Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

Her cheeks drew in as she sucked hard on his prod, and she continued to lick at the underside of it. Her fingertips pressed between his ass cheeks as her thumbs worked up and down his root. His head moved fully into her throat, and she glowed with a feeling of triumph. She felt even more determined to do better than the woman had, and she remembered how she had felt the day before when he had eaten her on this very couch. She wanted to at least equal him in the creation of oral ecstasies.

She moved her head up and down faster, and his body stretched with pleasure. She was not aware of the door opening behind her. Carla stood silently behind them and moved her eyes up past the tops of Erin's stockings to the apex of her thighs. Her position thrust her lower cunt back toward Carla, and the woman could see the dampness of her lips amidst the rusty fur, Erin's lush ass above that.

"Do you want to check out these supplies orders?" Carla asked, and moved to the side of the couch.

Erin's eyes opened wide at the sound of the woman's voice, and she looked over to see Carla holding out several sheets of paper. She was afraid the interruption would cause him to lose his erection, and thus undo all her efforts. As well, she felt embarrassed to be seen sucking Jack's cock, even if it was his sister watching.

"Yeah, okay," he said, and rose up onto one elbow as he took the papers.

Erin continued sliding her mouth up and down his still hard tool, and she felt confused.

"We've still got a box of typewriter ribbons, don't we?" he asked Carla, and Erin wondered how he could separate his mind and body.

His breathing was still deep, and his hips continued to shift as she stroked his root. She closed her eyes, and took his head and upper shaft into her throat.

"Yes, you may be right," Carla said. "I'll check on it. Oh, do you want to make another appointment for our last client?"

"Um, I suppose so," he nodded. "She should be ready for another followup exam in about a week, don't you think?"

Erin pressed the tip of her center finger against his anus, and stretched the length of her hand along his root to the base of his sac.

Her other hand rubbed his root behind his sac, and jostled his swollen nuts. Her lips pulled up and down his bone, and her hair shifted brightly against his loins and hips.

"A week seems about right," Carla said.

"Good," he nodded, and handed the papers back to her.

"How's the mouth?" Carla asked.

"Pretty good for the first time," he said casually, and glanced down at Erin's pistoning head.

"Did you check the asshole out?"

"A bit tight," he remarked as his eyes again closed. "Might as well see to that now."

"All right," Carla nodded, and moved toward his desk.

Their conversation had left Erin bewildered as to what success she was having with him, but she continued sucking his tool into the top of her throat. She heard Carla open a drawer, and then move back toward the couch. She glanced over to see the woman holding a short plastic shaft from which a thinner shaft of flexible rubber extended. She wondered what it was.

Several leather thongs hung from the short shaft's top, and there was a switch on the side of it. Carla moved around behind Erin, and out of her line of vision.

"Oh, if you get tired and want me to come, just let me know," Jack said, and Erin wondered if he was mocking her efforts.

Erin frowned as she felt Carla move onto the couch behind her, and fasten one of the cords around her waist. Carla turned the leather, and the shaft dangled down in front of Erin's cunt. Carla reached between Erin's thighs to draw the remaining thong and the shaft back. Erin's mouth momentarily loosened around his cock as she felt the slender shaft press against her anus.

"Relax the muscles," he told her, and she did so.

Erin felt the tremorings of heat blossom through her ass again as the shaft slid up into her rectum, and she realized that it was slightly thicker than his finger. She sucked harder at his cock.

"Rather a pretty asshole," Carla commented as the top of the thicker shaft pressed against Erin's anus.

Erin swallowed hard at the quakings in her depths, and at Carla's words. Carla drew the thing that connected to the top of the thick shaft up between Erin's ass cheeks, and fastened it to the thong encircling her waist. The shaft was now held securely in place, and she turned the switch.

With a garbled cry of surprise, Erin started as the shaft began to vibrate within her ass. The heat began to roil within her, and her clit was pulsing. Her thumbs and palms tightened against his root, and she sucked harder.

"What speed did you put it on?" he asked, and Erin noted that he sounded short of breath.

"Slow," Carla said, and absently poked her finger into the base of Erin's slit. "How's the cunt?" she asked as she probed curiously.

"Fair," he said, and Erin wished that she had been more active when he had taken her snatch from the rear.

Carla's finger bobbed and thrust within Erin's cunny, and the vibrator hummed within her rectum. She groaned around the girth of his prod. His hips rocked from side to side, and his lips parted to the effects of her energetic mouthings, and to the caresses of her hands.

His arousal, the heat churning up through her ass, and the turning strokes of Carla's finger in her cleave all combined to send Erin's mind reeling. Her cunt and ass seemed to combine into one volcanic pulsation. Her shoulders bunched, and her fanny thrust back as orgasms exploded through her. Perspiration glistened from her forehead as the seizures deepened, and merged. She felt as if she were spinning faster and faster within a whirlpool that was growing more and more intense as it approached its apex. She fought to control the movements of her hands, and to keep her mouth closed against the cries of rapture that sought to break free.

She wanted him to come, wanted to pull his spend from him as the woman had, but she could not seem to. She felt as if she had been sucking his cock forever. She strained to keep going, but carnal fatigue was weakening her.

"Come," she gasped, her mouth opening momentarily from around his tool.

"Count to five, and pull back," he said, "and you won't have to worry about my come."

Amidst the frenzy of her orgasms she felt denied, and yet felt thankful. She pulled her head back from his cock, and her cries came free. His prod bucked, and his thick gizzum hosed out. Coming, she felt the hot broth of his spend splashing against her tits, and her climax accelerated. The vibrator continued to shiver within her ass, and she rose up onto her knees as her hands clutched his thighs for support.

The spray of his come was now striking her belly. With a strangled sob, she reached the peak, and leaned forward against the couch. She murmured with satisfaction. The anal vibrator seemed to extend the afterglow of her culmination.

When she opened her eyes she saw that he had stood up and was now beside his desk with Carla, who was wiping a few drops of come from the head of his tool. Carla was using Erin's bra for the task.

"Well, I've got some things to tend to," Carla said, and tossed Erin's bra over with the panties. "Going to leave the vibrator on?"

"Yeah, let it keep her loose for awhile," he said, and Carla left the office.

Feeling limp, Erin remained on the couch and watched him look toward her. He stared at her, and she glanced down to see his pearly spend clinging to her tits. She wondered what it tasted like, and was tempted to dab her fingertips into it so that she could find out.

"If you want to get hold of yourself, we can move along to the next phase of your treatment," he said with medical coolness.

Ben sat in his office and found his mind wandering from business. He wondered what Erin was doing at the moment. He felt uneasy at the idea that she and Jack were engaged in some sort of sexual activity, but he also felt expectation that she might be even freer in bed than the night before.