Tongue Harietta's ass

You place your hands on the soft flesh of Harietta's ass and lean your face down. The smell is a strong, musky foulness of sweat trapped against her heavy body and the juice of her pussy. It grows stronger as you gently pry apart her cheeks and bury your face in the soft pillows of her ass. Her crack is hot against your nose and lips and the woman wiggles and moans as your tongue slither from your mouth to swipe across her taint and to the soft wrinkle of her asshole.

The bitter taste of her ass fills your mouth, but you persist washing it with your saliva and letting your tongue tease around and around her hole. Harietta moans and pushes back against your faith. She spreads her cheeks open wider and you feel buried in the bigness of her plump ass, the smell, the taste of it. Despite yourself this is turning you on and you're glad when you feel Osmand's hand on your own ass.

"Oh yes," you breathe into his wife's doughy derriere. "Fuck me."

Your juicy slit yields easily to the knights petrified fuckrod and you moan and thrust back, impaling yourself and eagerly tongue-fucking his wife's asshole. It's easily the raunchiest scene you could imagine: you with your face practically swaolled up by Harietta's plump ass and you with your own ass in the air, firm cheeks held apart by Osmand's big hands as he slams in and out of your sopping snatch.

"Yes, yes," Harietta cries and rocks her hips back into your face. You can feel her hand playing at her clit. "Lick it there. Get your tongue inside me and taste it."

"Mmmmhmmm," you moan into her ass. Osmand's hips smack into you again and again. His cock is immense, a spear sheathed in the fires of your slit, juices overflowing and dripping down your thighs.

Harietta cries out and falls forward, laying with her face and huge tits in the grass and her big ass turned up. You immediately seek her pussy and resume licking her slit. It's delicious, driving you wild, and as you fuck her with your mouth you can feel her husband's cock growing bigger and stiffer. Harietta cums, her juices bursting into your mouth, flooding your lips and tongue. You cum as well, squeezing Osmand's prick with the velvet vice of your orgasm. He slams into you again and again and then in a single stroke withdraws.

"Have it you two wenches," he cries. "Taste my seed."

You and Harietta turn together and bring your faces together, side to side, tongue out and tasting the air as you look up at the lanky knight. He strokes his immense prick from root to purple head and drips precum on your lips. The slit flares and a moment later a huge rope of white cum rockets out and splashes across your tangled tongues. He pumps a massive series of spurts onto your faces and into your mouths, painting you both with his seed. As the flow diminishes you meet at his cock, greedily sucking and licking up his juices. You turn to Harietta and embrace, mouths hungry, tongues playing in the shared pool of spunk and spit. You pass it back and forth and drip it into one another's mouths, slurping it up and sharing it for Osmand's benefit.

"Great gods," he moans and sits on the rock, his prick drooping and shrinking. "If I weren't so old I'd go again."

You and Harietta aren't quite finished. You lick and suck up every drop of cum on one another's faces and then move to kissing for the sake of it, stroking and caressing. She kisses and sucks your breasts and buries her face between your thighs, bringing you off twice more with her practiced tongue and a finger wriggling into your tight ass. You push her onto her back and straddle her mouth, lowering your own tongue to her sex and drinking heavily of the honey that gushes out when she cums.

At last you are all exhausted and you sleep together, naked, sharing in the ecstasy of your new bond. You realize you are happy to serve Osmand and happy to be joined by them on your journey.

By mid-morning you will arrive at the mountain where the druids dwell and you can ascend and hand over the shining stone.