Evelyn Street - Behind the barn

"Uggghhhnnnnnnnnn…" Sandra sobbed again under the force of another thick inch being sunk up inside her tortured cunt. Sam was beside himself with self-congratulation as he listened to the half impaled wife of his boss' desperately pleading cries, and encouraged by her pain, continued to press forward into the tender, widely stretching walls of her naked pussy.

"Noooooooo…" Sandra wailed again as with a bestial lunge, he succeeded in sinking every widely-expanded inch of his pounding prick in her wetly clasping glove-like interior.

He left his mammoth cock imbedded there for a moment, the rubbery head tipping against the soft yielding membrane of her cervix, and then began to withdraw it, looking gleefully at the tendrils of soft pink skin and moistened pubic hairs which clung to the hardened pole. Then he viciously rammed forward again, impaling the suffering woman as completely as before, feeling the contracting interior of her vaginal wall throb softly around his palpitating prick.

He began to fuck in and out of her, trying to establish a rhythm, each forward thrust lifting the horrified girl completely off her feet, crushing her tender ass-cheeks mercilessly against the rough wall, his balls slapping like a wet towel against her moistened inner thighs.

Sandra felt mortified beyond imagination. Never had she felt so debased in her whole life, not even when her husband had assaulted her anally. Yet, she was fully aware that she had willingly come here, and had submitted to his fingering, being aroused to the point where she no longer had the will to fight when the dog had started licking her. She had actually reached release from the animal's frantic licking! And now, she was being fucked, yes, fucked, liked some two-bit whore, stood up against the wall, her dress bunched lewdly around her hips, while this lowly farm hand, her husband's employee, was pumping like a jack hammer into her helplessly exposed vagina. God, she couldn't bear it!

"Hump back, baby. Put some life into that hot little pussy…" Sam panted as he swung his pelvis rhythmically, crashing into her like some giant pendulum, "move that pussy of yours, you little bitch…"

Sandra was revulsed by his crude words. Her body seemed to have become immune to his coarse assault, and she no longer cared what happened to her. She was lost, lost! Mike didn't care what happened to her, and now Sam, their own employee, was using her as a receptacle for his own debased desire.

As the impassioned workman continued to pound into her, Sandra again began to feel the stirrings of change deep within her. At first, she couldn't believe it was happening, but then, after a while, it was undeniable. Needlepoints of lewdly kindled pleasure were beginning to pinch her, sending little ripples of delight coursing through her. She was beginning to enjoy it! Her rational mind was aghast at the lewd rebellion in her body, and she tried to quell it, but it was no use. Her body was reacting in an age-old way, over which she had no control. She was a woman, and her womanly flesh was responding to a man's lustfully driving cock inside her, the way it had from the beginning of time. Her body and consequently her reactions were out of her control!

She began to mewl with pleasure through tightly clenched teeth, unwilling to let her adversary know of his victory, but he had already sensed her submission and was jubilant. Her body was more yielding, fighting less and less against his intrusion, until finally it was swaying in pagan rhythm with his own fucking, her hips grinding forward to welcome his massive shaft deeply up inside her belly, her softly quivering buttocks pressing hard back against the wall, to draw out the pleasure of his slow, teasing withdrawals. Oh Christ, he thought dazedly, this is better than I thought it would be… the bitch really knows how to fuck…

Sandra was moaning now with the intensity of her desire. Every particle of her body was crying out for satiation, and her pores seemed to open in welcome to the force of Sam's feverish screwing. Every nerve ending was trembling with passion, and the ache in her loins grew with each long, clean stroke of the hired hand's gigantic prick. She felt aroused as she never had before. Mike had never been able to awake her to this degree, and she had thought that she must forever forget true sexual arousal as she felt sure it would be. But this crude, rough and ready farm worker, by the very lewdness of his actions, had unlocked the key to her responses, and was illiciting unknown reactions in her. She was desperate for release, yet she hoped the wonderful sensations inside her would never cease.

"Mmmmmmmm… Sam, oh it's so nice, sooo nice…" she gasped, her hands shooting down and clasping his hips, pulling him closer to her. She felt she couldn't have enough of him, and her pussy was sucking desperately at his cock in an attempt to engulf more and more of his delicious penis up inside it.

Sam was perspiring, his short frame hot and cold in turn as he fucked wildly into the hungrily squirming woman. He knew that he couldn't hold out any longer, and he wanted to, because this was definitely the best fuck of his life. He wanted to make it last but…

"Oh God woman, grind that ass of yours… I'm… going… to…cuuummmmm…!!! Ahhhhhhhhh…!"

Sam was gyrating like a whiplash, his pelvis crashing and battering Sandra with renewed strength as he felt the rumble of his hot boiling sperm deep in the darkness of his balls and then he felt the headlong rush of the fomenting seed as it gushed along the pipe of his bulging prick and rushed out in a frothy waterfall into the desperately sucking cavern of Sandra's wildly writhing cunt. From the deep daze of his cumming, he heard Sandra cry out in an agonized, delighted tone.

"Ummmmmmmmm… I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm… aaaaggghhhhhhhhh…" And her body, too, was tossing like a gyroscope, a bottle adrift at sea, the only lifeline being the relentless pole of Sam's battering prick which continued to shoot incredible spurts of creamy hotness into her hungrily contracting pussy. She continued to moan as the rising tide of her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave and finally engulfed her, only it wasn't fearsome as she supposed, only sweet and heavenly and gentle, bobbing her along on its crest like a complacent gull, and she was riding the beautiful white surf, pleased and relaxed in her new found proficiency, forgetting the reality of being fucked up against the wall, remembering only the unbelievable sheets of pleasure which billowed over her, bathing her with an ecstasy she had never experienced before. It was Sam, the hired man, who had initiated her into the wonderful realm of sun-drencbed pleasure, and as she felt his limp, spent penis slip exhausted from her, and felt at last the quieting of her own internal earthquakes, she slithered down onto the softness of the hay, allowing herself, legs still spread wide, to drift off into a blissful euphoria, into which Sam, and only Sam, had given her a ticket of admission.

"Yes, I have to admit I belong to the 'Ban DDT' camp," Jeff McLean drawled as he sipped the Scotch and soda Sandra had fixed for him. He leaned back comfortably in the wing chair, and Sandra found herself thinking how attractive the veterinarian looked, his handsome face boyish under his mop of dark brown hair.

"I admit it has its drawbacks," Sandra replied thoughtfully, "but surely its usefulness outweighs any disadvantages."

She felt curiously elated, a girlish thrill surging through her as she talked with McLean. He had lingered in the kitchen after attending to the cows, giving them their annual Tuberculosis test, and had accepted with alacrity her offer of a drink. She felt like a new woman as she talked with him, his comparative urbanity infusing her with liveliness, and his intelligent conversation starting the wheels of her own brain turning slowly.