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Wife Made to Cheat -- by Kysa Braswell
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Chapter 1.
Betrayal Begins at Home
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Frustration is a function of expectation. Failing to understand this simple
maxim leads us to respond incorrectly to unforeseen circumstances. We then allow
another to control us. One should instead carry his own weather — whether it
rains or shines makes no difference to him. His honor is greater than his moods.
By grounding his emotional life not on the moods, feelings, and weaknesses of
others, but upon his self-chosen values, his behavior is a product of his own
decisions based on principles, rather than of present conditions. Consider this
as the following tale unfolds.
"Just what did you mean by that?" Glen Haak turned slowly around and
faced his wife. He had already opened the door, intending to stalk out, but now
he slammed it shut again, and Anna recoiled from the look of cold anger he was
leveling at her. But she continued to stare back at him, fury flashing in her
green eyes. Tossing her sleek, raven-crowned head, she fought the beginnings of
fear which were trying to root deep inside her.
"Just what I said!" she retorted bitterly. "You've got some plan
in mind for that little vixen. I saw the way you were looking at her!"
"For Christ's sake, Anna, try and be reasonable!" Glen snapped,
resisting the temptation to go over and shake his wife until her teeth
chattered. He felt extremely uncomfortable and just a little bit guilty. A guy
can't help looking, he told himself, when a broad as well-built as Erin Bann
comes into view, and as the girl was going to be working for him, he had to be
friendly to her, hadn't he?
"Are you sure she's from the Agricultural College, and not just some little
number you've...."
"I'm sick and tired of listening to your accusations," Glen
interrupted, "and I haven't got all day to stand here and argue with you.
Miss Bann," he went on quietly, "is a student from the College, and
perfectly qualified for the project. She is majoring in Dairying, and will be
with us for three months. Anything else?"
"You can't tell me she knows anything about farming," Anna persisted,
feeling her anger and jealousy combine and stick in her craw, choking the hot
bitter words out of her. As she continued to rail at her husband, a suffocating
feeling of futility and frustration swept over her. I didn't mean to nag him
like this, she told herself hopelessly. I can't help it... but she's so young
and attractive, and the way he was looking at her.
"I have to go now," Glen said tonelessly, "it's almost milking
time."
"That's right," Anna hurled, "go back to your damn cows... and
your girlfriend!" Great gulping sobs convulsed her, and tears ran down her
face as she stared at the departing figure of her husband. God, why does she
have to cry like that? Glen shrugged as he slammed the door behind him. As
always, he was moved by the sight and sounds of her tears, and felt the guilt
inside him strengthening with insidious speed. He would have liked to take her
in his arms, caress and soothe her, stroke away her fears, in spite of her
nagging and accusations, but somehow, he couldn't. He knew he was afraid that
she'd reject his offering of peace, and felt that he couldn't stand the
humiliation. If she wants to be like that, why should I be the one to give in?
he reasoned angrily, as he hurried over to the barn.
Anna crumpled like a rag doll onto the leather couch. Her sobs resounded in the
small room, and the fading daylight cloaked everything in the office with
ominous ambiguity. She felt small and alone and unprotected and totally
incapable of drawing the strings of her life together. The woman who had
screamed at and harangued her husband over a trivial incident was not the real
Anna Haak. The real Anna was a loving, warm woman who stood by and encouraged
her husband in all ventures. But who was that whining domineering shrew? I can't
help it! she told herself again, burying her tear-stained face in her hands. The
vitriolic, stinging memory of her discovery of her husband's infidelity of over
a year ago came rushing back with painful clarity - the humiliation, the feeling
of complete insecurity, the anguish of it all was as fresh as if it had just
happened. Even though they had made up, and she had sworn to forgive and forget,
and Glen had tried, and was in fact a model husband since then, she couldn't
purge herself of the bitter memory. She knew that she had taken every
opportunity to get back at him, remind him of his indiscretion, to throw it up
in his face on occasions when it was most wounding to him. She knew that the
misery, the unhappiness of their co-existence, because it couldn't be called a
marriage in the usual sense of the word, was mostly her doing, and yet, nothing
would erase the jarring, searing memory of that dreadful time last year. She
hadn't waited to verify her discovery, find out how long his involvement had
been going on, or how serious it was. She had confronted him immediately,
threatened divorce, court action, instant ignominy, and had relented only after
weeks of ceaseless apologies, declarations of future fidelity and sworn avowals
of love by her distraught husband. In a way, she had to admit to herself, she
had enjoyed his obvious distress at her threat to leave, and had basked in his
repeated statements that "he couldn't live without her." But the
satisfaction she gained from the knowledge that he couldn't do without her was
short-lived, and her ego had suffered too bruising a blow for her to maintain
for long her role of sweet, forgiving but slightly-martyred wife. So her veiled
recrimination had begun, and had gradually become more open and venomous,
culminating in her accusations of today.
But she couldn't fool herself into thinking which she knew in her heart were
unjustified, that her misery and discontent sprang completely from her husband's
behavior. Even in her present misery, she was forced to admit that her
unhappiness was accentuated by underlying discontent with her whole life. She
had never dreamed when she had got engaged to the up and coming junior executive
in the largest New England textile firm, that they would end up in the heart of
New Hampshire farmland. She and Glen had such a good time in Boston, their first
apartment, actually a tiny terraced house, their fast little sports car, and
their young, happy-go-lucky friends. She had enjoyed so much being a working
girl and wife, and her job as assistant buyer of Sportswear for a large
department store was flexible enough so that she could take that bit of extra
effort which made her dinner parties such a success. All her clothes were of the
very latest fashion, and even though she got a discount on them, Glen's salary
and hers combined had been generous enough to allow her to afford the extras,
like that pale pink silk ankle-length dress and matching coat which she had got
for the opening of the Opera season. Everything was going their way, and Anna
actually enjoyed the weekends they spent in the White Mountains, away from
everybody, in that fishing cabin Glen rented.
At that time, she thought rural life was romantic - sitting before a roaring
fire in the big stone fireplace, lighting the kerosene lamps at night, cooking
the fish Glen had caught. After their hectic weekday round of activities, it was
great being alone together, and when they got back to Boston, all their friends
used to exclaim enviously over their rustic experiences. It was just after their
second wedding anniversary when the blow fell. Glen's company was moving south,
and Glen decided to resign. Anna was glad about that, shuddering at the thought
of moving to a small town in South Carolina, and had naturally assumed that Glen
would take up another position with a similar company. But her husband had other
ideas. His uncle had willed his rundown old farm in New Hampshire to Glen, and
he had always had a strong urge to try his hand at farming. He had looked upon
his company's removal from Boston as an act of Fate, and had felt that he had
enough saved to enable them to give farming a try. Dividends would keep them
going for a while and the capital would be sunk into the renovation and working
of the farm.
Even now, six years later, Anna still shuddered at the memory of that appalling
first year on the farm. The cold draughty house, the constant presence of the
builders, with their clouds of cement dust, ceaseless hammering and banging,
cooking and washing and existing in the most primitive conditions - Anna thought
that she would never survive. All her clothes got torn and muddy and she had
ceased to care about her appearance that first year. But the greatest change had
been in Glen. He was obsessed with the farm - every spare minute was spent on
it; it occupied his mind completely; nothing seemed to matter to him but the
farm. Anna had nurtured the secret hope that the whole project would collapse
and they could go back to the relative civilization of Boston. But nothing
seemed to deter Glen - not even the loss of their small herd at the end of the
first year through foot and mouth disease. He had become strangely stoical, and
shrugged off his loss, and grimly went about restocking his farm with more of
the huge, ponderous black and white animals of which Anna was deathly afraid.
Glen used to tease her at first, saying that the languid Friesians wouldn't
touch a fly, but he had gradually become more and more impatient with her when
she refused to share his enthusiasm over them. As time went on, she lost her
fear of them, and even developed sympathy for them, and she was unable to bear
the mournful lowing that rent the air when the tiny furry calves were taken from
their mothers so soon after birth.
Resentment had built up in her over the years as Glen became more and more
immersed in farm life, and his often stated feeling that he was glad he had made
the step from the City irked her considerably. Gradually, their friends from
Boston stopped coming to see them, rapidly losing their idealized notions of
rural life when they saw the day to day reality, and now Anna had lost touch
with them completely. Her life was empty, pointless, she felt, and her husband's
involvement with the agricultural instructor last year was the last straw for
his demoralized wife. Life was no longer worth living, she thought - nothing
would ever change; things would go on just as they were, with herself and Glen
completely estranged.
She felt like crying again, but no tears would come. In fact, she felt devoid of
all emotion, and the emptiness inside her at least eased the pain. Her mind was
a blank as she got up from the couch, and wearily stretched herself. She felt
old and tired - and beaten. I'm not old - why should I give up living? She asked
herself, catching a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror that hung
behind the door of the office, which was once a small bedroom. She knew her
figure was still good, and she ran her eye critically over her reflection,
noting the firm, braless upsweep of her full breasts through the raspberry
colored angora dress she was wearing, the womanly curve of her graceful slender
hips, the long expanse of her creamy legs. I'm not over the hill yet, she told
herself, running a hand through her silky black hair which fell to just below
her jawline where it swung into a point on either side of her oval face.
Luxuriant dark lashes framed her vivid green eyes which even in her weariness
sparkled back at her. What's the use? She mumbled to herself, turning away from
her reflection. Who's going to see me here, vegetating in the wilderness? She
conquered the fresh wave of bitterness rising inside her and with a sigh, sat
down on Glen's swivel chair, in front of his untidy, littered desk. It was
already the first week of the month, and she hadn't done the accounts for the
previous one. Idly, she swept together the crumpled, disorganized sheaf of
papers which was a jumbled mass of invoices, receipts and cancelled checks. Glad
of something to take her mind off her troubles, she plunged into the task of
sorting everything out and was soon immersed in her work. When she had made
everything into three separate piles, she pulled open a drawer in the desk, and
began to rummage about, looking for the ledger to make entries for the month.
Why the hell doesn't he keep his desk tidier! she muttered to herself as she
eased a long, hardbound book out of the drawer. As she removed it, her eye fell
on a bulging manila envelope which had been wedged between another book and the
one she had withdrawn.
"Now what's this doing here?" she muttered to herself, irked at the
disorder in the files she had arranged only recently. Frowning slightly to
herself, she fumbled with the envelope and discovered that it was full of
photographs. Puzzled, she eased one out of the envelope.
"Oh my God!" she gasped aloud, unable to contain herself. The blood
rushed to her face, crimsoning it a deep red. Tumultuous feelings of horror,
disgust, and anger manifested themselves in a single sensation of overwhelming
nausea. A numbed haze blinded her for an instant, and then she began to stare
with bulging, disbelieving eyes at the colored print she was holding in her
hand. Every detail was startlingly portrayed and the two figures in the
photograph seemed amazingly alive. For a moment, Anna couldn't believe that she
was seeing right, but there was no doubt about it - it was actually a photograph
of a nude man and woman, sprawled out together, the woman's blonde head dipped
between the man's widespread thighs, his grossly inflated penis clamped tightly
between her ovalled red lips. The man's head was turned away, but there was no
mistaking the expression on the rapt woman's face. She was enjoying taking that
man's hardness in her mouth - her lustful desire was etched clearly on her eager
face.
Anna felt her heart thudding painfully in her ribcage. She had heard, of course,
that people did that sort of thing, but had always somehow felt that such an act
did not belong in a normal marriage. The lascivious scene seemed to come to
pulsating life under her hypnotized stare, and the huge blood-filled penis
seemed to throb with lewd density as it lay cradled between the full, ripe lips
that were clasping it so tenaciously. The woman's half-closed eyes seemed glazed
with passion, and Anna felt a shudder of unknown sensation ripple through her.
She couldn't seem to draw her eyes away from the obscene photograph. Her fingers
seemed to be soldered to the glossy print, and somehow she felt that if she
looked away from the perverted sight, she would tear herself away from a tenuous
reality which her moribund emotions so badly needed, and go berserk with disgust
and horror. How could he keep such filthy, lewd pictures? Her mind began to
question. Does he look at them often? Where did he get them?
Her curiosity broke the spell the obscene photograph had on her
conscientiousness, and hurriedly, she drew out another of the colored prints.
Her eyes flew immediately to the scene, and a sudden, strangled moan of horror
broke from her lips.
"Oh no! It can't be!" she groaned as she stared fixedly at the second
photograph. This time, the shot was taken from a distance, but near enough to
display in detail the pink moist delineations of a widespread pussy, the
glistening lips gently swollen around a dark star-shaped opening. A man's face
was juxtaposed over the splayed mouth, the tip of his long tongue poised at the
entrance to the delicate roseate furrow. And there was no mistaking that face,
so wreathed in anticipatory lust. It was Glen! For a moment, Anna couldn't
believe that it was actually her husband who was portrayed in that disgusting
snapshot, the wavy fair hair, his deep blue eyes, his fleshy sensuous lips.
Numbed shock rushed in a roaring torrent to her head, threatening to explode,
and she had to hold onto the arm of the swivel chair to steady herself. Glen!
How could he do this to another woman? How could he let himself be photographed
like that? She wanted to scream, to beat her fists against the wall, to turn
back the clock and forget that she had ever seen the lewd pictures. Through the
dim of her hurt and disgust, another thought nagged at her brain. This
lascivious blonde in the photograph, who had splayed her legs so unreservedly
for her husband, was not the same woman that Glen was having an affair with last
year. So there had been others! New thundering anger swelled inside the
distraught wife at the thought that she had been deceived, and furiously, she
snatched the remaining photographs up and scanned them. Each one, seemingly more
lewd than the previous one, leaped up at her horrified eyes as if to taunt her
with the spectacle of her husband engaged in all different positions, with
different women, and sometimes with more than one!
"That bastard! That dirty bastard!" Anna gasped, and in a fury of
temper, began to splash out at the contents of the desk, scattering papers,
letter trays, pens; everything went flying in all directions and fell to create
untold chaos on the floor. Her anger unleashed beyond control, she yanked at the
file drawers, pulling them completely away from their moorings, and dumped the
files she had so carefully put in order, in a disheveled heap on the floor.
As suddenly as it came, her demonic flash of temper deserted her, and she sank
back in hopeless bewilderment on the swivel chair. All around her, the records
of the past eight years lay in disarray on the floor, and a dreadful sense of
futility convulsed her.
"Oh God," she sobbed, "What did I do to deserve this?" She
buried her face in her hands and her shoulders shook with the racking sobs which
enveloped her. How many more were there? she asked herself piteously, torturing
herself with images of various women that both she and Glen had known. Had he
had an affair with all their friends? She wondered bitterly. In her jealous
humiliated anger, new images began to inject themselves into her consciousness -
glimpses she had caught of various naked bodies with full voluptuous breasts and
creamy sinewy thighs, stretched out in opulent sensuality, seemingly oblivious
to the unknown photographers who were busy snapping away as her husband caressed
and stroked and kissed those velvety bodies. Her mind seemed unable to banish
the lewd images, and fresh ones began to superimpose themselves in her fervid
imagination. Glen kissing and savoring an open, exposed pussy, lewdly displayed
and eagerly offered to him... Glen sinking his wildly excited penis into a
greedy, grasping vaginal orifice, strong supple thighs egging him on... Glen
lying back as luscious red lips encircled his bloated penis... The obscene
snatches from the vile cache of photographs she had unwittingly uncovered played
relentlessly in her mind, mocking her with their leering evidence of her
husband's infidelities.
She felt broken in mind and spirit. The actuality which those photographs seemed
to point to was too shocking for her to bear. Under the thin veneer of city
sophistication she had acquired, Anna was still basically a conventional
American wife, strict enough in her own way to the code of morality to which her
family and all before her had subscribed. She had looked upon marriage as
sacred, even in this day and age of quickie divorce and pre-marital and
extra-marital sex, and had automatically assumed that any philandering on the
part of her husband would stop after marriage. And she was sure it had! That was
the hard part. She had been so snug and secure, even in the dark days of their
early times on the farm, feeling cocooned in the sanctity of the wedded state,
and that accounted for the tremendous shock she experienced when she had
discovered her husband's affair last year. And now! She had uncovered
devastating evidence that pointed to a whole series of adulterous infidelities!
Involuntarily, she reached for the pile of photographs which had fallen to the
ground amid the shambles of the office.
Almost disinterestedly, she scanned them over again. Yes, there was no doubt
about it! There were three or four different girls involved in the debacle, and
the pictures showed Glen involved with each and every one.
She studied a particularly lurid one, showing him and a tall lithe brunette
stretched out, touching at only two places. His mouth was firmly planted in the
nest of her dark pubic curls, and her mouth was tightly clasped around the red
thick length of his penis. The girl's eyes were half-closed and her thick
luxuriant hair fell in tendrils around her face, giving her an almost angelic
look as she exalted in the feel and taste of Anna's husband's penis in her
mouth. Anna continued to stare at the lewd shot. What did it feel like, having a
man's male hardness locked tightly in your mouth? she wondered, amazed at the
look of almost reverent ecstasy on the girl's face. Glen had tried once or
twice, she remembered, pushing her head down under the blanket and she had, of
course, refused to do anything like that. She had always thought it perverted,
somehow, and yet, this girl seemed to be thoroughly aroused by it. And that
blonde in the first picture, she mused in horrified fascination, flicking back
to it, seems in ecstasy, too. Her attention was caught by one she hadn't
scrutinized before. It showed a well-built redhead, her breasts full and
vibrant, spread-eagled beneath Glen, whose engorged prick was sunk halfway into
the soft, hair-fringed tunnel of her pussy. The girl's legs were wrapped around
her husband's lower back and her spine was arched up off the bed as she strove
to open her depths wider and deeper to him. Anna stared in lewd fascination at
the minutely detailed photographs of sexual intercourse. Even her animosity to
her husband seemed to retreat as she studied abstractly the obviously
impassioned couple. The redhead's head was thrown back, and her mouth was open.
Her hands were dug into his shoulders, and her whole body seemed afire. Glen's
hands were clutching at her firm, upswept breasts, and Anna could see the
reddened tips of her fully turgid nipples slipping out through his fingers.
There was a look of pure animal desire on her husband's face, a look she hadn't
seen in a long, long time! Despite herself, Anna felt a little tug of jealousy.
She remembered how she used to arouse that complete passionate frenzy in her
husband, how he used to be almost aflame with desire for her, and her alone, she
was sure, and now, this redheaded hussy was the one who was making him act like
that.
Sudden tears surprised her as they swam in her eyes. It isn't fair, she murmured
to herself. It was so long since she had seen Glen crazed with desire, so long
since he had even made love to her. She felt a sudden emptiness inside her, a
feeling which she recognized as vague desire. It began to gnaw at her, worming
its way insidiously into her depths, gaining a foothold in her numb body. He
never tries to kiss me there anymore, the thought leapt into her head. It was
years since he had tried to persuade her to allow him to put his head down
between her thighs and kiss her pussy, but she had so vehemently and absolutely
refused him when he had made the attempt. It can't be so bad, she muttered to
herself, her eyes glued to another shot, this time of Glen with his face buried
in the copper fleece of the redhead's openly throbbing cunt. Anna could see the
moist flanges of the girl's pussy rimming Glen's wetly glistening nose and
mouth, and her thighs were clamped and straining eagerly around his steaming
face. The girl's eyes were closed and it was obvious that she was in the throes
of complete abandon. Then, in spite of the shock and revulsion of seeing her
husband locked in lewd, naked embrace with another woman, Anna felt a tingle
beginning between her own legs, a ripple that seemed to grow as her eyes
continued to focus on the spectacle of her husband's groveling between another
woman's widespread thighs. How did it feel, to have a man's tongue licking and
sucking and blowing his hot, passionate breath into that secret place, have his
mouth warm and caressing around your clitoris, feel his kiss on your nakedly
exposed pubic mound?
Her feverish mind threw the questions at herself, and suddenly, she felt hot all
over, covered with a cloying clamminess that made her feel like tearing her
dress from her body. She was dimly aware that she was unconsciously clenching
her heated thighs together and imperceptibly grinding her buttocks into the
leather of the swivel chair. The tingling in her loins grew and the gnawing
inside her burst into a devouring flame and she wondered vaguely what was
happening. Her eyes flickered aimlessly to another picture, and a startled gasp
eluded her as she stared in disbelief at what she saw. Anna thought that the
photographs she had already examined had prepared her to a point where she was
beyond surprise, but she was wrong. She gaped in astonishment at the candid
snapshot, unable and unwilling to believe that it was her husband who was
actually inserting his huge, lust-hardened penis in the blonde's tiny puckered
ass! But there was no doubt about it - the photograph showed in unerring detail
the enormous girth of Glen's blood-inflated prick encircled by the brown
crinkled little rectal mouth, stretched cruelly around the massive
circumference. This lasciviously depicted anal entry was too much for Anna.
Revulsion swept through her - disgust at the knowledge that the man she had
married could and did indulge in such an animalistic, carnal act, a thing she, a
grown woman, had only heard about in whispers. It was too shameful to even think
about; it was disgusting! And yet, Anna noticed in amazement, the blonde didn't
seem to mind it. In fact, she seemed to like it, judging by the lewd look of
delight on her passion-contorted face. Oh God, what was going on? Her world
seemed to have gone topsy-turvy, and all the opinions she had held on such
matters seemed to have been refuted by the pictorial evidence she held in her
hand. These girls weren't being abused, subjected to a man's whim or desire -
they were actually enjoying it! They seemed to love all the obscene things Glen
was doing to them... they were reveling in what to her would be the lowest kind
of debasement.
Bewilderment crowded in on Anna, and she felt completely out of control of the
situation. Her hands rose slowly to her breasts, and she gasped as she felt the
electrifying effect her own touch had on the now sensuously throbbing mounds.
But she couldn't take her hands away - somehow she felt that she had only
herself to turn to help her get over this terrible discovery. She felt strangely
different, as if her perusal of the lewd pornographic pictures had touched off a
streak of insanity in her, and she could no longer control her stampeding
libido. Her mind was fermenting with images of the various positions she had
seen in the photographs, and lurid thrills were beginning to shoot up and down
her body. Involuntarily, she pressed her palms down her sides, along her hips,
and then dipped them between her nylon-encased thighs. Immediately, she felt as
if her vaginal mound was straining to reach the comfort of her own hands, and
she felt a rush of inner moisture proclaim the intensity of the weird
sensations. She could feel that the crotch-band of her panties was slightly
moistened and her fingers inched forward, like individual bloodhounds on the
scent of a relentless target.
Moments of rationality broke intermittently through the clouds of her frenzy,
and taunted her with unanswerable questions. What had turned her into a roiling
mass of feverish desire? Was it because Glen hadn't made love to her for so
long? Or were the dirty pictures having an illicit prurient effect on her? Her
fingers kneaded at the burning lips of her moistened pussy through the flimsy
panties and Anna winced from the delicious contact. Why should I be denied
pleasure? her mind argued dimly. All those girls were enjoying themselves; Glen
was pleasing them: it's not fair that I should be left out.
As though they had received assent, her fingers burrowed hurriedly under the leg
band of her panties and teased over to the tingling flesh of her swollen pussy
lips, and Anna felt the fleshy folds pulsate under her sensitive fingertips. She
sighed from the exquisite sensation, feeling relief flow through her. This is
wrong. YOU SHOULD NOT DO THIS! Veiled threats echoed through her mind, hidden
warnings from schoolgirl-filled corridors... dark messages about evil
masturbation. But Anna was too intoxicated with the rush of pleasure to pay any
heed to her own sombre warnings, and her fingers continued to plunge into the
warm deep recesses of her desire-drenched pussy. Nothing mattered to her now -
the whys and wherefores were unimportant - all that she was concerned with was
quenching the raging fires that had sprung up unattended in her loins, and which
required heavenly fuel to feed its lascivious hunger before it allowed itself to
be put out.
Suddenly irritated by the impediment of her panties, her hands began to tear
impatiently at them, and she raised her hips from the swivel chair, and eased
them down over her thighs, leaving them dangling at her knees. But she didn't
care about that - her hands were rolling up her soft angora dress and bunching
it about her hips, and she reveled in the freedom of exposing her
passion-enflamed loins to the cool evening air which was rushing in from the
half-opened office window. Her fingers dug impatiently again at her burning
furrow, and convulsively probed at the trembling hole of her clasping cunt.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh..." she couldn't suppress a sigh as her hand cupped
onto the now moistly pulsating orifice and she felt the heated walls close in
like a vise on her sunken middle finger. The passion inside her was goaded on to
greater fever by the lurid thoughts which had taken possession of her head and
would not yield. Obscene thoughts framed by the disgusting photographs she had
seen, images of desire and lust instigated by many actions and acted out in many
forms. She was almost convinced that a large heated penis was ramming into her
eager, open pussy, that she was one of those girls whose head was thrown back in
complete abandon, whose mouth was open and from which a stream of sighs was
rushing, whose hips were churning under the delicious onslaught of a heavy,
passion-bloated cock which was plunging deeper and deeper and harder into her.
Waves of heat were washing over her now as she ground her buttocks down into the
leather of the seat and revolved her saturated fingers around inside the velvety
interior of her febrile vaginal sheath. A feeling of dizziness was taking
control of her, coupled with a wonderful sensation of relief, and now she knew
she was cumming, because she felt so good all over, and her hips were jerking
uncontrollably, and a mist of hot, feminine orgasmic fluid washed down over her
churning fingers, and she felt the office revolve around her and her head was
torpedoed by a kaleidoscope of collaged nude figures, male and female, all
fucking and sucking and licking in total frenzy, and she was at the center of it
all, and she was loving it, every minute of it.
Anna slunk back against the chair, drained of all energy, curiously devoid of
all feeling but a satiated stupor which controlled her and made it impossible
for her to do anything, not even pull her dress down over her naked thighs. Her
legs were splayed, her panties hanging uselessly at her knees, and in the dim of
the mortification which was beginning to manifest itself inside her, she coldly
reassured herself: "He'll pay for this. As God is my witness, I'll make him
pay for this."
Russell Seavers eased himself down from the ledge under the office window, and
with a furtive glance around, slunk off into the foliage that surrounded the
Haak's house. He was still trembling with excitement, and could hardly believe
what he had seen. Later, when he got to his quarters, he would go over it all
again in his mind, dwelling on every single detail of what he had seen. He
couldn't quite believe that he had been so lucky. He thanked his lucky stars
that he had decided to have a peek when he saw the window open in the office,
and heard muffled sounds from inside. Of course, it was fairly dim inside, but
still, he could see what was going on.
I saw her! I saw her fingerfucking her own pussy! He chuckled to himself,
treasuring the memory of the faint glimmer of hair-lined pink he had glimpsed
between her open thighs as he eavesdropped on the demented woman. He had seen
her flimsy white little panties dangling at her knees, too. Who'd have thought
that he, a mere farmhand, would have got a front row seat, and seen with his own
eyes the beautiful wife of his boss, playing with herself? All the nights he'd
dreamed about the lovely, haughty Mrs. Haak, all the times he'd imagined what
she'd be like with her dignity lost and stripped bare-ass naked; now he'd seen
her, half-naked anyway. She didn't see him, didn't know he'd been watching, but
he had been, and God, he wouldn't have missed it for anything.
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Chapter 2.
Seduction Function
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Glen hurried over to the dairy and went straight to the milking parlor. He
spotted Erin right away, standing to the right of the long row of cows already
chained in the milking passage. She had put on a white coat, and her blonde hair
was piled high on her head, and capped with a small band of white. Even with her
fair, creamy skin, she did not look washed-out, and Glen thought to himself how
attractive she looked in the white dairy coat. Her ample curves were cleverly
accentuated by the tightly belted garment and Glen could not resist running his
eyes over her proud, full E-cup breasts jutting out like snow-capped peaks, the
slight sway of her molded hips, and the long arch of her shapely legs. She was
talking to Russell Seavers, and turned when she heard Glen come in.
"Good evening, Miss Bann. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long."
"Oh no, Mr. Haak. Russell here has been showing me the ropes and making me
feel at home. And do call me Erin, please."
"All right, Erin," Glen laughed. "We don't stand on formality
here, so you might as well call me Glen."
Glen felt more at ease when Russell had ambled off to attend to the animals
already milked. He felt a warm friendliness exuding silently from Erin, and it
comforted him somehow, as he was still stinging from Anna's verbal blows. He
felt that her accusations had been unjust; he had bent over backwards over the
past year to make up for the affair she had found out about, and yet nothing
seemed to please her. She had changed so much over the past few years, he mused
sadly to himself; she wasn't the same woman he'd married, laughing, full of fun,
ready for anything. She had turned into a nagging, whining shrew and didn't seem
to care whether he was there or not. It was that feeling of not being wanted
that had made him seek refuge in other women. Of course, he felt guilty about
it, feeling like a rat as he slunk off to his clandestine meetings, but he had
to do something, or he'd go mad. Still, it was unfair of her to accuse him of
being interested that way in Erin. He'd be mad to try anything with her, right
under Anna's nose. Not that he'd mind.
"A penny for them!" Erin's light-hearted voice chimed in on his
rambling thoughts, and her interruption caused him to blush to the roots of his
hair.
"I'm sorry, Miss... Erin, I mean... I've been so rude; I was completely
carried away..." he stammered, conscious of her twinkling gray eyes fixed
on him. He felt awkward, like a schoolboy. Her searching graze was so intent, he
felt sure for a brief instant that she must have read his thoughts, but knew
that was ridiculous.
"Well," he began lamely, "do you think you'll enjoy working
here?"
"Oh yes," she exclaimed, smiling widely. "Everything's so
up-to-date, and you've got a fine herd. Russell showed me around everywhere, and
I even saw your donkey herd. That broken-colored stallion is magnificent!"
"Yes, he's a fine fellow, isn't he? Imported from England from one of the
champions over there. I hope to have some good progeny from him next year."
"How is he working out as a sire?" Erin asked interestedly. Glen
started, her question disturbing him. What did she mean? She knew he had only
just got the stallion, that there wouldn't be any foals till next year.
"Eh, what do you mean?" he asked guardedly.
"I mean, does he do the job properly? He looked pretty young to me!"
Glen found himself coloring again. What was the matter with the girl, asking
questions like that?
"He's able to manage," Glen faltered, and immediately turned his
attention to placing the clusters on the first cow's teats. Normally, the dairy
girl and Russell did the actual milking, but as Erin was new, and the machine
might be unfamiliar to her, Glen had decided to help her, in case she needed any
instructions or had any problems.
"I love the feel of a cow's teat in my hand," Erin mused to him,
moving on to the next animal. "It feels so soft, so sensuous," she
went on dreamily, "and it almost comes to life as the milk flows through
it, and the thick frothy cream spurts out of it..." Glen was glad he was
hidden from her sight, and that she couldn't see the flushed look of
astonishment on his face. Her voice was so hazy, her tone so sultry, and Glen
could see out of the corner of his eye that she was caressing one of the
pink-tinged teats as tenderly and lovingly as if. He felt stunned by the impact
of his own lewd thought. As if it were a man's cock! That was the thought that
leaped into his head and drummed persistently at his consciousness.
"Glen, could you help me please!" she called out suddenly, and he
found himself rushing over to her, glad of the chance to be near her again. She
was hunched over one of the milk tube clusters which was lying on the ground,
and Glen's eyes were drawn, as if by a magnet, to the exciting split between the
tops of her creamy white breasts. He was mesmerized by the enticing glimpse of
her deep cleft and had to drag his eyes away when she looked anxiously up at
him.
I seem to have lost one of the tops," she said worriedly, and Glen got down
on his knees beside her, and scanned the straw for the dark-rimmed cap.
"Here it is!" he said suddenly, picking it out of a golden sheaf, and
he began to screw it back into the tube.
"Oh thank goodness you found it," Erin breathed, laying one of her
small white hands on his thigh, "I was so worried." Her touch was like
a firebrand on his flesh and when he looked at her, she was smiling at him.
"Well, we'd better get on with the milking," he said weakly, and
reluctantly, it seemed to him, she removed her hand from his thigh. He suddenly
felt bereft, as if a part of him was missing. Pull yourself together, he chided
himself, you're acting like a teenager, imagining all sort of ridiculous things.
They worked silently, preparing all the cows for milking, and Glen's thoughts
were swirling around in his head. He couldn't shake loose the memory of her
touch on his thigh. Did she mean to do that, or was it just an accident? And
what did she mean by all that stuff about the teat?
Finally, Glen switched on the milking machine, and the barn was filled with the
vibratory sounds of the pulsator.
"Mmm, mmm, it's hot in here!" Erin said suddenly, and began to
unbutton her dairy coat.
"D'you mind if I take this off?" she queried Glen, and when he
replied, "of course not," she removed it, and Glen saw that she was
wearing a red see-through blouse and a tight black mini-skirt. He could see that
she was wearing a matching red bra, really only a strip of lace and his eyes
were riveted on the generous mounds of her ivory breasts which were visible
through the red nylon.
"Do you like them?" Erin's voice broke in on his distraction, and he
could only stare open-mouthed at her. Had he heard her right? His heart began to
thud uncomfortably in his chest and he was at a loss as to what to do.
"Would you like to see them?" Again her gay, mocking voice startled
him.
"Wha..." he could only stammer.
"Would you like to see my breasts, Glen?" she asked again with
exaggerated slowness, walking a step closer to him.
"Are you out of your mind?" Glen snapped, afraid that his mind was
playing tricks on him. "This is no time for games!"
"I'm not playing any games!" Erin said slyly, and Glen watched in
boggling disbelief as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her sheer blouse.
Gaping, he saw the edges fall away and reveal the exquisite form of her
perfectly molded breasts, made all the more provocative by the dainty confines
of her lacy bra. He could see the alabaster flesh heaving slightly and was
hypnotized by the rhythmic rise and fall of the luscious orbs.
Incredibly, he saw Erin's hand slip around to the back, and in a moment, she was
shrugging the thin satin straps from her smooth, pearly shoulders.
"Christ, they're beautiful!" He couldn't resist gasping as the full
glory of her exquisitely sculpted breasts came into his astonished view. Craning
his neck, his eyes bulged as he stared at the creamy expanse of the silky
mounds, surmounted by delicate pink nipples, semi-erect from the rustling of her
bra. Her hands crept up and cupped the full rounded young spheres, thrusting
them out, pointing the hardening little buds at her disbelieving employer.
"God, Erin, I..." he murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from the
half-naked girl. His head was swirling - things were happening too fast for him.
He could feel the protuberance of his cock growing, and it was beginning to
swell against the confines of his pants. His hands fidgeted by his sides - they
itched to reach out and clasp those glorious globes of young college-girl tit
flesh, to knead and pummel them. His mouth longed to take the tiny budding
nipples between his lips, coax them into turgidity with his tongue, nip on their
sweetness with his teeth. God, she was driving him mad, standing there
half-dressed, like some youthfully naked Venus. She moved closer to him, so
close that her naked breasts brushed against the blue denim of his work shirt,
and the delicious contact sent eddies of almost intolerable pleasure soaring
through him. Sinuously, she rubbed the hardened tips against his chest, purring
like a cat, her arm resting casually on his thigh again. He wanted to pull away,
order his errant young employee to get dressed, get on with the milking, but he
couldn't. What he really wanted to do was take her in his arms, crush his mouth
down on hers, knock the breath out of her with his kiss, caress those ripe tits
of hers, and then fuck her, yes, fuck her to within an inch of her life.
Instead, he managed to inch backward a little.
"Erin... we shouldn't," he faltered, his eyes dropping again to the
sensuous grace of her unadorned breasts.
"We shouldn't... what?" she queried boldly.
"We... you shouldn't... tease a man like that!" he gasped, feeling his
face flush. Yes, that's what she was doing, teasing him with her naked tits, her
sulky voice, her veiled hints. Well, she'd better watch her step, or she'd get
more than she bargained for!
"I'm-not-teasing!" she enunciated, her hand slowly reaching for the
side zip of her brief black skirt. With a horrified stare, he watched as she
eased the skirt down over her full hips, slipping it down her thighs, and
kicking it aside as it reached her ankles, leaving her nude except for a tiny
pair of bikini briefs the same startling red as her bra.
"For God's sake, Erin, anyone could come in..." Glen gasped, his eyes
riveted on the golden triangle of pubic curls squashed beneath the sheer fabric
of her panties.
"So what?" Erin laughed. "You're a man, and I'm a woman. What we
do is our business... isn't it?"
"You're crazy!" Glen rasped. "You'd better get dressed before...
before I...."
"Before you go out of your mind?" she taunted, moving in a little
circle around the demented man.
"That's right, you teasing little bitch!" Glen rasped, his control
snapping like a straw inside him. "You can't expect to go prancing around
in front of a man, naked like that, and not affect him. You should know what
this could lead to, the temptation you're putting my way. I'm only flesh and
blood, and this is more than any man can take!" He railed on, his mouth dry
and his voice hoarse, fighting to control the demons of lust which were
mutinying inside him. She continued to look at him with her mocking eyes.
"Poor Glen!" she clucked, her hand dropping down and cradling the
considerable bulge of his swollen prick in her palm. "What are you getting
so uptight about?" she crooned as she began to massage the growing organ,
feeling it pulse hotly in her hand.
Perspiration broke out on Glen's face. What the hell did she think she was
doing? Poor Glen indeed! She thought she could twist him around her little
finger. Well, he'd show her he wasn't the milquetoast she thought he was!
"Now listen, Erin," he began, but her hand was already drawing down
the zipper of his pants, and his demented cock, rejoicing in its sudden freedom,
leaped up, cleaving the air, the red bulbous head grotesque in its palpitating
arousal. His mouth hinged open as he stared down at the apparition of his own
blood-engorged prick, and he moaned from the tremendous contact between her cool
fingers and his heated, throbbing flesh. Her hands stroked and kneaded the
elongated rod, drawing it out into an even greater length and Glen felt
powerless to do anything but stand there and allow his new employee to stroke
his ever hardening cock in her masterful, exciting way.
"Mmmm, what a nice big cock you've got, Glen!" Erin hummed, continuing
her rhythmic pummeling of his pulsating organ, "I just know I'm going to
enjoy working for you."
Her hand reached in and cupped the squirming sac of his testicles in her palm,
and Glen felt rising shivers of ecstasy course through him, emanating from the
sensitive balls. Glen leaned back against the edge of the stall, lost in the
sensual reverie that Erin was weaving around him. God, her hand felt so good on
his cock, stroking and kneading like that... it was a long time since he'd felt
a hot hand on his prick... too long, in fact... Anna never touched him there...
Anna! The memory of his wife jarred him back to reality. She could easily walk
in here, find him like this, being stroked and caressed by this young voluptuous
agricultural student! It would mean the end of everything, their marriage, all
they had worked for! She'd never forgive him!
With a tortured groan, he wrenched back from Erin and backed out of the stall.
His face burning, he stuffed his long suffering penis back into his pants, and
hurried over and turned off the milking motor.
I don't know what came over me..." he mumbled. I must've been crazy;
anybody could have come in!" Unable to meet her gaze, Glen hurried over to
the cows, and began to undo the clusters frenziedly, his fingers shaking.
"Glen!" Erin's soft voice was directly behind him. Squatting to remove
the clusters from the cow's teats, he half-turned and saw Erin standing directly
behind him.
"My God!" he gasped, the milk-clusters falling from his hands. She was
stark naked! She was standing with her legs slightly apart, and he could just
barely see the faint pink sheen of her pussy lips peeping out from under the
soft resilient thatch of golden curls. His throat felt arid, and his voice
failed him. He could only stare. She was like a creature from another world. A
strange, exotic female who towered over him, and was omnipotent. She held the
power to transmit incredible sensual ecstasy to him, and he was her slave.
"Erin?" he managed to croak feebly.
And then she was beside him, kneeling on the soft straw, pushing him gently
back. He was unresisting, borne along on the wind of her tremendous sexuality.
He was completely in her power, and yielded as she once more freed the heated
protuberance of his bulging cock. He sighed an uncontrollable moan as it sprang
up from the forest of his pubic hair and gasped again as her fingers once more
encircled it, pulling on it gently. Her fingers were easing off his pants, and
were titillating along his thighs, sending chills of pleasure rippling up and
down and along his skin, and kindling great flames of heat deep in the pit of
his stomach. Like a robot, his hands reached up eagerly for the target they
yearned, and grabbed the full soft mounds of her tender breasts, and clutched at
the delicate flesh with his talon-like fingers, making her wince from the sudden
pain, and leaving little red welts on the smooth white skin. His fingers drubbed
the hard little beads of her nipples, rubbing them mercilessly, tugging on them
until they were rigid little spears. Beside him, the cow fidgeted nervously,
anxious over the unaccustomed disturbance at her feet, and Glen felt a moment's
paralyzing fear lest her hooves lash out at his prostrate body. But all
practical consideration fled from his brain as he felt his young milk maid
settle herself over him, her long smooth thighs straddling his naked hips and
Glen could feel the graze of her soft curling pubic hair as it brushed against
his naked stomach. Still grasping his distended cock in her hand, she began to
guide it towards the warm grasping furrow of her cunt, and Glen sighed with
pleasure as he felt the hard rubbery head caress the soft delicate tissue
already moist with expectation.
She began to sweep the bulging head of his inflated prick along the length of
her pulsating cuntal split, and the fluted edges of her moistly glistening inner
lips clung tenaciously to his hard masculine flesh, and the bulbous head became
lubricated with her free-flowing vaginal juices. His head was swirling and a
wave of pleasure, such as he had not experienced in a long time, was washing
over him again and again, and with each cleansing wave, he was laved of any
doubts and fears he might have had. Gone was all worry about his wife or anyone
else finding him stretched out with his naked young female employee; gone
completely was any fear of discovery. All that mattered was the unbelievable
thrill of ecstasy he was feeling and which he knew would mount up to an
incredible crescendo of hedonistic delight.
"Mmmmm," Erin sighed, "your cock feels so good against my
pussy."
The lewd words coming from the young, innocent faced girl's lips excited Glen
even more and he felt lust mushrooming inside him and threatening to turn him
into a raving beast. His hands flew down and grasped the girl's slim tapering
hips, and held her in a vise-like grip. Hungrily, he began to rotate her entire
pelvis until she was revolving over the spongy cap of his burgeoning penis still
grasped firmly in her hand. Gingerly, she began to position herself over the
jutting instrument, easing down, until she had managed to insert the huge
distended head up inside the tender inner folds of her pussy.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh," she sighed, accustoming herself to the hard feeling of
a heavy, pounding prick inside her. But the initial contact unleashed the fury
of Glen's lust, and with a savage snarl, he crashed the helpless girl's pelvis
downward, driving his thick rod upwards with flesh-splitting cruelty.
"AAAARRRRGHHHHHHHH," Erin screamed out and struggled in a vain attempt
to dislodge the terrible instrument from her unsuspecting depths. But she was
completely skewered, and the fleshy hair-lined outer lips of her pulsing pussy
were resting on the tickling nest of Glen's blond pubic forest. Beside them, the
cow snorted, frightened by the ear-piercing scream, and began to paw the ground
ominously.
Glen's fingers clawed at the soft resilient flesh of Erin's smooth rounded
buttocks as he raised her loins upward, feeling her sensitive inner membrane
cling to his hard fleshy rod as her heated vaginal sheath slid upwards. He held
her poised above him, leaving just the hard burgeoning head still buried inside
her, and then he crashed her down again, feeling the spongy global mounds of her
buttocks flatten down against his pubic area as his tunneling prick plunged far
up inside her, cleaving her unaccustomed flesh with cruel obstinacy. He could
feel the pliant entrance of her cringing womb yield before his unabated
onslaught and a gasp of mingled shock and excitement escaped her as she felt the
unexpected pressure so deep up inside her impaled belly.
Erin's eager pussy had accustomed itself to the ponderous girth of Glen's
trammeling penis, and she began to move up and down freely, establishing a yo-yo
like rhythm. Glen's palpitating cock seemed to expand even more inside her and
she responded with a gentle tentative flexing of her practiced inner muscle
which seemed to excite him to even greater lust. His hands shot up eagerly and
enfolded the enticing orbs of her breasts in his palms, and they rubbed and
caressed her throbbing flesh, sending chill after chill curdling through her
blood, making passion pulse hotly through her veins.
"Oh God, Glen," she gasped, her hands clutching at his tensely corded
thighs, "your hands feel good on my tits, as good as your cock feels inside
me."
Tremors of passion were spasming through Glen. Erin's lewd words of praise sent
lurid shivers running up and down his spine and doubled the already incredible
pleasure he was feeling. He could hardly believe what was happening! Only this
morning, this girl was a complete stranger, newly arrived from Agricultural
School, and now, after a turn of events which had left him breathless, they were
fucking, or rather, she was fucking him! Yes, she was the one who had seduced
him, and who was now riding him like a savage Indian girl on a half-wild
mustang, her thighs clenching his hips viciously, and the soft inner hole up
between her legs milking furiously on his rampaging cock. He had never
experienced anything like this before - stretching out on the soft golden straw,
being screwed by a real woman - because that's what Erin was, there was no doubt
about that. Beside him, the cow lowed deeply, finally accepting the strange,
nakedly writhing couple beside her, and Glen felt her breath, warm and sweet
scented, wafting gently over his perspiring face.
Glen glanced up and saw that Erin's face was coated with perspiration, her mouth
was half open, and her head was flung back. Her luxuriant coils of curls had
become undone and her silky flaxen hair was streaming down like a silver stream
over her bare creamy shoulders. He had released his savage hold on her breasts
and now the full ripe spheres were bobbing from her exertion, the reddish-brown
nipples jutting out like berries, and the brown aureoles were crinkled in their
contracted excitement. His lust-glazed eyes traveled down the length of her
magnificent body, coated with moisture, reveling in the soft yet supple
milkiness of it, the provocative curve of her womanly hips, the lemon-colored
fleece of pubic down which meshed so indistinguishably with his own. Her long
slender thighs were like alabaster columns and Glen could see that the inner
tendons stood out like whipcord against the ivory inner skin. She continued to
grind wildly up and down on his jerking prick, making a little teasing rotary
movement as she rose up. Her fingers slipped around behind her squirming
buttocks and stroked the squirming sac of his testicles in a sudden swift
movement which sent his roiling sperm into a frenzy of churning liquid deep
inside the darkness of his balls.
"Christ, Erin," he panted through the breathlessness of his mounting
passion, "you're, you're incredible! Oh God, keep tickling my balls like
that!"
Glen felt a rush of heat that started in the pit of his stomach rise up in an
overpowering curtain and steam through him, and at the same time, his cock began
to jerk uncontrollably and the ache in his writhing balls had become unbearable.
"AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH, keep fucking, keep fucking, I'm cumming! I'm
CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGGG!!!"
And then his body was caught up in a gigantic whirlwind, and he thought he would
lose consciousness because a blackness appeared in front of his eyes, and he
felt he was drifting away, but his faltering rationality was arrested by Erin's
own hoarse screams.
"Oh God Glen, I'm cumming too. I'm... AAAHHHHHHH... !!" And she was
cumming too, her pelvis pounding against his like gigantic waves against
storm-tossed rocks. Her fingers were like razor-sharp spears cutting into the
flesh of his hips, and the interior muscle of her vaginal sheath was an
insatiable entity of its own. It was sucking, demanding, and getting, its
life-giving quencher of his thick store of semen, which suddenly began to spurt
along the pulsating tube of his spasming penis and hose hotly up into the heated
cavern of her pussy. Almost immediately it seemed, the frothy liquid trickled
back down around his pumping prick and seeped into the matted pubic curls,
already moistened with the shower of her orgasmic release. The cow was blowing
hot puffs of breath down onto Glen's steaming face, her big liquid brown eyes
staring in boggled amazement at her two temporary stall companions. Her big, wet
white nose just touched Glen's face as the last heave convulsed his dying prick
and he emptied the final drop of his boiling semen into Erin's still hungrily
twitching pussy. At last, the exhausted girl collapsed onto his panting body,
and his now limp prick slipped easily from her wet, cock-stretched passage.
"That, that was the best fuck I've ever had!" Glen acknowledged
gratefully. And it was. There was something about the spontaneity of the act
which impassioned him to fever pitch, and the girl's own total sexuality, and
lack of restraint, unleashed a similar characteristic in him. "You're quite
a girl, Erin," he added admiringly.
"You're a real man yourself, Boss," Erin praised, smiling down at him.
"You sure know how to please a girl!"
She lay her face down on his chest so he couldn't see her widening grin. Things
are working out just great, she thought happily. She had been thrilled when she
had met her new boss, captivated right away by his virile good looks, and now
she had discovered that he had above average talent in other respects, too. Yes,
she murmured to herself, I think I'm going to enjoy myself very much on this
job!
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Chapter 3.
Reluctant Rape
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Anna threw her corduroy jacket over her shoulders and stepped out into the yard.
There was a slight breeze which alleviated some of the premature heat of early
May, and she began to amble towards the barns. She was glad the house was a
short distance away from them - she didn't think she could stand it if the
animals were milling about directly outside the front door. There was nobody
about and Anna was grateful for that. She didn't feel like talking to anyone
this morning, and particularly not to Erin, who turned out to be a very
talkative type, always anxious to engage herself or anyone else in conversation.
Anna had seen her several times talking to Russell in the yard, and she had
caught several glimpses of Glen and Erin laughing intimately together.
Glen himself had been very incommunicative when she brought up the subject of
the new dairy help and how she was working out. Of course, she reflected, after
that dreadful fight they'd had, she couldn't expect him to confide in her. She
wished now that she hadn't been so hasty in accusing him of being interested in
Erin; that she had kept her suspicions to herself, but the damage was done, and
now she couldn't help thinking that there was something going on between them.
It was several days now since they'd had that fight and Glen usually tried to
make up with her right away after such an argument, regardless of whose fault it
was, but this time, he just didn't seem to care. That was the part that hurt, he
didn't seem to care anymore what she thought or felt. She felt it was a stroke
of luck that he'd gone into town early this morning and wouldn't be back until
tomorrow. It would give her time to think, and maybe even plan some strategy for
getting back in his good books. But if he is really interested in that girl, I
don't know what I'll do, she worried, and afraid she might have gone too far.
She hated to admit it to herself, but there was no denying that Erin was really
attractive, and she had a slow, sensual way about her that Anna knew was
exciting to men. She felt a twinge of jealousy stab at her, and tried to banish
from her mind the nagging suggestion, almost a certainty, she feared, that Glen
had become involved with the new dairy maid. No matter what happened, she didn't
want to lose Glen. But should I just sit back and let him play around with that
little blonde right under my nose? She argued. Almost painfully, she thought
again of the cache of pornographic pictures she'd discovered, lewd filthy
photographs of Glen in disgusting positions with different women. The shock of
finding them still affected her, and her subsequent action of getting aroused by
them shamed her through and through. She didn't even allow herself to think of
that evening, when she had shamelessly fingered her own pussy and actually
reached a climax, all from the sensations, evil, wicked sensations, aroused in
her by the vile snapshots. Every time the thought came into her mind, when the
memory tried to torment her, she had brushed them back into oblivion, waiting
for time to erase the sharp-honed edge of her humiliation.
"Good morning, Mrs. Haak," a voice sang out suddenly behind her. It
was Russell Seavers, and Anna, turning around, saw that he was leading Jacob,
the donkey stallion.
"Good morning, Russell," she replied, feigning cheerfulness, and
immediately turning her attention to the animal. She hated having anything to do
with the hired hand. She never knew what to say to him, always being afraid of
sounding too familiar, or worse still, acting very haughty with him. She began
to stroke the donkey's strong arched neck.
"Jacob seems to be in fine shape," she mused, running her eyes
admiringly over the animal's sleek black and white body.
"All the exercise he gets keeps him trim," Russell smirked, and Anna
turned to look at him.
"I thought he's kept inside for the season," Anna puzzled. The donkeys
were the only animals she was really interested in on the farm, and it was she
who had encouraged Glen to keep them in the first place. They were becoming very
popular everywhere, and top quality foals could fetch very high prices. They had
ten mares, and just this one stallion.
"That's what I mean," Russell leered. "His mares keep him busy,
and he sure knows how to rise that big rod of his. Yes sir," he went on,
staring intently at her, "them she-donkeys sure seem to love that long
prick of his shoved far up in their, well, you know."
"How-how dare you!" Anna gasped, her face scarlet, mortified with
embarrassment at the farmhand's lewd words. Who did he think she was, that he
could talk to her like that, use such filthy language in her presence? Anger
seethed inside her like bubbling oil, threatening to overflow and scald
everything within distance. But she managed to control her feelings and said in
a low, even voice: "Please watch your language, Russell. Mr. Haak does not
tolerate obscenities, and I would hate to have to report your despicable
behavior to him." Even to her own ears, her words sounded dictatorial and
stuffy, but her shock was still electrically alive inside her, and she was
incensed at the liberty the worker had taken with her. She had a good mind to
tell Glen, and perhaps even have Russell fired for his insolence.
Russell looked the picture of the abject servant. He held his old cap in his
hand, and his reddish-gray hair glinted in the morning sun. His head was
slightly bent and Anna saw with satisfaction that his face was suitably blanched
with fear and consternation. Jacob stood by calmly, seemingly totally unaware of
the minor drama his presence had caused. Without another word, Anna stalked
away, leaving Russell glaring after her. Fucking bitch, he spat. Can't even take
a joke. Well, she'll get her come-uppance one of these days; I'll see to that!
In fact, tonight just might not be a bad time!
Anna felt irked by the sound of the back doorbell. She had just settled down to
watch TV, and was looking forward to relaxing for a few hours. She had spent
most of the day in the garden, digging and transplanting the seedlings she had
sown in the spring, and she felt tired and wind burned when she finally came
into the house and fixed a cold supper for herself. The heavy physical work of
gardening had taken her mind off her worries, and now she had been hoping that
the television would do the same, and that she would feel sleepy after watching
a few shows, as she usually did, and that she would then drop off easily to
sleep.
With a sigh, she got up and went through the kitchen and opened the door. She
experienced a flicker of distaste that coupled with her annoyance when she saw
who was there.
"Good evening, Russell," she said tonelessly, not bothering to hide
her irritation.
Sorry to bother you, ma'am," Russell muttered, fidgeting with his cap, his
eyes downcast. "But the fuses went in the barn an' I can't see to do my
work."
"Well, I think I've got some in the kitchen," Anna said curiously
relieved that he had a legitimate reason for calling on her so late in the
evening. She found, somewhat to her surprise, that she had a new fear of the
farm worker, a fear born from his distasteful remarks to her that morning. She
sensed that there was an underlying hostility or arrogance in his attitude to
her, and that his disrespect was a form of that aggression.
She noticed with displeasure that he had followed her into the kitchen, and
willing herself to take no notice of him, began to look for the fuses. She
wasn't quite sure where they were and rummaged around in the kitchen drawer.
They weren't there and she knew that they must be on the top shelf of the
kitchen cabinet, where she kept the electric light bulbs.
"I'll get them, ma'am," Russell suggested when she told him, but she
declined. She couldn't stand the thought of his dirty, and she supposed, clumsy
hands on her clean kitchen cupboard, and unable to suppress a sigh, pulled the
kitchen steps over in position. Mounted on the third step, she noticed that
Russell had moved even closer to her so that he was almost directly under her.
Thank goodness I'm wearing slacks she thought as she groped around for the
fuses. Relieved to find them easily, she began to descend, thinking maybe now
he'll go away and leave me alone.
Suddenly, she stiffened. The blood pulsed wildly in her veins and a sudden wave
of heat engulfed her and threatened to overcome her. She just couldn't believe
what was happening. His hands were on her buttocks, feeling them, squeezing them
- he was actually caressing her back there!
She didn't know what to do. Fear washed over her, followed quickly by revulsion,
disgust, and anger. She hesitated for a split second on the steps. Should she
order him to stop, or should she just ignore it? If she got angry, perhaps she
might intimidate him, but on the other hand, he was brazen enough to touch her
like that, and he might get violent. But conversely, if she just ignored him,
might he not interpret that as an invitation to continue? Oh God, what should I
do? She wondered wildly. His work-coarsened hands continued their lewd
manipulation of her softly yielding asscheeks, kneading and clutching, and it
seemed to the agonized woman that an eternity passed in those few seconds. Then,
she could stand it no longer.
"Take your hands off me, you disgusting old man!" she shrieked, almost
falling from the steps in her sudden angry horror. Relieved, she found herself
on the ground once more, and gave vent to her feelings.
"How dare you? How dare you put your hands on me? I'll see you're fired for
this. Your impertinence today was enough, but you've gone too far this
time!" She stood glaring at him, panting from her exasperated speech, her
green eyes flashing like sparkling emeralds.
"No need for you to get on your high horse with me, lady," Russell
leered, an arrogant sneer on his weather-beaten face, "'cause I know what
you're really like!"
Anna was thrown off balance by his unexpected retort. She had anticipated
apologies, sullenness, even a denial, but she had not expected him to be so
completely defiant.
"What do you mean?" she asked, striving to keep a condescending tone
in her voice. Her eyes swept contemptuously over his stout figure, and she
imagined she saw him cringe under her proud stare.
"Hmmm, guess not even your husband knows what you get up to when he's not
around," he said contemplatively, and Anna's heart missed a beat. Just what
did he mean? He was acting so strangely, not at all intimidated. She was
beginning to feel worried. There was something menacing about this sudden change
in their hired hand, and her pulse quickened in fear. She thought about
screaming, but knew it was futile, because the other workers were in their
quarters on the far side of the barns, and besides, the television in the lounge
was blaring, and likely to drown out any cries for help she might make. Russell
moved closer to her again, and she drew back suddenly from his insidiously
searching hand which reached out and touched her hip.
"Get-get away from me!" she gasped, her terror mounting.
"C'mon now, honey, I happen to know you need a little lovin'!" Russell
rasped, his eyes roaming freely over her trembling figure.
"I-I don't know what you mean!" she stammered. What was he hinting
about?
"Don't play dumb with me, baby, 'cause ol' Russell knows more about you
than you think!" There was a new ominous sound in his voice, an ugly,
threatening note.
Anna's heart raced with fear. He seemed to have something on his mind, something
he was trying to threaten her with.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she said defiantly, hoping
to inject her voice with courage.
"Let's put it this way!" he taunted, rubbing his hands together.
"You had a real nice time cleaning out the office the other day, didn't ya?"
Anna blanched, and suddenly her throat felt dry. She could only stare in
horrified amazement at the triumphantly grinning figure of the workman. She just
couldn't believe that she had heard him correctly, yet the enormity of the
implication of his remark was slowly etching itself on her disbelieving brain.
"No, no!" she gasped, unable to stop herself.
"Oh yes!" Russell laughed, delighted at the effect of his bombshell on
her. He was glad he'd waited to drop it on her, strung her out a little first,
got her ready for the big one. "Yessirree," he went on, unable to
relinquish his stunning victory over her, "cleanin' out the office was a
real pleasure for you that day."
Anna continued to stare in numbed silence at him. Did he know? Had he seen her?
Was that what he was hinting at, that he'd seen her looking at those
pornographic pictures, seen her pushing her own panties down to her knees and
fingering herself, seen her reach orgasm?
"What I do is my own business," she said flatly. She felt devoid of
all strength, completely stripped of the will to put in his place this lewd
uncouth worker who was bent on tormenting her.
"It sure is," he conceded, "but I'd say them glossy pictures are
Glen's business, too."
Did he know about the pictures, too? She thought wildly, suddenly desperate to
get away from this vile man.
"Will you please leave?" she said in a tone of quiet command, but
Russell only edged forward, and then suddenly, grabbed her by the wrist, pulling
her close to him. His other arm closed tightly around her, and he peered with
lewd suggestion down at her.
"I could tell you really liked them colored pictures; you got real heated
up when you looked at them, didn't ya?"
Anna was paralyzed with fear. She was afraid to struggle, afraid to waken his
real anger, which she sensed was lurking near to the surface of his demented
personality. She decided that if she ignored him, he might get tired of his
little game.
"That one where they were 69-ing is a real winner, ain't it?" Russell
taunted. "That's your husband in the photograph, and did ya see the size of
his cock jammed into the broad's mouth?" Anna felt a rush of nausea, and
fought to keep herself from retching. He's insane, her mind screamed, you're not
safe with him. Oh God help me.
"...and did ya see her pussy, all red and juicy and ready? I bet Mr. Haak
really liked getting his tongue in that little hole!"
"Oh stop it! Stop it!" Anna screamed suddenly, beginning to struggle
wildly, unable to take any more of her captor's leering obscenities.
"Whatsa matter, honey?" he leered, his hand tightening roughly around
her breast, crushing it painfully through her cashmere sweater. "Don'cha
wanna talk about them pictures?"
"No, No, please leave me alone!" she whimpered, her reason deserting
her and leaving her a cringing mass of fear and bewilderment.
"How did ya like the one where Mr. Haak was giving it to the blonde in the
ass?" Russell taunted again, and Anna felt a fresh shudder of revulsion
convulse her. As if by magic, a startling clear reproduction of that vile
photograph leaped into the terrified woman's mind, and she could see the lewd
scene finely etched on her brain - the straining white mounds of the girl's
buttocks, the tiny pink ring of her ass nestled between the creamy spheres;
Glen's hugely distended penis already inserted in the tiny puckered entrance.
She couldn't banish the lurid apparition from her mind, and she felt suddenly
that she was going mad. She wanted to scream, to shriek and wail, do anything to
shatter the terrifying reality which encircled her, a reality of disgusting
perversity, peopled by such lascivious monsters as Russell Seavers and her own
husband, Glen. Part of the revolting present was the hired hand's tight
convulsive clasp on her breast, and even as awareness sunk once more into her
brain, she felt that same hand slip down along the curve of her waist and once
more cup her buttock, squeezing it intimately in a lustful gesture. Anna felt
totally devoid of control over her own body and mind. Something had snapped in
her when she had finally realized that this lowly farm worker had witnessed her
surrender to her own lewd response to the filthy pictures, and now she realized
his domination over her was complete when he had revealed an intimate knowledge
of those same dirty photographs. Had Glen shown them to his employee? How many
other people had he shown them to? New, more frightening thoughts alarmed the
despondent woman. How long had Russell been aware of Glen's infidelities? Had
Russell felt pity for her, Glen's wife, every time he saw her, knowing of Glen's
secret life?
Anna was barely aware of Russell's hand insinuating itself into the waistband of
her slacks, flicking open the button, pulling down the zipper. Her racing, panic
stricken mind occupied all her attention. The wife is always the last to know.
The hackneyed statement jumped into her mind, and taunted her. Yes, she thought
bitterly, I was the last one to know - even the farm hand knew before I did! Her
heart somersaulted inside her as she felt Russell's wandering hand press against
the softness of her belly and move downwards toward the panty-clad mound of her
pubic triangle. Oh God, what is happening? she thought wildly, really aware for
the first time that the farm worker's hand was actually inside her slacks and
was edging down towards her now trembling pussy!
"Oh God, stop it! STOP IT!!" she shrieked, struggling wildly. She
couldn't let this happen - no matter what, she had to stop his lewd advances
before they got any further. Her startling thoughts had thrown her off balance,
putting her off guard, and now, this revolting man was trying to fondle her down
there!
"Hold still, baby," Russell rasped hoarsely, "and let ol' Russell
give ya li'l pussy what your two-timin' husband has been neglectin'."
Anna stood stock still. Did he know that Glen hadn't made love to her in weeks?
Had Glen told him? Oh God, it was too much to bear! Russell took advantage of
her immobility and eased his hand inside the flimsy nylon protection of her
panties and slipped down to the soft, hair-covered pelt of her pussy. The
fingers hesitated there for a moment before slipping upwards and teasing slowly
into the warm moist furrow of her pussy.
A shudder coursed through Anna as she felt his hard insistent fingers down
between her thighs on her naked genitals. She felt powerless to move. There was
something irrevocable about his intrusion there - as if there was nothing to
fight any more. He had forced his hand inside her panties - she had allowed
things to get this far - and now, there was nothing she could do about it! She
felt broken, a victim of events initiated by her husband when he had first
started being unfaithful to her. His illicit actions had started the ball
rolling for her subsequent acquiescence to the farm worker's lewd manual play.
It was Glen's fault!
Russell's fingers probed and searched in the softly yielding cuntal folds,
exploring the smooth, slightly pulsating lips, teasing about with confident
insistence. Anna was surprised at her own reaction to another man's hand between
her legs. She knew it was partly because of her disembodiment from physical
feeling, but couldn't deny that the strange fingers didn't feel bad down there.
"How d'ya like it, honey?" Russell hissed lewdly, "better than
fingerfucking yourself isn't it?" Unwillingly, Anna admitted the memory of
her own frantic fingering of her excited pussy, her scurrilous search for
release. Shame flooded through her at the thought of how she had writhed under
her own probing fingers, how she had squirmed her naked buttocks around lewdly
in orgasm as she plunged her fingers deeper and deeper inside her. What was
happening to her? First, she had enjoyed her own lewd masturbation, and now she
was beginning to like the hired hand's fingers working deeper now up inside her
gradually moistening pussy! No, it can't be! Her mind screamed, it can't be
happening to me! But there was no doubt now about it - she couldn't deny it. She
was beginning to ENJOY Russell's fingers in her pussy, and in spite of her
mind's horror, her traitorous body was beginning to undulate gently in time to
the farm worker's insistent fingers between her thighs.
Russell felt a surge of triumph on sensing her submission to him. There was no
denying that she was beginning to like it - he could feel a tiny, but sensuous
flexing beginning inside her trembling pussy, and her whole body was beginning
to shiver in anticipatory pleasure. He had won, he, the lowly farm worker, had
succeeded in taming this heretofore haughty wife of his boss, who had so often
looked down her nose at him! He could hardly believe his luck in catching her
playing with herself in front of those dirty pictures of her husband in the
study that afternoon.
Tiny mewls of pleasure began to spew from Anna's lips and she leaned back
against Russell and began to writhe, her loins churning in simulation of
copulatory rhythm. She was being subjugated by the betrayal in her body, her
will to resist curbed by the greater mastery of desire. Awareness of the reality
of the situation was fading; consciousness of the growing tingle in her pussy
was taking its place.
"How does that feel now, Mrs. Haak?" Russell breathed. "How do my
fingers feel touching your pussy? His other hand was working at her firm rounded
breast, squeezing and tweaking the hard turgid nipple through her sweater. Then,
with a sudden upward movement between her legs, he ground his fingers hard into
the wetly throbbing opening of her cuntal passage and wormed their stubby tips
far up inside her.
"Ooohhhhhhhhhh..." Anna moaned, jolted by the searing entry, tormented
by the grating of his nails against her sensitive inner membrane. His fingers
continued their wild rotary plundering inside her, and Anna felt weird new
sensations cavort through her body. Oh God, this is better than when I did it,
she thought helplessly in the daze of her passion, as she pressed her now
hungrily pulsating clitoral bud down on the relieving hardness of Russell's
hand.
"You really love it now, don't you, babe?" he gloated, hardly daring
to believe that this was really happening to him, that his own boss' proud
little wife was really squirming under his manipulation.
"Oh yes," she hissed through passion-clenched teeth, "Oh yes, it
feels so good. Mmmmmmmmm!!!"
Anna's entire crotch was a throbbing mass of aroused nerve endings, and she felt
as if an uncontrollable fire had been kindled there. Her clitoris felt round and
hard and was pulsing strongly with the heated blood of desire, and the swollen
fleshy outer lips of her hair-lined split were moist with passion. Chills
rippled through her spine which contrasted with the heat which was rising from
her groin, rising up to cover her face and neck in a hot, rosy flush.
She was moaning uncontrollably now, unconscious of everything but the delicious
pleasure which was seeping into every crack and crevice in her weary body and
infusing her with a joy she hadn't experienced for a long time. She felt as if
she was soaring on the wings of some magical mythical bird which was flying high
and taking her to a warm heavenly place where he could deposit her in a
comfortable nest where nothing or no one would ever harm her again.
And suddenly, she was there, in that unreachable nest, gliding down into a
feathery resting place.
"Oooohhhhhhhhh," she chanted, "I'm there, and oh it's so
good!" Her hips were jerking in a heathen rhythm, and she was mashing her
pussy down onto Russell Seavers' tiring hand in ceaseless motion, and her hotly
seeping pussy juices simmered down onto his fingers and lubricated them
completely as they continued to instigate new and exciting pleasure inside her.
Then, finally, when the heated sensations of passion had subsided and her body
was reduced to convulsive twitching, a blanketing peace came over her and
suddenly he left her alone to slumber in her long sought magic nest.
Anna didn't know how long she was asleep, and it was dark when she woke.
Blindly, she groped her way into the bedroom, and threw herself down on the bed,
not bothering to remove her slacks or sweater. Her slacks were slipping down
around her hips, but she was too tired to care. All the feeling of pleasure had
deserted her body, leaving her an empty shell of misery and guilt. She could
hardly allow her mind to dwell on the disgusting event from which she was just
recovering, and her brain, almost jeeringly, refused to even reconsider the
delight her body had experienced, but insisted in emphasizing the lewd aspect of
her abhorrent submission to the farm hand's lewd handling of her naked pussy.
Feelings of self-loathing rose up in her and filled her with contempt for her
own weakness. Kaleidoscopic pictures of her husband in different pictures with
different girls, performing different prurient acts of self-gratification
tripped through her mind, lascivious embroidery on the photographs she had
actually seen, and they tormented her into a state of humiliated frenzy, until
finally she dropped off into a fitful, disturbed sleep, her mind insisting in a
last crippling blow, you're as bad as he is.
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Chapter 4.
Snooping Does Not Pay
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"For God's sake, Anna, will you stop shouting? Do you want everyone on the
farm to hear you?" Glen was getting exasperated. Ever since he'd come back
to the house for dinner, she'd been nagging at him, and it was getting to be
more than he could take. It had been like this for several days now. It seemed
to him that his wife was forever harping on at him, like a harridan, about one
thing or another, and nothing he did pleased her. She seemed to be particularly
distressed ever since he came back from town, and he wondered worriedly if she
had found out about him and Erin. He felt a lightening of his worry when he
thought of his blond dairy helper - if it weren't for her and the comfort she
gave him over the last week or so, he'd have gone out of his mind.
"You mean you don't want your little blonde girlfriend to hear, isn't that
it?" Anna shrieked bitterly. She knew that she was acting like a bad wife,
but she didn't care. The last few days had been hell for her. Tormented with
guilt over the episode with their hired man when she had joyfully reached orgasm
from his manipulation, she had taken out her feelings on her unsuspecting
husband. The fact that he was rather furtive and silent with her didn't help
matters, and although she longed for some sign of warmth from him, her nagging
and complaining prohibited any show of tenderness. Consumed with guilt over her
own infidelity, she had no trouble in imagining her husband to be engaged in
similar action, and she was haunted in particular by the photographs she had
uncovered. She felt she couldn't trust him - he had concealed a period of
stealth and deceit from her, a period when he had had numerous adulterous
affairs, and she had no reason now to think he was not continuing his old ways.
"You think I don't notice," She went on relentlessly, "but I saw
you with your arm around that hussy yesterday! Where were you taking her, into
the cow stall to screw the little slut?"
Glen flinched under her verbal assault. He hadn't realized that she'd noticed
his friendliness with Erin, and hoped that she was only guessing wildly about
what was going on.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Glen retorted, feigning nonchalance, his heart
thudding at the memory of how he had in fact lead Erin towards the hay barn. He
tingled even now at the memory of the passionate fire of their fucking, how her
creamy, resilient body had fused with his as they writhed nakedly together on
the hay, how she had welcomed him inside her with all the certainty of true
womanhood. He shivered as he remembered how her tight, eager young pussy had
felt as it had contracted like warm, throbbing liver around his pumping organ,
how her pliant fleshy breasts felt under his caressing hands, how her full ripe
lips felt as they returned his ardent kiss.
"Hah, you're thinking about her now, aren't you?" Anna taunted,
glaring with blazing eyes at him. "Have you forgotten about all the
others?" She felt a stab of triumph when she noticed his sudden crimsoning,
his quick look of worried fear.
"You didn't think I knew, did you?" she jeered, enjoying the look of
perplexity that masked his face. She hadn't meant to throw it up to him about
the other women in his life, but somehow, the expression of rapt pleasure he
assumed when she knew he was thinking about HER, unleashed the green-eyed
monster in her, and she couldn't hold back.
"W-what do you mean?" Glen said lamely. A worried knot of agitation
was churning in his stomach, and he had an ominous premonition that Anna had
found out about his affairs.
"This is what I mean, you cheating bastard!" Anna snapped, holding
aloft a bundle of photographs, which Glen recognized with a sinking heart. She
had found them!
"Have you forgotten about this blonde," Anna jeered, waving a
snapshot, "the one you're screwing in the ass?"
Glen blanched under his wife's taunting obscenities.
"That's enough," he said, his voice icy cold.
"What about that cute redhead, the one whose pussy you were licking and
sucking? Have you forgotten her already?" Anna went on hysterically.
"Give me those photographs, Anna," Glen commanded calmly, although he
was in emotional turmoil. He had dreaded Anna ever finding those lewd
incriminations, and told himself that he should have destroyed them. Now he was
paying for his procrastination. He had no idea how he was going to extricate
himself from the results of his indiscretions, but he would worry about that
later. All that mattered now was recovering the snapshots.
"Give-me-the-photographs," he enunciated again, and Anna felt a quiver
of fear. But she was determined not to give in.
"Like hell I will!" she taunted, and Glen, aggravated by her
obstinacy, made a grab for them. Laughing shrilly, she held them up in the air,
and began to dodge around the sitting room, laughing and tittering at her
husband's attempts to retrieve the snapshots.
"Catch me if you can!" she yelled wildly, ducking behind the sofa.
Glen, snarling with rage, threw himself at the settee, but his agile wife
slipped out from behind it and once more prancing around the room.
"Stop that, you little bitch!" Glen spat, incensed at his wife's
mockery of him. He made another lunge at her, and this time, managed to grab her
wrist, holding her immobile.
"Now give them to me!" he ordered, his breath coming in pants from the
unaccustomed exertion.
"Never!" Anna gasped, looking wildly around the room and struggling
vainly to escape.
"I'm afraid you've no choice," Glen jeered, give them to me, or I'll
take them." Anna was desperate. Somehow withholding the coveted snapshots
from him was a symbol of some kind of victory over him, and she wasn't about to
relinquish that so easily.
"I'm waiting, Anna," Glen intoned, his fingers digging into her wrist.
"Then wait, you son of a bitch!" Anna snapped, and with a defiant look
of triumph, threw the bundle of lewd photographs onto the burning fire!
"You bitch! You goddamn little bitch!" Glen spat. She had burned his
photographs!
His fingers tightened cruelly around her wrist as he stared at the burning
photos. His raging anger had finally mastered his self-reproach, and her
spiteful sarcastic taunts echoed in his mind as the pictures burned, the glossy
sheen curling and distorting the naked forms. As flames engulfed the mass of
photographs, he pulled one away from the burning heap.
With unseeing eyes, he stared at the half-burned snapshot, the two naked figures
on it barely recognizable. Shame and indignation boiled over together in the
cauldron of his emotions, and with a growl, he threw Anna down against the large
ottoman at the foot of the sofa.
"I'll make you pay for that, you fucking little bitch!" he screamed,
clutching wildly at her cardigan and tearing it open, sending several buttons
flying, and ripping away her bra, revealing her full sensual breasts jutting out
timidly. The sight of their naked glory only seemed to inflame him further, and
he stared at the smooth ivory orbs, his face blushing beet red, and the cords of
his neck stood out like rawhide.
"What do you think of that, eh?" he snarled, thrusting the half-burned
picture in front of his terrified wife's eyes. "Is that what made you so
disgusted?"
Anna tried to turn away from him, but his hand suddenly dipped into her shiny
black hair and wrenched her head around to face the wretched remnant of
snapshot, and as her eyes swam with tears, she could barely make out the
entwining forms on the photo. The figures were distorted and crumpled, but she
could see clearly a thick, 9.5-inch blood-expanded penis imbedded in a small
pink anal ring, surrounded by soft white cheeks of deeply impaled buttocks!
Shudders of terror convulsed the cringing woman. She was deathly afraid of the
mountain of anger she had moved in her husband, and was fearful lest he lose
complete control.
"Well, how did you like that?" he shrieked, pointing at the disgusting
photograph.
"Please Glen, I'm sorry, let's...."
"It's too late now to be sorry. You're gonna have to pay for this, you
little bitch. I'm sick and tired of listening to you nag and complain. I've had
all a man can take, you goddamn spoiled bitch!" His teeth were grinding in
fury and his face wore an expression of bestial sadism. With a sudden movement,
he grabbed her thin skirt, and yanked it hard, making the zipper give, so that
he was able to rip it from her body. She lay there cowering beneath her furious
husband, clad only in a thin pair of white lacy panties.
"Oh Glen, please don't!" Anna whimpered, cringing against the ottoman,
her arms clasped protectively around her breasts, her legs drawn up to protect
the fulcrum of her body.
Glen stood over, a curious lust-satisfied look on his contorted face.
"Now let's see how brave you are!" he taunted, grabbing her again by
the wrist, and throwing her face downward on the leather-covered hassock. He
cruelly forced her face down onto the hard leather, his fingers locking in her
hair. He could hear her blubbering into the ottoman, but her terrified fear only
incensed him. His eyes traveled down the milky whiteness of her body, resting on
the graceful flare of her panty-covered hips. He could see the twin orbs of her
silky smooth ass clenched together beneath the flimsy material, and as he
stared, a jeering memory of all the nights of cold, unsatisfying sex he had
experienced with his complaining wife, came back to haunt him, and something
boiled over inside him when he realized that she had been able to make him
ashamed of his own natural masculine instincts. But even as he stared at the
shivering figure of the helpless Anna, he felt a familiar twinge that began in
the pit of his loins, and rapidly spread to send his pulsating prick climbing
into hard turgidity. He could feel his hardening rod pressuring against the
fabric of his pants, and it was hot and throbbing against his inner thigh. The
realization that she could still excite him, after what she had put him through,
angered him to boiling point.
He angrily pulled down the last vestige of decency down over his wife's
curvaceously rounded hips, and discarded the sheer panties on the floor. Her
delicate asscheeks stood out unprotected, vulnerable, the flicker pattern of the
hearth fire shining over her soft polished flesh. Barely discernable between her
quivering legs was the soft dark fleece of her pubic hair and beneath it the
faint sheen of her trembling little vaginal split. Breathing hard, Glen placed
his hands on the quivering spheres of alabaster flesh, and slowly drew the
palpitating mounds apart. Staring for a moment at the crinkled brown ring of her
little rectum, Glen reached forward and probed experimentally at it with his
finger.
"Oooohhhhhh...!!" Anna jerked forward as though she had been prodded
by a hot coal. The high sprawling ottoman blocked her effort to draw away, and
there was nothing she could do but submit. Glen's fingers were worming
mercilessly up between the tender globes, holding her painfully in place. Anna
felt resistance drain from her. Her body was helpless, to be used as he desired
- the responsibility was out of her control.
Glen ran his hands slowly up her smooth inner thigh all the way to the
hair-lined lips of her moistened cunt. "Mmmmm..." he slavered, his
balls tingling with renewed excitement. There was something luridly arousing
about the submissively kneeling posture of his wife, and he felt a soaring
feeling of power as he sensed her terrified acquiescence. His palms spread over
the smooth glossy ass-cheeks, cupping them firmly and slowly pulling them even
further apart. The skin around her ass was straining outward as he pulled
tighter and his fingers probed sharply at the puckered little ring like
punishing electric needles.
"C'mon," he rasped bitterly, "spread 'em wide, real wide!"
Anna moaned under her husband's crude demand. She tried weakly to flare her
buttocks, to do what he asked her, ever fearful of arousing his violent temper.
Glen continued to tease at the puckered little circle with his finger, relishing
her agonized cringe against the unnatural contact, while his other hand kneaded
without mercy at the soft buttock mounds. Bending his reddened face downward, he
lashed out with his long moist tongue, and swept it along the length of the
quivering crevice, leaving a shimmering wet salival path between her trembling
globes. Anna couldn't control a shudder of revulsion on feeling his tongue
there, and she could barely suppress a gasp as he suddenly bit viciously into
her pliant buttocks, covering the soft sensitive flesh with sharp little bites.
Then his pointed tongue was probing at the tiny exposed anal mouth, testing and
teasing, trying to stretch the tightly-clenched, unyielding ring of her asshole.
"Oh my God, my God," Anna sobbed, why is he doing that to me? Is this
really my own husband torturing me like this?
Glen was jubilant when he heard her fresh sobs. That'll teach the little bitch
to play games with me, he thought venomously, suddenly ripping down the zipper
of his pants, and releasing the long swollen length of his lust-hardened cock.
He sighed with relief from the feeling of freedom as the hotly throbbing rod
jutted up proudly in the air. Stretching the straining white buttocks even more,
he laid the full length of the palpitating member between her open ass-globes,
resting the smooth bloated head against the tight little opening of her ass.
Gleefully, he began to slide his heavy protuberance up and down the exposed
brownish valley, a drop of premature semen lubricating the hungrily searching
tip.
He placed the swollen head of his blood-engorged penis against the small
hairless opening, and aided by his insistent fingers, the giant rod began to
push and buffet against her nakedly defenseless rectum.
Although she tried to suppress the nauseating thought, Anna was struck by the
realization of what her husband had in mind for her. He was going to try to sink
his huge hardened penis into her rectum! His cock was good sized at 9.5 inches,
but the shaft was 8.5 inches in circumference: IT WOULD KILL HER! How could she
take it? It would tear her in half - the pain would drive her out of her mind.
And worst of all was the realization that her husband was really capable of this
depraved act! Her dazed thoughts ran back to those horrible photographs. Etched
on her mind irrevocably was the image of his animalistic penetration anally of
that lewd blonde - the look of debased pleasure on her face. Anna shivered in
revulsion and as she did, her tiny sphincter brushed against her husband's
rock-hard prick, electrifying her with the insistent reality of her own
shamefully kneeling position. Tears ran from her eyes and streamed down her
cheeks. She began to sob, low whining sounds, and struggled weakly to release
her behind from her husband's sadistic grip.
"Shut up and hold still!" Glen snarled, and Anna forced a stop to the
convulsive quivering of her body. With a sudden, vicious lunge, Glen tried to
shove his hot, throbbing prick through the tight rubbery opening. But it
wouldn't go! It was too big! It pushed harshly against the unyielding membrane
and Glen cursed softly at his momentary defeat. Anna was shaking; she couldn't
expect any escape from the depraved act that was to be performed on her. She
only clenched shut her eyes, trying not to think, hoping that whatever was going
to happen to her, would happen fast and be over with. For the very first time in
her married life, she was desperately, deathly afraid of her husband, and she
quaked under her terrifying fear.
Her face was numb from being pressed down into the leather and her whole body
ached from the cramped awkwardness of her position. For a moment, a split
second, she had been relieved that his huge penis had failed to pierce her anal
passage, and had nurtured the faint hope that he would give up his disgusting
intention. But he was trying again!
"AAAAARRRGGGHHHHHHHH!! Oh God, stop it!" A blinding, tearing pain shot
up her back bone. She felt a slight popping sensation at her ass and... OH GOD,
HE WAS IN! Her own husband was raping her rectum! The startling pain took away
her breath. The stretching, groping in her back passage was unbearable - as if
someone were trying to plug her up back there with a huge barrel cork.
Glen was surprised at the virginal tightness of her anal passage. He hadn't
expected so much resistance and his anger had steadily mounted as his patience
drained away. His hard insistent cock was demanding satisfaction, and now he had
finally inserted it just inside the tight rubbery circle.
The lust-maddened husband lurched forward again, sinking more of the enormous
shaft into his wife's tiny tortured rectum.
"UUUGGGHhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn... oh no! NOOOOooooooo...."
Anna's pelvis bucked and jerked against her husband's maniacal impalement, the
barbaric pain giving her new strength. Futilely, she twisted and gyrated, trying
to shake off the brutal skewering of her flesh, but Glen only grinned
lasciviously and inserted his massive cock farther into her inflamed back
passage, drilling mercilessly up the virginal channel.
Violent, shattering pain racked Anna's body and choked sobs caught in her
throat. She was hopelessly caught on his merciless rod. Glen pulled at her hips
in a relentless, inflexible grip, flexing his loins as he inched even deeper
into her tightly resisting sheath. She squirmed desperately, tugging her split
asscheeks away from his granite-hard member, but her struggles only helped to
bury the devastation of the advancing cock further into her agonized rectal
canal. The stiff circumference of her husband's cock stretched the tender ring
of her ass until it seemed to clutch in helpless desperation at the huge pole
and suck it even deeper into its violated interior.
"Oh Glen, please stop! Please stop! I can't stand it!" she sobbed
piteously.
But Glen only gritted his teeth, and with a final savage grunt, ground the full
length of his monstrous shaft into her tortured passage. He had buried the full
length of the elongated rod in her soft, brutalized flesh! Glen hesitated for a
second, enjoying the tight, inflamed throbbing of his wife's sensitively
throbbing rectum around his deeply imbedded prick. Then he began a slow,
abrasive pulling out of the extended shaft. His withdrawal along the stolen path
brought fresh moans of new pain from his tormented wife, pulling it out until
just the swollen bulbous head alone remained engulfed by the clinging flesh of
her ass. Then, closing his eyes in lustful pleasure, he once again rammed its
merciless bulk into her now forever stretched anal channel, feeling the smooth
buttery cheeks of her whitely rounded buttocks settle quivering around his
hardening balls, as he once more sunk every inch of it in her tortured depths.
He began a slow sawing motion in and out of her, the movement becoming easier as
her distended rectum relaxed a little and allowed his rummaging cock to pursue
its bestial rape.
Anna moaned and whimpered as he sodomized her, her body lost in a labyrinth of
pain. She had never felt so totally abased and humiliated in her life. Not even
Russell, the hired hand's, lustful fingerfucking of her naked pussy compared to
the ignominy of this horrible anal rape by her own husband. She wished that the
ground would swallow her up, because she didn't think she could ever hold her
head up again.
Glen continued his illicit fucking, his pile-driving pelvis pounding against her
upturned backside, his leaden penis churning deeper and deeper into the softness
of her violated interior, slapping his loins against her wet buttocks, his mind
lost in the abandoned perversity of the vicious anal fucking he was giving her.
His breath stiffened and he began to gasp in short rasping snorts. His cock
ached beyond belief and seemed to inflate even more as the sperm, boiling in his
steaming, writhing balls, clamored for release. The massive rod began to slice
faster and faster in and out of the wide stretched rectum, and Anna tried to
ease the cramped muscles of her buttocks, to lessen if she could the
excruciating pain. She felt her husband's hands clutch even more convulsively
into her now slightly bruised buttocks, roaming over her hips. His pelvic
thrusts pounded wildly against her numbed and flattened asscheeks hard against
her hip bones as he began to shout strange growling sounds, mingled with threats
and lewd obscenities.
His body stiffened, swiveled only at the hips, his toes dug against the floor.
"Hump back, bitch! Move your fucking tutti-frutti ass!" He shrieked
insanely through tightly clenched teeth. "Oh God, I'm cumming now, I'm
cuummmiiinnnggg in your asshole!!! AAAGGGHHHHHHH!!"
He buffeted against her, a final breathtaking clap of flesh against flesh, his
lust-stiffened rod knifing into unfathomed depths of her agonized rectum. A
scalding white-hot stream of liquid shot into her hotly clenching ass, searing
the mercilessly ravaged membrane. He jerked against her like a rag doll shook by
an angry child, her thighs and buttocks crushed by the violence of his final
assault, as he emptied the full measure of his thick burning semen into her
forever-stretched anal passage.
Then he fell forward, flattening the lovely curves of his wife's body under his
distended bulk. She lay there, dry sobs convulsing her as his softening penis
slid out of her wet, sperm-flooded ass, feeling soiled, dirtied forever by her
husband's vengeful attack on her helpless ass, her bowels gurgling slightly from
the heated pool of it he had hosed up into her.
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Chapter 5.
Dog Day Afternoon
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Anna lavishly applied the black eyeliner, rimming her clear green eyes heavily.
Coupled with the woody brown eye shadow she had smoothed onto her eyelids, she
had achieved a stunning effect, and her eyes had a hazy, smoldering look. After
several coats of black mascara on her long dark lashes completed her eye
make-up, she decided to have another cup of coffee before putting on her
lipstick.
She poured herself a cup from the still-simmering coffee pot, and added a
liberal dash of brandy. She liked the combination, and felt herself beginning to
relax as she leaned back against her chair, relishing the steaming aromatic
brew. It was her third such cup already this morning, and she was glad that she
had decided to add brandy, because its tranquilizing effect was salve to her
troubled soul. She knew she was also feeling a little better because Glen would
be out for the day, supervising the laying down of a new electric fence at the
boundary of their property. The last few days had been hell for Anna. Glen had
tried several times to make up with her, apologizing for his dreadful behavior,
but somehow, Anna felt she had passed the point of no return. She felt a shudder
of revulsion every time she looked at her husband, and the memory of the bestial
anal assault he had perpetrated on her seared her brain like a branding iron,
giving no respite to her jumbled thoughts of revenge and hate. She had retreated
into herself since that terrible evening, refusing to listen to his feeble
explanations, her pain and disgust feeding and strengthening the anger that was
germinating inside her, a slow, seething anger that wouldn't be appeased
quickly. This morning again, just before he left for the day, Glen had lost his
temper with her once more.
"All right, have it your way!" he'd yelled, "If you want to sulk
like a child, go ahead. But don't expect me to get down on my hands and knees to
you."
"And don't forget, you're not exactly a model wife yourself!" he'd
hurled at her as he slammed the door. His last rebuke had stung most of all. Her
husband had bit nearer the truth than he'd imagined. Her record wasn't exactly
spotless, she thought bitterly, remembering her unadulterated ecstasy as Russell
Seavers had fingered her freely in the secret confines of her eager pussy. A
shudder ran through her now as she involuntarily relived the scraping,
titillating feel of his coarsened fingers as they slid up the tight, contracting
sheath of her cuntal passage, how his hard hand felt as it squeezed mercilessly
on her breasts, evoking a strange sort of pleasure through the unbearable pain.
Many times during the past week, Anna had puzzled over her mind and body's
acquiescence to his lewd handling, wondering, in the clear light of following
days, how she could have let herself give in to him. She realized that he had
thrown her completely off balance by his disclosure that he had watched her
through the office window as she had made herself experience orgasmic release
with her own fingers, and also the fact that he seemed to be intimately familiar
with those pornographic pictures had stunned her. But she forced herself to
admit that in addition, he had overpowered her by his self-assurance, and his
crude masculine way of dominating her. Again she felt a tingle chill her spine
as she recalled his roughness with her, his complete disregard for her expressed
feelings. There was something perversely exciting to her, she acknowledged now
as she finished her coffee, in the way he had treated her, even abused her.
There was little pinpricks of fire niggling between her legs and she realized
that she had been grinding her pubic region down unconsciously against the
upholstery of the chair in a lewd rhythmic motion. She stood up, swaying a
little and had to steady herself against the table. Her head felt pleasantly
afloat, and her body felt warm and light. She made her way back to the bedroom,
and hurriedly applied a vivid splash of lipstick and ran her brush through her
gleaming hair. She had no clear idea of what she was going to do, but the
thought foremost in her mind was a desire for revenge. She had to retaliate on
Glen for the unforgivable thing he had done to her! There was something else,
too, a gnawing aching emptiness deep inside her, like a worm eating away at her.
Her body felt restless and taut, and she knew it was because she had not made
love for several weeks. She had become accustomed to regular sexual intercourse
during the years of her marriage and her body was reacting to this neglect. Glen
wasn't interested in her anymore, which was obvious. But Russell was! There was
no denying that the farm worker was definitely interested in her and her
flagging ego in its desperation found the thought not unattractive. She suddenly
longed for masculine attention, a little appreciation of her as a woman, even a
little flirting!
Almost without realizing it, she wandered out of the house and found herself in
the yard. The brightness of the sun seared her eyes and made her feel a trifle
dizzy, but she became accustomed to it after a few moments and began to feel
better. She was wearing a light cotton knit dress which she knew was too short
for her, really, falling as it did to just the top of her thighs. The light
material stretched tightly across her full, unconfined breasts, and she knew
that the horizontal stripe pattern added to the general provocation of the
dress. She found, to her mingled dismay and surprise, that she was almost
desperately looking for Russell, her eyes darting back and forth among the
scattered outbuildings, trying to catch a glimpse of his burly figure. He was no
where in sight, and feeling a pang of disappointment, Anna began to head back
for the house. What do I care if I see him or not? I'm not interested in a mere
farm worker, she told herself, walking slowly in the direction of the house.
Then she heard his voice, calling the dog, coming from the direction of the barn
where the recently calved cows were housed. Her heart began to pound in her
ribcage, and she had to stop herself from running over to the shed. What's come
over me? She asked herself, acting like a lovesick teenager! She stood in the
doorway, and peered around in the dim interior.
"Morning, Mrs. Haak!" Russell's gruff voice rang out, and the dog
suddenly rushed up to her, sniffing excitedly at her ankles, his big shaggy tail
wagging furiously.
"Down, King, Russell ordered, and the friendly collie crept away unhappily,
and lay down by Russell's feet.
"Hello, Russell," Anna replied, her voice stiff and unnatural. Her
hands felt clammy, and she was sure there were beads of perspiration on her
face. I shouldn't have come here! She fought to control a wave of fear which was
swelling inside her, the man's quietness, the still, dusky interior of the barn,
frightening her unreasonably.
"That's some dress you're wearing, Ma'am," Russell praised, and Anna
found herself flushing.
"T-thank you, Russell," she floundered, not knowing what to say.
"Well, what can I do for you this morning?" Russell drawled an
arrogant note in his voice. Anna could only see the glowing tip of his cigarette
- the rest of him was lost in the murkiness of the barn. It irritated her that
he could see her clearly, silhouetted against the doorway, and exasperated, she
stepped inside.
She almost stumbled, her feet unaccustomed to the deceptive softness of the
straw, and she had to put a hand out on the rough wall to steady herself.
"Are you all right?" Russell asked, and Anna froze when she realized
that his voice was closer, much closer. Her eyes were dazzled by the brilliant
sunshine and she just couldn't see a thing!
"W-where are you?" she asked in a small voice, fear suddenly taking
hold of her again.
"AAAGGGHHHHHHH!" Anna screamed as she felt strong hard arms around
her, clasping her tightly, and then tobacco-scented breath hot on her face.
"Stop it! Let me go!" she hissed, struggling desperately to escape as
her courage to go through with her plan faded in her mind.
Then his mouth was on hers, his lips bruising against hers in a sweltering
unrelenting kiss, his tongue, wet and hard pressing against her teeth, forcing
entry, and coupling lewdly with her own mutinous tongue. Anna was fighting for
breath as just as suddenly as she had begun, she ceased to struggle under the
farm worker's illicit embrace. All fight went from her body, and as her fear
diminished, she realized that she was beginning to enjoy being grasped roughly
in the employee's arms, to enjoy his hard grinding kiss on her tender lips. His
tongue swirled around in her velvety mouth, and he was crushing her breasts
against his chest, and Anna could feel the hem of her tight dress riding up on
her hips. She gasped as she felt Russell's knee pry apart her thighs, and then
moaned involuntarily as she felt the bony kneecap rub unremittingly against the
burning zone of her pussy. His crude caress awoke the sparks that had kindled in
her sensitive pussy earlier that morning and she found herself grinding her
throbbing warm flesh against the hardness of his knee. It seemed to her as if
the kiss lasted an eternity, and then, abruptly, he threw her down on a bed of
straw, and Anna fell clumsily, her legs sprawling uncontrollably.
Russell smiled to himself as he stared for a moment at the spread–eagled
woman. He caught an enticing gleam of white panties up between her legs as she
fell, and a shiver of anticipation coursed through him. His eyes were riveted on
the expanse of smooth milky thigh which be could see clearly, accustomed as he
was to the dim light, and his prick gave an excited spasm. His mouth was on fire
from the passion of their kiss, and it was all he could do to restrain himself
from pouncing on her and taking her right then and there. But he had other plans
for his boss' hot pants little wife. He knew right away what was on her mind
when he had seen her standing in the doorway, barely covered in that scrap of a
dress, her face painted like some street slut. She wants cock, that's what she
wants, even if she's fightin' it, and ol' Russell is only too ready to oblige
the boss' wife!
Anna lay panting on the ground, her dress still askew, hardly daring to move.
She felt helpless. His kiss had overwhelmed her, and although she wanted to get
up and run from this dreadful place, she just couldn't. She quivered as she felt
his hands on her again, feeling, squeezing, caressing, running down the length
of her flattened body, sending coarse shivers of pleasure rippling through her
awakening flesh. She sucked in her breath as she felt the roughness of his palm
on her naked thigh, felt it slither up the smooth creamy skin, and realized that
his fingers were tugging at the soft flimsy material of her panties. Her head
was spinning, the brandy she had gulped down taking a loosening carefree effect
on her. She found her hips arching, to help him ease off the thin nylon panties,
and in a daze, she felt them sliding down over her hips and thighs to her
ankles, where they were discarded in a useless little heap on the hay.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed as she felt his thick fingers graze against the
softness of her palpitating pussy lips, felt their tips dip against the growing
moistness of her velvet soft folds. She felt his hot breath as he peered down at
her, and then he plunged his middle finger into the wet, viscous hole of her
trembling cunt, and she jackknifed against him, her legs shooting out on either
side, to allow his invading fingers deeper and easier access to the mounting
furnace of her tight hot pussy. His fingers groveled around in the slippery
channel of her cunt, drubbed the hardened knob of her blood-filled clitoris,
searched and probed among the secret wet crevices and creases of her nubile
young pussy. Her entire body felt aflame, and she was lost in lust, oblivious of
the fact of how lewdly she was sprawled on the straw, how obscenely she spread
her legs to allow the workman to allow. It was what she wanted, the feel of male
hands on her body, to feel the rising beat in every pore of her flesh which
signaled the coming of the climax for which her love-starved body craved. She
didn't really care whose hands were manipulating her crotch, whose fingers were
whirling around inside her buttery-soft cuntal sheath. She didn't care what
happened! All she wanted was the joyous ecstasy of release, and oh God, she was
going to get it!
Russell smirked down at the twitching, writhing body spread out below him. God,
the high and mighty little bitch is really getting hot; she's really ready for
it now! Let's see what she thinks of the surprise Uncle Russ has for her. He
withdrew his fingers from the excitedly pulsating lips of her pussy and he heard
her gasp with disappointment.
"Oh please, don't stop now: I'm nearly there!" the passion-wracked
woman sighed piteously.
Russell gave a laughing leer, and then snapped out: "Here, King!"
Anna, in the throes of her thwarted orgasm, heard uncomprehendingly Russell's
command, and felt near to tears from her so nearly won climax. Oh, if only he
hadn't stopped.
Then, it started again! Only this time, it was a thick wet tongue, warm and
curling that was slavering along the quivering folds of her passion-inflated
pussy, sending eddies of new pleasure drifting through her. She felt a momentary
stab of horror at the thought of a tongue licking so intimately up between her
open legs, but it was lost in the wave of pleasure which engulfed her, and
eagerly, she thrust her pelvis upward, grinding her bare bottom against the
straw, bumping in crude tempo with the frantic licking of the demonic tongue.
"Oh god Russell, it feels so good, so good she sighed, unable to control
the spasms of ecstasy convulsing her. She had to have more of it, she had to
have that tongue deeper inside her, had to feel it in every tiny nerve end of
her excitedly flooding pussy.
Savagely, her hands reached down to force his face further and harder down on
the burning fulcrum of her body. Instead of Russell's wiry red hair, her hands
met with soft silky fur, long, satin-haired ears. "OH GOD NOOOOOOOOO!!"
Her scream shattered the silence of the barn as it reverberated throughout the
high roof of the shed. Realization dawned, followed by an immediate retching
nausea, on the lust-demented woman. Too late she remembered Russell's command,
"Here, King!" Suffocated with repulsion, she realized the truth. The
dog was crouching down between her thighs licking her pussy!
Russell was delighted with the progress of his plan. He derived a perverse
thrill from watching the golden shape crouched between his proud screaming boss'
wife's legs, watching the shivers of ecstasy which still lingered, despite her
almost insane revulsion at the act being performed on her.
"Attaboy, King!" Russell praised, proud of the trick he had taught the
willing dog.
"For God's sake, Russell, make him stop... please!" the desperate
woman wailed, but even as she did so, new spasms of unbelievable sensation were
twisting her into incredible knots of sensual fervour. She couldn't help it! It
was too late for the revulsion and horror in her mind to register with the
rebellion in her body. It was too late!
"OOOOOhhhhhhhh, keep sucking... keep succckkkiiinngg!"
Her hands dashed down again and entangled themselves in the golden fur on the
dog's head, pressing his nose and swirling tongue further into the wet, tangled
flesh of her throbbing pussy. She felt the cold wet nose press against the
maddened bulb of her clitoris, felt his hairy shoulders rub against her
sensitive inner thighs. The dog was licking her pussy, and she loved it, and she
was going to cum!
"AAAAAAZHHHHHHHHHH... Ohmygod, I'm there... I'm... cuummmmiiinnnggggg..."
Her shrieks rang out, and desperately she ground her pussy down against the wet,
lubricant soaked snout of the laboring animal, her thighs closing in his head
like a scissors, her buttocks mashing uncontrollably against the hay, as wave
after hot flushing wave of tremendous pleasure washed over her, bringing her
back again and again to the shore of calmness, only to toss her once more in a
raging sea of her unleashed desire. Finally, the cumming was over, and the dog
slunk away from the widespread legs of the exhausted woman, and padded over to
Russell, who gave him a perfunctory pat on his moistened head.
"Good boy, King," Russell beamed, his own prick a hardened lump of
lust-inflated flesh. His teeth bared in a sadistic leer, he headed over to where
the dazed woman was panting, trying to get her breathing back to normal.
"Are you ready for me now, babe?" be rasped, hovering over her.
"Get away from me!" Anna screamed with vitriolic suddenness, her hands
reaching up for Russell's face. He tried to slip to one side, but her nails
caught his cheek, raking it savagely, leaving four red welts of crimson blood in
their wake.
"You little bitch!" Russell spat, "Now, I'm really gonna teach
you a lesson!"
But fear made Anna agile, and she leaped nimbly to her feet, heedless of her
discarded shoes and panties, forgetting to pull down her dress, and dashed
towards the doorway, anxious only to escape this lewd monster who had subjected
her to such a debasing ordeal. But the farm hand, too, was quick, and before she
reached the safety of the doorway, she felt his hand close viciously over her
wrist.
"Oh, leave me alone," she sobbed helplessly, "let me go!"
She tried to struggle, but it was useless. Russell was much the stronger of the
two, and he pinned her cruelly against the wall.
"Now, my haughty beauty," he snarled, "you'll have to make up to
me for this," his hand pointing towards his painful scratches.
"Take your filthy hands off me!" she screamed, revulsion shuddering
through her.
"WAAAGGGHHHHHHH..." she screamed suddenly as she felt the full weight
of his open palm against her face. Tears sprung to her eyes and cascaded down
her face, stinging her smarting cheek.
"I'm sorry, Russell," she sobbed desperately, "please let me
go."
"Don't forget it's my turn now! King had his chance," he snickered,
"now it's mine!"
"Oh please Russell, I couldn't take any more..."
Russell's only answer was to wrench her dress higher still, and run his hands
down the quivering curve of her hips. She trembled under his rough touch and
tried to cringe against the cold cement of the wall, her soft ovoid buttocks
squashing against the hard surface. Terrified, she heard the whirr of his zipper
and then she heard Russell grunt.
"Look at what I've got for you, bitch!" he spat, and involuntarily,
Anna's eyes dropped. In the semi-darkness she could just make out the Herculean
erection of his bulging prick, and she couldn't suppress a gasp.
"Like it, eh?" he snarled, pressing closer, and then, Anna felt the
slightly moistened foreskin-covered head of the 11.5 inch monstrously thick cock
rub against her thigh, hard and rubbery and relentless. Oh God, help me, she
sobbed inwardly, shrinking helplessly against the wall.
She felt his hot breath coating her face and then his knee was forcing itself
between her clamped-together thighs, prying them apart. She tried to hold them
together, but couldn't. She moaned aloud as she felt the hard rubbery head of
his bulbous cock jut against her quivering vaginal flesh, still moist and
tingling from her so recent ecstatic release. Lewdly, he teased the tip around
the fleshy, blood-swollen outer lips, nudging her tender membrane unbearably,
parting the softly curling pubic hair, and guiding the monstrous erection
inexorably towards the small, trembling opening to her quaking body.
Russell held his aching prick poised against her sensitive little cuntal hole,
his eyes bulging at the sight of the frightened, shaking woman in his power. He
loved the feeling of mastery which he had, the knowledge that he held in his
hand the instrument which would he was sure, subjugate her completely to his
will. He couldn't believe it was really happening at last, that his proud
mistress was forced to bend to his wish. Now, he'd pay her back for her
nose-in-the-air attitude; show her that he was a man, after all, and not just an
automaton working on the farm. Yes, he'd show her... and with a brutal snarl, he
lurched forward.
"AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH... Oh stop it, please stop it, it hurts, it
hurtttsss...."
Anna's hips thrashed wildly, trying to dislodge the huge, hardened rod of
driving male flesh which had succeeded in penetrating her, the hard lipped head
lodged just up inside the softness of her vaginal passage. The pain of his
sudden, splitting entrance blinded her, and her buttocks were sore and raw from
being forced back against the wall. Desperate, she grasped the stocky shoulders
of the hired hand and tried to force him back, to give her some release from the
shattering pain, but it was no use. He didn't move, just surged forward again.
"UGGGHHHnnnnnnnnn..." Anna sobbed again under the force of another
thick inch being sunk up inside her tortured cunt. Russell was beside himself
with self-congratulation as he listened to the half impaled wife of his boss'
desperately pleading cries, and encouraged by her pain, continued to press
forward into the tender, widely stretching walls of her naked pussy.
"NOOOOOoooooooo..." Anna wailed again as with a bestial lunge, he
succeeded in sinking every widely-expanded inch of his pounding prick in her
wetly clasping glove-like interior.
He left his mammoth cock imbedded there for a moment, the rubbery head tipping
against the soft yielding membrane of her cervix, and then began to withdraw it,
looking gleefully at the tendrils of soft pink skin and moistened pubic hairs
which clung to the hardened pole. Then he viciously rammed forward again,
impaling the suffering woman as completely as before, feeling the contracting
interior of her vaginal wall throb softly around his palpitating prick. He began
to fuck in and out of her, trying to establish a rhythm, each forward thrust
lifting the horrified girl completely off her feet, crushing her tender
ass-cheeks mercilessly against the rough wall, his balls slapping like a wet
towel against her moistened inner thighs.
Anna felt mortified beyond imagination. Never had she felt so debased in her
whole life, not even when her husband had assaulted her anally. Yet, she was
fully aware that she had willingly come here, and had submitted to his
fingering, being aroused to the point where she no longer had the will to fight
when the dog had started licking her. She had actually reached release from the
animal's frantic licking! And now, she was being fucked, yes, fucked, liked some
two-bit whore, stood up against the wall, her dress bunched lewdly around her
hips, while this lowly farm hand, her husband's employee, was pumping like a
jack hammer into her helplessly exposed pussy. God, she couldn't bear it!
"Hump back, baby. Put some life into that hot little pussy..." Russell
panted as he swung his pelvis back and forth; rhythmically crashing into her
like some giant pendulum "Move that fucking pussy of yours, you little
bitch."
Anna was repulsed by his crude words. Her body seemed to have become immune to
his coarse assault, and she no longer cared what happened to her. She was lost,
lost! Glen didn't care what happened to her, and now Russell, their employee,
was using her as a receptacle for his own debased desire.
As the impassioned workman continued to pound into her, Anna again began to feel
the stirrings of change deep within her. At first, she couldn't believe it was
happening, but then, after a while, it was undeniable. Needle points of lewdly
kindled pleasure were beginning to pinch her, sending little ripples of delight
coursing through her. She was beginning to enjoy it! Her rational mind was
aghast at the lewd rebellion in her body, and she tried to quell it, but it was
no use. Her body was reacting in an age-old way, over which she had no control.
She was a woman, and her womanly flesh was responding to a man's lustfully
driving cock inside her, the way it had from the beginning of time. Her body and
consequently her reactions were out of her control!
She began to mewl with pleasure through tightly clenched teeth, unwilling to let
her adversary know of his victory, but he had already sensed her submission and
was jubilant. Her body was more yielding, fighting less and less against his
intrusion, until finally it was swaying in pagan rhythm with his own fucking,
her hips grinding forward to welcome his massive shaft deeply up inside her
belly, her softly quivering buttocks pressing hard back against the wall, to
draw out the pleasure of his slow, teasing withdrawals. Oh Christ, he thought
dazedly, this is better than I thought it would be; the bitch really knows how
to fuck.
Anna was moaning now with the intensity of her desire. Every particle of her
body was crying out for satiation, and her pores seemed to open in welcome to
the force of Russell's feverish screwing. Every nerve ending was trembling with
passion, and the ache in her loins grew with each long, clean stroke of the
hired hand's gigantic prick. She felt aroused as she never had before. Glen had
never been able to awake her to this degree, and she had thought that she must
forever forget true sexual arousal as she felt sure it would be. But this crude,
rough, and ready farm worker, by the very lewdness of his actions, had unlocked
the key to her responses, and was eliciting unknown reactions in her. She was
desperate for release, yet she hoped the wonderful sensations inside her would
never cease.
"Mmmmmmmm... Russell, oh it's so nice, sooo nice..." she gasped, her
hands shooting down and clasping his hips, pulling him closer to her. She felt
she couldn't have enough of him, and her pussy was sucking desperately at his
cock in an attempt to engulf more and more of his delicious penis up inside it.
Russell was perspiring, his short frame hot and cold in turn as he fucked wildly
into the hungrily squirming woman. He knew that he couldn't hold out any longer,
and he wanted to, because this was definitely the best fuck of his life. He
wanted to make it last but.
"Oh God woman, grind that ass of yours, I'm... going... to... CUUUMMMMM!!!
AHHHHHHHHH... OHGODYES!!"
Russell was gyrating like a whiplash, his pelvis crashing and battering Anna
with renewed strength as he felt the rumble of his hot boiling sperm deep in the
darkness of his balls and then he felt the headlong rush of the fomenting seed
as it gushed along the pipe of his bulging prick and rushed out in a frothy
waterfall into the desperately sucking cavern of Anna's wildly writhing cunt.
From the deep daze of his cumming, he heard Anna cry out in an agonized,
delighted tone.
"UUUUUUMMmmmmmmmmm... I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm... AAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH...
YEAH-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT!!" And her body, too, was tossing like a gyroscope, a
bottle adrift at sea, the only lifeline being the relentless pole of Russell's
battering prick which continued to shoot incredible spurts of creamy hotness
into her hungrily contracting pussy. She continued to moan as the rising tide of
her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave and finally engulfed her, only it
wasn't fearsome as she supposed, only sweet and heavenly and gentle, bobbing her
along on its crest like a complacent gull, and she was riding the beautiful
white surf, pleased and relaxed in her newfound proficiency, forgetting the
reality of being fucked up against the wall, remembering only the unbelievable
sheets of pleasure which billowed over her, bathing her with an ecstasy she had
never experienced before. It was Russell, the hired man, who had initiated her
into the wonderful realm of sun-drenched pleasure, and as she felt his limp,
spent penis slip exhausted from her, and felt at last the quieting of her own
internal earthquakes, she slithered down onto the softness of the hay, allowing
herself, legs still spread wide, to drift off into a blissful euphoria, into
which Russell, and only Russell, had given her a ticket of admission.
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Chapter 6.
Double Trouble
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"Yes, I have to admit I belong to the 'Ban DDT' camp," Murray Grif
drawled as he sipped the Scotch and soda Anna had fixed for him. He leaned back
comfortably in the wing chair, and Anna found herself thinking how attractive
the veterinarian looked, his handsome face boyish under his mop of dark brown
hair.
"I admit it has its drawbacks," Anna replied thoughtfully, "but
surely its usefulness outweighs any disadvantages."
She felt curiously elated, a girlish thrill surging through her as she talked
with Grif. He had lingered in the kitchen after attending to the cows, giving
them their annual Tuberculosis test, and had accepted with alacrity her offer of
a drink. She felt like a new woman as she talked with him, his comparative
urbanity infusing her with liveliness, and his intelligent conversation starting
the wheels of her own brain turning slowly.
"Its usefulness!" Grif laughed sardonically, getting his drink down.
"Do you call polluting the land and sea useful? Not only does DDT destroy
fish life, it is also beginning to poison the phytoplankton in the ocean. Do you
realize what that means?"
"Not exactly," Anna had to admit, secretly enjoying his indignation.
"It's from phytoplankton that we get almost 50% of oxygen
replenishment," he explained. "We are on our way to suffocating
ourselves with that damn DDT!"
Anna took another sip on her drink.
"But what about the wonders DDT has worked with malaria in Ceylon, for
example," she suggested, remembering an article she had read recently.
"Modern technology is one of the casual factors of the world's troubles.
The universe is a hard task master and only the fittest should survive. Merely
keeping millions alive so they can live another day with a pain in their bellies
from hunger is doing them no favor!"
"But almost a billion people have been saved from malaria over the last
twenty-five years or so," Anna exclaimed. "Should they have been left
to die or waste away, for the sake of a few fish and water plants?"
"Of course not," Grif answered indignantly, "but a little
foresight should have been used. Merely spraying the Anopheles mosquito isn't
the answer; provision in the way of family planning, agricultural instruction
and so on should have been made to take care of the extra millions. Instead we
are bent on ruining what we have!" He finished his drink in a long swallow.
"You can see that the subject is really one of my beefs!" he laughed.
"People should care!" Anna said carefully. "Living in the
countryside, we tend to forget the problems of the world because we are so
insulated and free from them all."
"Besides," Grif interrupted, "a beautiful woman like you
shouldn't have to worry about such things!"
Anna flushed pink with pleasure under his frank compliment. She did look very
attractive, she knew, and was pleased that the veterinarian had noticed it. She
felt a rush of gratitude to him for being interested in her mind, also, and felt
that even her thoughts and opinions were beginning to reflect the freedom and
lucidity she was experiencing through her body. Ever since that morning last
week, when Russell had taken her so harshly in the stable, her life had
undergone a change. The rough workman had unleashed a torrent of sensual desire
in her, which could only be dammed by his urgent, passionate lovemaking. She had
adapted herself thoroughly to a new regime of wild, unusual sex out in the barn
with Russell, tinged always with a sense of urgency and illicitness, and she
could hardly remember what it was like before. Her body never seemed to get
enough of him, and he always succeeded in arousing her to fever pitch, making
her more frenzied, more demanding, more willing each time. Yes, I'm really a new
woman now, she mused as she rose to fix new drinks. Her hips had a new
provocative swing to them, she knew and she was aware of the vet's eyes on her
enticing buttocks. She was revitalized by Russell's attentions, his body, his
hands, and she had begun to take a new interest in herself, discarding her
country casuals, and wearing new slinky type dresses, low cut blouses, curve
clinging pants outfits. She had even begun to pin her hair up occasionally, even
though it wasn't really long enough, and letting little tendrils fall down
becomingly over her smooth cheeks. She had someone who cared how she looked now,
she reasoned, feeling younger, more attractive, more wanted than she had for
years. Glen didn't seem to notice the change in her, or if he did, he didn't say
anything. In fact, he didn't seem to say much at all lately, and Anna had felt
pronounced relief when he said curtly that he'd be away for a few days, buying
new stock for the farm. That was two days ago, and she had enjoyed hours in her
husband's bed of unworried abandon in Russell's arms. Already her brow darkened
at the thought that her husband would be back the following day. But her smile
brightened again when she brought the drinks in and handed one to Grif.
"You've certainly changed since I saw you last!" Murray smiled,
running his eyes admiringly over her pale pink silk dress, which she had
artlessly left unopened to reveal the tops of her translucent ivory breasts. His
last visit was three months ago, and Anna remembered how dowdy and unhappy she'd
been.
"For better or worse?" she quipped brightly.
"Better, of course, much better!" Murray laughed, "Glen must be
really taking care of you!"
Anna blushed, and to hide her confusion, enjoined:
"Country air must be good for me!"
"Yep," Grif agreed, "a spell in the country works wonders for
anyone! People change their views on a lot of things after a rural
sojourn."
Anna took a long swallow on her drink, hoping Murray wouldn't notice her
discomfiture. Guilt about her liaison with the farm worker came so suddenly and
abruptly to the fore that she was sure he must suspect something.
"But you're still a city girl at heart, aren't you, Anna?" Grif said,
with a new note in his voice. Before Anna realized, he was leaning over her, her
forearms grabbed tightly in his hands. His breath was warm on her face and his
mouth was looming closer.
"No, stop!" she gasped, struggling to escape his overpowering grip.
"Hey, what's the matter? I thought you might like a little city loving
after all that pastoral stuff!"
Anna's mind was reeling. What had come over him?
"Let me go, Murray!" she said, her voice quietly authoritative. Anger
stirred in Grif's taut body.
"Now wait a minute!" he snapped. "Don't give me any of that
innocent crap! I know you're hot for me - why not admit it!"
Anna's heart pounded wildly in her chest. She had found him attractive, it was
true, but that was as far as it went... wasn't it?
"Please Murray..." she began.
"You're not so standoffish with Seavers, are you?" he demanded, rage
boiling hot inside him.
Anna gasped, her face reddening. Did he know? Could he have found out?
"W-what do you... mean?" she whispered, frightened and tremulous.
"You know what I mean, honey," he rasped, squeezing her tighter,
"and you can give me a little of that pussy of yours too!"
"H-how dare you?" she stammered, unable to suppress her irritation. He
knew. That was obvious!
"Listen, baby," he snapped, "I get a taste of that hot little
cunt of yours, or Glen will suddenly find out all about your little game with
Seavers. What would he say to that?"
Anna shivered at the change in the man's voice. It seemed cruder, more ominous.
All the polished suavity was gone from it, and now it was edged with lust. Glen
would kill her if he found out! The thought stood stolidly in her mind. What can
I do?
Suddenly, his mouth bore down on hers, he was pushing her down on the couch and
kissing her in a hard, bruising oral embrace which reddened her lips and trapped
her breath. Everything vanished from her mind, fled from the overwhelming power
of his kiss, and her arms reached up and encircled his neck while her lips
strained against his, clinging desperately to them. Her nipples stiffened under
the thin dress, jutting against his chest, and his hands slipped down and ran
expertly over her back, her hips, and her thighs. Her lips parted to admit his
swirling tongue into her hot orifice, and she quivered under the force of the
passion he was beginning to arouse in her. She felt resistance fall away from
her body, and she felt a mild protest forming in her brain.
"No, this is wrong," she murmured, feebly trying to free herself from
Grif's unrelenting embrace. "I can't let another man do it to me!"
"Come on now, honey," he whispered in her ear, "you're a little
more generous with Russell; Glen wouldn't like you to be stingy with me."
Glen! He'd tell Glen if she didn't comply. As she hesitated, she was aware of
his hands fumbling at the buttons of her dress, opening them all the way down;
his hands suddenly on the eager orbs of her throbbing breasts; her nipples
burgeoning hungrily into his palms; Her eyes dropped involuntarily to the
growing bulge between his legs. She could almost see the protuberance of his
pulsating organ growing before her eyes, and a stab of longing coursed through
her. Her eyes drank in the sight of his broad, strong shoulders, his firm
sensual torso, his cruel exciting lips, and then dropped again to the fleshy
promontory between his thighs. Her body began to ache with sudden intensity;
every nerve ending seemed to tremble with suppressed desire. Oh God, it was no
use; her body was too strong for her. She wanted this man. She wanted this
strong, virile male, just like he wanted her!
Murray sensed her acquiescence, his half-closed eyes mesmerized by the enticing
sight of her half naked body, its shimmering whiteness like fine marble against
the Georgenes-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. Russell's right, he mused, she's a
hot little bitch! He had been skeptical when Russell, 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 Anna 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.
Anna 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.
Russell 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 Haak's living room.
Anna'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
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 Grif 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, Russell thought viciously, his
own prick throbbing inside his workpants as he pressed against the outside wall,
his face riveted to the glass of the sitting room window.
Murray's gaze was riveted on the entrancing sight of Anna'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, Anna," he rasped hoarsely, "I'm going to fuck you
now."
Anna'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.
Grif 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!" Anna sobbed, feeling her interior
vaginal wall stretch with painful intensity from the huge mass of granite hard
flesh imbedded inside her.
Russell stared dumbfounded at the spectacle of the skewered woman, his eyes
welded on the sunken shaft barely protruding from Anna's oval-stretched vaginal
hole.
Grif continued to plow forward, his massive prick tunneling 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, reveling in their resilient softness, and then pulled her crotch even
further down on his sunken cock, swiveling her pelvis around on his hardened
shaft, grazing the sensitive entrance to her womb against his rock hard 10-inch
penis. Anna 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 Grif.
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. Anna'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. Grif was arousing a new sensation 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 Russell... her body was the master now, its desire her
only duty to satisfy.
Outside the window, Russell 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, Grif, was giving her. The lewd sight excited him
unnaturally; his fury with Grif 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 Anna beneath him. It was all too much
for him... he couldn't take it any more...
Anna was riding the waves of an indescribable joy. Her body was completely in
tune with Grif'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 unrequited climax which was building up in her, and
which wouldn't be long in coming. From the back of her mind, Anna 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 Murray'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
Anna blinked her eyes, wondering for a moment, if it wasn't all just a lewd
mirage. When she focused again, she had to bite back a blood-curdling scream.
The torso was coming, coming, towards her, the elongated shaft bobbing
obscenely. Nightmarish terror threatened to send her hurling into
unconsciousness. Then she felt herself being turned over, to the side, Grif's
arms still grasping her tightly, his tireless cock still slicing ceaselessly in
and out. Oh, God, she sobbed silently, what is happening? Who is it? The
pounding of bare feet came nearer, and then a coarse, lust-crazed voice rang
out:
"For Christ's sake, Grif, wait for me!"
It was Russell! Her throat was arid and she wanted to jump up and flee from this
ultimate degradation but she was a prisoner of her own body, still responding
heedlessly to Grif's insistent hammering. Agonized, she felt the trim smooth
ovals of her buttocks being spread apart, heard Russell's excited gasp as the
dark little ring of her ass came into view, and then she sobbed aloud as she
felt the hard, stubby head of his dancing prick come into direct contact with
the tight little hole. What was he going to do to her? her mind pleaded in
silence, suddenly terrified by the confrontation with her ]over.
The sight of Anna's round firm buttocks jerking backward enticingly under Grif's
frontal thrusts egged Russell on to a new plateau of desire, and with an excited
grunt, he pressed his thick forefinger against the crinkled little sphincter,
worming it into the tightly resisting little passage until he had intruded as
far as the first knuckle.
"... nnnnggghhhhhh..." Anna groaned as she felt the maddening pain
begin in her back passage, and she began to struggle wildly, twisting her ass
around in wild staccato attempts to dislodge his firmly imbedded finger. Her
feverish flailing seemed to incite Grif to boiling point, as he continued to
fuck heedlessly into her ravished pussy.
"That's it... move that ass..." he groaned, seemingly oblivious to the
farm hand's entrance.
Russell rotated his finger around inside the tight little rectum, sinking it
deeper inside her, until he suddenly pulled it out abruptly with a loud plop,
which gave Anna a momentary feeling of relief. But it was short-lived, as she
felt again the hard, excruciating pressure of Russell's rock-hard prick head
against the cringing little anal mouth, and as he continued to jab and pressure
the tiny hole, paralyzing realization of what was going to happen washed over
her with tumultuous force.
"Oh God, please don't, Russell..." she shrieked at the same time as he
lunged forward in a snarling, brutal surge, and forced the vainly resisting
muscle to yield under his greater strength.
"AAAAARRRGGHHHHHHHHH... No! No! Please stop!" she sobbed as she felt
the splitting pain of his brutal anal entry.
"PLEASE STOP, Russell. PLEEASSSSEEEEE!" she continued to wail as he
began to inch forward, forcing open the tender internal membrane with his
merciless onslaught.
"Oh God, it hurts! It hurts too much!" the demented woman implored her
lover, but to no avail. By dint of pure strength, Russell managed to slide
forward until the full length of his lust-driven cock was imbedded in her back
passage. Her whole backside was a sheet of raw fiery pain which pushed
unmercifully up the length of her spinal column, culminating in a shattering
pain in her brain, which was actually the force of the knowledge of the utter
degradation the two men were subjecting her to. She was like helpless chattel
between the two of them, a mindless being existing only for their pleasure, as
they double fucked her, one in front and one in back and filled the air with
their animalistic groans of pleasure.
Russell began to screw slowly in and out of her throbbing rectum, and she
shamefully remembered the similar assault by her husband, which had been fading
into a bitter memory, and was now recalled with new venom. Then, slowly but
surely, the soft rubbery walls of her back passage were beginning to widen, thus
mercifully lessening the incredible pain. When the agonizing pain had finally
cleared, Anna was sorry it did, because it revealed something which added more
shame and humiliation to her debased ego. She was beginning to enjoy it, enjoy
the lewd anal screwing her lover was giving her while Grif continued to fuck her
in front. No! No! Her mind screamed as she lay sandwiched between the two
sweating male bodies, trying to will the rising tide of pleasure to ebb. But she
failed.
"Oooohhhhhhhhh..." a low pitched wail of animal-like pleasure rang out
... she couldn't resist the primordial call of her body any longer. SHE LIKED
IT. She liked being buffeted like a scrap of paper in the wind, mercilessly
battered between the two heaving bodies. Masochistic ripples of pleasure eddied
along her spine as she began to revel in her complete subjugation to the two
men. She began to glory in the power they had over her, not only physical power
but their potency which invoked such responsive delight in her. They were like
wild stallions, luring her, the domestic mare, out to the bitter-sweet freedom
of the plains, and she had responded, throwing aside the security of suppressed
sensual excitement for the excruciating sweet agony of a completely freed
libido.
"Mmmmmmmmm... oooohhh it's good..." she moaned, arching her back and
flaring her buttocks to receive Russell's jack-hammer thrusts in back and then
flicking forward to welcome Murray's pile-driver shaft in front.
"Oooohhh that's it... hurt me! Fuck me harder!" her voice rang out,
raucous in its obscenities, and Anna could hardly recognize it as her own. She
was in another world, piloted there by the unbelievable spasms of pleasure she
was receiving in her dual passages, as the two hard, plunging pricks dove in
unison and surfaced as one, leaving her breathless with excitement. It was
incredible, being fucked like this by two men at once... far, far better than
anything she had ever experienced before. She wanted it to go on forever! But
her body had climbed to the topmost peak of sensual ecstasy, and there was
nothing left for her but to tumble down. Her piercing wail rent the air, and
then her body was spasming uncontrollably, slippery as an eel between the
sandwich of human flesh.
"AAAAARRRRRRRNNNNnnnnnngggggg... I'm cumming! Oh God, do it harder! Harder!
I'm THERE!"
The two men were driven by the whiplash of her lust-hoarsened voice and they
pounded against her, their driven cocks tormented beyond belief by the dynamic
contractions of her pussy and rectum, until they, too, could hold out no longer.
Their deep masculine voices sounded out, distorted with passion, as the
floodgates of their lust were loosened, and the torrents of their bubbling white
liquid scorched from the vats of their testicles along the pipes of their
plunging pricks and poured with spasmodic ejaculations into the writhing,
squirming twin passages, where they commingled in an effervescent pool of
slippery male sperm in Anna's womb. They continued to flood her insides, their
reservoir of semen apparently never-ending, until finally, their exhausted cocks
finally acknowledged defeat, and began to slip like spent worms from her widely
dilated passages. Gurgling with pleasure, Anna slipped to the floor, her body
floating on a sea of happiness, shielded on both sides by her two lovers.
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Chapter 7.
Cheating Doesn't Pay
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Anna was applying nail-polish to her long tapering nails, when she heard Glen's
car pull into the driveway. She gave a little start, surprised at his early
homecoming. She hadn't really been expecting him until the morning, and already
her mind had been wandering ahead to the long evening of pleasure she would
experience with Russell. Her body still tingled from the incredible fucking she
had received from Russell and the veterinarian simultaneously, just the previous
evening, and the wild three-way act had honed the edge of her sexual appetite to
such a pitch that she thought Russell would never finish with his chores, and
come to her. Damn him, why did he have to come home early? she complained
silently, putting aside her cosmetics and heading for the kitchen. Still, maybe
Glen... It was weeks since Glen had made love to her, and she felt a sudden,
urgent longing to feel his body near hers again, experience him through the body
of the new woman she had become. Her face brightened as her husband hurried into
the kitchen.
"Hello, Anna," he called, "any coffee ready?" Anna looked at
him uneasily. He was slumping tiredly in a chair, his eyes roaming aimlessly
around the room. He didn't even seem to see her!
She handed him a steaming cup, and without even acknowledging it, he picked up
the Vet's report which was lying on the table.
"That's one good thing anyway!" he muttered, his eyes roaming over the
report.
"What's that?" Anna asked, puzzled.
"The Vet's report - the cows all passed the TB test - or did you ever
bother to read it?" There was an ominous coldness in his voice which made
Anna shiver.
Draining his coffee cup, he rose and headed for the door.
"W-would you care for some dinner? I've got..."
"Later!" he interrupted, "I'd better check on things in the
dairy!" And before Anna had a chance to reply, he was gone.
Anna stood stock still. She didn't really know what kind of greeting she had
expected from her husband, but she certainly hadn't anticipated his coldness,
indifference. He didn't care what she was thinking or what she felt about his
return. He just didn't care! Fear clutched relentlessly at Anna's pulsing heart.
Was she in danger of losing Glen? Was her marriage actually dissolving in front
of her? Numbly, she tried to reassure herself. She knew in her heart that the
intoxication of her new found sensual freedom was a paltry return for the
security she had taken for granted, and which was in imminent danger of
toppling! Did Glen suspect what she had been up to? Anxiety gnawed at her
viscera like a dog at a bone. She sunk down into a chair, her lovely young body
shaking with convulsive tremors, as she fought a rising wave of panic.
The minutes ticked by, but Anna's uneasiness had not abated. She felt worse than
ever, with only herself to blame. For the first time, she began to realize the
seriousness of her actions, and to wonder about their consequences. In the back
of her mind, she had assumed that Glen would not find out. She also believed
that nothing that she did would make him turn against her! Had she been wrong?
Was Glen sick and tired of her, her bitchy, demanding ways, her lack of
consideration for him? But I love him, I still do! Her mind protested. She had
to tell him, tell him now, ask for his forgiveness, and get his reassurance that
everything was all right. At the back of her mind was the paralyzing fear that
Russell, unable to restrain himself, would brag about his conquest. She knew
Glen didn't like her to disturb him at work in the sheds, but she couldn't wait
until he came back. It might be too late. Anna ran lightly across the yard, and
headed straight for the dairy, relieved to find a light there. She let herself
quietly in by the back way, anxious not to disturb him, and stealthily made her
way towards the far end where the machinery was. She could hear muffled voices,
and silently prayed that Glen wouldn't be angry at her for disturbing him.
Suddenly, Anna froze, her blood running cold. She had to stifle a scream as her
husband's voice wafted across to her.
"Oooohhh Erin darling, I've missed you so much...."
God what were they doing? She had to find out.
Her blood racing, she slipped inside the next to last stall, and peering between
the slats of the wood partition, her eyes darted restlessly, trying to find her
husband. Then she saw him! Her eyes bulged as they focused on a blurred tangle
of naked arms and legs. Glen, her husband and Erin were sprawled, stark nude, on
several sacks of animal feed, their bodies locked together in a tight,
passionate embrace. Anna felt a blood-curdling scream rise in her throat and she
had to cram her knuckles into her mouth to suppress it, as she saw the young
blonde, Erin's, strong white hands wrapped tightly around Glen's neck, and as
she glimpsed her husband's hungry wet tongue slipping into the shapely blonde's
receptive mouth. Their twisting, writhing bodies lay only a few feet from Anna's
horrified gaze, and she could see that Erin's large gray eyes were beginning to
dilate and an unmistakable smoky haze of passion drifted across them as Glen
slowly caressed her ripe golden body.
Anna watched, paralyzed with shock. Every nuance on their faces was distinct to
her view; she stood there breathless, unable to turn her eyes away from the lewd
display of flesh and passion. She watched as Glen's mouth tore away from the
glistening fullness of Erin's lips and began to trail hot, wet kisses down her
vibrant swan-like neck, sucking ardently at the tender flesh, leaving a path of
raw, red little patches in his wake. The blonde's hands were digging desperately
into his shoulders and from her gaping, half-open mouth; it was obvious that she
was already deeply entangled in passionate sensual excitement.
Anna was hypnotized by the sight of the eager couple wallowing in unabashed
lust. Her heart felt crushed by the evidence of her husband's infidelity, but
still, she couldn't tear herself away from the incredible spectacle. She wanted
to run in and separate the adulterous couple, yet she was immobilized by the
scene. She had never in her life seen anything so mesmerizing, so compelling. It
was strangely, perversely exciting, and every nerve, every sense in her body
seemed sharpened to extraordinary intensity. Anna watched, her eyes bulging, as
Erin, her blonde hair flowing like a sheath of golden hay, stretch free of the
tangle of arms and legs and slowly spread her perfectly sculptured thighs,
revealing the honey-colored muff of her pubic triangle. Her arms hung languidly
by her sides and her firm full breasts rose up and down with her frenzied
breathing. Anna could see the nipples spring to attention, the dark pink buds
jutting up erectly from the crinkled brown aureoles. She gasped, stung with
unbearable jealousy, as Glen squeezed the ripe flesh as he kissed first one and
then the other buttery globe. He rolled the thickening nipples between his thumb
and forefinger, wringing little mewls of pleasure from Erin. Then he raised his
head and Anna could see the livid pink stretch of his tongue darting out as it
flicked down the smooth soft plane of her lithe body, stopping to poke at the
tight, deeply imbedded little navel, licking it lovingly, as his hand continued
to massage the smooth plane of her belly.
Anna's dimming eyes were riveted on the tall tanned body of her husband as it
hovered over the prostrate girl, and her eyes dropped to the huge, fleshy
protuberance of his cock as it dangled out obscenely from the blonde pubic
thatch. It prodded lewdly at Erin's parted thighs, and Anna could see the girl's
hips churning in unmistakable invitation.
"Oh darling, please fuck me now... I want to feel your beautiful hard cock
inside me..." Erin's passion distorted voice pleaded. Her fingernails were
digging into his muscular back, and Anna winced at the girl's lascivious desire.
Anna had never seen Glen so aroused, so lust-crazed as he was as he hovered over
the pleading girl. A new wave of jealously swept over her; she had never been
able to arouse him to that extent!
Suddenly, he leaned forward and grasped Erin's quivering legs and lifted them
high up, till they dangled over his shoulders. He looked down at the lewd
spectacle of her naked open pussy, lust gleaming in his eyes, and Anna herself
could see the moist, pink furrow throbbing with excitement. She could see the
eager clasping hole of her pussy, opening and closing, trying to suck in
something to fill her desperate void. The outer lips were swollen with passion
and the red bulbous tip of her clitoris quivered and pulsed through the soft
blond pubic fuzz.
Glen grasped his long, thick penis in his hand and guided it towards the
enticing pink split, running the thick burgeoning head deftly along the
moistened crevice, lubricating it in Erin's already flowing vaginal juices,
while she mewled piteously.
"Oh please Glen, do it to me now; please do it to me now!"
Her lewd words seemed to galvanize Glen 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," Erin sighed, and Anna 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 Glen continued to plow
forward, sinking his elongated shaft all the way into Erin's upraised pelvis.
"... hhhhnnnngggghhhhh...!" she moaned as Glen'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.
Anna 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 in strokes and his
short, sharp out strokes 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 Glen know that she'd
seen him, that she'd been spying on him! Her flesh crawled as she felt hands
behind her. His 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 pussy... OH GOD, SHE COULDN'T STAND IT! She
had to turn, stop whoever it was.
"Ssshhh, it's only me..."
It was Russell! Relief flooded through the terrified wife. But what was he
doing? Anna wanted to ask him, wanted him to go away, let her witness alone her
husband's infidelity...
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh..." Anna was unable to stop herself moaning as she felt
the searing, unexpected contact of Russell's mouth on her naked pussy! He had
ducked under her skirt, and his face was buried between her thighs!
Oh God, Anna thought desperately, what's happening? She had to stop him, stop
his disgusting assault on her genitals, had to pull away.
"Oh Glen, you know how to fuck me... your cock feels so great in me,
Mmmmmmm."
Anna'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 Russell'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 Russell's dog, and how she had enjoyed it.
"No, Russell, no..." she whispered feebly, terrified Glen 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, and prodded the soft velvety folds of her pussy. Against
her will, Anna felt the excitement, arousal, enjoyment, and 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 Anna'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, Anna found her thighs closing in around Russell'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. Russell 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 Anna 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 groveled 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. Anna'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.
Anna's glazed eyes swung over to the steaming, twisting couple. They were
careening into a flailing collision of lust-driven fury, now accelerating, now
finally far beyond any human control as their passion finally crested. They were
cumming! Their lewd, hoarse shrieks of release were shatteringly near, and then
began to fade, as Anna's brain slipped at last utterly away. She was dissolved
in a screaming rocket of head-long desire as shudder after shudder convulsed
her. She felt the power of her approaching climax building, expanding deep
within her womb. And then, a tremendous hot flash drove through her.
"Unnnnnggghhh..." she grunted out loud, her mind dissolving in the
intense radiation of pure lust. She bucked forward, her pelvis engulfing
Russell's exhausted, moist face. Another blinding wave of heat exploded within
her, traveling with gathering speed up the thrashing length of her spine. Her
head fell back, her mouth hung open.
"OH MY GOD! Russell! Russell!" she shrieked mindlessly, as another
wave struck, and another, until the mounting shockwaves seemed to gather into a
continuous thunderclap, converging on her lewdly tumbling body. She opened her
mouth again, screaming wildly, oblivious of everything but the insatiable
monster of her lust.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! AAARRRGGGhhhhhhhh!"
Her screams seemed to go on forever, echoing throughout the huge building,
rising and falling, dying and rising from the embers of her hoarseness again
like a phoenix, the full throated release of her passion buoyantly hurling her
about in the momentum of her orgasm like a matchstick bobbing in the wind of a
hurricane. Blissful peacefulness was beginning to descend on her, wiping
everything away but the glowing aftermath of her unbelievable release. Reality
intruded with crude brutality as fingers dug into her shoulder.
"Mmm, oh please don't..." she murmured, her eyes fluttering open.
Glen was standing over her, still stark naked!
Her eyes widened in terror, her voice tried to call out, but no sound came.
"You bitch!" he spat, "You fucking little adulterous slut!"
Anna wished the ground would open up and swallow her. Shame and mortification
flooded through her, crimsoning her downcast face. She was paralyzed with fear,
too terrorized even to pull her skirt down over her still lewdly splayed thighs.
She was painfully, desperately aware of her husband standing over her, his eyes
traveling over the naked plane of her pussy, over her white nylon panties so
casually discarded, over Russell's cowering, abject figure. Unable to stand it
any longer, Anna hid her face in her hands, and started to sob helplessly, her
body shaking with the force of her weeping. This was the end of everything! Glen
had discovered her with Russell, spying on him. Russell would tell him
everything, about the dog, about the veterinarian, even Grif. Fresh sobs
convulsed her as she thought of his rage, his fury. He'd kill her!
There was an ominous silence, broken only by her stifled sobs. Why doesn't Glen
say something, do something? her mind wondered, anything to make this terrible
moment pass. It seemed an eternity since he had called her those names. Now at
least, anger, abuse would be natural! This silence wasn't.
"Well, Seavers, what are you waiting for?" Glen's voice, cold and
toneless with rage and hatred rang out. "You're not going to stop now, are
you?"
New terror gripped the frightened wife. What did Glen mean?
"I... uh... I..." Russell mumbled; his face beet red.
"Get on with it!" Glen snapped, and Anna recoiled from the edge in his
voice.
"W-with what?" Russell mumbled dully.
"You can't leave the little lady lying there waiting, can you?" Glen
sneered, a sarcastic pitch sharpening his voice.
A new flood of embarrassment washed over Anna. Oh God, what punishment was he
planning for her?
"No," Russell answered fatuously, his eyes turning to Anna's sprawled
figure.
"Okay then, let's see what it is that she can't do without!" Glen
jeered.
Anna couldn't help herself.
"No Glen, please..."
"Shut up, you little whore!" he snapped, his eyes blazing.
Anna cringed back against the wall, trying to stand up straight, but only
succeeding in falling against the bales of straw in the corner.
"What do I have to do?" Russell asked, relieved to find Haak's anger
directed towards his wife.
"I'll tell you what to do!" Glen snarled, "but first let me get
the little lady, sorry, the whore, ready!"
Anna cowered piteously as Glen approached her, and shielded her face with her
arm. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder, and pulled her to her feet. With
one swift pull, he tore away her skirt, leaving her hips and thighs stark naked.
And with a further exertion, he ripped the buttons of her blouse, tearing it
from her shoulders. Last of all, he snatched away her blouse, leaving her
totally naked.
"Oh God, please don't..." she sobbed, trying to cling to her husband's
arm, trying to elicit some warmth in him. His only response was to fling her
roughly onto the hay covered floor, where she fell in a disorderly heap,
skinning her elbow against the stall, her body bruised from the unyielding
surface. She wanted to cry, but couldn't. She could only lie there, a victim of
her husband's mounting fury.
"Erin!" he called imperiously, "Come watch the show!" Anna
was aware of the young blonde milkmaid, slinking out of a corner where she had
taken refuge. She was still naked and she looked very young and frightened, and
she flattened herself against the wall, terrified of what was going on.
"All right, we can begin the show," Glen sneered, "and by Christ,
the leading lady had better give a good performance!"
Anna lay prostrate on the floor, unable to feel anything, conscious only of a
desire for the whole perverted thing to be over with.
"Okay, Seavers, we're waiting for you! Get ready!"
Russell numbly began to undress, lifelessly discarding his clothes, until he,
too, was stark naked, his prick banging semi-erect, jutting out half-heartedly
from a tuft of reddish hair.
"Now let's think of a name for our show." Glen continued to jeer,
"What about 'Wife turned Whore', or let me see. What about 'What Happens to
a Cheating Wife'?" There was silence all around. Unperturbed, Glen snapped:
"There's your cue, Seavers! You're on stage!"
Anna stared at her husband in disbelief. Was he really expecting them to go
through with this travesty? Had he gone insane? Incredulously, Anna saw Russell
shuffling towards her. He couldn't, he wouldn't touch her in front of Glen!
"Okay, Seavers," Glen's voice rang out again, "spread the lady's
legs wide, real wide!"
Anna shrank back down into the hay as Russell ambled nearer, and then she had to
stifle a scream as his hands rested on her ankles.
"No! No!" she screamed, trying to keep her legs together. But he was
too strong for her, and slowly, he forced her thighs apart, revealing the deep
pink cleft of her trembling pussy. Shame crept like a smothering blanket over
her as she felt the evening air rush in on her moist pussy. Oh God, I wish I
were dead, her mind sobbed.
"Well, well, look at that!" Glen jeered, his voice dripping with
scorn. "A nice juicy cunt all wet and ready! You did a good job earlier,
Seavers. Let's hope you can keep up the good work!"
Anna wanted to put her hand down to cover her nakedness, but she was afraid of
what Glen might do! She knew it would be fatal to cross him now, the mood he was
in.
"Now, bitch," her husband spat, "it's your turn! Take that nice
big cock that you're so fond of, and make it nice and hard, 'cause you don't
want a limp prick in that cunt of yours, now do you?" Anna felt a retch of
nausea cramp her stomach. She couldn't believe that this was the man she had
married, her husband!
"I'm waiting, slut!" he snapped, edging closer.
Anna'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! Glen edged even closer, and Anna 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 Russell'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. Anna 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 Anna began to move her fingers slightly, hoping to satisfy his demand.
"Tickle his balls, bitch!" Glen ordered; his voice shrill,
"Tickle your lover's balls!"
Numbed with mortification and fear, Anna obediently cupped Russell'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!"
Anna 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?" Glen shrieked, his face
reddening in his excitement and fury.
"Yes, it is..." Anna mumbled wearily, sinking back against the floor.
If only it was all over.
"Kneel down in front of your mistress, Seavers!" Glen's thickened
voice rang out again, and the wretched hired man, torn between fear and mounting
desire, obediently settled himself between Anna'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!"
Anna 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 Erin, too... Oh, God, what was she to do?
"You heard what I said!" Glen's voice was livid with rage. It was no
use! She had to do it...
Fighting back her tears, Anna 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, Seavers, get ready. I'll tell you when to go!"
All feeling left Anna. 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!" Glen's voice, quivering with excitement, called
out. "One, two, three... GOOOOOO!!"
Russell 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 Glen's hysterical laughter.
"That's it, Seavers! Give the bitch a good fucking!"
Russell'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 veined underside, sending painful shudders rippling
through Anna's body. The pain obliterated any other feeling, and dominated her
whole being.
"OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh," she wailed again as Russell 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!" Glen 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.
Anna was relieved when the pain finally subsided and Russell'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 Russell'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
Russell 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.
Glen ran an excited tongue over his dry lips when he noticed his wife's
excitement, her acquiescence to Russell'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, and fleshy cunt lips! He had forgotten
completely about Erin, 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.
Anna 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 Russell'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!
Her eyes riveted on the burgeoning instrument; jutting out proudly from a forest
of blond curls... it was Glen!
"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. Glen'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.
Glen was driven to frenzy by his wife's hungry sucking on his cock. He couldn't
tear his eyes away from her full ovaled 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. Russell 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.
Anna was a fiery furnace of excitement and passion. She had never felt like this
before. She loved being fucked by Russell while she was sucking her own
husband's cock... loved the feeling of Glen's prick plunging far back into her
throat while Russell's rod plundered her pussy. She was being buffeted by two
men, fucked by both at once, and she reveled in the lewd three-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!!" Glen to drain every last drop into
his wife's eager gulping throat.
Russell 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 Russell'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 Russell'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.
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Chapter 8.
When Fucked, Fuck Back
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Anna's feelings of complete satiation were marred only by a nagging feeling of
animosity towards Glen. 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
Erin, and worst of all, how he'd forced her and Russell 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
Russell and Glen were still half-sprawled on the floor, and Anna could just make
out the whiteness of Erin'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 Erin was standing silently.
Glen was afraid to look at Anna. 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 Erin. Who was he to throw stones? For all
he knew, catching him and Erin in the act might have set the ball rolling for
his wife and Seavers. I shouldn't have been so hasty. Apprehensively, he watched
Anna get up. Where was she going, he puzzled, and then drew in his breath
sharply when he saw her heading over to where Erin was still cringing against
the wall.
What was she going to do to the girl? He wondered, tempted to call out and warn
Erin. His wife was probably angry enough for anything, maybe even for attacking
the girl!
"Anna..." he called softly, but she didn't seem to hear. Afraid, Glen
got to his feet, and hurried over to where the two women were standing.
Anna was looking intently at Erin, 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, Erin saw Glen coming towards them. He'd
protect her, save her from that madwoman.
"Anna, leave Erin out of this! Glen said authoritatively, and Anna 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!"
Anna 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 Erin's soft round breasts.
"Anna, for God's sake!" Glen broke in.
"Mmmm, not bad..." Anna noted, her hand moving to cup the other full
white orb in her hand. Erin's brown pinkie-sized nipples leaped into erection at
Anna's touch and jutted out provocatively against her palm. Now Anna was
embracing the astonished girl, gathering her in her arms, pulling her toward her
breasts, and then, Anna lowered her mouth onto the girl's quivering lips, and
planted them with soft, passionate kisses. Anna could hear Glen'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, and throat. Anna 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.
Glen 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. Erin 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 Anna's pink little
nipples, enclosing the hard little knob between her full ripe lips, sucking on
it deliriously. Anna was emitting little moans of pleasure as she clung to the
blonde, and Glen had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
Russell, 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 Glen 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 Anna
began to slide along the ground, trailing kisses down the length of Erin's body,
coming to rest on the golden triangle between her long slim legs.
Anna 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 pussy glistened wetly. Anna
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 Erin squirm and moan with ecstatic pleasure. Anna's tongue
searched and explored the secret creases and indentations of Erin'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.
Glen just couldn't believe it. The two women were twisting around on the floor
like fish out of water, and Erin 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 Erin suddenly began to
swivel around, until her head was reaching down for Anna's loins. Anna,
realizing what was happening, languidly spread her thighs, and Glen gasped as he
saw Erin lower her pale oval face between the creamy columns of his wife's legs.
Erin was going to suck his wife's pussy!
Anna moaned into Erin'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 Erin 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.
Anna 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 Erin 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 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.
Anna felt her body rise and fall like a feather floating in a gentle breeze, as
Erin's tongue whipped her into achieving a climax unlike any she had before. She
could feel Erin'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
signaled 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.
Anna felt as if she were floating on Cloud Nine. Everything was working out. She
had got her revenge on Glen, 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 pummeling 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 Russell 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 Glen 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 pussy. 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. "NNNnnnngggghhhhhhhh..." she continued to moan, as it
plowed inexorably on its way, separating the yielding membrane of her vaginal
passage as it advanced into her depths. With a smack, she felt the dangling
weight of his balls slap against the flattened arcs of her backside, and then
felt the niggling tickle of the hard round head as it probed the sensitive zone
of her womb. Her husband's hands dug into the soft fleshy cheeks of her ass, and
pulled them even further back, skewering her even more on his pistoning rod,
making her knees rise up from the ground, burying every single inch of his
weapon in his wife's heated interior.
He held her there in position for a moment, flexing his prick slightly inside,
feeling her internal muscle throb in joyful answer, before slipping out again,
almost all the way, until just the glossy hardness of the bulbous head was still
imbedded in her tight passage. Then he rammed forward once more, shaking her
body violently with the force of his entry, making her breasts jiggle as they
hung down from the whiteness of their moorings.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh... mmmmmm... it's good..." she began to sigh as he
commenced to screw in and out of her with long, hard, smooth experienced
strokes. He was amazed at the expert, new response in his wife's body, and tried
not to think of who had been her teacher, just willed himself to enjoy the
incredible pleasure that she had to give.
Anna continued to screw her backside back on her husband's oncoming pole of
hardened flesh, feeling the spheres of her ass flaring around the wiry tangle of
his pubic thatch, feeling the hardness of his pelvis as she swung back against
him. For the first time, she was enjoying, really enjoying, fucking, and being
fucked by her husband, relishing his masculine body more than she had ever done.
Through half-closed eyes, she saw Russell suddenly pounce on the still prostrate
body of Erin, and roughly spread her legs wide. Anna felt a sympathetic wince as
she noticed the girl's eyes open wide in initial alarm at the size of the huge
male cock prodding at the quivering flesh of her tiny pink vaginal slit.
Russell's eyes were bulging with obscene pleasure as he gazed down at the supine
body beneath him, not being able to believe that she was lying unprotesting
under him. He held his huge palpitating cock there between the splayed thighs
for a moment, and then with a bestial grunt, charged forward, and sunk it right
to the hilt, in one savage movement, in the astonished young girl's pussy.
"UUURRRGGGHHHHhhhhhhhhh," she gasped from the harshness of the farm
worker's entrance into her soft body. He hesitated just a moment before
withdrawing it again almost completely, and immediately he began to fuck in and
out of her with fast, hungry strokes. Impatiently, he grasped the girl's slender
ankles, and forced each one back up over his shoulder, revealing the whole naked
plane of her trembling little cunt, unprotected before his onslaught.
Anna, enjoying the easy rhythm of her husband's thrusts into her from behind,
leaned forward, eager to soothe the troubled girl, whose face wore a distinct
look of pain as she bore the savage rapidity of the workman's in strokes. She
began to kiss the agonized girl, finding her young lips warm and tender against
hers, slipping her tongue past the guardian teeth, encouraging Erin's dormant
tongue into a lewd ecstatic dance of joy, whipping up a froth of frenzy as they
lashed and swirled and fenced with each other. Her hands reached down and
clasped a golden sphere in each, titillating the enticing little buds into erect
little knobs which jutted up erectly from the crinkled brown aureoles.
Anna continued to kiss and caress her husband's mistress, while her own lover
screwed brutally into her, and while she herself was being fucked canine-fashion
by her own husband! Anna was thrilled by the lewd implications of the wild
four-way act she was involved in. This was even more incredible than she'd ever
imagined... she had certainly run the gamut of sexual experiences today. Already
her mind was jumping ahead to even more exciting adventures, more perverse, more
lurid... more pleasurable. But right now, her body was afire with unbelievable
flames of passion. Her husband's pelvic thrusts grew more and more frantic and
her own churning was more frenetic as her wet asscheeks slapped against her
husband's pelvis and his hot pounding prick tore into her with the energy of an
electric drill. And the soft touch of Erin's lips under hers and the delicious
feel of her breasts in her hands added a hundredfold to her pleasure, as all
four raced each other in a wild free-for-all for the biggest prize of all.
And Anna herself won! She was the first to cum, and her body twisted and jerked
out of control, throwing her into the hands of an earth-shattering climax which
shook her like a volcano, sending molten lava flying over her flesh,
electrifying her into new, incredible spasms of wild, passionate pleasure.
"OH GOD... I'm there!" she sobbed out, as she tossed and writhed like
a captured snake, desperately trying to milk her husband of his life-giving
nectar for which her tortured sheath cried out. And she succeeded.
"Oh Christ Anna, fuck back! fuck back, because I'm... I'm... AAAGGGHHHHHHH..."
And he was battering against her like a mad bull, his huge enraged prick
ejaculating with the strength of a fire extinguisher, scalding her raw passage
with jets of hot fluid which shot far up into her voraciously accepting womb.
Her thirsting passage greedily drank in all of the warm offering, begging for
more, trying to squeeze every last drop from his exhausted prick. From the back
of her mind, she was aware of Erin and Russell cumming simultaneously, their
cries hoarse and untamed as they slapped and pounded against each other in a
mutual demand for release.
All four collapsed together in a wanton, abandoned heap, arms and legs all
akimbo. Anna was utterly exhausted, feeling certain she would never again have
the strength to make love again, but Russell and Erin and her husband all united
and proved how wrong she was, right into the early hours of the morning, when
finally Anna dropped off into a satiated trance, her mouth curved into a Mona
Lisa smile. "Mmmmm, what a day this has been!"
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Chapter 9.
Resolved To Pleasure
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Anna absently shuffled the application forms around the crowded desk, pushing
aside the big leather bound Farm Accounts book. Yesterday had been a hectic day
for her, and she was glad to be taking it easy today. Five interviews she had
conducted, starting early in the morning. Their farm was expanding so they
needed another farm worker, and Anna was in charge of selecting an applicant.
Not that she minded that job. It was all part of the new arrangement she and
Glen had come to about the running of the farm, several months ago. It seemed
like years ago now since that day, which was a turning point in her life, when
she and her husband and the two hired workers had entwined in an incredible
foursome in the dairy. But that day had been the start of a whole new way of
life for her, and for Glen, too, Anna thought, feeling a little twinge of
jealousy as she remembered Debbie, the new redhead who had taken Erin's place.
Although part of the agreement they had reached was that her husband could have
a free hand with the new student, Anna couldn't help feeling a stab of envy at
times. Still, she was well compensated for having to share her husband with
another woman.
Yes, she thought, stretching her long sinuous legs out under the desk, I've
nothing to complain about! Glen had agreed to her continuing her relationship
with Russell, but she found that he alone couldn't satisfy her completely and
she found herself looking further a field for satiation. And of course, her
neighbors were only too glad to oblige. The veterinarian's visit was due next
week, and Anna felt a tingle of appreciation tickle her groin as she recalled
her last incredible bout with the Vet, when he had taken her in front and
Russell had fucked her anally. It seemed to her as if this was the way her life
had always been, and she couldn't remember what it was like before. Her body was
the boss - her desire, her passion governed her completely.
She enjoyed her husband's body more and more, too, and didn't mind that their
relationship had evolved into one of convenient mutual sexual satisfaction - and
nothing else. Still, it meant she could go on savoring the offerings of all her
neighbors and friends. She ran her eyes over the resumes of the applicants she
had interviewed yesterday. Two in particular stood out in her mind, and she knew
that the choice lay between them.
"Mmmm", she murmured, tapping her teeth with her pencil, "Jose
seems to know a lot about the job, and is certainly very handsome, but on the
other hand, Dustin looks as if he were hung like one of our breeding
bulls!"
