Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

Within a breathless gasp, they rolled back from one another. Their tits rose and fell, their tightened bellies twitching, and the light gleamed in the wetness of their still quivering cunts.

Erin's eyes came open as Jack suddenly thrust his cock back into her.

Carla smiled at them, and rose up onto her elbows to watch the cock the dildoes were modeled from drive in and out of Erin's clutching snatch.

Erin cried out as she came, and her ass twisted the base of the prod in her ass against the floor.

"Did I take longer than twenty minutes with the cunt?" Carla asked.

"A few minutes," he said tightly, "but that's all right."

Erin's body screamed with the further acceleration of its ecstasies, and she felt faint as she came again and again around his pistoning tool, and her ass clutched around the shaft in her rectum. Her body twisted and jumped, stretched and bucked against his, and she gasped with delight as his come began to blast up into her spasming depths.

Once again dressed, Jack and Carla sat on Erin's sofa, and she stood before there. They had unbound her hands and arms.

"Strip naked," Jack directed as casually as if asking for a cigarette.

As Erin removed the bracelets, rings, and collar, she thought about having sixty-nined with Carla. By her own choice, she had pulled the dildo out of Carla's cunny so that she could go down on her, and she had clutched the double-length prod so that she could fuck her with it.

She remembered everything that had happened yesterday and today with the brother and sister, and it was too much for her to try and cope with. So she concentrated on unfastening the leather belt.

She trembled as the ball came away from her clit and the ring slipped loose from her cunt and as she slipped the dildo out of her ass. She removed the boots and then straightened. It seemed absurd, but she realized that she now felt embarrassed. Though the garments had hardly concealed anything and, in fact, had exposed her more than she was now exposed, she felt more naked now. She blushed, and wanted to cover herself as they casually moved their eyes over her.

"We noted your awkwardness when you were sucking my cock and Carla came in," Jack said, "and we've decided that you need to get over your inhibitions about being seen naked. Walk around, and straighten the apartment as you would normally. Dust, or whatever," he said, and leaned back with his arms stretched out atop the back of the couch.

Confused, she stood there for a moment, but the intensity of their staring eyes caused her to turn. She could feel their eyes moving over her back and fanny, and she felt self-conscious as she moved around the room straightening things. She was uncertain what to do, and so got a dust cloth. They sat silently watching her bend over, straighten, stretch, and squat to dust all the furniture in the room. She was aware of every jiggle of her tits or ass and every shifting of her cunt.

Having dusted every available surface and receiving no further instructions from them, she got the vacuum cleaner from a closet, plugged it in, and turned it on. She began to go over the carpet. The brother and sister watched her, but she became less and less conscious of being watched, or being naked while they were clothed.

"I think we could do with something to drink," Carla said.

"Yes, some iced tea, perhaps," Jack said, and Erin turned the vacuum off.

She prepared the tea and carried the glasses back on a serving tray.

Standing before them, she leaned forward from the waist to hold the tray toward them. He took his glass and plucked an ice cube from it as Carla took her glass. He reached out and rubbed the cube against one of Erin's nipples. Her breath caught at the sudden chill, and her nipple went erect against the chilling hardness. He sat back, and a bead of water moved down the undercurve of Erin's tit from her damp nipple.

"I think we'd like to see how you masturbate now," he said as he leaned back, and he dropped the cube back into his glass. "Nipple sweetening beats sugar," he chuckled to himself.

"You-you mean in front of you?" Erin stammered as he sipped his drink.

"We'd hardly be able to evaluate your technique if you were in the other room, now would we?" Carla asked with a weary shake of her head, and Erin stood trying to consider their order.

"Do it," he said, and though he did not speak loudly or threateningly, there was something in it that made her put the tray down and take a few steps back from them.

"Standing, or… what?" she said in an apologetic whisper.

"On your knees," he said firmly, and she dropped to them.

Her knees apart, the wet pink of Erin's cleave was spread for them to view. Nervously, she moved her fingertips along her lips, and touched her thumbs to either side of her clit. Her nervousness began to fade, and her fingers flowed along either side of her furrow, and her thumbs rubbed against the sides of her clit. Her breasts rose and fell, and her mouth opened with the deepening of her breath. Her eyelids lowered, and she began to sway from side to side as her pleasures began to mount. She did not see Carla reach into her large handbag and take out an 8mm movie camera.

Erin's breath hummed in and out of her as she continued to masturbate, and she did not hear the whir of the camera as Carla filmed her performance. Her clit sparked within the wet caress of her thumbs, and her lips quivered against the stroking of her fingers. Carla stood, and moved around to her side as she continued filming.

"Keep at it," Erin heard Jack say, "and move forward on your knees."

It took a second before she was able to interpret his words through the carnal confusion of her brain, and she began to inch forward. Her fingers continued to glide within her cleave as her thumbs burnished the longing ache of her clit, and her movements toward him only compounded the agitation in her cleave. Carla stood up, and moved around her with the camera. Waves of succulent joy lapped at Erin's brain, and her flesh burned as she unquestioningly obeyed him. Carla went to one knee behind her so that she could film the shiftings of her fanny, and the damp base of her mound as Erin's fingers darted in and out of view.

Erin squinted her eyes to see how much further she had to go, and she saw that his hardened prod was out of his pants and jabbing up into the air before her. She moved her knees forward with more determination upon seeing the prize.

Gasping, Erin moved between his spread legs, and she dropped her mouth around his thick tool.

"Suck me off, cunt," he said, and the words sounded almost tender to her enraptured mind.

Her upper arms pressed in against her breasts and pushed them together as her hands continued moving in her cleave. She licked at his knob and his dorsal vein as she drew in her cheeks around him. Hungrily, she pressed her head down so that she could fill her mouth with him. His eyes lidded, and he smiled as she energetically sucked at him.

"Relax your throat muscles," he told her as he leaned back, and he again stretched his arms out atop the back of the couch.

Erin found herself obeying, and his big knob was bobbing in her throat.

Her breath flowed around his wet flesh, and brief chills mixed with the burning filling his prod. He inhaled deeply with pleasure and looked past Erin to Carla.

Carla stood between Erin's feet, and she pointed the camera down at his crotch to film the movements of Erin's mouth around his cock. Moving back, she pressed her foot against the insides of both of Erin's feet, and they and Erin's calves moved farther apart. Carla stretched out on the floor, adjusted her focus, and moved the lens past Erin's opened ass to just under her cunny so that she had a close-up of it and Erin's hands. She then moved around the couch to film the scene from his point of view.