Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

Erin's hands caressed Carla's thighs and hips, and Carla dropped her skirt back over Erin's head.

Rocking back and forth off his ass, Jack continued jabbing his thick length in Erin's suckling cleave. He left her skirt up around her waist, and they watched her ass tightening and loosening as it moved back and forth.

"Poor dear does seem to be hungry," Carla said with mock concern as Erin's mouth continued to nuzzle in her. "Perhaps… a little butter," she smiled, and Erin blinked as a butter knife pressed a patty of butter between her ass cheeks. "And maybe some sausages," Carla said as she put the knife down.

The woman's stomach pressed against the top of Erin's head as she leaned forward. Erin gasped within the sweltering cove of her cunt as she felt Carla press a sausage into her anus.

"I think I'm going to leave a tip," he said shortly, and Erin felt him tense beneath her.

Erin's mouth pulled wide within Carla's furrow as she felt his massive tool buck and jab within her. Carla's taste saturated her mouth, and her scent filled her lungs as her brother's hot come jetted up into her. Erin muffled her groan of ecstasy within Carla's sex. Carla's calf tensed beneath Erin's tits, and twisted up against them. Her loins thrust against Erin's face as her thighs gripped Erin's head, and her calf pushed downward. His cock began to spurt out the last of his juices, and Erin felt Carla's foot move under her belly to her cunt.

The toes, damp with her own saliva, curled against her clit just above his twitching rod. Erin came again as the sister's toes and the brother's cock swirled in her churning gash. Carla stiffened as Erin's mouth writhed against her clit, and she was coming too.

The three became still as they sought to catch their breaths. After a minute, they shifted around, and they let Erin sit up. Between them, she glanced down to see his reddened cock gleaming with her juices, to see her uncovered cunt overflowing with his come and hers, and to see Carla's slit shimmering with her saliva and the woman's juices. Still breathless, Erin brushed her hair back from her flushed face. She lifted a napkin, and dabbed her face dry of Carla's spendings.

Carla lifted her coffee cup, took a sip, and then looked over toward his lap. Erin leaned back as Carla stretched over, her hand guiding the cup between his legs. Erin and Jack both watched as Carla lifted his now soft prick to dunk it in the luke-warm coffee, and then stirred the coffee with it.

"Always like half-and-half cream with my coffee," Carla smiled at Jack, and he laughed, and Erin found herself smiling.

"Did you use up all the butter?" he asked Carla as he picked up a long roll.

"There's plenty available," Carla said, and he looked down at Erin's bared cunny.

She watched as he pressed the roll between her lips, and then turned it within her wet box. Her breath caught at the movement. He lifted the roll, and she watched through lidded eyes as he tasted it. She felt a sudden exaltation that he should be tasting her spendings.

"Here," Carla said as she lifted another roll, and they watched her turn it within her own furrow. "Try the taste comparison test," she said as she held the roll out to him.

Erin watched him take a bite of the roll, consider the taste, and then take another bite from the one with her nectar on it.

"Gosh, I can't be sure," he said, mimicking someone on a TV ad.

"Good hard rolls," Carla said as she lifted a third one. "Great for sopping up gravy," she remarked, and she pressed it into Erin's slit.

Erin's hands gripped the seat, and her legs spread wider as Carla worked the roll up into her. They continued talking, and as her head began to clear a little, Erin became aware that they had not been talking to her, or looking at her. They seemed only to be aware of her cunt. She wondered if Carla had not been joking, but actually saw her only as a cunt, an ass, a mouth, hands, and tits. While she felt hurt, she also felt excited by the thought. She loved Ben, and he loved her, and their sex life was becoming good. She wondered if affection from Jack and Carla might not be actually distasteful. She did not understand why, but she was enjoying what was happening. Again, the thoughts were becoming too confusing, and she concentrated on the hard roll she held in her cunt.

The waitress came back to see if they wanted anything else before she totaled their check. Erin wondered what she would think if she could see their bared loins beneath the table and when she found her torn panties on the Door beneath the table. The waitress moved away.

"Clean my cock, and wipe off the seat," Jack said as he took out his money, and Erin leaded over to suck their juices from his prod.

She wiped the seat between their legs and hers, returned his cock reluctantly to his pants, and zipped him up. He put the tip on the table, and he and Carla moved to leave at each end of the booth's curved seat. Erin stared at them for a moment as they walked away, and then she quickly got up to follow.

Back at her apartment, Erin looked at Carla's big handbag, and wondered what it held today. Remembering the cuffs and straps, she moistened her lips.

"The dildo," he said, and held out his hand.

Erin opened a closet, and moved a chair before it to stand on, and she took down a long box. Opening it, she carried it to him, and he smiled as he saw the doubled copy of his tool lying on pink silk.

"Like it was in your cunt, ay?'' he smiled.

"Y-yes," she nodded with a shy smile.

"Did you obey yesterday afternoon?" he asked, and she nodded. "Well enough to shove it up your asshole?"

"Yes," she admitted, and then she blinked as she saw Carla taking the movie camera out of her purse.

"Strip," he said abruptly as he took the box from her hands.

She looked from him to the camera, suddenly uncertain, and he grabbed the front of her dress in both hands. He jerked downward, and she let out a startled cry as he ripped the garment from her. His hands moved again, and the last shreds were torn from her. She stood wide-eyed before him, and her bra and shoes were all she wore. His fingers curled around the bra between her tits, and he yanked. She staggered as the thin fabric tore, and almost fell off her heels. She balanced herself.

Her heart was pounding.

"I didn't ask if you would like to. That's understood," he said as he tossed the remnants of the bra aside, and Erin was unaware that Carla had been filming them. "Bend over," he said, and she quickly did it.

Her ass thrust up and back, and he moved around behind her. "Okay, work the sausage out with your muscles," he said.

She started to protest that she could not, but then she remembered how she had moved the dildo Carla had thrust up her ass. She concentrated on tightening and loosening the muscles outward, and she felt the sausage begin to shift.

"Good," he nodded when she had finished, and she felt pleasure over having pleased him. "Now, grab your ankles," he said, and Carla handed him something from her bag.

He went to one knee beside her, and Erin saw that he held four black leather cuffs that were connected by a small X of silver links. He fastened the cuffs around her wrists, and had her release her ankles so that the other two could be fastened around them. He stood up, and she realized that now she could not straighten up. She felt a surge of panic, and became aware of how vulnerable her ass was. She felt unsteady balanced on her high heels.

Jack moved out of her range of vision, and Carla walked slowly around her to film her. She heard sounds from behind her, and then he was taking hold of her hips. He pulled back, and her weight broke the heels off her shoes, but she did not fall. He slid her several feet back, and then put her down on her back. Her arms were stretched up toward her legs where the cuffs held her wrists and ankles together.