Evelyn Street: Behind the barn

"I'm waiting, slut!" he snapped, edging closer.

Sandra's heart thudded painfully. She was afraid to appeal to him again. That only seemed to incense him. But she couldn't, she just couldn't do as he said! But she had no choice. She trembled at the thought of what he would do to her if she refused. He'd kill her! Mike edged even closer, and Sandra made up her mind. She had to comply! There was no way out!

Her hand was shaking as she reached up and tentatively slipped her fingers around Sam's awakening prick. The lewd words seemed to have an exciting effect on the workman, and his member was already bobbing out, cleaving the air like a snake, the surface glistening with the blood of passion. Sandra could feel it throbbing under her touch, and she sensed that it was growing in dimension as she held it.

"Put more life into it!" her husband commanded, his voice perilously near, and Sandra began to move her fingers slightly, hoping to satisfy his demand.

"Tickle his balls, bitch!" Mike ordered, his voice shrill, "tickle your lover's balls!"

Numbed with mortification and fear, Sandra obediently cupped Sam's hairy pendulous balls in her palm and massaged them gently, feeling the roiling of his sperm as they gathered in the darkness of his testicles. Her body ached from soreness and the hard floor, and she thought she'd pass out before much longer. Faintly, she hoped for a miracle, that her husband would grow tired of his game.

"Now, we're ready for the big one! Now, leading lady, look at what your lover has got for you!"

Sandra forced herself to open her eyes, and they dropped to the bulging red protuberance a scant foot away. It was huge and thick and long-much bigger than she'd ever seen it!

"Is it big enough for you? Is it? Is it?" Mike shrieked, his face reddening in his excitement and fury.

"Yes, it is…" Sandra mumbled wearily, sinking back against the floor. If only it was all over…

"Kneel down in front of your mistress, Maguire!" Mike's thickened voice rang out again, and the wretched hired man, torn between fear and mounting desire, obediently settled himself between Sandra's quivering legs.

"Now slut, this is what you've been waiting for! Take hold of his prick and lead it towards that starving little pussy of yours!"

Sandra blanched when she heard her husband's latest demands. It was too much – she had suffered enough. She couldn't do it, couldn't degrade herself further, and in front of Eve, too… Oh, God, what was she to do?

"You heard what I said!" Mike's voice was livid with rage. It was no use! She had to do it…

Fighting back her tears, Sandra reached down once more and grasped the rock-hard cock in her hand, and slowly, began to guide it towards the tiny cringing hole of her pussy. She rested the hard, bulbous head against the delicate petal-shaped opening, her breath quickening in fear.

"All right, Maguire, get ready. I'll tell you when to go!"

All feeling left Sandra. She was suffering the ultimate degradation. And she didn't care. She was beyond any normal emotion. Her body was left to take the punishment, while her mind sought refuge in numbness.

"Get ready, get set!" Mike's voice, quivering with excitement, called out. "One, two, three… goooooo…!!"

Sam sprang forward on his boss' order, oblivious to everything but his rising passion and his desire to appease his employer. He surged forward with brutal strength, crashing through the soft, unresisting barrier of her outer cunt lips, slicing through the tender vaginal sheath like a knife through melted butter.

"Waaarrrggghhhhhhhh…" she sobbed helplessly, her hips thrashing wildly to escape the skewering pain.

"Oh please stop, it hurts… it hurts meee…"

Her screams were drowned out by Mike's hysterical laughter.

"That's it, Maguire! Give the bitch a good fucking!"

Sam's grossly inflated penis was like a cast-iron cudgel splitting her insides, sending shooting pains ricocheting through her. The hard, smooth head rubbed irritatingly against the delicate flesh of her cervix, and she felt that the fragile membrane at the entrance to her body would tear from the unnatural stretching. At last, he began to withdraw his lust hardened cock, grating the inner sheath with its veinous underside, sending painful shudders rippling through Sandra's body. The pain obliterated any other feeling, and dominated her whole being.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh…" she wailed again as Sam drove forward with even greater force, raising her pelvis a few inches from the ground as he bore into her with flesh-splitting strength. He began to establish an arduous rhythm, forcing her strained vaginal passage to give a little as he began to plow into her.

"Fuck back, you little whore!" Mike screamed, his eyes dancing with lewd perverted excitement. His eyes were riveted on the enormous shaft as it plunged in and out of his wife's aching pussy, and he was enjoying the spectacle of her debasing pain. His own cock was standing out like a flagpole, goaded into erection by the incredible luridness of the act he had instigated.

He was mesmerized by the straining whiteness of his wife's subjugated body, by the palpitating milkiness of her breasts, the trembling strength of her thighs.

Sandra was relieved when the pain finally subsided and Sam's actions took on a regular rhythm. Her body responded in kind, recognizing the familiar action, and she felt some of her degrading feelings easing. It would soon be over…

She couldn't believe it when she felt the first tingle of excitement – a familiar pinprick of pleasure deep inside her.

She wanted to quell it, stamp it out, but knew she couldn't. Her body was responding as it did on the other occasions when she had been debased and humiliated… it was responding to a man's penis inside it, and nothing else!

"Ooooohhhhhhh…" she sighed involuntarily as her hips almost unconsciously took on a deep sensual churning, a passionate grind of its own, a direct answer to Sam's insistent demands. Flushes of heat were rising up her body, blushing her face, making her mewl with excitement, causing little beads of perspiration to break out on her upper lip. Her hips began to grind upward as Sam plunged downward, and then pressed back against the softness of the hay as he began to withdraw, her interior vaginal sinews milking his blood-filled prick with tight, possessive little contractions.

Mike ran an excited tongue over his dry lips when he noticed his wife's excitement, her acquiescence to Sam's pile-driving cock. She was enjoying the fucking her lover was giving her, right in front of him, her own husband! The lewd thought excited him even more. His eyes were glued on the increasing tempo of the fucking pair, darting here and there to catch a glimpse of a bobbing breast, a dipping cock, fleshy cunt lips! He had forgotten completely about Eve, cringing still in the dark corner, fearful to show herself. He had forgotten everything but the presence of his wife and her lover who were becoming oblivious to him, and the mounting pressure in his own balls as they sent urgent messages to his throbbing prick.

Suddenly, he couldn't take it any longer. His cruel, sadistic trick had backfired – he had engendered an excitement in the two which was getting the better of him also… he no longer wished to be just a director…

Sandra was carried away in the wind of her own undeniable excitement. She was being fucked by their hired man again, who had elicited so many wonderful responses in her before, who had initiated her into incredible realms of ecstasy, and this time was no exception. She had momentarily forgotten about her husband's initial part in the act, and was aware only of Sam's body buffeting against her, his thick, lust-hardened prick slamming into her pelvis, his hard rough hands kneading the flesh of her hips. Then, suddenly, the rhythm which was carrying her along on the road to climax was shattered. A hand was grappling with her hair, making her squirm with excruciating pain. Her eyes flew open… and she saw a cock, a long, red, throbbing cock a scant inch away from her face!