Blake Garfield - Lashed and licked landlady

He lashed down with the car antenna again, sending an explosion of pain through Donna's other nipple. Then he hit her across the stomach a half dozen times, striping her velvety skin with vivid lines of red.

Donna squirmed slowly and painfully against the hood of the truck, too exhausted to resist but unable to stop the instinctive drive of her tortured body to try to escape the pain.

She clamped her mouth shut, her eyes sparkling with tears and blazing with anger as Joel lashed her sleek, sexy body. They had tortured and debauched her beyond the limits of what any woman could be expected to endure and remain sane, but Donna refused to surrender. She wasn't going to scream for the amusement of some fat creep with a freakish cock. She couldn't stand the thought of submitting to that final indignity.

"You better scream," John said with a chuckle. He stepped up beside Donna's head and played his sticky, half-hard cock over her gasping face. "He's just going to hurt you more if you fight him."

"Fuck you!" Donna gasped, looking from John to Gary to Joel. "Fuck you all, you lousy bastards! I'm not going to scream for you!"

"You'll scream now," Joel said, still whipping her as he stepped between her spread thighs. "You'll scream me to sleep now, you bitch!"

The same instinctive urge that kept Donna's battered body squirming atop the hood of the truck gave her the strength to clamp her legs together as Joel tried to bull his way between them. He grinned as her knees clamped around his hips, then threw down the car antenna and wrapped his giant hands around her silky legs.

"Spread those legs, Miss Fairchild," Joel said politely as he tore her to pieces. "Spread them wide so a real man can get at your pretty little pussy. Oh my, look at that nasty hole. Looks like somebody gave the stuck-up princess what she's been asking for so long."

Joel pushed her legs up until they pointed out from her hips at right angles. Donna hadn't done the splits since she had been a cheerleader in college, and even then she had never tried to stretch her legs as far as Joel was stretching them now. The muscles and tendons along her inner thighs were stretched past the breaking point. Pain shot like lighting up through her sides and across her back. Her asscheeks felt as though they were being ripped apart.

"You're like a sweet little doll," Joel said, hooking her knees over the edges of the truck's hood to hold in them in place. He stroked his giant hand almost gently over the tiny red pouch of her cunt and down across the tiny ring of her asshole. "You're a sweet little doll. You've got a doll's face and a doll's body. Scream for me, Miss Fairchild. Scream like the pretty little doll you are."

Without another word, Joel stretched her cuntlips painfully apart with one hand and grabbed the stalk of his cock with the other. Donna's breath caught in her throat when she felt the huge head of his prick press against the swollen lips of her tattered pussy. Even with her legs spread past the breaking point, the tortured little blonde didn't think Joel could make the monstrous cock fit.

And then Donna screamed for him. Joel threw himself up on top of the hood of the truck, on top of Donna's small, sexy body. The truck sagged forward on its worn shocks as Joel's body came crashing down. Donna's battered body wasn't equipped with shocks though, and he smashed her flat against the metal of the truck's hood.

Three hundred pounds of fat and muscle backed Joel's thigh thick cock as it came pushing down into the swollen folds of Donna's cunt. First the outer lips of her pussy tore open, then the inner muscles fell lax before the mammoth intrusion. A foot and a half of cock fucked into Donna's body in one hellish rush, and then Joel's huge body crashed down on her.

After her first scream, Donna's world went black. She felt, as if in a dream, Joel lifting his hips and pulling a foot of his cock back out of her. She bunched back as if stabbed with a knife when he fucked it back in. His hands clamped around the proud thrusts of her pointy tits, and he pushed them together so that he could bite and suck on both of her inch-long nipples at once. He squirmed his huge body down against her, driving the air from her lungs.

"The landlady's taking it," Brad said, jumping happily from one foot to the other as he wiped his cock clean against Donna's hot flesh. John was still wiping his cock over her other cheek, and both men were getting hard-ons once more. "She's taking it all, Gary! Oh man, she isn't much taller than his cock but she can take the whole damned thing!"

Donna moaned as Joel demolished her with his prick. She rocked back and forth underneath him, her body smashed by his weight and her cunt shattered by his freakish cock. A thin trail of saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes aimed white as they rolled back in her head. She was breathing fitfully, and her arms and legs kicked out in random movements. When Brad lost control of himself and spilled a load of cum all over her fouled, pretty face, Donna didn't even flinch. Cockcream poured into her mouth and over her face in gummy waves.

Joel threw his body high into the air and landed on her with a huge crash. He fucked her as though he was doing a series of belly flops into a swimming pool. Each time he threw himself into the air, most of his weight would leave Donna's sexy, captive body and most of his cock would leave her reamed-out cunt. Sometimes only the head of his big prick would still be buried in the desperately clinging folds of her pussy. But then he would come crashing back down, crushing the tiny, ravished blonde and filling her whole body with the massive length and girth of his fuckmeat.

Donna's head tilted limply to one side, and John pushed his thick cock between her lips as his cum started to shoot out of his piss-slit. Wave after wave of frothy jism splashed into the gorgeous blonde's mouth, but it drooled back out over her lush red lips just as fast as John pumped it in. Her body shook with the force of the inhuman fucking she was taking, and there were stray groaning noises coming from deep in her throat. She didn't even notice the jism mouthwash John was giving her. Finally, he cursed with disgust and pulled his cock from her mouth. He cleaned it off with a handful of her silky blonde hair.

"Do something, Gary," Joel said. He paused to bite down on her nipples, then looked back up again. "The whore's taking a fucking nap! Snap her out of it!"

"Nap my ass," Gary said mildly, pulling another beer out of the cooler and shaking it hard before he opened it. "We fucked her unconscious. How about giving her treat when she comes around?"

"Anything to make you happy, dear brother," Joel said, throwing himself up into the air and crashing down on the unconscious blonde beauty once more.

Gary pushed the fountaining can of beer between the fucked-out landlady's limply parted lips. For long moment, nothing happened as the beer poured into her mouth, but then the sexy blonde was coughing and spluttering and trying to turn her head away from the alcohol geyser.

Gary followed her shaking head with the can, pouring the beer down her throat to the very last drop. By the time he opened the next can, Donna's eyes were filled with tired, pain-drenched awareness.

"Good morning," Gary said with an evil smile.

"Please stop now!" Donna moaned, her big blue eyes vacant. "I can't take anymore Gary! I really can't! You're fucking me to death, don't you understand? You can keep the house! You know I'll never talk about this? But haven't I been punished enough? Haven't you done enough?"

"You feel like a gutter, don't you?" Gary asked with a smile, pouring half the second beer down the beaten beauty's throat before letting her come up for air. He loved the way she winced with agony every time Joel smashed down on top of her. "You feel like a sewer, don't you?"