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BEE-5844-A by Barbara Skinner


CHAPTER ONE

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.

Then, he was fully within her, their pubic hair curled together,
his balls shifting against the center base of her full ass. She
bucked her hips up against his, tightening her cunny around his
glutting prick, feeling is head rubbing against her deep within.
She kissed at his face and neck, breathing raggedly as her body
was engulfed with carnal heat, her mind blurring with her joyous
ascent.

He slid his hands through the softness of her hair, his weight on
his elbows as he began to rotate his hips, churning his pole
within the tightening and loosening of her vaginal muscles, her
wet cleave sliding around the stretched flesh of his trunk.
Electric static clothed his fevered flesh, the throbbing of his
cock now a pounding that echoed through him, his mind filled with
he quickened beat of his heart. He kissed her face, shoving his
chest back and forth over the bright pink of her nipples' tips.

She kissed him back, her face flushed, her heels rubbing down
against the tops of his buttocks, her hands ripping his tightened
shoulders. She groaned again, her orgasms mounting, the sound a
strained rasp as it worked itself free of her constricted throat.
She squirmed and twisted up against him, her clit blazing against
the side to side movement of his shaft, her box quaking around
his now thrusting prod. She had lost all sense of time or place,
her mind spinning faster and faster, her depths contracting and
expanding faster and faster.

His balls were strained with the excitement of his come, wave
after wave of pleasure wearing down the dams. Her cunt tugged
tightly along his shaft, beckoning his spend, urging it to break
free, and it suddenly did. He groaned, his body bowing tensely,
his mind flashing with ecstasy.

She cried out, the spasming of his cock within her feverish cunt,
and against her pearl, escalating her orgasmic rush toward her
own climax. He shook against her, his strained face lifted, and
his gizzum was blasting through him, gushing into his jerking
rod. His groan broke off, his breath catching as he came. She
shook against him, their bodies locked together as his juices
erupted, hosing up into her vibrating recesses.

His lips pulled from his teeth, his face lined as his release
soared toward its culmination, their hips shaking together as the
flow of his come began to slacken. All thoughts were lost in the
wake of their climax, euphoria engulfing them.

Gasping, they went limp in one another's arms, his cock spurting
out the last of his spend. They rolled onto their sides, unable
to gather the energy for movement, much less words.

Gradually, their eyes opened, and they smiled drunkenly at one
another before kissing, the movements of their tongues deep and
slow. His cock slipped from her, still large though now limp, the
mixture of their juices gleaming from it. They caressed one
another, and he moved his fingertips gently over her clit, Erin
moaning softly around his tongue.

His prod beginning to stiffen again, he moved his kisses down
from her breasts, and along her belly as he shifted his body
around. She indented her full lower lip with her teeth as his
lips moved down toward her damp triangle, and her hands tightened
against him, her eyes almost fearful as she looked at his big
cock, his head only a few inches from her face.

"Ben...?" she asked in the beseeching whisper, and he looked up
into her pleading eyes.

He stared into her dark blue eyes for long moments, and then
exhaled deeply with a weary nod. He turned back around, Erin
resting her head on his chest as they stretched out together,
neither of them saying anything. After a time, they cleaned up,
and went in to have dinner, Ben relaxing.

Later, after she had fallen asleep beside him, and the next
morning at work, Ben continued to think about their lovemaking.
It was terrific with Erin, but there was something missing. He
knew that it was not a matter of her not wanting to try other
things, to ball other than in the standard missionary position,
to engage in oral sex, and other activities, but that her heavily
puritanical upbringing had left her with a mental block.

As in the past, Ben felt bad about his dissatisfaction, but it
was not unlike having only the first, or the first two courses of
a three course meal. No matter how delicious the food, nor how
satisfying and filling, there remained the knowledge that there
was one, or two more courses, and that the satisfaction was being
restricted. Ben frowned, feeling uncomfortable with the analogy,
even though he thought of the three course meal as being one he
wanted to feast upon with Erin.

"Mr. Harvey?" a youthful voice caressed, and he blinked clear of
his thoughts to see the high school girl that was working as a
clerical replacement, on vacation. "I need your signature on
this," she said, her big, violet eyes staring into his.

"Uh, yes," he nodded, looking down from the Alice in Wonderland
innocence of her face, her honeyblond hair hanging straight to
her slender waist. "Here you go, Amy," he nodded, and she slowly
turned away.

Aware that the girl, at least, had a crush on him, he watched her
skirt shifting over the full domes of her pert ass. He glanced
down at his slacks, noting his hardened cock's obviousness, and
frowned. He did not want to get involved with a high school
freshman, to cheat on Erin, but the temptation had been there.

He took out his wallet, and withdrew a folded ad that he had run
across and torn out, telling himself that he would throw it away,
that he was simply curious. The ad read:

Inter-personal problems relating to sex?
We specialize in therapy for women.
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Contact J & C ROAM

and a phone number followed.

He and Erin had talked about the possibility of consulting
before, but both wanted to avoid the suggestion of mental
problems that going to either a psychiatrist or to a psychologist
might have presented. There did not seem to be that risk with the
ad, and it had been running regularly for several months, which
suggested that they were not some fly by night outfit, and that
they must be having some success.

It was late in the afternoon before Ben had fully talked himself
into calling, and then he used a phone booth to insure privacy.

"J. and C. Rome," a man's voice answered, strong but easygoing.

"Uh, I saw your ad...?" Ben began, feeling awkward, and uncertain
about what to say. "My name's B-" he started to say.

"Yes, what seems to be the difficulty you're experiencing?" the
man asked, cutting him off. "We'd prefer not to have your name
until such time as you may decide to avail yourself of our
services," the man explained. "That way, if you decide not to
utilize our help, you've retained your privacy."

"Yeah, okay," Ben said, relaxing a little. "Well, you see, my
wife and I have got a really great relationship, and... and
balling's great," he said, feeling able to loosen up since the
man did not know who he was, and could not even see him. "The
problem is that she was raised to think that there's only
straight fucking with the man on top, and no other ways, no... no
sixtynining, or anything else," he finished, out of wind, but
feeling better.

"How does she feel?" the man asked. "Is she repulsed by the idea
of, say, oral sex? Or is it something she is unable to allow
herself to do?"

"Yeah, that," Ben said. "We've talked, and she wants to try other
things, but...."

"Well, this sounds like a rather common, and easily taken care of
problem," the man said thoughtfully.

"You've had luck with this kind of thing before, then?"

"Luck?" the man chuckled. "No, not luck, but success with our
forms of therapy. As a matter of fact, we're completing a program
today with a woman whose problems were not too dissimilar from
your wife's," the man smiled, leaning back in his highbacked,
leather upholstered desk chair.

"Then, uh, could I make an appointment?" Ben asked.

"Yes, certainly. My name is Jack, the J. of J. and C. Rome," he
explained, looking across the comfortable office, his chair
beside his big desk.

"Mine's Ben, Ben Harvey, and my wife's name is Erin," he said,
already wondering if she would agree to try this method.

"Well, why don't we set up an interview for you and Erin. Say,
five-
thirty tomorrow? That should give us time, and allow you to get
here after work," Jack said, staring at the woman he had referred
to earlier.

The woman was a tall brunette, and she was dressed in knee-high,
black leather boots with very high heels. As well, she wore
matching gloves that rose half-way up her upper arms, and a
one-piece outfit that left her big breasts bare, the globes
thrust out through cut-outs in the leather. Sleeveless, the
garment had a high collar that was closed with two silver
buckles. Cut above her hips on the sides, the leather narrowed
toward the juncture of her loins, and separated into slender
straps that pressed between her inner thighs and her cunt,
forcing the lust mound forward. The light gleaming from the
ringlets of her muff, and from the leather, she stared straight
ahead.

As Jack listened to Ben agree to the appointment and tell him
that he would phone if Erin did not choose to come, he motioned
for the woman to approach him. Her tits quivering temptingly, she
obeyed, and he nodded toward his clothes.

"Yes, I understand, Ben," he said into the phone as the woman
began to open his trousers, and slide them off. "You might tell
Erin that C. stands for Carla, my partner and my sister. If she
feels too uncomfortable at the prospect of discussing things with
a man, then Carla will handle her interview," he explained,
shifting to allow the woman to finish undressing him.

"Hey, that's probably a very good idea," Ben said.

"Well, our purpose is to relax tensions and lower barriers," Jack
said, motioning for the woman to turn around.

The leather straps that framed her snatch rejoined just behind
it, the single strap they formed rising up between the firm
globes of her ass cheeks, another strap coming down from the
back. The two straps were looped, and snapped around a wide,
silver ring that held her fanny open and framed the pursing of
her anus.

"Don't worry, Mr. Harvey, I think you'll find that your wife is
capable of much more than either of you would think possible,"
Jack confided, the woman easing down to sit atop his immense
cock, his bulbous knob moving through the silver ring, and up
into her anus.

"Then we'll be seeing you tomorrow," Ben finished.

"We'll be looking forward to meeting you," Jack said, his eyes
lidding as the woman began to slide down his pole, "and Erin."

The woman's expression was ecstatic as his thick length filled
her rectum, her body bowed forward between shoulders and hips,
her booted feet spread. He hung up the phone, after giving Ben
the address, and reached over to flip the intercom on, his head
back against the chair, his eyes closed.

"Yes?" a sultry woman's voice responded.

"Would you like to step into my office, Carla?" he asked, his
voice tight as the woman began to turn her ass, the heat of her
depths shifting against his prod.


CHAPTER TWO

Murmuring with arousal, the woman swiveled upon the spar of
Jack's cock, her bowels roiling with flarings of heat, her
shapely legs accented. Her hands slipped from her knees, and she
cupped them together beneath his large balls, rolling them
together as she lifted them to her splayed snatch.

He reached around her and spread his hands over the thrusts of
her tits as she carefully pressed his nuts into her spread box,
her cupped hands holding them against the damp heat. He tightened
his hands upon her breasts, which thrust forward from the tight
hold of the black leather, the circular cut-outs pressing into
their bases as he rolled them back against her chest.

He groaned with pleasure as her rectum tightened and loosened
around his tool, her fanny shifting from side to side against his
hips and upper thighs. His sac was drenched with her juices, his
balls swelling with his come as she rolled them knowingly, the
heat of her cunt penetrating his scrotum.

Neither of them heard the office door open, and their eyes were
closed as they savored the swirling sensations of arousal going
through them. Thus, they were unaware of Carla's entrance. Her
flesh was tanned a dusky gold and her ebony hair fell to below
her shoulders. She was as beautiful as her brother was handsome,
and her gold-flecked eyes sparked with pleasure as she watched
Jack's lithe, strong body move. She watched his fingers indent
the woman's ripe breasts and then move to their peaks to pinch
the pegs of her nipples.

Unbuttoning her blouse, Carla slipped out of her shoes, and moved
toward the couple, her eyes on the woman's hands as she rubbed
his big nuts into her soaking wet splay. The blouse slipped from
her shoulders and to the carpet as she walked up to stand between
the woman's spread thighs.

Her eyes glazed, the woman looked up at the Gypsy beauty of
Carla's face and the full spheres of her big breasts, the pale
saffron nipples erect. One corner of Carla's sensual mouth pulled
up in a commanding smile. Her hands went to one hip, and a moment
later her skirt was drifting down to the floor. Carla wore only a
pair of beige stockings held up by an ivory colored garter belt.

Arching her body forward off the balls of her feet, Carla thrust
the lust mound of her cunt toward the woman's face, the light
gleaming from the jet plume covering the center third. The woman
leaned her head forward, her lips opening, and Jack opened his
eyes as he felt her tits pressing forward against his hands.

"Come to celebrate our success?" he grinned, shifting his arms to
allow the woman to move her mouth to Carla's snatch, his fingers
still rubbing at her nipples.

"I've come to come," Carla chuckled, and her nostrils flared as
the woman kissed her furrow, her tongue moving over her sleek
plume.

The woman turned her head from side to side, nuzzling her mouth
into Carla's furrow, opening it. Her tongue pressed inward, and
she tasted Carla's rich flavor as she licked deeper. Jack rubbed
her burning nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, his hips
I thrusting up against the plush cushions of her ass, his, huge
prod bobbing within her rectum. She groaned into Carla's cunny,
turning his balls in her own, and rubbing his heavy nuts over the
pulsing of her clit. She moved her mouth higher, and her lips
pushed the hood back from Carla's clit, and the inch-long,
tapering node pressed between her lips.

Carla groaned as the woman closed her lips around the base of her
long clit, her tongue washing over its tip. Enrapturing heat
spiraled through her, her mind fogging as the woman stretched her
neck forward t o suck and lick her apex. She looked to Jack's
passion painted ~
features and leaned forward, her stomach pressing against the
woman's head.

Smiling, he sat forward, raising his mouth to his sister's, and
their tongues flowed together as their lips joined. His prick
throbbed within the tight turnings of the woman's ass, his balls
quaking against her snatch. He moved his hands out from the
woman's tits, stretching her nipples until they popped free, and
lifted his hands to Carla's large breasts.

Carla trembled with her mounting ecstasies, licking at Jack's
tongue as his hands molded to the curves of her breasts to caress
the swollen orbs, the tips of his thumbs rubbing against the nubs
of her nipples. The woman continued to lick and kiss the length
of her clit, her face turning within her furrow. She groaned into
his mouth, her cunt spasming against the woman's face as she
came, her clit flaring with electric flashes of bliss, her body
shaking between them.

Carla's face lifted as her arousal reached a stunning peak, and
she staggered back a step, her clit slipping free of the woman's
lips, her tits pulling loose of his hands. Her mind reeling, she
saw her juices gleaming from the woman's open-mouthed face, and
she turned to sit back against the desk before her legs could go
out from under her. She gripped the edge of the desk that
indented her full globed ass, her tits rising and falling as she
gasped to catch her breath.

Jack squeezed the woman's breasts against her chest, pulling her
back to him, the softness of her hair flowing against his cheek
as the black leather of her garment pressed against his chest and
stomach. She moaned with carnal delight as he thrust up, dropping
one hand to the arm of the chair. She swayed as he pushed them
both toward their feet, his cock jerking within her ass, his
balls slipping free of her hands. To balance herself, she reached
back to clutch his firm hips, her hands moved with her
secretions. She came with a sobbing gasp, lava like heat erupting
through her.

The silver ring shifting around the base of his thick trunk, he
moved the woman forward and to the side, turning them both to
face Carla, who looked at them with a dazed smile.

Carla leaned back, sliding her ass cheeks onto the desk. She
stretched out, her thighs spreading wide as she pressed the soles
of her feet out against the edge of the desk, and her clit shoved
up from the wet blossom of her spread cunny. Jack gripped the
woman's hips, and she leaned forward from the waist to lower her
mouth to the juicy bowl of Carla's sex, her fanny thrusting back
against his loins.

He pulled his hips hack, his cock sliding partially free of the
woman's tight sheath, and then he thrust back in. She gasped into
Carla's nook, her tongue and lips finding the tapering node, her
hands and arms stretching out so that she could caress Carla's
tits. She sucked at Carla's clit again, her mind spinning faster,
and faster, orgasms rocketing through her as he churned and
thrust his bone within her backside, his hold on her hips keeping
her on her feet.

His face tightened, his come crashing against the barriers, his
muscles tightening, the blood pounding in his ears. The throbbing
quickened within his cock, echoing throughout him. He clenched
his teeth, his shoulders bunching. Spreading his feet wide and
bracing them, he leaned forward, one hand moving to the woman's
cunt while the other clutched one of her tits.

The woman gasped against the maddening pulse of Carla's clit as
he rubbed hers with his joined fingertips. She swallowed, Carla's
delicious taste saturating her taste buds, her nostrils filled
with her scent. Carla twisted upon the desk, her body arching up
as the woman's hands moved over her big tits, as her lips suckled
her clit. Carla dropped one foot from the desk and stretched her
leg out under the woman to press her toes beneath her brother's
fingers, slipping them into the sopping wet furrow of the woman's
clutching box.

He groaned tightly, his face lifting, and his lungs ached, his
breath catching. The blood roared in his head, his heart
pounding. His flesh burned with an enraptured fever. His come
blasted loose. He inhaled in a gasp, his mind flashing with joy
as he came, his cock jerking within the woman's ass. His hands
moved back to her hips, and he leaned back from the waist, his
body shaking.

The woman cried out as his big tool jumped within her fanny, and
his gizzum was gushing up into her bowels, flooding her. Her clit
blazed, her snatch gripping Carla's toes. Her hands tightened
around his sister's breasts as she sucked and licked wildly at
Carla's clit, her orgasms blurring together.

The air rushed from his lungs as his climax reached its
crescendo, ecstasy overwhelming his mind and body. Carla's mouth
opened wide, a strangled cry pulling from her throat as she came
to the woman's voracious mouthings, her clit seeming to flare
into pure energy within her mouth. The woman's knees buckled, and
her hips slipped from his hands, her body shaking with her
satiation.

Carla's legs dropped limply from the side of the desk, and she
lay with her arms thrown wide, a satisfied smile on her face. As
the woman sank weakly toward the floor, Jack's cock slid from her
fanny and through the silver ring. Still jerking, his rod spurted
out the last of his spunk over her fanny as she dropped to her
knees. He turned, reeling, and dropped back into his chair,
spent.

After a time, the sound of their breathing quieted, and they
began to regain their senses. He looked toward the woman who
knelt between him and his sister, awaiting their orders.

"Go get something to clean us up," he told her, and she stood
quickly, and left the office.

"Think our new client'll be as attractive?" Carla asked with a
lascivious smile.

"If not, we can always recommend they look elsewhere for help,"
he smiled with a shrug as the woman returned with a bowl of
water, a wash cloth, and a towel. "You'd better be quick," he
said as she knelt between his thighs, "your husband'll be here
for you soon."

"I-I've passed my tests?" the woman asked with a hesitant smile,
looking at him, eager for his approval.

"With flying colors, wouldn't you say, Carla?"

"I only hope our next case is as satisfying," Carla nodded,
sitting up as the woman began to wash Jack with the cloth, and
then with her tongue. "Of course, it might be necessary for you
to check back periodically so that we can make sure you're not
regressing."

"Can I really?" the woman asked with hopeful delight as she moved
to tongue-bathe Carla.

"Only if it remains a secret among the three of us," Jack said,
his voice firm. "Not that I'd think your husband would be in a
position to protest too strongly, considering the benefits he'll
be receiving via the changes in you," he added.

"It'll be a secret from everyone," the woman promised earnestly,
and began to lick Carla's dark plume clean of her juices.

Jack looked at his come gleaming from the woman's ass cheeks, and
he smiled thoughtfully, wondering what sort of clients Erin and
Ben Harvey would be. His cock stiffened in anticipation.


CHAPTER THREE

Erin felt nervous about going to see someone about her sexual
repression, but she had agreed with Ben and found the idea of one
of the Romes being a woman helpful, the fact that they were
brother and sister an additional assurance. Meeting Jack and
Carla, Erin was a bit startled by their youth, yet pleased,
feeling it would be even easier to relate her problems to Carla.

Introductions taken care of, Jack led them into his office, and
he and Carla shared a smile of agreement, both quite pleased by
the couple.

"Could I get you two some wine?" Carla asked, her voice warm, and
Ben and Erin looked toward her, distracted from Jack as he moved
around his desk to sit down, his obvious erection unseen. "We
find that it's best to relax as much as possible and make this as
conversational as can be," Carla explained.

"Yes, all right," Ben nodded after glancing at Erin.

"Actually, I think Ben's pretty much described the situation,"
Jack said, leaning back. "Did he tell you what he told me, Erin?"
he asked, looking into Erin's dark blue eyes.

"Uh, yes," she nodded, blushing lightly.

"Your wine," Carla said, and Erin looked up to her side,
distracted from her embarrassment.

"Thanks," Erin nodded, and Ben took his glass too.

"Our method depends on several things," Carla said, moving around
to the side of the desk, her jersey shirt-dress molding to her
curvaceous body. "We'll need your trust, and for you both to keep
in mind that our shared goal is for you both to have a happier,
more satisfying love life."

"How do we start?" Ben asked, sipping his wine.

"I think that we can begin right now, if you wish, or we can move
at a slow pace."

"No," Erin said, surprising herself at the quickness of her
response.
"I mean, doing it slowly just give me more time to be nervous,"
she explained, and took another swallow of her wine.

"You've got the right attitude for success." Carla smiled warmly
at her. "The first step is for us to interview you separately so
that you won't be restricted by worries about hurting the other's
feelings."

"So, Ben, if you'd like to accompany Carla into her office?" Jack
suggested, opening a desk drawer to take out several forms.

"Oh, I thought Carla would...." Erin trailed off, looking from
the brother to the sister, uncertain as to whether or not they
were twins.

"Well, that's part of the slower way," Carla said with a soothing
smile. "This way, you're in the process of lowering your
repressions from the very start."

"Both of you have to think of yourselves, and one another, as if
you were with doctors. If you're getting a physical examination,
then you disrobe, and don't question the doctor slipping on
rubber gloves to examine, say, your rectum. True?" Jack asked,
and they nodded.

"Well, we're looking for non-physical problems with physical
manifestations," Carla said. "Thus, you'll need to concern
yourselves less with the physical aspects, to put aside
jealousies, and accept what happens as merely different forms of
physical examinations and tests-to keep in mind our goal of
curing those problems."

"That's one reason for being here, instead of at your home," Jack
added. "It removes you from your usual environment, and keeps us
separate from your day to day lives."

"So, Ben, if you'd like to accompany me to my office?" Carla
said, and Ben and Erin looked at one another.

They nodded, and she reached over to squeeze his hand. He stood,
and her breathing tightened as he left her range of vision. She
heard the door open and close, her husband and Jack's sister
leaving them alone together. She became aware of soft, very
soothing music playing from a stereo recorder, the volume just
audible. She raised her glass, but found it empty.

"Here you go," Jack smiled, and she blinked as he leaned forward
from her side to refill her glass. "I think we can leave some of
the more trivial information for later," he said, moving back to
replace the wine bottle in its cabinet as she took a drink, his
eyes on one of the forms. "Ben said that you were taught that
there's only one way to make love?" he asked, gradually dimming
the office's indirect lighting.

"Y-yes," she nodded, not looking toward him. "My mom was very
forceful about that."

"Um," he nodded. "Say, why don't you sit over here on the couch,
and then you can relax a bit more," he suggested, and she slowly
stood to move to the large couch, the seat extending far enough
for her to sit with her legs stretched out before her, the back
plushly comfortable.
"Was Ben your first lover?" he asked, sitting on the couch arm at
the other end.

"Yes," she said, and took another drink of her wine.

"I take it that you've no problem with climaxing."

"No," she answered, drawing her calves up, her free hand
smoothing her skirt.

"Any limit as to the number of your climaxes?" he asked,
standing.

"Um, no, I don't think so," she replied, glancing toward him, his
back toward her.

"And did you ever climax with anyone else-you know, like when
petting?"

"A-a few times."

"During masturbation?"

"I-was taught that was wrong too."

"So, you haven't ever climaxed while masturbating?"

"Maybe once or twice, but... its like with the-the things Ben'd
like to do. I get so uptight that..."

"How about girlfriends?"

"Girlfriends?" she asked, confused.

"You know, during early puberty, for instance. Sometimes, it can
be easier to deal with one's passions when alone with someone
you're already close to," he said, moving along in front of the
couch, his manner relaxed and friendly.

"Oh," she nodded. "Yes, once," she said, letting it go at that.

"You were talking about the things Ben wants to do," he said,
sitting down on the couch beside her curled legs, his back angled
toward her knees. "What things would you like to do if you could
let yourself?"

"Me?" she asked, the question taking her off guard, her
nervousness over his sitting down near her forgotten. "I guess I
never thought of it that way," she admitted, never having
considered what she herself might desire.

"Would you like your clit kissed, to feel a tongue moving in your
cunny as you lie back and simply enjoy the sensations?" he asked,
his voice lower, and she blushed, looking down.

"I-I guess," she answered in a whisper, her heart pounding.

"You've never thought about it?" he asked, turning toward her,
one leg atop the couch.

"Yes," she nodded, feeling hot, and wondering if it was as a
result of his questions, or the wine.

"All right, I want you to just lean back, stretch out, and relax
with your eyes closed," he said gently, slipping the now empty
glass from her hand, and setting it on the floor.

Uncertain, she did so, glancing at his strong, reassuring face
before closing her eyes.

"I'm going to lower the back of the couch," he said, pushing a
button at the base, and she heard a humming sound as she was
eased back to a thirty-degree angle. "Hear the music? Listen to
the rhythms, to each instrument," he said in a hypnotic whisper.
"Hear how the beat of your heart seems a part of the music," he
suggested, his fingers nimbly catching the hem of her skirt out
from either side of her legs, as he slowly raised the cloth from
her thighs, then moved the skirt upward from her long, shapely
thighs. '`No one will know what happens in this room, only you,"
he said, laying the skirt up over her stomach, and baring her
full hips, a pair of bikini panties covering her plump mound.
"You do want, at least, to know what it feels like to have your
clit kissed, to have a tongue move within your nook, don't you?"
he asked, his voice a rhythmic sound that crept through her
brain.

"Yes," she said in the smallest of whispers, the dim lighting,
the comfort of the couch, the warmth of her body, and the sounds
of his voice and the music making her forget where she was.

"To feel yourself unbound," he continued, his hands curving to
her hips, and almost imperceptibly closing to touch against her
flesh, and her panties. "Easy, easy," he soothed as her breath
caught, and he began to slide the panties down, rolling them
beneath his hands. "Feel the binding being loosened, being
removed, feel the soft curlings of your muff loosening, no longer
pressed down," he whispered, turning toward her from the waist as
he moved the garment past her knees and he reached back with his
other hand to remove them. "Doesn't that feel better, more
relaxing? Can't you almost feel the way your mound curves
smoothly down from your abdomen, the way it rises higher than the
tops of your thighs, standing proud and ready. Wouldn't it feel
wonderful to have it kissed caressingly?" he continued, lowering
his face toward the bright triangle. "To have someone's lips
touch the lips of your sex, someone's tongue glide inward,
someone's mouth kiss the pulsing of your clit?" he
 suggested, his breath stirring the curlings of her muff, and he
touched his lips to her furrow.

Her lips parted, and she inhaled deeply, her eyes almost opening
as she felt the damp heat of her snatch kissed, the lips flexing
against her slit. She groaned softly, feeling the compulsion rise
within her to reach down and push the head away, to stop the lips
from drifting up and down her burning lips. Then she remembered
the music, and concentrated on the rhythms, finding that this
time it was the throbbing of her clit that seemed a part of it,
rather than the deep beat of her heart.

The strong, yet gentle hands cupped her hips again, and the lips
parted, the tip of his tongue extending to glide up and down the
wet groove of her box. Her body trembled, her blood racing with
pleasure, and her clit pulsed faster, Erin knowing the tongue
would open her to find it.

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.

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.


CHAPTER FOUR

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.

"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.

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.

Erin recalled how Jack's cock had moved slowly up into her and
had filled her, and she vividly remembered the sensations of joy
he had created with it and his mouth. Ben pulled his mouth from
hers and pushed the nightgown down so that he could kiss her
breasts. His hips moved back from her, and she felt the head of
his rod rub against her. He sucked the carnation pink rises of
her aureolas, and the pinker peaks of her nipples. She murmured
happily and found herself turning from the waist to kiss his
shoulder and his side.

Feeling her turn, he blinked with surprise, and hope caused his
breath to catch. He moved his lips down to kiss her belly through
the thin stuff of the nightgown that was now covering only it.

Without thinking, she moved her kisses down his side to his hip,
and then between it and his abdomen. He inhaled deeply at the
movement of her full lips against his fevered flesh. The thought
that she was moving toward his swollen cock for the first time
caused his mind to spin. He moved his mouth to her lower belly
and pushed the nightgown up beneath her tits. Suddenly, he
remembered Carla's mouth approaching his cock, and he recalled
how she had knowingly sucked his come from him. His cock throbbed
with expectation.

She felt his pubic hair against her lips, and then his shaft was
against her cheek. She swallowed hard and looked at his prod from
beneath heavily lidded eyes.

He thought back to the sensations Carla's lips and tongue had
created, and he again wondered what she looked like fully naked.
Erin kissed around the base of his cock, and uncertainty moved
through her.

Erin wanted to give him head, but Jack had not had her try that
yet. Abruptly, she wondered how she could take his huge tool into
her mouth without choking. She closed her eyes tightly, realizing
that Ben thought she was going to go down on him, and not wanting
to disappoint him. His kisses moved into the red curlings of her
muff, and she gripped his hips tightly. Willing herself to do it,
she pressed her lips to his shaft.

He kissed her slit, his mind reeling as he felt her soft lips
kissing his trunk. Her mouth moved hesitantly upward, and he
kissed her slit. She trembled against him, and he widened his
mouth over her mound. Her lips parted against his throbbing
length, and her tongue licked at him. He flicked his tongue up
and down her slit as he sucked at the pronounced rise of her
cunny, and somewhere in his mind he wondered what Carla's cunt
looked like, and what it was like to fuck. Erin wanted to raise
her mouth to take in his bulbous head, but the old fears and
doubts were already creeping through her mind. She found herself
wishing that she had eaten Jack so that she could at least tell
herself that she had done it once before. She moved her tongue
back down his cock, and she moved one hand to caress his balls.
She concentrated on thinking of being with Jack just so that she
could distract herself from the old repressions. She felt Ben's
tongue lapping at her furrow as his mouth nuzzle
 d her mound, and it made it easier for her. She opened her mouth
and turned her head so that she could grip the center of his rod
in her mouth.

He groaned against her snatch, as he felt her mouth seek to
encompass his width as she licked the side of his shaft. For Erin
to be doing even this was such an unknown experience that he
found it easier to think of being with Carla again. He pressed
his tongue into Erin's cleave and wondered if Carla could taste
as good as Erin did.

Erin turned so that she could kiss his dorsal vein and again
gripped him in her mouth. Sucking, she moved her mouth up and
down Ben's tool, and her tongue lapped at its underside. She felt
elation as he moaned into her cunny, and she remembered Jack's
tongue knowingly focusing in on her clit. An orgasm flashed
through her, and she shook against Ben.

He wished that she would take his head into her mouth, that she
would truly go down on him, but he could not help but feel
elation at her actions. His balls tremored beneath the still
uncertain movements of her fingers, and his bone throbbed deeply
within the rise and fall of her mouth. He licked up toward her
clit, and she came again, and her body writhed against his. Her
mouth sucked harder, and he felt his come trying to break free.

His tongue lashed against the tip of her clit, and she groaned
and stretched. She felt her depths imploding and exploding with
orgasmic intensity, and she was reliving her tonguing by Jack.
She sucked harder at Ben's cock, and her mouth began to move up
toward his bulbous head as her repressions began to be
overshadowed by her pleasures. An image of Jack's cock filled her
mind as fully as his cock had filled her cunt. She rolled his
balls in her hand. She groaned as multiple orgasms rose through
her and blinded her to everything but their fulfilling intensity.

He gasped for breath as her mouth moved up his cock, and he
licked faster at her clit. His come strained for release within
the balls she was stroking. Her lips touched the cleft of his
head, and he arched his body against her. His spend came free.

His mouth widening, his tongue pressed firmly against her clit,
and she gasped with joy as her orgasms linked. His come rushed
through him, and his rod jumped within the grip of her mouth. She
blinked, and her mouth lost its hold. His come erupted from his
head, and she saw it fountain up. Both of them trembled with
their climax, and their thoughts were ganzed with satiation.

Gradually, they went limp and lay gasping for air. Finally, she
caught her breath, and she opened her eyes to look at his prod
through glazed eyes. Softening, Ben's cock was curving downward,
and she watched with fascination as his thick come slid down
along his shaft. She wondered what it tasted like, and was
tempted to find out, but she could not make herself act to extend
her tongue.

Ben's jealousy had been banished by the evident change in Erin's
attitudes. He wondered how such a change could have been effected
in one day, but did not want to question such a benefit. He gave
the lips of her damp cunt a kiss, and shifted around to take her
in his arms again.

They kissed slowly, their hands tenderly caressing, and both of
them found themselves wondering what their next visits with the
Romes would entail. Ben's eyes opened, and he smiled with
satisfaction at Erin. She blushed shyly, and looked down.

"That felt... wonderful," he told her, and she glanced up with a
trace of a smile of pride.

"Really?" she asked.

"Really," he nodded, and he slid the nightgown from her body.

"You're getting hard again," she whispered as he tossed the
nightgown aside.

"Yeah," he said as he looked down to watch his shaft straighten.
"And it's all lubricated," he grinned as he noted the coating of
his own come.

She smiled, and rolled onto her back. Stretching out atop her, he
recalled lubricating his cock for Carla, and he wondered what it
would be like to ball Erin's ass. His breathing deepening, he
angled his cock's head between her lips, and slid up into her
cunny. Her eyes closed, and she murmured with pleasure as she
embraced him tightly.

Tasting her flavor from his mouth, she wondered if Jack had liked
it when he had eaten her, and she gripped Ben's tool with her
cunt. Feeling her tighten around him, Ben again thought of
Carla's amazing muscle control, and again wondered what her cunt
was like.

Their bodies thrust and pulled together, and their breathing
quickened. She came, and her legs drew up around his hips so that
she could take him deeper. His thoughts shifted back and forth
between Erin and Carla, and hers shifted between him and Jack.
Their bodies moved with more abandon than they had known in a
long time, and their voices joined in moans of ecstasy as his
cock thrust and twisted within the quaking hold of her cunny.

Amidst the rising waves of ecstasy Erin wondered why she had only
let Ben eat her once before, and why she had refused to let
herself enjoy it. She cursed her feelings of guilt and revulsion,
and thrust her cunt up and down his cock with renewed fervor. She
hoped that Jack and Carla could free her of all her hang-ups.

Ben blinked his eyes open with overjoyed surprise at her passion,
and his rose to meet hers. Their bodies twisted and stretched
together, and they rolled onto their sides. She cried out, coming
deeply, and he let the come blast free of his balls. He gushed up
into her, and his mind and body vibrated as one.

They gripped one another tightly and kissed one another's faces.
Both were satiated, and they fell asleep with blissful smiles on
their lips.

Ben dreamed of Carla, and Erin dreamed of Jack.


CHAPTER FIVE

When she awoke the next morning, Erin began to remember the
events of the previous day, and she wondered if she was not
simply remembering a strange dream. The question had quickly been
answered, and she began to wonder how she had let herself do what
she had done with Jack. But she also remembered how she had felt
when he had eaten her, and when he had balled her. She could not
find the will power not to get dressed when Ben reminded her that
he was to drop her off at the Romes' on his way to work.

She moved as if in a daze, and she wondered what Ben would say if
she told him about what she and Jack had done. Then, she also
wondered what he and Carla had been doing. She felt confused. She
wanted to refuse to return, but did not know how she could
explain her refusal to Ben. She told herself that there was
nothing wrong in what she was doing, and that she was simply
doing it so that Ben would be happier. She did not want to think
about the pleasure she had experienced, or think about what might
be planned for today.

As Ben drove her toward the Romes' offices, Erin found herself
pulled between feeling like a nervous schoolgirl and someone
whose repressions were again trying to take command. She
concentrated on the unrestrained pleasures she and Ben had shared
the night before.

His appointment set for after he got off work, Ben dropped her
off at the Romes'. He took note of her nervousness as he kissed
her goodbye, and he watched her walk away from the car. Feeling
uncertain about the whole thing, he told himself that he was
being foolish and drove off for work.

Inside, Erin braced herself and entered the office. Pouring
coffee, Carla glanced back at Erin with a warm, friendly smile.

"Good morning," Carla said, and offered the cup to Erin.

"Morning," Erin nodded.

"How're you feeling today?"

"Oh? all right, I guess," Erin answered vaguely.

"Second thoughts? Nervous?" Carla asked as she poured her own
coffee..

"Why, yes," Erin said with surprise.

"Don't feel bad," Carla smiled. "Everyone does. It's just like
when you learn to swim or ride a bike." She sipped her coffee,
and watched Erin relax a little. "How were things at home last
night?"

"They were great," she had to admit, and she blushed as she
remembered kissing Ben's cock, and Ben eating her snatch.

"Good, good. Sometimes patients find it difficult to remember why
they've come here, and allow themselves to give in to jealousies,
and guilt feelings. But I was sure you and Ben were too together
for such nonsense," Carla said, and Erin smiled with a feeling of
pride. "Well, come into my office, won't you?" Carla said as she
opened the door.

Erin moved past her, and Carla closed the door behind them. Music
played softly, and Erin remembered being on the couch in Jack's
office. Carla motioned her toward two chairs that were placed
together. Wondering why they were facing the wood paneled wall,
Erin crossed to the chairs, and sat down. She looked up and
realized that Carla was dimming the lights in the room, and she
felt a tinge of uneasiness.

"These rooms are sound-proofed," Carla said as she walked around
in front of Erin and took hold of the edge of one of the panels.
"The glass you'll see is a two-way mirror. The mirror part is on
the other side, and we can't be seen," she said, and she slid the
panel back.

Erin stared with surprise. On the other side of the glass was a
large room with a huge water bed. Jack stood beside the bed, and
he was undressing. Carla moved back and sat down in the chair
next to Erin's. Erin glanced over at her, and realized that the
chair was set a few inches farther back than hers. Carla was
calmly watching her brother remove his shoes and socks.

Erin looked back toward Jack and saw him unbuttoning his shirt.
She stared with fascination at his lean, muscular body. Knowing
that he could not see her, she felt more relaxed about looking at
him. He unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his slacks. Erin's
breathing had become shallow.

He removed the shirt and unzipped his pants. Erin's hands kneaded
the hem of her skirt as she watched him lean over to slide his
pants down. She eyed his firm buttocks, his strong thighs, and
his cock. He stepped out of his pants and was naked. She stared
at his prod, which was huge even though flaccid.

Jack turned to watch the door open, and the woman he had been
with when Ben had first phoned now entered. She wore a
translucent blouse, and Erin could see her big tits quiver gently
beneath the fabric as she approached Jack. She was otherwise
naked, and Erin found herself staring at the dark ringlets of her
muff and at the woman's shapely legs.

Jack said something to the woman, and she slowly lowered herself
to her knees before him. He looked down calmly at her as she
leaned forward to kiss his shaft and raised her hands to run her
fingertips over his sac. Erin's mouth felt dry, and she swallowed
hard. The questions and doubts that had started to form in her
mind were being washed away by fascination and arousal.

The woman's lips parted, and her tongue began to slide up and
down Jack's tool, and it began to stiffen. Erin moistened her
lips. The woman curled her fingers beneath the weights of his big
balls and gave his bulbous knob suckling kisses. Erin's cunny was
pulsing deeply.

"Take notice of the technique she is using," Erin dimly heard
Carla say. "See how she employs her lips, her tongue, and her
hands to harden his cock."

Erin did not even think about it being Carla's voice. She was
remembering how Jack had eaten her, how Ben had eaten her, and
how she had been afraid to take Ben's length into her mouth. She
remembered wondering what it would be like to take Jack's cock
into her mouth. Now, she was watching another woman doing it. She
felt stirrings of jealousy.

Jack's cock stood out from his body in full erection.

He smiled as the woman took his head into her mouth to suck and
lick. The woman's full, globed ass moved from side to side, and
Erin could see moisture gleaming along her slit. The woman began
to take his thick shaft between her lips.

"Pay attention to how she doesn't rush things," Carla's voice
said,
"and how she's fondling his balls."

Erin watched the woman take more and more of his shaft into her
mouth. The woman angled her mouth and neck so that they were
aligned, and she took more of his length into her mouth. Her
cheeks drew in as she sucked at him, and her hands moved over his
loins so that her fingers caressed through his hair while her
palms and heels stroked his balls.

"Notice how her mouth is just able to encircle his thickness,"
Carla pointed out, "and think about how much she has taken into
her mouth, how much of his long cock."

With this, Erin realized the woman was taking Jack's head and
upper shaft down into her throat. She stared with amazement.

"Think of yourself doing this. You can see that it isn't hurting
her, isn't forcing her to gag or anything. Think of yourself
taking Jack's big cock into your mouth. Think of taking Ben's
cock into your mouth. It's just a matter of learning muscle
control to do exactly what she's doing," Erin heard her say, and
she shivered with arousal at the thought of sucking on Jack's
cock. "Look at the pleasure on his face. Think of the joy in
creating such pleasure, such arousal," Carla prodded.

Erin glanced up at his face and again felt jealousy.

She saw Jack's eyelids lower as his mouth opened, and she wanted
to be the one giving him such pleasure. She knew that her
thoughts were less than logical, but she did not care. Her
arousal was continuing to build as she watched the mouth sliding
up and down his swollen rod. She continued pulling at the hem of
her skirt, and her wrist rubbed against the insides of her lower
thighs.

"Do you feel aroused by the sight of their passion?" Carla's
sultry voice asked. "Is your cunt damp, your clit throbbing?"
Carla asked, and Erin found herself nodding. "Here," Carla
whispered, and Erin glanced down as the woman gently took hold of
one of her wrists to guide it upward.

Erin wanted to protest as her hand was moved up her thigh, and
caused her skirt to be pushed up. Yet she could not summon the
will power to simply stiffen her arm in resistance, and did not
want to continue looking away from Jack and the woman. She looked
back at the couple and felt her hand against the humid heat of
her cunt, only her thin panties between. Her hand was guided
higher, and her fingertips touched against the waistband of the
bikini panties.

The woman raced her suckling mouth up and down Jack's prick, and
he was moaning with passion. His hands touched the woman's dark
hair, and he arched his hips toward her. Erin's fingers slid
beneath the panties. Jack thrust his cock in and out of the
woman's mouth. Erin's fingers moved through the soft fur of her
muff and pressed into her wet slit. The woman's hands slid back
between his thighs so that she could caress his root and his ass.
Erin's thighs spread as her fingers curled up into her snatch,
and she pressed her thumb against the electric pulsings of her
clit.

"Think about how it'd be to be sucking on his cock," Carla said
as she stood up, and she silently moved her chair back. "Remember
how it felt when it was his tongue in your cunt instead of your
fingers. Remember how he moved his tongue," she added, seeing
that Erin was unaware of her actions.

Erin felt intoxicated with her arousal. Doing as Carla had said,
she recalled how Jack had gone down on her, and she moved her
fingers as he had moved his tongue within the hot marsh of her
furrow. Behind her, Carla leaned forward and reached over Erin's
shoulders without touching her. Her fingers began to open the
buttons of Erin's blouse. As though hypnotized by the sight, Erin
continued staring as Jack fucked the woman's suckling mouth. She
did not even notice that her blouse was open and that Carla was
unfastening her skirt.

Erin's thumb dabbed at the incessant burn of her clit, and she
murmured with pleasure, her mouth opening as if to take Jack's
cock into it. Carla moved around to kneel at an angle before
Erin's legs so that she would not block the view of Jack and the
woman. She reached across with one hand, and took both sides of
Erin's skirt in her hands.

Erin felt the skirt tugging down against her hips and rose
slightly without thinking, not wanting her concentration to be
disturbed. The panties slipped down from her hand and cunny and
from her ass. Erin sat back down as the clothing moved down her
calves and lifted her feet for them to be fully removed. Smiling
to herself, Carla stood back up to move around behind Erin again.

Jack's fingers curled in the woman's hair, and his lips pulled
back from his clenched teeth. He appeared to be in a carnal
frenzy, and Erin rubbed her clit faster. Her cunt was tightening
and loosening with excitement. Carla's hands pressed against her
shoulders, and Erin leaned forward to avoid having to be bothered
with anything else. She was unaware of her bra being unsnapped.

The woman's hands clutched at Jack's ass with desperation, and
her head bobbed faster and faster upon the reddened pole of
Jack's shaft. Erin was moaning without realizing it, and her
rounded ass cheeks twisted against the seat of the chair as she
churned her fingers in the raging hive of her cunt. She did not
notice that Carla had gradually turned the lights back up.

Jack's body arched forward and stiffened. The woman sucked hard.
Erin's fingers curled and stretched in her cleave, and her thumb
kneaded her clit. She leaned forward toward the glass. Her
shoulder and hand were beginning to ache, but she did not care,
and her accelerating ecstasy obscured the aching.

Jack's body shook, and the woman stopped moving her head. Erin
trembled as she saw the base of his cock shaking. The woman's
throat shifted as she gulped, and Erin knew she was swallowing
down his come. Erin's mouth pulled wide, and both desperation and
passion showed on her face as she began to come. Jack staggered
back a step, and his jerking rod pulled partially free from the
woman's mouth. Erin's clit was sizzling with eruptions of
electric energy, and she cried out. He went back another step,
and his prod came fully free. Erin gasped. His climax was
receding and the flow of his come lessening as it splashed over
the woman's lips and chin. Erin's body shuddered as she came, the
image of his fountaining tool filling her mind as her eyes
screwed shut.

Ecstasy expanded throughout Erin until it seemed to sweep beyond
the confines of her body. With that, all the tension left her
muscles, and she collapsed back in the chair. After several
moments, she raised her eyelids enough to look back through the
two-way glass and saw Jack lying back on the bed. The woman was
tongue-bathing the last of his spunk from his knob. Erin felt a
note of longing intrude on her bliss, and she shut her eyes.

When Erin again looked toward the mirror, she saw that both Jack
and the woman had left the room. Trying to clear her head, she
sat up and looked around groggily. She was alone in the office
and naked but for her beige stockings, her garterbelt, her heels,
and her jewelry. Vaguely, she recalled the bra and blouse being
slipped off her while she basked in the afterglow of her climax.
Standing, she glanced around, but could not see her clothing.
Dressed as she was, she felt more naked than if she had been
fully stripped. She jerked her head around as the office door
opened, and her hands moved to cover her breasts, and her cunny.

"Come along," Carla said without any recognition of Erin's
attempt at modesty.

"My-my clothes...?" Erin said, and slowly lowered her hands.

"You won't need them," Carla said, and her words and manner were
both only professional.

Not knowing what else she could say, Erin nodded and went through
the door. She glanced toward the hallway door and wondered what
she should do if some stranger should suddenly enter. She felt
very self-
conscious. Carla moved past her to open Jack's office door and
motioned Erin inside. Erin's tits quivered sensuously as she
walked forward. She did not see Carla smile as she watched her
full ass cheeks rock from side to side beneath the narrow band of
the lace garter belt, and the swing of her long, shapely legs.

Jack stood beside his desk. Dressed in a dark blue terry-cloth
robe, he smiled pleasantly at Erin, and she ducked her eyes with
embarrassment. On his desk were her clothes. Erin heard the door
close, and she glanced back to see that Carla had left her and
her brother alone. Again, she wondered if the two were twins, but
she did not feel bold enough to ask.

"That woman's quite a cocksucker, isn't she?" he said casually.

"I, uh...." Erin stammered, and found herself unable to look into
his eyes.

"Now, you weren't this shy when she was drinking my come, were
you?" he chuckled.

"No," she said in a very small voice, and she was aware that she
was blushing.

"Look at me," he said, and his tone caused her to obey. "We
wanted you to observe what it's really like so that you could
think of it objectively," he explained. "How do you feel about
the idea now?"

"I-I think maybe I could," she confessed, and found herself
unable to pull her eyes from his.

"Very good. Now, tell me what you and Ben did last night?"

"Did?" she asked, stunned that he should want to know.

"We can't progress unless we know the effects of your treatments,
now can we?" he asked with a trace of sarcasm.

"No," she agreed. "We kissed, and I-I turned around so that I
could... kiss his-his cock, and he..." she trailed off, and then
took a deep breath in an effort to get hold of herself. "And he
kissed, and... ate my cunt."

"Very good," Jack nodded. "How'd you like it?"

"It felt... very nice," she said. "And I-I wanted to do like that
woman did, but I could only do it from the side. I was afraid, I
guess, to have him... come in my mouth."

"Well, it was a pretty good day, I'd say," he smiled, "getting
your box scarfed twice. And did he fuck you too?"

"Yes."

"On your back?"

"We-we rolled onto our sides at the end," she said, feeling she
should push the fact.

"Not bad for the first night, huh?" he asked.

"No," she agreed with a trace of pride at his praise, and she
felt glad that Ben had gotten her to come.

He walked toward her, and then around her. His eyes moved over
her, and she again felt self-conscious about her near nakedness
He reached out and curved his palm under one of her tits as if
testing its weight, and firmness.

"Not bad," he nodded, and rubbed his thumb against her erect
nipple.
"Good belly," he commented as he rubbed his palm down its smooth
curve, and his fingertips followed the shallow to one side of it.
"Nice texture," he said as he rubbed the curlings of her muff
between thumb and fingertips. "I'm familiar with the cunt," he
mused, and moved around behind her.

She had difficulty in swallowing, her throat constricted, and she
wondered why he was inspecting her body. She felt pleased at his
approval, but disconcerted over his manner. Her lips parted as
she felt his hands spread over her plump ass cheeks and squeeze
them.

"Bend over, and touch your toes," he told her.

She started to ask why, but caught herself, and did as directed.

"Now spread your feet," he told her, and his eyes moved up her
legs accented shapeliness as she did so.

He pressed his thumbs into her rear cleavage and curved his
fingers out to the sides of her cheeks so that he could draw her
ass open. Erin's eyes opened wide as she realized that he was
looking at her anus. Her posture already sending the blood to her
head, she was not sure if she was again blushing or not.

"Relax your anal muscles," he told her as he looked at the flecks
of golden down surrounding her pale pink anus.

She tried to concentrate on relaxing the muscles, but the press
of a fingertip against the soft bud caused her to tighten it by
reflex.

"I said relax," he said curtly, and his palm slapped against one
ass cheek.

Stunned by the stinging blow, she did as he said, and again his
finger pressed against her. Lubricated, it pressed into her anus,
and he began to work it in and out, and each time he went deeper.
Erin's blood rushed faster, and roared in her ears. She felt
billowings of lava-like heat within her depths, and felt dizzy.
His finger pressed fully up into her rectum, and she caught her
breath. He began to turn his finger, and she was suddenly afraid
that he was preparing her so that he could thrust his immense
cock up her backside. The thought frightened her.

"Tighten your muscles," he told her as he began to gradually
twist his finger down out of her, and she did so. "Now relax.
Tighten. Relax."

His finger popped free of her ass, and she exhaled after a few
moments as she realized that he wasn't going to butt fuck her.
She waited for his next instruction, and remained bent over from
the waist with her ass thrust back and up above her spread legs.
He moved past her to the desk and sat down on the edge of it.

"You can stand up now," he said after a moment, and she did so.

She stared with surprise as she saw him wiping his finger on her
panties. He tossed the flimsy garment aside and walked toward the
couch. He opened his robe and removed it. Carefully laying it
aside, he lay back on the black leather and looked toward her.
She stared at his naked body with fascination and remembered
watching the woman give him head. She felt a shiver of arousal in
her cunt.

"Come here," he said, "and suck me off."

"Wh-what?" she asked, stunned by his abruptness.

"Suck my cock," he said, "We don't have all the time in the
world."

Confused, she slowly moved toward him and stared at his flaccid
cock. She thought about how the woman had sucked it and about how
she had felt jealous, and her nervousness began to fade a bit.
She felt a desire to show him that she could do it better for him
than the woman, and knelt down between his spread thighs.

Hesitantly, she reached out and touched his loins. She began to
slowly caress around the base of his shaft, and then moved down
over his heavily weighted sac. She watched with fascination as
his thick length shifted and felt a sense of pride over having
caused the simple reaction. She leaned forward, and her long hair
spilled over his hips.

Her, body curved downward from the waist, her fanny was thrust
back, and the ivory straps of her garter belt pressed into the
insides of her full, rounded thighs. She touched her lips to his
shaft, and it stiffened against her mouth. Her eyes still open,
she watched his cock move as she opened her lips to lick at it.
She curled her fingers down between his thighs and sac, and
lifted his big balls to the rubbings of her thumbs.

His eyes closed, and his nostrils flared as she kissed and sucked
along his swelling member. It began to lift, and she let it press
against her tongue as she realized that it was now time to take
it into her mouth. The old fear began to return, and she squeezed
her eyes shut in an effort to concentrate on how easily the other
woman had managed it. Her jealousy refired, she raised hi head
slightly, and his knob slid up over her chin, and into her opened
mouth.

Pleasure showed on his face as she licked at the tip of his
cock's head and drew it into her mouth. Her fingers and thumbs
massaged his balls as she tightened her mouth around his knob.
She felt a rush of triumph at having overcome her fears, and she
sucked happily at the thick bulb.

Gradually, she began to move her lips down around his thick
trunk, and felt his head rub against the roof of her mouth as she
licked at his dorsal vein. His hands spread out upon the black
leather of the couch, and his chest rose and fell with his
quickened breathing.

Recalling the woman's actions, Erin pressed her thumbs between
his balls until she felt the thick mound of his trunk, and she
began to follow it downward beneath his sac. His head pressed
against her throat and she paused to tighten and loosen her mouth
around him. She kneaded his root against the underarch of his
body with her thumbs and rubbed against the center base of his
ass with her fingertips.

She knew that she only held a small part of his shaft in her
mouth, but she was uncertain about trying to imitate the woman by
seeking to take him into he throat. Instead, she began to slide
the circle of her lips up and down his upper shaft as she sucked
and licked. Her cunt was quivering with liquid heat as she
caressed and ate him. Each time she moved her lips back down his
column, she tried to take his head a bit deeper into her throat,
and she aligned it and her mouth. He shifted, and she felt
heartened by his response.

Her cheeks drew in as she sucked hard on his prod, and she
continued to lick at the underside of it. Her fingertips pressed
between his ass cheeks as her thumbs worked up and down his root.
His head moved fully into her throat, and she glowed with a
feeling of triumph. She felt even more determined to do better
than the woman had, and she remembered how she had felt the day
before when he had eaten her on this very couch. She wanted to at
least equal him in the creation of oral ecstasies.

She moved her head up and down faster, and his body stretched
with pleasure. She was not aware of the door opening behind her.
Carla stood silently behind them and moved her eyes up past the
tops of Erin's stockings to the apex of her thighs. Her position
thrust her lower cunt back toward Carla, and the woman could see
the dampness of her lips amidst the rusty fur, Erin's lush ass
above that.

"Do you want to check out these supplies orders?" Carla asked,
and moved to the side of the couch.

Erin's eyes opened wide at the sound of the woman's voice, and
she looked over to see Carla holding out several sheets of paper.
She was afraid the interruption would cause him to lose his
erection, and thus undo all her efforts. As well, she felt
embarrassed to be seen sucking Jack's cock, even if it was his
sister watching.

"Yeah, okay," he said, and rose up onto one elbow as he took the
papers.

Erin continued sliding her mouth up and down his still hard tool,
and she felt confused.

"We've still got a box of typewriter ribbons, don't we?" he asked
Carla, and Erin wondered how he could separate his mind and body.

His breathing was still deep, and his hips continued to shift as
she stroked his root. She closed her eyes, and took his head and
upper shaft into her throat.

"Yes, you may be right," Carla said. "I'll check on it. Oh, do
you want to make another appointment for our last client?"

"Um, I suppose so," he nodded. "She should be ready for another
follow-
up exam in about a week, don't you think?"

Erin pressed the tip of her center finger against his anus, and
stretched the length of her hand along his root to the base of
his sac. Her other hand rubbed his root behind his sac, and
jostled his swollen nuts. Her lips pulled up and down his bone,
and her hair shifted brightly against his loins and hips.

"A week seems about right," Carla said.

"Good," he nodded, and handed the papers back to her.

"How's the mouth?" Carla asked.

"Pretty good for the first time," he said casually, and glanced
down at Erin's pistoning head.

"Did you check the asshole out?"

"A bit tight," he remarked as his eyes again closed. "Might as
well see to that now."

"All right," Carla nodded, and moved toward his desk.

Their conversation had left Erin bewildered as to what success
she was having with him, but she continued sucking his tool into
the top of her throat. She heard Carla open a drawer, and then
move back toward the couch. She glanced over to see the woman
holding a short plastic shaft from which a thinner shaft of
flexible rubber extended. She wondered what it was.

Several leather thongs hung from the short shaft's top, and there
was a switch on the side of it. Carla moved around behind Erin,
and out of her line of vision.

"Oh, if you get tired and want me to come, just let me know,"
Jack said, and Erin wondered if he was mocking her efforts.

Erin frowned as she felt Carla move onto the couch behind her,
and fasten one of the cords around her waist. Carla turned the
leather, and the shaft dangled down in front of Erin's cunt.
Carla reached between Erin's thighs to draw the remaining thong
and the shaft back. Erin's mouth momentarily loosened around his
cock as she felt the slender shaft press against her anus.

"Relax the muscles," he told her, and she did so.

Erin felt the tremorings of heat blossom through her ass again as
the shaft slid up into her rectum, and she realized that it was
slightly thicker than his finger. She sucked harder at his cock.

"Rather a pretty asshole," Carla commented as the top of the
thicker shaft pressed against Erin's anus.

Erin swallowed hard at the quakings in her depths, and at Carla's
words. Carla drew the thing that connected to the top of the
thick shaft up between Erin's ass cheeks, and fastened it to the
thong encircling her waist. The shaft was now held securely in
place, and she turned the switch.

With a garbled cry of surprise, Erin started as the shaft began
to vibrate within her ass. The heat began to roil within her, and
her clit was pulsing. Her thumbs and palms tightened against his
root, and she sucked harder.

"What speed did you put it on?" he asked, and Erin noted that he
sounded short of breath.

"Slow," Carla said, and absently poked her finger into the base
of Erin's slit. "How's the cunt?" she asked as she probed
curiously.

"Fair," he said, and Erin wished that she had been more active
when he had taken her snatch from the rear.

Carla's finger bobbed and thrust within Erin's cunny, and the
vibrator hummed within her rectum. She groaned around the girth
of his prod. His hips rocked from side to side, and his lips
parted to the effects of her energetic mouthings, and to the
caresses of her hands.

His arousal, the heat churning up through her ass, and the
turning strokes of Carla's finger in her cleave all combined to
send Erin's mind reeling. Her cunt and ass seemed to combine into
one volcanic pulsation. Her shoulders bunched, and her fanny
thrust back as orgasms exploded through her. Perspiration
glistened from her forehead as the seizures deepened, and merged.
She felt as if she were spinning faster and faster within a
whirlpool that was growing more and more intense as it approached
its apex. She fought to control the movements of her hands, and
to keep her mouth closed against the cries of rapture that sought
to break free.

She wanted him to come, wanted to pull his spend from him as the
woman had, but she could not seem to. She felt as if she had been
sucking his cock forever. She strained to keep going, but carnal
fatigue was weakening her.

"Come," she gasped, her mouth opening momentarily from around his
tool.

"Count to five, and pull back," he said, "and you won't have to
worry about my come."

Amidst the frenzy of her orgasms she felt denied, and yet felt
thankful. She pulled her head back from his cock, and her cries
came free. His prod bucked, and his thick gizzum hosed out.
Coming, she felt the hot broth of his spend splashing against her
tits, and her climax accelerated. The vibrator continued to
shiver within her ass, and she rose up onto her knees as her
hands clutched his thighs for support. The spray of his come was
now striking her belly. With a strangled sob, she reached the
peak, and leaned forward against the couch. She murmured with
satisfaction. The anal vibrator seemed to extend the afterglow of
her culmination.

When she opened her eyes she saw that he had stood up and was now
beside his desk with Carla, who was wiping a few drops of come
from the head of his tool. Carla was using Erin's bra for the
task.

"Well, I've got some things to tend to," Carla said, and tossed
Erin's bra over with the panties. "Going to leave the vibrator
on?"

"Yeah, let it keep her loose for awhile," he said, and Carla left
the office.

Feeling limp, Erin remained on the couch and watched him look
toward her. He stared at her, and she glanced down to see his
pearly spend clinging to her tits. She wondered what it tasted
like, and was tempted to dab her fingertips into it so that she
could find out.

"If you want to get hold of yourself, we can move along to the
next phase of your treatment," he said with medical coolness.

Ben sat in his office and found his mind wandering from business.
He wondered what Erin was doing at the moment. He felt uneasy at
the idea that she and Jack were engaged in some sort of sexual
activity, but he also felt expectation that she might be even
freer in bed than the night before.

"Mr. Harvey?" Amy's youthful voice caressed, and he looked up to
see the secretarial substitute standing before his desk. He
stared at her blankly for a moment. Her big, violet eyes sparkled
beneath the burnished gold furrings of her eyebrows, and her full
lips curled at the corners in a smile that dimpled her innocent
looking face. "Do you want these letters in triplicate?" she
asked, and he looked down at the sheet of paper she held.

She frowned with a slightly hurt pout to her mouth. He had not
noticed that she wore no bra beneath her cashmere sweater, which
contoured to the wide mounds of her blossoming tits and outlined
the cratered pegs of her nipples.

"Yes, in triplicate," he nodded absently, and handed her the
letter.

She took it, and moved to the door before glancing back. She
wondered if he was not feeling well. The door closed behind her,
and he again tried to work, but the phone rang. He lifted the
receiver.

"Ben?" a sultry voice asked. "This is Carla Rome."

"Yes, what can I do for you?" he asked with sudden alertness, and
he vividly recalled the talents of her mouth and her ass.

"Are you alone?" she asked.

"Yes," he said with curiosity.

"Will you be interrupted in the next... oh, fifteen minutes?"

"No, I don't think so," he said.

"Very good. Unzip your pants, and take your cock out," she
directed as simply as if she were giving the first step of a
recipe.

"All right," he said uncertainly after a moment, and glanced
toward the office door. His desk blocked any view of his crotch,
and he felt his prick stiffening as he opened his fly.

"Now, take your cock out," she said, and he worked it free with a
bit of difficulty because of its hardening. "And your balls too.
If you need to, unsnap your pants to do it, and then refasten
them," she said, and in a moment his erect cock and his balls
were exposed.

"Okay," he said, and felt feverish as he looked down at the
projection of his cock and sac surrounded by his otherwise
clothed body.

"Are you hard?" she asked, and he felt drugged by the sound of
her voice, and by what she was having him do.

"Yes," he said with a tight voice.

"Do you have an aspirin bottle, or something along that line in
your desk?"

"Yes," he answered, and he found that his confusion made it all
the harder for him to think.

"Take it out, open it, and empty the contents into a drawer," she
instructed, "and then place the emptied bottle before you on your
desk."

"All right," he said after doing it.

"Now, place the center of your right palm along the right side of
your shaft," she told him, and he did it. "Curl your fingers
around till your fingertips are against the center of the left
side. Place your thumb along the top with its tip against the rim
of your head," she added, and he found himself doing it without
being able to consider it.

"Tighten your hand, and loosen it, while pushing up with your
thumb as your fingers pull down. Don't stroke, just tighten and
loosen, push and pull until I tell you to stop," she instructed.

Leaning back in his chair, he did as she told him, and his eyes
began to close. Working the thick meat of his rod filled it with
a deep throbbing. His breathing deepened against the mouthpiece
of the phone, and he realized that she was still there listening.
The thought caused his heart to beat even faster. He looked
toward the door and wondered what he would do if Amy or someone
else should come in on him.

He was not sure how much time had passed. His mind was clouded
with arousal, his breathing ragged, and his mouth dry. His
forehead lined at the waves of heat moving through him.

"Now, begin to slowly stroke as you continue the movements," she
told him.

The tight flesh over his engorged column pulled up and down
around his swollen rod, and his other hand gripped the receiver
tightly. His ass pushed back against the seat of his chair, and
his heels dug into the carpet. Heat seared through his loins.

"Mr. Harvey?" Amy's voice asked, and he opened his eyes as his
hand stopped in mid-motion. The girl stood in the opened doorway
of his office.

"Did someone come in on you?" Carla's voice inquired with a note
of amusement.

"Yes," he said tightly, and lowered his eyes from Amy.

"Female? Attractive to you?"

"Yes."

"Keep her there," Carla told him, and there was a firmness in her
voice. "Start beating your meat again, but just move your hand
from the wrist-that should keep it unnoticed."

"What do you need, Amy?" he asked after a moment. He did not know
what else to do, and his hand began to push and pull the flesh of
his cock again.

"Are you feeling all right?" Amy asked with concern as she noted
the dazed look of his eyes, his pale face, and the trance of
perspiration at his forehead.

"Fine," he managed through his constricted throat as his cock
pounded raptures through his body and into his brain.

"I wondered if you, uh, wanted me to do those reports before the
rest of the letters," she said uneasily, "but since you're on the
phone...."

"The person on the other end is... off the line for the moment,"
he answered.

"Look at her mouth," Carla's voice told him, "and remember how it
felt yesterday when I gave you head. Remember how the lips felt
against your head and shaft, and think about how your hand is
making you feel. Now, think about how her mouth would feel around
your prick, how her lips and tongue would feel," she continued,
and his eyes were fixed on Amy's mouth.

Amy had a slightly wide, girlish mouth. The upper lip was fuller
to the center, and curved out and up from its juncture with her
lower lip. Her lower lip was full, and her mouth seemed softly
pursed for a kiss above the long shallow separating it from her
chin. He recalled having seen her lick her lips, and remembered
that her tongue was a light pink, and that it was long with a
pointed tip. Her lips separated and moved, and he looked at her
white teeth for a moment before realizing that she was talking.

"Which do you want me to do first?" was what she had asked, he
realized after a moment of backtracking.

"Uh, the reports," he said hoarsely as he consciously willed
himself to speak. "But...."

"Keep her there," Carla's voice said with command. "Find an
excuse to have her bend over," she added. "But keep thinking what
it would be like to have your prick in that mouth, to be coming
in it, and to see her swallowing your spunk down."

"Would you-uh, check to see if the zoning charts are in the file
cabinet there," he said after a moment's desperate search, and he
nodded to the cabinet to the side of the door.

"Of course," Amy smiled, and he could almost see her mouth
encircling his pulsating tool.

Amy had wondered about him virtually ignoring her before, and she
now was pleased that he was paying such rapt attention to her. As
she turned her back to him, she smiled at the idea that his
strained breathing might be over her. She leaned forward from the
waist to open the bottom drawer of the cabinet, and was glad that
she had worn a short skirt today.

"Is she bending over? Her side to you, or her fanny?" Carla
asked.

"Back," he said in almost a gasp.

"Don't come yet," Carla's voice said sternly, and he nodded
without realizing it. "Look at her legs, and remember mine
yesterday," she said after a moment. "Move your eyes upward to
where her ass is, and remember mine. Now, think of hers naked,
and recall how it felt to have your prod up mine."

His flesh buzzed with a static electricity as he moved his eyes
up Amy's girlishly shapely legs; they were long, and he followed
her tapered thighs toward the hem of the skirt that was raised
high by her posture. At the apex of her legs he could see a dot
of pink, and he realized it was the lowest portion of her
panties. The jersey of her hiked up skirt molded to the pert,
rounded domes of her ass. He swallowed hard as he remembered the
controlled push and pull of Carla's rectum, and through his
blurred eyes he could almost see Amy's anus bared to his cock's
mind-boggling throbbing.

"I can't seem to find it," Amy said, and she was tempted to look
back and find out if he was pleased by the view of her legs. She
wished she could think how to cause the skirt to rise even
higher.

"Should be'" he muttered in an effort to keep her there even
though he knew the file was on his desk.

"I'll keep looking," the girl said earnestly, and she lowered
herself to her knees with a smile. Her torso's length back from
the cabinet, her knees were apart.

He watched her take a handful of files out to put them on the
floor, and she lowered herself to her elbows as she leafed
through them. The action raised her skirt above the bases of her
full ass cheeks, and the light gleamed from flecks of golden
down. The pink panties were pulled taut, and they were gathered
toward the base of her anal cleavage. Between her parted thighs
he could see the flimsy fabric tightly holding the base of her
plump cunny. He bit at his lower lip in an effort to keep from
moaning as the lava-like rushes of heat quickened in his prick.

Across the room, Amy shifted her hips from side to side. Smiling,
she hoped he was being aroused, and that he would come on with
her.

"Can't-" he said in a strangled whisper into the phone, the come
straining for release.

"All right," Carla said, 'Yet go of your prick."

He did it, but the surges of ecstasy were too great to be
stopped. He watched the girl's sweet little ass swinging from
side to side.

"Take the bottle, and press the mouth around the lips of your
cock's head," Carla said, and his hand groped out for the bottle.
"Now, keep it there till all your come is in the bottle."

He could barely feel the press of the bottle against his knob as
he shook with the approaching release of his spend. Abruptly, he
wondered what he would do if Amy looked back right now, or if she
asked him something. He did not care, nor could he think within
the swirling of his mind.

His come blasted free of his nuts, and he gritted his teeth
against a groan. His eyes squinted shut, and he saw Amy's and
Carla's mouths in his mind. His hot juices raged through him, and
he saw their asses in his mind's eye. His body shook as he came,
and his gizzum erupted through his shaft and into the bottle. His
prod spasmed, and he fought to keep the bottle in place. The
thick brew swirled in the bottle. He opened his mouth wide to
keep his gasp silent. He swayed with the crescendo of his climax,
and almost dropped the phone.

After a few seconds, he swallowed hard, and concentrated on
trying to clear his head enough to deal with Amy.

"Finished?" Carla asked.

"Yes," he murmured as he opened his eyes, and he felt relief as
he saw Amy kneeling as before.

"When you come for your afternoon appointment, bring me the
bottle of your gizzum," she said, and the line went dead.

Stunned by the abruptness of the way she had ended the call, he
looked at the receiver for a moment, and then hung up. He wiped
his forehead, and looked down at the jar holding his load. He
opened the drawer the contents were in, and carefully set the
bottle inside. He took a deep breath, and started to put his cock
and nuts back into his pants, but he paused with a trace of a
smile. Instead, he looked at Amy's thighs, and the backward
thrust of her fanny.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Amy," he said, and picked up the file from his
desk as she looked around. "It was here all the time."

"That's all right," she smiled warmly, and put the files back in
the cabinet. Shutting it, she stood up, and looked at him. He had
such a satisfied look on his face that she was tempted to think
that the view she had presented him with had caused him to come.
Putting the idea aside as foolish, she moved back toward the
door. "Will that be all, Mr. Harvey?" she asked, and hoped that
he would say he wanted her.

"Yes, and thank you for your, uh, help, Amy," he smiled.

She smiled that he had at least used her name, and she went out.
He leaned back in his chair, and laughed softly. He realized that
what he had done had been foolish, and he wondered why he had
obeyed Carla's instructions without question. True, she had given
him two great climaxes the day before, and a third just now, but
did the prospect of seeing her naked and fucking her cunt really
mean that much to him? No, it was as if he felt a compulsion to
please her, and a dread of not doing so. With that thought, he
asked himself how far that compulsion could cause him to go in
following her directions. He did not know the answer, but did
know that he did not regret what had just happened, and that he
was looking forward to his afternoon appointment.

He capped the bottle, and looked at its contents of his come with
pride. He hoped that she would find it to be enough.

Still naked, Jack was stretched out on the couch with his hands
linked behind his head. He looked at Erin, who stood silently a
few feet from the end of the couch.

She still wore her earrings, and matching choker and bracelet,
and her heels, stockings, and garter belt. The short shaft of the
anal vibrator still protruded from between her ripe ass cheeks,
and they quivered with the continuing movement within her rectum.
He had said nothing about his come, and so it had dried upon the
centers of her tits, upon her belly, and on her garter belt. Her
eyes were heavily lidded, and she swayed at the prolonged arousal
the vibrating dildo in her ass provided her with.

"Come here," he said.

She widened her eyes to try and focus them, and she took a deep
breath before attempting to walk on her shaky legs. Each movement
caused the vibrator to shift around within her ass, and the room
seemed to sway. She stared at his huge cock thrusting up from
above his heavy balls, and she groggily wondered what he now had
in mind for her.


CHAPTER SIX

"Climb up on my cock," Jack told her.

Erin stood staring at the high rise of his tool as she remembered
how it had felt in her cunt when introduced from the rear. She
moved onto the couch, and the front thong connecting the belt to
the dildo chafed within her damp slit. She knelt astride his hips
with her cunt poised above the bulbous knob of his cock and
slowly lowered her splay down upon it.

She murmured as the bulb pressed between her lips, and the
vibrations from the anal dildo carried through to tremor her
cleave around him. His eyelids lowered as he savored the
sensation of her silky furrow quivering against his knob, and he
pressed his head back against his linked hands.

She reached down and slid the leather strap fully out of her slit
and her fingers brushed against his prod. The thong rested
between her mound and her upper thigh. She pressed her hands to
her thighs, and she felt the dampness of her juices upon her
fingers. Arching her torso forward, she looked down as she began
to lower her opened cunt upon the spire of his sex.

She inhaled sharply as his thick trunk began to rise up into her
channel, and her ass tightened around the vibrating dildo. She
clutched her thighs, and her shoulders bunched. Spasms of joy
went through her as she continued to sink down upon his glutting
tool. The membrane between ass and cunt seemed to dissolve, and
the pleasures of each emerged as the vibrations played along his
dorsal vein. With a gasp, she came to rest upon his body and
greedily clutched his length with her vaginal muscles.

His arm muscles stood out in relief as he tensed at the waves of
heat her cunny and the vibrations were sending through him. She
swayed upon him and began to twist her snatch around his prod.
She trembled with orgasms, and her body bowed back from the
waist. Her fingertips pressed into her thighs, and her hair
spilled back between his legs. She thrust herself up and down
upon him and could feel his big balls against the base of her
fanny. She groaned, and her body and thighs formed a curve as she
leaned farther back. The base of the dildo's short shaft pressed
against the couch and pushed the other end even higher into her
ass. She writhed upon the massive column of his sex, twisting and
bucking, and his lips parted with pleasure.

She clutched at her stockings in an effort to pull her body back
up and did not care that she was tearing the nylons. She did not
care about anything at the moment. She was engulfed in the
explosions and implosions of her orgasms. She cried out and
wrenched her self upright. The motion thrust his cock deeper, and
his knob slid against her cervix. His hand caught the thong
running alongside her quaking cunt, and he tugged at it to cause
the anal dildo to pull deeper again. She gave a whimpering groan
and pressed her hands to his stomach just in front of her
broiling cleave.

His hand turned, and the thong pulled even tighter. He pulled
downward, and then pushed up, and she raised and lowered herself
to his movements. Her cunt rose and fell upon him, and her juices
gleamed from his trunk. His cock slid down, and then back up, and
the vibrator went higher, and then back down. Her flesh burned,
and her clit sizzled. Her depths spasmed with ecstasies. Her hair
swirled around her face. His hips began to lift and fall, and his
cock ran even higher within her. She was in a frenzy as seizures
erupted through her cunt. She tensed, and her knees dug into the
couch. Her arms straightened, and her elbows pressed into her
sides. Her head went back, and her mouth opened fully as her eyes
screwed shut. Her body shook upon his, and the vibrator quaked
against the underside of his shaft. His body arched up against
hers, and he sucked air through his teeth.

The air burst free of her lungs in a sob, her ears filled with a
roaring as her brain flashed with her climax, and her body jumped
and twisted in the possession of her release. The back of his
head pressed back against the couch as his heels dug into it, and
he inhaled with a groan as her coming brought him to the
crescendo of his own climax. His come blasted through him and
into her depths, and his cock pistoned within her until the last
of his juices were spent, and he was lying limply beneath her.

She swayed drunkenly and felt his cock shrink slightly as it
softened within her still quivering nook. His eyes were closed,
and he said nothing. She felt elated that she had brought him to
such a powerful climax, though she wished the vibrator had not
been a part of it. Minutes passed, and their breathing returned
to normal, but he still said nothing. Then, she began to feel him
growing hard again within her, and she blinked with surprise.

"Again," he said without opening his eyes, and she felt as if she
had somehow failed a test and was going to have to keep repeating
it until she got it right.

Slowly, she began to grip his prod with her cunt and then she
started turning her hips from side to side. Her breathing grew
heavy as she tightened and loosened herself around him while
turning and as the vibrator continued moving within her rectum.
As the tremorings in her snatch grew, and as her clit began to
pulse faster, she became determined to truly get it right this
time.

Her hands moved up and down his stomach and over his chest as she
began to raise and lower herself while continuing her other
movements. In turning her hips, she arched herself so that her
fanny swept back and forth across his balls. His breathing
deepened, and his shoulders shifted in response to her
concentrated efforts. She arched her fanny down and forward as
she lowered herself, and the base of the vibrating dildo pressed
between his balls. She clutched and turned as she rose and fell,
and arched her ass as she came down. Her brain was clouding with
arousal greater than the first time, but she fought against it so
that she could continue her rhythm. His mouth was ajar, and she
again felt pride as she observed his arousal.

She licked at her lips, and lovingly stroked his belly. Her
cleave felt afire around the thrusting hardness of him, and she
found it harder and harder to keep her eyes open. His nostrils
flared as delicious waves of heat rocketed through him.

Suddenly, the phone on his desk rang, and she blinked with
surprise. He turned his head to look toward it, and she expected
him to dismiss it. Instead, he rose up from the waist and drew
her calves forward on the couch. He pushed her feet around behind
him and pivoted on his ass so that he could drop his feet to the
floor. Her movements thrown off, she continued to grip him with
her snatch as she stared at him with bewilderment. He began to
push up from the couch, and she tightened her legs around him as
she moved her hands around to his back.

With her still impaled upon his cock, he walked toward his desk.
Each step thrust his tool within her, and she hugged him tightly.
He stopped, and lifted the receiver. Biting at her lower lip,
Erin began clutching at his tool again, and she pressed her heels
against the base of his back.

"He did, huh?" he said into the phone after listening, "and
without arguing either. Good," he smiled, and listened again as
he arched his hips back and forth to thrust within Erin's quaking
snatch. "Going to add this one to your collection too?" he asked.
"Anybody ever opens that refrigerator, they're sure going to be
puzzled," he chuckled. "Hm?
Yeah, she's about ready," he said, and glanced at Erin's face.
"In a minute or two," he said, and hung up.

He sat back against the edge of the desk, and his hands clasped
her hips. He pulled her closer to him as he thrust, and then
pushed her hips back as he pulled his rod back. She moaned as he
continued. He pushed and pulled, pulled and thrust, and her hands
grabbed at his-
back. Her clit flared, and a flash fire went through her cunt.
She cried out, and his hands held her loins tightly to his as he
twisted his cock from side to side within her. Her mind and body
joined in the joyous paroxysms, and she floated at the peak of
her climax.

Her eyes closed, and her head dropped back. Dimly, she was aware
that they were moving, and then she was being laid down upon his
desk. Her anus just past the edge, the vibrator was turned off,
and her long legs hung loosely.

"Want to go to the next size?" she heard Carla's voice ask.

"Yeah, let's use the double-action harness," he replied, and Erin
wondered what they were talking about, but she felt too blissful
to try and think.

She felt the thongs being unfastened, and she murmured as the
shaft was slid out from her ass. Her heels, her torn stockings,
and her come-
stained garter belt were quickly stripped from her. Almost
giddily, she wondered what the Romes were now going to have her
do.

His come had drained down from the base of her slit, and into her
ass. As a result, she felt no discomfort as her anus was again
probed. She started a bit as a shaft was moved up into her
rectum, and she realized that it was thicker than the last one,
but presently there was no tension left in any of her muscles,
and she took the dildo without difficulty. She hummed happily as
the shaft was moved in and out a few times, and then her eyelids
fluttered. As the anal dildo was moved back into her ass, a
cock's head moved into her cleave.

Groggily, she rose up onto one elbow and looked down to see the
sculpted replica of Jack's big cock being moved up into her cunt.
The two shafts pressed against one another through the thin
membrane separating them, and her eyes closed as they were both
thrust fully into her. She swallowed hard, and again looked down.
The two dildoes were connected by a leather strap. Carla's hand
moved down out of her line of vision to turn a switch, and both
prods began to vibrate within Erin.

Carla pulled Erin forward and onto her feet. Erin's mouth was
ajar, and her eyes were widened and glassy. The whole of her
lower body seemed to quiver like jelly. From the base of the
vaginal dildo hung three leather straps, which were connected to
a leather belt. Carla raised the belt to Erin's waist, and the
straps pulled up from either side of her mound to the insides of
her hips, and up along her slit to the center of her lower belly.

Carla moved around behind Erin and buckled the belt at the small
of her back. Then she reached down and lifted a long strap
hanging from the base of the anal shaft. She slid the strap
through a metal ring hanging from the buckle and upward until the
slack was taken in. The leather pulling between her ass cheeks,
Erin gasped as the tautness of the strap tugged both dildoes
deeper within her. Her mind was reeling with arousal, and she was
having difficulty even following what was happening, much less
thinking about it.

Carla fastened a clasp at the end of the strap to a ring at the
center of a foot-long metal rod. Jack reached around Erin and
took hold of the rod as Carla picked up two leather bracelets
from the desk. She buckled them around Erin's arms just above the
elbows and then picked up a black leather coat. Erin swayed upon
unsteady legs as Carla moved back around behind her and put her
arms into the sleeves. Erin felt the leather move up her arms and
over her shoulders. There were small, circular holes in the
insides of the sleeves just above the elbows and in the rear
sides of the coat. Jack pushed the ends of the metal rod through
the sides, and Carla moved them through the sleeves to connect
the clasps at their ends to the ring, hanging from the arm
bracelets.

"Raise your elbows back," Jack said as Carla adjusted the front
of the coat.

Erin obeyed, and her breath caught. The action forced the rod
higher, which pulled the strap even tighter, and that caused both
vibrating dildoes to work even higher in her cunt and ass.

"Lower them," he said, and she did. "Ah, we've forgotten
something," he said, and Carla picked up a small rubber ball from
the desk.

Carla reached down, and hooked a finger between the center strap
and Erin's slit. Erin gasped as the woman's knuckle rubbed
against the insistent burning of her clit. The ball opened in
half, and was hinged. The center was cut to fit around the strap,
and Carla closed it around the leather, a pin inside it holding
it closed. Carla pulled her finger free, and Erin murmured at
that, and at the press of the ball down against her clit as it
rested in the top of her slit.

Carla raised her damp finger to Erin's open mouth, and Erin
sucked her own juices without thought. Absently, she observed
that she tasted good.

"If you keep your arms relaxed, the holes in the coat will be
concealed," Jack told her, and she nodded. "Lie back on the
desk," he told her, and she did it.

The coat fell back from the sides of her body as she rested upon
her elbows and the top of her ass. She looked down at the leather
belt and straps, and saw how the straps pressed her pubes
forward, and how they were quivering around the base of the dildo
vibrating in her cunt.

Carla came back, and Jack clasped one of Erin's heels so that he
could raise her leg straight out from the desk. Carla slipped a
boot onto her foot, and then zipped it up along the side. The
leather fit tightly to the top, which reached to the middle of
Erin's thigh. The other boot was put on, and she was motioned to
her feet. She almost stumbled, and she looked down to see that
the heels were very high. The coat reached down only a few inches
below the tops of the boots, and she still felt naked when it was
buttoned up.

"Come along," Jack said, and she realized that he had gotten
dressed.

"Where... where're we going?" she asked hesitantly.

"You'll see when we get there, won't you?" Carla said, and pushed
at her elbow.

Erin staggered forward, and just managed to keep her balance.
They left the office, and they walked on either side of her to
their car. Carla opened the passenger's door, and motioned for
Erin to get in. Erin kept her eyes on the car. She felt certain
that the people walking and driving past could tell that she was
bound beneath the coat, and that her snatch and ass were
tremoring around the dildoes imbedded in them. Turning her side
to the car, she leaned forward as she raised her Left leg, and
she fell against the side of the auto as the movement caused the
strap to pull tight, which caused the shafts to probe deeper, and
the ball to press down against her clit.

"Graceful," Carla said with a weary shake of her head, and she
caught Erin's elbow to keep her from falling further, and to push
her into the auto.

The inside of the leather coat had been brushed rough at the
breast, and it chafed against Erin's tapering nipples. Moving to
the center of the front seat, she was slouched down with her
head, shoulders, and upper arms against the back. Her elbows
against the juncture, her forearms were against the seat, and her
ass just rested against the edge. Her legs were open, and were
out before the seat. She groaned softly as her position kept the
shafts pulled deep in the roiling oven of her underbelly, and the
ball pressed down upon her pulsing clit.

Jack and Carla got in on either side of her, and closed their
doors. The car started up, and Erin felt the light vibrations of
the engine added to those of the dildoes. As Jack moved out into
traffic, Carla took a rear view mirror from her purse, and Erin
looked at it with curiosity. Carla pressed the magnetized base to
the dashboard, and adjusted the mirror. Erin blinked as she saw
her cunt, the underarch of her body, and her lower ass reflected.
Her juices having seeped out from under the leather strap, they
gleamed in the curlings of her muff. Her cloven mound was pressed
out to either side, and the cheeks of her ass were also pressed
out. She was having difficulty focusing her eyes, and the
vibrations of her loins and the straps made it even more
difficult. Carla began unbuttoning the coat.

"Must be nice at times to be riding in a truck, a bus, or a van,"
Jack mused, "and be able to look down into cars.''

Erin blinked as his words sank in. The coat was now open to just
beneath her breasts, and her bound cunny, her legs, the outsides
of her ass, and her tensed belly would all he visible to someone
in a higher vehicle.

"Yes, like in that bus we're about to pass," Carla smiled as she
leaned back.

Erin glanced to the side, and saw the bus as they came up on it.
Blushing brightly, she looked back before her, and found herself
looking at the reflection of her palpitating loins. Jack slowed
the car as they moved alongside the bus, and Erin wondered if any
of the passengers were looking down at her. She forced herself to
raise her eyes, and saw that the roof of the car blocked the bus
windows from view. She realized that her face would not be
visible, but only her body, and she felt a sense of pride. She
wondered if she was causing any men to go erect, or any women to
feel envy. The anonymity of her position released her from
worrying about being recognized, and from any sense of shame.

By the time the car came to a halt Erin's orgasms had melted
together, and she floated in a daze of constant pleasure. The
coat was refastened to the tops of her legs, and it flapped away
from her bare thighs as they walked her into a building
Gradually, she became aware that it was her own apartment
building. They came to a stop in front of the elevator, and then
stepped into the car.

As the elevator doors closed, Carla began opening Erin's coat
again, and the leather fell away from the centers of her thighs,
the strap holding the dildo in her cunt, her belly, and the
centers of her tits. Erin looked at her with alarm, afraid that
the car might stop for another passenger. Carla pushed the coat
to the outsides of Erin's tits, and they were bared. She and Jack
stood relaxed as the car rose.

The floor indicator blinked, and the car began to come to a halt.

"I-what should I do?" Erin blurted as her head momentarily
cleared.

"Um," Jack began thoughtfully, "I think you should turn and face
the corner like a good little girl."

She stared at him, but then the doors began to open, and she
turned quickly to press her forehead against the juncture of the
elevator walls. She wondered if it was someone she knew.

"Oh, I'm going down," she heard a woman say, and she recognized
the voice as being that of the building gossip. She felt dread at
the idea that she might be recognized, and also a temptation to
turn around and shock the woman with her nudity, and her
bindings. The doors closed, and the car rose again. It stopped,
and the doors opened.

"Well, are you waiting for a dunce cap, or are you going to come
along?" Carla asked.

Her hands bunched into fists, and Erin forced herself to turn
around. She felt a sudden surge of relief as she saw that the
woman had not gotten into the elevator, but the hallway stretched
away from the open doors, and her apartment seemed very far away.
What if someone came out into the hall? Jack and Carla stared at
her, and she felt her legs moving her forward.

She stared straight ahead, braced against the possibility that
one of her neighbors would come out. Jack and Carla were walking
behind her, and she wondered what they were thinking, and if she
was pleasing them. Finally, they reached her door, and Carla came
forward with the key she had taken from Erin's purse. They
entered the apartment, leaving her standing in the hall, and she
followed them in. She watched them casually walking around as
they looked it over, and she pushed the door closed with her
elbow. The rubber ball shifted against her clit, and she leaned
back against the door as hashes of joy again threw her into a
rapturous mental blur. The air was cool against the juices
seeping from her widened furrow.

"So this is where he fucks the cunt," Carla said from the
bedroom.

"We feel it helps in the treatment if there's activity away from
the offices, and in the home environment," Jack said as he turned
her around.

Her cheek and one tit pressed against the wall as he unsnapped
the leather strap from the metal rod. She murmured as the
pressure of the dildoes and rubber ball eased. He pressed a foot
against the inside of each ankle, and she spread her feet wide
for him. He reached between her legs and turned the vibrators
off. She could determine this only by the lack of humming, the
vibrating in her ass and cunt having been going on for so long
that she still felt it. Dropping the coat back down over her
fanny and thighs, he turned her around and unsnapped the rod from
the arm bracelets. Dimly, she wondered what Carla was doing. He
yanked the leather coat off her, and it fell to the floor. He
refastened the rod to the bracelets, and her elbows were again
held back behind her sides.

He took a leather collar from his jacket pocket, and put it
around her throat. High, it fastened at the back with two silver
clasps. A silver chain hung from the front of it, and the links
were cool against the center of her chest. He raised her right
hand to put a ring on her center finger, and she saw that a
slender chain hung from it. He lifted her left hand to put a
similar ring on its center finger, but it had a small clasp on
it. He pressed the heels of her hands against the outsides of her
breasts, and attached the chain of the one ring to the clasps of
the other. The tips of her center fingers were held together, and
her hands were held against her breasts, which were forced
together. He connected the collar's chain to the ring chain just
beneath her joined fingertips, and her hands were held in place
by them, the rings, and the bracelets and rod. She heard the
shower go on in the bathroom, and wondered why.

He freed the three leather straps hanging from the belt in front
from the vaginal dildo, but left the rubber ball attached. He
then disconnected the rear strap from the belt, and pulled both
dildoes and the connecting strap from her. She gasped as the
shafts came out, a rush of pleasure going through her, but it
still felt as if they were in her after having been vibrating in
her rectum and snatch for so long. She watched him take a wide
silver ring from his pocket, and saw that a short strap connected
it to a second ring, and from that hung a longer strap. Her tits
swelled against her hands, and her nipples burned against her
moist palms as he connected the belt's three front straps to the
ring, and she saw that it framed her lower slit, and the
passageway beyond.

She was turned around again, and she spread her feet. Her hands
and face were against the wall, and her weight pressed her
breasts even more tightly into her hands. He reached under her
and caught the strap hanging from the vaginal ring and pulled the
second ring up between her ass cheeks where it framed her anus,
and held the rounded cushions apart. He snapped the last strap to
the belt, and he opened her slit wide so that the front ring
pressed in to hold her lips separated. The ball rubbed against
her clit as the smooth ring chafed her inner lips, and she
groaned softly.

He turned her around and looked her over for a moment. The
leather gleamed around her throat, above her elbows, around her
waist, down into and alongside her slit, and from the middle of
her thighs to her toes. The silver bar, rings and chains shone
from the collar, from her fingers, across her back, in her opened
cunt, and around her anus. Apparently satisfied with the results,
he pulled her away from the wall, and to the center of the living
room. She saw the familiar, everyday furnishings around her, and
then the open drapes. She wondered if anyone could see in through
the windows, but the thought was interrupted as his hands pressed
down against her shoulders, and she dropped onto her knees before
him.

"Take my cock out," he told her, and she looked up at him in
confusion.

She lowered her eyes to his crotch, and tried to think. She
strained to pull herself free of the euphoria the ball and rings
were creating, and then she leaned forward. Turning her head, she
opened her mouth as she pressed it to the top of his slacks.
Straining, she pushed the cloth back from the zipper, and she bit
at the tab. Finally, she managed to grip it between her teeth,
and she lowered herself to pull the zipper open. Halfway down,
she lost her hold, and had to catch the tab again. On the second
try she managed to fully open it. She was breathing deeply, and
her breasts strained against her hands, and pressed out from
above and below them.

Swallowing hard, she rose up again, and nuzzled her mouth into
his open fly. Her lips felt the thick mound of his flaccid tool,
and she was relieved that it was not erect, which would have
meant having to open his belt, and the clasp of his trousers. The
teeth of the zipper rubbed against her nose and her chin as she
widened her mouth around his shaft. She stretched her tongue out
as far as it would go, and curled it around behind the big trunk.
She pulled with her tongue as she gripped and pulled with her
lips. His length rose, and she strained to keep her hold. Slowly,
inch by inch, she drew his prod out, and it was growing hard
between her Lips and against her tongue. Her breathing was
ragged, and she wondered if he was going to at last let her taste
his come. She had forgotten about the undraped windows.

He curled his fingers in her hair and pulled up.

Quickly, she pushed up to her feet, and he released her. The big
knob of his cock pressed against her. He arched his hips, and the
knob dropped into the silver ring. He thrust, and his immense
member was gliding up into her cunt. The backs of her hands
rubbed against his clothed chest, and she braced the high heeled
boots against the floor. His thumbs hooked in his back pockets,
and he began to thrust in and out, and she groaned. She wished
she could grip his sides, or that he would hold her. The
vibrating dildoes had removed the tension from her muscles, and
she could not tell if her cunny was gripping at him or not.

His prick filled the silver ring, and each of his thrusts tugged
at the straps, which caused the ball to rub against her
palpitating clit, and the rear ring to rub around the bud of her
anus. Her knees felt weak as she came, and only the skewer of his
cock in her kept her from falling to her knees.

She felt his cock piercing her anus, and she groaned as it
stretched her loosened ass even more. The blood pounded in her
head, and only gradually did she become aware of wet flesh
against her back and that his cock was just now sliding out of
her cunt. She blinked her eyes open as he drew his tool from her,
and she glanced back over her shoulder to see Carla.

She realized the woman must have put on the dildo sculpted from
his, or one like it. She felt alarmed at the idea that a woman
was penetrating her. But as the waves of pleasure continued, she
remembered that it had been Carla who had put the first anal
dildo into her and who had put the two dildoes just removed into
her. It did not seem to make much difference if the woman was now
wearing one. She felt Carla's big breasts gliding wetly against
her back.

"I think I'm going to see about getting the car washed," he said
as he zipped his pants back up. "I'd like to fuck her in about...
oh, twenty minutes if you think you'll be through with her by
then," he said to Carla.

"Yes, I think the cunt'll be available then," Carla said, and
Erin bit at her lower lip as they ignored her.

He turned around and went out. Slowly, Erin's eyes began to close
as Carla thrust the dildo in and out of her rectum. Carla thrust
in again, and Erin felt her hips and loins against her fanny.
Carla's hands moved between them, and she stepped back, leaving
the dildo buried in Erin's ass.

Erin swayed drunkenly, and wondered what Carla was doing. Carla
moved around behind her, and then her hand gripped the base of
the shaft projecting from the ring between Erin's ass cheeks.
Erin gasped as Carla used it to turn her, and she faced the
woman. Naked, Carla held a two-headed dildo in her hands. Each
half was the image of Jack's cock, and Erin watched with
fascination as Carla slid half of it into her own cunt. In a
moment, the other half was jutting out from her plumed mound.
Beads of water gleamed from Carla's flesh, and Erin stared
enviously at her big breasts, and at the pale-saffron nubs of her
erect nipples.

Carla stepped forward, and the knob of the dildo pressed into the
front ring. Erin groaned as the big cock moved up where the
original had been only minutes before. Carla's ebony hair rubbed
against the rusty curls of Erin's muff, and her nipples rubbed
against the back of Erin's hands. Erin's ass tightened around the
other dildo as Carla knowingly thrust and turned the prod within
her depths. Erin's mouth opened as her depths flared around the
two huge rods, and her clit burned against the ball. She thought
about the other half of the double-length dildo within Carla's
snatch, and it somehow made her feel better. She wondered if
Carla had ever had the model for the dildo in her, and she felt
ashamed at the thought. Yet, she was sure they were twins, and it
seemed right that a model of his cock was jutting out from his
sister's loins. For some reason, it made the idea of being with
another woman easier for Erin to accept.

Erin's ass tightened and loosened as Carla fucked her cunt, and
she felt the rear prod working itself out of her. Not wanting to
lose the engorged feeling, she found herself pulling with her
muscles, and drawing the dildo back up into her rectum. When she
realized what she had done, she felt a glow of pride. Carla
reached around behind her to clasp the base of the rear shaft,
and she began to pull it out as she pulled the dildo they shared
out. Then, she thrust both back into Erin's recesses, pulled them
back, thrust them in, and continued moving them together. Erin
moaned as carnal rhapsodies played through her. Her orgasms
seemed to have been going on forever.

The front and back cocks began to move in opposite directions,
and she shivered as the one drew out as the other thrust, the one
thrusting as the other drew out. She felt lips against hers, and
she thrust her tongue out hungrily. Gradually, she became
half-aware that it was Carla's tongue licking at hers as they
kissed. She was past caring, and unable to think. Her body
writhed against the woman's, and she moved her hands up and down
as much as she could, rubbing her aching tits against her chest,
and rubbing the backs against Carla's tits and nipples.

She heard Carla murmur, and a feeling of joy went through her
over having caused her pleasure. She realized that Carla was only
holding the dildo by the clutching of her vaginal muscles, and
that she could do the same with the half in her cunt. She gripped
the model of Jack's cock and thrust its duplicate within his
sister's cunt. Carla's tits pressed hard against her hands, and
the woman's hands churned the rear dildo in her rectum. They both
groaned, Carla's arms around Erin helping to keep her on her
feet. Their cunnies twisted together around the thick shaft, and
their mouths writhed together around the swirl of their tongues.

They cried out together. Their shoulders bunched as their bodies
arched together with the focal point of their loins. They
trembled, and their lips parted as they gasped for air. The
maddening eruptions of pleasure began to recede, and they
gradually began to sink down to their knees.

After long minutes, Carla drew back, and her cunt pulled the
dildo from Erin's. They leaned to the side, and Erin dropped to
the carpet. Carla turned before stretching out, and Erin gurgled
happily as soft lips moved over her spread cunt lips, and as a
tongue slid through the ring. Her vision blurred, and she saw the
gleaming prod before her face, and she shifted to take it into
her mouth. As her snatch flamed under the knowing mouth, she
licked and sucked the thick knob and shaft. Then, she recognized
the taste of its coating as being that of her own juices. Her
head cleared for a moment as she realized she was being eaten by
another woman, and that she was sucking the dildo protruding from
the woman's box. Carla's tongue lapped in her hole, and she
ceased to care as the throes of her passion once again took
possession of her.

Erin felt Carla's big breasts shifting against her belly. She
took more of the pseudo-cock into her mouth, and it dawned on her
that she could bite at it without worry of causing pain. Her
teeth pressed into the shaft as she sucked her flavor from it,
and she turned it, and thrust it. Carla moaned as the other half
moved within her.

A festering heat grew in Erin's cleave as Carla licked and kissed
within it. She sucked harder on the shaft, and pulled back.
Carla's vaginal muscles relaxed, the thick length began to slide
out of her. Erin released the exposed end and bit at the shaft
right before Carla's mound. She pulled back again, released the
prod, gripped it again, and pulled it all the way out of Carla.
Carla twisted against her, and she again gripped the prod in
Erin's ass to turn and thrust it. Erin's mouth pressed into the
hot dampness of Carla's cunny, and her tongue licked up into her.

Erin groaned into Carla's nook as she licked the woman's very
long clit, and she sucked at it. Carla's spendings glistened from
Erin's chin, cheeks and nose, and she filled her lungs with the
woman's fragrance. The prod moved in and out of her ass, and the
rubber ball rolled over her clit as Carla's tongue turned and
probed within the broiling oven of her cunt.

They stretched and rolled upon the floor as orgasms flowered
through them. Smiling, Jack stood just inside the door watching
his sister bobbing the model of his tool in and out of Erin's ass
as she tongued the woman, and he watched Erin's lowered face
turning in Carla's spread mound as she sucked at her clit. They
cried out into one another's cleaves, and they were both coming.
Their bodies bucked and bounced against one another's, and the
scents of their spasming cunnies;
blended deliciously in the air.

He moved toward them as their bodies stiffened, and moved around
them as they shook at the apex of their culmination. His eyes
moved over their bodies, over Erin's garb, and over the dildo
Carla had thrust back up into Erin's rectum.

Within a breathless gasp, they rolled back from one another.
Their tits rose and fell, their tightened bellies twitching, and
the light gleamed in the wetness of their still quivering cunts.

Erin's eyes came open as Jack suddenly thrust his cock back into
her. Carla smiled at them, and rose up onto her elbows to watch
the cock the dildoes were modeled from drive in and out of Erin's
clutching snatch. Erin cried out as she came, and her ass twisted
the base of the prod in her ass against the floor.

"Did I take longer than twenty minutes with the cunt?" Carla
asked.

"A few minutes," he said tightly, "but that's all right."

Erin's body screamed with the further acceleration of its
ecstasies, and she felt faint as she came again and again around
his pistoning tool, and her ass clutched around the shaft in her
rectum. Her body twisted and jumped, stretched and bucked against
his, and she gasped with delight as his come began to blast up
into her spasming depths.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Once again dressed, Jack and Carla sat on Erin's sofa, and she
stood before there. They had unbound her hands and arms.

"Strip naked," Jack directed as casually as if asking for a
cigarette.

As Erin removed the bracelets, rings, and collar, she thought
about having sixty-nined with Carla. By her own choice, she had
pulled the dildo out of Carla's cunny so that she could go down
on her, and she had clutched the double-length prod so that she
could fuck her with it. She remembered everything that had
happened yesterday and today with the brother and sister, and it
was too much for her to try and cope with. So she concentrated on
unfastening the leather belt.

She trembled as the ball came away from her clit and the ring
slipped loose from her cunt and as she slipped the dildo out of
her ass. She removed the boots and then straightened. It seemed
absurd, but she realized that she now felt embarrassed. Though
the garments had hardly concealed anything and, in fact, had
exposed her more than she was now exposed, she felt more naked
now. She blushed, and wanted to cover herself as they casually
moved their eyes over her.

"We noted your awkwardness when you were sucking my cock and
Carla came in," Jack said, "and we've decided that you need to
get over your inhibitions about being seen naked. Walk around,
and straighten the apartment as you would normally. Dust, or
whatever," he said, and leaned back with his arms stretched out
atop the back of the couch.

Confused, she stood there for a moment, but the intensity of
their staring eyes caused her to turn. She could feel their eyes
moving over her back and fanny, and she felt self-conscious as
she moved around the room straightening things. She was uncertain
what to do, and so got a dust cloth. They sat silently watching
her bend over, straighten, stretch, and squat to dust all the
furniture in the room. She was aware of every jiggle of her tits
or ass and every shifting of her cunt.

Having dusted every available surface and receiving no further
instructions from them, she got the vacuum cleaner from a closet,
plugged it in, and turned it on. She began to go over the carpet.
The brother and sister watched her, but she became less and less
conscious of being watched, or being naked while they were
clothed.

"I think we could do with something to drink," Carla said.

"Yes, some iced tea, perhaps," Jack said, and Erin turned the
vacuum off.

She prepared the tea and carried the glasses back on a serving
tray. Standing before them, she leaned forward from the waist to
hold the tray toward them. He took his glass and plucked an ice
cube from it as Carla took her glass. He reached out and rubbed
the cube against one of Erin's nipples. Her breath caught at the
sudden chill, and her nipple went erect against the chilling
hardness. He sat back, and a bead of water moved down the
undercurve of Erin's tit from her damp nipple.

"I think we'd like to see how you masturbate now," he said as he
leaned back, and he dropped the cube back into his glass. "Nipple
sweetening beats sugar," he chuckled to himself.

"You-you mean in front of you?" Erin stammered as he sipped his
drink.

"We'd hardly be able to evaluate your technique if you were in
the other room, now would we?" Carla asked with a weary shake of
her head, and Erin stood trying to consider their order.

"Do it," he said, and though he did not speak loudly or
threateningly, there was something in it that made her put the
tray down and take a few steps back from them.

"Standing, or... what?" she said in an apologetic whisper.

"On your knees," he said firmly, and she dropped to them.

Her knees apart, the wet pink of Erin's cleave was spread for
them to view. Nervously, she moved her fingertips along her lips,
and touched her thumbs to either side of her clit. Her
nervousness began to fade, and her fingers flowed along either
side of her furrow, and her thumbs rubbed against the sides of
her clit. Her breasts rose and fell, and her mouth opened with
the deepening of her breath. Her eyelids lowered, and she began
to sway from side to side as her pleasures began to mount. She
did not see Carla reach into her large handbag and take out an
8mm movie camera.

Erin's breath hummed in and out of her as she continued to
masturbate, and she did not hear the whir of the camera as Carla
filmed her performance. Her clit sparked within the wet caress of
her thumbs, and her lips quivered against the stroking of her
fingers. Carla stood, and moved around to her side as she
continued filming.

"Keep at it," Erin heard Jack say, "and move forward on your
knees."

It took a second before she was able to interpret his words
through the carnal confusion of her brain, and she began to inch
forward. Her fingers continued to glide within her cleave as her
thumbs burnished the longing ache of her clit, and her movements
toward him only compounded the agitation in her cleave. Carla
stood up, and moved around her with the camera. Waves of
succulent joy lapped at Erin's brain, and her flesh burned as she
unquestioningly obeyed him. Carla went to one knee behind her so
that she could film the shiftings of her fanny, and the damp base
of her mound as Erin's fingers darted in and out of view.

Erin squinted her eyes to see how much further she had to go, and
she saw that his hardened prod was out of his pants and jabbing
up into the air before her. She moved her knees forward with more
determination upon seeing the prize.

Gasping, Erin moved between his spread legs, and she dropped her
mouth around his thick tool.

"Suck me off, cunt," he said, and the words sounded almost tender
to her enraptured mind.

Her upper arms pressed in against her breasts and pushed them
together as her hands continued moving in her cleave. She licked
at his knob and his dorsal vein as she drew in her cheeks around
him. Hungrily, she pressed her head down so that she could fill
her mouth with him. His eyes lidded, and he smiled as she
energetically sucked at him.

"Relax your throat muscles," he told her as he leaned back, and
he again stretched his arms out atop the back of the couch.

Erin found herself obeying, and his big knob was bobbing in her
throat. Her breath flowed around his wet flesh, and brief chills
mixed with the burning filling his prod. He inhaled deeply with
pleasure and looked past Erin to Carla.

Carla stood between Erin's feet, and she pointed the camera down
at his crotch to film the movements of Erin's mouth around his
cock. Moving back, she pressed her foot against the insides of
both of Erin's feet, and they and Erin's calves moved farther
apart. Carla stretched out on the floor, adjusted her focus, and
moved the lens past Erin's opened ass to just under her cunny so
that she had a close-up of it and Erin's hands. She then moved
around the couch to film the scene from his point of view.

Erin's head moved up and down, and the light gleamed from her
long red hair as she took more and more of his huge prick into
her mouth and throat. Her body curved between her hips and
shoulders, and it was bucking as her snatch convulsed around her
fingers, and her clit raged joyously. She felt the side of one of
the dildoes being turned, and stroked against her lower cunt, but
it was only a small element in her ecstasies, and so she did not
think about it.

Having lubricated the copy of the prod now in Erin's mouth and
throat, Carla pressed its head against the pale pink bud of
Erin's anus. Erin groaned around him as the thick shaft glided up
into her rectum, and she tightened and loosened around it. The
full, rounded cheeks tightened around the girth of the dildo, and
the light glowed from the flecks of pale down surrounding her
stretched aperture as Carla again used the movie camera.

His face tightened, and his hands clutched the top of the couch.
Erin's head pistoned up and down, and she sucked harder at his
throbbing column.

"I'm going to come in your mouth," he said with a shortness of
breath,
"but don't swallow it. Understand?"

Continuing to suck, Erin nodded. She felt delighted that he was
going to let her taste his juices, and that she did not have to
worry about choking, but she also felt disappointed that he was
denying her what he had given the dark-haired woman. Then she
felt his thick length begin to jerk in her mouth. She slid her
mouth and throat up and down around it, and he groaned. His come
blasted free, and it splashed against the roof of her mouth as
she pulled back a little, and washed over her tongue. She came
again, and murmured with happiness as his flavor saturated her
taste buds.

Gradually, the flow of his come lessened, and he began to soften.
Erin gurgled as she let his head slip free of her lips. Her mouth
was filled with the warm thickness of his come. Carla's fingers
curled in her hair, and pulled her head back to raise her face.
Erin caught a glimpse of his satiated expression, and she glowed
with pride. Leaning over, Carla pressed her mouth to Erin's, and
her tongue stretched into her mouth.

Carla licked his come from the insides of Erin's cheeks, from the
roof of her mouth, her tongue and gums. Erin tightened her ass
around the dildo as the woman's tongue caressingly removed his
spend, and she was unaware of his taking up the camera to film
them.

Carla released her, and Erin longingly watched her swallow down
the last of the spend she had sucked from him. Carla sat down
next to Jack, and motioned for Erin to stand. She found her legs
again unsteadily, and she saw the camera.

"You-you were making movies of-" she blurted.

"So you can objectively observe your own behavior," he dismissed
her protest.

Before she could consider the situation' Carla was sliding
another of the dildoes up into her drenched cunt, and she gasped.
The prod pressed against the other through the thin membrane, and
they turned her so that her side was to them. Carla grasped the
front dildo while he held the rear one, and they began to move
them in and out. Her eyes closed to the seesawing movement. One
moment her ass was glutted, and the next her cunt was. Back and
forth moved the shafts.

"Have we covered all the points on the schedule?" he asked Carla
as he thrust the anal prod up into Erin's rectum.

"Just about, I think," Carla nodded as she thrust the vaginal
prod up into Erin's cunny.

"Time does fly when you're busy, doesn't it?" he smiled, and
turned the rear dildo as he pushed it back up Into Erin.

Erin rocked back and forth from her heels to the balls of her
feet as they chattered on, and her body shook between the rise
and fall of the two shafts. The room seemed to tilt, and she felt
that only the rods and their holds on them were keeping her
upright.

"Put the center of your back atop the ottoman," Jack said as he
stood up, and Erin opened her glazed eyes.

They released the prods after they were again both embedded in
her depths, and she turned dizzily to look toward the ottoman. As
she walked toward it, her body shifted around the thick lengths
and she had to steady herself.

She slowly sat down against the edge of the ottoman, and the
prods again moved within her. She reached back to grip the sides
of the ottoman for support, and she leaned back. Her fanny
slipped off, and the round top of the ottoman pressed against her
from the small of her back to her shoulder blades. Her hair
spilled down from her head to the floor, and her legs stretched
out.

"Grab your ankles," he told her, and she slid her feet back as
she stretched her arms toward them.

Her body was curved upward from her shoulders to her knees. Her
thighs spread wide, her calves angled out from under them, and
her hands clutched her ankles. Her arms straightened, she lay
waiting. Her slit was spread around the base of the dildo, and
her juices gleamed from her pink inner flesh.

Her head dangled back, and she saw Carla upside down. Naked up to
the waist, Carla dropped one of the couch's cushions on the floor
behind Erin's head. Erin heard him moving in front of her spread
thighs, and she strained to lift her head. He pulled the shaft
from her nook, and she tightened her grip on her ankles as a wave
of pleasure rolled through her.

Due to her position, her cunt remained open. She watched as he
attached the lower part of a metal figure-eight to the base of
the dildo, and she wondered what he was doing. Two elastic straps
hung from the top of the upper circle. Naked, he slid his cock
through the metal ring and began to harden as he reached behind
him to connect the two straps. Now, two identical looking cocks
thrust out from him, one a duplicate, the other its model. Less
than a half-inch separated them.

He removed the prod from her ass and knelt between her thighs.
She dampened her lips with expectancy, and dropped her head back
to see Carla kneeling on the cushion behind her. Carla was
sliding half of the double length dildo up into her ass.

Erin's bowed body trembled as he entered her cunt and rectum at
the same time. He drew back, and thrust, and the matched shafts
moved together. Her hands upon her hips, Carla arched her fanny
back, and the head of the exposed half of her dildo pressed
against Erin's mouth. Her lips parted, and she sucked the copy of
the cock in her rectum.

His eyes lidded as he pushed the dildo up into her snatch, and
his cock up into her backside. He could feel the dildo against
the top of his shaft as they slid in and out together. Erin
groaned with pleasure around Carla's phallus, and she sucked and
bit at it to move the other half about in Carla's box. She could
still taste the residue of his come in her mouth as she mouthed
the image of his cock. Her loins and ass thrust against his twin
thrustings.

Erin squirmed upon the ottoman, and her straightened arms
trembled as she clutched her ankles tighter. Her tensed thighs
quivered to either side of him as he drove his cock and its
duplicate into her ass and cunt. His face was flushed with
excitement, and his sac slapped up under her rounded fanny.

Her torso arched, and her tits thrust upward imploringly. Erin
almost growled around the phallus jutting from Carla's lush ass.
Her clit pulsed faster and faster, and her entire body began to
shake until she thought she would explode.

Carla's knees dug into the pillow, and she dropped her hands to
the carpet as the prod in her ass moved faster. Her fingers
clawed the thick nap. Her mouth open, she raised her face and
began thrusting her luxuriant ass back toward Erin's voracious
mouthings. Volcanic eruptions of heat burst within her bowels,
and she gasped as she came.

His come came free of his balls, and his big tool began to jab
back and forth in Erin's rectum, the dildo doing the same in her
cunt. She cried out with satisfaction. She could not tell that
there was any separation between her passageways, nor that both
shafts were not hosing come up into her quaking depths. He and
his sister dropped away from her.

Erin could no longer keep her hands closed, and her ankles
slipped free. Her feet slid forward till her legs were
straightened. Her hands dropped to the floor, and her head lolled
back. Saliva flecked her lips, her juices gleamed from her
cleave, and his come seeped from between her plush buttocks.

After a time, Erin heard the shower running again, and then they
were looking down at her. They were dressed, and Erin felt a pang
of disappointment when she noticed that Carla was carrying her
handbag.

"You-you're going?" she asked in a small voice, and pressed one
hand to the floor to push herself partially up.

"Yes," Jack nodded with just a hint of a smile, "we've other
business to see to."

"Oh, I..." she faltered as she pushed up onto her feet, but could
not think what to say, or to do. She had forgotten that she was
naked, and even that his come gleamed upon her ass and thighs.
She wondered if she should see them to the door like a good
hostess. It made no sense to her, but she did not want them to
go.

"At exactly five thirty-five," Carla said as she drew the
double-length dildo out of her bag, "we want you to stick this up
your cunt until you come."

Erin's head nodded as she reverently took the prod. She thought
that it had been washed, but then she realized that it was not
the same as the other and was more flexible.

"Yes, it bends, but will return to that form," Jack told her.
"While you've got the image of my cock in you, I want you to lean
forward as you bend the other half up so you can lick it. You are
to think of both halves as my cock itself, and we expect you to
treat it accordingly,"
he said. "Do you understand?"

"Y-yes," she whispered, knowing she should say the opposite, but
wanting to do it.

"You will let no one else see it. Not Ben, not anyone," Carla
told her, and she again nodded.

Feeling displaced, she stood naked in the middle of her living
room with a doubled replica of Jack's cock in her hands. They
opened the hall door, and Carla turned to look back as he moved
out of view.

"If you feel you've done an adequate job with your mouth and
cunt, you can shove it up your ass," Carla said with a note of
generosity.

"Th-thank you," Erin was amazed to hear herself say.

The door closed behind Carla, and Erin stood staring at it for
several minutes. She wondered why she was doing the things she
was doing without protests or questions, and was even thanking
them. It was as if she was held enthralled by some drug, some
hypnotic power, and yet she knew it was neither of these things.
There was something within her that responding hungrily, and she
knew that at five thirty-five she would take the dildo into her
cunny and mouth. She would perform as if it was Jack's cock, and
as if she was trying to create as much pleasure as was humanly
possible, if only so that she could then take it up into her ass,
which had been virginal until only a few hours ago.

She looked down at the doubled replica of his huge prod, and she
wished she was holding the original

Later that afternoon, Ben stood in Carla's office. The drapes
were drawn, and the only illumination was from the dimmed
sunlight, and the lamp on her desk. He had knocked, and she had
called out for him to enter. She told him that she would be with
him in a minute, and he had closed the door. Now, she put her pen
down and sat back. He stared at the way her big tits strained the
white silk of her blouse.

"Did you bring it?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered, and took the bottle from his jacket pocket.

"Looks like you shot a good-sized wad," she remarked, and he
found himself feeling pride over it.

She stood up and he saw that she was wearing leather pants that
fit her statuesque legs snugly. She came around the desk, and
stood between it and him. The waistband of her pants snapped over
itself, and the crotch was a separate piece of leather that
snapped to the pants themselves.

"Remove the crotch piece of my pants," she said, and his cock
throbbed with anticipation as he realized he was now going to see
her naked. He moved closer to her, and reached out to unsnap the
long triangle of leather. "It will be easier if you kneel," she
said, and he hesitated.

Feeling that she was going to have him eat her, he remembered
having wondered about her taste as he had eaten Erin. He went to
his knees before her. He took hold of the triangle, and the snaps
gave sharp popping sounds as they came free. He lowered the
leather and saw her cunt framed by the pants. He moved his eyes
up and down the full mound with its plume of silky black hair,
and his breathing deepened. He looked up at her so that he would
be certain. The lamp was behind her, and her face was shadowed.
The light haloed her ebony mane of hair, the white silk, and the
leather.

"Lick my cunt," he heard her sensuous voice say, and he leaned
forward to touch his lips to her slit.

Her flesh was as soft as the wisps of hair, and he kissed the
whole of her mound. He filled his lungs with the fragrance of her
cunt, and then began to move his lips and tongue up and down the
lips of her sex. He shifted before her, and raised his hands to
the tops of her thighs. His hands closed against the leather of
her pants, and he slid his tongue into her furrow.

The blood was roaring in his ears as he tasted the delicious
nectar of her secretions, and he burrowed his mouth into her
cleave. He felt elation as she murmured, and he worked his tongue
as high as he could in her. He licked and kissed all of her nook
that he could reach, and then began to raise his mouth toward her
clit.

He hesitated for an instant as his lips felt for her clit so that
they could press the folds of the hood from her pearl. Instead,
he found that the inner flesh was already back from her erect
clit due to its size. It extended at least three times as far as
Erin's.

He pursed his lips to collar the base of her hardened node, and
he began to suck at it as his tongue washed over its tip. She
shifted her leather-encased fanny back against the edge of the
desk. He rotated his face from side to side, and worked it within
her gash as he caressed her thighs through the grip of the
leather.

She murmured with pleasure as his lips tightened and loosened
around the throb of her apex. His tongue skimmed across the
burning peak, and she slid her fingers through his hair as her
shoulders bunched. She shook against him as an orgasm flared, and
her hands tightened to pull him harder against her.

Her juices washed over his lower face, and he moved his hands
around to grip the luxuriant globes of her ass. His cock shoved
out against his pants as his excitement grew with his success.
She twisted her loins against him and bucked her clit between his
lips. Her face lifted, and her mouth began to open wide. He
licked faster. Her underbelly convulsed with ecstasy, and she
cried out in a strangled gasp. Her body vibrated against him as
she came, and he continued to lick and suck.

Slowly, she sat back, and her hands pressed his head back from
her drenched cleave. Both of them were gasping for breath. He
looked up from her mound and past her proud tits to her shadowed
face. The lamplight that came from behind her gleamed from his
wet mouth, chin and cheeks.

"Ever tasted your come?" she asked as she began to catch her
breath.

"What?" he asked with confusion. "Uh, yeah... because of
curiosity," he explained with a feeling of embarrassment.

'`No, not just dabbing your finger in it so you can take a lick,"
she said with a laugh, "but a full load like I swallowed
yesterday-like you want Erin to swallow.

"Uh, no," he admitted as he shifted on his knees.

"Um," she nodded, and he found himself feeling guilty for having
had her do something he had not. "Then do it now," she told him
as she lifted the bottle

from the desk, and she held out the container of his come.

His hand lifted, and the bottle was in it. He stared at it as he
hesitated. He glanced up to see if she was now smiling, hoping
she had been joking. Her eyes glared at him, and he began to feel
that he would not be able to come in Erin's mouth if he did not
do as Carla said. He wondered what she would do if he refused.
His eyes lowered to the opulent weights of her tits, and he
wondered if they looked as firm when bared. His fingers rubbed
the bottle nervously. He lowered his head to look at it, and he
saw her ripe mound. Her ebony plume gleamed with her juices, and
when he inhaled he could smell her fragrance. He opened the
bottle.

He looked down at the spunk and reminded himself that it had come
from his own body. He braced himself, and quickly threw it back
like a shot of whiskey.

"All of it," he heard her say, and he forced himself to swallow
as he curled his little finger around the inside of the bottle.
He sucked the remainder from his finger, and let out a deep
breath. His eyes refocused on her cunt, and he again became aware
of his throbbing tool.

"Replace my crotch piece," she said, and he looked up with
disappointed surprise. "You've shot one load with me today, and
we wouldn't want you to crap out with Erin tonight, would we?"
she said.

"No, I... I guess not," he muttered as he was reminded of his
reason for being there in the first place.

"Did you like the taste?" she asked as he reluctantly from the
desk, and she held out the container of his come.

His hand lifted, and the bottle was in it. He stared at it as he
hesitated. He glanced up to see if she was now smiling, hoping
she had been joking. Her eyes glared at him, and he began to feel
that he would not be able to come in Erin's mouth if he did not
do as Carla said. He wondered what she would do if he refused.
His eyes lowered to the opulent weights of her tits, and he
wondered if they looked as firm when bared. His fingers rubbed
the bottle nervously. He lowered his head to look at it, and he
saw her ripe mound. Her ebony plume gleamed with her juices, and
when he inhaled he could smell her fragrance. He opened the
bottle.

He looked down at the spunk and reminded himself that it had come
from his own body. He braced himself, and quickly threw it back
like a shot of whiskey.

"All of it," he heard her say, and he forced himself to swallow
as he curled his little finger around the inside of the bottle.
He sucked the remainder from his finger, and let out a deep
breath. His eyes refocused on her cunt, and he again became aware
of his throbbing tool.

"Replace my crotch piece," she said, and he looked up with
disappointed surprise. "You've shot one load with me today, and
we wouldn't want you to crap out with Erin tonight, would we?"
she said.

"No, I... I guess not," he muttered as he was reminded of his
reason for being there in the first place.

"Did you like the taste?" she asked as he reluctantly lifted the
triangle of leather up in front of her cunt. "Of your come?"

"It, uh, wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be," he shrugged, and
found his hands unsteady as he pressed the snaps closed around
her cunny.

"And of my come?" she asked with a smile as he finished.

"It was... delicious," he said as he looked up at her.

"If you're a good boy, perhaps I'll let you have some more," she
said with a tone of generosity. "Would you like that?"

"Yes. Yes, I would," he confessed, and started to ask if he could
see her fully naked, and ball her, but she then turned to move
back behind her desk.

"Here," she said as she suddenly jerked the crotch piece loose,
and she tossed it at him. "Kiss the inside before you go."

"Go?" he asked.

"Yes, we've an appointment tomorrow at the same time," she
nodded, and sat down.

"Oh," he murmured, and found his hands holding the leather before
his mouth. He pressed his lips to it, and found that it held her
scent, and so he moved his tongue over it. Her taste was in the
leather too.

"Good, a real kiss," she smiled, and held out her hand.

He stood and handed her the leather. She put it on the desk and
picked up her pen to begin writing again. He saw her naked cunt
pressed out against the seat of her chair. Not knowing what to
do, or to say, he finally turned. Closing the door behind him,
his confused frustration was eased a bit by the thought that the
next afternoon session should have him fucking her naked body.

"Hope he doesn't trip," Jack chuckled, and stood up from a chair
in a darkened corner of Carla's office, "over that hard-on he's
got."

"He'll trip," Carla grinned, "and fall into Erin."

"If she's managed to get off that double-duty dick."

Erin had managed to put the double-length dildo away, if with
great reluctance, and she was happy to find that Ben was as horny
as she was. She was also happy that he did not ask her about her
session with the Romes, and he was happy that she had not wanted
to talk about their sessions.

With a shy little grin, she stretched out on her belly atop the
bed, and slipped a pillow under her hips, and her damp nook. He
stood at the foot of the bed with a delighted grin.

"Put your cock up my cunt," she said as she looked back over her
shoulder, and was delighted that she had said it without halting.

Her plush ass cheeks wiggled against his belly as he slid up into
her, and she took his hands to slip them between her tits and the
bed. His arousal at a peak, he did not think of Carla as he and
Erin balled. Erin tightened and loosened her cunt around him as
she turned and thrust. Orgasms flashed through her, and she came
as she felt his come being pulled from him to gush into her
depths.

Feeling quite accomplished and victorious, she smiled as she saw
his expression of blissful satiation.

She slid down between his legs, and he blinked free of his
euphoria as he realized that she was sucking their mixed tastes
from his cock. His cock began to harden within her mouth, and he
pushed up onto his elbows to watch with stunned joy.

His prick eventually began to buck within her suckling mouth, and
he fell back with a moan as he came. Erin wanted to swallow the
hot juices splashing over her tongue, but her throat constricted,
and she could not. It made no sense to her, but not having been
able to swallow Jack's spend seemed to be keeping her from
swallowing Ben's.

He saw her lift her head from his cock after he had gone soft,
and she put his spunk in a tissue. She looked at him
apologetically, and he drew her into his arms to kiss her. The
changes in her attitudes were so great that it did not matter to
him, nor did he feel like questioning how the changes had been
arrived at. As his tongue and hers moved together, he tasted his
come, and was glad that Carla had thought about him having a need
for it with Erin. With that, he again thought of Carla, and that
he might be able to ball her the next afternoon. Erin was
thinking about swallowing Jack's come, and she wondered what
would follow the bindings, eating Carla, and all the rest of the
things they had already instructed her to do.


CHAPTER EIGHT

Carla had phoned early to tell Erin to meet her for brunch to
talk about her progress. After the two previous days, Erin felt a
degree of relief since she could not imagine what they might have
planned for her next. The booth Carla had indicated was in the
rear corner of the near empty restaurant, and the seat curved
back around the table. It was secluded, and Erin was happy for
the privacy because of what they would be talking about.

She sat sipping a cup of coffee as she waited, and she remembered
all that she had done with Carla the day before. She found
herself blushing, and wondered if she could look the woman in the
eye.

"Move over," Jack said, and she looked up with surprise as he
slipped into the booth.

Confused, she nonetheless followed his instructions and moved
around until they were both seated at the back of the booth.

"Take my cock out," he said as he picked up a menu.

"H-here?" she asked with surprise, and she saw her waitress begin
to move back toward them.

"Now," he said, and he turned his eyes to her.

A shiver of fear went through her, and she quickly dropped her
hands into his lap to unzip his pants. The fear was not of
physical pain, but of displeasing him. The sound of the zipper
opening sounded very loud to her. The waitress was only two
booths from them. Erin tugged his hardening cock free of his
pants, and the huge column jutted up.

"Hold it with your hand," he said, and she curled her hand around
the hot thickness.

The waitress came to a stop before them, and smiled.

"Yes, I'd like some eggs, orange juice, and coffee," he said
pleasantly, and Erin realized that his prod and her hand were
blocked from the woman's view by the table top.

The woman nodded and moved away. Her hand was gripping him very
tightly, and her heart was pounding.

"Get down on all fours under the table," he said, and she started
to protest, but then remembered the coldness that had been in his
eyes when she had questioned him before.

Trembling with nervousness, she glanced toward the rest of the
restaurant, and saw that she would not be in anyone's line of
vision. She slipped off the seat and onto her knees. She leaned
to the side and moved her head and body beneath the table so that
she could place her hands on the floor. He shifted behind her,
and she felt him flip the skirt of her dress up over her back.
Her legs, hips, and her panties were bared.

He placed his feet between her calves and pushed them to have her
angle them out from her knees. He reached under the table and
grasped her hips as he pressed his feet back against the front of
the seat. He slid forward so that his hips were against the edge
of the seat. and he pulled her hips back toward his en gorged
tool. She felt afraid of being discovered-and excited.

His fingers curled between her hips and her panties, and she
started as he suddenly tore the garment open. She wondered if it
had sounded as loud as she thought it had. He pulled her closer,
and she angled her feet out farther. He lifted her slightly, and
she inhaled sharply as his knob pressed between her legs and into
her cunt. Her hands clutched at the floor as he slid his length
up into her quaking underbelly, and she found herself happily
greeting his return by tightening around him.

Realizing that the position did not make it possible for him to
move too much, she began to lean forward on her hands and knees,
and then to lean back so that she slid down his shaft, and then
back up it. His prod pressed up against her as she slid, up and
down it, and she began tightening and loosening herself around
him. She wished that she could see his face so that she would
know if he was pleased or not. She felt hot, and her hair spilled
around her face as she moved her body faster. Her cunt was
palpitating, and her clit throbbed deeply.

Her lips parted, she squinted as an orgasm began to flower within
her depths, and then she blinked her eyes open. The waitress's
feet and legs came to a halt just in front of her. He shifted
back an inch, and she bit at her lower lip. She knew that the
woman could not see her because of the table, but she realized
just how public her fucking of Jack's pole was. She wondered if
the woman could smell her flowing juices.

"Has the lady left?" the waitress asked.

"No, she'll be back," he said as he shifted his hips gently from
side to side.

"Would she like some more coffee?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you," he replied, and Erin watched the legs turn and
move away out of her line of vision.

He pressed his loins against her again and thrust back high into
her roiling depths. Her face turned from side to side, and her
hair whipped like flames. His tool pistoned back and forth
beneath the aching longing of her clit, and she gasped for
breath. She wanted to cry out her passion. As if through gauze,
she heard sounds, and forced her head to lift so that she could
look. The waitress had returned, and his hips again moved back.

"Here's the coffee and your food, sir," the woman said.

Erin's snatch clutched desperately at his knob, and his upper
shaft.

"Ah, very good," he replied. "Say, I hope business isn't always
this slow."

Erin pushed her straightened arms down against the floor and
lifted her knees from it so that she could shove her yearning
nook back onto his huge cock.

"Oh no, it'll start picking up again soon," the waitress said.
"Will there be anything else?"

"Yes. I think the lady joining us would like to order, wouldn't
you, Carla?"

Erin's eyes opened, and she saw Carla's shapely legs move past
the waitress's, and around behind the table. She sat down, and
Erin could see up her short crepe skirt to where the full mound
of her cunt nestled with its ebony plume. She twisted her own
cunt around Jack's cock, mindless of the waitress now, and she
did not hear Carla's order.

"And how are we doing?" Carla asked as the waitress departed.

"Um, the service isn't bad," he chuckled, and nodded down toward
Erin's squirming ass.

"Say, she looks familiar," Carla mused. "Oh, of course, it's...
oh, what did we call that ass and cunt?"

"Now, let's not forget the mouth, hands, and tits," he said as he
twisted his prod from side to side in Erin's drenched nook.

"Yes, you're right. That red bush around that pink pussy... Erin.
Yes, it's Erin, isn't it?" she chuckled. "Is it on the menu?"

"Certainly. Want some?" he asked, and Erin squeezed her eyes
shut.

"It is on the menu," Carla laughed as she looked at it. "Tongue."

He gripped Erin's hips and moved over a little as he turned her
toward Carla. Her eyes damp, Erin saw Carla's graceful hands
slide her skirt up almost to the tops of her legs. She shifted
and craned her neck upward so that she could press her face
between the statuesque thighs. The skirt brushed against the top
of her head, but there was still enough light to see Carla's
cunny, and she could just detect the rich fragrance of it. She
pressed her mouth to the soft black featherings, and her tongue
opened the plump envelope of Carla's sex.

As she twisted her cunt back around his thrusting cock, Erin
burrowed her lower face into Carla's mound. The woman's juices
bathed her chin, cheeks, and nose as she licked up into the hot
softness. She found she could at least murmur now. Her hands
caressed Carla's shapely calves.

"Ah, the waitress with your food," Jack said, and Carla's hand
pressed Erin's head back down beneath the concealment of the
table.

The air was cool against her damp face, and Erin tried to catch
her breath quietly as she felt his cock pull hack a bit. Carla
extended her leg, and her arched foot pressed up against Erin's
face. Erin stared at it uncomprehendingly for a moment, and then
began to kiss and lick it. Carla turned the foot from side to
side, and Erin removed her shoe so that she could attend it all,
and suck the long toes.

The waitress left, and Erin heard the sounds of them eating as
she sucked and licked Carla's toes. Then, he shifted behind her,
and he raised one of his legs up onto the seat along with one of
hers. He moved her thigh over his hip and along his side, and she
curled her calf behind him. Their outside legs were off the edge,
and their feet were on the floor. She felt his one calf against
her stomach, his thigh between her and the back of the seat.

With a lift of her foot, Carla indicated that Erin should stop,
and raise her head and torso also. Because of the curve of the
booth seat, both he and Carla were able to lean back as they
turned toward one another with Erin between. Carla curled her
inside leg upon the seat and drew Erin up over it to return her
face to her cunt. Erin felt the woman's calf against her swollen
tits, and she again began to eat her. Erin's hands caressed
Carla's thighs and hips, and Carla dropped her skirt back over
Erin's head.

Rocking back and forth off his ass, Jack continued jabbing his
thick length in Erin's suckling cleave. He left her skirt up
around her waist, and they watched her ass tightening and
loosening as it moved back and forth.

"Poor dear does seem to be hungry," Carla said with mock concern
as Erin's mouth continued to nuzzle in her. "Perhaps... a little
butter,"
she smiled, and Erin blinked as a butter knife pressed a patty of
butter between her ass cheeks. "And maybe some sausages," Carla
said as she put the knife down.

The woman's stomach pressed against the top of Erin's head as she
leaned forward. Erin gasped within the sweltering cove of her
cunt as she felt Carla press a sausage into her anus.

"I think I'm going to leave a tip," he said shortly, and Erin
felt him tense beneath her.

Erin's mouth pulled wide within Carla's furrow as she felt his
massive tool buck and jab within her. Carla's taste saturated her
mouth, and her scent filled her lungs as her brother's hot come
jetted up into her. Erin muffled her groan of ecstasy within
Carla's sex. Carla's calf tensed beneath Erin's tits, and twisted
up against them. Her loins thrust against Erin's face as her
thighs gripped Erin's head, and her calf pushed downward. His
cock began to spurt out the last of his juices, and Erin felt
Carla's foot move under her belly to her cunt. The toes, damp
with her own saliva, curled against her clit just above his
twitching rod. Erin came again as the sister's toes and the
brother's cock swirled in her churning gash. Carla stiffened as
Erin's mouth writhed against her clit, and she was coming too.

The three became still as they sought to catch their breaths.
After a minute, they shifted around, and they let Erin sit up.
Between them, she glanced down to see his reddened cock gleaming
with her juices, to see her uncovered cunt overflowing with his
come and hers, and to see Carla's slit shimmering with her saliva
and the woman's juices. Still breathless, Erin brushed her hair
back from her flushed face. She lifted a napkin, and dabbed her
face dry of Carla's spendings.

Carla lifted her coffee cup, took a sip, and then looked over
toward his lap. Erin leaned back as Carla stretched over, her
hand guiding the cup between his legs. Erin and Jack both watched
as Carla lifted his now soft prick to dunk it in the luke-warm
coffee, and then stirred the coffee with it.

"Always like half-and-half cream with my coffee," Carla smiled at
Jack, and he laughed, and Erin found herself smiling.

"Did you use up all the butter?" he asked Carla as he picked up a
long roll.

"There's plenty available," Carla said, and he looked down at
Erin's bared cunny.

She watched as he pressed the roll between her lips, and then
turned it within her wet box. Her breath caught at the movement.
He lifted the roll, and she watched through lidded eyes as he
tasted it. She felt a sudden exaltation that he should be tasting
her spendings.

"Here," Carla said as she lifted another roll, and they watched
her turn it within her own furrow. "Try the taste comparison
test," she said as she held the roll out to him.

Erin watched him take a bite of the roll, consider the taste, and
then take another bite from the one with her nectar on it.

"Gosh, I can't be sure," he said, mimicking someone on a TV ad.

"Good hard rolls," Carla said as she lifted a third one. "Great
for sopping up gravy," she remarked, and she pressed it into
Erin's slit.

Erin's hands gripped the seat, and her legs spread wider as Carla
worked the roll up into her. They continued talking, and as her
head began to clear a little, Erin became aware that they had not
been talking to her, or looking at her. They seemed only to be
aware of her cunt. She wondered if Carla had not been joking, but
actually saw her only as a cunt, an ass, a mouth, hands, and
tits. While she felt hurt, she also felt excited by the thought.
She loved Ben, and he loved her, and their sex life was becoming
good. She wondered if affection from Jack and Carla might not be
actually distasteful. She did not understand why, but she was
enjoying what was happening. Again, the thoughts were becoming
too confusing, and she concentrated on the hard roll she held in
her cunt.

The waitress came back to see if they wanted anything else before
she totaled their check. Erin wondered what she would think if
she could see their bared loins beneath the table and when she
found her torn panties on the Door beneath the table. The
waitress moved away.

"Clean my cock, and wipe off the seat," Jack said as he took out
his money, and Erin leaded over to suck their juices from his
prod.

She wiped the seat between their legs and hers, returned his cock
reluctantly to his pants, and zipped him up. He put the tip on
the table, and he and Carla moved to leave at each end of the
booth's curved seat. Erin stared at them for a moment as they
walked away, and then she quickly got up to follow.

Back at her apartment, Erin looked at Carla's big handbag, and
wondered what it held today. Remembering the cuffs and straps,
she moistened her lips.

"The dildo," he said, and held out his hand.

Erin opened a closet, and moved a chair before it to stand on,
and she took down a long box. Opening it, she carried it to him,
and he smiled as he saw the doubled copy of his tool lying on
pink silk.

"Like it was in your cunt, ay?'' he smiled.

"Y-yes," she nodded with a shy smile.

"Did you obey yesterday afternoon?" he asked, and she nodded.
"Well enough to shove it up your asshole?"

"Yes," she admitted, and then she blinked as she saw Carla taking
the movie camera out of her purse.

"Strip," he said abruptly as he took the box from her hands.

She looked from him to the camera, suddenly uncertain, and he
grabbed the front of her dress in both hands. He jerked downward,
and she let out a startled cry as he ripped the garment from her.
His hands moved again, and the last shreds were torn from her.
She stood wide-eyed before him, and her bra and shoes were all
she wore. His fingers curled around the bra between her tits, and
he yanked. She staggered as the thin fabric tore, and almost fell
off her heels. She balanced herself. Her heart was pounding.

"I didn't ask if you would like to. That's understood," he said
as he tossed the remnants of the bra aside, and Erin was unaware
that Carla had been filming them. "Bend over," he said, and she
quickly did it. Her ass thrust up and back, and he moved around
behind her. "Okay, work the sausage out with your muscles," he
said.

She started to protest that she could not, but then she
remembered how she had moved the dildo Carla had thrust up her
ass. She concentrated on tightening and loosening the muscles
outward, and she felt the sausage begin to shift.

"Good," he nodded when she had finished, and she felt pleasure
over having pleased him. "Now, grab your ankles," he said, and
Carla handed him something from her bag.

He went to one knee beside her, and Erin saw that he held four
black leather cuffs that were connected by a small X of silver
links. He fastened the cuffs around her wrists, and had her
release her ankles so that the other two could be fastened around
them. He stood up, and she realized that now she could not
straighten up. She felt a surge of panic, and became aware of how
vulnerable her ass was. She felt unsteady balanced on her high
heels.

Jack moved out of her range of vision, and Carla walked slowly
around her to film her. She heard sounds from behind her, and
then he was taking hold of her hips. He pulled back, and her
weight broke the heels off her shoes, but she did not fall. He
slid her several feet back, and then put her down on her back.
Her arms were stretched up toward her legs where the cuffs held
her wrists and ankles together.

She saw a rope dangling from the ceiling, and saw that a
heavy-duty hook was screwed into one of the ceiling beams. She
could not remember if it had been there before, and wondered if
they had somehow gained entry when she was not there, or when she
was not aware of it. He attached one end of the rope to the X of
links, and then began to pull in the slack with the other end.
The rope went taut between his hands and the hook, and then
between it and her cuffs. Carla continued filming as Erin began
to lift off the floor.

The attachment of the rope to the cuffs was such that her back
remained fairly close to parallel with the floor, and her thighs
angled toward her head. Her hair hung down from her head, and it
too lifted from the floor. Erin felt frightened. The cuffs pulled
at her ankles and wrists, but did not truly hurt. It was the
total helplessness of her situation. Carla put down the camera
and took the rope beneath his hands to tie it securely around one
of the heavy couch's legs.

He let go of the rope, and Erin gasped as she dropped an inch.
Her head hanging back, she saw them' upside down. He moved around
her and took note of how her wrists being bound together forced
her arms in against the outsides of her wide-based tits, and
pushed them together. Her shapely legs were accented, and her
rusty bush showed between their tops and above her opened ass. He
casually slapped one buttock, and she swung to the side, and then
back and forth before she gradually came to rest.

Erin saw Carla remove her skirt, and the woman walked toward her.
Her dark plumed cunt was level with Erin's mouth, and Erin parted
her lips.

"Anxious, isn't she?" Carla said. "Didn't get enough to eat at
the restaurant, huh, poor little thing?" she said mockingly, and
she gripped Erin's shoulders to suddenly thrust her to one side.

The rope twisted, and Erin spun around toward Jack, and she saw
that he was now naked. Her face moved toward his semi-erect cock.

"No, you have her mouth first," he said, and his hands pushed
against Erin's shoulders to keep her spinning in the same
direction.

"I like this version of spin-the-bottle, don't you?" Carla said
as she kept Erin going.

"Sure, you get a mouth one way, and a cunt and ass the other," he
smiled, "and so nobody loses."

Erin was growing dizzy as they continued spinning her, and she
closed her eyes. The rope creaked with the tension. She saw the
room blurred by her speed, and saw Carla's cunt and his cock
blurring together. She moved back around toward him, but he did
not touch her shoulders. She swung past him and slowed. Slowly at
first, she began to move back the other way, and then she was
spinning faster and faster. She closed her eyes. The rope
continued untwisting, and her momentum caused it to start
twisting in the opposite direction.

His hands closed around her hips. Her mind was spinning still
with vertigo. His cock thrust up into her ass, and Carla's cunt
pressed against her mouth. Her head reeling, she licked up into
Carla's slit as she clutched her rectum around his hard prod.
They let go, and she spun around again. Stepping up onto a stool,
Carla rubbed her cunt against the base of Erin's, and he thrust
his cock into her mouth. She rubbed her burning slit against the
woman's, and sucked hard at his big bone. They released her to
spin again, and he was suddenly rubbing the underside of his
shaft in her furrow as Carla pressed her fanny to her face.

Around and around, back and forth Erin moved. All thoughts were
lost in the spinning, and she ceased being able to differentiate
between cock and dildo, or cunt and ass, and between her own
mouth, cunt and ass. She was in a carnal whirlpool, and did not
resist. Orgasms erupted within the merry-go-round of her body.
Come smeared and splashed against her face, against and within
her ass and cunt, and in her mouth.

She was unaware of when she stopped spinning since her mind and
senses remained blurred for long minutes afterward. When her head
cleared, she saw Jack and Carla looking refreshed. He nodded to
Carla, and she unfastened the cuffs from Erin's ankles.

Erin's legs dropped, and her feet touched the floor. She was glad
for the wrist cuffs and the support of the rope, because her legs
would not support her weight. The wrist cuffs jerked up, and Erin
looked around to see Jack pulling on the rope to raise her up
higher. Her heels lifted from the carpet, and then the balls of
her feet, and her toes were just grazing it.

Her arms were drawn tight and pressed against the sides of her
face. The contours of her arms and shoulders were accented, and
her pectorals stood out in relief, and raised her breasts high.
Her belly was tightened, and the shallows to either side were
deepened, as were the dimples at the base of her back. Her long
legs hung apart, and the tendons at the insides of her rounded
thighs were accented. Her face damp with perspiration, strands of
her hair clung to her face, and her shoulders.

Carla held the rope taut, and he retied it around the couch leg.
Erin's pink tongue broke the seal of her lips, and moistened
them. The rope groaned against the hook. They moved behind her,
and she pushed her head back so that she could turn her eyes in
their direction. They moved past her, and he turned to face her
when he was three feet past. Carla stood right before her. Erin
looked into her face and wondered what they were going to do now.
A hint of a smile played on Carla's lips.

"I'm hungry," Carla said, and her fingers slid into the damp
curlings of Erin's muff.

Erin's eyes closed, and her brow furrowed as the backs of the
woman's fingers pressed in to one side of her nook, and the back
of her thumb against the other. She had forgotten about the roll.
Carla got hold of it, and began sliding it out. It was no longer
hard, but was not softened enough to break up. She groaned as it
came free. She raised her eyelids slightly, and saw Carla
touching the roll to her mouth. Her juices coated it. She felt
excitement as Carla took a sucking bite, and her eyes focused on
the movements of her lips as she chewed.

"Good gravy," Carla said as she looked to Jack, "but it could use
some wine with it. Jack?" she asked, holding it toward him.

"Let her have part of it," he said, and his eyes held Erin's.

Erin widened her mouth, and Carla pressed most of the roll in
between her front teeth before moving toward the kitchen. Erin
continued to stare back into his eyes. The roll softened under
her teeth, and she pulled it further in as she sucked her heady
secretions from it. She heard the wine bottle being taken from
the refrigerator.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked as he moved closer.

She nodded, and swallowed quickly. She wished that she could
speak, and chewed faster at the roll.

"Then do it," he said, and she looked down at the huge prod
thrusting out toward her.

She curled her toes back against the front pad of her left foot
to take hold of the carpet, and stretched out her right foot as
far as she could to do the same, and then moved her left foot
forward. She swallowed more of the roll, which still held her
lips apart. Her body was arched forward as she pulled at the
rope, and gripped at the carpet. The rusty triangle of her bush
moved closer to his bulbous knob. She could not get any closer,
and frustration and desperation raged within her. She gave a
whimpering sound around the bread soaked with her cunt's juices.
Her damp eyes implored him to move closer.

"Do you want my cock in you, or not, cunt?" he asked softly. She
looked around as she swallowed, and then up toward the cuffs as
she searched for some way to get to him. Her toes lost their hold
on the carpet, and she swung back away from him. Her eyes widened
as the gap between his tool and her yearning increased. Her toes
pulled across the carpet until she was on their tips. Her
expression changed, and she shoved her toes back against the
carpet to cause her to swing back toward him. She moved closer
this time, and she pushed herself away.

With each swing she gained momentum, and her toes began to lift
off the floor. Sipping a glass of wine, Carla moved to his side
as she watched Erin's frantic attempt. She raised the glass to
his lips, and he took a drink without removing his eyes from
Erin's. Erin stretched her legs forward as she swung toward him,
and her feet moved past the outsides of his knees. On the next
swing, her lower calves moved past his thighs. Then, her body
curving, she swung her legs past his hips, and her calves turned
to catch behind him at the small of his back. She thrust her
cunny against the hard column of his sex, and slid onto it with a
moan as her ankles crossed behind him.

With a smile, he pressed his mouth to Erin's and began to suck
the remainder of the roll from her mouth so that he could taste
the juices his prod was swimming in. He began to walk back
beneath the hook, and Erin moaned as his cock thrust and bobbed
and the pull of the rope lessened. Her heels rubbed just above
his buttocks, and she thrust her hips out and back to slide up
and down his shaft. He raised his hands to her breasts and felt
how tightly they were pulled up. Her tongue licked at his, and he
pressed his hands against her thighs. She released her hold and
again hung before him.

He thrust high into her and moved back a bit as her cunt
tightened. He pulled back, and she gasped as his thick length
pulled through her grasp. He thrust, and she swung back and off
him. Her mouth opened with panic, but before she could form a
word, her anus was pressing back against something.

Carla again had the double-length dildo on, one half in her cunt,
and Erin felt it move into her rectum. Carla thrust, and Erin
swung toward Jack's cock. Her cleave gripped around it, and he
moved back with her before thrusting her loose to swing back onto
Carla's prod.

She swung back and forth between them, his cock up her snatch one
moment, and then the phallus up her ass the next. Back and forth
she swung until she was not even willing herself to move at all,
the momentum and their thrusts controlling her. She came again
and again until she heard Carla gasping, and felt his prick
spasming.

Erin continued to swing back and forth even after they moved, and
eventually she came to a halt. She hung limply, her chin against
the top of her chest. She did not care, but she wondered what
tune it was, and if it was still the same day.

Ben had kept wondering what would happen during his session today
with Carla, and his arousal had continued through the day. Each
time he saw Amy he remembered her fanny and cunt pressing back
against her panties as her skirt hiked up. He debated with
himself, and finally his arousal was such that he called her into
his office.

"Would you get the Yokum file for me, Amy?" he asked, and she
nodded with her cheerful, girlish smile.

She moved to the file, and opened the bottom drawer. She had not
forgotten doing this two days before, and she had hoped it would
happen again. The skirt that he watched pull up from the backs of
her thighs was shorter than the previous one. His breathing
deepened as he watched the hem approach the juncture of her
thighs, and he wondered what color her panties were today. He
blinked. She had been prepared, and thus there were no panties
beneath the skirt.

She smiled to herself as she leaned farther forward from her
knees. The full domes of her ass cheeks were tightened by her
posture, and their deep cleavage widened. Golden down showed
there, and his eyes followed it down to the plump mound of her
cunny, which was frothed in downy curls the color of honey. His
cock throbbed deeply. She leaned further forward, and she let her
knees slide farther apart. Her slit opened, and he could see the
wet pinkness inside.

"I can't seem to find it," she said softly, and turned herself
over with the skirt still up, and her thighs open. "Would you
like to look?"
she asked with a seductive smile.

His phone began to ring, but he continued staring at her full
mound and the bright dampness of her opened furrow and the
undercurves of her rounded ass cheeks. He blinked, and looked
over at the phone that had finally broken his trance. He tried to
ignore it as he looked back at the girl, but finally lifted the
receiver just so that he could stop its ringing.

"Ben?" he heard Carla's voice ask. "Come early for your
appointment,"
she told him.

"Wh-what?" he stammered. "When?"

"Now," she said with finality, "or we'll wait till next week. Say
you're sick if you have to, but leave now," she finished, and the
line went dead.

He looked from the receiver to Amy's juicy cleave, and felt torn.
He told himself that he was being foolish if he left Amy like
this, but she would be there tomorrow, and he had been able to
brush off her passes before. Maybe it was just that Carla was
more experienced, he thought, but Amy clearly wanted to give him
pleasure while Carla had become more and more dominant. Still,
from the sound of her voice, this might be his last time with her
if he did not go, and his last chance to ball her. He stood up.

"Amy," he said as he moved around the desk, "there's, uh, been an
emergency, and I've got to leave." He went to one knee beside the
startled-looking girl. "But," he began, and pressed her hand to
the crotch of his slacks so that she could feel how hard she had
made him,
"tomorrow... Sorry," he added, and gave her hand a squeeze as he
reluctantly stood to leave.

The door closed behind him, and Amy wondered if there had really
been an emergency. Even if it was true, she thought, he would
have time to again get cold feet, and she would probably find
herself working in another office the next morning. She looked
mournfully down at her cunny.

"Guess it's just you 'n' me again," she sighed, and began to
finger herself.

The bedroom door being closed while Carla used the phone, Erin
had no idea that she had called Ben. Carla returned to the living
room, and saw Erin lifting her head. The rope creaked as Erin
shifted.

"Clean her up, will you, Carla?" he asked, and she nodded with a
smile.

Erin watched Carla as the woman knelt before her, and she
realized what she was going to do. She wanted to protest. It did
not seem right for Carla to tongue bathe her, but something she
should do for Carla. She did not even consider that it was his
sister licking his thick come from her loins and thighs, and then
from her slit.

"Make no sounds," he said, and Erin glanced toward him.

He sat relaxed in a heavily padded chair and took a swallow of
his wine. He was not looking at them, and Erin saw his prod
resting atop one of his thighs. Carla's tongue snaked up into
her, and she started to groan with pleasure, but suddenly
remembered his order. She pressed her teeth together. Carla's
lips shifted and nuzzled against her cunt lips, and she fought
back a moan. The woman's tongue flicked at her clit and swirled
around the burning pearl. Her hands bunched into fists above the
bracelets as she strained to obey. Carla's hands caressed the
outsides of her thighs, and her breasts brushed against the
fronts. Erin's eyes were squinted shut. Carla scooped her tongue
deep within Erin as she searched out his spendings, and the
bridge of her nose flicked back and forth against her clit.
Losing control, Erin murmured with pleasure.

"Take her down, Carla," he said, and Erin's eyes opened wide as
she realized what she had done.

Carla stood, and moved past her. Erin wanted to plead with him,
but she feared angering him. Carla pulled the end of the rope
loose of the couch leg, and it whipped through the hook as Erin's
weight pulled. She almost cried out with surprise as she dropped
to the floor, and the rope dropped down atop her.

"What happens when one disobeys?" he asked offhandedly.

"They-they're punished?" Erin asked in a quavering voice, and
Carla gripped the rope just above the links of the cuffs to pull
her toward him.

On her knees, Erin moved to keep from being pulled off them, and
she was brought to the sides of his thighs. Carla jerked on the
rope, and Erin pushed herself up to lie across Jack's lap.
Standing a few feet away, Carla held the rope taut between her
hands and Erin's cuffs. Braced, Erin waited, but nothing
happened. Then she gasped as the humid base of his wine glass
glided damply over her raised ass.

He set his glass aside, and his palm came down sharply against
her ass cheeks. Her breath caught, but she did not make a sound.
His hand dropped again, and a stinging went through her tush. She
felt his erect cock pressing up against her abdomen. His hand
rose and fell, and the rounded cushions quivered beneath it. Her
arms held straight out from his side by Carla, Erin pressed her
lips tightly together. She could not escape the spanking, and so
she surrendered to the heat and the vibrations it sent through
her. The smack of his hand against her flesh seemed very loud.

"She's all wet again," he said to Carla.

"Maybe she wants to be anchored down, while she's punished on
your cock," Carla said, and Erin's heart beat faster. "Maybe she
wants to feel you jabbing up into her cunt as you slap down
against her ass,"
Carla offered. "And isn't it glowing a nice pink now?"

"No," he said, and pushed Erin forward off his legs.

She fell to the carpet with a shocked expression, and looked up
at him. She wondered what she had done to displease him. She rose
up onto her hands and knees, and did not notice that Carla was
moving around behind her, or that the rope was now hanging
beneath her.

"I know what she wants," he said as he stood up, and he moved
around in front of Erin. "You want my come, don't you?"

"N-no," Erin stammered as she looked up at him, and did not know
why she was denying the truth.

"Admit it," he said as she stared up at his huge erection.

"I...." she faltered, and Carla pulled the rope tight, which drew
it up at an angle from her cuffed wrists and into her slit.

"Say it," he told her as he took a step back.

"Yes," she gasped as she strained to follow him, which caused the
rope to pull fully into her furrow, since Carla stood between her
calves. and held the rope almost straight up from the undercurve
of her body.

"The words-say them," he demanded as he took another step back.

"I-I want it," she gasped as she strained her neck toward his
prod, and as the rope pulled in the wetness of her cleave, and
against her pulsing clit.

"What? What do you want?" he asked as she strained to lift her
mouth to his cock.

"Y-your cock," she answered, and her hands pushed against the
floor as her knees and feet shoved against it.

"Where?" he asked as her mouth moved closer.

"In my-in my cunt. I want your cock in my cunt," she blurted out
as her snatch throbbed against the rope.

"Where else?" he asked as Carla let her move forward by fractions
of an inch.

"My ass. My mouth-anywhere you want to put it," she assured him,
and he could feel her breath against his knob.

"But its my come you want now, isn't it?" he taunted as her lips
quivered toward his tool.

"Yes," she sobbed as her clit flared against the damp rope.

"My come?" he asked, and reached out over Erin's head for the
rope, which Carla handed to him.

"Yes," she gasped as he pulled the rope taut in the cleavage of
her ass.

"Where?" he asked as her lips just brushed against his cock's
head.

"Anywhere-my cunt, my ass, my mouth," she promised, and her lips
brushed against the velvet soft bulb.

"Your face?" he asked as he eased back just enough to keep her
from getting any closer.

"Yes," she groaned.

"Your tits?"

"Yes."

"You want to be showered with it? To be bathed in it?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, yes," she beseeched, and was not aware that they had
been moving in a circle.

"Which first?" he asked, and tossed the rope back to Carla.

"In my mouth. I want to have you come in my mouth, and be able to
swallow it," she said, and was oblivious to Carla's climbing up
to run the rope back through the hook in the ceiling.

"Didn't I let you have me come in your mouth before?" he asked,
and caught the end of the rope as Carla dropped it toward him.

"But-but I didn't get to swallow it," Erin quickly reminded him
in an apologetic voice, and did not bother to wonder why Carla
was putting a leather belt around her waist.

"So, it's really a matter of you wanting to drink my come," he
suggested, and handed the rope back to Carla so that she could
string it through a silver ring on the back of the belt, and tie
it.

"Yes," Erin said, and was willing to be grateful for that alone.
"Yes,"
she repeated, and tried to rise up onto her knees only to find
that the pull of the rope held her bound wrists in place.

"Then I think Carla's the one you should be asking," he said, and
stepped aside.

To loosen the pressure of the rope against her slit and her anal
cleavage, Erin found that she would have to move her hands back,
which meant lowering her head and torso. Tensing herself, she
shoved up from the waist, and the underarch of her body shoved
against the rope, which caused it to pull her hands back toward
her thighs. Her back was against the rope, and she could only
move her hands out a foot-and-a half from her cunt, but her head
was now high enough to give him head.

"C-Carla, can I drink his come?" she heard herself asking

"Of course, my dear," Carla said sweetly, and came around in
front of Erin. "Here you are," she said as she held out a wine
glass that held a load of come, "Oh, don't worry about where it's
been," Carla chuckled as Erin looked at it in confusion, "but...
it was your cunt it was in. You just weren't watching me after
you cried out," she explained.

"You don't want to drink my come?" he asked.

"No, It's not that, but-" and she cut off as she realized that
there was nothing she could say.

Erin pressed her lips to the rim of the glass, and Carla tilted
it so that the thick fluid could slowly flow down into Erin's
mouth. Erin's cunt rubbed against the rope as she savored his
flavor, and finally stretched her tongue out to lick the inside
of the glass clean of his spend.

"And what do you say?" Carla chided.

"Th-thank you, Carla Thank you, Jack," Erin said.

"If you're a very good girl for the rest of the afternoon," Jack
said,
"I'll put my cock in your mouth, and let you drink my spunk from
it."

"Oh, I will be good," she promised.

When he had arrived at the offices, Ben had found them locked,
but a note had directed him to get the key from the lobby guard
and to wait in Carla's office. As the minutes ticked away, he
fantasized about what Carla might have planned, but finally he
began to wonder if he should not have stayed with the nubile Amy.
His mind moving back and forth between Carla and Amy, he remained
aroused, and he did not seriously consider departing.

He heard the outer office's door open and close. There was the
murmur of voices, another door opening and closing, and then
Carla's office door opened. She walked straight toward him and
motioned for him to remain seated. He looked up at her.

"Put your hand up under my skirt and into my cunt," she told him,
and his hand lifted to move under the soft fabric and toward the
heat of her mound. "Slide your fingers inside," she instructed,
and he inhaled deeply as he felt her moistness. "Now, wait here,"
she said, and turned back toward the door, which caused his
fingers to come free of her. "If you become bored you can lick
and sniff my taste from your fingers, or you can even use my
juices as a lubricant if you want to jerk off."

She went out, and closed the door behind her. He was speechless.
It seemed that he should feel insulted, but he did not. Her
blatant carnality and her no-nonsense air of command had left him
even more aroused. He wondered what she would have him do when
she returned.


CHAPTER NINE

Carla had left her and Jack as they went into the room with the
huge waterbed, and Erin looked at the mirror side of the two-way
mirror. She wondered who was on the other side, but she did not
care as she looked at Jack.

She wore a hooded vinyl raincoat, and the dim lights in the room
reflected from it. Jack motioned for her to remove it, and she
did. She had ridden naked from her and Ben's apartment and had
not cared if anyone had looked into the car to see her kneeling
between Carla's thighs as she tongued the woman s clit. She had
not been able to eat Carla because of the oval bit in her mouth,
which the hood had concealed when outside the auto. It held her
mouth open wide enough to take Jack's cock in, and a leather
bridle was attached to the curved side-pieces that showed at the
corners of her mouth. She hoped he would now shove his cock
through the metal oval and into her mouth to give her his come.

Around Erin's waist was a leather belt, and a strap went down
between her plump ass cheeks to where it attached to a silver
ring, which framed her anus, and was big enough for his cock to
slide through. Another strap connected to the bottom of the ring,
and ran under the arch of her body before dividing into two
straps that angled up along the sides of her cunt. Joining the
belt, the two straps also connected with rods curving out from
either side of her opened cleave. The rods curved out from an
oval not unlike the one in her mouth, but this one held her cunt
open, and ready.

For some reason that Erin did not know, Carla had braided her
long hair out from the crown of her head before they had left the
apartment. Jack motioned her to her knees, and she dropped to
them without hesitation. Then, a man stepped forward from the
shadows, and her eyes widened with alarm. She looked up toward
Jack.

"I want you to suck his cock," he said, and she found herself
nodding.

She turned her head back, and the man's prod slid through the
circle of her teeth, and through the oval bit. She began licking
at him as he thrust in and out of her mouth. A hand clasped her
braided hair, and her head was pulled back. The man moved with
her, and his thighs were against the fronts of her shoulders.
Someone knelt behind her, and a thick cock moved through the ring
framing her anus and up into her rectum. Her mind spun, but
before she could try to think another man entered her. Kneeling
in front of her arched body, he shoved his long cock between her
labia, through the oval bit, and up into her underbelly. Her
right hand was lifted, and she gripped the cock it was lifted to.
Her left hand was lifted, and she fingered the cunt it was lifted
to.

Her hands clenched and stroked, her tongue licked, and her body
thrust back and forth. Her vision blurring, she looked up to the
side to see what Jack's reaction to her performance was. He
nodded, as if satisfied, and she closed her eyes. Her mouth,
hands, cunt and ass moved faster as she sought to give him
pleasure by bringing all five people to climaxes.

"Sit there," Carla told Ben as she returned to her office, and
she motioned to a chair with its back almost touching one wall.

He sat down, and she moved around behind one shoulder. He
wondered what she was going to do, and then wondered what the
sliding sound he heard was. He did not see her slide the wood
panel back to uncover the two-
way mirror looking into the room Erin was in.

Carla watched Erin's beautiful body writhing at the center of the
five people, and she smiled. She glanced down at the top of Ben's
head, and then back toward Erin for a moment before moving back
in front of him. She stood very close, and looked down at his
erection.

"Take my skirt off," she instructed him, and he looked up at her
with a widening smile.

He reached up, and unfastened her wrap-around skirt. He had
thought she was wearing high boots, but when the fabric fell from
her hips and thighs he saw that they were not boots alone.
Rather, they were both pants and boots. They were made of suede,
and zippers ran up the sides of her legs. Ring tabs showed at her
hips.

"Unzip me," she said, and she looked through the glass as he
moved the zippers downward.

Ben watched the leather open from her full hips, her loins, and
from her beautiful legs. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she
stepped out of the garment, and then kicked it aside. She was
watching one man come in Erin's ass as another's cock jumped in
her fist and geysered come over her hand. She looked down at
Erin's husband, and saw him admiring her naked legs and cunt.

"Open my blouse," she told him, and he stretched his hands up to
start with the top button. "Take it off," she said when he had
finished, and he caught the sleeves to pull it from her
shoulders.

The cloth dropped, and Ben stared with appreciation at the beauty
of her breasts. They were as big, and as firm as he had imagined,
and pale saffron nipples thrust out from their peaks. Behind him,
on the other side of the two-way mirror, his wife's cleave was
overflowing with come as the man in her came, and the woman's
cunt was spasming around her hand.

"Do you want to fuck my cunt, Ben?" Carla asked with a smile.

"Yes," he assured her, and reached to free his engorged tool.

"Yes, what?" she inquired.

"I - I want to fuck you," he said with a trace of confusion as he
opened his pants, and then he understood. "I want to fuck your
cunt."

"Ask," she whispered tauntingly as she watched gizzum spilling
from between Erin's lips and one of the men's cocks.

"I...." he hesitated for a moment before surrendering to his
overwhelming desire. "Can I fuck your cunt? P-please, let me."

"Oh-h-h, I think I might," she teased as she reached down to
lightly pinch the head of his erect prod, "if you do a better job
this time in eating me."

He stared at her for a moment as he tried to resist, and then he
pressed his mouth into her slit. His lips and tongue- worked to
please her, and her eyes lidded as she watched the four men and
the woman move back from Erin.

Erin raised the raincoat to her mouth and wiped the come from her
tongue onto it.

"Why didn't you swallow?" Jack asked. "Didn't you swallow Ben's
spunk last night?"

"No," she assured him. "I - I want you to be the first," she
admitted, and blushed.

"Remove the bits and ring," he smiled. "You've shown that it
isn't necessary to have your holes kept open, cunt."

She beamed over his evaluation and she quickly removed the
objects. He held out a leather mask toward her, and she looked at
it with confusion.

"The people you were just with were blindfolded," he said. "So
that they can remove them, your identity will be concealed now."

She nodded without questioning the truth of the blindfolds, and
she examined the mask. There was a hole for her braided hair to
go through, and holes for her ears to fit through. It snapped
between the eyeholes at the top of her nose. There was an opening
at the base of her nose for her nostrils, and a wide opening for
her mouth. A snap at her upper lip, the mask had hooks and
eyelets down from under the mouth to the base of her throat. The
soft leather molded to her head, and she looked up through the
eyeholes to see him hold out something else.

Carla bucked her cunt against Ben's mouth as his tongue flowed
over and around her clit. Her fingers clasping the back of his
head, she watched Erin stand up. The five who had taken her came
forward, and two held a leather garment to the front of her body
while two others held a matching section to the back. The five
began to lace it from the sides of her neck to her wrists, then
along the insides of her arms to her armpits and down her sides
to her ankles. The leather clinging to her body, straps were then
fastened that curved under her feet. Carla's body shook against
his determined mouthings, and she came.

The five moved back from Erin, and Jack moved around her to
inspect their work. The leather came down to her wrists, and then
looped around the mound of her thumb, and around the base of each
finger so that they and her palm were bare while the back was
covered. Her breasts were shoved in and forward through a
figure-eight section that was not connected between them Her
mound pressed out through another opening, which accented its
fullness. In the back, the leather tapered down to a point that
fit into the cleft of her ass and then it curved up and around
the full cheeks, which were forced back and out. The point at the
cleft continued down in a thin strip that fastened to another
ring that held her buttocks apart and framed the anus it bared.
Another strip connected to the bottom of the ring, and it went
down to where the leather met between ass and cunt. Due to the
adjustment of the lacings, the leather fit her like a second
skin.

"Do you like it?" Jack asked her as he ran his hand over her ass.

"Yes," she said softly as she realized that she liked it very
much.

He stepped aside, and one of the men stretched out on his back.
His dark cock stood up hard. Without having to be told, she
crouched down between his thighs and slowly sat back upon him,
and his tool moved up into her rectum. She immediately began to
tighten and loosen her ass around him. Another of the men came
forward, and he lowered himself down onto his hands as his legs
stretched out between hers and the first man's. His prick opened
her slit, and sluiced up into her. Her hips rocked between the
two as she began to clutch at his thickness.

One of the men blocked her view of the second as he knelt over
her chest, and he pushed his bone between her tits, which his
hands pressed in around his thrustings. A cock filled each of her
hands, and she began to stroke them. The woman sat down behind
her head, and her feet rested against Erin and the first man's
shoulders as she took the thick braiding of Erin's hair. The
woman began to work it up into her splay.

Erin writhed atop the one man and beneath the two as her hands
worked the cocks of the other two, and as the woman used her hair
as a dildo. The one man rolled her aching breasts against the
pistonings of his shaft, and she pressed her chin down so that
she could lick at his head. She moved hungrily around and against
the five cocks, and twisted the top of her leather-bound head
back against the woman's snatch. She did not move her body as
separate parts, but as a whole that was as one with her mind. She
was making love with five prods and a cunt, and for her they were
but extensions of Jack, six avenues through which she directed
pleasure to him and through which she received it from him. The
six began to groan and tremble with ecstasies she created, and
she was overwhelmed with elation.

Carla's hands kept Ben's head pressed against her, and he
continued eating her as she came again and again. He was
determined to satisfy her demands, and be granted entrance to her
cunt. She watched Erin pulling the come from the cocks she held,
and saw the dark-haired woman's cunt thrusting against the top of
her head as she came around Erin's thick braid. Her own cleave
spasmed around Ben's mouth as she saw the prick between Erin's
tits splashing its spend over the mask. Then, the men in Erin's
rectum and snatch were coming, and Carla was sagging limply
against Ben.

"A good boy," she said breathlessly after a few moments, and
patted Ben's head. "Now, you can fuck my cunt," she said. and
stepped back to watch him quickly strip away his clothes.
"First," she said as he moved toward her, "look behind you."

His head swimming with arousal, he paused, and then turned. He
stared with disbelief. He saw a woman bound in leather on the
other side of the glass, a woman with five men and a woman. The
men's bodies were limp with satisfaction, and the woman's hands
were pressed against the leather-clad woman's head. They shifted
beneath the dim lights, and he saw that the woman's juices
gleamed from atop the mask, and that the come of the men gleamed
upon the leather, and on the woman's hands and face, and seeped
from her cunt and ass.

"Come with me, and you'll get my Cunt, and more," Carla promised,
and he nodded. "But put this on first," she said, and he turned
to see her holding out a mask much like the one Erin wore. "This
way, no one will see your face, and you won't have to worry about
being recognized later."

He thought of the other things she had asked, and demanded, and
the mask seemed insignificant. He put it on.

Erin's mind glowed with carnal bliss, and she did not notice the
door opening and closing. Her arms were raised, and the openings
at her armpits widened. Stretching out against her shoulders, two
of the men pressed their tools between her arms and her torso.
She pressed her elbows in against her sides, and squeezed the
cocks against her plump underarms. She began to tighten and
loosen her shoulder and arm muscles and to roll her shoulders.
The men murmured with pleasure as her tight grip shifted and
pulled at their cocks.

One of the men slid his fingers under Erin's and thrust his rod
up her ass. Another lowered himself across her hips and onto his
knees and elbows as he drove his bone up into her box. The fifth
man squatted over her face and began sliding his cock between her
tits, and she began to lick at his balls.

Leading him by the hand, Carla moved Ben toward the writhing
bodies and had him sit down facing his wife's feet. He did not
recognize her because of the leather outfit, the lights, and the
other bodies. Carla grasped Erin's ankles and pressed the soles
of her feet together. She motioned Ben forward, and then she
closed Erin's feet around his hard cock. He looked up through the
eyeholes of the mask, and he remembered her promise of her cunt,
and of more. The bare soles began to shift, and the soft flesh
stroked him. His eyes closed as the inner arches tightened and
loosened, and the heels rubbed around the base of his shaft.

Carla stood by Jack, and they glanced at one another with
conspiratorial smiles.

Ben caressed the leather-bound calves as the feet thrust and
tugged around him. The cocks under Erin's arms and in her cleave
and rectum thrust and turned. The dark-haired woman had drawn
Erin's braid from her cunt, and she slid the end between the
balls of the man fucking Erin's tits and Erin's lapping tongue.
Erin sucked the woman's taste from her own hair, and she smiled
as the woman raised the braid to press the end against the man's
anus. He groaned, and Erin began to suck his balls.

Ben groaned, and then shook as her feet pulled his juices from
him, and he watched it shower up to spill over her feet, and
leather-covered calves. He fell back, and her feet caressed his
balls, and her toes kneaded his root and nuzzled his anus. Other
men cried out, and the prod between her tits gushed its load down
over her leather-fleshed belly.

Time passed, and Ben felt a hand stroking his shaft back up. He
looked up to see Carla, and she motioned for him to follow. They
moved a few feet to the side of the others, and she had him lie
down on his back. His heart pounded as he realized that she was
now going to do it, and she knelt over his hips. He caressed her
thighs, and groaned as her snatch took his throbbing length in.
She tightened and loosened around him as she thrust, and her hips
rotated atop his. His mind burned, and his body shook. Her
vaginal muscle control was even more developed than that of her
ass. The sensations she created were so overpowering that he
could not focus his mind enough to even thrust with any rhythm.

Hearing the moans, Erin let her head roll to the side, and she
saw Carla fucking a man who wore a mask much like hers. She
smiled at the exhibition of her teacher's talents, and she
thought that the man was very lucky. Seeing the mask, she assumed
that he too was a patient. Come covered her hands, feet, her
underarms, her tits, her hair, and her lips, and much of the
leather. Above her stood Jack.

She smiled up at him, and remembered him asking if she wanted to
be showered with his come and to bathe in it. She had answered
yes, and he had sent the come splashing over her. Now, he knelt
down over her face, and his hand closed around the braiding of
her hair. She came as she realized he was going to let her
swallow his spend, the spend from his own immense cock. He
wrapped his hand in the braid and lifted her mouth as he lowered
his head toward the opening in the leather. Her mouth widened
eagerly, and he slid into it.

Carla's body pulled and twisted, and her cunt tightened and
loosened around Ben. He groaned deeply as she brought him to the
edge again and again, but kept him from coming. Through glazed
eyes, he recognized Jack, and saw him balling the leatherbound
woman's mouth with his huge member. Then Ben's eyes rolled upward
for a moment, and then closed as she yanked his come from his
nuts. He cried out as the broiling juices flashed through his
body, and electric explosions went through him as he hosed up
into Carla's suckling snatch.

Erin aligned her mouth and throat so that she could take Jack's
tool down into her throat, and her hands caressed his balls and
root. She drew her cheeks in tight, and licked at his dorsal
vein. She sucked and pulled. The leather slippery with come and
perspiration, she slid around beneath him as her mouth and hands
beckoned his juices. Then she felt him tensing, and his thick
length began to spasm. She pulled back so that his bulbous knob
was in her mouth, and his gizzum gushed into her mouth. She shook
with convulsions as she came, and drank deeply of his spendings.
Her taste buds saturated, she gurgled happily around his tool.

Both Ben and Erin remained in states of carnal fatigue for a
time. Then, he felt Carla draw him to his feet, and Erin felt
Jack rise up from her. Carla guided Ben to Erin, and he saw with
blurred vision that he was being guided down atop the
leather-garbed woman to sixty-nine with her.

Erin opened her eyes to see his hard cock coming down toward her
mouth, and she took it in without recognizing it. He began to
lick her furrow. The air was heavy with the scent of come, and it
and sweat caused his body to slide against the leather and her
tits. He was mindless of everything but tonguing her as his cock
throbbed anew in her mouth. She knowingly sucked Carla's taste
from him, and it joined the residue of Jack's as his tongue
churned the mix around the pulse of her clit.

Jack and Carla smiled as they watched Ben and Erin's bodies
sliding together, and saw the masked faces turning faster as
their arousal climbed. Then, Ben was coming in Erin's mouth
without knowing it was his wife who was swallowing the rush of
his hot juices. She swallowed his load hungrily, and her clit
flamed beneath Ben's tongue without her knowing it was his.

The others returned to where Erin lay, and she and Ben writhed
amid the thrusting cocks and tongues, and within mouths, asses,
and cunts. They came again and again.


CHAPTER TEN

Erin was returned home and given time to freshen up before Ben
was told he could go. Despite the bewilderment over the revels
they had surrendered to and the exertions they had enjoyed, both
Ben and Erin found themselves with a voracious carnal hunger that
seemed insatiable. Thus, they were overjoyed to find they shared
that hunger.

Knowing it was Ben's cock, Erin drank happily from it, and took
him into her ass. He found her mouthings and the control of her
anal muscles even more exciting than Carla's. He tongue-bathed
her, and she came to his tonguings. They engaged in every
position they knew of, and finally fell asleep in one another's
arms, exhausted with satisfaction.

Despite their impassioned lovemaking, neither found themselves
able to disclose their adventures with Jack and Carla.

Refreshed, they spent the next morning in bed together, happy
that it was Saturday. Then they decided to go and congratulate
Jack and Carla on the success of their therapy.

They found the reception room door open, and they paused inside
as they heard laughter from Jack's office. Smiling, they moved to
it, and saw that it was ajar. It was dark inside, and they looked
in to make sure they would not be interrupting something. They
stared with shock at what they saw.

A movie projector whirred, and images of Erin with Jack and
Carla, and of Ben with Carla and Jack showed on the screen. She
realized that she had been filmed in his office as well as in her
apartment, and he realized he too had been filmed. In the
flickering light of the projector, Jack and Carla were stretched
out together. Ben and Erin looked at one another, and realized
that they shared what they had felt were guilty secrets.

"She's so good begging for your come," Carla chuckled, "that she
should get herself a cup and do it on streetcorners."

"Yeah, how about him guzzling his come and begging to fuck you,"
Ben laughed.

Both Ben and Erin stared angrily as they watched Jack's cock
sliding in and out of Carla's box. They again looked at one
another, and then slipped silently into the darkened room. With
the previous evening climaxing with one another and this
discovery, both Ben and Erin's focus of desire had moved back to
one another.

Erin spotted Carla's large handbag, and she rummaged quietly in
it until she found what she sought. A moment later, Jack looked
up with a startled expression as a cuff-locked around his wrist,
and it and his other wrist were jerked behind his back before he
could react. The linked cuffs were locked, and he was pulled back
off Carla, his approaching climax interrupted. His cock gleamed
with her juices as it whipped out. Carla groaned at the loss, and
sat up to see what had happened. Then, Erin pulled her arms back,
and her wrists were cuffed also.

The projector was turned off, and Jack and Carla looked around to
try and see who was with them in the darkened room. Then, the
lights came on, and they squinted against the sudden brightness.

"We think it's time you two were taught a lesson," Erin said
coldly, and the brother and sister looked up at the couple, who
were now also naked. "Doesn't she have nice titties?" Erin asked
Ben, and pinched Carla's nipple.

"Oh, but her mouth's even nicer," he replied as Carla winced, and
he thrust his hard cock into her mouth as she gasped at the
pressure of Erin's fingers.

"Yes, it's almost as big as Jack's prick," she said as she
tightly gripped the base of his shaft in her fist. "Was it about
to spit up?"
she asked Jack with mock concern.

Ben's body tensed, and his hands tightened around Carla's head to
thrust it back from him. His prick came free of her mouth as he
came, and his thick juices splashed over her face.

"Look, your sister's face is all messy," Erin said as her hand
moved to his testicles. "Clean her up," she ordered, and her grip
caused him to quickly move his face to Carla's. "And be sure to
swallow," Erin told him as she remembered him having her beg to
swallow his.

Staring into Carla's eyes, Jack obeyed. Their shoulders pulled
back due to their hands being cuffed behind their backs, their
chests pressed together, and she rubbed her tits against him as
his tongue lapped at her face. Ben emptied Carla's handbag, and
took a metal halter from it. He slid it between her and her
brother and put it on her. Metal rings encircled the bases of her
tits tightly, and chains curved to smaller rings which encircled
her nipples.

Finished, Jack started to speak, but Erin pressed one of the oval
bits into his mouth, fastened the reins, and pushed one of the
replicas of his own cock through the oval. Now unable to speak,
he watched Erin bind the base of the shaft to the reins as Ben
turned Carla around. Erin moved back, and Ben positioned Jack's
knob against Carla's anus. Jack's eyes widened, and his hips were
thrust forward to cause him to thrust fully up into Carla's
rectum. Carla gasped. Behind Jack, Erin held one half of the
double-length dildo in her underbelly, and she began to move the
other half of the replica of Jack's tool in his ass.

Ben put the leather masks on the brother and sister, and moved in
front of Carla to thrust his big cock up into her cunt. She
groaned as his prod moved against Jack's through the stretched
membrane between her glutted snatch and rectum. Jack groaned
between her and Erin, and her thrustings controlled his movements
in Carla's backside.

Ben's fingers curled in the back strap of Carla's halter as he
came, and pulled it tighter around her tits. His mind flashed
with brightness as his cock jerked within her box, and he lay
back. The last of his spend splashed over her belly and thighs.

Erin motioned to Ben, and he pulled Carla off Jack's cock. Erin
moved Jack around until her ass was toward Carla's. She motioned
to the items spilled from the handbag, and Ben took another of
the double-length dildoes. He slid it in and out of Carla's nook
to lubricate it so that he could slide it up into Erin's fanny.
He pulled Carla onto all fours, and Erin shifted back with Jack
to slide the rod jutting from her ass up into Carla's. Her rectum
and cunt gripped the halves that engorged her, and she thrust her
hips back and forth to pump in and out of the Romes' asses. Ben
pushed Carla's face down so that she could lick his cock clean of
his and her juices.

Jack groaned around the model of his shaft, and his cock bucked
Erin reached around in front of him and aimed his prod upwards as
he climaxed. His gizzum geysered up against his chest and
stomach. Coming herself, Erin thrust back and forth, and Carla
cried out around Ben's thick length as she came. Erin trembled as
her depths convulsed around her prods, and cried out with her
climax.

Ben and Erin continued until all the items in the handbag had
been used on Jack and Carla, and their anger was finally spent.
They were surprised to see Jack and Carla smile.

"Regardless of our enjoying ourselves, it would seem that neither
of you has any repressions left," Jack noted, and Ben and Erin
had to agree.

Smiling, they turned to one another and began to ball. Their
wrists still bound, Jack and Carla's hips had been bound together
to keep his cock in her cunt, and they had to push themselves to
move. They pressed their mouths to the couple's joined loins, and
began to lick and suck. Ben and Erin's arousal skyrocketed, and
they were both left stunned by their shared climax.

When they had cleaned up and dressed, Ben and Erin freed Jack and
Carla's wrists. At the door, she paused to look back at them.

"If I'm ever in the mood for your services," Erin said
imperiously,
"I'll phone to tell you when and where."

The door closed behind the couple, and the brother and sister
looked at one another. His cock was hard within her.

"Too bad she wasn't more like our previous clients," Jack mused.
"I'd have preferred us contacting her, but..." he shrugged
philosophically.

"You know, we haven't seen that blonde in about a month," Carla
said as their bound hips twisted together.

"Yeah," he grinned. "Let's call her in for a progress check," he
suggested, and he and Carla began to come.

Outside the building, Erin and Ben walked toward their car. Ben
stopped, and she followed his gaze toward a bus stop bench.

"That's the teenage secretary I was just telling you about," he
said with amazement, and Erin smiled.

"Let's see if she'd like a ride," Erin said, and he glanced over
at her as they moved toward the bench.

Amy was surprised to see Ben, and looked at Erin nervously, but
she shyly agreed to their offer. Walking to their car, she saw
Erin open the front passenger's door and motion for her to get in
first. They slid in on either side of her, and the doors closed.
Amy rubbed her palms against her jeans as Ben sorted through his
keys.

"I understand that you've been wanting my husband," Erin said
casually,
"to ball you."

Amy tensed, and looked at Erin. Erin was smiling warmly.

"You've got wonderful taste, Amy," Erin said, and she reached
across Amy to open his pants. "He has a beautiful and talented
cock," she said proudly as the stunned girl watched his hardening
tool pulled out into view "Here," Erin said softly, and she
placed Amy's left hand upon Ben's shaft.

A fascinated Amy caressed his erection, and Erin took hold of her
other hand to guide it up under her skirt and against her naked
cunt. The girl looked around, and toward Erin's lap.

"Ben says you have a gorgeous cunt and ass," Erin smiled as she
held the girl's hand against her, and Amy looked up into her eyes
with a mixture of confused alarm and arousal. "When we get home,
Ben can fuck you to your heart's content," she smiled, and she
and Ben placed their hands at Amy's crotch to open the jeans.
"Yes, a beautiful cunny," Erin whispered as she looked down at
the honey blond curlings of her loins, and the girl murmured as
their fingers curled in the wetness of her pink slit. "Why don't
you give Ben head on the way?" Erin suggested as he started the
car, and the still not quite certain girl looked at her
questioningly. "Do it," Erin urged, and she guided Amy's head
down toward his lap. "Gently," she suggested as the girl began to
suck at his head, and upper shaft. "We do want to reach home,"
she grinned at Ben, and he murmured with arousal as they turned
into the street to start toward their apartment.

Leaning over his lap, Amy's hand had slipped from Erin's nook.
Erin took a double-length dildo which she had put in her purse
before leaving Jack and Carla's. She slipped half of it up into
her quivering nook, and then worked the girl's jeans down from
her hips. She drew Amy's legs up over her lap, and opened them so
that she could press the other half of the phallus up into the
girl's cleave.

Amy's eyes opened wide with surprise, and she moaned softly
around Ben's cock. Erin's hands caressed the pert domes of her
ass, and held her in place until she relaxed. Amy went back to
licking and sucking his tool, and Erin began twisting her hips up
against Amy's, which churned the thick length in the girl's
underbelly.

Amy's body was stretched out across their laps, and her head
bobbed in his lap as her hips bobbed over Erin's. Erin pressed a
finger into the downy cleavage of the girl's fanny and into the
pastel pink bud of her anus to urge her to faster thrustings. Amy
responded, but her mouthings also quickened, and Ben turned into
a shopping center parking lot. The car jerked to a stop, and his
eyes closed as his come roared through him to hose into Amy's
mouth and down her throat as she swallowed.

"Tastes delicious, doesn't it?" Erin murmured, and Amy gurgled
her agreement.

"School will be starting soon," Erin said thoughtfully as Ben
went limp, and as she continued to fuck Amy. "Since Amy will have
to quit her job, I think she'd be best off to do it now, and take
one where her hours could be adjusted to after school hours."

Amy looked back over her shoulder with pleasure lidded eyes as
her box reverberated with Erin's knowing thrusts. The other half
of the phallus in Erin's own depths, she had to close her eyes
for a moment as the girl's thrustings drew an orgasm from her.

"Are you thinking of a job like... housekeeper?" Ben asked as his
head began to clear.

"Ah, a servant of sorts," Erin smiled as she rolled her hips
against Amy's and bobbed her finger in the girl's backside.
"Taking care of us, rather than the house. A sexual servant. We
could get you one of those lacy aprons for a uniform-just the
apron. I think we could find some... interesting duties for you,
if you feel you can be an obedient servant, Amy."

"I - I think so, Mrs. Harvey, Mr. Harvey," Amy whispered, and
Erin's thrusts quickened. "Oh, yes," Amy gasped as she came.

"Very good, my dear," Erin smiled as the convulsions of Amy's
cunt set hers off into a glorious climax.

"Yes, very good," Ben smiled as Amy began licking and sucking his
thick length up to a new erection.

The End

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