Joy Ousex - Paramours in Paradise

My thoughts shifted as I wondered what was happening to Dianna now. I knew that Vivian would be with her, making certain that she got at least a few minutes to rest, maybe staying with her as her mind and body relaxed and recovered. 1 knew also that Dianna had enjoyed the first portion of the ritual immensely. Though not an obsession, and certainly not anything beyond the simple search for physical pleasure, her own attitude toward her own undeniable beauty was one of simple acceptance. She had no difficulty in admitting that, through no effort of her own, she had been given great physical beauty, and early on she had resolved to enjoy that beauty to the greatest extent possible.

Pleasantly vain, her pride in her appearance forced the development of, first, her continuing constant efforts to maintain and improve upon her looks and, second, an almost singleminded effort to experience every feeling, every pleasure that her body could provide. Dianna reveled in being the center of attention, in displaying her physical gifts, in showing off the great sexual expertise that she had acquired. She was a hedonist through and through, and she made no effort to hide that fact. Whatever there was to do, she wanted to sample it at least once.

As I had watched her being examined and eaten and fucked on the bed only a few minutes before, her movements, her sounds, her eyes had shouted out the fact that everything that had been done to her she had enjoyed.

And just as I knew that she had accepted the fucking with open unabashed enthusiasm, I also knew that now, even as she was allowed her short rest, her needs were anticipating the experiences that awaited her when the ritual resumed.

I took another swallow on my drink, the iced liquid feeling good as it washed down my throat. I checked my watch; a little over twenty minutes remained of this break. I took a joint from a nearby table and lit up. Sitting on the short patio wall, I watched the other couples as they came and went from the livingroom to the patio and back again. Although I was alone in my dark little corner, there were, at any one time, maybe eight or nine members out enjoying the night air. Grouped in twos and threes, they spoke quietly, their hushed words blending into the other muted sounds of the night.

I turned to my right, and over by the back wall stood a group of three men surrounding what had to be the most physically striking woman I had ever seen. She must have arrived at the party after I had been shown into Dianna's room because I knew that I would certainly have remembered her.

She was several inches taller than anyone else on the patio, maybe six-four or six-five. Her skin was a deep rich brown; and her coloring, along with the shining black of her long straight hair, as well as that of her eyes, betrayed what appeared, and what I later was told, was her Polynesian heritage. Although extremely tall, and although a large woman, her belly was incredibly flat, sweeping down from her full, very round breasts to the tight, almost tiny circle of her waist. Her thighs were curved and fleshy, though at the same time firm. She wore nothing under her low-cut blouse and ankle-length skirt, and a small black triangle marked the rise of her mound. Her eyes were almond-shaped, and, her overall size notwithstanding, she lent a theme of delicacy and sensuality. She was, simply, a giant's portion of beautiful woman.

The four were speaking together. The man standing closest to her appeared to be her husband. He was as light as his wife was dark, with sandy red hair. Though at least half a foot shorter than the woman next to him, his shoulders were broad, his arms muscular. One of the remaining two men, both of whom I had already met earlier, made a comment and the woman, whose name I later learned to be Tamara, laughed, her teeth flashing against her copper darkness like brilliant white pearls. Then she said something in reply, to which her husband, David, and the other two men smiled. Slowly, she then turned her back on the three so that she was facing the outside of the patio. Leaning down, her arms extended, she braced herself against the top of the short wall, a foot or two directly in front of her. Even bent at the waist as she now was, Tamara remained taller than the men gathered around her. David, a bright smile playing on his lips, reached down and pulled her long dress up over her delectable ass, exposing her to his two friends and everyone else then on the patio. The other conversations around me ceased as all eyes turned toward the fascinating display. David told the woman to spread her legs apart, and she did so; Tamara had turned her head back over her shoulders, and, the smile still stretching at her lips, watched Daved as he spoke to the two men next to him. His voice was soft, and I had to strain to hear what he was saying.

"Now, John," David said to one of the two other men, "I want to show you something really unbelieveable. Truly unique, you might say. And I'm certain that Tamara would like to show you her, uh, somewhat unusual talent. Wouldn't you like to show John and Ted your trick, Tamara?"

Tamara said yes, that she thought the two men might find her talent quite interesting. She turned her head back to the wall, her eyes now staring down at the bricks of the deck beneath her feet. She adjusted the position of her hands against the top of the wall, and then spread her legs open wider. My eyes glimpsed her pussy, the pink flesh of her cunt gleaming out against the brown of her skin. Her ass, also a deep and rich copper color, was perfectly curved and very inviting.

"John, I'd like you to take your finger and put it up between the lips of Tamara's cunt."

Without hesitation, John placed his finger between the waiting labia.

"John, now, take your hand away and Ted, put your fingers where John's had been." Ted, like John, did as he was instructed.

"Good. Now, Ted, you, too, remove your finger, and then both you and John step back a couple of feet, over here." David motioned to a spot on the rough red bricks directly behind his woman.

"John, Ted, was Tamara's pussy all moist, at all wet?"

Both men answered no, that in fact Tamara's pussy was absolutely dry. "Perfectly dry?" "Perfectly dry," John answered.

By this time the attention of everyone on the patio was fixed on the strange conversation taking place against the wall.

"Tamara," David said, addressing his wife. "Are you looking forward to being fucked tonight by my two friends here?"

Tamara, her head still down, answered. "Yes, yes. I'm very anxious for your friends to fuck me tonight."

"Does the thought of being used by John and Ted excite you?"

"Yes. The thought excites me very much. Very much."

"I'd like to see, and I'm certain that my friends would like to see, just how excited you really are."

Tamara, still bending at the waist, lifted her head back over her shouder, her eyes fixing first on John, then Ted, and then finally David.

"I want to do whatever it is that you want… you know that…" Tamara answered, her words tinged with just a bit of what I assumed to be an English accent.

Keeping her eyes on David's and spreading her thighs apart by about three more inches, she smiled. Suddenly, the lips of her pussy pulled apart. One of those watching the unfolding drama from across the room gasped as her lips opened fully by efforts entirely their own. As the crevice of her cunt widened, her thighs trembled, and then slowly the petals of her cunt drew again together. Four or five seconds passed, and once more, her pussy opened; the bright pink flesh called out to be touched, and I could feel my cock rising up to its stiff full length.

David's words broke the stillness. "But Tamara, you said that you were excited, but just a few sec91 onds ago, both Ted and John found your pussy to be dry, I think that we'd all like to see just how wet you can get."