The Way of All Flesh
(M+/F, size, oral, anal, bd)by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org
Tony 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 will 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 huge H-cup 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 asscheeks. Erin was a 5'1, 101-lb. muscularly fit knockout of a woman who had enormous breasts, which seemed ever larger on her petite frame. 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 ass, pressing his fingertips down toward the base of its deep cleavage.
His cock was throbbing with arousal, her pendulous, 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 prick 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 cock against his leg until the trousers were lower than his swollen head. She slipped her hand to the side, and his thick 8-inch 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 prick upward, shifting his trunk against her, her cuntlips 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 prick 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, Tony 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 huge breasts. 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, Tony moving his lips to her other tit, and she rolled onto her back beneath him. Erin's thighs opened from around his prick, spreading to curl up against his hips, her cunt 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 cum, and he felt her wet pussy 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 swollen 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 ass 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 prick 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, cumming 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 cunt 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 cuntal 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 prick. 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 orgasm, 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 orgasm. He shook against her, his strained face lifted, and his cum was blasting through him, gushing into his jerking prick. 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 cum began to slacken. All thoughts were lost in the wake of their orgasm, 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 prick 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.
"Tony...?" 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, Tony relaxing.
Later, after she had fallen asleep beside him, and the next morning at work, Tony 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, Tony 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. Tony 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 555-525-5255
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 Tony 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...?" Tony 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," Tony 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," Tony 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?" Tony 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 Tony, Tony 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 halfway up her upper arms, and a one-piece outfit that left her big breasts bare, the globes thrust out through cutouts 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 Tony 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, Tony," 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," Tony 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 ass open and framed the pursing of her ass.
"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 swollen knob moving through the silver ring, and up into her ass.
"Then we'll be seeing you tomorrow," Tony 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 ass, her body bowed forward between shoulders and hips, her booted feet spread. He hung up the phone, after giving Tony 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 prick.
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 cutouts pressing into their bases as he rolled them back against her chest.
He groaned with pleasure as her ass tightened and loosened around his tool, her ass shifting from side to side against his hips and upper thighs. His sac was drenched with her juices, his balls swelling with his cum 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 puffy points 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 massive 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 cum," Carla chuckled, and her nostrils flared as the woman kissed her pussy, her tongue moving over her sleek plume.
The woman turned her head from side to side, nuzzling her mouth into Carla's pussy, 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 11-inch prick bobbing within her ass. His cock belonged to a horse, being over 8-inches in girth also. She groaned into Carla's cunt, 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 to 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 H-cup 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 pussy. 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 asscheeks 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 cunt. Jack gripped the woman's hips, and she leaned forward from the waist to lower her mouth to the wet depths Carla's pussy, her ass 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 orgasm 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 pussy 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 cum 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 ass, and his cum 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 orgasm 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 ass and through the silver ring. Still jerking, his prick spurted out the last of his spunk over her ass 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 cum gleaming from the woman's asscheeks, and he smiled thoughtfully, wondering what sort of clients Erin and Tony Harvey would be. His cock stiffened in anticipation.
Erin felt nervous about going to see someone about her sexual repression, but she had agreed with Tony 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 Tony 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," Tony nodded after glancing at Erin.
"Actually, I think Tony'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 Tony 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?" Tony 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, Tony, 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 ass. 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, Tony, if you'd like to accompany me to my office?" Carla said, and Tony 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. "Tony 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 Tony 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 orgasm 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 Tony'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 Tony 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 cunt 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 pussy, 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 pussy.
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 pussy, 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, cumming 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 cunt 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 prick, 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, Tony 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 cum, 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, Tony 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 prick. "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 cum 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 orgasm 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 cum broke free of his nuts.
Her mouth closed tightly around his spasming prick, 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 orgasm consuming him, mind and body fused as his cock jerked within Carla's mouth. His orgasm 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 cum from her lower lip.
Groggily, Tony 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 orgasm, and had removed it. He slipped the buttons of her blouse free of their eyelets without bothering to open the garment, and he smiled with pleasure at her flushed face and her expression of satisfaction.
Momentarily spent, Erin's eyes remained closed, and she smiled blissfully, only partially aware that someone was stretching out beside her on the couch. Jack slid his arms around her, and she shifted back against him, feeling secure in his strong arms. Then she remembered where she was and who she was with, her eyes opening wide.
Erin's body tensed, and she looked down at the strong arms that encircled her stomach. He was not hurting her, but she had no doubt that she could not break his hold. Her breathing was quicker, and she dimly became aware of her nakedness and of his hands just above the damp fur of her triangle.
Hesitantly, she turned her head to look back at him, but she was only able to glimpse the side of his head. His hands began to caress her belly, and her mouth opened with alarm.
"Relax," he told her firmly in a near whisper, and she realized that she did not know what she wanted to say. "Keep listening to the music."
She swallowed hard. His hands continued to move over her firm belly and began to glide down with its smooth curve into her abdomen. She tried to gather her thoughts, but they were confused, and the ecstasies his mouthings had produced were being rekindled by his hands. Somehow, it was easier to concentrate on the music than to try thinking clearly.
His fingertips began to move into the rusty curlings of her bush, and electric tremorings of pleasure spread outward from her tremoring cunt.
"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 ass 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 bluntness, 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 pussy 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 swollen knob pressed forcibly, and her weakened legs parted.
His right hand continued to stroke her cunt, and the left moved down to grip his cock. His fingers covered with her rich juices, he transferred them to his prick.
"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 pussy 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 11-inch 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 cunt 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 pussy, 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 prick 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 cuntal 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 clit 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 prick 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 cock 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 asscheeks. 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 cunt with a steady rhythm.
Her head dropped, and her bright hair fell around her face, and against the carpet. She ground her ass 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 11-incher 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 orgasm," 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 orgasm," he said, and his prick bucked within the broiling oven of her spasming cunt.
Her eyes opened wide, and she came again as she felt his prick hosing his cum up into her depths. She writhed as he gripped her hips, and kept thrusting his prick 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 ass. His cum 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 Tony recovered from his orgasm, Carla looked through the list of the sexual activities he had expressed interest in. Tony 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 cunt. 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 ass'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 ass, and he could just see the bud of her ass. "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 ass.
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 prick. Abruptly, he thought of Erin, and of his resisting the temptation his teenaged 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 ass.
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 ass 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 ass 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 cuntal 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 prick was throbbing deeply, and the heat spread out through his body. His balls felt swollen with his cum.
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 cum, let me know," she said as she began to work his cock 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 asscheeks 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 ass. 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 cum being brewed in answer to her ass's demands. Yet, he did not cum, 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 cum 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 orgasm 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 ass. 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 asscheeks.
She straightened, and his tool spurted the last of his cum 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, Tony 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 Tony's cock rubbed stiffly against her thigh, she thought again of Jack's huge member. Her hands tightened against Tony's buttocks as she remembered looking down to see Jack's swollen knob moving up from between her legs and into her snatch.
He caressed her thighs and ass as she twisted her self against his prick, 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. Tony 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 prick 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 cum 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 prick 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 Tony 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 cunt, 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 swollen 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 Tony's tongue lapping at her pussy as his mouth nuzzled 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 prick 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 Tony's tool, and her tongue lapped at its underside. She felt elation as he moaned into her cunt, and she remembered Jack's tongue knowingly focusing in on her clit. An orgasm flashed through her, and she shook against Tony.
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 cum 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 Tony's cock, and her mouth began to move up toward his swollen 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 orgasm 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 cum rushed through him, and his prick jumped within the grip of her mouth. She blinked, and her mouth lost its hold. His cum erupted from his head, and she saw it fountain up. Both of them trembled with their orgasm, 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 prick through glazed eyes. Softening, Tony's cock was curving downward, and she watched with fascination as his huge cum load 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.
Tony'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. Tony'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 cum.
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 cunt. 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 Tony's tool with her cunt. Feeling her tighten around him, Tony 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 cunt.
Amidst the rising waves of ecstasy Erin wondered why she had only let Tony 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.
Tony 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, cumming deeply, and he let the cum 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.
Tony dreamed of Carla, and Erin dreamed of Jack.
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 Tony 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 Tony 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 Tony. She told herself that there was nothing wrong in what she was doing, and that she was simply doing it so that Tony 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 Tony 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 Tony had shared the night before.
His appointment set for after he got off work, Tony 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 Tony's cock, and Tony 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 Tony 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 prick, which was huge even though flaccid.
Jack turned to watch the door open, and the woman he had been with when Tony 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 swollen knob suckling kisses. Erin's cunt 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 Tony had eaten her, and how she had been afraid to take Tony'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 giant 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 Tony'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 prick. 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 pussy. 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 cunt 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 asscheeks 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 cum. Erin's mouth pulled wide, and both desperation and passion showed on her face as she began to cum. Jack staggered back a step, and his jerking prick 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 prick came fully free. Erin gasped. His orgasm was receding and the flow of his cum 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 orgasm. 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 cunt.
"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 asscheeks 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 cum, 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 Tony 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... cum 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 Tony 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 asscheeks 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 ass. 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 ass.
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 ass, 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 ass, 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 ass 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 prick, 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 ass, 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 cum, 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 ass.
"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 ass, 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 ass.
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 asscheeks, 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 cunt, and the vibrator hummed within her ass. She groaned around the girth of his prick. 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 ass 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 cum, 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.
"Cum," 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 orgasm."
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 prick bucked, and his thick cum hosed out. Cumming, she felt the hot broth of his spend splashing against her tits, and her orgasm 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 cum 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 cum 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.
Tony 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.
"Tony?" 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 as