A Patron of the Arts Part Three - Karen - Sex Stories

A Patron of the Arts Part Three - Karen

... said, “Play with my clit.” Play I did, as I continued to attack her slit with my oral weapon. Soon she was moaning and squirming, her pussy leaking copious amount of love nectar. “My ass! My ass!” she started yelling. I looked up, and the guy was now licking up and down the girl’s ass-crack, flicking the tip of his tongue over her pucker-hole as he shifted his fingers from her clit to her pussy hole. I did the same, and Karen started going crazy. This was new territory for me. As far as my late wife was concerned, anything anal was off limits. She didn’t even want me looking at her puckered hole, much less licking it. As a result, I wasn’t sure what to do, or what to expect. I spread her cheeks apart, and she moaned. The opening to her rectum was a deep dusky rose, but the colored area was actually small. It flexed open and closed, as if it were winking. “Lick me,” she pleaded, it pleaded. I stuck my tongue out and ran the tip up her crevice, starting below the hole and running across it; ending just above. The taste was kind of earthy, and the texture of the opening itself was softer than I thought it would be. She groaned, which I took as a good sign. I did this several more times, depositing a good deal of saliva. Her hole was now shiny and wet. Using both of my hands, I spread her cheeks even farther, fully exposing her dark entrance and actually stretching the opening wider. I shoved my oral organ as deep in as I could and wiggled the tip. She bucked back, and it went ...

... in even farther. “Oh god, yeah, tongue-fuck my ass!” she yelled out. I did my best to comply, but her gyrations made it hard to stay inside. I was about to slap her on the ass and tell her to hold still when the scene on the video changed. Now the guy on the screen was fingering his partner’s ass. Pretty certain of what Karen wanted next; I stuck my middle finger in her pussy to get it wet with her juices while I deposited another load of spittle from my tongue at her “back door”. Then, with a slow twisting motion I slid my finger in past the second knuckle and began an in-and-out thrusting. Karen started babbling an obscene gibberish which I took as encouragement. When the scene on the video showed two fingers now sawing in and out, stretching the hole on the big screen from side to side, I followed suit. There was nothing but groans of lust coming from the girl that I was using in a most intimate way. I got so carried away watching my two fingers going in and out, stretching Karen’s sphincter and exposing more and more of her inner tract that I failed to notice that the action had shifted once again. The girl on-screen was now holding her ass-cheeks wide; keeping the tight hole stretched open while the man was lubing up his dick. As Karen did the same, I quickly grabbed her purse from the couch, pulled out some hand lotion, and smeared it all over the head and length of my spear; then squirted some into her gaping hole. Lining up, I waited; and as the dick on the screen ...