s*x For All Seasons

CHAPTER ONE-2

Andrew gasped loudly and shuddered with a sigh as they completed the transition, Hazy mouthing his c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 f**k him ever since Hazy had told her how enjoyable he was, and how delightful it was going to be to f**k 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 n*****s, 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 s*x 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 s*x, 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 c**k as he oscillated his face into Diana's p***y, 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 c**k 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 s*x and dabbed at the node of her c******s, 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 c**k, 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, f**k me, f**k me, Andrew...." Her eyes met Hazy's as she glanced up from where the c**k slashed relentlessly in and out of the girl's mouth, and she cried, "Both of you, Hazy, Andrew, f**k me, come on...."

Responding to the plea, Hazy drew her lips up off Andrew's c**k and moved forward. Her hand caught the c**k 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 t**s 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 c**k veering into the velvety splay of her p***y, 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 f**k 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 t**s rising. The stiff nub of a pink-tan n****e 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 f**k Diana, smiling with excitement as they passed his c**k 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 f*****g her and f*****g her. Her slim belly rippled with tidal tremors as the c**k blazed and churned in the well of her s*x, 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 c**k, and then he was coming with her, the come jetting through his moving c**k. 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.