Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

Erin could no longer keep her hands closed, and her ankles slipped free. Her feet slid forward till her legs were straightened. Her hands dropped to the floor, and her head lolled back. Saliva flecked her lips, her juices gleamed from her cleave, and his come seeped from between her plush buttocks.

After a time, Erin heard the shower running again, and then they were looking down at her. They were dressed, and Erin felt a pang of disappointment when she noticed that Carla was carrying her handbag.

"You-you're going?" she asked in a small voice, and pressed one hand to the floor to push herself partially up.

"Yes," Jack nodded with just a hint of a smile, "we've other business to see to."

"Oh, I…" she faltered as she pushed up onto her feet, but could not think what to say, or to do. She had forgotten that she was naked, and even that his come gleamed upon her ass and thighs. She wondered if she should see them to the door like a good hostess. It made no sense to her, but she did not want them to go.

"At exactly five thirty-five," Carla said as she drew the double-length dildo out of her bag, "we want you to stick this up your cunt until you come."

Erin's head nodded as she reverently took the prod. She thought that it had been washed, but then she realized that it was not the same as the other and was more flexible.

"Yes, it bends, but will return to that form," Jack told her. "While you've got the image of my cock in you, I want you to lean forward as you bend the other half up so you can lick it. You are to think of both halves as my cock itself, and we expect you to treat it accordingly," he said. "Do you understand?"

"Y-yes," she whispered, knowing she should say the opposite, but wanting to do it.

"You will let no one else see it. Not Ben, not anyone," Carla told her, and she again nodded.

Feeling displaced, she stood naked in the middle of her living room with a doubled replica of Jack's cock in her hands. They opened the hall door, and Carla turned to look back as he moved out of view.

"If you feel you've done an adequate job with your mouth and cunt, you can shove it up your ass," Carla said with a note of generosity.

"Th-thank you," Erin was amazed to hear herself say.

The door closed behind Carla, and Erin stood staring at it for several minutes. She wondered why she was doing the things she was doing without protests or questions, and was even thanking them. It was as if she was held enthralled by some drug, some hypnotic power, and yet she knew it was neither of these things. There was something within her that responding hungrily, and she knew that at five thirty-five she would take the dildo into her cunny and mouth. She would perform as if it was Jack's cock, and as if she was trying to create as much pleasure as was humanly possible, if only so that she could then take it up into her ass, which had been virginal until only a few hours ago.

She looked down at the doubled replica of his huge prod, and she wished she was holding the original Later that afternoon, Ben stood in Carla's office. The drapes were drawn, and the only illumination was from the dimmed sunlight, and the lamp on her desk. He had knocked, and she had called out for him to enter. She told him that she would be with him in a minute, and he had closed the door. Now, she put her pen down and sat back. He stared at the way her big tits strained the white silk of her blouse.

"Did you bring it?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered, and took the bottle from his jacket pocket.

"Looks like you shot a good-sized wad," she remarked, and he found himself feeling pride over it.

She stood up and he saw that she was wearing leather pants that fit her statuesque legs snugly. She came around the desk, and stood between it and him. The waistband of her pants snapped over itself, and the crotch was a separate piece of leather that snapped to the pants themselves.

"Remove the crotch piece of my pants," she said, and his cock throbbed with anticipation as he realized he was now going to see her naked. He moved closer to her, and reached out to unsnap the long triangle of leather. "It will be easier if you kneel," she said, and he hesitated.

Feeling that she was going to have him eat her, he remembered having wondered about her taste as he had eaten Erin. He went to his knees before her. He took hold of the triangle, and the snaps gave sharp popping sounds as they came free. He lowered the leather and saw her cunt framed by the pants. He moved his eyes up and down the full mound with its plume of silky black hair, and his breathing deepened. He looked up at her so that he would be certain. The lamp was behind her, and her face was shadowed. The light haloed her ebony mane of hair, the white silk, and the leather.

"Lick my cunt," he heard her sensuous voice say, and he leaned forward to touch his lips to her slit.

Her flesh was as soft as the wisps of hair, and he kissed the whole of her mound. He filled his lungs with the fragrance of her cunt, and then began to move his lips and tongue up and down the lips of her sex. He shifted before her, and raised his hands to the tops of her thighs. His hands closed against the leather of her pants, and he slid his tongue into her furrow.

The blood was roaring in his ears as he tasted the delicious nectar of her secretions, and he burrowed his mouth into her cleave. He felt elation as she murmured, and he worked his tongue as high as he could in her. He licked and kissed all of her nook that he could reach, and then began to raise his mouth toward her clit.

He hesitated for an instant as his lips felt for her clit so that they could press the folds of the hood from her pearl. Instead, he found that the inner flesh was already back from her erect clit due to its size. It extended at least three times as far as Erin's.

He pursed his lips to collar the base of her hardened node, and he began to suck at it as his tongue washed over its tip. She shifted her leather-encased fanny back against the edge of the desk. He rotated his face from side to side, and worked it within her gash as he caressed her thighs through the grip of the leather.

She murmured with pleasure as his lips tightened and loosened around the throb of her apex. His tongue skimmed across the burning peak, and she slid her fingers through his hair as her shoulders bunched. She shook against him as an orgasm flared, and her hands tightened to pull him harder against her.

Her juices washed over his lower face, and he moved his hands around to grip the luxuriant globes of her ass. His cock shoved out against his pants as his excitement grew with his success. She twisted her loins against him and bucked her clit between his lips. Her face lifted, and her mouth began to open wide. He licked faster. Her underbelly convulsed with ecstasy, and she cried out in a strangled gasp. Her body vibrated against him as she came, and he continued to lick and suck.

Slowly, she sat back, and her hands pressed his head back from her drenched cleave. Both of them were gasping for breath. He looked up from her mound and past her proud tits to her shadowed face. The lamplight that came from behind her gleamed from his wet mouth, chin and cheeks.

"Ever tasted your come?" she asked as she began to catch her breath.

"What?" he asked with confusion. "Uh, yeah… because of curiosity," he explained with a feeling of embarrassment.

'`No, not just dabbing your finger in it so you can take a lick," she said with a laugh, "but a full load like I swallowed yesterday-like you want Erin to swallow.

"Uh, no," he admitted as he shifted on his knees.

"Um," she nodded, and he found himself feeling guilty for having had her do something he had not. "Then do it now," she told him as she lifted the bottle from the desk, and she held out the container of his come.