Chapter 8
Sandra 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 travelling over the naked plane of her
vagina, over her white nylon panties so casually discarded, over Sam's
cowering, abject figure.
Unable to stand it any longer, Sandra 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! Mike had discovered her with Sam, spying
on him. Sam would tell him everything, about the dog, about the
veterinarian, McLean ... 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 Mike 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, Maguire, what are you waiting for?" Mike'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 Mike mean?
"I ... uh ... I ..." Sam mumbled, his face beet red.
"Get on with it!" Mike snapped, and Sandra recoiled from the edge in
his voice.
"W-with what?" Sam mumbled dully.
"You can't leave the little lady lying there waiting, can you?" Mike
sneered, a sarcastic pitch sharpening his voice.
A new flood of embarrassment washed over Sandra. Oh God, what
punishment was he planning for her?
"No," Sam answered fatuously, his eyes turning to Sandra's sprawled
figure.
"Okay then, let's see what it is that she can't do without!" Mike
jeered.
Sandra couldn't help herself.
"No Mike, please ..."
"Shut up, you little whore!" he snapped, his eyes blazing.
Sandra 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?" Sam asked, relieved to find Peters' anger
directed towards his wife.
"I'll tell you what to do!" Mike snarled, "but first let me get the
little lady, sorry, the whore, ready!"
Sandra cowered piteously as Mike approached her, and shielded her
face with her 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.
"Eve!" he called imperiously, "come and watch the show!" Sandra 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," Mike sneered, "and by Christ, the
leading lady had better give a good performance!"
Sandra lay prostrate on the floor, unable to feel anything, conscious
only of a desire for the whole perverted thing to be over with.
"Okay, Maguire, we're waiting for you! Get ready!"
Sam 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." Mike 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, Mike snapped:
"There's your cue, Maguire! You're on stage!"
Sandra stared at her husband in disbelief. Was he really expecting
them to go through with this travesty? Had he gone insane?
Incredulously, Sandra saw Sam shuffling towards her. He couldn't, he
wouldn't touch her in front of Mike!
"Okay, Maguire," Mike's voice rang out again, "spread the lady's legs
wide, real wide!"
Sandra shrank back down into the hay as Sam 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!" Mike jeered, his voice dripping with
scorn. "A nice juicy cunt, all wet and ready! You did a good job
earlier, Maguire. Let's hope you can keep up the good work!"
Sandra wanted to put her hand down to cover her nakedness, but she
was afraid of what Mike 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?" Sandra 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.
Sandra's heart thudded painfully. She was afraid to appeal to him
again. That only seemed to incense him. But she couldn't, she just
couldn't do as he said! But she had no choice. She trembled at the
thought of what he would do to her if she refused. He'd kill her! Mike
edged even closer, and Sandra made up her mind. She had to comply! There
was no way out!
Her hand was shaking as she reached up and tentatively slipped her
fingers around Sam's awakening prick. The lewd words seemed to have an
exciting effect on the workman, and his member was already bobbing out,
cleaving the air like a snake, the surface glistening with the blood of
passion. Sandra could feel it throbbing under her touch, and she sensed
that it was growing in dimension as she held it.
"Put more life into it!" her husband commanded, his voice perilously
near, and Sandra began to move her fingers slightly, hoping to satisfy his
demand.
"Tickle his balls, bitch!" Mike ordered, his voice shrill, "tickle
your lover's balls!"
Numbed with mortification and fear, Sandra obediently cupped Sam's
hairy pendulous balls in her palm and massaged them gently, feeling the
roiling of his sperm as they gathered in the darkness of his testicles.
Her body ached from soreness and the hard floor, and she thought she'd
pass out before much longer. Faintly, she hoped for a miracle, that her
husband would grow tired of his game.
"Now, we're ready for the big one! Now, leading lady, look at what
your lover has got for you!"
Sandra forced herself to open her eyes, and they dropped to the
bulging red protuberance a scant foot away. It was huge and thick and
long-much bigger than she'd ever seen it!
"Is it big enough for you? Is it? Is it?" Mike shrieked, his face
reddening in his excitement and fury.
"Yes, it is ..." Sandra mumbled wearily, sinking back against the
floor. If only it was all over ...
"Kneel down in front of your mistress, Maguire!" Mike's thickened
voice rang out again, and the wretched hired man, torn between fear and
mounting desire, obediently settled himself between Sandra's quivering
legs.
"Now slut, this is what you've been waiting for! Take hold of his
prick and lead it towards that starving little pussy of yours!"
Sandra blanched when she heard her husband's latest demands. It was
too much - she had suffered enough. She couldn't do it, couldn't degrade
herself further, and in front of Eve, too ... Oh, God, what was she to do?
"You heard what I said!" Mike's voice was livid with rage. It was
no use! She had to do it ...
Fighting back her tears, Sandra reached down once more and grasped
the rock-hard cock in her hand, and slowly, began to guide it towards the
tiny cringing hole of her pussy. She rested the hard, bulbous head
against the delicate petal-shaped opening, her breath quickening in fear.
"All right, Maguire, get ready. I'll tell you when to go!"
All feeling left Sandra. She was suffering the ultimate degradation.
And she didn't care. She was beyond any normal emotion. Her body was
left to take the punishment, while her mind sought refuge in numbness.
"Get ready, get set!" Mike's voice, quivering with excitement, called
out. "One, two, three ... GOOOOOO ... ! !"
Sam sprang forward on his boss' order, oblivious to everything but
his rising passion and his desire to appease his employer. He surged
forward with brutal strength, crashing through the soft, unresisting
barrier of her outer cunt lips, slicing through the tender vaginal sheath
like a knife through melted butter.
"WAAARRRGGGHHHHHHHH ..." she sobbed helplessly, her hips thrashing
wildly to escape the skewering pain.
"Oh please stop, it hurts ... it hurts meee ..."
Her screams were drowned out by Mike's hysterical laughter.
"That's it, Maguire! Give the bitch a good fucking!"
Sam's grossly inflated penis was like a cast-iron cudgel splitting
her insides, sending shooting pains ricocheting through her. The hard,
smooth head rubbed irritatingly against the delicate flesh of her cervix,
and she felt that the fragile membrane at the entrance to her body would
tear from the unnatural stretching. At last, he began to withdraw his
lust hardened cock, grating the inner sheath with its veinous underside,
sending painful shudders rippling through Sandra's body. The pain
obliterated any other feeling, and dominated her whole being.
"OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh ..." she wailed again as Sam drove forward with
even greater force, raising her pelvis a few inches from the ground as he
bore into her with flesh-splitting strength. He began to establish an
arduous rhythm, forcing her strained vaginal passage to give a little as
he began to plow into her.
"Fuck back, you little whore!" Mike screamed, his eyes dancing with
lewd perverted excitement. His eyes were riveted on the enormous shaft as
it plunged in and out of his wife's aching pussy, and he was enjoying the
spectacle of her debasing pain. His own cock was standing out like a
flagpole, goaded into erection by the incredible luridness of the act he
had instigated.
He was mesmerized by the straining whiteness of his wife's subjugated
body, by the palpitating milkiness of her breasts, the trembling strength
of her thighs.
Sandra was relieved when the pain finally subsided and Sam's actions
took on a regular rhythm. Her body responded in kind, recognizing the
familiar action, and she felt some of her degrading feelings easing. It
would soon be over ...
She couldn't believe it when she felt the first tingle of excitement
- a familiar pinprick of pleasure deep inside her.
She wanted to quell it, stamp it out, but knew she couldn't. Her
body was responding as it did on the other occasions when she had been
debased and humiliated ... it was responding to a man's penis inside it,
and nothing else!
"Ooooohhhhhhh ..." she sighed involuntarily as her hips almost
unconsciously took on a deep sensual churning, a passionate grind of its
own, a direct answer to Sam's insistent demands. Flushes of heat were
rising up her body, blushing her face, making her mewl with excitement,
causing little beads of perspiration to break out on her upper lip. Her
hips began to grind upward as Sam plunged downward, and then pressed back
against the softness of the hay as he began to withdraw, her interior
vaginal sinews milking his blood-filled prick with tight, possessive
little contractions.
Mike ran an excited tongue over his dry lips when he noticed his
wife's excitement, her acquiescence to Sam's pile-driving cock. She was
enjoying the fucking her lover was giving her, right in front of him, her
own husband! The lewd thought excited him even more. His eyes were glued
on the increasing tempo of the fucking pair, darting here and there to
catch a glimpse of a bobbing breast, a dipping cock, fleshy cunt lips! He
had forgotten completely about Eve, cringing still in the dark corner,
fearful to show herself. He had forgotten everything but the presence of
his wife and her lover who were becoming oblivious to him, and the
mounting pressure in his own balls as they sent urgent messages to his
throbbing prick.
Suddenly, he couldn't take it any longer. His cruel, sadistic trick
had backfired - he had engendered an excitement in the two which was
getting the better of him also ... he no longer wished to be just a
director ...
Sandra was carried away in the wind of her own undeniable excitement.
She was being fucked by their hired man again, who had elicited so many
wonderful responses in her before, who had initiated her into incredible
realms of ecstasy, and this time was no exception. She had momentarily
forgotten about her husband's initial part in the act, and was aware only
of Sam's body buffeting against her, his thick, lust-hardened prick
slamming into her pelvis, his hard rough hands kneading the flesh of her
hips. Then, suddenly, the rhythm which was carrying her along on the road
to climax was shattered. A hand was grappling with her hair, making her
squirm with excruciating pain. Her eyes flew open ... and she saw a cock,
a long, red, throbbing cock a scant inch away from her face!
Her eyes riveted on the burgeoning instrument, jutting out proudly
from a forest of blond curls ... it was Mike!
"Open your mouth!" he commanded, his voice laden with depraved
passion. She continued to stare, mesmerized by the lewd instrument, until
it leaped forward and slipped past her lips in a swift abrupt movement.
Surprised, she found the fleshy hardness of it in her mouth ... a
strangely agreeable sensation! Timorously, her tongue began to swipe the
rod of flesh in her mouth, tasting for the first time the masculine
piquancy of her husband's prick. Shivers of strange pleasure rippled her
skin. She began to suck gently on the palpitating organ, caressing it
with her lips, nibbling at it with her teeth. Her tongue darted into the
tiny slit at the top, stretching it mischievously, and then slipped down
to coat the heavy webbed underside with saliva. She was beginning to like
sucking her husband's cock ... while her lover fucked her!
Her hand reached up and cupped the squirming sac of his scrotum,
kneading the fermenting balls, cradling them in her warm palm. Mike's
hands tightened in her hair, forcing her mouth further down on his
throbbing prick, till the smooth spongy head was pressing against her
larynx, making her cough slightly from the unaccustomed contact.
Mike was driven to frenzy by his wife's hungry sucking on his cock.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her full ovalled lips circling his
rock-hard member, and his hands released their frenetic grip on her hair
and dropped to knead savagely at the smooth orbs of her breasts.
Sam continued to pump furiously into the gyrating woman, feeling her
body jackknifing against him with each demonic stroke of his blood-hard
prick. His hands were like eagle's claws on her hips, and his body was
straining every muscle taut as whipcord as he pounded mercilessly into
her.
Sandra was a fiery furnace of excitement and passion. She had never
felt like this before. She loved being fucked by Sam while she was
sucking her own husband's cock ... loved the feeling of Mike's prick
plunging far back into her throat while Sam's rod plundered her pussy. She
was being buffeted by two men, fucked by both at once, and she revelled in
the lewd tbree-way act.
She began to suck furiously as she sensed her husband's imminent
release. She could feel his body tense, and then she felt the rumble of
his white-hot sperm along the tube of his cock, before it spurted in a
boiling stream of frothy white nectar into the sanctuary of her throat.
She swallowed and gulped as it continued to flow in a thick jet down her
burning gullet, and her cheeks hollowed and filled as she strove to keep
up with the never-ending shower, her lips tightly convoluted around the
pumping cock, so as not to lose a precious drop of it.
"Keep sucking... keep suckingggg..." Mike to drain every last drop
into his wife's eager gulping throat.
Sam stiffened like a bowstring just then, and his hoarse guttural
cries sounded out as he began to batter against her like a bulldozer, his
heavy pelvis slamming cruelly against her upraised crotch, squirting jet
after jet of hot white semen into her hungrily churning belly in a
constant river of his pent-up passion.
A feeling of disappointment flickered through her as her husband's
penis, at last spent and limp, slipped from her mouth, but just then, her
own release was triggered by Sam's frantic pounding into her, and she felt
herself lifted up in the arms of a giant whirlwind, and spun round and
round, until she was flying by herself in a never-never land of complete
euphoria.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she chanted, her body
tossing and gyrating like a spinning top, flailing about under Sam's deep
hard thrusts into her.
Shriek after shriek flew past her sperm glistening lips as she was
caught in the throes of spasm after delicious spasm of indescribable
delight, each of which carried her far beyond the wildest bounds of what
she had experienced before.
At last, she was still, her body still twitching a little, as her
nerve endings surrendered the last vestiges of their pleasure, and she lay
back on the softness of the sweet smelling hay, beside the panting body of
her husband and the satiated grunting figure of her lover.
