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Drunken Orgy (group, orgy)
by Anonymous Author (lt7068@aol.com)
She saw Vanessa remove her costume and pull the hairpins out of her
piled coiffure. Vanessa shook her head, loosening her platinum-blonde hair
and spreading it over her shoulders. Her cans jiggled with the motion and
her hips twisted. She caressed her own boobs, grinning at Helen and running
her hands slowly over her torso to bury her fingers in the thick, mouse-
brown thatch of her pubic hair.
Shes the sexy one! Helen admitted to herself. Her boobies are twice
the size of mine! And shes got hips for riding a man! For heaven¦s sake,
Helen! Get hold of yourself, you crude shit!¦ But she knew the vodka had
combined with her helpless nakedness to rob her of the will to object to her
own reactions. her ass was bumping the grating with rhythmic monotony and
her belly was jerking. îToo many!¦ she thought. îTwo¦s too many!¦ Her boobs
throbbed and she gave up trying to cope with the varied sensations that
assailed her. îIf they¦s only do something at the same time!¦ She was
squirming under the thrill of Art¦s tongue as it caressed the tip of one
nipple and twitching to the electric needles of pleasure Barry¦s teeth
created as he scraped them over the slopes of the other.
îBarry,¦ she thought. îBarry . . . BARRY! What¦s he doing with his hand!
It¦s not moving any more!_ His hand rested at the top of her thigh, nestled
against the lip of her pussy, it¦s heat compounding her own. Her hips surged
and she pressed her pussy onto the hard edge of his knuckles before she
knew what she was doing. His thumb stirred and slipped into her slit,
gliding frictionlessly on her wetness.
Unh! . . . UNHHH! she exclaimed, rising to the balls of her feet. No ...
NO! . . . Ahhhh, yessss! She thrust her belly forward as he wedged his thumb
upward into the mouth of her cunt. Ahhhh! . . . AHHH!
Barry released his hold on her tit and sank to his knees. He kissed her
belly, pushing Arts hand aside, then thrust the tip of his tongue into her
navel and twirled it around the edges.
Umph! . . . Mmmmp! she grunted and lashed her ass backward. New
fingers of delight shot inward from his touch and she arched her back,
jabbing her protruding belly into Barry¦s face. She felt his thumb drive
deeper in her twat, bending to jab at the walls of her vagina.
AH! Oooh! Ahhh! she panted.
Vanessa had come forward, she saw dimly, and was rubbing her tits
against Arts shoulder while she fumbled at his fly with her hands. Helen
strained to see around her husbands head and past Barry to watch her
friends fingers. They vanished into Arts trousers and emerged clutching
his cock. Vanessa fondled the turgid prick eagerly, squeezing the shaft with
one hand nd caressing the livid head with the other. Art pulled his mouth
from his wifes boob and faced Vanessa.
Holy Jesus! he exclaimed. You too?
Me too, what? asked the blonde.
Naked! Oh, shit, baby! Does that mean the green lights on?
Try me and see, she murmured.
Helen writhed. Hes not shocked! she realized with despair. He likes
whats happening! And she groaned inwardly. So do I, she admitted. Oh,
God, so do I!
Art chose that moment to turn and gaze into her face. Their glances
met and held and she thrilled to the savage joy she saw in his eyes.
He grinned happily at her and looked down at Barry. His excitement
leaped visible and he bent to pear at the other man¦s hand. ¦All the way,
man! All the way!_ he exclaimed.
Something snapped in Helen and a new flood of fierce joy twisted her
belly. She flung herself out from the bars, hanging in her ropes, and ground
her cunt on the embedded thumb.
Art grinned at her again and his lips formed the words, ¦Good girl!_ He
turned back to Vanessa. ¦Hey, woman! I got time to get out of these
clothes?_
¦Do it fast, then! My mouth¦s watering!_ Vanessa clutched Art¦s cock
in both hands and squeezed.
Art stared at the trembling blonde with round eyes and tore at his
clothing. He threw it from him and let Vanessa push him into the nearest
armchair. ¦Jesus, Van! What the hell!_
¦Foreskin, baby!_ she exclaimed. ¦It¦s been a long time without._ She
glanced toward Barry with an expression Helen took for guilt. ¦I like it
without,_ she added quickly. ¦It¦s just that I haven¦t tasted one with for so
long._
Barry¦s chuckle rumbled. ¦Don¦t apologize. Go ahead and get a
mouthful!_
Vanessa nodded, her face red and contorted, and fell to her knees
beside Art¦s legs. She rested her boobs on his thighs and put her lips to the
tip of his cock. For a time, she sucked at the very tip, opening her mouth to
place her lips around the bulb, then drawing them over it as if stripping the
outer surface from an ice cream cone. her appearance of agitation
disappeared. She closed her eyes and smiled around the bulk of Art¦s
cockhead. Her color returned to its normal lustrous bronze tint.
¦Mmmmm!_ she sighed. ¦All mine._ She opened her mouth to its full
extent and worked her lips slowly over the bulb and foreskin to the end of
the shaft. Her eyelashes fluttered and she gazed up at Art.
He caressed her cheek with his fingertips, his face set in an expression of
rapt concentration. Helen¦s initial sense of repugnance faded and an intense
longing replaced it. Her mouth puckered at the notion of engulfing that cock.
îOh, Helen!¦ she scolded herself.
An incredible sensation of warmth and vibrancy exploded in her pussy.
She cried out and twisted her hips, then thrust her crotch forward. Barry
had seated himself, cross-legged, between her feet. His mouth held her
clitoris and his eyes twinkled up at her.
¦Barry!_ she whispered. ¦Oh, Barry! Nnng!¦
His hands cupped around her asscheeks, kneading them firmly. The
pleasure at her cunt swelled and pulsed, and her hips drove forward and
rotated her pussy up. She twisted her body in a paroxysm of delight, biting
her lip and moaning. Through the fabric of her excitement she felt her
asscheeks being parted and Barry¦s fingers driving deeply into her crack.
¦No, Barry! Don¦t! she hissed through her clenched teeth. ¦Ohhh! Barry!
Goood!_ She flung her ass hard against his probing fingers as they caressed
her rectum.
Movement caught her eye. She realized Vanessa had removed her mouth
from Art¦s cock and was standing. Art had his hands at Vanessa¦s wait and
she was climbing onto his shoulder. Helen stared, puzzled. The voluptuous
blonde lay forward on Art¦s body, her legs astride his neck and he face over
his cock once more. Art thrust his tongue into his hostess¦ twat and she
gobbled at his cock, forcing the head into her mouth and sliding her lips up
and down on the shaft.
Helen gazed at her husband, envious of the way Vanessa¦s boobs spread
over his belly and the way the tanned body molded itself to his.
She was vaguely aware that Barry was dragging his fingers across the
wet mouth of her pussy, caressing it¦s rim and slipping in and out of it.She
forgot the other couple and banged against the grating. ¦Mmmm! Mmm, Barry!
Good!_
His fingers slid back into her ass crack and pressed at her rectum,
arousing new tremors. There was a sudden increase in the pressure and a
weird sensation of stretching.
¦Ah! . . . Agh! . . . What is it, Barry?!_
He sucked more vigorously on her clitoris and all her sensations
blended into a single mountain of enjoyment.
Her vision cleared and she looked at Vanessa and Art again. Vanessa¦s
back undulated up and down and her feet flailed the air. The shimmering
blonde hair flew in a writhing mass around Vanessa's head and over Art¦s
hips, and Art¦s hands clamped on Vanessa bouncing ass, holding her pussy at
his mouth.
Vanessa jerked her head up, clinging to Art¦s cock with both hands.
¦Art!_ she cried. ¦Art! Omigod! You¦re going to make me cum!_ She lunged at
his prick again, jamming her mouth over it and sucking violently.
Art¦s eyes grew round and his face worked. He drove his tongue into
the gaping cunt and sucked the outer flesh into his mouth, chewing hard.
Vanessa¦s head bobbed wildly as her mouth stroked the great shaft, and she
slammed her ass down, crushing her twat against Art¦s face. Her body
stiffened and broke into a great tremor, but she maintained the furious
assault with her lips.
Art¦s knuckles whitened and his fingers dug into the full asscheeks.
His body stiffened and his ass rose from the chair. Helen saw his cock pulse
and realized intuitively he was cumming. She watched Vanessa¦s face with
breathless fascination. The staring blonde swallowed hard and continued to
suck, her throat working continuously. Her smooth, plump legs straightened
and the toes pointed at the far wall while Vanessa¦s ass quivered in the
intensity of her orgasm.
Helen sagged when she saw the climaxing couple collapse. She
realized with horror that she had risen dangerously near the kind of
perverse ecstasy she hadn¦t experienced since her summer with Tony.
Barry¦s mouth left her pussy and his finger withdrew from her ass.
Barry heaved himself to his feet and pressed his cock into the flesh of
her belly. ¦Anyone ever tell you what a sexy Goddamn broad you are, Helen!_
he panted.
¦Barry, please,_ she said in a low tone. ¦Please._
He rubbed his cock against her belly. ¦I¦m so hot I¦m about to bust a
blood vessel!_ he exclaimed. ¦Those other two make it yet?_ He glanced over
his shoulder and chuckled. ¦Looks like they did. Shit, they¦re one up on us.
Come on, let¦s fuck._
¦Barry! Oh, Barry, don¦t talk like that, please!_
¦Okay. No talk. Let¦s just do it._ He bent his knees, pressing them
against the undersides of her thighs, and his cockhead slid down through her
pubic hair and under her crotch. She felt its bulk nestle in her labia and
gasped.
îHe¦s going to! He is!¦ ¦Barry! Barry, they didn¦t do that! Barry!_
He surged upward and his cock slammed into her cunt, driving into her
guts and filling her with a fiery sensation.
¦Yaghhh! . . . Eeeaghhh! . . . MMMM!_ Her hips flogged and her cunt
pounded on the base of the buried cock. Barry grabbed her ass and jerked her
away from the grate, straining up so her feet left the floor and pulled
violently against her ankle bonds.
¦Ah! . . . Ah! . . . AH! . . . ¦ she gasped at each of his thrusts. Her
pleasure
roared over her and she forgot everything but the gush of sensation. Her
belly tensed and a hard knot formed around the deep-pressed cockhead. She
mumbled in a monotone, ¦Fuck-fuck-fuck!_
Barry¦s cock stroked in her. Her boobs jounced and her knees jerked. An
ocean of passion rose over her and carried her beyond herself. She felt the
knot in her belly jerk loose as a hard contraction snapped the mouth of her
vagina on Barry¦s prick. A hard trembling shook her and she turned rigid.
¦MMMM! ... AHHH! . . . ¦ Her moans carried the edge of her lust. She wallowed
in her climax, aware that Barry¦s pumping had yielded to a steady, frenzied
force against her. A flood of liquid heat ballooned her gut and her orgasm
redoubled in ferocity. She screamed with delight and scrubbed her pussy in
the steel wool of his pubic hair. He thrust his face forward and grabbed her
nipple with his mouth, biting on it while his jism continued to well into her.
And his fingers kneaded her buttocks mercilessly.
At last, his inner storm appeared to subside; his hands relaxed and the
awful upward force of his cock slackened. Helen¦s cunt spasms slowed and
she let her head fall against one arm.
¦Oh! Oh, Barry!_
¦Hey, we made it together, baby!_
¦Oh, my! Yes, we did!_
¦Know something?_ he asked in a low tone. ¦I¦ve come out of a sound
sleep where I was dreaming I was fucking you, Helen! I¦ve wanted to ever
since the first time I saw you! Only I never dreamed about doing it this way!
Jesus Christ, but you¦re a great fuck!_
¦Oh, darling, don¦t spoil it by using the wrong words! Please!_ She
twisted, still impaled on his cock and still unable to reach the floor with
her feet. ¦Barry . . . I¦m hanging by my wrists. They¦re numb!_
He lowered her and reluctantly pulled out his prick. She fell against
the bars, panting and weak, while his hands continued to rove over her body.
The her horror, she discovered that her sensory system was still capable of
stimulus. Excitement jabbed at her and her hips began to twist again. Barry
massaged and stroked until she was pleading for his cock, and she was
hardly conscious of the fact he was untying her. She collapsed in his arms
and let him carry her to the couch, where he laid her on her side. She made
no protest when he pushed the knee of her upper leg against her chest and
straddled the other thigh, his cock once more stabbing at her hot vagina. She
undulated her hips in time to his beat and happily rose again to an orgasm,
fleetingly aware that Vanessa had her legs locked around Art¦s hips, lashing
her body on his embedded prick.
When she collapsed for the second time, Barry bent over her, his
softening cock still buried and his hand idly fondling her tit.
Youre good lying down, too, baby,_ he said. ¦What a lucky guy Art is!_
Helen shook her head. ¦You don¦t know,_ she said. ¦Maybe you¦re the
lucky one.
Oh, hell! I wasn¦t saying Van¦s not great! I didnt mean that!_
She bubbled with laughter at the panic in his face and a rush of
tenderness and affection for him took her by surprise. Mm, youre sweet,
Barry. She snuggled against him.