quickly stiffening cocks as Dianna brought the wine in from the den. I waited until Dianna had rested the large silver tray on the table at the right of the fireplace. I motioned to her silently to join Tom and me, the two of us now sitting on the rug in front of the fire. Dianna came to us, knelt down on one knee, then reclined back on the cushions between us. Tom's eyes were riveted to Dianna's huge round breasts, which swayed from side to side in slow sweeping curves as she moved. Dee closed her eyes as her head touched the cushion. I reached up and, as Tom stared wide-eyed, I unbuttoned her shirt, button by button. After I had finished, I pulled the material back to display her pink-crowned softness. Tom's eyes followed my fingers next to her skirt. Slowly, as I did with the blouse, I pulled open each separate button in the line of six that ran up the front of her skirt. After I had finished, I again pulled the material apart, this time exposing Dianna's anxious pussy to Tom, who watched, his eyes fixed on the unfolding lush display before him. As I pulled open the skirt, Dee, her eyes still closed, spread her thighs open; Tom reached down, running his hand over Dianna's mound. Dee moaned at the touch, and Tom lowered his mouth to her left nipple, taking the swollen stiff thing into his mouth. I pulled open the lips of Dianna's cunt, and Tom's fingers, following mine, quickly found their way into Dianna's slippery pink crevice. Dianna arched her ass up off the cushion beneath her; she was wet, her juices glistening against the pink-red flesh. Tom's towel had fallen to the floor, and his cock was hard and long; he moved to his left a bit and began rubbing his straining prick over Dianna's glorious breasts. Dee reached up and held her soft mounds together, pressing them into each other, forming one great mass of curves, as first one of her lovers and then the other thrust his cock between them.
I remember moving back from Dianna at about that point and, sipping at the wine, silently watching the two as Tom examined his new magnificent toy. Tom had turned Dianna over onto her stomach, the cushion beneath her belly now forcing her delectable bottom up into the air. As Tom moved back around her, Dianna spread her thighs open, exposing her cunt to Tom's examination. I watched him as he ran his hands over her, first along the crest of her ass, then down between her legs, then finally, holding the labia of her pussy open with the fingers of one hand, he inserted two of the fingers of the other up inside her. Dianna gasped, then raised up higher as he pushed a third digit up into her wetness.
I stood up, letting the towel fall to the carpet at my feet. I moved down to the two lovers just as Tom, now on his knees, began moving up against Dianna, pushing his prick over the slippery pink-ness of her cunt. Dianna was rotating her rear end in soft tight circles, inviting Tom to use her further.
I reached around Dianna, holding her by her breasts, as Tom's prick, its bulging round head purple with the strain of its own engorgement, found her warm wet opening. She moaned as she accepted him, his shaft thrusting up into her gash. Tom reached around her with his hands, holding her by her thighs, pulling her back against him as he strained forward.
As Tom began his slow, constant pumping, Dee opened her eyes and turned to me. Looking up, she smiled at me, then once again shut her eyes tightly against any interference with the overwhelming fantasy that she was living. On my knees, I moved around so that I was directly in front of her. She raised her head at my movement; my cock, aching for release, stretched straight out to her lips, barely an inch or two from her warm wet mouth. I held her head between my hands as I pushed my cock into her mouth. She closed her soft red lips around my prick, her tongue teasing at the tip. I arched forward, and she accepted my entire length. Tom, his pumping becoming more and more urgent, whispered that he wanted Dianna on her back when he came. I took my dick from her mouth as Tom stepped back; slowly, we turned her back over. She positioned her ass over the cushion, spreading her legs open.
'Oh, Jesus… please… I want a cock inside… of me… oh… Jesus, please…'
Tom quickly moved between her knees. Dee arched up as he lowered onto her; Dianna groaned as Tom mounted her, driving his cock deep up into her. My fingers played over Dianna's breasts as the two of them reached the peak of their control together. Sudde‹nlys Dianna moaned loudly; first arching, then wrapping her thighs around Tom's waists she began a jerking, bucking ride, impaled on his jutting cock. Tom stiffened, his back perfectly straight; then, with the first massive wet convulsion of his cock, he fell into his climax, pumping, thrusting, jerking into Dianna; Dee's head moved from side to side as he gushed into her pussy, filling her with a continuing torrent of his hot thick semen. Leaning down, I kissed Dianna hard on the mouth as Tom fucked her, emptying his white creamy load into her accepting cunt. They writhed together for long minutes, moving, twisting, grabbing at the pleasures of one another. As Tom slowed, I motioned to him silently, and, with Dianna still caught up in her swirling, rushing release, he withdrew from between her legs. I noticed that his cock, still hard and stiff, was coated with a white, glistening mixture of Dianna's oil juices and his own sticky cum.
As I guided Dianna back over onto her stomach, Tom slipped beneath her, sliding down until his pecker, standing stiffly up from his body, was directly under Dianna's cunt.^Dee squatted down over him, lower and lower, until first the head, and then the entire length of his shaft, disappeared up into her. I moved around behind her; she groaned as I caressed some oil between the cheeks of her ass. Then, slowly, as Dee began moving up and down on Tom's straining prick, I pushed my cock down into her tight dark opening, sliding farther and farther into her hot anus.
Tom began thrusting into her, and I could feel the moving, jerking bulge of his cock in her pussy against mine as I reached up into her rectum. She felt tight, her two lovers stuffing her with their own demanding needs, As Tom reached up to guide one of her nipples into his mouth, Dianna fell back into her orgasm, moving on the two of us. Tom gasped, then erupted info her for the second time; feeling the jerking convulsion of Tom's cock as it spilled into her, I exploded into her ass, filling her tightness with my wet creamy release. What seemed like hours passed, as the three of us sated ourselves on the others, taking the pleasures before us like an unending feast.
Later, while the three of us spoke quietly into the almost dawn of the early morning, Oianna accepted the both of us again, until finally, the light of the young day beginning to filter in through the shuttered windows, the demands of the fantasy were satisfied.
CHAPTER THREE
By Saturday afternoon, both Dianna and I were almost desperate for the party to begin. It was apparent that Dianna, aside from being unable to resist the challenge of satisfying several lovers at one time, was especially intrigued by the remarks that Ron and Vivian had made regarding what the two of us had begun to refer to as 'The Initiation Ritual.' Dee had developed a sexual vanity that virtually begged to be the center of attention, and as she prepared for the evening, visions of the erotic danced through her head. Early in the afternoon I had sat in the bathroom, watching her guide the shiny blade over her body; we had trimmed the patch of sandy down between her legs with scissors, then razored her clean around it, so that after about sixty minutes of work, her mound was left with a tiny thatch of covering. As I helped her, I noticed that the lips of her pussy were already open, and the flesh of her cunt was already glistening with her oily excitement. She then spent most of the remainder of the afternoon in the tub, every so often mixing into the steaming water thick globs of scented body oils. She spent an hour with her hair, first brushing then arranging, then brushing again, and finally, a few minutes before six, she emerged, looking about as good as it's possible for a woman to look.
She chose to wear a long dress, the material light and thin and airy; her blouse was of the same material, with a print of small summer flowers marking the trim. She was naked beneath the blouse, her huge breasts, and their stiff red erect crowns, pressing out against the fabric of the top.
We shared a quick joint before we left the house, the two of us hoping that in some magical way, the heavy perfumed smoke might dull the edge of the tension that the both of us were feeling. The dope helped a bit, and we drove off, sharing an almost overwhelming rush of anxious, excited dread.
The directions that Ron had given us called for us to drive out beyond the sprawl of the city to the rolling green hills of the outlying villages. He had mentioned that the location was a little way out, and we had to drive for just less than an hour before we found the street, and then for another five minutes until we found the house.
The place was beautiful. The perimeter of the huge lot was ringed with a great green hedge, well over six feet in height and seeming as thick. Set well back from the street, a huge brick mansion, its second floor visible above the top of the hedge, stood ready to accept its evening's guests. An open gate broke the hedge directly in its middle, and I aimed the car off the street and onto the broad, gravel-covered drive that swept across the grounds
