In the Name of Art - Part III - Sex Stories

In the Name of Art - Part III

... woman, about their age and wearing a tight latex catsuit met his eyes and smiled. Making a ‘V’ gesture with two fingers, she gesticulated with her tongue between them. It was very clear to them both what she would like to do to Penny. “Fuck!” hissed Harry. What happened next, he could not explain; caught up in the moment, he raised his glass and toasted her with a wink. Reciprocating with her own drink, she blew them both a kiss before returning to the animated conversation with her friends. Penny laughed, “I would let her too, she’s fit.” “Pen!” “What?! Too uncomfortable for you in those trousers? Right now, she could eat my cunt for all she’s worth, I need to cum.” “Fucking hell.” She had only intimated her desire for women in playful jest to fry his senses in a moment of passion. This was deliberate and cold incitement and she laughed at the look of shock on his face. There she was, her legs slightly apart in no hurry to cross her legs. The woman looked over again for another look, lingering as Penny eased them apart a little further. She smiled in return, winked and went back to her friends. “I would Harry and I know you would like to watch, I want you to see it. My hot wet cunt getting eaten out by a sexy girl.” “Pen! Don’t tease.” “What’s the matter Harry, can’t handle it? Isn’t it every man’s fantasy? I know you want it.” Her words were too much and sporting a full erection, Penny squeezed his hard cock. She had his answer right there in her hand. “Come on.” With ...

... that, she took his hand and stood up. “Where are we going?” “Anywhere I can get your cock in me.” Whilst his mind reacted with a natural trepidation, his body had other ideas – he was hard and horny. Penny’s gait moved to the thud of the 4/4 bassline, her taut arse swaying in an act of deliberate provocation. He had to try to sate her; she was a force of sexuality in need of taming. His own body was the foil to her desires; he yearned to feel her body shudder as his own frustration spewed deep into her spasming sex. With the aid of a full moon outside the club, Harry looked out across the car park. In a remote corner close to a nearby streetlamp was a grassy verge. Flanked on two sides by tall shrubs and on another by a couple of parked cars, it was the best spot. He pointed the way. “Ok, just hurry up and stick your cock in me, I’m on fire here.” The sense of excitement and danger coursed through his body. Adrenaline rising in him forced his thumping heart to cannon strongly in his chest. Aflame with lust, rigid with a savage heat in his balls, he was in no mind to fight it. The spot looked good and secluded enough not to attract the attention of others. “I want to ride you, lie down.” Harry felt the cushion of the soft grass on his back, cool to his skin as Penny wrestled to free his cock. Straddling him assertively, she pulled up her latex mini dress; the quicksilver moonlight mixed with the pearl hue of the streetlight. Bathing their bodies in tones of light and dark grey, it ...