Evelyn Street - Behind the barn

Jeff sensed her acquiescense, his half-closed eyes mesmerized by the enticing sight of her half naked body, its shimmering whiteness like fine marble against the Giorgone-like sheen of her silk dress. His prick was pulsating fervently against his leg, branding his flesh with its hot passion. He exulted in his victory over her, her obvious desire for him. Sam's right, he mused, she's a hot little bitch! He had been skeptical when Sam, barely suppressing his excitement, had blurted out to him the details of his incredible affair with the young farm wife. He had imagined that it might be wishful thinking on his part, but Sandra had seemed to be upset by his references to the farm worker, and now, she was mewling with excited desire! A change certainly had come over her, he thought, remembering the uncooperative disinterested wife he'd first met six months ago, and on his subsequent visit three months later, her shabby, gone-to-seed appearance. Nevertheless, he'd been interested in what lay beneath that dowdy exterior, but of course, had never dreamed of finding out, not until today, of course! And now, he certainly was going to find out…

Sandra sighed as she felt his mouth close over the crest of one trembling upright breast, his soft firm lips enveloping the tender throbbing flesh of her turgid nipple. She became vibrantly alive under his touch, excited and aroused as she felt the nearness of his heated masculine body. She could feel the bloated strength of his still-encased penis as it pulsed against her thigh and her loins began a tentative churning in time to the internal palpitations that were caressing her desire-ridden flesh. His mouth was trailing down her body, licking and kissing her warm, pliant flesh, glorying in her naked offering to him. His eyes fell lustily over the dark ebony fleece of her slightly raised pubic mound, and he felt an impatient tremor spasm through him. Christ, this is going to be good… he murmured passionately, his hand fiddling with the fly of his pants.

Sam gripped the edge of the window sill, his eyes bulging, his nostrils dilated with anger. He had to stifle a bellow of rage as he stared in disbelief at what was transpiring in the Peters' livingroom.

Sandra's eyes jumped to the huge, fleshy rod of the veterinarian's cock as he eased it out of the confines of his pants. The excitedly hardened head gleamed a bluish-purple and the lengthy red base seemed to pulse with hot, angry blood. She felt a quiver of anticipatory fear mingled with masochistic pleasure as she continued to stare mesmerized at the lewd instrument, which McLean was obscenely encouraging to even greater proportions with crude caresses of his powerful hands. Unconsciously, she spread her legs a little wider, arching her pussy up in a primitive invitation to his waiting cock.

Christ, the fucking little bitch really wants it, Sam thought viciously, his own prick throbbing inside his workpants as he pressed against the outside wall, his face riveted to the glass of the sittingroom window.

Jeff's gaze was riveted on the entrancing sight of Sandra's flexed pussy mound, barely concealing an enticing gleam of moist pink flesh between the swollen fleshy outer vaginal lips. He could see the red, lust-angered knob of her clitoris nestling beneath the crown of darkly resilient curls, and a faint pulsing drew his hypnotized gaze to the small, clasping little hole of her cuntal mouth.

"Oh, Christ, Sandra," he rasped hoarsely, "I'm going to fuck you now…"

Sandra's blood quickened on hearing his lewd, lust-inflamed words, and her own yearning magnified on realizing the extent of his animalistic passion.

She felt him settle between the insides of her widespread, welcoming thighs, felt the nudge of his rubbery hard pole against her sensitive inner skin, felt the first jarring contact of his rigid, impermeable shaft against the delicate folds of her waiting cunt.

McLean slowly guided the solid rod of flesh towards the small, star-shaped cuntal mouth, and poised it there for a moment, the knobby distended head pressing lightly against the fragile membrane. Then he rammed forward with all his might, and sunk his petrified weapon with a single lurch in the depths of the flabbergasted woman.

"Oh no, it's too big… it hurts…!" Sandra sobbed, feeling her interior vaginal wall stretch with painful intensity from the huge mass of granite hard flesh imbedded inside her.

Sam stared dumbfounded at the spectacle of the skewered woman, his eyes welded on the sunken shaft barely protruding from Sandra's ovally stretched vaginal hole.

McLean continued to plow forward, his massive prick tunnelling effortlessly through her widening channel until the huge head came to rest at the mouth of her cervix. His hands dipped down and grasped the fleshy spheres of her satiny buttocks, revelling in their resilient softness, and then pulled her crotch even further down on his sunken cock, swivelling her pelvis around on his hardened shaft, grazing the sensitive entrance to her womb against his rock hard penis. Sandra drew in her breath at the novel sensation, dizzy from the new feelings soaring through her, and then her busy interior muscles began to contract and squeeze on the entrapped masculinity within her, wringing gasps of unexpected pleasure from McLean.

He began to fuck in and out of her, with long, practiced strokes, sinking his driving prick to the hilt in her willing cavern, withdrawing it almost entirely out of her now warmly contracting pussy, matching thrust for thrust as they bucked and slapped against each other, their dark curling pubic hairs brushing together and entwining. Sandra's hair flung out around her face as she tossed her head from side to side, and tiny mewls of ecstatic pleasure forced themselves from between her grinding teeth. McLean was arousing new sensations in her and her body was responding with a hedonistic answer of its own. It was heavenly, writhing about in pagan delight under the passion-demented body of a man – a man who was depraved with desire for her! The idea that she had aroused him to such a fever pitch thrilled her. Her body had incensed him like this, enflamed him with uncontrollable lust. Her flesh tingled with the wanton abandon of it all, being fucked, and fucking back, for all she was worth. Gone were any lingering thoughts of husband, of Sam… her body was the master now, its desire her only duty to satisfy.

Outside the window, Sam felt that he was going to explode, so intense was the crackling ache in his balls and the urgent call in his cock. His anger had faded to excitement as he continued to watch his mistress going crazy from the fucking the veterinarian, McLean, was giving her. The lewd sight excited him unnaturally; his fury with McLean for tricking him giving way to jealousy as he observed the other man's pumping body, his ecstatic look of pleasure that coated his face, the willing, responsive body of Sandra beneath him. It was all too much for him… he couldn't take it any more…

Sandra was riding the waves of an indescribable joy. Her body was completely in tune with McLean's; they were as one, sliding and twisting and rocking together on the star-studded way to the acme of their desires. Her body was reaching, striving to achieve the unrebukable climax which was building up in her, and which wouldn't be long in coming.

From the back of her mind, Sandra heard a sound which turned her blood to ice. The door was opening, and someone was coming into the room!

Terror flooded through her, paralyzing her responses momentarily, and the icy fingers of fear clutched grotesquely at her heart. Turning her head slightly, she could just see through a chink in the tangle of her and Jeff's bodies, the lower torso of a naked man!

Her eyes widened at the sight of the huge, obese penis which jutted out obscenely from its base, and there was something slightly familiar about it. The stranger was standing stock still, and Sandra blinked her eyes, wondering for a moment, if it wasn't all just a lewd mirage.