Evelyn Street - Behind the barn

"Oh please, don't stop now… I'm nearly there…" the passion-wracked woman sighed piteously.

Sam gave a laughing leer, and then snapped out: "Here, King!"

Sandra, in the throes of her thwarted orgasm, heard uncomprehendingly Sam's command, and felt near to tears from her so nearly won climax. Oh, if only he hadn't stopped…

Then, it started again! Only this time, it was a thick wet tongue, warm and curling, that was slavering along the quivering folds of her passion-inflated pussy, sending eddies of new pleasure drifting through her. She felt a momentary stab of horror at the thought of a tongue licking so intimately up between her open legs, but it was lost in the wave of pleasure which engulfed her, and eagerly, she thrust her pelvis upward, grinding her bare bottom against the straw, bumping in crude tempo with the frantic licking of the demonic tongue.

"Oh God Sam, it feels so good, so good," she sighed, unable to control the spasms of ecstasy convulsing her. She had to have more of it, she had to have that tongue deeper inside her, had to feel it in every tiny nerve end of her excitedly flooding pussy…

Savagely, her hands reached down to force his face further and harder down on the burning fulcrum of her body…

Instead of Sam's wiry red hair, her hands met with soft silky fur, long, satin-haired ears…

"Oh God nooooooooo…" Her scream shattered the silence of the barn as it reverberated throughout the high-ceilinged shed. Realization dawned, followed by an immediate retching nausea, on the lust-demented woman. Too late she remembered Sam's command, "Here, King!" Suffocated with repulsion, she realized the truth. The dog was crouching down between her thighs licking her vagina!

Sam was delighted with the progress of his plan. He derived a perverse thrill from watching the golden shape crouched between his proud screaming boss' wife's legs, watching the shivers of ecstasy which still lingered, despite her almost insane revulsion at the act being performed on her.

"Attaboy, King!" Sam praised, proud of the trick he had taught the willing dog.

"For God's sake, Sam, make him stop… please…" the desperate woman wailed, but even as she did so, new spasms of unbelievable sensation were twisting her into incredible knots of sensual fervour. She couldn't help it! It was too late for the revulsion and horror in her mind to register with the rebellion in her body. It was too late!

"Ooooohhhhhhhh, keep sucking… keep succckkkiiinngg!!"

Her hands dashed down again and entangled themselves in the golden fur on the dog's head, pressing his nose and swirling tongue further into the wet, tangled flesh of her throbbing pussy. She felt the cold wet nose press against the maddened bulb of her clitoris, felt his hairy shoulders rub against her sensitive inner thighs. The dog was licking her pussy, and she was loving it, and she was going to cum!

"Aaaaaazhhhhhhhhhh… Ohmygod, I'm there… I'm… cuummmmiiinnnggggg…" Her shrieks rang out, and desperately she ground her pussy down against the wet, lubricant soaked snout of the laboring animal, her thighs closing in his head like a scissors, her buttocks mashing uncontrollably against the hay, as wave after hot flushing wave of tremendous pleasure washed over her, bringing her back again and again to the shore of calmness, only to toss her once more in a raging sea of her unleashed desire.

Finally, the cumming was over, and the dog slunk away from the widespread legs of the exhausted woman, and padded over to Sam, who gave him a perfunctory pat on his moistened head.

"Good boy, King," Sam beamed, his own prick a hardened lump of lust-inflated flesh. His teeth bared in a sadistic leer, he headed over to where the dazed woman was panting, trying to get her breathing back to normal.

"Are you ready for me now, babe?" be rasped, hovering over her.

"Get away from me!" Sandra screamed with vitriolic suddenness, her hands reaching up for Sam's face. He tried to slip to one side, but her nails caught his cheek, raking it savagely, leaving four red weals of crimson blood in their wake.

"You little bitch!" Sam spat, "Now, I'm really gonna teach you a lesson…"

But fear made Sandra agile, and she leaped nimbly to her feet, heedless of her discarded shoes and panties, forgetting to pull down her dress, and dashed towards the doorway, anxious only to escape this lewd monster who had subjected her to such a debasing ordeal.

But the farm hand, too, was quick, and before she reached the safety of the doorway, she felt his hand close viciously over her wrist.

"Oh, leave me alone…" she sobbed helplessly, "let me go…" She tried to struggle, but it was useless. Sam was much the stronger of the two, and he pinned her cruelly against the wall.

"Now, my haughty beauty," he snarled, "you'll have to make up to me for this," his hand pointing towards his painful scratches.

"Take your filthy hands off me!" she screamed, revulsion shuddering through her.

"Waaaggghhhhhhh…" she screamed suddenly as she felt the full weight of his open palm against her face. Tears sprung to her eyes and cascaded down her face, stinging her smarting cheek.

"I'm sorry, Sam," she sobbed desperately, "please let me go."

"Don't forget it's my turn now! King had his chance," he snickered, "now it's mine!"

"Oh please Sam, I couldn't take any more…"

Sam's only answer was to wrench her dress higher still, and run his hands down the quivering curve of her hips. She trembled under his rough touch and tried to cringe against the cold cement of the wall, her soft ovoid buttocks squashing against the hard surface. Terrified, she heard the whirr of his zipper and then she heard Sam grunt.

"Look at what I've got for you, bitch!" he spat, and involuntarily, Sandra's eyes dropped. In the semi-darkness she could just make out the herculean erection of his bulging prick, and she couldn't suppress a gasp.

"Like it, eh?" he snarled, pressing closer, and then, Sandra felt the slightly moistened head rub against her thigh, hard and rubbery and relentless. Oh God, help me… she sobbed inwardly, shrinking helplessly against the wall.

She felt his hot breath coating her face and then his knee was forcing itself between her clamped-together thighs, prying them apart. She tried to hold them together, but couldn't. She moaned aloud as she felt the hard rubbery head of his bulbous cock jut against her quivering vaginal flesh, still moist and tingling from her so recent ecstatic release. Lewdly, he teased the tip around the fleshy, blood-swollen outer lips, nudging her tender membrane unbearably, parting the softly curling pubic hair and guiding the monstrous erection inexorably towards the small, trembling opening to her quaking body.

Sam held his aching prick poised against her sensitive little cuntal hole, his eyes bulging at the sight of the frightened, shaking woman in his power. He loved the feeling of mastery which he had, the knowledge that he held in his hand the instrument which would he was sure, subjugate her completely to his will. He couldn't believe it was really happening at last, that his proud mistress was forced to bend to his wish. Now, he'd pay her back for her nose-in-the-air attitude, show her that he was a man, after all, and not just an automaton working on the farm. Yes, he'd show her… and with a brutal snarl, he lurched forward.

"Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhhhhh… Oh stop it, please stop it, it hurts, it hurtttsss…"

Sandra's hips thrashed wildly, trying to dislodge the huge, hardened rod of driving male flesh which had succeeded in penetrating her, the hard lipped head lodged just up inside the softness of her vaginal passage. The pain of his sudden, splitting entrance blinded her, and her buttocks were sore and raw from being forced back against the wall. Desperate, she grasped the stocky shoulders of the hired hand and tried to force him back, to give her some release from the shattering pain, but it was no use. He didn't move, just surged forward again.