Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

The cock pounded at the lips and surrounding meat of her cunt unmercifully. Darlene tried to move her opening away each time the slim-headed shaft probed at it, she bit her tongue and managed to keep from crying out.

The pecker finally aroused the necessary moisture and with a ferocious lunge the man tore his cock into the half-lubricated slit. Darlene still didn't cry out as the cock struggled between her unwilling walls and muscled to deeper and deeper regions. At last a moan of futility escaped her lips as the cock hit the slickness far inside her.

He humped like a crazed beast until all the fight was drained from her body. He was in and to protect herself Darlene opened her thighs, gave him easy and complete room for movement in and out of her burning vagina. It was a deep-running cock of penetrating length but not as thick around as the other one. Darlene resigned herself to the fact she was getting fucked but still felt regret that it wasn't the wonderful cock she at first expected.

But it was an adequate tool for the job. As much as she tried to keep it from happening there was very little she could do. The man knew how to handle himself and how to incite the greatest pleasure inside a woman. He worked his meat deftly, speedily, touching against the walls to make them drain their lubrication, grating against her clitoris on the in-stroke to drive it into a frenzy. Darlene's breathing speeded, she could feel the insistent pound of her own pulse as it grew more and more excited.

Her legs wrapped around his hairy, strong ones and the tempo of his thrusts was soon picked up by her own hips. She lifted up, telling herself that it was for her own protection-let him have his way and do everything to climax him as soon as possible-twisted, welcomed the arousing glide of the expert cock.

His mouth was at her neck, she felt him licking, kissing, sucking. His fingers had turned the nipples on her swollen breasts into beads of redness. She inhaled deeply and gave her torso a grinding twist up and against his clinging body, and he moved his cock to the fullest depth with increased pressure.

"Ummmmmm," she sighed without really knowing it.

One hand moved down to cup the perspiration coated softness of her backside and lift each time he drove in. Her hands were now in constant motion, soothing his humping rear, rubbing up and down his spine, urging him on, begging for more and more of the thrilling pecker he so ably supplied…

"Yes… " she hissed. "Give it to me… give it all to me… it feels so wonderful… "

He hoisted her legs up and back so that they folded against her chest. The two meaty breasts squashed between and her cunt rose up high on the platform of her completely vulnerable crotch. The long, digging cock now had total freedom for the deepest penetration yet. She felt the stabbing pains of his healthy plows, the unforgettable pleasures of a Cock-head ramming to maximum depth.

"Uh! Uh! Uhf" she groaned each time the greased pole hit the furthest extremities. The constant, nonstop battering was driving her into a state of senseless frenzy, she was quivering, grabbing for breath with her mouth, gulping the air down and thrashing her head from side to side.

"So close! Yes! It's sooo good! I feel myself… so close…"

The cock was lifting her away from this prison and elevating her to a world of great bliss. The tingling sensations throughout her body were now all converging in one direction, speeding like the flames of a forest fire toward the center of her existence, toward her cock-stuffed cunt.

"Oh! I'm going… " she moaned.

She was close, extremely close. Three more of the deep-running strokes, two more, one more…

"Yes! Cream in me! Fill me up with your… "

Suddenly the cock was gone. As quickly as it forced itself into her it slid away to leave the most vacant, lonely feeling in her guts she ever experienced. The cool air made the lips of her vagina feel ice cold, the streams of moisture running down the globes of her ass felt like icicles. It was gone and the building climax was cruelly lost.

"No! Don't stop! Please!" She grabbed at his arms and dug her fingers into his abundant rump in an attempt to force the sweet cock back to her howling pussy. But he was away and strongly resisted her attempts.

"Oh, my God, please!" she moaned. "Please put it back and give me your cream…"

He rolled away from her outstretched body and left her alone on the floor. Her whimpers filled the room until she felt his hands on the back of her head. He had turned around and was forcing her head back, stretching her throat to full, straight openness.

When she felt the hot, slithering cock-head touch her lips she tried to roll her head to the side. He had too good of a hold and she knew struggle was useless against him. The wet knob pressed at her mouth, slid sideways across her cheek and came back. He tightened his stranglehold on her throat and tried again.

In hopes that cooperating with him might bring the cock back to her crying pussy Darlene opened her lips and felt the pulpy flesh of his cock-head slide between She licked at the rounded cap, tasted the juices of he; own cunt, allowed it to move inside until the tip of the glans was inside her kissing lips.

Then he plunged the cock deep without warning. It shoved across her tongue and gouged past her tonsils to the open stretch of her throat. She choked, gagged and tried to pull back but it was useless. The cock was going to go to maximum depth inside her mouth whether she wanted it or not.

She kept gagging and trying to gulp for air but he didn't seem to care. Then his hands held tight to her head and hair and started to jerk her close, push her away, jerk her back. The cock kept pulling and pushing inside the clasping wetness of her crammed-full throat.

"Uuuuuuhhhhh!" she moaned to beg for air but the man didn't stop.

He held her firmly and worked her head like a melon against his penetrating spike. With faster and faster movements he drove her sucking mouth against his heated, hard muscle until she was about to pass out. Then he clasped her head tight to his crotch and held the long hose at the deepest depth.

She knew he was going to climax, going to waste his cream inside her throat when she wanted it so badly inside the burning chasm of her neglected twat. Even in her half conscious state Darlene wanted to beg him to release his payload down where it belonged but all she could manage was a weak, "Uuuuuh… "

The cock made a jerking spasm and she felt the thick abundance of sticky, creamy jism smear into her throat. The frantic efforts for air were no longer of concern to her, more than breath she wanted sperm… but not in her mouth, in her cunt.

It spewed four plentiful streams inside her before slowly pulling out. As the cock-head trailed across her limp and exhausted tongue she could taste the tartness, the deliciousness of trickling jism. But that did nothing to fill the vacancy in her cunt which had been brought so close, so dreadfully close to happiness and fulfillment.

After the man lifted himself away from her Darlene noticed the room was again light. Not as bright as before but still light enough to see. Once again she followed the form of a male visitor from the feet up. The first thing she noticed this time was the whiteness of his skin, pale, never in the sun… and hairy, covered with curly black hair from the top of his feet up to his hard-looking, cruel shoulders.

His spent cock hung loosely between his legs over a low, lumpy sac of balls. The fullness of his pubic hair was great, it reached up in a thick line to his navel and seemed to spread like millions of ants across the developed muscles of his chest.

What took the greatest courage to look at was his face. She knew this wasn't the body of Ken, just as the other body wasn't his. She was dreadfully afraid that this face would be his. She didn't want that… never. She didn't want a man who would leave her crying and so empty, treat her so cruelly and heartlessly, to have the face of Ken.