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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 2: A cock ring aids Denis as Sandra continues her feast.

   Twenty minutes later, Sandra came quietly down the stairs.  The eight
guys were scattered about the living room and kitchen.  Their conversation
was subdued.  They gave the impression that they were glad to have food and
drink at hand as an excuse to keep talk and eye contact to a minimum.

   Sandra's mouth quirked.  Men were so predictable.  Just as she had
expected, they had all put their shorts back on.

   Sandra herself had discarded the corset.  She was now wearing only a
flimsy white sun-shirt, unbuttoned.  It barely reached her hips and hung
open and flowing as she moved.  For the most part her heavy breasts were
bare though from time to time the thin shirt hung across them briefly. 
Even then, the shape of her swaying jugs and their dark summits could be
seen clearly through the translucent material.

   The light and wispy nature of the garment was somewhat marred by the
weight of a small object in one pocket.

   Without the support of the corset her tits hung quite a bit lower but
they were still smooth and full and were far from surrendering completely
to gravity.

   She breezed through the living room, startling a few of the men by her
sudden appearance.  "Don't mind me boys.  A girl's got to eat too, you
know." She said, raising her hand in a playful greeting.

   By the time she reached the kitchen, all eyes were on her delectable
form.  True, the corset had given her an artificial hourglass figure but
the soft swell of her stomach did nothing to detract from the very feminine
curves of her body.  Her hair was still damp from the shower and hung in
long ringlets and clung to her shoulders.  It seemed darker.

   Juanita was in the kitchen, still assembling sandwiches.  Denis was
there was well, lurking in a corner, a sandwich clutched in his hand like
something he'd stolen.  Sandy spared a smile for him and he was surprised
to see that it seemed genuine.

   She turned to her maid and took her aside, a glance warning away anyone
that might want to interrupt.  Quietly, she spoke to the woman.  "You did
well.  I looked over your purchases and I am satisfied.  Did you enjoy
yourself at the store?" There was an edge of something hard in her voice."

   The maid had to clear her throat before she could speak.  "No, I did
not, Mistress." It was fortunate that Juanita had gauged her boss's
attitude correctly and addressed her properly.

   "Are you sure?  A little puta like you among all those naked pictures
and plastic cocks?  I bet you creamed you big cotton panties!" Sandra was
whispering but there was harsh glee in her voice.  She could not get over
how turned on it was making her to abuse this poor woman.  She had briefly
gone through Juanita's purchases from the sex shop and the thought of the
homely little women scampering through the poorly lit aisles, cringing at
every glance from every other patron had filled her with such a sense of
power.

   "No Mistress.  I do not like those things."

   Sandra was silent for a moment.  She had a house full of young studs at
her disposal, now was not the time to waste her breath on the little cunt.
Still...  she bent down to reach under the woman's long skirt and lifted it
to press her hand against her bushy, cotton-clad mound.  Sandra was faintly
surprised to find it dry and apparently clean.  The maid clutched her hands
before her, forcing herself to accept the examination.  "Well, sometime
we'll have a nice talk and we'll learn what it is you do like." Her
mistress said.  Juanita trembled briefly, knowing the lie in the kind
words.

   Turning away with a flourish, eyes bright and smile wide, Sandra swooped
down on a roast-beef and cheddar hoagie.

   Sandy spent an enjoyable ten minutes wandering the house, swaying her
hips and brushing up against every guy there.  With a sandwich in one hand,
she would lean up against first one guy and then another, using her free
hand to guide theirs to every part of her flesh.  In this manner she
encouraged them to molest her body.  It all felt so good she was humming a
little tune even as she chewed her snack.

   She wound up in the kitchen again.  She grabbed a can of beer and downed
it with a flourish, chugging it with long gulps.  Even that looked erotic.

   Denis was taken by surprise when her next move was to take him by the
hand and lead him into the middle of the living room.

   "You all met Denis.  I don't know if he told you I'm his wife." She
said, smiling at all of them.  "I hope you didn't get the wrong idea about
him.  He's pretty great in bed."

   Sandra slid a hand behind his head and pulled his mouth down to hers. 
She kissed him deeply though he did not reciprocate.  Releasing him, she
said.  "In fact, he's the best fuck I've ever had."

   She was still wearing the open, flowing sun-shirt.  Turning her back to
Denis and leaning back against his broad chest, she motioned to the gaggle
of guys, "Come on guys, off with the shorts.  Let's see who's got a woody
for me." They all stripped as commanded.  To a man they were mostly soft.
Making a noise of confirmation, Sandra said, "As I thought.  You guys need
a little inspiration."

   With that she spun around and dropped to her knees in front of her
husband.  She unzipped his shorts and pulled them down his legs.  His
heavy, throbbing cock was half hard and bobbing to the rhythm of his
beating heart.  "There's my big boy." She sighed.

   Then she smiled kind of sadly at him.  She put her hand into the pocked
of her shirt.  "Don't give me any shit if you know what's good for you."
She said softly.  She pulled the small object out of her pocket and showed
it to him.

   It was a cock ring.  Sandra was sure it was the largest the store had
had...  she thought it would probably fit her man.

   Denis had never actually encountered a cock ring but he recognized what
it was and what it did.  He just closed his eyes in resignation.  Then he
grimaced in pain as she forced his scrotum through the device.

   The cock ring was a combination of leather and steel.  There was an
oblong steal ring meant to encircle the scrotum and the black leather strap
to tighten around the base of the shaft behind the balls.

   She had little trouble feeding his testicles through the ring but the
strap posed more of a problem.  These things were really supposed to be
attached while the penis was flaccid.  Denis was at least half-hard and
frankly, was probably bigger than the gadget was designed to deal with.

   Still, Sandra was a very determined woman.  She wasn't shy or gentle as
she yanked the strap tighter and tighter.  It took her nearly a minute to
finally get the buckle to lock into the first available notch.

   She looked over her handiwork and a thrill ran through her body. 
Cinching in the strap had pulled the scrotum ring in tightly against the
bottom of Denis's cock.  This emphasized the dangle of his heavy,
cum-filled balls.

   The strap at the base of the shaft was already visibly restricting his
girth there.

   She opened her mouth and angled her head upward, letting the drooping
member more or less fall into her mouth.

   Even though he was not yet fully erect, Denis's enormous organ forced
Sandra's jaws wide apart.  The head nearly filled her mouth and she could
only wrap her lips around the first inch or two of his shaft.

   Sandy slobbered noisily over his tool for a couple of minutes.  His spar
rose steadily.

   When his eleven inches of thick, pulsing cock reached its full stature,
Sandra sat back a little ways and stroked it lovingly with both hands.  The
way the cock ring seemed to separate his organ from his groin made him look
even bigger than he was and its effect on blood flow gave his cock a more
purple cast.  "Oh god what a fucking cock.  I don't care how many hundred's
of times I've held it and felt it filling my body, it's still the most
awesome thing I've ever seen."

   She continued gently stroking his rod while she looked over the other
men.  "I want you all to understand that you're barely half the men my
husband is.  For almost any woman in the world, this stud would be a dream
come true, all they could ever wish for or want."

   "Already today he fucked a little beach bunny until she begged him to
stop.  Then his big cock reamed out my pussy and my ass repeatedly, making
me cum dozens of times."

   She briefly forced his big horn back into her mouth, pressing it against
the back of her throat, gagging herself on it.  He was so big that she
could wrap both hands around the shaft and still gag on what was left.  Of
course, if the cock wasn't so fat she could have swallowed it all the way
down to her stomach.

   She pulled her head off him, panting.  "He's a fucking stallion." She
said.

   She stood and faced the staring men.  "The problem is; I need more.  I'm
not just any woman.  I'm the horniest fucking slut to ever live.  I'm going
to fuck you all into exhaustion and when you finally leave I'm going to
still be horny.  You eight guys are mostly here to just take the edge off
so a real man like Denis has a chance to maybe satisfy me." Needless to
say, she was letting the abusive bitch side of her personality take over.

   She let the shirt fall to the floor, finally completely nude.

   She stalked among the volleyball players.  "Well, who's going to fuck me
next?  I need hard cocks, boys.  You need more incentive?" She went to her
hands and knees and began crawling among the forest of legs, eyeing the
dangling fruit.  "Come on, guys, don't get shy on me."

   She singled out Jerome.  He was mostly hard, his dark seven inch cock
just beginning to take on that tightly swollen look at the head.  She
swallowed him whole, her throat opening around his helmet with ease.  She
buried her nose in his thick pubic hair.  She had his cock in so deep that
she could extend her lower lip out to caress his balls.  It was followed by
her flattened tongue.  The amazing sex-pot damn near swallowed his nuts.

   Pulling away, she jumped to her feet and rushed over to her husband. 
"Oh god, I need you in me now." She growled.  She urged him onto the floor.
When he was flat on his back she knelt above him and quickly impaled
herself on his tower.  She settled onto his hips until his balls were
pressed tightly to the crease of her ass.  She could feel him in the
deepest recesses where only he and certain toys had ever reached.  She
could also feel the leather strap of the cock ring on her pussy lips.  "Oh
god yes."

   They all watched as she danced subtly on her husband's enormous shaft.
She was just swiveling her hips and working her pussy muscles.  She had a
hand on her clit.  In about a minute, she came softly.  "Oh yes, so good.
Nice cock.  Fantastic fucking cock."

   She bounced off her husband and bent to lick her taste off his angry
looking rod.

   She eyed Jerome.  He was fully erect.  She locked eyes with him and
beckoned him closer.  As he and the others watched, she crouched over her
husband's burning log and lowered herself onto him.

   She gave a long, low moan as eleven inches of blood-engorged meat sank
into her bowels.

   Once her ass was fully impaled on Denis, Sandra reclined back, her hands
on the floor and her legs spread wide.  "Okay baby, my back door's stuffed,
now you fill up the front gate." Her glistening cunt winked at Jerome and
then gaped open in welcome.

   The young black man had never in his life seen such a display.  He'd
been around, sometimes juggling two or three girlfriends at a time.  For a
while he had been dating a pair of college roommates who each knew he was
seeing the other.  He'd tried to get them into bed at the same time... 
they were both passionate and relatively uninhibited but never let
themselves get talked into it.

   He had never seen anything as blatantly sexual as Sandra's behavior.  If
he thought about it, he could have been weirded-out about performing in
front of his friends or fucking a woman while her husband buggered her...
but he didn't think about it.  He was just incredibly turned on.  He was on
his knees in a heartbeat and instantly rammed his eager cock into Sandra's
winking hole.

   "FUCK!  Yes.  Oh god, make me cum make me cum make me cum."

   In the kitchen, Juanita very nearly put her hands over her ears.  The
whole day had turned into a nightmare.  She wanted to flee to her quarters
but could not.  Her daughter Angelica would be home from school soon. 
Since the home's owners were in town, she would know to come in the back
entrance near their servant's quarters.  Juanita was waiting near the door
so she could whisk here eleven year old to safely quickly.  She would
certainly want to investigate the commotion in the living room otherwise.

   Jerome fucked Sandy like a man possessed.  He had his hands at the back
of her knees, pressing them nearly to her shoulders.  Her big tits were
spread across her upper chest and flopping around wildly, occasionally even
reaching her chin.

   He leaned over her, gazing down at her wild eyes.  Her mouth was in
constant motion, grinning and snarling and babbling with joy.  Even though
she had the biggest cock he had ever seen embedded up her ass, every word
out of her mouth was of pleasure and need.  "Shit, Shit Shit.  Fuck, Fuck,
Fuck.  Come on big guy, show these other losers how to fuck a cunt like
me!"

   As Sandra's hips bounced atop her husband's and Jerome slammed his
pelvis repeatedly into her body, she began to orgasm.  Everything was
virtually perfect...  her husband's enormous spear prowling wildly through
her bowels, a black man over her with deranged passion in his eyes and his
hard cock plunging in and out of her quim.  Sandy began to keen and moan as
her body's pleasure centers went into overdrive.  "Oh, oh, oh, I want to
cum forever!"

   Sandra had always believed that her ability to attain continuous orgasm
proved that she was sexually superior to other woman.  Her previous life of
orgies and gang bangs had brought her into contact with many other lusty
women both young and old.  She knew that there were a lot of horny and
willing women in the world and that many of them could handle several men
at once and enjoy it.  But Sandra had something more.  There seemed to be
no limit to her body's capacity for pleasure.  Some of the greatest sluts
she had ever encountered could climax a dozen times in an hour.

   Sandra could cum that many times in about five minutes, riding a wave of
gushing pleasure with no ebb and no limit.  Forget cumming a dozen times in
an hour...  there had been a handful of times in her life when she had
orgasmed for an entire hour without stop, a feat the equivalent of perhaps
a hundred climaxes.

   As Denis and Jerome plied their cocks through her holes, Sandra entered
just such a state of nirvana and came for a solid five minutes.

   It took her a moment to recognize that her cunt was empty.  Jerome had
cum and promptly collapsed at their side.  Dimly, Sandra could recall an
increase in her orgasmic pleasure as his hot seed blasted through her womb.

   She let her feet fall to the floor, still spread wide.  "Someone better
get a hard cock up here right now!" She called out, almost screaming.  She
briefly slapped at her sex and moaned.  "Feed the kitty!"

   When a white guy whose name she never learned rushed to obey she cackled
with glee.  "That's right, feed your little cocks to the bitch queen!"

   Behind her head where she could not see, Denis's face was red and
sweating...  which was just as well as it hid the trickle of tears
streaming from his eyes.  His poor cock had already tried to cum once but
the ring had prevented release.  Now his entire groin burned with what
could possibly be confused with pleasure if it would ease up but was
quickly turning to agony.

   Silently, he ticked off a number one in his mind as number two sank into
position between their splayed legs and slid his six-inch cock into
Sandra's sloppy snatch.  God, could Sandy possibly keep him here while she
fucked all eight guys?  He's was beginning to accept that his wife's
capacity for pleasure (not to mention physical resilience and stamina) was
practically super-human.  She probably could lie here and cum her way
through the entire crowd of guys yet again.

   But how could Denis possibly survive that?  What would happen to his
cock if it was forcefully denied release for that long while experiencing
that much stimulation?

   And what about his poor ass?  He knew he already had something of a rug
burn.  He could be seriously maimed before this was over.

   He almost spoke up.  He almost rolled his mad wife off.  He was ready to
take the cock ring off himself and gain his freedom.

   But there was something deranged in his wife now that he deeply feared.
She might not even stop at throwing him out and divorcing him.  After
everything he had seen today, he was beginning to fear for his safety.

   Guy number two gave her two orgasms but never got her stoked up to the
point of continuous pleasure.  "God, you're little cock's barely making me
cum at all!  Shit, you're ready to cum, aren't you?  Damn it!  Make
yourself useful and spray my tits with your cream!  Come on, pull it out
and blast it all over me!"

   The poor guy staggered to his feet, his beet-red cock clutched in his
hand.  Two quick strokes and his jizm began to dribble out.  It fell in
small drops onto her bush and lower stomach.  "Shit, I need a real man! 
Come on guys, who's got what it takes to make me scream again?  I sure hope
Jerome isn't the only real man among you."

   She smiled as another victim stepped forward and began to position
himself.  "Ah, if it isn't Stew the so-called stud.  You know, Mr. 
Stallion, you've got a pretty nice cock but you haven't exactly been slow
on the trigger.  I hope the third time is the charm."

   Until that day, in fact, until almost that moment, Stewart had been
unaware that he had a desire to be dominated by women.  He'd always
approached his sexual conquests with a macho swagger and asserted himself
as dominant.

   He had never been able to hang on to a steady girlfriend.  They didn't
seem to like him much.  What he had never known was that his displays had
always seemed desperate to the women he was with and they just didn't take
him seriously.

   Now, for the first time in his life he confronted a woman that had
asserted dominance over him and insulted his manhood.  The surge of anger
and embarrassment that filled his body was tinged with something he didn't
recognize.  He wanted to prove himself to Sandra and his friends but at the
same time he wanted her to continue to abuse and insult him.  In fact, he
would have liked her to do even more, to physically dominate him, to force
him to do as she wanted.

   The turmoil of thoughts and emotions running thru Stewart did seem to
lend fire to his lovemaking.  As he set to work, Denis silently finished
checking of "number 2" in his mind and prayed for mercy.

   With Stew between her legs and Denis's big cock seeming to get even
hotter in her ass, Sandra began climbing the mountain of ecstasy once
again, her animal cries almost musical as she enjoyed the ride.  Her hands
were all over, clawing at her tits, frigging her burning clit and raking
Stewart's back.  Her pussy crackled along Stew's pumping tool, threatening
to yank him over the edge again.

   "My god, you're pussy is unreal!" he moaned.

   "Shit!" she snarled.  "You're not going to cum again are you?  If you
can't get me off at least once before you pop, there'll be hell to pay!"

   How was Sandy to know that her demanding threat and domineering voice
was the perfect goad to push the poor man past the point of no return?

   "Oh god" Stewart cried, almost sobbing.  He fell against the married
couple and jerked as his engorged cock spewed into her voracious hole."

   "You worthless ass!" Sandra screamed at him.  She hit him angrily on the
shoulder repeatedly as she felt his dick pulse inside her.  "You're going
to pay for that, you shit stain.  Get the hell off me so I can get a proper
fucking!" She snarled, shoving him away.  She ignored Denis's grunt beneath
her.

   "You," she said, pointing to another of the men, "Get over her and make
me fucking cum!" As victim number four took hold of her thighs and plunged
his six inch cock into her gaping slit, she gave Stewart a hard glare.  "I
won't forget this, you worthless wonder.  I will find a way for you to
satisfy me!"

   With that she wrapped her arms around her newest lover and humped up at
him aggressively, in the process fucking her husband's enormous cock in and
out of her ass.  "Come on, babe, I need to fucking cum so bad!"

   Thirty seconds later she did, hissing through her teeth as her abdominal
muscles clamped down on the two fleshy shafts.  "Go, go, go" she moaned. 
"I'm there.  Keep fucking me.  Oh god, I'm so fucking hot I'll never be
able to stop.  Fuck Me!" She screamed.

   Number four wasn't able get her into a state of continuous orgasm but
she did cum a total of three times on his cock.  The third time came as he
screamed into her mouth while he filled her twat with his cream.

   He finally stumbled away.  With four cocks yet to go, Sandra's eyes were
wild with need.  She ordered the next man into the breach but noticed
something she didn't like.  Pointing to another man she said, "You!  You're
not hard yet.  Soft cocks are no good to me.  Is two your fucking limit or
is watching a hot slut get gang fucked right in front of you not arousing
enough?"

   The guy was fairly short and thin and his soft dick wasn't large.  His
mouth worked as he sought a response but Sandra cut him off.  "Come around
here so I can suck on that thing.  There's no way in hell you're getting
out of here after only two shots."

   As would-be stud number five began stroking into her at a steady rhythm,
she leaned back with her elbows on Denis's chest and tilted her head way
back.  Her thick hair covered her husband's face.  "Come on little guy,"
she said.  "Feed me that noodle."

   With the aforementioned 'little guy' straddling her forehead, Sandra
inhaled his limp cock.  It would have been a perfect position for deep
throating a nice long cock but as it was, his soft little sausage had room
to roll around in her mouth like a lollypop.

   With three cocks now filling (or at least occupying) every hole she had,
Sandra's statuesque body bounced around between their groins like a bell
knocker.  Amazingly, the slut was able to give the man in her mouth one of
the best resuscitating blow jobs ever experienced by any man in the history
of the world while still working her hips and pussy muscles to drive
herself to ever greater arousal.

   The little sausage in her mouth grew as she groaned through her newest
climax.  Even then it couldn't reach the back of Sandra's throat.  The guy
just wasn't very big.

   Number five got her off twice before giving up his essence.  As soon as
their flesh parted, Sandra directed the smaller man, now to be known as
number six, into position.  "Come on hon, I bet that since you were so slow
to get hard, you can give me a nice long ride." She said with a smile.

   Almost in shock, the man looked down at her glistening thighs and
ravenous pink gash.  Giggling and balanced atop her husband's broad chest,
Sandra reached around her thighs and used her long fingers to spread
herself open.  Flexing her internal muscles, she opened herself wide for
him.

   Number six wasn't the only one to be amazed by the pink and black maw
she revealed.  The dark hole at the base of her sex was at least two inches
in diameter and appeared bottomless.  All the onlookers could see Denis's
tree-like shaft still impaling her ass...  and yet she was still able to
open up like that!  Every man there had experienced the vice-like confines
of that cave...  it was beyond belief what this woman's cunt was capable
of.

   "Come on, babe.  You won't fall in, I promise." As number six threaded
his rather small dick into that gaping hole, it closed in on him like an
avalanche.  Her suddenly tight pussy sucked him in and began nursing on his
cock with nearly as much skill as her mouth had.

   With one hand around the back of his neck and her heels digging into his
hard, flexing ass, Sandra controlled the pace and forced number six to go
slow.  With every stroke, with every instant of intimate contact, Sandra's
rapacious pussy kneaded his not-quite five inch cock.  "Come on baby, let
mamma make it real good for both of us." She said, almost purring the
words.

   To say that it was the most intense sexual encounter of the young man's
life would be a criminal understatement.  Not even in his wildest fantasies
had he imagined a woman so eager and skillful and so phenomenally hot.

   Sandra hummed and sighed her way through three nice little orgasms
before number six, red-faced and gasping, collapsed across her lush body as
his peter finally discharged into the magical mass of pink flesh.

   Sandra sighed in contentment as the little guy climbed off her.  For
just a few seconds she lay back atop her tortured husband, her eyes closed.
When she opened them, the final two men, the cocks hard as granite, were
both looking on eagerly.  Smiling at them, she raised her arms to them. 
"Help me up, boys." She said, her eyes full of heated promise.

   Uncertain at first but reacting to her impatient beckons, each man took
one of her arms and pulled her to her feet.  Laughing, she said "Wheee" as
she rose swiftly to stand between them.

   Denis's big dick made an audible pop as Sandra's brown hole released it.
It slapped noisily against his stomach.

   "Stewart, toss me one of those wet towels." She said.  Towel in hand,
she knelt next to her husband and began to wash his cock.

   The obscene organ was bigger than ever, its entire length a dark purple.
It narrowed visibly where the cock ring dug into it.  Though not tightly
constrained like his cock, Denis's balls were red and slightly swollen. 
Sandra cleaned it all thoroughly, taking time to play with his balls and
squeeze the apple-sized head between her hands, testing its rigidity.  It
was nearly as hard as an apple as well.

   "I'm not quite done with this yet, Denis." She said to him.  She was
staring the big thing as her hands ran up and down its length.  "Just lie
here quietly for a while.  And no playing with yourself."

   Before she rose, she put her mouth to his ear and whispered, "And if you
try to take the rock ring off, there'll be hell to pay." Sucking on his
lips and looking miserable, Denis nodded.

   Sandra jumped to her feet, making her heavy tits bounce around
fetchingly.  Clapping for attention, she singled out one of the remaining
men and had him lie on his back.  She eagerly crouched over him and fed his
rather fat six inch cock into her drooling, cum-filled hole.  There was a
glorious smile of contentment on her face as she wiggled about on his hips,
settling her widely splayed pussy lips across his groin.

   Looking down at him affectionately (despite the fact she had no idea
what his name was), she said, "Oh, I'm so glad you have a nice thick one."
She was silent for a few moments as her dexterous vagina explored his
length and breadth.  But soon she said, "But you might have noticed that my
husband is a little bigger."

   Moving her attention to the final stud standing nearby, she continued.
"My pussy is very happy right now but it needs a real work out.  Why don't
we see how it likes being wrapped around both of you at once?"

   Guy number eight was tall and lanky with an average size cock that
sported a big fat head.  "You want both of us in your...uh...  pussy...  at
the same time?" he asked, his voice on the verge of breaking.

   "Yes, that's what I want.  Get behind me and push the beautiful hunk of
meat between my fat pussy lips and stretch me open."

   As powerless to resist as the rest of the men, number eight did as he
was told.  The junction of cock and cunt was slick and his fat cock head
had a difficult time finding purchase.  Impatient, Sandy reached one hand
back across her ass and hooked two fingers into the base of her pink
passage.  With a tug, she stretched her pussy open further still, creating
a passage for stud number eight atop number seven's embedded shaft.

   "Come on boy," she said, "No need to be gentle."

   Bolstered and a little shocked by her casual display, the man pressed
home.  The big head of his cock bumped along the other fellow's shaft,
wedged itself into the proffered hole and began to sink into Sandy's
elastic passage.  She pulled her fingers free as a second cock slotted
itself into her pleasure hole.  Sandra moaned, "Oh fuck yeah, that's what
the kitty needed."

   Sandra was still for several long minutes, sandwiched between the men.
Her pussy had finally gotten the good stretch it needed.  Years of
remaining faithful to both her husband and her vow to control her sex drive
had almost made her forget what it felt like to test her body's limits. 
Her husband was big but in her pervious life Sandra had subjected herself
to double and triple penetration on a regular basis, even managing to wedge
three cocks into her pussy at the same time on several occasions.  She had
also abused herself (and allowed others to abuse her) with enormous objects
that dwarfed Denis's monstrous cock.

   The two tools now in her box were no kind of challenge for her but after
years of rather gentle use, her vaginal opening was responding to being
stretched wide with incredible burning heat.

   During those quite few minutes, Sandra's internal muscles worked up and
down the length of the two cocks.  Sandra had not developed her pussy's
talents for the benefit of men.  Working her sheath against a hot piece of
meat felt fabulous, like some kind of inverted massage.  Making herself
climax through just the action of this internal message was both a way to
blow the minds of the men she was with and one of the most pleasurable
things she knew.

   Of course, Sandy found many, many things about sex maddeningly
pleasurable.

   Sandra began to breathe rapidly as her body heated toward boil.  Only
the two men filling her knew how busy she was, giving them the fuck of
their lives without seeming to move.

   Sandy breathed in deeply, suddenly gasping.  She lost control of her
pussy as it suddenly convulsed tightly.  Hissing out the breath she moaned
and began to shake.  "Fuck, there it goes." Panting and shaking
uncontrollably, she bucked between the men impaling her.  "Now, do it. 
Fuck me.  Fuck me while I cum.  Stretch me open and fuck my slut pussy!"
She begged.

   Slowly at first, the kneeling man began sliding in and out of her packed
passage.  He had his hands hooked onto her hips.  As his tempo increased,
Sandra began rising to meet him, fucking herself up and down on the man
below her as she did.  "Oh, come on babe, harder.  Don't let me stop
cumming!"

   Sandra was tripping along the edge of orgasm, not quite coming down from
her first but not crashing into the next.  She felt like her entire body
was buzzing with energy.  It was a wonderful, sexy feeling but at the same
time it was frustrating because she knew climax was just out of reach. 
"Somebody squeeze my tits." she gasped as she snaked one hand down towards
the cluster of sex organs centered around her groin and found her clit.

   As the man beneath her took both tits in his hands and pressed them
together firmly, feeding her plump nipples into his mouth, the man behind
her yanked her hard against his groin.

   Shrieking, Sandra came.  Babbling and begging for more, Sandra came and
came and came.  The two cocks in her volcanic cunt dueled like swordsman,
first one penetrating her deeply and then the other.  From time to time,
both would fill her completely, always bringing a joyous grunt from the
amazing women.  And then, for a split second, her pussy would be all but
empty as both slick shafts withdrew for a beat.

   That strange syncopated rhythm somehow turned into a steady beat of
continuous pleasure.

   Sandra came for ten solid minutes.  She barely noticed when first one
man grunted and came and then the other only seconds later.  She continued
to fuck them and orgasm for a full minute after they had spent themselves,
only coming to herself when their softening members sort of squirmed out of
her body.

   The man behind Sandy fell away from her.  She was on her hands and knees
over the other guy, her hair hanging in sweaty tendrils and her entire body
glistening.  Her pussy was still buzzing and she could not control it.  She
felt the familiar sensation of jizm and girl-cum dribbling from her crack.
She wanted to contain that ambrosia but she just couldn't get her usually
obedient pussy to close on command.

   The problem with a ten minute orgasm is that it's not a twenty minute
orgasm.

   Almost sobbing with a mix of frustration and lurking fatigue, Sandra
pressed a hand against her gaping sex.  She tried to make it to her feet
but failed.  She did pull herself off her mount.  Her eyes fell upon her
husband and his still-constricted shaft.  Crawling clumsily on her knees
and one free hand, she moved toward him.  "Take it off, Denis." She
croaked. "Take the cock ring off and plug my hole."

   Sandra let herself slump onto her side and then her back, lying next to
her husband.  His hands were shaking as he tried to work the tight strap
free.  Sandra's lidded eyes still held hunger in them and she stared at his
towering manhood as it swayed and jerked above his body.

   Finally the strap loosened.  "Oh god!" Denis cried out as fresh flowing
blood burned through his most precious possession.  He had to grit his
teeth against the pain.  The purple member seemed to flash red for a few
seconds before losing some of its angry hue.  It remained hard as oak.

   Sandra spread her legs a little wider and pulled at her husband.  After
her third tug, he rolled himself onto his wife's lush but damp body.  Her
hand went to his cock immediately and pressed it against her seeping gash.
"Plug me up" she mumbled.  As the enormous head of Denis's penis slid
silkily into her opening, he pulled himself higher up her body and buried
the entire eleven plus inches into her demanding pussy.

   Somewhere Sandra found the strength to lift her legs and press them to
his ass, melding her groin to his.  Her faintly quaking pussy would still
not heed her orders and his wife felt loose and sloppy to Denis.

   "Do me slow and make it last." She told him.  Even in her seemingly worn
state, her voice carried a note of command.

   On autopilot, Denis began humping her.

   Eight naked men, their cocks soft and forgotten by Sandra for the
moment, watched the two copulate.  They all noticed the nasty red wounds on
Denis's back and recognized them as rug-burns.  To a man, each wondered
what life would be like married to the wild woman.  A similar thought
haunted Denis as he wondered what the unleashing of his wife's inhibitions
would bring.

   As she recovered, Sandra gradually pulled her husband in closer to her
body and curled up to meet him.  Her hands found purchase high on his ass,
just above her digging heals.  Panting and grunting, she was making small,
rapid humping motions up at her man.

   Her cunt was under control now, though only just.  She kept it clamped
tightly to his rod, milking him relentlessly.  Her body quickly tuned into
his and she felt his building climax.  She closed her eyes and
concentrated.

   Denis's ragged breathing resembled sobs as he fought against the rising
tide of his orgasm.  He had no idea how long he had lain beneath his wife
with his tortured cock buried in her buttery-hot brown hole but it had felt
like hours.  Through the burning in his loins he had lost track of the
discrete aborted climaxes that the cock ring had cut off; it was all just a
giant agony.

   He had had a scant few minutes of recovery before his wife had told him
to take off the cock ring and fuck her.  He had been mildly surprised that
he hadn't erupted as soon as the device loosened.  In fact, his cock had
felt half numb for a little while but the number his horny wife was doing
on it right now would yank the mother of all climaxes out of him at any
second.

   As Sandra felt her husband go stiff, she ground herself violently
against his groin, mashing her clit against his body.  At the same time,
she hardened the muscles in her gut.  With an act of supreme will, she
forced her body to climax as Denis flooded her hole with pent-up man-juice.

   Both came silently but violently, bucking against each other, barely
able to breathe.  It was an awe-inspiring sight.

   Denis fell across Sandy's body in complete exhaustion as cum continued
to dribble from his long hose into Sandra's soupy hole.  For once, he gave
no thought to resting his entire weight on his wife.  Sandra barely
noticed, her entire body buzzing, the accumulated passion of the last few
hours being felt as a sustained afterglow.

   But Sandra's unbelievable performance was still not done.  As she rested
beneath her exhausted husband, her mind could not stop replaying all that
had happened.

   She thought about how she had forced Denis to ass-rape that girl.  How
she had seen surrender and shame in his eyes and terror in hers and had
known that she controlled them both.  The memory shot thrills through her
system.

   How she had terrorized her maid and made her eat the slime from her ass.
The ugly little illegal bitch had actually eaten shit.  Sandra owned her
and that knowledge made her blood surge with passion.

   And she had conquered these eight men with ease, giving them all the
fuck of their lives.  And as she thought of the men standing around her,
staring at her and her husband, her pussy awoke anew.  She wasn't finished
with them yet.

   She urged Denis to roll over.  She rose, sitting astride him.  It was
easy to keep his large cock seated in her hole, even when soft.  Testing
herself, she found that her pussy was once again responsive.  Denis moaned
softly as he felt her ripple herself around him.  Squeezing tightly, she
slowly pulled her body from his, milking every last drop from his spent
member.  Her pussy closed tightly as Denis's cock slipped free.

   Sandra was a bit unsteady on her feet but her eyes were wide and bright.
Manic, actually.  She looked around at the men staring at her.  She found
Stewart.

   Sandra goaded herself, remembering that one of these men had failed her.
Failed to bring her to even one orgasm.  She had a reward for him.

   She didn't notice that she was swaying almost drunkenly as she strode
toward Stewart.  "You owe me about a half-dozen orgasm's, Quickdraw!" she
said harshly.

   Stewart began to stumble backwards at her approach but stopped himself.
She pressed her tits against his chest and looked him in the eye.  Her gaze
bore into his for several long seconds.  "On your back!" she barked.

   Stewart dropped to the floor in no time flat, his eyes wide but his cock
rising.  Sandra's eyes flicked momentarily to that organ but then rolled
dismissively.

   Sandra tried to think back.  How many loads of cum did she currently
have in her honey pot?  She had fucked the eight men three times each, but
one entire round had been focused on her ass.  So, it couldn't be more than
sixteen.  But several of the men had shot their loads across her body.  And
of course, she'd lost quite a bit of what had been deposited in her love
pit to leakage and the churning of repeated fucks.

   Denis had capped things off with a really big load just now which Sandra
had been careful to contain.

   She shrugged.  All she really knew is that she had quite a lot of sperm
in her.

   She bent to look Stewart in the eyes.  "Hope you're still hungry." She
said.  "Your reward for failing to satisfy me even once is to eat my big
creamy pie." With that, she dropped to her knees and placed her sex over
Stew's face.  "And if you can't make me cum this way, Mr.  Stud-nothn',
I'll make you eat it out of my ass next."
   Boondocker