Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

It's just a matter of learning muscle control to do exactly what she's doing," Erin heard her say, and she shivered with arousal at the thought of sucking on Jack's cock. "Look at the pleasure on his face.

Think of the joy in creating such pleasure, such arousal," Carla prodded.

Erin glanced up at his face and again felt jealousy.

She saw Jack's eyelids lower as his mouth opened, and she wanted to be the one giving him such pleasure. She knew that her thoughts were less than logical, but she did not care. Her arousal was continuing to build as she watched the mouth sliding up and down his swollen rod. She continued pulling at the hem of her skirt, and her wrist rubbed against the insides of her lower thighs.

"Do you feel aroused by the sight of their passion?" Carla's sultry voice asked. "Is your cunt damp, your clit throbbing?" Carla asked, and Erin found herself nodding. "Here," Carla whispered, and Erin glanced down as the woman gently took hold of one of her wrists to guide it upward.

Erin wanted to protest as her hand was moved up her thigh, and caused her skirt to be pushed up. Yet she could not summon the will power to simply stiffen her arm in resistance, and did not want to continue looking away from Jack and the woman. She looked back at the couple and felt her hand against the humid heat of her cunt, only her thin panties between. Her hand was guided higher, and her fingertips touched against the waistband of the bikini panties.

The woman raced her suckling mouth up and down Jack's prick, and he was moaning with passion. His hands touched the woman's dark hair, and he arched his hips toward her. Erin's fingers slid beneath the panties.

Jack thrust his cock in and out of the woman's mouth. Erin's fingers moved through the soft fur of her muff and pressed into her wet slit.

The woman's hands slid back between his thighs so that she could caress his root and his ass. Erin's thighs spread as her fingers curled up into her snatch, and she pressed her thumb against the electric pulsings of her clit.

"Think about how it'd be to be sucking on his cock," Carla said as she stood up, and she silently moved her chair back. "Remember how it felt when it was his tongue in your cunt instead of your fingers. Remember how he moved his tongue," she added, seeing that Erin was unaware of her actions.

Erin felt intoxicated with her arousal. Doing as Carla had said, she recalled how Jack had gone down on her, and she moved her fingers as he had moved his tongue within the hot marsh of her furrow. Behind her, Carla leaned forward and reached over Erin's shoulders without touching her. Her fingers began to open the buttons of Erin's blouse. As though hypnotized by the sight, Erin continued staring as Jack fucked the woman's suckling mouth. She did not even notice that her blouse was open and that Carla was unfastening her skirt.

Erin's thumb dabbed at the incessant burn of her clit, and she murmured with pleasure, her mouth opening as if to take Jack's cock into it.

Carla moved around to kneel at an angle before Erin's legs so that she would not block the view of Jack and the woman. She reached across with one hand, and took both sides of Erin's skirt in her hands.

Erin felt the skirt tugging down against her hips and rose slightly without thinking, not wanting her concentration to be disturbed. The panties slipped down from her hand and cunny and from her ass. Erin sat back down as the clothing moved down her calves and lifted her feet for them to be fully removed. Smiling to herself, Carla stood back up to move around behind Erin again.

Jack's fingers curled in the woman's hair, and his lips pulled back from his clenched teeth. He appeared to be in a carnal frenzy, and Erin rubbed her clit faster. Her cunt was tightening and loosening with excitement. Carla's hands pressed against her shoulders, and Erin leaned forward to avoid having to be bothered with anything else. She was unaware of her bra being unsnapped.

The woman's hands clutched at Jack's ass with desperation, and her head bobbed faster and faster upon the reddened pole of Jack's shaft. Erin was moaning without realizing it, and her rounded ass cheeks twisted against the seat of the chair as she churned her fingers in the raging hive of her cunt. She did not notice that Carla had gradually turned the lights back up.

Jack's body arched forward and stiffened. The woman sucked hard. Erin's fingers curled and stretched in her cleave, and her thumb kneaded her clit. She leaned forward toward the glass. Her shoulder and hand were beginning to ache, but she did not care, and her accelerating ecstasy obscured the aching.

Jack's body shook, and the woman stopped moving her head. Erin trembled as she saw the base of his cock shaking. The woman's throat shifted as she gulped, and Erin knew she was swallowing down his come. Erin's mouth pulled wide, and both desperation and passion showed on her face as she began to come. Jack staggered back a step, and his jerking rod pulled partially free from the woman's mouth. Erin's clit was sizzling with eruptions of electric energy, and she cried out. He went back another step, and his prod came fully free. Erin gasped. His climax was receding and the flow of his come lessening as it splashed over the woman's lips and chin. Erin's body shuddered as she came, the image of his fountaining tool filling her mind as her eyes screwed shut.

Ecstasy expanded throughout Erin until it seemed to sweep beyond the confines of her body. With that, all the tension left her muscles, and she collapsed back in the chair. After several moments, she raised her eyelids enough to look back through the two-way glass and saw Jack lying back on the bed. The woman was tongue-bathing the last of his spunk from his knob. Erin felt a note of longing intrude on her bliss, and she shut her eyes.

When Erin again looked toward the mirror, she saw that both Jack and the woman had left the room. Trying to clear her head, she sat up and looked around groggily. She was alone in the office and naked but for her beige stockings, her garterbelt, her heels, and her jewelry.

Vaguely, she recalled the bra and blouse being slipped off her while she basked in the afterglow of her climax. Standing, she glanced around, but could not see her clothing. Dressed as she was, she felt more naked than if she had been fully stripped. She jerked her head around as the office door opened, and her hands moved to cover her breasts, and her cunny.

"Come along," Carla said without any recognition of Erin's attempt at modesty.

"My-my clothes…?" Erin said, and slowly lowered her hands.

"You won't need them," Carla said, and her words and manner were both only professional.

Not knowing what else she could say, Erin nodded and went through the door. She glanced toward the hallway door and wondered what she should do if some stranger should suddenly enter. She felt very selfconscious. Carla moved past her to open Jack's office door and motioned Erin inside. Erin's tits quivered sensuously as she walked forward. She did not see Carla smile as she watched her full ass cheeks rock from side to side beneath the narrow band of the lace garter belt, and the swing of her long, shapely legs.

Jack stood beside his desk. Dressed in a dark blue terry-cloth robe, he smiled pleasantly at Erin, and she ducked her eyes with embarrassment.

On his desk were her clothes. Erin heard the door close, and she glanced back to see that Carla had left her and her brother alone.

Again, she wondered if the two were twins, but she did not feel bold enough to ask.

"That woman's quite a cocksucker, isn't she?" he said casually.

"I, uh…" Erin stammered, and found herself unable to look into his eyes.

"Now, you weren't this shy when she was drinking my come, were you?" he chuckled.