Joy Ousex - Paramours in Paradise

Dianna sucked her breath as she realized the nature of Bob's surprise. My cock sprang out stiffly, suddenly renewed, as visions of Anita's sweet pussy, its mound and lips as smooth as a young girl's, ripped through my mind. Bob was enjoying the scene immensely, his prick standing erect from his body.

Slowly, he knelt down between Anita's legs. Her thighs were spread wide, and the suddenly sightless woman, who now seemed so vulnerable as she lay there, open and spread and powerless, whispered, very softly, to those around her:

"What are you… going… to do to me?" she asked, her voice cracking a bit with an odd mixture of longing and fear.

Bob answered, his voice low and calm. "Just going to take you back a few years, Anita. We want you to enjoy this. Just… relax and enjoy…" First, Bob took the scissors and clipped the down covering Anita's pubic mound, as close to the skin as he could get. At the sound of the first snip of the blades, Anita knew what Bob had planned for her. A smile broke across her lips, and she spread her thighs wider so as to give her tormentor more room in which to move. In less than ten minutes, he was done, Anita trimmed down almost to her flesh.

Next, Bob took a small jar of oil from the now-spread roll. Rubbing some on his hands, he began to caress Anita's mound with the stuff so that soon the pink flesh and coal-black thatch glistened with the slippery liquid.

Dianna was staring at Bob's hands as they massaged the warm fluid over and into her sister's pussy; Anita had begun to whimper softly; Dianna's right hand was now playing at Anita's breast, teasing at her nipple. My own eyes remained riveted to Anita's pink, slippery flesh.

Then Bob took the still-hot damp towel and pressed it between Anita's legs. Anita squirmed at the warm, soft pressure. Dianna had lowered herself next to her sister, and her lips had found her sister's hard, dark nipples. Dee flicked her tongue at it, licking around its base, then finally sucking the whole rosette into her mouth. Anita reached up and was now holding Dianna's head, pulling her against her softness. "Oh… God, that feels… feels so good…" Anita whispered, hoarsely, spreading her thighs wider. "Jesus, what… ever you're doing… the both of you… don't stop… don't stop…"

Bob held the towels against her for a few more minutes, as all the while Dianna sucked and licked at her breasts.

Removing the towel, Bob took the shaving cup and brush and handed it to me. I silently took them and began stirring the thick soft bristles of the brush against the warm wet soap in the cup, working it into a steaming, bubbly lather. I moved so that I was kneeling directly between Anita's legs. Bob reached back to the table behind him and picked up a large, rubber dildo, its shape between that of a ball and that of an oval. It was larger at one end than the other. Dianna leaned across Anita's belly, her fingers finding the lips of Anita's pussy, and pulling them open.

"Spread your legs open, Anita," Bob instructed her. She did so, and I noticed her juices flowing down the inside of her thighs, seeping out from between the spread lips of her femininity in two sticky, slow-moving streams.

Slowly, Bob inserted the huge ball-like thing up into her, high into her cunt. Anita arched up so as to accept the sex toy. She moaned loudly as Bob pushed it up into her wet depths.

"Take it, Anita, I want you to take the whole thing…"

"Yes… yes… yes… the whole thing…" she answered, her breathing coming in short gasps as she strained at the fullness.

As Anita began to writhe at the pressure stuffing into her, Bob told Dianna and I that the ball would keep the flesh tight and stretched, thereby providing a closer shave.

Bob motioned to me with his eyes, and I began to glide the lather-dripping brush over the woman's mound, sopping her pussy with the thick slippery foam. While Bob watched, I teased his wife with the bristles, until finally the entire area between her legs was covered with the white froth. By this time the still-blindfolded Anita, the huge rubber ball stretching wide her cunt, was a prisoner in her own unknowing excitement. The ball protruded from between her vaginal lips, and she was bucking gently against its hard, unyielding pressure. The bubbling white foam had mixed with Anitai own golden juices; gold and white strands swirled together down her thighs. Dianna was holding her by her shoulders, her mouth having re-30 leased Anita's nipples and, her tongue having rediscovered her lips, the mouths of the two women played at each other, teasing together.

After I had spread the hot, lubricating soap, Bob motioned for me to hold open Anita's tender thighs. She moaned as I held her, Dianna's tongue still licking at her lips. Bob leaned forward, his face only inches from Anita's pussy; slowly, as he stretched the-wet and soapy skin with one hand, holding it tightly, he lowered the gleaming razor's head until he had it angled against her. Very gently, he pulled the blade toward him, his fingers grasping the ivory handle firmly. Dianna and I stared down at the slowly moving blade as it scraped up the oiled, downlike covering. Bob's wife moaned at the feather pressure of Bob's strokes.

Bob began at the very top of her mound, slowly working downward, first down the right side, then down the left. Every so often, Bob would dip the blade in a bowl of hot water that Dee had brought from the kitchen. The blade missed nothing, leaving only pink, satin-smooth skin in its wake as it passed. Dee and I watched as Bob finally completed the last few strokes, far back between her legs, just inches past her now bright-pink ringed open31 ing. Bob put down the blade and stared at the results of his efforts. He smiled as he reached to the gleaming bare flesh, lightly running his fingers along the crest of Anita's cunt. He took the towels and cleaned the rest of the soap from between the woman's thighs. Anita, still blindfolded, reached down, sliding her hands over her belly. Hesitating at first, she began caressing her cunt with curious searching fingers. She explored her unfamiliar smooth ridges and curves, whimpering as she slipped her fingers between the lips of her gash. Dianna again lowered her lips, invading Anita's mouth with her tongue. I spread her thighs as Bob lowered his mouth to her pussy, his tongue examining the new smoothness. Bob straightened up, then motioned to me to take his place. I moved between Anita's thighs as Bob held her open. I let my fingers glide over her pussy for a few moments, enjoying the silklike sensation. Then, with Anita's own fingers pulling open the lips of her cunt, I began licking her, running my tongue all over the slippery-smooth skin. I sucked at her clitoris for a few moments and, as Bob reached under her and pushed a finger up between the cheeks of her ass, I darted my tongue down 32 into her wetness. Anita arched up, a loud throaty gasp escaping her lips. Dee had swung her leg over Anita's shoulders and was squatting down, pushing her own anxious pussy into Anita's equally anxious mouth. Bob slipped a second finger into her ass; Anita moaned, and suddenly I felt the soft slippery walls of her cunt convulsing around my tongue, her juices filling my mouth as she overflowed. Dianna began to shudder as she rode Anita's tongue; Bob withdrew his digits from Anita's ass and stepped around behind Dianna. As she rocketed past the limits of her control, Bob bent her over, her head now resting on her lover's belly. He reached down to her pussy and rubbed his fingers over the slippery wet skin, teasing at Anita's lapping tongue as he did so. He then slid his finger back to her buttocks, wetting her tight opening with her own juices. Then, with Dianna already squirming down against him, he pushed his cock into her. Riding Anita's tongue and Bob's prick, Dianna exploded into her climax, moaning loudly, twisting and writhing. Bob began thrusting into her, slow, long strokes, his hands reaching around her sides, grabbing at her round, shaking breasts. 33