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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 3: Rape and chaos.

   Sandra held the girl pinned to the bed while her husband made her small
anal opening stretch to accept his massive cock head.  The evil grin on the
big woman's face was very disturbing to Denis.  He was sick to his stomach
but could not deny even to himself that he had chosen this course of
action. He had chosen his own comfort and greed over basic humanity.

   Denis was ultimately able to force about eight inches of his cock into
Candice's reluctant rear passage.  Denis of course had no way of knowing if
the girl had ever been fucked there before but he was obviously too big for
her and she obviously wanted nothing to do with this invasion.

   There was no two ways about it.  He was raping her.

   After a minute or so, Sandra passed the girls legs over for Denis to
hold.  Her hands roamed her curvaceous body, massaging her breasts and
rubbing her furry mound as she watched her husband rape the bitch's ass. 
Her brain was running all over the place.  She amazed at her own depravity
in forcing her husband to commit this evil act.  She was so angry.  She
believed that bending her husband to her will in this definitive way was as
much a punishment for him as the girl.  The feeling of power it was giving
her was heady and was feeding into her lust.  She was fully aware of how
wrong it all was but that was completely overridden by her multiple
passions...  anger, jealousy, lust, vanity, power...

   Sandra shifted her weight and pressed her sex down onto the screaming
girls face.  "Shut up and eat my cunt, bitch." She snarled.  She rubbed her
wet and hairy mound along the girl's face.  It felt good when her clit
bumped against her shaking chin so Sandra ground herself down on it.  "I
said eat me!" she screamed.

   The girl continued to cry out in pain.

   Sandra's eyes were locked on to Candice's spread and upturned ass,
captivated by the tight, flaming red ring of her anus as it was pushed and
pulled by Denis's cock.  "I'll make you a deal, slut.  You eat my pussy and
make me cum, we'll let you go.  This will all be over." The girl's cries
quieted somewhat.

   "But," Sandra continued, "If my husband cums before I do, then I'll just
have to stick my fist up your ass until you can finish the job."

   Denis's mind was more or less in shock now.  His cock remained hard but
there was little lust driving him.  It was likely to be quite a long while
before his orgasm came.

   But of course, Candice didn't know that.  Unable to keep her sobs out of
her voice, she said, "I can't move my hands."

   "Well then I guess you better do a great job with your whore mouth."
Sandra answered.

   With sobbing resignation, not really trusting the older woman's promise
but seeing no other choice, Candice pressed her lips to Sandra's slit.  The
older woman chuckled deeply and slid her fanny around playfully.  "That's a
girl; eat my kitty while your ass get's reamed.  You are such a slut."

   Sandra continued to grind her clit on the girl's chin as she licked her
slit and quested with her tongue deeper into Sandra's sopping hole.  Her
hands twisted and pulled at her nipples and her eyes remained fixed on her
husband's cock.  She was faintly disappointed that there was no blood but
she could feel the girls suppressed sobs shaking through her body.

   This combined stimulation proved to be Candice's salvation.  Only two
minutes after issuing her challenge, Sandra was humping the girls face
vigorously and babbling with pleasure.  "Yes, yes, take more, bitch.  I
want your slut ass to PAY.  Fuck fuck, fuck her you worthless bastard. 
Yes. Oh, fuck you little bitch, suck down my juices." She lost words and
came with a panting squeal.  "Oh FUCK!  Yes."

   Sandra stayed on top of the girl as her body recovered from her orgasm.
Denis had stopped stroking into Candice but left his dick lodged in her
passage, afraid to withdraw without his wife's permission.

   Sandra sighed.  "Okay, I guess you can pull out, honey.  The slut's ass
deserves more but I'm getting bored with her."

   Sandra dismounted while her husband gently slid out of Candy's wrecked
anus.  Idly, Sandy noticed that there was still no blood.

   Candice curled onto her side.  She was absolutely quite, her eyes dry
but very red.  There was a strange sort of euphoria emanating from her
battered ass.  It was such a relief that the burning fullness and pounding
had stopped.  Her body buzzed with tension as if she was coming down from
an adrenaline high.  She felt sick.

   Sandra left them alone for a minute while she went into the master
bathroom.  When she returned, she tossed a couple of damp cloths to Denis.
"Clean the shit of you dick real good.  And I expect you to stay hard,
asshole.  We are so not done." Her final words were said with a hint of
menace.

   She bent to pick something up from the floor.  Denis looked down. 
Candice's little blue bikini was there, wadded up.  Sandra must have found
it when she first arrived downstairs and brought it with her.  As she
picked up the skimpy two-piece, he saw that Sandra's phone was also laying
there.  There was a photo on the screen that he couldn't make out.

   Without a word, Sandra grabbed the girl's leg and hoisted it high to
spread her open.  Separating the pieces of the swimsuit, she wadded up the
girl's bottoms and began stuffing them in her painfully red asshole. 
Candice did not resist and made no protest, just closed her eyes and bit
her lips.

   Sandy prodded at the girl's ass for a full minute, poking the long ties
into her body.  Soon, it had disappeared into her rear passage.

   Then Sandra wadded up her top and began stuffing it up the girl's cunt.
Once it too had vanished, she released the girl and bent down for her
phone.

   "Okay Candy bitch, listen up.  I'm going to let you walk out of here
now." She paused.  The girl was slow to respond, her mind flowing like
molasses.  "Hey!" Sandra said and slapped her ass.  "Snap out of it."

   Slowly, Candice righted herself and sat at the edge of the bed.  She did
not look at the older woman.

   Sandra spent a moment punching commands on her phone and then shoved the
screen in front of the girl's face.  "I took these when I caught you." She
said.

   Candice stared blankly.  There was a picture of her and Denis fucking.
She was riding him.  Seeing the smile on her own face made her sad for some
reason.  Sandra pushed a button and another photo appeared, much the same
but Candice's hair had been whipped around some and appeared in flight
behind her head.  The Candice in the photo looked ecstatic.  The pictures
were pretty good for a camera phone.

   "Do you know what this means?" Sandra asked.  She waited for a response
but got none.  "Hey, I need you to understand what's happening.  Say
something!"

   "What do you want?" the girl asked softly.

   "I'm trying to show you why you can't go to the police." Sandra said. 
The girl finally looked up at her.

   "I won't...  Uh...  What do you mean?"

   Sandra grinned at her.  "My husband just raped you, bitch.  He raped
your ass.  I'm telling you, don't go to the cops."

   "Okay." Candice said.

   Sandy sighed in exasperation.  "You don't get it.  Look, these pictures
show you and my husband balling and having a ball doing it.  If you accuse
us of rape, these will be our proof of consent.  There's no way you'll be
able to make anything stick."

   Candice sat for a long moment staring at the photo of that other girl
she had been less than an hour ago.  She swallowed.  "I understand.  No one
will believe that you raped me."

   Sandra nodded with satisfaction.  "Right.  That's settled then."

   Sandra grabbed a big hank of Candice's hair and hauled her to her feet.
"Let's go, sugar tits.  Time for the ultimate walk of shame."

   She unlocked the door and hauled the unresisting girl down the stairs
and out the door to the enclosed veranda.  Still naked herself, she dragged
Candice out the gate and down the beach-access stairway.  A few people
spotted them almost immediately and watched with interest.

   Sandra yanked the girl around and released her.  She stumbled to her
knees.  She did not rise immediately.  "I could have killed you bitch.  If
you think about it, you'll probably realize that no one had any idea where
you were.  I would have gotten away with it." Quite a few people were now
openly staring at the two naked beauties but none were within earshot. 
Sandra turned her back on the girl.  "Remember that next time before you
screw with somebody's husband.  Not everyone is filled with kindness the
way I am."

   Sandra sauntered up the stairs, well aware of all the eyeballs following
her.

   Candice remained on her knees in the sand for several minutes, more or
less numb inside.  She was oblivious to her audience and did not see the
number of aborted moves people made to approach her.  When one older woman
finally did approach and tried to speak to her, Candice turned her face
away and waved her off.  The woman retreated but kept an eye on the girl.

   Beginning to sob again, she began to extract her swimsuit from her
orifices.  She tried to turn so that no one could see what she was doing.
Her movements were half-hearted and felt clumsy but she pulled the pieces
of cloth and string free eventually.  Her vision blurry with tears, she
stared at the stained and mangled fabric.  She couldn't wear it and the
skimpy little thing suddenly seemed pointless.

   Stumbling to her feet, she began to head down the beach, hugging the
dune below the row of houses.  Her bikini hung from slack fingers, trailing
after her.

   The woman who had tried to speak to her approached again, holding out a
large beach towel for her.  Running her hand across her nose, Candice
sniffed and forced herself to look at the woman.  The expression on her
face was hard to read...  anger and contempt and pity all at once. 
Vaguely, Candice wondered if she would be seeing that expression a lot in
the weeks to come.  Her mind was slowly assembling itself.  She had yet to
decide if Sandra had been right about how pointless it would be to report
the rape...  but she didn't feel like she was ever going to want to do
anything that would force her to re-hash her experience.

   She accepted the towel with a whispered a thank you and wrapped it over
her shoulders and around her naked body.  She resumed the long walk back to
the parking lot where her car was.  The woman followed quietly although she
moved as if to speak a number of times.

   Candice had a couple of rough months following the rape.  It was obvious
to everyone she knew that something had happened.  She became an entirely
different person.  She would tell no one what the matter was.

   Candice's family had always been a little upset with her wild ways but
recognized that the change in her was not a good thing.  Not being able to
get an explanation out of her, they left her alone, hoping she would sort
whatever it was out.

   A number of her close friends began with the same wait-and-see response
but two in particular became very concerned with her.  They began spending
time with her, even though mostly she just stayed in her room and listed to
music.  Sometimes they tried to joke and be jolly, other times, they sat
quietly with her.

   They showed amazing patience with her and eventually, slowly, Candice
got better.  Nothing like her old self but she smiled once in a while and
resumed her surfing.  Actually, she began to devote a great deal of time to
it and was able to win some tournaments.

   It was a full two years after the rape before she let anyone touch her
intimately.  Ultimately, she learned to enjoy sex again although she was
very careful with who she dated and where she went.

   When Sandra strode back into the bedroom, Denis was in the bathroom
washing his cock.  "You better not be jacking off." She called out.

   "I'm not jacking off." He said like a sulking child.  He walked towards
her, the half-hard cock dripping.

   "I told you to stay hard." She said with some heat.  She went to her
knees in front of him and sucked half his cock into her mouth.

   "Jeeze Sandra, we need to talk."

   She spit him out for a moment.  She noticed that despite his complaint,
his dick was beginning to rise.  "Yeah, we need to talk.  But later." She
inhaled his cock again, playing with its head in her mouth.

   When he regained full stature, she pushed him towards the bed.  He lay
back across the heavily stained comforter and his wife crawled after him,
her heavy breasts stretched long beneath her and her eyes wide with lust.
She mounted him skillfully and sank down on his member until their pubes
merged.  Her smile was dreamy but there was heat in her eyes.  "After you
make me come a dozen times and I milk your cock, I'm going to go have a
talk with my traitor of a maid." She said.  Her tone made Denis quaver.

   Denis couldn't believe the change that had come over his wife.  Not only
was her behavior shocking and disturbing, even the caress of her pussy felt
different.  He had always thought that his rich wife had a fairly average
pussy.  Not very tight but not too loose either.  What he was feeling now
was an entirely different thing.

   She was riding him slowly at first and he could feel her pussy muscles
undulating along his shaft.  She would be loose and sloppy for a few
strokes and then she would grind herself down on his groin and tighten her
grip.  Her vaginal muscles were capable of sucking on his cock while she
sat still and gazed into his eyes.

   The performance was not for Denis's sake.  Manipulating herself on his
hard cock was a big turn on for Sandra.  Making him jerk and throb sent
waves of pleasure through her body.  She came twice while slowly working
him over this way.

   Her excitement seemed to grow with each climax and her movements became
faster and rougher.  Denis was beginning to feel cum gather in his nuts as
he mad wife galloped along on his cock.  He was feeling a little raw down
there but knew better than to complain in any way.

   Sandy's orgasms were coming fast and she was nearly jumping up and down
on her husband.  Her heavy tits jumped along with her, swinging wildly.

   One orgasm caused Sandra to stiffen and jerk while at the apex of her
cycle and Denis's enormous cock popped free.  "Oh god I love you're big
fucking cock." She panted, taking a moment to stroke it with both hands. 
"You have no idea how many times I have fantasized about fucking you raw
and draining this big fucker dry."

   Sandra adjusted her stance, crouching on the balls of her feet.  "Here,
hold yourself up straight.  I love the feel of you punching into my pussy."

   Denis did as instructed, holding his cock upright from the base.  Sandra
crouched above his shaft for a moment and then plunged downward.  The
enormous head of his cock blasted past her elastic opening and shot to the
back of her womb.  Sandra groaned with the impact but rose again
immediately, letting his cock slip free again.  She repeated these plunging
fucks a dozen times and came again.  Her voice was gravely and full of lust
as she groaned her way through climax.

   Their pubic bones were now pressed together and Denis could feel every
inch of his wife's cunt working on his rod.  She made small humping
motions, rubbing her clit into his pubic hair.  Her eyes were closed and
her lips pursed with pleasure.

   "Yes, yes yes.  I'm finally using your horse dick the way it is meant to
be used." Denis almost couldn't believe his eyes when she shoved four
fingers from her right hand up her pussy alongside his cock.  She had a
cock nearly the size of a pop can filling her hole and she still wanted
more.  More importantly, she was able to handle more.

   With her hole stretched to its limit and her throbbing clit mashed
beneath her palm, Sandy came yet again.  Her creamy cum was soaking Denis's
thighs and belly.  Her hand was covered with the glistening nectar.

   Still humping herself against her husband, Sandra reached behind herself
with her dripping hand and shoved the same four fingers up her ass.  Her
pussy constricted tightly as she did so, nearly strangling her husband's
organ.

   "Oh god, I'm going to cum babe" he warned her.

   "No, stop" she shouted, almost jumping off his cock.  It slapped wetly
against his stomach.  Denis felt a fine spray of pussy juice hit his face.
He groaned in frustration.

   "Before you cum, you have to eat my ass." She said, moving across his
body as she spoke.

   "What!?" he asked incredulously.

   "I said I want you to eat my ass.  Then you'll fuck it and you can cum
in there."

   "I'm not eating your ass you crazy bi...  I'm not doing that."

   Sandra had her dripping pussy and winking anus two inches in front of
his face now.  She was facing his legs and had her hands resting on his
stomach near the root of his adulterous member.  She laughed at him.  "What
kind of man are you exactly?  You'll willing to rape a girl up the ass but
not suck your wife's?  What kind of standards are those?"

   Denis was speechless.  After a few moments he felt her fingers brushing
through the hair coving his balls.  "Eat my ass, dog." She said.  Her hand
was now clasped lightly around his balls.  She squeezed once, letting her
nails dig briefly into his scrotum.  She pressed her widely splayed buns to
his face.

   Denis had no choice.  He used his tongue on his wife's ass.  She was
pretty clean but of course had already been fucked back there once today.
Her hole was opening and closing with pleasure and he licked along the rim.
The taste of shit was new to him but unmistakable.  It was horrible.

   She pressed back against him harder.  "Go deeper, dog." She said.

   Nearly in tears and very definitely nauseous, the shoved his tongue into
her anus as far as it would go.  Sandra made a purring sound.  "There you
go.  Now, use your hands on my kitty and make me cum.  When I cum, you can
stop."

   Taking what he thought would be an opportunity for a little revenge,
Denis shoved all four fingers of his left hand into Sandra's soft pussy. 
His hand was quite a bit larger than hers and he could feel a little
resistance as her opening stretched to accommodate him.  But, it was only a
little bit of resistance and Sandra signed and moaned with contentment. 
"Oh that's nice." She said.

   For the next three minutes, Denis's mouth was filled with the flavor of
her ass as she built up to yet another orgasm.  She groaned softly when it
came and reluctantly pulled her butt away from her husband's face.  "Well
done.  I can make you do anything I want now, can't I?" she asked.  He
didn't answer.

   She stepped down to the floor and turned to bend over the bed.  "Okay,
now fuck the hole you just ate out of.  After you fill my bowels with your
lovely sperm, you can take a break."

   Silently, Denis did as she said.  He stood behind Sandra's bent form and
shoved his eleven inch cock all the way up her gaping ass.  Sandra's hands
were working on her pussy and tits immediately.

   She came six more times in the next five minutes as Denis pounded her
violently.  She never stopped asking for more and was visibly disappointed
when he finally came.

   Fortunately, there was still another person in the house that Sandra
intended to direct her ire towards.  She left her husband panting on the
floor after he was done.  He watched her leave the room, heading
downstairs. Her stride was confident and showed no sign of fatigue.  Her
powerful, shapely thighs were soaking with their juices, glistening nearly
to the knee.  Denis had lost track of the number of times she had cum since
first catching he and Candice but he knew it was in the dozens.  But she
looked energetic and ready for more.

   His cock was finally soft now and looked painfully raw.  He was wiped
out.

   Sandra didn't put anything on to cover her nakedness.  She went to find
Juanita her maid.


   Boondocker