in front of Sam lay Dianna. Also naked, she was on her back, in the center of the table, between the two candelabras. Slowly, we approached the table. Dianna's magnificent round breasts were covered with a thick white covering of whipped cream. At the top of each of her lovely mounds peeked a cherry-red monument marking her hidden nipples. A trail of cream led down between Dee's breasts over her belly, ending at the peak of her mound. Jack The Chef had placed chocolate mints, round and thin, between the lips of 168 Dianna's pussy, standing them on their narrow sides like a curving row of black soft coins. At the entrance to her pussy was a puff of whipped cream, studded with another large red cherry. Dianna's ass was propped up on a cushion, and she held her thighs open. At the crest of her ass was a second puff of the sweet white cream, this one studded with a huge, perfectly shaped strawberry. Dianna's eyes were open, and she watched us for our reactions. As I moved closer to the table along with the others, the details of the feast grew more and more apparent. Tiny chocolate chips had been scattered into the white creamy froth passing between- the white fluffed mountains of her breasts. Samantha reached over Dee's thighs and then her slender fingers reached into the cream and pulled open the lips of Dianna's cunt. Again, a collective gasp arose as another of Jack and Samantha's surprises was revealed. The rounded tops of several of the grapes with which Jack had filled Dianna's pussy glimpsed out at us through the cream. Still holding Dianna open and exposed, Sam looked up at us. Her smiled sparkled with the struggle of an all-but-irrepressible giggle.
'Looks delicious, doesn't she?' Samantha asked us. 'Jesus,' I heard someone behind me murmur. As if in a trance, we stepped forward, forming a semi-circle around the table and the fantasy feast prepared so lovingly by our chef. Viv, who was standing even with Dianna's shoulders, reached down to Dianna's breasts, scooping up a white fluff of cream with her fingertips. Bob lowered his tongue to the chocolate-chip-sprekled trail of cream, and began wetly tracing the path down across her belly. Dianna closed her eyes, whispering something softly that no one but her could hear. Eve bent over Dianna's tender thighs and began licking the creamy puff off the curve of her mound as Samantha, ever the helpful one, held her thighs apart. Ted was licking at Dee's other breast, his face pressing gently into the soft white of the cream, smearing the stuff all over his face as he pressed into Dianna. Jane's mouth had found Dianna's, and their tongues played together, one teasing the other. Frank had gone around behind the table and, standing behind the Chef's Assistant, Samantha, was moving his hand over and around the cheeks of her ass, teasing at the crest, then teasing again down farther between the lips of her cunt. She bent over slightly in response to his touch, spreading her thighs apart, inviting him to examine her further. Jane, standing beside and admiring her husband's handiwork, had reached over to me, unzipping my pants and then, turning to face me, her fingers moved quickly as she pulled my trousers down to the floor. My cock sprang out stiffly as she freed it, amazing me with its renewed vigor. I stepped out of my pants, and then I stripped Jane out of her few bits of clothing. We both turned back to the table, Jane standing directly in front of me, her behind pressing backwards against my prick. I lowered myself, thrusting my cock between her legs, up against the opening wet lips of her pussy. She squirmed down a bit against my shaft, rubbing herself over my hardness. By this time, Dianna was smeared with the cream, hands and mouths sliding over her slippery, sticky body. She was writhing in rhythm to those touching and pawing her, moaning softly. Eve had licked away most of the cream covering her snatch and, with her talented tongue, was now engaged in mouthing all of the grapes that filled Dianna's gaping cunt. I noticed the lips of Dee's pussy trembling in the first tentative convulsions of her orgasm; a grape, its smooth rounded surface gleaming with the glistening of Dianna's juices, sparkled with the oils. Bob had reached into Dianna, and with his fingers vying for room with Eve's searching grabbing tongue, plucked a grape from her stuffed center and brought it to his mouth. It disappeared between his lips.
'You taste good, Dianna… the perfect dessert… My compliments to the Chef and to his beautiful Assistant. Truly an idea well worth waiting for.'
Eve's mouth was now mashed down against Dianna's pussy, her tongue snaking in and around the slick round pearls of grapes, the tongue and the unfamiliar fullness driving Dianna into a frenzy. Other tongues played and sucked at her now-exposed nipples. Samantha continued to hold Dianna's legs open, letting all of us sample the tasty creamy treats. Bob had reached under her, pushing his hand through the puff of cream guarding the crest of her ass, and was inserting a now-slippery digit up into her dark tightness. Jane turned her head back over her shoulder. She stood between the table and me. I had lifted up her dress and gathered it around her waist. She wore no panties; her eyes found mine. Her hand continued its gentle, slow sliding over Dianna's shaking breasts.
'Fuck me,' she whispered, 'fuck me while I taste Dianna.'
Moving forward a few inches, she lowered her head between Dianna's thighs. Dee watched as she moved, spreading her legs open, arching up a few inches. Jane pressed her mouth gently against Dianna's gash. Dee closed her eyes and moaned softly as Jane traced her tongue between the lips of her pussy. Jane began licking at the cream still smeared over Dee's mound; Dianna responded to the woman's touch, holding herself up off the table, her hips rotating in a slow circular motion. Jane licked and lapped at the cream and Dianna's own slippery juices, until finally she plunged her mouth down deep in Dianna's cunt, her tongue wrapping around the smooth round shape of the grapes, plucking them from Dianna's now-gaping pussy one at a time, taking most of them into her mouth, some falling from Dianna to the surface of the table.
Eve had climbed up onto the table and, now naked, straddled Dianna, her sweet snatch directly above Dianna's mouth. Slowly, Eve eased herself down onto Dianna's waiting, hungry mouth. Eve, her eyes closed, began whimpering softly as she squatted down, Dianna's tongue impaling her, drinking in the glistening amber juices of her excitement that by now were slowly seeping out from between the lips of her cunt. Eve leaned forward then, balancing herself on her knees, and reached back around her waist to pull herself open.
I reached out and, as Jane kept munching on Dianna's cunt, forced the willowy blonde to bend farther over. Moving closer to her, I guided my cock down between her legs and then up into her lovely, accepting cunt. Jane gasped as I slipped up into her, then shifted her weight a bit, spreading her legs wider, inviting me in. Her crotch was wet and hot, and immediately I could feel my own excitement swirling, growing heavy between my legs, the pressure of my anticipation building swiftly. I reached around Jane, grabbing at her bosom. I began a thrusting motion, slow and constant and deep, keeping rhythm with my probings to my lover's increasingly urgent bucking.
'Oh… yes… yes… feels so good… yes, in and out… Dianna… you taste so… good… delicious… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… Ben, fuck me while I fuck Dianna… fuck me…'
Jane's pleadings were breathless and gasping; the warm slippery flesh of her box felt as if it were sucking on my cock, trying to pull my tide of scum from the depths of my balls.
Bob moved to the table, and quickly he replaced the tongues that had been eating Dianna's pussy. He, too, began sucking out the grapes, until finally he had removed all of the little round pearls. But for the tongues and fingers lapping at her, Dianna was empty. Dee was moaning loudly now, her eyes closed, her tongue still exploring Eve as she balanced on the precipice of her release. Eve stiffened, a guttural whisper escaping from within her; she clenched her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut. Dianna bucked once, and then again, and then, with a sharp jerking movement, she joined Eve as they floated out into the deep rushing space of their shared climax. Bob climbed up on the table, positioning himself between Dianna's wide-open thighs. His dick was straining out from his body like a flag pole, the flared purple head ready with the straining pressure of its own anticipation. My cock still locked within Jane's wet soft grasp, I watched as Bob lowered himself down between Dianna's legs. Dee whispered something I couldn't hear as Bob slid his prick up between the lips of her pussy and into her lush, waiting love-hole. Arching up, she accepted the full length of his shaft, and soon the two were moving together, up and down, Bob thrusting and probing into Dianna, Dee sliding herself up and down the hard slippery stalk of his cock. Jane's mouth had discovered Dianna's nipples, and as I rode her, she pressed her head into the great softness of Dianna's trembling breasts, her tongue flicking out at her nipples, teasing the hard red rosettes. Samantha still stood across from us on the other side of the table. Ron had moved behind her and, as Sam licked and sucked Dianna's body, Ron drove his cock up between Sam's legs, forcing her to bend farther and farther over until he had plunged his pecker into her up to its soft, fleshy hilt. Frank's hands grabbed at Jane's breasts as I probed her; his fingers held the hard redness of her nipples between his lips, and he squeezed at them as I rode her until finally, suddenly still, she turned her head back over her shoulder.
'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
