"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. To 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.
CHAPTER FOUR
Helen lay beneath Barry for a long time, her pussy contracting involuntarily at intervals. As the effects of her vodka wore off, the contractions began to embarrass her and the flashes of anguish made her shudder each time she squeezed his cock.
But what can I do? she asked herself. How can I undo what's already a fact? He's in and we both know it. She restrained her growing restiveness until Barry eased his cock out of her and lay beside her. To her chagrin, her first response to him gathering her in his arms and pushing his limp dick into the nest of her pubic hair was to return the pressure. Realizing too late what she had implied, she buried her face in the hollow of his neck and whimpered.
"Pretty much for one night, isn't it, baby?" Barry whispered.
"Yes."
"First time?"
"Yes. The first time tied up – or naked – or with the lights on – or most of the other things. And the first time with anyone except Art. Not counting Danny's father, of course." She wasn't going into that episode.
"Baby, don't let it get you down."
"Huh?"
"I mean, you can't hide from yourself, and no one else is important enough to hide from."
"Like now?"
"Like now." Barry gently lifted her face from his shoulder and grinned.
His teeth are as crooked as his nose, she thought. I forgot that when he was chewing me. It struck her that he was heavier than Art… stockier and with more bulges. His features reminded her of the face of a granite cliff, seamed and craggy, and his eyes were a gray-green that looked out of place with his olive complexion. It was a wonder he could sell anything, and she recalled wondering often how he could stay at the top of his field. But his very roughness was a source of comfort to her right now, as if homeliness guaranteed sympathy and understanding. Her only problem was the increasingly nagging awareness of her nakedness and the intimacy of their embrace.
"But, Barry! What'll I do? Brrr! You realize what I've done tonight?"
Barry nodded and grinned again. "Christ, yes! It's something you ought to be proud of! Something to remember! Look how Art ate it up?"
"He… he was terrible!"
"Because he liked what was going on?"
"Yes. Oh, Barry!" she wailed. "He should have stopped us!"
"Forget it, baby. I'll bet he's never been that turned on in his whole life. No offense to you either."
"But imagine what he must think of me! To act like that after all this time!"
"Look, pet. Don't answer me if you don't want to. But keep asking yourself and giving honest answers when you do. Did you enjoy what happened? At the time, I mean. Did the things I did to you feel good? Was it good to see how excited Art got and how much fun he had?"
She shook her head slowly. "Those aren't the important questions, Barry. The only important question is, 'Was it right or wrong?'"
"That's not a good question until you decide what right and wrong mean. What they mean to you! To me, what you did was right because it was fun for everyone here – because no one else will ever know about it and can't get hurt – because maybe it accomplished something worthwhile. Right is something different from socially acceptable or conventional, baby!"
"You believe that, don't you?"
"Damn right! And I think you're too big a person not to agree, once you really think about it."
She tried to think about it, but her awareness of his cock's stirrings continued to distract her. At last she giggled and pulled back. "Barry, darling…"
"Huh?"
"Whether it's right or wrong, I'm getting sober enough to feel embarrassed. Would you mind if I went and got some clothes on?"
"I'd mind. But I suppose if I'm too greedy this time I'll screw myself out of the chance to get another piece from you later on?"
She wanted to tell him his consideration wasn't about to earn him a repeat performance, then thought better of it; if she said something like that, he might take it as a subtle hint she wouldn't resent greed.
She scrambled over him, furious at herself when she paused to let her pussy rest on his warm flesh for a moment. His quick grin assured her he hadn't missed the significance of her hesitation, and she fled with burning cheeks. When she got back to the living room, both men were dressed and Vanessa was parading before them.
"Oh! There you are!" exclaimed Vanessa. "I guess I've got to get respectable, too. Looks like the games are over." She vanished into the hall.
The conversation seemed strained to Helen. No one mentioned the orgy, although she was certain it was uppermost in every mind. With each trivial comment, she became less patient and more self-conscious. The vision of her nude, spread-eagled body grew so vivid in her imagination that she felt she would see herself if she looked at the grating. And her memory of the individual caresses she'd experienced were sharper in the quiet of reflection than they'd been in the haze of her passion – so strong she was afraid Barry and Art would see them in her eyes if she glanced at them. When Vanessa returned, Helen mumbled apologies and urged Art to take her home.