Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

They timed it just right. The hope, the distant prayer that they intended to ultimately satisfy had yet to die along with the aroused passions. Darlene kept telling herself over and over as the splendid pecker worked at her body that it was no good, no use, no hope. But she couldn't convince herself that pleasure wasn't at the end of the road they were laying, it had to be, it must be.

She kept silent and tried to subdue her undulating hips as best she could. With closed eyes she decided not to let them know how close she was, she was going to have her orgasm without warning. The cock had her cunt packed with heat and was drawing her thick fluids once again. She knew she was close, very close but maintained silence.

His pumping increased, he was building her, lifting her guts up once again to the point of explosion. He was close, very close, his shining buns were driving down between her legs with more and more arousing speed. Darlene's pulse was ripping through her, she was hot, covered with perspiration and hardly able to hold the air she sucked so deeply in. Within seconds she knew the man would go too far and destroy their well-planned torture of her body.

God! Yes! So close! she was screeching to herself when the long cock slid from the lips of her grabbing cunt. He knew exactly when to pull away, exactly when to cause her the most severe disappointment.

"No! Nooooooo! You bastard! You dirty bastard!" she screamed. She tried to wrench up and rip at his eyes, tear the damned grinning mask from his face, rip him apart, but the other two calmly held her in place as if they had done this a hundred times before.

"Leave me alone! Go away! Please!" she moaned as they held her down.

It felt like hours to her before the last man let the black man take his place. He was now going to take his turn arousing her, going to shove his thick, barrel-like cock into her to bring about nothing but frustration. Darlene no longer cared, he could fuck himself silly but she was sure her body could no longer respond.

The massive head of his pecker stretched the lips of her cunt into a tight ring as it disappeared into her poorly lubricated hole. She could feel his cock scraping, tearing, rubbing tight against the delicately tissued walls as it plowed a wide path inside. But even the biting pain didn't affect her, she stared blankly at the ceiling.

His strokes were short, clip-like movements which took a great deal of time to draw her wetness down. She couldn't believe her organs had any moisture left, that her disillusioned body would dare show hope by aiding this man. But the moisture gave him the slickness to move faster, to work heat into her, to stroke against the clitoris with his thick cock constantly.

It was her clitoris that bothered Darlene. It throbbed, pounded, blasted like a beacon light to a lost pilot. She knew she had no control over it and this man was giving it the most attention yet. The hard muscle of his shaft was tight against it, pummeling, torturing, exciting it.

"Why do this to me?" she weakly stammered while staring into the eyes behind the man's mask.

He blinked and kept stroking. She could feel the intense fire in his log, the almost frantic shove of each delicious, stuffing stroke. Then she felt a wonderful thing, something which surprised her and renewed all the hopes. The head of his cock, the glans, just around the rim, seemed to flare out, to grow more excited. To signal the unexpected suddenness of his own internal heat.

Darlene washed her hips into the air and clamped her legs tight around the man's hips. She vibrated her cunt and crotch firmly against him while swaying, jerking, fucking furiously. She could see the surprise in his eyes as he realized' what was happening, as he felt his cock start to fill and swell with a volume of forceful jism.

"Go! Do it!" Darlene screamed loudly while straining to hold him in place.

The man pulled back but her legs were strong, strong enough to make him struggle. Darlene felt the first pump of his erupting jism discharge just inside the lips of her quivering, clamping cunt. The next ejaculation came from his cock after he got it free but it smeared all its wonderful warmth across the lips of her twat. The third shot hit her upraised ass and dripped from the white softness of her buns.

"Yes!" Darlene triumphantly cried as she dropped onto the floor. "Yes!"

It was obvious the man had done wrong. He jumped away and stared down at his sticky white mess, at the cream leaking from her twat, at the smears across her crotch. But Darlene had no mercy for him, she began to laugh, to mock, to suddenly feel much more than satisfied.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Am I too much for you? Can't you hold back like your pals? Or was it because they had me so well worked up, so nice and hot, that you just couldn't resist?"

All three men backed away several feet and seemed to await further instructions. But Darlene had her own plans. She rubbed her hand down and brought it up cupping a large gob of the accidental cream. Then she worked it into her fingers until they glowed with the jelly as they watched. Finally she stabbed the hand to her crotch and slid the fingers into her cunt.

The fingers worked steadily, easily at the as yet unsatisfied clitoris. It didn't take long, most of the work had been done by the three silent men. Darlene felt her insides grow warm and knew that this time she wouldn't be left hollow, knew that this time she would feel her body flood with the glowing release of sexual pleasure.

She laughed, took a last look at the three watching and said, "I'll finish this by myself." She fell onto her back and rubbed while her breasts rolled freely on her chest and the nipples pulled into pink dots. In less than a minute her body heaved with happiness, her tight rump lifted into the air and she swung her hips from side to side with intense grinds. The pinkness of her nipples turned to red, she shuddered, gasped in a great amount of air, relaxed.

Another giggle escaped her lips as she exhaled. She lifted her head to see how the three wise kings were… they were gone, she was alone in the room once again.

"Aw, come on, baby, why not?" Ken asked into the phone as he sat with his drink in the living room. He talked softly because Betty, the babysitter, was in the kitchen feeding the children.

"I don't think so, Ken… I just don't feel up to it." Valerie politely answered.

"That'll change. All you need is a drink or two and you'll feel up to anything… "

"No. Honest," she said.

Ken drew his lips tight, this was a setback. He decided to see if she was lying or not. "Is it because of the other night? Because I got a little out of hand?"

There was a pause on the other end before she answered with embarrassment, "I said to forget that. It's over and done with, we don't even need to bring it up."

"You sure? You sure that's not why you've been avoiding me?"

Her voice had a sing-song, whining quality, Ken was now sure his fun with her anus was the basic cause of her hesitancy to have him over tonight. His mind raced to figure out a way of correcting things, bluffing her, providing him with at least one more opportunity to penetrate that luscious backside.

"I haven't been avoiding you!" she protested.

"Yes you have. I didn't see you once today at work, you were hiding every time I came into George's office."

"That's crazy!"

"Is it? You know what I think?"

"I'm not sure I want to know," she coyly answered.

Ken gulped his drink down. It was now or never, he didn't feel he had to put up with her girlish games. Either she came across the way he wanted or she could shrivel up in hell.

"Well, I'm going to tell you whether you want to hear it or not. I think you loved what I did while you were sleeping. In fact, I don't think you were sleeping at all. You were lying there feeling how great my cock felt in your ass and just gushing like a broken faucet!"