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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.  Dennis, 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 1: Dennis has a great time screwing a hot little beach slut.

   The little beach babe was a great fuck.  She had a lot of energy and a
hard little body that belonged on the cover of magazines.  Her hips were
trim and her abdomen long and lean.  Her tits were less than a handful but
had long, hard nipples.  Enticing tan lines highlighted her tits and her
neatly trimmed beaver.

   Dennis loved living on the beach.  His wife's big house was in prime
bikini territory.  Little honeys like this one were always flattered to be
invited in.  His current playmate seemed to be a bit of a slut which was
cool.  But Dennis also had a lot of fun seducing less experienced girls and
women.

   Unfortunately, Sandra, his wife, preferred the social scene in New
England.  She was a typical rich bitch who was more concerned with status
than anything else.  Her family money guaranteed her all the things she
wanted in life, including a trophy husband.  Dennis and Sandra had met four
years earlier at a socialite party he had more or less conned his way into.
Dennis was tall and well built and shameless in feeding a girl bull.  When
he realized how loaded Sandra's family was, he made it his mission in life
to marry into it.

   Saundra was five years older than Dennis.  She had already been married
once and wasn't looking for love but she did need a man on her arm to be a
proper socialite.  So they had come to an arrangement; they would keep each
other entertained in bed and Dennis would act as her devoted husband in
public.  And along the way, he would live the high life.

   Dennis and Sandra's sex life was pretty good.  Dennis thought of himself
as a stud and with some justification.  Sandra was a sexy and lush sort of
woman.  But Dennis eventually became a little frustrated.  He and Sandra
had sex often enough and there was certainly a degree of passion to their
love making but somehow there always seemed to be something she was holding
back.  He'd see eagerness and hunger in her eyes and then she would just
shut down and say she needed to use the bathroom or something.

   From snippets of conversations he had heard among her socialite friends,
she was supposedly a wild woman but Dennis never saw that in their bed. 
Perhaps her first marriage had hurt her in some way.  Or maybe what the
upper-crust thought of as wild was pretty pedestrian.

   She did insist on a strong pre-nuptial agreement and that he be fateful
to her.  She didn't want to be publicly embarrassed by infidelity.  The
gravy train would last only as long as he kept her happy in and out of the
bedroom and kept his hands off other women.

   Dennis had kept up most of his end of the bargain for four years.  All
of Sandra's socialite friends seemed convinced that he was both the world's
greatest lover and also deeply in love with Sandra...  she insisted on
frequent public displays of affection and would describe their love life in
intimate detail to her large collection of confidants.  Hell, Sandra was a
good looking woman with what seemed to be an adequate sex drive and Dennis
had a healthy appetite for pussy so really, they got along just fine.  He
was frequently bored at the endless parties and lunches but that was a
small price to pay.

   But Sandra didn't know about his extra-curricular activities.

   They were staying in the west-coast house for several weeks and Sandra
had entered into a golf tournament of all things.  Dennis had learned to
play the game but wasn't very good.  The tournament was a women-only
charity event so Dennis basically had all day "off".  This wasn't too
unusual...  many of Sandra's activities were just for the gals.

   So, as he had often before, Dennis had gotten himself a little strange
for the afternoon.

   His current playmate had probably told him her name but he couldn't
remember it.  He didn't know how old she was but she couldn't have been
over twenty.  She'd said something about entering some surfing
competitions. She certainly had a fit little body.  She was only about 5'3"
which suited him just fine.  He was 6'2" and liked little women.  Of
course, he liked bigger women as well.

   The little slut had stripped off her tiny blue bikini in the living room
and jumped into his arms to stick her tongue down his throat.  He carried
her up the stairs, headed for the master bedroom.

   He dropped her onto the king sized bed and she squealed.  He reached to
pull down his shorts but she beat him to it, sweeping them down his thighs
in the blink of an eye.  Sitting on the side of the bed, she squealed again
when she saw his heavy cock, swaying half-hard just inches from her face.

   Dennis's general good looks and willingness to behave in the manner
Sandra wished were the basic qualifications that made him eligible to be
her husband.  His enormous cock was the single biggest reason she had
actually decided to marry him.  He was the biggest she had ever seen and
when he finally managed to fit his entire length into her body on the third
time they made love, she'd become absolutely addicted to his enormous
shaft.

   The beach bunny's eyes were wide with awe.  That look was familiar to
Dennis and never failed to put some extra starch in his pecker.  With each
beat of his heart his dick bobbed and grew.

   The slut tried to wrap a hand around his shaft but she couldn't
encompass the whole thing.  She wrapped her other hand around it as well
and ran them up and down his length.  He was quite hard now and his cock's
head was beginning to swell to its maximum size.  Even if she had three
hands, she wouldn't have been able to cover the entire thing.

   "How long is it?" she asked.

   "Eleven inches" he answered.  He squeezed his muscles to make it jump.

   She pushed it upward against his body to stare at it from underneath. 
"My god, it's bigger than my arm." Dennis laughed at that.  It wasn't the
first time he'd heard the comparison.

   She pointed the head at her mouth and kissed and licked it.  Dennis
breathed deeply, enjoying the feeling of her small hands and hot tongue. 
She opened her mouth wide and tried to suck on its plum-like head.  It
didn't seem like it was going to fit.  She pulled away to stare at it
again. "Oh god oh god oh god."

   "Think you can take it honey?" Dennis asked, smirking.  Quite a few
women had begged off once they saw his size but judging by the glazed look
of her eyes and the swollen tips of her breasts, this chick was way too
turned on to think about backing out.

   So Dennis was more than a little disappointed when she said, "No,
there's no way I can take that." She released his rod and lay back on the
bed.  She bent her legs and spread them wide while scooting her ass to the
edge of the mattress.  Her pussy down was brown, at odds with her bleached
hair, but it was neatly trimmed.  Her pink cunt lips protruded and were
split open ever so slightly.  As bold as anyone could hope for, the horny
girl pinched a lip in each hand and spread herself open.

   "There's no way I can fit that in my mouth.  But I want you to force as
much of that monster as you can into my wet little pussy."

   Grinning, cock in hand, Dennis pressed himself to her damp folds.  Both
shivered at first contact.  The entrance to her pussy had to stretch a lot
to accommodate the bulbous head of his cock.  The girl bit her lips and
hissed.  Dennis backed off.  "God, don't stop." She said.  Dennis began to
push against her gently.

   "No, no.  It won't work if you keep going easy like that." she said. 
"Force it into me.  I've got to have that beautiful thing in me."

   Those words were music to Dennis's ears.  He was a bit of a dog and
certainly an adulterer but he thought of himself as at heart a nice guy. 
He considered being so well hung as something of a responsibility and
always took care never to hurt the women he was with, even if that meant he
had to go without.

   Well, he never would hurt a woman unless that's what she asked for.  But
when a chick came right out and asked for it like this, it was a hell of a
thrill to put it to her.

   He bent over her body, placing his hands on the bed near her shoulders.
Adjusting his angle slightly to insure he was lined up, he let his weight
carry him into her body.

   The surfer girl hissed again and squirmed but at the same time she had
her legs hooked behind his to hold herself in place.  Her juicing cunt
stretched and stretched and with a sudden slip, the head of his monster
slid past her opening and started forcing its way up her channel.

   "Oh fuck oh fuck.  God, it's in me.  You're so fucking big I can't
believe it." She was panting now and suddenly sweating despite the room's
AC.  Inch after inch slid into her body until he hit the limits of her
previously unplumbed depths.  He stopped when he felt resistance again. 
Still panting, she put her hands on his shoulders.  "Just stay there for a
minute.  I just want to feel it inside me for a bit."

   Dennis did as she asked, taking a moment to brush his hand across her
cheek and then pinched a nipple softly.  "You did pretty good for a little
thing." He said.

   She tried to lift her head and reached down to feel the joining of their
bodies.  "Are you all the way in?" she asked even as her hand could feel
that he wasn't.

   He laughed.  "No.  There's still almost four inches left."

   Her mouth hung open.  "Holy fuck.  Un-fucking-believable." She looked
scared for a moment and began shaking her head.  "I can't take the whole
thing.  Oh, god, please don't try to make me."

   He shushed her gently, putting his fingers to her mouth.  "No, no, don't
worry.  I won't give you any more than you can handle.  I'm going to give
you the fuck of your life but I won't do anything to hurt you."

   "Fuck of my life, huh?" She asked, his reassurances rebuilding her
confidence.  "I suppose next you're going to tell me that no other man will
ever be able to satisfy me after this."

   He withdrew his cock part way and gave her a long, gentle stroke before
answering.  "Well, I do think you will always and for the rest of your life
consider me the best fuck ever.  But most women seem to be able to get over
it eventually and settle for distant second."

   "Wow, you don't lack confidence, do you?" She said.  But as he pressed
into her deeply again a moment later she added, "Oh fuck.  That feels so
incredible.  I guess you deserve to be a little cocky."

   He began pumping his hips slowly, insuring that each time he pressed
into her he bottomed out but did not try to batter her innards.  Some girls
didn't want him to even brush their limits.  Others enjoyed a little firm
pressure in there.  A handful got off on being pummeled like a punching
bag. His wife was one of the few women that could comfortably take his
entire length and she did enjoy a good hard screw.  Sandra was probably the
woman most appreciative of his equipment but she always called a halt to
their lovemaking after he'd come no more than twice.  She often had a
burning hunger in her eyes as if she wanted more (which he was certainly
able to provide) but never pursued it.

   This little beach slut seemed to like a little firm stretching.

   "Oh wow, that feels incredible.  I'm so god dammed full of cock I can't
believe it." Her hands gripped the edge of the bed and she let her legs
rise high and wide.  "Hell, even if you did ruin me for other men I think
this might be worth it."

   A minute later Dennis was running on all cylinders, smoothly putting it
to the little surfer girl.  She had loosened up just a bit and her juices
were dribbling down the crack of her ass.  She had started grunting in a
strangely musical way each time he thrust into her and those grunts were
getting louder.  Suddenly she announced "I'm cumming." And her legs locked
around his ass and held him buried in her as her pussy muscles convulsed
around his rod.

   "Do it babe.  Cream on my cock.  You're so fucking hot."

   Gasping for breath as her climax ebbed, the girl gushed, "I've never cum
so fast or so hard before.  You really are the best." As she said this, she
let her pussy muscles play with his cock.  After a moment she asked,
"Didn't you cum?"

   He shook his head.  "Not yet."

   She smiled crookedly at him, her pussy still working him over.  "But
you're close."

   He trembled, "God yes."

   "Cool." She said, sliding out from beneath him and pulling herself off
his cock.  She yelped softly when his fat cock head stretched her pussy
entrance again on the way out.  She laughed.  "Ha, serves me right for
forgetting how fucking big you are for even a second." She knelt on the
side of the bed and nestled her head alongside his wet, throbbing erection.
She almost cuddled with it as she ran her hands up and down its length.  "I
want to watch you cum." She said and began licking along his shaft.

   "You keep that up and you'll get to see it and feel it and possibly even
hear it go bang." She giggled, running her lips all around the head.  "Do
you like the taste of your pussy?" He asked.

   "Hmmm." She said.  "I love the taste of my pussy.  I always have.  I
like to lick it off my fingers when I jerk off.  I sometimes spend half the
night masturbating." She grinned evilly at him, reveling in the dirty talk.

   "Here it comes." he said through gritted teeth.

   The girl had felt his trembling and knew what was coming.  She aimed his
cock full in her face, staring down it like the barrel of the gun.  When it
went off, the thick milky substance blasted across her nose and upper lip.
It immediately began running into and past her mouth, reaching her chin by
the time the second blast was launched from Dennis's cannon.  She had her
mouth opened wide for this shot and caught the entire load in her mouth. 
Salvos three and four went directly into her mouth as well.  Then she
shifted his aim down to her chest.  The shots were decreasing in size but
numbers five through eight gave her enough hot lotion to begin rubbing it
into her tits.

   Dennis was puffing with exertion and took a step back as his cock was
reduced to a little dribbling.  He was proud of the load he'd delivered. 
His wife had drained him twice the previous night but his balls were highly
efficient sperm factories.

   The girl had a funny grin on her face.  She let her teeth part slightly
and cum began running down her chin and onto her chest.  She moaned with
contentment as the warm jizz covered her tits and ran down her belly.  She
made a show of swallowing the dregs left in her mouth and smacking her
lips. "Guys just love it when I play with their sperm." She said, smearing
it all over her body.

   "Damn girl, you really know how to party."

   She had a dreamy look on her face.  "Okay, stud.  Now for the most
important question.  Are you a one shot wonder or are we going to be able
to keep this party going."

   "I bet a hot piece of ass like you is used to still being horny after
fucking some poor schmuck into exhaustion." He said.

   The girl acted coy, twirling her fingers through her hair.  "Well, I
guess that maybe I do sometimes end up a bit disappointed." Then she pouted
dramatically.  "Actually, just about every guy I've been with pooped out on
me just as I was getting warmed up."

   The slut's behavior had been so wanton that Dennis's blood was still at
a hard boil.  Chicks that had fun with sex were such a turn on.  "Well
little girl, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm still hard."

   "I did notice." She said dreamily.  "Are you honestly telling me that
you're already ready to go again?"

   "Little girl, the only reason I haven't already pinned you to the bed is
because you keep talking."

   Figuring that she would enjoy a little mock roughness, he lifted her to
the center of the bed and forced her hands above her head.  Grasping them
in his left hand, he used his right to guide his dick back toward her
gaping pussy.  "Enough talk." He growled and he jammed himself into her,
blasting past her tight outer ring but slowing before he hit her inner
barrier.

   "God yes, fuck the shit out of me.  Finally, I found a real man." Seeing
no reason to keep her arms contained, he released her.  She wrapped them
around his neck and locked her legs around him.  He fucked her with a
variety of fast and slow strokes but was careful not to bottom out too
roughly.  For three or four minutes she moaned and squealed as he worked
her pussy over.  She came again, crying out this time before biting her
lip. Her climax left her panting and shaking with excitement.  Her hands
squeezed and twisted her tits.  Having cum once, Dennis was quite a ways
away from orgasm and continued to fuck her soaking cunt.

   "God, I think I could really get use to this.  Dennis, could you hold on
for a second?" He slowed and then stopped, his member pressed deeply into
her.  Three to four inches of shaft were still visible but this was still
all she could take.

   She bit her lip for a moment.  "Okay, look, we both know this is a
one-time thing and I'm never going to see this horse dick again.  You're
being a decent guy and trying not to hurt me with it and that's great. 
You've already gotten me to cum better and faster than ever in my life."

   He grinned cockily at her and wiggled his hips, making her giggled.  "So
anyway," she continued, "I was just thinking that it would be a shame for
me to waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see what it would be
like if you weren't being so decent."

   He looked at her questioningly.  "What do you mean?"

   "I want you to pound it into me.  I want to find out how much I can
really take and if it hurts as much as I think it probably will or whether
maybe it's something I can get to like."

   He wanted to make sure there were no misunderstandings.  "You want me to
fuck you hard and deep?  Bottom out hard and everything?  Most women say
that feels like being punched in the gut."

   "Right, but I'll bet you've come across a snatch or two that gets off on
it." She said questioningly.

   He sighed.  "Yeah, there've been a few.  Some women, not many, are deep
enough to take my entire cock...  they of course like it.  But there have
even been a few shallower women like you who end up cumming their tits off
when I pummel them." He was shaking his head as he said this though, "But
most women really hate it." Dennis found himself thinking of his wife.  God
what a fuck she'd be if she were a little more fun-loving about it.

   The girl smiled at him and made a show of settling herself back onto the
bed and into position.  He sighed.  "Okay, you asked for it." He knelt
between her legs and lifted them high, angling her ass for maximum
penetration.  He withdrew until his head was pulling at the folds of her
pussy lips and then shoved himself home, striking her innards hard.

   The girl grunted deeply and her hands went to her gut.  Dennis stroked
outward and delivered another blow.  Her eyes were closed and there was a
half-puzzled, half sick expression of her face.  But she said, "Don't
stop."

   Dennis stuck it to her maybe ten times in rapid succession, ultimately
sinking an additional inch or two of his cock into her hot cavern.  She was
moaning constantly, grunting and coughing with each impact.  Finally she
said "Stop, oh god, stop.  It hurts." He did as she asked but kept himself
pressed deeply into her.  There was now only two inches of his shaft
showing beyond her lips.

   The bleach blond was trying to catch her breath.  She swallowed hard
several time.  "Jeeze," she finally said.  "I almost threw up."

   Dennis sighed and let up on the pressure against her pussy without
really withdrawing at all.  "You wouldn't have been the first."

   She started pushing at him.  "Get off, I need a minute." Dennis did so
reluctantly.  He lay down on the bed beside her.  Breathing deeply, she ran
her hand through his soft, curly chest hair and then patted him.  "Don't
worry, we'll finish.  I just need to let my gut settle."

   They lay quietly next to each other for about five minutes.  She traced
her fingers along his chest and flat, faintly defined stomach.  He returned
the favor, tickling her belly-button and softly pulling on her nipples. 
When she reached down to cup his big harry balls while kissing him deeply,
he slipped a finger down her drooling slit while palming her hard little
clit.  With a moaning sigh, the girl turned her body and straddled him. 
She wrapped both hands around his cock and begun sucking its tip.

   He was left staring at her moist pink lips.  She was a bit too short to
69 with so he contented himself with clasping her tight buns in his big
hands and teasing her labia with is thumbs.

   The slut drooled all over his tool and then turned to face him.  Arching
her ass up high, she guided him back into her body.  She slid down him
smoothly, having no difficulty fitting the head past her loosened ring. 
"Oh god, every time you're in me it's just more amazing."

   She sat up straight, letting most of her weight rest on his tall cock.
Again, she had taken all but two inches of his monstrous dick.  The sight
was pretty amazing.  Her pussy was stretched tight around his pale shaft
making the little bump of her clit stand out.  She peered down past her
flat stomach.  She slid back a fraction of an inch, watching his meat pull
at her pussy mound.  "Oh wow."

   She laid herself down across his body.  Seeking his mouth with hers, she
had to pull herself away from his groin, letting his cock slide most of the
way out.  As their lips entwined, she subtly twisted and humped her hips,
letting the massive head of his cock play with the folds at the entrance of
her pussy.  With her lips still pressed to his, she sent her hand down to
the top of her mound.  Her fingers brushed her clitoris and then pressed it
against his knob.  Eyes shut tight, she let out a moan that was almost a
growl and shivered all over.  Their teeth clashed as she temporarily lost
control of her body.  "Oh god, shit.  I came again." She said hoarsely.  "I
just have the head in me and I fucking came."

   Grinning like a maniac, she slid down his body and let him bottom out
again.  She placed her hands on his firm pecs and adjusted the position of
her legs carefully.  She arranged herself so that his cock was just
touching her deepest limits while her legs were folded beneath her.  "This
ought to be fun." She said.

   With those delightful words, she began rocking her body up and down his
body.  She'd sweep up his shaft and then swiftly rush back down to impale
herself.  The horizontal movement made for an interesting angle of entry.
His cock was jamming into the roof of her cunt and then running along its
length as the massive shaft angled up into her body.  "Shit girl," Dennis
said.  "I'm not going to last long like this.  You're going to wear me down
to a nub!"

   Her eyes were crossed.  "God this feels so fucking good.  It feels like
your cock is digging in to my G-spot and dragging it all over my cunt." For
the next thirty seconds nothing came out of her mouth other than excited
pants.  Then far more quickly than she thought possible, "Oh fuck," she
screamed, "I'm cumming again.  Oh god you're the best!" Her hair whipped
around as her head swung from side to side as she grooved through her
climax.

   This little beach babe was a great fuck.  Dennis held the chick's hips
in a death grip and was trying desperately to hold back his orgasm. 
Snorting, he clamped down as hard as he could, trying to hold back the
flood.  He loved his ability to give women pleasure.  He reveled in being a
world-class stud and he thought he could probably bring this red-hot slut
off one more time before losing control.



   Chapter 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 Dennis 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 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.

   Dennis 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 Dennis 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 Dennis 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.  Dennis 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 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 5'11" 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..." Dennis 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 Dennis 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?" Dennis 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 Dennis and Candice were at a loss for words.  Actually answering
the question seemed pointless.

   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 Dennis's cock.  It popped
free with an un-noticed spray of fluids.

   With a wordless scream, Sandra leapt 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.  Dennis 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.  Dennis'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 toward 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 Dennis stumbled after
her.  He couldn't see where Candice had gotten to.

   Dennis'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.

   Dennis 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; her husband had no
idea she knew how to fight.

   The kick to his kidney sent Dennis 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.

   Dennis 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. Dennis rushed forward, grabbing Sandra's arm and yelling at her.  She
tried to yank free but Dennis was strong and determined to restrain his
wife.  She tried twisting and ended up with Dennis behind her, her arm
twisted painfully behind her body.  Dennis locked his other arm across her
chest near her neck.

   Dennis 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 socialite status.  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 Dennis 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 Dennis 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 Dennis to stumble backward 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 Dennis 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!"

   Dennis 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 D 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 you 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 toward 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 Dennis.  "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.  "Dennis, 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
Dennis 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, Dennis 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."

   Dennis could barely believe his ears.  After their first few times
together, Dennis 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.

   Dennis 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."

   Dennis slammed into her three more times.  "You hear that, you wanna-be
slut?  The slosh and the slap?  That's what real 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."

   Dennis 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!"

   Dennis 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." Dennis'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.

   Dennis 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, Dennis 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."

   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.  Dennis 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."

   Dennis 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."

   Dennis 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.  Dennis 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.  Dennis 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.  Dennis 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."

   Dennis 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 Dennis'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 Dennis'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 Dennis'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 Dennis's tireless
thrusts, she was able to string 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."

   Dennis'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 Dennis.  The older woman turned her so her head was at the foot of the
bed, turned away from Dennis.  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
complexion 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 Dennis couldn't bear thinking
about.

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

   "Then leave, Dennis.  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 Dennis?  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?

   What Dennis did next can't really be called heroic.  Not doing evil
isn't heroic.  And who really knew how Sandy would react, what the
ramifications would be.  But he did not try to force himself into the girls
ass.

   Nor did he get up and leave.

   The lunged over Candice's body and took Sandra down to the bed.  He
covered her.  Acutely aware of her knees and his exposed condition, he kept
has body mostly across her, leaving his delicate bits theoretically out of
reach.

   "Go Girl.  Get out now!" he said urgently.

   Sandy heaved and struggled beneath her her husband, cursing him.  "You
fucked up, asshole.  Your ass is mine in every conceivable way!  I will
fucking castrate you!" she screamed.

   Candice was quick to take the opportunity.  She was off the bed in a
flash.  Without a word or a glance back she ran across the room, got the
door opened and thundered down the stairs to freedom.

   On the bed, A viscous struggle peppered with threats and curses raged.









   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.

   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 Dennis.  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.

   Dennis was ultimately able to force about eight inches of his cock into
Candice's reluctant rear passage.  Dennis 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 Dennis 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 Dennis'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."

   Dennis'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.
Dennis 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 Dennis.
"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.  Dennis 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 Dennis 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, Dennis 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 toward
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 Dennis quaver.

   Dennis 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 Dennis'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.  Dennis 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 Dennis'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."

   Dennis 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 Dennis 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." Dennis 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
Dennis'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.  Dennis 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?"

   Dennis 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.

   Dennis 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,
Dennis 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, Dennis'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, Dennis 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 Dennis 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.  Dennis 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.

   Part 4: The maid is brought to heel.

   Juanita had quarters in the house.  She shared a bedroom, small sitting
room and kitchenette with her eleven year old daughter.  Mother and
daughter slept together in the same bed.  During the bulk of the year, the
two of them had the run of the house.  When the owners were in residence,
the little girl stayed in their quarters.  It was not yet noon and the girl
was still in school.

   Juanita was not in their rooms.

   Sandra next went down into the basement where the washroom was.  She
figured that this was where she would find the traitor hiding.

   She was correct.

   Juanita was standing at the back of the narrow room, her back against
the wall and her apron wringing in her hands.  She had watched her employer
storm up the stairs a while ago and had known that trouble was brewing. 
She'd fled to the basement.  She had not heard any of what had transpired
but the look Sandra gave her left little doubt in the woman's mind that she
was furious.  It barely registered on the maid that Mrs.  Bennett was
naked.

   Sandra Bennett studied the woman, looking for fear or remorse or perhaps
rebellion.  She found plenty of fear but little else.

   The maid was not a tall woman, standing perhaps 5'4".  She was thickset,
carrying extra weight all over her body.  She was from Nicaragua and her
skin was very dusky.  The help Sandra employed in her two houses did not
wear maids' uniforms.  Juanita usually dressed conservatively however,
wearing long skirts and simple blouses.  She often wore an apron over them.

   She was only thirty-two years old but looked at least forty.  And not a
good forty.  Sandra was quite a bit older than her maid but looked like she
could have been her niece.  Age-wise at least.  Physically, it would be
almost impossible for them to be any more different.

   Juanita Sanchez had had a hard life.  She was a single mother with no
education and also no looks.  In some ways, she was a study in contrasts.
She meekly performed menial tasks for her employers and seemed to have very
little pride in herself.  However, she had gotten her daughter and herself
to America against significant odds and would fight tooth and nail for the
sake of her daughter's future.

   Sandra knew this about her maid...  she knew that Juanita's daughter
Angelica represented an overwhelming hold on the woman.

   Sandra stepped close to the maid, looming over her.  The moment she had
seen the woman and the fear in her eyes, her feelings of betrayal had come
roaring back.  The woman obviously knew what had been going on behind her
employer's back.  "So," Sandra said with scathing heat, "You didn't think
to tell me that my bastard husband was screwing around with skanks?" Each
word grew in volume until Sandra screamed the final words.

   "Mrs.  Bennett, please.  I didn't...  I couldn't." the woman quailed.

   Sandra took one step back and backhanded the woman hard across the face.
She cried out with pain and fear.  "You stupid punta!" she yelled and hit
her again.  "I give you a job, give you place to live and put your fucking
brat through school and you turn around a screw me like this?" Sandra put a
hand to Juanita's neck and pressed her against the wall.  She pressed close
to the woman, spitting in her face as she spoke.  "Do you *want* to go back
to that fucking shit country you worthless bitch?"

   Juanita didn't know why she had remained silent about Dennis's
extra-curricular activities.  Mostly it was because she just didn't like
Sandra much.  Dennis at least was generally easy-going and friendly.  Mrs.
Bennett was just a cold bitch as far as Juanita was concerned.  Even the
woman's decision to pay for Angelica's tuition to a private school had been
a coldly calculated social ploy to build up her credit as a charitable
humanitarian.  If she had not been able to casually mention putting a
servant's kid through school to her socialite friends, Sandy would have
never considered doing such a thing.  Juanita was grateful for her position
but this did not make her like the woman that gave it to her.

   Juanita's dark brown hair was cropped short and made a poor grip so
Sandra hauled the woman up the stairs by her collar.  The maid did not
resist but the bigger woman was being forceful anyway.  Along the way, she
described everything she hated about the maid, her daughter, the country
she had come from and the way she looked.

   They continued in the same manner up to the second floor and into the
master bedroom.  Dennis seemed to be in the bathroom again.  This time, the
door was closed.  At the moment he was out of Sandra's mind.

   Sandra made sure the maid was completely off balance before letting her
go.  The woman dropped to her knees.  Tears had begun running down her
slightly wrinkled cheeks.  She was nearly trembling with fear but all her
thoughts were of her daughter.

   Sandra began pacing the room.  Every few strides she would stare daggers
at the maid and seemed to be muttering to herself.  She was so mad she
didn't know what she was going to do.  She picked up the titanium driver
and stood over her, slapping the head into her hand.  Then she shook her
head and tossed it aside.

   She planted a foot in the middle of Juanita's chest and shoved her onto
her back.  She rested her foot on the woman's neck and sneered down at her.
"You fucking stupid spick!  You must have known what the price of your
silence would be.  I'm not just going to fire you, bitch.  I'm doing to
make sure you and your little cunt daughter get deported." Sandra noticed
the woman stiffen slightly when she called her daughter a cunt.  The little
girl really was Juanita's only reason for living.

   Angelica wasn't an anchor baby.  She had been born in Nicaragua and had
been four when Juanita made it to America.  Sandra could get them both
hauled away with a single phone call.  The maid shook her head, pleading.
"No, no.  Please no.  I'll do anything." She was crying openly.

   Sandra laughed harshly.  "Ha.  What will you do?  What can you do for
me? You're just an ugly punta.  Nothing could possibly be more worthless."

   Juanita was still begging.  "No, please.  Do anything you want to me but
don't send my daughter away."

   Sandra began putting her weight on the maid's neck.  The helpless woman
didn't even try to fight, just laid there with her hands by her sides,
struggling for breath.

   "God Sandy, leave the poor woman alone." Dennis said from the bathroom
doorway.  "If you want to fire her, go ahead.  Don't torture the poor
thing."

   "You shut up." Sandra shouted.  "This cunt just told me that she'll do
anything I want.  She's just like you.  This bitch is MINE!" she said with
viscous glee.

   She took her foot off the woman's neck and bent over her, staring her in
her teary eyes.  "Do you mean it, cunt?  You'll do anything?  Anything I
tell you to?"

   "Yes, please Mrs.  Bennett.  I'll do anything.  Please don't send us
away."

   There was a funny look in Sandra's eyes.  "Call me Mistress." She said.

   Juanita paused a split second before answering.  "Yes, Mistress. 
Please, I'll do anything you want, Mistress." Juanita's brain was flying.
If Sandra wanted a bit of a power trip, she could let her have it.  Yes,
anything.  She would do anything for her daughter.  She could debase
herself to this cold bitch.  In her life, she'd done worse...  or so she
believed.

   And ultimately, if Mrs.  Bennett who now wanted to be called mistress
crossed some line and threatened Angelica then, well...  Juanita Sanchez
knew in her heart that she was capable of killing for her daughter.

   Yes, I can endure anything for my angel, she thought to herself.  And I
can also slit this bitch's throat if I have to.  If it comes down to a
choice between murder and deportation, the rich cunt is dead.

   Sandra could not know what was going through her main's mind and missed
the hard look in her reddened eyes.  Instead, she straddled the woman's
head.  "You missed the fun and games.  I taught that little twat a lesson
and a half.  I don't think she'll be screwing with anyone's husband ever
again."

   Her slick but tightly closed asshole seemed to be staring down at
Juanita.  The maid was mystified as to what her mistress was doing.  "I
made horse dick over there fuck her up the ass." She laughed evilly.  "She
didn't like that much.  Me, I like a good ass fuck and I have to admit, my
fucking husband is pretty good.  So after I sent her packing, he fucked me
up the ass too."

   She paused.  "And now you're going to eat his cum out of my ass and
swallow it down, bitch!"

   Mrs.  Bennett mashed her butt down on Juanita's face.  She giggled as
she ran her scummy crack up and down her maid's mouth.  She had her hands
on the prone woman's thighs and Sandra's legs pinned her arms to the
carpet. Juanita tried to struggle but could barely move.

   "What's the matter?" Sandra asked.  "You said you would do anything. 
Well, open your mouth and swallow my man's cum!"

   The big woman pulled her ass a couple inches from Juanita's face.  The
maid stared cross-eyed at the looming orifice and was horrified when it
dilated open.  Viscous, slightly yellow slime began to dribble out.  It
began to spread across her lips and chin and threatened to infiltrate her
nose.  "Open your mouth, bitch!" Sandra shouted.  She pressed her gaping
ass down on the woman's mouth again.  "Eat it!"

   "God Sandy, that's disgusting.  What the hell is wrong with you?" Dennis
said while keeping his distance.

   "She deserves it!" Sandra yelled, bouncing up and down on top of the
woman's head.  "You just watch yourself if you don't want more of the
same." She said to her husband.  "I fucking own both of you and you know
it."

   Sandra rose slightly and slid her pelvis down Juanita's body, wiping her
ass and pussy down the woman's cloths as she did.  Resting her weight on
the woman to keep her pinned, Sandra studied her red, slime-covered face.
The maid's lips were pressed tightly together and she was breathing
roughly, trying to keep the scum out of her nose.  "I said eat it." Sandra
said.  She ran a finger along Juanita's cheek and lips, gathering a helping
of the toxic brew.  "Eat it, bitch.  I'd think you'd be used to the taste
of shit.  Nicaragua is such a shitty hellhole." She laughed at her own
joke.

   She poked her slime-covered finger between the maid's lips.  "Eat it or
you and your daughter will be back there by this time tomorrow."

   Tears were streaming from Juanita's eyes.  She could not speak without
opening her mouth and to open her mouth was to surrender.  The thick liquid
on her face was revolting.  Juanita fought, trying to roll her mistress off
but it seemed hopeless.  For a few moments her eyes searched for Dennis,
praying for rescue but that seemed futile as well.  The coward had lost his
cajones.

   What was the point?  If Juanita somehow won free, her life was
effectively over anyway.  She could not bear the thought of raising her
daughter in her home country.  There may be worse places in the world but
for a single mother alone with a pretty young daughter...  Juanita's mind
shied from the thoughts.  Juanita Sanchez has been a prostitute on the
streets of Managua for years.  When her daughter had been born, her birth
taking place in a fifthly squat in the barrio, Juanita had sworn to herself
to do whatever it would take to make her daughter's life better.

   Juanita had sold her body almost daily to support herself and her
daughter in those early years and then traded on the same commodity during
her tortuous journey north, spending her fading youth.  She lost track of
the number of times she had been raped and beaten.  Once she had offered
herself to a feared street gang even though she was already suffering from
what she was certain were several broken ribs.  She had spent much of that
night unconscious but the next day, someone loaded her and her child onto a
truck headed north.  It was a hellish night that she remembered little of
and it gained her perhaps a hundred and fifty miles of safe travel with her
barely-four-year-old daughter.  She thought it was worth the exchange.

   Juanita allowed her mouth to open.  Tears continued to flow from her
eyes as she let her mistress guide more and more of the sludge into her
mouth.  She tried to ignore the taste though her stomach protested
strongly. Finally, she closed her mouth and swallowed.

   The moment Juanita had opened her mouth, a rush of excitement ran
through Sandra's body.  The ability to exert this level of control over
another human being was a new kind of thrill.  And then, when the ugly
bitch actually swallowed the shit-stained cum, adrenaline ran through
Sandy's body almost like she was about to climax.

   "That's the way, bitch.  Drink it all down.  As long as you obey, you
and your daughter are safe." After two more reluctant swallows, the bulk of
the juice was gone.  Sandra was insanely turned on and needed more
stimulation.  She turned to her husband but his dick was so soft and wilted
it almost disappeared into his pubes.

   "Come on, punta.  You've got more work to do." She said.  Angrily, she
hauled the dumpy woman to her feet and ripped her blouse open.  The maid
wore a slip and a bra beneath her outer clothing.  Stepping behind her,
Sandra whipped the tattered blouse down her back and off her arms and then
yanked the slip off over her head.  She unhooked the bra and Juanita let if
fall in front of her submissively.

   Sandra stood in front of her maid and surveyed her body.  Juanita's
shoulders were slumped and her dark complexion was uneven.  Her breasts
were not enormous but nevertheless hung down loosely half way to her navel.
Her nipples were almost black and were plastered flatly across the
low-hanging peaks.  Two or three folds of wrinkled fat covered her stomach.

   "God, what an ugly thing you are." Sandra said in a conversational tone.
She slipped her thumbs under Juanita's waistband and tugged both skirt and
panties down the maid's legs.  She wore neither stockings nor nylons.  Her
thighs were pocked with cellulite.  Her pelvic bush was thick and black,
trailing wispily up to her belly-button and out onto her thighs.

   "I can't imagine how someone as dumpy as you ever got knocked up in the
first place." Sandra muttered.  She picked up the woman's blouse and wiped
her hands on it and then used it to clean most of the residue off the
maid's face.  She ignored the tears that continued to flow freely.

   Juanita Sanchez had never been a beauty but in her youth, the men had
found her appealing enough.  Her current appearance was due largely to
those hard years.

   "When was the last time you were with a man?" Sandra asked.

   Juanita's mind had half-retreated to escape the ordeal and it took a
little while for her to answer.  "Four or five years." She answered.

   Sandra looked at her speculatively.  "I'm right, aren't I?  You were a
punta.  A prostitute down in that shit hole?" She asked, making no effort
to keep the nasty edge off her voice.

   Juanita's eyes focused on Sandra's.  "The word's puta.  There's no N."
She explained.  Somehow, the petty correction seemed important.

   "Fine then.  You were a filthy, cock-sucking puta.  Right?"

   Juanita nodded.

   "Good" Sandra said.  With a hand around the back of her neck, she guided
the naked maid to the bed where Dennis was sitting in uncomfortable
silence. "Suck his cock and make him hard for me."

   Quietly, Juanita said, "Yes mistress." As the woman bent between her
man's legs, another thrill of power ran thru Sandra.  Juanita wrapped her
lips around Dennis's limp noodle while he closed his eyes, shaking his head
with shame and resignation.

   Sandy dug a hand into her pulsating pussy.  "Make it quick, I'm so
fucking horny I'm about ready to walk out onto the beach and rape the first
man I see."

   Juanita had caught brief glimpses of Dennis's equipment before but no
more.  She had gotten the impression that he was big but had not been able
to judge his true dimensions.  In fact, a few times what she had seen led
her to assume that she had gotten confused and had not really seen what she
thought she did.  She did not think that any man could be that big.

   Dennis was far larger than she had imagined, easily twice the size of an
average man.  But for Juanita this was only a matter of curiosity as she
had lost the capacity for sexual arousal or pleasure long, long ago.

   While Juanita worked on Dennis's slow-to-rise cock, Sandra fantasized
about endless beaches full of studs lining up to fuck her.  She felt
certain that something very similar to that was in her near future.  Dennis
had yet to grasp the endless appetite for raw sex that he had re-awakened
in his wife.  If anything, Sandra felt that the urges she was feeling now
were likely to grow even greater than they had in her swinging orgy days.

   Coming briefly out of her revere and in need of hard cock, Sandra
prodded Juanita in the side with her big toe.  "You must not be very good
at giving blowjobs, puta.  How tough can it be to get a guy hard when there
are two naked women in the room with him?" Then she laughed.  "Of course,
when one of them is as ugly as you, I guess that can actually be a
disadvantage.  Maybe I should have left your clothes on."

   "Sandy, can I ask a dumb question?" Dennis said.

   "It's probably the only kind you're capable of asking." She replied.

   "Why'd you come home early anyway?"

   This time her laugh held some genuine amusement.  "The fucking caterers
screwed up the omelets.  Can you believe it?  The eggs were bad.  Half the
players ended up puking out their guts.  That fat old hag Mary Waters
almost barfed all over me." Sandra of course had just had a fruit plate.

   "God, what is taking so long?  Come on you two, what's the problem? 
Dennis, is she just so ugly you can't get hard or is it because you're not
the stud I thought you were?"

   He groaned in response.  "I think that the actual problem is that I just
had to watch her eat your ass and now she has the same mouth on my dick."

   She didn't say it but Sandra realized that that was actually a pretty
good excuse.

   "Well I'm tired of waiting" she said and she stepped onto the bed and
pushed her husband onto his back.  She saw that he was half hard which
wasn't enough for her purposes.  "Well, keep at it, slave.  You will keep
his cock in your mouth until you get him hard." She faced the laboring maid
and knelt, presenting her beaver to her husband.  She glanced down between
her thighs and caught his eye.  Actually, seeing her like that with her
tits hanging low and her hair dangling behind her head was quite arousing
as was the slick slit she held before him.  "I'll let you eat my cunt this
time." She said.  "If I'm not satisfied, we can switch to my ass."

   She pressed herself to his mouth and sighed as he wiggled his talented
tongue into her moist folds.  She watched Juanita nurse on his cock head.
It still had the slightly pointed shape that indicated he was not yet fully
aroused.

   She groaned with approval when she felt him push two fingers into her
ass while he sucked gently on her clit.  "Oh, good boy.  It's nice to know
that you can learn." She ground herself onto his face and hissed as he
nipped her bud softly between his teeth.  "You're a fucking asshole but
you're a pretty awesome fuck."

   She wrapped her hand around his nearly hard member, causing Juanita to
withdraw.  "Suck on his balls." commanded Sandy while herself placed her
mouth over his slowly inflating head.  As Juanita dutifully buried her face
in his aromatic groin, Sandra pressed Dennis's cock to the back of her
throat.  It was almost frustrating.  She had deep-throated scores of cocks
in her day but her own husband was just too fucking big.  The head
completely filled her mouth along with barely an inch of his shaft.  She
let herself drool over it heavily and felt it grow and throb.  It was one
of the greatest feelings in the world to feel a cock come to life.

   Dennis's skillful ministrations and the feel of his burgeoning flesh in
her mouth triggered an orgasm.  Sandy moaned and snorted, deliberately
forcing the cock to gag her as she came.  Then quickly, while her body was
still trembling in pleasure she scrambled around to face her husband and
impaled herself upon his fully erect shaft.  "Oh god yes, I think I came
again." She breathed and her pussy continued to convulse around the
intruder.

   She stayed fully impaled on him while her climax coursed through her
body.  Dennis was almost in awe of his wife as she sat majestically over
him absorbed in pleasure.  Before this day, their wildest session of sex
had included two orgasm on his part and perhaps half a dozen for her.  That
was an anniversary night and he had been stunned and a little hurt when she
had abruptly fled to the bathroom, leaving his third towering erection
unsatisfied.  She never told him why she had gone off like that even though
he had become rather angry trying to drag an explanation out of her.

   With her hands on his chest, she was slowly twisting and bobbing her
hips, using her husband's cock to explore every recess of her depths. 
There was a strange, almost distracted expression on her face.  In a voice
that echoed that vague expression, she spoke to Juanita.  "Go shower and
get dressed, puta.  Then come back with a pencil and paper.  I need you to
do some shopping."

   Relieved to be dismissed, the maid left without questioning her
mistress.

   Sandra lay herself down across Dennis's broad chest.  Her soft breasts
were pressed wide and he could feel her firm nipples shift gently with each
breath she took.  Her hips continued their slow dance around his erect
tool. "Oh god, you feel so wonderful in me.  You really are the best."

   He rested a hand on her back and tried taking stock of the day.  "So,
where does this leave us?" he asked.

   She bore down on his rod with her cunt muscles.  "Like I said, I own you
now.  From now on, your only purpose in life is to satisfy needs."

   His hand slipped down to caress her wide, firm buttocks.  "Sorry, I
always thought I was doing that." He paused, wondering if he should
continue.  "You've always been the one to call a halt to our love making."

   "Ah." She said.  "But that was when I was on the wagon.  Catching you
with that skank kind of knocked me off." She took one of his nipples
between her teeth, nipping at it painfully but briefly.

   "What do you mean?" he asked.

   "Oh honey, you didn't know me before.  I mean, I really couldn't have
married you if you had known the old Sandy." He remained silent, waiting
for her to continue.  Her hips had stilled.  Dennis could swear that the
throbbing pulse of their hearts were synchronized.  Her pussy was so warm
and wonderful he felt like he would probably fight any force that tried to
remove it.

   "I suppose today they would call me a sex addict.  Well, I guess they
would have back then too but you didn't hear people talk about that sort of
thing back then."

   He hazarded a comment.  "I've heard from quite a few people that you
used to be really wild..."

   She laughed softly.  "No one you could have heard anything from could
know even a quarter of what I got up to.  Did you hear me tell sugar tits
that's I'd taken three cocks up my cunt at the same time?"

   "Yeah." He said, skepticism clear in his voice.

   "Well, it's true." She said.  "Of course, it was more a stunt than
something that actually felt good.  Being stretched like that was real nice
but no one could really move properly.  It's not a fuck so much as a mass
squirm.  But I've done it four or five times.  It's the idea of three cocks
at once that's most of the real thrill I guess."

   She smiled quietly, feeling him continue to throb inside her.  "Taking
it in the ass is like that too.  It feels good enough but it's more about
blowing a guy's mind and showing just how nasty I am."

   Dennis's voice almost cracked when he spoke.  "And why is it that that
Sandy wasn't around when I met you?"

   She sat up straight, looking down at him like a goddess.  "Well, I was a
bit crazy.  And I mean that literally.  Once I got rolling, I had no
control."

   She waited a moment to see if he would connect the dots.  Either he
didn't or was just waiting for her to continue.  "That's why I never let
our love-making go too far.  I had to cut things short before I got too
excited."

   He did speak now.  "The first time I did you in the butt today, you
started cumming in a constant stream that just went on and on.  I've never
seen anything like it."

   She smiled.  "Yeah, I can rip off some pretty awesome ragers when the
stimulation is right.  I think that bit was so good because I was still so
fucking pissed off."

   "Is that what you meant by losing control?"

   She barked a laugh at that.  "Lord no.  That was just a nice fuck." She
shook her head and then shimmied her hips, pulling his crank this way and
that.  "You still have no idea what you're gotten yourself into, boy.  I'm
still completely in control.  Mostly because you're still hard."

   "Things get nasty when I'm still horny and there's no hard cock to fuck.
That's why I had to divorce Richard.  It wasn't the poor guy's fault. 
Hell, he was pretty good in bed, definitely above average.  But he was only
human.  I was draining him dry every night, forcing him to cum five or six
time and then cussing him out when he couldn't get it hard again."

   Dennis didn't know how seriously to take this.  She continued.  "We
tried everything.  We did swinging but I kept scaring the guys away.  I
spent a fortune on sex toys...  I had to get rid of them when I decided
that I had to try to change my ways.  Richard set up a bunch of gang-bags
for me.  Those were wonderful.  A couple of times they actually tired me
out, although it took ten or twelve guys."

   She was grinning now, certain that her husband wasn't believing her and
just as certain that he would soon be witness to the sort of extreme
debauchery she was describing.  "Things might have worked out if those gang
bangs had actually been enough." She seemed lost in thought.  Her hips
moved more vigorously and she seemed to be reliving some past memory. 
"Things really came to a head the night I was guest of honor at a frat
house and fucked twenty guys until dawn."

   "Richard came in to get me at around 8am, all the guys were lying
around, mostly naked.  He even did a head count.  I'd knocked out twenty
guys and then met him at the door with a slutty kiss and a hand down his
pants.  He tried to act impressed and proud but I could tell that he was
becoming kind of disgusted."

   She stilled.  "And then, when we got home, all I wanted to do was jump
his bones and fuck him into the ground.  I'd spent all night fucking twenty
fit college guys and still needed more.  I drained my husband four times
and when he couldn't get it up again...  well, it's not like I hadn't been
rough on him before but I guess he'd just had enough.  The nicest thing he
said to me was that I belonged in the loony bin.  I told him that all men
are wimps and that he was the king of the limp losers."

   She sighed.  "After we separated I slept around like...  hell I can't
think of a comparison.  I'd spend a week or more away from home at a time,
sleeping in whatever bed I ended up in after picking up a guy or five at a
bar.  I made trips to three different college towns to bang the
fraternities." She wrinkled her nose.  "It turns out that if you do a gang
bang with a frat house more than two times or so, they really start taking
you for granted and kind of loose interest."

   Absently, she massaged her heavy breasts.  "Of course, the gossip got
pretty bad and I started losing friends.  And hell, I knew what I was doing
was...  well, not wrong but certainly not healthy or maybe even sane."

   She shrugged.  "So I gave it up.  I gave away or threw out my toys and
stopped picking up men.  It was easier than I thought really.  My problem
wasn't that I was always thinking about sex.  The problem was that once I
got started or once I passed a certain point actually, I couldn't control
myself."

   "All I had to do was keep things on the tame side and I could manage."
Then her eyes narrowed and she glared at him.  "But I do kind of miss
letting it all hang out and just taking pleasure from a bunch of guys.  I
gave up a lot and seeing you with that fucking bitch reminded me what I've
been missing and the fact that you've been getting your fill of pussy while
I've been denying myself the cock I crave is just unacceptable."

   "Long term, I'm not sure what's going to happen.  Short term, I'm going
to indulge myself and you're going to be there every step of the way.  You
will serve my every need.  Not only will your big cock be mine morning,
noon and night, you will find me other men to fuck and you will watch them
fill me up with their jizz."

   She was glaring intently into his eyes and with every word, her
movements atop his penis became more vigorous until she was slamming
herself down on him at an incredible pace.  She had a hand on her clitoris,
alternately rubbing it and then slapping it hard.  "Squeeze my tits." She
ordered.

   Dennis took a heavy mound of flesh in each hand, caressing them.  "No,
squeeze them.  Squeeze them hard like you're trying to juice an orange."

   "Don't you mean cantaloupe?" he asked with a smile.  Sandra's tits stood
out like footballs when he pressed his fingers into their pillow mass.

   "God, shut up and fuck me." She said.  "I'm almost there.  And don't you
dare cum.  God damn it, If you don't give me at least three more orgasm
before you go soft on me, you're going to be eating my fucking ass till the
sun goes down."

   Dennis pumped his hips up at his wife to meet each downward lunge. 
Their bodies made a slapping noise with each impact and his balls flew up
to meet her ass.

   Sandra screamed hoarsely as she climaxed.  She dug three fingers into
her snatch alongside his shaft as she came, clamping down hard on her clit
and yanking her pussy's opening wide.  "Oh god, fuck, yes!"

   She stayed atop him for another minute as her orgasm ran its course and
then rolled off of him.  Turning herself, she began to lick her secretions
from his red pulsing manhood.  He groaned, "Oh god baby, you're killing
me."

   She dug her nails into his scrotum.  "I'm serious asshole.  You owe me
two more orgasms.  If I don't get them, you dine on my big brown hole."

   As she licked up the last of her delicious juices, Juanita hesitantly
entered the bedroom.  Her hair was damp and she was wearing a fresh change
of clothes.  Sandra saw her in the doorway.  "Did you bring something to
write on?" She asked.

   "Yes mistress" the maid answered, entering the room.

   Sandra nodded but turned to Dennis.  "Sit up at the headboard." She
instructed.  He did as he was told, his hard cock swaying and bobbing as he
did.  Once he was in position the long shaft pressed itself against his
stomach.

   Sandra straddled her husband with her back towards him and guided his
big tool back into her gaping sex.  His legs were spread and she split her
own legs even wider.  From where Juanita stood she could see the thick
tendons in Sandra's thighs and her prominent clit standing proudly over her
wet pink pussy.  Dennis's thick cock pushed her lips wide open and
disappeared into her body.

   With one finger softly toying with her clit and her internal muscles
massaging themselves on her husband's solid member, Sandra smiled
contentedly.  "Come sit on the bed with us and take down a shopping list."

   The maid did as she was told, keeping her eyes averted from their joined
bodies.  Sandra quietly hummed to herself for a bit, lost in thought. 
"There are two shopping lists, actually.  First, the grocery store.  We
need party supplies." She proceeded to tick off a list of sandwich makings,
beer, soda, chips and ice.  She ordered rather a lot.

   As she finished the grocery list, she began slowly rocking forward and
back in her husband's lap.  "Now on to the other list.  There's a great sex
shop in town...  I'll give you the address before you go.  I need you to
pick up a bunch of stuff."

   Juanita's pencil halted over the page.  "Mistress...?"

   "Yes?" Sandra said pleasantly.

   "I...  you want me to go into one of those places and buy...  things?"

   "Yes, that is what I want you to do."

   Juanita's pause did not last as long as it might have.  "Yes mistress.
What will I buy?"

   Smiling and looking at the ceiling thoughtfully, Sandra continued. 
"First of course, a large assortment of dildos and vibrators.  Get a large
selection of all sizes.  At least ten dildos I would think and four or five
types of vibe." Juanita's hand was shaking as she tried to take notes.  "Go
ahead and get some of the smaller ones, they're nice to have around but
make sure to get the big stuff."

   She deftly pulled herself off her husband's cock and then lowered
herself back down behind it.  It jutted up obscenely past her sex, its head
near her navel.  She put both hands around it and stroked it suggestively.
"See, this is pretty big, it's eleven inches by the way, but I'll want
something bigger.  A lot bigger.  Don't worry about getting something too
big...  either I'll make it fit in one of my holes or have a ball trying."

   "Also, pick up one of those body-massager things, you know, it looks
like a rolling pin with a big knob on one end?  The kind that plugs in. 
OH! Add batteries to the grocery list.  Lots of batteries, C and D cell. 
By the way, plan on going to the sex shop first and then the grocery
store."

   Sandra slid herself back onto her husband's straining cock.  He was
almost whimpering with suppressed tension.

   "On top of those dildos, get four or five butt plugs of different sizes.
Again, don't worry about anything being too big...  I won't get mad if
something ends up being unusable."

   "Now then, I'll need restraints.  See what they have in the way of
padded manacles sized for both arms and legs.  I think that store carries
chain as well, get a couple dozen feet or something."

   She now had one hand toying with a nipple while she twirled some hair in
the fingers of the other.  "You know, I'd like nipple and clit pumping
system but I really should buy that myself so let's skip that for now. 
Also, I'm not interested in whips, floggers, hoods or gags.  But if they
have leather bindings, get some."

   "Am I forgetting anything?  Pick up some DVDs, go heavy on gang-bangs.
And some cock rings, all sizes.  Hell, get a penis pump too."

   She was silent for a bit.  "I can't think of anything else.  Do you have
all that?"

   "Yes, mistress" Juanita answered, her voice unsteady.  "But I don't know
if I can..."

   Sandra cut her off.  "You can do anything for you daughter, right? 
Well, I don't think going into a sex shop and buying up half their
inventory is really all that big a deal compared to other things I can
think of.  Besides, no one will bother you there.  Aside from the fact that
it's really a pretty safe place, who the hell would want to touch an ugly
sack like you?"

   A tear or two rolled down the maid's cheek but she said nothing.

   "One thing before you go" Sandra said as she settled down lower into
Dennis's spread lap.  "I need your help to cum again.  Come suck my clit."

   Juanita Sanchez approached on hands and knees, crawling between the
coupled spread legs.  Moistening her lips nervously, she bent forward and
pressed them to her mistress's pink bud.  Sandra shivered in response. 
"That's right," she said, a hand on each breast, kneading them.  "Suck on
it just like a cock.  Let you teeth scratch across it.  Ohh..  yeah, like
that.  Hmmmm."

   In no time, Sandra was panting and flushed.  Though her body flailed
about, her hips remained strangely still as the Hispanic woman nursed on
her love button.

   As Sandra came, she locked her legs around the maid's head and mashed
her face against their joined sexes.  She could feel her husband tremble
with restraint and the other woman sputtering gasps.  It was a good climax.

   When the burning pleasure had faded, Sandra released the maid and
disengaged from her husband.  She bent to kiss his angry cock head.  "Be
right back" she told it.  It seemed to leap at her touch, making her
giggle.

   She stepped off the bed and opened a closet.  There was a small safe
there and she opened it and began counting out hundred dollar bills.  "Use
the card for the groceries but pay cash at the sex shop." She said.  She
stopped for a moment at $800 but upon reflection decided on $1200.  She
handed the money to Juanita.  "Just spend it all."

   Knowing she was dismissed, Juanita quickly left the room, her knees weak
at the prospect of what she must do.  She knew Mrs.  Bennett was right; it
really made no sense to be so bothered by her assignment.  But she was. 
Such places instantly brought to her mind visions of the brutal men that
had made her previous life such a horror.

   Sandra mounted the bed and bent on all fours in front of her husband. 
"Home stretch, boy.  You may cum this time as long as you get me off too.
And as a bonus, I'll let you pick the hole.  Then you can rest for a
while...  but don't think for a second that your day is over."

   As it happens, Dennis prefers his wife's pussy...  her surprising,
amazingly talented and flexible pussy.