Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

But he stood waiting until she met his eyes. Finally Darlene swallowed away the residue of sperm in her mouth and looked up. It was the grinning face of Chuck.

All the while he was in the liquor store Ken was whistling. His spirits were high and the bottle of bourbon he purchased only promised to make them higher. He paid the cashier and drove directly to the street where Valerie's apartment building was located.

After parking a discreet distance away, checking in the mirror to make sure his hair was neat and locking the car, he jauntily stepped along the sidewalk and entered her building. It was a modem, sprawling complex with pool, sauna, recreation rooms and the like. It was an apartment building for singles only, single swingers.

"Hello," Valerie greeted after answering the door.

"Hi, baby," Ken replied as she let him in. Her apartment was just as he imagined it would be. Small, one room with a kitchenette, modern furniture and soft lights. A television glared away in one comer.

"Nice place," he commented.

"I like it," she said. "It's small but I can afford to live alone. I hate roommates."

"I know what you mean," Ken said.

"They're always in the way when you don't want them around," she continued.

"Like a drink? I brought a little something."

She nodded and Ken moved into the cramped kitchenette to mix their drinks. He was amused by their off-hand, shallow conversation. Valerie was an intelligent girl in many ways, she knew better than to ask about Darlene, or the kids, or anything related at all to his marital status.

He poured her a drink at least twice as strong as his own. He didn't want to take any chances. They settled in the living room and resumed their idle chit-chat while he studied the surroundings and, most of all, her.

She was wearing extremely tight black slacks which hugged the solid curves and sweeping lines of her long legs like a top layer of skin. They were exciting limbs, lithe, limber, and they grew upward at a casual rate until meeting the swinging thrust of two well-packed, full buns. It was the buns that made Ken take a deep swallow of the drink. They were full. Like a pair of swollen melons hugged against one another… as much meat there as possible and just short of too much.

When she leaned forward to get a cigarette Ken saw inside the low-cut pullover she was wearing, another hugging piece of attire. But as she leaned forward the knit-fabric top fell away from the bountiful masses of her two tits and he was able to drink in the acres of lush mellowness. No bra. Nothing but unhampered, bare flesh waiting to be plucked, sucked, fucked and tucked.

She sat back and he saw how the gigantic red nipples of the tits pressed into the fabric. They were perfectly outlined, two heaped-up lumps of the most sensitive flesh, like bumper-crop strawberries pressed atop each whipped cream mound. His mouth watered and he sipped the drink again.

"I'm glad you called," she confessed. "This may be a wild swinging-singles apartment house but believe me, it's dull during the week."

"Oh yeah?" he asked. "How is it on weekends?"

She giggled, a shrill, silly noise. "It never stops on the weekends… I have to bar the door!"

"Sounds great!"

"Oh, it's okay… but by Sunday afternoon you start to get tired."

She crossed her legs and stretched to illustrate exactly what she meant. The breasts thrust forward and pressed their ripe fullness out against the top. He watched as her stomach was slightly exposed between the top and the waistband of her slacks. It was a flat, tight belly of savory, silky skin. Her navel peeked at him like a single, inviting eye-daring him on.

He gulped down the remains of his drink and stood up. "Like another?" he asked.

She stared at her half-full glass. "I haven't finished this one."

He smiled. "Well, drink up. You don't want me getting ahead of you now, do you?"

She took the remaining liquor down in one gulping swallow, grimaced, handed him the glass. "Oooooh. Not so strong on the next one."

"Sure." He made her next drink stronger but instead of three ice cubes he used only two. That left room for more water. Ken wasn't worried about the water. It was the volume of bourbon that counted.

When he returned to the living area he knew he didn't have a thing to worry about. The television was off, music came softly from a stereo and Valerie had moved. Instead of sitting in the chair across the coffee table facing him she was now on the sofa… right next to where he sat before. Ken delivered her drink and slid in beside her.

Her giggle rate increased and conversation became more animated as the drink level went down. Ken was feeling the effects too, he knew he had a low resistance to alcohol and soon would find the guts to jump on her. But Valerie made the first move, she reached over and rested her hand on his thigh while telling him a confidential tidbit about another girl in the office.

The touch of her hand on this sensitive region made the head of Ken's cock tingle with joy. Next she was leaning and once again he viewed the beautiful mountains of flawless breast she possessed. Ken shifted closer to her with the appearance of great interest in the garbage she was spouting. It worked, her hand unconsciously moved to within an inch of his stiffening, heating pecker.

An arm slid around her shoulder, he kept his eyes as dove-like as possible, his lips slightly parted. She slowed her rapid-fire speech, then paused. Ken moved his wet mouth close to hers, she didn't move away. They kissed. It was like two convergent waves finally crashing.

Their lips came together in a separating, squashing, fondling wrestle of intense passion. Tongues lost no time spearing out to tantalize and jab at one another. Darlene closed her soft mouth around his tongue and sucked at it as if famished. He felt her nudge closer, felt the so-soft press of one breast against his arm.

He hugged her tight until the two pillows crushed against his own chest, swelled against him with spreading comfort, warm, soft, heaving. Her hand slid directly to the firm knob in his crotch and touched against the bent over, struggling erection. Ken almost melted.

He had screwed four different girls in the office but none were half as beautiful as Valerie. They might have been more intelligent, more socially aware, but not one of them possessed an abundantly built body like Valerie's. She was Ken's dream woman… especially since he had talked with Leonard.

Leonard was a young bachelor in the office who worked two months before being fired. He lived in this same apartment complex and had some good stories to ten about beautiful Valerie. He let it be known that the girl loved it, lived for it, worshipped it-the cock. And he knew what he was talking about because he was honored to have given it to her on one of the wild weekends she mentioned.

But the clincher for Ken, the one fact that changed Valerie into more than just a knock-out broad in his mind was Leonard's hushed statement. "And you know, the greatest thing, the finest part of her whole big-busted body is her cunt. What a cunt! I never felt one like it! It is the tightest hugging pussy I've ever had my cock in!"

That did it. Ken was hooked, committed. He silently swore to himself that some day he would feel her twat around his hot cock because that's what he loved more than anything else in the world-tight cunts. The tighter the better! If they try to choke the me out his cock they aren't tight enough! He could think of no greater compliment from a woman than, "Oh, you're so big and I'm so small."

Now her hand was on the cock he so wanted to imbed in the moist hole of her life. She was touching, rubbing against it, even trying to help it snap out of the bent-over position and stand up at straight attention. Ken shifted his weight again and felt the wonderful relief of an erection fully realized and content.