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Cassandra Gets Ploughed

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It was a little past noon when Kyle finally returned to the farmhouse, pulling himself up the porch steps with the aid of the banister. He felt deeply relieved when he found the door unlocked, meaning both that his wife was still at home, and that he was able to avoid the hassle of retrieving his keys and unlocking the door with filthy hands. He made a beeline for the kitchen, washing soil, grass and other assorted bits of stray grime from his hands and forearms, before turning around and leaning back against the kitchen counter to catch his breath.

"Cass?" he called out, wondering - after a glass of cold water - where his wife had disappeared to. It didn't take a master detective to figure out that something was up, at any rate; there was a pitcher of Cassandra's homemade lemonade on the dinner table by the window, flanked by two half-full (or half-empty, depending on your disposition) glasses. Feeling a faint tingle of apprehension in his stomach, he pushed himself off the counter and played sleuth some more; Cassandra's shoes stood on the doormat. Kyle's stomach practically turned over when he saw the large pair of unfamiliar boots next to it.

He swore under his breath. For all the sickening fear in his stomach, however, he could not deny the fact that his prick was swiftly making his jeans a little less loose fitting. Turning around, he headed upstairs slowly, careful not to make too much noise. He stepped onto the landing and approached the master bedroom, his heart pounding against his ribcage as though trying to escape - its pace matched closely by the soft thudding of headboard against wall, and the creak of box springs under duress.

The door was slightly ajar, as if someone had started to close it, then thought better of it. It did mean, however, that Kyle was relatively certain that whoever was in the bedroom would not be able to see him if he peered inside. Stomach knotted with mixed excitement and apprehension, he stepped forwards to do just that.

At first, all he could see was a toned back and a pair of broad shoulders, topped by shaggy dark hair, but then the man shifted slightly and he could see Cass: On her back, her large, round tits exposed so that the faint freckles on her pale skin were visible in the sunlight coming from the window. Her green eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open in a groan of pleasure, indicating - together with the way the roots of her red hair were dark with sweat - that the couple had been going for a while.

"Fuck, Alex, your cock feels so good." Cass looked up, an eager smile on her lips, and everything clicked into place. Alex, the neighbours' moody nineteen-year-old son, was apparently less moody when alone with Cassandra. Well, Kyle considered, his eyes sliding down Alex's back to his bare buttocks, rising and falling as he thrust rhythmically into Kyle's wife. Damn it, she had actually gone through with their dirty, only half serious pillow talk?

"Soon, it's going to feel even better," Alex groan. "Sure it's ok for me to cum inside you?"

"Oh, yes," Cassandra smiled, her gaze moving towards the door, pausing as she noticed Kyle standing there. Her smile widened slightly, her green eyes sparkling with eager arousal. "I can't wait to feel you cum inside my cunt."

She wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him down for an eager kiss, moaning as her lips devoured his, her tongue pushing its way into his mouth. Her legs were mirroring her arms, wrapping tightly around Alex's ass and pulling him down, or maybe it was her hips thrusting up, grinding against him and pushing him deeper inside her.

"Fuck Alex, I can't take it anymore, just cum."

Alex groaned, his prick slamming into Cass like a piston, picking up speed with every thrust, conquering her, until he let out a loud groan and Kyle knew from his wife's satisfied smile that he was cumming.

"Damn, your cunt feels so good," Alex groaned, reaching up to squeeze a full, pale tit.

Cass met his smile with one of her own, one hand rising to push a red curl out of her sweaty face.

"You're not too bad yourself. That was amazing!"

With a groan, Alex pulled out, and Kyle's prick twitched eagerly as he saw Alex's massive prick, a thread of cum connecting it to Cassandra's recently pounded entrance. Well, that killed the last possibility that they might have used protection. As if she could read his mind, Cass' gaze darted over to him again, once again with the slight, teasing smile, as if silently asking him what he was planning to do about it.

The answer, to Kyle's eternal chagrin and arousal, was nothing. How much of a decision he made was debatable, however. It all happened so fast; first Alex and Cass were kissing, then the muscular teenager rolled over to lay on the bed beside her. The risk of being caught watching - not barging in and demanding answers, just watching - was too much for Kyle, as was the persistent, throbbing ache that now owned his prick. He backed away just in time, listening to the soft, wet sounds of the couple's kisses, gentle moans, their light giggles. He listened to their idle conversation - Alex checking the time to see if he ought to head back for dinner, complaining for a moment about his parents, until his words trailed off and were replaced by soft groans, curses of encouragement. The familiar, muffled moans he heard from Cassandra were all he needed to know that his wife was currently sucking off another man. Fuck.

Equidistant between a hands-free orgasm and a panic attack, Kyle stepped as quietly as he could into the guest room nearby, landing in the armchair with a quiet grunt. His prick was pressing firmly against the dark blue of his jeans, now, and while he was quite certain that this was the most turned on he could ever remember being, he also was not sure whether or not he was ready to face the indignity of pulling out his cock and jerking off to the thought of his current situation. He was forced to compromise, however, when the soft thudding of bed against wall in the next wall resumed - accompanied by his wife's all-too-eager moans.

One hand stroked against his hard prick through the fabric of his jeans, somehow managing to both placate and frustrate his eager hardness. He leaned back into the armchair, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of his wife's distant lovemaking, and remembering vividly the sight of her smirking, challenging features. Eventually, the symphony next door drew to a close, replaced by indistinct conversation, the occasional laugh. Kyle's heart just about leapt into his throat as he heard footsteps outside the guest room - more conversation, then the sound of someone's heavy form descending the stairs.

A moment of silence followed the slam of the door, then footsteps followed by Cass' form appearing in the doorway. She was naked, apart from a too big t-shirt that almost, but not quite, managed to hide the round shape of her breasts pressing against the worn black fabric, littered with dog hair. Kyle's gaze, however, was drawn almost magnetically down to her naked crotch covered by short red curls that were now matted with white goo. More of the alluring liquid was running down the inside of one of her legs, making Kyle's breath catch in his throat. Moments must have passed before Kyle regained enough control to tear his gaze away and find Cass watching him with a slight smile.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked wryly, removing a rubber hair band from her wrist to gather her red curls in a semblance of a ponytail. "It certainly looks like you did." She looked meaningfully down at the jeans bulge hiding his still painfully hard prick. For a moment, it seemed as if she would close the distance between them, but then she seemed to change her mind, leaning against the white door frame with the same maddening, half mocking smirk as before.

"Just... Fuck, Cass," Kyle groaned, running a hand through his dark brown hair as he tried to orient himself. He pulled himself out of the armchair, stomach tense with an excitement that doubled as the scent of his wife's sex - sex that had little to do with her husband - reached him. "You just cheated on me! With the neighbour's kid! I should be furious with you. I am, a bit, but damn if that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen." He leaned against the mantle of the fireplace, half-smiling at his gorgeous wife.

"What about you? Was he any good?" Kyle asked, unsure of which answer he wanted to hear.

Cass' smirk spread into a genuine smile. "Oh, he was great! A bit awkward at first, but then it was every bit as good as I'd imagined it. I've been watching him for a while, you know," she added, a hint of smugness in her voice. "Mowing the lawn with his shirt off, the way his jeans hug that huge prick of his... Fuck, that was the best part. Did you see how huge he was?" She did not make a comparison with Kyle, not outright, but it was very much implicit. "And those muscles! It was no choice, really, when he asked if he could come over some time when you weren't around."

She offered him a teasing grin. "Of course, I picked a day when I was reasonably sure you'd be home in time to see the whole thing. You should thank me." Once again, there was a hint of challenge in her eyes, and Kyle was suddenly reminded that she had not put her panties back on.

Kyle took a long, deep breath, the scent of his wife's sex filling his senses completely for a moment. He loved every facet of this - the discovery, the subterfuge, the initiative, the humiliation... He relished the humiliation, which somehow made him want to reject the whole performance to save his dignity. Looking at his smirking wife's recently-fucked, glowing form made it impossible for him to pretend that he wanted anything else but to jump in at the deep end, just as she had.

He stepped closer, heart beating a tattoo against his chest, and cupped her pretty, round features. He leaned in for a kiss that she reciprocated eagerly, in a single moment filling his mouth with the unmistakable, distinctive taste of Alex's salty, second load.

"Thank you," he groaned, when they finally broke apart. "For... this."

Cass grinned impishly and her hand - finally, blissfully - moved down to cup the bulge in his jeans, giving it a teasing squeeze before she moved up to unbuckle his belt.

"So... How did it feel to watch your wife get pounded by a young stud from next door?" she asked, letting the jeans fall down around his feet. It was a relief to feel cool air around his prick after the cramped conditions in his trousers, though the soft touch of cotton briefs and his wife's teasing fingers closing around his shaft reminded him acutely of his erection.

"Does it turn you on to know how much I enjoyed it?" For someone with such a pretty, innocent-looking face, Cass could look truly evil. "Maybe I should invite him over again tomorrow, so that you can spend the entire time in the bedroom, listening to us fuck?"

Kyle was barely aware that her fingers were stroking up and down his stiff prick, feeding the fire that had been burning in his crotch ever since he returned home and saw the extra pair of shoes by the door. Was she giving him some relief or did she just enjoy playing with him, torturing his cock?

"I... fuck," Kyle groaned, swallowing hard. Stepping out of his jeans, he took Cass' hand in his - sadly depriving his prick of its stimulation, but hopefully only for a short while - and led her to the master bedroom. His cock throbbed as he entered, catching the distinctive scent that filled the room; the boy's sweat, his wife's arousal. Quickly stripping off his own dirty t-shirt, he landed on the bed, shuddering slightly as he felt the still-slightly-damp fabric against his back. He leaned up for a kiss as Cass joined him on the bed, revelling in the salty taste, before they broke apart once more, and Kyle rested his head back against pillows in the very bed where his wife just got fucked.

"It'd be... I want to be in the house while he fucks you," Kyle forced out, staring up at the ceiling and groaning as he felt Cass' hand return to his needy cock. "I mean, I want him to know I'm there. I'll be watching TV or something, and you two sneak upstairs, so he knows your husband is downstairs while he's banging you. Fuck..."

Cass raised an eyebrow. "Maybe we should just tell him and get it over with? Tell him that it gets you off to know that he's screwing your wife." Pulling down his foreskin, she twirled her fingers around the sensitive head of his prick and held up two precum-sticky fingers as proof of Kyle's predilection.

"That's not to say that I don't like the thought of secrecy. Maybe I could ask you to cook us dinner while he helps me with something upstairs? We wouldn't have much time, but a quick tryst can be just as enjoyable as a long, languid fucks. Maybe more." She moved her second hand down, and Kyle realised with a twitch of his prick that she was masturbating as well. "I really liked sucking him off before - maybe I could give him a quick blowjob? Though that would mean that I didn't get to enjoy his prick, at least not in the same way..."

All the while, she kept stroking Kyle's prick, her fingers slipping against the copious amounts of precum that was running down the side of his shaft. Relaxing, he could feel the alluring wetness of cum against the small of his back, teasing him with the knowledge of what had happened in this bed only minutes ago.

"No, I think I'd like him to fuck me," Cass continued in a dreamy way, her fingers circling her clit. "I want to feel that big, hard cock filling my pussy, stuffing it tighter than I've ever experienced before. I'm sure it wouldn't take Alex too long to cum, especially not if I helped him along by reminding him of how my husband's currently in the kitchen, cooking him dinner while he's banging your wife."

At that, Kyle could not help but groan, both enjoying and regretting his wife's soft giggle at his oversized reaction. Clearly, she'd struck a nerve. He only wished he could have played his cards a little closer to his chest.

"You think he'd enjoy that?" he asked, taking a calming breath before he turned to face his wife. He leaned in for another hot, brief kiss, slipping his hand under the fabric of her baggy t-shirt to slide up and squeeze one of her large, soft tits.

"He certainly seemed to enjoy the fact that I'm married." Cass smirked. "He even asked how he compared, size-wise, to you. I told him the truth, of course. That he's much bigger." She grinned as Kyle let out a new groan. "That, and the fact that he was fucking me in our marital bed, really got him going. Just as it seems to turn you on. Do you like the idea of him getting off from the fact that he is fucking your wife, that I'm cheating on you with him?"

She ran her hand down to the base of his prick, tickling his balls in a way that sent shivers down his spine.

"I think you love it. I think the idea of having dinner and making small talk with him while you know, and he knows, that my pussy is stuffed with his sperm really turns you on."

"I... Yes, I want that badly, Cass, goddamn! Invite him over whenever you like and I'll... I'll sort something out for us," Kyle affirmed with a moan, his breathing heavy with excitement as he pulled himself into a half-sitting position. He looked down to the creamy mess between Cassandra's legs, the damp red curls between her legs decorated liberally with Alex's hot jizz. With a brief look into his wife's vibrant jade eyes, he slid down between her legs, lowering his face to her slit, shuddering with what was almost entirely pleasure as he drank in the heady mix of Cass' and Alex's juices. The scent grew a hundred times stronger as he dragged his tongue up along her slit, and a moment later he had swallowed a small mouthful of the teenager's cum.

Cass groaned, leaning back against the pillows at the head of the bed and spreading her legs wider, clearly settling in for an extended session of him eating her clean. The presumption that he would just go along with it was as infuriating as it was sexy - though, as Kyle realised as he pushed the tip of his tongue into her warm, cum-sticky opening, he wasn't exactly doing anything to dispel it. If anything, he enjoyed her moans as he dug his tongue deep into her pussy, lapping up Alex's cum from his wife's newly fucked snatch.

"I think I'll invite him over for a Sunday roast next week, then," Cass mused. "That should give him plenty of time to fuck my brains out while you're busy in the kitchen. And then we can all enjoy dinner together - maybe you should ask him for advice on the garden? After all, he's lived here all his life and knows farming, while we only moved out here a few years ago." She smirked down at him. "Yeah, I think he'd enjoy that. And then, once he has headed home, you can eat me out, just like you're doing now."

She pulled her t-shirt off, revealing her pale, full tits, the nipples stiff with arousal.

"Fuck, you look good with cum all around your mouth, Kyle."

Kyle could feel his face heat, realising that in his eagerness to reach deeper into her pussy, he had been grinding his mouth and chin against his wife's cum-smeared crotch. In a probably failed attempt to hide his embarrassment, he lowered his face again, drinking in the thick musk of cum and arousal from Cass' pussy. The short hair of her pussy mound was tickling his face as he moved up to lick directly at her clit, making her gasp.

"Fuck, yes! That's the way! Make me cum, and I'll let you fuck my sloppy cunt if you like. And I'm pretty sure you do, you'd like that a lot, wouldn't you? Thrust into my gloopy pussy while you fantasise about watching Alex fuck me earlier, remembering how loudly he made me moan, how much I loved sucking my juices off his cock afterwards and swallow his load. Yeah, I loved sucking his dick, much more than I've ever enjoyed blowing your cock. It's just so much more fun, you know, when it belongs to a hot young teenager than when it belongs to my husband, whom I see every day, fuck every day."

She placed a hand on the back of his head and pressed him down onto her clit, filling his nose with the sharp scent of cum and pussy juices. She was telling the truth; Kyle's prick was about ready to burst at the thought of fucking her, of feeling Alex's cum against the skin of his prick as he thrust into his wife, knowing that not long ago she had been spreading her legs just as eagerly - if not more so - for another man. He licked fervently, every moan from Cass sending an eager thrill through his body, until he felt her tense against him, caught in the throes of orgasm.

"Fuck yes, Alex." Cass squeezed a large, firm tit, eyes closed as she enjoyed the final aftershocks.

Kyle straightened slowly, his neck sore from eating Cass out, but his reward made it all worth it. He had barely started moving towards her pussy, however, when she held up a hand.

"Actually," she said with a devilish grin, "I've changed my mind. I don't think you've earned the right to fuck me yet, not this time. Maybe next time, if I've feeling generous." Her smile widened at Kyle's frustrated whine. "Don't worry, you'll still get to cum. Just not in my pussy. I'll reserve that privilege for special occasions." She motioned him closer and he crawled up on his hands and knees, gasping with gratitude as he felt her warm hand around his prick.

"I know I said I'd invite Alex over next Sunday, but I'm not sure I can wait that long to fuck him again," she said conversationally. "I've been thinking. The reason I originally invited him over was to take a look at one of the cows that's been acting under the weather lately. I think I might ask him over for another look, but just bring him up to the hay loft instead so that he can fuck me senseless." She grinned, her hand slipping easily up and down Kyle's sticky cock. "I've been wanting to have sex in the hay loft since we moved here, but there's never been a good opportunity. Getting pounded by Alex would be the perfect inauguration, though, don't you think?"

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