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 His hands were gentle on her back.  Too gentle, really.  Timid seeming. 
Alice sighed quietly.  Let him think it was a sound of contentment rather
than frustration.  For a studly looking guy, Stewart was a real dud.
   Like most of her flings since starting college, Alice had met Stewart at
a party.  He was a grad and a bit older than her, which she liked.  Not too
tall at about 5'10" with short-cropped, sandy colored hair.  And he was in
excellent shape and obliviously worked out at the gym some.  Alice was
attracted to him immediately and when he turned out not to be an arrogant
blowhard, she'd happily let him take her home to his off-campus apartment.
   She'd been taken home by a lot of guys in the last couple years.  She'd
let herself go a bit wild after finally breaking away from home and had
become a bit of a connoisseur of cocksmen.  She was expecting Stewart to be
another fun ride.
   Well, that first night had been a letdown.  He was clumsy with the
foreplay and didn't last long in the main event.  On the other hand, he
turned out to have a larger than average cock and had been able to get hard
again for her several times.
   But he still hadn't been able to bring her off, shooting way too early
every time.
   She'd been genuinely puzzled by his ineptness.  Alice convinced herself
that the problem had been the booze and pot.  So she hinted that he should
ask her out for a date and the next night they'd ended up back in his bed.
Sober and ready to fuck all night.
   If anything, the second night had been worse.  Stewart just didn't get
the job done, leaving her hanging time after time.
   She hadn't quite told him how disappointed she was... she wasn't the
bitchy sort... but she was quickly running out of patience.  They'd done
the texts and lunches thing for about a week and Alice was realizing that
in addition to being a dud in bed, Stewart didn't have much personality. 
She was trying to let things wind down naturally.  That's why she tried to
brush him off by saying she was going to the beach today but he'd taken
that as an invitation.
   He did look good out here on the beach in his trunks.  Flat, slightly
defined stomach, nice pecs and pretty awesome ass.  She'd noticed several
other woman checking him out and it should have been exciting to have this
man's hands on her in public like this.
   But she didn't think she could go home with him again tonight to face
all that frustration and she was feeling a little apprehensive about how to
give him the brush off.
   A shadow fell across the couple.  Alice sensed someone standing above
them.  Stewart turned to look at the visitor and his hands tensed suddenly
on Alice's back.  She heard a husky woman's voice say, "Well hello there
Stewart.  You're looking good.  Who's your little friend?"
   Alice turned on her side and tried to look up at the woman.  She was
silhouetted against the pale blue sky.  Her first impression was of a very
well built, curvy woman with a halo of luxurious amber hair glowing in the
sun.
   Stewart nearly stuttered when he answered.  "Hi Sandy.  Uh... how are
you doing?"
   Alice glanced at him.  His hands were braced tensely on his thighs now
and he was avoiding eye contact with the woman.  The husky voice answered.
"Oh, I'm absolutely fabulous, sugar."
   Sandra gazed down at the couple.  Stewart.  It had been months since
that tumultuous day when her beast had been released.  She'd fucked... what
was it, six?  No, eight strange men that day.  They'd recruited a bunch of
guys from the beach outside their vacation home and Stewart had been one of
them.
   He'd rather embarrassed himself, cumming way too quickly more than once.
Sandra had gotten pissed and humiliated him in front of a room full of
horny, naked men.
   She remembered it all very fondly.  Letting her sexy bitch out to
dominate inferior male specimens was just so fun.
   Time for more fun.  She studied Stewart's companion.  She was young, not
much past twenty, Sandra guessed.  Pale skin, glistening now with suntan
oil, and bottle-blond hair in long curls.  She was probably of average
height and on the chubby side but it looked good on her.  She was still
young enough that the extra padding was tight and jiggled nicely.  In
another five to ten years the girl would likely be a cow but right now, she
looked like a curvy little sex machine.
   She was wearing a sky blue two piece, the top hardly containing her soft
tit flesh.  "How about you dear?" she asked, addressing the girl.  "How's
stud-muffin Stew been treating you?"
   The girl seemed at a loss.  Who was this woman?  Why was Stewart acting
like a five year old who'd wet himself?  Alice answered, "We're fine.  Are
you out for a day on the beach too?" Lame small talk was the only option
Alice thought she had.
   "Oh, I live right over there.  I'm on the beach pretty much every day,
checking out the latest crop of beef."
   "Excuse me?" the girl said.
   Sandra remained very casual as she said, "Men, dear.  I like taking
small groups of men home with me to fuck."
   She gave Stewart a slow smile.  "Isn't that right, stud-muffin?"
   "Stewart, is this woman serious?"
   He just stammered.  "Uh, that is.  We, um."
   Alice looked back and forth between the two.  "When was this?" she
asked, confused by how jealous she felt.  She didn't even like Stewart, why
the hell did she care?
   "Oh, months ago." Sandy said, making a dismissive gesture.  "It was only
the one time.  I mean, Stewie here wasn't exactly an MVP." She paused a
moment, feigning thought.  She said to Alice, "So are you two together? 
Sleeping together?"
   Alice was too flummoxed to be properly offended by the question.  "Not
together really no.  Just a few dates, slept together a couple of times."
   Sandy listened careful to the girl, studying her reaction.  She wrinkled
her nose and said, "Sounds to me like you're about to give him the brush
off.  I certainly would; the man is hopeless with a woman."
   Stewart blushed furiously and made an indignant noise.
   Alice laughed out loud despite herself.  The older woman's manner and
blunt speech kept taking her off guard and circumventing her better nature.
"Yeah, right?  It's so weird; such a nice package but no game at all." Both
women laughed together.
   Furious, Stewart surged to his feet.  Sandra was an inch or two taller
than he.  She was wearing a sleek one-piece swimsuit, a style she seemed to
favor.  This number was some kind of dark gray but on closer examination
was almost shire.  Light shone through it slightly, most noticeable where
her heavy breasts cast shadows over her shapely stomach behind the taut
fabric.
   Stewart sputtered.  "Quit that!  Shut up.  Stop laughing!"
   Sandy's eyes narrowed.  In a thin voice she said.  "Watch it,
quick-draw. Do I need to teach you some manners?  You know you don't want
to make me mad."
   "Fuck you, you crazy bitch!" he shouted.  "Just get the hell away from
me!" Stewart was in a sort of panic.  Sandra intimidated him on a number of
levels and she also aroused him immensely.  Her powerful, statuesque body
and dominating sexuality frightened him.  She'd made him feel so helpless
and dirty the last time they'd met...  and what scared him the most was how
much he liked it.
   Sandra was very still.  "What's your name, honey?"
   "Alice." the girl answered, getting to her feet.  "I think I'll just
leave.  Please don't call me Stewart, she's right, this wasn't working
out."
   "Hold on there, sweet cheeks.  Don't go.  If you've been trying to get
satisfaction from this looser, I bet you need a good fuck."
   "Excuse me?  Are you bi or something?"
   Sandra's mouth twisted, "I play with girls once in a while but no, I'm
not bi.  I think you'll really like my husband though."
   "God damn it!  Just shut up you bitch!" Stewart ground out through
clenched teeth.  His hands were clenched in fists and it looked like he was
ready to hit Sandra.
   "Stewart, ladies are talking." Sandra said sternly.  "What do you say,
Alice?  My husband is wonderful.  I absolutely guarantee satisfaction."
   Despite herself, Alice was curious.  "If he's so wonderful, why do you
fuck so many other men?" she asked.
   Sandy Bennett grinned.  "Because I'm a rich bitch that can do whatever
the hell I want."
   "Alice, come on.  Sandra is a mean, crazy piece of work.  Let's just get
the hell out of here." He reached to take Alice's arm but in a blink Sandra
was in his face.  Her big tits felt so warm and wonderful against his
chest. Even snarling, her face was beautiful and just fucking sexy.
   Stewart rose up on his toes, hissing.  She had his cock and balls caught
in her big, strong hand.  Through the thin swim truck material she could
feel his hot flesh twitch.  "Here's what's going to happen.  I am going to
tell my husband to treat Alice here like a queen.  Give her exactly what
she needs.  What you can't give her."
   Though she looked angry and poised for violence, Sandra's hand was
sensuous and skilled, stroking his cock through his shorts.  The long,
thick shaft was prominent and the head was emerged above his waistband.
   "You and I will watch her orgasm over and over again and while they do
that, we'll work on this problem of yours."
   Alice was staring, transfixed, at Stewart's bulbous cock.  Oh, why did
such a wonderful piece of meat end up attached to something so worthless?
Sandra asked her, "Tell me the truth honey.  We need to be honest so that
stud-noth'n here can learn.  Has Stewart ever made you climax?"
   The pale woman shook her head.  "No.  He always finishes practically
before I get started."
   Stacy nodded at the confirmation.  She let her fingers cup the head of
Stewart's cock while her palm gently rubbed the shaft.  "Yes, Stewart has a
serious problem.  Watch this."
   She stared intently into his eyes, the sexual heat in them shocking him.
Her hard nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her suit rolled and
burned against his chest as she subtly rocked against him.
   In a stage whisper Alice could plainly hear, she spoke into her ear. 
"Three" Her thumb brushed his throbbing glands.  "Two" she sighed, her hot
breath tickling his earlobe and down the back of his neck.  "One" she said,
closing her eyes and biting her lip.
   Stewart's cock convulsed.  His knees shook and he grunted.  Alice
watched amid a host of chaotic, contradictory thoughts as his fat cock
surged and spurted.  His creamy white flow humped in spurts from his penis
and dripped across Sandy's hand.
   It was a beautiful, erotic site but pathetic at the same time.  Sandra
had just made the dud cum with a thirty second hand job.
   Sandra wiped her hand off on his chest, stomach and shorts leaving
behind a wet, gloppy sheen.
   With a flourish, Sandra linked arms with Alice on one side and Stewart
on the other.  "Alice, let's go get you properly laid." She said, setting
off across the sand.  Alice and Stewart were swept along; Stewart with
resigned, hypnotic dread and Alice a kind of uncertain curiosity.
   It was a short walk.  The Bennett house sat behind the dune on a low
bluff along with a long row of similar luxurious bungalows.  A freestanding
stairway ran parallel along the bluff up to their enclosed deck and patio.
Once away from prying eyes, Sandra turned and held Alice at arm's length.
"Let's get a better look at you girl." She said, looking the pale woman up
and down.
   "Fuck, you fill out that suit like ten pounds of yummy in a three pound
bag." Without inhibition, Sandy ran a hand up the girl's comfortable belly
and sank her fingers into her soft tit flesh.  The young mammaries were
massive and so soft.  Sandy's own fantastic rack ran to a heavy C but Alice
was way past double D territory.
   Alice made a contented noise... being molested by a strange woman should
not have felt so right.  But it was true, she'd had a rough, sexually
frustrating week and her body yearned for intimate contact.  Sandy could
feel the girl's nipples hardening.
   She smiled and chuckled mischievously.  Catching Stewart's eye she slid
her hand under the girl's thin top and rolled a nipple around between her
fingers.  "She's really hot, Stew.  You are such a fucking looser... you
get your hands on a perfect creature like this and you blow it."
   She pointed her gaze down at his trunks.  "Look at that; he's still
hard. If only he had a clue about what to do with the gifts god gave him."
She slipped around Alice and clung to the young woman from behind.  Alice
shuddered and made a small noise as Sandra sank all ten fingers deep into
her pale tits.  The older woman wasn't being gentle but seemed to know
exactly how electrify the nerve endings in her breast.  After a moment of
this, Sandy pulled the girl's top up and off.
   Alice's big tits fell most of the way to her stomach.  Each was more
than a double handful.  Her nipples were a delicate pink with barely more
color than the rest of the pale skin.  They were tight and hard now, the
areolas rising in arousal.
   Sandra stepped away from the girl and sidled over to Stewart.  She
pressed against his back.  His knees went week as she molded her hot,
lust-filled body to his.  She breathed heavily in his ear and then impishly
bit his lobe.  "Would you like to learn to better please women, little
man?" she asked.
   She used Alice's bikini top to bind his hands behind his back.  He was
quietly whimpering now but his cock was big and throbbing and leaking
copiously.  She pulled his soiled trunks down his legs and left him
standing there.  Directing her voice towards the house she called "Denise!
Come out and meet my friends, babe.  It's play time!" 
  
Sandra Bennett - A Stud and a Dud