Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

On the day Chuck announced he would no longer be working at the supermarket, Darlene almost cried. She stood across the checkout counter and felt suddenly numb, as if an opportunity were within her reach but not the courage to grab it. As he filled her bag with eggs, milk, a bunch of carrots, Chuck's face became serious.

"I won't miss this job much," he mumbled. "The only thing I regret is not being able to see you," The words dug deeper into her trembling heart and a sparkling tear trickled from her eye. "I'll miss you too," she managed to say. "Where will you go?"

"Me?" He shrugged. "Back where I was, I guess. Down on the beach until I find another job. I live down there with a couple of guys."

"Oh?" Darlene asked. She still couldn't find the courage to say what she felt.

"Yeah. Bean Cove, know where that is?" he asked.

Darlene nodded. "Yes, I used to go there when I was in high school."

"Have you been there lately?"

"No."

She saw him swallow, then smile. "During the week it's very empty, very private," he whispered.

"Oh," she mumbled. Her hands felt wet. Cold perspiration was on her forehead. "If you're there tomorrow at noon, I'll show you," Chuck added.

And that was it. Darlene took the morning to drop her son off at kindergarten and enroll her daughter in pre-school. By twelve noon she was sitting squarely in the center of the beach in the bikini swimsuit she hadn't worn for two years. She was nervous, appalled by the lack of color on her skin, but the skimpy bikini still fit well… at least she could be encouraged by that.

Her large, soft breasts bulged up with rounded meatiness from the snug confines of the halter top. The velvety mounds of inviting flesh were enough to reassure any woman and excite any man. But below the bountiful breasts was the belly of a girl who spent many years swimming. Flat, taut, not as firm as it was before the birth of the kids but still excellent. In fact Darlene knew her belly and hips were now even more attractive than before, they now held the… allure and subtleness of maturity, the glow of full womanhood.

She stretched out flat on her back and felt the sun warm her long, lithe legs, the curving grace of her neck, the suppleness of her arms.

"Hello."

He was standing at her feet with the sun at his back. Tall, gleaming with sun lotion, firm and dressed in the briefest of swimsuits. As he quietly sat beside her on the blanket Darlene's vision couldn't help but explore the thick tube inside the trunks. It was as she dreamed and prayed, a hose of promising length.

"I'm glad you came," he said.

"So am I," she answered.

There was nothing more to say. She was in his strong arms, feeling his happy tongue flick between her lips to touch her teeth, meet her tongue, dance ecstatically inside her. She stabbed the cool wetness of her tongue deep into the sucking of his mouth and they rolled together on the blanket.

The husky breadth of his thighs pressed against the heat of hers. She was enveloped by his embrace of arms and legs, the constant movement of his wet lips against hers. Then she felt the growing hardness of his heated cock pushing against the inside of her thigh. The increasing size of the tool against the tender flesh felt as if it would never stop: She thought he must be in great pain as the cock struggled against the tightness of the trunks until finally springing into an upright position.

She rolled her thigh against the welcome pecker, stroked at it, felt his hips grinding in closer to hers to bring the thickness of the cock-head up higher, closer to the burning wetness of her crotch. Darlene couldn't stand it; she shifted, drove her hips down in a frantic move to feel the hard shaft pressing against the screaming hunger of her cunt.

Once the cock was lodged against her crotch she sighed, it was good, stiff, big. She squirmed her hips up and ground the softness of her hungry cunt against it. Chuck pressed back and rolled his hips, the length of his inflamed meat moving up and down against her sweltering eagerness.

"Oh, God, I want you so bad!" she moaned.

Chuck's hips started to grind with a steady, insistent rhythm. It was obvious he wanted her too. His hands moved down from her shoulders and touched the heaving flesh of her tits. She inhaled as the fingers slid under the cups of the bikini top to push her sensitive nipples up to his sight.

"Kiss them, suck them, bite them… " she groaned.

Chuck's mouth came down on her rose-colored nipples and sucked at each one. She hoisted her torso up to mush the full meat against his pleasing mouth. Then he bit his sharp teeth into the delicate bud and Darlene cried, "Yes! That's it! Make me hard! Eat my tits!"

His teeth and lips worked without stop at each nipple until they were bright red and pointed into hard, saliva-coated peaks of burning passion. Sweat was covering their bodies under the hot sun. They slid against each other, his hips still driving the hardness of his cock into the welcoming spread of her thighs with sounds of their wet bodies sucking against each other.

He pushed her bikini top fully away so that her breasts were totally bared to his hands and mouth. As his teeth again started to roll each bursting nipple back and forth Darlene moved her hand down the powerful curve of his back until meeting the top of the trunks.

Her fingers tingled as she felt the full curves of his bare backside, fondled each round cheek like a fresh melon. She trailed a finger into the crack between and felt his thighs grow tense, his teeth bite hard, his hips pound with greater desire. He liked her fingers digging between his buns, it excited him. She went down deep, pushing the brief trunks off the hump of his backside, until touching against the loose skin of his scrotum. Now he was wild, plowing fiercely against her, chomping on her nipples like they were candy in the mouth of a young boy.

"Oh!" gasped Darlene. "I want your big cock inside me! I want to have it all!! Every bit of it!!"

She pushed his trunks well down his thighs and reached under his hips. The massive rod filled her hand as she clamped her sweaty fingers tightly around it. It was a beautiful cock, long, thick, hard as steel and with a widely flared head of purple-red. Darlene stroked it from top to bottom softly, felt the sleekness of the skin, the pounding fullness of the large veins, the softness of its nest of blond hair.

Chuck pressed his hand flat against her quivering belly and slid under the bikini bottoms. He never expected her to turn on so fast, to jump into his arms and cry for his cock like this. But he wasn't one to waste a great opportunity, or a great body like hers. His fingers touched into her soft strands of pubic hair and felt the moistness. She was like an oven at full heat, wet with greased moisture and constantly moving.

He pushed down until his fingertip touched the pulpy flesh surrounding her twat. She heaved upward and twisted at the same time. Words tried to come from her lips but all he heard was an anxious gurgle. His finger found the lips of her cunt and followed the path of greatest wetness.

"Yes… " she sighed as she felt his thick middle finger part her molten cunt open and slide inside. The delicate skin of her pussy was trembling, crying on fire with a flame only one kind of extinguisher can put out.

As he worked his finger deep into the sucking hole she grabbed the bikini bottoms and snipped them away. Once they were kicked out to the sand she spread her thighs wide and felt his fingers reach full depth and his thumb press against the begging hardness of her clitoris.

"Oh… It feels so good… on she sighed.

"I'll say."

Her hands went back to his cock and pumped rapidly on the reddened spike until his hips were thrashing, gyrating, trying to move between her thighs. She swung her hips under his body and he instantly fell on her. The thick end of his howling cock managed to part the outer lips of the cunt before it erupted with thick, sticky cream.