Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

He now withdrew the middle finger from her anus and heard her moan with relief. A slight smile came over his lips behind the mask just before he thrust his index finger into the vacated hole.

"Uhhhh!" she gasped.

Quickly he plunged the finger in and out then pressed the third, then fourth fingers inside. Last, he nudged his thumb into the warm grasp of her shocked asshole. Now was the master-move. He lay forward until his weight rested heavy on her rear end, his cock shoved forcefully to a greater depth and she moaned again. Then he took the hand fresh from probing her anus and brought it around to her face. He cupped the sweet face in his hand so that the fingers coated with the wet and odors of her insides assaulted her nose and eyes.

"Please! Uhhhh!" she screamed. Then she tried to bite at one finger but August was prepared. He jammed his cock fiercely inside her until she stammered and gasped with pain.

Her nostrils were filled with the humid smell of her backside, she could feel the juices on her cheeks and eyelids. The hand was smothering her with her own liquid lust. And more horrible than anything to Darlene was the fact that it smelled good, tastes were on her lips, it was impossible to avoid the overpowering arousal the cream of her holes provided.

August felt her buns tighten below him, then the tentative sway of her hips. She was succumbing to the cock, admitting it was making her whole body swim with desire. He eased back and felt her press down to refill the void where his cock had once nestled.

He pumped in and out at an increased speed and she started to lift her rump up to each of his thrusts. She was taking him now, welcoming each and every inch of his endless pole. He withdrew further and increased the length of his stabs until his cock was making long, steady plunges in and out of the gurgling box.

Darlene's cunt walls were in a state of shock, then the great heat started to make them melt around the crammed-in cock. She kept telling herself not to move, not to respond in any way at all. But when the hand covered her face, when the odors and tastes assaulted her she knew she had lost. This man with the large cock knew exactly what he was doing, she suddenly felt totally under his control and let herself go.

She heaved her rear end up as best she could to catch all of the pumping cock as it rammed deep into her body. It was a magnificent fill of stiffness, heat and friction. She never felt so fucked in all her life and the more she worked back at the rod the easier it entered.

August moved his hand from her face and scooped down to cup each of her soft, jiggling breasts as her body started to hump back to him eagerly. She was pinned rather close to the ground but still had room to move, room to hoist herself up and beg for his slamming cock. He pinched the nipples of her breasts until they turned to burning pebbles in his fingers. Then, with strong rolls of his hips, he again increased the speed of the plunging cock.

"Oh! Yes! Yes! It's sooo big! And sooo good!" she now cried with delight. "Put it in me! Pump me up until I go to pieces!"

His hands moved down to grab at her hips as his rump blurred with speed. The wetness splattered from her hole as he hit her with rapid-fire plummets of hot, stiff cock. She spiked her ass toward the pole and took each cramming stab with groans of pure bliss.

"God! It… it… it… feels… I'm… I'm going to come!"

August could feel the heat inside his own body rising along with the loudness of her delighted cries. He relaxed and followed the lead of her voice. She was shaking, trembling, quivering from head to toe and about to explode into an orgasm. He just let his cock take over and plunge straight in.

"Yes! Oh! Uhhhhhhh!" she screeched as the peak of her climax overcame her. Then she was silent and her rump clipped hungrily back to encompass his cock with trembling muscles, hot wetness, hugging love.

The churning cream rose the length of August's great tool and blasted from him with pressurized force. It came in three heavy spurts to fill anything left in the way of space inside her quivering cunt. He gripped tightly to her hips and enjoyed the fire-like release from his straining muscle.

But when Darlene felt her cavity filling with the steaming payload she went berserk. Her orgasm was nothing compared to the abandoned earthquake which now trembled from her head to her toes. The one thrill she loved more than anything else on earth was the feel of her twat being plastered, showered, painted with a man's pumping cream.

"Fill me! Keep pumping inside me! Oh, yes! I love it! I love it!" she cried.

August pumped until his cock was drained inside her sucking hole, then relaxed. He slowly withdrew his spent cock and stepped back. Darlene collapsed onto her belly in exhaustion, she sucked for air with hungry gasps.

"Who are you?" she finally managed to ask.

There was no answer. She felt a thick gob of semen leak from her pussy lips and dribble down her crotch. She regretted not being able to cross her legs and hold the abundant semen inside her forever. "Please…" she tried again. "Please tell me who you are… please."

Again no answer. But there was a sound. A step on the soft canvas. Then the clamps holding her ankles and wrists suddenly released but she didn't dare move. The footsteps started again and as she lay face down she was finally able to see-the clean, well-manicured bare feet of the man who had pleased her.

She slowly lifted her head and saw the well-formed legs and hairy thighs of the man. Then she paused to stare at the half-limp cock, so long, now red and tired but still of a formidable size hanging from a thick patch of black hair below the man's flat, rippling stomach.

Her eyes went up to the broad, vee-shaped chest and thick, powerful arms. Finally the solid shoulders and at last, the face. With a shocked gasp she realized she was staring into the face of Ken, her husband.

She looked away, blinked, looked back. It was Ken's face but definitely not his body. He was smaller, not as muscular, definitely not the possessor of such a large cock.

"Who? Who are you!" she meekly asked.

The voice sounded as if it came from everywhere. It was his voice too, Ken's. It said only one word, "Ken."

Darlene took a quick gulp of air and felt it do no good. She was warm, lightheaded, confused and in three seconds in a complete faint.

As Ken drove home from the institute he felt uneasy. Questions kept darting into his mind about whether he was doing the right thing by submitting Darlene to the experimental therapy. The whole operation was cloaked in secrecy, the contractual agreement he had to sign stated that no guarantees are offered, yet Dr. August seemed intent on assuring him everything would work.

And they wouldn't let him have a copy of the contract on the excuse that the medical world would be very upset if they heard about the experiments. Yes, it was a shady operation but he did hear amazing testimonials.

That's how he had learned of Dr. August. At a party when he met George Parker's wife. She was a dream, beautiful, large-breasted, slim-waisted and endowed with the silkiest red hair Ken had ever seen. His crotch ached from the mere sight of her. He waited until George was off talking with the boss before making his very subtle play.

It was his most suave, coy manner of suggesting to someone's wife that she get together with him some lonely evening. All he suggested was, "Maybe we could get together sometime and have a drink." No commitment, no direct statement of sexual intent.

She shot him down like a one-winged jet. "I'm sorry, Mr. Williams, but I get together with no one but my husband."

There were a million different reasons why she could have refused, but Ken was convinced by her manner that she never did get together with anyone but her husband. He was baffled. She was a total knock-out and George appeared to be your less-than-average man about town. He wondered what George had, to make such a doll so devoted.