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   Sandy Bennett: Unleashing the Bitch (MF, MFF, FF, anal, non cons, viol
(mild)) 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.
When Sandy catches her husband with a young bimbo, she is seriously
pissed.  Sandy is a big, physical woman with a mean streak and years of

pent-up desire.  She goes on something of a rampage.



   Part 2: Sandra catches her cheating husband and wreaks havoc.

   The girl was just beginning to get back into rhythm after her most
recent orgasm when Denis noticed movement out of the corner of his eye.

   Something hard smashed into the side of his head.  The blow stung like
hell but didn't so much stun him as confuse him.

   "You fucking sack of shit!" a voice screamed at him.

   "Sandra!" he yelped, trying to cover his head with his hands.  Before he
was able to protect himself, his wife jabbed his skull with the titanium
driver a second time.

   "You stupid fucking bastard" she screamed.  There's no way of knowing
whether she was using the deadly weapon in her hands like a prod because
she didn't actually want to kill him or merely because she was too mad to
think to use the golf club properly.  She could have lined up on his head
like a tee and sprayed his brains across the wall.

   Denis had his arms wrapped around his head now, protecting his cranium.
The beach babe was babbling a string of panicked questions but hadn't made
a move to get off him yet.

   Sandra jumped up on the bed.  She kicked him in the side, hard.  She
kicked him again.  She was only wearing socks but she was hitting the soft
organs below his rib cage where she could really do some damage. 
Fleetingly, an image of Sandra kicking and stomping on him while wearing
golf cleats flashed before his eyes and Denis got really scared.

   He'd never seen Sandra really and truly mad before.  She could be catty
with the best of them but it was a shallow thing; mean-spirited, yes, but
still basically a form of play.  However, there had always been a little
something dangerous about his wife, something suggesting that her sanity
and composure were delicate facades...  it used to add a little something
to their relationship but now Denis felt himself going pale with fear.

   There was no telling what she was capable of.

   She was still wearing her stylish golf ensemble of short pants and a
polo shirt.  Denis knew there was a hefty sports bra under it keeping her
heavy tits in check.  She looked kind of cute in a mature sort of way.  Her
luxuriously curled, shoulder-length brown hair was technically her natural
color but it was augmented by artistically applied highlights until it
shown like amber.  Of course, the effect was ruined by her red face and the
look of snarling rage that was on it.

   "And who the hell are you, cunt?" She roared, turning on the girl.  She
slapped her hard, not across the cheek but to the ear and temple, rocking
the girl on her phallic perch.

   The beach bunny actually had some spine in her and she recovered quickly
from the blow.  "What the hell's your problem, lady?" She spat back.

   That was followed by a pregnant pause of little more than a second
before Sandra erupted, "You're fucking my husband you stupid skank!" This
was followed by a closed fist to the jaw.  Sandra really let her have it
and the girl was slow to shake it off.

   Sandra stepped behind the girl.  Where the beach babe was lean and
rather short, Sandra was built just a size or two under valkyrie status. 
Statuesque, as they say.  She was a little soft through the middle but her
leisure activities of golf and frequent tennis had kept her legs firm and
lent a hint of muscle to her arms.  She was 5'10" and built to military
spec.

   She was a pissed off valkyrie.  The girl screwing her husband was still
shaking the cobwebs loose when Sandra hooked the shaft of her golf club
across her throat and pulled back with both hands.  She planted a knee in
the middle of her deeply tanned back.  No, she wasn't trying the kill the
girl, not right then, but she was going to make her suffer.

   "What's her name, asshole?" Sandra's voice was horse.  There were tears
as well as murder in her eyes.  The girl was sputtering and turning red. 
She had both hands on the shaft that threatened to cut off her air supply,
struggling.  Sandra was too big, too strong and too angry for there to be
much hope of escape.

   "Jeeze, Sandy, what are you doing?  Let her go!"

   Sandra twisted her hands around the club, her knuckles white and red
with tension.  "I said, what's the cunt's name?"

   "I...  I don't know.  Let her go Sandy.  Don't do something stupid here.
Baby, I'm sorry..." Denis was holding up his hands, pleading.  The girl was
still impaled on his cock and he felt trapped beneath her.

   "You're sorry?  You don't even know the bitch's name?  This isn't the
first time you've screwed around, is it?" she asked menacingly.  The girl
now felt like she was fighting for her life, gasping for tiny sips of air.
Sandra's iron grip and superior leverage were unyielding.

   Suddenly, it did yield.  The girl gasped with relief, breathing the
sweet air deeply.  Tears were streaming down her face and her nose was
running.  She'd had a spine but in the face of Sandra's onslaught it had
shriveled to nothing.  The girl was scared.  "What's your name, girlie?"
Sandra asked, her forehead pressed to the girl's.

   The girl was still searching for breath and sobbing at the same time. 
When she didn't answer quickly enough, Sandra hit the side of her head with
the shaft of the driver.  "I asked you what your name is, cunt."

   "Candice." she choked.

   "Candice, huh?  You like my husband's big cock, Candice?" Sandra placed
the club across Candice's throat again, threatening her.  "You like
screwing married men, cunt?"

   "I didn't know." Candice cried, her hands struggling to keep the deadly
club away from her windpipe.  Sandra barely noticed the girl's attempts.

   "Didn't know huh?  Yeah, didn't know, didn't care, didn't think it
really mattered, I bet." There was an ominous pause.  "You fucking little
bitch." She screamed.  She tightened her grip and began choking Candice
again.

   Sneering at Denis she said, "She seems like a tight little honey.  Is
that the way you like them, asshole?  Was she suitably frightened by your
big horse dick?" Denis was waving his hands and shaking his head.  He was
desperate for the words to calm his wife down but couldn't find them.

   "She couldn't take it all, could she?" she released pressure on Candice
again.  She bent over and shouted into her ear, "Well, bitch, were you
woman enough to take all of my man's meat?"

   Both Denis and Candice were at a loss for words.  Actually answering the
question seemed pointless.

   Sandra was still boiling mad.  She flung the club across the room where
it put a dent in the wall.  Denis was momentarily relieved, believing the
worst was over.  But, still standing on the bed behind Candice, she wrapped
her hands around the girl's neck.  Snarling she said, "I bet I can make you
take every inch."

   With those words, Sandra began pounding the girl up and down onto her
husband's erect penis.  Despite his panic and despair, he had remained hard
inside Candice's struggling body.  Now his wife tried to use the girl's
body like some kind of perverse, inverted butter churn.  "Take it, bitch"
his wife was screaming, "Take it all.  Every fucking inch of the bastard's
big fucking dick." Candice had her hands on Sandra's arms, not struggling
so much as hanging on for dear life, desperately trying to avoid a broken
neck.

   Perversely, Candice barely felt the abuse her womb was taking.  Yes, it
felt like she was being battered to pieces but her mind was fully occupied
by the hands around her neck and the mad-woman attached to them.

   With her rage-fueled strength, the little slut seemed to weigh nothing
to Sandra.  Up and down, up and down.  She'd beat the little slut's innards
to a pulp using her husband's adulterous prick and then, after the girl was
bleeding and unconscious, she'd cut the fucking thing off.

   Suddenly, at just the right lucky moment, Candice twisted and jerked
herself forward, slipping loose of Sandra's grip.  With adrenaline-powered
speed, she scrambled away, pulling herself off Denis's cock.  It popped
free with an un-noticed spray of fluids.

   With a wordless scream, Sandra lept after the girl but she was too
quick. Candice scampered off the bed, heading for the balcony door,
instinctively seeking daylight.

   Sandra grabbed for her trailing hair, briefly catching a few strands but
not enough to slow her down.  The valkyrie stepped down off the bed to
pursue the skank but felt a hand clamp down on her ankle.  She stumbled to
the floor.  Denis followed her down, trying to pin her.  "Jesus fuck,
Sandy, that's enough.  That's way past enough.  Are you nuts?"

   Sandra almost laughed at that since his last word almost perfectly
coincided to the forceful meeting of her knee and his scrotum.  Denis's
breath left him and he cringed involuntarily.  He managed to stay on top of
his deranged wife but was desperately trying to protect his nuts from a
second blow.  He was stuck between two choices...  either maintain leverage
or protect his nads.  He tended towards the later.  Sandra's powerful legs
bucked and kicked and she rolled her husband off and scrambled to her feet.

   He reached for her leg again but she kicked loose.  Puffing, his big
cock still adamantly erect, he struggled to his feet.  He still had that
queasy feeling in his guts.

   Sandra was making a bee-line for the balcony and Denis stumbled after
her.  He couldn't see where Candice had gotten to.

   Denis's long, desperate strides were enough to catch up to Sandra.  He
caught her by the arm, no longer caring if his grip hurt her.  His wife
wasn't too concerned either.  She whipped her free elbow back at his face,
connecting hard across the eye socket and forcing him to release his grip.

   Denis was seeing stars and stooped over with his hands across his face,
cussing his wife.  He didn't see that she had turned to face him.  He had
no warning before a vicious spinning kick buried her heel into his side.

   Sandra's parents had sent her to an exclusive high school that billed
itself as an academy.  In addition to its high academic standards, it
emphasized a strong athletics program.  Not football and basketball but
more refined pursuits like fencing and karate.  Sandra had been an
indifferent student for the most part but had been among the top of her
class in martial arts.  Even though she had had a serious gawky stage back
then, she had been quick and had a mean-streak that translated itself into
an effective, aggressive style.

   She had not pursued any martial arts after leaving the academy but what
she had learned made her a lot more dangerous than she appeared.  Her
high-school training had never come up in conversation so Denis had no idea
she knew how to fight.

   The kick to his kidney sent Denis to his knees and drove all rational
thought out of his head.  Sandra turned her back on her gasping husband and
stalked out onto the balcony.

   Candice searched briefly for a path of escape.  There was no obvious
safe way down from the balcony.  She saw the couple fighting.  When Sandra
first made it to her feet, Candice ducked out of sight, hugging the wall
beside the doorway.  She looked around for a weapon of some kind...  the
plant pots were too big and the big umbrella over the table was...  well,
she had no idea how to get it free and it was way too big to do anything
with anyway.  The chairs were actually large concrete benches with pads. 
Candice didn't think a pillow fight was going to deter the enraged wife.

   Nevertheless, Candice had had a minute or so to catch her breath and
clear her head.  That big-boned bitch was out of her mind but Candice
wasn't going to go down without a fight.  The moment Sandra stepped onto
the balcony, her eyes searching for her quarry, Candice charged her, trying
to tackle her to the ground.

   The blond skank hit Sandra in the side just below chest level.  The
bigger woman hadn't spotted her in time to protect herself and so went
stumbling into the wall.  Candice held on, driving her shoulder into the
older woman's side.  Sandra grunted at the impact.  Candice withdrew a
half-step and attacked, landing slaps and punches to Sandra's midriff. 
When the younger woman went for her face, Sandra blocked one blow and then
another.  The bigger woman lashed out, landing a punch on the meaty part of
Candice's shoulder.  It did no damage but Candice knew immediately that
whatever temporary advantage surprise had given her was gone.

   With surprising finesse, Candice feinted with another punch to Sandra's
face but then quickly spun and darted back through the door.  Screaming
with rage, Sandy pursued.

   This time, Candice headed for the correct door, the one that would lead
to the stairs down to the main floor and the exits.  But Sandra was close
behind and before the girl had made it half way across the spacious master
bedroom, she caught one leg with a kick, sending Candice sprawling.  Sandra
ran past the girl and slammed the bedroom door closed.  She locked it... 
it was easy enough to unlock from the inside but it would still take
precious seconds to do so.  Sandra didn't want the little bitch going
anywhere just yet.

   Denis was on his feet now, partially recovered.  He was yelling, as was
Candice who regained her feet as well.  With a look of disgust, Sandra
backhanded the girl.  Candice saw it coming and warded off most of the
blow. Denis rushed forward, grabbing Sandra's arm and yelling at her.  She
tried to yank free but Denis was strong and determined to restrain his
wife. She tried twisting and ended up with Denis behind her, her arm locked
painfully behind her body.  Denis locked his other arm across her chest
near her neck.

   Denis was trying to speak reason to her but she wasn't hearing the
words. Feelings of betrayal and rage made her deaf.  Candice was in front
of her now, looking at her like she was some kind of crazy woman.  Some
kind of crazy old woman who couldn't keep her husband satisfied.

   What really pissed Sandra off the most, what had made her blow her stack
when she had found the little bikini on the living room floor and heard the
passionate sounds from above, was the fact that Sandra had be denying her
own sexual urges for years for the sake of her social status and her
marriage.  Sandra's sexual appetites had driven her first husband to demand
a divorce.  The poor man had been willing to live with an open marriage. 
He was willing to let Sandra indulge her appetites to her heart's content
and she had done so, attending orgies and inviting groups of men into her
bedroom and investing a fortune in sex toys.

   It wasn't so much her over-active sex drive that had caused Sandra's
first marriage problems; it was the way she acted when she was horny and
not getting satisfaction.  There are people known as "mean drunks" that get
belligerent when they've had one too many.  When Sandra got really turned
on, she got very demanding.  Any male in range that wasn't living up to her
demands was ridiculed and abused in deeply humiliating ways.  Her former
husband had of course borne the brunt of this abuse.

   Sandra had spent the years following her divorce cutting a swath through
the country's male population and leaving devastation in her wake. 
Eventually, the gossip had gotten so bad that Sandra's sex life was having
detrimental effect on her social life.  Also, she did sometimes feel guilty
about her behavior after the fact.  So, she had turned over a new leaf and
vowed to keep her libido in check.

   Living with Denis was slow torture.  He was a magnificent stud; Sandra
had miscalculated.  She should have found some milquetoast little twerp
with a five inch dick...  it wouldn't have been so hard to hold herself
back.  But she had wanted someone who could make it good for her within the
boundaries she had set herself.

   And now to find him feeding his appetites with some tight little cunt
like this...  she was still burning with murderous rage.

   So here they were, her husband with his cock still hard, now poking her
in the small of the back.  She could still feel the skank's dampness on
him. She could smell the bitch's sex too.  And there she was, standing not
three feet away with this weird look of contempt and pity and still a
little fear on her face.

   Sandra had stopped struggling but Denis could feel the trembling tension
in her body.

   "You're a really stupid little bitch, aren't you cunt?" Sandra said with
a sneer.  "You're just standing there when you should be running."
Candice's eyes got big but it was too late.  Roaring, Sandra kicked out
with both legs, catching the slut square in the tits and thrusting her
half-way across the room.  The move forced Denis to stumble backwards and
onto the bed.  He tried to hang on to his wife but she writhed and twisted
and pulled free.

   Sandra was off the bed in a flash and met Candice as she regained her
feet.  The bigger woman punched her in the stomach, causing her to buckle.
Then she kneed the side of her head with almost casual contempt.

   Before Denis could muster his courage to come at her, Sandra retrieved
her titanium driver.  She knew that ultimately, he could overpower her and
she didn't want that to happen.  With club in hand, she stood above the
moaning girl.  "Keep back, asshole.  I'll knock her skull into next week if
you touch me!"

   Denis just stared, dumbstruck.

   "Hey, cunt, can you hear me?  Candice, can you hear me?"

   "Wha d' you wan?" she answered blurrily.

   "I want to show you something." Leaning the club against her side,
Sandra skinned out of her polo shirt.  A plain gray sports bra held her
chest in check.  She stripped it off.  Her heavy, pale C cups swayed and
jiggled.  They did not sag; they hung majestically.

   Now placing the club under her arm, Sandra awkwardly stripped out of her
white pants, dragging her panties along with them.  Now nude, except for
her socks, she tossed her cloths aside.  Her brown bush was neatly trimmed
and matted with sweat.  Her stomach was soft and not exactly flat but it
did frame her deep navel fetchingly.  Her pussy lips were visible,
noticeably darker than the rest of her flesh save for her nipples which
were the same soft brown.

   Sandra shoved Candice onto her back and stood above her.  "This is a
woman's body, Candice.  Not only can I break you in half, I can please
countless men.  I can take anything any man can dish out and ask for more
and mean it." She wedged the club's head between the young girl's legs,
pressing it against her bush.  "You think you're enlightened and sexual and
god's gift to men because to sleep around.  You think you're a good fuck."

   Sandra crouched low and looked the girl straight in the eye.  "But a
really good fuck doesn't just satisfy a man; she drains him dry and makes
him beg for mercy.  A real woman can drain four or five or ten men in a
night and send them home limp, exhausted and smiling." And now she smiled
with inspiration.

   She dropped the club where it was, allowing it to fall over between
Candice's legs while still seated against her cunny.  She put one hand
around the girl's neck and the other under her arm and lifted her to her
feet in one smooth motion.  With her hand still locked around the little
babe's neck, she walked her over the bed.  She aimed the girl's eyes at her
husband.  "Would you believe that this pervert's cock is still hard?  Well,
that's fortunate.  I'm going to show you just a little of what it means to
be a real woman."

   Sandra swept Candice off her feet and dropped her onto the bed with her
head positioned somewhere near the middle.  Sandra crawled across her body
and placed her bush above Candice's face.  She was turned away from her
husband and towards the girl's feet.  Sandra slid four fingers into her
pussy.  Her nether lips split and swallowed half her hand with ease.

   "This is a woman's cunt, little bitch.  Do you see how it opens up?" She
spread her fingers, making the genitals in question gape wide.  "A real
woman's cunt can fit any size cock.  I myself have had three cocks in my
pussy at the same time." She paused a moment, bringing her hand to her
mouth and tasting herself.  "Hmm, I bet you taste almost as good as I do.
Have you ever been with another woman, slut?

   "Yeah." Candice croaked.

   Sandra laughed deeply.  "I just knew it.  A little lezzy play seems to
be very popular among young skanks these days.  I'll let you taste me in a
moment but first, I want you to put one of your little fingers in me."

   Sandra waited patiently as Candice hesitantly did as she was told. 
Sandra's pussy was yawning so wide, Candice nearly got her finger all the
way in without even touching her flesh.  "It's so loose and wet, isn't it?
Might as well be a puddle.  But of course, a real woman's pussy has a few
tricks." And with that, Sandra clamped down with her vaginal muscles.  The
opening around Candice's finger collapsed in a heartbeat and held on
tightly to the digit.

   Sandra laughed.  "Ha!  Do you see?  Tight as a little boy's ass." She
worked her muscles along the girl's finger.  It felt to Candice like the
older woman's cunt was trying to suck her hand in.  "And would you believe
that I'm kind of out of practice?" Sandra asked.  "I've been trying to
behave myself since I married this bastard so I haven't really been putting
my little kitten through its paces the way I used to."

   She looked over her shoulder at Denis.  "Okay asshole, since you're
still hard, put that big piece of meat where it belongs.  I want this
little girl to see what it really means to get fucked." He began to object.
Sandra seemed to have calmed down.  Perhaps he could reason with her.

   But she cut him off.  "Denis, believe it or not, our marriage isn't
over. Not necessarily, at any rate.  You have two choices.  You either do
everything I say or I throw you out on the street so fast it takes two days
for your tan to catch up."

   Sandra's ultimatum was met with about two seconds of silence.  Then
Denis moved into position behind her wide, upturned ass.

   "Okay little girl, watch how a real woman handles a well hung stud like
my bastard husband."

   Whatever was going through Sandra's mind, Denis made the decision then
and there to do whatever he had to to remain her husband.  "How do you want
it?" he asked, trying to sound confident but failing.

   "I want you to fuck me about five times harder than you ever have
before. Things are going to change around here.  You can start off right by
making me cum by battering my cunt to sludge."

   Denis could barely believe his ears.  After their first few times
together, Denis learned that Sandra was one of the few women that could
take his entire cock.  He also learned that she liked it fairly rough.  As
a consequence, he had often made love to her aggressively.

   Now she was asking him to pound her more violently than he had ever even
imagined fucking a woman.  No, surely she was just saying this for Candice
to hear.  Yes.  He would fuck her.  He would give Sandy a really good bang
and let her show off for the little slut.  But there was no reason to go
overboard.

   Denis started strongly, ramming his hard cock into Sandra in one long
jab.  His abdomen slapped against her ass loudly.  "Fuck," Sandra said in a
surprisingly composed voice.  "Yes, again, harder.  Did you see that little
girl?  The whole thing in one thrust.  His fucking horse cock slid in all
the way without any resistance."

   Denis slammed into her three more times.  "You hear that, you wanna-be
slut?  The slosh and the slap?  That's what's really fucking sounds like.
I'm so fucking wet I never need lube no matter how big the cock or toy."
She absorbed several more thrusts.  "The only problem is that he's not
doing it hard enough.  Come on you worthless sack of shit.  I told you to
fuck me hard.  This is barely up to your normal performance.  Stick it to
me like you mean it.  You can't hurt me with just your silly muscles, I was
fucking built for this shit."

   Denis snorted and clamped his hands around her hips.  He jerked her body
into his as he thrust powerfully.  Now Sandra's neck was snapping with the
force of each impact.  "Yes!" she cried, grunting with each impact.  "Punch
my insides.  Treat me like a street whore!"

   Denis continued to fuck her violently.  Sandra was laughing.  "You're
doing better.  But you need to keep it up and don't you dare cum." Denis's
face was strangely blank as he focused on his control.  "I'm making it easy
on him right now.  I'm staying loose for him.  Watch what happens to the
poor fucker when I squeeze down and make myself tight like you." With that,
Sandra's stomach muscles stiffened and her pussy closed in around his dick
like a fist.

   Denis made a strangled noise.  The rhythm of his thrusts altered
significantly.  "Shit." He groaned.

   Sandra was laughing again, the convulsions sending ripples along her
husband's pounding shaft.  "See, he just went from fucking a Big Gulp to
fucking a straw." She twisted her ass.  "Hey, come on, don't slow down. 
Fuck me harder.  Fuck me as hard as you possibly can, asshole."

   Straining and panting, Denis was forcing his enormous cock in and out of
Sandy's now vice-like pussy.  He had never felt her so tight.  "I don't
understand.  How come you've never been like this before?" he asked.

   "We'll talk later" she answered.  "Now, someone yank on my clit.  If I'm
going to get off before horse boy here loses his load, I'm going to need a
little more stimulation."

   Candice was staring at the colliding body parts inches from her face.  A
steady drizzle of Sandra's copious fluids were raining down on the girl's
face.  She had noticed Sandra's clit...  it was nearly an inch long and
stood proudly atop her slit.  Hesitantly, she reached out to touch it. 
"There you go, girl.  This is a real woman's body.  Unlike you're hidden
little pea, my joy bud is something you can really sink your claws into. 
Go ahead, girl.  Grab it.  It's meant to be played with."

   The stiff little clit slipped through Candice's fingers several times as
the married couple's bodies continued to pound into one another but finally
she caught it for a split second before it pulled free with a rubbery snap.
Sandra hissed.  "Fuck yeah.  That's the stuff.  Go on, grab on and give it
a twist.  Hell, try to hurt me if you want.  Need a little revenge?  Go
ahead and try to tear my clit off."

   Her face burning with lust and anger, Candice did as she was told.  She
captured the older woman's mini-prick and squeezed it hard, twisting and
yanking at it.

   Sandy went crazy.  She screamed and cursed.  "Shit yeah!  Oh fuck it's
been so fucking long.  This is so fucking good.  I'm going to come.  Both
of you, just do it.  Rip me apart, I don't care, just make me cum!"

   Thirty more seconds of violent pounding and clitoris abuse were enough
to send Sandra over the edge.  "I'm cumming!  Oh fuck yes, a real orgasm
after so fucking long.  Shit, here it comes!" She was screaming now and bit
down on the bed's comforter between Candice's legs.  She shuddered stiffly
and moaned long and deep.  "Don't stop.  Oh god, keep fucking me." She was
still cumming and begging for more.  Denis was reaching his limit but he
tried to clamp down on his pending eruption as hard as he could.  His cock
was jumping and throbbing with eagerness to release.

   Under their bodies, Candice was inundated with fresh flows of nectar
from Sandra's climaxing body.

   "Don't you dare cum you bastard." Sandra said as she regained her
breath. "I'm going to need a hell of a lot more fucking if you hope to
remain a kept man."

   He groaned in resigned frustration.  Sandra's pussy was now doing a
dance on his pounding shaft.  He had slowed down a bit and she didn't seem
inclined to object for the moment.  In fact her hot passage seemed to be
playing with his enormous member now, rippling along its length and
seemingly sucking it in with each thrust.  "You're fucking amazing babe."
He said.

   She laughed.  "Oh you have no idea you poor schmuck.  For the rest of
your life you'll look back on this day as both the best and worst day of
your life.  From now on I am going to fuck you to death nightly.  You've
really let the genie out of the bottle."

   She felt him begin to swell even larger inside her.  "No!" she
commanded. "You can't cum yet!"

   "I can't help it.  Shit, here it comes."

   "God damn you you worthless slug.  Shit.  I can feel you shooting." She
was pissed but she had to laugh.  To Candice she said, "A little beach slut
like you probably never gets to feel a man cum inside her, do you?  They
have to wear a rubber or pull out.  The asshole came too early but god, his
hot cum burns so good in my cunny."

   Denis was panting heavily.  Sweat was pouring from his body.  He held
himself tightly to his wife's ass, pumping cream deep inside her undulating
qwim.  "Did you cum before I caught you two or is this your first?" His
wife asked.

   "This is my second." He answered.

   "Shit" Sandra said.  She pulled himself off his member.  "Well, if you
think you're going to go soft on me just because you already came twice,
think again." She said.

   She turned around to face her husband.  His big red cock was covered in
cum.  Her mouth watered at the sight but she restrained herself.  "Stroke
it, worm.  Keep it hard."

   Denis was still trying to catch his breath.  "Babe, please, there's no
way."

   Sandy snarled, "If you go soft on me now, we're thru.  If you want to
remain my husband, you're going to have to be a real champion stud." Her
voice softened a bit.  "Don't worry dear, I plan to inspire you."

   She sat down on Candice's chest.  The girl struggled briefly but it was
obviously no use.  "You just keep stroking you big dick while I feed your
girlfriend here all that beautiful cum." Sandra lifted her body slightly
and held her pussy over the girl's mouth.  Candice could see a pearl of
white jizz already forming at the base of the woman's slit.  "Open wide
little girl, here comes a treat.  But don't swallow it.  This cum is mine.
If you swallow it, I knock your teeth out."

   Gazing down past her heavy breasts at the girl's face while her
mesmerized husband watched on, Sandra focused for a moment and relaxed her
pussy.  Her hole gaped open and their mixed love fluids came running out as
if from a faucet.

   The runny white slime filled Candice's mouth and splashed across her
face.  She fought the reflex to sputter and choke, believing that the older
woman really would hurt her.  When Sandra was satisfied that most of her
man's cum had drained from her body, she shifted around and brought herself
eye to eye with the girl.  "How are you coming stud?" she asked her husband
while gazing into the girl's panicked eyes.  "Is this keeping you hard?"

   Candice had her mouth open, the cum pooled in it.  She couldn't breathe
this way and there was desperation in her eyes.

   Sandra lapped at the pool like a cat.  "Hmmm" she pursued her lips and
slurped from the girl's mouth.  Then she pressed her mouth to Candice's in
a deep kiss.  Wrapping the girl's head in her arm almost lovingly, she
turned their bodies until Sandra was on the bottom.  Candice began to
breathe again and after a long minute, Sandra finally broke the kiss. 
"Does anyone call you Candy, sugar tits?" The girl nodded.  "Figures."

   She looked up at her husband.  His cock head was not as big as it often
was but the shaft seemed firm.  "Is that thing going to be able to do its
job?"

   "That was pretty hot honey.  Yeah, I'm ready for whatever you want."

   "Glad to hear it." She said.  She gave Candice a push and let her lay
down off to the side.  Sandy then knelt in front of her husband again.  She
reached into her pussy, dipping half her hand into its sloppy hole and it
came away soaking in their juices.  Denis was stunned when her soaking hand
slid up to puckered brown anus and began spreading the juice around. 
"Sandy?" He asked.

   She chuckled and two fingers slid with ease into her ass.  "I've never
let you use this hole before, have I?" she asked.  A third finger stretched
her chute still further.  She moaned softly.  "The truth is, I fucking love
taking it in the rear.  I love it so much, I can't control myself.  So, I
swore off."

   She removed her hand.  Denis stared at her widely gaping asshole as if
in a trance.  "Well, fuck that.  If you are going to go around fucking
worthless little sluts then there's no reason in the world why I should
deny myself real pleasure."

   She glanced at the girl lying submissively next to her.  "Watch my ass
swallow this fucker."

   And that's what her ass did.  Denis was going to go slow but Sandy's ass
had still not closed up from her fingering.  Her sphincter swallowed the
fat head of his cock with ease.  Her ass was intensely hot and it seemed
like the most natural thing in the world to thrust all eleven inches of his
manhood into her back door.  "My god, you feel incredible." He said with a
moan.

   "Yes I do.  You don't have any idea how hard it's been, resisting the
urge to beg you to spear my ass with your fucking horse dick."

   "I still don't understand."

   "I said we'd talk later." She responded.  Keeping her ass held high and
pressed hard against her husband's groin, Sandra let her head and shoulders
drop to the bed.  Her face was turned so that she could watch Candice
watching her.  "For the moment, all you need to know is that I used to be
the ultimate party girl.  I've been to a couple dozen orgies and I've been
the center of twice that many gang bangs.  But I gave it all up before I
met you."

   Her hands went to her cut.  Four fingers dug into her honey-hole while
her other hand squeezed her fleshy mound.  Her clit was pressed between a
pair of fingers and she began to stroke it.  "Now fuck my ass and make me
cum."

   Denis had already cum twice and hadn't ever really gone soft.  Now, in
the velvet confines of his wife's forbidden passage, his cock was as hard
and long and thick as it had even been in his life.  He cinched in his grip
on her hips and began to ride her ass hard.

   Sandy was on cloud nine.  It had been so long since she allowed anything
to enter her brown hole, the hot and full sensation Denis's cock was giving
her was almost overwhelming.  He may have felt that her ass was very
yielding but Sandra could feel herself stretching deliciously along every
inch of his rod.

   Anal sex had always been so deliciously dirty for Sandra.  It was one of
her biggest turn-ons.  That was why she had given it up completely.  It was
guaranteed to send her lust into high gear and turn her into the demanding
bitch that had almost destroyed her life.

   With half her hand in her pussy, her clit under constant assault from
her other hand and Denis's big piece of meat reminding her rectum what a
good fuck was like, Sandy came quickly and hard.  She called out wordlessly
as her entire body writhed.  She gyrated wildly on Denis's cock. 
Fortunately, after already cumming twice, he was a long way from reaching
orgasm again.

   "Yes, yes yes." Sandra shouted.  "Oh god yes.  Fuck me you bastard. 
Ream me out.  Oh shit, I don't think I'm going to stop cumming.

   Sandra was on a roll.  Between her own hands and Denis's tireless
thrusts, she was able to sting orgasms together for over five minutes,
sometimes laughing, sometimes screaming with ecstasy and always begging for
more.

   The comforter beneath her was sopping wet with her flowing juices.  The
puddling stain was a couple feet across.

   From time to time, when her eyes were open and not rolled into the back
of her head, she watched Candice as the girl stared at the spectacle. 
After five minutes of constant orgasm, the sharp edge of Sandy's hunger was
blunted a bit though she could still feel a broader swell of need growing.
Her long suppressed nature was reasserting itself.  And Sandra realized
that the little bitch hadn't been punished nearly enough.

   "Okay stud," she said.  "You can take a moment to cool off.  I want to
have a chat with Candy here."

   Denis's cock was in danger of getting raw and he gratefully withdrew
from his wife's steamy hole.  She leaned over and kissed the peak of
Candice's pussy mound and turned to smile at the girl.  "We shouldn't leave
you out" she said.  She helped the girl slide back into position in front
of Denis.  The older woman turned her so her head was at the foot of the
bed, turned away from Denis.  The girl felt the soggy comforter under her
ass and suppressed a giggle.

   Still smiling, Sandra bent to trace a line down Candice's stomach with
her lips.  She playfully caught a few strands of the girl's soft brown
beaver between her teeth, plucking them gently.  The girl shivered.  Her
nipples were standing up like gumdrops.

   Sandra ran her hands along the girl's legs, caressing her as she gazed
down at her slit.  Then she gently pried apart her pink folds with her
fingertips.  "I'm so glad you're wet." She murmured.

   She was astride the girl now.  Sandy's big ass, her anus still slightly
ajar, was right in the girl's face.  It fascinated her.  Sandra's
completion was flawless; there wasn't a blemish anywhere on her seemingly
enormous globes.

   The woman continued to tickle her pussy lips.  A trickle of her
secretions sidled down the crack of her ass.  Playfully, Sandra spread the
fluids around the girl's delicate brown hole.

   Suddenly, the girl went stiff.  She tried to close her legs but Sandra's
powerful hands snapped around her knees and held them high and wide. 
Candice suddenly realized that the older woman's legs were across her arms.
Sandra shifted her weight and Candice was suddenly pinned.  "No." the girl
begged, her voice weak with fear.

   "Oh hell yes!" Sandra said, sitting up straight and letting her weight
press down on the smaller woman's body and pinned arms.  She pulled back on
the girl's bronzed legs, elevating her little ass.  Everything about the
girl was lean and well toned, including her tight derriere.

   "Let's see how much of that big cock this little ass can take, dear."

   "What?  No.  Come on Sandy, I'm not going to do that."

   Her eyes got hard and narrow.  In a low but very dangerous voice she
said, "Just skip the protests and do what I tell you." It was a simple
statement but her face implied threats that Denis couldn't bear thinking
about.

   But still...  "Sandy, no.  This has gone far enough." Candice was
sobbing quietly.

   "Then leave, Denis.  Those are your choices.  You either force your big
fat cock up the poor girl's ass in the next thirty seconds or you walk out
of this house and never come back."

   What kind of man is Denis?  He believes that he is essentially a nice
guy.  He knows he's a bit cynical about sex.  He knows he's a freeloader
whose only talent is tied to his cock but he's still a nice guy.  He's
considerate to his lovers, he's a good guy to have beers with and he can
even do a passable job at being witty at his wife's fancy parties.

   But at his real core, when the chips are down, what is he?

   As he pressed the spongy head of his long, thick cock against the tiny
opening of Candice's rectum, he silently mourned the death of his cherished
illusions.

   His mourning was silent.  Candice's screaming protests and cries of pain
were not.

   Had he been able to bring his eyes to meet hers, the look of
satisfaction and naked lust on Sandra Bennett's face would have chilled his
blood.


   Boondocker