Lashed and licked landlady

CHAPTER FOUR

Donna thought she was going to be sick as Gary's filthy, dank asscrack lowered down on top of her face. There was an odor about his crotch that was made up of so many individual filthy smells that Donna couldn't identify them all. His balls were a sweaty, hairy mass of wrinkled flesh atop her mouth. It was all the sexy little blonde could do to keep from throwing up at the sight and smell and feel of so much filth. Still she opened her lush lips wide and held them open patiently as Gary stuffed his balls into the satiny cavern of her mouth.

"Oh yes," Gary said as she began to gently suck his balls, as she washed her tongue wetly over the crinkled flesh. He ran his hands over her bulging checks and made tiny, involuntary movements of pleasure. "Do it, you worthless bag of bones. Suck those balls and I might even forget that you're just a thirty-year-old bitch with a little girl's body."

Donna wanted to cry, but instead she lathered her tongue over the bag of balls that filled her mouth. All she could taste was sweat and filth, but she sucked and washed as though it was the only thing in the world she really wanted to do. Gary groaned with pleasure and settled his ass dawn over her face, and Donna trembled with humiliation and disgust. He pulled the cheeks of his hairy ass wide apart, and Donna's face was buried in the foulest pit she could imagine.

All she could smell or see was the filth-crusted crack of Gary's ass. All she could taste was the dirty bag of his balls. And still she had to fuck her ass up against John's shattering cock and try to flex her sore pussy in rhythm with his fuck-thrusts.

Donna's mouth filled with spit as she washed Gary's dirty balls. Her mouth was so stuffed with his sac that spit drooled down over her chin and cheeks, and the Wiederbold brothers laughed and called her names. She was nothing but a whore to them, she thought sadly. She wondered if she was ever going to be the same after this horror was over.

"Good job you bitch," Gary said, and the other boys laughed while Donna moaned at the depth of her degradation. "You cleaned the appetizer real good. Now it's time for the main course."

"No, please, no!" Donna moaned as Gary moved down over her face. His balls dragged over her lips, then toppled off the end of her chin into the delicate hollow of her throat. "Gary, please! This is too much! Oh please, Gary, please, please, please, haven't you done enough to me?"

"I like the sound of her begging," Gary said, his eyes glistening with pleasure at the thought of the power he held over and the depth to which he had already humbled her. "But I've got the feeling I'm going to like her tongue up my asshole even better. Wash the crack first, you slutty little whore. And do it good if you want to keep your nipples."

"Noooooo!" Donna cried out like a lost soul as Gary squirmed his ass into place over her mouth.

Donna couldn't draw a breath with her face buried in the dank crevice of Gary's ass. The stench was too awful, it stole away her breath as soon as she tried to draw it in. His muscular asscheeks clamped tight around her pretty cheeks and he ground down on her head with all his weight, forcing her face farther and farther in to the shitty crack. Donna could feel the dank wetness of his ass smearing over her cheeks and lips and nose, and she wished she could die.

Gary's hands closed around her tits, and for a terrible moment, Donna thought that he was going to loop the twine around her nipples again. Instead, he settled the hard, dripping length of his cock into the valley between her lush tits, then smashed the silky mounds together around it. When he started fucking his big cock through the satiny valley, rubbing his odorous ass all over her face, Donna knew she was in hell.

She was taking on two cocks at the same time again, only this time instead of fucking her in the mouth, the second cock was using her tits as an alternative pussy. She could feel the filth from Gary's ass smearing her face as he fucked his cock back and forth through the silky fuckhole he had created, and she tried not to gag as she parted her lips and flicked her tongue out for the first time. She knew that she would never be able to live with herself after this, but anything was better than the torture they had shown her they would use.

"She doing you?" John asked, using his cock to beat the doll-like, perfectly curved body of the ravished blonde landlady. "She licking your shitty ass clean?"

"Spic and span," Gary said with a groan of pleasure, grinding his ass into her face as he rubbed a red groove through the creamy flesh of her tits. "Hey, Brad, stop that fucking jacking off. If you want to cum, use this sexy little whore to do it. That's what she's here for."

"Yeah, come help me," John said. "She's big enough for ten cocks down here, and besides, we've got to ream her out for Joel."

Donna had almost forgotten about Joel, and she cried out with weariness at the thought of having to take on another man. She cried out with horror when she felt John and Brad yank her legs wide apart and Brad step up beside John in front of her. Suddenly, she realized what John had been talking about.

John and Brad pushed their big cockheads together against the puffy, swollen lips of Donna's ravaged pussy. Then they fucked forward.

Donna screamed into the tight crack of Gary's ass, and she went right on screaming as the two men tried to fuck their cocks into her tiny pussy. Her legs felt as though they had been broken and her pelvis seemed to have cracked. Her cuntlips were pulled to the point of ripping by the two jumbo-sized pricks. But the two brothers kept pushing steadily forward.

She felt first one cockhead and then the other pop through the tearing outer lips of her cunt. After that, she knew the two evil brothers would be able to fuck their cocks all the way inside her. She began to shake like a spastic, no longer in control of her own muscles. Her body sparkled with sweat, and Gary moaned with pleasure at the way her sweat greased the silky path he was fucking through her crushed, tender tits.

Donna gasped as Brad and John fucked their cocks fully inside her. She felt every fold and cranny in her cunt straighten, felt the organs of her body being pushed aside by the immense intrusion. Her cunt fought the unnatural penetration every inch of the way, tightening like a strong wet glove against the assault, but their cocks overwhelmed her. In the end, her pussy went lax against their onslaught.

"She didn't rip!" Brad screamed out with simpleminded pleasure. "We did it and she didn't bust open! I thought for sure she was going to be like that Rhonda girl!"

"She ripped a little," John said with a smirk, pulling his cock back through the skin-tight fuckhole and seeing a little pink mixed into the thick white broth of jism and pussy-cream. "Just more lube. Fuck her, baby brother, fuck her into the dust."

Donna cried out in agony and despair as the two men began to fuck her. They set up a rhythm so that one was pulling out just as the other was slamming home, and it seemed to the ravaged little blonde that they were beating her to death with their cocks. Each new jolt sent another wave of pure agony crashing through her sweating, squirming body. And the friction was unbelievable. It felt as though they were fucking every inch of her cunt at once, and her clit was burning with the constant friction.

Donna bucked sporadically, her movements more instinctive twitches than anything else. She couldn't have fucked Brad and John back now if they had threatened to skin her alive – her muscles just wouldn't work anymore. Her whole world was a murky haze of pain and filth. It took her a full minute to remember that she was supposed to be licking out Gary's ass and start whipping her tongue over his shitter.

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.