Sid Farmer - Hot and horny weekend

He continued talking about the trip.

"Abby has plans for Bill, too," he grinned, seeing the anguished look on her face. "You don't think it can be done? Well, it just may surprise you how easy it's going to be."

Laura forgot the cool air that was playing lewd caressing games with the near-nakedness of her swelling breasts. She could not be part of a conspiracy against her husband, because if he were to be unfaithful, then it would be her fault, and she had done enough already. But George anticipated her thoughts.

"And don't think for a minute, little girl, that you are going to tell him in advance. If you warn him, it would take the fun out of it. Neither of you can get out of this now, and you know it. Bill would be run out of Oak Park within a week if I were ever to spill what I know, so just relax and let's enjoy it." George's grin broadened as he saw the defeated look cross the young wife's beautiful face, as though the end of the world were coming.

Thwarted, Laura dropped her hands to her sides. What could she do? Her confidently smiling neighbor held all the trump cards, and she would just have to play along. Obviously, nothing else would work.

"I told you to take off your blouse," he said, startling her out of her thoughts. Slowly she did as he said, slightly embarrassed, but, in spite of her helplessness, strangely aroused by the thought of him looking at her naked breasts in broad daylight.

George stared at the lushly round firmness of her obscenely exposed breasts, the cool air extending her nipples and causing them to become quiveringly erect. Goose flesh covered her body as she mechanically dropped her blouse to the freshly washed floor, the buttons clicking on the tile, and her hands hung limply at her sides awaiting his next command.

"Shoes," he said, and she bent to remove them, the weight of her heavy breasts pressing toward the floor as she stood first on one foot, then the other. She spent a moment longer than necessary arranging her shoes neatly on the floor, and the weight of her voluptuously full breasts, hanging loosely beneath her, pulled at the muscles in her chest, the muscles that kept her body firm and young looking.

George watched the shimmering white breasts as they swayed gently beneath Laura's moving body. He knew exactly how it made her feel, but said nothing as she arranged her shoes: if she wanted to work herself up, he would let her.

"Well, what are you stalling for?" he asked, finally, enjoying his power to command her to the utmost. She straightened up at his words and started to walk meekly toward him.

"No," he said. "The skirt. Take off your skirt, and make it good."

Laura's face flushed. She was being made into a common stripper whose only purpose was to give him a cheap thrill, she thought wretchedly to herself. But there was nothing she could do – she had to obey this fiendish man's every command, or risk the destruction of her life in Oak Park. Slowly, she put both hands behind her back to find the zipper of her skirt. Her shoulders were back as she started hesitantly to unzip the skirt, and she had to lean forward slightly to unfasten the button, her milky white breasts again swaying sensuously with the motion of her body. Her golden brown nipples were tautly erect and a red flush of sexual excitement began to spread itself involuntarily across her blushing face.

The button came undone easily, and she started to slide the skirt down over her softly flaring hips. It came off easily and fell to the floor with the blouse and shoes, and she stood completely naked except for the white silk panties, which George did not have to tell her to take off. This she did by herself, easily, turning her back to him and exposing the lushly full moons of her buttocks, which gleamed marble-like in the shaded light.

George could feel his huge blood-filled penis pressing hard against his pants as she dropped the flimsy nylon panties onto the tile floor, and it was all he could do to keep from stripping himself and taking her then and there. But he had other plans for his seductive little neighbor, who he knew was still resisting his advances.

"Show me that you are enjoying yourself," he said, and for a moment she thought to walk toward him, but knew that he did not want that. He wanted to further humiliate her and she knew there was nothing at all she could do about it. And now… standing completely naked and exposed in front of him in her own kitchen, she was not certain there was anything she wanted to do about it… Not certain the small subtle flames now beginning to lick at her aroused young body would allow her to do anything but bend to his will. The traitorous dampness now growing between her legs urged her to go to him, and she could see that his left hand was below the table top, obviously massaging his swollen penis. With a sudden start, Laura realized that she wanted to be doing that for him herself, wanted to enclose his huge maleness in her hotly grasping hands, but she knew also that he wanted something else, something even more bizarre and tantalizing from her before he took her.

She had read enough novels to guess her own next move. She put her hands to her lewdly naked breasts and cupped the firm, succulent flesh, her eyes glued to his. She knew he wanted her to excite him by touching herself until he was ready to take her, and the dampness between her legs increased as she rubbed her hands with tantalizing slowness around the rigidity of her swollen nipples.

"Sit on the table and play with yourself for me," George suddenly said, his eyes glowing from the passion building in his mind.

Oh no! Her mind raced again in confusion. He wanted her to finger herself!

Oh God, the same shame again!

She had masturbated guiltily a few times when Bill had been neglecting her for so long, but to do it in front of another person, in front of a man… and in her own kitchen! Her mind rebelled at the obscene thought, but her hand was no longer under her control and slid compulsively from her tautly vibrating breasts down across her exposed belly to her trembling thighs, as she moved her silky buttocks up on the edge of the table and lifted her knees up to her breasts. The whole of her throbbing loins were exposed to her neighbor's lewdly seeking eyes, and suddenly she was even more afraid than when he had taken her from behind. She could not pinpoint her fear, but it was there, cruel and unyielding. She only wanted natural sex, or at least as close as she might come to it, with this sadistic man, but to masturbate in front of him was too much for her agonized mind.

But, while her mind rebelled in futile protest, her betraying fingers plotted a course of their own down through the soft blonde silken hairs above her quivering vaginal opening. George watched her part the thin pubic hair between her legs, and with a small mewling groan slip a finger down the wetly pink slit and play with the swollen clitoris that throbbed there with a seeming life of its own.

George had excited himself tremendously, playing with his aching cock, and watching his helpless young neighbor begin to finger herself wild. But now he stopped, unwilling to spoil his little plan by losing control. He would let this desperately undulating young woman finger-fuck herself to distraction, and then he would play his little trick.

Laura sat back on the table, almost unaware now of the man watching excitedly in her kitchen, her fingers sliding from her fully swollen clitoris to the smoothly wet opening of her ruby-red cunt, that throbbed and contracted unceasingly between her open legs as though it were a hungry animal craving to be fed. Her blonde head rolled salaciously back and forth on her tensed shoulders, her long hair swinging around her straining neck and shuddering breasts as though she were being lashed by an invisible tormentor standing over her. And down between her widely splayed thighs, her probing fingers stroked rapaciously at the softly pink flesh of her vagina, and then suddenly, with a wet and slippery noise, pushed themselves deep up inside the hair-lined lips of her aching cunt.