Joy Ousex - Paramours in Paradise

"I loved it. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. Having an us ending supply of lovers… I just couldn't believe the feeling. And knowing that so many people were watching me, Jesus… Understand, Ben and I, well, he enjoys using me… or, really, I guess, my body, and my body, well, it enjoys being used. Having Ben telling me to accept the other men… and women… God, what a fantasy come true."

"So you'll be back?" Samantha's voice carried an anxious note of hope in its tone. "Oh, God, you'd better beleive it," Dianna an- swered. A slow dreamy smile played at her lips. "God, Sam… sometime during the evening… God, when was it… I was… uh… tasting you, and Ron was inside of my pussy… Sam, you were so wet, you move so well…"

The talk was becoming more intimate, and there seemed to be the first hints of a growing sexual tension filling the room. Bob's hand went between Samantha's legs, and she spread them a bit to widen his path.

"You know," Bob began, first lighting and taking a hit off another joint, "what we should really do-since everyone is agreed that this was probably the best of our parties-is finish off the evening in a really special way. Make it a great ending to a great evening." Everyone else in the room, after a few initial moans and groans, voiced enthusiastic support for the idea. The problem was to think of something that could top what had taken place just a few hours before. Several ideas were proposed, all being quickly dismissed as being either anatomically impossible or requiring too much energy. By this time, the discussion had become a game, with even the most weary of us shouting out bizarre sexual groupings and activities through the laughter.

"I've got it!" announced Jack. He stood up, pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table. He was talking to himself, as if muttering over the sudden idea captured within his head.

"So… we're waiting, Jack…" Samantha looked up at him, smiling. We all became silent, eager for him to explain his plan.

"Oh… Oh… I'll need one woman…" he turned to face Dianna. "Great, Dianna, only fair, you being one of the newest members… Besides, I'll guarantee that you're going to enjoy this, yes… and, yes… yes, I'll need an assistant… Sam, yes, yes, you'll do perfectly… c'mon, Dee…"

Dianna turned to me, half-laugh and half-smile playing across her mouth; she shrugged her shoulders, stood up and stepped over to where Jack waited. Samanatha disentangled herself from Bob's hands and joined the two. "So what's the plan, Jack?" Ron asked.

"Uh… it'll have to be a surprise. You'll just have to be patient." "C'mon… we demand to know!" Vivian's laughing demand was echoed by our protests. Jack held his hand up in mock solemnity.

"Now, now… tell you what. Give me twenty minutes, and I'll treat you to a real ending for the party. I guarantee, really. Trust me."

After a few more pleas, all of which were ignored, Jack took the two women by the hand and guided then out through the door leading down a short hall and then into the dining room/kitchen portion of the great house. As he left the room, he turned-back to us.

"But… I must have absolute privacy until I'm ready. I'll be out in about twenty minutes." With that he disappeared into the darkness of the hall, pulling the heavy wooden door closed behind him.

The rest of us turned back to the fire. Vivian motioned me to sit down next to her and Ron, who were now on the floor directly in front of the fire. I lowered myself to the carpet behind her, Ron to her front. Linda got out another joint and it made several rounds before its tiny remnants were dropped into the large glass ashtray.

Viv wondered aloud about what Jack had planned.

"God, my curiosity is killing me,"she said. Her back was to me; she reached back and took my right hand in hers. Spreading apart her thighs, she placed my hand between her shapely legs, up against her pussy. I could feel her warmth through the fabric of the robe. My mind was once again beginning to take on a decided tilt, and thoughts of what Jack and Samantha might be doing to Dianna, and the lust wet softness of the woman next to me, began to force that slightly aching, slighting tingling feeling swirling back around my nuts.

The door to the hallway opened and Jack popped his head into the livingroom.

"Need ten more minutes," he said, smiling, then pulling his head back into the hall, closing the door sharply as he disappeared once again, quickly enough to avoid our new protests.

Finally, about fifteen minutes later, the door once again swung open. Jack stepped into the livingroom, a broad smile on his face.

"Follow me, eef you pleeze," he said, trying with little success but much humor to take on an ersatz French accent. We all stood up, anxious to discover Jack's great secret. I helped Vivian to her feet, and with the others joined in a very rag-tag line with Jack at the head. When he was satisfied with our seriousness, he led us out of the livingroom and down the hall; at the end of which two beautifully carved doors stood closed against our laughing advanced column. When we reached the doors, Jack again held up his hand, bringing us to a bumping, giggling halt. Our leader then turned and took the double knobs in his hands and, giving them a quick strong twist, pushed the doors open. A giant crystal chandelier hung dead-center from the intricately carved high wooden ceiling. The light, sparkling blue and gold and green through the hundreds of prisms of the antique fixture, flooded down upon a brilliantly deep-red carpet, framed by four dark-paneled walls. Directly under the chandelier was a long, incredibly long, dining table, its narrow length stretching almost the entire length of the room. At each end of the table stood two twisting, matching silver can-delabras, each one holding six tall, white flame-tipped candles. The surface of the table was covered with a brilliantly white starched and creased tkblecloth.

Jack stood off to the side and with a bow and a sweeping motion of his left hand, he ushered us into the room. We took about two steps in and stopped dead in our tracks. We stood across the room from the table, directly at its center.

I could literally feel my eyes widen as I understood what I was seeing. I knew that I heard a loud collective gasp from those around me.

Directly across from us on the other side of the table stood Samantha. She had found an old-fashioned chef's hat somewhere, and except for the tall white cap and her smile, she was naked. Stretched out on her back in front of Sam lay Dianna. Also naked, she was on her back, in the center of the table, between the two candelabras. Slowly, we approached the table. Dianna's magnificent round breasts were covered with a thick white covering of whipped cream. At the top of each of her lovely mounds peeked a cherry-red monument marking her hidden nipples. A trail of cream led down between Dee's breasts over her belly, ending at the peak of her mound. Jack The Chef had placed chocolate mints, round and thin, between the lips of 168 Dianna's pussy, standing them on their narrow sides like a curving row of black soft coins. At the entrance to her pussy was a puff of whipped cream, studded with another large red cherry. Dianna's ass was propped up on a cushion, and she held her thighs open. At the crest of her ass was a second puff of the sweet white cream, this one studded with a huge, perfectly shaped strawberry. Dianna's eyes were open, and she watched us for our reactions. As I moved closer to the table along with the others, the details of the feast grew more and more apparent. Tiny chocolate chips had been scattered into the white creamy froth passing between- the white fluffed mountains of her breasts. Samantha reached over Dee's thighs and then her slender fingers reached into the cream and pulled open the lips of Dianna's cunt. Again, a collective gasp arose as another of Jack and Samantha's surprises was revealed. The rounded tops of several of the grapes with which Jack had filled Dianna's pussy glimpsed out at us through the cream. Still holding Dianna open and exposed, Sam looked up at us. Her smiled sparkled with the struggle of an all-but-irrepressible giggle.