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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 4: Denis and Sandra push each other beyond all limits

   It was when they stopped fighting one another, simply too tired to go
on, that the first of three men taking turns fucking Sandy finally released
his creamy load into her womb.  The man collapsed to the floor.  It was
nearly a minute before his replacement staggered into position.  Sandy was
on her back at that point and wrapped her legs around his hips.  He bent
over her tiredly, bracing his arms on the ottoman above her shoulders while
she humped her hot mound desperately.  "You gonna cum too?  You guys ready
to surrender so soon?"

   The man came with almost a whimper.

   Sandra didn't wait for the final guy.  As soon as her most recent victim
stepped out of the way, she was on her feet.  She grabbed the last guy and
rode him down onto the carpet.  She shoved his moderately thick meat into
her soupy hole and rode him vigorously.  "Didn't you promise to wear me
out?" she mocked.  "Guess what.  I'm not worn out yet!" Her grasping pussy
pulled the sperm from his balls with contemptuous ease.

   Slowly, Sandy ran her tightly wound pussy up the man's softening member,
milking the final dregs.  Laughing with triumph, she rose to her feet and
stood above him.

   Her other two most recent conquests were strewn about the floor but as
Sandra Bennett looked around, she realized that the rest of the beach bunch
were nowhere to be seen.  She turned as her husband stepped in close behind
her.  "Where did everyone go?" she asked.

   "I told them to call it a day." Denis said.  He put a hand on her
shoulder.  "The rest of these guys should be going too."

   Sandy tried to turn on her husband but he held her in place, gripping
her shoulder roughly.  "What the hell?" she asked.  "I wasn't done with
them.  I was going to break out some of my new toys and let them watch me
fuck myself."

   Denis gently kicked the man at their feet.  "Go on, take a hike.  My
wife and I need some alone time."

   Sandra knocked his hand away and spun on him as the others scrambled
into their clothes.  "I said I'm not done with them, shit for brains!" she
snarled.  Then she seemed to have a second thought.  "Although, I guess you
could just go out to the beach and find me some more fresh meat."

   Denis grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.  His teeth showed
through a phony smile.  "You're not going to need any meat but mine, babe."
his voice one of mocking tender affection.

   Sandy chortled.  "Hoh-oh-oh, look who thinks he found his balls." She
answered.  He still had her head forced back or she would have looked down
at the balls in question.  Instead, her hand found his hard shaft.  She
couldn't hide the shiver of anticipation that rushed through her body when
she felt its solid heat.  "Well, at least you managed to get it up again. I
suppose you deserve some credit for that."

   They were alone now, the last of the erstwhile studs already out the
patio door and heading down to the beach.  Denis clutched one of her heavy
tits in a big hand and half-drug her to the column next to the breakfast
bar.

   He shifted his grip from hair to neck and pressed her against the post.
He got right in her face.  "You know what really pisses me off about what
you've done?"

   "Are you unhappy because I don't grovel on my knees at the sight of your
horse dick like every other bimbo in the world?" she asked with a
shit-eating grin.

   Denis's shoulders heaved with feigned tolerant impatience.  "No, it was
that fucking cock ring.  I don't need that shit, Sandy."

   She opened her mouth to retort but he raised his throttling hand from
her neck to her chin, clamping her mouth shut.  He raised her up on her
tip-toes.  "Shut up and listen to me, bitch.  You've been half a degree
warmer than frigid since I met you.  Now you tell me it was all some kind
of act.  What, like part of a twelve step program or something?" She fought
the pressure of his hand but a careful observer would have noticed that she
wasn't fighting very hard.

   Sandy simply was not afraid.  She had complete confidence in her ability
to deal with any male, one way or another.  What a seductive smile couldn't
achieve, a knee to the nuts would.  At the moment, she was far more
interested in what her husband thought he could achieve than in breaking
his hold.

   "So, you beat up a girl, terrorize the help and then act like I'm not
man enough for you?  I got news for you, bitch; fucking a room full of
wannabes proves nothing."

   He picked something up from the counter.  Sandy didn't have a chance to
see what it was before he pressed it against her mouth.  Hard rubber mashed
against her lips.  Crossing her eyes, she looked down at the big red mass
of rubber.  It was one of the butt plugs Juanita had purchased.

   She opened her mouth and let Denis force it in.  It was big, about three
inches across at the flare.  Her jaw stretched wide, her teeth scraping
hard against the dense rubber as the widest point.  The tapered tip pressed
against the back of her throat.

   "I don't need a cock ring or a room full of 'help' to fuck you into
submission.  All I need is a hot bitch begging me to pound her till her
teeth shake loose."

   He pulled the butt plug out of her mouth.  "Well?" he asked.

   She was thrilled with Denis's attempt at dominance.  She hadn't known
how he would react to being pushed...  he could have folded or he could
stand up and roar.  He hadn't folded yet.  Being the slightly psychotic
bitch that she was, Sandra just pushed harder.

   "Big talk.  Too bad it's all bullshit.  You already had your chance. 
Don't you remember?  I had to send you out for reinforcements because you
pooped out before I really even got started."

   Denis pressed his body against hers.  His enormous cock burned a thick
line up her stomach, nearly reaching her breasts.  His hand went back to
her jaw, his thumb digging painfully into the soft flesh between neck and
chin.  "Does it feel like I'm "pooped out", bitch?"

   He half threw her in the direction of a couch.  She stumbled into it and
he was on her again immediately.  He forcefully bent her over an arm and
securely wrapped a hand in her hair.  "Like I said, you've been playing at
being frigid for years babe.  You took me by surprise is all.  I didn't
really believe your ranting until I got to watch you fuck your way through
all those guys."

   He bent low over her back, putting his mouth next to her ear.  Sandra
felt the big red toy press against her browneye.  "That was really hot by
the way.  You really tore through them.  Almost awe-inspiring really."

   The plug wiggled against her shitter as if in anticipation.  "So now I
know.  You're a hot mega-slut with a body built to take a pounding and just
beg for more." As he said 'more', he rammed the butt plug past Sandra's
sphincter as hard as he could.

   Sandra had recently taken two cocks up her ass without really breaking a
sweat; the big plug was considerably larger.  Mega-slut or not, Sandy's
brown hole was still mortal flesh and blood.  She didn't want to give Denis
the satisfaction but when the resulting scream tore through her throat, she
couldn't restrain it.

   Denis actually chuckled.  "What was that hon?  I didn't understand
that."

   Sandra gritted her teeth and tried to breathe normally.  The shot of
pain had been short-lived.  The full feeling in her ass was very
stimulating.

   Gathering her will, Sandra laughed and wiggled her ass.  "I said 'more',
shit for brains.  Are you going to fuck me or just try to talk me to
death?"

   Denis was silent and still for a moment.  Sandra was about to say
something more when he viciously yanked her head back by her hair while
simultaneously ramming his long, thick and angry cock into her swollen
cunt. "Like that, bitch?" he yelled.  Her back was arched like a bow and
she strained against him.

   He jerked his hips back and then rammed into her again.  "Tell me how
you want it slut.  This is your last chance.  Do I fuck you like a wife or
do you want me to tear you up like a whore?"

   Still pulled back in a painful bow, Sandra's voice was strained but
strong.  "You better be able to back up that talk, tough guy.  I've got
just two words for you..."

   She pulled hard against his hair-hold and ground her ass against him. 
The hard rubber base of the plug dug into his stomach below the navel and
her slavering pussy slobbered against his groin and dripped sex onto his
balls.  "Bring it!"

   Denis growled like a pack of dogs and nearly ripped her scalp clean off.
He delivered a barrage of fast and powerful thrusts that put any jackhammer
to shame.

   Sandra put her hands behind her head and clutched desperately onto her
hair.  It really did feel like her husband was about to tear it out in
bloody roots.  She almost began to laugh as she found herself playing
tug-of-war with her own tresses.  She was able to take some of the tension
off her scalp which was all she was worried about.

   She sure as hell didn't want him to stop.  "Oh god you animal.  That's
it!  Fuck, yes!"

   Sandy didn't think her man would be able to keep up the pace for long
but for the moment, he had become the best fuck of her life.  Eleven inches
of hard and angry man-flash was brutally pummeling her deepest recesses. 
Her tits were shaking violently with every impact and her ass was packed
solid with rubber.

   Even their tug-of-war with her hair excited the slut, hinting that she
could lose control of the situation.  Sandra was *always* the dominant
partner.  Even now she did not really fear that that control might slip
away from her but the prospect of having a man genuinely try to dominate
her made her spine buzz with even greater excitement.

   Needless to say, the insatiable bitch-goddess began to climax almost
immediately.

   "Unbelievable." Denis panted as he continued to ream his wife out in a
way for which he had no comparison.  How could any woman take such a
pounding much less get off on it?  "You're the fucking animal."

   Sandy groaned and panted in a state of constant pleasure.  Her voice
jarred with each slapping impact.  "Oh you poor SOB.  You fucking woke up
the beast, little man.  Do your worst.  In the end, I will fuck you into
the ground and you will beg for mercy!"

   Denis's only answer was tighten his grip on her hair and jab his
enormous shaft into her gushing hole over and over and over again.

   And again and again.

   Slowly, amidst the burning fog of continuous pleasure soaking Sandra's
brain, a sense of genuine appreciation grew.  Reluctantly and against her
deranged nature, the sex beast was beginning to respect Denis's prowess. 
His amazing, enormous cock continued to rampage through her soaking pink
passage long past the woman's ability to keep track.

   Eventually, he released her hair and her body was free to drop down onto
the couch.  Her ass propped high in the air by the plush arm, Denis grabbed
onto her hips with an iron grip and continued to repeatedly drive their
bodies together as if he were the demented offspring of a machine gun and a
battering ram.

   He was puffing and sweating profusely but there seemed to be no waning
of his vigor.  He did pause a few moments at one point.  Before Sandy's
rattled noggin could understand the cessation of movement, he yanked the
butt plug from her ass.  Again, the passage of its enormous flare made her
shriek.  Laughing at her, he immediately slammed it back into her dark
passage.  Sandra choked, for a moment having no breath to scream.

   When the big toy pushed its way back into her body, pushing aside her
innards, her pussy gushed for a moment like a faucet.

   Then Denis shot his cock back into that flood, sending her spray
everywhere.

   The beast within Sandra Bennett thrived on the assault.  Had she had
enough mind left to speak, she would have showered praise on the man she
had married.

   After too many minutes of pounding to count, Denis grabbed his wife's
hair again.  He withdrew his still rampant member from her hole and pulled
her to her feet.  The couch arm and the carpet beneath their feet were
drenched with her juices.  He shoved her around the corner and back onto
the couch.  She yelped when the impact made the butt plug dig into her
colon but her eyes remained bright with lust.  She looked up at her husband
and his magnificent rod.

   His voice was horse and his breathing labored.  He stroked his dripping
prong and looked down at her.  "I dare you to ask for more, cunt."

   She graced him with a smile of arrogant lust that would have brought
lesser men to immediate climax.  "I prefer to let my body speak for me."
She said.  She spread her legs wide and slid her ass forward.  Her hand
took hold of the red plug's base.

   Briefly, she spun and wiggled the heavy rubber around her rectum.  Then,
she slowly began to pull it out.  Denis watched her slimy anal ring stretch
further and further as the fat flare of the toy fought to emerge from her
steamy recesses.

   The enormous width made her ass sting but it was worth it to see her
husband's eyes grow wider and wider as she slowly stretched her ass.  As
her sphincter finally reached the widest and most painful part of the toy,
she halted its journey.  The pain was making her pant but the charge she
got out of displaying her body's capacity for carnal punishment far
outweighed it.

   "Do you see this stud?  What does this tell you?" she asked.  With a
jerk, she yanked the plug the rest of the way out of her ass.  She let it
drop to the floor with a thud.  She lay there with her legs nearly in
splits and her ass gaping wide open.  It opened and closed, beckoning her
man to enter.

   Denis's mind went blank, overwhelmed by what he was seeing.  Without a
word, he fell forward against her and pressed his cock into the calling
passage.  He fucked her ass with a relentless rhythm, hands latched onto
her tits like handlebars.  She dug her fingers into her qwim and ascended
swiftly to an orgasmic peak and rode its wave in a flurry of yells and
curses.

   "Oh God, so fucking deep.  Shit, I love your cock.  Fuck me.  Fuck me.
Oh wow, I love watching that monster split my ass." She gibbered.  Denis
began stroking entirely out of her ass before popping the flared head of
his cock back past her sphincter and ramming deep into her each time.

   Constant orgasms caused Sandy's cunt to flow with her juices.  It poured
down to her ass.  Each time Denis withdrew his cock, her gaping bunghole
gulped down the steaming brew.  Her husband's steady strokes had the effect
of pumping more and more pussy juice into her ass.

   Denis had finally impressed his wife.  He had surpassed all of her
previous lovers by several orders of magnitude.  Not only did he have an
awesome piece of meat, he knew how to use it.  And now he was displaying
staying power that frankly shocked Sandy.  No single man had ever driven
hey body to such a high level of pleasure for so long.

   His sweating, panting body collapsed across her after nearly half an
hour of relentless ass-reaming.  He was exhausted.  Weak-kneed, he slid
down her body and onto the floor.  Sandra's eye locked on his still-rampant
manhood.  She slid down on top of him, pushing him onto his back.  "Need a
rest babe?  You earned it.  You're magnificent."

   Sandra was usually pretty careful about the filth associated with anal
sex.  She had seen to the cleaning of every cock that had been in her ass
that day.  But it had been a long day and her ass had seen a lot of
traffic. Denis had pumped so much girl-cum in and out of her colon.  When
she knelt to stroke and lick his tool, she could discern no trace of her
shit.

   She gently ran her hands up and down his shaft.  It jumped and pulsed in
response, slightly swelling still larger.  Sandy's slutty ass was a little
sore now but her cunt was eager to be filled again.  Seeing the head of her
husband's cock grow tight while its hole yawned open made her empty puss
seize up and her juices squeeze out.

   She dug her tongue into his piss-hole.  Denis's cock was so big that she
could force a good inch of her pointed pink organ down into it.  Denis
shuddered but somehow still did not cum.  "Christ, I think I'm really
falling in love." She half muttered.

   Sandra lifted her leg over his body, aimed the fat head at her gaping
pink hole and sunk down onto his prong.  She laid her body down atop his
and gazed into his eyes.  "Don't cum." She said.  "Fight it.  I'm going to
make love to you.  My hot cunt is going to do things to your cock that
would make a eunuch cream but don't cum."

   She kissed him on the lips and surprised him with her tenderness.  Then
she whispered to him.  "You're good babe.  Best I've ever had.  Give me
what I need."

   Her body seemed to flow like clay as she made love to her man.  Her
pillowy breasts slid around his sweat-slicked chest and her hips were in
constant motion.  She twisted and swayed and ran her pussy up and down his
shaft in a wide variety of sweeps and jerks.  Her internal muscles caressed
every magnificent inch of his cock.

   Soon she began to tremble, suppressing her own need to climax.  Rarely
had she had the luxury of holding back her arousal and letting it build
like this.  She hoped to build up the delicious pressure of need inside
herself and release it when she finally forced her man to erupt.

   Denis was trembling too now.  His legs were stiff and his toes curled
and straightened in eagerness.  Resisting the amazing things his wife was
doing to his cock was torture but he was determined to outlast her.  After
a day of shocks and surprises, he had finally asserted control over himself
at least if not the situation as a whole.

   Sandra's hands clawed at the carpet and her knees bounced and ground
wildly.  She was hissing and groaning.  "Oh god I'm almost there.  I can't
hold it..." Her forehead knocked into his chin and she pressed every
possibly millimeter of her body against his.  "OH baby, cum with me!  I'm
there.  Oh god, now, let it go.  Fill me up with your hot white jizz!" she
barely managed to force the last words out as a forty kiloton bomb
detonated at her core.

   She was eagerly waiting for Denis's eruption to blast her inner chamber
and was shocked into incomprehension when he said in a firm voice, "No."

   Denis took hold of his wife's meaty ass and jerked her convulsing hips
away from his groin.  With a snorting heave he rammed himself up to her. 
"I'm not done fucking you yet, slut.  Cum all over my cock, cunt." He
jacked himself in and out of her gushing sex.

   Sandra lost her mind.  She had forced her body to the very peak of its
sexual capacity before finally succumbing to orgasmic release.  Her husband
was supposed to join her in that release so they could both ride the rocket
together.  But Denis still held back and continued using his enormous cock
to pillage her cunt.  Sandra had never before experienced anything like
it...  it was actually too much for her body.  She had managed to red-line
her arousal, a rare and wonderful accomplishment, only to have the
magnificent stud she had married just pour more gasoline onto the fire.

   Wailing mindlessly as every sense overloaded, Sandra came like a fucking
supernova for about two minutes before passing out.

   Denis watched in triumph as her eyes glazed over.  When she slumped
across him completely dead to the world, he very nearly lost control.  But
it would have been some kind of deviant travesty to shoot her full of his
passion when she wasn't awake to experience it.

   He rolled her limp body off his.  His rampant cock slapped against his
stomach as her worn gash finally released it.  He looked down at the
monster between his legs with pride.

   Even in his moment of victory Denis was not a complete fool.  He knew
that eight other men had had a role in blunting his wife's insatiable
appetite.  But she had claimed to have out-fucked twenty men at one time...
there was no denying that Denis had proven his own worth.

   Still hard as an axe handle, Denis got to his feet and looked down at
the woman he had married.  Damn, she was hot.  Not perfectly toned and a
bit "big boned" but very definitely built for sex.  She had certainly
proven that over the course of the day.

   Sandra began to stir.  Her mind was a confused jumble.  It took a moment
before those last moments of impossible ecstasy came back to her.  With a
gasp she opened her eyes.

   It was a first.  Not in all the years of her unrestrained debauchery had
she lost consciousness.  She had let men and the occasional woman do some
wild and perverted things to her and had cum in buckets but nothing had
ever fried her circuits like that.  Denis's sudden assertion of control
just as she pushed herself to maximum arousal had caused her to overload.

   He was standing above her, his cock still hard and almost menacing. 
When their eyes met, he grinned down at her.  "That shut you up."

   Feeling weak, she struggled to sit up.  She leaned on leaden arms and
stared up at his angry red log.  "You win." She said barely above a mumble.
"You're the best.  Want to know what your prize is?" she asked.

   He tilted his head in inquiry.  As she looked up at him her eyes seemed
to clear.  A smile spread across her face...  a smile that was both
challenge and surrender all in one.  "You get to keep fucking the shit out
of me."

   Denis was beyond surprise.  "Right" he said.  He bent down, grabbed her
by the hair and lifted her bodily to kneel before him.  He pressed his
apple-sized helmet against her mouth.  "Prove to me you're really ready for
more." He ordered.

   Sandra opened her mouth wide and let him force his dick between her
teeth.  She put a hand on his shaft and tried to pull more into her gullet.

   There was no hope of swallowing his log.  It was physically impossible
for the enormous head to pass into her throat.  But Sandy was willing to
choke herself on the magnificent thing.

   Despite everything, even getting fucked unconscious, there was still a
hard core of ravenous arousal burning inside the woman.  She was eager to
discover what her man was still capable of.

   Denis let her gag on his meat for a while before yanking her to her
feet. Locking her eyes to his, he bent his knees and pressed his cock to
her ravaged slit.  Then he straightened, running his big bulbous log into
her body.

   Sandra's groin bottomed out on Denis's, smashing her clit between their
bodies.  She gasped and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.  He
actually lifted her off her feet and her hands clutched at his arms to keep
from going over backwards.

   Stacy wrapped her legs around Denis and he dug his fingers into her
plaint ass.  He carried her not inconsiderable mass to the stairs.  "I'm
going to plant your ass in our bed and fuck your lights out a couple more
times." He huffed.

   He was lifting his foot to the first step when Sandra crunched down on
his dick with her phenomenal pussy muscles.  "Not a chance, babe." She
said, her nails clawing at his back.  "My hungry cunt is going to wring you
dry."

   The eye-popping pressure of Sandy's constricting hole made him stumble
and he lurched for the railing.  Growling he heaved their conjoined bodies
up a couple steps and then paused.  "Your hungry cunt is going to get its
fill of my big meat log long before it tastes my cream." He said.  She
laughed at his lame boast but it turned into a shriek when he bounced her
roughly several times.

   When she recovered control of her voice she said, "What are you trying
to do, snap your cock off?  That would be a shame just when I'm getting to
like it."

   In a rush Denis made it to the top of the stairs and slammed Sandra
against the wall.  Her legs dropped but did not reach the ground.  Denis
fucked into her brutally, slamming her into the plaster.  "What's going to
give first, bitch, you or the wall?" he snarled.

   Sandra still knew no fear and perhaps not much sanity.  She raised her
legs, curling them along Denis's flanks and fought to thrust back against
each of his pinning attacks.  The back of her skull bounced off the
sheetrock over and over again.  "When you said (*ugh*) you were (*ugh*)
going to fuck (*ugh*) my lights out (*ugh*), I didn't think (*ugh*) you
meant give me (*ugh*) a concussion!"

   Denis ground against his wife a final time, driving her higher up the
wall before pulling away abruptly.  Sandra fell on her ass, slightly dazed.

   The door to their bedroom was only a few feet away.  Denis grabbed her
by an ankle and drug her thru it and to their bed.  Dropping her at its
side, he settled across the rumpled and stained bedding, lying on his back.
"If you're fucking cunt is really still hungry, haul you ass up here and
fuck me."

   Denis expected some kind of pause or rejoinder.  What he got was a
blurred flash of peaches and cream as his sex-maddened wife scrambled onto
the bed and threw herself atop him.  She had his tool buried balls-deep in
her ever-ready slit before he got the expected quip.  "Shut up and fuck!"

   What followed is arguably impossible.  Certainly unbelievable.

   It actually didn't take too long for Sandy's determined efforts to force
her man to cum.  When the moment came she jumped of his seizing body and
stared down the barrel of his cannon, pumping it between her hands.  When
it erupted, she let the hot ropes of cum splash across her face and chest,
laughing with delight.

   When Denis twisted beneath her and hauled her onto her hands and knees,
knelt behind her and rammed his still dribbling cock up her ass, Sandra's
hands went to her clit in a flash.  If Denis thought he could impress her
by fucking her a little while longer while his cock went soft, she wasn't
going to dissuade him; maybe she could squeeze out one more quick orgasm.

   She was cumming for the fourth time before she was convinced that her
husband wasn't going to get soft.  The enormous dick once again auguring in
and out of her ass was every bit as hard as ever.  "Oh my fucking god, YES!
I can't fucking believe it.  Where have you been all my life?"

   "I've been sleeping in bed next to you every night for years, crazy
bitch."

   "Oh fuck.  Do me a favor, babe.  Anal is great but it's really my pussy
that wants that beautiful monster.  Let me make love to you."

   Hours later, long after the sun had gone down, Denis's impossibly
resilient cock was still buried deep in his wife's equally amazing pussy.
Sandra had cum so hard and so often she could hardly remember her own name.
Once, when the room was filled with the red-orange glow of a Pacific
sunset, Sandra had driven herself to pass out again.  He was still lodged
inside her when she awoke a few minutes later.

   He came inside her once as the last hint of twilight-gray sky gave way
to the black of night but still he remained hard in her.

   They both passed out from exhaustion (and possibly dehydration) with
cock and cunt still locked together.

   Both felt half dead the next day.  Even Sandy's demented lust was abated
by her physical discomfort if not actually sated.

   But her re-awakened lust was playing upon her mind and she was very much
looking forward to her new life with the impossible stud she discovered in
her bed.
   Boondocker