Blake Garfield - Lashed and licked landlady

The taste of his ass was even worse than Donna had expected, and the gorge rose high in her throat as she moved her tongue down his hairy, shifty asscrack. It was like licking out a sewer, and Donna felt certain she had sunk as low as a woman could as she washed his asscrack clean. Still, the horrid taste of his shit helped divert some of her attention from the pillaging double-fuck of her pussy. Donna would hive done anything to take her mind off that whirlwind of pain and horror.

Donna could feel Gary's big cock dripping fucklube all over her tits, and knew he was close to cumming. He dug hid fingers into her silky tits until the creamy flesh bulged up between his fingers. He mauled her tits into different shapes, pulling and twisting them while he fucked his cock between them. Donna lay limp beneath him, accepting it all. There was nothing she could do to fight him.

Brad and John were fucking her faster and harder now, and Donna's legs were kicking out weakly, as though she was trying to swim away from them. Her cunt was pouring fuckjuice in a desperate, hopeless effort to ease the wrecking double intrusion. Brad's and John's cocks stirred her pussy-cream, and the two loads of jism that had already been slopped inside her into a fine bubbling broth. That broth was tinged with pink now as they fucked her cunt to tatters.

"Up my ass now, slut!" Gary growled, whipping his ass back and forth over Donna's soiled face as he fucked the silky tunnel he had formed between her lush tits. "Stick that slutty pink tongue up my asshole and pull out some nice goodies!"

Donna was broken almost beyond caring, but Gary's wards still made her a little sick. She had cleaned his asscrack almost clean, but her face was damp with filth and her mouth felt as though it would never be clean again. She knew that his asshole would be even worse. Donna uttered a tiny moan of absolute despair as she fucked her soft pink tongue up the clenching black bud of Gary's nasty, shit-caked asshole.

"Yes!" Gary screamed as he felt her tongue fuck up his asshole. A moment later, her soft, lush lips damped tightly around the filthy pucker and started to suck, and Gary felt his jism boiling out from his balls. "Suck it, you dirty whore! I'm going to cover your slutty big nipples in cum!"

Gary let go of Donna's battered tits and grabbed his jerking cock just as the first ropy strand of jism fired out. The first shot fell across the quivering white hollow of Donna's stomach. It filed up the tiny cup of her navel and reached the golden bush of her cunthair before it vanished. Gary aimed his cock down at the sexy little blonde's tits before the next eruption came. The second blast splattered over her long right nipple, capping it with sticky white jizz. The third spout blanketed her left nipple under a shiny varnish of jism.

Donna drove her tongue deeper and deeper into the humid crack of Gary's ass while he covered her chest in cum. She squirmed her lips wetly around the puckered, muscular ring of his asshole, sucking away the humid sweat of his shitter. Her tongue and mouth felt crusted with shit, but the thought that she was almost finished drove her on. All the pain, all the terror and all the degradation would be worth it if the nightmare would just end. She lapped every bit of filth she could reach out of Gary's clasping shitter, then kissed the winking bud as though it was her best-loved thing in the world. She kept on kissing his asshole until he had wiped the last of his jism off on her cum-plastered tits.

There was a strange feeling in her double-fucked cunt, one that had started with a burning tickling in her clit. Donna gasped for breath when Gary swung down off her, trying to drive the horrible feelings away.

"Look at that slutty face," John said, driving his cock into her fucked out pussy as though he wanted to fuck her to death. "Looks like somebody made her get down in the mud and root like a pig."

"Looks like somebody made an ass-licking whore do what should come naturally," Gary said. He opened another can of beer and upended it over Donna's gasping, shit-stained mouth. "Drink this down, you stuck up little cunt!"

Donna tried to do what Gary asked, but it was almost impossible to swallow with Brad and John fucking their cocks into her. Each man reached under her to grab an asscheek, and they lifted her up to meet their savage cock-thrusts. Donna moaned weakly in pain as they raped her sweet pussy with their giant slabs of cock.

Gary emptied the last of the beer on her face, then crumpled the can and looked down on her. His cock started to get hard again at the sight. Donna's beautiful, movie star face was streaked with dark brown shit. Her tits were plastered silver with drying cock-slime. Her eyes were glazed, and her mouth hung limply open as Brad and John pulverized her tiny pussy. Her flat stomach was swollen with the girth of the two massive cocks.

Donna's body shook with every bruising impact, but she was almost limp with exhaustion. She was barely conscious. The heat and the fucking and the torture had taken a terrible toll on the sexy little blonde. Physically, she was broken. All that was left was for them to break her will.

Brad and John started cumming at the same instant, and Donna cried out in agony as their burning jism boiled up inside her tattered pussy. She squirmed weakly against the awful pain, but that only made the hellish tickling inside her cunt grow more intense. She embraced the fiery pain of their burning jism, and prayed that it would incinerate any feelings of pleasure inside her.

Brad and John flooded her cunt with so much jism that streams of gooey fuckjuice rolled back out over her red pussylips and down into the tensed crack of her ass. Her pussy was like a swamp, so saturated with jism and pussyjuice that it couldn't soak up anymore. The smells of fucking were so thick that Donna couldn't smell anything else. Random flashes of pleasure danced through Donna's violated, sexy body. Donna breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't cum during the hideous gang-rape.

"You ready yet, Joel?" Gary asked as Brad and John pulled their cocks from her cunt.

Donna gasped and turned to look at the giant man.

"Yes, I believe I am," Joel said in a curiously high voice. "Thank you for saving her asshole for me."

With a flick of his wrist, he tore the long metal antenna off the hood of Donna's car. With his other hand, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

"No!" Donna screamed, finding the energy in her beaten body to kick her legs and pull at the chains that held her wrists. "No! I can't take anymore! I can't take anymore! Oh please, Gary, please, I can't take that!"

Joel was almost seven feet tall and he weighed over three hundred pounds. But it wasn't fear that she might be crushed that drained the will from the sexy blonde and turned her into a groveling slave. It was the cock that swung between Joel's legs.

"Don't worry," Joel said as he stepped up beside her. "It's not too bad until you pass the foot mark. That means you get the first, twelve inches free."

Donna screamed even before he brought the car antenna slashing down.

The first lash of the antenna made Donna shake with agony. Joel had slashed it down against the satiny little hollow of her stomach, and it was as though he had drawn a line a fire along her creamy skin. Donna moaned and cringed against the unyielding metal of the trucks hood, but there was no escape from the giant man and his cruel metal lash. The next blow came across her stiff nipple, and Donna couldn't hold back the scream of pain.

"That's it, Miss Fairchild," Joel said, his eyes alight with an unholy lust. "You think you're a pretty tough bitch, don't you? Well I love hearing beautiful women scream. If you try to be tough with me, you just might get hurt real bad."