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

A Patron of the Arts Part Three - Karen

... suddenly popped in head deep, I did the same. I was doing anal for the first time. I could feel the tight ring of her sphincter muscles flexing around the coronal edge of my circumcised dick-head. Then, as the man achieved almost balls-deep penetration, I did the same. The girl on-screen screamed; Karen just grunted, let go of her cheeks, and grabbed the back of the couch. “Geez you’re big!” she exclaimed. “It feels like I have a telephone pole up my ass.” “Do you want me to take it out?” I asked, not sure what the protocol was in a situation like this. “Hell no! Fuck me with that thing! Fuck my ass hard!” I looked up on the screen, and our hero was really pounding his damsel in anal distress. She seemed to be enduring it, so I began matching him stroke for stroke as Karen absorbed it all. She was clearly no stranger to anal. I watched with wonder as my cock penetrated her at a relentless rate; her bum jiggling with my effort while the skin surrounding her hole was now unpuckered, stretched tight due to the girth of my member. “Man is that hot!” she said, looking up at the screen as I plundered her butt. “It’s like I’m watching you bang my ass!” I looked up, and she was right; it was rather surreal. The hot, tight grip on my rod was glorious, and I probably could have held back for a while. But, by the increase in the panting sounds of the couple in the video, it was obvious that the man was about to shoot his load. Sure enough, within about a minute he suddenly pulled out ...

... and fired his sperm all over the ass cheeks of his partner. I was about to do the same when Karen yelled out, “Don’t pull out! Cum in my ass!” I worked in and out a few more times, then shoved in as far and as hard as I could, and erupted; Karen let out a growl of pure lust as contraction after contraction pushed what felt like a quart of jizz out of my nuts and up her back chute. As soon as I finished, Karen reached between her legs and furiously rubbed her clit until she achieved her own orgasm. I knew this because my ball sack, which was resting against her pussy, got soaked by the spray of her juices, and because I could feel her ass-ring squeezing my shaft which was still hard and still buried deep in her rectum. A fact that she noticed as she calmed down. “You’re still hard?” “Um, yeah.” “But I felt you cum.” “Yeah, you did.” “And you’re still hard?” “Um, yeah.” “You want to keep going?” Just then we both heard voices from the hall. Other tenants were starting to arrive, and it was likely only a matter of time before someone saw the broken-out window and start checking on what happened. I quickly pulled out, but couldn’t resist taking a last look at her now gaping asshole with my spunk starting to ooze out; and, a bit lower, her soaked quim. I stuffed my messy cock into my pants as she stood up, pulled her panties back on, and then buttoned up her blouse. I turned off the porn. “I’m definitely going to need to change undies when I get home,” she remarked. “Between your ...