Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

Amidst the rising waves of ecstasy Erin wondered why she had only let Ben eat her once before, and why she had refused to let herself enjoy it. She cursed her feelings of guilt and revulsion, and thrust her cunt up and down his cock with renewed fervor. She hoped that Jack and Carla could free her of all her hang-ups.

Ben blinked his eyes open with overjoyed surprise at her passion, and his rose to meet hers. Their bodies twisted and stretched together, and they rolled onto their sides. She cried out, coming deeply, and he let the come blast free of his balls. He gushed up into her, and his mind and body vibrated as one.

They gripped one another tightly and kissed one another's faces. Both were satiated, and they fell asleep with blissful smiles on their lips.

Ben dreamed of Carla, and Erin dreamed of Jack.

When she awoke the next morning, Erin began to remember the events of the previous day, and she wondered if she was not simply remembering a strange dream. The question had quickly been answered, and she began to wonder how she had let herself do what she had done with Jack. But she also remembered how she had felt when he had eaten her, and when he had balled her. She could not find the will power not to get dressed when Ben reminded her that he was to drop her off at the Romes' on his way to work.

She moved as if in a daze, and she wondered what Ben would say if she told him about what she and Jack had done. Then, she also wondered what he and Carla had been doing. She felt confused. She wanted to refuse to return, but did not know how she could explain her refusal to Ben. She told herself that there was nothing wrong in what she was doing, and that she was simply doing it so that Ben would be happier. She did not want to think about the pleasure she had experienced, or think about what might be planned for today.

As Ben drove her toward the Romes' offices, Erin found herself pulled between feeling like a nervous schoolgirl and someone whose repressions were again trying to take command. She concentrated on the unrestrained pleasures she and Ben had shared the night before.

His appointment set for after he got off work, Ben dropped her off at the Romes'. He took note of her nervousness as he kissed her goodbye, and he watched her walk away from the car. Feeling uncertain about the whole thing, he told himself that he was being foolish and drove off for work.

Inside, Erin braced herself and entered the office. Pouring coffee, Carla glanced back at Erin with a warm, friendly smile.

"Good morning," Carla said, and offered the cup to Erin.

"Morning," Erin nodded.

"How're you feeling today?"

"Oh? all right, I guess," Erin answered vaguely.

"Second thoughts? Nervous?" Carla asked as she poured her own coffee..

"Why, yes," Erin said with surprise.

"Don't feel bad," Carla smiled. "Everyone does. It's just like when you learn to swim or ride a bike." She sipped her coffee, and watched Erin relax a little. "How were things at home last night?"

"They were great," she had to admit, and she blushed as she remembered kissing Ben's cock, and Ben eating her snatch.

"Good, good. Sometimes patients find it difficult to remember why they've come here, and allow themselves to give in to jealousies, and guilt feelings. But I was sure you and Ben were too together for such nonsense," Carla said, and Erin smiled with a feeling of pride. "Well, come into my office, won't you?" Carla said as she opened the door.

Erin moved past her, and Carla closed the door behind them. Music played softly, and Erin remembered being on the couch in Jack's office.

Carla motioned her toward two chairs that were placed together.

Wondering why they were facing the wood paneled wall, Erin crossed to the chairs, and sat down. She looked up and realized that Carla was dimming the lights in the room, and she felt a tinge of uneasiness.

"These rooms are sound-proofed," Carla said as she walked around in front of Erin and took hold of the edge of one of the panels. "The glass you'll see is a two-way mirror. The mirror part is on the other side, and we can't be seen," she said, and she slid the panel back.

Erin stared with surprise. On the other side of the glass was a large room with a huge water bed. Jack stood beside the bed, and he was undressing. Carla moved back and sat down in the chair next to Erin's.

Erin glanced over at her, and realized that the chair was set a few inches farther back than hers. Carla was calmly watching her brother remove his shoes and socks.

Erin looked back toward Jack and saw him unbuttoning his shirt. She stared with fascination at his lean, muscular body. Knowing that he could not see her, she felt more relaxed about looking at him. He unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his slacks. Erin's breathing had become shallow.

He removed the shirt and unzipped his pants. Erin's hands kneaded the hem of her skirt as she watched him lean over to slide his pants down.

She eyed his firm buttocks, his strong thighs, and his cock. He stepped out of his pants and was naked. She stared at his prod, which was huge even though flaccid.

Jack turned to watch the door open, and the woman he had been with when Ben had first phoned now entered. She wore a translucent blouse, and Erin could see her big tits quiver gently beneath the fabric as she approached Jack. She was otherwise naked, and Erin found herself staring at the dark ringlets of her muff and at the woman's shapely legs.

Jack said something to the woman, and she slowly lowered herself to her knees before him. He looked down calmly at her as she leaned forward to kiss his shaft and raised her hands to run her fingertips over his sac.

Erin's mouth felt dry, and she swallowed hard. The questions and doubts that had started to form in her mind were being washed away by fascination and arousal.

The woman's lips parted, and her tongue began to slide up and down Jack's tool, and it began to stiffen. Erin moistened her lips. The woman curled her fingers beneath the weights of his big balls and gave his bulbous knob suckling kisses. Erin's cunny was pulsing deeply.

"Take notice of the technique she is using," Erin dimly heard Carla say. "See how she employs her lips, her tongue, and her hands to harden his cock."

Erin did not even think about it being Carla's voice. She was remembering how Jack had eaten her, how Ben had eaten her, and how she had been afraid to take Ben's length into her mouth. She remembered wondering what it would be like to take Jack's cock into her mouth.

Now, she was watching another woman doing it. She felt stirrings of jealousy.

Jack's cock stood out from his body in full erection.

He smiled as the woman took his head into her mouth to suck and lick.

The woman's full, globed ass moved from side to side, and Erin could see moisture gleaming along her slit. The woman began to take his thick shaft between her lips.

"Pay attention to how she doesn't rush things," Carla's voice said,

"and how she's fondling his balls."

Erin watched the woman take more and more of his shaft into her mouth.

The woman angled her mouth and neck so that they were aligned, and she took more of his length into her mouth. Her cheeks drew in as she sucked at him, and her hands moved over his loins so that her fingers caressed through his hair while her palms and heels stroked his balls.

"Notice how her mouth is just able to encircle his thickness," Carla pointed out, "and think about how much she has taken into her mouth, how much of his long cock."

With this, Erin realized the woman was taking Jack's head and upper shaft down into her throat. She stared with amazement.

"Think of yourself doing this. You can see that it isn't hurting her, isn't forcing her to gag or anything. Think of yourself taking Jack's big cock into your mouth. Think of taking Ben's cock into your mouth.