Chapter 4

Pretty cocks,” Lynda cooed, looking up at the stiff, dripping pricks that surrounded her. “Such pretty, pretty cocks!”

Grady had made her drink most 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 more stiff pricks were rubbing over the lush, silky cheeks of her ass. Dozens more hard, dripping cocks were waiting to take their turns on her. The news of what was happening at Buck’s Bar had spread through the town. The place was packed now, so full of horny men that Pete had had to lock the door and turn off the sign. There wasn’t room for anyone else.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Lynda said in a little-girl voice, looking up at Buck. “Please don’t hurt me bad!”

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

“I am a good girl,” Lynda said eagerly, and when Buck rubbed his hand over her face, she licked and kissed his fingers like a happy little puppy. “A very good, big-titted girl.”

“Let’s fuck her,” one of the men rubbing his cock over her full, round ass said. He slapped one meaty asscheek. “Hey, whore! Tell us you want us to fuck you!”

“I do,” Lynda said, her crystal blue eyes wide and thoughtful. She was drunk almost to the point of passing out and in a state of shock from all the fucking and torture she had endured. “I want you to fuck me right now!”

“And beat you?” Pete asked, stepping up beside Lynda and slapping his belt softly against the small of her back.

“Oh please,” Lynda said, fat tears slipping down from the corners of her big, blue eyes. “Yes, please beat me too! If you want to beat me, that’s what I want too.”

Lynda looked to Buck for approval, and when she saw him smile, she felt warm and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a steady boyfriend, and in her drunken, muddled state, that was what Buck seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to make him happy.

Pete lashed the belt down against Lynda’s lush asscheeks, leaving a thick red stripe across her tanned skin.

One of the men behind her stuffed the head of his cock between the swollen, drooping lips of her cunt and fucked his cock inside her until his balls were snuggled tight against her quivering, silky thigh.

The men in front of her stepped closer, rubbing their hard, leaking cocks all over Lynda’s beautiful, aristocratic face. One of them plunged his cock straight down her throat, squirming his ass and shoving his cock until Lynda’s pretty face was mashed into his musty crotch hair.

Then the other man behind her stepped close and pushed the head of his cock against the cock-stuffed lips of Lynda’s pussy.

“MmmmgggrrffThhh!” Lynda cried around her mouthful of prick. She arched her back against the hellish pressure on her cunt, jerking her big, sexy ass wildly from side to side.

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

Even that much lubrication couldn’t ease the penetration of two thick cocks into the squirming, captive body. She squealed with pain as the second man pressed his cock into her tiny pink cunt mouth.

The head of the man’s cock popped into her pussy, stretching the mouth of her swollen cunt wide. Lynda cried out in agony, then moaned deep in her throat as the man drove his cock to the hilt inside her. Her long, sultry body trembled with the pain of the unnatural penetration.

Her poor, tattered cunt felt like a sock on Christmas morning, stuffed so full of toys that it was stretched almost to the point of bursting wide open. 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 inside her that was going to split her in two.

Her throat was clogged with cock. The other two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her face. The man on the right slapped her face with his cock, beating Lynda’s pretty face as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a hardened length of fuck-meat. The man on the left was smearing his cock all over her face, probing her nose, her ear, even bumping the slick head of his prick into Lynda’s wide 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 gullet. The center man took over slapping Lynda’s face, smearing her spit and his fuck-lube over her nose and cheeks and forehead.

“Look at the whore!” Pete shouted, whipping the belt down against Lynda’s sexy ass and narrow back. “Take those cocks, you sleazy tramp! You’re starting to learn, aren’t you? Tell us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking place yet?”

The man on the right pulled his spit-soaked cock out of Lynda’s hungry lips, leaving her mouth free to answer. All three men were wiping their cocks over her face now, overwhelming Lynda with the two feet of stiff prick they were making her pleasure. Laughing, all three men started hitting Lynda in the face with their cocks. They slopped fuck-lube all over her, and before long her beautiful face was soaked with their pre-cum.

“Answer me, whore!” Pete screamed, lashing the belt across Lynda’s long, flawless back. Her creamy skin was crossed with angry red welts. “What should a slut be doing? What’s the only thing a big-titted, big-assed landlady bitch is good for?”