Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

Her hips lifted up as her legs went wide. The availability of her anus was raised to the tip of the waiting log. He pushed against the smallest hole and felt it strain back with no hesitation to clamp tight around him. He applied his weight and the cock burrowed into the clinging snugness of her anus. Darlene exhaled, smiled up at the face which pleased her so, fucked her so well, filled her ass with stretching happiness.

She folded her legs back to her chest to spike her asshole up to the now speeding rod. It plummeted into her, blasted with great speed to blur the doctor's whipping rump. She was splendid, totally receptive and eager to please him in any way. It was obvious she'd reached total cure but he knew he'd have to make that final test and it bothered him.

Usually it was done at the peak of sexual heat, at a time which would take the greatest will-power to reject him. But he had just left some discouraging information on his desk and knew this beautiful woman would have at least a week to wait before she and her husband would be rejoined. It would be cruel to leave her alone and in such a delicate state of arousal.

The facts all whirred in his mind until he decided not to worry. Complete the intercourse with Darlene and devise some simple test afterwards. She was too good, too sensitive, too beautiful to torture needlessly. August now understood how his assistant felt just before he made that impassioned error with Darlene.

"It feels so good," she whispered. Her cheeks had color, she beamed with blissful eyes 'up at his face and ground her hips gracefully in a circle. "I never want it to end."

August could feel the grasping heaves of her backside as it lifted up to each of his deep strokes. She fucked with the perfect blend of instinct and practice, this woman was at her pinnacle of sexuality.

He felt his cock's incredible warmth and knew he would soon fill her body with his liquids. Darlene could feel it too and quickened her pace. She blinked, grinned, it was so wonderful to have a man inside her and know he wouldn't stop until she was satisfied.

August pulled his cock slowly from her anus and felt the muscle slide down the head of the wet column. He eased it up to the emptiness of her cunt, knowing where she wanted it when it sprayed. Her willing loins wrapped around his hips and hugged him comfortably into place.

Now he moved with deft, stabbing strokes to inflame the cunt, to drive its heat higher and higher until matching his own. In minutes she was burning her hot pussy walls into his smoldering cock, heaving upward, gasping, running her tongue in circular motions around her lips. She grabbed his shoulders and arms to hold tight and dig fingernails into the flesh as each pounding length of cock pushed her nearer and nearer the brink of complete orgasm.

"Uh! UH! Yessss! Oh! Yesssss… " she moaned with closed eyes and thrashing hair.

He pounded deep enough to tangle their pubic hairs into one squashed, matted pile, his testicles rested on the globes of her lifting ass. Then the waves of grabbing fury began to travel up and down the walls of her cunt, tore possessively at his slamming meat, tried to clamp the pleasure-giving cock inside for an eternal climax.

"Yes!" she cried as her whole body spasmed and gyrated below his heaving hips.

Then August felt the ripping pressure of pent-up sperm scorching along his cock to thunder inside the trembling box in a torrent of release. Her cunt savored every pumping jerk of the spewing pecker as it graced her with flow after flow of the thick, white paste. The hole was saturated, filled, brimming with the heated overflow of frothing, streaming cream as it dripped from the lips and spread in a wide ring of shiny, sticky, snow.

Their arms wrapped around each other and they hugged for long minutes as the successful cock slowly withdrew from the roaring applause of the still quivering pussy. August waited until it slid free of her without help, he was in no hurry today, not today. This was the last time he'd have the pleasure of being with Mrs. Williams.

When he stood up he knew she'd see the smeared remains of their lovemaking on his cock, knew what she'd do. Darlene came to her knees, reached out for the shrunken peter, brought her mouth close to suck it clean.

"Wait," August said.

She stopped instantly. The voice, it was a strange voice, a voice she never heard before… not the voice of Ken. With wide, unknowing eyes she looked up at the man standing before her, the tall man with the splendid prick, the man with the smiling, familiar face of Ken.

He removed the mask and stared into her eyes. After a brief moment of apprehension her eyes narrowed, she spit and snarled, "Who are you? Get away from me!"

She jumped back and scurried across the room to stand against the furthest wall from this man. "Leave me alone!" she screamed. "Get out of here! Ken? Ken! Where are you, Ken? Save me! I need you, Ken!"

August quietly turned and left the room. Outside he turned to an assistant and said, "She's completed the therapy. After she calms down have one of the girls bring her to my office."

In numb disbelief Darlene followed the young nurse in the crisp uniform from the white room. She was taken to a well-furnished suite of rooms and shown the washroom and shower. While she bathed and washed her hair she smelled food cooking and was greeted with a delicious meal afterward.

Finally the laundered jeans and sweater she wore on that day so long ago when she met Chuck at the beach were handed to her. She dressed, looked at herself in the mirror, still wondered what was happening, where she was. The nurse refused to answer any of her frequent questions by saying, "You'll learn everything very soon."

When? Why was she here? For what reason other than the insistent pleasures of the many men? What was this white-walled chamber of tortures and fulfillment? How were her children? The people she missed and loved? Ken? Dear, Ken, her husband?

"He's fine," answered the bearded Dr. August after she was ushered into his office. The questions blurted from her mouth and he listened with an understanding smile. Darlene liked him for some reason, trusted him, knew he meant her no harm. In a funny way he reminded her of Ken but didn't look at all like him.

"And your children are happy, they miss you and look forward to your return."

"You mean I can go?" she asked.

"In a little while. First, I feel obliged to explain what you've been through. I know your interests are now concerned with leaving more than anything else, but once you're away from here the questions will eventually return," he said.

She nodded, relaxed, there was no hurry. "Yes, please tell me why I was brought here."

The doctor explained everything. As he came to the part about Ken's realizing she was having an affair, about his concern and contact of the institute she started to cry.

"Why are you crying?" August asked.

"Because I wronged him so… I was so stupid to take such risks with everything I cherish, my home, my kids, my lovely husband."

"Then you understand why he resorted to our experimental therapy? Why he wanted you cured more than punished?" he quietly asked.

"Yes," she replied.

He then explained the therapy. "We use very thorough methods to induce a rather simple form of retraining. Re-identification, if you like. The pattern of events you went through was designed to make you realize the values of momentary indiscretions as opposed to the obligatory values of marriage."

"You mean the foolish risks involved for a few minutes of pleasure with someone you really don't care for?" she asked.

"Precisely. But at the time you believe you care for this person because he answers a need in you. What we try to make you see is that your husband has everything necessary to meet those needs, the shortcomings are yours, not his."