Evelyn Street - Behind the barn

Mike stared dumbfounded at the two women, their arms entwined around each other. He couldn't believe it. He had been sure they were going to come to blows, instead they were lovingly caressing and kissing each other. Eve had suddenly come to life under his wife's attentions and was reciprocating with passionate leech-like kisses. Her mouth was closing in on one of Sandra's pink little nipples, enclosing the hard little knob between her full ripe lips, sucking on it deliriously. Sandra was emitting little moans of pleasure as she clung to the blonde, and Mike had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Sam, too, had joined him, his mouth agape at the incredible sight.

"Well, I'll be hornswoggled…" he murmured, his eyes widening as he watched his mistress and the dairymaid melting together in passionate embrace. He looked awkwardly at his boss, wondering what to say, but Mike was looking away embarrassedly, ashamed to look his employee in the eye. So they both turned their attention back to the girls…

They had slipped to the floor, golden body fused against creamy white one, and the two men watched in disbelief as Sandra began to slide along the ground, trailing kisses down the length of Eve's body, coming to rest on the golden triangle between her long slim legs.

Sandra poised above the yellow thatch of pubic curls for a moment, and then dipped still lower, and slowly drew apart the girl's buttery thighs. Her eyes gazed raptly at the enticing pink slit which appeared before her, crowned by a golden fleece. She could see the thin hair-feather outer lips throb slightly and placing a thumb and forefinger on each soft, tender flange, gently drew apart the fleshy folds, revealing the moist pink glory of her delicious young pussy. The tiny pink tip of her clitoris peeped out from beneath the flaxen curls, and just below it, the small rosebud-like opening of her vagina glistened wetly. Sandra had never seen a woman so close before. It was all new and strange to her, yet she was driven by she didn't know what instinct. She had forgotten her initial desire for revenge; she was enraptured by the sculptured wonder of the girl's soft, yielding body, and she was borne along by an inclination which was getting more clamorous as minutes ticked by.

Slowly, she lowered her face towards the golden gateway, and drawing out her tongue, ran it along the full length of the narrow pink aperture.

She felt the young girl draw back from the strange sensation, but she continued to touch the girl's tender young flesh with her tongue, tentatively licking and swiping with her own sensitive organ. Her long slim fingers were pressing against the tender flesh of the girl's smooth thighs, and she began to grow more familiar with the other woman's perfumed young cunt, sweeping her tongue in long, caressing strokes along its velvety folds, dipping and probing and drawing out the ambrosia of her femininity. She enclosed the turgid little button of her clitoris in her mouth, fastening it between her teeth, and titillating it with her tongue, making Eve squirm and moan with ecstatic pleasure. Sandra's tongue searched and explored the secret creases and indentations of Eve's pussy, sending chills of pleasure rippling up and down her spine, making her grind the golden peak of her body down on the other woman's feverishly licking mouth. She was beginning to mewl incessantly, her whole frame wracked with tiny spasms of pleasure.

Mike just couldn't believe it. The two women were twisting around on the floor like fish out of water, and Eve was moaning and sighing under his wife's oral love-making. He could feel his own prick beginning to rise again, a new, piercing ache throbbing through it. He was overcome with desire for his wife, and for his mistress, and experienced an acute agony which stemmed from the knowledge that he was excluded. They didn't need him… they were sensually aroused without him…

He continued to watch astonished as Eve suddenly began to swivel around, until her head was reaching down for Sandra's loins. Sandra, realizing what was happening, languidly spread her thighs, and Mike gasped as he saw Eve lower her pale oval face between the creamy columns of his wife's legs. Eve was going to suck his wife's pussy!

Sandra moaned into Eve's steaming crotch as she felt the first touch of the girl's cool tongue on her burning vaginal lips. It felt so soft, so soothing and she sighed, stretching out her legs as Eve continued to tease her twirling little tongue along the length of her hot pussy, soaking up her free-flowing juices, nibbling the little bud of her rigid clitoris, jabbing experimentally at the clasping hole of her cunt.

Sandra never knew that kissing and licking a woman's pussy, and being kissed and sucked by a woman in return, could be so exciting, and yet so relaxing. Safe, somehow. She felt instinctively that the girl wasn't going to do her any harm, and she, in turn, wished to give Eve pleasure, nice, soothing pleasure.

Their bodies were fused together, dark hair against soft blonde pubic curls, blonde head against soft dark pubic curls, the gold and the white blending in a delicious sinewy streak of smoothly naked feminine flesh. They licked and sucked and slavered in each other's pussies, oblivious of the hard breathing, and unabashed gaping of the two men, completely nonplussed in their sudden, unexpected exclusion.

The tempo of the rhythmic churning increased, and the bobbing heads became more frantic in their movements, and then the men saw that the two bodies became as taut as plumb-lines, before collapsing in a series of head-to-toe spasms, which culminated in muffled sighs and moans, drowned in the steaming softness of the two twitching cunts.

Sandra felt her body rise and fall like a feather floating in a gentle breeze, as Eve's tongue whipped her into achieving a climax unlike any she had before. She could feel Eve's cuntal walls contract tightly around her nose and mouth, almost smothering her, and tugging painfully on her slashing tongue, before ejecting a warm mist of softly-scented moisture which bathed her face and signalled the girl's simultaneous climax. The mistress and wife clung tremulously to each other, their mutual embraces helping to still the last quivering vestiges of their orgasms.

Sandra felt as if she were floating on Cloud Nine. Everything was working out. She had got her revenge on Mike, while at the same time discovering a new dimension in sensual excitement which she hadn't suspected existed. Her latest experience had acted as a salve for her preceding ordeal, its gentle feminine satiation the perfect counterpart for the animalistic satisfaction of the other.

But her peaceful reverie was brought abruptly to an end as she felt hands once more curving around her buttocks.

"W-wha…" was all she managed to stammer, before she found herself being pulled up on all fours. The hands were kneading the soft pliant flesh of her bottom, caressing and pummelling it in turns. She winced as she felt the unmistakable burning shaft of an engorged penis prodding at her, the hard, mushrooming head probing obscenely at the tender folds of her pussy half concealed by the flesh of her thighs.

Casting around in the semi-darkness, she could make out Sam standing near her, his huge, sturdy penis held aloft in his hand like some barbaric weapon, his eyes glinting eerily in the half-light. It was Mike then, who was positioning himself behind her!

A weird shudder ran through her at the thought that it was her husband who was prodding her with his giant weapon, her husband who was poising the rock-hard head of his prick at the quivering entrance to her still tingling vagina. He's going to take me from behind, her mind realized, and then…

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…" she called out, unable to stop the shriek from sounding as she felt the first nudging of his pounding cock as it insinuated itself inside her hotly trembling cuntal sheath.