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