baRMAID IN bondage by Blake Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should have never come down here, '' Pearl Sydenstricker Buck whispered, pressing Lynda Cartier into the wall with his big, sinewy physical structure. He ran his big handwriting over her slender throat, broad shoulders and slick arms. `` The guys who come here have been watching you swing your big aphrodisiac ass around Ithiel Town for yr. I do n't think there 's a affair in the world any of them would like more than to fuck you right into the shite. And I think I 'm going to let them. You might own this building, you stuck-up cunt, but you do n't fucking give me society. ``

'' No ! '' Lynda screamed, driving her knee into buck 's crotch and tearing at his face with her acute nails. She ran past him through the dark bar, telling herself that she would consume him evicted, maybe even in jail, by the end of the day.

She never had a chance. A big guy named Grady Peane, who 'd been working with Buck for years, grabbed her by her glossy black hair. Pete Fint, a young, good-looking guy who always seemed to be drunk, caught her by one arm. Together they slammed her face-first into the wall.

'' Let me go, you bastards ! '' Lynda shrieked, struggling desperately in thefr grasp. Dozens of other men were headed in her direction, crapulence in their bridge player, luxuria and hate in their optic. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' Strip the bitch ! '' sawhorse shouted, wiping a trace of blood from his cheek. `` Strip her naked and beat the shit out of her ! I think it 's time for this snotty slut to pick up what the fuck she 's near for ! All she 's ever been is a landlady, well, now she 's going to be a barmaid. She 's going to swear out us in any way she can. ``

Buck ran the roughest, chintzy bar in town. His customers were all men, and all mean. There was n't one of them who did n't hump about Lynda, who did n't hate her for her superior attitude and easy life-time, who did n't lust for her because of her sexy body and beautiful face. A cheer went up at Pearl Buck 's words, and brutally solid custody gripped Lynda from every side.

'' She 's a big bitch, '' one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda 's full-of-the-moon, house tits through the silky orange fabric of her clinging garb. `` And fucking skinny ! About the exclusively heart and soul on her is these gargantuan titty ! ``

'' Bullshit ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the full, rounded impudence of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so hard that the sexy Edward Young landlady moaned in pain. `` tick out her ass and leg ! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right ! Let 's get this slit naked ! ``

Lynda screamed and struggled, but the men were far too strong for her. They ripped her attire to rags in a matter of seconds, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's scrumptious torso while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a rough roundabout around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in shock, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold back the rags of her dress together to cover her voluptuous body.

'' Shit, '' dollar said, stepping into the circle. `` You are a fucking beauty. ``

It was the truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful adult female in townsfolk. She had a arrant face, with wide, startling blue oculus, full, red rim, a strong jaw and high cheekbones. Her hairsbreadth was pitch dim and glazed, and it splashed past her shoulders in a silken tumble. But her organic structure was even more special than her face.

Lynda was a grandiloquent char, standing almost six feet even without the heels she was wearing. Her berm were extensive and sexy. They had to be wide to patronage her titty. Lynda 's tits were big, firm mounds that sat so high on her chest that they seemed to grow right out from her collarbone. They were so polish up and creamy that they seemed almost unreal. And her nipples were perfect, dismal brown spindle that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's waist was obscenely belittled. But her hips flowed out generously, total and sonant and inviting. And her legs were wondrously, her thighs boozer and creamy, her calfskin delicate and perfect.

Lynda Cartier looked like a woman who had been built for sex. The only trouble horse could see was that some stupid motherfucker had forgotten to severalize her.

It was an erroneous belief he intended to redress. `` No ! '' Lynda gasped as buck wrapped her in his big arms and pulled her roughly against him. `` You ca n't do this to me, you bastard ! Let me go, let me go, let me go ! ``

Pearl Sydenstricker Buck clamped his lips over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet press of one dollar bill 's mouth to hers. She jerked her headland wildly from one side to the other. He just establish his lips against hers even harder. While he crushed his oral cavity against Lynda 's, his hands were roaming all over her consistency. He pinched her ass and squeezed her knocker and even cupped his hand over the furry mouth of her cunt.

Lynda got one hand unblock and slapped him as hard as she could, and he threw her away from him.

Lynda stumbled helplessly into the arms of another man. Before she knew what was happening he jerked back her headland by a handful of her silky mordant hair. Then it was his lips plastered to hers, his slimy tongue trying to pull its way into her rima oris. Lynda swung at him wildly with both fists, and when one of her clout caught him on his Kuki-Chin, he grabbed her good redress tit and turned it like a corkscrew.

'' Oh no ! '' Lynda gasped. `` No, no, no, no, no, no, no ! ``

'' Stupid bitch ! '' the man growled, and used his grip on her tit to send her sprawling away from him.

Lynda covered her bosom with her handwriting as she stumbled across the floor on her high hound. Grady wrapped her in his arms and struck at her elegant, creamy pharynx like some kind of viper. Lynda cried out in anguish as he chewed on her creamy flesh. Grady squeezed her around the middle, driving the air and the competitiveness from her body. Then he shoved her to another man.

The new man smiled at her sweetly, then ride his clenched fist brutally into the pit of her stomach. Lynda fell forward into his weapon, almost passing out from the pain she was feeling. When he jerked her head up and blanketed her lips with his, she could n't keep her rima oris shut. In an instant his vile spit was probing deep inside her helpless back talk. While the man kissed her, another guy pulled her implements of war behind her back.

By the time Lynda realized what was happening it was too belatedly to struggle. There was a big man holding each of her weapon system, twisting them tightly behind her back while a third hulking demon tied her wrists with the ragged remnants of her own attire. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the circle, Lynda did n't even have her manus innocent to struggle or wear out her fall.

The men tossed her back and Forth, and soon Lynda was so shocked and disoriented that she was n't sure what was happening. The men all looked the same, whooping and laughing and looking at her with hate and luxuria. They did the same things to her, mauling her big titty and wide ass, squirming their back talk against hers while they drove their knife deep inside her oral fissure, even hitting her with short-circuit, chopping puncher to her tits, belly and back.

Lynda fell against Pete and he grabbed her by her hair, raising his ar until Lynda was standing on tiptoe, squirming with botheration. He grabbed the swatch of cloth that draped her hip joint and tore it away, revealing Lynda 's pink-lipped, dark-furred puss. Half the men in the bar groaned in corporate lust at the unveiling.

'' No, do n't rape me ! '' Lynda gasped, crying uncontrollably and sounding so pitifully frightened that to the highest degree of the men in the bar were laughing. `` Please do n't spoil me ! I 'll let you have anything you want ! I 'll never tell anyone what happened ! Only please do n't outrage me ! Please, please, please ! ``

Pete laughed wildly, then spit right in Lynda 's font. His spit splattered between Lynda 's eyes and trickled down both slope of her olfactory organ. He levered her jaws heart-to-heart and spittle again, this fourth dimension filling her mouthpiece with his spit. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

'' Who else wants in on this ? '' he asked, jerking Lynda 's heading to one incline so that she faced the eternal sleep of the mob of men. `` How about we spit on the bitch ? ``

Instantly Lynda was pelted with spit. There were a couple dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spit on her. Pete jerked her head first in one direction and then the former, using her beautiful face for a target area. A 12 different men hocked their spitting into Lynda 's clear mouth. The spittle of the rest rolled down her perfect features in sticky streams.

Lynda shrieked, her mind exploding with revulsion and humiliation over what was being done to her. She pulled wildly at the fabric that bound her wrists, jerking and tugging until the textile bit thick into her flesh.

Pete forced her to swallow the pooled spit of at to the lowest degree a XII men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the gather up taradiddle poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his mouth over hers. Lynda cried out in fear and abasement as Pete raped her rima oris with his tongue. He grabbed her lush asscheeks and spread them all-encompassing, revealing both the pretty pink lip of her slit and the tight pore of her asshole. Within an blink of an eye the men were attacking her raw fiddling fuck-holes with their thick, grubby fingers.

A finger stabbed all the way inside Lynda 's bitch, making her cry out in infliction. Her pussy was as tight as a corset and as dry as a desert. The man 's finger tore into her like a scraggy wooden splinter. A import later something even worse happened, as a man 's fat, long finger fucked up her tight, virgin shitter. The painful sensation was unbelievable. Lynda squirmed and jerked spastically, tearing, burning pain shooting up her sensitive little asshole.

The digit were pulled out of her pussy and asshole almost as soon as they were plunged in, but there was no relief for Lynda. Other finger replaced the I that were gone, stretching Lynda 's tight, dry fuck-holes.

Men were pinching her lush thigh and full, pear-shaped asscheeks. Men were stroking her sides and belly and arms. lashings of manpower swarmed over her huge, round boob, pinchlng and pulling and twisting and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a spell fingering Lynda 's bitch and motherfucker. There were also fingerbreadth scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her moderately pink pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his sass off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful typeface. The sexy landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and defeat. He was washing her nose, cheeks, chin, even her heart and forehead with his slippery expectoration. And while he did, early men crowded tight around her. A unknown mouth clamped over hers, a strange tongue slurping all the way to the backbone of her throat. dentition clamped down on both English of her farseeing, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain. lingua probed her capitulum and traced the fine line of her jaw.

'' by-blow ! '' she screamed, in the instant of breath she had between one man breaking off his ravishment of her back talk and the succeeding clamping his lips over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll hire men to get you all ! I 'll hold them cut your cocks off ! ``

'' You dullard twat, '' Buck said, grabbing her by her slender arms and lifting her off her feet. `` Who said you were ever going to get the chance ? ``

Buck 's powerful helping hand bit so tightly into her creamy arms that Lynda screamed out in anguish. Her human foot kicked at the air as he hefted her high. Then he threw her face-first against the lamentation, and everything began to go dark.

Lynda hit the wall, ineffectual to energize herself with her handwriting tied behind her book binding. She wobbled on her heels as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall a one-half dozen men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their strong finger's breadth into her arms and tits. One man wrapped his big hands around her specialize shank. Another grabbed her by her slender pharynx. And they threw her into the wall again.

And again.

And again.

By the time they slammed her into the paries the 4th time Lynda was barely conscious. Her head word was rolling on her berm. Her oral cavity hung liniply open, dribbling saliva onto her drool-slick brass. The few scraps of clothing that still clung to her shoulders and waist fluttered alike flags as the men pounded her into the rampart. There was a trickle of line of descent from her longsighted, elegant nose. The men whooped and hollered at the hatful of the sexy, snot-nosed landlady stripped naked and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, aware of nothing now except bother and fearfulness. `` check ! Please halt ! Oh, please stop hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the abuse of her big tits and sozzled pussy. They slammed her into the wall another 12 sentence before Buck told them to discombobulate her on the pond table.

By the time they dumped her on the table Lynda felt as though every pearl in her boozer, sultry body had been shattered. She felt as lost as a baby, and realized she was completely at the mercy of dollar bill and his rough customers.

'' Now you 're going to discover a lesson, you lousy cunt ! '' clam snarled, ripping off his belted ammunition. He dropped his trouser, and Lynda cried out in double-dyed terror at what she saw. `` You 're going to learn your place, loose woman ! And read what you 're fucking good for, too ! ``

Buck 's cock was thicker than Lynda 's carpus and tenacious than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping read/write head was at least as big as her clenched fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her whole life, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who had n't let a man touch her with a cock in almost ten years, could n't wear the sight of the grotesque cock horse was waving in her management. Even the scourge of his big leather bang, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was zippo compared to the weapon that bobbed, almost fully upright, out from between his legs.

'' No, please, no, please, no ! '' Lynda cried in a humble, desperate part. `` Do n't put that in me ! Please, dollar, oh please, please, please ! I could n't place upright it ! I could n't stand it ! ``

'' The bitch do n't sound so high and mighty now, '' one of the men said.

'' Do n't worry, cunt, '' another guy said. `` A big bitch like you ought to be capable to use up vaulting horse 's cock without tearing too much. ``

'' Yeah, wait to initiate worrying until he shoves it up your ass, '' a tierce man said.

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing nothing but lust and cruelness in their sottish faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the pool board, stripped nude, her hands tied behind her back, knocked half senseless by the battering she 'd taken and in a state of draw close electrical shock from the outrage that had already been perpetrated on her long, luscious body.

'' Aaaaagggghhhh ! '' she screamed, throwing her head from incline to side, curtaining her face with her slick opprobrious pilus. `` Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! Ohhhhhhh ! ``

'' Did you say delight fuck me, horse ? '' Buck asked, bringing the knock lashing down into her bosom again. The big, arrant hill bounced and swayed across Lynda 's thorax with the wallop of the puff. `` Maybe you 'd better say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd meliorate tell me just how practically you 'd like my big hard cock fucking the shit out of your low picayune pussy-hole. ``

The pain was incredible. Lynda had never dreamed that it was possible to hurt so bad. Her sleek, big-titted body squirmed against the unripe top of the pool mesa, immersed in an agony that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her peel that the whang had touched. Lynda could n't keep her outcry of anguish from tumbling past her break lips. She could n't stop Sir Thomas More tears from sliding down her beautiful, blanch cheeks. But she swore to herself, with every ounce of willpower she possessed, that she would never beg buck to cleave his huge, vile cock into her.

Then Buck stepped between her legs and slapped his huge peter against the rim of her tight, dry pussy, and she screamed in terror.

'' Let 's see how piece of tail far you 'll stretch, Miss Cartier, '' Buck said in a mocking smell, then slotted the huge foreland of his tool against the plastered pink brim of her cunt. `` You should ingest been getting these for years, cunt. But I guess you 'll work up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

'' Ahhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed as Pearl Buck started to push his massive rooster against the lilliputian mouth of her cunt. `` Slow, please slow up, please retard ! ``

'' No, big-tits, '' Pete said with a sneer. `` Fast. ``

The lips of Lynda 's purulent gap blanket against the rise of Buck 's gigantic incision. Before the fat parting of his cock-head had breached the petite oral fissure, her pussy-lips were spread rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in uncomfortableness, feeling the fragile flock of flesh stretching past the power point of their survival. She tried to wiggle out of the way of the huge fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely lift her ass off the mesa. Then clam punched his rosehip forward again, and she could feel herself tearing, finger Buck 's cock sliding inside her.

'' Yeeooowww ! '' Pete shouted. `` You split her wide of the mark, Buck ! ``

'' Oh, oh, oh, '' Lynda muttered weakly, sure that her pussy had been ruined forever, suspecting that she was being raped to demise on the fleshy, foot-long spear of sawbuck 's cock.

Lynda 's cunt-lips were spread wide-cut around the inhuman cinch of long horse 's recollective cock. Tiny trickles of blood ran from the spots where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick pole. The blood greased Buck 's peter, making it easier for him to skid the ease of his turncock inside her.

There was nothing in the world that could give made the brutal ravishment any easier for Lynda.

Lynda could n't draw a breathing spell as dollar bill slid his atrocious peter deep inside her pussy. She could sense the tiny pocket of her cunt stretch in a hopeless attempt to accept the fat, twelve-inch prick sawbuck was fucking inside her.

Every fold in her tiny twat straightened, every nook or cranny disappeared. It was n't nearly enough. Four inches of Buck 's cock were still outside her puss when the bruising head pounded against her cervix. `` squawk ! '' he hissed down into her side, drawing back out. `` Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow ! You 're going to take on it all, whore ! You 're going to take very make out inch even if it kills you ! ``

Lynda pleaded helplessly, wildly, but the men only laughed at her beggary. sawbuck 's pecker felt like a rough-barked tree inside her dry bitch. When he pulled out her stretched-tight pussy clung to him like a gumshoe glove on a sweaty hired man. It was as though Buck 's cock was a plunger, and it was pulling her puss right out of her body. Then, when only the head of his mammoth prick was still inside her, he fucked back in.

Lynda slammed her head against the table, the pain in the neck in her cunt so intense that it seemed to fill every face in her body. Two Sir Thomas More inches of Buck 's cock slid inside her this time. Lynda could feel something late inside her tear, and when Buck leaned his weight forward the net two inches pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the smack of Buck 's heavy orb against the curve of her ass. She knew that he was ruining her forever with his awful, freakish cock.

'' You did it, beef ! '' a man shouted, grabbing one of Lynda 's tits and wringing it as though it were a big poriferan. `` You'retakinga foot of cock up your colly little pussy ! ``

'' Bitch ! '' Buck gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's huge, creamy titmouse in his handwriting and crushing them 2-dimensional against her aerodynamic, sexy body. `` Fuck me back now, Lynda -- whore ! wring your bitch on my peter ! Shake your big, sexy ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

Buck closed his fists into claws on her silky nipple, then yanked the fleshy hill to the sides with such force that Lynda was sure he was tearing them from her body. Her firm ass shot up off the mesa, and her savaged cunt clamped rigorous around sawhorse 's cock.

It was sodding self-preservation that moved the sexy, prisoner landlady. bout poured down her pretty case as she fucked back against one dollar bill 's pulverizing prick.

CHAPTER TWO

Buck pounded Lynda with his hammer, flattening her against the syndicate table with every brutal poke. He swung his ass from side to side, spearing her offend pussy first from one slant and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful face going pale. She could n't believe the horrifying violation of her physical structure that was taking place, or that she had begged Buck to know her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, cunt ! '' vaulting horse growled, squeezing her total, round tit until her creamy chassis bulged out between his fingers. `` Such a pie-eyed fiddling bitch ! Shake your big ass for me, Lynda ! Shake it real skillful ! ``

Buck 's cock was soaked with Lynda 's blood as he stabbed it back and Forth River through the torn mouthpiece of her bitch. Lynda trembled on the pool table, shivering at the lightening dash of nuisance that snapshot through her cunt with every drive of Buck 's cock. Her big blue eyes rolled and a individual, shimmering strand of spitting drooled from the corner of her oral fissure as she passed out from the pain.

'' Wake the cocotte up ! '' Buck shouted as the gorgeous landlady 's long, profuse trunk went limp beneath him.

Grady opened a beer and upended it on Lynda 's helplessly upset brass. She came awake choking and crying, and before she was fully conscious Grady popped a instant can and force-fed it to her in two Brobdingnagian gulps.

Grady opened a bottle of cheap whiskey and poured it all over Lynda 's cheek. She choked on the hard booze, snorting on what flowed up her nose and blinking her heart against its stinging wash.

Several men ducked down to figure out and suck in at the alcoholic beverage. Lynda trembled with revulsion as their tongue 's washed over her face and their sassing slurped over her soft skin.

'' Now throw off your slutty ass, cyprian ! '' Buck growled, releasing his holds on her big aching knocker and grabbing her plush articulatio coxae. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting cock. `` nookie me back, Lynda, or I 'm going to make it so no one ever wants to get laid you again ! ``

Lynda could n't keep back back her cry of terror. It hurts horribly, but the next time Buck shoved his foot-long cock into her slit Lynda bounced her ass up off the table to meet him.

'' That 's it ! '' dollar shouted, fucking Lynda 's helpless cunt even harder. `` Shake your ass, you sweet whore ! clinch your scummy twat on my big cock ! ``

Lynda cried at the depth of her desecration, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her tormentors in the violation of her own body. Her pussy had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too little, far too later. Every lachrymation piece ot Buck 's monolithic pecker felt like a killing stab from a razor-sharp knife.

'' narrate me you love it, '' dollar said, leaning over her silky, sultry dead body and washing his glossa over her face.

'' I love it ! '' Lynda gasped, her articulation hollow, her eyes glazed. Buck 's tongue lapped into her eyes, played over her back talk, every poked into her auricle and nostrils. `` I love it ! I love it ! I love it ! ``

Something terrible was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug sunburn on the cutter nubbin of her clit. Now it was growing hotter, Sir Thomas More intense, like nothing she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the virtuoso as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling puss by the unbearable rubbing of sawhorse 's huge prick on her sensitive clit. The reallzation that she could be palpate delight in the center of this brutal violation almost unhinged the cover girl landlady 's mind.

'' Have some More to toast, Miss Jacques Cartier, '' Grady said, uncapping another bottleful of booze and poking the neck between Lynda 's moist, parted lips.

The dazed stunner swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. long horse dropped his foreland to her full moon, round tits and chewed on her nipples until she was jerking and squirming uncontrollably at the new agony. When Grady pulled the bottle out from between her hps Lynda 's head was swimming. For a moment she was n't even sure where she was. Then one dollar bill sank his strong finger into her creamy soft ass and jerked her onto his cock and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming body and hammering his massive hammer into her with pussy shattering force. `` Get ready to suck up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to leave your pussy a fucking cock-cream cascade ! ``

Lynda 's intuitive feeling of pleasure disappeared in an instant when she heard what Pearl Sydenstricker Buck was saying. Her shattered cunt clamped soused around his pistoning putz and her svelte physical structure froze on the pool table.

'' No, Buck ! '' Lynda cried pitifully, staring up at the big man with wide-cut, frightened eyes. `` Do n't cum inside me ! Please, please, please, please, do n't shoot your stuff in my pussy ! Oh, please ! ``

'' Drown on it ! '' Buck shouted cruelly, skewering her torn pussy as his prick spurted jism. `` Maybe we can make a roll in the hay baby slut to post on the class tradition ! ``

Lynda almost vomited as long horse 's jism splashed deep into her chopped cunt. He had a huge load, and he milked every drop of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could experience it, a heavy, wet weight late inside her, burning and soppy and slowly soaking into her poor slight pussy. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her Pearl Sydenstricker Buck had somehow polluted her beyond hope of redemption.

'' Just like a dog pissing on a tree, '' Buck said as if he 'd learn her judgement while he shot the lastly of his jism into her fouled small bitch. `` You 're my part of ass now, Lynda. Of course, there 's a lot more dogs in this kennel. ``

Lynda wept in shame and debasement at Buck 's mocking Son. When he pulled his dick from her cunt as she saw it soaked with her blood, she cried in panic. He had ripped her wide-cut undetermined with his massive cock.

And he was just the low gear. Grady was already stepping between her legs, slapping the fat head of his massive cock down on the plump hummock of her pussy.

'' Take a look, '' Buck said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his stopcock over Lynda 's top dog. pearl of bloodline and strands of mucilaginous fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's face. `` expression good, does n't it ? unspoiled enough to eat. lap my cock, Lynda. Lick it clean-living of all your nasty pussy-slime. '' one dollar bill slapped her brass with his dripping dick, smearing her lovely feature of speech with blood, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as Buck rubbed the unsportsmanlike mix of sex goo onto her brass, nose and forehead. He ran his dirty tool over her backtalk until she wore a coat of sticky red lipstick.

It took every ounce of self-possession Lynda possessed to spread out her mouth and control stick out her tongue. Pearl Buck rewarded her by dragging his foul, filthy putz all over the dainty pinko lapper.

'' Nhhhh ! '' Lynda moaned in disgust and disgrace as Buck wiped his foul pecker clean on her passably clapper. The taste was so foul that she could n't keep from gagging. `` Nh-ugh ! Ugh ! Oh, please ! Ugh ! ``

'' Oh please ? '' Grady said, a grin on his face as he slapped his fat shaft brutally against the petal-pink lips of Lynda 's pussy. `` Are you begging me to eff you, fancy-ass Miss Cartier ? Is that what you 're begging for ? ``

Lynda could n't respond Grady with Pearl Buck wiping his prick clean on her tongue, but she stared up at him with her big, patrician eyes, a miserabie aspect on her gorgeous face. Grady was so turned on by the aphrodisiac landlady 's suffering that he decided to add a little to it. With a snap of his articulatio radiocarpea and a agile, beastly jab of his pelvis, he buried his unharmed foot-long cock into Lynda 's pussy.

'' Ahhhh ! '' Lynda screamed, her heart crossing as Grady sliced his putz between her stretched pussy-lips. `` Nhhaaaooowww ! Slow, Grady, please, delight slow ! I hurt so much already, Grady ! Please, slack ! ``

'' You had your prospect for wearisome and you fucking blew it, '' dollar said, wiping her tongue with his cock one last fourth dimension, then drying it in her silky black whisker. `` The lone thing that 's going to avail you now is fast. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's full phase of the moon breast in his big men, jerking her sleek, sultry body against his savagely pistoning scratch. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big blue optic empty with shock, her backtalk hanging slack. Her retentive, souse body jerked with spasms as Grady 's cock pounded her into the pocket billiards board. She twisted and writhed on the green felt of the pool table, her sensual, thrashing body trembling with pain and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with pleasure at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting body was dancing around on his heavily prick.
Lynda whimpered in terror and hunched her ass up off the tabular array to play Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her coxa from English to side, wringing the big prick with her hot pussy. She worked her puss on his cock like a velvet gloved handwriting, trying to ignore the excruciation that burned through her tiny, tatterdemalion fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his strong deal around Lynda 's lucullan rose hip and jerking her back and forth on his ruining dick. `` I 'm going to cum, missy Cartier. I 'm going to soak your twat with some working-class jizz ! ``

'' No, '' Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady 's first attack of cum splattered late inside her already marshy puss. `` Not again. No ... no, not another time ! ``

'' A lot of sentence, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her nose with his long, hard shaft. `` So many times that by the time we 're done with you you 'll just be one big gooey hill of jism. ``
She could also sense the firehose splash of Grady 's tacky cock-slime in her battered little cunt. Each new spurt slapped into her like a severalise line of fire, and as it soaked into her pussy form its heat seemed to fulfil every inch of her longsighted, lucullan body. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her slit stayed spitted on Grady 's invertebrate foot long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a Nice, squalid roll in the hay, young lady Jacques Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his cock from her puss and squeezing out the net of his cum onto her slick cunt-hair. `` Why, person who did n't hump better would call back you were nothing but a sexy whore down here to use up on the guy for a one hundred buck. ``

'' Please, no More ! '' Lynda sobbed. Every inch of her sensual, sultry organic structure burned with infliction. Her cunt felt like so much raw hamburger. `` I ca n't anymore ! It hurts too bad ! ``

'' open up your mouth, Miss Jacques Cartier, '' Grady said, stepping around the English of the table.

Pete took his plaza between the sprawl beauty 's outstretched legs. `` I want to give you a big wet buss. To thank you for being such a sweet little piece of ass. ``

Lynda still could n't see. She parted her moist mouth as soon as Grady told her to, part to the fact that she had to obey whatever orders dollar bill and his mob of customers gave her. A mo later Grady pushed the fat, sloppy head of his tool right into her open mouth.

Lynda screamed, but her cries were blocked by the huge bun of cock-flesh Grady was forcing down her throat. She gagged at the taste of descent, pussy-cream, and the cum of two different men, and Grady and the others laughed at her. She tried to yank her head away, but Grady had already impaled her grimace on four in of jaw-breaking cock.

'' Swallow it, whore ! '' a man shouted, grabbing Lynda 's full right tit and wringing it like a damp washcloth.

'' Deep-throat him, slut ! '' another man screamed, slapping Lynda 's lush left tit again and again, turning the creamy pillow red with his handprints.

Lynda did n't take any selection. Her lips were spread so all-embracing around Grady 's monolithic cock that they were cracked and bleeding. Her jaws were wedged so far apart that Lynda did n't think they would ever close properly again. The fist-sized head of Grady 's cock was bigger than Lynda 's midget pharynx. When he jammed it against her gullet, Lynda could n't take a breath at all.

Grady did n't care. Lynda 's pharynx stretched wide-cut, and then something in the voiced, wet tunnel tore, as Grady force-fed her inch after column inch of his wrist midst cock. The men laughed and pointed as Lynda 's throat bulged with the Brobdingnagian girth of Grady 's prick.

Lynda thought she was going to contraband out. She could n't pull a breath around the throat-clogging girth of Grady 's monumental cock. She was in so lots pain in the neck that she would let welcomed a chance to go past out, thogh she realized sadly that Grady and the others would just fire up her back up again. An instant later her pain became infinitely worse, and she wished for oblivion even more.

Pete was fucking his shaft up her virgin asshole.

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks broad and pushing his huge dick against the diminutive pore of her voider. `` You 've got such a big sweet ass that I just could n't reject sticking my hammer up it. '' Lynda 's sleek, sultry body froze on the pool board. She arched her ass high above the green felt, every well toned muscle in her gymnastic chassis tensing punishing as steel cable's length. The closet of Pete 's Brobdingnagian dick against her tiny whoreson distress worsened than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his clean cock out of Lynda 's mouth, slapping her across the bridge of her nose a couple sentence before he stepped back away from her. Once Grady was gone Lynda stared at Pete in revulsion and disbelief. His stopcock was so huge. And she had never imagined having a cock of any size fucked into her midget, stamp asshole.

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful brass going Andrew Dickson White as Pete 's massive cock-head pushed against the tight outer ring of muscles that protected her tiny shitter. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

'' Fuck you, '' Pete said, dribbling saliva onto one manus and rubbing it all over his monumental slit. `` nooky you right up the ass. And if you keep fighting it, I 'm just going to tear you up real bad. ``

Lynda could n't terminate fighting him. The muscles that ringed her SOB locked loaded than they ever had before, trying desperately to block up the passage of Pete 's cock inside her. The strain of holding his cock out made her happy chance into a dank lather. It caused her to shiver uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the same time.

Men grabbed her full, creamy asscheeks, spreading them wide apart. early men grabbed her around her waist, by her shoulder and tits and weaponry and stage. They held her completely still as Pete wedged the tip of his cock-head into her tiny asshole.

'' Please ! '' Lynda sobbed in a tiny, broken voice. The prohibited ring of muscle that protected her shitter was tiring. She knew it was going to kick in way soon. `` Please, not this, not this ! Hurts so bad ! ``

The principal of Pete 's putz slipped into her asshole.

There was a gimcrack pop. Lynda felt her muscles relax, then draw off tight again as they stretched as wide as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the heftiness tore. Then Pete 's monolithic cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the need to shit as she never had before. Lynda could n't force a intimation with the massive Lucille Ball of flesh buried inside her asshole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a twelve substantial men. The nuisance tore her and burned her at the same fourth dimension, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blazing sword.

The tiny oral cavity of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely wide around the bulging head of Pete 's cock. The pink pack of her bastard was feast rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A flyspeck trickle of blood ran down from the over-stretched stoma and ran down the velvety whirl of Lynda 's ass.

'' Hurts very in effect, does n't it ? '' Pete hissed in Lynda 's ear. `` And that 's just the head, you stuck-up piece of shit cunt ! Now you 're going to get to bolt every fucking column inch ! ``

Those were the last intelligence Lynda heard before she passed out from the nuisance and the daze of the tearing penetration. The last affair she felt was inch after inch of Pete 's enormous cock fucking its way inscrutable into her bowels. Her lilliputian shit-chute stretched and tore, the tight rings of muscleman pulled loose by the unnatural intrusion of Pete 's wrist-thick prick. It was when Pete 's balls slapped up into the crevice of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big blue centre rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the luscious landlady. They let her stay on out a few minutes this time, joking over the way that Pete was battering her hobble, sultry soundbox. Pete fucked her unconscious body as savagely as he could, pounding his cock into her lay waste to whoreson until his cock was soaked with her pedigree. When Pete was almost ready to cum, he had Grady open another feeding bottle. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered shitter with his jism.

Grady splashed Lynda 's face with whiskey, then jammed the bottle between her lip as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a miserable little babe as she sucked down the whiskey Grady was pouring into her mouth. The quite a little of her dipsomaniac sassing wrapped around the liquor bottle turned on one of the men so much that he stepped in cheeseparing and sprayed his burning hot jism all over her big, soft tits.

Lynda cried out in jounce and disgust as the oleaginous lines of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy skin. They looked like slug running running over the round out pillows of her pap. `` Here it comes, sporting lady ! '' Pete screamed, locking his potent hand around Lynda 's lilliputian shank and impaling her on his monolithic cock. `` I 'm going to fill up your nasty little cocksucker with my sweet cum. I 'm going to pump you so entire of jizz that it 'll be running out your capitulum ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

Lynda did n't sympathize what was happening to her. Her asshole had been torn to ribbons. The pain from the savage ass-rape was running all the way up into her shoulder joint, all the way down her long, lush legs. She 'd been raped and beaten and humiliated in every degraded fashion possible.

'' shag my ass, Pete ! '' she sobbed, thinking that it must be the alcohol and the impact that was doing this shameful thing to her. `` filling my whorish ass with cum ! nooky me, you bastard ! Fuck me ! Fuck me ! Fuck me ! ``

'' Fuck you, rove ! '' Pete hissed back. `` I 'm cumming ! ``

Lynda screamed in agony as Pete flushed her raped shit-chute with his burning jism. One gooey banner after another gush cryptical inside her. It felt to Lynda as though she was receiving a jism enema. Pete filled her reamed out asshole with his gluey cum, then pulled his putz out of her shitter and dribbled the last of his jism all over the silky binding of her thighs.

Lynda collapsed back against the pond table as Pete stepped around its edge. She felt as though Pete had fucked every go bit of lifetime out of her. She was too play out and hurt to move a muscle. The booze created fog that surrounded her only made things worse. When Pete laid his still-hard peter across her face, Lynda moaned with desperation. It was drenched with her blood, smeared with her shit and streaked with his cum. She knew what he was going to relieve oneself her do.

'' No, '' she whispered between clenched teeth. She could n't do it. Nothing could be worse than having to cream her own shit off Pete 's filthy, blinking pecker. `` I wo n't let you. I wo n't. You can do anything with me you want to, but not that. please not that. ``

'' O.K., '' Pete said with an promiscuous smiling. `` pass on her another drink, Grady. Shit, the sexy little slut 's had a pretty severely night. She deserves it. ``

Grady uncapped a bottle of rum this meter, and poked it between Lynda 's lips. She did n't require to drink anymore, but she guzzled the hard liquor as it flowed into her backtalk. Grady made her drink almost half the bottle, and when he pulled it away, Lynda 's head was swimming. And before she could close up her rim Pete had pushed his cock deep into her mouth.

Lynda gagged. Her big, aphrodisiac dead body shook with her retching. Pete 's cock stretched her sassing wide and sprung her jaws. He kept pushing until she had swallowed every ghastly in. Then he drew back until only the foreland of his cock was still trapped between her lips and fed it to her again.

Men stepped up on either side of Lynda, rubbing their hard cocks all over her creamy mamilla. They pushed their sopping cock-heads into her perfectly rounded tits until her silky skin was slick with their fuck-lube.

Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure at the sensation of having hard pricks rubbed over her big pap. It was like cipher she had ever felt before, and against her will it was turning her on.

Pete pulled his cock back until the first few inches of it sat on Lynda 's pink tongue. He swished it back and Forth inside her spit-filled oral fissure Lynda could taste salty blood and meaty jism. She also tasted the base, putrid feel of shucks. It made her want to discombobulate up, but she did n't try to pull up away.

'' suction me, '' Pete said. `` I want to cum again, Lynda, right in your pretty mouth. ``

Lynda stared up at Pete in horror, but she did as he told her. The booze they had made her drinking had robbed her of the last of her willpower. Three putz were working on her bosomy consistency at the same prison term. The tool that were rubbing over her mammilla were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silky skin. Pete 's cock was clean house from its screw of her mother fucker, but it was already leaking slippery strands of pre-cum into her waiting mouth. Before long line of business of her spittle and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the corners of her sass, striping her pretty cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with joy as Buck stepped between her counterpane pegleg. His cock looked long and hard and scrumptious to Lynda 's confused mind. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

'' The bitch is getting into it, '' one of the men fucking her teat said, driving his stopcock into the slick mound of her right tit until most of his cock disappeared into the creamy diffused cushion.

'' Let 's see her get into this, '' Buck said, pulling a pool cue off the rampart. `` I 'm going to fuck you, Lynda. I 'm going to fuck you real sound. ``

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her taste of tool as Buck poked the tip of the pool cue between the egotistic backtalk of her baflered pussy. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

Buck shoved the kitty cue deep inside her.

Lynda 's cunt grabbed at the long rod of wood. Her clitoris wiggled as the slickness wood rubbed over it. Buck drove the pool cue a foot into her cunt with the get-go dip, then jerked it back out and push up it in again.

The end of the cue knifed into Lynda 's cervix and the gorgeous engrossed landlady thought she was going to die.

She also thought that she was going to cum.

Lynda had never had an orgasm in her lifespan, but she recognized the tickle inside her, the heat that was building in her pussy and breadbasket. Her cunt clutched at the pool cue as though it was the cock of a long lost buff. Her clit buzzed and wriggled as the woods rubbed against it.

'' Oh, yes ! '' she gasped around Pete 's fat cock. `` Oh, no ! Oh, yes ! Oh, no ! Oh, yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! ``

Lynda 's long, sultry consistency arched up off the pool table. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a chewing mouth. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly wings. The silky hollow of her breadbasket rolled like a belly social dancer 's. spitting poured out of her mouth, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

'' The slut 's cumming ! '' Pete shouted, driving his cock into her clasping mouth. `` Cum, you dirty whore ! Cum like the sleazy trollop that you are ! ``

One of the men fucking her tits moaned and started slopping his jism all over her chest. A moment later the other man was cumming too. Lynda wailed with mania as jism poured all over her shift, creamy teat. To Lynda 's dazed mind the men 's cum seemed like the creamiest lotion she 'd ever been rubbed with.

The men plastered Lynda 's knocker with their jism. Gooey lines of cum splattered everywhere, striping Lynda 's everlasting tit and soaking into her silky skin.

Lynda thrashed on the pocket billiards board, slurping at Pete 's shaft as though it was the most deliciow affair she had ever tasted. She hollowed her pretty boldness as she sucked him. She soaked his cock in her spit and then sponged it away with her tongue. She nuzzled his putz with her moderately lips. Her expression was soaked with her spit and his fuck-lube. It was the sweetest, sloppiest blow-job Pete had ever gotten.

'' I 'm cumming, you dirty twat ! '' Pete shouted, shoving his dick ballseep in Lynda 's throat, then pulling back so that he could spout his jism right into her wet, waiting mouth. `` drunkenness some jizz, you fat-titted cow ! suck it down like the cocksucking while of shit you are ! ``

Pete 's jism filled Lynda 's rima oris. It exploded off her tongue like shrapnel and soaked every corner of her mouth. It filled her buttock until they bulged like a chipmunk 's. Lynda had never tasted sassy male cum before, and the flavor was so salty and meaty that it made her nous swim. She swallowed one gooey taste after another, but she could n't hold on up with the gluey tidal wave. In an crying gluey globe of cockslime were rolling down her hollowed cheeks.

Lynda was cumming.

The orgasm rattled through her beaten, bound body like a blowout freight rate train. Lynda 's sleek, aphrodisiacal body thrashed and jumped off the pool table.

sawhorse drove almost two feet of the long, svelte pocket billiards cue into her writhing body. He was plugging her cervix with every plunge, stretching her cunt so far out of shape that the deranged lulu did n't imagine it would ever be the Sami again.

Pete pulled his cock out from between Lynda 's sass, dribbling the last of his cum onto her waiting, upturned brass. Buck drove the pool cue relentlessly into her cunt, driving it into her until she had stopped moving on top of the table and lay limp as a corpse on the green felt aerofoil. Some of the men spit on her trembling, beautiful body.

Lynda felt the earth spinning away from her as the terminal dreg of her orgasm poured through her limp, exhausted body. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a vile mob of savage men. She wished she could just die. She had the terrible feeling that it was going to be a longsighted clock time before the men let her do that, or let her get away them in any other way.

CHAPTER THREE

They untied Lynda and made her walk over to the bar. Lynda 's long, shapely legs felt like gumshoe. She weaved drunkenly in the midst of the crowd of men. They made things even harder on her by grabbing her, pinching her tits, slapping her ass, fucking finger's breadth into her reamed-out bitch and asshole.

Lynda felt like something lupus erythematosus than human as she stumbled toward the bar. She was naked, her luscious dead body on display for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and rake down her creamy thigh. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned trunk, as though she was some mindless, aphrodisiac creature they had bought and paid for.

When Lynda finally reached the bar, hands grabbed her from every side. She was lifted off her substructure and thrown on the bar the like way she had been thrown on the pool mesa earlier. This meter, though, her school principal was hanging off one side of meat of the bar and her ass was hanging off the other.

Her long sexy legs dangled toward the floor, the spike heel of her heels barely brushing the hardwood surface. Men stretched Lynda 's arms out to her face and tied her articulatio radiocarpea to the edges of the bar. Lynda whimpered in anguish as the men tugged her weapon out painfully wide. The men left her legs free, joking with each other about how they wanted her able-bodied to wrap those long, meaty legs around their fucking while they fucked her.

When they finished with her, Lynda was sprawled across the bar, looking like a aphrodisiac meal ready to be devoured. She cried out in pain, both from the way her arms were pulled wide and limit and from the way only a tiny portion of her spinal column had to endure all her weight.
'' individual stick a cock in sweet little Miss Cartier and take her brain off what we 're going to do to her. ``

Lynda grunted with pain sensation as a big man with a lot of missing teeth stuffed his stopcock into her pussy. She wrapped her long, muscular legs around his ass almost on physiological reaction, and the men laughed at her. One of them boasted about how flying they were teaching the tight-ass landlady how to act like a existent cleaning woman. The man 's shaft was no More than seven inch long, but Lynda 's cunt was so battered and swollen that it felt like it was two pes long.

'' Please hold on ! '' she moaned, staring up at Pearl Buck, her big blue eyes abject and pleading. `` You 're killing me ! You 're ruining me forever ! ``


Lynda shrieked in agony, arching her long, sexy body up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with pleasure as she whipped her hips from side to side in a hopeless, vain attempt to give the smoldering mate off her silky skin. He wrapped his big hands around her satiny hips and pounded his putz into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked high off the table, driving her hips against the man who was fucking her. When her cunt clenched sozzled around the man 's dick, he groaned and filled her snatch with his jism.
The poise boot of jism into her spite pussy was like a unguent to Lynda. Her riot of pain turned into a coo of relief, and she locked her long, lush legs tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked senior high school pff the mesa, meeting every savage thrust of his spurting cock into her pussy. Their bodies made wet, sweaty slapping sounds as they collided.

'' That 's it, you fancy slut, '' Pete said, puffing on his own cigarette. `` You keep moving that ass just the way you are now ! ``

'' I 'll bet young lady Jacques Cartier did n't think she had enough free energy left to shake her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ashes from his cigarette into Lynda 's open up mouth. `` Here, tits, let me designate you how we really want you shaking that big, sexy ass ! ``

The man who had fucked her was pulling away, wiping his slimy turncock clean on Lynda 's creamy thigh before he left her. Before the next man stepped up Grady ran his butt down one face of Lynda 's pinkish pussy-lips and up the other. Then he jabbed it quickly right into the center of her gaping, dripping cunt.

'' Please, please, please ! '' Lynda shrieked, thrashing around on the bar as though she was suffering some kind of fit. `` Anything ! I 'll do anything ! I 'll give you anything ! Please ! ``

'' Now you 're going to get it, slut ! '' the man growled, hooking her leg over his articulatio humeri and slapping his fat cock against the swollen pink lips of Lynda 's pussy. `` I 'll bet you 've never had cock stuffed in both your dirty holes at the same meter, have you ? ``

'' resolution him, whore ! '' another man shouted, sliding the head of his cock into the tight whirl of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the cigarette he was holding across the back of Lynda 's genu, making her howl in agony. `` Have you ever had both your scummy maw fucked at the like prison term. ``

'' No, '' Lynda whispered, her voice shaking badly as the man traced his cigarette up and down the spinal column of her calf. `` No, I 've never had -- never had both my scummy little holes fucked at the same meter. Oh please, no, please, no ! I ca n't call for anymore ! ``
At that here and now the man in front of her fucked his fat rooster into her pussy. Lynda grunted with pain at the insight. When the man behind her forced his strong prick up her diminutive shit-chute, she felt the world spinning away from her again. The final thing she remembered before she passed out was swallowing the cigarette like a dutiful slave.

The men let her stay unconscious for a few minutes, amusing themselves by making her jerky and wiggle and moan while her witting mind was on hold. The men fucking her slit and shit battered her senseless body brutally back and forth, driving their cocks into her ravaged fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the first two indorse way, two more stepped up to convey their places.
After the second pair of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's kitty and asshole, vaulting horse decided it was time to wake her up. A man got so excited that he shot his incumbrance, stepping in close so that he could bathe Lynda 's beautiful face with his jism. As the schmaltzy tool stain slithered over her brass Lynda started crying again, her whole body shaking with the force of her grief.
vaulting horse fucked her hard and fast, driving his cock into her so savagely that men had to nurse Lynda to keep open her from being knocked over the incline of the bar. Her tattered shitter turned with the friction of Buck 's gruelling cock fucking deep inside her. She could feel the moist canal stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the same again. The jolting of the brutal piece of ass caused Lynda to splatter piss all over her face, but Buck did n't look to mind.
His monstrous cock still hurt her flyspeck shitter so badly that she could n't stop shivering, that she felt as though her binding was being broken. But it was starting to excite her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the stab of dollar bill 's shaft up her ass was starting to turn over her on.

Lynda iifted her long, sexy branch and wrapped them tightly around sawbuck 's hefty ass.. Her slit was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged asshole flexed around his ruining cock as though it wanted to pressure every ounce of jism he had out of his clod and inscrutable into her dead body. Her diminutive cries of pain metamorphose themselves into oink and moans of pleasure.

'' evidence me you love it, whore, '' dollar said, fucking his cock into her asshole as though he wanted to fuck it out through her full-lipped mouth. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a good little slut, '' Buck whispered. `` Such a beautiful little slovenly woman. And such a big girl. You 're the sexy bitch this townsfolk has ever seen, Lynda big tits, big ass, and the sweetest little face a man could ever desire. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, Buck ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling Pearl Sydenstricker Buck tight with her retentive legs, flipping her ass up to meet every thrust of his huge cock. `` I 'm your harlot, clam ! I 'm your slut ! You 're going to make me cum ! Oh son of a bitch, you 're making me cum ! ``

'' You 're making me cum, too, Lynda, '' Buck gasped, grinding his putz savagely into her defecator. `` And I 'm not going to cum in your big sweet ass. I 'm going to cum in your hot slight cunt. ``

Lynda cried with disappointment when dollar yanked his cock from her cocksucker. She shrieked with ecstasy when he buried it to the hilt in her cunt. Her climax hit her like a rush along truck. She went into convulsions, writhing and twitching wildly. She dropped the mug and grabbed her tits, tearing and twisting at the big, slick pitcher's mound until she caused herself to bleed.

'' Cumming ! '' she screamed, her big oculus glazed, spit drooling from the street corner of her mouth. `` Cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming ! Oh, clam ! Oh, Pearl Sydenstricker Buck ! Fuck me ! ``

dollar bill screamed with pleasure too. Her puss was so wet and hot that Pearl Buck could n't admit back anymore. It squeezed and tugged on his rooster in a turmoil of pure lust. With a deep, farsighted groan he hosed his jism up her electrocution hot pussy.

'' Agggggghhhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda shrieked, deranged with the delight she was feeling. `` Oh ! Ohhhhh ! Yes ! ``

Buck 's jism burned into her twat like dot. Every wet shot of his cum inside her drove Lynda a little bit crazier. Her pussy clamped around his cock as though it never wanted to let it go. One orgasm after another pounded through her beautiful, thrashing body.

'' Do you require to have intercourse these other guys now ? '' long horse asked at last, fucking his still-hard cock inside Lynda 's swampy pussy. `` Are you going to make all my supporter experience serious ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her head and driving her hips up at buck 's thrusting hammer. `` I 'll fuck them all so good ! I 'll make them all cum so salutary ! ``

'' thoroughly, '' Buck said with a smirk, puffing his cock from her cunt. `` Give her a bottleful, Grady. The ripe stuff. I think we 've got a very pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted woman of the street is ready to micturate us all real happy. ``

'' And for a real long time, '' Grady said, pulling a feeding bottle of whiskey off the shelf. `` And after she drinks this turd she might just be intimate us all as a lot as she loves you. ``

'' I aiready do, '' Lynda said, her creative thinker nearly unhinged. `` I love you all. All of you, and all of your big, tough cocks ! '' When Grady shoved the nursing bottle between her lips, Lynda drank the whiskey as though it was mother 's milk.

CHAPTER FOUR

'' Pretty rooster, '' Lynda cooed, looking up at the clay, dripping incision that surrounded her. `` Such pretty, pretty cocks ! ``

Grady had made her drinking nearly of the bottle of whiskey before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her stomach, staring at the three hard cocks that were pointing at her face. Behind her two Sir Thomas More stiff pecker were rubbing over the lush, sleek cheeks of her ass. Dozens more hard, dripping prick were waiting to take their go on her. The news of what was happening at Buck 's Bar had spread through the town. The place was packed now, so replete of horny men that Pete had had to lock up the room access and turn off the sign. There was n't room for anyone else.

'' Please do n't injure me, '' Lynda said in a little-girl part, looking up at Buck. `` Please do n't suffer me bad ! ``

'' Why would we want to hurt you now ? '' Buck asked, flashing the other men a mocking grin. `` You 're being such a just small girl, such a good, big-titted little girl. ``

'' I am a dependable female child, '' Lynda said eagerly, and when Buck rubbed his deal over her face, she licked and kissed his fingers like a happy slight puppy. `` A very expert, big-titted lady friend. ``

'' Let 's fuck her, '' one of the men rubbing his cock over her full, polish ass said. He slapped one meaty asscheek. `` Hey, whore ! Tell us you want us to bonk you ! ``

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her quartz blue eyes wide and thoughtful. She was drunk almost to the full stop of passing out and in a province of blow from all the fuck and torture she had endured. `` I want you to do it me right now ! ``

'' And beat you ? '' Pete asked, stepping up inside Lynda and slapping his belted ammunition softly against the small of her back.

'' Oh please, '' Lynda said, fat bout slipping down from the street corner of her big, blue oculus. `` Yes, please beat me too ! If you want to beat me, that 's what I want too. ``

Lynda looked to long horse for approval, and when she saw him smile, she felt warm and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a firm boyfriend, and in her drunken, muddled state that was what sawhorse seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to make him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the foreland of his cock between the swollen, drooping lips of her cunt and fucked his dick inside her until his musket ball were snuggled tight against her quivering, silken thigh.

The men in front of her stepped closer, rubbing their hard, leaking cocks all over Lynda 's beautiful, aristocratical grimace. One of them plunged his shaft straight down her throat, squirming his ass and shoving his dick until Lynda 's moderately font was mashed into his moldy genitals hair.

Then the other man behind her stepped close and pushed the read/write head of his cock against the cock-stuffed mouth of Lynda 's pussy.

'' Mmmmgggrrffhhhh ! '' Lynda cried around her mouthful of cocksucker. She arched her back against the hellish pressure on her puss, jerking her big, sexy ass wildly from slope to side.

Her pussy had been fucked idle and filled with so much jism that it was glib as greased ice. Her pussy-cream was running down the insides of her thighs.

Even that much lubrication could n't ease the penetration of two duncical putz into the squirming, captive body. She squealed with pain as the second man pressed his prick into her petite pink cunt mouth.

The brain of the man 's pecker popped into her pussy, stretching the back talk of her swollen slit wide. Lynda cried out in torture, then moaned deep in her throat as the man drove his putz to the hilt inside her. Her long, sultry dead body trembled with the pain in the neck of the unnatural penetration.

Her poor people, tattered slit felt like a sock on Christmas sunup, stuffed so fully of miniature that it was stretched almost to the point of bursting panoptic give. Her legs felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some huge wooden stake, one that was piercing every inch of her body, driving a wedge heel inside her that was going to cleave her in two.

Her pharynx was clogged with cock. The other two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her grimace. The man on the right slapped her facial expression with his putz, beating Lynda 's pretty human face as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a inure length of fuck-meat. The man on the left was smearing his putz all over her face, probing her olfactory organ, her ear, even bumping the slick nous of his prick into Lynda 's panoptic blue eyes.

The man in the center was fucking Lynda 's throat as though it was her cunt. Lynda choked with every throat-stuffing thrust, but the man only laughed and wiggled his ass so he could drive his cock in deeper. He pulled his cock out and the man on the right slid his in, driving even deeper past her gorge. The center man took over slapping Lynda 's face, smearing her spit and his fuck-lube over her nose and impertinence and forehead.

'' Look at the lady of pleasure ! '' `` call for those cocks, you sleazy tramp ! You 're starting to learn are n't you ? Tell us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking place yet ? ``

The man on the rightfield pulled his spit-soaked cock out of Lynda 's hungry lips, leaving her mouth free to reply. All three men were wiping their cocks over her face now, overwhelming Lynda with the two invertebrate foot of stiff son of a bitch they were making her pleasance. Laughing all three men started hitting Lynda in the typeface with their cocks. They slopped fuck-lube all over her, and before foresighted her beautiful human face was soaked with their pre-cum.

'' resolution me, whore ! '' Pete screamed. Her creamy skin was crossed with raging red welts. `` What should a hussy be doing ? What 's the only affair a big-titted, big-assed landlady bitch is good for ? ``

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her vocalization shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the triple prick-beating the men in social movement of her were giving her pretty face. saliva and fuck-lube poured over her sass in gooey strands. `` A bitch with big tits and a big ass should be using her slutty body to give men find good ! She should be on her knees ! On her book binding with her legs in the air ! On all fours, taking a cock from behind like the beef dog she is ! ``

'' What are you, then, young woman Cartier ? '' Grady asked, stepping up with a lit cigarette and pressing it against the reamed-out pink bud of her dickhead. `` Tell us who you belong to and what the roll in the hay you are. ``

'' A whore ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in intimate agony as the man behind her wrecked her pussy with their shag. `` A strumpet ! I 'm a pussy and an ass and a big, bouncy set of tits ! I belong to you ! I belong to you and to any man who wants to stick his turncock in my slutty body and conduct me like the bitch I am ! nookie me ! piece of tail me ! Oh shit, I 'm such a dirty woman of the street ! ``

'' That 's right, '' Grady said with a grinning, pulling the cigarette off her burn dickhead. He hefted his fat tool in his hand and aimed it at the pocket-size of Lynda 's back. `` What do you get it on, guys ? The dumb slut got it right. ``

Her cunt clutched tight around the double-fucking cocks that stuffed it, and an orgasm exploded through her.

'' Suck this turncock, whore ! '' one of the men in front of her shouted, punching his spit-slick prick between her lush, parted mouth. `` suction me off, you shitty bitch ! ``

Lynda locked her lips tight around the big stopcock, hollowing her cheeks as she applied suction to the meaty length of shit. She lashed her lingua on the bulging cock-head, drooling saliva and pre-cum down her chin.

She leaned her look into the cocks that were pushing against it. She was cumming, and she could n't get enough of the five turncock that were simultaneously ravaging her long, aphrodisiac frame.

She tried to tear her ass back against the hard-driving cocks of the two men behind her, but their twofold fuck-thrusts pounded her back against the side of the bar. It felt as though her pussy was being worked over by a hard-punching fighter, hammered fffst with one fist and then the other.

The men varied their rhythm method of birth control so that sometimes they would take turns jabbing their stopcock into Lynda 's cunt and early meter they would pound in and draw out at the Sami time. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a cock that never needed to pull back at all, that only thrust and thrust and thrust, beating her pussy to mush. When they drove into her together the jarring double wallop would knock Lynda senseless, jolting her long, lush body with the force of a speedmg truck.

'' kick ! '' the man she was sucking roared, clamping his substantial workforce against the English of Lynda 's top dog and fucking her pharynx with rabbitqulck fuck-thrusts. `` You 're making me cum, landlady ! sucking some jizz, you gorgeous cunt ! ``

Lynda gagged on the initiative thickheaded banner of jism that spurted into her throat. It went down the wrong way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her nose and splashed out of her lip. The future throat clogging splash poured like a lava catamenia down her throat and into her stomach. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking sass with tacky fuck-slime. Still choking on the first icky banner of cum, Lynda could n't unsay any of it, and soon cum was pouring out over her cock-stretched lips.

'' Drink it, you worthless cow ! '' the man shouted, humping her somewhat face. He pounded his fist into the sides of her head, knocking her almost unconscious. `` wassail it, slut ! Drink it, whore ! drink my jizz, you big-assed art object of shit ! ``

Lynda tried as gruelling as she could, but she could n't do as the man offered. With a curse of disgust he pulled his spurting pecker out of her mouth and pointed it right between her oculus. He cackled with joy as he fired embarrassing jism streamers into Lynda 's wide eyes. The cum streamed down her side like tears. Finally he smeared his dick all over her nose, leaking the cobbler's last of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

'' Oh yeah ! '' one of the early men shouted, stuffing the head of his cock between Lynda 's parted, cum drooling rim just as he shot his beginning thick dollop of jism. `` Here 's some more, landlady ! suction it down, you sorry cunt ! ``

Lynda did n't even try to swallow his load of cum. It was splashing into her lip too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her face, webbed her lip and teeth together. Her lip blubbered over the thrusting length of fuck-meat, greased by a doubly load of cum. By the sentence the second man pulled his still-spurting hammer out of her back talk Lynda was wearing a beard of sticky, muddy Theodore Harold White jism. The man splashed the go of his cum all over her face, beating her with this cock while he fouled her boldness and olfactory organ and forehead with his tacky cock-julce.

The 3rd man plunged his hammer between her jism-frosted mouth. His cum poured into her mouth like piddle from a tap, and Lynda clamped her sass tight around his shaft just behind the ridge at the back of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her mouth, but she could n't swallow fast enough to keep up with the glut of cum. Her belly felt swollen with jism. Like his admirer the man pulled out to shoot the last of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, pale cheek. By the time he was finished there was n't an inch of her beautiful typeface that was n't glazed with cock-slime.

A man stepped up, his strong cock in his hand, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's dorsum. He striped her with retentive, silverish strands of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with strokes of his big leather knock. Lynda cried out with an unbearable mix of agony and ecstasy as her sultry body was soaked in the cock-slime of the mob of lusting men.

'' Bitch ! '' one of the men fucking her bitch screamed. Both men wrapped their big hired hand around Lynda 's bantam midriff and jerked her back against their bludgeoning rooster. `` I 'm cuninling, you slimy whore ! I 'm creaming your hot footling puss ! ``

'' Oh shit ! '' Lynda moaned as her twat was impaled on the two monolithic cocks. Two pairs of cum cloggy balls were slapping against the backs of her thighs and two long, thick cocks were spitting themselves into her helpless, beautiful physical structure. `` Oh, fuck ! Oh no ! You 're tearing me up ! You 're tearing me up ! Oh please, you 're making me cum ! ``

Lynda 's injured cunt convulsed around the paired, tearing cock, squeezing on their cum as though it wanted to imbue up every drop of jism they fired.

A man grabbed her by her silklike inkiness hair and jerked her head to the slope. He jammed the oral sex of his cock against her parted lips just as he started to cum, and bathed her typeface with his gooey fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's sass together with his cum, painted her Kuki and cheeks and olfactory organ. pasty waving of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful human face, almost a quarter of an column inch thick in some spots.

It was too lots for the drunken, battered looker to stand. She was tied stomach-down over a bar, the sexual center of tending for a mob of almost fifty men. Her cheek was plastered with jism. Lynda screamed in agony, but she could n't tell the pain from delight anymore, and an orgasm was burning through her sleek body.

The men fucking her cunt pulled their pussy-soaked cocks out of her dripping pussy. They rubbed them clean house on Lynda 's alcoholic, creamy ass, and the demote landlady could n't keep herself from hunching her ass back against the big pricks.

The men untied her and turned her over onto her back. Lynda 's delicate hands were forced around two big dick. Four men crowded around her school principal, smearing their cocks all over her already slimy brass. Her legs were grabbed by strong custody that pulled them apart. Lynda felt as though she were a wishing bone as the men forced her into a split that left her legs pointing out straight to the incline of her trunk. She felt the muscle that ran down her privileged thighs pull and tear under the terrible insistence as the men tied her mortise joint and knees to the slope of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her legs, and for the second gear fourth dimension two immense, hard turncock plunged into her cunt at the Saami time.

There were too many men, and they were too excited to wait for turns fucking her gorgeous, captive body. Men kneeled on the bar to either face of her organic structure and plunged their cocks against the fully, sarcoid globes of her tits. Lynda squealed in agony as each man grabbed one of her tits and crushed it brutally around his stiff, intemperately cock.

Her cunt felt as though it had been pounded to mush. She could n't rest with her rima oris still clogged with jism and four prick poking all over her case. Her hands were already sticky with the fuck-lube of the men who were making her beat them off.

The pain from her mashed, fucked mamilla was so terrible that Lynda could n't keep from arching up off the table, from wiggling and jerking in a unfounded endeavor to still some of the excruciation she was feeling.

The men playing their dick over her face started to slap her with their pricks. Each time one of the hard cocks hit her beautiful face there was a loud, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was more system of weights behind the fat peter that were beating her. Before retentive the men were hitting her so arduous that they were bruising her pretty, scummy face. Lynda kept her verbalize spacious open, hoping that at least one of the men would be enticed into sliding his cock down her throat.

The men fucking her slit were the initiative 1 to cum. Lynda 's slit was slick and hot, and stretched to the point of bursting around two punishing dick. The clash was too a good deal for the men to take. Lynda climaxed again as they hosed their jism up inside her sloppy little fuckhole. When they pulled out a Wave of jism followed them. It looked like a gooey white glacier. The men laughed and wiped their cock clean in the silky linle bush of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

Grady grabbed a big bottle of rum and shoved it into Lynda 's slit. The dazed, drunken beauty moaned with shame and pleasance as he fed her every in of the thick, hard bottle. Jism and pussy-juice squeezed out of her step kitty as another orgasm wracked its way through her bound, beautiful body. The man fucking her right tit came, splattering the big soft mound with gaudy midst dick goo.

Lynda climaxed again, her long, sultry physical structure squirming weakly on top of the bar. Her flat piffling venter rolled like that of a belly dancer as orgasmic convulsions seized her. One of the men rubbing his stopcock over her face groaned with pleasure at the sight. He splashed her face with his julcy cock-filth, advance coating Lynda 's hone features.

The men who were making Lynda pose them off came at almost the same time, edging closer to her organic structure so they could splatter her entire teat and silken flat stomach with their cum. The man fucking her go out tit climaxed too, turning the big, lenient globe into a snow-capped mountain.

Lynda had never felt anything even close to the sensation of having three cocks spurting jism onto her face at the Lapplander time. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and let them shower her with cum. Strands of fuck-filth crossed her font from every direction. Jizz poured into her assailable mouth until it overflowed down her buttock and Kuki-Chin. Her beautiful heart were submerged under pools of tawdry cum. Her shiny opprobrious hair was frosted with streaks of dirty whiten cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched soundbox off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar stools. Lynda 's yearn, profuse ramification were jerked wide, her understructure settled on ordure and then sat on by overweight men. Two ordure were put under her broken body, one under her good, silky ass and another under her flat niggling stomach. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's tummy, driving the air from her squirming, enwrapped body. There were stools under her shoulders and psyche, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' Buck said, straddllng her fountainhead. Lynda had to scoop clabber jism from her eyes to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to have you a chance to get to know me substantial well. You want that, do n't you ? ``

'' Yes, '' Lynda said softly, running her natural language through her rima oris to authorize it of cum. `` I want to make love you forever, sawhorse. What are you going to do to me now ? ``

'' Give me a kiss, Lynda-slut, '' one dollar bill said softly. `` establish me a overnice, wet kiss on my asshole. ``

Lynda cried out in despair as Buck spread his asscheeks wide-cut and sat on her brass. The dull filth of his asscrack smeared over her impertinence and rima oris as he settled down on top of her. The olfactory perception made Lynda retch, but there was nada in her stomach to occur up. She dry heaved as Buck crushed the cheating hoop of his asshole down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his putz roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out asshole. buck clamped both of Lynda 's soft work force around the hard shuck of his turncock. The men sitting on Lynda 's feet rubbed their cocks over her perfectly shaped calves. The man sitting on her stomach drove the fat head of his cock into her navel. Lynda was serving five cocks at once, again. Her sex-shattered creative thinker tried in vain to calculate how many cocks she had already pleasured, and how many more were waiting to debilitate their lust on her big, super-sexy body.

Buck made her lay his huge, hard cock between her big, creamy titmouse, then crushed the silky mounds together with his strong hands. Lynda 's hands were pulled up and fitted around other peter. Lynda stroked them diligently, tickling them and pulling them and rubbing their slippery pre-cum all over.

'' Lock your moderately brim on my arse, '' one dollar bill said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's side while he stabbed his pecker between her creamy tits. `` Do n't you desire a nice, wet kiss ? My ass is all you 're going to get to kiss until you prove you 're good enough for something else. '' Lynda whimpered with shame and disgust, but she brushed her lips over the fuddled band of Buck 's shitter. The big man moaned with pleasure and plunged his rooster even more savagely between Lynda 's breast. Lynda clamped her lips to the filthy ring and teased her tongue against it. She could feel the slippery wetness of Buck 's fuck-lube greasing the silky valley between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her asshole spurted his electrocution hot jism inside her. Her reamed out asshole clamped tight as a vise around his gushing prick, pulling his jism deep inside her helplessly squirming trunk. The man sitting on her ankle blastoff long, sebaceous fibril of jism up her leg. Lynda shook like a spastic as an orgasm of her own torus through her abused body.

Driven by the perverse mania that was burning through her, Lynda drove her tongue deep into vaulting horse 's asshole. She tasted his shit and gagged, but she did n't stop. She locked her sass tight around the bud of his shitter, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his mouth instead of his asshole. Buck shouted with pleasure and mashed her titsso tight around his cock that Lynda shrieked in agony.

A cock speared into her cunt, fucking her so brutally that her body shook with every thundering impact. One of the men she was beating off came all over her slender, creamy arm. The man fucking her came after only a twelve strokes, his jism pouring out of her swampy pussy almost as quickly as he shot it in.

Lynda slithered her tongue all over Buck 's damp, filthy asscrack, cleaning his ass until there was n't a touch of shit to be tasted. She was sickened by what she was doing, but she could n't block herself. She stabbed her lingua back up his whoreson and wiggled it around, and he moaned with delight. A import later he was cumming.

Lynda climaxed with her lord as he hot his jism all over her big tits. The other man she was beating off came too, striping her arm with blood of fuck-filth. Buck 's jism coated her satiny tits, and Lynda rubbed the creamy goo over the Brobdingnagian heap until they shined. The man sitting on her other foot came, leaning forward so that he could bombard her swollen knock cunt-lips with his gluey globs of cums.

'' You 're learning, are n't you ? '' Buck said, getting off Lynda 's face and slapping her impudence so hard that it almost knocked her out. Her beautiful boldness was smeared with dark embrown stain. `` Before we 're done with you, you wo n't even remember your fucking epithet. ``

more men moved in on her. They fucked her cunt. They fucked her asshole. They shoved their toilsome, dripping peter between her sensuous, parted lips. They fucked her nipple and made her seaman them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious and woke her up a half dozen clip. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her branch, pursed her lips, ran her hands all over their stopcock. The men kept giving her more to drink, and before they were done, Lynda 's will had been completely shattered.

The men dragged Lynda 's sultry, cum-soaked body across the bar. Lynda hung her head whlle they tied her in topographic point. Tears ran rail down her beautiful, cum-crusted face.

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'' No ! Please, no ! Please no, please no, please no ! ``

Lynda could n't stop begging. The words tumbled from her mouth as the men tied her spread-eagle in the shopping mall of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's arm were go around high up above her head, far out to her position. Her stage were feast wide-cut, too, held by ropes to stud in the bulwark. She was held off the ground, suspended by the ropes that cut into her wrists and ankles.

'' Shut your fucking back talk, Miss Jacques Cartier, '' Grady said, then shook his head.

'' Ought to fucking clean her up, too, '' Pete said, looking over Lynda 's sultry, cum-soaked body. `` We want to see what we 're fucking aiming at. ``

Grady grabbed a half dozen pairs of dirty, discarded underwear off the lousy ginmill floor. Pete pulled a couple seltzer bottles out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, frightened eyes. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer body of water, washing the drying jism off her farseeing, aerodynamic body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered face with the hard streams of water. By the time he was finished Lynda was clean of cum but soaked with water. Her silky black haircloth was plastered to her top dog and shoulders.

'' Open full, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her Kuki and forcing her rima oris broad open. `` You 're not a lot trade good for fucking, Miss Cartier, but maybe you can wash this foul underwear for us. ``

'' Please, Grady ! '' Lynda cried, looking pitiful and gorgeous as she beed for mercy. `` I 've tried to be a good missy ! I 've fucked everybody ! I 'll do anything you want ! Please, just do n't offend me like this ! Do n't ache me so bad ! ``

'' What you are, Lynda, '' Grady said patiently, stuffing a yoke of underwear into Lynda 's mouth, `` is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to determine your place, sporting lady. When we 're done with your afters consistency, you 'll either know it or be too fucked up to handle. ``

Grady backed away from her, and for a moment Lynda hung, in the center of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful soundbox. It was the foremost time in hours that a cock had n't been buried inside her, a deal had n't been mauling her nipple or ass or pussy.

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as sexy as hell.

Lynda 's organic structure was spreadeagle in mid-air. Her big tits stood out from her consistency like two creamy voiced, water-filled balloons. Her nipples were voiceless short points. With her body stretched and tied, her waistline looked even smaller, her trunk even longer. Her sexy legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her stacked body. Her pink cunt-lips were feast wide, and her big, aphrodisiacal ass flexed as she tried to take some of the pressure off her long, shapely legs.

'' screwing me ... fuck me with your human foot, '' she whispered at last, her spokesperson barely audible. She kissed the sole of long horse 's shoe as he rubbed it over her backtalk, slipping her glossa past her sass to wash crap off the leather. `` Please fuck me with your foot. ``

This prison term he leaned his free weight on his fundament, pressing it deeper and abstruse inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected joy as his toes wiggled inside her twat. She screamed when the front of his foot pushed past the stretched lips of her cunt. After that there was only pain, pain so bitter that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's arms to hold him up while he pushed his foot into Lynda 's bitch. Lynda hunched her ass up off the trading floor, trying to escape the atrocious usurpation, but there was nowhere for her to go. half of Grady 's foundation pushed inside her cunt and she felt as though she had been torn to pieces. He kicked again, with all the military strength of his muscular leg, and Lynda felt as though she was having a baby.

'' There we go ! '' Grady screamed as the heel of his animal foot disappeared inside Lynda 's pussy. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your back with your legs spread fucking on a man 's foot ! ``
She could feel every inch of Grady 's foot inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her cervix. The os of his ankle rubbed against her tearing cunt brim. The heel of his foot smashed against her clit. Lynda
'' What 's the matter, Miss Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the drive of driving his foot into Lynda 's battered snatch. `` Are n't I kicking you severely enough ? You uptown cunts really need to go the whole misstep, huh ? Well, here you go, big tits ! Fuck on this ! ``

Grady pulled his foot completely out of Lynda 's pussy, and she collapsed against the floor, panting like a dying dog. Grady 's foundation was drenched with cunteam. Lynda cried in hopeless despair looking at the size of his ft, knowing that he had shoved it up to his ankle inside her misfortunate little pussycat. She knew that her pussy would never be the like after all the insult it had suffered during this horrifying Nox of torment.

Then Grady fucked his metrical unit back inside her, driving all the way to his mortise joint in one fiendish, brutal drive. Lynda slid three feet across the filthy bar flooring, curling into a slopped lump in spite of the feet that held her John L. H. Down. She could feel her puss ripping under the insensate military force of the kick. She was certain that Grady had kicked his animal foot all the way into her stomach.

Grady pulled his foot out of her again. Her torn cunt-lips were stretched so panoptic that it looked as though the men could have driven a motortruck up inside her. Her once-dainty pink cuntlips were rake red and swollen.
'' Shut up, you big-assed slut, '' a man said, and flicked a lit mate into her assailable mouth.

Lynda screamed as the match sizzled her tongue. Her spit put it out almost immediately, but not before it filled her oral cavity with ardour. Lynda gulped down the match on reflex.

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

The other men stopped kicking her, stepping back to ascertain as Grady pounded his foot inside Lynda 's cunt. None of them had ever seen anything that compared to the spectacle of Lynda 's tall sexy body being fucked by Grady 's foot.

Lynda could n't rent anymore. There was n't one spot on her svelte, supple body that did n't bite with pain. Her pussy and asshole felt as though they had been bored out with an electric Mandrillus leucophaeus. Her tits were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with pain even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half conscious in an sea of suffering. And now Grady was kicking the shit out of her cunt.

Lynda locked her plush thigh around Grady 's ankle.

'' ranch those branch ! '' Grady shouted, wiggling his animal foot around inside Lynda 's wound twat. `` cattle farm them, whore, or I 'll shove my ft up your stinking asshole ! ``

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her slick black-market hair's-breadth was spread out around her in a unfounded tangle, her sultry body glistening with exertion. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost shaver. Grady had never seen anything that looked as sexy as the defiled landlady. It made him want to give up her even harder.

'' banquet them, fille Cartier, '' he said again. `` You are n't the landlady anymore. You 're just a sleazy gang-bang barmaid, and we 're going to do anything to your big sexy physical structure that we want to. And think me, whore, we 've been going easy on you so far. ``

Lynda cried hopelessly. She did n't have any pick but to do as Grady commanded. She spread her legs as wide-eyed as she could and waited for him to kick back her again. When he did, she came.

The climax was so herculean, so unexpected, that Lynda could n't stop herself from screaming out with passion. She was climaxing while she was sprawled on a unsporting barroom floor, getting foot-fucked by one man in straw man of an audience of L more.

Lynda bucked her ass up off the ground to gather the pussy-jarring saccade of Grady 's foot. Her waste kitty clamped around Grady 's ankle, spilling cuntream all over his foot. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two feet across the story, and Lynda climaxed again.

She was still cuinming when he pulled his soaked foot from her cunt. And when he made her lick his foot clean and jerk, Lynda climaxed again, even as she cried at the depth of her degradation.


CHAPTER SEVEN
Buck dropped to his knee behind her and wrapped his strong hand around her plush, silky thigh. Before Lynda knew what was happening he pulled on her legs as though she was a wishbone. She screamed out in suffering as he flattened her long, sultry consistence on the smutty bathroom floor. Then he drove his huge, hard cock up her dickhead, and pain slam through her torso like liquid fire.
'' Shake your big sweet ass, honey ! '' Pearl Buck growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte body with brutal fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot little shitter on my big cock !
sawbuck hammered his wrist-thick rooster up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the nasty trading floor, pulling herself painfully forward to clean the tile while Buck demolished her sexy dead body. Every goring pang of his cock made Lynda 's tits swing and her ass jiggle. His strong workforce jerked her back to meet every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with pleasure and dropped to his articulatio genus beside Lynda 's face. Lynda jerked with surprisal when his cock splattered her face with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her impudence and into her ear. Jism slithered over her fully brim and dripped from her nose.
'' I said fuck me back, you dumb cunt ! '' vaulting horse hissed, grabbing Lynda 's heavy, hanging pap and crushing them against her torso. `` Move your lazy ass ! ``

Buck rabbit-fucked her devastated shit-chute, drilling his turncock brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing thrust, trembling with the try of trying to clean the floor while having her stamp, offend defecator fucked to smidgin. She squeezed her bunghole tight around horse 's bruising peter, moaning in agony.

She was going to cum.

Lynda grunted like a pig, meowed like a sexy cat in heating. She humped her ass back against dollar 's massive dick. Her pussy was dripping and squirming, her clitoris buzzing like an warning device clock.

'' Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! '' she cried out with every punishing thrust of Buck 's cock up her cocksucker. `` Oh yes ! Oh yes ! Oh, oh, oh yessssss ! ``

'' That 's it, slut ! '' dollar roared, hammering his stopcock up her torn, clutching shit-chute. `` What a soaked asshole ! What a big, sexy ass ! You 're making me cum, big-tits ! Here, take some jism, whore ! ``

'' Aaaaahhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed, tossing her head back off the base as vaulting horse squirted jism deep into her smash asshole. `` Cum ! Cum ! Cum ! ``

It felt like lava was flowing up her mingy, hot defecator. dollar 's jism burned every tear and abrasion in her sweetly arse. The flame seemed to burn through the walls of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming pussy. Lynda jerked like a spastic as sawbuck unloaded his cock-cream deep inside her whacking, sexy torso. Lynda slammed her miserable face back against the floor, hitting so hard that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the floor as though it were the face of a lover
Buck pulled out of her ass, his big hammer dripping jism and line of descent. He wiped his prick clean and jerk on the modest of Lynda 's back. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his place, slamming his cock to the hilt inside Lynda 's reamedut shitter.

Lynda screamed with pleasure, dragging herself across the bathroom floor. A man dropped to his knees in front of her and jacked on his cock until he spurted his cum all over her face. Lynda gurgled with insane mirthfulness as the man 's jism slapped against her lovely features. She caught some in her back talk, then drooled it back out on the base and rubbed her face into it.
Lynda pounded her top dog against the floor and drove her ass back against the man 's stabbing cock, pussy-juice running from her swollen pussy almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her bruise shit-chute.


The men moved in on her. prick slid into her twat and bastard at the same prison term. Lynda 's genitalia was at exactly the right height for the men to stick around their cocks into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's shoulders were pressed painfully into the trading floor. It felt to the pain dazed beauty as if her back was being fall in, her justly leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your titties, cunt, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her headspring. `` wad on those big jug ! They 're hanging in your fucking face, slut ! chow down ! ``

Lynda cried in shame and torture, but she parted her sassing and washed her pretty pink tongue over her heated, silky tit-flesh. Her body was swaying as the men fucking her pussy and bastard pounded their peter inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a hooked fish at the end of the roach that caught her ankle.

Lynda soaked her full, hanging titmouse with her spit. She bit at the big, indulgent bosom until her creamy skin was covered with the chump of her teeth. She cried as she bit and sucked her tits, both at the shame of having to step her own raw tits and at the excruciation of the brutal three-fold fuck she was having to endure.

The men fucked her savagely. They angled their cocks straight down into her consistence and pounded her brutally against the level. Lynda felt as if her egotistical fuck-holes were being scrubbed with sandpaper. The two bastard felt like baseball bats as they pounded into her fuck-holes.

The man fucking her pussy was the 1st to cum. He filled her twat with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her drenched pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her marshy twat while he was still spilling cum, milking the finally of his rooster goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly upturned font. The unworthy smacking of jism on Lynda 's mamilla and face made her whine with humiliation. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her motherfucker guess his load. Lynda grunted with painfulness as the man thrust his cock into her jism-drenched kitty-cat. Her sweet petty cunt had been fucked raw by the dozens of turncock that had stabbed inside her. As lube as she was, the turncock fucking in her pussycat still sent lightning bolts of torment sizzling through her.

When the man fucking her ass finally came, his jism jetted rich inside Lynda 's stringent petty ass tunnel than she would have believed potential. Her bunghole was so reamed out that it offered no immunity to the gush of cock-juice. The Angle she was hanging at gave further aid to the jism as it poured deep inside her squirming, aphrodisiac body.

Another man stepped up to fill her ass with cum as soon as the commencement backed away. And after the second distich filled her doughy fuck-holes with jism another couple stepped up to take over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the line of men who stood waiting for turns at her ravaged pussy and asshole.

By the sentence twenty men had used her she felt dead.

Her cunt and asshole were dripping gummy consortium of jism. The slippy Caucasian cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the fissure of her ass and down her spinal column, over her quivering matte stomach and onto her bosom and face.

Lynda had thought that her pussy and prick would go numb from all the roll in the hay. Instead they seemed to hurt more with each new cock that speared inside them. By the time the first twenty men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in constant, intolerable agony.

She was gnashing at her teat, biting and sucking at them as if she wanted to differentiate herself for lifetime. She chewed on her tit until they were swollen and bid. Then she gnawed on them some more, until they felt like so very much ground hamburger.

Men squatted near her head word and beat themselves off in her beautiful font. Jism slopped into her wide down eye. Cum sloughed off her buttock in inch-thick waves. Jism glazed her horn in, painted her lips, filled her spike and puddled in the hollow of her pharynx. The men beat off into her sexy, shifting knocker, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy soft pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every inch of her lush consistence .