Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

Darlene felt as if she'd been inside the room forever. It had been. a very long time since her last visitors left, the men who ruined her pillow, her last remnant of a former life where she had a husband, children, a beautiful home. That all seemed so far away now, so clouded… except for one thing. It was a life she had undervalued, something she took for granted, a situation she risked for a few moments of fleeting fun but now would give anything to have back.

And the tall man, the man with Ken's face. He usually came to her, satisfied her, made things better after the visits by the three bad guys, the men who didn't care about anything but their own pleasures, the men with the faces of Chuck. It saddened her to think Ken forgot.

As she sat wondering the panel door whooshed back, her hand came up to her lips. Was he here now? she asked herself. Has my Kenny finally come?

Her hopes were shattered like a dropped champagne glass as the three men filed into the room, all in masks, all grinning with the face of Chuck. Darlene was on her hands and knees and started crawling backwards like a threatened animal as they approached.

"Nooooo. Oh, my God, nooooo… " she moaned.

The leering men wore robes of black like menacing witches and approached in a funeral-slow walk. They cornered Darlene's whimpering body and stood in front of her. The robes were gathered in their hands and lifted. She stared at the awful sight of six bared legs bearing three stiff cocks.

"Noooo… "

Hands came down to stroke the cocks and she realized they were going to shower her recoiled body with their disgusting cream. She grabbed her hair and pulled it into a tight wrap to protect it, that's when she realized it was clean, the jism and residue from the last visit were gone. Without trying to figure out how such a thing happened she balled the hair in her hands, leaned back against the wall and tried to shield it.

Her breasts thrust out, the pink nipples seemed raw, expanded, succulent and the men's hands worked faster at the red, long peckers. Darlene closed her eyes and waited but between the sounds of their working flesh she heard the soft, breezy, whoosh of the sliding door.

She looked between the strong legs and felt her heart jump. Entering the room was the man, the wonderful, strong man with the face of Ken. Darlene let her hair go, lowered her head and lunged into the three stroking men with full force. Two parted after she hit them and she stumbled into a sprawling dive toward Ken.

She landed flat on her stomach and scratched at the floor with her fingernails to drag herself closer and closer. "Ken! Oh, my dear Ken! You've come… thank God you've come to save me!"

Ken was in a robe of white as blank as the room and he stood motionless inside the door while she struggled to his feet and kissed them with passion. She came to her knees and pressed her tear-streaked face into the softness of his gown until finding the abundant lump of cock. She kissed through the fabric, fondled the thick worm between her teeth and moaned with pleasure.

Her hands swept down to come up under the gown, to race directly for the warmth of his cock and balls. As she touched them an exhalation of pure gratitude escaped her lips, a smile formed on her face. "Ken, you've come. The only man I ever want to touch me, to kiss me, to feel me and fuck me!"

Ken looked across the room at the three Chucks and she burrowed for safety between his legs while following his vision. "Them! I hate them!" she hissed. "They aren't men! They're animals! Bloodsucking animals who want nothing but satisfaction for themselves! They don't care about me! Kill them for me! Kill the Chucks!"

With a wave of his hand the three men instantly departed and Darlene was alone with her chosen man. She kissed the soft hair of his thighs and wormed her tongue up to nestle into the loose flesh of his scrotum. Her mouth yawned open and engulfed the balls, sucked them sweetly inside to caress and stroke them with a loving tongue.

Her hand wrapped around his uplifted spine and stroked to the glans where it squeezed and cupped over the head. She worked her palm over it in circular motions, felt the intensifying heat, the flaring excitement. Then she ran her tongue upward to wet the cock that saved her.

"Dear Ken, I need you so much. Just you, no one else, no one but you forever… " she murmured.

Doctor August was pleased with her words, he liked to hear her express what she learned. There was only one test left, if she passed it he would declare her cured and send her home. But the time wasn't right yet, soon he would be able to conduct the last phase.

She swam her lips hungrily around the end of his root and pressed down until tasting the deliciousness, feeling the thick knob jam into her throat. Darlene twisted on the cock and let it bury totally inside the loving grasp of her sucking, drooling mouth.

She stabbed two fingers up to the softness of her cunt and stroked. She wanted to be wet, hot, anxious to feel his root when he was ready, fully prepared to show him how much she needed him close, close forever, always at her side. Because alone we are nothing, together we are everything.

Her wobbling breasts pressed against his legs with delicate softness as she stroked herself and sucked his cock. Yet, he only stood there. Stood tall above her and let her grovel like a famished orphan at his organ. Finally his hands came down to the hem of his gown and lifted it away. A shudder of anticipation rippled through Darlene's nudeness.

He put her on her back and ceremoniously came down between her welcoming legs. She could feel the wet heat of his cock-head as it nestled into her juicy snatch. Her thighs opened even wider, she arched to bring her cunt higher, to make it easier to meet the plunge of thick, warming shaft.

August hesitated and watched her breathing, it was in short, gasping clips. If he tested her now it might cause a shock, he decided. There would be time for that later. His mighty cock moved into the waiting lips, parted them expertly apart, slid inside with comfortable, steady strokes.

"Oh '" yesssss… " she sighed while pulling her legs up and back to jam her cunt around the plunging cock.

August marveled over the wonderful elasticity of her pussy, he thoroughly enjoyed the way it collapsed around every piece of his cock to wrap it tightly in a cast of squirming flesh. It was a superb cunt, a fine hole, the ultimate expression of sexual equipment.

And the breasts, the firm mounds of soft fullness. He ran his hands over them and felt the pink nipples respond instantly. Sculptured, crafted, designed by the finest artist the world has ever known, he mused to himself. Then he decided as his fingers squeezing into the doughy piles that if she were his woman he'd never own a pillow, his head would always rest on these lotion-soft cushions.

The nipples became scarlet with excitement as he pinched and twisted them. The broad buttons rose up to pinnacles and cried for the feel of his lips. August bent down and managed to suck a heaving nipple between his lips while still working his long cock into the incredible oven between her legs.

Rumbles of joy shook her whole torso as she felt his teeth nip at her nipples, as she felt the filling pole make plunge after exciting plunge inside her twisting body. It was a good cock, a great cock, the only cock for her! Ken's cock!

His hands moved downward to cup her ass-cheeks and squeeze. Darlene felt a fingertip circling the rim of her colon, touching, teasing. She relaxed completely and let the finger bring joy to her ass by sliding far inside, twisting, bending, massaging her rectum. When his finger slipped free and she felt the cock making a complete withdrawal she knew exactly what to do.