Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

His hands tightened in her hair, his face flushed, his features strained. His come pounded for release. Her suckling mouth pulled up along his shaft, and dropped back down to tug upward again. His heart beat like a trip hammer. Her head bobbed up and down upon the spire of his erect flesh. His breath caught. Her tongue flashed up and down his dorsal vein. He twisted from the waist, his face lined with the intensity of his arousal. Her thumbs raced over his tremoring balls, her joined fingertips kneading his root. He inhaled in a ragged groan, his elbows pressing in against his sides as he rose up from the waist.

His come broke free of his nuts.

Her mouth closed tightly around his spasming rod, and she sucked hungrily at him. His spend raced through him, the throbbing merging with the pounding of his blood that filled his brain. He shook against her, and his juices blasted through his length' flarings of exquisite heat going through his shaking body. His spunk erupted from his head, hosing against her throat, and she swallowed quickly to keep up with his torrential outpouring. His mouth widened as his ecstasies mounted to a fever pitch, his climax consuming him, mind and body fused as his cock jerked within Carla's mouth. His come slacked off, and she began to suck at him again, drawing every last drop of his pearly juices from him. Satiation flooding him, he exhaled deeply, dropping back to the couch, a blissful smile on his face.

Carla drew her lips up his softening shaft, and his knob came free of her mouth. Her eyes lidded, she looked up toward his expression of contentment and smiled, licking a drop of his come from her lower lip.

Groggily, Ben wondered how Erin was doing with letting her inhibitions down. The idea that Jack could be having much success yet seemed so unlikely that he did not even consider what form her treatment might be taking.

Having finished undressing, Jack had opened Erin's skirt while she basked in the afterglow of her climax, and had removed it. He slipped the buttons of her blouse free of their eyelets without bothering to open the garment, and he smiled with pleasure at her flushed face and her expression of satisfaction.

Momentarily spent, Erin's eyes remained closed, and she smiled blissfully, only partially aware that someone was stretching out beside her on the couch. Jack slid his arms around her, and she shifted back against him, feeling secure in his strong arms. Then she remembered where she was and who she was with, her eyes opening wide.

Erin's body tensed, and she looked down at the strong arms that encircled her stomach. He was not hurting her, but she had no doubt that she could not break his hold. Her breathing was quicker, and she dimly became aware of her nakedness and of his hands just above the damp fur of her triangle.

Hesitantly, she turned her head to look back at him, but she was only able to glimpse the side of his head. His hands began to caress her belly, and her mouth opened with alarm.

"Relax," he told her firmly in a near whisper, and she realized that she did not know what she wanted to say. "Keep listening to the music."

She swallowed hard. His hands continued to move over her firm belly and began to glide down with its smooth curve into her abdomen. She tried to gather her thoughts, but they were confused, and the ecstasies his mouthings had produced were being rekindled by his hands. Somehow, it was easier to concentrate on the music than to try thinking clearly.

His fingertips began to move into the rusty curlings of her bush, and electric tremorings of pleasure spread outward from her tremoring cunny.

"Feel the way the heat is increasing inside your cunt," he instructed, and she found herself nodding.

Her thoughts were blurred, and her awareness of his still erect cock pressed against her fanny was hazy. She knew it was there, and was aware of its immense length and girth, but she was unable to connect the awareness to her other thoughts. Her clit was pulsing deeply, and she shifted back against him.

"Take notice of the sensitivity of your labia," he said with a doctoral matter-of-factness, and his fingertips touched knowingly along the hypersensitive lips.

A murmur of pleasure escaped her, and her eyes closed to the flarings of joy that swarmed up and down her slit. He stroked her furrow with slow sweepings, and her juices gleamed from his fingertips. She shivered with the mounting sensations filling her nook. The pulsings of her pearl and the rhythm of the music became one to her, the last of her defenses falling before the surges of orgasmic energy his expert touch was creating "Feel how the cunt salivates to provide lubrication," he instructed as he slid his fingers into the wet pudding of her snatch.

She gasped as his fingers flowed within her cleave, stroking her mound, her lips, and her pink interior. Touching all but her blazing clit, his experienced hands drew forth an orgasm, and she shook against him. Her heart pounded, and her mind spun with ecstasy.

He shifted lower on the couch, but she was unaware of it. His cock moved down below her ass and against the backs of her thighs. The bulbous knob pressed forcibly, and her weakened legs parted.

His right hand continued to stroke her cunny, and the left moved down to grip his cock. His fingers covered with her rich juices, he transferred them to his rod.

"I'm sure you've become aware of a certain yearning for a release from the increasing sensations," he said as he moved to align his cock with her slit.

She nodded. The blood was pounding in her ears, and she felt as if she were sweltering with a fever. He arched his hips as he spread his fingers to open her slit, and his knob pressed between her lips. She groaned. All of her repressions were lost in the fury of her desires, and her hips arched to quicken his entry.

"Feel how the partial filling of the furrow creates a partial sense of relief," he said casually and she gave a little whimpering sound as he kept only his head within her.

His fingers continued to avoid her clit as he stroked her lips, and he shifted the plump head of his cock within her slit. She bit at her lower lip, and her body shifted from side to side. She moistened her lips.

"Now, pay attention to how the gradual entrance changes the form your response takes," he told her.

She moaned as she waited for him to thrust up into her clutching snatch, but he did not move for several moments. Then, he began to slide ever so slowly into her. Her breath caught as his thick shaft eased upward by fractions of an inch. She was no longer aware of where she was, or who she was with. Her entire being was in the grip of her desires.

She tightened her cunny around him as tightly as she could, his bulk such that there was not much room between her cunt's relaxed state and its tightened state. His big cock's head rode up into her channel, and his trunk continued to slowly glide in between her lips.

His left hand moved up to the peaked dome of one of her tits, and he caressed it with her juices. She arched her body forward to crush her breast against his hand, an orgasm flaming through her as he continued moving his prod up into her. His damp hand slid over her tit, and she squirmed her rounded ass back against his abdomen. Then, he was fully within her, and she tightened her snatch around his glutting length.

"Now that you are filled you will have realized the range of feelings from emptiness to this stage," he observed. "Thus, we can proceed to yet another area for you to take note of," he said, and began to draw his prick from her.

She gasped, her eyes opening wide, and she looked down helplessly. She realized that he was going to take his cock out, that the ecstatic pleasures the cock provided were about to end.

"No," she blurted out without realizing she had spoken, and she tightened her vaginal muscles as much as she could.