Erin's body tensed, and she looked down at the strong arms that encircled her stomach. He was not hurting her, but she had no doubt that she could not break his hold. Her breathing was quicker, and she dimly became aware of her nakedness and of his hands just above the damp fur of her triangle.
Hesitantly, she turned her head to look back at him, but she was only able to glimpse the side of his head. His hands began to caress her belly, and her mouth opened with alarm.
"Relax," he told her firmly in a near whisper, and she realized that she did not know what she wanted to say. "Keep listening to the music."
She swallowed hard. His hands continued to move over her firm belly and began to glide down with its smooth curve into her abdomen. She tried to gather her thoughts, but they were confused, and the ecstasies his mouthings had produced were being rekindled by his hands. Somehow, it was easier to concentrate on the music than to try thinking clearly.
His fingertips began to move into the rusty curlings of her bush, and electric tremorings of pleasure spread outward from her tremoring cunny.
"Feel the way the heat is increasing inside your cunt," he instructed, and she found herself nodding.
Her thoughts were blurred, and her awareness of his still erect cock pressed against her fanny was hazy. She knew it was there, and was aware of its immense length and girth, but she was unable to connect the awareness to her other thoughts. Her clit was pulsing deeply, and she shifted back against him.
"Take notice of the sensitivity of your labia," he said with a doctoral matter-of-factness, and his fingertips touched knowingly along the hypersensitive lips.
A murmur of pleasure escaped her, and her eyes closed to the flarings of joy that swarmed up and down her slit. He stroked her furrow with slow sweepings, and her juices gleamed from his fingertips. She shivered with the mounting sensations filling her nook. The pulsings of her pearl and the rhythm of the music became one to her, the last of her defenses falling before the surges of orgasmic energy his expert touch was creating "Feel how the cunt salivates to provide lubrication," he instructed as he slid his fingers into the wet pudding of her snatch.
She gasped as his fingers flowed within her cleave, stroking her mound, her lips, and her pink interior. Touching all but her blazing clit, his experienced hands drew forth an orgasm, and she shook against him. Her heart pounded, and her mind spun with ecstasy.
He shifted lower on the couch, but she was unaware of it. His cock moved down below her ass and against the backs of her thighs. The bulbous knob pressed forcibly, and her weakened legs parted.
His right hand continued to stroke her cunny, and the left moved down to grip his cock. His fingers covered with her rich juices, he transferred them to his rod.
"I'm sure you've become aware of a certain yearning for a release from the increasing sensations," he said as he moved to align his cock with her slit.
She nodded. The blood was pounding in her ears, and she felt as if she were sweltering with a fever. He arched his hips as he spread his fingers to open her slit, and his knob pressed between her lips. She groaned. All of her repressions were lost in the fury of her desires, and her hips arched to quicken his entry.
"Feel how the partial filling of the furrow creates a partial sense of relief," he said casually and she gave a little whimpering sound as he kept only his head within her.
His fingers continued to avoid her clit as he stroked her lips, and he shifted the plump head of his cock within her slit. She bit at her lower lip, and her body shifted from side to side. She moistened her lips.
"Now, pay attention to how the gradual entrance changes the form your response takes," he told her.
She moaned as she waited for him to thrust up into her clutching snatch, but he did not move for several moments. Then, he began to slide ever so slowly into her. Her breath caught as his thick shaft eased upward by fractions of an inch. She was no longer aware of where she was, or who she was with. Her entire being was in the grip of her desires.
She tightened her cunny around him as tightly as she could, his bulk such that there was not much room between her cunt's relaxed state and its tightened state. His big cock's head rode up into her channel, and his trunk continued to slowly glide in between her lips.
His left hand moved up to the peaked dome of one of her tits, and he caressed it with her juices. She arched her body forward to crush her breast against his hand, an orgasm flaming through her as he continued moving his prod up into her. His damp hand slid over her tit, and she squirmed her rounded ass back against his abdomen. Then, he was fully within her, and she tightened her snatch around his glutting length.
"Now that you are filled you will have realized the range of feelings from emptiness to this stage," he observed. "Thus, we can proceed to yet another area for you to take note of," he said, and began to draw his prick from her.
She gasped, her eyes opening wide, and she looked down helplessly. She realized that he was going to take his cock out, that the ecstatic pleasures the cock provided were about to end.
"No," she blurted out without realizing she had spoken, and she tightened her vaginal muscles as much as she could.
"Very well," he said with a shrug, and began to thrust back up into her. "I suppose we can study the effects of alternating motion," he added as his head pressed against her cervix, and then he began to pull back out.
Erin shook against him, and her head went back against his shoulder as orgasms expanded within her recesses. His tool rose and fell within her, and she groaned with raptures.
"An advantage of this particular arrangement of the bodies is that the clitoris is easily given access to," he said, and his fingers circled the flaming bolt of her clit.
Her mouth opened wide, and her breath caught. His fingers gradually moved in against one another to encircle her throbbing pearl. Her depths quaked with expectation. He pressed the hood away, and his fingertips danced over her clit. She cried out, her body jumping, and a string of orgasms rocketed through her. Her flesh felt afire. Her mind spun in a maelstrom of carnal joy.
"As well, the positions may be easily changed," he said, and she was only vaguely aware that he was speaking.
Holding her clit and her breast, he leaned back and rolled her over atop him. She moaned as his rod shifted within her, and he began to thrust again. She twisted and stretched atop his strong body, and she reached back to grip his hips and the outsides of his ass. The earth itself seemed to be rising and falling beneath her and to be pistoning within her cunt. His knowing stroking of her clit and his caressing of her breasts seemed to be at one with the movement of his bone.
"And another variation," he said, and sat forward, his body raising her from the waist.
She slid her calves back alongside her thighs and bounced upon the saddle of his hips, the pommel of his sex continuing to rise and fall.
His hands moved to her hips as he shifted his legs, and he raised her up onto her knees as he rose to his.
Kneeling behind her, he began to quicken the pace of his thrusts.
Dizzy, she leaned forward and dropped her weight onto her arms. On all fours before him, she gripped the black leather of the couch with her hands and her knees twisted against it. Her hands were at the end of the couch. His hips thrust against her full ass cheeks. Her palms damp, her hands began to slip off. His cock thrust high within her, and his hands moved from her hips to her slit. Her hands slipped from the couch, and she gasped. With a rush of adrenaline, she looked down as she grabbed out at the carpet to break her fall, and his fingers were swirling over her clit. She screamed, and her face rose high. Her body jumped with seizures of intense pleasure. Her arms were held straight to support her, and her body rose back and up toward him. He continued moving in and out of her drenched cunny with a steady rhythm.
Her head dropped, and her bright hair fell around her face, and against the carpet. She ground her fanny back against him, and twisted her clit against his fingers. The blood was rushing to her head, and her arms were trying to go out from under her. She could not concentrate on any thought. The overpowering drive of her quickening orgasms was consuming her.
His enormous cock rose and fell, rose and fell within her gulping snatch. The expansions and contractions of her orgasms were overlapping. Her clit was pulsing faster and faster. Her forearms dropped to the carpet, and her breasts pressed back against the grained leather of the couch. Her fingers clawed at the carpet. The orgasms came faster and faster, and closer and closer. He continued to move at the same controlled pace. She pressed her face to the carpet, and her mouth opened against it.
Her body tensed, and her muscles twitched beneath her flushed skin. The fevered pitch of her clit's pulsings rose swiftly. All her pleasures focused in on the blazing pearl. His cock continued its expert movements as his fingers burnished.
"Now, you are experiencing your climax," he said, and his voice was a bit tight from his exertion.
Her throat was constricted, and so her scream was silent as her culmination broke free. All the tensions of her body dissolved, and bliss blossomed out through it, and through her mind.
"And this is a shared climax," he said, and his prod bucked within the broiling oven of her spasming cunt.
Her eyes opened wide, and she came again as she felt his prod hosing his come up into her depths. She writhed as he gripped her hips, and kept thrusting his prod even as it was gushing his spend up inside her.
She gasped breathlessly with the crescendo of her passions.
Her body went limp, and her forearms slid forward and out from under her till her arms were stretched out before her, and her tits were pushed forward against the texture of the carpet. Time and space were blurred for her. Groggy, she was partially aware of his cock's last spurtings of his juices.
He opened his hands from her hips, and gravity dropped her from him and off of his tool. The end of the couch pressed against the center of her thighs, and her body curved down toward the floor from the upward thrust of her fanny. His come seeped from her slit, and curled through her muff toward her belly.
He stood up from the couch and moved across the office to mix himself a drink. Satiation clouding her brain, she watched his lithe body move to the bar. There seemed to be something she should be thinking, some way she should be reacting, but she could not think. She was not sure at that moment where she was, nor who he was, but she did not care. She did know that she felt totally spent, and satisfied.
While Ben recovered from his climax, Carla looked through the list of the sexual activities he had expressed interest in. Ben sat before her desk silently. He was uncertain what to say or do, and what his involvement in the therapy would be.
"Yes, I think we can take care of this," she nodded, and stood up to move around before him.
He looked up at her gypsy-like face and at the thrust of her big breasts against her shirt-dress. His mouth felt dry.
"Unbutton my dress from the waist down, Mr. Harvey," she said, and he blinked with surprise.
Her expression did not change, and he looked into her lidded eyes for a moment before looking back down before his face. He raised his hands, and began to open the buttons of the shirt-dress. As he continued downward, he had to lean forward, and the top of his head bumped against her loins. His face felt hot, and he realized that he could inhale the fragrant scent of her cunny. His cock was still outside his trousers, and it began to stiffen, and to lift from the seat of the chair.
He straightened, and wished that he had unbuttoned upwards as the skirt of the dress hung so that the view of her thighs, and her loins was still blocked.
"Now, we can-" she began as she turned away from him, but she paused, and moved to take a jar from her desk. "Here, you'll need to use this," she said, and handed him the jar.
Still seated, he looked down of the lubricant. She stood watching him, and he felt self-conscious as he dipped his fingertips into the jelly.
He could feel her watching as he stroked his erect tool, and he quickly lubricated it.
"Here you are," she said, and he looked up to see her offering him a tissue.
Businesslike, she returned the jar to her desk as he wiped his hand, and then she moved toward one of the windows. Standing, he watched as she reached around in front of her to catch each side of her dress's skirt. She pulled the fabric back around, and he saw her full hips bared and the rich globes of her ass. She took the skirt in one hand to hold it to the side of her fanny's inviting cleavage, and he had a clear view of it and her statuesque legs.
"We'll now investigate anal entry," she said back over her shoulder,
"and find out how much it is to your liking in reality."
Not knowing what to say, he moved toward her. His prick thrust out before him, he moved it closer and closer to her ass as she leaned toward the window. She placed her free hand on the window sill, and he could not be sure if she was watching his reflection in the glass, or was looking out at the view. He wished he had seen her cunt and her breasts, but this did nothing to lessen the arousal he felt.
She spread her feet wide, and her legs formed a pyramid with its peak at her ass. He could just see the base of her cunt and its ebony plume.
Above that was the widened cleave of her fanny, and he could just see the bud of her anus. "I've relaxed my muscles, so you can enter however you wish," she said, and the sultry tone of her voice was at odds with the medical professionalism of her phrasing.
He reached out, and moved his palms over her dusky gold flesh. She gave no reaction as he caressed the lust orbs of her buttocks. His breathing had deepened, and he could feel his heart pounding. He moved closer to her, and his head pressed against the pink pursing of her anus.
Arching his hips, he sank the top of his shaft into her ass, and his eyes lidded at the warm waves of pleasure that rose up through his rod.
Abruptly, he thought of Erin, and of his resisting the temptation his teenage secretary presented. But he reminded himself that they were with the Romes to improve their own sexual relations, and that Erin was now with Jack. If only to quickly avoid the latter thought, he pressed his length fully up into her rectum.
His loins against the silky flesh of her tush, he stood still for several moments and just felt the heat surrounding his throbbing tool.
Gradually, he began to draw himself from her, and he looked down at her long legs. She wore black leather boots that reached up almost to her knees, and from there to her waist she was naked. Then her ass tightened around him, and his lips parted.
With stunning expertise, she began to loosen and contract her rectum about his cock. He groaned with pleasure as she stroked the sheath of his flesh around the engorged meat of his trunk, and he realized that she was tugging him back up into her. He arched his hips back toward her, and his hands tightened around her hips.
"The muscles of the rectum are like any others," she informed him as she continued pulling him back into the roiling heat of her ass. "One can learn to use them if one wishes, just as one can learn to control the throat, the vaginal muscles, and the muscles of the loins."
His head spun with rapturous excitement, and he began to rock his hips from side to side. Reversing the rhythm of her ass, she began to force his tool back out. His prod was throbbing deeply, and the heat spread out through his body. His balls felt swollen with his come.
She began to move her hips in counter-rhythm to his, and he gritted his teeth at the increase of the pulsings. Their movements swiveled his shaft from side to side, and her grippings pushed it down through the turnings. Vertigo crept through his brain, and he closed his eyes in an effort to control his equilibrium. She began to pull his cock back up into her, but faster this time.
"If you want to come, let me know," she said as she began to work his sex back down.
His flesh was burning, and his whole body seemed to radiate with the heat she was filling him with. He could not even tell if his prick was still hard any longer. Her knowing massaging of his bone seemed to be making him totally flexible. He felt her soft ass cheeks against his glutted balls.
He felt as if he were going mad with arousal. Her movements continued to quicken, and his cock slid in and out, and his balls slapped against her fanny. It was as if she were clutching him to keep him from spending and was pulling his spend from him at the same time. It felt as if his nuts were being expanded like balloons, more and more of his come being brewed in answer to her ass's demands. Yet, he did not come, and the arousal continued to mount. His face was contorted, his eyes screwed shut to the flashes of light behind his eyelids, and his mouth widened with a strangled cry.
She continued her rectal stroking, but otherwise she stood as before.
Leaning forward from the waist, her right hand rested easily against the window sill. He was panting, and sweat gleamed from his forehead.
"Now," he gasped, unable to endure the extremes of ecstasy any longer.
The play of her ass changed, and it was as if a dam had been opened.
His come blasted from his balls. His fingers indented her hips and her ass. His legs unsteady, his knees were trying to buckle. His spend blasted through the bucking length of his cock and showered up into her bowels. All thoughts dissolved as his climax raged through him and buoyed him high. A buzzing filled his ears and his breath caught.
He shuddered against her ass, and his bone continued to jump within the flexing grip of her fanny. The air broke from his lungs, and he sagged against her. Gasping, he found he could not gather his thoughts, and he surrendered to the exquisite raptures engulfing him.
His knees went out from under him, and his feet began to slide back.
She totally relaxed her ass, and his cock popped free. He dropped to his knees behind her, and his hands dropped to the carpet. His head still swimming, he leaned forward against her and rested his forehead against the luxurious pillows of her ass cheeks.
She straightened, and his tool spurted the last of his come out between her feet.
"Did you find the reality equal to the fantasy, Mr. Harvey?" she asked as he sat back against his heels, and she let her dress fall back into place.
She turned around, and he looked up through glazed eyes to see that the dress was again covering her. He tilted his head back, and saw her looking down at him coolly. Unruffled, she waited for his reply.
"Yeah," was all he could manage, and he nodded groggily.
"That's good," she said, and moved past him. "We wouldn't want your fantasies to be damaged by our examination, would we?"
That night, Ben stretched out beneath the-covers and watched Erin come from the bathroom. The light behind her outlined her body against the thin nightgown she wore, the bedroom light out. She slid into bed beside him, and they embraced to kiss. Their tongues stroked; and flowed back and forth between their joined mouths. Her hands gripped his sides, and he raised her nightgown up around her hips.
"How'd you feel about today?" he asked softly.
"Oh, it was… interesting, I guess," she murmured, and lowered her face to watch her hand rubbing his chest.
"Find out anything interesting?" he asked as he brushed her hair back from her face.
"They said that, you know, we shouldn't talk about… about things at this stage," she said nervously.
"Yeah. Yeah, guess you're right," he nodded, and tried to force his curiosity back. "I just wanted to make sure that… that it's still okay with you."
"Yeah, if I can-if we can have more fun together," she said, and he kissed her face.
With relief, she embraced him tightly, and their mouths joined again.
Their tongues moved more forcibly, and he encased one of her ripe tits in his hand. He felt a sense of jealousy at the idea that she and Jack had been alone doing things that he knew nothing of, but the jealousy conflicted with his thoughts of being with Carla. Telling himself that he certainly did not want to risk inducing any guilt feelings in Erin, and thus risk canceling out the whole purpose of their seeing the Romes, he pushed his doubts aside. He pressed his tongue deeper into her mouth, and raised the nightgown up around her waist.
She felt his hardened cock against her thigh, and she relaxed a little.
She had been afraid that he would want to know what she and Jack had done, and she had not been able even to think about it yet. And as she thought of Jack, and as Ben's cock rubbed stiffly against her thigh, she thought again of Jack's huge member. Her hands tightened against Ben's buttocks as she remembered looking down to see Jack's bulbous knob moving up from between her legs and into her snatch.
He caressed her thighs and fanny as she twisted her self against his prod, and he smiled with pleasure at her passion. Her hands gripped his ass, and she pulled her tits back and forth against his chest. He murmured with pleasure, his tool throbbing.
Erin recalled how Jack's cock had moved slowly up into her and had filled her, and she vividly remembered the sensations of joy he had created with it and his mouth. Ben pulled his mouth from hers and pushed the nightgown down so that he could kiss her breasts. His hips moved back from her, and she felt the head of his rod rub against her.
He sucked the carnation pink rises of her aureolas, and the pinker peaks of her nipples. She murmured happily and found herself turning from the waist to kiss his shoulder and his side.
Feeling her turn, he blinked with surprise, and hope caused his breath to catch. He moved his lips down to kiss her belly through the thin stuff of the nightgown that was now covering only it.
Without thinking, she moved her kisses down his side to his hip, and then between it and his abdomen. He inhaled deeply at the movement of her full lips against his fevered flesh. The thought that she was moving toward his swollen cock for the first time caused his mind to spin. He moved his mouth to her lower belly and pushed the nightgown up beneath her tits. Suddenly, he remembered Carla's mouth approaching his cock, and he recalled how she had knowingly sucked his come from him.
His cock throbbed with expectation.
She felt his pubic hair against her lips, and then his shaft was against her cheek. She swallowed hard and looked at his prod from beneath heavily lidded eyes.
He thought back to the sensations Carla's lips and tongue had created, and he again wondered what she looked like fully naked. Erin kissed around the base of his cock, and uncertainty moved through her.
Erin wanted to give him head, but Jack had not had her try that yet.
Abruptly, she wondered how she could take his huge tool into her mouth without choking. She closed her eyes tightly, realizing that Ben thought she was going to go down on him, and not wanting to disappoint him. His kisses moved into the red curlings of her muff, and she gripped his hips tightly. Willing herself to do it, she pressed her lips to his shaft.
He kissed her slit, his mind reeling as he felt her soft lips kissing his trunk. Her mouth moved hesitantly upward, and he kissed her slit.
She trembled against him, and he widened his mouth over her mound. Her lips parted against his throbbing length, and her tongue licked at him.
He flicked his tongue up and down her slit as he sucked at the pronounced rise of her cunny, and somewhere in his mind he wondered what Carla's cunt looked like, and what it was like to fuck. Erin wanted to raise her mouth to take in his bulbous head, but the old fears and doubts were already creeping through her mind. She found herself wishing that she had eaten Jack so that she could at least tell herself that she had done it once before. She moved her tongue back down his cock, and she moved one hand to caress his balls. She concentrated on thinking of being with Jack just so that she could distract herself from the old repressions. She felt Ben's tongue lapping at her furrow as his mouth 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 rod in her mouth.
He groaned against her snatch, as he felt her mouth seek to encompass his width as she licked the side of his shaft. For Erin to be doing even this was such an unknown experience that he found it easier to think of being with Carla again. He pressed his tongue into Erin's cleave and wondered if Carla could taste as good as Erin did.
Erin turned so that she could kiss his dorsal vein and again gripped him in her mouth. Sucking, she moved her mouth up and down Ben's tool, and her tongue lapped at its underside. She felt elation as he moaned into her cunny, and she remembered Jack's tongue knowingly focusing in on her clit. An orgasm flashed through her, and she shook against Ben.
He wished that she would take his head into her mouth, that she would truly go down on him, but he could not help but feel elation at her actions. His balls tremored beneath the still uncertain movements of her fingers, and his bone throbbed deeply within the rise and fall of her mouth. He licked up toward her clit, and she came again, and her body writhed against his. Her mouth sucked harder, and he felt his come trying to break free.
His tongue lashed against the tip of her clit, and she groaned and stretched. She felt her depths imploding and exploding with orgasmic intensity, and she was reliving her tonguing by Jack. She sucked harder at Ben's cock, and her mouth began to move up toward his bulbous head as her repressions began to be overshadowed by her pleasures. An image of Jack's cock filled her mind as fully as his cock had filled her cunt. She rolled his balls in her hand. She groaned as multiple orgasms rose through her and blinded her to everything but their fulfilling intensity.
He gasped for breath as her mouth moved up his cock, and he licked faster at her clit. His come strained for release within the balls she was stroking. Her lips touched the cleft of his head, and he arched his body against her. His spend came free.
His mouth widening, his tongue pressed firmly against her clit, and she gasped with joy as her orgasms linked. His come rushed through him, and his rod jumped within the grip of her mouth. She blinked, and her mouth lost its hold. His come erupted from his head, and she saw it fountain up. Both of them trembled with their climax, and their thoughts were ganzed with satiation.
Gradually, they went limp and lay gasping for air. Finally, she caught her breath, and she opened her eyes to look at his prod through glazed eyes. Softening, Ben's cock was curving downward, and she watched with fascination as his thick come slid down along his shaft. She wondered what it tasted like, and was tempted to find out, but she could not make herself act to extend her tongue.
Ben's jealousy had been banished by the evident change in Erin's attitudes. He wondered how such a change could have been effected in one day, but did not want to question such a benefit. He gave the lips of her damp cunt a kiss, and shifted around to take her in his arms again.
They kissed slowly, their hands tenderly caressing, and both of them found themselves wondering what their next visits with the Romes would entail. Ben's eyes opened, and he smiled with satisfaction at Erin. She blushed shyly, and looked down.
"That felt… wonderful," he told her, and she glanced up with a trace of a smile of pride.
"Really?" she asked.
"Really," he nodded, and he slid the nightgown from her body.
"You're getting hard again," she whispered as he tossed the nightgown aside.
"Yeah," he said as he looked down to watch his shaft straighten. "And it's all lubricated," he grinned as he noted the coating of his own come.
She smiled, and rolled onto her back. Stretching out atop her, he recalled lubricating his cock for Carla, and he wondered what it would be like to ball Erin's ass. His breathing deepening, he angled his cock's head between her lips, and slid up into her cunny. Her eyes closed, and she murmured with pleasure as she embraced him tightly.
Tasting her flavor from his mouth, she wondered if Jack had liked it when he had eaten her, and she gripped Ben's tool with her cunt.
Feeling her tighten around him, Ben again thought of Carla's amazing muscle control, and again wondered what her cunt was like.
Their bodies thrust and pulled together, and their breathing quickened.
She came, and her legs drew up around his hips so that she could take him deeper. His thoughts shifted back and forth between Erin and Carla, and hers shifted between him and Jack. Their bodies moved with more abandon than they had known in a long time, and their voices joined in moans of ecstasy as his cock thrust and twisted within the quaking hold of her cunny.
Amidst the rising waves of ecstasy Erin wondered why she had only let Ben eat her once before, and why she had refused to let herself enjoy it. She cursed her feelings of guilt and revulsion, and thrust her cunt up and down his cock with renewed fervor. She hoped that Jack and Carla could free her of all her hang-ups.
Ben blinked his eyes open with overjoyed surprise at her passion, and his rose to meet hers. Their bodies twisted and stretched together, and they rolled onto their sides. She cried out, coming deeply, and he let the come blast free of his balls. He gushed up into her, and his mind and body vibrated as one.
They gripped one another tightly and kissed one another's faces. Both were satiated, and they fell asleep with blissful smiles on their lips.
Ben dreamed of Carla, and Erin dreamed of Jack.