Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

The shadow which came before the young man made Darlene step back in fear. Then, just as she expected, a well-built man with muscular, well-developed legs and a powerful vee-like torso stepped into the doorway. He wore a mask as did the others before him-a mask of Chuck.

The grinning, plastic face made her palms start to sweat, she knew this solidly framed man with the brief cloth wrapped around his waist would be demanding, very demanding indeed. She could see his brown eyes staring at her as he came into the room and stepped to one side. Another shadow moved in the now empty doorway.

Darlene wanted to cry out but refused as she saw the next form. Another man, masked as Chuck too. His chest and arms were rippled with tremendous muscular development, his legs were thick pillars of power. He leaned down to pass into the room, he was so tall, and stepped alongside the first man.

Two of them. Darlene's mouth was dry, she had suffered at the hands of one man at a time, it would now be different. She was waiting for the door to slide shut when her heart sank to her stomach. A third shadow moved, a third man stepped into view with the hideously grinning mask of Chuck.

He was black, as tall as the second man, built with the muscular sleekness of a tiger, large hands, large feet, the white loincloth wrapped tightly about his waist. As soon as he stepped into the room the panel door closed and Darlene was faced by three grinning Chucks.

They stood there for almost two whole minutes before anything happened. It was the voice, loud and booming into her ears, the voice of Ken. "Remove your gown!"

Darlene swallowed, the men hadn't made a single move, they were like three flesh robots watching her. The ripped robe was poor attire but it was all she had. Her cold fingers clasped the linen fabric but refused to lift it away. Her breath was now coming in short, erratic clips.

"Remove your gown!" ordered the voice once again.

She slowly lifted it up. Up to her knees to expose the supple curves of her calves, then higher to show the soft, well-rounded deliciousness of her warm thighs. The eyes behind the masks were all concentrated on the lifting hem of the gown, staring at the slowly revealed delights of her firm, curving legs and thighs.

She turned quickly around as the gown lifted above the wisping hair of her crotch, she couldn't take seeing those eyes on her. But the round fullness of her solid backside gave them a tantalizing vision, two white cheeks of downy texture billowing out with proud support.

Her body shook with a spasm as the gown came up to her shoulders to leave the pink nipples and swollen masses of her breasts bare. Then as she lifted it over her head and let it drop to the floor she felt as if the gown was her last wall of resistance against them. Them… who? She still did not know who any of them were. All she knew was the voice which boomed the orders-Ken's voice. Was Ken behind all this? She couldn't bring herself to believe it.

"Turn around!" the loud voice commanded.

Darlene knew that if she refused they would easily overpower her, the wisest course was to cooperate, the odds were obviously in their favor. She moved slowly until facing the three masked men. They were in the same place, nothing had changed… except one thing. Their loincloths no longer lay flat across their crotches. Now each bulged.

Naked and trembling she waited for them to attack but no moves were made. They stood there staring at the ripe, inviting nipples, the fine, swirling hair of her crotch, the hint of vaginal lips showing between the slimness of her thighs.

"Walk to the first man!" came the voice.

Darlene closed her eyes, swallowed, looked straight ahead and walked toward the first man to enter the room. He didn't move, he was like a store mannequin. When she was a foot away the voice called out the next order.

"Kneel!"

She stopped, tried to stare into the brown eyes looking at her, tried to beg them for mercy. Then her head dropped down to a position of remorse and her shoulders heaved uncontrollably.

"Please!" she cried. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I cheated on you, Ken! Please forgive me! I promise, I promise never to do it again! But please don't make me do this!"

The voice was louder now. "Kneel!"

"Ohhhhh… " she sobbed as her legs grew weak and she dropped onto her knees. Her face was just in front of the man's loincloth, she knew what would be next.

The man's hands came down and lifted the cloth up. His long, red cock was fully stiff, anxious and hot. She could feel the bodily warmth emanating from the shaft, see the blue veins and delicate flesh. It was a gorgeous cock with a flared, pointed glans. His pubic hair was brown, 'soft, furry brown and thick, the cock lifted from it like a Christmas candle does from its base of holly.

She opened her mouth and noticed the dryness was gone. Now she had abundant saliva and a tingling desire to taste the flavor of the youthful pecker. She reached out and stroked the spike, felt its glowing heat, its sleek flesh, its fine hardness.

Then she leaned closer and brought the pulpy cock tip to her wet lips and touched. With her tongue she licked across the little slit on the end, then around the whole glans and underneath. Before sucking the shaft in she coated it with slow, firm laps of her tongue from top to balls.

By the time her lips came up to the cock-head to engulf it she was nipping and sucking at the meaty cock her whole mouth was screaming to feel it buried inside. She plunged her face readily onto it and felt the thick. head plow deep into the soft warmth of her cheeks and thrashing tongue. It was a delicious, tasty cock.

She cupped the testicles in her hand and gently rolled them while giving the pecker several long, drawing pulls with her eager mouth. The pecker tip was burning inside her like a hot stone, she knew the cock was close to the bursting point, very near creaming her cheeks and teeth with a special, tasty dessert.

He pulled his soaked cock from her mouth with one abrupt jerk and Darlene was left gasping in cool air. She looked up with confusion on her face and reached for the cock as he stepped aside but suddenly realized the next man was taking his place. He lifted his loincloth and displayed a shorter cock, but much thicker, just as hard, also red with desire.

Without hesitating she laid her tongue onto the wide head of this man's stump. It was a cock as powerful as his strong body, a battering ram, a stretcher. She ran her tongue down the base over the few hairs growing from the solidity. A low, lazy scrotum sagged with the burden of two enormous testicles under the column.

She dashed her tongue across the hairy sac and came back up the cock with swirling, grabbing sucks of her lips until the fat head was encased in the drawing, twisting pull of her slippery, famished lips. She pressed down and felt him swell her cheeks out, press her tongue flat, rub against the tingling roof of her mouth.

She was rocking her head from side to side in a circular motion to draw the venom from the thick snake when he pulled it out of her lips with a wet smack. She tried to follow it with imploring kisses but he moved aside and she saw the next man replace him.

His skin was shining and black, taut, as if it was stretched over a drum. As the white loincloth was lifted the sleek length of his stiff cock looked like a pillar of black marble. It glowed with anticipation and hovered before her staring eyes like a cobra ready to strike.

Darlene wrapped her white hand around the stunning post of black and lovingly stroked down to the tight scrotum. The cock felt like wood, polished, smooth wood. The cock-head was round and didn't have the flared edges like the other two, but it was a sizeable glans, a glowing knob of swollen heat. She kissed it as she would a small child.