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DDM (04/13)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
WARNING!
The following story contains detailed descriptions of sex acts between
family members (incest), and between humans and animals (bestiality).
If you are offended by such material, please stop reading now!
<< Danny Does Mom / Part 3b >>
He sucked tenderly. Currents of pleasure radiated from the captured
tit, spreading through the tissues beneath it and into her other boob. She
felt her hips write. In spite of the deep sense of shame that hovered in
the
background, she stared at Art's face. His expression made her catch her
breath; he looked ecstatically contented, his weathered cheek caving in
rhythmically with his sucking and his jaw moving gently as he chewed the
flesh of her breast. With obvious effort, he drew back and glanced at
Barry.
"Man, this has go to be tasted to be believed! You've got to try a
mouthful!"
"No! NO!" Helen exclaimed in a terrified whisper. The very thought of
Barry touching her aroused a raging fire of excitement in her belly. "Oh,
no!"
Without waiting, Art sucked her tit into his mouth again and laid his
hand on her belly. Barry edged closer and caught her other tit in his
mouth.
"Mmm!" exclaimed Vanessa's. His crooked nose wrinkled and she felt
his hand on the inner fullness of her thigh.
"Ohhh! . . . MMMM! . . . " she moaned, feeling the last of her self-
control evaporating. It was too late to resist the powerful stirrings in
her
belly, she knew. She had no way to slow her rising lust or still her
body's
squirmings. She jerked at the loops on her wrists, using the harsh bit to
heighten her awareness of her position. Art stroked her belly with
circular
movements of his hand and Barry caressed her inner thigh. She ground her
ass on the bars.
"Ahahah! Dear God, forgive me!" she whispered in an agony of desire.
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.
'She's the sexy one!' Helen admitted to herself. 'Her boobies are
twice the size of mine! And she's 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. 'Too many!' she thought. 'Two's too
many!' Her boobs throbbed and she gave up trying to cope with the varied
sensations that assailed her. 'If 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.
'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, 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 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 nd 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 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. '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
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.
'He'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.
"You're 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 didn't 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, you're sweet,
Barry." She snuggled against him.
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