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.
"Uhhhhhhhh…" 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…"