Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

Carla's face lifted as her arousal reached a stunning peak, and she staggered back a step, her clit slipping free of the woman's lips, her tits pulling loose of his hands. Her mind reeling, she saw her juices gleaming from the woman's open-mouthed face, and she turned to sit back against the desk before her legs could go out from under her. She gripped the edge of the desk that indented her full globed ass, her tits rising and falling as she gasped to catch her breath.

Jack squeezed the woman's breasts against her chest, pulling her back to him, the softness of her hair flowing against his cheek as the black leather of her garment pressed against his chest and stomach. She moaned with carnal delight as he thrust up, dropping one hand to the arm of the chair. She swayed as he pushed them both toward their feet, his cock jerking within her ass, his balls slipping free of her hands.

To balance herself, she reached back to clutch his firm hips, her hands moved with her secretions. She came with a sobbing gasp, lava like heat erupting through her.

The silver ring shifting around the base of his thick trunk, he moved the woman forward and to the side, turning them both to face Carla, who looked at them with a dazed smile.

Carla leaned back, sliding her ass cheeks onto the desk. She stretched out, her thighs spreading wide as she pressed the soles of her feet out against the edge of the desk, and her clit shoved up from the wet blossom of her spread cunny. Jack gripped the woman's hips, and she leaned forward from the waist to lower her mouth to the juicy bowl of Carla's sex, her fanny thrusting back against his loins.

He pulled his hips hack, his cock sliding partially free of the woman's tight sheath, and then he thrust back in. She gasped into Carla's nook, her tongue and lips finding the tapering node, her hands and arms stretching out so that she could caress Carla's tits. She sucked at Carla's clit again, her mind spinning faster, and faster, orgasms rocketing through her as he churned and thrust his bone within her backside, his hold on her hips keeping her on her feet.

His face tightened, his come crashing against the barriers, his muscles tightening, the blood pounding in his ears. The throbbing quickened within his cock, echoing throughout him. He clenched his teeth, his shoulders bunching. Spreading his feet wide and bracing them, he leaned forward, one hand moving to the woman's cunt while the other clutched one of her tits.

The woman gasped against the maddening pulse of Carla's clit as he rubbed hers with his joined fingertips. She swallowed, Carla's delicious taste saturating her taste buds, her nostrils filled with her scent. Carla twisted upon the desk, her body arching up as the woman's hands moved over her big tits, as her lips suckled her clit. Carla dropped one foot from the desk and stretched her leg out under the woman to press her toes beneath her brother's fingers, slipping them into the sopping wet furrow of the woman's clutching box.

He groaned tightly, his face lifting, and his lungs ached, his breath catching. The blood roared in his head, his heart pounding. His flesh burned with an enraptured fever. His come blasted loose. He inhaled in a gasp, his mind flashing with joy as he came, his cock jerking within the woman's ass. His hands moved back to her hips, and he leaned back from the waist, his body shaking.

The woman cried out as his big tool jumped within her fanny, and his gizzum was gushing up into her bowels, flooding her. Her clit blazed, her snatch gripping Carla's toes. Her hands tightened around his sister's breasts as she sucked and licked wildly at Carla's clit, her orgasms blurring together.

The air rushed from his lungs as his climax reached its crescendo, ecstasy overwhelming his mind and body. Carla's mouth opened wide, a strangled cry pulling from her throat as she came to the woman's voracious mouthings, her clit seeming to flare into pure energy within her mouth. The woman's knees buckled, and her hips slipped from his hands, her body shaking with her satiation.

Carla's legs dropped limply from the side of the desk, and she lay with her arms thrown wide, a satisfied smile on her face. As the woman sank weakly toward the floor, Jack's cock slid from her fanny and through the silver ring. Still jerking, his rod spurted out the last of his spunk over her fanny as she dropped to her knees. He turned, reeling, and dropped back into his chair, spent.

After a time, the sound of their breathing quieted, and they began to regain their senses. He looked toward the woman who knelt between him and his sister, awaiting their orders.

"Go get something to clean us up," he told her, and she stood quickly, and left the office.

"Think our new client'll be as attractive?" Carla asked with a lascivious smile.

"If not, we can always recommend they look elsewhere for help," he smiled with a shrug as the woman returned with a bowl of water, a wash cloth, and a towel. "You'd better be quick," he said as she knelt between his thighs, "your husband'll be here for you soon."

"I-I've passed my tests?" the woman asked with a hesitant smile, looking at him, eager for his approval.

"With flying colors, wouldn't you say, Carla?"

"I only hope our next case is as satisfying," Carla nodded, sitting up as the woman began to wash Jack with the cloth, and then with her tongue. "Of course, it might be necessary for you to check back periodically so that we can make sure you're not regressing."

"Can I really?" the woman asked with hopeful delight as she moved to tongue-bathe Carla.

"Only if it remains a secret among the three of us," Jack said, his voice firm. "Not that I'd think your husband would be in a position to protest too strongly, considering the benefits he'll be receiving via the changes in you," he added.

"It'll be a secret from everyone," the woman promised earnestly, and began to lick Carla's dark plume clean of her juices.

Jack looked at his come gleaming from the woman's ass cheeks, and he smiled thoughtfully, wondering what sort of clients Erin and Ben Harvey would be. His cock stiffened in anticipation.

Erin felt nervous about going to see someone about her sexual repression, but she had agreed with Ben and found the idea of one of the Romes being a woman helpful, the fact that they were brother and sister an additional assurance. Meeting Jack and Carla, Erin was a bit startled by their youth, yet pleased, feeling it would be even easier to relate her problems to Carla.

Introductions taken care of, Jack led them into his office, and he and Carla shared a smile of agreement, both quite pleased by the couple.

"Could I get you two some wine?" Carla asked, her voice warm, and Ben and Erin looked toward her, distracted from Jack as he moved around his desk to sit down, his obvious erection unseen. "We find that it's best to relax as much as possible and make this as conversational as can be," Carla explained.

"Yes, all right," Ben nodded after glancing at Erin.

"Actually, I think Ben's pretty much described the situation," Jack said, leaning back. "Did he tell you what he told me, Erin?" he asked, looking into Erin's dark blue eyes.

"Uh, yes," she nodded, blushing lightly.

"Your wine," Carla said, and Erin looked up to her side, distracted from her embarrassment.

"Thanks," Erin nodded, and Ben took his glass too.

"Our method depends on several things," Carla said, moving around to the side of the desk, her jersey shirt-dress molding to her curvaceous body. "We'll need your trust, and for you both to keep in mind that our shared goal is for you both to have a happier, more satisfying love life."

"How do we start?" Ben asked, sipping his wine.

"I think that we can begin right now, if you wish, or we can move at a slow pace."