Evelyn Street - Behind the barn

"Ob please Mike, do it to me now… please do it to me now…!!"

Her lewd words seemed to galvanize Mike into action, and he suddenly rammed forward and with an explosive groan, thrust the hard bulbous head into the tiny, hair-fringed hole between her legs.

"AAAAhhhhhhmmmmmmm…" Eve sighed, and Sandra felt the first stirrings of anger on hearing the girl's sibilant moans of pleasure. Her lewd fascination with the incredible scene had suppressed any anger she might have felt, but now a slow burning resentment was seething inside the bewildered wife. It's just like I thought, she fumed inwardly, he was interested in that little slut right from the beginning! Her own deviance from the marital path was forgotten as rage simmered inside her as she watched her husband in his joyful rendezvous with the young blonde milkmaid. No wonder he wasn't interested in me, she bridled, and to think I was rushing out to apologize to him, the lousy cheating bastard…

She watched, rage boiling like a furnace within her, as Mike continued to plow forward, sinking his elongated shaft all the way into Eve's upraised pelvis.

"… hhhhnnnngggghhhhh…!" she moaned as Mike's desire hardened cock reached the back of her womb, and his hairy pendulous balls slammed hard against the soft silky cushions of her upturned buttocks.

Sandra craned her neck, eager suddenly not to miss a second of her husband's frenzied fucking of another woman.

Her rage was receding again, and jealousy was once more taking its place… envy, and a vicarious sort of excitement. There was something hypnotic about her husband's smooth, long instrokes and his short, sharp outstrokes which evoked a responsive rhythm in her own loins. Her initial state of shock was wearing off, and she felt horribly rejected, she was left out of the paradise which the two lovers were enjoying, and she was overcome by a feeling of loneliness and rejection. The obscene magnetism of the violently fucking couple – her husband and, his mistress – was drawing her into its lewd spell, and she wanted to run and leave the scene of adultery, but she couldn't.

She was caught in the web of the lurid act transpiring a few feet away, and she had to wait to the end, had to see all of this incredible copulation between her husband and the young girl.

Suddenly, she froze in her bending forward position, her heart thumping with terror. Someone was behind her! She wanted to turn around, discover the intruder, even scream, but she couldn't! She couldn't let Mike know that she'd seen him, that she'd been spying on him! Her flesh crawled as she felt hands behind her, strong, calloused hands on her thighs, easing up her short flared skirt, caressing her naked skin. The hands were tugging on her flimsy white panties, peeling them down over her full rounded hips… the fingers were probing at her now nakedly exposed vagina…Oh God, she couldn't stand it! She had to turn, stop whoever it was…

"Ssshhh, it's only me…"

It was Sam! Relief flooded through the terrified wife. But what was he doing? Sandra wanted to ask him, wanted him to go away, let her witness alone her husband's infidelity…

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh…" Sandra was unable to stop herself moaning as she felt the searing, unexpected contact of Sam's mouth on her naked pussy! He had ducked under her skirt, and his face was buried between her thighs!

Oh God, Sandra thought desperately, what's happening? She had to stop him, stop his disgusting assault on her genitals, had to pull away…

"Oh Mike, you know how to fuck me… your cock feels so great in me… Mmmmmmm…"

Sandra's attention was once more crudely arrested by her rival's lust-enflamed sighs, and she felt her skin tingle from the girl's obscene words. Her eyes flew to the bucking, writhing bodies as they slapped wetly against each other, coated with perspiration.

Dimly, she realized that she was yielding to Sam's pressure on her thighs, easing them apart. In the daze of her confusion, she could hear him rasping: "I'm gonna lick your pussy, suck it and bite that little clit of yours… make you cum that way while you watch your husband fuck that li'l blonde…" His lewd cantation sent excited shivers coursing through her. Did he think she would allow him to touch her there, where he had ordered the dog to? Her mind shrank again from the memory of the oral licking she had received from Sam's dog, and how she had enjoyed it…

"No, Sam, no…" she whispered feebly, terrified Mike would hear. But her pleas were lost in the slavering sound of his tongue as it swept and lapped against her trembling cuntal split, brushed electrically against the hard button of her clitoris, prodded the soft velvety folds of her pussy. Against her will, Sandra felt the excitement, arousal, enjoyment, building inside her. She couldn't help it… the hired man's tongue felt good against her quivering cunt… His wet mouth continued to stroke the full length of the moistened pink furrow, his taut voracious tongue inching its way deeper and deeper into her eager young pussy. Prickly shoots of pleasure stabbed up into Sandra's belly, radiating a vivid halo of sexual excitement from her glowing womb as his crude, direct sensuality seemed to snap her whole being into lustful attention.

She had to bite her lips to suppress the sighs of intense pleasure which were trying to force them into sound, and she gripped the wooden top of the stall, as she felt his tongue dip and tease the hot, fiery opening to her cuntal passage.

Oh God, what's wrong with me, her mind questioned suddenly as her eyes focused again on the wild pagan bucking of the grunting couple in front of her. Their lewd scene had become part of her own blazing, uncontrollable lust, and her own obscene witnessing of her husband's adultery was as arousing as the burning, tingling touch of the man's tongue beneath her skirt. She had transversed an unfathomable boundary in the short time since she had worried and fretted alone in the kitchen when her husband had hurried out. The last half-hour was a real milestone in her life, and she knew that she could not retrace her steps across that boundary. She was watching her husband fucking another woman while her own cunt was being sucked by the hired man, and her mode of life till then, was a thing of the past. She knew, as she continued to gaze raptly at the panting, jerking figures of her husband and his mistress, that all her concepts on what life was all about were disintegrating… life as she knew it was disintegrating! The future was indescribable, but she had charted her own course, and she knew she would follow it, for better or worse…

Involuntarily, Sandra found her thighs closing in around Sam's head, trapping his sweating face in the heat of her hungrily dripping pussy, his fiery red hair tickling her throbbing cuntal flesh. His tongue was like a dynamo, washing and slashing and slavering, teasing the throbbing knob of her clitoris, sucking the tendrils of her inner pussy lips, plunging stiffly into the burning hot orifice of her vaginal sheath. Her hot steaming cunt walls enveloped his intruding organ as it plunged, contracting, twitching, the engorged lips glistening from the dribbles of her secretions.

Sam dug his rough fingers into her madly thrashing ass-cheeks, his tongue working like a jackhammer, probing, searching, driving into the soft luscious folds, possessed of a mind of its own.

Mindless, uncontrolled lust shook Sandra and her upper body was pressed hard and roughly against the wall of the stall, and she ground her pelvis down on his imprisoned face. His tongue and lips and hands became a feverish stampede of lustful, frantic action, licking, biting, sucking as he grovelled greedily in her desperately writhing cunt, all striving in unison to uncap the earth-shaking eruption from her passion tormented body. Her hands tangled in his hair, smashing his blood-flushed face into the boiling cauldron of her pussy. Sandra's mind was a wandering panorama of obscene pictures, in the forefront of which was the image of her husband and his mistress welded together in a carnal union of breathtaking passion.