock into her cunt from behind.

Vivian's talented tongue had played my prick until it ached with the heavy pressure of my cum. My belly muscles were hard and my thighs began to tremble with the effort as I strained for control. Frank was back on the bed between Dianna's thighs. Once again, he withdrew the vibrator from her cunt. Moving forward a few inches and grasping Dianna's breasts in his hands, he lowered himself down onto her until the great purple ball of the head of his cock nudged against the lips of her cunt. As I watched, he mounted her, forcing his shaft down into her sopping pink hole, her entrance gaping open in ready invitation. She groaned as he drove farther and farther into her, until his balls were pressed against the crest of her ass. Almost immediately, Dianna began to buck back and forth against him, holding her ass high, her thighs spread and open.

My mind, at least for the immediately passing three or four minutes, had been completely captured by Dianna as, filled with Frank's cock, she soared back to the limits of her control. Suddenly, Viv released my prick from the tight clutching of her mouth. She looked up at me with a slightly apologetic smile.

"One of the rules," she whispered, her lips now at my ear, "is that the husbands can't come until after the two performances."

She saw the look in my eyes as she pushed my cock back into my pants. "Don't worry, you've got the whole night in front of you."

I fell back against the rear of my chair just as Frank groaned loudly. I turned my eyes from Vivian back to the bed. TWo of the women had taken Dee's thighs and pulled them wide, while one of the men had moved up to the head of the bed and was holding Dianna around the shoulders. Frank's body suddenly became motionless for a few brief seconds and, at the same time that Dianna, perspiration now glistening against the brown tan of her flesh, fell into the unstoppable fall of her orgasm, Frank, the demands of his own release overwhelming his efforts, erupted into her, spurting out his thick creamy excitement into her accepting wet cunt.

Those in the room watched, fascinated, as the two lovers dropped through the rush of their shared climax together, their gaspings and moan-ings filling the room as they struggled for their own joined release. What seemed like minutes passed; everyone in the room watched the two lovers as if hypnotized, their wet breathing sounds the only noise in the room.

Frank had continued his fucking of Dianna, and she had continued her acceptance. As Frank's cock maintained its jerking, spasmodic dance deep down within the very depths of Dianna's cunt, Dianna's cunt, in turn, continued its convulsing sucking against the probing of Frank's cock.

Frank, his rushing tide finally contained, withdrew slowly from Dianna's pussy. At the same time another man stepped from the shadows of the far corner of the room and to the bed. He was naked, and his prick, hard and straining, was awesome in it length. Like a long hard-sprung pipe, the mammoth organ strained out from his body, the head wide and rounded, flushed deep purple with its own anticipation. Dianna had opened her eyes and turned her head back behind her; I watched as her eyes widened at her new man's unbelievable length. She turned her head back to the dark, ornately carved headboard, her face down against her pillow. Reaching back with her hands, she pulled her pussy open, at the same time holding her cunt high in the air. She forced the still-twitching muscles of her cunt to relax and open as they continued to jerk in the orgasm she had shared with Frank. The man got up onto the bed and moved between her legs. Slowly, he pushed the head of his prick down into the slippery wet crevice of her pussy; she arched up as he pressed his giant shaft gently down into her lush wet cunt. Dianna moaned as he slid into her, then, with a loudly whispered gasp, again tumbled into her ongoing climax, bucking and rocking, her pussy stuffed full with her huge lover. The man rode her, and soon, signaled by his own rapid gasp-ings, his cock exploded into her, his semen showering down into her moist and steaming depths. She writhed and twisted as she rode him, impaled on his fat convulsing spear. His gushing cum soon filled her, and those of us around the bed watched as the love juices of her two lovers overflowed from Dianna's cunt, spilling out from between her lips and dripping in white opaque sticky trails down her thighs. Her partner pumped into her, his arms around her waist, holding her to him, her ass hard against the muscled flatness of his belly, spewing his hot white stream into her even as she overflowed, the sex sauces of the two darkening the white satin of the sheet beneath them. More minutes passed and the two rode each other. Others in the room were leaning over Dianna, holding her gently, often caressing her, teasing her, as her man fucked her. Then finally he finished with her, just as Dianna had used her last reserve of energy in playing out her release. The man withdrew his cock from her, the shaft making loud sucking sounds as he pulled it from her vaginal recesses. His prick shimmered with his cum and that of Frank, as well as with the oily stickiness of Dianna's own juices.

The two collapsed into a tangle; those who had observed the performance relaxed, and there seemed to be an almost instantaneous rush of tension from the room, like pressured air escaping from the open valve of a balloon. The shadows of the candle and the overhead light continued to play and dance over the two motionless bodies of the exhausted performers. A switch clicked in the stillness, and the overhead blue beam was extinguished, leaving the room to the erratic jumping golden light of the candle; the door to the room was opened, and the gloom was lightened by the dim lighting out in the hallway. Without being told, the members, now quickly dressed, filed quietly out of the room. Vivian, her great breasts once again half-hidden by the material of her blouse, motioned to me with her eyes that I was to follow the others. I got up oat of my chair and looked over at Dianna. She and Frank were still together on the mattress, their minds lost in the light napping sleep of the anxiously weary exhaustion that enveloped the two of them.

I turned and followed the members out of the room. I ordered a drink from the bar and then stepped through a set of four white framed tall French doors which led from the livingroom out to a large square brick patio. The patio was elevated about ten feet above the lawn as it stretched out from the house like a close-cropped green carpet. A stand of tall old trees lined the property just outside the brick wall that ran the perimeter. The sky was clear; the moon had appeared low on the horizon, full and ice-cold white, its craggy surface staring down into the blackness of the night. The scent of honeysuckle perfumed the balmy moist air. 84

I took my drink and headed for the far corner. The night air breezed gently against my face, refreshing and cool. I found a quiet place and sat down on the three-foot-high wall that bordered the deck. I gulped down half the drink, really more from thirst than anything else. My shirt was soaked with perspiration, and the night wind sent chills up my back. I had about thirty minutes to fill before the second of the two performances, and I knew that my mind, still filled with visions^of Dianna writhing and bucking under Frank and then under her second lover, her curves and treasures covered with gently caressing, softly demanding hands, her flesh traced by the fingers of those around the bed as they and others examined and inspected her as if they were children newly presented with a new outrageous toy, needed some quiet and some rest.