Joy Ousex: Paramours in Paradise

I closed my eyes for a moment as my mind struggled against a falling, swaying rush, then opened them to find Bob, standing up, his hands stripping off his clothes. His cock, swollen to the full length, sprung out from his body like a thick red pipe. He stood there, looking down at the two luscious women at his feet as they rocked and bucked and arched their way through their first orgasm in perfect unison, The leaping flames in the fireplace had slowed to glowing golden embers, and dark shapeless shadows flitted across the walls of the room, enhancing the unworldly atmosphere that already encased us in its unrelenting grasp.

Dianna was on her back, her head propped up on a cushion, her legs spread open; her twin sister was above her, straddling her, Anita's pussy grinding down lightly on Dianna's mouth, Anita's tongue buried in Dee's cunt, her arms embracing, reaching around, her finger pushing into the tight darkness of her asshole.

I stood up and stepped over to Bob and the two women, shedding my clothes as I moved. I caught Bob's silent gesture, and I moved around behind Anita. She had her ass high up in the air, and I could see Dianna's tongue licking and sucking the pink flesh of her sister's pussy. My cock ached with its stiffness; a small pearl of precum seeped through, and it felt warm and sticky on the purple swollen head of my penis. Bob watched me as I lowered myself to my 20 knees, just above Dianna's head, almost against Anita's now slowly rotating backside. I reached down to Anita's glorious buttocks and gently pulled them open. I waited for a few seconds, watching her as she rocked back and forth, impaled now on her sister's tongue, exposed and open. Bob had moved down opposite me, kneeling just above Anita's head, almost against Dianna's pussy. Just as I watched, holding the cheeks of Anita's ass open, so did Bob watch Dianna, as he gently pushed her thighs up and out, pulling the lips of her cunt wide, allowing Anita to drive her tongue farther and farther into her wetness. The two sisters were still caught up in the sticky hot web of their shared climax, and Bob and I watched as they writhed together on the floor in front of us.

Bob's fingers were now pulling open the lips of Dianna's pussy; she moaned loudly as Anita again sucked her clitoris into her mouth as Bob drove two fingers up into her cunt. Slowly, I lowered myself down so that I rested on my elbows, my mouth only an inch or two above the crest of Anita's squirming ass, my cock hard and pulsing, trapped between my belly and the thick soft carpet. Dianna reached around Anita's hips from beneath, her fin21 gers pulling the cheeks of her pert behind open, as I began licking and teasing at her tight dark hole. Anita whimpered as I let my tongue lap at the soft warm secret between the mounds of her ass. Dee pulled her wider as I nudged my tongue down into her. I moved my tongue back and forth as I pushed farther and farther into her, until finally my lips were pressed hard against the soft, giving crest of her ass. Dianna released her clitoris from the sucking grasp of her mouth and once again slid her tongue up into her sister's pussy. As I sucked and licked at Anita's ass, I could feel the movement of Dianna's tongue in her cunt, the two of us drinking at Anita's flowing excitement.

Bob had reached under Dianna, and, his fingers almost dripping with Dee's juices, pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and pushed up into her darkness. Dianna arched up at the fullness, accepting the pressure. Anita continued eating Dee's cunt, her tongue deep within her pussy. Suddenly, the two women reached their peak, both tensing at the precise same moment, and then, still together as if one, they fell from that dizzying height, their two convulsing bodies entwined and joined, soaring through the bucking rushing or-22 gasm that they so intimately shared. I pressed my tongue deep down into Anita's ass, my mouth straining against her cheeks, eating and licking my way through the tightness, just as Dianna was gulping the sweet honeylike juices as they flowed from between the lips of her twin sister's cunt. Bob's fingers had disppeared into Dianna's ass, his hand pumping into her, while at the same time Anita licked and tasted Dianna's pussy.

For months, Dianna had fantasized about what it would be like to fuck, and to be fucked by, her twin sister. Dee had thrilled as to the opportunity for discovery of a body that had, for years, been so close to hers. One night not long ago, Dianna had said that it would be like tasting herself, and being eaten by her own lips and tongue. And now, as the two women writhed and squirmed against each other, impaled on tongues and fingers, it was apparent that the reality had, at the very least, satisfied the visions of the fantasy.

Finally, the two women began to slow, until at last, their needs, at least for the moment, had been met. Bob and I both stood up. Anita and Dianna remained on the carpet, in the arms of the other, their breathing labored and tired.

I stepped over to the fireplace and put a couple of new logs on the fire. Bob poured us some wine, and we sat down and spoke together quietly as the two sisters relaxed. I lit a joint, took a long hit, and then passed it over to Bob. Then perfumed smoke blended with the sexual musk of the sisters into an invisible, slightly moist cloud. I watched as Bob knelt back down next to the women. Gently, he lifted Anita off Dianna. As Dee watched through still-sleepy eyes, Bob spread her thighs apart, exposing her still open, still slightly trembling pussy. The flesh was pink and glistening, her swollen red clitoris peeking out from between the lips of her cunt, almost invis-iblypulsing. Bob watched her as he played with her. Several times his fingers found her nipples, hard as rubies, and he teased them, rubbing her huge shuddering breasts first this way then that way, pressing into them, using them like two round soft toys. A sparkling drop of her essence spilled from her cunt, and slowly made its sticky warm way down her thigh. Then Bob inserted two fingers up into her pussy, pushing his hand hard between her legs. Dianna arched up, spreading herself open, accepting his invasion of her with an 24 anxious anticipation.

I crawled over to Anita, who was now watching Bob examine Dee, his hand and eyes exploring every inch of her. Anita smiled at me and rolled over onto her hands and knees. She spread her thighs open, revealing her pussy, still wide open and gaping from Dianna's hungry tonguing. I reached out to the pink flesh as I knelt behind her. She was dripping, her anxiousness overflowing; she whispered something I couldn't quite hear.

Bob glanced over toward the two of us. He took his hand from between Dianna's legs, ignoring her gasping protests. Following his lead, I, too, stood up.

"I, uh, have a surprise for the three, well, actually the four of us…1 guess… and believe me, there's no better time than right now."

Anita and Dianna and I all stared wide-eyed at Bob as he stepped over to a bag he had left on the table. He picked it up and disappeared down the hall leading to the guest bathroom. "I'll be right back," he waved as he disappeared. The two women and I waited for Bob's return, Dianna and Anita both restless with curiosity and a slight nervousness. They lay down next to each 25 other, gently caressing the other with slender, long-nailed fingers; I silently watched the two women as they shared in a closeness they had never before known. – After about ten minutes, Bob emerged from the darkness of the hall. In one hand he was carrying a white towel, rolled up into a soft, furry tube. Steam rose from the hot moist fabric. In his other hand he held a white silk scarf. He put the towel on the carpet next to the two women, and, as Dianna and I watched, completely fascinated, he tied the scarf around Anita's head like a blindfold. After tying a knot at the back of her head, he asked her if she could see, and she shook her head no in reply. He then gently forced her to lie on her back, her head propped up by a large cushion. He then took the wet, hot towel and unrolled it. Inside of the roll was a second towel, which he next spread open, and then slipped it under Anita's ass. Again, he turned back to the roll. He stretched out the towel completely. A small chrome-handled razor fell to the carpet. Bob got up, went quickly back to the bathroom, and then emerged a second time, this time holding in one hand a shaving mug and an old-fashioned brush, in his other hand a small shin-26 ing pair of scissors.