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.
