Sid Farmer - Hot and horny weekend

Jackson in his wild excitement crawled up and kneeled between Laura's widely splayed legs, poising the head of his blood-engorged cock at the throbbing entrance to her wetly trembling cunt. Laura relaxed her aching loins as best she could, hoping that his initial thrust would not hurt too much, tears of sexual tension filling her eyes and streaming down her cheeks as he touched the hotly pulsating head of his angry cock against the tight pink opening and pushed slightly.

"Ugghhh, God!" Laura moaned, as he ground his way gently up inside her. The pain was not as bad as she had expected. He was being as careful as he could until his uncontrollably throbbing cock was buried halfway into her fully aroused cunt. Then, with a single impatient thrust which he could hold back no longer, he drove himself the rest of the way up into her.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" she screamed insanely. "Oh, God it hurts!" as she felt his sperm-filled balls slam heavily into the helpless softness of her upturned buttocks.

She sobbed as he started to stroke into her with long smooth, piston-like movements, but knew at the same time that the worst was over now that his battering cock had stretched her tightly constricted cunt to accommodate his unbelievable immensity. The tremendous pain turned to a sudden all consuming pleasure, as her well lubricated passage swallowed the whole of his blistering cock and digested its ecstasy-giving hardness into erotic sensations that threatened to explode inside her ravaged belly. The fit was tight, but her flowing sexual moisture made it feel as though his jerking cock was slicing through hot melted butter as it slid lasciviously in and out between her splayed-open thighs.

Jackson knew he couldn't control himself much longer, couldn't keep from filling this fragile young girl beneath him with all the force of his long-idle testicles. It had been so long since he'd had a girl… so long. He could already hear couples in the audience who were groaning out their orgasms, and that lewd thought was enough to set off the incredible explosion from deep in his balloon-like balls.

"Uuuuggghhhnn," he cried, trying to stifle a scream, and his wildly ejaculating sperm burst in Laura's writhing cunt like an erupting geyser, spewing into and filling the whole of her tremendous belly until she thought surely she would burst from the rapidly building pressure. But the milky thick liquid gushing from his desperately jerking penis into her receptive vagina only drove her to greater and greater heights, her sweat-soaked legs kicking out and quivering helplessly in the air on either side of his pounding hips.

The lewdly hungry tension deep inside her sperm-filled vagina grew and grew and she knew she was only seconds away… seconds… seconds… away from the mind-shattering release of her own lust. She kicked out viciously against Jackson's pounding loins, the concussion of their writhing bodies quickly setting off the detonator of her own orgasmic explosion.

"I'm cumming, oh God, fuck harder, I'm cuuummmiing! Give it to me, fuck me! Ram it to me till I die! Aaaaaeee! Oooooh!" Her head rolled helplessly from side to side, the long blonde strands of her thrashing hair whipping into the cushions like a snapping bull whip, her eyes bulging wide as though they were straining to leap from their sockets. On and on it went, until Laura thought she would go mad: Jackson's still spewing cock igniting wracking spasms deep within her, destroying her, filling her, making her think that he would drown her with his copiously flowing seed.

And then as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The blubbering Jackson collapsed in a helpless heap on top of her, and her own arms and legs fell limply out on the still shaking cushions beneath them. They lay still for a moment not even able to move, their breathing coming in short, recuperative gasps. And then a command from the side of the bed from a voice that she only dimly recognized: "Get up, Jackson. My turn to plow this little beauty now."

And she felt the large hulking weight of the man who had given her so much pleasure lift obediently from her, his huge, log-like cock slipping from her sperm filled vagina with a slight sucking noise…

And then another weight pressing her legs wide apart and falling heavily down on her satiated body… a weight that she recognized belonged to Peter Lessing.

But Laura didn't care. She didn't care anymore who took her that evening. Even if she had known what the rest of the night would be like, how she would be used as a receptacle for the perverted lust of almost every man who had come to the party… even then she would not have cared.

Because she was free now, free from the awful curse that had loomed over her head these past weeks, free of the fear that curse had brought with it! Each man that came to her would be just one step closer to the next morning, when she would wake with her own husband by her side, ready to begin again, ready to face the world and the often perverted people who made it up, ready to hold her head up proudly and say: There is nothing more you can do to me! I am free! I have won! And now my life is my own!!