Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

Ben Harvey was stretched out on the king-sized bed, his arms and legs thrown wide. After a hard day's work' he had fallen asleep, though intending only to close his eyes for a moment. His eyes shifted now as the bathroom shower was turned off, and he looked up at the ceiling, still half asleep.

"Dinner'll be ready soon," he heard his wife say, and he turned his head to see Erin standing by the bathroom door.

Beads of water clung to the peaked domes of her wide-based breasts, and hazed the soft curlings of her muff. She unwrapped a towel from around her head, and bright red hair spilled around her face, down past her shoulder blades.

His cock stiffened against the crotch of his slacks, the only clothing he wore. He inhaled deeply, warming at the sight of her damp body's lushness, the light from the bathroom gleaming from her flesh, and from her hair. He pushed up onto one elbow, turning onto his side to stretch his hand out toward her, a grin on his face.

"Your meat'll get overcooked," she said with a shy smile, and moved toward the bed, the towel slipping from her one hand as the other lifted toward his.

"I certainly hope so," he replied, his grin widening, and he sat up as he took her hand.

Erin slid her knee onto the bed, and he rose up toward her, their arms going around one another. Their mouths joined, and her soft lips parted to the press of his tongue, her breasts pressing against the hardness of his chest.

He moved his hands down her back, spreading them over the fullness of her rounded ass cheeks. Her hands squeezed against his back as she moved her tongue over his, following it back into his mouth, and she moved her hands down to the waistband of his slacks. She murmured with pleasure as he kneaded her fanny, pressing his fingertips down toward the base of its deep cleavage.

His cock was throbbing with arousal, her damp tits sliding against his flesh, her tapering nipples rubbing back and forth. He could feel the heat radiating from her cunt against his fingertips. She slid her hands around his waist and between the two of them, her fingers slipping his belt free of its buckle. Turning his chest against her breasts, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, licking at the roof, her gums, and the insides of her cheeks. His prod was straining impatiently for freedom as she slipped his zipper downward, opening his pants.

Erin pushed the pants from his hips, baring the base of his thick trunk, and she pressed her fingers down between the cloth and his inner thighs to caress his heavy balls and his engorged tool. He inhaled sharply at the contact of her soft fingers, his blood racing. She pressed the backs of her hands out, and down, forcing the pants along his thighs as she held the hard column of his sex against his leg until the trousers were lower than his bulbous head. She slipped her hand to the side, and his prick sprang stiffly up to press against the underarch of her shifting body, the heat of her snatch against the lower half of his shaft.

Erin's mouth widened, her lips pulling back as her tongue thrust forward, a moan pulling from her throat as she felt his thick length pressing up against the base of her box and of her anal cleavage. Her fingernails pulled against his shoulders, her loins squirming against him, their pubic hair meshing.

He moved his lips down the sculpted flow of her neck, his hands moving lower, and he caught the top of his shaft and his knob. He pulled his burning rod upward, shifting his trunk against her, her cunt lips parting against his bulk. He pressed his tongue into the shallow at the side of her neck, groaning lightly as waves of rapturous heat went through him from the slide of his bone within her humid groove.

She groaned with pleasure as he stroked his rod against her juicy cleave, her underbelly tremoring with ecstatic quakings. She twisted the burning of her nipples against him as she moved her hands up to slide her fingers in his hair, her lips at his ear as he tongued the side of her neck.

They leaned to the side, Ben dropping one hand to the bed so that he could ease them down onto their sides. He moved his face lower, kissing down to her breasts, his lips moving over the silky flesh, her chest firmly supple above the rich domes of her tits. She nibbled at his ear as he ran his tongue over the tops of her tits, her arms sliding against his head and shoulders. She pressed one foot between his thighs, and pushed her sole against his lowered pants, forcing them down around his ankles. He pulled one foot loose, and kicked the trousers away, both of them now fully naked as he moved his lips over the petal-like lifts of her aureolas.

She pressed her full, rounded thighs back together around the hard column of his cock, her head lowered so that she could kiss his shoulders, her hands caressing his back and sides. He inhaled with a tight groan as she rolled his shaft between her luscious thighs, and he pulled his lips tight around the tapering lift of her aureola into her nipple, the blush of carnation pink becoming slightly brighter at the tip. She groaned, writhing against him as he sucked at her nipple, his tongue moving over its tip as he raised his hands to cup the full undercurves of her tits.

Their bellies undulated together, Ben moving his lips to her other tit, and she rolled onto her back beneath him. Erin's thighs opened from around his rod, spreading to curl up against his hips, her cunny opening, the light gleaming in the wet pinkness of her nook. Her clit was pulsing deeply, her mind blurring with arousal. She gripped his sides as her head dropped back to the sheets, and she pulled at him, urging him to slide upward, to thrust his big tool into the quivering heat of her spread snatch.

His balls were swollen with his come, and he felt her wet furrow clutching against his abdomen. He spread his mouth wide over her breast, his tongue lapping at her nipple, and he sucked as much of her tit as he could into his mouth before pulling his head back, his lips remaining tight as he maintained the suction. She moaned, her mouth opening wide, and his lips were pulling along the tapering peak of her nipple, drawing it out until it popped free. She trembled against him, an orgasm flowering within her underbelly, rippling out through her.

He pushed upward, lifting his hips, and his bulbous head slipped into the liquid heat of her cunt. She hugged him tightly, their mouths joining again, and her tongue moved wildly within his mouth as she raised her hips, eager to have him within her.

His hands curved to the outsides of her ripe tits, he squeezed them in against one another, and against his chest, rubbing her hardened nipples against his heated flesh as he began to slide into her. The sleek heat of her hive tightened around his knob and upper shaft, her secretions bathing him. The blood roared in his ears. She raised her calves and crossed her ankles atop the small of his back, pulling down as her fanny squirmed upon the sheets.

His belly tight, he eased into her gulping cunt a fraction of an inch at a time, feeling the sensuous caress of her nook move slowly along his throbbing trunk, able to savor the ecstatic quiverings of pleasure going through his cock. She moaned from deep-in her chest, her lips pulling from his as they widened, and moved over his cheek. Her shoulders bunched, her body writhing as she too felt the gradual entrance of his big prod up into her underbelly, feeling him filling her channel with his thickness, feeling his hard bone moving over her lips.

His elbows twisted into the bedding beside her, his balls touching her drenched mound as he moved past the halfway point, down along her slit, and the wet curlings of rusty red. She twisted from the waist against him, coming again as he leaned forward, the top of his shaft pressing up against her pulsing clit.