Evelyn Street - Behind the barn

Her eyes riveted on the burgeoning instrument, jutting out proudly from a forest of blond curls… it was Mike!

"Open your mouth!" he commanded, his voice laden with depraved passion. She continued to stare, mesmerized by the lewd instrument, until it leaped forward and slipped past her lips in a swift abrupt movement. Surprised, she found the fleshy hardness of it in her mouth… a strangely agreeable sensation! Timorously, her tongue began to swipe the rod of flesh in her mouth, tasting for the first time the masculine piquancy of her husband's prick. Shivers of strange pleasure rippled her skin. She began to suck gently on the palpitating organ, caressing it with her lips, nibbling at it with her teeth. Her tongue darted into the tiny slit at the top, stretching it mischievously, and then slipped down to coat the heavy webbed underside with saliva. She was beginning to like sucking her husband's cock… while her lover fucked her!

Her hand reached up and cupped the squirming sac of his scrotum, kneading the fermenting balls, cradling them in her warm palm. Mike's hands tightened in her hair, forcing her mouth further down on his throbbing prick, till the smooth spongy head was pressing against her larynx, making her cough slightly from the unaccustomed contact.

Mike was driven to frenzy by his wife's hungry sucking on his cock. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her full ovalled lips circling his rock-hard member, and his hands released their frenetic grip on her hair and dropped to knead savagely at the smooth orbs of her breasts.

Sam continued to pump furiously into the gyrating woman, feeling her body jackknifing against him with each demonic stroke of his blood-hard prick. His hands were like eagle's claws on her hips, and his body was straining every muscle taut as whipcord as he pounded mercilessly into her.

Sandra was a fiery furnace of excitement and passion. She had never felt like this before. She loved being fucked by Sam while she was sucking her own husband's cock… loved the feeling of Mike's prick plunging far back into her throat while Sam's rod plundered her pussy. She was being buffeted by two men, fucked by both at once, and she revelled in the lewd tbree-way act.

She began to suck furiously as she sensed her husband's imminent release. She could feel his body tense, and then she felt the rumble of his white-hot sperm along the tube of his cock, before it spurted in a boiling stream of frothy white nectar into the sanctuary of her throat. She swallowed and gulped as it continued to flow in a thick jet down her burning gullet, and her cheeks hollowed and filled as she strove to keep up with the never-ending shower, her lips tightly convoluted around the pumping cock, so as not to lose a precious drop of it.

"Keep sucking… keep suckingggg…" Mike to drain every last drop into his wife's eager gulping throat.

Sam stiffened like a bowstring just then, and his hoarse guttural cries sounded out as he began to batter against her like a bulldozer, his heavy pelvis slamming cruelly against her upraised crotch, squirting jet after jet of hot white semen into her hungrily churning belly in a constant river of his pent-up passion.

A feeling of disappointment flickered through her as her husband's penis, at last spent and limp, slipped from her mouth, but just then, her own release was triggered by Sam's frantic pounding into her, and she felt herself lifted up in the arms of a giant whirlwind, and spun round and round, until she was flying by herself in a never-never land of complete euphoria.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she chanted, her body tossing and gyrating like a spinning top, flailing about under Sam's deep hard thrusts into her.

Shriek after shriek flew past her sperm glistening lips as she was caught in the throes of spasm after delicious spasm of indescribable delight, each of which carried her far beyond the wildest bounds of what she had experienced before.

At last, she was still, her body still twitching a little, as her nerve endings surrendered the last vestiges of their pleasure, and she lay back on the softness of the sweet smelling hay, beside the panting body of her husband and the satiated grunting figure of her lover.

Sandra's feelings of complete satiation was marred only by a nagging feeling of animosity… towards Mike. Even though things had turned out all right in the end, she couldn't rid herself of the desire for revenge. She couldn't forget how penitent she'd been when he had first come home, how she'd followed him out to the dairy, expressly for apologizing, how she'd discovered him making love to Eve, and worst of all, how he'd forced her and Sam into the debasing debacle. She knew she'd always hold a grudge against him until she'd laid that ghost to rest. Her body was aching with a pleasant sort of weariness, and groggily she staggered to her feet, peering around in the semi-darkness. Both Sam and Mike were still half-sprawled on the floor, and Sandra could just make out the whiteness of Eve's body as she stood in the corner against the wall. The thought that her husband's mistress had witnessed her degradation added to her indignation, and a plan was forming in her lust-depraved mind. Yes, I'll pay that bastard back… making her way over to where Eve was standing silently.

Mike was afraid to look at Sandra. Afraid, and ashamed, too. His anger had gotten the better of him, and had faded with his arousal; now he felt nothing but regret. He knew he'd gone too far when he'd forced his own hired hand and his wife to perform in front of him. He'd no right to do it, he knew now, especially when he himself had just been fucking Eve. Who was he to throw stones? For all he knew, catching him and Eve in the act might have set the ball rolling for his wife and Maguire. I shouldn't have been so hasty…

Apprehensively, he watched Sandra get up. Where was she going, he puzzled, and then drew in his breath sharply when he saw her heading over to where Eve was still cringing against the wall.

What was she going to do to the girl? he wondered, tempted to call out and warn Eve. His wife was probably angry enough for anything, maybe even for attacking the girl!

"Sandy…" he called softly, but she didn't seem to hear. Afraid, Mike got to his feet, and hurried over to where the two women were standing.

Sandra was looking intently at Eve, taking in every inch of her soft golden curves, feeling a stab of jealousy on seeing the girl's youthful perfection.

There was a look of abject fear on her face, and her pale hair, seen in the dim light, made her look ghostly, a sad apparition.

"Please, it's not my fault!" she whimpered, suddenly terrified of her employer's wife who was standing beside her. With relief, Eve saw Mike coming towards them. He'd protect her, save her from that madwoman…

"Sandra, leave Eve out of this!" Mike said authoritatively, and Sandra threw him a haughty glance.

"No fear!" she scoffed, throwing her head back, "I'm going to find out just what it is you've been so interested in!"

Sandra reached out her hand and rested it on the girl's shoulder, and then began to caress the soft flesh, dropping lower still until her hand was covering one of Eve's soft round breasts.

"Sandra, for God's sake…" Mike broke in.

"Mmmm, not bad…" Sandra noted, her hand moving to cup the other full white orb in her hand. Eve's brown berry-like nipples leaped into erection at Sandra's touch and jutted out provocatively against her palm. Now Sandra was embracing the astonished girl, gathering her in her arms, pulling her toward her breasts, and then, Sandra lowered her mouth onto the girl's quivering lips, and planted them with soft, passionate kisses. Sandra could hear Mike's sharp intake of breath and felt a thrill of pleasure when she realized that her plan was working. I'll make him sorry yet… she promised, as she continued to shower hot little kisses on the surprised girl's lips, neck, throat. Sandra was actually surprised by how pleasant it was to hold the other woman in her arms, and was glad that she was so pretty and soft and appealing. She realized she felt a sort of sympathy for the girl, a mild desire to comfort her for what she had to go through.