In the Name of Art - Part III - Sex Stories

In the Name of Art - Part III

... mouth. “She’s struggling to take it in. How does it feel?” Harry’s pleading eyes filled her still libidinous body with an intense arousal. He was desperate for more and Lisa was being a good slut by teasing him. Penny wondered if Harry could take it, he looked utterly overwhelmed. For him, this was worse than having his cock stroked; his body was in open insurrection against his mind. He craved release and nothing else mattered, yet this stimulus was simultaneously brutal and sublime. Penny and now Lisa had tortured him to the point where his cock was almost numb yet each ripple of pleasure left him short of breath. Watching and slowly fingering her pussy, Penny felt that familiar jolt as she grazed that spot. She knew she wanted more and knew precisely how to get it. “You’ve suffered enough stud. Lie down Lisa, Harry get behind me.” Lisa eased him out from her mouth and smiled widely at him, “Fuck, that’s a very nice cock.” Straddling her in reverse, Penny pressed her body on top of Lisa. Lisa wasted no time; she pulled on her hips and voraciously attended to her cunt. Penny wrestled with the catsuit and pressed her own tongue into Lisa’s wet folds. They spread easily and flicking with her tongue, she could taste the sweet musk of her juices. Able to purse her lips around the hard button of her clit, Lisa’s slight moans kept time with her slowly writhing hips. Watching them take so avidly to each other, he would never have expected this, not before he met Penny. This used ...

... to be a tawdry fantasy to entertain in a moment of solitude, now he was here and before him, his girlfriend and a stranger eating each other’s cunts. Stunned, he had to watch yet his own need swelled through every muscle and shook him out his trance. He was not going to wait for Penny’s acquiescence; he squared his cock up against her plump labia and firmly pressed into her. Her response was immediate; rearing up with a start, she hissed in air. “Yes, fucking do me, pound me till you cum.” He was alarmingly swollen and stiff as steel; she struggled not to squeeze back until he was inside her. Pressing against the resistance of her tight muscles, he filled her to the hilt. He was in no mood for niceties; he was going to fuck her in the way she had taunted him for. He knew the score now, sexually frustrated to the point that she got a substantial hard fucking from him. He was in no mood to disappoint her now; the bravura thrusts into her made her groan loudly. Combined with Lisa’s tongue finding its mark, Harry braced Penny’s body with his strong arms and held her firmly in place. He could thrust into her without Lisa losing contact. He could only imagine how hard she would cum yet he would play his full part. With a lunging series of thrusts, he embraced that pressure building from the core of his body. Pulling back with each sawing lunge into her, Harry felt that familiar tightness escalating. His cock was at its most swollen, the harbinger of his own climax. With her weight ...