Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

The frothed ring formed everywhere. Around the red skins of her cunt where the cock plunged in and out, it covered her vulva, smeared into her hair. Her asshole had the ring too, a ring of white cream which dripped downward to meet the ring at her cockfilled cunt.

Now she was complete. The three men worked in counter rhythm. As her mouth filled her cunt was emptied. When the cock-head dug into her throat the cock in her ass started to squeeze deep and as it hit full penetration the one in her cunt started in. A cock was constantly digging, constantly pulling, constantly readying for another plunge. Darlene didn't know where to begin, they all felt good but none of them was arousing her more than the others.

She couldn't groan or cry, all she could do was hum in her throat as the big cock moved in and out. She knew in time her guts would knot up and a trembling climax would make a bid for release, and she dreaded what would happen. To be so filled with cock to only have them drawn away at exactly the wrong moment was too much to bear!

Then they all paused, all pulled back and stopped. Darlene was confused, why were they stopping? She wasn't near a climax, nowhere near. Then they all plunged together. Darlene felt as if three fists were being jammed into her softness by powerful prizefighters. It was an abrupt, planned smashing of the cocks to send shock waves throughout her insides.

"MMMM!" she murmured around her mouthful of slamming cock.

The gentleness was gone. Now they assaulted her like crazed kids with their first girl. The cocks pounded, blasted, careened inside each of her holes with fury. The thick cock in her ass stretched her with punishing blows, the long cock in her cunt drove deep to strike her pelvic bone and send waves of stabbing pain upward.

The mighty pecker in her mouth now smashed back to her throat so hard she had to crane her neck and feel it plow down inside. The thick pubic hair of the man covered her nose, made her shut her eyes and behave like some soft doll made for the single purpose of fucking.

But the most painful thing of all was having her ass and cunt stuffed to the maximum both at the same time. She could feel how close the cocks were to each other as they probed into her, it felt as if they were trying to break through and join one another somewhere inside. Rip her tissues down and turn her anus and cunt into one massive receptacle for all three cocks to frolic in.

Her back arched as she was pounded from front and rear. It was like a vise of cocks cramming her tighter and tighter together! Was the man in front trying to plow a channel from her mouth back to meet his friends? Darlene's head was spinning, her whole body ached and cried with the triple assault. They were hitting her with ferocious, powerful thrusts yet she felt no pleasure, no burning passion.

But did they? That's what Darlene wanted to know. n one of them creamed inside her she knew it would turn her on, make her body tingle, her loins grow hot, her guts spill back with her own fluids. Then the cock in her mouth was withdrawn, taken away.

She stared at the tip of the cock, the gobs of petroleum jelly were gone. She swallowed and felt them inside her. Was this cock ready to climax? Was that why he pulled away? The dark-skinned man moved away, came to the side of her head and hoisted one leg over as if he was straddling a horse.

His knees settled beside the head of the man under her and his hard rump pressed down on her neck. Darlene was crushed down low, she strained to keep from touching the leering mask just below her face. Then she felt his hands in her hair and prayed he wasn't rubbing the jelly into it. He held tight and jerked back until her face turned up to look at the blank red wall on the other side of the room.

She felt his cock in her hair, felt his hands covering the stick, rubbing it with her golden-brown fur, fucking her hair like it was another opening to her body! Darlene wanted to shake her head, drive him off but she couldn't, he held her under the chin, forced her eyes up to the wall.

Then she understood why. The redness of the room dimmed, it became dark. The pictures started again. The first was the most painful, the smiling face of her mother.

"Ohhhhh… " she sobbed as she realized her mother was looking at her in the hands of these men.

Then her father, stern, rather out-of-fashion in his thin necktie and over-sized hat. He looked old, worn, tired and Darlene's heart swelled with the remorse of not being with him more often. Next the house was back, it looked the same, unchanged, unaltered, still in excellent shape even in her absence. She wanted to spit but could only draw up more and more of the petroleum jelly.

The picture of the cars made her whimper. There they were, side by side in the driveway, Ken's big car next to her little Mustang. The Mustang glimmered in the sun, sat there empty with no driver now that she was gone. The whimper came from her lips as she wondered whether or not Ken would find another driver for the Mustang, another woman to take her place.

"Leila!" she sobbed as the face of her daughter filled the wall. Little blue-eyed Leila with her pigtails and pug nose. Then came the boy, freckles, messed hair, a missing tooth in front and a frightened expression… he never did like having his picture taken. "Timothy!"

The pounding cocks were tearing her cunt and ass, smashing into her with the brutal force of machinery but she didn't feel it, didn't care. Her heart was pounding for only one thing, to get out of this place, to go to her children, her parents and hug them, never Jet them go or risk losing them.

The pictures started to flash now. First her mother, then father, then the house and so on. Suddenly she saw a blur between the familiar visions, a blur which took time between each flash to focus, each time more recognizable. It was Ken, dear, wonderful Ken. His face held everything together, made it all complete.

"Ken! Oh, Ken, I miss you sooooo much!" she sobbed. The cocks were gone and she was empty. But it didn't matter, she wasn't even conscious of them while they were there. The lights came back and she could feel them standing around her, probably exhausted, frustrated, angered by her refusal to become aroused. When her eyes fell on the pillow with the pink satin pillow case she sobbed again. It was in the comer, her only memento of the life that was. She started to crawl for it and finally realized how much her limbs ached. But before she could reach it the black man grabbed it.

"No!" she pleaded. "Please! No!"

He tossed it to the second man who pitched it over to the third. Darlene tried to get up but couldn't find the strength. "My pillow! Please give it to me! Please!" she groaned.

The man dropped it onto the floor at his feet and waited until she crawled close. As she reached for it he took her hair in his hands and jerked back. Her face came up, she automatically opened her mouth and understood what she must do to regain her pillow.

His thick cock filled her mouth as she swirled her tongue around the head and sucked. It tasted of jelly and the residue of her rump but she sucked hard and furiously to satisfy him. At all costs she had to protect the pillow under his large, crushing foot.

He drove his meat deep and hard, slammed it into her as she sucked and kissed every gliding inch. Then she pulled away and held the cock in her fists while sliding her tongue down to draw his balls inside her mouth. She stroked hard and sucked at each nut until it was saturated, then ran her tongue along the root and back up.

She engulfed the spike, traced her teeth along it, kissed the head and engulfed it again. This was the man who had climaxed the other day but now he seemed impossible to bring to a head. She shut her lips tight and forced the flared head between, gave it a taut, sucking entrance and felt its heat increase. That's it, she told herself, fuck his pecker with my lips.