This is a work of fiction. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts. It is not intended for minors.


Sandy Bennett: Unleashing the Bitch (MF, MFF, FF, anal, non cons, viol (mild))
By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)


Synopsis: Sandy Bennett is a well-built rich woman approaching forty with a well-hung, gold-digging husband a little younger than her. Earlier in her life she had been a wild, out-of-control slut known for participating in orgies and gang-bangs and humiliating the men whom attempted to satisfy her insatiable hunger for dick. Denis, her husband, knew nothing of that previous life. She had forced herself to reform some time before meeting and marrying him.

When Sandy catches her husband with a young bimbo, she is seriously pissed. Sandy is a big, physical woman with a mean streak and years of pent-up desire. She goes on something of a rampage.



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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was no telling what she was capable of.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Candice." she choked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Denis just stared, dumbstruck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah." Candice croaked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God damn you you worthless slug. Shit. I can feel you shooting." She was pissed but she had to laugh. To Candice she said, "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 that beautiful cum." Sandra lifted her body slightly and held her pussy over the girl's mouth. Candice could see a pearl of white jizz already forming at the base of the woman's slit. "Open wide little girl, here comes a treat. But don't swallow it. This cum is mine. If you swallow it, I knock your teeth out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I still don't understand."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Boondocker
