Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

With each swing she gained momentum, and her toes began to lift off the floor. Sipping a glass of wine, Carla moved to his side as she watched Erin's frantic attempt. She raised the glass to his lips, and he took a drink without removing his eyes from Erin's. Erin stretched her legs forward as she swung toward him, and her feet moved past the outsides of his knees. On the next swing, her lower calves moved past his thighs. Then, her body curving, she swung her legs past his hips, and her calves turned to catch behind him at the small of his back. She thrust her cunny against the hard column of his sex, and slid onto it with a moan as her ankles crossed behind him.

With a smile, he pressed his mouth to Erin's and began to suck the remainder of the roll from her mouth so that he could taste the juices his prod was swimming in. He began to walk back beneath the hook, and Erin moaned as his cock thrust and bobbed and the pull of the rope lessened. Her heels rubbed just above his buttocks, and she thrust her hips out and back to slide up and down his shaft. He raised his hands to her breasts and felt how tightly they were pulled up. Her tongue licked at his, and he pressed his hands against her thighs. She released her hold and again hung before him.

He thrust high into her and moved back a bit as her cunt tightened. He pulled back, and she gasped as his thick length pulled through her grasp. He thrust, and she swung back and off him. Her mouth opened with panic, but before she could form a word, her anus was pressing back against something.

Carla again had the double-length dildo on, one half in her cunt, and Erin felt it move into her rectum. Carla thrust, and Erin swung toward Jack's cock. Her cleave gripped around it, and he moved back with her before thrusting her loose to swing back onto Carla's prod.

She swung back and forth between them, his cock up her snatch one moment, and then the phallus up her ass the next. Back and forth she swung until she was not even willing herself to move at all, the momentum and their thrusts controlling her. She came again and again until she heard Carla gasping, and felt his prick spasming.

Erin continued to swing back and forth even after they moved, and eventually she came to a halt. She hung limply, her chin against the top of her chest. She did not care, but she wondered what tune it was, and if it was still the same day.

Ben had kept wondering what would happen during his session today with Carla, and his arousal had continued through the day. Each time he saw Amy he remembered her fanny and cunt pressing back against her panties as her skirt hiked up. He debated with himself, and finally his arousal was such that he called her into his office.

"Would you get the Yokum file for me, Amy?" he asked, and she nodded with her cheerful, girlish smile.

She moved to the file, and opened the bottom drawer. She had not forgotten doing this two days before, and she had hoped it would happen again. The skirt that he watched pull up from the backs of her thighs was shorter than the previous one. His breathing deepened as he watched the hem approach the juncture of her thighs, and he wondered what color her panties were today. He blinked. She had been prepared, and thus there were no panties beneath the skirt.

She smiled to herself as she leaned farther forward from her knees. The full domes of her ass cheeks were tightened by her posture, and their deep cleavage widened. Golden down showed there, and his eyes followed it down to the plump mound of her cunny, which was frothed in downy curls the color of honey. His cock throbbed deeply. She leaned further forward, and she let her knees slide farther apart. Her slit opened, and he could see the wet pinkness inside.

"I can't seem to find it," she said softly, and turned herself over with the skirt still up, and her thighs open. "Would you like to look?" she asked with a seductive smile.

His phone began to ring, but he continued staring at her full mound and the bright dampness of her opened furrow and the undercurves of her rounded ass cheeks. He blinked, and looked over at the phone that had finally broken his trance. He tried to ignore it as he looked back at the girl, but finally lifted the receiver just so that he could stop its ringing.

"Ben?" he heard Carla's voice ask. "Come early for your appointment," she told him.

"Wh-what?" he stammered. "When?"

"Now," she said with finality, "or we'll wait till next week. Say you're sick if you have to, but leave now," she finished, and the line went dead.

He looked from the receiver to Amy's juicy cleave, and felt torn. He told himself that he was being foolish if he left Amy like this, but she would be there tomorrow, and he had been able to brush off her passes before. Maybe it was just that Carla was more experienced, he thought, but Amy clearly wanted to give him pleasure while Carla had become more and more dominant. Still, from the sound of her voice, this might be his last time with her if he did not go, and his last chance to ball her. He stood up.

"Amy," he said as he moved around the desk, "there's, uh, been an emergency, and I've got to leave." He went to one knee beside the startled-looking girl. "But," he began, and pressed her hand to the crotch of his slacks so that she could feel how hard she had made him,

"tomorrow… Sorry," he added, and gave her hand a squeeze as he reluctantly stood to leave.

The door closed behind him, and Amy wondered if there had really been an emergency. Even if it was true, she thought, he would have time to again get cold feet, and she would probably find herself working in another office the next morning. She looked mournfully down at her cunny.

"Guess it's just you 'n' me again," she sighed, and began to finger herself.

The bedroom door being closed while Carla used the phone, Erin had no idea that she had called Ben. Carla returned to the living room, and saw Erin lifting her head. The rope creaked as Erin shifted.

"Clean her up, will you, Carla?" he asked, and she nodded with a smile.

Erin watched Carla as the woman knelt before her, and she realized what she was going to do. She wanted to protest. It did not seem right for Carla to tongue bathe her, but something she should do for Carla. She did not even consider that it was his sister licking his thick come from her loins and thighs, and then from her slit.

"Make no sounds," he said, and Erin glanced toward him.

He sat relaxed in a heavily padded chair and took a swallow of his wine. He was not looking at them, and Erin saw his prod resting atop one of his thighs. Carla's tongue snaked up into her, and she started to groan with pleasure, but suddenly remembered his order. She pressed her teeth together. Carla's lips shifted and nuzzled against her cunt lips, and she fought back a moan. The woman's tongue flicked at her clit and swirled around the burning pearl. Her hands bunched into fists above the bracelets as she strained to obey. Carla's hands caressed the outsides of her thighs, and her breasts brushed against the fronts.

Erin's eyes were squinted shut. Carla scooped her tongue deep within Erin as she searched out his spendings, and the bridge of her nose flicked back and forth against her clit. Losing control, Erin murmured with pleasure.

"Take her down, Carla," he said, and Erin's eyes opened wide as she realized what she had done.

Carla stood, and moved past her. Erin wanted to plead with him, but she feared angering him. Carla pulled the end of the rope loose of the couch leg, and it whipped through the hook as Erin's weight pulled. She almost cried out with surprise as she dropped to the floor, and the rope dropped down atop her.

"What happens when one disobeys?" he asked offhandedly.

"They-they're punished?" Erin asked in a quavering voice, and Carla gripped the rope just above the links of the cuffs to pull her toward him.