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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 3: Sandra is tireless and demanding

   Rounded but taunt buttocks rose endlessly above his eyes.  A well-worn
brown-eye gazed balefully down at him from between their valley.  It looked
soft and wet and strangely inviting.

   Stewart's nose was buried in that crease.  Creamy pillars of flesh and
bone flanked his head, supporting the goddess above him.  His mouth was
muzzled by a yawning portal of womanhood.  Cream and honey flowed onto his
face and into his mouth.

   "God damn it, don't just lay their like a wet rag.  Eat my cummy hole!"
Sandra ordered him harshly.  She roughly ground her splayed sex all over
his face.

   The super-slut's steaming gash was full of cum.  So was her ass.  Eight
strange men and her husband had been reaming her holes and dumping their
loads for hours and now Stewart was being forced to slurp up the results.

   This woman was turning him on in ways he had never imagined.  She was
humiliating him and he was thrilled beyond belief.

   Sandy looked around at the other men.  Needless to say, they couldn't
take their eyes off of her.  Her mature, statuesque form was in constant
movement, making her heavy breasts jiggle and her lush (though somewhat
sweat-soaked) hair toss this way and that.  Not only did she look like sex
personified, her obvious passion was exciting to watch.

   In fact, her passion had continued to swell.  She had transitioned from
an eager sensual woman to a wild slut and now to a demanding bitch.

   Sandra gave Stewart's hard cock a yank.  It was a fairly nice cock,
thick and nearly eight inches long.  It couldn't compete with her husband's
monster but by any other standards it was respectable.

   What wasn't respectable or even acceptable to Sandra was how quickly
Stewart had shot his load each of the three times he had penetrated her...
she wouldn't want to call his pathetic performance 'fucking'.

   "That's just great.  I've got nine naked men in the room and the only
guy that's hard is this looser." She complained, slapping at Stewart's
rigid pole.

   "Well I'm not wasting my time on that thing again." She continued. 
"Juanita!" she shouted.  She called for her maid two more times, bellowing.

   The dumpy little woman skittered into the room, keeping her eyes on her
feet.  "Yes, mistress?"

   Sandy pointed at Stewart's offending member.  "Suck this guy off.  He's
not worth my effort."

   Juanita silently thanked her saints that she had just gotten her
daughter settled into their quarters.  The little girl had come in through
the kitchen entrance as she should and the maid whisked her into seclusion.
Juanita would have preferred to send her daughter away but she had been
unable to make any friends at the private school she was attending and
would have nowhere to go.  Juanita prayed that the eleven year old would do
as she was told and stay in their room no matter what.

   The former street-walker lowered herself to her knees beside the
stranger and applied her mouth to his thing.

   Sandra played with her nipples while she watched her homely maid's head
bob up and down on Stew's cock.  "So who's going to get off first,
ass-wipe? Just how big of a looser are you?"

   His legs were already going stiff and his hips trembled.  Desperately he
tried to hold back the growing pressure in his balls.  Being around this
incredible woman was simply too much.  Having her pussy mashed to his face
and her taunting words filling his ears was set his cock ablaze.

   Already he had drunk down an unbelievable amount of creamy nectar from
Sandy's cunt.  The thought of all that semen from all those men at first
made him queasy but something about the act of sucking it down from
Sandra's hole made it intensely thrilling.  He lowered his head a fraction
and sucked her erect clit between his teeth.

   Sandra hissed in response.  Her hips twisted of their own accord and her
pussy sent little shocks of need through her body.  She dug her fingernails
into the sensitive flesh of her tits and raked them.  "Oh god, I'm close."

   Stewart chewed gently on her throbbing clit.  He pushed two and then
three fingers into her slot.  For a time she was very loose there and he
spread his fingers wide and moved them around her hot confines.  A twist of
her hips signaled another pre-orgasmic seizure and his fingers were
squeezed powerfully.

   Panting rapidly as her body struggled to find release, Sandra's hands
clutched Juanita's head.  Sandy struggled to keep her body's desperation
out of her voice.  "Can't you make him shoot, little puta?  Maybe you
aren't trying hard enough." She pressed down harshly on the woman's head.
Though she gagged, she did not struggle against her mistress's insistent
hands.  "Suck the whole thing." Sandra said breathlessly.

   Tears running down her cheeks, Juanita shifted her head and let the
bulbous helmet of Stewart's penis wedge itself into her throat.  Choking
and struggling to breathe, her head descended the last couple inches and
her lips pressed against his wiry pubes.

   Everything happened at once then.  Watching her maid struggle to obey,
gagging and choking as she deep-throated this stranger gave Sandra new
thrills of power.  She felt Stewart snuffle and thrash beneath her as his
cock was completely engulfed.  His sucking lips yanked on her clit and
Sandra climaxed hard.  She wailed wordlessly.

   Juanita's struggles with his cock, Sandra's domineering and the way her
cunt grabbed and held onto his fingers all combined to make Stewart blast
his load deep into the maid's gullet.

   Sandra's hands stayed on the back of Juanita's head as her body burned
through yet another orgasm.  The maid couldn't breathe.

   Only when the last tiny tremors had finally left her body did Mrs. 
Bennett let the woman up.  Juanita's head jerked free.  Her usually
grayish-brown face was a shocking purple.  She gasped and coughed,
collapsing onto her side.  Her head was swimming from lack of oxygen.

   Sandra rose smoothly to her feet, feeling re-invigorated.  Leaving
Stewart and Juanita behind like a child's forgotten toys, she moved among
the rest of the men.

   It hadn't been that long since each had deposited their seed in her. 
For the third time.  They were all still limp.

   She wandered among the idle men slowly, touching them softly on arms and
shoulders.  "What's it going to take to get you hard again?" she asked. 
"Come on guys, I know you got more to give me."

   She sauntered into the middle of the room and stepped up onto the
ottoman.  She presented herself to the men.  "Who among you will give me
what I need first?" she asked.  Her fingers trailed down along the heaving
sides of her breasts.  She gently pinched a nipple.  Her eyes drooped with
pleasure and longing.

   Sandy's hips swayed seductively.  She traced the contours of her
engorged labia delicately.  "Who will claim the prize?  Who is the true
stud among you?"

   "I'm offering myself to you.  My body is yours...  all you have to do is
come claim it." She said huskily.  Turning this way and that atop her tiny
stage, Stacy's hands roamed her body as she displayed enough sensuality to
set ice on fire.

   Still, it took several long minutes of silent dance and sensual begging
before a man stepped forward.  Sandra's mouth widened in a grin, her eyes
sparkling.  "Oh, Jerome, I just knew it would be you!  Your beautiful cock
makes my hot pussy so happy!"

   She stepped down off the footstool and spread her arms wide.  She was
three or four inches taller than the compact black man and it seemed
natural for him to bend down and kiss a hard nipple as he entered her
embrace.  The solid hunk of meat between his legs slid between her thighs.
She closed her legs around him and wiggled back and forth, luxuriating in
the feel of his hot velvety shaft against her crease.

   She gently pulled his head away from her body and looked into his eyes.
"I am going to make love to your amazing cock and give you pleasure you
will never forget." She whispered.  She bent her mouth to his and kissed
him with a promise of passion.

   She pulled him to a nearby couch and sprawled down into it.  One leg
went high on the back and the other dropped to the floor.  She was spread
out before her dark lover.  "I've done enough fucking for the moment.  Now
I want to make love." She said in a voice dripping with lust.

   Jerome descended across her body, his hard shaft unerringly finding her
well-fucked hole.  Immediately her legs locked behind his and she wrapped
her long arms around his strong back.  Sandra's hips hunched up to meet
his.

   Staring into her eyes, Jerome delivered steady strokes.  She met each
one eagerly.  His slightly calloused hands were in constant movement across
her breasts.  In a very short time their flesh took on a pink glow.

   Sandra was practically purring.  "Talk to me Jerome.  Tell me how much
you love my body.  Let me know how my kitty feels around you gorgeous rod."

   Fighting to control his breathing, Jerome responded.  "You are the most
amazing woman I have ever met.  You are a goddess of sex.  The queen of
sluts."

   Sandra moaned.  Jerome felt her body shiver.  "Yes, I'm a slut.  I live
to fuck.  Tell me more!"

   "I just can't get over your pussy babe.  It can be tight like a virgin
and spread wide open to just swallow a guy whole.  You never run out of
juice, you're just hot and slick for hours and hours!"

   Sandy began shaking under the stud.  "I'm almost there, babe.  When I
start to cum I ain't ever gonna stop.  I want to fuck you and fuck you and
fuck you."

   "I want to feel it." He said.  "I want to feel this amazing cunt climax
all over my dick." To put an exclamation point on his statement, he jabbed
hard against her qwim.

   Sandra's head went back over the arm of the couch and her mouth opened
to release a sound of pure female ecstasy.  It rose from the pit of her
stomach, reverberated strongly through her chest and sprang loudly from her
wide-open throat.  "OOhhhaaaahhhhh!" Her pussy clamped down on his meat
like iron bands.

   Any thoughts of "making love" vanished.  Sandy's body demanded a
heavy-duty fucking.

   Sandra could only express her pleasure with animal sounds as her entire
body climaxed continuously.  Jerome struggled to maintain momentum inside
her tightly convulsing pussy.

   Eyes closed and mind drowning in lust, Sandra was unaware of the
approach of one of the other men.  Indeed, her pleasantly frazzled brain
had not spared a thought for her audience for some time.  So, she was taken
by surprise when a nicely solid six inch dick was thrust roughly into her
mouth.  She had left herself invitingly open and one of the men had taken
the opportunity to straddle her out-thrust head and fill her mouth.

   The flared head of the cock raced to the back of Sandy's throat.  Though
taken by surprise, she had no trouble taking his entire meat-stick. 
Instinctively, her lips closed around the hairy base of his cock.  Her
hands clutched at the guy's ass and she pulled him firmly against her face
letting his testacies enshroud her nose.

   After a minute more, she pulled her head away from the man skull-fucking
her.  Panting and shaking with arousal, she could barely speak.  "The
floor." She gasped as she heaved Jerome's body to the side.  He fell to the
floor but Sandra followed him down, her cunt's grasp on his cock keeping
him in place.  They landed heavily but they hardly noticed.

   Instantly, Sandra's hips her in movement as she fucked Jerome
mindlessly. Looking up, she grabbed the other man's slick cock and tugged
at it.  "My ass." She said.  "Fuck me up my slutty ass!"

   The man scrambled around to her backside.  As he knelt, Sandra arched
her back to present her soft brown hole to him.  He plunged in without
hesitation.  His weight forced her heavily down onto Jerome.  Both cocks
were impaled deep inside her and her wildly throbbing clit was compressed
against Jerome's groin.  Sandy screamed and tumbled back into a dazzling,
roiling climax.

   As her body was pummeled between the two beach studs, her eyes gazed
blankly at her audience.  Continuous orgasm prevented coherent thought but
she knew she wanted those hardening cocks.  She communicated that need with
smoldering eyes and an open mouth.  Another man came up to her.  Without a
word, her hand snaked out, wrapped around his hard member and pulled it to
her mouth.  She inhaled his cock.

   Filled with three cocks and cumming her ass off, Sandra was in her
element.  She guided Jerome's hands back to her tits and with an insistent
grip showed him that she wanted him to maul her melons roughly.  Once his
mammary attentions had been secured, one hand went down to her clit to rub
it fiercely while the other locked onto the balls of the man in her mouth.

   With her body completely engaged, Sandra's synapses opened wide and her
orgasm blew past all previous barriers.  It was an amazing, impossible
seeming sight.  Her body shook wildly but somehow she was able to maintain
the perfect rhythm for each of the three men fucking her.

   They vigorously worshiped the embodiment of sex while Sandra herself
savored an all-too-brief taste of nirvana.

   Jerome was the first to succumb to release, having been subjected to the
goddess's intense body by far the longest.  Never before in his life had he
roared with his climax at he did at that timeless moment.  He was oblivious
to the slobber and sweat raining down on him from the violent throat-fuck
taking place above his head.

   Pinned beneath Sandy and still locked in her incredible cunt, Jerome was
slow to soften.  Sandra continued to fuck him as the man behind her pounded
her ass ruthlessly.  He was screaming obscenities.  "Take it, you dirty
whore.  Slut.  You gorgeous fucking sex-beast!"

   The man in her ass was holding his own.  Sandra's skilled oral aerobics
brought the man in her mouth off next.  She gargled cum as he shot a thin
load down her gullet.

   Jerome's soft cock finally slipped out of her snatch.  Out of her mind
with lust, Sandra reared up against the man behind her.  He took an
involuntary step back and popped free of her rear chute.  Sandra knocked
him back onto the couch.  Legs wide, she squatted into his lap, guiding his
slimy cock back into her gaping ass.  Dropping down, her rosebud swallowed
his cock again.  She leaned back against him and lifted her legs.

   Sandra was not a small woman.  Only the deep and soft cushions of the
couch made her weight bearable for the man beneath her.

   "I want another in my ass!" Sandra screamed.  She hooked a couple
fingers into her reddened asshole alongside the cock already there.  "Give
me another fucking cock right here!"

   Someone answered the call.  Crouching down between her high-spread legs,
another nameless man probed at her elastic opening.  With surprisingly
little effort, the tip of his cock found purchase and he slid in alongside
his compatriot."

   "Oh fuck yes!  Look at that.  My dirty fucking ass can take anything you
can dish out!"

   The man on the floor fucked her while she frigged her pussy with both
hands.  The guy on the couch just focused on breathing under the load.

   In fact, the guy managed to hold out for many long minutes.  The man
between her legs came first.  Without thinking, he pulled out as he began
to cum and sprayed Sandra's stomach and pussy with his seed.

   Caught between orgasms for a moment, Sandra staggered to her feet. 
Turning, she looked down at the man sunk into the couch.  "You haven't come
yet.  Awesome." She said.  She picked up a wet towel and attended to his
soiled organ.  She was surprisingly gentle and his cock throbbed and
bounced intensely.

   When she deemed him clean, she flowed up onto the couch beside him and
pulled him into her arms.  So smoothly he barely knew what was happening,
she guided his rod indo her steamy cunt while kissing him deeply.

   With the amazing woman focusing all her lust on him, the man lasted
barely a minute more before dumping his payload into her.  Nevertheless, he
made Sandra cum yet again.

   After a brief interlude, the both rose.  The man faded into the
background while Sandra surveyed the field.  Three hard dicks remained.

   She knew exactly what she wanted from them.

   Returning to the ottoman, she bent over it, presenting her backside to
the assembled males.  "Line up, boys.  I want you one after another." She
ran a hand up and down the crease of her two holes.  "But don't cum.  I
want you to last and last.  So when you start getting too hot, tag in the
next hard cock.  Also, I only want you in my pussy.  I want your hard dicks
to stay nice and clean.  Take turns like good little boys and I bet you can
fuck me till dawn."

   The three remaining men nearly came to blows in the rush to be the first
to stick into her.  As two of them shoved at one another, the third claimed
the prize.

   "We'll wear you out yet, Cunt." He growled as his stomach slammed her
broad backside.

   Sandra laughed at that.  "Do it.  Please, wear my horny cunt out." She
didn't think a mere eight or nine men had a prayer of outlasting her but
she certainly was eager for them to try.

   The man went berserk, ramming his body into hers over and over again. 
"Oh god, fuck, yes.  Pound it in to me.  There's no such thing as too
hard!"

   His hand smacked her ass loudly.  "We're going to rip your horny cunt
up!" he yelled and spanked her again.

   With an animal groan, Sandy began to cum.  "Oh god, don't ever stop."

   Sandy's jiggling tits and elated moans were too much to bear.  One of
the two remaining men grabbed the guy fucking her and pulled him away.  His
enraged cock sprang free of her clasping cunt with a wet pop.  He snarled
at the man who had grabbed him and tried to push him away.

   Sandra nearly sobbed, "God damn it you fuckers, cut the crap and fuck
me!"

   The two men continued to scuffle.  Predictably, the third man slipped
into the opportunity and rammed his hot meat into Sandra.  He grabbed a
hank of hair and pulled her head back as he slammed into her over and over
again.  "You want to cum?" he growled.  "I'll make you cum all over my god
damned cock!"

   "Do it!" she screamed.  "Rip me apart if you have to.  Fuck the living
shit out of me!"

   The man was pulling on her hair viciously.  Charged with lust and
adrenaline, Sandra fought him, pulling at his grip with every stroke and
thrusting her ass against his body in the process.  Her hands dug into her
own breast and clawed at their engorged flesh.  "Arrgh." She screamed,
cumming again.

   The man rode the bitch like a horse for four or five minutes, driving
her through a series of intense orgasms.  It was during an especially
violent convulsion that she ripped her hair out of his grasp.  The man
stumbled back for a moment.  The others were on him in a heartbeat, once
again scrambling to claim the slut's dripping hole.

   What followed was truly hard to believe.  Those three men fucked Sandy
for an hour.  It couldn't really be said that they took turns...  they
never really settled in and played nice.  There was tension in every moment
of that intense spectacle, the men stalking one another, watching for an
opportunity to pounce and claim their place between Sandra's thighs.

   Sandra herself was driven deeper and deeper into her inner beast.  The
continuous, brutal pounding should have been painful.  It should have been
enough to tame a dozen horny twats but Sandy's insatiable pussy just took
everything the three men could throw at it.  The endless string of intense
orgasms it pumped through her body fed an infinite loop of animalistic
lust.

   She switched between knees and back from time to time.  Perhaps the most
amazing thing about it all was the way she was continuously fucking back at
the men.  She snarled commands and shouted praise.  She pumped and ground
and gyrated her hips without pause.

   She fucked the three men into a state of panting exhaustion.  Even after
everything else she had done that day, she was simply too much for them.

   Denis watched his wife the entire time.  He kept waiting for her to
tire. He kept expecting her to fall over in an exhausted stupor or to beg
them to let up on her abused cunt.  Hell, she should at least slow down a
little at some point.

   But Sandra Bennett did none of those things.  She was a raging animal of
lust that would not be denied.

   Seeing her this way made something twist inside Denis.  He's been
off-balance all day since the moment his wife hit him in the head with that
golf club.  Her anger and her cruelty had shocked him and then this display
of wonton and insatiable lust had blown his mind.  It had all left him
unable to cope.

   But something deep in his gut changed as he watched the three men
tag-team his horny, snarling wife.

   He left for a short time, going upstairs to quickly rummage through the
half-ton of latex, plastic and leather that the maid had brought home.  He
found a suitable implement and then returned to the scene.  He quietly
ushered the un-occupied men out the door.

   And then he watched and he waited for something in the frenzy in front
of him to give.