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Subject: BehdBarn (5/7)  "Behind The Barn"
Date: Wed, 03 Apr 1996 08:59:12 -0700
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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 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