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Diana's Theme
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"DIANA'S THEME"
I couldn't believe my eyes: her cord jeans were so tight I imagined
I could see her pores through them. She had her back to me, and I
couldn't take my eyes off her firm, shapely ass.
My boyfriend and I had come to the dog show to look at animals, but
I never expected to wind up feeling animalistic. Yet that's exactly
how I felt as I stared at the blonde. My boyfriend, Gary, leaned over
and breathed in my ear, "Like what you see, don't you, Cris?" I nodded
and looked away, embarrassed only because I'd been caught.
Until meeting Gary, I had given only passing thought to contact
with my own sex, just as most so-called "straight" people do. But he
let me know early in our relationship that he definitely isn't straight.
The stories about the guys he has balled have always aroused me, often
creating a backdrop for passionate love-making.
Of course, fantasies about seeing him doing a 69 with another guy
gave 'way to ideas of my getting it on with another woman. We've talked
several times about Barb, a young woman I work with. She is petite and
very cute. While I've entertained the idea of making advances toward
her, she really is quite straight, so I've kept my thoughts to myself--
wishing I could lick her at the same time Gary is plunging his cock into
me.
A couple of episodes have occurred with friends when we'd been
drinking. I remember enjoying them, although the alcohol dimmed my
memory of the experiences. I've never gone looking for bisexual relief,
but never turned it down when it came to me.
Still, I was surprised to be visually molested by the blonde and
her tight ass. She hadn't turned toward me yet, and I could only im-
agine what the rest of her looked like. Well, what the hell, I thought,
maybe I should maneuver so I could see the more of the package. I tried
not to be too obvious so I suggested to Gary that we move to the show
ring where the blonde was standing. Gary kind of smirked, which made me
blush, but I figured it was just a harmless game that we could both
enjoy.
When we had walked the 25 or 30 feet to the next ring, we stopped
at a spot where I could get a three-quarter view of her. My eyes wid-
ened when I saw the outline of a well-contoured breast pushing against
her fuzzy blue sweater. The curve of her cheek and the wisp of blonde
hair that touched her shoulders were very feminine.
She turned unexpectedly in my direction in response to a noise
from the ring. As she looked around the room her eyes stopped on me,
and I felt my insides do a slow roll. She had blue eyes to go with the
blonde hair, but she was also tan and fit-looking. She was about 5'6"
and slender--maybe 110 pounds. A nice fit, I fantasized, since I have
somewhat short brown hair, am 5'4" tall, weigh 106, have a chest that's
slightly bigger than average and I'm in pretty good shape from swimming
and running.
I turned back toward Gary, who leaned over and said, "Your nipples
are hard." I giggled and elbowed him in the ribs. I shot a glance
back in her direction and turned crimson when I detected her looking at
me again. When I saw her whispering to her friend (boyfriend? husband?
casual acquaintance?) and gesturing in our direction, I was puzzled
then became a little alarmed when they got up and started moving toward
us. Then I realized there were a couple of empty seats nearby.
I soon became aware of movement in back of us, then I heard a
throaty female voice commenting on the champion thoroughbreds on dis-
play in front of us. "That's a female," she was saying, "and you know
how I like females." She laughed. I was perplexed, assuming she was
talking about the dogs--but it was still a strange thing to say.
A stunt in the ring brought the crowd to its feet with a roar and
lots of applause. Suddenly, a cold liquid splashed all over me, and my
heart skipped a beat. I gasped, and Gary swung around. Instantly, the
blonde was next to me, babbling apologies. She had spilled a full cup
of cold 7-Up on me. My blouse was drenched, front and back. She pulled
a large, clean cloth from her purse and immediately began to dry me.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said over and over. "Please, let me help.
I'll pay your cleaning bill and take care of anything else for your
embarrassment. I wasn't paying attention to my drink when I jumped to
my feet."
She was so upset and wanted so much to make it right that I had to
laugh despite the clammy material clinging to my skin. "No serious
damage done," I soothed. She was still flustered, caught between mop-
ping up the mess and apologizing. So she did both. She ran the cloth
over my blouse and my neck and arms. Almost without a thought she
rubbed it several times back and forth across my chest, then caught
herself and turned bright red. "Oh, God," she wailed, "I'm just making
it worse!"
I laughed again and said, "It's OK--really, but I think I'd better
go to the restroom and get the worst off. It's a little sticky."
"Please, I feel so bad about this, I'll go with you," the blonde
insisted.
"No, you don't have to," I protested weakly.
"Really, I insist."
"Well, all right. Let's go."
She brightened and we excused ourselves.
"You know, we haven't exactly been formally introduced," I said.
"I'm Cris."
"Oh, goodness! I'm sorry. My name is Diana, and I don't really go
around spilling things on people all the time. And you're so pretty,
which upsets me even more to think that I've spoiled your outfit."
"No, you haven't spoiled it. It'll easily come out in the wash.
And some water will get it off me."
We walked into the empty restroom, which was very nice for an arena
facility. The sinks were separated by small partitions. I went down
to the last one so I wasn't so conspicuous. Diana pulled up a chair
for me, and I sat down.
"I'm going to have to take off my blouse, I'm afraid. I hope you
don't mind."
"Mind? No, of course not. Here, let me help you."
I could look at her close up now for the first time. She was even
more attractive than she appeared at a distance. She wore a choice,
alluring perfume. She was delicately feminine, had a cute figure and
was very sexy. Her heart-shaped lips were enticing.
I realized that while the accident with the drink may have been
real, what Diana was now doing was no accident. I started to remove the
wet blouse when Diana took over, pulling it over my head. She got the
cloth out of her purse again and moistened it. My bra was wet, too,
but I was a little reluctant to take it off. After all, I was slowly
disrobing in front of a woman I had just met.
Diana started running the warm, damp towel slowly over my shoulders
and across my neck, and I shuddered slightly, deliciously. She looked
at me in the mirror as she rubbed the cloth over me. "You know," she
said, "I have to admit that I noticed you before all this happened, but
I certainly didn't want to met you like this."
Deciding to play it out and see where it might lead, I teased her.
"How did you want to meet me?"
Now it was her turn to blush, but her hands never stopped their
movement. In fact, they migrated almost imperceptibly toward my chest.
"Well," Diana began, "I would've enjoyed meeting you over a drink
or maybe on the beach where we could both be dressed in bathing suits or
something that wouldn't inhibit us so much. This is almost as good,
though, seeing your well-rounded chest...oh, forgive me, I don't mean
to be so forward. It's just that you're very pretty, and I tend to
respond openly to that."
I knew now it was going somewhere, and I wasn't going to stop it.
"Yes, and some of it did splash down the front of me. Why don't you
wipe a little lower? Like here?" I took her hand and pointedly moved
it to my right breast, observing her intently as I did.
Diana's lips parted with a slight intake of air, and her eyes
closed briefly when her hand touched my breast. It didn't take any
more encouragement. Her hand moved on its own, reaching inside my bra,
searching for the nipple that was now as erect as her clit must have
been.
"You know I've been watching you, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes, and I've been watching right back. I didn't think it would
be possible to get close to you, but I honestly did lose control of my
soda."
"And how close are you to losing control now?" I wanted to know.
"It depends on how close you are," Diana replied.
Her fingers reinforced the comment as they snuggled inside my bra,
cupping my breasts and lightly pinching the nipples. I responded by
dropping my head back and looking directly at her, almost upside down.
She turned enough so we could see each other face to face, stared into
my eyes, and then deliberately lowered her lips to within a few inches
of mine. Her breath was sweet as it cascaded past my nostrils.
I reached up, ran my fingers through her hair, and slowly pulled
her mouth to meet mine. Our lips touched lightly at first, then groped
and explored each other. It was difficult to tell where her perfume
stopped and her sexual aura began. I lowered my hand from her head and
brazenly grappled for one of her breasts through the blue sweater. She
pushed the mound out to encourage me.
The fullness of her breast ignited me. I pulled and squeezed it
but was also hungry for the round, shapely ass that had attracted me to
begin with. While I wanted to get at it, I was so engulfed by every-
thing that I went for what was nearest: I sucked on her tongue playing
between my lips and almost into my throat. It was long, very wet (as
wet as my crotch, I thought) and practically filled my mouth. I pursed
my lips and created a tunnel, going down on her tongue the way I did on
Gary's cock. She was fucking my mouth with her tongue, and I was eager
for the assault.
She took my hand, the one massaging her breast, withdrew and said,
"We can't stay here like this. I'm surprised someone hasn't come in
already." Almost on cue, we heard the door swing open, and Diana disen-
gaged while abruptly draping the cloth around my shoulders. We were
both burning.
"There, you look better now," she said in a voice meant for the
gallery. Two women glanced at us uninterestedly and stepped into sep-
arate stalls. Leaning down to me, Diana whispered, "Don and I came
here in a van. Let's go out there so we can be alone." She ran her
tongue in my ear to make the point--as if she had to.
Diana went to another sink and checked her makeup while I put the
clammy blouse back on again. I glanced in the mirror, saw my smeared
lipstick and tousled hair, and decided to fix the evidence. After a
hurried adjustment, I walked over to Diana, playfully shot my tongue in
her mouth and said, "C'mon, let's go. I'm tingling for what comes
next."
As we left the restroom, Diana said, "We'd better tell the guys
where we're going, or at least that we'll be out for a bit. I'll be
right back."
She bounded off. I stood outside the restroom, contemplating what
might happen next. As I did, I savored the woman fantasies I'd harbored
back to my teen years--no, before--when I sought to be physically close
to others of my own sex. When we played house in the fixed-up chicken
coop near where I lived as a girl, I never wanted the boys to come in;
it was always the girls. I even made drapes to hang at the windows--
not to add realism, but to keep outside eyes from prying in while I
played "mommy." The mommy always got to do things the others couldn't,
things like taking care of "sick" daughters who always had to have their
thighs and groins and chests examined.
Then when I was head of the high school cheerleading squad, I got
special access to all of "my girls" whenever I wanted. I was able to
walk into their curtained dressing booths without arousing suspicion.
Amanda was my favorite. She'd toss her black hair coquettishly when
I'd walk in, letting her ample breasts push out. She always had some-
thing to say, like, "Take me, I'm yours" or "Why can't you walk in on me
when I'm completely nude?"
One day I did. She was wearing only black high heels, standing in
front of a full-length mirror with her legs slightly parted and one
knee pushed forward. She was putting on lipstick but stopped to stare
at me in the mirror. She turned, dropped one hand to her side and piled
the hair on top of her head with the other. Her breasts stood up and
out, almost pointing at me. She took a step forward, let her pelvis
rotate toward me and her feet move apart.
"Is this the visit I've been waiting for?" Amanda asked in a heavy,
quiet voice. "Do you like what you see?"
My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. I didn't know what to
do, although I certainly wanted to do something. I advanced toward
her. The other girls in the locker room were babbling among themselves,
unaware that enough juice was flowing nearby to lubricate the entire
cheerleading squad. Amanda moved up to me, took my hand and rubbed it
slowly between her legs. Her black fur was soaked. I was mesmerized
as she came at me, lips slightly parted and obviously ready to kiss me.
Suddenly, someone called my name sharply from outside the locker room.
Startled, I fled.
Amanda remained an unfulfilled memory now as beautiful Diana re-
turned, slid her arm around my waist, smiled and said, "OK, now we can
get some time alone."
We walked into the parking lot, commenting on how nice the day was,
making playfully lewd remarks. She told me that she had met her boy-
friend Don at a party, that Don likes guys as much as he likes her.
In turn, I told her about Gary's bisexual nature. The conversation was
exciting, stimulating.
Anticipation surged through me again. The scene of our kissing
back in the restroom echoed in my mind, and my pussy tingled. I glanced
around, saw no one, dropped back a step and gazed at her ass. It begged
to be touched, and I ran my hand over her curvy bottom, clasping it
lightly. She turned and smiled. "Are you an ass lady?" she giggled.
"I'd never thought much about it," I said, "but yours sure makes
my mouth water. I love running my hand over it. And more." As I ut-
tered the last two words, I slipped my middle finger between her legs
with the rest of my hand resting against her exquisite round mounds. I
let my finger slink through her crotch as we walked, but, wanting more,
I moved the tip into the depression that formed her opening. It was
very warm, and even through her pants I could feel dampness.
Diana led me to the far end of the parking lot to a fully equipped
van parked beneath a tree. She pulled some keys from her purse and let
us in. The van's interior was like a living room. Diana demonstrated
that it could quickly become a bedroom when she closed the drapes and
flipped open the bench seat to reveal a fold-out mattress. We laughed
at the rapid conversion and sat down next to each other. Turning to me
she breathed, "You're lovely. Have you ever done this before?"
"Once or twice," I admitted, feeling awkward that I wasn't more ex-
perienced. "I often dream about it. And after what we did back in the
restroom, I couldn't stop under any circumstances--even if I wanted
to."
"Good," was her only reply before she kissed me softly on the
mouth, her tongue tentatively probing. I wrapped one arm around her
while feeling her nipples with my free hand. She caressed the inside of
my left knee and gradually moved her hand up my leg to the soft spots of
my inner thighs. The seductive circular movements she made with her
fingers caused me to open my legs almost reflexively. Without missing
a beat, she smoothly swung around so that our legs rubbed each other's
pussies. She rode my leg, and my hips responded with their own lustful
swaying. Our breathing became deeper. Diana moved her hand from my leg
to my breast and abruptly disengaged, laughing.
She saw my puzzled look and said, "We've completely forgotten that
your blouse is still damp and definitely sticky. Now let's get you
cleaned up right. Take off your blouse and bra while I get a towel."
"You're right: I did forget in the heat of the moment," I agreed,
rubbing my hot crotch. "And my blouse isn't the only thing that's
soaked!"
We giggled as I slipped out of the blouse and Diana dipped a towel
into a basin of water. She turned and watched my breasts spill out of
the bra as I unsnapped it. Her eyes glittered, and I smiled at her.
She took the bra, placed it on a seat. Moving closer to me, she patted
the towel around my shoulders and upper arms. She gradually let the
damp cloth migrate to my breasts and finally to the tips. She was very
thorough, wiping all around the nipples and beneath my breasts. Then
she moved it to my stomach and washed there, too.
"How about popping out of those pants, and I'll clean your most
secret spot, too!"
"Okay," I agreed, "but you've seen me completely naked above the
waist, and I'm still staring at your fuzzy sweater. Here, let me help
you off with it."
Diana obligingly bent over, arms above her head. I tugged the
sweater off; I gulped as I saw those two gorgeous mounds drop free. I
cradled her breasts in my hands and then carefully slid a nipple between
my lips. It had a velvet softness. Diana put one hand over mine,
squeezing both my hand and her breast at the same time. I tongued and
sucked the organ until the nipple was erect and stiff. It was surround-
ed by a small areola that was slightly puckered with goose flesh. As I
ran my tongue around it, Diana shuddered and pulled my face closer to
her.
"Oh, Cris, please, let's take the rest of our clothes off. You've
made me so hot. And I have a small confession to make. I have a couple
of kinks. One is I like beautiful women like you. The other is that I
like to make love best when my partner is tied and helpless. I love
the feeling that gives me. There are some silk scarves in that drawer.
Would you let me tie you?"
"You want tie me up? But why?"
"Because that's how I get off. Please say you'll do it."
"Well, okay..." My voice trailed off, and I thought about all
this. Diana leaned across me, opened the drawer, and pulled out a red
and a blue scarf. Her breasts swung in my face, and I began sucking.
The movement startled her, but she froze in place to relish the sensa-
tion. I mouthed the nipple while lightly pinching the smooth area
around it.
Diana gently pushed me down on the bed. She stood up, loosened her
tight pants and wriggled out of them. Her panties came off at the same
time to reveal a patch of hair as blonde as that on her head. Her
smooth thighs and flawless legs took my breath away. I squirmed with
lust.
"Now you," she said, leaning down and popping open the waistband
on my skirt. That done, she ran her hands up my legs all the way to my
crotch. Her deft fingers found my love button and she thumbed it slowly
while rubbing my wet slash. "Raise up," she commanded, tugging on my
skirt at the same time. I did and she slid it off me, holding one hand
under my buttocks to support me in mid-air. Then she yanked off my
panties and let me settle back onto the bed. She stood and appraised
me as if she had just finished a task and wanted to admire her work.
Diana picked up the towel, dipped it into the basin and soaped it
into a foam. "Spread your legs wide," she urged. I complied, lying
back while she sensuously bathed every inch of my hot pussy. "Now turn
over," she commanded, "and push your ass up in the air." I did and she
lathered my pussy again, finally sliding the cloth slowly between my
ass cheeks. As she hit my anal knob, I pushed myself against her hand
even harder. She worked the soap around repeatedly.
"You like that, don't you?" she teased.
"Oh, do I!" I moaned.
"I'll give you lots more there. I promise."
She stood up, rinsed out the cloth and repeatedly wiped the soap
from me until she was satisfied that it was all gone. Then she washed
herself with the same thoroughness. I watched as she did, my sexual
appetite welling up in me unabated.
After hanging the towel up to dry, Diana turned to me with an eager
look and paused briefly. Suddenly she was on top of me, her lips cover-
ing mine. Her tongue drove in and out of my mouth. One hand was car-
essing my left breast while the other held my head immobile. I was
almost ready to cum without being touched any further, but it wasn't to
be--not yet.
Sitting astride me, Diana made a loop in the two scarves, slipped
them around my wrists and tightened them easily with a short jerk. She
rose to a kneeling position with her nest gaping almost in front of my
mouth. As I stared at it with both frank craving and a little fear,
she took my hands and stretched my arms out on either side of my head.
She fastened the soft material to handles just above the bed. A look
of triumph crossed her face and she said, "Now, I want to fuck you!"
I struggled a little with the unaccustomed restraints, but it
didn't make much difference. Diana slowly moved down across me, gliding
her fingers in a teasing dance across my torso, my side, my stomach,
into my muff and coming to rest on the insides of my thighs. Her thumbs
pressed there, and I displayed myself for her. She knelt before my
spread "V," lowered herself to within an inch of my groin, opened her
mouth wide and exhaled a hot breath against me. I loved it, but wanted
to cradle her head in my hands. I moaned, "Oh, please untie me, Diana."
Her only response was to lap her tongue teasingly over my clit.
I raised my head and looked down. She was looking directly at me
through half-closed lids. There was a distant look of drunken pleasure
on her face, which seemed to deepen as I struggled against the cloth
shackles. She reached up and massaged my breasts. I squirmed some
more, and she sank her tongue into my cunt. The soft mouth mixed with
my helplessness to create a strange sensation within me. Small gur-
gling sounds came from Diana as she licked me. Again I wanted to cum,
but she stopped and ran her lips around my inner thighs.
Then she sat up and straddled my right leg, her own left thigh
resting against my pussy. She rolled my pelvis slightly to one side
and slid her left leg underneath. The other leg rested on top of me,
slightly bent. She wiggled into position and, with an insistent move-
ment, began rubbing her hot pussy against mine. I could feel her juice
lubricating my outer lips, which responded with my own honey. She moved
slightly and her clit brushed mine. It was at once hot and wet, and yet
tinged with a slight, unique pain. I grunted a little as her upper leg
crossed my chest and her foot came to rest at my chin. Bound as I was,
I couldn't position her any better but raised my head and drew her big
toe into my mouth. She tensed as I did it but said nothing. She was
concentrating intensely on our scissor-fucking.
As the sexual part of her body made fucking motions against my
cunt, Diana put her thumb between our clits, creating a strong pressure
against my skin. I began to fuck her back. We were fastened in a
tight, undulating embrace that was again building me to a climax. It
was almost as if she could tell the exact moment to stop, because she
immediately withdrew and pulled off me.
Crouching on the bed, Diana first braced my legs against her shoul-
ders, then widened them to expose my ass. She leaned down and sank her
face between my cheeks. Her torrid tongue delved into my anus. She
licked all around the sphincter, at first lightly, then shoving it in-
side my hole. I cried out from the elegant pleasure. It seemed as if
she was shooting electrical sensations through my asshole all the way
up to my stomach. I loved it so much that I wanted to cum in my ass.
As Diana subjected me to this insulting delight, she stroked her
long fingernails through my underarms. Her fingers wandered slowly to
my breasts, and she pinched the nipples. I was extremely excited and
also frustrated at my bonds.
"Oh, Diana, please untie me. I want to stretch your lips apart
while I eat you. Please release my hands!"
This time she turned around, loosened the scarves, and my hands
fell free. Repositioning herself, she wrapped her legs around my head
with her pussy situated right over my face. The pink flesh glistened,
and I could see a drop of moisture at the end of her clit, which was
erect and unusually large--almost two inches long. The tenderest, most
sensitive flesh extended from its hood, demanding attention. She rolled
her pelvis down slightly, giving me a closeup view of her pursed anal
opening. She settled down on top of me, and her breasts pressed against
my stomach. Her tongue slowly frolicked through my navel and down
across the line of hair that led to my Mound of Venus.
When I injected my tongue into her anus, she moaned. I rimmed her
hole with my tongue, then attached my lips. Completely abandoned, I
entered Diana's ass again and again.
She wrapped her arms and hands around my thighs, outspread my legs
and, with her fingers, opened my cuntlips and peeled back the hood to
bare my raw clit. With her mouth in the shape of a tight "O", she gave
me this woman's blowjob.
I drew her own hot button into me. This was it, the exquisite
moment I had longed for when I first saw her. She humped my face and
gushed fresh, hot nectar. Suddenly, her opening widened on its own, and
I ran my tongue deep inside. She jerked, and we both went over the
edge. I plunged my finger inside her ass. Diana screamed into my cunt,
and the vibration of her voice sent repeated waves of joy through me.
She spasmed against me, and I gave her my cunt, my clit, my ass, any-
thing she wanted to complete our powerful climaxes. So much liquid
burst from Diana's cunt that it ran down my cheeks. I drank as much as
I could while my cum convulsed me.
Finally, the energy abated somewhat and we relaxed a little, our
mouths still planted on each other. After-shocks discharged through us
like distant flashes of lightning. She licked me lightly, and I re-
turned the favor. Slowly, Diana got up and turned around. She put her
arms around with our tits pressed together. She lowered her smeared
mouth on my own and kissed me deeply. I shivered, wrapped my arms
around her and drew her tightly to me.
We were rubbing each other's cunts with our legs when the door
burst open. We bolted upright. Gary and Don stepped inside. Both were
flushed, and I immediately noticed that their pants were bulging. Diana
was annoyed.
"Couldn't you have waited?" she asked.
"We did," Don said. "We've been outside for the past half hour
waiting for you two to finish. We were barely able to stand it. We've
gotten to know each other pretty well and decided we wanted to have
some of the same kind of bi-sex you two have been enjoying. I've al-
ready had a handful of Gary's cock, but I'd like to fill my mouth with
it. Why don't you two just relax while Gary and I suck each other off?"
Diana and I looked at each other doubtfully, miffed that two men we
liked and loved had intruded on our intimate moment. Yet the scent of
sex hung heavily in the air, and I felt something stir inside me as I
stared at the two handsome men.
Don appeared to be 30-ish, maybe 5'8" or 5'9" tall. His groomed
black hair, mustache and brown eyes contrasted with Gary's 5'11"/165-
pound physique, blue eyes, fair complexion and sandy hair. Gary was
rubbing Don's ass and, as they stood expectantly before us, Don began
kneading Gary's crotch.
Without waiting for an answer from Diana and me, Don zipped open
Gary's pants and reached in. Gary's pelvis lunged forward, as he unbuck-
led his belt, snapped open his pants, and let them cascade to his knees.
His fine, circumcised prick flopped out, and Don couldn't wait. He
knelt down and began mouthing Gary, who pushed his cock forward to meet
Don's oral attention. Resting his hands on his hard butt, Gary stared
at Don cradling his balls and sliding his tongue around the shaft.
The scene being acted out in front of us resurrected that animal-
like feeling in me. I wanted us to join the two guys, mixing it up and
completely blurring our sexuality. I wanted to be man while I was being
woman and wished the two men to be women as they reveled in their erect
manliness.
"Hey, you two," I said. "Why don't you take off your clothes and
come over here with us? You can have your cocks and eat them, too!
Diana and I can enjoy some more pussy-loving--won't we, Diana?"
Diana, no longer irritated, smiled and replied, "I can't think of
anything I'd like more."
With that, the last of Gary's clothes came off and Don quickly
stripped. I was astonished at how fast they got on the bed, lay on
their sides facing each other, and started mouthing each other's cocks
at once.
The spectacle of two good-looking guys doing a 69 re-ignited the
passion in Diana and me. She had me roll over on my stomach, with my
ass pushed in the air, maneuvered herself above me and said, "Open
your ass cheeks, Cris." When I did, she gradually lowered herself on
top of me, her own cheeks spread wide. I have never felt so carnal as
when her anus touched mine. We both twitched a little from this anal
"kiss." Then we began scissor-fucking our asses lewdly and lusciously.
As she rode me, Diana reached in the drawer again and pulled out a huge,
long, double-sided dildo and began feeding it into my cunt. The sensa-
tion made me cry out as both of my most responsive openings were as-
sailed.
Diana dismounted and had me roll over. As I did, I bumped into
Don's back. I felt the back of his head and slowly wound my fingers
around his neck to his mouth. The feel of Gary's cock sliding between
Don's lips was very erotic. Don was engrossed, fused as he was to
the hard machine. I held my fingers in a ring around Gary's cock, car-
essing Don's lips as he blew Gary.
Diana braced my legs with the dildo implanted in my cooze and lay
on her back, gliding the other end of the dong inside herself. With
her cunt facing mine, she began to fuck. The dildo entered us both on
the backstroke and withdrew on the upstroke. With my free hand, I grab-
bed the dildo so that I could feel both of our cunts at once. It was
more than I could handle. I abruptly withdrew, jerked the dildo out of
us and dropped on my knees to worship her slit with my mouth and tongue.
Next to us, Gary moaned as he devoured Don's powerful cock. I
raised up from Diana for a moment and was astonished to see all seven of
Don's inches sliding deep into Gary's throat. The two men were by now
in a faraway daze as they repeatedly pumped their organs into each oth-
er's mouths. But as I went back to suck Diana some more, Don broke
free, struggled to his knees and moved around behind me. "I want to
fuck you, Cris. Let me shove my cock in you," Don said.
Focusing as I was on Diana, I responded by parting my legs, pushing
my ass in the air and presenting my orchid-petal lips for him. He shook
slightly as he guided the cock to my opening. Then he rammed it in. I
was so wet that I took it effortlessly.
"Gary, come here," Don said. "Stand over Cris and give me your
cock."
I didn't even look up as Gary moved around the bed. My mouth was
filled with clit and pussy, while I was ravished with cock. I paused
for a moment and saw Gary stand standing over me, his cock aimed directly
at Don's mouth. As Don punctured me with his prick, he grabbed Gary's
buttocks, pulled him close and then jammed his mouth onto the waiting
dick. Don drew Gary in and out of him in rhythm with his strokes into
me. I picked up the same beat on Diana's clit.
We remained in this bisexual embrace for what seemed like eons,
pleasuring, licking, sucking and fucking each other. The van was alive
with the sounds of hot, wet mouths and drenched cunts. Diana even sat
up as I ate her, parted Gary's ass cheeks and feather-licked his hole.
Getting it from Don in the front and Diana in the back, Gary's only re-
sponse was a gasped, "Unh-unh-unh, ohh yeahhh!"
That sound seemed to be what did it, because Don began murmuring
and fucking me faster. I could tell from his motions in me that he was
sucking Gary harder, too. In response, I flicked the exposed head of
Diana's clit with my tongue. She reached around Gary to feel Don's
cocksucking. Her hips began a spasmodic jerking. She pitched her head
back and sobbed, "Oh, give it to me, give it to me--HARD! Ohh, I love
it. Suck me, Cris, I want to cum!"
It acted liked a signal to Don, who stiffened and rammed his cock
into me all the way up to the hilt. Gary groaned loud and long: "Eat my
cock, Don. Here it cummmss...! Ah, oh, oh, ahhhhhhhhhh......!"
Diana thrashed and wailed a long syllable of release. Her hips quiv-
ered, and she writhed uncontrollably.
All this cumming was too much, and I felt the dam break inside me.
Don held my ass in place as he repeatedly slammed home his cock. The
interior of my cunt contracted. I broke free and rolled over. The
movement startled Don, who disengaged unintentionally. I could see
cum starting to squirt from the tip of his dick. My spasms continued
as I threw my legs against Don's chest and placed his meat at my open-
ing. "Now," I hissed, "shove it in again."
Don obliged, and his cum spouted full force into my cave. My
inner muscles tightened around him and I rubbed my clit to amplify the
orgasmic convulsions in my cunt. I could see Gary easily now and watched
fascinated as he swung around, wrapped Diana's tits over his cock and
then, with his hand, pumped the last cum into her cleavage. She stuck
out her tongue and licked the remaining moisture off the purple head.
Fully spent, I wrapped my legs around Don's waist and pulled him
down to me. He lowered himself, his lips searching for mine. When he
found them, I could taste Gary's cum in his mouth. I wanted to get hot
again but knew the orgasms I'd just had were all I could manage for now.
With Gary's cock still entombed inside her, Diana leaned over and
whispered to Don, "May I have some, too?" He lifted his head and, to
his surprise, she softly kissed me on the mouth. Recalling her first
kiss from what seemed like weeks ago (but had only been about two hours
previous), I sucked peacefully on her tongue. I thought to myself how
much I liked her lips.
Not to be left out, Gary bent over and said, "Next!" Diana drew
back and Gary replaced her mouth with his own. He kissed me deeply,
then nibbled tenderly on my cheeks and neck. "I love you," he whis-
pered.
Our frenzied lovemaking was at an end. We all uncoupled and some-
what unsteadily rose to a sitting position, side by side on the bed. We
continued cuddling each other and exchanging lingering kisses. Even
the guys hugged and stroked each other's now-wilted cocks and balls.
"This has been quite an afternoon! And there's not a dog in the
bunch!" Diana finally exclaimed, breaking the ice. We all laughed.
She got up, rooted in the small refrigerator and withdrew a bottle of
wine. She poured it and handed each of us a glass, holding hers aloft. "A
toast," she said, "to the god Dionysus who supervised the making of this
wine, and Eros, the god of love, who just let our juices flow. May we all
fuse again soon!"
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