Author Unknown: Glenda gets hers

"Hey, keep her quiet, man!" Hank panted warningly.

Bob growled, scooping up his discarded jock strap. Grabbing Glenda by the chin, the black buck stuffed his sweat-soaked jock between her teeth, stifling her hysterical squeals of whorish exhilaration.

"Damn! She's got a tight, hot cunt, man!" Moose groaned in a husky, lust-thickened voice.

He shuddered as he pumped all eleven inches of his meaty dong up her fuck-sleeve, feeling the hot, slippery clutch of her silken vagina around his throbbing manhood. He wasted no time with foreplay.

The hairy muscle-man began to pound his bull-sized tool in and out of Glenda's sopping, distended pussy, heaving back till the mushroom fire of his dick-head peeped out, then ramming up to the balls inside her once more. His furry belly clapped and rubbed against her sleek stomach, and Glenda's huge, tied up knockers whipped up and down and wobbled like swollen water balloons.

Hot slurping sounds came from the point where her gaping pussy lips milked around Moose's vein-latticed horse-meat. Moose grunted and moaned, grimacing with bestial excitement as he heaved his ass up and down.

"Yeah, bitch! Yeah! Take it! Take my big fuckin' cock up your hot pussy! Uh huh! Squeeze it, slut! Awwww, man! Aaawwww, m-man! This bitch's gonna milk me dry, man! Yeah! Y-yeah! Get ready, whore! Here it comes! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Here it fuckin' comes! Aaaaaawwww!!" Moose bellowed savagely, pounding into her with pile-driver force. His huge member crammed deep in her sleek, squirming cuntal glove, punching the far wall of her vagina, stretching it beyond belief. His lust swollen balls clapped up lewdly against her twitching buttocks.

Moose shuddered violently, his eyes rolling as he threw back his head and sank his schlong one last time in her honeyed box. Glenda gave a choked shriek, biting into Bob's musky jock strap as she felt Moose's cock go off inside her like a Roman candle.

Hot jets of man-sperm blasted into her belly, pumping again and again from the lusty stud's bull-sized nuts. Each time he let loose with another molten volley of scum, Moose uttered a hoarse grunt of bestial satisfaction.

The force of the hirsute brute's ejaculation triggered something inside of Glenda. Frantically, she made muffled squawks, arching her back, milking at his spitting whanger with her hot, spread cunt.

Rockets and flares mushroomed through her loins, racing through her nerve endings, exploding in a molten, blinding shower behind her tear-dazzled eyes. She was coming! Coming gloriously whorishly, wretchedly! Her hot, cock-stuffed pussy gushed with warm, honeyed secretions.

She flopped back, uttering broken sobs, gnashing her teeth around the wadded jock which filled her mouth. She felt Moose pull out of her as the sweaty stud rolled onto his back on the ground with a hoarse moan…

"Now it's my turn!" Bob Smith snarled, his teeth flashing as he grinned with jungle lust.

The hulking Negro stud flexed his massive muscles, making his foot long pecker jerk masterfully up and down in the air as he towered over the buxom, bound beauty. She stared up at him with wide, frightened eyes, but through the fear, he saw the naked pools of wanton desire which reflected her Bob Smith strode over to one of her legs. Squatting down, he took his switch-blade and sliced through the rope which bound her ankle to the pole. Shuffling over to the other pole, he cut loose her other foot.

Gripping her by the legs, Bob flipped Glenda over on her belly. Her big, aching jugs were crushed painfully against the cement, and the shoestrings twisted cruelly into her tormented, creamy flesh.

Swiftly, Bob moved down to her feet again, pulling them together. Nimbly, he wound a short length of rope around her slender ankles and cinched it tight, tying a strong knot.

Now, poor Glenda Farrell was gagged with her hands tied behind her back, her feet bound together, her trussed up titties mashing cruelly against the ground.

What in the world did that big, mean black man plan to do with her now?

Vainly, Glenda tried to peer over her shoulder. She couldn't make out what Bob Smith was doing, but ripples of mingled fear and excitement churned through her tummy.

She ached all over and she could hardly breathe. Her pussy was still twitching, gaping wide, still in shock from the hard, deep fucking Moose had given her.

Bob was kneeling over her, his legs on either side of her bound gams, holding them together. A savage look creased his dark, Nubian features. His foot long pecker knifed the night air like a tarred lance.

He was holding his belt. He held the buckle in his palm and wound the thick leather strap twice around his big hand.

Looking over at Moose and Hank, Bob Smith growled huskily, "Mind if I tan this slut's hide a little? Thought maybe I'd teach her a lesson for being such a fuckin' bitch!"

"Be my guest, man!" Hank Rigorettino muttered hoarsely, his blue eyes gleaming with sadistic excitement. "Whup the cow! Whup her good!"

Both Hank and Moose were sporting raging hardons again as they watched Bob prepare to lay into Glenda's upturned, lily white ass.

Glenda had a gorgeous ass. Full, creamy globes of pure, silk-smooth flesh, separated by a deep, dimpled, vertical smile.

Bob Smith grunted, lifting his powerful right arm, his muscles bulging massively beneath his sleek black flesh. He snarled, bringing the belt down in a clean, swift arc.

It snapped sharply across the tender hills of Glenda Farrell's unsuspecting buns, the report echoing through the vacant lot. The thick belt strap licked deeply into Glenda's bare buns, and the gagged red-head gave a strangled scream, her body jerking violently.

An angry red mark lashed across the lily white spheres of her buns as white heat scorched Glenda's senses.

Bob Smith grunted savagely, slicing the belt across her squirming buttocks once more, crisscrossing the first red mark with a second. Glenda bucked and writhed frantically, screaming hoarsely through the bunched jock strap which gagged her mouth.

Pain seared and rippled like a living thing through her lower body. Her vision swam on a sea of tears and white spots rippled hazily through her pain-numbed brain.

"Yeah! Take that, cunt! And that! Unngh! Unngh! Unngh!" Bob Smith panted thickly, whipping the bound beauty's tortured derriere full force, his biceps bulging as he swung his powerful arm again and again.

His thickly muscled thighs and legs clamped around her with brutal force, pinning the writhing red-head to the ground as he beat her blazing ass, turning it from creamy white to angry red.

Pain blistered Glenda's senses. She screamed till she was hoarse, and then suddenly, stopped struggling. Something was happening, something unbelievable.

The excruciating agony was perversely merging with dark, naked passion. Her puffy, dripping pussy spasmed and burned with uncontrollable bitch lust. No longer did Glenda struggle to avoid Bob Smith's brutal belt.

She was, in fact, lifting her stinging, burning buttocks, masochistically offering them up, shuddering and sobbing as she felt a savage thrill of pure, primal sensation grow and seethe and explode through her body…

"Damn! This gets me fuckin' HOT!" Bob Smith panted hoarsely.

His brawny physique was soaked with sweat, glistening in the lamp-light, looking purplish black. His eyes were dark pools of primitive passion.

Tossing the belt aside, Bob Smith scrambled down, gripping Glenda's waist with his hands, pushing his huge horse-cock against her blazing ass crack. He ground his pelvis against her from behind, and Glenda moaned hoarsely, feeling the enormous slab of his pecker sliding lewdly all over her smarting, whipped buttocks.

"Gonna take her ass, man!" Bob announced hoarsely. "Yeah, gonna slide my tube steak right up her old dirt road…"