In the Name of Art - Part III - Sex Stories

In the Name of Art - Part III

... state, adrenaline mixed with arousal. The prospect of her joining them made his cock flex with such vigour – it forced a gasp from Penny. “Jesus! I don’t need to ask if you want this.” The fluidity of her motion caught the low light against her polished catsuit. On her knees and inches from Penny’s face, she stole a kiss. Harry’s gasp was immediate; Penny reciprocated fully kissing her back with conviction. Weaving her fingers through her lustrous jet-black hair, Penny would break, watching her pout for more and then kiss her again. With their mouths still locked together, Penny pulled firmly on the catsuit zip. Not fighting to protect her modesty, she slid her hand into the opening. Drawing her in with a multitude of long searching kisses, Penny found her prize. Grazing her fingers over a nipple, her reaction was immediate. Escalating in passion, each kiss drew a louder moan as Penny bounced slowly on his hard meat. The sight surged through his body; tonight would be a night of firsts. Seizing her hips, he bucked into Penny determinedly. She bore down on his anguished girth quelling his excitement. The sensuality of Penny’s mouth against her fed his frenzied state. Penny's exhibition was a carefully crafted performance of one sensuous kiss after another. She had him deep inside her; occasionally she moved with more latitude and then revelled in his desperate groan. She knew this was torture and this double pleasure of his cock and her lips intensified the cloying heat of ...

... her loins. Easing back, still teasing her nipple; the look of want on her face told Penny all she needed to know. “Unzip it, all of it.” With a vacant gaze of desire in her eyes, she happily complied. The zip ran the full length of the suit and around the back. Exposed in an open-ended ‘V’ shape, she revealed her tight fleshy cleavage and taut abdomen. Squeezing on her nipple forced a deeper gasp through her pouting mouth, Penny knew she had her full attention. “Come on, show us more.” Pulling her arms and shoulders out of the catsuit, they both consumed the sight before her. Her taut body shone in the subdued pearlescent light; her broad shoulders held her torso in perfect proportion to her neck and head. With a lecherous grin on her face, Harry watched as Penny started to explore her body. Roaming with her fingers over her soft skin, she was static and bit her lip as she gave herself to her touch. Exploring each elegant curve, her fingers slowly descended towards her breasts. Generous in proportion, moulded to her chest with no overhang and hard erect nipples. Mesmerised by the way Penny toyed with their new friend, the slow careful thrusts into her were his own silent answer. Swirling her fingers with a feather like touch, he watched her eyes close. Directing her fingers down her lithe body, she sagged on her knees when Penny violated her wet folds. Penny watched for her reaction when she splayed her wetness. Only when she grazed the swollen nub of her clit did her mouth ...