Joy Ousex - Paramours in Paradise

The men in the room were now looking at what appeared as some fantastically designed ornament of erotica. A large circle, formed by fifteen or sixteen beautifully voluptuous naked women, all on their backs, their spread-open legs pointing outward. From each woman's cunt protruded a thin, white plastic-coated wire, one end attached to the electric round egglike dildo buried inside the wet clutching softness, the other end disappearing into a small individual control box. Within the small circle above their heads were Dianna and Pam, both blindfolded, both on their backs, both draped in a filmy blue, virtually transparent satin patch of cloth, the pink redness of their nipples and the darkness of their mounds visible to those of us standing at the outside of the circle, looking down. At my feet was Tamara, her legs spread, the lips of her magical pussy slightly open; the wire coming from between her luscious labia to the small control box between her knees seemed to emphasize her anxious rediness. She caught my stare and forced the lips of her exposed wet cunt to jerk open and closed; as if winking at me. Next to Tamara, and just to my left, lay Samantha, Bob's wife. Like Dianna, Sam was a tall woman with sweeping, robust features. Her spread thighs betrayed the fact that she, too, hid in her soft depths a vibrator just as did the other women. Her eyes were closed, but her quick, heavy breathing indicated that she was more than aware of what was happening around her. On the other side of Samantha was Barbara, she, too, on her back with her legs spread open, a small white wire extending from her cunt out a couple of feet to the small control box between her slender legs. Iwo women whose~names I couldn't then recall were positioned between Barbara and Susan. Susan looked magnificently vulnerable; her eyes were closed and her hands teased at her own nipples, pinching and rubbing the extended bright-red flesh. Although none of the vibrators had yet been turned on, it was apparent from the way that Susan was slowly, almost imperceptibly, rotating her hips, that the woman was anxious for whatever use anyone chose to make of her. Next to Susan was a woman to whom I had not as yet been introduced. I later learned that her name was Eve. She was an extremely tiny fox, although her breasts were round and full. Her pussy had been shaved, and my cock began to strain as I watched a glistening stream of her love juices slowly flow out from between the glass-smooth lips of her cunt, running down the inside of her thighs until finally the fleecy white rug beneath her darkened with her moisture. Next to Eve and directly across the circle from where I stood was the tall and willowly Jane; although she was pointed outwards toward the opposite side of the room, her low throaty moaning added to the already surging tide of my excitement. Another woman whose name I couldn't recall was next to Jane. Unlike most of the other women in the circle, she had her eyes open wide; she watched the men as they stared down at her, spreading her thighs wider whenever one of us looked up between her legs at the exposed pink flesh of her box. Viv was positioned next to her, her huge breasts resting deliriously against her chest, their almost perfectly round shape distorted under the crush of their own soft heavy weight. One of the men had slipped a pillow under her ass, forcing her pussy up in the air, her dripping-wet pink flesh displayed for everyone in the room to see. Just to Vivian's left was a woman named Carol, a big-breasted brunette. Like Jane, she was moaning at the pressure of her dildo; her hands were at her cunt, her fingers buried in her own wet softness, apparently attempting to push the diido deeper and deeper into her crotch. Her moans had turned into soft, throaty whimpering and, as her fingers moved inside of her, she would arch up, holding herself high up off the rug. Her cunt glistened bright pink, and I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to bury my mouth in her pussy, tasting the sweet sticky promise of her juices. Laura, a dark-complexioned woman with long black hair, was next to Carol, her legs open, the lips of her pussy jerking in tiny, involuntary convulsions around the hard surface of her dildo. Next to Laura was Melinda, whose magnificent body gleamed with a thin film of body oil. Her great breasts seemed to be trembling, and it was evident that she was quickly approaching the limits of her control. Pam's "Big Sister," Linda, was between Melinda and Ta-mara. Linda was the only woman in the circle who was speaking, her voice a soft, calm whisper, her words an endless litany of bizarre and erotic invitations to the men who stood over her. Her eyes were open, and a tight, tense smile played at her swollen, very-red lips.

Within the circle, Dianna and Pam lay on their backs, the tops of their heads only a few inches from the other. Both of the women were still blindfolded; neither said a word, both absorbing the soft, erotic sounds around them. The men moved around the outside of the circle, inspecting the women, occasionally kneeling down between spread-open thighs, peering up into the collective soft pink flesh of the living, fleshy toys. None of the men was speaking, each completely concentrating as he lost himself in his examination of the dripping pink pleasures displayed before him. The inspection continued for maybe fifteen minutes, none of the men touching the women forming the circle, but simply enjoying them with their hungry, greedy eyes. Finally Ron motioned to the other men with his eyes, and each of the men knelt between the splayed-open thighs of the woman nearest him. In perfect unison the men took the several individual control boxes and turned the small plastic knobs to "on." There was immediately the faint sound of a muffled, electronic humming, as the vibrators trembled into mechanical life. The women reacted to the sudden living pressure inside of them: Tamara moaned loudly, then arched up high above the rug, the lips of her cunt opening and closing around her burden; Linda's whispered invitations ceased at the first sound of the buzzing, her words turning into a wet, slow panting; Vivian was groaning loudly as Bob, kneeling between her thighs, twisted the knob of the control box back and forth, teasing her with the constantly changing intensity of the quick deniable movement. Carol's fingers were pulling at the lips of her pussy, pulling herself open, her huge breasts shaking as she twisted back and forth on the rug. Frank had her control box in his hands and discovered that a slow deliberate trembling excited her the most. Eve, whose tiny delicate features called to mind a small porcelain doll, appeared ready to soar into her climax. Ron was sitting between her knees, holding her control, watching her intently as she bucked up and down on the dildo buried within her. Barbara's whole body was trembling as her plastic cock came alive inside of her, her hands jerking over her body, her fingers playing at her mouth, then to her nipples, back to her mouth, then down between her legs; I watched her as she twisted and turned on the rug, a man sitting between her legs, two or three other men standing over her, watching appreciatively as she performed her squirming, writhing dance. Across the circle from Barbara, Melinda was groaning loudly, her spectacular breasts shaking in rhythm to her almost convulsive shaking. The heavy sweet scent of musk perfumed the room; the men remained silent as they watched the women struggle on the floor. The only sounds in the room being the music and the rnoans and the crackling of the fire and the almost-imperceptible muffled hum of the vibrators. And within minutes the moaning grew louder and louder until only the snapping of the fire broke through their increasingly urgent pleadings. Tamara, directly in front of me on the rug, groaned loudly and twisted to her right, grabbing at Samantha, her fingers grasping the woman's breasts. Tamara managed to keep her ass flat on the floor as she turned, her legs still spread, Bill remaining between her thighs, the vibrator still buzzing and humming deep within the convulsing vault of her pussy. Ted was still teasing Samantha with the white plastic prick, and the girl responded to Tamara's demands, lifting her head up, her open mouth finding Tamara's tongue. The two women squirmed together now, their breasts pressed together, their hands and mouths exploring the body of the other, their legs, all the while, keeping open, displaying the two white wires that snaked out of their cunts. At the opposite side of the circle and slightly to my left, Vivian had turned over onto her hands and knees. She held her fantastically curving ass high in the air, her thighs spread wide apart. Her wire fell from between the lips of her glistening cunt, arching just above the rug, and then trailing out behind her, disappearing into the small white box still held by Bob, who was now positioned between her ankles. Viv had turned to her left slightly so that her head was now over Carol, who was bucking up and down, evidently lost in the first swirlings of her orgasm. Vivian lowered her head to Carol's breasts, her tongue first teasing one nipple and then the other. Carol's groans grew louder and louder, the lips of her exposed, gleaming cunt convulsing open and then shut and then open again. Carol threw her arms around Vivian's neck, pulling her head down to her breasts, forcing Viv's mouth over her stiffly erect, bright-red nipples. Other women had turned to the writhing, shuddering flesh of their partners, and soon the circle became an otherworldly mass of arms and hands, grabbing and caressing; thighs spread wide, women discovering the taste and smell and climaxes of others, writhing and twisting and pleading. The men remained silent, watching the women with an almost touchable intensity. Barbara, Susan and Eve were locked together in a three-way embrace, their legs tangled in the wires that still dangled out from between their legs, their tongues and fingers darting into each others' cunt, their moans and whimperings reaching a crescendo together as they soared into their collective climax, their juices and demanding throaty whispers all merging together as all the while their men kept their fingers on the control knobs, all the while the white plastic ben-wa balls trembling in their boxes. All of the women in the circle were by this time prisoners of their orgasms, all of them locked together in one majestic all-encompassing climax. None of the men, however, seemed ready to relent in their electronic teasing with the vibrators, letting them run on and on and on, even as the hungry searching tongues and fingers licked and rubbed over and against the devices in the hot wetness of the open, jerking cunts. The buzzing of the dildos drove the women into a growing sexual frenzy, shuddering in desperation, screaming silently for release. As the women in the circle soared higher and higher into their wrenching shared release, Dianna and Pam, still blindfolded and on their backs, responded to the increasing movememt and sounds all around them. Dianna's hands had both disappeared under the thin blue gauzy material that had been draped over her body. Her knees were lifted and she had spread her legs open. The fall of the cloth failed to hide her cunt, and several of the men were watching as her fingers snaked their way between the lips of her wondrous pussy, dipping into her open, inviting entrance. A thin, glistening line traced the flow of her own juices as they overflowed from her cunt, streaming slowly down the inside of her thighs. She was moving her head from side to side, excited by what her ears and mind were telling her was happening all around the lusty circle. Someone had slipped a cushion under Pam's ass; her own hands had pulled her covering up over her waist, as her fingers found and then held open her young sweet labia. The pink of her pussy was bright and glistening and, like Dianna, her juices were flowing out from her cunt as the fingers of her other hand pumped in and out of the soft, trembling entrance. Then Laura, now on her hands and knees, the white wire trailing opt from between her legs, moved to Dianna, positioning herself between Dee's thighs. Laura's man, Ted, moved behind her, his hands still holding the control to her vibrator. Laura, her moaning having become a hoarse whisper, extended her hands, pulling Dianna's legs wider; quickly, she lowered herself, her mouth pressing hard against Dee's cunt. Dianna arched up, high off the surface of the rug, invitig her new partner into her hot damp lush-ness. Laura accepted the invitation enthusiastically, running her tongue over the pink flesh between the lips of Dianna's cunt. Dianna, her blindfold making her appear more and more vulnerable to the chaotic needs of those around her, gasped and arched up at Laura's invading mouth. Soft wet sounds of sucking welled into the throaty whispered moaning and demands of need. Sa-mantha, also on her hands and knees, crawled toward Dianna from the other side of the circle. She kept her legs open and her ass high in the air as she moved, exposing her pussy to those of us behind her. She reached out and pulled the transparent blue material from over Dianna's body and then lowered her face between Dee's huge round breasts, her fingers flitting gently over Dianna's face and then teasing at her mouth. Dianna, her cunt already filled with Laura's tongue, seemed to slip off the ice-thin precipice of her control as Sam reversed her position and lifted one leg over her, squatting down on Dianna beneath her, first grinding her pussy down against the airy firm softness of Dianna's breasts, and then moving backwards a few inches, pushing her overflowing cunt back against Dianna's waiting mouth. Sam straightened her back; the vibrator still hummed down in her depths as Dianna sucked and ate at her wetness; Laura continued to feast on Dianna, Laura still riding her dildo. The three women seemed to meld into one fleshy mass of arms and legs and breasts and thighs, twisting and moving in rhythm to the needs of the others. The three were joined by Tamara, who began mouthing Laura's breasts; the tall dark golden woman was gasping, her excitement having reached such a screaming intensity that it appeared that she was having difficulty in catching I;r breath. My cock strained as I watched the glorious Polynesian am-azon, her thighs open, the lips of her twat shaking in concert with the vibrator buried in her steaming depths, the tongues and fingers teasing at her. Dianna went wild as Tamara's tongue joined Laura's in its examination of Dianna's pussy. The thrashing bodies of all four women were now covered with the sweet sticky juices of the others, their gasps and whispered throaty pleadings, like their seemingly endless shared release, becoming one. The original fleshy circle had by this time given up all semblance of its original shape, the women now crawling and clutching, grabbing and holding and sucking at the bodies around them. The men remained silent, watching the incredible sexual drama taking place before their eyes, their quiet stares intense with a fascination that bordered on the hypnotic. Most of the men still held onto the controls of the individual women. Those who.did not sat just beyond the flailing arms and spread thighs, taking in the now almost frenzied coming of the women. Three of the women had moved to the young body of Pam, burying her under their own sweating, straining needs, licking and eating and sucking at her as she remained on her back, still blindfolded, in what had originally been the center of the circle. I moved to my right in order to get an unobstructed view as Linda squatted down over Pam's mouth, just as Barbara drove her tongue up inside the young girl's cunt. Directly in front of me, Carol and Melinda, one straddling the other, their legs entangled in the wires that continued to power the two vibrators still hidden and buzzing deep within them, were locked together in a tight embrace, Me-linda's face buried in the pink wetness between Carol's legs, Carol's face buried in the pink wetness between Melinda's. One of the two young men again appeared. Still wearing his black-leather g-string, the material still straining out against the pressure of his excitement, he was carrying a large circular silver tray. On the surface of the tray were arranged an assortment of oils and dildos and vibrators and creams. The teenaged stud placed the tray on a table just beyond the writhing carpet of women on the floor. Bill stepped over to the table and picked up a long, double-headed dildo, and then moved carefully through the tangled arms and legs to where Dianna squirmed beneath her two lovers. Bill motioned to the women to move back; he then turned the still-sightless Dianna over onto her stomach, slipping a pillow under her belly. The dildo he held in his hand was about two feet long, a bulging head at each end. The middle portion was flexible, the end portions firm. It appeared to be made from a white plastic or rubber. Bill dabbed each end with some of the oil he had taken from the tray. Dianna's pussy, glistening with her love sauce, was already open and waiting. Vivian crawled over behind Dianna and, as Bill inserted one end into Dianna's ready cunt, Viv stretched her open. Dee groaned as Bill inserted the long tube up into her waiting crotch. Then Vivian moved her hands up to the crest of Dianna's ass. Pulling her cheeks open, she held Dianna wide as Bill inserted the second headed end down into her asshole. The tube curved at its soft, flexible middle as Bill then pushed each of the two ends father and father into her. Along with most of the others in the room, I watched as Dianna lowered her head to the rug beneath her. Her throaty moans turned into a gasping whimper as Bill began to pump both ends of the rubber cock, slowly, deliberately, gentle quick motions, one head sliding along the slippery lush pink of her pussy, the second head moving through her hot oiled tightness. Dianna once again soared into her orgasm, her ass rotating high in the air, riding the fullness of her twin invaders.