Sid Farmer - Hot and horny weekend

"Ooowwwwweeeee," she moaned. "It hurts. Stop, please stop!!"

"Quiet, sweetheart," George whispered. "You ain't seen nothing yet."

There was a cruelly unyielding relish in his voice as he began to rotate his probing middle finger around deep inside her to loosen the tightly flexed passage. He could feel the buttery smoothness in her virgin rectum as he skewered her like an animal, and his grin widened more at the lewd thought of taking her anally. But to Laura, writhing beneath his hand, it felt as though her whole rectum were pierced with pain, as though he were going to tear her open. A moment later, in her confusion, she thought his finger had grown larger, but with a piteous moan realized that he had slipped a second finger into her back passage.

Laura was sobbing openly now, crying wetly like a child. The pain tore at her insides like a hotly probing poker, and her frustration at being able to do nothing to stop this awful rape built a rage in her, a rage that would know no normal release. But there was nothing she could do to stop her cruelly sadistic neighbor… she was completely at his mercy.

Satisfied that Laura's anal opening was primed for him, George removed his fingers, and repositioned his anxious body. His weight shift on the bed wasn't noticed by the young wife, and Laura had no idea what he was going to do until, suddenly, she felt his huge overheated cock sliding up the crevice of her untouched buttocks toward her unsuspecting anus.

"You're going to like this," George crooned evilly. "It'll only hurt for a minute."

Laura's eyes opened wide in terror as she heard his words and felt his great massive cock probing the tightly puckered opening of her virginal rectum. This was the ultimate submission, the ultimate disgrace. She had been used by this man in the worst ways she could have imagined, and now he would do this to her, push his obscene cock deep into her, where not even her husband had done it to her before!

George nudged his fleshy weapon forward slightly, and Laura tried to clench her rectal muscles tighter – but his warming up exercise had left the muscles tired and useless.

"Aaaarrrggggghhhhhhh, it hurts," she screamed as the rubbery red crown of his rock-hard cock wormed its way into her forbidden passage. "No, no, no!" she sobbed, begging him to stop. But it was no use and she knew it. The fiery dagger forced its way farther and farther into her and there was no respite. The pain raked her insides and she felt as though she might pass out, but a last ounce of courage kept her conscious. But, oh God, she thought, her brain screaming inside her head, it hurts, it hurts so…

Laura wasn't aware of when the change came, when the borderline between pain and pleasure was crossed. The change came without warning. The shock, the newness, turned to a sudden and almost masochistic pleasure, and the pain of his forced entry disappeared completely. The red hot crown of her neighbor's bludgeoning cock rubbed against her tender insides, caressing the hitherto untouched rectal flesh with undreamed of sensations. She felt herself rocketed on a sea of passion, rolling with each wave as he pushed at her. She also felt herself respond, lifting her abused buttocks higher, and then pushing backward to slap them hard against his pistoning pelvis as he rammed mercilessly into her.

"Ooooh, ooh, oooh," she grunted, streams of perspiration pouring heavily from her forehead. Their bodies dripped with sweat as they worked harder into a frenzied fury, racing to the climax, each wanting to get to the finish first. Her final subjection to her neighbor's depraved desires had become the fiercest and most erotic moment of her life. She was being used as she had never thought possible, and she liked it! She liked it! He forced her to do as he wished and she wanted it no other way. There was no thought of her husband Bill or anything else that had been so important to her only a few minutes ago. The intensity of the moment had overtaken her. Bodily pleasure was all she craved and she was getting all that and more too. She was getting it all!

George could hold back no longer. The rubbing of his lust-engorged cock along the sides of her overheated rectum was taking its toll. He had nearly split her open. But his concern was no longer for forcing her to do what he wanted, for he was rapidly approaching the end of his control. He was at the very threshold of his climax, the pressure deep in his sperm-bloated balls forcing him steadily over. The first spasm of his orgasm unleashed itself deep in his loins as the white hot sperm swarmed up through his desperately contracting penis.

"Now," he said to the ceiling. "Now, I'm cumming, I'm cuummmmmiiinnnnngggg!!"

The stabbing jets of his cum shot from his erupting cock like a blasting rocket, the fiery hot liquid spewing into Laura's lasciviously rotating rectum in streaming wet torrents. She felt as if her belly were being filled with the thick hot cum, the same cum that she had swallowed only a few short minutes before. With each slowing thrust of his wildly slamming cock, he forced his burning semen deeper and deeper up inside her and pushed her closer to the edge of her own cataclysmic orgasm.

"Aarrrrgggghhhhh," she groaned, as she pushed hard back into him again. It felt like a thousand hornets were stinging at her as the muscles of her nakedly writhing belly contracted like a huge serpent, then rose up and struck at its unseen victim. "I'm cumming, too!" she howled. "I'm cummmmiinnnnggg, tooooo!" Like an animal freed from its darkened cage and finally able to see the light of day, she was stunned and blinded by the awesome power of her ravaging climax. It seemed to go on and on forever until, with one final scream of pleasure, Laura fell forward on the bed exhausted. Never before had she experienced such a total involvement in an orgasm. But also, the end of the climax brought the end of her desire. The love potion she'd unwittingly drunk had been no stronger than to last until she had cum one time, and now it was drained from her ravaged body like everything else.

The pain returned to her anus where George's cock, still half-hard, rested. His reddened penis was sore from the lewd fucking he had just given her tight rear passage, and gently he tried to pull his deflating hardness from her. But even though her nether passage was wet with his sperm, the pain remained and he realized he would have to pull himself out quickly, like removing a splinter. The faster he pulled, the faster the pain would cease.

With one mighty jerk he yanked his huge member from her backside with a sudden wet, sucking noise. "Oooooh!" she groaned half consciously, tears flooding from her eyes. The final indignity, she thought hazily. She suffered with silent sobs as George rose from the bed and started to leave the room. He would have to dress downstairs in front of the fireplace.

"You loved it, didn't you?" George whispered, "and you'll want it some more, won't you? Anyway, I want to give it to you."

"Yes," she said limply, "I liked it, I loved it." She was astounded by her words. In the span of a few short hours, she was becoming a slave to this man who now seemed to own not only her body, but was bidding for her soul. She seemed to have no control to resist him, and she knew that she would do anything he asked. She had no choice – it meant protecting Bill, it meant protecting her sanity – there was no other way.

Laura fell quickly into an exhausted sleep as George left the room to dress, and to take another swallow from the small, leather covered flask as well. He would need some more of the potion, he thought with amusement.

His wife Abby was expecting him at home.

"It's quarter to three. My husband will be home in less than ten minutes," the naked woman on the bed said lazily.