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BEE-5844-A by Barbara Skinner


CHAPTER ONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and a phone number followed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


CHAPTER TWO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


CHAPTER THREE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A-a few times."

"During masturbation?"

"I-was taught that was wrong too."

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

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

"How about girlfriends?"

"Girlfriends?" she asked, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He inhaled deeply her fragrant scent and moved his tongue into
her juicy cleave. She shifted, murmuring with arousal as he
pressed his tongue deep, drawing it over the quivering softness
of her hive. He moved his hand down from the hip toward the
inside of the couch and eased her leg outward, opening her
thighs. His mouth pressed into her furrow, his lips moving as his
tongue stretched and curled, his palate soaked with her delicious
taste.

She gripped the arm and seat of the couch, her body stiffening as
orgasms blossomed within her underbelly, peals of ecstasy rolling
out through her. The mouth moved without hurry, knowingly gentle,
and her clit throbbed faster and faster until it flashed
joyously. The lips soothed her pearl, and the tongue washed over
it like a lapping wave that moved with a steady rhythm until it
seemed to crystalize with a meteoric rush of heat, her body
sweltering with a carnal fever.

His own head was clouded with arousal, his big cock thrusting
against his pants leg. One hand caressing her thigh and hip, his
other hand opened his shirt and pants and removed his shoes and
socks. He pushed his slacks down and slipped his legs from them,
his hand then rising to hers upon the arm of the couch.

Their breathing ragged, her thoughts were scattered within the
vortex of her mind, her pleasure overwhelming her. The hand
caressed hers, moving over its back, its fingers, and palm. She
squeezed the hand tightly, coming again as the tongue pressed
against her clit, pivoting off it as it turned. The hand moved
down, and hers followed until warm flesh touched hers, thick
curlings of hair touching the heel of her hand. She was groaning
breathlessly again, the tongue moving faster, her clit throbbing
faster. Rapture blazed through her, the hand slipping from hers
just as she began to squeeze it, and her fingers closed around a
thick column of malleably hard flesh.

Somewhere in the spinning of her brain, she knew that it was a
cock she held. She gripped it tightly, her hand filled with the
huge prick, its throbbing heat penetrating her flesh's own heat,
and seeming to merge fierily with it. Her hips twisted against
the couch, her cunny spasming around his burrowing face as his
lips tightened and loosened around the base of her clit, sucking
as he continued to pivot his tongue.

His breathing was strained, his stomach tightening as she yanked
his flesh up and down around the turgid meat of his prod, racing
the vibrating waves of pleasure moving throughout him. Her hand
tightened as she came again, and her other hand moved to the back
of his head, her fingers curling in his hair. She cried out,
rising from the waist until only the crown of her head touched
the back of the couch, ,her ass squirming against the black
leather as the raging oven of her snatch seemed to explode around
his mouthings. Her toes curled back tightly against the pads of
her feet, her body shaking, and her cry faded as her lungs
emptied. The contractions and expansions of her depths merged,
and she collapsed, physically fatigued by her ecstasies, her
flesh buzzing, her mind floating in blissful contentment.

Slowly, he eased his movements, and raised his face. His eyes
lidded with arousal, he smiled as her hand continued to stroke
his tool, though moving slower now, her grip lightened. Pleased
by her receptiveness, he decided that she was ready for the
second stage of her treatment.

In Carla's office, Ben had sat on an identical couch, Carla
sitting in a chair beside the couch, facing him. She had asked
him to list sexual activities he wanted to engage in or was
simply curious about, and asked him to relate his sexual history,
interrupting him from time to time to have him give detailed
accounts of some scenes. As he remembered balling various women
before marriage, describing the women, the actions, and his
sensations in detail, he became more and more aroused. His cock
lifted the crotch of his pants, and he felt momentarily
self-conscious, but Carla seemed unperturbed.

"Let me see, now," Carla said, glancing at what she had written
down.
"You want Erin to give you head. Do you want her to swallow your
come too?"

"Yeah, if she could, I guess," he nodded, watching her uncross
her statuesque legs, the jersey shirt-dress riding high, and he
saw that she wore no panties, her plumed cunt revealed to his
eyes for a moment.

"All right, since it's been several years since anyone went down
on you, I think we should reacquaint you with the reality," she
said, putting her pen, and the forms on the floor beside her
chair. "That way, your desires won't be abstract, and you'll know
exactly what you want," she said, leaning forward to open his
trousers, Ben staring at her with surprise. "Also, it'll allow us
to relate your actions with those you wish of her," she added,
his hardened prick jutting up as she lowered his pants, and she
looked at his thick length with approving pleasure. "Is there any
particular position you desire? Standing over her, kneeling over
her head, or simply lying on your back?"

"Uh..." he murmured, trying to think past the thundering throb of
his rod. "This is, uh, fine," he said, still amazed by what was
happening.

"All right," she smiled and she moved to the couch, stretching
out between his legs after removing his shoes.

Her lustrous hair spilled over his abdomen and hips, her mouth
almost touching the lips of his raised knob as she caressed his
thighs. His breathing deepened, and he lay back as she pursed her
lips to blow a current of air slowly over his head. Inhaling, she
stretched out her tongue and slid the flat of the pink blade
around the hypersensitive bulb of his flesh. His mouth opened as
his eyes closed to the delicious waves of heat running through
his tool, and into the rest of his body.

Her soft tongue slipped from his head, and she again blew air
over it, but the flesh was now damp, her breath cooling his knob.
The contrast of the coolness with the mounting warmth of his bone
sent a shiver of pleasure up his spine, the throbbing deepening.
Her hands moved upward, spreading over the insides of his hips,
and her thumbs moved over the top of his sac.

Her lips met his knob and she kissed it, her mouth gradually
blossoming to suck at him, her tongue again moving over his lips.
He groaned softly as he exhaled, his hands moving down to cup her
head, her hair like silk against his palms. Her fingers slid
between his thighs and balls, and the edges of her hands joined
beneath his scrotum. His head pushed back as she shifted his
swollen nuts between her palms, her thumbs gliding over them.

Her lips moved under the rim of his head and closed tightly
around the top of his shaft, her tongue licking at the cleft of
his knob. His thoughts blurred as his mind spun with pleasure,
his flesh hot with static electricity. Her lips nuzzled downward
around his engorged trunk, stroking him as the tip of her tongue
moved against his dorsal vein. His breathing quickened, his
shoulders shifting against the lowered couch back his heels
pushing against the extended seat.

She spun her tongue around his head and upper shaft, her lips
continuing to move downward, and she tightened her mouth around
him, sucking at him. He moaned, his back arching as the roof of
her mouth, the insides of her cheeks, and her tongue closed
around him, pulling against his glutted meat. Her hands rolled
his balls together, his gizzum broiling within them.

He pressed his legs in alongside her, his calves gripping her
full hips, and against the insides of his thighs he felt her big
breasts, naked beneath her shirtdress. She released the hold of
her mouth, and took more of his cock in, suddenly tightening
around him again. She pulled her head up, the grip of her sucking
mouth tugging along his shaft till she reached his head. He
gasped, the throbbing quickening. Her mouth opened and moved
lower than before, then again pulled tightly upward. Her mouth
opened and closed, rising and falling faster each time, her lips
moving further and further down his quaking column.

His hands tightened in her hair, his face flushed, his features
strained. His come pounded for release. Her suckling mouth pulled
up along his shaft, and dropped back down to tug upward again.
His heart beat like a trip hammer. Her head bobbed up and down
upon the spire of his erect flesh. His breath caught. Her tongue
flashed up and down his dorsal vein. He twisted from the waist,
his face lined with the intensity of his arousal. Her thumbs
raced over his tremoring balls, her joined fingertips kneading
his root. He inhaled in a ragged groan, his elbows pressing in
against his sides as he rose up from the waist. His come broke
free of his nuts.

Her mouth closed tightly around his spasming rod, and she sucked
hungrily at him. His spend raced through him, the throbbing
merging with the pounding of his blood that filled his brain. He
shook against her, and his juices blasted through his length'
flarings of exquisite heat going through his shaking body. His
spunk erupted from his head, hosing against her throat, and she
swallowed quickly to keep up with his torrential outpouring. His
mouth widened as his ecstasies mounted to a fever pitch, his
climax consuming him, mind and body fused as his cock jerked
within Carla's mouth. His come slacked off, and she began to suck
at him again, drawing every last drop of his pearly juices from
him. Satiation flooding him, he exhaled deeply, dropping back to
the couch, a blissful smile on his face.

Carla drew her lips up his softening shaft, and his knob came
free of her mouth. Her eyes lidded, she looked up toward his
expression of contentment and smiled, licking a drop of his come
from her lower lip.

Groggily, Ben wondered how Erin was doing with letting her
inhibitions down. The idea that Jack could be having much success
yet seemed so unlikely that he did not even consider what form
her treatment might be taking.

Having finished undressing, Jack had opened Erin's skirt while
she basked in the afterglow of her climax, and had removed it. He
slipped the buttons of her blouse free of their eyelets without
bothering to open the garment, and he smiled with pleasure at her
flushed face and her expression of satisfaction.

Momentarily spent, Erin's eyes remained closed, and she smiled
blissfully, only partially aware that someone was stretching out
beside her on the couch. Jack slid his arms around her, and she
shifted back against him, feeling secure in his strong arms. Then
she remembered where she was and who she was with, her eyes
opening wide.


CHAPTER FOUR

Erin's body tensed, and she looked down at the strong arms that
encircled her stomach. He was not hurting her, but she had no
doubt that she could not break his hold. Her breathing was
quicker, and she dimly became aware of her nakedness and of his
hands just above the damp fur of her triangle.

Hesitantly, she turned her head to look back at him, but she was
only able to glimpse the side of his head. His hands began to
caress her belly, and her mouth opened with alarm.

"Relax," he told her firmly in a near whisper, and she realized
that she did not know what she wanted to say. "Keep listening to
the music."

She swallowed hard. His hands continued to move over her firm
belly and began to glide down with its smooth curve into her
abdomen. She tried to gather her thoughts, but they were
confused, and the ecstasies his mouthings had produced were being
rekindled by his hands. Somehow, it was easier to concentrate on
the music than to try thinking clearly.

His fingertips began to move into the rusty curlings of her bush,
and electric tremorings of pleasure spread outward from her
tremoring cunny.

"Feel the way the heat is increasing inside your cunt," he
instructed, and she found herself nodding.

Her thoughts were blurred, and her awareness of his still erect
cock pressed against her fanny was hazy. She knew it was there,
and was aware of its immense length and girth, but she was unable
to connect the awareness to her other thoughts. Her clit was
pulsing deeply, and she shifted back against him.

"Take notice of the sensitivity of your labia," he said with a
doctoral matter-of-factness, and his fingertips touched knowingly
along the hypersensitive lips.

A murmur of pleasure escaped her, and her eyes closed to the
flarings of joy that swarmed up and down her slit. He stroked her
furrow with slow sweepings, and her juices gleamed from his
fingertips. She shivered with the mounting sensations filling her
nook. The pulsings of her pearl and the rhythm of the music
became one to her, the last of her defenses falling before the
surges of orgasmic energy his expert touch was creating

"Feel how the cunt salivates to provide lubrication," he
instructed as he slid his fingers into the wet pudding of her
snatch.

She gasped as his fingers flowed within her cleave, stroking her
mound, her lips, and her pink interior. Touching all but her
blazing clit, his experienced hands drew forth an orgasm, and she
shook against him. Her heart pounded, and her mind spun with
ecstasy.

He shifted lower on the couch, but she was unaware of it. His
cock moved down below her ass and against the backs of her
thighs. The bulbous knob pressed forcibly, and her weakened legs
parted.

His right hand continued to stroke her cunny, and the left moved
down to grip his cock. His fingers covered with her rich juices,
he transferred them to his rod.

"I'm sure you've become aware of a certain yearning for a release
from the increasing sensations," he said as he moved to align his
cock with her slit.

She nodded. The blood was pounding in her ears, and she felt as
if she were sweltering with a fever. He arched his hips as he
spread his fingers to open her slit, and his knob pressed between
her lips. She groaned. All of her repressions were lost in the
fury of her desires, and her hips arched to quicken his entry.

"Feel how the partial filling of the furrow creates a partial
sense of relief," he said casually and she gave a little
whimpering sound as he kept only his head within her.

His fingers continued to avoid her clit as he stroked her lips,
and he shifted the plump head of his cock within her slit. She
bit at her lower lip, and her body shifted from side to side. She
moistened her lips.

"Now, pay attention to how the gradual entrance changes the form
your response takes," he told her.

She moaned as she waited for him to thrust up into her clutching
snatch, but he did not move for several moments. Then, he began
to slide ever so slowly into her. Her breath caught as his thick
shaft eased upward by fractions of an inch. She was no longer
aware of where she was, or who she was with. Her entire being was
in the grip of her desires.

She tightened her cunny around him as tightly as she could, his
bulk such that there was not much room between her cunt's relaxed
state and its tightened state. His big cock's head rode up into
her channel, and his trunk continued to slowly glide in between
her lips.

His left hand moved up to the peaked dome of one of her tits, and
he caressed it with her juices. She arched her body forward to
crush her breast against his hand, an orgasm flaming through her
as he continued moving his prod up into her. His damp hand slid
over her tit, and she squirmed her rounded ass back against his
abdomen. Then, he was fully within her, and she tightened her
snatch around his glutting length.

"Now that you are filled you will have realized the range of
feelings from emptiness to this stage," he observed. "Thus, we
can proceed to yet another area for you to take note of," he
said, and began to draw his prick from her.

She gasped, her eyes opening wide, and she looked down
helplessly. She realized that he was going to take his cock out,
that the ecstatic pleasures the cock provided were about to end.

"No," she blurted out without realizing she had spoken, and she
tightened her vaginal muscles as much as she could.

"Very well," he said with a shrug, and began to thrust back up
into her. "I suppose we can study the effects of alternating
motion," he added as his head pressed against her cervix, and
then he began to pull back out.

Erin shook against him, and her head went back against his
shoulder as orgasms expanded within her recesses. His tool rose
and fell within her, and she groaned with raptures.

"An advantage of this particular arrangement of the bodies is
that the clitoris is easily given access to," he said, and his
fingers circled the flaming bolt of her clit.

Her mouth opened wide, and her breath caught. His fingers
gradually moved in against one another to encircle her throbbing
pearl. Her depths quaked with expectation. He pressed the hood
away, and his fingertips danced over her clit. She cried out, her
body jumping, and a string of orgasms rocketed through her. Her
flesh felt afire. Her mind spun in a maelstrom of carnal joy.

"As well, the positions may be easily changed," he said, and she
was only vaguely aware that he was speaking.

Holding her clit and her breast, he leaned back and rolled her
over atop him. She moaned as his rod shifted within her, and he
began to thrust again. She twisted and stretched atop his strong
body, and she reached back to grip his hips and the outsides of
his ass. The earth itself seemed to be rising and falling beneath
her and to be pistoning within her cunt. His knowing stroking of
her clit and his caressing of her breasts seemed to be at one
with the movement of his bone.

"And another variation," he said, and sat forward, his body
raising her from the waist.

She slid her calves back alongside her thighs and bounced upon
the saddle of his hips, the pommel of his sex continuing to rise
and fall. His hands moved to her hips as he shifted his legs, and
he raised her up onto her knees as he rose to his.

Kneeling behind her, he began to quicken the pace of his thrusts.
Dizzy, she leaned forward and dropped her weight onto her arms.
On all fours before him, she gripped the black leather of the
couch with her hands and her knees twisted against it. Her hands
were at the end of the couch. His hips thrust against her full
ass cheeks. Her palms damp, her hands began to slip off. His cock
thrust high within her, and his hands moved from her hips to her
slit. Her hands slipped from the couch, and she gasped. With a
rush of adrenaline, she looked down as she grabbed out at the
carpet to break her fall, and his fingers were swirling over her
clit. She screamed, and her face rose high. Her body jumped with
seizures of intense pleasure. Her arms were held straight to
support her, and her body rose back and up toward him. He
continued moving in and out of her drenched cunny with a steady
rhythm.

Her head dropped, and her bright hair fell around her face, and
against the carpet. She ground her fanny back against him, and
twisted her clit against his fingers. The blood was rushing to
her head, and her arms were trying to go out from under her. She
could not concentrate on any thought. The overpowering drive of
her quickening orgasms was consuming her.

His enormous cock rose and fell, rose and fell within her gulping
snatch. The expansions and contractions of her orgasms were
overlapping. Her clit was pulsing faster and faster. Her forearms
dropped to the carpet, and her breasts pressed back against the
grained leather of the couch. Her fingers clawed at the carpet.
The orgasms came faster and faster, and closer and closer. He
continued to move at the same controlled pace. She pressed her
face to the carpet, and her mouth opened against it.

Her body tensed, and her muscles twitched beneath her flushed
skin. The fevered pitch of her clit's pulsings rose swiftly. All
her pleasures focused in on the blazing pearl. His cock continued
its expert movements as his fingers burnished.

"Now, you are experiencing your climax," he said, and his voice
was a bit tight from his exertion.

Her throat was constricted, and so her scream was silent as her
culmination broke free. All the tensions of her body dissolved,
and bliss blossomed out through it, and through her mind.

"And this is a shared climax," he said, and his prod bucked
within the broiling oven of her spasming cunt.

Her eyes opened wide, and she came again as she felt his prod
hosing his come up into her depths. She writhed as he gripped her
hips, and kept thrusting his prod even as it was gushing his
spend up inside her. She gasped breathlessly with the crescendo
of her passions.

Her body went limp, and her forearms slid forward and out from
under her till her arms were stretched out before her, and her
tits were pushed forward against the texture of the carpet. Time
and space were blurred for her. Groggy, she was partially aware
of his cock's last spurtings of his juices.

He opened his hands from her hips, and gravity dropped her from
him and off of his tool. The end of the couch pressed against the
center of her thighs, and her body curved down toward the floor
from the upward thrust of her fanny. His come seeped from her
slit, and curled through her muff toward her belly.

He stood up from the couch and moved across the office to mix
himself a drink. Satiation clouding her brain, she watched his
lithe body move to the bar. There seemed to be something she
should be thinking, some way she should be reacting, but she
could not think. She was not sure at that moment where she was,
nor who he was, but she did not care. She did know that she felt
totally spent, and satisfied.

While Ben recovered from his climax, Carla looked through the
list of the sexual activities he had expressed interest in. Ben
sat before her desk silently. He was uncertain what to say or do,
and what his involvement in the therapy would be.

"Yes, I think we can take care of this," she nodded, and stood up
to move around before him.

He looked up at her gypsy-like face and at the thrust of her big
breasts against her shirt-dress. His mouth felt dry.

"Unbutton my dress from the waist down, Mr. Harvey," she said,
and he blinked with surprise.

Her expression did not change, and he looked into her lidded eyes
for a moment before looking back down before his face. He raised
his hands, and began to open the buttons of the shirt-dress. As
he continued downward, he had to lean forward, and the top of his
head bumped against her loins. His face felt hot, and he realized
that he could inhale the fragrant scent of her cunny. His cock
was still outside his trousers, and it began to stiffen, and to
lift from the seat of the chair.

He straightened, and wished that he had unbuttoned upwards as the
skirt of the dress hung so that the view of her thighs, and her
loins was still blocked.

"Now, we can-" she began as she turned away from him, but she
paused, and moved to take a jar from her desk. "Here, you'll need
to use this,"
she said, and handed him the jar.

Still seated, he looked down of the lubricant. She stood watching
him, and he felt self-conscious as he dipped his fingertips into
the jelly. He could feel her watching as he stroked his erect
tool, and he quickly lubricated it.

"Here you are," she said, and he looked up to see her offering
him a tissue.

Businesslike, she returned the jar to her desk as he wiped his
hand, and then she moved toward one of the windows. Standing, he
watched as she reached around in front of her to catch each side
of her dress's skirt. She pulled the fabric back around, and he
saw her full hips bared and the rich globes of her ass. She took
the skirt in one hand to hold it to the side of her fanny's
inviting cleavage, and he had a clear view of it and her
statuesque legs.

"We'll now investigate anal entry," she said back over her
shoulder,
"and find out how much it is to your liking in reality."

Not knowing what to say, he moved toward her. His prick thrust
out before him, he moved it closer and closer to her ass as she
leaned toward the window. She placed her free hand on the window
sill, and he could not be sure if she was watching his reflection
in the glass, or was looking out at the view. He wished he had
seen her cunt and her breasts, but this did nothing to lessen the
arousal he felt.

She spread her feet wide, and her legs formed a pyramid with its
peak at her ass. He could just see the base of her cunt and its
ebony plume. Above that was the widened cleave of her fanny, and
he could just see the bud of her anus. "I've relaxed my muscles,
so you can enter however you wish," she said, and the sultry tone
of her voice was at odds with the medical professionalism of her
phrasing.

He reached out, and moved his palms over her dusky gold flesh.
She gave no reaction as he caressed the lust orbs of her
buttocks. His breathing had deepened, and he could feel his heart
pounding. He moved closer to her, and his head pressed against
the pink pursing of her anus.

Arching his hips, he sank the top of his shaft into her ass, and
his eyes lidded at the warm waves of pleasure that rose up
through his rod. Abruptly, he thought of Erin, and of his
resisting the temptation his teenage secretary presented. But he
reminded himself that they were with the Romes to improve their
own sexual relations, and that Erin was now with Jack. If only to
quickly avoid the latter thought, he pressed his length fully up
into her rectum.

His loins against the silky flesh of her tush, he stood still for
several moments and just felt the heat surrounding his throbbing
tool. Gradually, he began to draw himself from her, and he looked
down at her long legs. She wore black leather boots that reached
up almost to her knees, and from there to her waist she was
naked. Then her ass tightened around him, and his lips parted.

With stunning expertise, she began to loosen and contract her
rectum about his cock. He groaned with pleasure as she stroked
the sheath of his flesh around the engorged meat of his trunk,
and he realized that she was tugging him back up into her. He
arched his hips back toward her, and his hands tightened around
her hips.

"The muscles of the rectum are like any others," she informed him
as she continued pulling him back into the roiling heat of her
ass. "One can learn to use them if one wishes, just as one can
learn to control the throat, the vaginal muscles, and the muscles
of the loins."

His head spun with rapturous excitement, and he began to rock his
hips from side to side. Reversing the rhythm of her ass, she
began to force his tool back out. His prod was throbbing deeply,
and the heat spread out through his body. His balls felt swollen
with his come.

She began to move her hips in counter-rhythm to his, and he
gritted his teeth at the increase of the pulsings. Their
movements swiveled his shaft from side to side, and her grippings
pushed it down through the turnings. Vertigo crept through his
brain, and he closed his eyes in an effort to control his
equilibrium. She began to pull his cock back up into her, but
faster this time.

"If you want to come, let me know," she said as she began to work
his sex back down.

His flesh was burning, and his whole body seemed to radiate with
the heat she was filling him with. He could not even tell if his
prick was still hard any longer. Her knowing massaging of his
bone seemed to be making him totally flexible. He felt her soft
ass cheeks against his glutted balls.

He felt as if he were going mad with arousal. Her movements
continued to quicken, and his cock slid in and out, and his balls
slapped against her fanny. It was as if she were clutching him to
keep him from spending and was pulling his spend from him at the
same time. It felt as if his nuts were being expanded like
balloons, more and more of his come being brewed in answer to her
ass's demands. Yet, he did not come, and the arousal continued to
mount. His face was contorted, his eyes screwed shut to the
flashes of light behind his eyelids, and his mouth widened with a
strangled cry.

She continued her rectal stroking, but otherwise she stood as
before. Leaning forward from the waist, her right hand rested
easily against the window sill. He was panting, and sweat gleamed
from his forehead.

"Now," he gasped, unable to endure the extremes of ecstasy any
longer.

The play of her ass changed, and it was as if a dam had been
opened. His come blasted from his balls. His fingers indented her
hips and her ass. His legs unsteady, his knees were trying to
buckle. His spend blasted through the bucking length of his cock
and showered up into her bowels. All thoughts dissolved as his
climax raged through him and buoyed him high. A buzzing filled
his ears and his breath caught.

He shuddered against her ass, and his bone continued to jump
within the flexing grip of her fanny. The air broke from his
lungs, and he sagged against her. Gasping, he found he could not
gather his thoughts, and he surrendered to the exquisite raptures
engulfing him.

His knees went out from under him, and his feet began to slide
back. She totally relaxed her ass, and his cock popped free. He
dropped to his knees behind her, and his hands dropped to the
carpet. His head still swimming, he leaned forward against her
and rested his forehead against the luxurious pillows of her ass
cheeks.

She straightened, and his tool spurted the last of his come out
between her feet.

"Did you find the reality equal to the fantasy, Mr. Harvey?" she
asked as he sat back against his heels, and she let her dress
fall back into place.

She turned around, and he looked up through glazed eyes to see
that the dress was again covering her. He tilted his head back,
and saw her looking down at him coolly. Unruffled, she waited for
his reply.

"Yeah," was all he could manage, and he nodded groggily.

"That's good," she said, and moved past him. "We wouldn't want
your fantasies to be damaged by our examination, would we?"

That night, Ben stretched out beneath the-covers and watched Erin
come from the bathroom. The light behind her outlined her body
against the thin nightgown she wore, the bedroom light out. She
slid into bed beside him, and they embraced to kiss. Their
tongues stroked; and flowed back and forth between their joined
mouths. Her hands gripped his sides, and he raised her nightgown
up around her hips.

"How'd you feel about today?" he asked softly.

"Oh, it was... interesting, I guess," she murmured, and lowered
her face to watch her hand rubbing his chest.

"Find out anything interesting?" he asked as he brushed her hair
back from her face.

"They said that, you know, we shouldn't talk about... about
things at this stage," she said nervously.

"Yeah. Yeah, guess you're right," he nodded, and tried to force
his curiosity back. "I just wanted to make sure that... that it's
still okay with you."

"Yeah, if I can-if we can have more fun together," she said, and
he kissed her face.

With relief, she embraced him tightly, and their mouths joined
again. Their tongues moved more forcibly, and he encased one of
her ripe tits in his hand. He felt a sense of jealousy at the
idea that she and Jack had been alone doing things that he knew
nothing of, but the jealousy conflicted with his thoughts of
being with Carla. Telling himself that he certainly did not want
to risk inducing any guilt feelings in Erin, and thus risk
canceling out the whole purpose of their seeing the Romes, he
pushed his doubts aside. He pressed his tongue deeper into her
mouth, and raised the nightgown up around her waist.

She felt his hardened cock against her thigh, and she relaxed a
little. She had been afraid that he would want to know what she
and Jack had done, and she had not been able even to think about
it yet. And as she thought of Jack, and as Ben's cock rubbed
stiffly against her thigh, she thought again of Jack's huge
member. Her hands tightened against Ben's buttocks as she
remembered looking down to see Jack's bulbous knob moving up from
between her legs and into her snatch.

He caressed her thighs and fanny as she twisted her self against
his prod, and he smiled with pleasure at her passion. Her hands
gripped his ass, and she pulled her tits back and forth against
his chest. He murmured with pleasure, his tool throbbing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ben dreamed of Carla, and Erin dreamed of Jack.


CHAPTER FIVE

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Morning," Erin nodded.

"How're you feeling today?"

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

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

"Why, yes," Erin said with surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Erin glanced up at his face and again felt jealousy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

"On your back?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A week seems about right," Carla said.

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

"How's the mouth?" Carla asked.

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

"Did you check the asshole out?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you alone?" she asked.

"Yes," he said with curiosity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," he said with a tight voice.

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

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

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

"All right," he said after doing it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Female? Attractive to you?"

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Back," he said in almost a gasp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Finished?" Carla asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come here," he said.

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


CHAPTER SIX

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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