Sid Farmer - Hot and horny weekend

"Ready?" she heard Peter Lessing's excited voice after a few moments, and she tried to close her arms over her helplessly exposed breasts as she felt the hot breath of a man breezing across her stomach.

"Ready," came an answer in a heavy guttural voice.

Laura's eyes popped open at the sound of the deep voice that boomed out six feet above her head, and she stared with sudden panic as she looked up to the underside of the largest penis she had ever imagined, jutting straight out from Peter Lessing's valet's body in magnificent but frightening erection, curving slightly upward toward the incredibly bulbous head.

"Oh, noooo…" Laura gasped aloud. Jackson's feet were on either side of her head, and his hairy muscular legs rose from the small stage like giant monuments to the threatening phallus at their apex. Laura sank back horrified into the mount of cushions where she lay, all her courage and strength sapped by the sight of his animalistic nakedness.

"Well, Laura, now you know what's expected of you, don't you?"

Laura turned her head to the side, and stared into the obscenely smiling face of Abby Farrington. She could see that George's wife was enjoying every moment of her paralyzing fear, reveling in the helplessness she saw written all over Laura's innocent young face.

"This… this is your idea…?" she managed to whisper, still stunned by the enormity of her predicament.

"Yes, dear…" Abby answered her quietly. "Now we'll just see how strong you really are. Jackson here is going to give you the time of your life, and we're all going to watch. Sound like fun?"

"You're sick," Laura said, suddenly lucid. "You're all very, very sick."

"Yes, my dear, and by the time Jackson is through with you, you'll be just as sick as we are," Abby laughed easily. "Go on Jackson," she said to the man still standing above Laura, "it's time for that treat we promised you."

Laura stared with disbelief as Abby stood up, and walked to where Bill waited for her, his face twisted in impotent rage as he realized what the Farringtons planned to subject his wife to. But Laura, realizing that any show of rebellion at this stage might ruin any chance they had to escape the Farringtons once and for all, managed to smile weakly at him, telling him without words that he should restrain himself, and that she would survive this last indignity with the same success she had survived all the others. And Bill returned her smile, giving her hope, and restoring the strength that she'd lost. Bravely, she turned her face up to the half-witted giant who stood above her, gazing with determination into his curiously gentle eyes.

"All right, Jackson," she said, "I'm ready."

She uttered a silent prayer for herself as the giant bent to kiss her, his big teeth showing through his half-parted lips. His breath was strangely sweet, and she made no sound as his heavy lips sensuously caressed her helpless neck. The aphrodisiac accented the physically electric touch of his sensuous lips upon her bare skin, and her legs weakened as he leaned his huge body on top of her.

His massively swollen cock lay against her thigh, almost reaching to her waist and its ungodly hugeness outlined against her defenseless flesh frightened her. She looked for her husband, and saw that he was sitting next to Abby Farrington, and her fingers were teasing the hardness of his erect cock as he gazed with disbelief at what was happening to his wife. But Laura knew he could not prevent Abby from seducing him this evening, anymore than she could prevent the child-like but dangerous Jackson from taking her; and the realization that Bill was to submit unwillingly to Abby served to give Laura courage to face her own terrible test.

Laura stared at the lustfully staring eyes of the group of strangers that had now pressed close to the stage, peering lewdly at the exotic enchantment of her own naked body. They were all paired off in groups of two, fondling, teasing, manipulating each others bodies in wanton lasciviousness, and suddenly, Laura's mind was filled with anger, with a rage that consumed her drugged brain.

They don't even know me, she thought angrily, they don't care what happens to me. They only want a show that will excite them, that will give them some kind of perverted kick. Well, what the hell, flickered through her tortured mind, if that's what the bastards want, then I'll give 'em a show they'll never forget!

Unexpectedly, Laura rose to a sitting position beside the huge valet, gently pushing at him, so that he would lie on his back. The giant obeyed like a small child, not knowing what she wanted, but willing to follow her commands. Perhaps she wouldn't mind what he was going to do, maybe she would even learn to like him, he thought innocently. Certainly he didn't want to hurt the pretty lady… Mr. Lessing wouldn't like that.

Laura closed her eyes and tried to smile, hiding her disgust at the ugliness of Jackson's innocent face. She doubted if a brain like his even held the intelligence to add simple figures, but she realized that they were both nothing but playthings of the group, both sacrifices to the group's perverted pleasure. Laura's mind suddenly softened toward the giant beside her: after all, they were both victims of these people's selfishness. Suddenly, Laura saw Jackson not as a danger, but only as a great child who was being abused by his master, abused as she herself was. She determined that she would give the people clustered around her a performance with the half-witted man that none of them, she was sure, had ever dared themselves.

All the eyes in the room were intently glued to Laura's seductive preliminaries now. Everyone had expected to witness a wild and brutal ravishment, and Laura's sudden assent and participation in the obscene act had stirred their perverse expectations even more. Abby was watching impatiently, waiting for the moment Jackson would thrust himself into her, would rip her open with the rampaging cudgel of his superhuman cock. Her hand was still massaging Bill's throbbingly erect penis, and Laura could see that part of Abby's plan was to be taken by Bill as she watched his wife being screwed to death on the stage. But Laura had other plans.

She turned her head, and gazed into the childishly staring face of the giant beneath her, trying to divine the odd look she found there. And then she saw that he realized too, through the tangled processes of his insufficient brain, that they had become kindred spirits. He knew, as she did, that they were being used for other people's perverse gratification, and that thought made him ashamed. He realized that this girl was so beautiful that she wouldn't ever have had anything to do with him if she hadn't been forced, and with that realization came a curious shyness, almost embarrassment at what his boss was having him do.

Laura smiled down at him, and saw the doubt clear from his eyes. They understood each other now, and Laura knew that she would emerge from this evening unscathed. She turned again to look at the spectators, saw that they had not stopped their fondling, but were still looking eagerly toward her as she straddled Jackson's heavily breathing chest. She saw her husband Bill's middle finger inserted deftly into the wriggling vagina of Abby Farrington, and quickly turned away.

Then she felt herself lifted off Jackson's chest as he rolled over and placed her nakedly susceptible body beneath him, moving her with a gentleness that she would not have suspected he possessed. In grateful response, she reached up and scratched the broad expanse of the brutish giant's back, feeling him move his incredible weight up over her with an erotic shiver, until he was straddling her, his hair-covered loins directly in front of her suddenly comprehending eyes.

He wanted her to suck him!

God, she didn't know if it was possible, his fully erected rod of male flesh was so incredibly massive. And yet Laura knew she had to try, had to show all the staring women in this room that she was better, braver, and could take more than any of them would ever dare.