Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

He inhaled deeply her fragrant scent and moved his tongue into her juicy cleave. She shifted, murmuring with arousal as he pressed his tongue deep, drawing it over the quivering softness of her hive. He moved his hand down from the hip toward the inside of the couch and eased her leg outward, opening her thighs. His mouth pressed into her furrow, his lips moving as his tongue stretched and curled, his palate soaked with her delicious taste.

She gripped the arm and seat of the couch, her body stiffening as orgasms blossomed within her underbelly, peals of ecstasy rolling out through her. The mouth moved without hurry, knowingly gentle, and her clit throbbed faster and faster until it flashed joyously. The lips soothed her pearl, and the tongue washed over it like a lapping wave that moved with a steady rhythm until it seemed to crystalize with a meteoric rush of heat, her body sweltering with a carnal fever.

His own head was clouded with arousal, his big cock thrusting against his pants leg. One hand caressing her thigh and hip, his other hand opened his shirt and pants and removed his shoes and socks. He pushed his slacks down and slipped his legs from them, his hand then rising to hers upon the arm of the couch.

Their breathing ragged, her thoughts were scattered within the vortex of her mind, her pleasure overwhelming her. The hand caressed hers, moving over its back, its fingers, and palm. She squeezed the hand tightly, coming again as the tongue pressed against her clit, pivoting off it as it turned. The hand moved down, and hers followed until warm flesh touched hers, thick curlings of hair touching the heel of her hand. She was groaning breathlessly again, the tongue moving faster, her clit throbbing faster. Rapture blazed through her, the hand slipping from hers just as she began to squeeze it, and her fingers closed around a thick column of malleably hard flesh.

Somewhere in the spinning of her brain, she knew that it was a cock she held. She gripped it tightly, her hand filled with the huge prick, its throbbing heat penetrating her flesh's own heat, and seeming to merge fierily with it. Her hips twisted against the couch, her cunny spasming around his burrowing face as his lips tightened and loosened around the base of her clit, sucking as he continued to pivot his tongue.

His breathing was strained, his stomach tightening as she yanked his flesh up and down around the turgid meat of his prod, racing the vibrating waves of pleasure moving throughout him. Her hand tightened as she came again, and her other hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers curling in his hair. She cried out, rising from the waist until only the crown of her head touched the back of the couch,,her ass squirming against the black leather as the raging oven of her snatch seemed to explode around his mouthings. Her toes curled back tightly against the pads of her feet, her body shaking, and her cry faded as her lungs emptied. The contractions and expansions of her depths merged, and she collapsed, physically fatigued by her ecstasies, her flesh buzzing, her mind floating in blissful contentment.

Slowly, he eased his movements, and raised his face. His eyes lidded with arousal, he smiled as her hand continued to stroke his tool, though moving slower now, her grip lightened. Pleased by her receptiveness, he decided that she was ready for the second stage of her treatment.

In Carla's office, Ben had sat on an identical couch, Carla sitting in a chair beside the couch, facing him. She had asked him to list sexual activities he wanted to engage in or was simply curious about, and asked him to relate his sexual history, interrupting him from time to time to have him give detailed accounts of some scenes. As he remembered balling various women before marriage, describing the women, the actions, and his sensations in detail, he became more and more aroused. His cock lifted the crotch of his pants, and he felt momentarily self-conscious, but Carla seemed unperturbed.

"Let me see, now," Carla said, glancing at what she had written down.

"You want Erin to give you head. Do you want her to swallow your come too?"

"Yeah, if she could, I guess," he nodded, watching her uncross her statuesque legs, the jersey shirt-dress riding high, and he saw that she wore no panties, her plumed cunt revealed to his eyes for a moment.

"All right, since it's been several years since anyone went down on you, I think we should reacquaint you with the reality," she said, putting her pen, and the forms on the floor beside her chair. "That way, your desires won't be abstract, and you'll know exactly what you want," she said, leaning forward to open his trousers, Ben staring at her with surprise. "Also, it'll allow us to relate your actions with those you wish of her," she added, his hardened prick jutting up as she lowered his pants, and she looked at his thick length with approving pleasure. "Is there any particular position you desire? Standing over her, kneeling over her head, or simply lying on your back?"

"Uh…" he murmured, trying to think past the thundering throb of his rod. "This is, uh, fine," he said, still amazed by what was happening.

"All right," she smiled and she moved to the couch, stretching out between his legs after removing his shoes.

Her lustrous hair spilled over his abdomen and hips, her mouth almost touching the lips of his raised knob as she caressed his thighs. His breathing deepened, and he lay back as she pursed her lips to blow a current of air slowly over his head. Inhaling, she stretched out her tongue and slid the flat of the pink blade around the hypersensitive bulb of his flesh. His mouth opened as his eyes closed to the delicious waves of heat running through his tool, and into the rest of his body.

Her soft tongue slipped from his head, and she again blew air over it, but the flesh was now damp, her breath cooling his knob. The contrast of the coolness with the mounting warmth of his bone sent a shiver of pleasure up his spine, the throbbing deepening. Her hands moved upward, spreading over the insides of his hips, and her thumbs moved over the top of his sac.

Her lips met his knob and she kissed it, her mouth gradually blossoming to suck at him, her tongue again moving over his lips. He groaned softly as he exhaled, his hands moving down to cup her head, her hair like silk against his palms. Her fingers slid between his thighs and balls, and the edges of her hands joined beneath his scrotum. His head pushed back as she shifted his swollen nuts between her palms, her thumbs gliding over them.

Her lips moved under the rim of his head and closed tightly around the top of his shaft, her tongue licking at the cleft of his knob. His thoughts blurred as his mind spun with pleasure, his flesh hot with static electricity. Her lips nuzzled downward around his engorged trunk, stroking him as the tip of her tongue moved against his dorsal vein. His breathing quickened, his shoulders shifting against the lowered couch back his heels pushing against the extended seat.

She spun her tongue around his head and upper shaft, her lips continuing to move downward, and she tightened her mouth around him, sucking at him. He moaned, his back arching as the roof of her mouth, the insides of her cheeks, and her tongue closed around him, pulling against his glutted meat. Her hands rolled his balls together, his gizzum broiling within them.

He pressed his legs in alongside her, his calves gripping her full hips, and against the insides of his thighs he felt her big breasts, naked beneath her shirtdress. She released the hold of her mouth, and took more of his cock in, suddenly tightening around him again. She pulled her head up, the grip of her sucking mouth tugging along his shaft till she reached his head. He gasped, the throbbing quickening.

Her mouth opened and moved lower than before, then again pulled tightly upward. Her mouth opened and closed, rising and falling faster each time, her lips moving further and further down his quaking column.