Author Unknown: Glenda gets hers

He pushed his schlong deep in her slick, warm butt crevice, prodding the spit-lubricated rosebud of her tender anus. Moose and Hank were up on their knees now, panting thickly, masturbating their twitching whangers as they watched their black buddy prepare to sodomize the helplessly trussed up red-head.

Digging his strong fingers into her tender white flesh, Bob tensed his muscles and clenched his pearly whites. With a guttural growl, the brawny brute snapped his pelvis forward hard.

For a brief moment, Glenda's stubborn sphincter muscle balked at accepting so huge an obstacle. Then, reluctantly, it gave way, slowly stretching as Bob increased the force of his thrust.

Glenda's eyes bulged and she shrieked hoarsely. Her brutally expanded bunghole squelched snugly around the plum-colored knob of Bob Smith's horsedong. White hot agony ripped through her entrails, and she squirmed frantically, trying to pull away.

Bob Smith moaned in bestial delight, feeling the furnace hot tightness of her juicy rectum milk around his bull-dick, almost hurting him, she was so tight. He punched forward brutally, and Glenda's body heaved and bucked as fresh pain strobed her senses.

Inch after big, black inch, Bob Smith's huge horse-meat stroked up the velvety chute of Glenda's tight ass, pumping right into her guts, till her bloated anus quivered around the wrist-thick root of his manhood. Bob's kinky pubes rubbed against her aching, bruised buttocks like a Brillo pad.

"Aaaaaaah! Hot tight slut ass!" Bob Smith grunted hoarsely. "Damn, bitch, feels good and tight up there!"

He undulated his hips, making his prick jerk masterfully against the torn, blazing walls of her violated rectum. His big paws went around her body and found the swollen mounds of her titties, crushing them.

Bob Smith's hot breath blasted in Glenda's right ear as he began to hunch his hips slowly, diabolically, up and down. His twelve inch schlong pumped in and out like a well-greased piston, sliding back almost half-way before punching deep inside her once more.

Glenda's body jerked violently each time Bob fucked his dong deep in her tortured guts, and each thrust elicited a choked, agonized squawk from her throat.

But the blinding pain was slowly starting to ebb. In its place, a dark, molten surge of heat trickled through her hard-fucked bowels.

Yes, it was feeling good. So incredibly good. Oh, God! Oh God! I like it. I love it! she thought dimly.

She began to relax, wallowing in the wretched, degenerate sensations which flooded her. Her squirming butt-hole started to suck and milk greedily around the heavy purple-black tube steak which stroked lewdly in and out of her steamy innards.

Bob Smith licked her ear, whispering hoarse, crude things to her as he squeezed her aching jugs and pumped his fat dick in and out of her tight ass, harder and harder, faster and faster. The lewd sound of sweaty flesh slapping savagely together echoed through the empty lot.

Hank Rigorettino wanted in on this hot action. The rugged blond athlete had a raging erection, and he sprang down onto the concrete, his blue eyes glittering as he watched Bob's black manhood slice into Glenda's puckered anus.

"Lemme plug the bitch's cunt, man!" Hank muttered thickly. "Roll her over on her side and we'll fuck her from both sides!"

Bob grunted, leaning into Glenda, sliding all twelve inches of his bull-dick up her ass. Holding it up there, he pulled Glenda over on her side, so that she faced Hank.

Glenda moaned through her gag as she felt the Negro brute start to fuck her ass again, snapping his hips energetically back and forth, cramming his horse-dong way up Glenda's guts time and time again.

Hank scooted up to her, grinning nastily as he fondled her swollen, tied up knockers. His blue eyes strobed signals of mocking, sadistic lust and triumph into her wide, tear-filled hazel eyes.

"Gettin' into it, aren't you, Glenda?" Hank sneered thickly, strumming her ripe nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. "Yeah, you're finding out what a real slut you are, ain't ya? This day's gonna be burned in your mind, girl. The day that Glenda got hers, man! Yeah! Now I'm gonna fuck your twat, bitch!"

He gripped his pulsing schlong, slapping the bloated knob mischievously against the swollen, pulpy petals of her labia. Glenda shuddered as Hank started to pump his throbbing member up her steamy hole.

Her body exploded with white hot sensation. Bob Smith's twelve inch phallus was ramming in and out of her quaking, wide-stretched ass. And now. Hank's sturdy sex-tool pierced her tender vagina, burrowing deep, pumping to the root in her spasming snatch.

"Aaaaah! Hot pussy, Glenda, baby! MMMM! Yeah!" Hank moaned happily, wiggling his hips as he stirred his boner in her juicy twat.

A thin filament of silky flesh was all that separated the brawny studs' pounding peckers. Each guy could feel the swollen hardness of the other's dick through this diaphanous membrane. And, boy, could Glenda feel those two mighty whangers screwing her good!

Two dicks in Glenda! Wow! It was incredible! The lava-like rush of sheer rapture washed through the buxom red-head's lower body.

She seemed to float and flounder in a molten sea of liquid, seething sensation. She felt totally opened up, totally filled, totally helpless…

Her ass and pussy blazed with almost unbearable ecstasy. Each time Bob or Hank rammed his cock up to the base inside her, Glenda's body writhed and bucked and she uttered a strangled shriek, gnashing her teeth wildy around Bob's musky jock strap.

Her trussed up, buxom body was sandwiched between the two sweaty, muscle-bound studs, and the breath was nearly knocked from her lungs each time they rammed into her. Her hot, quivering butt-hole and velvety, suctioning snatch milked sluttishly at Bob's and Hank's throbbing, pounding pricks.

"Aaaawww, m-man! Gonna fuckin' SHOOT!" Smith bellowed hoarsely.

He heaved forward hard, punching all twelve inches of his fuck-pole up Glenda's steamy bowels. His cock jerked like a cannon, hot balls of sperm spraying deep in Glenda's wanton guts, again and again…

The hulking Negro rolled away from the buxom red-head, uttering a hoarse, gravelly groan of bestial satisfaction. Hank took this opportunity to push Glenda over on her back, with her hands pinned behind her.

He rocked his pelvis to and fro, churning his sex-prong around in her hot, juicy snatch. He fucked into her hard and fast, his hands planted on the pavement on either side of her.

His sweat-soaked, scum-bloated nuts swung in a savage trajectory, smacking against Glenda's aching buns each time the blond stud stroked his schlong to the root in her tight pussy.

"Yeah, bitch, you like being tied up and raped by three big studs, don't ya?" Hank growled thickly, pumping into her roughly, making Glenda's ballooning titties bounce and quiver like overturned bowls of vanilla pudding, topped with cherries.

Hank felt savage lust and pleasure knotting in his hairy balls. Glenda's moist, satiny love-pocket squirmed and stroked around his bloated, pumping member. Damn, it felt good… He shuddered as he twisted his prick around inside her a few times.

Then, Hank pulled out. Panting hard, he scrambled forward, straddling Glenda's middle. He slapped his dripping ramrod into her cleavage, crushing the mounds of Glenda's stupendous breasts together around his meat.

Lewdly, the handsome stud fucked Glenda's tits, snapping his fingers and thumbs around her swollen nipples, twisting and pinching them savagely. The angry red knob of his bull-cock bumped rhythmically against Glenda's chin.

"Uh huh! Fuckin' your boobs, babe! Yeah! Really usin' you, like the whore-cunt you are!" Hank rasped hoarsely, twisting her nipples like radio knobs, making them explode with mingled agony and ecstasy.