Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty-Four - Sex Stories

Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty-Four

... there was also no question that he would ante in. “Look at my hands. Imagine them black and covered with the chalk of stone. Tonight I am not Artsy; I am Augusta Savage. I am sculptor, and I am going to know your body so I can carve it in stone.” Artsy used sculptor hands to position her friend; she twisted an arm as she stretched it. Dan expected a strong touch; he was ready for the hard of stone. Instead, hand touched with delicate strength, learning and absorbing knowledge. Dan felt his skin prickle, bumps raised to a thrill of touch. Cock twitched and jumped involuntarily. “Artsy . . . .?” Eyes stared annoyance, Dan understood and corrected. “Augusta, tell me about yourself; I don’t know who you are.” “I am a black woman, I live in Harlem, I am one of the best American sculptors no one has ever heard of; I am dead now, but I am with you tonight to capture your body and spirit and make it mine in stone.” Artsy continued to speak as Augusta Savage and Dan continued his art education practicum with the most erotic lesson to date. “There were no noble gentry in Harlem, no patrons to support my work.” Artsy was on her knees in front of Dan. Her fingers learned every fold and ripple of the sack between Dan’s legs. Looking down, Dan saw his cock perpendicular to the floor; it looked longer than it had ever been. Dan stared at his slit; he watched it pulsate as cock throbbed with excitement. Augusta spoke again, “My best sculptures were always in my mind. Dan, darling, find ...

... your perfect orgasm in your mind.” “Oh yes, yes Augusta, I feel it in me.” “Now Dan, NOW!” Both screamed loud YESes. Dan continued to cry out as a stream shot up from cock’s slit, formed a parabolic arc, and fell. Artsy positioned to catch the stream of Dan’s semen on Laura’s nightshirt. Cock continued to shoot jerking back and forth each time. Four long streaks of pearl dripped across the dark green silk before Dan could relax. Artsy carefully removed the nightshirt and put it where Laura had left it for her use. She led Dan under the covers and they slept the night through holding one another. Dan and Artsy slept peacefully late on a cool Sunday morning. They stirred, kissed, used the bathroom, returned to bed for more kissing and went back to sleep. Laura and Greg woke early and followed much the same routine with an exception. > > > > - - ”I like waking with you on Sunday; we have time for more than a quicky before going to work.” Greg pulled Laura on top, “Ride the pony lover, take my horse for a good long ride.” Laura offered her breasts and Greg gripped nipples tight, twisting and pulling. “Yes Baby, so good. I’ll stir up the juice so you can slide right in.” Laura spread her lips, guided Greg’s thick cock to her entrance and rocked. She diddled her clit and juices soon flowed. Time, it was time to swallow cock; she held it in place and drove her trunk down hard. Both called out their pleasure; Laura began to rock back and forth with often practiced motions. “Oh how I ...