Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

She spread her feet wide, and her legs formed a pyramid with its peak at her ass. He could just see the base of her cunt and its ebony plume.

Above that was the widened cleave of her fanny, and he could just see the bud of her anus. "I've relaxed my muscles, so you can enter however you wish," she said, and the sultry tone of her voice was at odds with the medical professionalism of her phrasing.

He reached out, and moved his palms over her dusky gold flesh. She gave no reaction as he caressed the lust orbs of her buttocks. His breathing had deepened, and he could feel his heart pounding. He moved closer to her, and his head pressed against the pink pursing of her anus.

Arching his hips, he sank the top of his shaft into her ass, and his eyes lidded at the warm waves of pleasure that rose up through his rod.

Abruptly, he thought of Erin, and of his resisting the temptation his teenage secretary presented. But he reminded himself that they were with the Romes to improve their own sexual relations, and that Erin was now with Jack. If only to quickly avoid the latter thought, he pressed his length fully up into her rectum.

His loins against the silky flesh of her tush, he stood still for several moments and just felt the heat surrounding his throbbing tool.

Gradually, he began to draw himself from her, and he looked down at her long legs. She wore black leather boots that reached up almost to her knees, and from there to her waist she was naked. Then her ass tightened around him, and his lips parted.

With stunning expertise, she began to loosen and contract her rectum about his cock. He groaned with pleasure as she stroked the sheath of his flesh around the engorged meat of his trunk, and he realized that she was tugging him back up into her. He arched his hips back toward her, and his hands tightened around her hips.

"The muscles of the rectum are like any others," she informed him as she continued pulling him back into the roiling heat of her ass. "One can learn to use them if one wishes, just as one can learn to control the throat, the vaginal muscles, and the muscles of the loins."

His head spun with rapturous excitement, and he began to rock his hips from side to side. Reversing the rhythm of her ass, she began to force his tool back out. His prod was throbbing deeply, and the heat spread out through his body. His balls felt swollen with his come.

She began to move her hips in counter-rhythm to his, and he gritted his teeth at the increase of the pulsings. Their movements swiveled his shaft from side to side, and her grippings pushed it down through the turnings. Vertigo crept through his brain, and he closed his eyes in an effort to control his equilibrium. She began to pull his cock back up into her, but faster this time.

"If you want to come, let me know," she said as she began to work his sex back down.

His flesh was burning, and his whole body seemed to radiate with the heat she was filling him with. He could not even tell if his prick was still hard any longer. Her knowing massaging of his bone seemed to be making him totally flexible. He felt her soft ass cheeks against his glutted balls.

He felt as if he were going mad with arousal. Her movements continued to quicken, and his cock slid in and out, and his balls slapped against her fanny. It was as if she were clutching him to keep him from spending and was pulling his spend from him at the same time. It felt as if his nuts were being expanded like balloons, more and more of his come being brewed in answer to her ass's demands. Yet, he did not come, and the arousal continued to mount. His face was contorted, his eyes screwed shut to the flashes of light behind his eyelids, and his mouth widened with a strangled cry.

She continued her rectal stroking, but otherwise she stood as before.

Leaning forward from the waist, her right hand rested easily against the window sill. He was panting, and sweat gleamed from his forehead.

"Now," he gasped, unable to endure the extremes of ecstasy any longer.

The play of her ass changed, and it was as if a dam had been opened.

His come blasted from his balls. His fingers indented her hips and her ass. His legs unsteady, his knees were trying to buckle. His spend blasted through the bucking length of his cock and showered up into her bowels. All thoughts dissolved as his climax raged through him and buoyed him high. A buzzing filled his ears and his breath caught.

He shuddered against her ass, and his bone continued to jump within the flexing grip of her fanny. The air broke from his lungs, and he sagged against her. Gasping, he found he could not gather his thoughts, and he surrendered to the exquisite raptures engulfing him.

His knees went out from under him, and his feet began to slide back.

She totally relaxed her ass, and his cock popped free. He dropped to his knees behind her, and his hands dropped to the carpet. His head still swimming, he leaned forward against her and rested his forehead against the luxurious pillows of her ass cheeks.

She straightened, and his tool spurted the last of his come out between her feet.

"Did you find the reality equal to the fantasy, Mr. Harvey?" she asked as he sat back against his heels, and she let her dress fall back into place.

She turned around, and he looked up through glazed eyes to see that the dress was again covering her. He tilted his head back, and saw her looking down at him coolly. Unruffled, she waited for his reply.

"Yeah," was all he could manage, and he nodded groggily.

"That's good," she said, and moved past him. "We wouldn't want your fantasies to be damaged by our examination, would we?"

That night, Ben stretched out beneath the-covers and watched Erin come from the bathroom. The light behind her outlined her body against the thin nightgown she wore, the bedroom light out. She slid into bed beside him, and they embraced to kiss. Their tongues stroked; and flowed back and forth between their joined mouths. Her hands gripped his sides, and he raised her nightgown up around her hips.

"How'd you feel about today?" he asked softly.

"Oh, it was… interesting, I guess," she murmured, and lowered her face to watch her hand rubbing his chest.

"Find out anything interesting?" he asked as he brushed her hair back from her face.

"They said that, you know, we shouldn't talk about… about things at this stage," she said nervously.

"Yeah. Yeah, guess you're right," he nodded, and tried to force his curiosity back. "I just wanted to make sure that… that it's still okay with you."

"Yeah, if I can-if we can have more fun together," she said, and he kissed her face.

With relief, she embraced him tightly, and their mouths joined again.

Their tongues moved more forcibly, and he encased one of her ripe tits in his hand. He felt a sense of jealousy at the idea that she and Jack had been alone doing things that he knew nothing of, but the jealousy conflicted with his thoughts of being with Carla. Telling himself that he certainly did not want to risk inducing any guilt feelings in Erin, and thus risk canceling out the whole purpose of their seeing the Romes, he pushed his doubts aside. He pressed his tongue deeper into her mouth, and raised the nightgown up around her waist.

She felt his hardened cock against her thigh, and she relaxed a little.

She had been afraid that he would want to know what she and Jack had done, and she had not been able even to think about it yet. And as she thought of Jack, and as Ben's cock rubbed stiffly against her thigh, she thought again of Jack's huge member. Her hands tightened against Ben's buttocks as she remembered looking down to see Jack's bulbous knob moving up from between her legs and into her snatch.

He caressed her thighs and fanny as she twisted her self against his prod, and he smiled with pleasure at her passion. Her hands gripped his ass, and she pulled her tits back and forth against his chest. He murmured with pleasure, his tool throbbing.