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
