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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 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]