Chapter 1
Diana Summer paused, lowering her bedroom window, to look at the sky outside. There was an almost tropical feeling in the air tonight. The clouds that had haunted the city all day with a threat of rain had drawn away and the lights of the city, just now beginning to appear here and there in the gathering twilight, seemed to glow with a heightened clarity. The air was warm and clear and the city shone with a special radiance in the un-misted night. From her window Diana could see the whole panorama of San Francisco Bay from the Golden Gate Bridge to the Bay Bridge. She smiled, greeting the night, then turned and crossed the room to stand before the big bureau mirror to look at the full-length image of her reflected body.
Everything she wore was black: there was the ebony bright blackness of her evening sandals, the dusky black of her lace filigreed garter belt (the straps like taut, black satin ribbons across the summer tanned smoothness of her thighs), the smoky black of her nylon stockings and textured panties, and the sooty black of the mascara highlighting her eyelashes and eyebrows. And everything about her was dark, expressing her Mediterranean-Oriental features-olive dark complexion, fathomless black eyes, the shimmering blue-black spill of her shoulder-length hair, and the coal-black and silvery-dark dense pubic foliage, contained by the translucent nylon of her panties, as evidenced by the sparse wisps and the tendrils coiling out around the edges of the crotch band and over the top of the garment at the base of her slim belly.
She was as beautiful as night and summer and darkness. Diana was, to be sure, a daughter of darkness. The notion struck her fancy and a smile shadowed her lips as she considered it. Daughters of darkness were crafty and adventurous and voluptuous-they thrived on new experiences which included the unfamiliar, the exotic, and the forbidden. Especially the forbidden. Diana's favorite territory. With a prowling stride, a smile still faintly lingering at the corners of her mouth, she went from the bedroom into the bathroom and stood before the medicine cabinet mirror, seeing herself more critically now she put the last touches of make-up on her face, touching deftly at her eyebrows with a pencil, then screwing a vivid, quartzy pink tip of lipstick from its golden tube and lightly embossing her lips with it, parting her lips lightly with the tip of her tongue to dab up the fleeting, moist, glycerine taste. Finished, Diana set the cosmetics aside. She washed her hands briefly with a pink oval of soap and dried them on a big camel-colored beach towel draped over the glass door of the shower. Opening the medicine cabinet, she studied the rows of bottles and tins until she found the one she wanted, opened it, and shook two pink disks into her palm. She put the pills, one by one, on the tip of her tongue, and washed them down with a swallow of water. Diana didn't really believe very strongly in aphrodisiacs, and she certainly didn't need anything extraneous to stimulate her sensual appetite, but there was no harm, she figured, in giving her libido a friendly little nudge of encouragement-if only for the symbolic sake of doing so.
Back in the bedroom, Diana selected a paisley patterned, charcoal-black, wing-collared knit dress and put it on. She noticed that the clock radio beside the bed said seven-thirty. Time for Hazy and Andrew to arrive.
Hazy, she hoped, would be no less eager than she was to carry the evening's events from a properly seductive beginning all the way to a supremely erotic conclusion. Not that she had ever known Hazy to falter when it came to sexual experimentation. Hazy Winter and Diana Summer might be as different from each other in some ways as were the seasons they had been named after-but in one respect, they were predictably identical.
Both were daughters of darkness.
The sound of the doorbell chimes distracted Diana from her reverie and she went through the living room to the top of the stairs. She pressed the button on the inside of one of the white stairway balusters, releasing the lock on the front door downstairs, and called tentatively down, "Hazy, Andrew, is that you ..?"
Hazy and Andrew came up the stairs in a burst of animation, busy conversation, and laughter. Diana sensed at once that they had been either smoking or drinking already. But that was fine. It was Hazy's job to soften up and lower the defenses that both of them would breach together. Andrew was her boyfriend.
Diana drifted into Hazy's arms, giving her a friendly hug, and put one arm around Andrew's waist, her fingers at his hip, smiling, saying, "You've gone ahead and gotten a start without me, haven't you? That means I'm-what?-two, three drinks behind? Not too many to catch up, I hope...."
"Not at all," said Andrew debonairly, with a gesture. "By all means, I think you should get started at once. This one," he nodded at Hazy, "had us so entrenched down at Stonehenge drinking Hyde Specials out of retorts that we almost forgot about dinner."
"And maybe we should anyway," said Hazy, putting her brown, Italian suede handbag on a coffee table as they went into the living room. She was wearing a simple red sweater and black skirt that molded precisely the girlish curves of her slender body. Her hair was blonde, cut short, and styled in a swept back fashion that complemented her lovely features, making them seem doubly sharp and intense.
"Well, I don't quite think I want to pass on dinner," Diana said as the two of them seated themselves on the couch, "but I can guarantee you at least one for the road ... so name your poison."
Andrew asked for a martini, Hazy for grapefruit juice and tequila, and she joined Diana at the liquor cabinet to help mix the drinks. Their eyes met only once as they filled the glasses and they shared a momentary knowing smile that Andrew was entirely unaware of.
Hazy returned with Andrew's drink and her own and sat beside him again, Diana sitting on his other side.
"Surrounded by women," Andrew said. "My favorite kind of ambush."
"Oh, really?" said Diana, moving a bit closer, almost touching him.
"Andrew is a shameless sexist at times," Hazy remarked. "Sometimes I don't know what I see in him."
"Must be something," Diana suggested, glancing at them both in turn, straight-faced.
"It isn't hard to figure," Andrew said. "I'm great fun in the hay, have money in the bank, and I've got great taste in women."
"Is he really great fun in the hay?" Diana asked Hazy with a mock-skeptical expression. She darted a glance at Andrew. "Or is that impolite to ask in his presence?"
Hazy deliberated for a moment, grinning at Andrew, then dismissed the question with an enigmatic smile, but she eased somewhat closer to him, he put his hand over hers on his knee, and they exchanged a loving smile.
"Andrew is also a leg man," Hazy said.
Diana looked at him thoughtfully over the rim of her glass. "I happen to have excellent legs," she said. "Have you ever noticed that, Andrew?"
"Your legs?" he said, surprised by the question.
"She does have very good legs," Hazy agreed, squeezing Andrew's hand.
"Or so I've been told," Diana said, and with a casual movement, she reached down with both hands to slip her sandals off, then sat back on the couch, lifting her feet up to brace them lightly against the edge of the coffee table. In the process she drew her dress back and up over her knees, fully revealing the dramatic symmetry of her calves, meeting Andrew's eyes in the same instant that Hazy eased her leg slightly closer to his, her hand settling lightly on his thigh.
With extremely watchful caution, Diana put her hand on Andrew's other thigh, and within moments there was an unmistakable change of mood in the room, all three of them perceiving a sense of courious imminence that Hazy dispelled by letting her fingers move slowly toward Diana's across Andrew's lap until their fingertips touched, interlaced, and their hands clasped firmly. Diana gave Andrew a cursory look, amused by his sudden dismayed expression. He started to say something, but Hazy stopped his lips with a forefinger, letting it trace slowly across his chin in a vaguely admonitory fashion, her other hand gripping Diana's more tightly and bringing both their hands up from where they bridged Andrew's thighs to the point where a softly gradient curve in the crotch of his pants indicated the presence of his dormant cock. Both hands nestled there, fingers linked in a shared pressing caress over the soft bulge inside the pants. Andrew looked into Diana's eyes, saw that she was smiling at him with warmth and desire, turned to look at Hazy, and found her lips upon his, the familiar sweet taste of her tongue in his mouth, the kiss escalating with a slow intensity into a gentle assault by her tongue, which swept against his, stroking it into urgent collaboration. Hazy murmured into her lover's mouth, her senses vigorously aroused, guiding Diana's hand in her own to touch the jut of Andrew's cock as she prolonged their kiss. Then Diana initiated her contribution, leaning forward to share the extended kiss by letting the tip of her tongue swirl eagerly around the joined mouths until Hazy felt its presence on her lips and inhaled it sensuously, the three tongues intermingling, both women pressing their bodies up against Andrew, their free hands touching his face and throat with gentle stroking motions. The three mouths twisted and turned together, turning the kiss into a warm vortex of glorious pleasure; all eyes were closed and minds rapt in concentration. Hazy withdrew first, a stunned, passionate look of utter joy in her eyes. While Diana continued to kiss Andrew, their tongues shifting warmly together, she reached toward the top of one of Hazy's stockings beneath her skirt, pushing her fingers under the elastic pressure of the dark-banded stocking top and feeling the warmth of Hazy's inner thigh. Hazy made it easier for her by pulling her skirt up, all the way past the crotch band of her red nylon panties, and parting her thighs wider to permit her girl friend every liberty. At the top of the stocking, the manufacturer's emblem, stamped in white on the tan nylon, shone with an almost luminous clarity, and farther up, beneath the gauzy crotch band of her panties, the ridged labia of her cunt, oily wet, were obscurely visible in the thick nest of curls. As Diana watched a thin wash of cunt juice filmed the nylon, exciting her so much that she could feel her own cunt pulse wetly and spend a driblet inside her panties.
Coming up for air, Diana broke momentarily away from Andrew, her tongue sliding out of his mouth. Hazy looked at Diana and Diana looked at Andrew and Andrew looked awkwardly at each of them, then lowered his eyes to where both women were now stroking his cock into rigid arousal. He sighed, his flushed cheeks glowing, feeling ,the heated flexing of his cock within his pants, all sensation seeming to center there now as the long fingers elegantly caressed, pulled, and stroked him into a turbulence of desire. The cock reared and heaved against his pants, uninhibited desire filling his mind. Diana's face moved near his, the pink circle of her mouth bright with saliva from all of their mouths, tongue tip lurking between her lips, pantherish craving in her dark wide eyes. No one spoke. The metaphysics of sex were at work now and words could only have gone against the grain of the mystique. It was a mood that needed no articulation. Andrew knew, as well as Diana and Hazy, that a whole spectrum of select and extraordinary pleasures lay ahead. He also knew in some way that it was a gift Hazy was offering him; it had all been premeditated by her in advance with Diana's concurrence. He'd often confessed to Hazy that one of his favorite fantasies was to find himself in bed with two women, but there had never been even a passing hint from her that she would be capable of becoming part of such a reality.
Together, their thumbs and forefingers converging simultaneously on the tab of Andrew's zipper, Diana and Hazy tugged the zipper down, down, opening his pants. Andrew's cock came through the vent, the shaft straining upward, a droplet of clear bright liquid sparkling on its head around the tiny slit that winked another pulse of juice out as Hazy's fingers squeezed the rod. Diana's face descended, her tongue curling up under the thick humid length of cock, her mouth widened, and she sucked inward until the wet tip of cock grazed the roof of her mouth. Her cheeks contracted with the pressure of her mouth around the savory bulk, her lips stretched downward, and her face disappeared beneath the spilling cascades of her dark hair, the cock throbbing along the soft width of her moving tongue. She lowered the top half of her body, turning sideways on the couch, to improve her position, and her mouth shifted, gripping up and down along the cock, a thread of spittle seeping out around the tight grip of her lips along the engulfed shaft. Andrew's hands forged roughly through Diana's spilled hair. Her teeth barely touched his shaft, his hips thrust up to force his cock further into her mouth even though her underlip was already flush up against his balls. A moan came from his throat and Diana heard it as if it were an echo from another dimension. If she was anything in the world, she was an accomplished fella-trice, a craftswoman at sucking cock, an artist who had refined the act of drawing come from a man's balls with a whole repertoire of personal nuances, knacks, tricks, and surprises. Her mouth was soft magic as her tongue soared back and forth, up and down, back, then around, up and over, polishing the erect staff with shimmering paths of saliva. Her face nudged lower, her eyes shut to bright darkness as she licked harder and sucked more determinedly, Andrew beginning to move his cock in counterpoint to the motion of her mouth, both of them striving along the same rapturous wavelength. Abandoned entirely to the warm imperative rhythms of cock and tongue, tongue and cock, Diana let her mind and body flow together, her mind swimming through seas of time and space. She scarcely recognized Hazy's hands at her back, the fingers working at her dress's zipper, hands spreading the halves of cloth away from her lissom shoulders as the zipper was lowered. Hazy tugged the dress down, revealing golden flesh and black lace, the top half of the dress falling around Diana's belted waist. Hazy's hands touched Diana's upper arms, her shoulders, gliding down to shape the full globes of Diana's breasts in their shiny bra cups. Bending forward, she browsed her nose into the spiced fragrance of Diana's hair, breathing in the rich scents of shampoo and flesh and clean hair, the afterscent of ripe and lubricating cock reaching her nostrils moments later. Her taste for cock whetted by the smell, nerves keening, Hazy dipped her face and struggled her mouth into the play with thirsting enthusiasm. Diana generously yielded, the wet cock slipping from her mouth to snap at an upward angle into Hazy's, a glint of mixed spittle and cock juice furling over Hazy's upper lip.
Andrew gasped loudly and shuddered with a sigh as they completed the transition, Hazy mouthing his cock as Diana lifted her face toward his and ran her fingers along both sides of his face to plow them through his hair, clutching his face and guiding it so that their lips met, mouths tasting and exchanging kissed that grew in fervor, tongues and lips churning hungrily. Their hands gripped and, without breaking the momentum of the kisses, dropped together to touch and caress the surfaces of Hazy's downturned face, her eyes, shut tightly, the softness of her cheeks and prominence of her nose, her chin damp with her own saliva. A shiver of licentious glee ran through Hazy as the hands searched her face, and she began to suckle her lover more vividly, with more purely carnal excitement than she had ever experienced the flat pad of her tongue racing in swift blurring journeys from balls to glans and back, the vinegary smell of hot cock intoxicating her mind and quickening her impulses.
Diana slumped further forward, cradling the back of Andrew's head with crossed hands, her mouth moving down to his throat. She began to lick the bottom of his chin, her tongue moving quickly, the bright moisture gleaming in contrast to the dull glaze in his eyes. Andrew's slack legs spasmed, quakings of exquisite pleasure tremoring his body, the tantalizing throbbing of his cock peaking into harsher and quicker pulsations, carrying him up to the very precipice of release. But he did not want a climax yet, certainly not before they had even gotten started in earnest. He wanted to trade pleasure, not monopolize it. With an almost superhuman effort, Andrew retracted his cock from the luxuriant ebb and flow of Hazy's tongue, turned his face away from Diana's avid mouth.
The three looked at each other like animals at a waterhole, content, but merely pausing for a moment to savor the lull, watching and listening, eager to get on with things. Diana and Andrew looked candidly at each other, her eyes and smile telling him how much she had wanted to fuck him ever since Hazy had told her how enjoyable he was, and how delightful it was going to be to fuck him. With Hazy. Hazy looked at him with a self-pleased smile, proud to have trusted her instinct to go along with the plan, loving the joy of sharing loves with a lover.
Hazy was first to break the silence. "I think we should get our clothing off," she whispered to her companions, "and continue...." The sentence trailed off and she reached out to slip the remaining half of Diana's dress down around the tapering of her hips and off, letting Diana accommodate her by helping her out of her sweater and skirt, the garments collecting in pools of crimson and jet at her feet. Hazy's lushly rounded and contoured body was packaged in red nylon panties with a black lace overlay and black ribbons tied fancily in bows at her hips, a red seamless transparent brassiere outlining the dark circles of her erect nipples, tan nylon stockings held up with red garters, and a pair of caramel-colored calfskin mocassins with elevated heels.
Andrew, wanting to remove their shoes himself, knelt before the standing women, cupping his fingers around the heels of their shoes, one of Diana's and one of Hazy's, absorbing the beautiful sight of the gleam of light on black and tan leather. Suddenly, obeying an impulse, he licked along the edge of Hazy's shoes, his tongue tasting the worn bottom before curling up along the shiny leather top. He took the whole pointed tip of the shoe into his mouth for a moment and drifted, with eyes shut, into an enchanted detachment, the universe receding all around him, his joy expanding proportionately.
Diana -edged closer to Andrew as his lips fondled Hazy's shoe, her thumbs pushing down and snagging the fabric of her panties to ease them down to her knees. She let them drop and stepped out of them, one leg at a time, and briefly held up the black fabric delectably soiled with cunty odor like tropical brine. She tossed the panties to one side and stepped forward to display the grandeur of her cunt, the dark hedge of curls bisected by the unfolded labia that glistened with pink brilliance, her fingertips spreading the lips wider yet and opening the frothy vestibule. The cunt looming, Andrew raised his face from Hazy's shoe and twisted his mouth up into the warmly wet splay, a swimmer in seas of primal brine, his nose and eyelids suddenly washed with the warm fluids brewed in the depths of her cunt. His face was a carnal cornerstone and Diana ground the slit of her sex upon it, rotating her hips so that the labia slickly caressed his nose, making his head spin, thoughts whirling wildly, abstract collisions of image and idea, as euphoria took hold of him. He moaned with pleasure, blinded in the grotto of her sex, but drunk on flavor and bouquet.
Hazy was agitated by the onslaught and plunged into the scene with violent gusto. Her mouth enveloped half the length of Andrew's cock as he oscillated his face into Diana's pussy, dazed by the contact and ascending into chilling realms of intoxication, his fingers closing around one of her ankles, his other hand edging into the tight crease between her rounded buttocks, seeking her asshole. A forefinger slipped into the pursed gnarl of rosy flesh and pushed into the snug interior. Diana winced with pleasure, then ground her pillowing ass cheeks against the bold pressure. A moan was wrenched from her lips at the intimate touch, her mind resounding with sensual felicity.
The sucking presence of Hazy's mouth upon the head of his cock and the searching caresses of her hands over his legs and hips and balls made Andrew gasp with gratification, his being now focused between sucking and countersuction, the erotic electrification of taking pleasure and the balmy joy of imparting it. His prod slid in and out of Hazy's warm mouth, the warmth of vintage cunt basting his own mouth. His tongue tripped up along the portal of Diana's sex and dabbed at the node of her clitoris, touching off her first orgasm, which came like a sudden flood of released energy, her cunt convulsing uncontrollably, her limbs trembling.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhh, Andrew, that's-it's uhhhhhh-hh," Diana breathed, holding the back of her wrist to her forehead as if to hold back the cosmos of stars still flickering and flashing in her mind in the wake of her coming. She staggered, wobbled to one side, and sat down, facing Andrew, spreading her legs out and tilting her knees outward so that her cunt yawned open, the labia disclosing the channel of her vulva awash with nacreous flow. She looked down between her legs, compelled by the sight, excitement quickening her pulse and shortening her breath.
With Hazy's mouth still turning in timeless rhythms around the burning tip of his cock, Andrew inched toward Diana where she sat and plunged his face into the inviting pastel glaze of her cunt. He kissed deeply into her and, with lips and tongue tingling with acrid sweetness, kissed the taste of her back into her eager mouth, licking her lips and tongue and all around the sides of her mouth, flavoring their kisses with her secretions.
"Good, good, I taste good," she whispered, looking at him with a blurry gaze of inebriation. She started to say something else, then seemed to be suddenly seized by a demon of impatience, and gasped, "Now, Andrew, now, fuck me, fuck me, Andrew...." Her eyes met Hazy's as she glanced up from where the cock slashed relentlessly in and out of the girl's mouth, and she cried, "Both of you, Hazy, Andrew, fuck me, come on...."
Responding to the plea, Hazy drew her lips up off Andrew's cock and moved forward. Her hand caught the cock behind her and she guided Andrew, with a few pushes and pats of her other hand, into a position between Diana's legs, aiming the erect staff at the pubic mound. Diana accommodated by laying back and arranging herself with smiling anticipation, eyes shut, smile dreamy.
"Let's undress her completely first," Hazy suggested, "then take it from there."
Diana felt Hazy's hands at her breasts, caressing the cups that held the firm tits before unsnapping the hook stretching across the autumn brown shallow of her back, Andrew's hands moving to unmoor her stockings from her garter belt and remove the belt. His touch seemed almost subliminal as he drew her stockings down one at a time, kissing all along her legs in the wake of the unfurling fabric, down over her ankles and over her toes. Diana twisted on her back, tremors of maddening pleasure wrenching her body, her cunt a hot flow of sensation between her legs.
"Come on in," she said, her eyes wild, catching Andrew's wrist. "Be my guest, come on...."
Her urgency spurred his eagerness and he swung his hips into the cradle of her thighs, the head of his cock veering into the velvety splay of her pussy, her labia gulping him in until half his length had been consumed. Diana's legs twitched, her heels rising to grip around the contours of his buttocks, and he was pulled deeper yet into the miring softness. She began to fuck him even before he had a chance to stabilize himself.
Eyes shut, breathing raggedly, Andrew paused to concentrate on the enlivening feeling of the simmering liquidity of her cunt clutching along his throbbing rod. His hands curling under her shoulders, he pulled her up toward himself in a forceful embrace, and she rose to him, her naked tits rising. The stiff nub of a pink-tan nipple brushed his lips and he stroked his tongue around its circle, a cry of pleasure twisting from Diana's mouth.
Sitting back at arm's length, Hazy watched her boy friend fuck Diana, smiling with excitement as they passed his cock back and forth with a thick, wet, sluicing sound. It was too much for her to bear and she surged forward, anxious to participate somehow and complete the triangle. Lowering her face across Diana's abdomen into the funky linkage of genitals, she licked hungrily at the connection, catching the glistening shaft with each backstroke and gilding it with the wand of her tongue, spicy nectar sparking her taste buds.
Diana moaned in her ecstasy, her mind seeming to burst into luminous fragments, her limbs wrapped and folded around the consummate lover fucking her and fucking her. Her slim belly rippled with tidal tremors as the cock blazed and churned in the well of her sex, igniting infernos and starting quakes in the deep cask of her womb, making her come and come and come, all at once, the orgasms thrusting her through psychic waves and plunging her into carnal raptures of pleasure, pleasure that was a pounding and driving and encapsulating bliss suffusing her mind and annihilating her nervous system. Her legs gripped Andrew like the arms of a strong man and she went motionless beneath him, trembling with consecutive orgasms, pulling him toward his now. It was clear what she wanted and he gave in to her wish, letting himself slide into the swift stream of orgasmic consciousness. His mind became overloaded with erotic imagery, his body yielded to the rush of sensation tingling his cock, and then he was coming with her, the come jetting through his moving cock. With a gasping moan, Andrew recoiled his prick from the heavy pull of Diana's womb and flashed it upward across Hazy's upturned face. A long ribbon of pearly come looped up across her face, followed by another, and another, and another, and Hazy moaned and writhed, her cheeks flushed rose dark beneath the clinging rivulets, the fingers of one deluged hand strung brightly with strands of come.
"Hazy," Diana called, her voice fragile and far away. Hazy glanced down into her friend's eyes, saw the look of desire and love there, her gaze locking with Diana's. As if pulled by an irresistible magnetic force, compelled and spellbound, Hazy crawled on her knees to her prostrate companion. Her lips kissed a trail up along one of Diana's sprawled legs, over her calf and onto a supple thigh, kissing along the inside of the thigh and past the glutinous spoils of her plumbed snatch, up over the coppery shallows of her abdomen and the broad domes of her lovely tits. Their tongues ran together like fluid vipers and they traded the kind of kisses that made their minds ring like holiday bells. Hazy, somnolently and with a kind of spacy joie de vivre, brought her sperm-laden hand down across Diana's brow, the come dangling from her fingers and draping across the other's nose and cheek. Diana moaned with a smile, and her tongue flashed with inordinate desire, the smooth velvet tip scooping just a fillip of taste from her shining cheek. Eager to join her, Hazy bent down and touched her tongue to Diana's cheek, sampling the pearly fluid, then kissed her, the taste making both of them moan into each other's mouth around the shifting of their tongues.
"Love you," Diana said in a taut voice, and her arms embraced Hazy, pulling her down causing her face to rest, like a child's in sleep, gently across the soft promontory of a breast. Cupping the underside of her other breast, she tilted the rigid nipple, and guided Hazy's languorous face to it with her other hand. Hazy's lips wrapped around the pinkish nub, and she began to suck with a sleepy, dreamy, happy intensity.
"Wish I had milk for you, sweetheart," Diana murmured, eyes fixed on the pale ceiling as the sucking kindled more and more of her feminine sensibilities. She felt completely like a woman now, completely fulfilled, adorned with come and feeling the pull of another beautiful woman's lips on the tip of her tit. She was immersed in a feeling of pure erotic tranquility, boundless and immeasurable.
"I hope we haven't, uh, finished." Andrew said suddenly in the silence. He exchanged a sensual glance with Hazy, then glanced into the abstracted haze of Diana's eyes as she nursed Hazy. She met his eyes and her lips formed a bold smile, telling him that she was ready to do anything he was, anytime.
"Do you think you can go again so soon, Andrew?" Hazy asked. "Maybe we should take a little break."
"Ummmmm," agreed Diana, letting Hazy's lips slip from her nipple. "A good idea, darling. I think we could use a few stimulants."
"Stimulants?" Andrew raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, stimulants!" Diana nodded, liking the idea. She got up slowly, wobbling a little on her feet until she caught her balance, then left the room and went into the kitchen, returning with a bottle of champagne and a joint rolled in orange paper. The three of them sat cross-legged facing each other and smoked the cigarette leisurely, passing the champagne bottle from hand to hand until it was almost empty.
"I think it's about time we got back on the express, Andrew," Hazy said, looking at Andrew as she passed him the champagne bottle.
"And I know just the car I want to ride in," he replied, with a smile. "Where the scenery's the nicest and the service the best."
"So, let's do it," Hazy smiled, drawing him toward her with one hand, drawing Diana with the .other, then easing them in a sort of slow motion pas de trois into the positions she wanted them in. She wanted to be taken in the ass while lying on her back, with Diana sitting on her face and facing Andrew, which would allow Andrew and Diana to kiss while she tongued Diana's pussy.
Reclining back and opening her legs for Andrew, Hazy beckoned Diana to squat above her face. Andrew, shaft in hand, moved forward on his knees, guiding the head of his cock against Hazy's asshole, and Hazy smiled winsomely up at Diana's lowering crotch. With a vigorous surge, Andrew thrust his shaft into the anal vent, driving smoothly and easily into the depth of Hazy's asshole in the same instant that the furls of Diana's labia caressed Hazy's extended tongue. Pitching herself forward, Diana began to kiss Andrew with passion, her tongue flickering around his lips, their hands locking. Hazy tongued with feverish glee into her girl friend's cunt, and she felt Diana's thighs on either side of her uplifted face as the cunt settled against her mouth, embracing her with smothering, tart acridity. Tongue to cunt, mouth to mouth, and cock to asshole, the three clung together with a kind of joyous ardor, each concentrating on their own sensations. Hazy was deliciously skewered by her boy friend, her cunt beating like a pulse above the connection, while she sucked her girl friend's clit. Diana was having her clit titillated by her girl friend and was accepting kisses from her girl friend's boy friend. And Andrew was mining his girl friend's ass and covering her girl friend's mouth with torrid kisses.
Moving together in a compatible rhythm, Diana's hips oscillating, Andrew's cock stroking, and Hazy twitching wildly in the sensual press between, they refined a smooth tempo of motions, like musicians orchestrating a melody.
Hazy's mind was fogged. She could feel the tight clutch of her asshole around the thick rod impaling her and her mouth was wet with cunt, her eyelids damp, her mind swimming with pleasure as the sounds of sucking and fucking felled her ears. Glancing up, she could see above her, hazily, the plane of Diana's midriff and her low hanging tits, and down past her own spread thighs, Andrew churning himself in and out of her with fierce intention.
Seconds inverted, becoming eons for all three of them, and while their minds soared and raced beyond their immediate range of consciousness, spinning into psychic voids of pure sumptuous contentment, they held one another tightly, an abundant, overflowing sensation of love and complicity pouring back and forth between them. Orgasms crashed in volleys and salvos through Diana's body, and through Hazy's, both of them harvesting every flicker and waver of pleasure, their breasts shivering and arms writhing. They seemed finally to dissolve altogether into each other's pleasure, dominated by it, hearing each other's moans and murmurs of rapt satiation. Stimulated by the sounds of their mutual climax, Andrew was helpless to hold his back any longer, and with a conclusive forward lunge, he drove himself with slapping balls to the haft in Hazy's clasping asshole.
He moaned with intense excitement, impassioned, feeling the semen roar from his cock, erupting in viscous discharges into the deep warm receptacle of Hazy's ass, her buttocks jerking against him with each spasm of his rod. She swiveled her buttocks on the floor, collaborating with him, her anal muscles expanding and contracting, and suddenly her eyes popped as wide open as if she'd just been violently struck.
She could feel the semen blossoming in her bowels, filling her depths, slow lapping tides of warm male essence coursing into her and heightening her orgasms, tranquillizing her stunned mind. Hazy's gaze became opaque and she moaned and hurled her face against Diana's thighs, curling her tongue into the other's slit, quivering beneath Andrew as his cock abruptly disengaged, dripping banners of sperm into the receding fissure.
"Oh, geewowgoshalmighty," Hazy mumbled in a giddy, weak voice as she focused her gaze on her partners and the surrounding room flowed back from mere color and chaos into concrete reality again. She lay breathing like an exhausted runner, her smooth belly rippling with her labored breathing, a feeling of cosmic energy ebbing in her worn flesh.
"That was fan-tas-tic" Diana said, pronouncing each syllable with heady emphasis, on her knees beside Hazy's head.
Andrew nodded. He smiled with satisfaction, Hazy and Diana huddling close to him and into his arms, an arm around each of them. They were like sedated panthers now, lolling in the dark shadows of their passion, recovering their dissipated strength.
After a while, Hazy said, "I think that was called sex."
"Sex," Andrew nodded, "indeed."
"Sex," Diana echoed softly, relishing the word.
"What is it, though?" Hazy asked.
"Sex?" Diana looked at her thoughtfully. "Yes."
"Well, I'd say it's a warm little pink animal that lives under my bed and looks something like a bunny and likes to be fed peaches and bits of steak and to be read to from Henry Miller," Diana surmised, laughing.
"And drinks vintage wine," Andrew added, touching her flank gently with one hand.
"And has an emerald-studded leather collar and licks the hand that feeds it," Hazy said, grinning.
"A lonely little beast sometimes," Diana said, a bit wistfully.
"And downright predatory at other times," said Hazy, and they all laughed together, amused by the abstractions.
"Speaking of sex," Hazy said, "I have something that might interest both of you." She paused, reflecting, then got up and rummaged through her handbag for a moment before taking out a small card, which she handed to Andrew, who held it up so that both he and Diana would see it. The card was black with raised gilt lettering, and it read:
A Bacchanal
1 Free Pass
Admits Three
June 2,1977
Andrew turned it over and they saw that the name Neon Leon was stamped on the back below a fashionable Pacific Heights address.
"What is this?" he asked, puzzled.
"I guess it's an invitation to a bacchanal," Hazy said, smiling.
"A bacchanal? An orgy? Where'd you get this thing?" Andrew was skeptical.
"It was given to me by a dwarf in Ghirardelli Square," Hazy said. "He pressed it into my hand along with a bag of spice drops, then disappeared into the crowd."
"I don't think she's kidding," Diana said to Andrew, smiling at Hazy.
"I'm not."
They all studied the card for a moment, then looked at each other uncertainly.
"Anybody want to go?" Hazy asked.
"This could be anything from the opening of a new delicatessen to a Mormon birthday party," Andrew said, shrugging, "but it could also be some sort of a weird adventure."
"And weird adventures can be just right for the scrapbook," Diana finished for him, looking at them both with a grin.
"Which means, I guess, that we go to a bacchanal," Hazy said, conclusively.
There was a silence of agreement. Then Andrew said, "But that's tomorrow. What about now?"
"You must jest," she said flippantly, looking at the flaccid stalk of his still damp cock languishing between his legs. "Haven't you fired your bolts for the night, cupid?"
"Well, I think there's always room for a Parthian shot," Andrew said, and reached for her. His fingers closed around her forearm and he drew her around facing him, urging her legs apart and looking directly at her brandished cunt and pirineal gorge, her anus still veneered with swirls of semen.
Andrew knelt and kissed the open pink fissure of her cunt, and moved lower, his tongue stealing and winnowing its way along the gorge. Hazy's thighs tremored against the heavy presence of his face, her body flexing in eager reaction, a moan tearing slowly from her lips, and she parted her legs as broadly as she could in complete acceptance of the intimate kisses.
"Nice," whispered Diana, watching with admiring approval, and without hesitating, she drew herself into the action, easing forward to feast her mouth upon the humid gleaming split of Hazy's pussy. She lovingly and gently kissed the slickly flared labia, her face intersecting with Andrew's as he foraged eagerly in the lower orifice, and for a few long moments, their faces moved together in a sublime alliance. Then Diana's finally drifted away and she let it hover around Andrew's, watching the skillful work of his tongue with dreamy appreciation, until he paused for a moment, opening his eyes to return her gaze.
"Kiss," Diana murmured, her lips curving back in an appealing smile as she made the request.
Andrew was quick to please her. His mouth turned against her in a ravishing kiss, and she returned it with all the force she could manage, the shared taste of Hazy's fluids and his passing from tongue to tongue, Hazy moaning as she watched them, overwhelmingly aroused.
His cock reviving, the full limber length of it rearing upward and outward from his body in wondrous full erection once more, Andrew paused to glance from one woman to the other, looking for some sort of suggestion as to what they might like to try next.
"How about ... this," Diana said after a moment of consideration, smiling at her companions. She leaned back, balancing on one elbow, and with the fingers of her other hand spread apart the ruby fronds of her pussy, facilitating the opening of the vaginal channel, a shimmer of incarnadine luster emanating from the gap. She drew the upper half of her body all the way back, stretching out full length upon the floor, her hair a river of jet flowing under and over her golden-brown shoulders, and her legs drawn all the way apart, her buttocks curving sharply upward as her knees tilted back all the way to the tips of her nipples, her feet lifting from the floor.
"If you please," Diana continued, her voice coming out in a throaty rasp as she contemplated Andrew's pleased expression and his lustily throbbing rod. "Please...." Her voice hesitated, breaking off, but she held her eyes on his, glancing up over the full domes of her breasts. She saw him move between her legs, then felt the thick spar of hard cock entering her as he arched forward, pinning her to the floor with his hands on her shoulders, his lips opening around hers, their tongues meeting, her legs folding around his and pulling him fully into her. Her cervix seemed to caress the thrust of his glans and an explosion of divine sensation was detonated inside her cunt, spasming the funnel of her puss and loosening her muscles around his buried staff. They both moaned together, grinding their mouths together in a prolonged kiss, while Hazy looked on with bright eyes.
Filled to the brim, deliciously, expansively, wantonly, Diana eased her eyelids serenly down over filmy eyes, still enjoying Andrew's kiss, one hand reaching out to pluck at Hazy's wrist, their hands turning together to clasp and hold with special intimacy. Andrew's cock plunged in and out of her with metronomic regularity and she shuddered beneath him, sparked to the core of her being by the deep plunging and swift withdrawal of him, the repetitive ebb and flow, each backstroke bringing his cock nearly to the point of disjunction but each plunge slamming the tip back into the spongy palpability of her cunt. Her hand gripped Hazy's more tightly, the pliable grip of her cunt at the other end of her body counterpointing the pressure, and she squeezed as hard as she could, both hand and cunt squeezing, fingers clamped with palsied force and vaginal walls pulsing repeatedly with tight contractions. Looking down between her body and Andrew's, Diana could see the rod slapping in and out of her, fucking her, fucking her, fucking, the damp gleam of their mutual spendings sparkling along the top of the shaft, the aroma of their hedonistic exertions spicing the air around them. Her clit was radiant with sensation, the tautly spread lips of her slit soaked with oily fluidity, and her very essence seemed focused down now to that hot viscidity, clutch of cunt and propelling cock, a feeling of flight and falling and vertigo and frenzy expanding and blending her senses, fingers like talons in Hazy's grip, her ass cheeks and shoulder blades ruddering her torso from side to side on the hard surface of the floor.
Andrew groaned into her mouth, every nerve in his body singing and dancing around the locked fucking core of their sexes. A dizzying surge of premonitory psychic and physical cues warned him that he was about to ejaculate and, with eyes closed, he held to Diana, his tongue lashing down over her mouth to meet hers in a final kiss, their lips churning, and then he let himself go as abruptly as if he were leaping from a cliff into stormy seas.
"Come, come, come," Diana tantalized him, the words blossoming from her mouth into his, urging him, and he went off, his mind reverberating with the impact, his prick spasming with the clamor of his come, which flashed warmly into the satiny depths of her, charge after charge of it, the embedded head locked in softness, oozing come into warm cunty softness.
Diana, overwhelmed, collapsed, her arms sagging and legs going limp, her breasts spreading beneath the sag of Andrew's body on hers, both of them melting into a sort of union of body and mind. She was still holding Hazy's hand, and she withdrew her hand now, very gently, so she could place it alongside the other over Andrew's back.
"That was strictly beautiful," she said in a kind of dazed girlish trance. She was totally sated and depleted, but she moved her cunt muscles in a weak loving clasp along the length of his still lodged cock as a kind of gesture of endorsement.
"I guess I'll have to debark now," Andrew smiled, looking down into her dark eyes.
"Guess so."
He moved his hips delicately back and his staff slipped free of the adhesive junction, a stream of cunty nectar and dribbling semen spilling out around it. The briny scent of them brought a slow smile to every mouth.
"That was absolutely fine," Diana said, enraptured, unable to find words for her emotions. She shook her head musingly, eyes shut, her smile like a fixed curve in space.
"And you thought you were only going to have dinner with two women," Hazy remarked, looking at her boy friend with appreciative affection, her smile broad and languid.
"Never can tell," Diana said, her fingers touching Andrew's cheek in a vaguely maternal caress, "can you?"
Andrew smiled, ignoring the question, which was clearly rhetorical. No, you could never tell what would happen, not as long as there were women like Hazy Winter and Diana Summer at large in the world, never in a million years.