Joy Ousex - Paramours in Paradise

She pressed her lips to mine, her tongue darting into my mouth for a few all-too-short seconds, and then stepped back into the shadows against the wall. I forced my dick back into the restricting confines of the material of my pants.

More minutes passed as Pam struggled until finally Bob leaned over and pulled the invisibly trembling vibrator from her pussy. Pam arched up as he slid it from her, whimpering as he emptied her. The woman whom I had been fucking only a few moments before caught Bob's silent gesture,and approached the foot of the bed. Lowering herself down to the mattress, she moved her head up until her mouth pressed against Pam's box. The young girl's pussy, already stretched open by the vibrator, waited for the woman's tongue, which immediately slid up into her as my former partner pressed her face into Pam. Two hands grasped Pam's pussy, one coming from the left side of the bed, the other coming from the right. The fingers reached into the slippery young pink flesh in the narrow vault of her vagina and pulled her open. Pam groaned and arched up at the sensation of the three pressures, the fingers pulling her cunt open from opposite sides, the woman between her thighs who was pressing her face into her now-sopping pussy, the hungry mouth licking and drinking at her juices. Her three lovers flung her out into her orgasm, her body tensing as she came, her thighs shuddering to echo her pussy's convulsions, her flat belly stiffening until she thought that she might shatter like a pane of glass.

"God… God… God, yes, yes, yes… yes…"

Pam arched up high and, her ass pulled wide open, I remembered the huge plug that still continued its electric stretching of her rectum. The young girl, her freshness enhancing the eroticism that was drenching over everyone in the room, whipped farther and farther into her climax, her vulnerability completely accepting the all-encompassing fucking. As I watched, the man I recognized as Tamara's husband, Ted, climbed onto the bed and swung his left leg over Pam's belly, straddling her just above her stomach. He was naked, and his cock stretched out into the soft-walled valley between Pam's luscious young breasts. Reaching down, he pressed them together, sandwiching his schlong between their softness. Slowly, his balls dragging down over her belly, he began thrusting his long hard shaft between her globes, the purple head jutting through the vale on every forward motion, stopping just inches from Pam's mouth before retreating back between her breasts. Pam, now completely lost as she fell through the black tumbling void of her release groaned loudly; Ted's back stiffened, and then, just as the purple head of his prick came to within an inch of Pam's pretty face, he erupted, spurting out his semen in great white creamy globules, covering the young girl's mouth and chin and neck and breasts with opaque strings of his cum, limp over the curves and crests of her boobs, shimmering under the wet white pearls. His cock continued its dance, his relief gushing out, covering the young girl underneath him. Pam's moaning had crescendoed into what was almost a scream. Ted's jizz continued to shower down over her face and breasts like white glimmering streamers. The huge dildo still hummed in her rectum with its never-ending trembling, and all over her the hands and fingers were pulling at her, probing and pinching; rubbing all over the opening sweeping curves of her completely accepting body. A man had replaced the woman between her legs and, lowering himself down, mounted her, driving his cock deep into her. She writhed and thrust against him, her chaotic needs and the hands holding her shoulders and her thighs making it impossible to do anything but accept them. Within seconds he exploded into her, his wad shooting up into her cunt. Again Pam whimpered, taking his wet sticky gifts up into her precious convulsing snatch.

Pam responded to the warm cream flooding up into her, arching and bucking, her desperate struggling restricted by those several hands holding her. The two principal players continued their performance until Ted, his desire totally drained, pulled his cock from the young girl's gash. Pam, still caught in the seemingly ceaseless vortex of her own release, continued her jerking, convulsing journey. Her legs were still held up and back by the men, her pussy convulsed now on its own emptiness, and we watched as the lips of her pussy shuddered in the ripping spasms, jerking open and wide. As she remained absolutely still for a few heart-stopping seconds, those against the opposite wall could stare right up into her cunt, into and past the slippery opening and finally into the trembling wet clenching depths. A thin stream of semen seeped out from the bright pink flesh and ran down the inside of her thighs. She was absolutely silent, holding her position for what seemed like an eternity. And then, moaning loudly, her voice hoarse, she soared into her final efforts at release.

"Ohohohohoh… God, yes… yes… yes…"

Her cunt contracted, a great flood of her juices emanated from between her legs; for minutes she writhed and squirmed and humped against the hands and the lips and the tongues and the hardness that had ravaged her until finally her relief was complete, and her gentle captors releasing her from their grasp as she slowed, her body heaving with an overpowering exhaustion, she collapsed into herself, falling immediately into a state of half-sleep and half-exhaustion, conscious but not conscious, requiring nothing other that the secret searching of the all-entrapping sleep. No one in the room moved. The stares of the dark hidden eyes remained fixed on the young girl as she lay on the bed, alone, still spread open. Bob reached beneath her and gently pulled the huge

rubber cone-shaped dildo from her anus. She groaned as he drew it from her, although her eyes remained closed. Her labia had ceased their dance, but a small rivulet of love juice still seeped from her cunt. Her breasts were streaked red with the marks of the greedy fingers and hands that only a few minutes earlier had had their way with the young fleshy softness. From somewhere in the shadows of the far wall a woman groaned, and I turned to see Vivian on her hands and knees, her behind high in the air, Jack's cock buried in her lovely ass, the two of them moving slowly against each other, she lost in the throes of her coming. Just to the left of the two lovers I saw Barbara leaning against the wall, her dress gathered around her waist, her eyes closed as Frank and Susan fingered and tongued her anxious pussy.

But then, just as with Dianna's first performance, the door leading from the bedroom out into the hall was opened, and those members closest to the door, most of whom were busy straightening and rearranging their clothes, began to slowly file out of the room, all of them casting longing glances back toward the teenage girl still on the bed, isolated and lost in her own dark world of black heavy sleep. 'I followed the members out into the hall, and then into the livingroom. I squinted my eyes against the brighter lights of the room and, with some concentration, managed to direct my legs to deliver my body to the bar. The large antique grandfather clock in the hall began to chime just as the second group of members, those who had just observed Dianna's second performance, began to drift into the room from the hall.

I checked my watch. It was only ten-thirty. The night still stretched before us.

I got a drink from the bar and returned to a big overstuffed chair set against the wall at the far end of the room. I decided to give my mind a rest. I had been told, either by Ron or by Viv, that both Dianna and Pam would be given an hour to rest and refresh themselves before the party would be officially resumed in the livingroom. I decided to spend that hour relaxing; I sank back into the soft grip of my chair, turned my mind to slow, and watched the members of The Group as they waited, along with me, for the party to continue. The members, after they had filed out of either of the two bedrooms following the second performance, gathered in the livingroom, most of them waiting for their drinks at the bar, then moving either to other parts of the huge room, or stepping back out onto the patio.