Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

"Auuugh!" she groaned as the cock battered into the small crevice, parted the tight lips to each side, brutally forced deep into the squeezing, hugging slit.

Ken's cock felt like it was in a vise, and what a vise! Even in her pain she was humping up at him, uncontrolled, out of her mind with joy. He dropped his full weight behind the next attempt and found his cock imbedded almost three-quarters of the way inside the straining hole.

"Easy, please… " she managed to moan between gasping breaths.

Ken slowed up and eased his cock in and out with short, enjoyable strokes. The twat was now growing accustomed to his spike and loosening to protect itself. The lubrication was coming freely, the walls were kissing his cock but not trying to strangle it anymore. He was in seventh heaven, it was the firmest little pussy he had ever known, beautiful, a pygmy cunt to make his cock feel like a giant.

He kept increasing his speed by gradual amounts until the terrific heat of her crotch felt like fire around his swinging balls. She was throwing herself up to his every drive now, making each and every inch of his cock sink to full depth. With closed eyes and open mouth Valerie was experiencing another racking orgasm.

This woman does nothing but climax, Ken thought to himself as she reeled below him. It wasn't a complaint, it was more of a brag.

Then his cock-head started to feel twice its normal size, the long, hard base tingled throughout, his balls were swimming with readiness. With deft, quick strokes he brought his steaming cock to the boiling point and jammed it completely inside the hugging hole. She kicked wildly in the air and wrapped her arms around his neck as the first splattering of jism graced the shaking walls of her box.

"I feel it, I feel it!" she moaned as her twat twitched gayly around his shaft.

Ken felt gush after powerful gush of his jism cream inside her. His cock worked at it like a milk churn until it frothed and flowed up to the lips of her still twisting cunt. The well-beaten sperm bubbled over the pink rim and streamed down the cheeks of her stretched ass. It drained into the crack between her buns and ran like a river across the pinkness of her still wet asshole.

"There's so much!" she exclaimed as the flowing paste kept painting her buttocks.

"The more the merrier," Ken answered. He kept pumping his satisfied stick in and out of her as it lost the resiliency, as the head pulled in its flaps and the hardness fell away. But it was pure pleasure to work even an exhausted rod into that tight, sucking, still trembling cunt.

"Did I make you happy?" she stupidly asked once Ken slid his pink, dripping cock from her. "Yes, you did." He stared down at the residue of his jism smeared across the flesh and lips of her upturned twat, at the streams and puddles on the blankets and across her anus. He could see he released a tremendous load of pent-up cream and knew this was as fine a place to put it as any.

Ken flopped down next to her nude body and wrapped his arms around her. As Valerie snuggled in close to him she said, "You promised not to stay too late, remember?"

"I remember. I just want to take a short rest and then do it again."

"Again?" she asked with amazement.

"You bet, baby. You turn me on like no woman I've ever known." He squeezed her big tits and heard her giggle. "Golly, what a compliment."

As he slept Ken dreamt. Of Dr. August. He was in a room facing the goatee and the man, not knowing how to get away. For some reason the doctor was angry, scolding him for something he had done wrong. Ken had no escape so he rushed at the doctor and tried to overpower him. The next thing he knew he was flat on his back, dizzy, the old washerwoman with no teeth was standing over him, hoisting her bucket of scrub water, pouring it down on his face.

Ken woke up. He was sweaty, warm. The dream was something unpleasant, frightening. But snuggled in his arms was something pleasant, something that made him forget the dream instantly. Valerie.

She was sleeping with her back to him. Cuddled close in his embrace with the ripeness of her fanny pressed warmly against his crotch. Ken liked that, liked the encompassing feel of the abundant, cozy flesh. He slid his hand down to fondle the creamy cheeks and listened to the steady wheeze of her sleeping breath. He wondered.

If her cunt was so beautifully tight what is the rest of her like? he asked himself. His fingers quietly slid between the cheeks of the outstanding ass and found the pink asshole. It was relaxed, she was still sleeping. Softly, very gently so as not to wake her he stroked back and forth against the knotted hole.

She moaned, exhaled, it wasn't disturbing her at all. Ken increased his pressure, rubbed steadily, pushed in and pulled back. Still, she slept. He pushed the tip of his finger into the tight ring and held it there. The breathing continued as before.

After twisting his finger around and eventually loosening the tightness of her hole Ken realized his cock was up, stiff, pounding and ready for action. He dug his finger deep inside her asshole and found wetness. With pushing and pulling motions he was able to bring the juice out and smear it across the taut-rimmed rear entrance.

From her reaction to his tongue he knew he'd have to move fast, get it in there before she wakes up. Once she's awake it will be too late and she'll have seen how great it is to get a prong up her ass. She'll love him for it never want another man but the one who showed her the greatest, loveliest pleasure.

He eased the head of his red cock between the husky buns and guided it up to where his finger was lodged. Then he paused to make sure she was sleeping soundly and removed the finger. With a slight alteration of his hips he brought the tip of his cock up against the pink bud and inhaled.

His hands grasped her by the hips and he nudged at her back and legs until they moved closer together. She was now spiked back at him, her asshole was in the most available position. Ken gave his hips a jarring thrust and pounded his cock-head into the tight coil of muscle. Her cry was instant, a yelp like a puppy makes when his tail is stepped on.

His cock hardly dented the pin-hole. Ken grabbed tight to her hips and again blasted his rod against the pinky. It stretched open unwillingly, peeled back and followed his cock right inside. She was groaning, yelping, gasping with extreme pain now but Ken kept applying tremendous pressure to his sinking pecker.

He got it halfway in and stopped to catch his own breath. It was quiet, her cries had stopped. For a moment Ken had the astounding impression she was still asleep. Then she spoke.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. Her voice was hollow, it showed signs of great hurt… not physical hurt but disappointment.

"Because you're so beautiful," was all Ken could say.

"Don't you care about me, though? Am I here as some kind of pretty toy for you?"

Ken laughed. It sounded like his relationship with Valerie was going to be short-lived, make the best of it while you can. He gave his cock another hearty shove and felt it sink deeply inside the fantastic squeeze. She didn't whimper, didn't make a sound. He jabbed again, withdrew, jabbed with force, made several short, jerking thrusts.

No reaction. The girl was turned off. He didn't know what to do. If he could get her going, turn her on and get her to enjoy the pleasure of a cock in the ass maybe he'd have a chance for more nights of her wondrous body. But if not it now looked hopeless.

He reached around and hugged her tits while plying his cock with gentle, deep strokes. The nipples didn't even grow hard. He moved a hand down to her cunt and squeezed. It was dry, cool, lifeless. He slid a finger inside and explored. The cold, dry skin told him he was a thirsty man looking for water in the desert.