Evelyn Street - Behind the barn

"Well, how did you like that?" he shrieked, pointing at the disgusting photograph.

"Please Mike, I'm sorry, let's…"

"It's too late now to be sorry. You're gonna have to pay for this, you little bitch. I'm sick and tired of listening to you nag and complain. I've had all a man can take, you Goddamn spoiled bitch!" His teeth were grinding in fury and his face wore an expression of bestial sadism. With a sudden movement, he grabbed her thin skirt, and yanked it hard, making the zipper give, so that he was able to rip it from her body. She lay there cowering beneath her furious husband, clad only in a thin pair of white lacy panties.

"Oh Mike, please don't!" Sandra whimpered, cringing against the ottoman, her arms clasped protectively around her breasts, her legs drawn up to protect the fulcrum of her body.

Mike stood over, a curious lust-satisfied look on his contorted face.

"Now let's see how brave you are!" he taunted, grabbing her again by the wrist, and throwing her face downward on the leather-covered hassock. Cruelly, he forced her face down onto the hard leather, his fingers locking in her hair. He could hear her blubbering into the ottoman, but her terrified fear only incensed him. His eyes travelled down the milky whiteness of her body, resting on the graceful flare of her panty-covered hips. He could see the twin orbs of her silky smooth ass clenched together beneath the flimsy material, and as he stared, a jeering memory of all the nights of cold, unsatisfying sex he had experienced with his complaining wife, came back to haunt him, and something boiled over inside him when he realized that she had been able to make him ashamed of his own natural masculine instincts. But even as he stared at the shivering figure of the helpless Sandra, he felt a familiar twinge that began in the pit of his loins, and rapidly spread to send his pulsating prick climbing into hard turgidity. He could feel his hardening rod pressuring against the fabric of his pants, and it was hot and throbbing against his inner thigh. The realization that she could still excite him, after what she had put him through, angered him to boiling point.

Angrily, he pulled down the last vestige of decency down over his wife's curvaceously rounded bips, and discarded the sheer panties on the floor. Her delicate ass cheeks stood out unprotected, vulnerable, the flicker pattern of the hearth fire shining over her soft polished flesh. Barely discernable between her quivering legs was the soft dark fleece of her pubic hair, and beneath it the faint sheen of her trembling little vaginal split.

Breathing hard, Mike placed his hands on the quivering spheres of alabaster flesh, and slowly drew the palpitating mounds apart.

Staring for a moment at the crinkled brown ring of her little rectum, Mike reached forward and probed experimentally at it with his finger. "Oooohhhhhh…!!" Sandra jerked forward as though she had been prodded by a hot coal. The high sprawling ottoman blocked her effort to draw away, and there was nothing she could do but submit. Mike's fingers were worming mercilessly up between the tender globes, holding her painfully in place. Sandra felt resistance drain from her. Her body was helpless, to be used as he desired – the responsibility was out of her control.

Mike ran his hands slowly up her smooth inner thigh all the way to the hair-lined lips of her moistened cunt.

"Mmmmm…" he slavered, his balls tingling with renewed excitement. There was something luridly arousing about the submissively kneeling posture of his wife, and he felt a soaring feeling of power as he sensed her terrified acquiescence. His palms spread over the smooth glossy ass-cheeks, cupping them firmly and slowly pulling them even further apart. The skin around her anus was straining outward as he pulled tighter and his fingers probed sharply at the puckered little ring like punishing electric needles.

"C'mon," he rasped bitterly, "spread 'em wide, real wide!" Sandra moaned under her husband's crude demand. She tried weakly to flare her buttocks, to do what he asked her, ever fearful of arousing his violent temper.

Mike continued to tease at the puckered little circle with his finger, relishing her agonized cringe against the unnatural contact, while his other hand kneaded without mercy at the soft buttock mounds. Bending his reddened face downward, he lashed out with his long moist tongue, and swept it along the length of the quivering crevice, leaving a shimmering wet salival path between her trembling globes. Sandra couldn't control a shudder of revulsion on feeling his tongue there, and she could barely suppress a gasp as he suddenly bit viciously into her pliant buttocks, covering the soft sensitive flesh with sharp little bites. Then his pointed tongue was probing at the tiny exposed anal mouth, testing and teasing, trying to stretch the tightly-clenched, unyielding ring of her asshole.

"Oh my God, my God," Sandra sobbed, why is he doing that to me? Is this really my own husband torturing me like this?

Mike was jubilant when he heard her fresh sobs. That'll teach the little bitch to play games with me, he thought venomously, suddenly ripping down the zipper of his pants, and releasing the long swollen length of his lust-hardened cock. He sighed with relief from the feeling of freedom as the hotly throbbing rod jutted up proudly in the air. Stretching the straining white buttocks even more, he lay the full length of the palpitating member between her open ass-globes, resting the smooth bloated head against the tight little opening of her anus. Gleefully, he began to slide his heavy protuberance up and down the exposed brownish valley, a drop of premature semen lubricating the hungrily searching tip.

He placed the swollen head of his blood-engorged penis against the small hairless opening, and aided by his insistent fingers, the giant rod began to push and buffet against her nakedly defenseless rectum.

Although she tried to suppress the nauseating thought, Sandra was struck by the realization of what her husband had in mind for her. He was going to try to sink his huge hardened penis into her rectum! It would kill her! How could she take it? It would tear her in half – the pain would drive her out of her mind. And worst of all was the realization that her husband was really capable of this depraved act!

Her dazed thoughts ran back to those horrible photographs. Etched on her mind irrevocably was the image of his animalistic penetration anally of that lewd blonde – the look of debased pleasure on her face. Sandra shivered in revulsion and as she did, her tiny puckered sphincter brushed against her husband's rock-hard prick, electrifying her with the insistent reality of her own shamefully kneeling position.

Tears ran from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. She began to sob, low whining sounds, and struggled weakly to release her behind from her husband's sadistic grip.

"Shut up and hold still!" Mike snarled, and Sandra forced a stop to the convulsive quivering of her body. With a sudden, vicious lunge, Mike tried to shove his hot, throbbing prick through the tight rubbery opening. But it wouldn't go! It was too big! It pushed harshly against the unyielding membrane and Mike cursed softly at his momentary defeat. Sandra was shaking; she couldn't expect any escape from the depraved act that was to be performed on her. She only clenched shut her eyes, trying not to think, hoping that whatever was going to happen to her, would happen fast and be over with. For the very first time in her married life, she was desperately, deathly afraid of her husband, and she quaked under her terrifying fear.

Her face was numb from being pressed down into the leather and her whole body ached from the cramped awkwardness of her position. For a moment, a split second, she had been relieved that his huge penis had failed to pierce her anal passage, and had nurtured the faint hope that he would give up his disgusting intention. But he was trying again!