Chapter 7
Diana opened her eyes and saw that she was in a field of her mind, a meadow as illimitable as the ocean, pink slabs and tombstones topping through windblown waves of breast-high yellow and red grass, some of them translucent, neon, candy and cunt bright. The air was heavy with scents of ozone and sulphur and myrrh and muscadine and ginger, hot tides of spearmint wind and pale odors of perineal ravines. An intoxicating desire overcame her. She was still, she saw, wearing her dress, after all she had been through. It was time to get rid of it, she thought, and she lowered the dress from her shoulders and flung it like a cape into the grass, freeing herself, unsnapping her brassiere and casting it aside, glorying in the complete unenthralled sensuality of her feeling and her nakedness, bared legs, proud tits and unhidden cunt. An animal on a veldt, she paused and squatted in the tall grass, fleecy blades tickling her thighs and belly, and she closed her eyes and squinted in concentration, and a hot jet of piss spurted in a golden arc from the vessel of her bladder. Her forefingers snagged at her labia, twisting them to each side, and she emptied her bladder, eyes narrow and filmed with soporific contentment like those of a great cat sunning herself. She shifted her weight a bit, and the muscles of her cunt summoned up a final brief dribble that drained her. Then she was on her way, questing through the grass.
Which was not grass but a revolving door through which she pushed her way directly behind another woman, tan and slender, into the lobby of a skyscraper and between two banks of eight elevators where a crowd of naked women waited for cars that would rise (according to signs in pink light above each one) to The Second Time Around and Three For the Money and The Fourth Dimension, Seventh Heaven, A Niche on Nine, Eleventh Heaven, Thirteen Reasons, Sweet Seventeen, Twenty-Three Skid-doo, Dirty Thirty, Fabulous Fifty, Cloud Sixty-Nine, The Floor of Milk and Honey, Shangrila, Green Fields, The Raven's Nest, Alpine Height, The Observation Dome, Balai Hai, and The Aerial Eden. All of the women waiting, Diana noticed, were like herself, identically naked, myriad reflections of their smooth flanks and full breasts and long legs shining from the polished marble walls, multiplying her, peopling the shining walls with multitudes of her.
"Where you going?" Diana asked one of her selves, friendly, smiling with a kind of torpid recognition as she appraised the beauty of her breasts and the friendly smile she returned herself.
"Cloud Sixty-Nine," she told herself, her full lips parting to reveal the pinkness of her tongue as she spoke.
"Mind if I go along?" Diana asked, her heart beating faster as she looked into her eyes, eager for acceptance.
"No," she said with casual indifference, starting to walk away, but she stopped with an outstretched hand, and then she turned, the nipples of her tits were firmly and warmly against the nipples of her tits, and she could feel their poignant erection as the flushed pegs stiffened against stiffening flesh. The elevator in front of them opened and she took her other self's hand and they entered the car side by side.
By the time the door closed behind them seconds later they were in each other's arms, breasts heaved together, cunts meeting and pressing through the lush boscage of their pubic thickets, clits zeroed in on each other, mouths fused and filling with each other's tongues.
The kiss ended as the elevator doors slid open. Diana stepped out and the doors snapped shut behind her even before she could turn to catch a last glimpse of heT other self. "Hey!" she cried, but the elevator was gone. She was left alone on a small oasis of greensward in a clearing in the heart of what seemed to be a spectacular botanical garden. Above, the foliage grew so thickly that the light within was dusky and brindled with soft dark shadows and pale glints of filtered sunshine. Huge flowers hung from the verdant walls in ornamental profusion, electric pink, claret, cream white, cinnabar, luminous orange, and deep purple, the flesh of their petals as smoothly textured as brushed velvet, velour, and glossy silk, their shapes flagrantly unorthodox, more like the labial convolutions of aboreal vaginas than any familiar blooms. Diana plucked one of them and held it in her hand, a blossoming cunt on a cool green stalk. She slid her tongue into the warm pink maw and it was indeed a wildflower cunt, the perfumes of the womb and oils and odors of fuck and some concealed like steam in its damp folds. With her eyes softly shut, Diana appeared her tongue into the floral core, licking the cunt honey into her mouth and around her lips, inhaling the vibrant bouquet with flared nostrils and trembling eyelids. The soft folds of the flower dilated around the probe of her tongue, undulant softness of vaginal muscles spreading around the muscular softness of tongue. A rivulet of succulent nectar streamed onto her tongue and her eyes opened, her lashes stroking the supple firmness of the arch of thighs she found her face between, her pink cheeks pressed against coppery smooth flesh as her tongue struggled and skewered between vaginal lips. Her vision focused and she saw that she was facing her lover's upturned bare feet, the toes arched and straining as the cunt tremored, and in her own cunt she felt the hot thick goading of her lover's tongue extracting a flow of pearly warm come from her channel, the fluid dampening her thighs as it drained from her clit. She was on Cloud Sixty-Nine and it was the most lovely cloud in a universe of clouds filled to bursting with come-flavored storms, yet she" did not even know who she was or how she had gotten there, her cheeks were sheened with sweat, her mouth tart with viscous brine, sixty-nine, sixty-nine, her brain chimed like the bells of a surreal pinball machine, her tongue flogging down along the pink vulvar gullet where creams of spume and gleams of spittle irrigated the warm flesh. Diana dipped her finger into the foamy gap and sucked away the sweetness. She pressed her face more tightly and sightlessly toward, revolving her cheeks and chin and lips in the wet orifice, smearing the oily issue all over glowing flesh, the nose and chin and lips of the other woman twisting in circular orbits around the blossoming heat of her own cunt, sounds of sighs and cries of bliss rising in her ears and increasing her heart beats. The orgasms came like bursts of thunder and cracks of lightning, fat clouds pouring, her heart firing like a howitzer, her tongue careening, every muscle in her body stretching and twitching with glorious tension, celebrations of superlative release and fulfillment coursing through her flesh and exploding her thoughts into incoherent shards.
Diana moaned deeply and furiously, the sound swelling through her and exploding from her lips like a great bubble of air rushing up from depths of water go break the surface, the globular cushions of her ass cheeks descending to thrust the shallow funnel of her anal clevage across the upturned nose of her partner, the woman's nose wedging between the soft orbs and into the fragrant gutter of her ass, her tongue following it, plowing into the grooved space tinged with relishes of sweet gall and candied rue and ambrosial slops from the draining vent of her gaping puss, pushing her own face down and further down at the same time, the world vanishing from sight and sound as she dove all the way, the sweat-moistened span of her forehead pillowed between softnesses of thigh. Lifting her face, she pushed her chin into the pussy chasm, grinding it down and moving it around, back and forth, up and down, around and around and around, then lowered her mouth again, supping and smacking, wetting her lips, her eyes bright as obsidian. She could feel the woman's orgasms convulsing her underbelly, slowly at first, then faster and more frequently, rippling the bulge of her cunt and tossing her body to and fro, the force of the implosions rocking Diana like a woman on a soft raft in a stormy sea; and that triggered orgasms of her own, inexorable, fierce blasting orgasms that made her cunt seethe and squall and strain against the pull of the soft tongue licking it, sending wildfires flashing through her blood and mists into her brain, spinning and catapulting her senses, black space burning behind the hot press of her closed eyes, her fingers shaking, her legs bucking.
She cast herself, galvanized by a final consummate orgasm that made her cry out like a wounded angel, up and across her lover's legs, gripping the soles of the rigid feet and feeling the energy flush out of her body in a cosmic rush, her sweat-damp hair spilling like a damp curtain over her eyes, tongue bitten and spit flecking her lower lip.
"Oh," she said more softly than she thought she had ever spoken, in a voice only one wisp removed from no sound at all. And repeated it, shaping the word as if she were creating it for the first time: "Oh...." Her eyes slowly opened and she touched the spittle on her chin, touched the pale toes before her eyes, saying, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...." It was like a mantra, a verbal wreath she was weaving in tribute to the beauty of everything she felt and had felt. She was aware of every atom and cell and phase and depth and movement of her body and at peace with all of her instincts, her brain was an uncut gem, sapphire or emerald or ruby and her body was made of gold and silver and crystal, pure light radiating from her. From the other side of eternity she could feel the warm suspiring pulse of her calmed pussy between her legs, and she managed, barely managed, by concentrating with all the balmed impulses of her mind and body, to very softly and gently contract the toiled labia, the sensation like the squeezing of a distant sponge, and felt the last warm trickle of soupy come exit from the receptacle of her womb.
Who was it she was with? was the first question that formed itself in her fatigued mind. She raised herself on one hand, with effort, and turned her face, glancing back over her shoulder, and saw that she was with a life-size Raggedy Ann doll. Wow! she thought, her lips spreading a merry and enraptured smile on her face, eyes wide, silent laughter filling her mind. Raggedy Ann. And she herself another doll? Named Diana? She didn't really know, couldn't even imagine, her thoughts were too disorganized and ephemeral. She was ... Diana. Diana. Goddess of the moon and the hunt. And she was ... dreaming. Yes, that was it, she remembered, this was all some sort of odd and outrageous dream. How sad. Unfortunate.
Diana sat up, looking about her. She had been in a clearing in a forest or jungle. Now she was in a furniture store surrounded by beds with king and queen size mattresses, a young male sales clerk standing beside her. She was wearing a gold mesh tunic top open at the sides from hip to armpit (a thin band of fabric across the sides connecting front and back) and a long gray flannel skirt. She was peripherally aware of another clerk toward the front of the score and conscious of the fact that it was nearly closing time, the clock on the wall said ten to five and she felt a little pressured because she wanted to buy a mattress now but was having her usual trouble deciding exactly what she wanted. The clerk didn't seem impatient, though, and he smiled helpfully at her, his gaze searching her face as he said, "This is one of the best buys in the store if you ask me, this model right here." With a forefinger, he tapped a mattress with a pattern of bright red valentine hearts. His smile held her eyes and she smiled back at him, liking his looks: self-confident, tanned, pale blue eyes, and a strong chin that gave a distinctly handsome cast to his youthful features.
"If it's sleeping comfort you're looking for," he said, "I'd go with this one, really...." He captured her gaze again, and she nodded pleasantly at his endorsement, still noncommittal.
"Well, o'course I'm interested in sleeping comfort," she said, and her smile altered suddenly just a bit, becoming less formal. She paused, her smile touched with shyness, a certain vague timidity and boldness mingling in the openness of her expression. "But I'm not ... just interested in sleeping comfort," she said casually, looking away from his eyes at the last moment. "I mean, I'd like to find something I can really sort of ... relax in-and on...." She let the sentence dissolve in implication, giving him a quick glance, her smile curling her lips upward, and they looked at each other with a tranquil intensity, an unspoken affinity passing between them.
"I think this is the best model for anything," he declared, putting emphasis on the last word, but not unsubtly, causing a flush to arise visibly into her cheeks.
"Oh?" she said. Her smile was momentarily awkward but she did not avoid his eyes. "And you really think it's the best buy?" She looked at the mattress and back at him.
"Is it for-uh, just you?" he asked her, his voice slightly hesitant, as if he didn't want to appear improperly inquisitive. "Or are-"
"For me," she interjected, nodding, and met his eyes with a very blunt smile that wavered on her lips. "And whoever-uh...." She laughed suddenly, lightly, coloring more, then finished, "I'm not married is what I mean."
"Go ahead, touch it," he said, testing the resilience of the mattress with the tips of his fingers. Diana followed suit, prodding the mattress with her fingertips, and her hand touched his lightly, for just a moment, as she withdrew it, a warm little-jolt going through her at the contact.
"Mind if I sit on it?" she said, turning her attention again to the mattress but feeling a warmth stir ring inside her that made her feel somehow lightheaded and a little fidgety.
"No, of course not. Go ahead."
"I love these hearts," Diana said. She sat on the mattress, her skirt pulling up to the midway point of her calves, the walnut tan of her panty hose more clearly revealed. She traced the tip of a forefinger around the curvilinear outline of one of the red hearts, smiling up at him with a child-like friendliness. He looked back at her in silence and the silence seemed to envelop them and fade into an eternity of small intimate silences, ending only when she cleard her throat.
He sat beside her. "They're nice hearts," he said, nodding, his half-smile no more than an inch from the sober line of her mouth. She was tingling inside, her heart pounding rapidly, her tongue parting her lips as they stared into each other's eyes.
The thrilling surprise of his hand on her knee brought her own hand, as if in reflective reaction, over his knee. She felt as if she were on an emotional precipice, her breath exhaled in a soft, audible rush, his fingers pressing gently but firmly to mold the flannel of her skirt around her knee, and as one plunges impulsively into the delicious, shocking catharsis of a pool from the safe vantage point of a diving board, losing all inhibition in the impetus of the moment, she put her face before his and accepted the soft caress of his lips on hers, his tongue stroking along one side of her mouth to the other while the tip of her tongue at the breach of her lips followed it, then touching her eyelids, her earlobes, her throat, her forehead, and his hands closed over her unhaltered breasts through the mesh of her tunic, his tongue returning to her lips again to coax hers out and take it into his mouth, drawing on the damp morsel while one of her hands groped with blind anxiety toward his crotch, finding the thickness of his cock already rising to full erection against the tight fabric of his pants.
"How gentle you are," she whispered into his mouth, slipping her tongue in and out, her fingers gripping his cock, his hands closed around the contained spheres of her breasts, their bodies looming together.
"I want you to fuck me," she told him, passing the word fuck into his mouth with an ardor that let them both devour it like a shared bite of ambrosia. The wicked pleasure of it was like a thunderlcap in her brain, and she felt the lips of her vagina unseal and moisten, her box pulsing, her heart careening, her smile frozen, an icy glittering head of sweat running down the amber flesh of her side where the tunic was slitted.
"I want to fuck you," he said agreeably. "You're incredible, this is a dream, a dream."
A dream, she thought, mists webbing her brain. "Kiss me," she pleaded.
Their mouths joined, tongues rushing together. She licked his tongue and touched hers all about he damp interior of his mouth, along the back of his teeth, the roof of his mouth, between the insides of his lips and his gums, and then opened her mouth to him. He transferred a soupcon of saliva onto her tongue and she swallowed, her throat rippling, her fingers hurriedly fumbling at the zipper of his pants, lowering it while they continued to dreamily sweeten each other's mouth with kisses.
"Boy, can you kiss," she said weakly, her body limp with satisfaction, her cunt a hot coal beneath her skirt.
His cock thrust through the opening in his pantt and into her hand, the glans seeping clear fluid already, the length of the hot tool adhesive to the touch, a tangle of pubic hair flourishing around its base.
"Yum," said Diana, and she went down to the cock, touched the slitted tip to her cheek, and reeled away, a thread of bright juice unraveling from the tip of the rod as she draw her face away, the juicy streamer breaking to loop across her parted lips as she exclaimed, in a marveled voice, "Oh!"
"Please he gasped encouragingly, taking her face between his hands and easing it back toward the un-ging elevation of his wand, a turbulence of sensual agitation filling its heated length. The lilac pad of her tongue orbited his delicately pulsing glans, the tip buffing it, and, opening her mouth wider, she slid the whole shaft deeply inside, stretching her lips around its breadth until the head of the cock was rammed back up against the roof of her mouth, her tongue shifting from side to side softly and slowly along its undersurface. With an overjoyed groan, he responded by lifting his hips and pulling her face closer, then began to fuck her mouth steadily, his fingers spreading into the spilled silvery darkness of her long hair; her eyes widened to stare up at him with curiosity and pleasure while she sucked him accommodatingly. She computed the extent of his arousal by gauging the fervor of his expression and feeling the compressed swelling motion of his cock upon her tongue, the warning temor of his hips, and she drew her lips free almost instantaneously.
"Don't want you to come yet," she said, kissing him again, her fingers petting the cock cautiously. The spell between them momentarily interrupted, her mind went back to the thought of the other clerk and she looked around the store, trying to locate him, but couldn't, and forgot him just as promptly when her lover slipped one arm under her knees and scooped her legs up across his lap. His hands eased her shoes off, letting them fall to the floor, his thumbs pressing into the gauzy nylon fabric of her pantyhose under her arched toes and massaging the nylon against the bottoms of her toes, his fingers encircling their tops. Her smile drove him on and he pushed her back down across the bed, slinking his hands up along her lovely calves and lushly pliant thighs, hooking his fingers in the rim of the pantyhose, and pulled the opaque garment down around her hips, uncovering her thighs and peeling the sheer cloth down over the curves of her calves, rolling it down around her heels and free of her bare feet her toes wriggling enticingly as he tossed it aside.
She folded her skirt back and put her legs across his lap, the toes of one foot curling around the jut of his cock, her underbelly flagrantly exposed to his dazed vision. Her vagina opened like a gaudy hyacinth blooming through the bush dark coils of her pubic pelt, the deep burgundy of the outer labia in vivid contrast with the illuminated pink of the interior. A vanilla ooze filled the ovid gap, shining, a sight so breathtaking that Diana herself was drawn to it, her lips parting vivaciously as she looked down into herself. She squeezed the muscles of her vagina voluntarily and a series of shudders ran through her, charging her mind with erotic gratification, her knee tilting high and toes stroking the cock slowly. Reaching down, she spread the forefinger and middle finger of each hand into the rift of her sex, into the warm juice and deep into the pulpy interior, smiling up at her lover as if she were presenting herself on a platter for him. He dropped his face and his lips tightened as his mouth met the inner warmth, her fingers releasing the unpeeled labia to let them enclose his lips.
"Golly, I ... just-uh, I-I," Diana began, attempting to articulate her feeling, but giving up instead wholly to the feeling. Her breath coming in panting exhalations, she twisted her buttocks further over onto the mattress, lifting her shoulders and head and stretching out more comfortably, her teeth gleaming between the fullness of her divided lips, eyes blinking, thighs quivering lightly as her lover's tongue swam up the canal of her puss. His face burrowed forward, his forehead flush against the damp hedge of curls covering her underbelly, his hands furling her skirt all the way to her breasts, and she sighted down along her body, moving both of her legs so that the smooth soles of her feet were pressing up both sides of his cock, her toes intersecting over its top, the pulse of the cock thrumming against her flesh. She suspected that with a single twitch of the toes of either foot she could bring him off, and she wanted to, she wanted to see her feet and ankles covered with jewels of sperm, but more than that she wanted it in her mouth or deep in the satiny chamber of her womb or in the clenched vise of her asshole, so she resisted and waited, bringing all of her attention to bear on the action of his tongue, which sped now all along the embouchure of her snatch, flicking at the soggy nubbin of her clit and probing at the niche of her asshole, sending thrills through her that seemed to fire sparks from her fingertips, her mind blurring with images of flame and conflagrations, her whole body burning ecstatically.
Psychic eons passed and she forced her eyes open, seeing him rising over her on the mattress, undoing his tie, his smile heroic and loving.
"I'm so ... hot," she gasped, smiling greedily back at him. "So hot. Please hurry." she watched him unbutton his shirt, and to keep herself perking she ran a finger into the slit of her puss, taking it out and tasting it, her black eyes blazing with voluptuous self-indulgence.
"Fun, fun, fun," she chanted, watching him discard his shirt and unbelt his pants, her fingers pulling her tunic up from her waist and over her head, her big broad tits jiggling as she tossed it away and shook the ebony cascades of her hair about her shoulders, grinning happily in anticipation. Her torso was streaked with paths of sweat like trails of crystal on the pale saffron of her flesh. Her cunt was a liquid crevice between her legs. Her mind was numb with pleasure. He lifted one of her arms and kissed the pissy redolence of her armpit, her fingers tightening around the shaft of his prick, their mouths meeting once more, her pegged nipples flattening against his chest as they embraced.
"Fun," he reiterated, dizzy, unbalanced, nibbling at her lips while she primed his cock with a slow pumping of her rigid fingers.
"Now, oh, now," she cried, and she pulled him down upon her and smoothly into her, the hard full length of him gulped deep into her uterus. "Fuck, me, oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck fuck fuck me," she begged, her feet, soles down, braced against the mattress, her fingers laced around his neck. They stared directly into each other's eyes and he began to thrust in and out of her, the soft thrashing and slapping of their bellies making them smile with glee.
"Oh, what a nice mattress," Diana exulted, hugging him passionately, her head tilting all the way back, her body spasming with the entrance and exit of his cock, heels skidding on the mattress, her brain lightened and enravished by cerebral echoes of the orgasms that were flooding her cunt.
Eye to eye, his hands linking with hers as he pressed her arms down against the mattress above her head, his cock pinioning her body with its compulsive rhythm, their noses almost touching, they smiled into each other's face. Her tongue reached up, sweeping his mouth, soliciting his affection, and he inhaled it, their fingers tightening, the momentum of his cock increasing, the plushy sheath of her vagina swirling around it as she moved her hips in response to his.
Diana's thoughts tumbled and whirled through twisting mazes of consciousness, pink mazes, frozen images of pink light expanding and contracting in the depths of her mind. Her body trembled and shimmered from head to foot with lewd pleasure, milky cunt sucking the hot tube of masculinity in and out of its palpy channel, moans gushing from her mouth. Feeling helpless with her arms pinned above her, she drew her knees up and thrust her long legs straight up in the air, clutching them around his back in a taut embrace, her ankles looking above his pumping buttocks, urging him on.
She felt the second cock before she saw it and knew what it was the moment it graced her lips and her mouth welcomed it with a wild smile, her eyes brightened with lust, and she turned her head sideways on the mattress, looking up at the second clerk who smiled down at her, his expression tender with concern. She nodded and he accepted her cue, pleased and eager, his hands dropping his pants, stepping forward, his huge phallus swaying to and fro through the vent of his shorts. It was prodigious, curving outward and upward in a bold incarnadine arc, huge, uncommonly huge, and she wanted it inside her at once, anywhere, in her mouth or asshole, either, but somewhere, without delay.
Her breathing slackening, Diana slowed the rhythm of her hips and decelerated her first lover's movements to a waning by taking her legs down off his back, pulling her wrists free from the grip of his hands and retarding his vigor with soothing touches. His stave pulled loose from the glut of her pussy, sparkling with wetness from tip to hilt, and she rose to her knees facing him, moving over to welcome the second clerk beside them on the mattress. He shed his shirt, bent to remove his shoes and socks, then let Diana help him remove his shorts while he smiled with aroused excitement, his prick throbbing with anticipation.
"Gee, 'm I ever gonna be ragged around," she said with an anxious grin, her hands turning around both limber cocks, her eyes darkly bright with expectation. She appraised the cock that was blazoned with the brine of her uterine fluids, the scent rich in her nostrils. Her face moved down to it and her lips opened around it, the saucy taste unutterably palatable, her tongue flourishing and lapping up the flavor. Next she switched to the other cock, swabbing it with the warm gloss of her tongue, and at length, she turned her gaze speculatively from one prod to the other as if trying to figure out just how she wanted to manage the installation of both of them simultaneously.
"Gotta do this right," she said to herself, and looked at the first clerk, pointing to indicate that she wanted him to lie down on his back. He followed her instruction, stretching out upon the mattress, his seasoned cock yearning for further satisfaction, and Diana straddled him with her face toward his, inserting him into her profusely lubricated channel, dropping her body low upon his so that the round globes of her tits cushioned her weight, billows of her gleaming dark hair falling around his face. "Now you," she whispered back over her shoulder, her eyes moodily narrowed as she girded herself for the enchanted impact.
He moved into position and fixed the heavy head of his cock to the pinkish span of her asshole, the gnarled muscular fissure slightly agape from the upslung pressure of the lodged cock. He pushed gently and Diana, her eyes closing with the ecstatic tension of the penetrating cock head, pulled him in with a voluntary contraction of muscles, the thick pole tearing a burning path of pure delicious sensation as it vanished, inch by pleasurable inch, into her rectum.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, both of you, both, now, now, now!" Diana demanded in a hoarse cry, her eyes florid with color, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled a snort of air through her nose, her head bobbing back and up to cast cataracts of ebony hair over the caramel tan of her slender back and shoulders. She hunkered forward on the shaft filling her cunt and revolved back on the one steeped in her ass, rolling her hips in a slow, soft, grinding motion between them. Inside her she could feel them swell and throb, thickening the whole lower half of her body with heaving tremors, the silky humidity of her cunt caressing one as the other moved in the velveteen tunnel of her ass. Her body swung between both men, her tits swaying on her chest, her knees digging into the mattress on both sides of the man beneath her, and she grasped her hands back around the hips of the one behind her, pulling him more harshly into her, moaning uncontrollably, a maelstrom of warm spasms churning her cunt as the cock there butted her cervix.
"One ... moment," she groaned suddenly, holding both hands up in a pacifying gesture to halt the action. She stopped moving, grinning with carnal drunkenness, and they stopped, too, all three of them pausing for the moment, Diana held in juxtaposition between two hot cocks, the man below holding her hips, the other with his hands placed around the soft domes of her tits, her nipples jutting between his fingers.
"Just wanna feel you," Diana murmured, and she let her-eyes close lightly, her teeth shining brilliantly through her comatose smile. She concentrated on those parts of herself squeezed full of burning cock, gorged vagina and punctured anus, her bowels blossoming with luxurious heat, her sundered labia awash with spillage from the chalice of her womb. She moved her hips very slowly and softly, experimentally, testing the depth and width and heat of both organs, the viscous pull of her asshole and silken sliding of her cunt loosing little bursts of exotic sensation in her that made her whimper with pleasure, her body rejoicing; and then she was moving faster, faster, and both cocks were rushing with her, four hands guiding and steering her lithe form as she bucked and plunged in a mounting hysteria of joy, sensation building in her from a sparking of pleasure of the pure flowering force of pleasure.
Diana's brain began to erupt, pink light springing up in fountains, her dazzled consciousness spinning, her body shuddering. Orgasms plungered her flesh, steaming her cunt, burning her mind, and as she soared and tossed on the shafts trading her body back and forth, her hands closed on the hands palming her tits, her face twisted back so she could propel her tongue into the mouth of the man behind her. Her mouth spoke the phrase, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," into his, and he began to ravage her with a frenzy that sprawled her face down upon her other lover, both cocks pounding her with relentless stamina.
"Sooooo fine," Diana trilled. She twisted and writhed like a Lorelei between the two men, her eyes gleaming like black diamonds, her tongue swishing around the halo of her lips, cunt generating a sudsy flow around the shaft drilling it.
They were all approaching climax, together, all vibrating on the same wavelength, traveling through the same spaces, ascending, ascending, clinging to one another, and then, improbably, spectacularly, beautifully, they were all coming together. Diana, melting in every nerve and pore, rocketed face down through voids of space, all senses ablaze in the transit, her body going rigid as she slumped upon her prostrate lover, his prod still energetically pumping her.
In that moment Diana knew only one thing: that she was the focal point of three climaxes: her own and both of theirs. Her own spun her into a vertigo of agonizingly blissful sensation, and theirs kept her steadily accelerating as they lunged and jerked against her, their cocks ejaculating spasmodically into her.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, oh, God...." Diana moaned, her mind swimming with visions of flood and storm. She blinked her eyes open wide and was acutely conscious of warm come running lushly from the dilated labia of her pussy and of jets of come coursing into the depth of her asshole. She rose to her feet, arching her ass high and slipping the lodged cock free, the same motion releasing the one in her cunt, and a sudden feeling of lascivious buoyancy shivered her limbs, inundating her mind. Disconnected from the thick cumbrous infusion of her lovers' cocks, she reeled giddily in their abrupt absence, her hands stroking the air, her thoughts disintegrating into a resplendence of white orgasmic light, the stroked nerves of her erogenous zones sizzling with the effect. Tilting to one side, she collapsed slowly upon the bed, face up, arms and legs flung out from her body, twisting away from the touch of her men. She lay there in a dazed torpor, spent, elated, savoring the sense of disembodied consciousness augmenting the ebbing pulsations of her orgasms. Her hands reached out to handle the flagging rods between the legs of her lovers, kneeling beside her, her soft fingers fondling the glistening phalli with a special tenderness. Looking down at j herself, her legs parting to give her a better view, she smiled a conoisseur's smile at the ribbons of sperm on the insides of her thighs.
Her expanded body smelled like a newly opened package of fragrances: her sweat had the scent of an aphrodisiacal champagne fermented in the nuclei of her pores by some mystical erotic alchemy; an odor of ripe sylvan herbage rose from her excavated asshole and her cunt gave off the wondrous reek of deep green waters and Mediterranean reefs and lilac sea beasts languishing in tidal pools.
With her eyes shut and her face afloat in the black river of her hair, Diana danced with Eros in the dark ballroom of her mind.