Barbara Skinner
Lust is a many splendored thing

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 amp; 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, fivethirty 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.