It was a contest on who could have the most orgasms, who could give the most juice. Of course, they couldn't keep up with Beatrice it seemed like a gallon of juice came out of her, and all the women were happy to lick it up.

Sunday was a day for the women to rest and be with family. They all enjoyed having a totally fucked pussy sitting around with their families as the pussy throbbed all of them wearing pads to soak of the juice that continued to flow out of the pussy. Lotion and first aid cream helped heal the cuts and sores on the cheeks. They all thought it was a small price to pay for the intense orgasms.

Beatrice had a camera installed in the basement. She would stay in bed and watch what they did while gently rubbing the pussy having a small but continuous orgasm. She would have a good sleep after putting a vibrator in the ass, one in the pussy, and attaching one to the clit.

On Monday, Marcella went after the new intern Amy. She was small barely five feet tall but had a sweet compact body. She got excited watching her walk around the office the cheeks pumping up and down in the tight slacks, the ample tits bouncing. Amy didn't like wearing bras couldn't find one that was comfortable, so they swayed all over and the nipples were sometimes visible in the tops she wore. Of course, no one else noticed jut Marcella, who was constantly checking out all the women at work wanting to get between their legs and see what they tasted like. She was always on the hunt for new pussy to enjoy.

She went into her cubicle. There were three trays of envelopes on her desk. It was a simple job, take out an envelope, look up the customer's name in the computer and check a box that they were sent a tax form. The company hired college students every tax season. Marcella was in charge of the project and loved having new interns every year. For her, it was like a hunt, find her prey, stalk them, corner them, and enjoy their sweet bodies. Marcella wasn't very pretty so many rejected her, but once she got her hands and mouth on their pussy, they never wanted her to stop touching and sucking.

"How are you doing?"

"Fine," Amy replied. She was wearing a low-cut top today and Marcella had a good view of some delicious natural cleavage.

"I hope you are not bored to tears?"

"It's fine. I need the money college is so expensive."

"I'm sure it is. Maybe you would like to make some extra money. You can work at the garden club on Saturday. It pays ten dollars an hour.

"Really, that much." She was making only six dollars an hour for this job.

"Yes, picking vegetables and flowers, out in sunshine and fresh air, a nice change from this cubical farm."

"Sounds good."

Marcella took a post-it note and wrote down the address. "We start at eight so it gets done before the summer sun cooks us. There will be other things to do so you will get eight hours."

"Sure, I can work longer if you want. I will see you then."

Amy's mother dropped her off. She walked around to the back figuring that was where the garden would be. The house was big, two stories, five bedrooms. Beatrice stood and checked her out and Marcela was right; she was absolutely lovely, short blonde hair, an incredible body. She was wearing bib coveralls that were shorts. The thighs were milky white and just plump enough to make her want to suck on them. There was no bra and the tits stuck out the side.

She opened up the door and went out on to the back porch.

"Hi, I'm Amy. I'm looking for Marcella."

"I'm Beatrice; she will be along shortly." Beatrice already got a text that Marcella would be running late. Odessa and Sabrina wouldn't be coming at all. Beatrice wanted to see them every Saturday, but they had family obligations. She picked up the two baskets and gave one to Amy.

"We have a two-acre garden."

"Do you live her by yourself?"

"Yes, for now. The land where the mall is was part of our farm. My parents sold it and retired. They are on their second world cruise. So you are in college?"

"Yes, I'm working on my MBA."

"I hope you are better student than I was. I never finished high school."

"I made the honor roll last semester."

"Good for you. I spent all my time chasing boys. Your boyfriend doesn't mind you working on Saturday?"

"I don't have one. I'm not interested right now."

"You are so pretty and sexy. You won't have any problem finding a man when you're ready."

"You don't have any children?"

"No, three miscarriages left be barren."

"Sorry, so what do you want me to pick."

"Pick a few of everything, tomatoes, squash, beans, and corn. It goes to the kitchen for the homeless shelter. Then we pick flowers for the senior center and care facility."

They started picking. Beatrice was going slow spending more time watching her bend over loving the sweet little cheeks that were so round and plump.