Joy Ousex - Paramours in Paradise

"Now… Ben… please now… now… fuck me… now fuck me now… fill me now… I want your cum…" Just as Bob began pumping jizz into Dianna, joining her in her cosmic celebration, my cock exploded, showering my seed up into Jane's cunt. She pushed back against me, then began bucking violently, lost in the dizzying tumbling fall of her own wet climax. My jizz spurted out into her cunt in great jerking thrusts, filling her. Ron had forced Samantha down to the floor, still on the other side of the table, driving his cock down into her waiting, open pussy. Samantha was already coming as Frank drove his shaft into her, groaning loudly, arching her ass up off the floor, her crotch accepting his offering with a steamy, anxious enthusiasm. Jim and Linda were on the floor next to them. Jim's huge dick extended out over Sam's shaking breasts, Linda reached between his legs, taking his prick into her hand; gently, she guided the head between Sam's breasts, rubbing his stiffness against her giving round softness. Just as Ron exploded into Sam, Jim's cock spurted out over Samantha's breasts, great wet strings of Jim's cum lacing over Sam's great soft mounds.

Jane was still trapped in the tender prison of her orgasm, bucking and squatting back against me, her cunt drinking in my semen like a thirsty man sucking a never-ending stream of ice-cold water. Eve had been pulled off the table by Ted, and, on the rug on her hands and knees, was mounted from behind by him. Susan had moved over to Jim, and he turned from Samantha, his cock still spurting out its white opaque streamers of juice as he moved, driving his cock down into Susan as she broke into her climax, her low husky voice, now throatier than ever, whispering her demands as he filled her. Minutes passed; lovers moved from lovers to other lovers. I had sated myself on Jane and moved on to Eve; I kept her on her hands and knees, and, with Frank pulling open the cheeks of her ass, I entered into her tight dark vault; she whimpered as I drove into her, and, with Frank watching, came again, this time my cum spraying down into the glorious tight tunnel of her anus. Ron had mounted Dianna, who had remained on her back in the middle of the table. Dee took all of him, and soon his hot wad, shooting out into Dianna's cunt, was mingling with the warm sticky release of her other lovers. Turning directly to my right, I watched as Jack took Vivian, his thick hard plank spilling out into her as she rode him.

More minutes passed. The whipped cream that had been spread over and into Dianna's body now covered everone and everything. The room was heavy with the musky perfume of the women's excitement. The music from the livingroom had been replaced with the loud throaty whispers of the lovers as they struggled through their orgasms, the pairings constantly changing and changing and then changing again until it seemed that suddenly everyone was on the floor in front of the table in one great sticky, trembling fleshy pile, no one conscious of anything other than the immediate demands of his or her own straining bod. I felt someone move against me and I opened my eyes. Vivian, oblivious to everything as she slept, had swung her leg over my shoulder. I turned my head to the far side of the room. Streams of bright morning sun were showering through the tall windowed French doors, inundating the room. Another movement behind me. Frank had extracted his body from the pile of arms and legs and had pulled himself up into a sitting position. He was looking down at the still-sleeping pile of bodies in front of him; he looked up at me, winked, and then began searching the nearby chairs and couches for his clothing. More eyes opened, until finally all had roused themselves from their sleep, straining through the heavy grey curtain of their fatigue as they pulled themselves back into the real waking world.

The drive back home seemed to take an eternity. My thighs and arms ached with a weariness I had never known, and Dianna had fallen back into her sleep by the time we had driven two miles. Visions of the realities I had experienced but a few hours before drifted through my mind, and I found that I had difficulty in placingMhe separate events of the night before in any rational chronological order.

Dianna whispered something in her sleep; I glanced over to her as she half-reclined on the seat next to me. The traces of an unconscious smile played at her lips as she slept.

Expectations of her next adventure? I would have bet on it.