Paramours in Paradise

Joy Ousex
CHAPTER ONE

Dianna looked absolutely tremendous. After what seemed like hours, she had finally finished dressing, and had emerged from the steamy bathroom looking fresh and full of life. And, as is usually the case with Dianna, she also looked anxious and full of anticipation.

Wearing nothing but a long white kimonolike robe, she walked across the room and over to where I had been sitting, waiting for her. Her straight blonde hair fell just over her shoulders; she had made a great effort during the past week to revive her slowly fading summer tan, and her skin had returned to a soft golden brown. She was tall, and stood before me, a smile playing across her lush red lips. "You like?" she asked.

She reached down to the sash of her gown and, her fingers working at the bow, pulled back the material, holding it open. My cock tingled as I looked at her.

Though a tall woman, her body was trim, her flesh tightened into sweeping curves and slopes. Her huge breasts jutted out from her body, two great round things, very firm yet very soft, crowned by two dark pink nipples that always seemed to be hard and erect with excitement, and that always seemed to be extending their invitation to my mouth. The flat plane of her belly swept down to her incredibly narrow waist, then blossomed out again as her hips melded into her thighs, full curving delights, guiding my eyes down to her perfectly shaped legs. My eyes went back to that treasured spot between her legs. A small triangle of sandy-blonde down covered her slightly rising mound, the contours of her cunt calling for my rapt attention. "Turn around," I told her.

She turned. I lifted up the thin material of the robe. Tight and curving, first out and then back in, her ass was nothing less than magnificent. I reached out and ran my hand down the crest of her hips, tracing the curve with my fingers. "Very nice, Dianna, very nice."

She turned back to face me. Her hands again pulled the robe open, and, moving forward, I extended my hand to her pussy. She reached down, between her legs; her eyes shone with excitement, her fingers slowly pulled open the lips of her pussy, exposing the pink already-slippery flesh. My finger slipped between the soft pink petals of her cunt, searching for the fleshy red button of her clitoris. She sucked in her breath as my fingers found the glistening nubbin. I pinched it lightly, holding it, rubbing it gently.

"You're wet already, Dee," I told her, my voice cracking a bit with my own increasing needs.

"I know. Put your finger inside of me, Ben. Please."

I leaned forward and, sliding my hand down the shimmering pink canyon, inserted my finger up inside of her. She squatted down just a bit to ease my entrance.

"Oh, God, that's niee, so nice… Yes, that's right, right, right, in and around… so nice…"

My finger pushed farther into her wetness; then, slowly, a second finger joined the first. Her pussy was more than warm, almost hot, the soft walls of her secret sexual chamber closing around my hand with their wet oily clutching. I twisted my fingers inside of her for a minute or two, stretching her.

Then, ignoring Dianna's throaty pleadings, I removed my finger from her cunt.

"Turn around, Dee," I told her. Dianna obeyed, spinning slowly so that she now stood in front of me, facing the same direction. Without being told, she gathered the long white kimono around her waist, exposing her pert ass. She looked back over her shoulder at me, smiled, and then leaned far over so that her forehead was but inches from the floor. I reached out to her, my hands pulling open the cheeks of her ass. She whimpered as I exposed her. Slowly, I inserted one of my fingers up into her ass, the oily juices of her pussy making her dark round entrance wet and slippery. She squirmed back down as my digit drove into her warm tight tunnel.

"Oh God, that's… so nice… so… nice… deeper, yes… yes… just a little deeper… yes…"

Her breathing was becoming more and more rapid, her words more and more of a chanting. She let go of her gown and had reached back around, her fingers now holding open her ass, inviting me to explore her deeper. I inserted a second finger into her rectum, pushing it high into her darkness. Her thighs began to tremble as I twisted my hand. I pushed higher, held her on my fingers for a brief moment, letting her enjoy her fullness; and then, very slowly, I withdrew my hand from her.

I reached over to the small table on my left; I took from a small box a narrow but quite long white plastic vibrator. The thing was fastened to a wide blue strip of silk.

"Lean way over, Dianna," I told her. She did as she was told, and I rubbed my hand over the hard rubbery shaft of the dildo. Then, telling Dee to pull her thighs apart, I inserted the tube up into her cunt. She bucked gently as it entered her. After pushing it as far as I could, so that only the bottom tip peaked out from between the lips of her pussy, I tied the long silk band around her waist, first pulling the scarflike material between her legs on each side of her now desperately anxious mound. The pressure of the silk held the vibrator up inside her.

My finger found a tiny switch on the tip of the dildo, and she began to writhe as the plastic prick began to silently tremble within her.

"Oh Jesus that's so… feels so good… so good…" Her forehead began to glisten with a sheen of her sweat. She had turned to face me; her hands had both dropped to between her legs, her finger pushing inward in slow, pumping movements on the tip of the plastic dildo. She watched me as I reached back to the table, picking up a joint. I lit it, took a long sucking drag on the yellow-tinged cigargette, then handed it up to her. Dianna took it, enjoyed a huge hit, and then handed it back to me. She closed her eyes as I took a second hit. We traded the doobie back and forth until we finished it, all the while Dianna, with her eyes shut, rotating her hips slightly as she stood there, the vibrator teasing at the depths of her cunt. The air in the room was heavy with the odor of the sweet grey smoke.

There was a soft knocking at the front door. Dianna started a bit, her eyes flashing open. I motioned for her to relax. She let the folds of the robe once again fall together in front, and gently lowered herself to the cushions on the couch across from me. I stood up, first tossing the^ small roach into a nearby trashbasket, then stepped to the door. I bent slightly and squinted out through the peephole. I saw our visitors, distorted through the lens, and swung open the door.

Anita and Bob stepped into the entry area. I shook Bob's hand, and as he struggled out of his coat, gave Anita, Dianna's twin sister, a peck on the cheek.

We chatted for about fifteen seconds at the door, exchanging greetings, and then walked in and joined Dianna where she remained waiting in the livingroom.

Dianna and Anita were twins but that fact and their height was where the physical similarities ended: Anita had naturally dark skin, almost a Mediterranean olive-green tint. Her hair was pitch-black, and her eyes a big round deep brown. Her face was slightly more delicate than Dianna's, and her breasts, though very round and firm-looking, were smaller than those of her sister. Both women possessed the same flat bellies and trim dancer's legs. Anita's ass took second place only to Dianna's. Everyone found a place to sit in the livingroom 11 and, after some wine had been passed around, another joint was lit; during the next few minutes, we caught up with the recent history of each other.

Bob and I had been planning this evening for over a month, and the anticpation rolling about my stomach was like a tide of boiling waves struggling against the calming heavy fog of the dope. I had turned off all of the electric lights, and the four of us spoke quietly in the golden dancing shadows of the fireplace and the one single kerosene lamp burning away on a shelf at the far end of the room.

I sat on the end of the couch opposite Dianna, who had reclined against the thick cushions. The tense, anxious look in her eyes betrayed her continuing struggle for control over the waves of excitement pouring through her from the silent teasing of the vibrator still buried deep in her pussy. Bob sat in a chair to my right; Anita sat in a heavily cushioned loveseat directly across from me. Dianna's sister was wearing a thin beige blouse, its filmy material hiding nothing of Anita's breasts; her nipples, very large and very dark, etched their outline in the shirt as they strained with anticipation. Her skirt was a summer print. My stare drank in the curves of her softness. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled, then followed that with a quick wink. My eyes fell to her legs. Her dress had slid up above her knees; as we all talked quietly together, she slowly spread open her thighs, inviting my stare. Anita wore nothing under her skirt, and I could feel my cock hardening as my eyes traced the faint outline of her pussy, covered by a thick thatch of coal-black down.

Dianna, in reaching for a joint on the table in front of us, had let her robe fall open in front, the fullness of her left breast exposed. I watched Bob's eyes as he feasted on her bosom, Dianna not bothering to pull the gown back in place.

A second joint was lit and passed around. I stood up, and, having to think through a numbing swirling rush from the dope, started a tape rolling, the room filling with the soft, almost imperceptible rumble of some very mellow music. By this time, Anita's dress was completely open, and I wanted to bury myself in the soft black darkness that she was displaying so casually. The atmosphere in the room was tight with tension as we spoke, talking about everything except that which was foremost on our minds. After a third joint had been smoked, I turned 13 and faced Dianna.

"Why don't you show your sister the surprise I gave you," I suggested. Dee responded with an anxious smile. She stood up and stepped around the low, round coffee table in the center of the room and over to Anita, finally standing directly in front of her. Dee closed her eyes as her fingers again untied the sash that held the gown together. With a quick, shrugging movement of her shoulders, the white robe slipped to the floor. I watched as Anita's eyes went over the curving flesh in front of her. Dianna's nipples were hard and a bright pink-red, her huge breasts rising and falling in breathy anticipation.

Dianna spread her thighs open as Anita's eyes rested on the silk belt that kept the dildo in place. Dee stepped closer as her sister leaned forward and slowly untied the cord. Anita stood up as the strap fell to the floor.

Anita was almost exactly as tall as Dianna, perhaps a half-inch shorter at most. The sisters looked at each other, deeply into the eyes of the other, neither saying a word. Then suddenly, there occurred one of those magic times, when, without words, the thoughts bounding between people become so intense that all at once there's a terrific, unseen and and unheard explosion of release, when thoughts and desires become one and dominate everything else.

Anita stepped back from Dee and, with a few quick movements of her own, she stood naked. The two women moved together, their four erect, throbbing nipples just barely touching, the anticipation of one teasing the anxiousness of the other.

Dianna leaned forward just a bit, until her lips touched those of her sister. Anita's tongue darted out, whisking at the soft red, also-darting tongue of Dee. As they teased one another, their bodies moved again toward each other, this time more closely, until the round softness of their breasts crushed themselves into the softness of the other. My cock stiffened to its aching full length as Anita's hands traced an endless grid of invisible lines over the slopes and curves of Dianna's body, the unfamiliarly feminine fingers, beckoning Dianna farther and farther down into the dizzy rushing path of her own excitement. Anita's fingers slipped lower and lower, tracing and retracing their way over Dee, until finally they had flowed over and across her belly, waiting for the twin's response.

I quietly got up off the couch and stepped over to where Dianna and Anita embraced. I motioned to Anita with my eyes and she stepped back from Dianna's arms.

Anita stepped behind Dianna; I put my hand on her shoulders, forcing her to lean over. I bent over and, reaching around her waist, I pulled open the cheeks of her ass, exposing her two tight southerly openings to Anita. Kneeling down, still directly behind Dianna, Anita let her fingers slide between the lips of Dianna's cunt, and very slowly she pulled the still-trembling dildo from her tight wet grasp. Anita found the switch and flipped it; then, her eyes on mine, she brought the shimmering white plastic to her mouth, and licked at the oily globs of Dianna's love juices. Lapping it down, she licked it clean, then let it fall to the carpet next to her.

Then Anita forced Dianna down onto her knees. I placed a cushion under Dee's belly; Dianna arched up, spreading her thighs apart, her rear end high in the air. Her sister knelt between her legs, then lowered herself so that finally her mouth was only a few inches from Dee's pussy. I stood up and moved back to the couch, and, with Bob, watched, transfixed, as Anita, inching closer and closer to Dianna, began flicking her tongue out to the lips of Dee's cunt.

I felt my balls growing heavy with the surging tide of my own needs as Anita pressed her whole mouth against Dee, her tongue licking and sucking at her deliriously open pussy. Anita's tongue made soft wet sounds as she drank in Dianna's honey flavor. Bob had moved to the floor and, leaning on his side next to the two women, watched as if he had become hypnotized as the red thirsty tongue snaked its slippery way into the pink shimmering darkness.

Just as Dianna's soft moans began to drift into hoarse, throaty demands, Anita turned her sister over onto her back. Anita then knelt, straddled over Dianna, so that her pussy was directly over Dianna's mouth. Slowly, very slowly, Anita squatted down, until Dianna's outstretched tongue disappeared between the lips of Anita's cunt. Anita tensed at the featherlike pressure as Dianna's tongue slipped up into her, and then lowered her head down to Dianna's anxious, accepting pussy.

As Dianna licked at her wet depths, Anita's lips found the slippery red clitoris, and, sucking the swollen pulsing thing into her mouth, began pumping lightly on her twin; Dianna, her husky pleadings now filling the room, began to squirm, arching up and spreading her thighs back, silently demanding of her sister that she go on and on with her searching examination.

Anita adjusted her position, shifting her weight onto her elbows; with her arms reaching down and around Dianna's hips, her fingers found their way between the cheeks of her sister's ass. Dianna arched up as Anita spread her open, all the while letting her tongue run uncontrolled over the pink soft wetness of Dianna's cunt. Dee groaned as her sister slowly inserted a long slender finger up into her anus. Anita pushed up into her with her finger, while at the same time driving down into her pussy with her tongue. Dianna responded, pushing her tongue up into Anita's cunt, holding her twin against her mouth, the two women entangled in the soft desperate graspings of the other, and began the first of what was to be an almost endless oily chain of climax after climax.

As the two sisters writhed together, Bob raised himself to one knee and, catching my eye, motioned me to move around behind his wife. I stepped over to the two women, and then knelt down directly behind Anita. She had squatted all the way down onto Dianna's mouth, her thighs spread wide over Dianna's face. I reached out, running my hands over her slightly raised ass, gently kneading my fingers into the soft contours of her cheeks. Bob leaned over and pulled her open; Anita arched up as I teased at her tight dark rectal opening with the tip of my fingers. Bob reached over and grabbed a bowl of oil that I had placed on the coffee table. Dabbing some on his finger, he rubbed the slippery stuff between her sweet buttocks. Then, with Anita's ass glistening from the stuff, I inserted a finger down into her. Dianna drove her tongue farther into her sister's cunt, and I could feel Dianna's movement with the tip of my finger. Anita moaned loudly and began rocking back and forth, back and forth, accepting more and more of Dianna's tongue, and taking more with hers, with each bucking, arching cycle.

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.

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

I knelt up and moved closer to Anita. I rubbed the purple swollen head of my cock against her gleaming pink flesh. She felt smooth and slippery. I pushed into her, impaling her on my straining penis. I opened my eyes and watched Dianna as Bob exploded into her grasping rectum. She squatted as she came, pressing her convulsing cunt against Dianna's mouth. Anita bucked once, then gasped, then bucked again, her pussy rotating inches off the ground in small tight circles. She lashed out with her arms, then with her legs, falling into her twisting, ripping orgasm. Suddenly, my own tide broke away, surging out of me into the sucking wet tunnel of Anita's pussy. My muscles tensed as I shot into her, my cock jerking spasmodically inside of her, my hot thick white cum spilling out into her shaking, shuddering wetness. Bob gasped as he continued his hot flow into Dianna, even as I strained and poured into Anita.

More minutes passed, and then finally the four of us were still. The golden shadows of the fire danced across the ceiling and the walls of the room. As I stretched out on the carpet between the two women, sleep quickly smothered over the four of us.

Several hours had passed since Bob and Anita had announced their presence at our door, at least an hour had passed since the four of us had fallen together through our swirling, shared orgasm. Dianna and Anita had brought out some' sandwiches from the kitchen, and we talked quietly as we snacked; the wine and the dope, and, most of all, the sexual release, combined to mute reality for us, and seemed to envelop us all with an almost-numbed cocoon of calm. It was the early hours of the morning, and through the large skylight in the ceiling above me, I watched the blue, star-filled nighttime sky turn to the inky black screen of just before dawn.

"You know, I've been meaning to tell you all night, Ben, I heard of a… you're going to love this… a group, like a club, sort of, where all the members-well-it's sort of a club for connoisseurs of the, uh, physical… sexual…" Bob's speech was slightly slurred. He was sitting across from me, the two women relaxing on some cushions next to him on the floor. "A sex club, you mean?" I asked. "Uh, no, not exactly… not really a sex club … these people, the members, apparently take their sex quite seriously. They have all these rules… everyone has to be married, attractive, things like that. I guess there're about ten, fifteen couples, who are members, or whatever you want to call them."

I was probably too tired to show it, but Bob had piqued my curiosity. I noticed that Anita and Dianna had also stopped their own conversation and had diverted their attention to us.

"Why don't you give it a try," I suggested, reaching for a glass of wine. My mouth was dry and scratchy.

"Well, I don't know if I'm up to something like that. I was hoping that curiosity would get the better of Dianna and you; then you could tell us what it was like, and, uh, if it was any good, and then, Anita and I could join if it sounded okay."

"Aha, so that's it. You want us to be the guinea pigs," I laughed. Dee giggled, along with her sister.

"Not really, no. Actually, I just figured that since the two of you are the experts, your opinion would be good enough for us. Hey, I've got a name and phone number if you want to find out more about it."

Bob took a card from his wallet. I looked at the name and telephone number, then put it down on a small table next to niy chair and told Bob that I'd think about it.

In spite of some very half-hearted protests, another joint was lit, and after about twenty minutes, the four of us were once again entangled together on the thick cushion of the carpet. We fucked until midmorning.