Sid Farmer - Hot and horny weekend

Above the sound of her sucking and humming she could hear George gasp. Her firmly rounded buttocks were bouncing up and down on the bed, her teeth hurting him as she sucked desperately, but she wanted him to cum, to cum now! Her own fires burned hotter between her trembling legs, and her free hand lifted itself from the bed and slid to her pleading vagina. Quickly she inserted her middle finger and began lewdly finger-fucking herself to the rhythm that her mouth was beating on his desperately straining cock.

Suddenly, George's gasp changed. "Aarrrrgggghhh," he moaned aloud as the dam behind his balls broke loose. His hips jerked forward, ramming into her mouth ferociously as the heated fluids of his orgasm spurted deep into her contracting throat, spewing more and more of his thick white cum. She nearly choked trying to swallow the sticky warm liquid as it filled her mouth, bloating out her cheeks almost to the bursting point.

George relaxed as the moment of his orgasm passed, but let her continue sucking him. His deflating cock felt as if it were fine crystal being shattered into a thousand needles of broken glass. He looked down to see her hand between her open legs, desperately trying to work herself to a climax and he grabbed it and jerked her fingers from her vagina with a quick, wet sucking noise.

"That's mine. You let me take care of that. Do you want me to suck or fuck you?" he grinned down lasciviously, enjoying the torture he was putting her aroused young body through. But his friend's wife was too excited to do anything but keep sucking at his now deflated cock, and he had to pull her head away forcefully, allowing a thin trail of sperm to follow from her lips. But her mouth remained open. She needed his cock so badly, and she leaned forward to put it back between her sperm-glistening lips. She wanted it hard, and hard now.

"Answer my question," George hissed, lifting her face so that he was gazing directly into her lust-glazed eyes. "Shall I eat you or fuck you? Make up your mind, bitch!" He knew that for the moment with his deflated cock he could never enter her, but he taunted her with the cruel words of hope.

"Lie back on the bed, if you won't answer me," he said, and watched her roll over flat on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could, her churning hips grinding hungrily down into the softness of the mattress, her obscenely begging vagina pointed directly at him. "Tell me you want it," he said. His grin widening at her helpless need.

"I want it," was all Laura could murmur in her agony of desire.

"Not that," he yelled. "Tell me the words. Say what you want, baby. Tell me you want to be sucked and fucked!"

"Yes, please… Please fuck me, suck me, anything, just do it to me! Now, please!" she begged, her blonde hair lolling helplessly from side to side on the mattress, her brain and vagina on fire from the combined influence of her own lust and the aphrodisiac she'd had.

Laura could not believe her own words. She had never ever consciously said words like that before, but he was forcing her to now. Tears of confusion, shame and passion flowed freely from her eyes, but the fire licking down in her belly needed quenching. "Please," she cried unashamedly, "Please fuck me. Oooohhh, please!"

George was smiling again. This was exactly what he had wanted. With her so excited, so confused, he could do what he pleased with her helpless body. He picked up her right foot in one hand and kissed the bottom, causing a chill to run up her silken leg like a zipper, opening every pore on her needfully trembling thigh. No one had kissed her foot before. It was totally new, totally exciting. She felt as if his tongue had reached into the depths of her very being.

Carefully, slowly, he kissed at her foot, moving slowly to her ankles, then up her uncontrollably quivering leg. She knew what was coming. Just as she had never sucked Bill, her husband, too, had never eaten her. He had tried to kiss around her loins before, but she had always stopped him at the last minute, her puritanical upbringing triumphing over her desire. But all that seemed to be forgotten now in the depths of her obscene debasement. Now she reached down to grab George's hair and pull him faster to the dilated pink lips of her throbbing cunt, but he slapped her hands and proceeded at his own speed until, a seeming eternity later, she could feel the beat of his hot breath tickling the soft inner flesh of her spasming thighs.

"Are you ready for this?" he grinned up from between her legs, delighting in teasing her and knowing she was near the breaking point. Any more delay and she would turn into a raving maniac.

"Yes, yes," she gasped, looking down between her heaving breasts at his leering face. "Please, now suck it, suck it good!"

Satisfied that she could take no more teasing for the moment, George spread the soft hair-lined cuntal lips of his neighbor's wife with his fingers, and flicked out his practiced tongue at the swollen bud of her already erect clitoris.

"Oooooohhh," she moaned, closing her eyes tight and spread her quivering legs wider.

Nothing was ever like this, she thought as he flicked with his hardened tongue again, this time letting it rest a little longer on the throbbing center of her pleasure. Her head thrashed back and forth on the bed, and she breathed in heaving gasps. He slid his tongue down the moist hair-lined furrow from her pulsating clitoris to the opening of her wetly dilated cunt, and thrust it into the warm wet channel as far as he could.

"Oh, oh, ooohhh," she cried. "Harder, harder."

He continued licking her, pushing his tongue in along the slippery smooth walls as far as it could go. His hands clenched at the cheeks of her snow white ass and a single finger slid its way across the milky flesh to the rubbery ring of her exposed anus. He probed at the opening softly and she writhed her hips at the unexpected touch. She hadn't anticipated what was about to come.

"Don't stop," she begged as he lifted his head from between her legs. But her excitement had seemed to arouse George quicker than he had thought, and now his quiveringly erect cock demanded yet more satisfaction.

"Turn over," he commanded harshly.

No, she thought, as she struggled to roll her body over as he had commanded. He can't be, he isn't! Knowing that George would go to any length to humiliate her further, she was afraid of what might happen. She and her husband had always had sex in the regular position with no variation. Now what was to happen? Her mind, fogged by the drug and the lusting minuets that his tongue had played in her fiery vagina, could do nothing to control her body. She did as he said.

"Spread your legs," he commanded again as he massaged the softly yielding flesh of her perspiring buttocks. Then his thumbs spread the ivory-white cheeks apart, exposing the tiny elastic ring of her puckered nether opening, and he bent and kissed one cheek and slithered his tongue to her virgin anus, licking at it gingerly for a moment.

"Please, no," Laura whimpered down into the bedspread. "Not that." But her lust-filled neighbor pushed against her defenseless thighs as she tried to close them. The bed and her twitching legs were wet with her own excited fluids, and George smiled as he noticed the liquid remnants of the extreme pleasure that he had given her before. Now, now he would do something that no man had ever done to this young wife, not even her husband. He slipped one insinuating finger along the soft crevice between her fearfully tensed buttocks until it reached her unused anal opening. He probed it with no success. She was fighting him with all of her might, clenching her small buttocks as tight as she could.

"Please, no," she cried again. "It's wrong, it's wrong… arrggghhh," she moaned as he pushed his middle finger into the tiny rubbery opening up to the first knuckle. How tight, how sweet it is, he thought, as he watched his hand and her squirming bottom as he pushed his finger farther and farther up into the vainly resisting channel. Then, with a final thrust, he embedded his finger all the way to the hilt, his palm pressing flat into the soft flaccid cheeks of her violated buttocks.