want you…'
Wafto smiled to himself above her. So, he thought, the bitch thinks I'm her husband, eh? He chuckled lewdly to himself. Well, she'll see the difference before I'm finished, no mistake!
He stroked the giant throbbing cock slowly, reaching down and running his other hand over the awakening mounds of her tits and down over her belly to the soft fleshy folds of her cunt.
'Oooohhh, Neal, lover,' Sharon moaned, dreaming that her beloved husband was near her, about to make love to her, her body becoming alert now to the caresses of the magic hands that were stroking her flesh into a hot sheet of desire. God how she wanted him now, wanted Neal, and her body ached with her rising aphrodisiac- induced need to be touched as he was touching her this very moment…
Her tongue ran slowly around her moist lips, savoring the sticky pungent taste of the strange moisture that covered them; the odor wafted through her flared nostrils, breathing it deep inside her body. It did strange things to her, the male odor and the pungent taste coursing through her entire being like a sweet soothing balm, lighting tiny fires in her turgid nipples and causing a sensuous throbbing in the nerve ends of her tight hot pussy. She could feel dew-drops of moisture rising there between her open legs as the exposed hair-lined lips began a slow spasmodic contraction, palpitating wetly.
'Oooohh, Neal take me darling, take me now, I need you soooo!'
Wafto, the little dwarf, grinned evilly, his greedy eyes feasting lewdly on her unconsciously squirming nakedness. He moved around on the bed, crouching on all fours over the white sensuously twisting body, pushing her unresisting milk-white thighs apart. He crawled between them, his knees pressing between her ankles, and his face panting a few inches above the hair-covered vee of her opened-wide thighs. His mouth salivated as his eyes looked down at it rotating sensuously, expectantly, just below his lips. Saliva dripped from his open mouth, mingling with her juices in the delicious narrow split that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed down through the rounded creamy spheres of her buttocks.
Through half-slitted eyes Sharon could see the shadowy figure of her husband, Neal, crouching between her wide-splayed legs. She could feel the flat palms of his sweating hands pushing against the softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her secret treasure was open to him to do as he willed. She watched with bated breath as his head lowered slowly… slowly… slowly…
And then…
'Aaaahhhhhhh!' she cried, her body convulsing as his moist hot lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. His hazy face disappeared from her view into the soft pubic fleece as he planted wet tickling kisses on the still-closed aperture, his tongue flicking lizard-like at the quivering opening.
Her own hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid down her smooth, flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, then slowly spread the fleshy, hair-rimmed lips of her moist hot cunt apart, allowing his hungry questing lips complete access to the secret mouth down between her open thighs.
The beauteous young wife's elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow as the hot searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling the quivering erected bud of her clitoris. The lips sucked, drawing the warm soft folds deep, deep into the hot cavern of his voracious mouth, the tongue continuing its maddening licking against the straining pink button of her womanhood. She groaned deep in her throat as the hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet slit, starting at the lower belly and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic-rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks where it stopped momentarily to tease the tight brown nether ring of the quivering anus there. Her hips ground wildly into the squeaking bed now, soft mewling animal sounds spewing from her lips.
Wafto the hunch-back worked hungrily, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly, against his cheeks. A feeling of power was in him. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever expected to have such a proud pure bitch like this squirming under his ramrod tongue and completely at his mercy. And she was loving it! Her groans drove his probe faster and faster along her moist hot slit. He wanted her begging for it when he was ready to ram his great oversized cock to her and she was almost there. He had never seen anyone so hot, even with the potion — and this was just the beginning!
The evil dwarf knew she was too far gone now to fight anything he did to her and his mind began to form weird erotic pictures of the positions he could put her in and the things he could do at will to her limp desire- contorted body. He chuckled obscenely as he felt her hands desperately clawing at his hair, guiding his slickly groveling face to the trembling opening of her cunt. He ran his tongue into the soft-fleeced flesh, flicking at it for a moment, then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the quivering pink edges.
Wafto let her force him this time, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little aperture in her squirming lower belly. As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he thrust his tongue again deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the young wife whose soft warm thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving head. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the invaded cunt opened and closed in a hungry sucking motion, attempting to pull the probe deeper and deeper into it. He could scarcely breathe; his nose was pressed tightly against the tiny hard clitoris, breathing in the pungent odor of her secretions and her womanhood, and it incited his penis to a hardness that he could no longer control.
He had to fuck this little haughty bitch or he would explode his juices all over the mattress and her quivering, sweating flesh!
Wafto grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up her sweat-soaked body at the same time. His rigid cock rammed against the wet pubic hair. He planted his hands on either side of her shoulders, her ankles locked tightly behind his neck. He could look down between their bodies and see her upturned buttocks completely exposed to his lusting gaze.
The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing in invitation, the wet moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs.
The beauteous and drugged young Sharon could see Neal hovering over her through her passion-dimmed eyes. She could feel the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying the full-length of her quivering opened slit. The jerking head of his massive cock rested between her wide-splayed buttocks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips down toward it, her hungry cuntal lips searching desperately for its hard, blood-filled tip.
She had to have his great prick inside her!
She had to!
The helplessly drugged young wife reached her hands in panic down beneath the grinding cheeks of her buttocks and grasped the full-length of the granite-hard member. Her tightly closed fists stroked it softly, as if in reverence. She could feel the spasmodic throbbing against her soft palms and the sticky fluid that oozed in droplets from the blood-engorged head. She guided it up the valley of her vagina, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised between the moisture covered flanges of her vagina, then placed her other hand on her husband's buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull his cock into her screaming, quivering belly.
Wafto grinned obscenely above her. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward now and impaling this squirming little bitch on his aching prick, fixing her for her scorn of him earlier, her and all her snooty Goddamn kind. But he had to take it slow, slow; it was the best way. When he finally did fuck her, when he finally filled her cunt to overflowing with his boiling seed, it would be when he wanted to and not her… But the thought of that soft warm valley around his palpitating cock caused him to involuntarily flick his hips forward, nonetheless.
Sharon felt the lips around her throbbing vagina pushed open. The elastic-rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, and then gave way before the hard cruel pressure. The pain was harsh, for he was immense, and she mechanically resisted for a moment, emitting a long low moan from deep within her throat.
The deformed hunch-back liked that, liked to hear her cry out to him. He shoved again, harder, and was rewarded with a deeper groan. Scream, bitch! he thought wildly. Scream for mercy you'll never get from Wafto, the hunch-back!
Suddenly, then, the malformed dwarf could stand it no longer; he had to take her this moment. He rammed forward with everything he could muster, all the power in his squat, gnarled body, sinking the lust-inflated cock all the way to the hilt. He could feel his balls slap tightly against her jerking anus that screwed itself down deep into the mattress in a vain attempt to escape the cruel unexpected brutal onslaught. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his thick body, splaying over either edge of the bed, kicking futilely into the air.
'Uuuuuuuhhhhh!' she cried with the driving pain. 'Oh God, Neal, nnooootttt sooooo harrddddd!
