Once again dressed, Jack and Carla sat on Erin's sofa, and she stood before there. They had unbound her hands and arms.
"Strip naked," Jack directed as casually as if asking for a cigarette.
As Erin removed the bracelets, rings, and collar, she thought about having sixty-nined with Carla. By her own choice, she had pulled the dildo out of Carla's cunny so that she could go down on her, and she had clutched the double-length prod so that she could fuck her with it.
She remembered everything that had happened yesterday and today with the brother and sister, and it was too much for her to try and cope with. So she concentrated on unfastening the leather belt.
She trembled as the ball came away from her clit and the ring slipped loose from her cunt and as she slipped the dildo out of her ass. She removed the boots and then straightened. It seemed absurd, but she realized that she now felt embarrassed. Though the garments had hardly concealed anything and, in fact, had exposed her more than she was now exposed, she felt more naked now. She blushed, and wanted to cover herself as they casually moved their eyes over her.
"We noted your awkwardness when you were sucking my cock and Carla came in," Jack said, "and we've decided that you need to get over your inhibitions about being seen naked. Walk around, and straighten the apartment as you would normally. Dust, or whatever," he said, and leaned back with his arms stretched out atop the back of the couch.
Confused, she stood there for a moment, but the intensity of their staring eyes caused her to turn. She could feel their eyes moving over her back and fanny, and she felt self-conscious as she moved around the room straightening things. She was uncertain what to do, and so got a dust cloth. They sat silently watching her bend over, straighten, stretch, and squat to dust all the furniture in the room. She was aware of every jiggle of her tits or ass and every shifting of her cunt.
Having dusted every available surface and receiving no further instructions from them, she got the vacuum cleaner from a closet, plugged it in, and turned it on. She began to go over the carpet. The brother and sister watched her, but she became less and less conscious of being watched, or being naked while they were clothed.
"I think we could do with something to drink," Carla said.
"Yes, some iced tea, perhaps," Jack said, and Erin turned the vacuum off.
She prepared the tea and carried the glasses back on a serving tray.
Standing before them, she leaned forward from the waist to hold the tray toward them. He took his glass and plucked an ice cube from it as Carla took her glass. He reached out and rubbed the cube against one of Erin's nipples. Her breath caught at the sudden chill, and her nipple went erect against the chilling hardness. He sat back, and a bead of water moved down the undercurve of Erin's tit from her damp nipple.
"I think we'd like to see how you masturbate now," he said as he leaned back, and he dropped the cube back into his glass. "Nipple sweetening beats sugar," he chuckled to himself.
"You-you mean in front of you?" Erin stammered as he sipped his drink.
"We'd hardly be able to evaluate your technique if you were in the other room, now would we?" Carla asked with a weary shake of her head, and Erin stood trying to consider their order.
"Do it," he said, and though he did not speak loudly or threateningly, there was something in it that made her put the tray down and take a few steps back from them.
"Standing, or… what?" she said in an apologetic whisper.
"On your knees," he said firmly, and she dropped to them.
Her knees apart, the wet pink of Erin's cleave was spread for them to view. Nervously, she moved her fingertips along her lips, and touched her thumbs to either side of her clit. Her nervousness began to fade, and her fingers flowed along either side of her furrow, and her thumbs rubbed against the sides of her clit. Her breasts rose and fell, and her mouth opened with the deepening of her breath. Her eyelids lowered, and she began to sway from side to side as her pleasures began to mount. She did not see Carla reach into her large handbag and take out an 8mm movie camera.
Erin's breath hummed in and out of her as she continued to masturbate, and she did not hear the whir of the camera as Carla filmed her performance. Her clit sparked within the wet caress of her thumbs, and her lips quivered against the stroking of her fingers. Carla stood, and moved around to her side as she continued filming.
"Keep at it," Erin heard Jack say, "and move forward on your knees."
It took a second before she was able to interpret his words through the carnal confusion of her brain, and she began to inch forward. Her fingers continued to glide within her cleave as her thumbs burnished the longing ache of her clit, and her movements toward him only compounded the agitation in her cleave. Carla stood up, and moved around her with the camera. Waves of succulent joy lapped at Erin's brain, and her flesh burned as she unquestioningly obeyed him. Carla went to one knee behind her so that she could film the shiftings of her fanny, and the damp base of her mound as Erin's fingers darted in and out of view.
Erin squinted her eyes to see how much further she had to go, and she saw that his hardened prod was out of his pants and jabbing up into the air before her. She moved her knees forward with more determination upon seeing the prize.
Gasping, Erin moved between his spread legs, and she dropped her mouth around his thick tool.
"Suck me off, cunt," he said, and the words sounded almost tender to her enraptured mind.
Her upper arms pressed in against her breasts and pushed them together as her hands continued moving in her cleave. She licked at his knob and his dorsal vein as she drew in her cheeks around him. Hungrily, she pressed her head down so that she could fill her mouth with him. His eyes lidded, and he smiled as she energetically sucked at him.
"Relax your throat muscles," he told her as he leaned back, and he again stretched his arms out atop the back of the couch.
Erin found herself obeying, and his big knob was bobbing in her throat.
Her breath flowed around his wet flesh, and brief chills mixed with the burning filling his prod. He inhaled deeply with pleasure and looked past Erin to Carla.
Carla stood between Erin's feet, and she pointed the camera down at his crotch to film the movements of Erin's mouth around his cock. Moving back, she pressed her foot against the insides of both of Erin's feet, and they and Erin's calves moved farther apart. Carla stretched out on the floor, adjusted her focus, and moved the lens past Erin's opened ass to just under her cunny so that she had a close-up of it and Erin's hands. She then moved around the couch to film the scene from his point of view.
Erin's head moved up and down, and the light gleamed from her long red hair as she took more and more of his huge prick into her mouth and throat. Her body curved between her hips and shoulders, and it was bucking as her snatch convulsed around her fingers, and her clit raged joyously. She felt the side of one of the dildoes being turned, and stroked against her lower cunt, but it was only a small element in her ecstasies, and so she did not think about it.
Having lubricated the copy of the prod now in Erin's mouth and throat, Carla pressed its head against the pale pink bud of Erin's anus. Erin groaned around him as the thick shaft glided up into her rectum, and she tightened and loosened around it. The full, rounded cheeks tightened around the girth of the dildo, and the light glowed from the flecks of pale down surrounding her stretched aperture as Carla again used the movie camera.
His face tightened, and his hands clutched the top of the couch. Erin's head pistoned up and down, and she sucked harder at his throbbing column.
"I'm going to come in your mouth," he said with a shortness of breath,
"but don't swallow it. Understand?"
Continuing to suck, Erin nodded. She felt delighted that he was going to let her taste his juices, and that she did not have to worry about choking, but she also felt disappointed that he was denying her what he had given the dark-haired woman. Then she felt his thick length begin to jerk in her mouth. She slid her mouth and throat up and down around it, and he groaned. His come blasted free, and it splashed against the roof of her mouth as she pulled back a little, and washed over her tongue. She came again, and murmured with happiness as his flavor saturated her taste buds.
Gradually, the flow of his come lessened, and he began to soften. Erin gurgled as she let his head slip free of her lips. Her mouth was filled with the warm thickness of his come. Carla's fingers curled in her hair, and pulled her head back to raise her face. Erin caught a glimpse of his satiated expression, and she glowed with pride. Leaning over, Carla pressed her mouth to Erin's, and her tongue stretched into her mouth.
Carla licked his come from the insides of Erin's cheeks, from the roof of her mouth, her tongue and gums. Erin tightened her ass around the dildo as the woman's tongue caressingly removed his spend, and she was unaware of his taking up the camera to film them.
Carla released her, and Erin longingly watched her swallow down the last of the spend she had sucked from him. Carla sat down next to Jack, and motioned for Erin to stand. She found her legs again unsteadily, and she saw the camera.
"You-you were making movies of-" she blurted.
"So you can objectively observe your own behavior," he dismissed her protest.
Before she could consider the situation' Carla was sliding another of the dildoes up into her drenched cunt, and she gasped. The prod pressed against the other through the thin membrane, and they turned her so that her side was to them. Carla grasped the front dildo while he held the rear one, and they began to move them in and out. Her eyes closed to the seesawing movement. One moment her ass was glutted, and the next her cunt was. Back and forth moved the shafts.
"Have we covered all the points on the schedule?" he asked Carla as he thrust the anal prod up into Erin's rectum.
"Just about, I think," Carla nodded as she thrust the vaginal prod up into Erin's cunny.
"Time does fly when you're busy, doesn't it?" he smiled, and turned the rear dildo as he pushed it back up Into Erin.
Erin rocked back and forth from her heels to the balls of her feet as they chattered on, and her body shook between the rise and fall of the two shafts. The room seemed to tilt, and she felt that only the rods and their holds on them were keeping her upright.
"Put the center of your back atop the ottoman," Jack said as he stood up, and Erin opened her glazed eyes.
They released the prods after they were again both embedded in her depths, and she turned dizzily to look toward the ottoman. As she walked toward it, her body shifted around the thick lengths and she had to steady herself.
She slowly sat down against the edge of the ottoman, and the prods again moved within her. She reached back to grip the sides of the ottoman for support, and she leaned back. Her fanny slipped off, and the round top of the ottoman pressed against her from the small of her back to her shoulder blades. Her hair spilled down from her head to the floor, and her legs stretched out.
"Grab your ankles," he told her, and she slid her feet back as she stretched her arms toward them.
Her body was curved upward from her shoulders to her knees. Her thighs spread wide, her calves angled out from under them, and her hands clutched her ankles. Her arms straightened, she lay waiting. Her slit was spread around the base of the dildo, and her juices gleamed from her pink inner flesh.
Her head dangled back, and she saw Carla upside down. Naked up to the waist, Carla dropped one of the couch's cushions on the floor behind Erin's head. Erin heard him moving in front of her spread thighs, and she strained to lift her head. He pulled the shaft from her nook, and she tightened her grip on her ankles as a wave of pleasure rolled through her.
Due to her position, her cunt remained open. She watched as he attached the lower part of a metal figure-eight to the base of the dildo, and she wondered what he was doing. Two elastic straps hung from the top of the upper circle. Naked, he slid his cock through the metal ring and began to harden as he reached behind him to connect the two straps.
Now, two identical looking cocks thrust out from him, one a duplicate, the other its model. Less than a half-inch separated them.
He removed the prod from her ass and knelt between her thighs. She dampened her lips with expectancy, and dropped her head back to see Carla kneeling on the cushion behind her. Carla was sliding half of the double length dildo up into her ass.
Erin's bowed body trembled as he entered her cunt and rectum at the same time. He drew back, and thrust, and the matched shafts moved together. Her hands upon her hips, Carla arched her fanny back, and the head of the exposed half of her dildo pressed against Erin's mouth. Her lips parted, and she sucked the copy of the cock in her rectum.
His eyes lidded as he pushed the dildo up into her snatch, and his cock up into her backside. He could feel the dildo against the top of his shaft as they slid in and out together. Erin groaned with pleasure around Carla's phallus, and she sucked and bit at it to move the other half about in Carla's box. She could still taste the residue of his come in her mouth as she mouthed the image of his cock. Her loins and ass thrust against his twin thrustings.
Erin squirmed upon the ottoman, and her straightened arms trembled as she clutched her ankles tighter. Her tensed thighs quivered to either side of him as he drove his cock and its duplicate into her ass and cunt. His face was flushed with excitement, and his sac slapped up under her rounded fanny.
Her torso arched, and her tits thrust upward imploringly. Erin almost growled around the phallus jutting from Carla's lush ass. Her clit pulsed faster and faster, and her entire body began to shake until she thought she would explode.
Carla's knees dug into the pillow, and she dropped her hands to the carpet as the prod in her ass moved faster. Her fingers clawed the thick nap. Her mouth open, she raised her face and began thrusting her luxuriant ass back toward Erin's voracious mouthings. Volcanic eruptions of heat burst within her bowels, and she gasped as she came.
His come came free of his balls, and his big tool began to jab back and forth in Erin's rectum, the dildo doing the same in her cunt. She cried out with satisfaction. She could not tell that there was any separation between her passageways, nor that both shafts were not hosing come up into her quaking depths. He and his sister dropped away from her.
Erin could no longer keep her hands closed, and her ankles slipped free. Her feet slid forward till her legs were straightened. Her hands dropped to the floor, and her head lolled back. Saliva flecked her lips, her juices gleamed from her cleave, and his come seeped from between her plush buttocks.
After a time, Erin heard the shower running again, and then they were looking down at her. They were dressed, and Erin felt a pang of disappointment when she noticed that Carla was carrying her handbag.
"You-you're going?" she asked in a small voice, and pressed one hand to the floor to push herself partially up.
"Yes," Jack nodded with just a hint of a smile, "we've other business to see to."
"Oh, I…" she faltered as she pushed up onto her feet, but could not think what to say, or to do. She had forgotten that she was naked, and even that his come gleamed upon her ass and thighs. She wondered if she should see them to the door like a good hostess. It made no sense to her, but she did not want them to go.
"At exactly five thirty-five," Carla said as she drew the double-length dildo out of her bag, "we want you to stick this up your cunt until you come."
Erin's head nodded as she reverently took the prod. She thought that it had been washed, but then she realized that it was not the same as the other and was more flexible.
"Yes, it bends, but will return to that form," Jack told her. "While you've got the image of my cock in you, I want you to lean forward as you bend the other half up so you can lick it. You are to think of both halves as my cock itself, and we expect you to treat it accordingly," he said. "Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," she whispered, knowing she should say the opposite, but wanting to do it.
"You will let no one else see it. Not Ben, not anyone," Carla told her, and she again nodded.
Feeling displaced, she stood naked in the middle of her living room with a doubled replica of Jack's cock in her hands. They opened the hall door, and Carla turned to look back as he moved out of view.
"If you feel you've done an adequate job with your mouth and cunt, you can shove it up your ass," Carla said with a note of generosity.
"Th-thank you," Erin was amazed to hear herself say.
The door closed behind Carla, and Erin stood staring at it for several minutes. She wondered why she was doing the things she was doing without protests or questions, and was even thanking them. It was as if she was held enthralled by some drug, some hypnotic power, and yet she knew it was neither of these things. There was something within her that responding hungrily, and she knew that at five thirty-five she would take the dildo into her cunny and mouth. She would perform as if it was Jack's cock, and as if she was trying to create as much pleasure as was humanly possible, if only so that she could then take it up into her ass, which had been virginal until only a few hours ago.
She looked down at the doubled replica of his huge prod, and she wished she was holding the original Later that afternoon, Ben stood in Carla's office. The drapes were drawn, and the only illumination was from the dimmed sunlight, and the lamp on her desk. He had knocked, and she had called out for him to enter. She told him that she would be with him in a minute, and he had closed the door. Now, she put her pen down and sat back. He stared at the way her big tits strained the white silk of her blouse.
"Did you bring it?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, and took the bottle from his jacket pocket.
"Looks like you shot a good-sized wad," she remarked, and he found himself feeling pride over it.
She stood up and he saw that she was wearing leather pants that fit her statuesque legs snugly. She came around the desk, and stood between it and him. The waistband of her pants snapped over itself, and the crotch was a separate piece of leather that snapped to the pants themselves.
"Remove the crotch piece of my pants," she said, and his cock throbbed with anticipation as he realized he was now going to see her naked. He moved closer to her, and reached out to unsnap the long triangle of leather. "It will be easier if you kneel," she said, and he hesitated.
Feeling that she was going to have him eat her, he remembered having wondered about her taste as he had eaten Erin. He went to his knees before her. He took hold of the triangle, and the snaps gave sharp popping sounds as they came free. He lowered the leather and saw her cunt framed by the pants. He moved his eyes up and down the full mound with its plume of silky black hair, and his breathing deepened. He looked up at her so that he would be certain. The lamp was behind her, and her face was shadowed. The light haloed her ebony mane of hair, the white silk, and the leather.
"Lick my cunt," he heard her sensuous voice say, and he leaned forward to touch his lips to her slit.
Her flesh was as soft as the wisps of hair, and he kissed the whole of her mound. He filled his lungs with the fragrance of her cunt, and then began to move his lips and tongue up and down the lips of her sex. He shifted before her, and raised his hands to the tops of her thighs. His hands closed against the leather of her pants, and he slid his tongue into her furrow.
The blood was roaring in his ears as he tasted the delicious nectar of her secretions, and he burrowed his mouth into her cleave. He felt elation as she murmured, and he worked his tongue as high as he could in her. He licked and kissed all of her nook that he could reach, and then began to raise his mouth toward her clit.
He hesitated for an instant as his lips felt for her clit so that they could press the folds of the hood from her pearl. Instead, he found that the inner flesh was already back from her erect clit due to its size. It extended at least three times as far as Erin's.
He pursed his lips to collar the base of her hardened node, and he began to suck at it as his tongue washed over its tip. She shifted her leather-encased fanny back against the edge of the desk. He rotated his face from side to side, and worked it within her gash as he caressed her thighs through the grip of the leather.
She murmured with pleasure as his lips tightened and loosened around the throb of her apex. His tongue skimmed across the burning peak, and she slid her fingers through his hair as her shoulders bunched. She shook against him as an orgasm flared, and her hands tightened to pull him harder against her.
Her juices washed over his lower face, and he moved his hands around to grip the luxuriant globes of her ass. His cock shoved out against his pants as his excitement grew with his success. She twisted her loins against him and bucked her clit between his lips. Her face lifted, and her mouth began to open wide. He licked faster. Her underbelly convulsed with ecstasy, and she cried out in a strangled gasp. Her body vibrated against him as she came, and he continued to lick and suck.
Slowly, she sat back, and her hands pressed his head back from her drenched cleave. Both of them were gasping for breath. He looked up from her mound and past her proud tits to her shadowed face. The lamplight that came from behind her gleamed from his wet mouth, chin and cheeks.
"Ever tasted your come?" she asked as she began to catch her breath.
"What?" he asked with confusion. "Uh, yeah… because of curiosity," he explained with a feeling of embarrassment.
'`No, not just dabbing your finger in it so you can take a lick," she said with a laugh, "but a full load like I swallowed yesterday-like you want Erin to swallow.
"Uh, no," he admitted as he shifted on his knees.
"Um," she nodded, and he found himself feeling guilty for having had her do something he had not. "Then do it now," she told him as she lifted the bottle from the desk, and she held out the container of his come.
His hand lifted, and the bottle was in it. He stared at it as he hesitated. He glanced up to see if she was now smiling, hoping she had been joking. Her eyes glared at him, and he began to feel that he would not be able to come in Erin's mouth if he did not do as Carla said. He wondered what she would do if he refused. His eyes lowered to the opulent weights of her tits, and he wondered if they looked as firm when bared. His fingers rubbed the bottle nervously. He lowered his head to look at it, and he saw her ripe mound. Her ebony plume gleamed with her juices, and when he inhaled he could smell her fragrance. He opened the bottle.
He looked down at the spunk and reminded himself that it had come from his own body. He braced himself, and quickly threw it back like a shot of whiskey.
"All of it," he heard her say, and he forced himself to swallow as he curled his little finger around the inside of the bottle. He sucked the remainder from his finger, and let out a deep breath. His eyes refocused on her cunt, and he again became aware of his throbbing tool.
"Replace my crotch piece," she said, and he looked up with disappointed surprise. "You've shot one load with me today, and we wouldn't want you to crap out with Erin tonight, would we?" she said.
"No, I… I guess not," he muttered as he was reminded of his reason for being there in the first place.
"Did you like the taste?" she asked as he reluctantly from the desk, and she held out the container of his come.
His hand lifted, and the bottle was in it. He stared at it as he hesitated. He glanced up to see if she was now smiling, hoping she had been joking. Her eyes glared at him, and he began to feel that he would not be able to come in Erin's mouth if he did not do as Carla said. He wondered what she would do if he refused. His eyes lowered to the opulent weights of her tits, and he wondered if they looked as firm when bared. His fingers rubbed the bottle nervously. He lowered his head to look at it, and he saw her ripe mound. Her ebony plume gleamed with her juices, and when he inhaled he could smell her fragrance. He opened the bottle.
He looked down at the spunk and reminded himself that it had come from his own body. He braced himself, and quickly threw it back like a shot of whiskey.
"All of it," he heard her say, and he forced himself to swallow as he curled his little finger around the inside of the bottle. He sucked the remainder from his finger, and let out a deep breath. His eyes refocused on her cunt, and he again became aware of his throbbing tool.
"Replace my crotch piece," she said, and he looked up with disappointed surprise. "You've shot one load with me today, and we wouldn't want you to crap out with Erin tonight, would we?" she said.
"No, I… I guess not," he muttered as he was reminded of his reason for being there in the first place.
"Did you like the taste?" she asked as he reluctantly lifted the triangle of leather up in front of her cunt. "Of your come?"
"It, uh, wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be," he shrugged, and found his hands unsteady as he pressed the snaps closed around her cunny.
"And of my come?" she asked with a smile as he finished.
"It was… delicious," he said as he looked up at her.
"If you're a good boy, perhaps I'll let you have some more," she said with a tone of generosity. "Would you like that?"
"Yes. Yes, I would," he confessed, and started to ask if he could see her fully naked, and ball her, but she then turned to move back behind her desk.
"Here," she said as she suddenly jerked the crotch piece loose, and she tossed it at him. "Kiss the inside before you go."
"Go?" he asked.
"Yes, we've an appointment tomorrow at the same time," she nodded, and sat down.
"Oh," he murmured, and found his hands holding the leather before his mouth. He pressed his lips to it, and found that it held her scent, and so he moved his tongue over it. Her taste was in the leather too.
"Good, a real kiss," she smiled, and held out her hand.
He stood and handed her the leather. She put it on the desk and picked up her pen to begin writing again. He saw her naked cunt pressed out against the seat of her chair. Not knowing what to do, or to say, he finally turned. Closing the door behind him, his confused frustration was eased a bit by the thought that the next afternoon session should have him fucking her naked body.
"Hope he doesn't trip," Jack chuckled, and stood up from a chair in a darkened corner of Carla's office, "over that hard-on he's got."
"He'll trip," Carla grinned, "and fall into Erin."
"If she's managed to get off that double-duty dick."
Erin had managed to put the double-length dildo away, if with great reluctance, and she was happy to find that Ben was as horny as she was.
She was also happy that he did not ask her about her session with the Romes, and he was happy that she had not wanted to talk about their sessions.
With a shy little grin, she stretched out on her belly atop the bed, and slipped a pillow under her hips, and her damp nook. He stood at the foot of the bed with a delighted grin.
"Put your cock up my cunt," she said as she looked back over her shoulder, and was delighted that she had said it without halting.
Her plush ass cheeks wiggled against his belly as he slid up into her, and she took his hands to slip them between her tits and the bed. His arousal at a peak, he did not think of Carla as he and Erin balled.
Erin tightened and loosened her cunt around him as she turned and thrust. Orgasms flashed through her, and she came as she felt his come being pulled from him to gush into her depths.
Feeling quite accomplished and victorious, she smiled as she saw his expression of blissful satiation.
She slid down between his legs, and he blinked free of his euphoria as he realized that she was sucking their mixed tastes from his cock. His cock began to harden within her mouth, and he pushed up onto his elbows to watch with stunned joy.
His prick eventually began to buck within her suckling mouth, and he fell back with a moan as he came. Erin wanted to swallow the hot juices splashing over her tongue, but her throat constricted, and she could not. It made no sense to her, but not having been able to swallow Jack's spend seemed to be keeping her from swallowing Ben's.
He saw her lift her head from his cock after he had gone soft, and she put his spunk in a tissue. She looked at him apologetically, and he drew her into his arms to kiss her. The changes in her attitudes were so great that it did not matter to him, nor did he feel like questioning how the changes had been arrived at. As his tongue and hers moved together, he tasted his come, and was glad that Carla had thought about him having a need for it with Erin. With that, he again thought of Carla, and that he might be able to ball her the next afternoon.
Erin was thinking about swallowing Jack's come, and she wondered what would follow the bindings, eating Carla, and all the rest of the things they had already instructed her to do.