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   Caught!  (M/FF, FF, Viol (medium to mild), NC, anal)
   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.
   Denis 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 Denis 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.  Denis and Sandra had met four
years earlier at a socialite party he had more or less conned his way into.
Denis 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 Denis.  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 Denis would act as her devoted husband in
public.  And along the way, he would live the high life.
   Denis and Sandra's sex life was pretty good.  Denis thought of himself
as a stud and with some justification.  Sandra was a sexy and lush sort of
woman.  But Denis 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 Denis 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
   Denis 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 Denis
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.  Denis had learned to
play the game but wasn't very good.  The tournament was a women-only
charity event so Denis 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, Denis 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.  Out of the corner of his
eye he saw the maid Juanita watching from the kitchen.  He ignored her;
she'd seen it all before.
   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.
   Denis'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
Denis 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 over 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." Denis 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.  Denis
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?" Denis 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.
   Denis 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 little pink pussy."
   Grinning, cock in hand, Denis 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.  Denis backed off.  "God, don't stop." She said.  Denis began to
push against her gently.
   "No, no.  It won't work if you're so gentle." she said.  "Force it into
me.  I've got to have that beautiful thing in me."
   Those words were music to Denis'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."
   Denis 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 Denis 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." 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
used to lick it off my fingers when I was twelve years old.  I'd sometimes
spend half the night masturbating." She grinned evilly at him, knowing her
words would blow his mind.  For all he knew, they might even be true.
   Well, blow he did.  "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 Denis'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 thru eight gave her enough hot lotion to begin rubbing it into
her tits.
   Denis 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's 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 smuck 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 wonton that Denis'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 towards 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 we 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 and biting her lip.
Her climax left her panting and shaking with excitement.  Her hands
squeezed and twisted her tits.  Having cum once, Denis was quite a ways
away from orgasm and continued to fuck her soaking cunt.
   "God, I think I could really get use to this.  Denis, 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." Denis 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.  Denis 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."
   Denis 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."
   Denis sighed and let up on the pressure against her pussy without really
withdrawing at all.  "Actually, you wouldn't have been the first."
   She started pushing at him.  "Get off, I need a minute." Denis 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 she kissed 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.  And 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 rod.  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 wanton 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," Denis
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.  Denis held the chick's hips in
a death grip and was trying desperately to hold back his orgasm.  Snorting,
he bore down as hard as he could, trying to hold back the flood.  He loved
his ability to give women pleasure.  He revelled in being a world-class
stud and he thought he could probably bring this red-hot slut off one more
time before losing control.
   The girl was just beginning to get back into rhythm after her most
recent orgasm when Denis noticed movement out of the corner of his eye.
   Something hard smashed into the side of his head.  The blow stung like
hell but didn't so much stun him as confuse him.
   "You fucking sack of shit!" a voice screamed at him.
   "Sandra!" he yelped, trying to cover his head with his hands.  Before he
was able to protect himself, his wife jabbed his skull with the titanium
driver a second time.
   "You stupid fucking bastard" she screamed.  There's no way of knowing
whether she was using the deadly weapon in her hands like a prod because
she didn't actually want to kill him or merely because she was too mad to
think to use the golf club properly.  She could have lined up on his head
like a tee and sprayed his brains across the wall.
   Denis had his arms wrapped around his head now, protecting his cranium.
The beach babe was babbling a string of panicked questions but hadn't made
a move to get off him yet.
   Sandra jumped up on the bed.  She kicked him in the side, hard.  She
kicked him again.  She was only wearing socks but she was hitting the soft
organs below his rib cage where she could really do some damage. 
Fleetingly, an image of Sandra kicking and stomping on him while wearing
golf cleats flashed before his eyes and Denis got really scared.
   He'd never seen Sandra really and truly mad before.  She could be catty
with the best of them but it was a shallow thing, mean-spirited yes but
still basically a form of play.  However, there had always been a little
something dangerous about his wife, something suggesting that her sanity
and composure were delicate facades...  it used to add a little something
to their relationship but now Denis felt himself going pale with fear.
   There was no telling what she was capable of.
   She was still wearing her stylish golf ensemble of short pants and a
polo shirt.  Denis knew there was a hefty sports bra under it keeping her
heavy tits in check.  She looked kind of cute in a mature sort of way.  Her
luxuriously curled, shoulder-length brown hair was technically her natural
color but it was augmented by artistically applied highlights until it
shown like amber.  Of course, the effect was ruined by her red face and the
look of snarling rage that was on it.
   "And who the hell are you, cunt?" She roared, turning on the girl.  She
slapped her hard, not across the cheek but to the ear and temple, rocking
the girl on her phallic perch.
   The beach bunny actually had some spine in her and she recovered quickly
from the blow.  "What the hell's your problem, lady?" She spat back.
   That was followed by a pregnant pause of little more than a second
before Sandra erupted, "You're fucking my husband you stupid skank!" This
was followed by a closed fist to the jaw.  Sandra really let her have it
and the girl was slow to shake it off.
   Sandra stepped behind the girl.  Where the beach babe was lean and
rather short, Sandra was built just a size or two under valkyrie status. 
Statuesque, as they say.  She was a little soft through the middle but her
leisure activities of golf and frequent tennis had kept her legs firm and
lent a hint of muscle to her arms.  She was 5'10" and built to military
spec.
   She was a pissed off valkyrie.  The girl screwing her husband was still
shaking the cobwebs loose when Sandra hooked the shaft of her golf club
across her throat and pulled back with both hands.  She planted a knee in
the middle of her deeply tanned back.  No, she wasn't trying the kill the
girl, not right then, but she was going to make her suffer.
   "What's her name, asshole?" Sandra's voice was horse.  There were tears
as well as murder in her eyes.  The girl was sputtering and turning red. 
She had both hands on the shaft that threatened to cut off her air supply,
struggling.  Sandra was too big, too strong and too angry for there to be
much hope of escape.
   "Jeeze, Sandy, what are you doing?  Let her go!"
   Sandra twisted her hands around the club, her knuckles white and red
with tension.  "I said, what's the cunt's name?"
   "I...  I don't know.  Let her go Sandy.  Don't do something stupid here.
Baby, I'm sorry..." Denis was holding up his hands, pleading.  The girl was
still impaled on his cock and he felt trapped beneath her.
   "You're sorry?  You don't even know the bitch's name?  This isn't the
first time you've screwed around, is it?" she asked menacingly.  The girl
now felt like she was fighting for her life, gasping for tiny sips of air.
Sandra's iron grip and superior leverage were unyielding.
   Suddenly, it did yield.  The girl gasped with relief, breathing the
sweat air deeply.  Tears were streaming down her face and her nose was
running.  She'd had a spine but in the face of Sandra's onslaught it had
shriveled to nothing.  The girl was scared.  "What's your name, girlie?"
Sandra asked, her forehead pressed to the girl's.
   The girl was still searching for breath and sobbing at the same time. 
When she didn't answer quickly enough, Sandra hit the side of her head with
the shaft of the driver.  "I asked you what your name is, cunt."
   "Candice." she choked.
   "Candice, huh?  You like my husband's big cock, Candice?" Sandra placed
the club across Candice's throat again, threatening her.  "You like
screwing married men, cunt?"
   "I didn't know." Candice cried, her hands struggling to keep the deadly
club away from her windpipe.  Sandra barely noticed the girl's attempts.
   "Didn't know huh?  Yeah, didn't know, didn't care, didn't think it
really mattered, I bet." There was an ominous pause.  "You fucking little
bitch." She screamed.  She tightened her grip and began choking Candice
again.
   Sneering at Denis she said, "She seems like a tight little honey.  Is
that the way you like them, jerk?  Was she suitably frightened of you big
horse dick?" Denis was waving his hands and shaking his head.  He was
desperate for the words to calm his wife down but couldn't find them.
   "She couldn't take it all, could she?" she released pressure on Candice
again.  She bent over and shouted into her ear, "Well, bitch, were you
woman enough to take all of my man's meat?"
   Both Denis and Candice were at a loss for words.  Actually answering the
question seemed pointless.
   Sandra was still boiling mad.  She flung the club across the room where
it put a dent in the wall.  Denis was momentarily relieved, believing the
worst was over.  But, still standing on the bed behind Candice, she wrapped
her hands around the girl's neck.  Snarling she said, "I bet I can make you
take every inch."
   With those words, Sandra began pounding the girl up and down onto her
husband's erect penis.  Despite his panic and despair, he had remained hard
inside Candice's struggling body.  Now his wife tried to use the girl's
body like some kind of perverse, inverted butter churn.  "Take it, bitch"
his wife was screaming, "Take it all.  Every fucking inch of the bastard's
big fucking dick." Candice had her hands on Sandra's arms, not struggling
so much as hanging on for dear life, desperately trying to avoid a broken
neck.
   Perversely, Candice barely felt the abuse her womb was taking.  Yes, it
felt like she was being battered to pieces but her mind was fully occupied
by the hands around her neck.
   With her rage-fueled strength, the little slut seemed to weigh nothing
to Sandra.  Up and down, up and down.  She'd beat the little sluts innards
to a pulp using her husband's adulterous prick and then, after the girl was
bleeding and unconscious, she'd cut the fucking thing off.
   Suddenly, at just the right lucky moment, Candice twisted and jerked
herself forward, slipping loose of Sandra's grip.  With adrenaline-powered
speed, she scrambled away, pulling herself off Denis's cock.  It popped
free with an un-noticed spray of fluids.
   With a wordless scream, Sandra lept after the girl but she was too
quick. Candice scampered off the bed, heading for the balcony door,
instinctively seeking daylight.
   Sandra grabbed for her trailing hair, briefly catching a few clumps but
not enough to slow her down.  The valkyrie stepped down off the bed to
pursue the skank but felt a hand clamp down on her ankle.  She stumbled to
the floor.  Denis followed her down, trying to pin her.  "Jesus fuck,
Sandy, that's enough.  That's way past enough.  Are you nuts?
   Sandra almost laughed at that since his last word almost perfectly
coincided to the forceful meeting of her knee and his scrotum.  Denis's
breath left him and he cringed involuntarily.  He managed to stay on top of
his deranged wife but was desperately trying to protect his nuts from a
second blow.  He was stuck between two choices...  either maintain leverage
or protect his nads.  He tended towards the later.  Sandra's powerful legs
bucked and kicked and she rolled her husband off and scrambled to her feet.
   He reached for her leg again but she kicked loose.  Puffing, his big
cock still adamantly erect, he struggled to his feet.  He still had that
queasy feeling in his guts.
   Sandra was making a bee-line for the balcony and Denis stumbled after
her.  He couldn't see where Candice had gotten to.
   Denis's long, desperate strides were enough to catch up to Sandra.  He
caught her by the arm, no longer caring if his grip hurt her.  His wife
wasn't too concerned either.  She whipped her free elbow back at his face,
connecting hard across the eye socket and forcing him to release his grip.
   Denis was seeing stars and was stooped over with his hands across his
face, cussing his wife.  He didn't see that she had turned to face him.  He
had no warning before a vicious spinning kick buried her heel into his
side.
   Sandra's parents had sent her to an exclusive high school that billed
itself as an academy.  In addition to its high academic standards, it
emphasized a strong athletics program.  Not football and basketball but
more refined pursuits like fencing and karate.  Sandra had been an
indifferent student for the most part but had been among the top of her
class in martial arts.  Even though she had had a serious gawky stage back
then, she had been quick and had a mean-streak that translated itself into
an effective aggressive style.
   She had not pursued any martial arts after leaving the academy but what
she had learned made her a lot more dangerous than she appeared.  Her
high-school training had never come up in conversation so Denis had no idea
she knew how to fight.
   The kick to his kidneys sent Denis to his knees and drove all rational
thought out of his head.  Sandra turned her back on her gasping husband and
stalked out onto the balcony.
   Candice searched briefly for a path of escape.  There was no obvious
safe way down from the balcony.  She saw the couple fighting.  When Sandra
first made it to her feet, Candice ducked out of sight, hugging the wall
beside the doorway.  She looked around for a weapon of some kind...  the
plant pots were too big and the big umbrella over the table was...  well,
she had now idea how to get it free and it was way to big to do anything
with anyway.  The chairs were actually large concrete benches with pads. 
Candice didn't think a pillow fight was going to deter the enraged wife.
   Nevertheless, Candice had had a minute or so to catch her breath and
clear her head.  That big-boned bitch was out of her mind but Candice
wasn't going to go down without a fight.  The moment Sandra stepped onto
the balcony, her eyes searching for her quarry, Candice charged her, trying
to tackle her to the ground.
   The blond skank hit Sandra in the side just below chest level.  The
bigger woman hadn't spotted her in time to protect herself and so went
stumbling into the wall.  Candice held on, driving her shoulder into the
older woman's side.  Sandra grunted at the impact.  Candice withdrew a
half-step and attacked, landing slaps and punches to Sandra's midriff. 
When the younger woman went for her face Sandra blocked one blow and then
another.  The bigger woman lashed out, landing a punch on the meaty part of
Candice's shoulder.  It did no damage but Candice knew immediately that
whatever temporary advantage surprise had given her was gone.
   With surprising finesse, Candice feinted with another punch to Sandra's
face but then quickly spun and darted back through the door.  Screaming
with rage, Sandy pursued.
   This time, Candice headed for the correct door, the one that would lead
to the stairs down to the main floor and the exits.  But Sandra was close
behind and before the girl had made it half way across the spacious master
bedroom, she caught one leg with a kick, sending Candice sprawling.  Sandra
ran past the girl and slammed the bedroom door closed.  She locked it... 
it was easy enough to unlock from the inside but it would still take
precious seconds to do so.  Sandra didn't want the little bitch going
anywhere just yet.
   Denis was on his feet now, partially recovered.  He was yelling, as was
Candice who made it to her feet as well.  With a look of disgust, Sandra
backhanded the girl.  Candice saw it coming and warded off most of the
blow. Denis rushed forward, grabbing Sandra's arm and yelling at her.  She
tried to yank free but Denis was strong and determined to restrain his
wife. She tried twisting and ended up with Denis behind her, her arm locked
painfully behind her body.  Denis locked his other arm across her chest
near her neck.
   Denis was trying to speak reason to her but she wasn't hearing the
words. Feelings of betrayal and rage made her deaf.  Candice was in front
of her now, looking at her like she was some kind of crazy woman.  Some
kind of crazy old woman who couldn't keep her husband satisfied.
   What really pissed Sandra off the most, what had made her blow her stack
when she had found the little bikini on the living room floor and heard the
passionate sounds from above, was the fact that Sandra had be denying her
own sexual urges for years for the sake of her social status and her
marriage.  Sandra's sexual appetites had driven her first husband to demand
a divorce.  The poor man had been willing to live with an open marriage. 
He was willing to let Sandra indulge her appetites to her heart's content
and she had done so, attending orgies and inviting groups of men into her
bedroom and investing a fortune in sex toys.
   It wasn't so much her over-active sex drive that had caused Sandra's
first marriage problems, it was the way she acted when she was horny and
not getting satisfaction.  There are people known as "mean drunks" that get
belligerent when they've had one too many.  When Sandra got really turned
on, she got very demanding.  Any male in range that wasn't living up to her
demands was ridiculed and abused in deeply humiliating ways.  Her former
husband had of curse borne the brunt of this abuse.
   Sandra had spent the years following her divorce cutting a swath through
the country's male population and leaving devastation in her wake. 
Eventually, the gossip had gotten so bad that Sandra's sex life was having
detrimental effect on her social life.  Also, she did sometimes feel guilty
about her behavior after the fact.  So, she had turned over a new leaf and
vowed to keep her libido in check.
   Living with Denis was slow torture.  He was a magnificent stud; Sandra
had miscalculated.  She should have found some milquetoast little twerp
with a five inch dick...  it wouldn't have been so hard to hold herself
back.  But she had wanted someone who could make it good for her within the
bounds she had set herself.
   And now to find him feeding his appetites with some tight little cunt
like this...  she was still burning with murderous rage.
   So here they were, her husband with his cock still hard, now poking her
in the small of the back.  She could still feel the skank's dampness on
him. She could smell the bitch's sex too.  And there she was, standing not
three feet away with this weird look of contempt and pity and still a
little fear on her face.
   Sandra had stopped struggling but Denis could feel the trembling tension
in her body.
   "You're a really stupid little bitch, aren't you cunt?" Sandra said with
a sneer.  "You're just standing there when you should be running."
Candice's eyes got big but it was too late.  Roaring, Sandra kicked out
with both legs, catching the slut square in the tits and thrusting her
half-way across the room.  The move forced Denis to stumble backwards and
onto the bed.  He tried to hang on to his wife but she writhed and twisted
and pulled free.
   Sandra was off the bed in a flash and met Candice as she regained her
feet.  The bigger woman punched her in the stomach, causing her to buckle.
Then she kneed the side of her head with almost casual contempt.
   Before Denis could muster his courage to come at her, Sandra retrieved
her titanium driver.  She knew that ultimately, he could overpower her and
she didn't want that to happen.  With club in hand, she stood above the
moaning girl.  "Keep back, asshole.  I'll knock her skull into next week if
you touch me!"
   Denis just stared, dumbstruck.
   "Hey, cunt, can you hear me?  Candice, can you hear me?"
   "Wha d' you wan?" she answered blurrily.
   "I want to show you something." Leaning the club against her side,
Sandra skinned out of her polo shirt.  A plain gray sports bra held her
chest in check.  She stripped it off.  Her heavy, pale C cups swayed and
jiggled.  They did not sag, they hung majestically.
   Now placing the club under her arm, Sandra awkwardly stripped out of her
white pants, dragging her panties along with them.  Now nude, except for
her socks, she tossed her cloths aside.  Her brown bush was neatly trimmed
and matted with sweat.  Her stomach was soft and not exactly flat but it
did frame her deep navel fetchingly.  Her pussy lips were visible,
noticeably darker than the rest of her flesh save for her nipples which
were the same soft brown.
   Sandra shoved Candice onto her back and stood above her.  "This is a
woman's body, Candice.  Not only can I break you in half, I can please
countless men.  I can take anything any man can dish out and ask for more
and mean it." She wedged the club's head between the young girl's legs,
pressing it against her bush.  "You think you're enlightened and sexual and
god's gift to men because to sleep around.  You think you're a good fuck."
   Sandra crouched low and looked the girl straight in the eye.  "But a
really good fuck doesn't just satisfy a man; she drains him dry and makes
him beg for mercy.  A real woman can drain four or five or ten men in a
night and send them home limp, exhausted and smiling." And now she smiled
with inspiration.
   She dropped the club where it was, allowing it to fall over between
Candice's legs while still seated against her cunny.  She put one hand
around the girl's neck and the other under her arm and lifted her to her
feet in one smooth motion.  With her hand still locked around the little
babe's neck, she walked her over the bed.  She aimed the girl's eyes at her
husband.  "Would you believe that this pervert's cock is still hard?  Well,
that's fortunate.  I'm going to show you just a little of what it means to
be a real woman."
   Sandra swept Candice off her feet and dropped her onto the bed with her
head positioned somewhere near the middle.  Sandra crawled across her body
and placed her bush above Candice's face.  She was turned away from her
husband and towards the girl's feet.  Sandra slid four fingers into her
pussy.  Her nether lips split and swallowed half her hand with ease.
   "This is a woman's cunt, little bitch.  Do you see how it opens up?" She
spread her fingers, making the genitals in question open wide.  "A real
woman's cunt can fit any size cock.  I myself have had three cocks in my
pussy at the same time." She paused a moment, bringing her hand to her
mouth and tasting herself.  "Hmm, I bet you taste almost as good as I do.
Have you ever been with another woman, slut?
   "Yeah." Candice croaked.
   Sandra laughed deeply.  "I just knew it.  A little lezzy play seems to
be very popular among young skanks these days.  I'll let you taste me in a
moment but first, I want you to put one of your little fingers in me."
   Sandra waited patiently as Candice hesitantly did as she was told. 
Sandra's pussy was yawning so wide, Candice nearly got her finger all the
way in without even touching her flesh.  "It's so loose and wet, isn't it?
Might as well be a puddle.  But of course, a real woman's pussy has a few
tricks." And with that, Sandra clamped down with her vaginal muscles.  The
opening around Candice's finger collapsed in a heartbeat and held on
tightly to the digit.
   Sandra laughed.  "Ha!  Do you see?  Tight as a little boy's ass." She
worked her muscles along the girl's finger.  It felt to Candice like the
older woman's cunt was trying to suck her hand in.  "And would you believe
that I'm kind of out of practice?" Sandra asked.  "I've been trying to
behave myself since I married this bastard so I haven't really been putting
my little kitten through its paces the way I used to."
   She looked over her shoulder at Denis.  "Okay asshole, since you're
still hard, put that big piece of meat where it belongs.  I want this
little girl to see what it really means to get fucked." He began to object.
Sandra seemed to have calmed down.  Perhaps he could reason with her.
   But she cut him off.  "Denis, believe it or not, our marriage isn't
over. Not necessarily, at any rate.  You have two choices.  You either do
everything I say or I throw you out on the street so fast it takes two days
for your tan to catch up."
   Sandra's ultimatum was met with about two seconds of silence.  Then,
Denis moved into position behind her wide, upturned ass.
   "Okay little girl, watch how a real woman handles a well hung stud like
my bastard husband."
   Whatever was going through Sandra's mind, Denis made the decision then
and there to do whatever he had to to remain her husband.  "How do you want
it?" he asked, trying to sound confident but failing.
   "I want you to fuck me about five times harder than you ever have
before. Things are going to change around here.  You can start things off
right by making me cum by battering my cunt to sludge."
   Denis could barely believe his ears.  After their first few times
together, Denis learned that Sandra was one of the few women that could
take his entire cock.  He also learned that she liked it fairly rough.  As
a consequence, he had often made love to her aggressively.
   Now she was asking him to pound her more violently than he had ever even
imagined fucking a woman.  No, surely she was just saying this for Candice
to hear.  Yes.  He would fuck her.  He would give Sandy a really good bang
and let her show off for the little slut.  But there was no reason to go
overboard.
   Denis started strongly, ramming his hard cock into Sandra in one long
jab.  His abdomen slapped against her ass loudly.  "Fuck," Sandra said in a
surprisingly composed voice.  "Yes, again, harder.  Did you see that little
girl?  The whole thing in one thrust.  His fucking horse cock slid in all
the way without any resistance."
   Denis slammed into her three more times.  "You hear that, you wanna-be
slut?  The slosh and the slap?  That's what's really fucking sounds like.
I'm so fucking wet I never need lube no matter how big the cock or toy."
She absorbed several more thrusts.  "The only problem is that he's not
doing it hard enough.  Come on you worthless sack of shit.  I told you to
fuck me hard.  This is barely up to your normal performance.  Stick it to
me like you mean it.  You can't hurt me with just you silly muscles, I was
fucking built for this shit."
   Denis snorted and clamped his hands around her hips.  He jerked her body
into his as he thrust powerfully.  Now, Sandra's neck was snapping with the
force of each impact.  "Yes!" she cried, grunting with each impact.  "Punch
my insides.  Treat me like a street ho!"
   Denis continued to fuck her violently.  Sandra was laughing.  "You're
doing better.  But you need to keep it up and don't you dare cum." Denis's
face was strangely blank as he focused on his control.  "I'm making it easy
on him right now.  I'm staying loose for him.  Watch what happens to the
poor fucker when I squeeze down and make myself tight like you." With that,
Sandra's stomach muscles stiffened and her pussy closed in around his dick
like a fist.
   Denis made a strangled noise.  The rhythm of his thrusts altered
significantly.  "Shit." He groaned.
   Sandra was laughing again, the convulsions sending ripples along her
husband's pounding shaft.  "See, he just went from fucking a Big Gulp to
fucking a straw." She twisted her ass.  "Hey, come on, don't slow down. 
Fuck me harder.  Fuck me as hard as you possibly can, asshole."
   Straining and panting, Denis was forcing his enormous cock in and out of
Sandy's now vice-like pussy.  He had never felt her so tight.  "I don't
understand.  How come you've never been like this before?" he asked.
   "We'll talk later" she answered.  "Now, someone yank on my clit.  If I'm
going to get off before horse boy here loses his load, I'm going to need a
little more stimulation."
   Candice was staring at the colliding body parts inches from her face.  A
steady drizzle of Sandra's copious fluids were raining down on the girl's
face.  She had noticed Sandra's clit...  it was nearly an inch long and
stood proudly atop her slit.  Hesitantly, she reached out to touch it. 
"There you go, girl.  This is a real woman's body.  Unlike you're hidden
little pea, my joy bud is something you can really sink your claws into. 
Go ahead, girl.  Grab it.  It's meant to be played with."
   The stiff little clit slipped through Candice's fingers several times as
the married couple's bodies continued to pound into one another but finally
she caught it for a split second before it pulled free with a rubbery snap.
Sandra hissed.  "Fuck yeah.  That's the stuff.  Go one, grab on and give it
a twist.  Hell, try to hurt me if you want.  Need a little revenge?  Go
ahead and try to tear my clit off."
   Her face burning with lust and anger, Candice did as she was told.  She
captured the older woman's mini-prick and squeezed it hard, twisting and
yanking at it.
   Sandy went crazy.  She screamed and cursed.  "Shit yeah!  Oh fuck it's
been so fucking long.  This is so fucking good.  I'm going to come.  Both
of you, just do it.  Rip me apart, I don't care, just make me come!"
   Thirty more seconds of violent pounding and clitoris abuse were enough
to send Sandra over the edge.  "I'm cumming!  Oh fuck yes, a real orgasm
after so fucking long.  Shit, here it comes!" She was screaming now and bit
down on the bed's comforter between Candice's legs.  She shuddered stiffly
and moaned long and deep.  "Don't stop.  Oh god, keep fucking me." She was
still cumming and begging for more.  Denis was reaching his limit but he
tried to clamp down on his pending eruption as hard as he could.  His cock
was jumping and throbbing with eagerness to release.
   Under their bodies, Candice was inundated with fresh flows of nectar
from Sandra's climaxing body.
   "Don't you dare cum you bastard." Sandra said as she regained her
breath. "I'm going to need a hell of a lot more fucking if you hope to
remain a kept man."
   He groaned in resigned frustration.  Sandra's pussy was now doing a
dance on his pounding shaft.  He had slowed down a bit and she didn't seem
inclined to object for the moment.  In fact her hot passage seemed to be
playing with his enormous member now, rippling along its length and
seemingly sucking it in with each thrust.  "You're fucking amazing babe."
He said.
   She laughed.  "Oh you have no idea you poor schmuck.  For the rest of
your life you'll look back on this day as both the best and worst day of
your life.  From now on I am going to fuck you to death nightly.  You've
really let the genie out of the bottle."
   She felt him begin to swell even larger inside her.  "No!" she
commanded. "You can't cum yet!"
   "I can't help it.  Shit, here it comes."
   "God damn you you worthless slug.  Shit.  I can feel you shooting." She
was pissed but she had to laugh.  To Candice she said, "I little beach slut
like you probably never gets to feel a man cum inside her, do you?  They
have to wear a rubber or pull out.  The asshole came too early but god, his
hot cum burns so good in my cunny."
   Denis was panting heavily.  Sweat was pouring from his body.  He held
himself tightly to his wife's ass, pumping cream deep inside her undulating
qwim.  "Did you cum before I caught you two or is this your first?" His
wife asked.
   "This is my second." He answered.
   "Shit" Sandra said.  She pulled himself off his member.  "Well, if you
think you're going to go soft on me just because you already came twice,
think again." She said.
   She turned around to face her husband.  His big red cock was covered in
cum.  Her mouth watered at the sight but she restrained herself.  "Stroke
it, worm.  Keep it hard."
   Denis was still trying to catch his breath.  "Babe, please, there's no
way."
   Sandy snarled, "If you go soft on me now, we're thru.  If you want to
remain my husband you're going to have to be a real champion stud." Her
voice softened a bit.  "Don't worry dear, I plan to inspire you."
   She sat down on Candice's chest.  The girl struggled briefly but it was
obviously no use.  "You just keep stroking you big dick while I feed your
girlfriend here all the 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 her body 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 here 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 her shaft seemed firm.  "Is that thing going to be able to do its
job?"
   "That was pretty hot honey.  Yeah, I'm ready for whatever you want."
   "Glad to hear it." She said.  She gave Candice a push and let her lay
down off to the side.  Sandy then knelt in front of her husband again.  She
reached into her pussy, dipping half her hand into its sloppy hole and it
came away soaking in their juices.  Denis was stunned when her soaking hand
slid up to puckered brown anus and began spreading the juice around. 
"Sandy?" He asked.
   She chuckled and two fingers slid with ease into her ass.  "I've never
let you use this hole before, have I?" she asked.  A third finger stretched
her chute still further.  She moaned softly.  "The truth is, I fucking love
taking it in the rear.  I love it so much, I can't control myself.  So, I
swore off."
   She removed her hand.  Denis stared at her widely gaping asshole as if
in a trance.  "Well, fuck that.  If you are going to go around fucking
worthless little sluts then there's no reason in the world why I should
deny myself real pleasure."
   She glanced at the girl lying submissively next to her.  "Watch my ass
swallow this fucker."
   And that's what her ass did.  Denis was going to go slow but Sandy's ass
had still not closed up from her fingering.  Her sphincter swallowed the
fat head of his cock with ease.  Her ass was intensely hot and it seemed
like the most natural thing in the world to thrust all eleven inches of his
manhood into her back door.  "My god, you feel incredible." He said with a
moan.
   "Yes I do.  You don't have any idea how hard it's been, resisting the
urge to beg you to spear my ass with your fucking horse dick."
   "I still don't understand."
   "I said we'd talk later." She responded.  Keeping her ass held high and
pressed hard against her husband's groin, Sandra let her head and shoulders
drop to the bed.  Her face was turned so that she could watch Candice
watching her.  "For the moment, all you need to know is that I used to be
the ultimate party girl.  I've been to a couple dozen orgies and I've been
the center of twice that many gang bangs.  But I gave it all up before I
met you."
   Her hands went to her cut.  Four fingers dug into her honey-hole while
her other hand squeezed her fleshy mound.  Her clit was pressed between a
pair of fingers and she began to stroke it.  "Now fuck my ass and make me
cum."
   Denis had already cum twice and hadn't ever really gone soft.  Now, in
the velvet confines of his wife's forbidden passage, his cock was as hard
and long and thick as it had even been in his life.  He cinched in his grip
on her hips and began to ride her ass hard.
   Sandy was on cloud nine.  It had been so long since she allowed anything
to enter her brown hole, the hot and full sensation Denis's cock was giving
her was almost overwhelming.  He may have felt that her ass was very
yielding but Sandra could feel herself stretching deliciously along ever
inch of his rod.
   Anal sex had always been so deliciously dirty for Sandra.  It was one of
her biggest turn-ons.  That was why she had given it up completely.  It was
guaranteed to send her lust into high gear and turn her into the demanding
bitch that had almost destroyed her life.
   With half her hand in her pussy, her clit under constant assault from
her other hand and Denis's big piece of meat reminding her rectum what a
good fuck was like, Sandy came quickly and hard.  She called out wordlessly
as her entire body writhed.  She gyrated wildly on Denis's cock. 
Fortunately, after already cumming twice, he was a long way from reaching
orgasm again.
   "Yes, yes yes." Sandra shouted.  "Oh god yes.  Fuck me you bastard. 
Ream me out.  Oh shit, I don't think I'm going to stop cumming.
   Sandra was on a role.  Between her own hands and Denis's tireless
thrusts, she was able to sting orgasms together for over five minutes,
sometimes laughing, sometimes screaming with ecstasy and always begging for
more.
   The comforter beneath her was sopping wet with her flowing juices.  The
puddling stain was a couple feet across.
   From time to time, when her eyes were open and not rolled into the back
of her head, she watched Candice as the girl stared at the spectacle. 
After five minutes of constant orgasm, the sharp edge of Sandy's hunger was
blunted a bit though she could still feel a broader swell of need growing.
Her long suppressed nature was reasserting itself.  And Sandra realized
that the little bitch hadn't been punished nearly enough.
   "Okay stud," she said.  "You can take a moment to cool off.  I want to
have a chat with Candy here."
   Denis's cock was in danger of getting raw and the gratefully withdrew
from his wife's steamy hole.  She leaned over and kissed the peak of
Candice's pussy mound and turned to smile at the girl.  "We shouldn't leave
you out" she said.  She helped the girl slide back into position in front
of Denis.  The older woman turned her so her head was at the foot of the
bed, turned away from Denis.  The girl felt the soggy comforter under her
ass and suppressed a giggle.
   Still smiling, Sandra bent to trace a line down Candice's stomach with
her lips.  She playfully caught a few strands of the girl's soft brown
beaver between her teeth, plucking them gently.  The girl shivered.  Her
nipples were standing up like gumdrops.
   Sandra ran her hands along the girl's legs, caressing her as she gazed
down at her slit.  Then she gently pried apart her pink folds with her
fingertips.  "I'm so glad you're wet." She murmured.
   She was astride the girl now.  Sandy's big ass, her anus still slightly
ajar, was right in the girl's face.  It fascinated her.  Sandra's
completion was flawless; there wasn't a blemish anywhere on her seemingly
enormous globes.
   The woman continued to tickle her pussy lips.  A tricky 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 shins and held them high and wide. 
Candice suddenly realized that the older woman's legs were across her arms.
Sandra shifted her weight and Candice was suddenly pinned.  "No." the girl
begged, her voice weak with fear.
   "Oh hell yes!" Sandra said, sitting up straight and letting her weight
press down on the smaller woman's body and pinned arms.  She pulled back on
the girl's bronzed legs, elevating her little ass.  Everything about the
girl was lean and well toned, including her tight derriere.
   "Let's see how much of that big cock this little ass can take, dear."
   "What?  No.  Come on Sandy, I'm not going to do that."
   Her eyes got hard and narrow.  In a low but very dangerous voice she
said, "Just skip the protests and do what I tell you." It was a simple
statement but her face implied threats that Denis couldn't bear thinking
about.
   But still...  "Sandy, no.  This has gone far enough." Candice was
sobbing quietly.
   "Then leave, Denis.  Those are your choices.  You either force your big
fat cock up the poor girl's ass in the next thirty seconds or you walk out
of this house and never come back."
   What kind of man is Denis?  He believes that he is essentially a nice
guy.  He knows he's a bit cynical about sex.  He knows he's a freeloader
whose only talent is tied to his cock but he's still a nice guy.  He's
considerate to his lovers, he's a good guy to have beers with and he can
even do a passable job at being witty at his wife's fancy parties.
   But at his real core, when the chips are down, what is he?
   As he pressed the spongy head of his long, thick cock against the tiny
opening of Candice's rectum, he silently mourned the death of his cherished
illusions.
   His mourning was silent.  Candice's screaming protests and cries of pain
were not.
   Had he been able to bring his eyes to meet hers, the look of
satisfaction and naked lust on Sandra Bennett's face would have chilled his
blood.
   Boondocker
  
Caught part I