Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

"Very well," he said with a shrug, and began to thrust back up into her. "I suppose we can study the effects of alternating motion," he added as his head pressed against her cervix, and then he began to pull back out.

Erin shook against him, and her head went back against his shoulder as orgasms expanded within her recesses. His tool rose and fell within her, and she groaned with raptures.

"An advantage of this particular arrangement of the bodies is that the clitoris is easily given access to," he said, and his fingers circled the flaming bolt of her clit.

Her mouth opened wide, and her breath caught. His fingers gradually moved in against one another to encircle her throbbing pearl. Her depths quaked with expectation. He pressed the hood away, and his fingertips danced over her clit. She cried out, her body jumping, and a string of orgasms rocketed through her. Her flesh felt afire. Her mind spun in a maelstrom of carnal joy.

"As well, the positions may be easily changed," he said, and she was only vaguely aware that he was speaking.

Holding her clit and her breast, he leaned back and rolled her over atop him. She moaned as his rod shifted within her, and he began to thrust again. She twisted and stretched atop his strong body, and she reached back to grip his hips and the outsides of his ass. The earth itself seemed to be rising and falling beneath her and to be pistoning within her cunt. His knowing stroking of her clit and his caressing of her breasts seemed to be at one with the movement of his bone.

"And another variation," he said, and sat forward, his body raising her from the waist.

She slid her calves back alongside her thighs and bounced upon the saddle of his hips, the pommel of his sex continuing to rise and fall.

His hands moved to her hips as he shifted his legs, and he raised her up onto her knees as he rose to his.

Kneeling behind her, he began to quicken the pace of his thrusts.

Dizzy, she leaned forward and dropped her weight onto her arms. On all fours before him, she gripped the black leather of the couch with her hands and her knees twisted against it. Her hands were at the end of the couch. His hips thrust against her full ass cheeks. Her palms damp, her hands began to slip off. His cock thrust high within her, and his hands moved from her hips to her slit. Her hands slipped from the couch, and she gasped. With a rush of adrenaline, she looked down as she grabbed out at the carpet to break her fall, and his fingers were swirling over her clit. She screamed, and her face rose high. Her body jumped with seizures of intense pleasure. Her arms were held straight to support her, and her body rose back and up toward him. He continued moving in and out of her drenched cunny with a steady rhythm.

Her head dropped, and her bright hair fell around her face, and against the carpet. She ground her fanny back against him, and twisted her clit against his fingers. The blood was rushing to her head, and her arms were trying to go out from under her. She could not concentrate on any thought. The overpowering drive of her quickening orgasms was consuming her.

His enormous cock rose and fell, rose and fell within her gulping snatch. The expansions and contractions of her orgasms were overlapping. Her clit was pulsing faster and faster. Her forearms dropped to the carpet, and her breasts pressed back against the grained leather of the couch. Her fingers clawed at the carpet. The orgasms came faster and faster, and closer and closer. He continued to move at the same controlled pace. She pressed her face to the carpet, and her mouth opened against it.

Her body tensed, and her muscles twitched beneath her flushed skin. The fevered pitch of her clit's pulsings rose swiftly. All her pleasures focused in on the blazing pearl. His cock continued its expert movements as his fingers burnished.

"Now, you are experiencing your climax," he said, and his voice was a bit tight from his exertion.

Her throat was constricted, and so her scream was silent as her culmination broke free. All the tensions of her body dissolved, and bliss blossomed out through it, and through her mind.

"And this is a shared climax," he said, and his prod bucked within the broiling oven of her spasming cunt.

Her eyes opened wide, and she came again as she felt his prod hosing his come up into her depths. She writhed as he gripped her hips, and kept thrusting his prod even as it was gushing his spend up inside her.

She gasped breathlessly with the crescendo of her passions.

Her body went limp, and her forearms slid forward and out from under her till her arms were stretched out before her, and her tits were pushed forward against the texture of the carpet. Time and space were blurred for her. Groggy, she was partially aware of his cock's last spurtings of his juices.

He opened his hands from her hips, and gravity dropped her from him and off of his tool. The end of the couch pressed against the center of her thighs, and her body curved down toward the floor from the upward thrust of her fanny. His come seeped from her slit, and curled through her muff toward her belly.

He stood up from the couch and moved across the office to mix himself a drink. Satiation clouding her brain, she watched his lithe body move to the bar. There seemed to be something she should be thinking, some way she should be reacting, but she could not think. She was not sure at that moment where she was, nor who he was, but she did not care. She did know that she felt totally spent, and satisfied.

While Ben recovered from his climax, Carla looked through the list of the sexual activities he had expressed interest in. Ben sat before her desk silently. He was uncertain what to say or do, and what his involvement in the therapy would be.

"Yes, I think we can take care of this," she nodded, and stood up to move around before him.

He looked up at her gypsy-like face and at the thrust of her big breasts against her shirt-dress. His mouth felt dry.

"Unbutton my dress from the waist down, Mr. Harvey," she said, and he blinked with surprise.

Her expression did not change, and he looked into her lidded eyes for a moment before looking back down before his face. He raised his hands, and began to open the buttons of the shirt-dress. As he continued downward, he had to lean forward, and the top of his head bumped against her loins. His face felt hot, and he realized that he could inhale the fragrant scent of her cunny. His cock was still outside his trousers, and it began to stiffen, and to lift from the seat of the chair.

He straightened, and wished that he had unbuttoned upwards as the skirt of the dress hung so that the view of her thighs, and her loins was still blocked.

"Now, we can-" she began as she turned away from him, but she paused, and moved to take a jar from her desk. "Here, you'll need to use this," she said, and handed him the jar.

Still seated, he looked down of the lubricant. She stood watching him, and he felt self-conscious as he dipped his fingertips into the jelly.

He could feel her watching as he stroked his erect tool, and he quickly lubricated it.

"Here you are," she said, and he looked up to see her offering him a tissue.

Businesslike, she returned the jar to her desk as he wiped his hand, and then she moved toward one of the windows. Standing, he watched as she reached around in front of her to catch each side of her dress's skirt. She pulled the fabric back around, and he saw her full hips bared and the rich globes of her ass. She took the skirt in one hand to hold it to the side of her fanny's inviting cleavage, and he had a clear view of it and her statuesque legs.

"We'll now investigate anal entry," she said back over her shoulder,

"and find out how much it is to your liking in reality."

Not knowing what to say, he moved toward her. His prick thrust out before him, he moved it closer and closer to her ass as she leaned toward the window. She placed her free hand on the window sill, and he could not be sure if she was watching his reflection in the glass, or was looking out at the view. He wished he had seen her cunt and her breasts, but this did nothing to lessen the arousal he felt.