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   Sandy Bennett: Feeding the Bitch (Gang, Anal) By Boondocker
(Boondocker42@gmail.com)

   Synopsis: Sandy Bennett is a well-built rich woman approaching forty
with a well-hung, gold-digging husband a little younger than her.  Earlier
in her life she had been a wild, out-of-control slut known for
participating in orgies and gang-bangs and humiliating the men whom
attempted to satisfy her insatiable hunger for dick.  Denis, her husband,
knew nothing of that previous life.  She had forced herself to reform some
time before meeting and marrying him.
Sandy has discovered her husband cheating on her.  After her initial

rage she sets out to feed her long-dormant sexual hunger.



   Part 1: Sandra orders up a gang-bang.

   Sandra climaxed twice more on her husband's enormous tool before he
finally shot a diminished load of seed into her womb.  The man was a
fabulous lover and Sandra cursed herself for holding back from full access
to his talents for so long.  When she had reformed her ways and abandoned
the endless pursuit of all the pleasure her insatiable body was capable of
experiencing, it had not been as difficult as she had imagined.  Her
day-to-day life became ordinary.  She discovered that she need not descend
into a spiral of lust.  All she had to do was not think about sex.

   But she needed a husband to be a proper member of the rich socialite
lifestyle she was accustomed to...  and without the outlet of debauchery,
that part of her life became even more important to her.  So, she
eventually married Denis.  They really weren't deeply in love with one
another but they were compatible.  He was tractable to her needs in social
circles and in exchange she provided well for him.  He was a kept man and
they were both satisfied with the arrangement.

   Sandra's solution had backfired on her in two ways.

   First, she had selected a husband that was fantastic in bed.  She
originally thought that a skilled cocksman would be best equipped to keep
her urges in check but that had not been the case.  It was extremely
difficult for her to take any pleasure in their love-making while
maintaining her composure.  The more aroused she became, the greater her
urge to ravish the man repeatedly until he was exhausted and unable to
perform.  History had shown that by that time, Sandra would be so horny she
would do anything for more stimulation and would become abusive and
demanding.

   She did not want to go down that road.  So, she had been a perfunctory
fuck to her husband.  She would claim satisfaction and fatigue after just
one session, sometimes biting her lips as she did so to restrain herself.
On rare occasions she would let him orgasm a second time after which point
she would have to retreat to the bathroom and try to calm her waking urges.

   The second problem that had cropped up and which Sandra had now finally
discovered was that Denis simply wasn't sexually satisfied.  This was
predictable in hindsight.  He had sought satisfaction elsewhere.

   Sandra almost couldn't blame him.  But she was still furious.

   Her husband sat on the floor next to the bed, puffing.  He had pulled
his shrinking member from her hot box and fallen there.  She felt their
mingled essence running down her leg...  god, that was such a fucking turn
on.  She had forgotten how every little aspect of sex had been such a rush
for her.  The smells, the sounds, the incidental physical sensations such
as the feel of cooling semen drying on her skin.

   She was still so fucking horny.

   "God damn men, you're all worthless." She spat.  She had promised him a
rest after this orgasm but she was miles from done herself.

   "What?" Denis cried, almost whimpering.

   She nearly kicked him in the teeth.  She needed to cool down before she
did something she'd regret.  As if forcing her husband to rape a girl in
the ass and the disgusting things she had done to her maid hadn't already
crossed several lines.

   Without saying another word, she retreated to the bathroom.

   The big beach house had a large stall-style shower that could
accommodate four people if they were friendly.  Sandra stood under the cold
spray for ten minutes.  She knew there was no chance of actually making her
body settle down and forget about sex but experience told her that she
could at least clear her head and gain some semblance of control over her
appetite.

   Sandra made a disgusted noise when she emerged from the bathroom with
one towel around her waist and another wrapped on her head.  Her husband
was still where she had left him

   Denis was sitting with his back against the bed, his hands limply draped
across his knees and his head down.  He looked like a defeated man.  When
he heard his wife, his eyes came up wearily.

   The most amazing thing about Sandra's appearance at the moment was not
the way her complexion blended smoothly from bronzed shoulders to creamy
white tit flesh or the heavy, majestic slope of those beauties.  It was not
her sharp chin or wide, luxurious mouth.  It was not the swell of her hips
or her smooth, powerful thighs.

   What amazed Denis about his wife just then was how fresh and energetic
she looked.  She looked exactly as she did coming out of the shower each
morning after a good night's rest.  At her insistence, he had brutally
fucked her body over and over again in the last few hours.  No woman he had
ever been with had taken half of the vigorous fucking he had just subjected
her to and it appeared to have had very little effect on her.  She had cum
a couple dozen times at least and now she stood there in front of him with
hunger in her eyes.

   It should have been arousing but Denis was too concerned with how his
wife was going to react to his infidelity.  His life of luxury was at
stake.

   "How long has it been since Juanita left to go shopping?" she asked in
an impatient voice.

   Denis shrugged but answered, "Less than an hour ago, I guess."

   "I can't wait that long." She said, mostly to herself.  She stood there
thinking and then went to the closet.  She dug out a suitcase that Denis
had noticed before but had never seen used.  It was a very old style and
quite large.  His wife lifted it with ease and opened out it out on the
bed.

   Unable to contain his curiosity, Denis stood to look down inside.  What
he saw was a riot of color and lace.  "I had to get rid of all my sex toys.
It would have been too much temptation." She explained.  "But I figured I
might need lingerie some time so I kept most of it."

   She pulled a mass of red satin and black lace from the pile and held it
before her.  "I'll need your help lacing this up." She said.  What she held
was an expensive looking corset with a quarter-cup bra built into it.

   She saw Denis's wistful look.  He said nothing but apparently she was
reading his mind.  "Don't give me that look.  I've never worn this stuff
for you because I didn't want us getting carried away.  I bought all this
in the desperate quest to eke out another erection or two out of the men I
used to fuck."

   Her eyes went unfocused as she reminisced.  "Oh Denis, you would not
believe the things I have done for hard cock.  The first time I was
butt-fucked was because I was trying to get a college kid hard for round
number five.  He stayed limp for half an hour until I promised him he could
have my ass cherry and let him force three fingers up my chute while I
sucked him.  That got him hard."

   "I'm as straight as a carpenter's level but I've sucked on dozens of
pussies and tits because guys get excited watching.  I've placed more
strange objects in my holes than I care to remember.  I've been tied up and
spanked and whipped.  I didn't like it but if it gets a guy hard I'll beg
for it.  I'll also tie a guy up and whip him if it helps."

   She shivered.  "Fuck!  God damn it, I need a cock!" she shouted.  She
grabbed Denis's crotch and bowled him over onto the bed.  "God damn
worthless piece of meat." She snarled.  He was so limp and soft that his
dick was almost smaller than his balls.  With a parting squeeze that made
his eyes cross, she released his groin and slapped his leg before turning
away.  She balled up her hands and shook in place.  "Fuck!" she screamed.

   She went to his dressing table and began rooting through his drawers. 
"Where are those binoculars of yours?" she asked.

   "Top shelf of the closet." He said weakly.  It was far too late but he
had his hands clutched over his family jewels defensively.

   Sandra retrieved the binoculars.  She strode toward the balcony,
stooping to pick up Denis's discarded shorts and tossing them to him.  "Put
those on and follow me." She said.

   Still topless, Sandy was scanning the beach with the binocs when Denis
joined her at the railing.  They remained silent for some time.  Denis
noticed that his wife was constantly shifting her feet and bouncing around
slightly.  She was so hot to trot that she couldn't keep still.

   "There" she said finally as she pointed off towards the distance.  "Out
there playing volleyball." She handed the binoculars to him.

   "Yeah, I see them.  What about 'em?"

   "I'm going to fuck 'em." She said, sounding like a school-girl getting a
pony.

   Resigned to being cuckolded, Denis swallowed and asked, "Which one?"

   She hit him in the shoulder.  "You still don't get it, do you buster? 
I'm going to fuck all of them."

   He put the binoculars back to his eyes.  "What do you mean, 'all of
them'?  There's like eight guys out there.  Are you going to get their
phone numbers or something?"

   Sandra almost giggled.  The prospect of all that fresh cock had taken
some of the anger out of her lust.  "Well, I might get their phone numbers
for future reference.  But you're being dense." She took the binoculars
from him and studied her prey.  "Here's what you're going to do.  You're
going to go down there and invite those fine, fit young men over for beers.
They'll probably come just for that but if they take any convincing, tell
them...  oh, hell, just tell them that your wife is a horny slut that you
can't satisfy and that I sent you for reinforcements."

   Before he could object, Sandra spun and trotted joyfully back into the
bedroom.  "No arguments!  As soon as you lace up by corset, you get your
ass down there and bag me some fresh meat!"

   "But we don't have any beer!" he said.

   "Don't worry, by the time they've all fucked me two or three times,
Juanita will be back with supplies."

   "Oh.  Is that what all those groceries were for?"

   "Yes, silly.  Hard-working men need to be kept fueled with food and
drink."



   About twenty minutes later, Denis had the eight guys trailing after him
as he entered the beach house's big living room.  The experience had been
rather humiliating.  He just hadn't known what to say.  Invite them in for
beers?  Who did that?

   So, after some lame small talk and a couple of stammering false starts,
he told the group of guys that he knew a beautiful woman looking for a gang
bang.

   Naturally, they didn't believe him.  But he convinced them that they had
nothing to lose in coming to the house so they followed him.

   They were all about the same age...  Denis guessed twenty-two or three.
They were probably recent college grads.  They all had typical
southern-California tans except two of the guys were black.  None of them
seemed to be body-builders or anything but they were at least moderately
athletic.  Some of them looked a little on the soft side but certainly none
of them were fat.

   They all seemed kind of average really.  One guy was about Denis's
height and two others were only 5'6" or so.  The rest were just average.

   They were all kind of hooting and hollering as they stood around,
checking out the house.  They were still saying things like "So, where's
the slut." Or "Is now when you tell us that you're the one that wants to
get gang banged?" when Sandy made her appearance at the top of the stairs.

   "Hi boys" she said.  There was no extra heat in her voice; she just
seemed confident and welcoming.

   All eyes swiveled up.  The room went silent.  The silence was followed
by a few soft sounds of amazement.

   Sandra beamed down at them.  Their gazes were like hot caresses.

   The scarlet satin of the corset was cinched tightly around her middle,
pinching her waist and abdomen down into a stunning hourglass figure. 
Sandra had always thought garters looked kind of goofy but knew stockings
were a good turn on for guys so she was wearing self-supporting black
thigh-highs.  Aside from the stockings, her feet were bare.

   Her pussy was bare as well.  She had panties that matched the corset but
had decided that going without would send a clear message to her audience.

   The black lace bra cups did nothing to hide her big tits.  It just
cupped them a bit from below, serving them up for all to see.  Her dark
nipples were about the size of grapes, swollen with lust.

   She started gracefully down the stairs.  "I hope you boys are ready to
give me lots of hard dick." She said.  They were all still silent.  Denis
had moved off some distance.  He couldn't not watch but he was feeling very
uncomfortable.  Sandy ignored him.

   At the bottom of the stairs she stopped to survey them.  "Hmmm, oh, you
all look so yummy." She said.  This time there was a dusky tone to her
voice.  "We are going to have so much fun."

   She stepped up to the nearest man.  He was just about her height and a
bit on the wiry side.  With a big smile on her face, she traced one hand
down his arm.  Then she grabbed his hand and directed it to one of her
creamy, lace-cupped tits.  "Lots and lots of fun."

   Turning with the man's hand still pressed to her body, she pulled him
with her until she backed into the next guy.  He was a little taller.  She
pressed her back to him and slowly slid her rump up and down against the
front of his shorts.  Sighing, she took one of his arms, wrapped it low
across her body and pressed his hand to her bush.  "Oh, hmmm.  See, my hot
little kitty is just drooling for you."

   The man with his hand on her tit had taken hold, hefting her flesh in
his palm and running his thumb back and forth across her rubbery nipple. 
She smiled encouraging at him and licked her lips.  But then she sidled out
from between the two men and stepped up to a third.

   She paused in front of him, her smile now softer but more alluring. 
Sandy's eyes burned, their lids heavy with lust.  The guy was black and was
one of the shorter men there.  She let him wait for a few seconds more
until a look of question crossed his face.  Then she smoothly knelt in
front of him.  She placed her hands on the waistband at his hips.  Smiling
at him again, she pulled down his trunks.

   He was not hard yet but his dick jutted out with low-hanging weight. 
She stroked it a few times and kissed the crown.  Turning her head, she
caught the eye of another guy.  "Come on, let's see what you got." She
said. Quickly, he shucked his shorts and stepped forward.

   Humming with satisfaction, she put her free hand around the second cock.
She continued to stroke the first while briefly swallowing the second.  She
noticed that the two organs were almost identical except for skin tone.

   She had no intention of sucking anyone off.  With an apologetic smile,
she released both members and stood.  Looking around, she spread out her
arms and said, "Well, what are you waiting for?  Everyone strip!"

   As the other six guys dropped their shorts, Sandra danced to the middle
of the room.  She'd done a little preparation while Denis was fetching her
fresh meat and had placed a well-padded ottoman in the middle of the room
with a fat pillow on the floor next to it.  She sat on it and crossed her
legs daintily.  Sitting up strait, she playfully scanned the forest of men
before her.  "So, how will we decide who fucks me first?" she asked.

   Sandra really hadn't decided how to select the first lucky contestant
but one of the guys stepped forward confidently.  Obviously he was used to
being the leader of this pack.  He was not quite as tall as Sandra but was
the best built of the group.  He had delicious pecks and a little
definition to his abdomen.  "You think you can handle this babe?" He asked.

   Sandra knew better than to laugh.  The boy had a nice eight inch dick
and he was fully erect.  She was sure that eventually everyone there would
see her husband's thick, eleven inch monster but for the time being, she'd
be appropriately appreciative.  "Oh god, yes please." She said with genuine
desire.  "Let me take a look at the beautiful thing."

   He stepped up confidently.  Sandra realized that he was the first to get
completely hard because he wanted the rest of the guys to watch him.  He
was an exhibitionist.  That was fine with Sandra...  breaking the ice could
sometimes be a little awkward.

   She ohhed and ahed and wrapped a hand around his respectable dick.  It
had a very slight leftward bend and at eight inches it was certainly above
average size but was otherwise unremarkable.  She debated swallowing it
whole deep into her throat but decided to save some of her tricks for later
when she needed to inspire them to their third or fourth erection.

   Instead, she kissed it adoringly and licked up and down along its
underside.  Then she let go and leaned back on the ottoman.  With her feet
on the floor and her knees spread, she beckoned him.

   He knelt on the pillow; this placed his cock in line with her pink gash.
"How do you want it?" He asked.

   "Now!" she said with genuine impatience.  He jabbed himself forward. 
Sandra kept herself closed down tight and the guy groaned with
appreciation. He could tell that the slut wasn't some young teenager and
figured she'd be looser.  As he began stroking in and out at a deliberate
pace, Sandra said, "My name's Sandy.  What's yours?"

   He laughed.  "I'm Stew.  Pleasure to meet you.  God, you've got a
fantastic pussy."

   "I'm glad you like it.  Please give it a good fuck and then fill it up
with your spunk.  I love to feel a man shooting off in me." She was flat on
her back, slowly rubbing her clit.  Each time she felt Stew's balls press
against her ass as he bottomed out, she made an appreciative sound.  "Oh
god, you feel so good inside me."

   Stew's moves became more rapid in short order.  He was holding on to the
corners of the ottoman and pulling himself into her body with vigor.  "You
still want my load inside you, babe?"

   Unsurprised by his rather quick performance, Sandra continued to act
appreciative.  "Oh god yes babe, fill me up." She jabbed at her clit more
roughly and squeezed one of her nipples.  If she could get herself primed
quickly enough, she may be able to climax off the sensation of his hot
sperm shooting into her.  For additional stimulation, she craned her head
up and feasted her eyes on the forest of cocks on display behind Stewart's
laboring form.

   "Oh god, take it all babe!" Stew shouted as his body jerked
spasmodically.

   Damn it, it hadn't been enough.  Sandra groaned, a sound Stewart took
for lust rather than frustration.  Sandra had to force herself not to say
something nasty.  She still had seven more hard cocks waiting on deck.  "Oh
babe, that was fantastic." She said, hands still busy on her erogenous
zones.  "Hurry up, someone, I need another hard cock."

   Stew withdrew his dribbling cock and struggled to his feet to make way
for the next victim.  The black man Sandy had briefly sucked stepped
forward and settled into position.  His cock was just a little smaller than
Stewart's but Sandra was encouraged by his relaxed manner.

   With two fingers of one hand, she spread her lips for him.  "Please make
me cum." She said.  Grinning wide, he sunk his rod into her.

   The black man fucked her with firm, slow strokes.  He bent forward and
explored her breasts with his hands.  Rather quickly, Sandy's hips began to
bounce around on their own accord as she approached climax.  "Oh god,
you're going to make me cum.  Fuck me, oh, just keep fucking me like that."

   Sandra sang out with pleasure as the icy fire of climax flashed across
her body.  Charged by arousal, Sandra lifted one leg behind the black man
and pressed it against his ass, pulling him tightly to her.  She pulled
herself up by his arm and wrapped an arm around his neck.  She sealed her
lips to his and plunged her tongue into his mouth.  He met her hungry kiss
with eager and skillful tongue play.

   Humping against his groin, she moaned into his mouth before breaking her
kiss.  "What's your name gorgeous?" she asked.

   "I'm Jerome.  Your fucking cunt is unbelievable.  It's like it's dancing
on my dick."

   She kissed him again before answering.  "It's dancing for joy, big guy."
She let herself drop down onto her back.  "Come on babe, make my pussy
dance for you!"

   Jerome locked his dark hands around her creamy thighs and dug in.  From
time to time he would withdraw completely and then dive his cock back into
her hot cavern in a seamless plunge.

   Stewart had been a bit of a fizzle but Jerome knew what he was doing. 
Sandy laid back, closed her eyes and focused on her pussy.

   She drifted through another pleasant orgasm before the black stud began
puffing and straining.  "You still want it shot up your puss?" he asked.

   "Honey, you can do anything you want with your sweet jizz.  I'll drink
it down or you can shoot it across my body or deep into my happy, happy
puss."

   Unable to hold back any longer, Jerome yanked his dick out of Sandra's
body.  He slid his hand up and down his shaft twice before painting her
bush with his white-wash.  Propping herself up on one arm, she watched his
blind snake spit its load.  "God I love watching men blow off." She said.

   As his salvos of cream petered off, Sandra rubbed her hand through her
dense bush, feeling the heat of his seed.  When her hand was dripping with
his offering, she brought it to her mouth and slurped it down.  "Hmmm,
delicious."

   Rubbing her mound again she beckoned.  "Keep 'em cumming, guys."

   Over the next half hour, Sandra milked the gang and orgasmed a dozen
times.  By the end of the first round, her thighs and ass cheeks were
smeared with mingled secretions and she had multiple loads of semen drying
on her tits and corset.  In the heat of the moment she had begged a guy to
feed his shooting cock into her mouth and she swallowed his load down
straight from the tap.

   After every man had come, Sandra stood and mingled among them.  She
exchanged passionate soul kisses with them all, stoking their cocks or
clawing at their buns.  Most of them were at least half-hard and she paused
to bend and suckle on dick frequently.

   Only once did she exchange a look with her husband who was seated across
the room.  She had plans for him but that was for later.  She told him to
go and get some wet towels for cleaning up.

   When they had been well primed but before they started getting carried
away, she returned to the ottoman.  "Now that's we've all warmed up, it's
time to get this gang-bang properly started." She said.  She bent forward
over the cushion with her knees on the floor, presenting her wide, flawless
ass to the assembled men.

   Her globes were glistening with sex juices.  "Round two is dealers
pick." She said playfully.  "Use whichever hole you like." As she said
this, she made her anus wink open lewdly.  This was met with appreciative
and excited male sounds.

   Stewart realized that several of the other men had out-performed him
considerably and was eager to make a better showing.  He was first to step
forward again.  From a crouched standing position behind Sandy, he plunged
he's hard cock into her open ass.

   "Oh!  Yes, come on Stew, plow my back-forty!" He slapped her ass hard.
"Oh god yes, fuck me like a bitch in heat!"

   Stew nearly roared as he took handfuls of her pliant globes and rampaged
through her ass.  "Oh fuck, you nasty bitch!"

   "God, yes, do it, do it.  I'm a bitch, I'm a horny fucking cock crazy
bitch.  Fuck me!  I want to feel your big cock shredding my big brown
hole!" Stewart pounded away at her rear passage like man possessed.  "Oh
fuck.  FUCK ME!  Don't ever stop.  Fuck me till I bleed."

   The buttery heat of her ass and her passionate pleas drove Stewart over
the edge.  Groaning with need, he panted, "I'm going to fucking cum!"

   "You're going to shoot already?  Shit!" Sandra shouted.  "Cum up my
fucking ass.  Fill my shit hole all the way up and get out of the way so
someone can make me cum!"

   Grunting with release, Stew humped tightly against her ass.  She felt
his hot seed wash through her bowels.  "Oh god.  Shit, I don't want to
stop. Hurry, someone else plug my ass!" she begged.

   Another man scrambled into place as Stewart twisted away, withdrawing
his cock with an audible pop.  "Here it comes, bitch." Said the fresh man
as his seven inch cock slipped smoothly into her anal passage.

   "God yes!" she said, straightening up on her knees to press her back to
him.  "Grab my tits and ride my fucking ass!" The guy latched onto her big
knockers with a powerful, claw-like grip.  Sandy screamed.  "Shit!  Yes,
rip me in two!" She began to climax almost immediately.  "Oh, god, fuck. 
You're so much better than Stewart." The bitch in her had found a target.
As far as she was concerned, any man that failed to please her deserved to
be treated like dirt.

   The fresh man lasted about three hard-pounding minutes before succumbing
to his internal pressures.  Sandra didn't stop climaxing the entire time.

   As the second man to ravish her ass pulled out, Sandra spun and dropped
onto her back atop the ottoman.  Knees nearly pressed to her shoulders, she
raised her red, gaping ass high and dug four fingers into her sloppy
snatch. "Come on, I need another.  Oh god, I want to cum gain and again and
again." She squeezed her clit hard between thumb and palm.  "I want you
all. My ass needs every one of your hard cocks!"

   Sandra was screaming and begging for cock for the next twenty minutes as
every man there deposited more sperm into her bottomless ass.  Some of them
stuck half their hand up her cunt as they reamed her back passage.  She was
climaxing most of the time.

   Juanita had arrived as Sandra's ass pulled the train.  Her mistress
ignored the maid's shocked look and ordered her to take the sex toys
upstairs and start making sandwiches for her boys.  The Hispanic woman fled
the room as if immigration were on her tail.

   When the last man sank away from her body, puffing hard, Sandra needed
only a second to catch her breath.  Bering down hard to keep her happy,
worn ass closed and the juices sealed in, she stood with a flourish.  "That
was awesome guys.  My horny ass thanks you."

   She looked around.  Her most recent victims were still wiping at their
shrunken members with the wet towels.  Smiling at one, she walked up to him
and gently washed his member.  As she did, she spoke in a friendly but
somehow commanding voice.  "Time for lunch boys.  I know how hard-working
young men like you need their energy."

   She started up the stairs, every eye still watching her.  Pausing, she
spoke over her shoulder, "I need to clean up.  First I'm going to drain all
of you glorious cum out of my ass and then I'll shower.  When I return, I
may put on a bit of a show for you."

   She turned fully to them and raised a finger admonishingly.  "Don't
anybody leave.  I want to have every one of your hard cocks in me again. 
And then again after that and again after that until none of you can
stand." With those final words she bounced energetically up the stairs, her
mind already focused on her next round with the banging gang.
   Boondocker