Synopsis: Story about a lady who works for a video distributor. While working late one night these men break into steal videos and equipment. One of her tasks is viewing the films, including the porn films, and that is what she's doing when they find her still there. They tie her up and then begin molesting her and finally rape her before they leave.
                                BIG TITS

                   Captured, bound and played with...
I work for a video cassette production firm.  We have distribution
rights for various films ranging from instructional cooking classes to
X-rated sex tapes.  I'm one of the few women in the company with a
management position.  I'm the only woman with an office actually in
the warehouse.  I'm in charge of billing and quality control.  I spend
most of the day taking care of all the paperwork.  The last two or so
hours each day, I QC videos.  From each batch of titles produced that
day in the warehouse, I pick a sample cassette, pop it in a player and
check its video and audio recording quality before they can be
packaged and shipped.

It's early November, and filling back-ordered Christmas items is a
priority during these long, hectic, exhausting days.  I have to stay
extra late tonight to catch up on reviewing tapes from low priority,
non-Christmas batches.  It's past 10:30 in the evening. The last
employee left two hours ago.  I've been watching videos for three
hours now, and just finished reviewing a high school video on the U.S
economy.  Boy, was it boring.  I commit to review one more film before
calling it a night.

The next video is a sex tape.  At last, something that won't put me to
sleep.  I pop it in the player and start my review.  It's a typical
hard-core video showing a big breasted woman, hopping out of her
clothes to eagerly stroke and suck various cocks before they start
pounding away at her pussy and ass.  I must be getting tired, because
I find myself not checking the video's reproduction quality, but
focusing on the action instead.

The woman is on her back, and the guy is straddling her chest.  His
big, erect cock rests between her ample breasts.  She pushes her boobs
together, and he starts to tit fuck her.  I think about my
ex-boyfriend.  He used to like to tit fuck me, too.  We broke up over
two months ago, and from time to time I miss him a little.  I miss our
love-making sessions.

It seems like I'll never have a long-term relationship.  None of my
boyfriends have lasted more than two years.  Most of them last only a
few months.  I'm not ugly or anything.  I guess my face is about
average, but it's not my face that attracts them.  Every guy who's
been interested in me was interested in my tits first.  All my
boyfriends loved to play with my boobs.  For a long time I was
frustrated because more time was spent on my breasts than on the rest
of me.  Once I finally accepted the fact that my lovers were all tit
men, I learned to enjoy more of what action I got.  Over time, my
breasts have become very sensitive to the attention they get.  In
fact, now I don't even enjoy sex unless my tits are involved a lot.

I rub my hand between my breasts, pretending my ex-boyfriend's cock is
rubbing against me.  I loved the feel of his cock against my tit
flesh.  He would rub his cock over my large, sensitive nipples and
watch my teats swell and grow.  I would push my breasts together and
as he slid his cock between them, I'd squeeze my tits and pinch my
nipples.  I always get very aroused when my breasts are stroked,
fondled and sucked.  Getting tit-fucked was something both he and I
could enjoy.

I'm proud of my breasts;  they're tight and round, even if they are
slightly big.  Being 5'6", thirty-two years old and in great shape, my
39D chest is always getting more than its share of attention.  I
almost always wear 3" or 4" heels to make me look taller and less top
heavy.  While I'm a trim 126 pounds, the heels also highlight my firm
behind.  My breasts, however, seem to be the first thing both men and
women notice about me.  When I was younger, I got embarrassed at the
looks I got from others, but as I've gotten older I've gotten to like
all the attention I get, or should I say all the attention my tits
get.

The firmness of my breasts is envied by most of the other women, and I
can always get a rise out of the men in the warehouse.  The guys
always seem to have a reason to come into my office, hover over me and
peer down at the slightest cleavage I may show.  I often wear sweaters
buttoned almost all the way up to discourage them.  One drawback to
sweaters, though, is that when I leave my office to walk through the
warehouse, I notice the guys stopping their work to watch as my
breasts bounce beneath my thin, form-fitting sweaters.  It's
embarrassing at times, because I can't stop them from bouncing.
Sometimes, though, their stares turn me on and make me feel sexy. When
I'm in my office, I can look up from my desk and usually see two or
three of them staring at me through the glass wall.

The man in the tape is poking her tits faster and faster.  I put my
hands on the sides of my own breasts and push them together.  I rub
them up and down, against each other and imagine they're massaging my
boyfriend's cock.  My index fingers slide over my nubs, rubbing and
pressing in on them.  The man and woman in the video are 69'ing now.
His cock glistens as it slides between her lips.  She moans as he
works her pussy with his tongue.  I'm breathing heavy from all this
action.  I pull up the front of my skirt and stick two fingers inside
my panties.  I feel a warmness and sexual excitement building within
me.  My knees pull apart, and my fingers rub my clit.

Unexpectedly, I hear a noise.  It sounds like something heavy fell in
the warehouse.  I freeze, hold my breath and listen.  But I don't hear
anything else.  I pull down my skirt and pause the tape.  I better
check it out.  In hectic days like these, sometimes they forget to
turn off all the equipment in the back.  I leave my office and walk
through the warehouse, looking for the cause of the noise.  As I round
the corner near the loading dock, I am startled to see some men in the
back rummaging among the boxes.

Before I can react, one of them spies me and says, "Yeah, who's that?"
In a second, they're all looking my way, and one of them says, "Get
her!"  They rush toward me, and I turn to run back to my office.  For
once, I wish I wasn't wearing high heels.  I hope I can get to the
phone and call 911.  Before I get there though, one of them catches me
by the arm.

My arms are brought roughly together behind my back.  My knees buckle,
and I hang briefly in the stranger's grasp.  I begin to struggle when
he places his hand over my mouth.  He presses me against the
cinderblock wall and whispers in my ear, "Keep quiet!  Settle down!" I
twist away from the wall, but he pushes me back.  I hear the sound of
my sweater snagging on the rough wall as my breasts rub against it. He
is too strong for me to break free.  I stop struggling as I know I
have no chance against him now.  I'm firmly captured.

He lowers his hand from my mouth slightly.  I begin to breath heavily,
and I feel my heart pounding.  He moves me away from the wall.  I'm
spun around, and my arms are handed to someone else and again pulled
tightly behind me.  I let out a small squeal in surprise.  The first
one who held me, maybe the Leader of the gang, says, "I said be
quiet!" In the dim light of the warehouse I see a group of at least
six men facing me.  He asks, "Is anyone else here?"

I try again to squirm free from whomever is holding my arms.  I say,
"Leave me alone...  let me go..."  The Leader grabs my chin with one
hand, looks into my eyes and repeats, "Is anyone else here?"  I stop
struggling and shrug my shoulders in reply.  Still looking into my
eyes, the Leader says, "Bill...  Ben...  go check out the rest of the
building.  Be careful, and check everywhere." I know they'll find no
one else in the building.  I am alone and afraid of what might happen
next.

The Leader moves close to my held face and says, "Don't worry.  We
won't hurt you.  We just want to take care of some business.  You've
got some recorders and stuff we'd like to borrow.  Just be quiet, and
you won't be hurt.  We'll be outta here in no time, okay?"  He lets go
of my chin, and the back of his hand unintentionally brushes against
my left breast.

He looks me all over.  He steps up to me and softly says, "Don't
worry...  we won't hurt you...  just be quiet and be our friend...  we
treat our friends fine...  we take care of our friends..."  His hand
rests below my right tit.  He bounces it in his palm as if to feel its
weight.  He says, "We treat all our friends fine...  I know you'll be
our friend."  His hand moves over to my other breast, and he squeezes
it softly.  He says softly in my ear, "You got big tits, baby..."

The Leader steps back from me and says to a young looking boy, "Go
find some tape or rope."  He orders the others to start grabbing the
equipment and get it loaded into their truck.  He takes my arms from
the other man, pulling my elbows together and making my chest stick
out further.  There's a flurry of activity as the other men move among
the shelves in the warehouse grabbing equipment and tapes.  Bill and
Ben return and report the building is empty.  The Leader smiles and
orders them to join in the loading.

The Young One returns with a roll of our packing tape.  The Leader
tells the Young One to hold me.  I hear the tape rip as it's pulled
from the roll, then I feel it on my wrists.  He wraps the tape several
times around my hands and wrists.  I try to pull loose, but can not
struggle free.  The Leader tears the tape and presses it firmly in
place.  He says to the Young One, "Take her in there", motioning
toward my office.  "...and keep an eye on her.  After all, she's a
friend of ours."  He moves back in front of me.  His fingers stroke
along the bottoms of my breasts.  He bounces my boobs up and down
again.  I try to pull away from his touch.  He says, "Now be quiet.
We'll be out of here soon."

The Leader goes to check on the loading, and the Young One takes me
into my office.  He pushes me into a chair and nervously looks around
the office.  He sees the monitor still paused at the 69 sex scene.  He
works the player's controls, and the action resumes.  The woman is
leaning over the man's cock.  Working it with her hands and mouth. Her
large breasts dangle and bob over the man's chest.  He reaches up to
squeeze and rub them.  The Young One looks at me and smiles.  "Is this
what you were doing?  Watching them fuck?  You like this stuff? I
didn't think women watched this stuff."  He turns up the volume to
hear the sounds of her slurping.

He rummages around the office, looking in drawers and boxes.  Finding
nothing, he looks at me.  He says, "You're pretty,too.  I've never had
anyone as old as you...   ...especially like this, all tied up and
watching people fuck..."  He reaches down and touches the tip of my
left breast.  I tense up and instinctively pull back from his touch.
He pulls his hand back and gives a nervous chuckle.

He looks out into the warehouse and watches the activity for a while.
He comes back over to me looking nervous.  On the video, the woman is
being fucked doggie style.  They show a close-up of the man's cock
driving in and out of her pussy.  The shock of his body slamming
against her bottom makes her breasts flop all over.  She reaches for
one of her fleshy tits, squeezes it, pulls it to her mouth and licks
her nipple.

The Young One looks at me, grins and says, "Can you suck your own
titties too?...  They look big enough...  I'm not gonna hurt you...  I
just wanna feel your tits some..."  He reaches down for my breasts.  I
try to turn away, but can not move much in the chair.  I lean forward,
trying to evade his touch, but I can not stop him from touching me. He
pushes my shoulders up against the back of the chair.  With one hand
holding up my right shoulder, his other hand moves to my left breast.
I can not turn away.  I stop struggling and lean back in the chair.  I
will endure his boyish groping.

He stops holding me up in the chair.  He softly squeezes on my left
breast and slides his other hand gently up and down the slope of my
other breast.  I look up to see him still grinning.  He says, "This is
nice, huh...  you like this?...  does this feel good to you?...  feels
good to me...  these are nice tits...  you've got some nice, big tits,
lady...  I bet your tits are as big as hers...  I ain't never seen any
like these before..."

With both my hands securely taped behind me, he easily takes advantage
of my well-presented breasts.  He plucks at the tips of my breasts.  I
squirm in the chair and try twisting myself away.  He moves closer and
straddles my legs.  He again pins my shoulder to the back of the
chair.  My eyes move up to catch the sight a bulge in his pants.  I
think it's growing bigger right before my eyes.

He, however, is preoccupied with my breasts.  He presses them in and
rubs them up and down.  His fingers play with the tip of my left
breast.  A hint of my nipple becomes visible, and he flicks at it with
his finger.  He softly presses my nub between his thumb and finger. He
rolls my teat around and gently rubs my other breast.  I feel my
breasts beginning to swell with all this attention.  Soon neither my
bra or sweater can hide my growing nipples.  The more he rubs them,
the more noticeable they become.

I move my head away from him and look toward the door.  There is the
Leader standing silently in the door, for how long I don't know...  he
is watching as the Young One fondles me.  After some more time passes
he says, "You having fun?"  The Young One steps back and stammers,
"I... I was just feeling her tits...  We were watching this tape here,
and I just wanted to grab some tits too...  You know... anyway, I
ain't never touched tits this big before..."

The Leader walks over to us.  I look down to see both of my aroused
teats clearly poking through my sweater.  The Young One says, "She's
got the biggest pair of tits I've ever seen..." The Leader places his
hand on my left breast and rubs its tip slowly up and down with his
fingers.  "Yeah...  I see what you mean.", he says.  The Leader looks
over at the monitor.  The woman is with two other men now.  She's on
her hands and knees, and her fleshy breasts hang down to her elbows.
One man fucks her doggie style and grabs at her tits, while she sucks
the other man's cock.  The Leader puts the tip of his finger on my
sensitive nub and pushes it around.  The office is quiet, except for
the sounds made by the woman in the video.

The guy she is sucking pulls out of her mouth and strokes his cock
wildly, holding it in front of her face.  His cum shoots out, landing
on her lips and chin.  He moves his cock to her lips and milks it
while she licks it clean.  Her hand moves up to wipe his cum off her
face, then she spreads it over her breast.  I twist to the side to
move my nipple away from the Leader's finger.  He looks down at me and
says, "Is your nipple getting tired...?  Maybe we should let it rest a
bit..."  His hand moves to my other breast and gives it a couple of
squeezes.  "I can use your other tit for a while..." he says, as he
rubs the tip of my breast.

His fingers excite my nipple and make my nub swell until it stands out
from my breast.  He rolls my teat between his thumb and finger, and
says, "Now I've got something to hold on to...  you got nice nipples,
baby..."  He smiles and looks back at the monitor.  The guy fucking
the woman is picking up the pace.  His neck muscles begin to tighten.
The woman squeezes her tit and pulls on its nipple.  The Leader
pinches my nipple each time the woman pinches hers.  Her eyes are
closed, and her loud moans match the rhythm of the man's thrusts.  She
lets go of her tit and grabs the bed sheet.  Her big, dangling breasts
flop wildly about.  He pulls out his cock and masturbates to climax,
shooting cum on her butt.

The Leader moves over to the player and turns it off.  He says, "Yeah,
I can see how watching that can work up an appetite..." He looks over
to where I sit and approaches.  He presses up on my left boob and rubs
it in a circle.  His thumb and finger find my softening nub, and he
pulls on it through my clothes.  He looks to the Young One and says,
"You're right...  this does feel good...  she's got some nice feeling
tits, doesn't she...  these are just made for grabbing, aren't
they..." He looks back to me and says, "I wonder how much they'd sag
without a bra on...."  The Young One's eyes open wide, and he licks
his lower lip.

The Leader's hand moves to my chin, and he raises my head to look in
my eyes.  He says, "She's even pretty, too, huh?  Nice body, nice
face...  this is too good to pass up, eh?  The guys should have a
chance to see this too, you know...  go get one of those video
cameras...  we can at least show the guys later what they missed..."
The Young One giggles and rushes out to the warehouse.  The Leader
says, "Tits like this don't come along very often..."  His other hand
cups my right breast, giving it a firm squeeze.

I say, "Stop...  stop touching my breasts..."  The Leader looks toward
the returning Young One and says, "Hey, I'm not touching your
breasts... no...  I'm grabbing your tits!  That's what I'm doing..."
His hands cover my breasts and he clenches them tightly.  He says,
"Just feeling you up a little, that's all, baby...  anybody with tits
like these ought to be use to having them grabbed...  I know I'm not
the first one to touch these puppies, am I...  tits like these need
attention...  I bet your titties get squeezed and sucked a lot, don't
they, baby...", and he slaps at the bottom of my boobs a few times. He
looks in my eyes and says, "I can tell you'll want to be good to
us...  you'll want to be our friend...  you'll be a good girl... won't
you, baby?"

The Young One returns with a camera, lights and three cassettes.  The
Leader laughs and says, "I don't think we'll be here long enough to
use all of those...  You know how to run that?"  The Young One says,
"Oh yeah...  they're all alike..."  He loads the camera and plugs in
the light.  The Leader pulls me up from the chair, spins me around and
backs me up to the desk.  He says, "Get over there, and we'll get a
shot of her 'BEFORE'...  and remember, don't take any pictures of our
faces...  just shoot her..."

The Young One turns on the light, starts filming me.  The Leader says,
"Okay guys...  this is what you were missing while you were loading
the trucks..."  He reaches for my arm and positions me so the Young
One can take a profile shot.  The Leader says, "See how big her tits
are..."  He motions the Young One to get a close shot of my side,
focusing on my breast.  The Leader says to the Young One, "Let's show
the guys how her tits feel..."  I say, "No...  leave me alone..."  The
Leader says, "What?  and deprive my men?"

He tells the Young One to stop for a minute.  He grabs me by the waist
and lifts me onto the edge of my desk.  He yanks the bottom of my
sweater up.  I feel cool air against my belly.  "Let's see what old
Big Tits has got up there..." His hand goes underneath my sweater.
The material hugs against his hand.  I see the outline of his hand as
it moves upward.

His hand is cold, as it moves up over my belly and covers the bra cup
holding my left tit.  As he squeezes me, he looks into my eyes, smiles
and tells the Young One to get a close shot of my sweater.  When the
camera starts, he moves his hand from one tit to the other.  I feel
the coolness of his fingers as they rub over my nipples through the
thin fabric of my bra.  His fingers move up and glide along my upper
chest.  The silence is broken as I gasp for breath at his touch.  They
both grunt in amusement at my response.

His hand lightly moves down, and his fingers trace the top edge of my
bra.  He moves along the top of one cup, then the other.  He moves his
hand down from the lacy top of my bra and over the smooth fabric of my
bra cup.  He locates my nipple.  He stretches his fingers wide until
he rubs both my nipples at the same time.  As my nipples are moved
back and forth, my breasts get warmer and warmer.  I am angry at
myself because I can't fight back a growing arousal within me.

I notice I'm breathing heavier and heavier.  I try to control my
breathing, but finally openly gasp for air.  He doesn't seem to
notice.  He is concentrating his attention on my nipples.  His fingers
press in on my teats, and he pops them in and out of my now heaving
breasts.  I can feel my nipples tingle, in spite of the revulsion I
feel.  He says, "You've got nice nipples, Big Tits..." He stops and
slides his fingers to the front of my bra.  His hand pauses between my
boobs, and his fingers move up and down my cleavage as he strokes the
insides of my breasts.  His fingers move down to rest on the front
clasp of my bra. I feel his fingers probe around it.  He begins to
unclasp it, but pauses.

Reality begins to come back to me.  Here is a stranger with his hand
up my sweater, fondling me and now about to undress me.  He'll
probably unhook my bra, then rip open my sweater to expose my breasts.
I will not be able to hide my nakedness from him or the Young One.
They will take with them a video of my naked tits to watch over and
over.  How many men will see this?  I can't protect my breasts from
their touch.  I know I can't stop him from opening my bra.  I pull at
my taped wrists and move my shoulders from side to side.  I look up to
plead for him to stop.  I'm afraid of what they might do next...  of
what might happen next.

His eyes stare into mine.  I want all this to stop.  I just want him
to go away.  I want them all to go away.  I just want this to end.  I
don't want to make this last any longer.  He grins as I squirm around
on the desk.  I decide to stop resisting to see if my lack of any
reaction will make him leave me alone.  Maybe he only wants to tease
me, and if I stop then he'll stop.

His grin changes to a smile as he sees me relax.  I am somewhat
relieved as his fingers move from my bra clasp.  He curls a finger
under the top lace of my bra, sticking it inside my bra cup.  Two of
his fingers locate my growing teat nestled just below the top lace of
my bra.  His fingers move up and down on either side of it.  I feel
chills shooting from my bud, through my breast and up my back.  He
says, "You've got some healthy nipples on your big titties, don't you,
baby..." He flicks it back and forth with one finger rapidly, and I
hear three short gasps escape from my mouth.

The Leader's fingers move across my chest to straddle my other nipple.
When he touches it, I can not hold back another shudder.  I'm sure
both the Leader and the Young One see me react.  The only sound in the
room is that of my ever deepening breathing.  The Leader says,
"Yeah... this is nice...  and she likes this too...  her nipples like
this...  see how they stick out?...  she's really enjoying this...
aren't you, baby...  you'll like being our friend...  like I said, we
always treat our friends good, baby..."

As he pulls his fingers out of my bra, he yanks up on my nipple.  The
material of my bra presses the hardening tip of my nipple up, pinning
it against the sensitive flesh surrounding it.  He pulls his hand out
from under my sweater, steps back and says to the Young One, "She'll
be your friend, too...  I think you're old enough to handle something
like this...  come over here, give me the camera and grab a handful of
some real tit..."

The Young One laughs nervously, says, "All right!", and approaches the
desk.  The Leader takes a close shot of my face and says, "Smile,
baby...  you're gonna be a star..."  He moves back to get my chest
into the picture too, and the Young One puts both his hands under my
sweater, pushing it up my chest, bunching it up beneath my bra.  His
hands, too, are cold.  They move up over the bottom of my bra.  His
fondling is more aggressive than before as he roughly paws at my bra.

As he rubs and squeezes me, he looks up at me and says, "Do you like
this?...  does this feel good?...  I'll tell you, this sure feels good
to me...  you got some big titties, don't you lady...  I ain't never
had titties like these before...  this is real good, isn't it..."  I
shiver slightly when he rubs my nipples.  I am breathing deeply again;
his immature roughness excites me.  He moves his hands to the outside
of my bra, squeezes my breasts together and moves them up and down.
The Leader says, "Look at them tits...  rub 'em...  squeeze 'em...
squeeze 'em hard..." The Young One follows his que and squeezes my
breasts over and over.

His fondling is against my will, but my breasts warm with pleasure
while he mauls them.  I can not stop my arousal.  I afraid I might
even orgasm from his stimulation.  I don't want this to continue, but
I feel an electricity beginning to travel through my breasts.  I raise
my head and see the Leader has stopped filming and is watching my
reaction.  He smiles, nods slightly and says, "You know...  I think
it's time we really see what she's packing...  I wanna see your tits,
baby..."  He approaches me and hands the Young One the camera.

The Leader pulls my sweater back down.  His fingers play with the top
button of my sweater.  He moves down to the next one.  It rests in the
gap between my breasts, and my sweater holds it away from my chest. He
presses the button in, pulling the material of my sweater tight across
my chest.  He now can see just how big my tits are.  He smiles,
releases the button and pushes it in again.  His fingers move down to
the next button, below my breasts and says, "Three..." He touches each
of the other buttons, counting all six of them.

He tells the Young One to start filming again.  He goes to the bottom
button of my sweater and undoes it.  He looks into my eyes as his
fingers move to the next button above it.  I over look at the Young
One;  the camera is fixed on the action, catching each button being
opened.  When the button just below my breasts is opened, my sweater
springs open slightly, baring some of my belly.  He moves to the
second button from the top, the one suspended between my tits.  He
pops it open, and my sweater snaps apart, but it catches along the
insides of my breasts and clings to them.  The bottom of my sweater
pulls open more than before, exposing most of my belly.  The front
clasp of my bra is visible.  The Leader flicks at it with his finger.
Finally, the top button is undone.  The Leader says to the Young One,
"Get ready for the unveiling!...  Here come the boobs..."

He grasps each half of my sweater.  He pulls it away from me, then
opens it slowly, pausing for a moment once the black lace of my bra is
exposed. My bra has underwire support to hold my large breasts high
and push them together.  Even so, my full bra cups droop and cover the
bra's bottom strap.  My bra's shoulder straps are taut, as they strain
to support their load.  I'm wearing a half-cut style bra which covers
only the bottom portion of my breasts.  A sliver of my dark, brown
nipple flesh peeks over the lacy bra cup.  The bra makes my breasts
look like they're barely contained and ready to pop free.

The Leader says, "Wow...  better than I thought..."  His eyes are
feasting on the revealed breast flesh.  He sticks a finger in the deep
cleavage my bra creates as it pulls my breasts together.  He wiggles
his finger between my tits and says, "These are packed in there pretty
tight, aren't they, baby...  they probably don't like being held so
tight...  maybe we should let 'em breath a bit, eh?"  With his finger
still buried in my cleavage, he taps the inside of my right breast to
make it jiggle.  He seems to enjoy the sight of my moving breast
flesh.  He says, "Are you getting a good shot of her wiggly tits?" The
Young One says, "You bet!  This looks real good..."

He pulls his finger out and glides the back of his hand over my upper
chest.  Only his fingernails touch my skin as he strokes up to my
neck, then down to the top of my bra cups.  My nipples are not far
below the lacy top of the cups, and when he touches the exposed nipple
flesh, I begin to visibly shake.

He says, "Do you think your tits would like some air?"  "No...", I beg
pitifully, "stop it...  don't..."  He lightly strokes my lacy bra cups
and continues to say, "I bet you let them free as soon as you get home
each night, don't you, baby...  you probably can't get home fast
enough to take this thing off, can you, Big Tits...  you probably like
it without a bra on...  you like it when your tits are free and bounce
around, don't you..."

I drop my eyes, embarrassed to know that what he's saying is really
true.  His language is offensive to me;  no one has said such things
to me.  I feel vulnerable knowing he is discovering my private
feelings.  I'm scared that he may discover too much.  He moves his
fingers down to the tip of my left breast.  His two fingers act like a
pair of scissors as he gently clips away at my nipple under the thin,
lacy material.  I feel a little bit of pleasure growing in my breast.

He softly says, "I bet you like it when your tits rub against your
clothes, don't you...  it must feel real good when your tits bounce up
and down a little bit, just enough for your clothes to drag over your
nipples once in a while...  you like the feeling of something brushing
against your nipples, don't you, baby..."  His fingers move to my
other breast, and he gives it the same scissor treatment.  The sense
of pleasure he creates on my nipple grows a bit quicker this time, and
the tingling in my other breast subsides.

He says, "You like this, don't you, Big Tits...  you like me playing
with your titties, don't you...  you know what else...  I bet you like
to walk around outside without a bra on, don't you, baby...  walking
makes your big tits bounce a lot, doesn't it...  I'll bet you like to
walk around outside in a tee shirt...  just tight enough to hug a bit,
but not quite tight enough to make you look like a slut, huh, baby...
your nipples get a lot of rubbing when you walk around like that,
don't they...  it feels good...  they get hard, don't they..."

He places his hands on the outsides of my breasts and rests his thumbs
on my teats.  He gently moves them up and down, and side to side.  The
more he manipulates them, the harder it is for me to ignore the
growing sense of excitement.  His gaze is fixed upon the pointy tips
of my breasts as they bulge against my bra cup.  The Young One moves
down to get a straight-on shot of breasts.  The Leader's forefinger
moves to press the bulge on my right breast against his thumb.  He
gently squeezes me.  Without looking up, he says, "You get excited
knowing any man you meet can look at your big tits as you strut
around...  you probably smile when you catch one of them looking a bit
longer...  staring at your nipples...  sticking out like this...  I
bet guys just go crazy over your tits...  and you like that, don't
you..."

He pats the bottoms of my breasts, and my tit flesh quivers for him
and the camera.  The palm of his hand slides over my bra cups, from
the tip of one breast to the other.  He softly squeezes each breast,
before sliding over to the other one.  The excitement in my breasts
diminishes.  His fondling seems to excite only him.  He says, "I bet a
lot of men look at your bouncing tits and think about grabbing and
squeezing them...  or sucking them...  or maybe wrapping them around
their dick...  and you know that's what they're thinking, don't you,
baby..."

"But you like it when men look at your big titties, don't you...  the
more they stare, the more excited you get..."  His fingers return to
my nipples.  He pinches them again and again, gently at first then
more firmly.  He's bringing that pleasurable feeling back to my
breasts.  He says, "The more excited you get, the harder your nipples
get..."  His thumbs press down on my nubs and rub them in circles. The
sensation in my breasts rises quickly.  "...they probably get real
hard, don't they, Big Tits..."  His talk makes me feel timid, but his
touch makes me feel aroused.  I see the tips of my nipples clearly
showing through the sheer material of my bra.  I look up at him as he
toys with my nipples, and he smiles with satisfaction.  The camera
continues to capture it all.

I look down and see the tops of my breasts quivering as I breathe.  He
pushes the sides of my boobs together.  My tit flesh wells up in my
bra.  I think they're going to pop out in any second.  He lets go, and
my boobs bounce back.  The camera is glued to the jiggling tops of my
breasts as I breath heavier and heavier.  My mouth opens as I gasp for
more air.  While I am frightened by the way things are going, I
continue to feel more aroused.  I know now for certain that he won't
stop until he takes off my bra.  He wants to see my tits.  He wants to
touch my nipples.  They're filming me so others will be able to see my
naked tits and watch them being fondled.  With my arms bound behind
me, I won't be able to stop him.

He tells the Young One to move closer to me saying, "Zoom in on this
tit...  fill the whole picture with this tit..."  When the Young One
starts the camera, the Leader slips his index finger between my left
breast and my bra.  He curls it around the tip of my breast and pulls
it out of the bra cup.  I feel the coolness of the air striking my
breast.  I watch as he pulls the cup of my bra down slightly, exposing
some of the nipple surrounding my swollen teat.  It sticks out a good
half inch.  The lacy fabric digs into my tit flesh.  My bra is
tighter, now.  It's pulling up on my breast, forcing my tit to bulge
more.

The Young One says, "Oh, wow...  this is good...  look at that nipple
stick out like that...  boy, oh, boy...  this is good..." The Leader
says, "Pull back a little and we'll do her other tit..."  He pushes
the bottom of my other breast up and peels the bra cup down to display
its tip.  Its puckered nipple is not as firm as my other one.  The
Leader says, "I better even her up a bit, eh..."  He pinches my just
bared right nipple several times.  "We wanna make sure she's looking
her best for the camera, don't we..."  The Young One giggles a bit,
and the Leader pulls and twists my nipple while he rubs my other one
back and forth.

"There you go...", says the Leader as he releases me, "...get a good
shot of this matching set now..."  My teats are the size of buttons.
His hands squeeze the bottom of my breasts, and my tit flesh bulges
even more.  He watches in fascination and says, "Nice...  very nice,
Big Tits...  you're a big girl, aren't you, baby..."  He slowly
squeezes my tits, over and over.  He says, "I like big tits...  these
are real good..." I can tell he is determined to have more fun with my
breasts.  I don't know when he'll stop, but it doesn't seem to be
soon.

His hands move underneath the edges of my sweater and slide up near my
neck.  His hands move slowly toward my shoulders, pushing my sweater
aside.  It is now fully open. I feel the cool air as my sweater slides
off my shoulders.  His hands then slide slowly down my arms, dragging
my sweater down until it stops at my taped wrists.  He steps back a
little and tells the Young One to pull back and get all of me in the
picture.  The Leader says, "Hey, Big Tits...  look at us...  let's see
that pretty face...  you look real nice sitting there, baby..." They
both smile and admire the view of my breasts with my pointy nipples
peeking over the top of my turned-down bra cups.

For the first time I notice several of the other men are standing at
my office's glass wall and peering in.  Their eyes are fixed on me.
The Leader turns and sees the men I saw.  He approaches me, stands to
the side and pats the bottoms of my breasts.  My tit flesh wiggles,
and the men roar their approval.  The Leader shouts to them, "Get back
to work...  we're making a movie for you for later...  in case you
don't get a chance to see the real thing..."  Oh, no...  does that
mean the men might be fondling my breasts too before this ordeal is
over?

The Young One giggles, and the Leader's hands move back up to my bra's
front clasp.  His fingers begin to open it, then he looks in my eyes
and says, "Did you see your nipple, baby...  it's getting hard...  it
seems to like this, doesn't it, Big Tits...  and I can tell you're
liking this a bit, too, aren't you...  you're probably gonna like this
more than we are..."  He tells the Young One to get another close-up
of my chest.  With a quick flick, he unfastens the clasp.  My bra
releases its captives.  I feel my heavy breasts drop free.

The Leader says, "Let's take a look at these big tits..."  His hand
slides under one end of the loose bra and moves the left cup aside. He
pauses when his palm reaches the bottom of my boob.  He opens his
hand, cups my tit and gives it a couple of squeezes.  He continues to
move the bra cup aside until my breast until it is fully exposed.  I
look down and see my fat, pink teat sticking out from my now naked
tit.  My swollen nipple covers the tip of my breast.  His finger
traces along the outside of my big nipple, sending chills up my back.
I can see my nub getting bigger.  He says, "You must like this, Big
Tits...  your nipple is getting harder and harder..."

Sitting on the desk makes my now bare breast almost level with his
mouth.  I can't cover myself.  I lower my head and close my eyes, not
wanting to see their leers and try to suppress my arousal.  I feel a
sharp sensation, and my eyes snap open to see the Leader pulling on my
nub with his large strong hand.  His fingers pinch the sides of my
swelling nipple.  It's pulled hard.  I moan as he pulls it out as far
as he can before releasing it.  He pulls it out again and again.  My
naked breast flesh quivers each time my tit is released.

He rubs the hard nub and softly says, "Oh yeah...  hey, check this
out...  she's really liking this...  get a good shot of this tit..."
He releases my nipple and rubs his hand up and down, over my firm tit
flesh.  He says, "This puppy is big, isn't it...  and it doesn't sag
much either...  it's just sticking right out there, begging for more
attention...  you must be packing 38's, huh baby...  or maybe even
bigger, huh...  you got a great set of jugs, don't you, Big Tits...
and see...  you got a happy nipple too..."

He rubs my breast up and down faster.  The camera records the mauling.
I feel a pleasurable rush as my taut nub is bent up and down against
his sliding palm.  He says, "You like this, don't you baby...  you
kinda like it rough, don't you, baby...  yeah...  you know what, Big
Tits?...  you're lucky...  cause I like to be rough...  my rough will
make you feel good, Big Tits...  this feels real good, doesn't it,
baby..."

He rolls the tip of my nipple between his thumb and finger, then he
pinches it softly over and over.  He says, "You like having your
nipples pinched, don't you, baby...  this feels good, doesn't it, Big
Tits...  you want me to keep rubbing your boobs, don't you...
squeezing on your tits...  making your nipples hard..." I try to deny
his words, but a part of me knows he speaks some truth.  I can not
deny all of the excitement I feel from this situation; being half
naked in front of strangers, having my breasts bared and fondled, my
nipples abused.  My bound wrists give him complete access.  My
inability to protect myself from his will is becoming less frightening
and a bit exciting.

I partially close my eyes as I respond more to his touch.  His other
hand moves under my other dangling bra cup.  Both his hands are on my
tit flesh now.  Again, I catch my breath with a gasp, unable to
control my arousal.  He says, "Let's not neglect the other one,
now..."  He moves the other half of my bra to the side, then pushes
the bra straps off my shoulders.  He pulls my bra down my arms until
it joins my sweater, behind my back and around my bound hands.  My
large, round tits are now in full display.  I can't stop a shiver
growing within me.  I shake a little making my tits wobble slightly. I
feel an unwanted excitement as he looks me over.  His fingers softly
stroke the undersides of my boobs.

His hands slide all over my unprotected tits.  He grasps my left teat
between his thumb and forefinger and rubs it until it hardens to his
satisfaction.  Then, he moves to my other breast and gives that nipple
the same treatment.  I squirm further onto the desk, trying to get
away from him, but he pulls me back to the desk top's edge.  I bend
forward.  His fingers finally release my aching nubs.  His hands go to
the bottom of my breasts.  He slaps them toward him with his fingers
making my boobs shudder.  I twist my shoulders back and forth trying
to evade his groping.  As I struggle, my breasts sway.

My leaning forward does not stop the Leader's advances.  He puts one
hand on my back and bends me over even more.  My breasts hang away
from my body.  He cups one of my dangling tits in the palm of his free
hand, as if he's guessing its weight.  He gently strokes the tip of my
tit with his fingertips.  He says to the Young One, "Get a good shot
of her tits hanging like this..."  The Young One crouches near me to
get a good angle on my tits.  The Leader pushes me from side to side a
bit, making my breasts swing for the camera.  He says, "Put the camera
down for a bit, and come over here...  I need you to help us out...
hold Big Tits over like this...  I need to milk these hanging jugs..."
The Young One comes over and presses down on my back.

The Leader's large hands scoop up my breasts.  I see my tit flesh
pushing out between his fingers as he squeezes me tightly.  He presses
my boobs up against my body and rubs them in wide circles.  He drops
them, and they fall back toward the floor, jiggling at their freedom.
His fingertips caress my hanging tits starting from the top and bottom
of each breast then gently stroking it down to its nipple.  After a
few strokes, my teats stiffen again.

He says, "You've got some real fine tits, baby...  I'd love to mess
with you all the time...  these titties sure need special attention...
do they get enough attention, baby?...  are they stroked like this
often enough?...  they sure seem to like it, don't they, baby...
they're so smooth...  and warm...  and big...  with nice nipples..."
He thumps the tip of my right nipple with his middle finger several
times.  After it grows bigger, he thumps on my left nipple until it,
too, responds.

He firmly rolls my nubs between his fingers and pinches them some.  I
say, "Ow-w-w...  that hurts...  o-h-h-h...  stop it..." He says, "Oh,
hush...  why are you complaining?...  you know you're loving this...
nipples never lie, baby...  and your nipples keep getting bigger and
harder...  your nipples like this...  they like to be rubbed around
and pinched a little, don't they, baby...  it feels good when your
nipples get all excited and hard, doesn't it...  you like having hard
nipples, don't you baby...  but they're not too hard yet...  but don't
worry, Big Tits, I know how to get 'em hard for you..."

He places the palms of his hands under the tips of my breasts.  He
moves his hands in slow, small circles, with my nipples resting in and
rubbing against his palms.  His hands circle faster, and my dangling
breasts begin to move in circles too.  He lowers his palms until only
the very tips of my nipples are rubbing against the rough skin of his
hands.

As he moves my breasts in ever bigger circles, they are pulled away
from each other, then smashed together.  Hearing my tits being slapped
together and the friction of my teats sliding over his palms soon has
an effect.  I feel a pressure building in my breasts.  My nipples
tingle in his palms.  My breathing becomes deeper, and my mouth opens
for air.  He says, "See that, baby...  your nipples got harder
already...  you must like this, huh, baby...  I know these big tits of
yours do...  can you feel your nipples getting harder, baby?...  they
feel hard in my hands...  and your tits are getting hot, too, baby...
I can feel 'em getting big, too...  you know what, baby...  I'm gonna
do something special for you, baby...  something special for you and
your big tits...  I'm gonna get these nipples really big for you,
baby...  and I know just how to do it, too...

I am astonished at how sensitive my boobs have become.  The only thing
I feel is an intense pleasure in my breasts.  The only thing I hear is
the slapping of my tits together.  He says, "I know just what your
titties like...  you know, too, don't you, Big Tits...  your titties
like to be rubbed;  and to be kissed; and to be sucked...  your
titties like those things, don't they, baby...  that makes your
titties feel good...  but your nipples like something else, don't
they, baby..."

"They like something a little rougher, don't they...  your nipples
like to be pinched..."  His fingers pinch my nipples hard, and I moan
loudly.  "...and pulled..."  He tugs on my nipples, pulling my breasts
down.  "...and flicked..."  He flicks a finger at each nipple, sending
chills down my back.  "...you like this, don't you, baby...  you like
this..."  He pinches and pulls and flicks my nipples for several
minutes.  My breathing becomes more labored.  The sensation is
bringing me close to the point of orgasm.

He finally releases my nipples and strokes the tips of my breasts with
his fingertips again.  He says, "You liked that, didn't you, baby..."
I stammer, "No...  it hurts...  it hurts..."  He replies, "Rough hurts
sometimes, baby...  but I know you liked it a little, too, Big Tits...
after it hurt for a little, it started to feel good, didn't it,
baby..."  He's right.  It did become a pleasurable sensation after a
while.  The stimulation was intensely arousing.  But I can never let
him know he's right.

He says, "Your nipples sure liked it rough..." Very softly he strokes
the sides of my teats.  "...the harder I pinched them, the harder they
got...  the more I pulled them, the longer they got...  the more I
flicked at them, the fatter they got...  your nipples like it rough,
isn't that right, baby...  and you liked it, too...  you like it a
little bit rough, don't you, Big Tits...  Well, baby, I'm gonna make
you and your nipples feel good..."  His palms cup the tips of my
breasts, and he starts moving them in circles again.  When my tits
start slapping against each other again, he says, "I'm gonna make your
nipples harder than they've ever been, baby...  your nipples will are
gonna love this...  and, your gonna love this, too...  check this out,
baby..."

He increases the pace.  My tits move in a quicker rhythm.  Their
slapping gets louder.  My breathing quickens, and I gasp for air.  He
moves to grasp the very tip of each nipple firmly between his thumb
and middle finger.  He drags my breasts in circles by pulling them
around by their tips.  I am filled with a mixture of pain and
pleasure.  I moan with each breath.

He says to me, "Yeah, baby...  you're enjoying this, aren't you,
baby...  and I like the sound of your tits when they slap together
like this, too...  don't you, Big Tits...  you like me pulling on your
nipples...  they're nice and hard now, baby...  but I'm not stopping
yet, baby...  they're gonna get harder...  I'm gonna make these
nipples as hard as rocks, baby...  I bet you're gonna cum from this...
don't be afraid to cum, baby...  I'm gonna make you hard...  I'm gonna
make you cum..."

He releases my aching nipples.  Almost immediately, he grabs the tips
of my swaying, sore breasts by pinching together the flesh just
outside my areolas on either side of my throbbing teats.  He pulls
them toward the floor, pulling my tits taut and away from my body.  He
shakes my boobs quickly from side to side.  I feel a stronger rush of
pleasure and pain as my nubs are pinched against the flesh of my own
areolae, imprisoned by his grip.  Continuing to shake my breasts, he
moves a finger on each hand up to the tip of each nipple and flicks at
them.  Each flick sends a shudder through me.  He stops shaking my
breasts only long enough to tug on them a few times.  He pulls them
far from my body while roughly flicking my sensitive nipples faster
and harder.  My body shakes uncontrollably at the sensation.

He releases my tortured breasts, and they spring back up.  I look at
my nipples.  They are hard and distended more than I've ever seen
them.  My breasts are pink, swollen and throbbing.  He grabs one of my
tits in each hand.  He twists them around until their tips touch each
other.  As he rubs my nipples against each other, my breasts fill with
an intense sexual pleasure.  The sensation is more than I can control.
My nipples are on fire...  My body shudders and I give out a long,
loud moan as I am overcome by a climax.  He keeps rubbing my nipples
together, and my body lets loose with a series of three or four more
climaxes.  I feel my pussy juices flow.

As my moaning subsides and I try to catch my breath, he releases my
breasts.  I look at them sway in their freedom.  He places his hand
between my breasts and lightly slaps the inside of one tit and then
the other.  He slaps them back and forth several times and says, "See,
baby...  see how big they are now...  and I made you cum, baby, didn't
I..."  He stops slapping between my tits and lightly slaps the tips of
my hanging breasts, making them bounce and jiggle.  He says, "I heard
you moan, Big Tits...  and I felt you cumming...  I knew you'd like
that, baby..."

He says to the Young One, "That ought to do her...  you can let her up
now...  get a shot of her now..."  The Young One stops pushing on my
back and readies the camera.  I am too tired to sit up.  The Leader
puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me upright.  The Young One
says, "Wow...  look at them tits now..." I look down and see both of
my large teats are fat and erect, jutting out sharply from the
fullness of my round and reddened breasts.

He says, "You like me playing with your titties, don't you..." He puts
his hands just under my breasts and jiggles them softly back and
forth.  "She really has a set, doesn't she...", he says to the Young
One.  He pushes them up toward my chin, then lets them fall free.  The
camera catches every bounce and jiggle.  "Nice, big tits and a good
looking body to boot..."  The Leader rubs his hands up and down the
sides of my hips and up over my legs to my thighs.  Instinctively, I
try to pull my legs together, but he moves to stand between my knees.
He rubs up and down the top of my thighs, each time going closer to my
crotch.  The Young One stops filming and squeezes each of my breasts,
one at a time.  The Leader says, "Yes, sir...  a good looking body to
boot...  and we shouldn't let this go to waste either..."

His words bring me back to reality.  I look at both of them as they
leer at me.  I feel a sense of helplessness growing again; I am unable
to stop them from looking at me, unable to cover myself.  The Leader
steps back and whispers something to the Young One.  He grins, replies
"Okay", and goes into the warehouse.  The Leader approaches me again.
He looks at me and grins.  His stare becomes more and more
uncomfortable.  I lean forward slightly and lower my head to avoid eye
contact.  When he stands next to me, his hand moves to his crotch. The
outline of his cock is visible through his jeans.  He obviously has an
erection or is getting one.  His fingers nudge it to a more
comfortable position.  He moves his face down to mine and says, "Be a
good girl, now...  we're just gonna have a little fun..." The Young
One returns and says, "I told 'em."  The Leader steps back, smiles and
says, "Good..."

I am afraid of what I hear and see.  I think this ordeal is only
beginning.  Still leaning forward I say, "Leave me alone...  please
leave me alone...  I won't say anything."  The Leader says to me, "We
won't hurt you...  we're just gonna have a little fun."  He tells the
Young One, "Watch her while I see what's going on."  He leaves the
office.  I stay bent down;  I can see my breasts heave as my breathing
slows down.  The Young One moves toward me and plays with the tips of
my tits.  He says, "We're gonna have some fun with you...  real soon,
too...  this is gonna be fucking great."  He laughs and pinches my
sore nipples.

He steps back, and I lift my head up slightly to see where he is.  His
hand is on his crotch, rubbing himself.  I see a bulge growing in his
pants.  He grins widely as my eyes meet his.  He moves back to me.
With one hand rubbing his crotch, his other hand fondles my tits;
rubbing one, then the other.  I can't stop his groping.  I twist
around and lean forward again trying to avoid him.  As he rubs himself
more, the outline of his cock becomes more visible through his jeans.

He stops pawing me and starts to unzip his pants.  I say, "Stop it...
stop..." , as he opens his fly and tries to pry his cock free.
Suddenly, the Leader returns and shouts,"Hey...  put that away. You're
not the winner.  I said the first one finished packing is gonna be
first.  I told you just to watch her.  You're not old enough for this
yet."  The Young One stopped fishing for his cock and zipped up his
pants.  I look at the Leader, trying to comprehend what he just said.
He said the winner was going to be first...  first at me?!

The Leader steps over to me and says, "I decided to make this into a
contest."  He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me upright.
"The first one of my guys to finish their loading gets a special treat
tonight...  He gets to have some time with you...  But first we've got
to get you more comfortable..."  He tells the Young One, "Go get that
tape."  The Leader pulls me off the desk and turns my back to him.  He
takes the scissors off the desk, and I feel its cold blade next to my
wrists.  When the Young One returns, he holds my arms firmly as the
Leader cuts my bounds.

My freedom does not last for long.  The Leader pulls my sweater and
bra off my arms and throws them on the desk before me.  The sound of
tape ripping off the roll is soon followed by its wrapping around my
wrists.  He pulls my elbows together making my back arch and my chest
lift.  He tells the Young One, "Put some tape up here to hold her
elbows together...  that'll give her proud tits..."  The Young One
adds some tape to hold my elbows tightly in place.  He turns me around
to face him.

He picks up the camera and starts filming me.  My bound elbows make my
breasts stick out even more now, and my softening nipples are still
erect enough to point up.  The Young One picks my bra up off the desk
and holds it up by the shoulder straps.  He says, "Look how big this
is...", and he looks at the tag.  "Wow!  It's a 39D!  ...a fuckin'
39D..."  The Leader says, "I told you they were at least 38's, didn't
I...  she's small, but she can pack 'em..."

His hand moves to my face.  His fingers brush down one cheek, over my
lips, and up the other cheek.  His fingers lightly move down my neck,
and I feel a chill.  He draws an invisible line down between my
breasts then around my left breast.  He says, "I know you'll be a good
girl...  we're not gonna hurt you..."  His finger keeps moving in
tighter and tighter circles on my tit.  "We just wanna have a little
fun..."  His circling finger reaches my nipple.  He massages the
softening nub and says, "Who knows...  you might even have some fun
too..."

Realizing what may be in store, I stammer, "No...  no...  don't hurt
me...  leave me alone..."  The Leader replied, "Hey, I said we won't
hurt you...  we're just gonna have some fun..."  At that moment
someone else walks into the office.  He is big, sweaty and breathing
hard.  The Leader turns and says, "So, you finished your loading?" The
Winner looks at me and says, "You bet...  boy, she's a looker, isn't
she...  those tits are something else, aren't they...  looks like
you've been getting her ready for me, huh...  this oughta be real
good..."

The Leader stands aside and says, "Okay, you earned your prize... Just
remember, she's gonna be our friend...  so treat her right..." The
Winner walks over and stands in front of me.  I feel myself beginning
to tremble.  The Leader and the Young One move to either side of me.
The Winner wipes his hands on his pants, trying to clean them. He
looks at me and says, "You didn't lie about them tits, that's for
sure..."  He strokes my breasts.  I can not move away from his gritty
hands as they scratch my sensitive skin.  I whimper, "Don't... you're
hurting me...  stop..."

The Winner says, "Don't worry...  I'm not gonna spend much time on
your tits...  but I wanna see 'em get hard...  I heard they get
big..."  He strokes both my nipples, pulling at them and shaking them
back and forth.  My teats harden.  He moves his mouth down to my left
breast and flicks his tongue at my nub.  His tongue slides over my
breast, circling the nipple area.  He presses his tongue against my
teat, then his lips cover the tip of my breast.  He sucks on me.  He
fills his mouth with my tit, and his tongue rolls my nub.  His mouth
moves to my other tit, and it too is inhaled.  As he twirls his tongue
around my nipple, his hand massages the underside of my other tit.

I am getting aroused.  I can not stop my body from reacting.  He
lathers one tit and shakes the other one back and forth then gives my
nipple a couple of pinches.  I am getting so hot from his fondling
that I think I'm going to cum again.  He stands back and seems to
admire his work.  He says, "Those are some fine tasting titties...
Look at them nipples stick out...  Those are almost good enough to
turn me into a tit man..."  They are all laughing, and I see two more
men come in.  One of them says, "Look at that...  oh, fuck... does the
rest of her look as good as those tits?"  The Winner says, "I was just
about to find that out..."

His hands roam over my chest, down my belly, then down to rub my
crotch.  He turns me around and pulls at my skirt's zipper.  I feel my
skirt loosen as he unzips it.  He spins me back around.  My tits
bounce as he stops me, much to the approval of the others in the
office.  He drops to his knees and tugs at the bottom of my skirt.  It
slides down, and I open my knees trying to keep it from falling.

"Wait a minute..." the Leader says, "Let me help you with this." He
steps behind me and holds me up by my bound arms.  "Yeah...  that'll
do it," the Winner says and he gives my skirt another tug.  It drops
off my hips, and I feel another rush of cool air as my skirt falls to
my ankles.  The other men begin to hoot and holler at the sight of my
skimpy, purple panties.

They all talk at once.  I can hear only parts of what they say.  They
say, "I could fuck that right now...  look at the size of her boobs...
what a fine looking piece of ass...  that's made for fucking...  I
wanna get at them tits...  she can suck my dick anytime..."  The
Winner lifts one of my feet out of the skirt and then the other.  He
throws my skirt somewhere behind me.

The Winner stands in front of me.  His hand touches me just below my
breasts.  His hands move over my belly and work their way down.  He
moves his hand down to my pantyhose and presses his palm against my
pussy.  He says, "Oh, yeah...  nice and hot..." He begins to rub his
fingers up and down.  "See, I told you I wasn't a tit man..."  The
Leader tightens his grip on me as I squirm.  He says, "Now be a good
girl...  let him have his prize..."  The Winner moves his hand to the
top of my pantyhose and reaches between it and my panties.

His fingers rub my pussy through my panties.  I can sense my body
responding.  My breathing gets deeper.  I look up and see the Winner,
looking into my eyes while he continues his exploration.  Behind him I
see three or four more men have entered the office.  The room is
getting warmer from the heat of their bodies and mine.

The Winner stops fondling my pussy and reaches into his pocket.  He
pulls out a pocket knife and says, "It's showtime..."  He opens the
knife, pulls out the top of my pantyhose and puts the blade between it
and my hip.  He draws the knife down the side of my leg, slicing the
hose open.  He repeats the cut on my other side, and my shredded
pantyhose peels down.  While the Leader holds me up, the Winner pulls
off my shoes and what's left of my pantyhose.  He grabs my foot and
puts my high-heeled shoes back on.  He looks up to me and says, "You
look good in shoes...  makes your ass look good, too..."  I am naked
now, except for my panties and shoes.  I've been stripped almost naked
in front of all these men.  My bonds give all of them free access to
my body.  I'm shaking with fear.

The Winner turns me around so that my back faces the men.  He pulls
the sides of my french-cut panties together to expose my butt and
pushes them into my butt crack.  He runs his hand over my exposed
buns, admires its tightness and gives me a little whack.  The Winner
stands back, so the others can see my ass.  The Leader spins me around
to face the men again.  There must be five or six of them in the
office now.  Others are standing in the doorway or looking in through
the glass wall.  I know I'm going to get a lot of attention.

He pulls my shoulders back, and my breasts are drawn up and thrust out
to their full prominence.  For once, I wish my tits weren't so large.
All the men stare at my breasts.  The Leader says to them, "See what I
said about these tits?  They're like cow tits, aren't they...  ready
for milking..."  He reaches around and bounces one of my breasts,
squeezes it and pinches the nipple to make it pointed.  He says,
"She's got 39 inch jugs on her...  and they don't sag much, do they
boys..."  He grabs me by my arms and shakes me.  "See how they just
slide around?  They don't sag, but they sure do wiggle, don't they..."
I look around the room.  Every man is focused on me, watching every
movement of my breasts.

He walks me around the office, taking me from one man to another.  My
tits are easy prey for the men.  They take their turns at touching my
breasts, some squeeze, some rub.  One of them reaches for my left tit
and gives the nipple a quick tug.  My tit jiggles, to everyone's
amusement.  He twists my nipple slightly and then pulls it out away
from my body, pinching it hard at the same time.  I whine from the
pain, and he releases my nipple.  He says, "Oh-h-h, baby...  I didn't
want to hurt you none...  Let me make it better with some T-L-C..." He
spits on his fingers, and rubs his fingertips together covering them
with his saliva.

He rubs his wetness on the tips of my breasts.  His fingers slide back
and forth over my nipples.  His lubrication brings a higher level of
excitement to my breasts.  His saliva makes the air cooler against my
flesh.  He's rolling my erect teats under his index fingers.  He
plucks at them, and the others cheer and move closer.  He pulls it a
few more times before the Leader moves me on.  The men whistle as I am
paraded in front of them.  My heavy tits bob with each step.  Other
hands reach out to fondle my exposed breasts and buttocks.

He takes me over to the glass wall and pushes me against it.  My
breasts are mashed against the cold glass.  I know my nipples will
react.  Someone on the other side of the wall taps on the glass where
my nipples are pressed.  I feel the vibration radiate through my
breasts.  The coldness of the glass makes my nipples tingle.  He moves
his mouth down to my squashed tits and licks at my nipples through the
glass.  The Leader spins me around to face him.  The cold glass now
presses against my bound hands and my exposed ass.  He says, "I told
these guys you had some of the biggest nipples I've seen in a long
time...  but it looks like you're trying to make a liar outta me...
we've got to prove to these guys that I don't lie, now don't we,
baby..."

I weakly mutter, "No...", but the Leader pulls me to the center of the
office.  He says, "Do you remember what we did earlier, baby?...
remember how it started?...  You don't?   Oh, Big Tits...  how could
you forget something like that?  Well, maybe you remember what you
were doing.  Remember?  You were sitting on the desk...  and you were
bending over...  you were bent over, and your tits were hanging down."
Some of the men chuckle.  Many of them are staring at my breasts and
smiling as they try to imagine the sight of my hanging boobs.

"The guys wanna see it", the Leader says, "...don't you guys?" The men
rumble with approval.  The Leader says, "We can't disappoint the guys,
can we, baby...  they wanna see how big your nipples get..."  He
kneels in front of me, about three feet away.  He says, "We'll do it
just like before, baby...  except this time your gonna be standing...
now, bend over for me...  bend over and let those titties hang..."

I realize I'm not going to get out of this.  I have to cooperate.  I
have to put on this show.  I have to let him abuse me again.  The men
are going to watch.  I bend forward slowly.  The Leader says,
"Lower...  lower...  lower..."  The lower I bend, the more my ass
sticks up, forcing my panties deeper into my butt crack.  I bend over
until my chest is parallel with the floor.  My breasts point toward
the floor and dangle in front of my nose.

The men are enjoying the pose.  The Young One kneels to get a better
shot.  The Leader says to him, "Why don't you lay down on the floor
under her tits and shoot from there?"  He crawls below me and aims the
camera up.  An arm reaches down and bounces my left tit in his hand.
Someone says, "Here...  you can focus on this..."  The men laugh.

The light from another video camera comes on, and someone says, "We
can use another camera, here...  we gotta get a shot from the side
too..." The men move around to get a better view.  Some kneel to get
eye level with my swaying boobs.  Someone's hand rubs over my exposed
ass; first one cheek, then the other.  He says, "Maybe we should get
another camera for her ass, too!"  I feel him pulling up on the
waistband of my panties to wedge the material deeper into my crack.
More hands are on my ass, and someone says, "I could fuck this bitch's
ass right now..."

The Leader gets my attention when he tweaks the nipples of my hanging
breasts.  He looks up to me and says, "Ready for the good stuff again,
baby?"  He inserts his hand between my dangling breasts and wiggles it
up to my chest.  He keeps wiggling his hand and slowly moves it back
down until he's slapping the fleshy part of my tits.  He pulls his
hand out and quickly slaps the outside of my left tit with one hand
follows it with a slap to my right tit with his other hand.

He bangs them roughly back and forth a few times, then returns his
hand between my hanging tits and slaps their insides some more.  I
feel no pleasure in the pain from his slaps.  I hold my breath as he
slaps the outsides of my tits again, rocking them side to side.  His
hands move lower until his fingers slap at the tips of my breasts.  He
hits my nipples a few times, and the sharp pain makes me raise to move
my nipples away.

He says, "Why are you pulling away, baby?...  you know how much you
like this..."  He says to someone, "She needs some help...  hold her
down a little more..."  A hand presses down on my back.  I'm bent over
until my breasts are again in the Leader's control.  He softly
squeezes my stiff teats and rolls them between his fingers.  He says,
"You know you like this, baby...  you like this a lot..."  He raises
his voice and says, "While you guys may think her nipples were already
big...  well, Big Tits and I know what makes 'em bigger...  don't we,
baby..."  He grabs each of my nipples from below, pinches the areolas
up around my nubs and shakes my tits back and forth a little.  The
Leader asks the Young One, "You getting all of this?  Can you see her
tits move?"  The Young One says, "Oh yeah, man...  this is great..."
The Leader says, "Well hang on to that camera...  we're gonna go into
high gear now!"

He pinches the tips of my breasts hard and pulls them down.  As he
stretches my breasts, his middle fingers flick at my nubs.  Either I'm
getting accustomed to the pain, or the pleasure I feel when he flicks
my nipples is getting stronger.  He lets go, and my breasts spring up.
His fingers seize my hard nubs, and he yanks my breasts down again,
letting my nubs slide free from his pinch.  He plucks at both my nubs
several times before he starts to pull down on them one at a time.  A
heightened pleasure fills my breast each time my nub is tugged.  He
says, "See what I said...  I told you these cow tits were made for
milking..." The men roar with laughter.  The other camera moves close
to the side of my right tit.  He's filming just the tip of my breast,
holding the camera steady while my breast is stretches down and pops
up.

The Leader stops his assault and gently rubs his fingertips over the
tips of my sensitive nubs.  As the pain subsides, it's replaced with a
growing arousal.  The Leader whispers to me, "Does this feel better,
baby...  do you like these soft strokes..."  He gently rolls my nubs
between his thumb and forefinger and whispers, "Or do you like this
better...  when I play with your nipples a little bit..."  I have to
admit it; he's increasing my arousal by rolling my teats.

I plead, "Please...  stop...  let me go..."  The Leader whispers,
"Don't you like this, baby...  maybe it's still not right..."  He
increases the pressure of his fingers on my nubs.  A moan escapes from
my throat.  He says, "See...  you don't want me to stop...  you like
what I'm doing, don't you...   you like this, don't you, baby...  tell
the truth...  tell me you like this...  tell me you like this,
baby..."  He pinches my nubs tightly and twists them.

I give out a loud cry from the pleasurable pain.  He whispers, "Tell
me you like this, baby...  tell me..."  I try to whisper, but have to
almost shout, "I like it...  I like it..."  The Leader speaks louder
so his men can hear and says, "What do you like, baby...  tell me
exactly what you like..."  He squeezes my nubs hard and pulls them
down a little.  The sensation is overwhelming.  My body starts to
shake, and I sense a climax building.  My voice crackles as I shout,
"I like...  I like it when...  you pinch...  my tits..."  I said it.
Everyone heard me, but I no longer care.

The Leader again whispers, "Good girl...  you're a good girl...  I
know you like it when I pinch your tits...  now that you said it...
everybody here knows...  so you don't have to pretend this hurts...
this feels good, doesn't it, baby..."  He stops squeezing and starts
to pinch my nipples over and over.  I say, "Yes...  it feels good..."
He says, "Do you want more, baby...  do you want more..."  I know I'm
close to another climax.  I want it to happen.  I want to cum.

I say, "Yes...  I want more...  give me more...  pull my tits...
pinch my nipples..."  The men are enjoying this;  seeing my tits
grabbed and hearing me ask for more.  The Leader says, "Okay, baby...
okay, Big Tits...  I'll give you what you want..."  He grabs the tips
of my breasts with his fingers and starts to shake them.  His fingers
slide further off my tips, until they hold only my nubs.  He shakes my
boobs harder and harder, and squeezes my nubs tighter and tighter. The
men howl as my tit flesh wiggles.  My nipples are on fire, and I hear
myself grunting loudly.

With one last tug, he pulls away and says, "Pull her up..." Someone
grabs me by the arms and stands me up.  The men cheer when they see my
big, hard teats standing at attention.  I gasp for air, as my near
climax fades.  My nipples are throbbing.  The man holding me pulls my
arms closer together behind me, and my chest lifts higher still.  He
moves to my side and peers over my shoulder to enjoy the sight
himself.  He shakes me to make my big tits wobble for the crowd.

The cameras are making a record of my hard, pointed nipples atop my
big, firm tits.  My mind drifts, as the men talk about me and fondle
my breasts.  They will probably play this video many times and show it
to countless men.  I know they'll all want me.  They'll want to
squeeze these tits of mine and pull or suck on my nipples.  I also
know these men here aren't going to stop now.  They're too worked up
from watching the Leader fondle me.

I can sense their lust building around me.  I will have to satisfy
some of them before they leave me alone.  I don't want to fuck them
all.  There're too many.  Maybe they'll only want blowjobs.  I could
do that, if I had to.  Maybe they'll only want to fondle me some more.
There's not much more of me to see.  But, they will have their way.  I
know I can't stop them.  I may as well get it over with as quickly as
possible.  I calm down and try to relax a little bit.

The man holding me from behind lets go of my arms, reaches around to
cover my breasts with his hands and pulls me back against his body.
His hands move to below my tits, and his thumbs press against the
outsides of my breasts.  He squeezes my tits at their base.  My senses
return, and I think I can feel his cock against my back.  My heavy
breasts are shaken up and down.  The men cheer him on.  The cameras
record it all.  From behind me I hear him say, "Man, are these tits
nice..."  He stops shaking them and squeezes them over and over. "This
feels good," he says.  "There's a lot to squeeze here."  He shakes
them again, then cups them in his hands and draws them up.  He eases
the pressure slightly, and my breasts slowly slide down.

There's an intense sensation as my rock hard nipples encounter his
palms and my teats fold up as my falling tits rub against his hand.  I
hear myself softly say, "O-o-o-o-o...", then hope no one else heard
me.  He draws my boobs back up, and they slide under his hands again.
A wave of pleasure flows over me.  I hear him moan softly as my
nipples are dragged against his hand.  He rubs himself against my
back.  Another "O-o-o-o-o..." comes from me, this one a little bit
louder.  I'm ashamed at my reaction, but I can't deny my arousal.  A
third time he pulls my breasts up and lets their weight pull my
sensitive nipples under his hands.

Before my aching nubs slide free, his fingers grasp them.  He rubs
them between his forefinger and thumb.  I have to take short breathes
through my mouth.  Each time I exhale, a low gutteral moan rattles in
my throat.  I'm enjoying this.  I'm enjoying the excitement he gives
to my nipples.  He pinches them slightly and pulls them up, lifting my
breasts up.  He twists my nipples and pulls them outward.  I feel a
sharp pain and give out a loud moan.  His fingers release their hold,
and my heavy breasts drop.  As the jiggling of my breasts stop, I am
shocked to see how big my teats are.  They must be 3/4 of an inch long
now, jutting tense and erect from the tips of my breasts.

The Leader grabs hold of my right nipple and says, "Let's get going."
He leads me around by the tit, through the men and back to the desk.
My head spins as he moves me to the left and right by tugging on my
nipple.  I'm getting a little bit scared of not knowing what will
happen next, but I also can't deny a heightened sense of arousal.  I
should not be getting turned on, but being almost naked in a room full
of strangers, my hands uselessly bound behind me and the abuse and
fondling of my breasts over the past hour has gotten something started
inside me that I can't seem to stop.  As we walk to the desk, he
pinches and tugs at my nipple, taking my arousal to a higher level of
excitement.  I'm not sure I even want to stop my arousal.

The Leader spins me to face the men, and his hands scoop up my big
breasts.  He squeezes them tightly, with both hands, avoiding my
nipples.  He moves his index fingers up to my nipples and drags his
fingernails over the skin around my nipples.  His nails drag along the
sides of my sensitive buds, and I shudder uncontrollably with
pleasure.  He squeezes my left tit firmly, and his other hand moves
down my belly and over my pussy.  He rubs me through my panties.  He
says, "Check it out...  she's already wet..."  He brings his hand up
to my nose, and I smell my own juices.  He says, "I say she's ready!"

The Winner steps back up to me, and the Leader and the Young One stand
on either side of me to hold me still.  The Winner pulls the front
waistband of my panties up and watches as the material stretches over
my pussy and begins to press between my cunt lips.  He says, "I also
heard you got to feeling real good earlier..."  His palm of his other
hand rubs roughly over my tits as he winks at me.  "Well, I'm gonna
make you feel good too..."  He lets go of my waistband and slides his
hand down to my pussy.  He rubs me through my panties and says, "I'll
make you feel good...  but in my own way..."

His hand moves between my legs, and I pull them tightly together.  He
says, "Hey...  don't you want to feel good again?...  it'll be a lot
easier if you help a little..."  I say, "No!  Leave me alone...  don't
touch me anymore..."  The Leader moves to my side and faces me.  He
says, "I told you we won't hurt you...  take it easy..."  He quickly
wedges his foot between my legs and pins me against the desk.  The
Young One puts his foot in the space, too.  They each move their leg
from my side, pulling with it one of mine.  Pinned against the desk, I
can not free my legs from theirs.  Soon my feet are spread a couple of
feet apart.

The Winner approaches me once more.  He palms my breasts roughly
again, pushing them around and teasing my still hard nipples.  He
says, "Now take it easy...  I won't hurt you...  this won't take
long..."  He pinches one of my nipples hard, and at the same time his
other hand returns to my pussy.  With my legs pinned apart, he has
easy access.  His fingers massage my vulva through my panties.  He
traces my panties down to the gap between my legs.  He puts two
fingers under the narrow of my panties and slides them up to my pussy.
He rubs them over my pubic hair and up to the waistband.

His other hand resumes its fondling of my breasts, though more gently
this time.  His fingertips draw slow circles on the outer edges of my
breast and slowly spiral closer to its erect nipple.  He holds it
between two fingers and lightly strokes the nub slowly back and forth
with another finger.  At times he pauses, pinches the nipple between
his fingers and pulls it away from my body.  The feeling is intense,
yet pleasurable.

He repeats the process and moves from one tit to the other.  So
intense is this feeling, I do not notice his fingers in my panties
moving down and over my cunt lips.  The pleasure in my breasts is
interrupted when his finger rubs across my slit.  He slides one finger
along my slit, slowly working it between my lips.  He slides it up and
down with more and more pressure.  He pulls it up until it brushes
against my clit.  When he touches it, I have an uncontrollable shudder
and a long moaning sound escapes from my throat.  When he sees me
react, he pulls on my nipple and shakes my tit around.  Both my
breasts and pussy are getting aroused.

He continues to massage my pussy lips.  His finger glides easily
between my lips, lubricated by my own juices.  His finger slides into
my cunt while his palm massages my clit.  I have to respond.  I relax
my legs by reflex.  He shakes my tit again, and I breath deeply, then
let out a low moan.  He says to me, "You're liking this, aren't you...
I told you I was gonna make you feel good too..."  He pulls his hand
out of my panties and says, "Well you ain't seen nothing yet..."

His knife reappears.  He pulls the thin waistband of my panties away
from my hip, slides the knife over it and cuts it apart.  He moves to
the waistband on my other hip, holds it in his hand and cuts it too.
The front of my panties falls down and bares my patch of black pubic
hair.  The men groan in approval at finally seeing me completely
naked, except for my high-heeled shoes.  The Winner reaches between my
legs, grabs my hanging panties and pulls them free from my butt
cheeks.  He finds what was once their front and shows me the wetness
it caught from my pussy.  He tosses it to the men behind him, and they
pass it around, some smelling my juices.

The Winner returns his attention to me.  Both his hands roam over my
neck and breasts.  He sucks on one tit, while pinching and shaking the
other, then he switches.  The feeling is incredibly intense.  After
lathering each nipple to renew its hardness, he kisses my neck, throat
and cleavage.  He kisses and licks the bottom of my breasts, then he
continues kissing and licking down my belly.  He pauses for a moment
as he drops down to his knees.  His mouth is level with my belly
button.  He kisses it and sticks in his tongue.  He looks up to me and
says, "Now this is what I like..."

He kisses my belly button again, and then follows it with another, but
just a bit lower.  His lips make their way down to my pubic hairs, and
he keeps going down my mound until he is pressing his lips on my
vulva.  His breath is warm against my pussy lips.  He pulls my lips
apart with his fingers, then kisses my clit.  I feel a large rush of
excitement, and it is followed by a body shaking shudder as he follows
the kiss with a darting tongue against my clit.  The others notice my
shudder and react with cheers and chants to encourage the Winner's
assault.  His tongue moves up and down my slit, forcing itself past my
pussy lips.  I am so aroused, I notice I've spread my legs further
apart so they're no longer be held by the Leader and the Young One.

The Leader moves to my side.  He watches the Winner work on my pussy.
He watches my breasts heave as I gasp for air.  His hand moves over to
tickle the bottom of my left breast.  I close my eyes, giving in to
the lust they have finally aroused within me.  The Winner's tongue
keeps moving its way deeper into my pussy.  The Leader is rubbing his
hand around my breast and over my nipple.  The Young One even joins in
and squeezes the tip of my right breast, twirling my teat around.

The Leader whispers to me, "Hey, baby...  I told you we take care of
our friends...  friends want friends to feel good, right?...  Well, I
think we can make this more comfortable for you, now..." The Leader
moves behind me, and I feel him pulling my bound arms over toward him.
The next thing I hear and feel is the tape being pulled off my wrists.
He cuts it off freeing my arms.  I put my arms down on the desktop to
brace myself better.

The Winner sees this and more aggressively licks my pussy.  He moves
back to my clit, licking and sucking it with authority.  I lean back
over the desk as the Winner gives my clit more action than it has seen
in months.  I lean back over the desk so far that the Young One and
the Leader can not now reach my breasts.  Everything is focused on the
pleasurable feelings coming from my pussy.  The men become so quiet,
all I hear is the Winner's slurping and my breathing.  I watch my
breasts quivering with each short breath.

The Leader says, "We can make this easier for everyone," and
interrupts the Winner.  I take a few deep breaths when he pauses.  The
Leader moves to the other side of the desk and sweeps everything off
it with his arm.  The unexpected crashing of tapes, the phone and
books onto the floor excites me even more.  The Leader comes in front
of me, grabs me by the waist and lifts me onto the center of the
desktop.  The metal top is cold against my bottom, especially in
contrast to my hot pussy.  Moving behind the desk, the Leader eases my
back down onto the desk.  He positions me with my head at one corner
of the desk.  My legs stretch out to the opposite corner.  I raise my
knees and try to balance on the heels of my shoes.  My knees wobble in
the air.

I lay naked on top of my desk, in front of seven or eight strangers. I
have climaxed once already while one of them ravished my tits, and now
I'm waiting for another stranger to continue sucking my pussy. For
some reason though, it all seems right.  I'm excited about going on.
The lust within me has emerged.  My body wants more sexual pleasure.
I want more attention;  I want more action;  I want to feel more now.

I rub my hand over my throat and slide it down to my left breast.  I
cup it in my palm and gently squeeze it again and again.  The distance
between my knees gets larger.  I press my feet together and let my
knees spread even more.  I bring both my hands up and lightly glide my
fingertips across my breasts and over my softening, swollen nipples. I
enjoy the feeling of my excitement.  There's a camera shooting me from
between my legs.  The Young One is filming me from my side.  He's
focused on my breasts as I stroke them.  I roll and pinch my fat
nubs.  The feeling is intensely pleasurable.  I want them to film me
pinching my nipples.  I want them to see me making my nubs hard and
erect again.

I look at the men down by my feet.  Some are mesmerized by my little
show.  Others are talking about me.  I know they're getting excited by
what they see.  They probably all want to fuck me, too.  As I look at
them I see my breasts gently rise and fall with each breath.  If I
move at all, my tit mounds quiver.  They watch every movement of my
breasts.  I long for a man's hands on my boobs;  squeezing them;
pinching my nipples.  All the men now have their eyes on me and begin
to move around the desk.  Each one seems to have a bulge showing
through their pants.  The Leader has a big bulge.  His eyes are
focused on my body as he moves his cock around in his pants.

The men standing near my feet move aside, and the Winner approaches.
"Yeah, this is much better," he says as he looks at my waiting body
lying before him.  He climbs up and crawls between my knees.  I spread
my legs to give him room.  He looks down on me.  My breathing begins
to deepen.  He watches my tits rise and fall.  My rigid teats point
straight up.  He rubs his hand over one breast and then the other. His
hands travel down to my belly, and he brushes them over my mound. He
crawls down to his prize and positions his head between my legs.  I
spread my legs apart as he approaches, but he gently spreads them even
further.  His fingers pull my pussy lips open, and he continues where
he left off.

The other men crowd closer around the table.  Every one of them is
close enough to reach out and touch me.  Some watch the Winner eat my
pussy.  Others watch my breasts jiggle and heave.  I close my eyes,
not wanting to be distracted by their leers.  At first I could hear
every word they said.  "Look at him go after that pussy...  I wanna
suck those tits, too...  that's one fine piece of ass...  she's really
liking it..."  But soon their voices fade as my passions begin to
rise.  The Winner's tongue is all I think about.

I can no longer simply lie on the desk.  My lust for sexual excitement
is increasing more and more.  I move my hips around as the Winner's
tongue swirls around my clit.  I reach up and rub my breasts.  I pinch
my erect nipples, twisting and pulling on them.  Someone touches my
breast and says, "I'll do that for you..."  My hand is replaced by
another's.  He massages my tit mounds and taut nubs.  When he shakes
my tits while pinching my nipples, waves of arousal consume my
breasts.  I open my eyes to see if it's the Leader, but it's one of
the other men in the crowd.  He had seen what worked on me and was
doing a good job at mimicking it.

I look around and see the Leader standing over me at the desk corner
near my head.  Turning my head to the side, I see his cock almost at
eye level looking even bigger than before.  He unzips his jeans.  My
eyes focus on his hand.  I watch, as if in a dream, while he reaches
into his unzipped pants and brings out his cock.  To my surprise, it's
only semi-hard.

He moves closer to the corner of the desk.  His hand strokes his shaft
only inches from my eyes, and it grows harder and larger.  He stands
over my head.  I see the bottom of his veined cock as he shakes it to
life above me.  He moves to the side of my head and turns my head to
face directly at him.  He holds his cock near its base and rubs it's
tip over my face.  His balls bounce against my nose as he brushes his
cock across my cheek.  He moves his dick toward my mouth and runs it
over my lips.  He says, "Lick it, baby..."

My tongue emerges between my lips and touches the hot flesh of his
cockhead.  I push my tongue out further and slide it along the bottom
of his shaft.  He says, "That's a good girl..."  I flick my tongue and
bounce his cock back and forth.  I can see his cock getting harder,
sticking out higher in the air.  I watch his hairy balls bounce each
time my tongue flicks at his cock.

The Leader moves to the corner of the desk and puts his hands in my
arm pits.  I can feel his hot cock and balls pressing against the top
of my head as he pulls me closer to the desk's corner.  The Winner's
tongue is pulled away from my pussy, and he looks up to see what's
happening.  The Leader says, "Sorry, but she's got something else to
do, too..."  The Winner smiles, licks his lips and moves his head back
to my hot mound.  His tongue dances around my clit and darts between
my cunt lips.  My back arches at the intense pleasure.

The Leader pulls my head slightly off the corner of the desk, turns my
head to its side.  His cock is bouncing in front of my eyes.  I reach
up and cup his balls in my hand, squeezing them gently and rolling
them in their sac.  His cock is crowned with clear droplets.  I know
now that I want it.  I want to clean his cock.  I want to suck him.

He grips the back of my head, though he doesn't need to, and places
his cock against my lips.  He moves forward, and his hot cock
separates my lips and enters my mouth.  I rub my tongue along its side
as he pushes further in.  He pulls himself out, and I press my lips
together, hugging his shaft.  He slides it in and out slowly.  Each
time he pulls it out, my tongue lathers his cockhead then caresses it
when it returns in.

As his cock slide out he says, "Suck me, baby...  suck my dick..."
With no second thoughts, I suck on the tip of his cock, trying to pull
it back into my mouth.  The Leader stands motionless as I suck and
lather his shaft.  He slides more of it into my churning mouth.  All I
hear are my slurping sounds and my low guttural moans vibrating
against his cock.  His hand holds my head firmly toward him as he
quickens the pace of his in and out motion.  I rest my tongue against
the side of his sliding shaft as he fucks my face.

I notice other men are moving around to watch as his glistening cock
drives in and out of my mouth.  Two of them each stroke my breasts.
One squeezes my tit flesh slowly.  He shakes it, lessens his grip, and
repeats it over and over.  The other begins to pinch my other nipple
harder and harder.  I start having a small orgasm from this nipple
squeezing.  I twist my head to look up, leaving the Leader's cock
bobbing in the air.  I say, "Somebody...  suck my nipples...  suck
them...  bite them...  I want someone to chew on my nipples...  suck
and pinch them..."

The men roar, and the Winner stops eating me to laugh with them.  The
Leader loudly says, "I'll do that for you, baby..."  "No!", I say, "I
want to suck you some more..."  My head turns back to face his cock.
He says, "Okay, baby...  you can suck me some more..."  He says, to
the two men working on my tits, "One of you better start sucking some
tit..."  The man who was simply squeezing my tit leans over and licks
my nipple.  The Leader says, "Don't lick it...  suck it...  she wants
you to suck her tit...  and when her nipple gets real hard, then use
you teeth...  she wants you to chew on her tit, don't you baby..." I
look over to the man and say,"Suck me...  suck my tits hard..."

The man smiles and squeezes his fingers around the base of my breast
and pulls it up my chest until the nipple crowns the tip of my boob.
He presses his lips around my nub and flicks it from side to side with
his tongue.  His lips open, and he sucks my tit flesh into his mouth.
His tongue is still rubbing my nub, and I feel his teeth press into my
tit flesh.  He slowly pulls his head up and grinds his teeth on my
boob as it slides out of his mouth.  Before his teeth reach my nipple,
his mouth opens to release its captive.  Again, he sucks at the tip of
my breast and fills his mouth.  As my tit slides out of his mouth
again, the man on my other nipple rubs his thumb over it, sending
chills through my breast.

My tit pops out of the man's mouth again.  This time, though, he puts
his lips against my nub and holds it firmly as his tongue lathers it.
I moan from the pleasure.  His lips tighten their hold, and his jaw
moves side to side, twisting my nub.  The man on my other nipple
twists his captive too.  I give out a long, guttural moan.  It feels
so good.  The man sucking my tit presses his lips tighter.  His tongue
rolls the very top of my nub around.  I say, "Yes...  that feels so
good...  Oh, yes..." The Leader breaks my trance by saying, "I thought
you wanted to suck my dick, Big Tits...  are they distracting you too
much?  I can have them stop, if you want..."  "No!", I plead, "let
them keep going...  I can suck you now..."

I turn my head toward the Leader.  His cock is still hard.  He holds
my head still and moves the tip of his dick to my slightly parted
lips.  He says, "Okay, Big Tits, are you ready for some face
fucking..."  He pulls his groin away from me and moves his feet closer
to me, arching his back to keep his dick from touching my face.  He
says, "Open up, baby...", as he moves his groin toward me until the
tip of his cock touches my lips, "...here I come..."  He slowly pushes
his cockhead between my lips.  My mouth is forced open as his cock
moves its way past my teeth.  He keeps pushing more in, and I feel his
cock touch the back of my throat.

He pulls back a little and starts making slow, short thrusts.  He
says, "Use you lips, baby...  squeeze my dick with your lips..."  My
lips tighten around his shaft.  His thrusts become longer.  My lips
hug his shaft as he slowly strokes.  He say, "That's it, baby...  hold
my dick tight...  keep your lips tight..."  The two men stop fondling
my nipples, and I groan with disappointment.  The man who was sucking
my tit says, "Sorry, baby...  but I wanna see this..."  I give out
another soft groan, and he says, "Okay...  maybe I can keep my hands
busy while I watch..."  He gets on the desk and sits next to my
belly.

He leans over me and grabs a tit in each hand, massaging my tit flesh
and sometimes pinching my nipples.  I moan with pleasure and press my
lips harder against the Leader's shaft.  I groan with surprise, as I
feel someone's fingers on my pussy.  The Winner says, It's only me..."
I feel his tongue probing for my pussy lips.  He says, "My Momma
always told me to finish what I start..."  His tongue parts my lips
and enter my pussy.  I give out a long moan, and the man on my breasts
pinches my nipples hard.  A louder moan shows my appreciation.

The Leader is pumping faster.  My grip had loosened while I was
enjoying the pleasure in my breasts and pussy.  I press my lips
together as hard as I can.  My jaw is starting to ache.  The Leader
says, "Oh yeah, baby...  suck me... suck me hard..."  I curl my lips
over my teeth to squeeze his shaft harder.  The Leader grips my head
tighter and starts to moan.  My nipples are pinched and rolled.  I
know I'm about to orgasm.  As I give out a few short shudders, the
Winner rams his tongue deep inside me.  His fingers rub against my
clit, then pull the flesh aside.  His tongue moves to my exposed clit,
and he flicks it about.  His teeth grip my clit and tug at it, then
his tongue roams all over it again.  My nipples are pinched firmly and
are twisted hard.

It's more than I can handle.  I shake and jerk with an enormous
climax.  The Leader holds my head tighter and continues his assault. I
tense all over and hear myself moan with pleasure as wave after wave
passes through my body.  The Winner stops eating me, and I begin to
recover.  The Leader pulls his cock out of my mouth, and I just lay
there breathing heavily.  My nipples are released, and he softly
strokes my belly.  The men are all talking, as I catch my breath.

The hand moves up from my belly and softly rubs over my right tit.
Gently, he moves to my other breast and strokes it with his
fingertips.  I've recovered from my orgasms, and his soft touch is
relaxing and pleasurable.  The Winner gets off the table, comes over
to the Leader and says, "Sure could use some of that sucking
myself..."  The Leader steps back and says, "I think you deserve it...
don't you think he deserves a little head, baby?..."  I smile up at
him and say, "I'll suck his dick dry!" The men chuckle and move about
as the Winner undresses.

The Leader stands on top of the desk.  He is naked now, and his cock
bobs above me.  He says, "And I just wanna shoot my load between those
huge knockers..."  The man stops touching my breasts and gets down off
the desk.  The Leader puts one leg on either side of me and kneels
down.  He straddles my waist just below my jiggling breasts.  I can't
take my eyes away from watching him slowly stroke his firm cock.  He
slides up some more until the tip of his penis can rub along the
undersides of my breasts.  He moves closer again and lightly rubs the
fleshy head of his cock against my puffy nipples.

His hips move back and forth, as he slides the length of his cock on
my nipple.  The sensation brings back memories of my boyfriend.  He
use to do the same thing, before he tit fucked me.  It felt good to me
then, and it feels good now.  I look up to the Leader and see in his
face the passion I remember seeing in my boyfriend.  I feel more
comfortable, more relaxed and let this familiar sensation flow all
over me.

He rests his dick on my right breast.  I feel its warmth.  As it
throbs I see my tit flesh quiver with small ripples.  He twists to
drag his cock off my breast, and its weight drops on my chest. His
hands move to my sides, and he cups the outsides of my breasts and
pulls them on top of my chest.  His thumbs stroke my rigid nubs.  He
pushes my breasts closer together and moves to position his cock
between them and closer to my face.  My tit flesh touches each side of
his cock, and he holds them there.  His thumbs roll my nipples firmly,
then he slides them off and squeezes my tits hard.  I close my eyes
and enjoy the sensation.

He stops squeezing them, then he continues to push my breasts
together, wrapping them around his cock.  He begins humping them,
moving his thick hard fuck meat in and out between my tits.  I look
down and see his fingers are buried in my tit flesh as he squashes my
breasts together.  He holds the tips of my breasts so tightly that my
nipples almost touch each other.  The head of his cock emerges from
between my tits as he pushes forward, then disappears in them when he
pulls back.  His thrusting cock is lubricated by my own sweat.  As I
watch him pump his cock between my tits, I become aware of a need of
my own.  I would love to have his cock in my cunt.  I want his cock
there, now!  I tell him, "Fuck me...  please fuck me now...  I want
your cock in my pussy."

The men laugh and tease me as I beg to be fucked.  The Leader says,
"Not me, baby...  your tits are gonna fuck me..."  The Winner turns my
head to face his erection and says, "...and this is what I'm gonna
fuck..."  I say, "Somebody fuck me!  Please, anybody...  I need a dick
in my pussy..."  The Young One quickly unzips and yanks his pants
open.  The Leader says, "Wait a minute...  she needs a man's dick...
you're not ready..."  The Young One looks at me with disappointment as
one of the other men says, "I'll fuck the bitch...  I've god a man's
cock here..."  He moves next to the desk and strips.

The Winner now pushes his dick between my lips and into my mouth.  It
goes all the way to the back of my throat before he pulls it back out.
He pumps my head, the Leader shakes my tits and pinches my nipples
between his fingers.  The Young One is standing next to the Winner,
watching me suck him.  I reach over to the Young One and inside his
unzipped pants.  I pull down the top of his underwear and pull out his
hard cock.  He looks down and smiles as my hand covers his shaft.  I
pull on his cock in short, quick jerks.

Someone behind me says, "You got two hands, don't you?...  I'll take a
hand job..."  I reach up with my other hand, and a warm, big,
semi-hard dick is placed in it.  It belongs to the man who said he'd
fuck me.  It swells in my hand, and I try to wrap my fingers around
it, too.  I stroke both cocks in rhythm with the Winner's thrusts.
When he pulls out, I pull their cocks.  When he pushes in, I slide my
hands to their balls.  The men cheer at us.

The Leader begins fucking my fleshy mounds again.  He pushes his cock
between my sweaty tits each time the Winner pushes in.  It feels like
I've got one long cock that is going between my breasts and into my
mouth.  For several minutes, the four cocks and I are in perfect
motion.

The Leader breaks the spell and starts pumping madly, pressing my tits
tighter around his cock.  He grunts a couple of times, then says,
"Sweet Jesus!"  I feel his cock erupting when it's buried in my tit
flesh.  He pushes forward and his cock shoots a long thick stream of
hot cum on my chest and neck.  He lets go of my breasts.  Out of the
corner of my eye a can see him grabbing hold of his cock.  I stop
sucking on the dick in my mouth, but the Winner keeps sliding it in
and out.

The Leader strokes his shaft while he points it at my right breast. It
sputters again, and I feel a glob of cum land near my nipple.  He
moves down until the tip of his cock presses against my nub, and he
beats his meat faster and faster.  His cockhead pushes my nub around,
sending chills through me.  I squeeze the cocks in my hands tighter
and twist them as I stroke them.  The Leader groans as he spurts all
over and around my erect teat.

I squeeze the cocks in my hands hard and tug on them, as I feel the
hot cum slide slowly down along the tip of my pointy tit.  The Leader
slows his strokes and squeezes his cock to milk the last drop of cum
onto the very tip of my coated nub.  As he tries to catch his breath,
he uses the tip of his cock to spread his still warm cum over the tip
of my quivering breast.  I stop squeezing the cocks and just hold
them, enjoying the feeling of his warm cock rubbing my tit.  I press
my lips against the Winner's cock a little to better feel his flesh
slide over them.  The Winner responds by pushing it further in and
pulling it out until his cockhead almost escapes my lips.

I suck deeply on the Winner's cock and rub my tongue back and forth
against it.  I tighten my lips around his hot flesh, and he groans
loudly.  The Leader rubs my left tit and pushes my nipple around with
his thumb.  I am moaning with every breath.  It's hard to concentrate
on the three cocks I'm servicing.  I tighten my grip around the cocks
in my hands.  I pump them quickly in short strokes and rub my thumbs
over the smooth flesh on their tips.  There is a loud moan, and the
cock in my right hand erupts and cum flies onto the desk top.  I look
up and see the Young One grinning and looking glassy-eyed, apparently
satisfied.  I have to stop stroking the other cock still in my hand. I
hold on to it and squeeze it for a while, then I let go completely.

The Leader rubs his fingers on the desk and coats them in the Young
One's cum.  His fingers drip with cum as he moves them to my right
nipple and rubs the Young One's cum around to mix it with his.  He
coats my nipple with their cum and rolls it between his slippery
fingers.  He says, "Does this feel smooth, baby...  it feels real
smooth to me...  but that's gonna change...  pretty soon it's gonna
feel sticky..."  He rubs his fingertips all over the tip of my
breast.

His fingertips scrap up the cum off the sides of my tit, and he says,
"We can't let this tit have all the fun, can we, baby..." He wipes the
warm cum on the tip of my left breast, not touching its nub, though.
Using a finger not covered with cum, he finally rubs it against my
left nub.  He says, "See how this feels, baby...  see how it feels
without cum on it...  it feels soft, doesn't it, baby..." His other
hand moves to my cum-coated nipple, and he rubs the flesh around my
nub.

The sticky cum pulls on my flesh as his finger jumps across it.  He
says, "This tit's already getting sticky...  you'll like it when it
gets real sticky, baby...  you'll like me rubbing your sticky boobs...
but we've got to get this other boob ready, don't we..."  His fingers
smear the cum all over the tip of my other breast, and he makes
certain both my nubs have a good coating.

He says to the Winner, "How you doing?"  The Winner softly says, "I'm
doing fine...  just fine...  I could fuck this mouth for hours...  and
she knows how to suck..."  The Leader says, "You look good with a dick
in your mouth, baby...  do you like sucking dick...  it felt real good
when you were sucking me, baby..."  He slides his finger over my
breasts.  The sticky cum makes my tit flesh pull against his fingers.
He rubs them to the left, until my tits drag themselves against his
fingers and pop free.  He goes back the other way, but softer so that
only my erect nubs are touched.

I moan softly, as my nubs are bent over, dragged against his fingers,
and then pop up.  The Winner says, "Yeah, baby...  I like it when you
moan...  I can feel it in my dick..."  With no more encouragement, I
moan a little louder and longer.  The Leader's fingers match the
motion of the Winners thrusts.  My nubs drag against his fingers as
the Winner's cock slides between my lips.

I shudder with a small climax, making my lips press tighter around his
cock.  He says, "Yeah, baby...  suck my dick..."  I try to ignore the
sensation in my tits and concentrate on the cock in my mouth.  When he
pulls out, I lather the tip of his cock with my tongue, and he moans
deeply.  When he pushes in, I squeeze my lips tight.

The Leader must have noticed my lips tightening.  He stopped rubbing
my nubs and started to roll them between his finger and thumb.  When
the cock slides in my mouth, the Leader pinches and twists my nubs.
For several minutes the Winner and I alternate moans.  Finally the
sliding of the Winner's cock against my lips and the punishment of my
nipples is more than I can handle.  A small climax rolls within me.  I
groan loudly from the pleasure and the pain.  The Leader pinches my
nipple hard and pulls on them.  Another give out another load groan,
as the climax continues.

The Winner pulls his dick partially out of my mouth and makes short,
fast thrusts.  I hold my tongue up and rub it against the tip of his
cock.  His hands grasp the sides of my head to keep me steady.  He
pumps his cock faster and faster, and I realize he's fucking my face.
I'm only a tool to be used for his pleasure.  Each time the Winner
thrusts in, the Leader pinches my nipples.  A stronger climax runs
through me, and my lips squeeze tight on the Winner's cock.  It
twitches in my mouth, and he presses my head close to him.  His cum
hits the back of my throat, and I start to gag.  He pulls his dick
out, and I swallow his salty sperm.  The Leader releases my nipples.
My tit mounds quiver as I catch my breath.  He says, "Great tit
fuck..."  The Winner adds, "Great head, too..."

The Leader give my tits a couple of slaps, then gets off me, sitting
on the desk next to me.  While I look at him, I feel hands on my
ankles.  I look down and see the man whose big cock I had been
stroking.  He crawls up on the desk, and his rigid cock bounces.  He's
on his hands and knees, and he moves up next to me.  One of his hands
rubs my belly.  He slides it up my chest and rubs my nipples.  My eyes
are glued to the sight of his big, hairy balls as they sway beneath
his erect cock.  His hand moves to my bush, and I spread my legs
slightly.  He says, "I'm gonna give you the fucking of your life,
bitch..."

He raises to his knees and grabs me by my waist.  He rolls me over,
and the coldness of the new part of the desk top sends pleasurable
chills through my breasts and pussy.  He slides his hand over my back
and down to my behind.  His hands move to the sides of my hips, and he
pulls me up.  Taking his queue, I raise up to my knees and elbows.  My
large breasts press against the cool desk top, and my tit flesh
presses against my elbows.

He says, "That's better...", and he moves behind me.  He places his
hands on the sides of my hips, nudges my legs apart with his knees and
moves forward until I feel his hot cock flesh rubbing against my
cooled, wet bush.  He leans over my back and pulls my shoulders up. He
positions me on my hands and knees.  His hands move to my hanging
breasts, and he squeezes their tips firmly.  I watch his hands as they
roughly massage my dangling tits.  He says, "You got some pretty messy
tits, bitch..."

His hands move to my throat and he slides them down my boobs, pressing
them firmly against me.  He draws my breasts apart as his hands slide
over my nipples.  My tits fall from his hands as he rubs the cum off
his hands and onto my back.  His hands go back to my neck, and he rubs
me down again.  He cups the tips of my swaying breasts and rubs them
in small circles.  My tits are still sticky from the cum.  He says,
"That's better now..."  He kneads my tit flesh and says, "I think
you're ready, don't you?" He pinches my teats hard, and I groan.  He
says, "I'm gonna fuck you good, bitch...  you're gonna remember this
fuck..."

He releases my tits and leans back.  His fingers probe my bush and
work their way between my wet pussy lips.  He slides a finger inside
me and feels my juices.  He pulls his hand away, and I feel him rub
the tip of his cock over my pussy lips.  With one hand on the small of
my back, he uses the other to guide his cock into my pussy.  I let out
deep moans of pleasure as he nudges his cock further and further in,
pushing my pussy lips apart as they hug his thick cock.  At last, I've
a cock in me.  I really want this fuck.  He slowly pulls out and
slides back in.  Each stroke goes deeper and deeper.  Finally, his
belly pounds against me, signalling his cock is completely in my
pussy.

With his hands on my hips, he pushes me away from him, and his cock
slides out.  Slowly, his hands pull my hips back toward him, and his
cock slides back in.  I lower myself back down on my elbows and raise
my hips to give his cock better access.  I arch my back just enough to
keep only my nipples touching the desktop.  He continues to guide my
hips in and out, and my pussy slides over his cock.  Each time he
pushes me away, my nipples get dragged over the cold desktop.  It
feels terrific.  He quickens the pace.  I raise up onto my hands, drop
my head and watch my hanging boobs flop wildly.  My lust builds, and
soon the slap of my ass against his belly becomes rapid.  I close my
eyes and enjoy this pleasurable pounding.  I have to breath through my
mouth as the tension raises.

I lift one of my hands off the desk and reach between my legs.  My
fingers find his swaying balls.  I cup them in my palm and gently
massage them.  He moves one hand onto my back and continues to guide
my motion.  He says, "I think you need to do some of this work
yourself...  you've got the rhythm now, bitch...  I want you to slide
your pussy over my dick..."  His hand stops moving me, and after a
little hesitation I release his balls, prop myself up with both hands
and resume the pace myself.  The men get louder as I quicken the pace
even more.  I feel a climax building.  The man leans over me and cups
my breasts, restraining them from their violent flopping.

I fill with pleasure as he squeezes my tits hard.  His fingers move to
find my aching nipples, and he pinches them, too.  He pulls my nipples
down and back toward him.  As I slide forward, my boobs are stretched;
a delicious pain fills my breasts.  When I slide back, it lessens.  I
gulp for air and concentrate on sliding the entire length of his hard
cock in and out of my pussy.  He puts one hand on my back while his
other hand rubs over my swinging breasts.  He rubs them hard, back and
forth, up and down.  I am constantly moaning, enjoying the pleasure
shooting through my tits.  I hear the men hooting and cheering me to
go faster.

As I pump quicker in response, I tune out their voices, and enjoy the
sensation in my breasts and snatch.  My eyes close, and I can't hold
back a small smile.  The pleasure from my pussy and the pain from my
tits are overpowering.  I shudder as several climaxes erupt within
me.  My shoulders shake from the intenseness of the pain shooting from
my nipples and tits.  My pussy lips clamp around his cock.  As my pace
slows, he releases my tortured nipples.  My need for a fucking has
been satisfied.

I feel his dick pulling out of my pussy, as I try to catch my breath.
He says, "That was just your warm up, bitch...  my dick's still hard
and hungry...  time for the main course..."  His hand moves over my
ass, and he pinches it.  His fingers slide along my ass cheeks, and
work their way to my butthole.  I gasp, turn my head to him and say,
"No!  Don't do that to me!"

Smiling, he says, "You mean you ain't never had a cock up your ass,
bitch?  Boy, oh boy...  does this ass need fucking or what?"  His
fingers spread my cheeks, and his other hand guides his cock to its
target.  Its tip presses against me, and I feel the wetness of my own
juices as it lubricates his cock's entry.  He pushes firmly forward.
It hurts.  He pushes again, and I squeal in pain as his cock pushes
into my asshole.  He pulls out slightly, then pushes further in.  I
try to relax, and the pain subsides.

He keeps edging his cock deeper and deeper.  I feel my heavy breasts
begin to swinging.  Perspiration covers my forehead, slides down my
face and drops onto the desk.  He leans over me and grabs the tips of
my hanging boobs.  As he drives deeper, he squeezes my breasts hard.
He pulls on my nipples and pinches them between his fingers.  The pain
in my breasts matches the pain in my ass.  His hands move up to my
neck, then slides around and behind it.  With his arms under my
shoulders, he pulls me up onto my knees and locks his fingers together
behind my neck.

My arms stick straight up and dangle over my head.  I place my palms
on the top of my head to rest my arms.  As he pushes his dick in more,
he pulls his arms back, and my arms must go back, too.  The men gawk
as my large, bouncing breasts are drawn upward.  I look down to see my
boobs are bright pink from the mauling they've received.  They are
filled with blood and, though firm, still quiver with a life of their
own.  The tips of my tits are swollen, and my jutting nubs are the
size of grapes.

I lay back against him.  He shakes me with his shoulders to wiggle my
abused tits for the men.  He slowly pulls his cock out of my ass a
little, then eases it back in.  After six or eight strokes, he pulls
it out a bit further before pushing it in deeper still.  My asshole
twitches uncontrollably and clenches around his shaft.  His hardness
has returned, and his hips against my backside with more and more
forceful thrusts.  My tit flesh ripples from the impact.  Instead of
squealing in pain, I moan with each stroke.

He says to the men, "It's about time this bitch makes me feel good,
too...  Huh, guys?"  The men roar with, "Yeah, fuck her good!...  give
it to her!...  fuck the bitch's ass!..."  As they continue yelling, he
pulls me more upright, pulls my arms back further and shakes me hard
to make my big tits bounce and slide over my chest.  His mouth moves
to my ear, and he softly whispers, "You've already had your fuck,
bitch...  now I'm gonna have mine..."

Holding me tightly, his moves his dick back and forth in short
strokes.  He quickens the pace a little, then he slows a bit to
lengthen the stroke and, again, slowly picks up speed.  My moans have
become longer and more guttural.  My body is glistening with sweat.  I
can taste its saltiness as it enters my mouth.  For several minutes,
he works my ass until the entire length of his cock is finally sliding
in and out.  I feel his balls bouncing softly against my ass cheeks as
he thrusts.

He takes control of the pace and drives his cock into me quicker and
rougher.  He is no longer servicing me.  He is using me for his
private pleasure, just like the Winner used my mouth and the Leader
fucked my tits.  I feel like a puppet as he rams into me harder and
harder.  I'm not participating in this;  my body is used to only
satisfy his lust.  He pulls himself nearly all the way out and pauses.
I take a few deep breaths, hoping he's through.  Suddenly, he slams
his cock all the way in.  I let out a load groan, and before I can
catch my breath, he's already pulled out and slammed into me again.
He forcefully rams me again and again.  He stretches my body higher
and pulls me back.  My big, firm tits jut up toward the ceiling.

My glistening breasts bounce spastically as his body slams into mine.
I squeal from his abuse, but he only goes faster.  One of the other
men reaches out to grab the nipple of one of my bouncing boobs.  He
holds it steady and lets my tit bounce around it.  The motion of my
heavy breast tugs at my nipple, motionless in his grasp.  The Leader
captures my other nipple, pinches it harder than the other guy, holds
it steady too, but also pulls it away from my body.  The other guy
duplicates the Leader and pulls the nipple he's holding away from me.

I close my eyes and imagine the sight the men are seeing and the
camera is recording.  I'm center stage, surrounded by a gang of men.
The men all talk to each other, but all eyes are leering at me.  They
are enjoying the sight of three men working me over;  not for my
pleasure, but for theirs.  Some watch the cock reaming my asshole.  My
butt cheeks ripple.  Others are focused on my breasts.  My big tits
are being lifted up by their nipples.  I can picture how I must look
to the men holding my nipples.

I can not hold back my moans from the pleasurable pain.  The pain I
feel in my ass at each thrust is quickly followed by pain in my
breasts when my tits are stretched by my pinched nipples.  I groan
loudly as I climax again.  The man ramming my ass lowers me back to my
hands and knees.  My breasts are released, and my quivering tit flesh
hangs down again.  His hands firmly hold my hips still, and he drives
his cock faster and harder into me.

I collapse onto my elbows, weak and gasping for air.  My breasts rest
on the cold desk top sending chills through me.  All I can feel,
though, is the cock in my ass.  I catch my breath and raise up until
again only the nipples of my hanging breasts touch the desk.  I enjoy
the tingling of my teats being dragged against the cold surface.  My
breasts are not left alone for long.

I lower my head and watch as two other men grab at my swinging tits.
I raise to my hands to give them better access to my tits.  They
squeeze them and rub them and pinch my nipples.  Several waves of
climax rush through my body.  When I'm not gasping for air, I'm
groaning loudly.  Some of the men pound on the desk top with each
stroke.  There is noise everywhere.

The man fucking my ass grunts louder and louder.  I feel his body
tense.  His pumping cock spasms within me as him cum fills my ass.  He
slows his pounding.  He pulls me upright again and rubs one of my tits
roughly.  As he slows his thrusts, he twists on my nipple until he
finally pulls his cock completely out.  He lowers me onto the desk and
rolls me onto my back.  I gasp for air as the sensations ebb.  He
looks down at me and says, "You were a good fuck, bitch..." The men
are talking and laughing as they move closer and leer at my sweaty,
quivering body.  What they've been watching has brought lust to their
faces.  Many are sweating and rubbing their crotch.

No sooner have I caught my breath when hands are all over me; rubbing
my belly, my pussy, my thighs, my breasts, my face and lips.  Someone
works his fingers into my pussy and starts giving me a hand job.  A
hand reaches for one of my sweaty breasts.  Its finger lightly draws
circles around my nipple, then gently flicks at it with a fingertip. I
follow the arm up and see the Young One smiling at me.  As he flicks
my nub, his other hand is stroking his small, erect dick.

The Young One moves toward my head and puts his small dick near my
lips.  I smile in satisfaction as my pussy is expertly fingered and
open my mouth wide for him.  As I lick and suck him, my hands are
taken and wrapped around two more cocks.  I am servicing three cocks
at once while my pussy gets closer to another climax.  I have given
myself up to wanton lust.  These men have eaten and fucked my pussy,
tormented and fucked my tits, and given me my first ass fucking.  They
have filmed the whole thing.  Who knows how many other men will later
see me being stripped naked, fondled and fucked.  Not only have I
contributed to this, I'm now contently giving another blow job and
jacking off two others as they grope my tits and finger my pussy.

As soon as one cock shoots its cum in my mouth or down my arm, another
takes its place.  Three or four times someone mounts me and fucks my
pussy as I service or prepare the others with my mouth and my hands. I
lose track of time and of what's happening.  Slowly I notice there are
no cocks in me or on me.  I sit up to see the men leaving.  The Leader
looks at me and says, "Didn't I say we wouldn't hurt you?"

He approaches me and pulls at my softened teats one last time.  We
both watch them as they protrude again.  He says, "Just a little
something for you to remember..."  He seems satisfied with their size,
and he turns the tape player back on.  The monitor comes to life.  The
woman in the video is laying naked in a bed.  Into her bedroom come
four men, their cocks already hard.  The Leader tugs on my nipples one
last time, gives them a hard twist and turns to go.  As he leaves he
says, "You can go back to work now..."

Chapter 10

     Sandra 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 Sandra
was in charge of selecting an applicant.  Not that she minded that job. 
It was all part of the new arrangement she and Mike 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 Mike, too, Sandra thought, feeling a little twinge of
jealousy as she remembered Sheila, the new redhead who had taken Eve's
place.  Although part of the agreement they had reached was that her
husband could have a free hand with the new student, Sandra 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!  Mike had agreed to her continuing
her relationship with Sam, but she found that he alone couldn't satisfy
her completely and she found herself looking further afield for satiation. 
And of course, her neighbors were only too glad to oblige.  The
veterinarian's visit was due next week, and Sandra 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 Sam 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, "Pablo seems
to know a lot about the job, and is certainly very handsome, but on the
other hand, Bill looks as if he were hung like one of our breeding bulls
..."

The End

Chapter 9

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

*     *     *

     Mike was afraid to look at Sandra.  Afraid, and ashamed, too.  His
anger had gotten the better of him, and had faded with his arousal; now he
felt nothing but regret.  He knew he'd gone too far when he'd forced his
own hired hand and his wife to perform in front of him. He'd no right to
do it, he knew now, especially when he himself had just been fucking Eve.
Who was he to throw stones?  For all he knew, catching him and Eve in the
act might have set the ball rolling for his wife and Maguire.  I shouldn't
have been so hasty ...
     Apprehensively, he watched Sandra get up. Where was she going, he
puzzled, and then drew in his breath sharply when he saw her heading over
to where Eve was still cringing against the wall.
     What was she going to do to the girl? he wondered, tempted to call
out and warn Eve. His wife was probably angry enough for anything, maybe
even for attacking the girl!
     "Sandy ..." he called softly, but she didn't seem to hear.  Afraid,
Mike got to his feet, and hurried over to where the two women were
standing.
     Sandra was looking intently at Eve, taking in every inch of her soft
golden curves, feeling a stab of jealousy on seeing the girl's youthful
perfection.
     There was a look of abject fear on her face, and her pale hair, seen
in the dim light, made her look ghostly, a sad apparition.
     "Please, it's not my fault!" she whimpered, suddenly terrified of her
employer's wife who was standing beside her.  With relief, Eve saw Mike
coming towards them.  He'd protect her, save her from that madwoman ...
     "Sandra, leave Eve out of this!  Mike said authoritatively, and
Sandra threw him a haughty glance.
     "No fear!" she scoffed, throwing her head back, "I'm going to find
out just what it is you've been so interested in!"
     Sandra reached out her hand and rested it on the girl's shoulder, and
then began to caress the soft flesh, dropping lower still until her hand
was covering one of Eve's soft round breasts.
     "Sandra, for God's sake ..." Mike broke in.
     "Mmmm, not bad ..." Sandra noted, her hand moving to cup the other
full white orb in her hand.  Eve's brown berry-like nipples leaped into
erection at Sandra's touch and jutted out provocatively against her palm. 
Now Sandra was embracing the astonished girl, gathering her in her arms,
pulling her toward her breasts, and then, Sandra lowered her mouth onto
the girl's quivering lips, and planted them with soft, passionate kisses. 
Sandra could hear Mike's sharp intake of breath and felt a thrill of
pleasure when she realized that her plan was working.  I'll make him sorry
yet ... she promised, as she continued to shower hot little kisses on the
surprised girl's lips, neck, throat.  Sandra was actually surprised by how
pleasant it was to hold the other woman in her arms, and was glad that she
was so pretty and soft and appealing.  She realized she felt a sort of
sympathy for the girl, a mild desire to comfort her for what she had to go
through.
     Mike stared dumbfounded at the two women, their arms entwined around
each other. He couldn't believe it.  He had been sure they were going to
come to blows, instead they were lovingly caressing and kissing each
other.  Eve had suddenly come to life under his wife's attentions and was
reciprocating with passionate leech-like kisses.  Her mouth was closing in
on one of Sandra's pink little nipples, enclosing the hard little knob
between her full ripe lips, sucking on it deliriously.  Sandra was
emitting little moans of pleasure as she clung to the blonde, and Mike had
to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.  Sam, too, had
joined him, his mouth agape at the incredible sight.
     "Well, I'll be hornswoggled ..." he murmured, his eyes widening as he
watched his mistress and the dairymaid melting together in passionate
embrace.  He looked awkwardly at his boss, wondering what to say, but Mike
was looking away embarrassedly, ashamed to look his employee in the eye. 
So they both turned their attention back to the girls ...
     They had slipped to the floor, golden body fused against creamy white
one, and the two men watched in disbelief as Sandra began to slide along
the ground, trailing kisses down the length of Eve's body, coming to rest
on the golden triangle between her long slim legs.
     Sandra poised above the yellow thatch of pubic curls for a moment,
and then dipped still lower, and slowly drew apart the girl's buttery
thighs.  Her eyes gazed raptly at the enticing pink slit which appeared
before her, crowned by a golden fleece.  She could see the thin hair-
feather outer lips throb slightly and placing a thumb and forefinger on
each soft, tender flange, gently drew apart the fleshy folds, revealing
the moist pink glory of her delicious young pussy.  The tiny pink tip of
her clitoris peeped out from beneath the flaxen curls, and just below it,
the small rosebud-like opening of her vagina glistened wetly.  Sandra had
never seen a woman so close before.  It was all new and strange to her,
yet she was driven by she didn't know what instinct.  She had forgotten
her initial desire for revenge; she was enraptured by the sculptured
wonder of the girl's soft, yielding body, and she was borne along by an
inclination which was getting more clamorous as minutes ticked by.
     Slowly, she lowered her face towards the golden gateway, and drawing
out her tongue, ran it along the full length of the narrow pink aperture.
     She felt the young girl draw back from the strange sensation, but she
continued to touch the girl's tender young flesh with her tongue,
tentatively licking and swiping with her own sensitive organ.  Her long
slim fingers were pressing against the tender flesh of the girl's smooth
thighs, and she began to grow more familiar with the other woman's
perfumed young cunt, sweeping her tongue in long, caressing strokes along
its velvety folds, dipping and probing and drawing out the ambrosia of her
femininity.  She enclosed the turgid little button of her clitoris in her
mouth, fastening it between her teeth, and titillating it with her tongue,
making Eve squirm and moan with ecstatic pleasure.  Sandra's tongue
searched and explored the secret creases and indentations of Eve's pussy,
sending chills of pleasure rippling up and down her spine, making her
grind the golden peak of her body down on the other woman's feverishly
licking mouth.  She was beginning to mewl incessantly, her whole frame
wracked with tiny spasms of pleasure.
     Mike just couldn't believe it.  The two women were twisting around on
the floor like fish out of water, and Eve was moaning and sighing under
his wife's oral love-making.  He could feel his own prick beginning to
rise again, a new, piercing ache throbbing through it.  He was overcome
with desire for his wife, and for his mistress, and experienced an acute
agony which stemmed from the knowledge that he was excluded.  They didn't
need him ... they were sensually aroused without him ...
     He continued to watch astonished as Eve suddenly began to swivel
around, until her head was reaching down for Sandra's loins. Sandra,
realizing what was happening, languidly spread her thighs, and Mike gasped
as he saw Eve lower her pale oval face between the creamy columns of his
wife's legs.  Eve was going to suck his wife's pussy!
     Sandra moaned into Eve's steaming crotch as she felt the first touch
of the girl's cool tongue on her burning vaginal lips.  It felt so soft,
so soothing and she sighed, stretching out her legs as Eve continued to
tease her twirling little tongue along the length of her hot pussy,
soaking up her free-flowing juices, nibbling the little bud of her rigid
clitoris, jabbing experimentally at the clasping hole of her cunt.
     Sandra never knew that kissing and licking a woman's pussy, and being
kissed and sucked by a woman in return, could be so exciting, and yet so
relaxing.  Safe, somehow.  She felt instinctively that the girl wasn't
going to do her any harm, and she, in turn, wished to give Eve pleasure,
nice, soothing pleasure.
     Their bodies were fused together, dark hair against soft blonde pubic
curls, blonde head against soft dark pubic curls, the gold and the white
blending in a delicious sinewy streak of smoothly naked feminine flesh. 
They licked and sucked and slavered in each other's pussies, oblivious of
the hard breathing, and unabashed gaping of the two men, completely
nonplussed in their sudden, unexpected exclusion.
     The tempo of the rhythmic churning increased, and the bobbing heads
became more frantic in their movements, and then the men saw that the two
bodies became as taut as plumb-lines, before collapsing in a series of
head-to-toe spasms, which culminated in muffled sighs and moans, drowned
in the steaming softness of the two twitching cunts.
     Sandra felt her body rise and fall like a feather floating in a
gentle breeze, as Eve's tongue whipped her into achieving a climax unlike
any she had before.  She could feel Eve's cuntal walls contract tightly
around her nose and mouth, almost smothering her, and tugging painfully on
her slashing tongue, before ejecting a warm mist of softly-scented
moisture which bathed her face and signalled the girl's simultaneous
climax.  The mistress and wife clung tremulously to each other, their
mutual embraces helping to still the last quivering vestiges of their
orgasms.
     Sandra felt as if she were floating on Cloud Nine.  Everything was
working out.  She had got her revenge on Mike, while at the same time
discovering a new dimension in sensual excitement which she hadn't
suspected existed.  Her latest experience had acted as a salve for her
preceding ordeal, its gentle feminine satiation the perfect counterpart
for the animalistic satisfaction of the other.
     But her peaceful reverie was brought abruptly to an end as she felt
hands once more curving around her buttocks.
     "W-wha ..." was all she managed to stammer, before she found herself
being pulled up on all fours.  The hands were kneading the soft pliant
flesh of her bottom, caressing and pummelling it in turns.  She winced as
she felt the unmistakable burning shaft of an engorged penis prodding at
her, the hard, mushrooming head probing obscenely at the tender folds of
her pussy half concealed by the flesh of her thighs.
     Casting around in the semi-darkness, she could make out Sam standing
near her, his huge, sturdy penis held aloft in his hand like some barbaric
weapon, his eyes glinting eerily in the half-light.  It was Mike then, who
was positioning himself behind her!
     A weird shudder ran through her at the thought that it was her
husband who was prodding her with his giant weapon, her husband who was
poising the rock-hard head of his prick at the quivering entrance to her
still tingling vagina.  He's going to take me from behind, her mind
realized, and then...
     "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ..." she called out, unable to stop the shriek
from sounding as she felt the first nudging of his pounding cock as it
insinuated itself inside her hotly trembling cuntal sheath.
     "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.
     Sandra 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 Sam suddenly pounce on the still
prostrate body of Eve, and roughly spread her legs wide.  Sandra 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.  Sam'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.
     Sandra, 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 instrokes.  She began to kiss the agonized girl, finding her
young lips warm and tender against hers, slipping her tongue past the
guardian teeth, encouraging Eve'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.
     Sandra 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!
     Sandra 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 Eve'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 Sandra 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 Sandy, 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 Eve
and Sam 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. Sandra was utterly exhausted, feeling certain she would
never again have the strength to make love again, but Sam and Eve and her
husband all united and proved how wrong she was, right into the early
hours of the morning, when finally Sandra dropped off into a satiated
trance, her mouth curved into a Mona Lisa smile. "Mmmmm, what a day this
has been..."

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.

Chapter 7

     Sandra was applying nail-polish to her long tapering nails, when she
heard Mike'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 experince with Sam.  Her body still
tingled from the incredible fucking she had received from Sam 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 Sam 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
Mike ... It was weeks since Mike 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, Sandra," he called, "any coffee ready?"  Sandra 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?" Sandra 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
Sandra 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 Sandra had a chance to reply, he was gone.
     Sandra stood stockstill.  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 Sandra's pulsing heart. Was she in danger of
losing Mike?  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 Mike 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 Sandra'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 Mike would not
find out.  She also believed that nothing that she did would make him turn
against her!  Had she been wrong?  Was Mike 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, get his reassurance that everything was all
right.  At the back of her mind was the paralyzing fear that Sam, unable
to restrain himself, would brag about his conquest ...
     She knew Mike 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 ...
     Sandra 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 Mike wouldn't be angry at her for disturbing him.
     Suddenly, Sandra froze, her blood running cold.  She had to stifle a
scream as her husband's voice wafted across to her.
     "Oooohhh Eve 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.  Mike, her husband and Eve were sprawled, stark nude, on several
sacks of animal feed, their bodies locked together in a tight, passionate
embrace.
     Sandra 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, Eve's, strong white hands wrapped tightly around Mike'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 Sandra's horrified gaze, and she could see that Eve's large gray
eyes were beginning to dilate and an unmistakable smoky haze of passion
drifted across them as Mike slowly caressed her ripe golden body.
     Sandra 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 Mike's mouth tore away from the glistening fullness of
Eve'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.
     Sandra 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.
     Sandra watched, her eyes bulging, as Eve, 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. 
Sandra 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 Mike 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 Eve.  Then he raised his head and Sandra 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.
     Sandra'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 Eve's parted thighs, and Sandra
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 ..." Eve's passion distorted voice pleaded.  Her
fingernails were digging into his muscular back, and Sandra winced at the
girl's lascivious desire.
     Sandra had never seen Mike 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 Eve'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 vagina, lust gleaming in his eyes,
and Sandra herself could see the moist, pink furrow throbbing with
excitement.  She could see the eager clasping hole of her vagina, 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.
     Mike 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 Eve's already flowing vaginal
juices, while she mewled piteously.
     "Ob please Mike, do it to me now ... please do it to me now ... ! !"
     Her lewd words seemed to galvanize Mike 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 ..." Eve sighed, and Sandra 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 Mike
continued to plow forward, sinking his elongated shaft all the way into
Eve's upraised pelvis.
     "... hhhhnnnngggghhhhh ...!"  she moaned as Mike'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.
     Sandra 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 instrokes and his short, sharp
outstrokes 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
Mike know that she'd seen him, that she'd been spying on him! Her flesh
crawled as she felt hands behind her, 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
vagina ... OH GOD, SHE COULDN'T STAND IT!  She had to turn, stop whoever
it was ...
     "Ssshhh, it's only me ..."
     It was Sam!  Relief flooded through the terrified wife.  But what was
he doing?  Sandra wanted to ask him, wanted him to go away, let her
witness alone her husband's infidelity ...
     "Aaaaahhhhhhhh ..." Sandra was unable to stop herself moaning as she
felt the searing, unexpected contact of Sam's mouth on her naked pussy! 
He had ducked under her skirt, and his face was buried between her thighs!
     Oh God, Sandra thought desperately, what's happening?  She had to
stop him, stop his disgusting assault on her genitals, had to pull away
...
     "Oh Mike, you know how to fuck me ... your cock feels so great in me
... Mmmmmmm ..."
     Sandra'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 Sam'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 Sam's dog, and how she had enjoyed it ...
     "No, Sam, no ..." she whispered feebly, terrified Mike 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, prodded the soft velvety folds of
her pussy.  Against her will, Sandra felt the excitement, arousal,
enjoyment, 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 Sandra'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, Sandra found her thighs closing in around Sam'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.
     Sam 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 Sandra 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 grovelled 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.  Sandra'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.
     Sandra'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 Sandra'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
Sam's exhausted, moist face.  Another blinding wave of heat exploded
within her, travelling with gathering speed up the thrashing length of her
spine.
     Her head fell back, her mouth hung open.
     "OH MY GOD!  SAM!  SAM!" 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.
     Mike 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!"

Chapter 6

     "Yes, I have to admit I belong to the 'Ban DDT' camp," Jeff McLean
drawled as he sipped the Scotch and soda Sandra had fixed for him.  He
leaned back comfortably in the wing chair, and Sandra 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," Sandra replied thoughtfully, "but
surely its usefulness outweighs any disadvantages."
     She felt curiously elated, a girlish thrill surging through her as
she talked with McLean.  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!" McLean 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," Sandra had to admit, secretly enjoying his
indignation.
     "It's from phytoplankton that we get almost 50 per cent of oxygen
replenishment," he explained.  "We are on our way to suffocating ourselves
with that damn DDT!"
     Sandra 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," Sandra exclaimed.  "Should they have been
left to die or waste away, for the sake of a few fish and water plants?"
     "Of course not," McLean 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!" Sandra 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," McLean interrupted, "a beautiful woman like you shouldn't
have to worry about such things!"
     Sandra 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 Sam 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 Sam,
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 Sam'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.  Mike 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 Sandra 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 Sam'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 McLean.
     "You've certainly changed since I saw you last!" Jeff 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 Sandra remembered how dowdy and
unhappy she'd been.
     "For better, or worse?" she quipped brightly.
     "Better, of course, much better!" Jeff laughed, "Mike must be really
taking care of you!"
     Sandra blushed, and to hide her confusion, enjoined:
     "Country air must be good for me!"
     "Yep," McLean agreed, "a spell in the country works wonders for
anyone!  People change their views on a lot of things after a rural
sojourn."
     Sandra took a long swallow on her drink, hoping Jeff 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, Sandra?" McLean
said, a new note in his voice.  Before Sandra 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 over-powering grip.
     "Hey, what's the matter?  I thought you might like a little city
loving after all that pastoral stuff!"
     Sandra's mind was reeling.  What had come over him?
     "Let me go, Jeff!" she said, her voice quietly authoritative.  Anger
stirred in McLean'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!"
     Sandra'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 Jeff ..." she began.
     "You're not so standoffish with Maguire, are you?" he demanded, rage
boiling hot inside him.
     Sandra gasped, her face crimsoning.  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 Mike will suddenly find out all about your little game with
Maguire.  What would he say to that?"
     Sandra 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.  Mike 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, her thighs.  Her lips parted to admit his swirling tongue into her
hot orfice, 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
McLean'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 Sam ... Mike wouldn't like you to be stingy with me ..."
     Mike!  He'd tell Mike 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!
     Jeff sensed her acquiescense, his half-closed eyes mesmerized by the
enticing sight of her half naked body, its shimmering whiteness like fine
marble against the Giorgone-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. 
Sam's right, he mused, she's a hot little bitch!  He had been skeptical
when Sam, 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 Sandra 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 ...
     Sandra 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.
     Sam 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 Peters' livingroom.
     Sandra'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 a 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 McLean 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, Sam thought
viciously, his own prick throbbing inside his workpants as he pressed
against the outside wall, his face riveted to the glass of the sittingroom
window.
     Jeff's gaze was riveted on the entrancing sight of Sandra'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, Sandra," he rasped hoarsely, "I'm going to fuck you now
..."
     Sandra'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.
     McLean 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 ... !" Sandra sobbed, feeling her
interior vaginal wall stretch with painful intensity from the huge mass of
granite hard flesh imbedded inside her.
     Sam stared dumbfounded at the spectacle of the skewered woman, his
eyes welded on the sunken shaft barely protruding from Sandra's ovally
stretched vaginal hole.
     McLean continued to plow forward, his massive prick tunnelling
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, revelling in their resilient softness, and
then pulled her crotch even further down on his sunken cock, swivelling
her pelvis around on his hardened shaft, grazing the sensitive entrance to
her womb against his rock hard penis.  Sandra 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 McLean.
     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.  Sandra'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. McLean was arousing new sensations 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 Sam ... her body was the
master now, its desire her only duty to satisfy.
     Outside the window, Sam 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, McLean, was giving her.  The lewd
sight excited him unnaturally; his fury with McLean 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 Sandra beneath him.  It was all too much for him ... he couldn't
take it any more ...
     Sandra was riding the waves of an indescribable joy.  Her body was
completely in tune with McLean'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 unrebukable climax which
was building up in her, and which wouldn't be long in coming.
     From the back of her mind, Sandra 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
Jeff'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 Sandra 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, McLean'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, McLean, wait for me!"
     It was Sam!  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 McLean's insistent hammering.  Agonized,
she felt the trim smooth ovals of her buttocks being spread apart, heard
Sam's excited gasp as the dark little ring of her anus 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 Sandra's round firm buttocks jerking backward enticingly
under McLean's frontal thrusts egged Sam 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 ..." Sandra 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 McLean to boiling point, as
he continued to fuck heedlessly into her ravished vagina.
     "That's it ... move that ass ..." he groaned, seemingly oblivious to
the farm hand's entrance.
     Sam 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 Sandra a momentary feeling of relief.
     But it was shortlived, as she felt again the hard, excruciating
pressure of Sam'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, Sam ..." 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, SAM ... 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 ]over, but to no avail.  By dint of pure strength, Sam 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.
     Sam 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, Sandra 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 McLean 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 excrutiating sweet agony of a completely freed libido.
     "Mmmmmmmmm ... oooohhh it's good ..." she moaned, arching her back
and flaring her buttocks to receive Sam's jack-hammer thrusts in back and
then flicking forward to welcome Jeff's pile-driver shaft in front.
     "Oooohhh that's it ... hurt me!  Fuck me harder!" her voice rang out,
raucous in its obscenities, and Sandra 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 frothy male sperm in Sandra'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, Sandra slipped to the floor, her body floating on a sea of
happiness, shielded on both sides by her two lovers.

Chapter 5

     Sandra 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, smouldering look.  Several coats of black mascara on her long dark
lashes completed her eye make-up, and 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 Mike 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 Sandra.  Mike had
tried several times to make up with her, apologizing for his dreadful
behavior, but somehow, Sandra 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 hurt 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, Mike 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 Sam Maguire had fingered her freely in the secret
confines of her eager vagina.  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, Sandra 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 Mike for the unforgiveable
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.  Mike wasn't interested in her anymore, that was obvious.  But
Sam 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 provocativeness of the dress.
     She found, to her mingled dismay and surprise, that she was almost
desperately looking for Sam, 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, Sandra 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. Peters!" Sam'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, Sam ordered, and the friendly collie crept away
unhappily, and lay down by Sam's feet.
     "Hello, Sam," Sandra 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," Sam praised, and Sandra
found herself flushing.
     "T-thank you, Sam," she floundered, not knowing what to say.
     "Well, what can I do for you this morning?" Sam drawled, an arrogant
note in his voice. Sandra 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?" Sam asked, and Sandra 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 ... ! ! !" Sandra 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, coupling lewdly with her own mutinous tongue. 
Sandra 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 her husband's 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 Sandra could feel the hem of her tight dress riding up on her
hips.  She gasped as she felt Sam's knee pry apart her thighs, and then
moaned involuntarily as she felt the bony kneecap rub unremittingly
against the burning zone of her vagina.  His crude caress awoke the sparks
that had kindled in her sensitive pussy earlier that morning and she found
herself grinding her throbbingly 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 Sandra fell clumsily,
her legs sprawling uncontrollably.
     Sam smiled to himself as he stared for a moment at the spreadeagled
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' Sam is only too ready to oblige the
boss' wife!
     Sandra 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, 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 grovelled 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 vagina.  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 signalled 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!
     Sam 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
Sammy 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.
     Sam gave a laughing leer, and then snapped out: "Here, King!"
     Sandra, in the throes of her thwarted orgasm, heard uncomprehendingly
Sam'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 Sam, 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 Sam'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-ceilinged shed.  Realization
dawned, followed by an immediate retching nausea, on the lust-demented
woman. Too late she remembered Sam's command, "Here, King!"  Suffocated
with repulsion, she realized the truth.  The dog was crouching down
between her thighs licking her vagina!
     Sam 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!" Sam praised, proud of the trick he had taught the
willing dog.
     "For God's sake, Sam, 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 was loving 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 Sam, who gave
him a perfunctory pat on his moistened head.
     "Good boy, King," Sam 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!" Sandra screamed with vitriolic suddenness, her
hands reaching up for Sam's face.  He tried to slip to one side, but her
nails caught his cheek, raking it savagely, leaving four red weals of
crimson blood in their wake.
     "You little bitch!" Sam spat, "Now, I'm really gonna teach you a
lesson ..."
     But fear made Sandra 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.  Sam 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, Sam," 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 Sam, I couldn't take any more ..."
     Sam'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 Sam grunt.
     "Look at what I've got for you, bitch!" he spat, and involuntarily,
Sandra'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, Sandra felt the
slightly moistened head 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.
     Sam 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 ..."
     Sandra'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 ..." Sandra sobbed again under the force of another
thick inch being sunk up inside her tortured cunt.  Sam 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 ..." Sandra 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.
     Sandra 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 vagina.  God, she couldn't bear it!
     "Hump back, baby.  Put some life into that hot little pussy ..." Sam
panted as he swung his pelvis rhythmically, crashing into her like some
giant pendulum, "move that pussy of yours, you little bitch ... "
     Sandra was revulsed 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!  Mike didn't care what happened to her, and
now Sam, their own employee, was using her as a receptacle for his own
debased desire.
     As the impassioned workman continued to pound into her, Sandra 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.  Needlepoints 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
...
     Sandra 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 Sam'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.  Mike 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 illiciting unknown reactions in her.  She was
desperate for release, yet she hoped the wonderful sensations inside her
would never cease.
     "Mmmmmmmm ... Sam, 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.
     Sam 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 ... !"
     Sam was gyrating like a whiplash, his pelvis crashing and battering
Sandra 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
Sandra's wildly writhing cunt.  From the deep daze of his cumming, he
heard Sandra cry out in an agonized, delighted tone.
     "UUUUUUMMmmmmmmmmm ... I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!  I'm ...
AAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH ..."  And her body, too, was tossing like a gyroscope, a
bottle adrift at sea, the only lifeline being the relentless pole of Sam'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 new found 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 Sam, the hired man, who had initiated her into
the wonderful realm of sun-drencbed 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 Sam, and only Sam, had given her a ticket of
admission.

Chapter 4

     "For God's sake, Sandra, will you stop shouting?  Do you want
everyone on the farm to hear you?"  Mike 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 Eve.  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?" Sandra shrieked bitterly.  She knew that she was acting like a
fishwife, 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 her?"
     Mike flinched under her verbal assault.  He hadn't realized that
she'd noticed his friendliness with Eve, and hoped that she was only
guessing wildly about what was going on.
     "Don't be ridiculous!" Mike retorted, feigning nonchalance, his heart
thudding at the memory of how he had in fact lead Eve 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?" Sandra 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?" Mike said lamely.  A worried knot of agitation
was churning in his stomach, and he had an ominous premonition that Sandra
had found out about his affairs.
     "This is what I mean, you cheating bastard!" Sandra snapped, holding
aloft a bundle of photographs, which Mike recognized with a sinking heart. 
She had found them!
     "Have you forgotten about this blonde," Sandra jeered, waving a
snapshot, "the one you're screwing in the ass?"
     Mike 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?" Sandra went on hysterically.
     "Give me those photographs, Sandra," Mike commanded calmly, although
he was a turmoil of emotion inside.  He had dreaded Sandra 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 Sandra felt a
quiver of fear.  But she was determined not to give in.
     "Like hell I will!" she taunted, and Mike, 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. 
Mike, 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!" Mike 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!" Sandra gasped, looking wildly around the room and struggling
vainly to escape.
     "I'm afraid you've no choice," Mike jeered, give them to me, or I'll
take them."  Sandra 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, Sandra," Mike intoned, his fingers digging into her
wrist.
     "Then wait, you son of a bitch!" Sandra snapped, and with a defiant
look of triumph, threw the bundle of lewd photographs onto the burning
fire!
     "You bitch!  You goddamn little bitch!" Mike 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 embarrassed
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
Sandra 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?"
     Sandra 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, blood-expanded penis imbedded
in a small dark 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 Mike, 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 Mike, please don't!" Sandra whimpered, cringing against the
ottoman, her arms clasped protectively around her breasts, her legs drawn
up to protect the fulcrum of her body.
     Mike 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. 
Cruelly, he 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 travelled 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 Sandra, 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.
     Angrily, he pulled down the last vestige of decency down over his
wife's curvaceously rounded bips, and discarded the sheer panties on the
floor.  Her delicate ass cheeks 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, Mike 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,
Mike reached forward and probed experimentally at it with his finger. 
"Oooohhhhhh ... ! !" Sandra 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.  Mike's fingers were
worming mercilessly up between the tender globes, holding her painfully in
place.  Sandra felt resistance drain from her.  Her body was helpless, to
be used as he desired - the responsibility was out of her control.
     Mike 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 anus 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!"  Sandra
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.
     Mike 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.  Sandra 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," Sandra sobbed, why is he doing that to me?  Is
this really my own husband torturing me like this?
     Mike 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 lay the full length
of the palpitating member between her open ass-globes, resting the smooth
bloated head against the tight little opening of her anus. 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, Sandra 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!  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.  Sandra
shivered in revulsion and as she did, her tiny puckered 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!" Mike snarled, and Sandra forced a stop to
the convulsive quivering of her body.  With a sudden, vicious lunge, Mike
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 Mike cursed softly at his momentary defeat. 
Sandra 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
anus 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.
     Mike 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 ..."
     Sandra'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 Mike only grinned lasciviously and inserted his massive cock
farther into her inflamed back passage, drilling mercilessly up the
virginal channel.
     Violent, shattering pain racked Sandra's body and choked sobs caught
raspingly in her throat. She was hopelessly caught on his merciless rod.
Mike 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 severed 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 Mike, please stop! please stop ... I can't stand it!" she sobbed
piteously.
     But Mike 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!
     Mike 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 quiveringly 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.
     Sandra 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 Sam, the hired hand's, lustful fingerfucking of her
naked vagina 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.
     Mike 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 Sandra 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 ass cheeks hard against her hip
bones as he began to shout strange growling sounds, mingled with threats
and lewd obscenities.
     His body stiffened, swivelled only at the hips, his toes dug against
the floor.
     "Hump back, bitch ... move your fucking goodie, goodie 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 anus, 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 anus, feeling soiled, dirtied forever by her
husband's vengeful attack on her helpless anus, her bowels gurgling
slightly from the heated pool of it he had hosed up into her.

Chapter 3

     Sandra 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 Sandra was grateful
for that.  She didn't feel like talking to anyone this morning, and
particularly not to Eve, who turned out to be a very talkative type,
always anxious to engage herself or anyone else in conversation.  Sandra
had seen her several times talking to Sam in the yard, and she had caught
several glimpses of Mike and Eve laughing intimately together.
     Mike 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 Eve, 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 Mike 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, afraid
she might have gone too far.  She hated to admit it to herself, but there
was no denying that Eve was really attractive, and she had a slow, sensual
way about her that Sandra 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 Mike had become involved
with the new dairy maid.  No matter what happened, she didn't want to lose
Mike. 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 Mike 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 vagina 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. Peters," a voice sang out suddenly behind her. 
It was Sam Maguire, and Sandra, turning around, saw that he was leading
Jacob, the donkey stallion.
     "Good morning, Sam," 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," Sam smirked, and Sandra
turned to look at him.
     "I thought he's kept inside for the season ..." Sandra puzzled.  The
donkeys were the only animals she was really interested in on the farm,
and it was she who had encouraged Mike 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," Sam 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 -"
     "How-how dare you!" Sandra 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, Sam.  Mr. Peters 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 Mike, and perhaps even have Sam fired for his insolence.
     Sam 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 Sandra 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, Sandra stalked away, leaving Sam 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!
     Sandra felt irked by the sound of the back doorbell.  She had just
settled down to watch T.V., 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, Sam," she said tonelessly, not bothering to hide her
irritation.
     Sorry to bother you, ma'am," Sam 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," Sandra 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," Sam 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 Sam 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, 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 ass cheeks, 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 lay 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," Sam
leered, an arrogant sneer on his weather-beaten face, "'cause I know what
you're really like!"
     Sandra 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 stocky, over-alled
figure, and she imagined she saw him cringe under her proud stare.
     "H'mm, guess not even your husband knows what you get up to when he's
not around ..." he said contemplatively, and Sandra'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.  Sam 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'!" Sam
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' Sam knows more about you
than you think!" There was a new ominous sound in his voice, an ugly,
threatening note.
     Sandra'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?"
     Sandra 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!" Sam 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."
     Sandra 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
Mike'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 Sam
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
hotted up when you looked at them, didn't ya?"
     Sandra 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 sixty-nining is a real winner, ain't it?"
Sam taunted.  "That's your husband in the photograph, and did ya see the
size of his cock jammed into the broad's mouth?" Sandra 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. Peters really liked getting his tongue in that little hole!"
     "Oh stop it!  Stop it!" Sandra screamed suddenly, beginning to
struggle wildly, unable to take any more of her captor's leering
obscenities.
     "What'samatter, 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. Peters was giving it to the blonde
in the ass?" Sam taunted again, and Sandra 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 dark ring of her anus nestled between the
creamy spheres; Mike'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 Sam Maguire and her own husband, Mike.  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.  Sandra 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
Mike 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 Sam been aware of Mike's infidelities?  Had Sam felt pity for her,
Mike's wife, every time he saw her, knowing of Mike's secret life?
     Sandra was barely aware of Sam'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 Sam'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 vagina!
     "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," Sam rasped hoarsely, "and let ol' Sam give ya
li'l pussy what your two-timin' husband has been neglectin'."
     Sandra stood stock still.  Did he know that Mike hadn't made love to
her in weeks?  Had Mike told him?  Oh God, it was too much to bear!  Sam
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 vagina.  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 Sandra 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 Mike's fault!
     Sam's fingers probed and searched in the softly yielding cuntal
folds, exploring the smooth, slightly pulsating lips, teasing about with
confident insistence.  Sandra 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?" Sam hissed lewdly, "better than
fingerfucking yourself, isn't it?" Unwillingly, Sandra admitted the memory
of her own frantic fingering of her excited vagina, 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 Sam'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.
     Sam 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 vagina, 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 Sandra's lips and she
leaned back against Sam 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 vagina was taking its place.
     "How does that feel now, Mrs. Peters?" Sam 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 ..." Sandra moaned, jolted by the searing entry,
tormented by the grating of his nails against her sensitive inner
membrane.  His fingers continued their wild rotatory plundering inside
her, and Sandra 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 Sam'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 ... ! ! !"
     Sandra'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 feathersoft resting place.
     "Oooohhhhhhhhh ..." she chanted, "I'm there ... oh it's so good ..." 
Her hips were jerking in a heathen rhythm, and she was mashing her vagina
down onto Sam Maguire's 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.

*     *     *

     Sandra 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 vagina.
     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
...

Chapter 2

     Mike hurried over to the dairy and went straight to the milking
parlour.  He spotted Eve 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 Mike thought to himself how attractive she looked in the
white dairy coat.  Her ample curves were cleverly accentuated by the
tightly belted garment and Mike could not resist running his eyes over her
proud, full breasts jutting out like snow-capped peaks, the slight sway of
her molded hips, the long arch of her shapely legs.  She was talking to
Sam Maguire, and turned when she heard Mike come in.
     "Good Evening, Miss Slater.  I hope I haven't kept you waiting too
long."
     "Oh no, Mr. Peters.  Sam here has been showing me the ropes and
making me feel at home. And do call me Eve, please."
     "All right, Eve," Mike laughed.  "We don't stand on formality here,
so you might as well call me Mike."
     Mike felt more at ease when Sam had ambled off to attend to the
animals already milked.  He felt a warm friendliness exuding silently from
Eve, and it comforted him somehow, as he was still stinging from Sandra'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 Eve.  He'd be mad to try anything with
her, right under Sandra's nose.  Not that he'd mind -
     "A penny for them!" Eve'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 ... Eve, 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.  Sam 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?" Eve asked interestedly.  Mike
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!"
     Mike found himself coloring again.  What was the matter with the
girl, asking questions like that?
     "He's able to manage," Mike faltered, and immediately turned his
attention to placing the clusters on the first cow's teats.  Normally, the
dairy girl and Sam did the actual milking, but as Eve was new, and the
machine might be unfamiliar to her, Mike 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," Eve 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 ..." Mike 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
Mike 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.
     "Mike, 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 Mike'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 Mike
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," Eve 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 Mike'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, Mike switched on the milking machine, and the barn was
filled with the vibratory sounds of the pulsator.
     "Mmm, it's hot in here!" Eve said suddenly, and began to unbutton her
dairy coat.
     "D'you mind if I take this off?" she queried Mike, and when he
replied, "of course not," she removed it, and Mike 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?" Eve'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, Mike?" she asked again with
exaggerated slowness, walking a step closer to him.
     "Are you out of your mind?" Mike snapped, afraid that his mind was
playing tricks on him. "This is no time for games!"
     "I'm not playing any games!" Eve said silkily, and Mike 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 Eve'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, Eve, 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 workshirt, 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 boobies of hers, and then fuck her, yes, fuck her to
within an inch of her life.  Instead, he managed to inch backward a
little.
     "Eve ... 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, Eve, anyone could come in ..." Mike gasped, his eyes
riveted on the golden triangle of pubic curls squashed beneath the sheer
fabric of her panties.
     "So what?" Eve laughed.  "You're a man, and I'm a woman.  What we do
is our business ... isn't it?"
     "You're crazy!" Mike 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!" Mike 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 Mike!" 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 Mike's face.  What the hell did she think
she was doing?  Poor Mike 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, Eve," 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 Mike 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, Mike!" Eve hummed, continuing
her rhythmic pummelling 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 Mike felt rising shivers of ecstasy course through him,
emanating from the sensitive balls.  Mike leaned back against the edge of
the stall, lost in the sensual reverie that Eve 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 ... Sandra never touched him there ... SANDRA!  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 Eve 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, Mike
hurried over to the cows, and began to undo the clusters frenziedly, his
fingers shaking.
     "Mike!" Eve's soft voice was directly behind him.  Squatting to
remove the clusters from the cow's teats, he half-turned and saw Eve
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.
     "Eve ..." 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 playing titillatingly
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 Mike 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
Mike 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
Mike 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 ..." Eve sighed, "your cock feels so good against my pussy
..."
     The lewd words coming from the young, innocent faced girl's lips
excited Mike 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 herself down slowly, until she had managed to insert
the huge distended head up inside the tender inner folds of her cunt
mouth.
     "Aaaaahhhhhhh ..." she sighed, accustoming herself to the hard
feeling of a heavy, pounding prick inside her.  But the initial contact
unleashed the fury of Mike'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 ..." Eve 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 vagina were resting on the tickling nest of Mike's blond pubic
forest.  Beside them, the cow snorted, frightened by the ear-piercing
scream, and began to paw the ground ominously.
     Mike's fingers clawed at the soft resilient flesh of Eve'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 tunnelling 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.
     Eve's eager vagina had accustomed itself to the ponderous girth of
Mike's trammelling penis, and she began to move up and down freely,
establishing a yo-yo like rhythm.  Mike's palpitating cock seemed to
expand even more inside her and she responded with a gentle tentative
flexing of her practised 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, Mike ..." she gasped, her hands clutching at his tensely
corded thighs, "your hands feel good on my titties ... as good as your
cock feels inside me ..."
     Tremors of passion were spasming through Mike.  Eve'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 Eve was, there was no doubt about
that. Beside him, the cow lowed deeply, finally accepting the strange,
nakedly writhing couple beside her, and Mike felt her breath, warm and
sweet scented, wafting gently over his perspiring face.
     Mike glanced up and saw that Eve'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 aureolas were crinkled in their contracted excitement.  His lust-
glazed eyes travelled down the length of her magnificent body, coated with
moisture, revelling 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 Mike 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 rotatory 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, Eve," he panted through the breathlessness of his mounting
passion, "you're ... you're incredible! ... oh God, keep tickling my balls
like that ..."
     Mike 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 Eve's own hoarse screams.
     "Oh God Mike, 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
Mike'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 Mike's face as the last heave convulsed his dying prick and
he emptied the final drop of his boiling semen into Eve'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!" Mike 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, Eve," he added admiringly.
     "You're a real man yourself, Boss," Eve 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!