Don Russell: Mother every way

Barry, she thought. Barry… 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, its 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 Art's 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 Art's shoulder while she fumbled at his fly with her hands. Helen strained to see around her husband's head and past Barry to watch her friend's fingers. They vanished into Art's trousers and emerged clutching his cock. Vanessa fondled the turgid prick eagerly, squeezing the shaft with one hand and caressing the livid head with the other. Art pulled his mouth from his wife's 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 light's on?"

"Try me and see," she murmured.

Helen writhed. He's not shocked! she realized with despair. He likes what's 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 peer 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. Oh, 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 waist 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.