The first time Glenda got hers, she was a saucy young thing of eighteen. A recent graduate of Potter’s Bluff High, Glenda was a red-haired beauty whose vivacious personality, gorgeous looks and big, bouncy knockers guaranteed her popularity wherever she went.
Glenda Farrell was an only child. She lived with her Police Chief father, Rupert, in a small, quaint, wood frame house on Lothario Drive on the outskirts of Potter’s Bluff. Glenda had been spoiled by her parents, and when her mother died, Rupert had been even more indulgent of his precious little princess.
Consequently, Glenda had grown up with a lot of nerve. She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it, and without a great deal of effort.
Things got even better when, in the ninth grade, a physical phenomenon had occurred. Glenda Farrell had sprouted a pair of enormous breasts, almost over night! Her fine, thrusting titties, straining against her clinging pink cashmere sweaters became something of a fixture at Potter’s Bluff High, and scores of horny adolescent boys jerked off dreaming of burying their pimply faces between those stupendous hills of flesh.
As a senior, Glenda was head cheerleader, Vice President of the student body, and the student voted Most Popular, Best Looking, and Most Likely To Succeed.
Glenda liked sex. She’d lost her cherry in the ninth grade and had spread her legs for a lot guys by the time she was eighteen. But she’d quickly learned then if she went steady with one guy for very long, he started getting possessive and cramped her style.
Glenda didn’t like to be told what to do. She enjoyed being a free-wheeling, happy-go-lucky social butterfly with no anchors or restraints. Because of this, she obtained a bit of a reputation for being a heart-breaker and a cock-tease.
Glenda had enrolled for a year at the Madagaskilla County Junior College. She was biding her time before moving east to seek fame and fortune as a model. She’d done some local modeling and quite enjoyed it, and flattered herself that becoming an international sensation was only a matter of time.
She was quite content for the time being to take a light course load at MCJC and frolic happily with her large circle of friends for one more year before seriously pursuing any kind of a career.
One thing she knew for certain. She did not want to just get married and settle down and have a litter of brats and get fat and ugly. The mere thought of such a future was enough to make her shudder in horror.
No, Glenda Farrell was going to be a wild thing, untamed and free, skipping merrily down life’s uneven, sometimes perilous path, unfettered by any silly little restrictions and bothers.
Our story opens one balmy April evening. Glenda Farrell had decided, quite calmly and suddenly, that she was going to dump Hank Rigorettino. He was getting too “heavy”. She’d put up with it for a while, because, after all, he was Hank Rigorettino, absolutely the hottest hunk at MCJC. And she loved parading her captive around in front of her envious girl-friends.
But, really, enough was enough! He wanted to know everything she did when she wasn’t with him, and complained when she broke a date, and he was always trying to get her to suck him off.
Glenda Farrell didn’t like to suck boys off. It was boring and it made her jaw sore. She liked to be fucked, though most of the time even that was pretty ho-hum. Even with Hank Rigorettino…
Glenda glanced at him now. She was sitting next to Hank in his scarlet convertible as they cruised down Pilsner Boulevard. My, he was good-looking!
Hank was nineteen, tall and well-built, with short-cropped straw blond hair, a white-toothed grin, boyishly attractive, even features and a gorgeous tan. Tonight, he wore a tee shirt which clung to the beefy contours of his “V” shaped, hard-muscled torso and a pair of thread-bare blue jeans which hugged his crotch becomingly.
Glenda regarded herself in her compact mirror, and beamed with self-satisfaction. She looked radiant! Her thick, russet red hair flowed in heavy, glossy curls around her slender, alabaster white shoulders, framing the delicately featured oval of her face.
Her almond-shaped, deceptively sleepy eyes were hazel with long, droopy lashes. She had a tiny upturned button of a nose. Her lips were full and sulky and ruby red. She had a cute way of sticking out her lower lip and pouting playfully while she batted her lashes at a guy. It was one of her most powerful weapons.
She had a slender, swan-like neck, and she wore a revealing cornflower blue dress with a plunging neck-line and shoulder straps. A great deal of the full, swollen globes of her breasts was exposed. You could see the pert erections of her nipples quite clearly through the thin, clinging fabric of her dress.
Her long, lithe legs were revealed below the shockingly high hem-like of that skimpy garment. She had a dainty pair of coral pink pumps on her sweet little feet.
Hank had been drinking. His face had that dull, rosy flush which Glenda had become a little too accustomed to. His arm was slung around the back of her seat and he was driving a bit too fast.
“Where are you going?” Glenda asked a little irritably.
“Thought we might cruise down Lothario Lane before I take you home,” Hank said with a sly grin, turning down a dirt road.
“Oh, come on. Hank!” Glenda exclaimed. “I’ve got a splitting head-ache!”
“Yeah? Well, I’ve got a raging hardon!” Hank growled huskily.
He pulled the convertible into the shade under an elegant elm tree and turned towards her. She could hardly see him in the shadows, and she saw that he was fumbling around with something.
He caught hold of her hand and pulled it into his lap. Glenda gave an exclamation as she felt the throbbing heat of his meaty boner against her unwilling fingers.
“Feel how hard I am, baby!” Hank hissed seductively, making his pecker pulsate as he drew her fingers up and down on it. “Yeah! I need some satisfaction, sugar! C’mon! Why don’t you just suck it a LITTLE? I swear to God I won’t come in your mouth!”
“Oh, goodness, Hank, you are so juvenile!” Glenda exclaimed acidly, jerking back her hand. “Put that thing away at once and drive me home! Honestly, sometimes you are the limit!”
She folded her arms and stared out the window, tapping her foot angrily on the floor of the car. Hank shifted on the seat and she heard him take a gulp from his flask of whiskey.
“God! You really are a boozer! I must be crazy to let you drive me around when you’re always drinking like a fish!” Glenda cried.
“Listen, Glenda,” Hank said huskily. “You’re my girl. You should have some respect. Any other girl would be pleased as punch if I wanted to go out with them.”
“RESPECT?!” Glenda shrieked, her hazel eyes flashing. “You arrogant beast! You should kiss the ground I walk on! I’m going places, Hank Rigorettino, and you don’t have any role in my future! Now, you take me home right this minute or I’m walking!”
“Then get out, bitch,” Hank snarled, and there was a dark fury in his voice she had never heard before. “Get the fuck out and don’t ever come around me any more, you stuck-up cock-tease!”
In the midst of her shock and indignation, Glenda felt a tiny flurry of strange excitement at the pit of her belly. No guy had ever dared talk like that to her before! There was something thrilling about it! She was pissed off, of course, but she was secretly delighted that Hank Rigorettino had shown her that he had balls, after all!
“Well! You don’t have to be such a rude thing!” Glenda said huffily, tossing her hair.
“Listen, bitch,” Hank said roughly. “I’ve put up with just about enough shit from you. You got two choices. Get down and suck my schlong or get your ass out of my car. Make up your mind, because I don’t have any time to waste.”
“Fuck you, Hank Rigorettino!” Glenda shrieked, seeing red.
Angrily, she banged open the car door and leaped out, running down the road towards town, her large knockers jiggling and bouncing enticingly. Her face was flushed, and in her anger, Glenda Farrell looked absolutely ravishing!
She wandered down Hart Street, sulky and a little forlorn. She felt a little stab of regret. There was probably no hope for a reconciliation with Hank now. Both of them were too proud to apologize for their behavior. And she recalled that little surge of excitement which had welled upon within her when Hank started treating her like dirt.
My goodness, Glenda Farrell! she thought impatiently. You must be nutty or something! Hank Rigorettino can just go to the devil!
She went into Cuccarelll’s Soda Shoppe on the corner of Hart and Dalmatian, and chatted with a few acquaintances as she sipped a chocolate milkshake. She saw that it was getting late, and decided to hail and taxi and go home.
Glenda wandered down Dalmatian Street, lost in thought. She began dreaming of going to New York and making it big as a model! Boy, wouldn’t that be grand! She could see her pouty, disdainful face gracing the covers of Vogue and Cosmopolitan! She could hear herself discussing her meteoric career with David Letterman and Oprah Winfrey. She even saw herself, in a glowing, not-so-distant future, accepting an Oscar for her spectacular performance in her first film, opposite Harrison Ford…
So caught up was Glenda Farrell in her fairy tale future that she didn’t see the scarlet convertible cruise down the street, slowing down as it came up alongside of her. Hank Rigorettino was behind the wheel. But he was not alone. He had two companions. And they were all three drunk to the gills…
After Glenda had so abruptly departed, Hank Rigorettino had gotten madder and madder. No chick had ever treated him like that before! He had been dazzled by Glenda, though she had always irritated him. She was sort of a status symbol in Potter’s Bluff. He felt proud to be associated with the hottest chick around. But the fact was, Glenda Farrell was a terrible cock-tease, a little, stuck-up bitch who treated a fellow as if he were a turd.
And Hank Rigorettino thought a lot of Hank Rigorettino… Damn, he was sharp! What the hell was he doing tagging along like a dumb dog after that no good slut? She should have been grateful for every blessed moment he gave her!
These and other thoughts kept building and growing in his liquor-clouded mind that evening. He drove down to Alfalfa Circle and stopped off at Neptune’s Trident, a local bar he and the guys often frequented.
Two of his best buddies happened to be at the Trident that evening. When he was with his buddies, Hank got even cockier and brasher. A few drinks with William “Moose” Northrop and Bob Smith, and Hank was savagely and loudly attacking the character of his former sweetheart…
“Can you believe that dumb twat, man?” Hank groused in a husky, slurred voice. “She wiggles those big fuckin’ tits at you and then won’t even give you head! Fuckin’ CUNT!”
“You shoulda knocked her silly, man!” Moose Northrop rumbled, taking a big gulp of Pabst Blue Ribbon. “Gotta teach them bitches their place! Sally Tuckerdorf tried some shit on me, I whopped her upside the head, fucked her real good, and she was ready to lick my ass! That’s what they all want, fuckin’ whores.”
“You got that right, buddy!” Bob Smith boomed, nodding energetically. “Gals like a guy to show ‘em whose boss. Slut gets outta line, you rough her up a little, put her in her place, and, hell, she’s eatin’ outta your hand like some dumb deer or something!”
The three macho buddies laughed raucously and rather savagely and ordered another round of drinks. They were getting pretty soused.
Moose and Bob were big, ornery guys. Along with Hank, they were all members of the football team at MCJC.
Moose Northrop was twenty, a big, beefy brute of a guy. Six foot two, two hundred and forty pounds of solid muscle, he was the type of guy you like to have on your side.
He had a strong, squarish head with a shock of thick brown hair and smoldering brown eyes. His nose was flattened and a little crooked from a past brawl. He had a thin, cruel, leering mouth. His neck was thick as a bull’s.
He wore a beige Lactose shirt which bulged around his powerful torso muscles. Thick whorls of dark hair foamed over the neck-line of his shirt. His massive thighs seemed ready to split the seams of his black cords, and his basket was gargantuan. One glance at that meaty basket, and you knew in an instant how big Moose Northrop got his nickname.
Moose was big, but Bob Smith was even bigger. Bob Smith was big, bad and black. He was a hulking brute of a guy. Towering six feet four inches in his stockinged feet and tipping the scales at two hundred and seventy pounds, big Bob Smith was crudely handsome, with thick, Nubian features, full, sensuous lips and short-cropped kinky brown hair.
His biceps were like bowling balls sliced in two. His arms were almost simian, they were so long. His hands were huge as hams.
His chest was magnificent. His pectorals were huge, jutting slabs of muscle, framed by lats which stood away from his body like boomerangs. His body tapered dramatically to a slim waist and a rippling, washboard belly.
Tonight, he wore a tank top tee shirt, baring his huge arms and tracing the beefy musculature of his cobra-like chest. His tight jeans seemed ready to burst around a heavy, impossibly long bulge which inched down his leg almost to the knee.
“Well, fuck this shit, man!” Hank bellowed drunkenly, clapping his pals on the back. “Let’s blow this joint!”
“Yeah!” thundered Moose, grinning toothily. “Let’s go cruisin’, man!”
“Let’s find ourselves some foxy fuckin’ chicks!” Bob hollered jovially.
The three beefy buddies lurched out of the bar and piled into Rigorettino’s snazzy red car. They went tooling down the streets of Potter’s Bluff, whistling and howling at every girl they passed.
“Hey, Hank!” Moose said huskily, leaning forward, his eyes glinting. “Check out who’s walking down the street!”
Moose and Bob were in the back seat, leaning out the windows to holler at passersby. A couple of six packs were strewn on the front passenger seat.
Hank followed Moose’s pointing finger and his face twitched, a dark, savage gleam storming through his baby blues. An ugly grin stretched across his boyishly attractive face.
“Well, well, well!” Hank chuckled nastily. “Look who’s cruisin’ the streets like a fuckin’ cat in heat!”
He slowed down the car till it came purring up alongside of Glenda Farrell. The fact that Glenda looked positively spectacular in the neon glow of street signs seemed to add to the primal, savage heat which flowed through the drunken threesome.
“You didn’t tell me I had to pay for it, slut!” Hank called raucously, leaning out the window. “If I’d known that, I might have doled out a coupla bucks!”
Glenda frowned, turning to cast a cool look at the loathsome creatures she suddenly realized were ogling her. She gave a sharp exclamation when she saw who it was.
“Hank Rigorettino, you just leave me alone!” she cried with a saucy toss of her hair. “Can’t you act your age?”
“Thinks she’s hot shit or something!” Moose Northrop growled huskily, leering at her tits.
“I think the bitch needs to be taught a little lesson,” Hank drawled. “What do you think, buddies?”
“Oh, pooh, you boys are tres gauche!” Glenda grimaced, turning to walk back from whence she had come.
She still thought they were just horsing around, as inebriated lads will. Little did she know what the evening had in store for her…
“Get her, guys!” Hank hissed, his voice low and husky with sadistic excitement. “Let’s take her somewhere and give her a good working over!”
Moose and Bob exchanged greedy glances, licking their lips.
“You sure about this, man?” Bob said slowly.
“Get her, I said!” Hank thundered.
The car doors swung open and two muscle-bound brutes sprang out, like pouncing jungle animals. As Glenda prepared to cross the street and hail a cab, powerful hands grabbed her on both sides. She uttered a startled cry as she was bodily lifted in the air and carried roughly over to Hank Rigorettino’s car.
“L-Let me GO! What are you DOING?!” Glenda gasped in shock, trying to struggle.
She grunted as she was forced roughly into the back seat of the convertible, sandwiched between Bob Smith and Moose Northrop. Hank stepped on the accelerator and the car went screeching off down the road like a bat out of hell.
“Hank! Stop this car this minute!” Glenda cried, leaning forward. “Hank! You’re drunk! Please! Let me out of here!”
Her voice was starting to tremble a little as tingles of trepidation crept through her veins. Her heart was starting to hammer rapidly. There was a seething aura of primitive masculine lust in the car which overwhelmed her. She felt, for a wild moment, like a rabbit cornered by hungry, slavering wolves…
“HANK!” Glenda shrieked hysterically. “STOP THE CAR! I’ll scream! I’ll… I’ll tell the police! You’ve gone too far!”
“No, bitch! You’ve gone too far!” Hank snarled savagely over his shoulder. “Clam the cow up, boys! We wanna fuck her, not listen to her!”
“Oh, my GOD! You’re not going to… MMMFFFGGGH!!” Glenda started to babble, but her words were suddenly stifled as Bob Smith clamped a huge black paw over her lower face.
Grinning drunkenly, Moose Northrop pulled off one of his smelly, sweaty socks. Bob Smith forced the squealing, struggling girl’s jaws open and his buddy crammed the cruddy sock roughly in her mouth, securely gagging her.
“Don’t move, bitch, or you’re gonna get your pretty face smacked up!” Moose snarled hoarsely, and from the look in his narrowed brown eyes, Glenda knew this was no idle threat.
She gurgled and whimpered gagging on the sock which filled her mouth, trembling as she sat there, a prisoner of three muscle bound, drunken studs. Through the haze of fear which clouded her senses, Glenda Farrell was starting to feel again that little thrill of forbidden excitement. It crept up her body, spreading from her moist loins to her tits to her brain, setting her nerve endings on fire…
“Bring her over here, guys!” Hank Rigorettino hollered, gesturing with his hand as Moose and Bob hauled the struggling red-head out of the car.
Hank had parked in an empty lot next to an abandoned warehouse. The cool glare of a flickering lamp illuminated the expanse of crumbling concrete and rusty metal.
Hank had found some old, dirty coils of thick hemp rope on the ground. He had the rope in his big hands, a wicked grin on his flushed face, and a bulge in his pants as Moose and Bob roughly shoved Glenda forward.
Glenda groaned falling to her knees on the ground in front of her enraged boyfriend. Her head was spinning. She could hardly breathe with that disgusting sock in her mouth.
She gurgled feebly as Moose dragged her arms behind her back. Hank stooped down and swiftly lashed her wrists together, cinching the rope tight. Glenda’s eyes snapped open and she felt a wild surge of mingled fear and excitement. She was being bound!
Helplessness filled her like a strange, frightening drug. God! What would these horrible brutes do to her? She was utterly defenseless! And her pussy was throbbing wetly in her tight pink panties…
She felt dizzy, paralyzed, suspended in a giddy, terrifying void. Dimly, she felt strong hands pull her legs apart. Dimly, she felt ropes being tied to her ankles, securing her dainty little feet to iron poles in the cement.
Her hands were tied painfully behind her back. Her spread-eagled legs were tied tightly to iron poles. Her mouth was stuffed full with Moose’s sweaty sock… Wildly, Glenda Farrell swung her frightened hazel eyes from one brute to the other, pleading with them wordlessly, making little choked whimpering sounds.
“Bob, get out your blade and cut the clothes off the bitch!” Hank ordered huskily.
Bob grinned. It was not a pleasant grin, twisting his dark features grotesquely, displaying big, greedy white teeth.
The muscular Negro whipped out his switchblade, and it gleamed malevolently in the air as he straddled the terrified girl and slid the knife into her cleavage, between the dress and her skin. He ripped upward, and the blade neatly slit through her thin dress, slicing slowly downward. A few more well-placed strokes of the knife, and the dress came away in blue shreds.
“Look at those big fucking tits, man!” Moose Northrop growled hoarsely, rubbing his crotch. “Damn! Gets me real hot!”
Glenda’s full, creamy boobs swayed lusciously in the light as the bound beauty squirmed and whimpered fearfully. Her tits were enormous, firm yet bouncy, with sand dollar sized nipples rosy as cherries.
Bob Smith was panting hoarsely as he crawled between Glenda’s splayed gams. Glenda’s pink, frilly panties formed a sexy triangle, cupping the moist hill of her sweet twat.
She shuddered as Bob sliced her panties right off of her. Yet she also felt a degenerate thrill as she lay there, naked and bound, at the mercy of those animalistic studs.
“How does that feel, bitch?” Hank Rigorettino drawled jeeringly as he straddled Glenda’s prone body, his feet planted on the cement on either side of her waist. “You ain’t gonna do much jabbering and fussing now, slut! You’re gonna learn your place, baby!”
He squatted, rapidly untying his shoelaces, drawing them out. There was a peculiar gleam in Hank’s blue eyes which Glenda did not particularly like.
He grinned at her, snapping one of the laces in the air before her frightened hazel eyes. He wrapped the lace around one of her swelling boobs and began to cinch it, drawing it tighter and tighter around the pillowy globe of flesh.
Glenda gurgled and wriggled feebly as pain shot through her jutting titty. She knew her trials and tribulations had just begun…
Even though she was scared shitless, Glenda Farrell was burning up with erotic heat. The blood pounding through her veins seemed charged with electricity. Desire, helpless and wild, seared and tingled between her legs.
She lay there, on an uncomfortable bed of cement, in a deserted lot, completely at the mercy of three brutal drunken animals. The ropes binding her wrists together and clamping her ankles to steel posts were tight, chafing her tender skin painfully.
Hank Rigorettino’s shoelaces were cinched savagely around her torpedo-like knockers, biting harshly into the resilient globes, making them bloat outward like water balloons almost ready to explode. But this tit-bondage inspired pleasure as well as pain. Dark, primitive pleasure which scorched her nipples, making them pucker and bloat, sticking away from her knockers like tiny peckers.
“OK, guys, let’s go for it!” Hank panted huskily as they stared down at the helplessly roped red-head.
Hank, Moose and Bob began to strip, tearing off their shirts and shoes and trousers, grunting with bestial impatience. In a few moments, they towered above Glenda, buck naked, surrounding her, looming like sensual monsters before her startled hazel eyes.
Hank nodded mutely to his king-sized buddies, and Moose and Bob dropped to the ground, panting hoarsely. They were big sons of bitches, big everywhere.
Moose’s beefy, hulking physique was covered with thick ringlets of dark hair. His enormous ramrod jerked arrogantly in mid-air, eleven inches of wrist-thick flesh and gristle, leaking a clear bead of pre-come.
Bob’s hard-muscled, six foot four, two hundred and seventy pound bod was black as ebony, gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat like polished lacquer. His bull-meat was a solid twelve inches long and just as fat as Moose’s.
Bob and Moose stooped down on either side of Glenda. She felt their hot, boozy breath on her aching, trussed-up knockers.
Glenda whimpered, half-closing her eyes as Moose and Bob wrapped their hungry, suctioning lips around her sensitized nubbins, slurping and mouthing at them greedily. Their hot slobber drooled down the quivering peaks of her lily white titties, making them sparkle.
Moose and Bob rolled their wet tasters all over the pebbly halos of Glenda’s nips, then flicked at the sprouting tips, tantalizing them sensually. In spite of herself, Glenda felt molten rapture spill through her throbbing nipples, charging her huge breasts with steamy sensation which set fire to her tingling loins.
“Work those big fuckin’ tits!” Hank Rigorettino panted hoarsely, stroking his horse-tool as he watched Bob and Moose slurp on Glenda’s large mammaries. “Give the slut something to squawk about! Chew ‘em! Slurp em!”
Glenda uttered a strangled screech, her eyes snapping wide open as Bob and Moose clamped their strong jaws together, digging their teeth into the pliant flesh of her swollen tits. The big dudes growled animalistically as they bit and worried her throbbing nubs, dragging them away from her body and letting them snap back like elastic.
Mingled flurries of pain and exquisite pleasure twined and strobed through Glenda’s upper body. She arched her back, thrashing feebly, tears staining her cheeks as the brawny studs mercilessly worked on her jiggling jugs.
Both dudes ran their hands down her smooth, sleek belly and fingered the bloated, coral pink mound of her wet snatch. Glenda had a beautiful pussy. Very softly dusted with golden peach fuzz, her cunny was pink and pretty, moist and succulent, with a tiny, quivering cut and a hot, tight fuck-hole.
Bob and Moose rubbed their thick, calloused fingers all over the tender petals of her hot mons, plucking and twisting at them a little roughly, their thumbs scraping over her sensitized love bud, sending blistering darts of almost unbearable ecstasy through Glenda’s body.
She bucked and twisted, her bonds cutting into her tender flesh as helpless waves of sensation engulfed the buxom red-head time and time again. She groaned feebly as Bob pumped a long, black finger in and out of her squirming, oven-hot cunt hole, twisting it around inside her.
Moose worked a finger in her vagina too, and the muscular guys started frigging her spread twat simultaneously, testing the elasticity of her quivering, dripping snatch.
Moose let her ripe boob pop out of his mouth. Deep tooth marks indented the aching white flesh surrounding her erect nipple. The hairy stud scrambled up between her spread legs.
Crouching down, Moose greedily stared at her pink, spread pussy up close. The juicy cunny lips were quivering with girlish excitement. He loved the sweet perfume of her over-heated sex. It made his mouth water and his tummy tighten with savage heat.
Growling, Moose clamped his mouth greedily around her moist twat, suckling it lasciviously, sliding his licker up and down her molten gash. Glenda screamed through the sock gag and arched her back as electric jolts of pleasure scorched her tongue-tortured pussy.
She tossed her mane of russet red hair as Moose’s long, drooling taster snaked up deeply inside her and wiggled around. Moose poked his tongue rapidly in and out of Glenda’s fuck hole, masturbating his horse-sized dong as he lapped up her cunny juices.
Bob Smith continued to maul, pinch, twist, suck, lick and chew her swollen boobies, turning them into burning hills of angry sensation.
Hank Rigorettino watched this hot action greedily, stroking his sex-thickened tool, lust burning like fistfuls of red hot coals in his huge, sweaty balls.
With a low grunt, Hank sprang into action, his heart pounding with sadistic excitement as he crouched beside Glenda. He pulled the spit-soaked sock out off her mouth, and the red-haired beauty gasped and moaned out loud, looking up at him with enormous, helpless hazel eyes.
“What you got to say to me, bitch?” Hank snarled, grinning maliciously.
“I’ll… I’ll do anything you want! Anything!” Glenda croaked weakly.
Hank slapped her cheek, making it smart, bringing hot tears to her eyes and making her pussy squirm around Moose’s wiggling tongue.
Hank thrust two thick fingers into Glenda’s whimpering mouth and began to lewdly pump them in and out over her warm, velvety tongue.
“Suck my fingers, whore!” he ordered harshly. “Show me how good you can suck!”
Glenda obeyed, slurping on his strong, thick digits, wrapping her tongue around them, forbidden delights igniting in her tummy.
“Yeah! I knew you could suck good, cock-tease!” Hank muttered thickly. “You gonna suck something a lot bigger and thicker than my fingers, too, wench! C’mon! Tell me you want to suck my cock and balls! And call me sir, bitch!”
“Y-Yes, sir!” Glenda stammered weakly as he plucked his fingers out of her mouth.
“What do you want, slut?” Hank demanded, slapping her lightly.
“Y-Your cock, sir! P-Please!” Glenda whimpered.
“What about my cock, cunt?” Hank snarled.
He was kneeling beside her, his bull-dick arching in the air at a forty-five degree angle, his hairy nuts dangling above her flushed face. His thick pecker looked gigantic as it jerked proudly up and down in the air, the rosy, mushroom-shaped cap snapping against Hank’s rippling stomach muscles.
“I… I want to suck it, sir!” Glenda moaned.
“Beg for it, whore!” Hank hissed.
“P-Please, sir! PLEASE! Let me suck your cock! I… I want it so badly!” Glenda babbled wildly, her head spinning with confused emotions.
Glenda had never before felt so excited, so shocked, so out of control, so deliciously sexy, in her whole life! Glenda found herself slipping into the role of bound helpless beauty as if it had been made for her, as if finally, suddenly, unexpectedly, she had discovered her true identity…
“Yeah, cunt! You’re gonna worship my big fuckin’ balls and cock! You’re gonna make me squirt my hot stud load right down your wet bitch-throat!” Rigorettino growled thickly.
He straddled her slender shoulders and squatted down, scooping up her head in both hands as he lowered his heavy, meaty testicles right on Glenda’s lovely face. Hank had huge nuts. Baseball-sized and heavy with scum, they were encased in a wrinkly, furry sac.
The powerful heat of his man-crotch flooded her senses as his hefty nuts rolled over her lower face. Blindly, Glenda puckered her lips and stuck out her taster.
She sucked and licked at Hank’s big, greasy nuts, the acrid flavor burning smokily on her hungry, lashing tongue. Hank groaned huskily with savage pleasure as the red-haired slut tongued his musky balls all over.
Glenda wrapped her full, sulky lips around each egg-shaped gonad, slurping on them hungrily, sliding her wet tongue back and forth all along the underside of his scrotum.
“Awwww, y-yeah! Tongue my balls, bitch! Suck those big fuckin’ nuts GOOD!” Hank moaned hoarsely, jacking his bull-sized sex-tool as he rubbed his meaty testicles all over Glenda’s upturned, lapping face.
He squirmed forward, mashing his hard-muscled buttocks down around Glenda’s face. Glenda gave a humiliated gasp as the stud’s sweaty ass cheeks clenched aggressively at the sides of her face. The blasting heat of the drunken guy’s musky ass scalded Glenda’s senses, making her gurgle and shudder with whorish pleasure.
“Come on, slut! Rim my asshole! Lick it clean, you stuck-up twat!” Hank roared, rotating his hips, rubbing his ass all over Glenda’s grimacing, gasping face.
Glenda could hardly breathe. Instinctively, she thrust out her sweet, coral pink tongue. She ran it deftly up and down his deep, slimy ass crevice. The salty, acrid tang of his stud ass seared her mouth, filling the bound beauty with a wretched delight she could not control.
Hungrily, the trussed up red-head lapped and sucked on Hank Rigorettino’s tight, spasming asshole, sliding her taster way up his pungent colon, feeling his sphincter muscle grab aggressively at her probing tongue.
“Aaaaaah! Y-Yeah! Go for it, slut! Lick that butt-hole GOOD!” Hank groaned hoarsely, his pecker jerking in his pumping fingers as he grabbed at Glenda’s tongue with his slimy bunghole.
Dimly, Glenda felt Moose and Bob at work below her waist. Moose was lapping her aching, burning clitoris while he pumped two thick fingers in and out of her dripping gash.
Bob had his black face pushed up between her pillowy buns and was sucking her anus. He pushed his finger way up inside her steamy butt-chute and fucked it in and out, lust seething through his Negroid loins.
Glenda could hardly breathe with Hank’s hard, sweaty ass mashing down brutally on her flushed face. Abruptly, Rigorettino jerked back, straddling her bouncy knockers, clamping his knees around her slender shoulders.
He fisted his horse-sized phallus in one hand. He slid his other hand beneath Glenda’s head and jerked her face towards him. Grinning down at her savagely, the handsome jock slapped his healthy dong roughly against her face, rubbing the dewy, pulpy knob all over her cheeks and lips and chin, smearing her skin with pre-come.
“Kiss my meat, bitch!” Hank ordered gruffly.
Glenda puckered up, obediently smooching his throbbing, corrugated member. She stuck out her tongue, tentatively rolling it other the sticky, pulpy crown of his cock, lapping off a clear bead of moisture, savoring its salty taste.
She hummed sluttishly as she started letting her taster glide up and down the thick, pulsating sides of his manhood, painting it with spit. Hank groaned with bestial satisfaction, his fingers digging cruelly into the back of her neck.
Clenching the root of his bull-tool, Hank roughly shoved the knob of his pecker between Glenda’s moist, parted lips.
“Suck!” he muttered harshly. “Suck my big fuckin’ meat, cunt!”
Glenda shuddered, tears stinging her hazel eyes as she yawned her mouth wide open. She gurgled as Hank thrust his healthy dong deep in her mouth, clamping both hands around her head in a savage, vise-like grip.
His heavy prick spasmed massively on her curled, satiny tongue. She felt it press against the roof of her mouth, sliding back till the dick-head jammed against her tonsils.
Glenda gagged, tears streaming from her eyes as she fought for breath. Hank tightened his grip around her head, grunting thickly as he pushed forward, clenching the muscles of his sweaty, spit-polished ass.
“Swallow it, slut!” he commanded hoarsely. “C’mon! Swallow that whole fuckin’ meat! Deep-throat the fucker! AAAAAAH!”
He bellowed in bestial satisfaction as his huge sex-muscle squelched right down Glenda’s gagging gullet. Glenda’s eyes bulged, her senses reeling, as her nose and “O” shaped lips were mashed into the thick, musky mane of his honey blond pubes. Her rosy mouth slurped blindly at the fat, twitching base of his thick hardon. She felt it jerk mightily in her aching throat.
She was light-headed from lack of air, but wild, almost hysterical shock-waves of intense pleasure and desire were reverberating throughout her trussed up, squirming body. She began to suck.
Her flushed cheeks hollowed as she vacuumed Hank Rigorettino’s healthy whanger. Her licker vibrated and squirmed all around the heavy, twitching shaft. Her hot, deep throat hummed and gurgled around his fat dick-head.
“Awwwww, y-yeah! Milk my fuckin’ DONG, bitch! AAAAAAH!” Hank roared huskily, tossing his handsome head from side to side, twisting his hips as he stirred his meaty member around in Glenda’s choking throat.
Hank’s furry balls nudged Glenda’s chin. His thick pubes tickled her nose. His fingers twisted cruelly in her tangled reddish hair.
Hank slackened his grip and pulled his dick-head out of her coughing throat long enough for Glenda to inhale some oxygen through her nose. Then he pumped right down her gullet once more, grunting with animalistic satisfaction.
Hank began to pump his prick back and forth over Glenda’s warm, velvet-soft tongue, groaning thickly as the bound beauty slurped and gurgled around his lust-thickened bull-tool. Savage heat churned through his healthy balls, setting fire to his blood. His hard-muscled, sleek body glistened with sweat. His testicles smacked rhythmically against Glenda’s chin.
“Yeah, bitch! Suck it! Suck my cock!” Hank snarled roughly. “See, you know you wanted it, slut! Fuckin’ cock-tease! That mouth was made for suckin’, bitch! Now take it! Take it DEEP, you fuckin’ bitch! You’re gonna slurp down my hot stud LOAD!”
Hank shuddered violently, his horse-meat throbbing masterfully in Glenda’s warm, squirming mouth and throat. Glenda was suctioning greedily, little bubbles of saliva frothing at the corners of her widely stretched lips.
Hank uttered a choked sob, his muscles contracting and rippling beneath his sweat-polished flesh. Keen primal rapture scalded his senses with rugged force, exploding through his balls, searing every corner of his big, strong body.
“AWWWWWWWWW!! TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE MY HOT FUCKIN’ SCUM! NNNNNNNGH!” Hank roared, plunging his cock down her throat.
Glenda’s eyes widened and she gave a strangled grunt of sluttish shock as big, hot jets of sperm pumped down her cock-stuffed gullet, hosing into her tummy again and again. Hank jerked his spitting dong back, so that the rosy knob rested on Glenda’s slithering tongue. He pumped the last few hot, thick squirts of his virile seed onto her taster, filling out Glenda’s cheeks.
Glenda mewled whorishly, slurping greedily on his huge cock, savoring the acrid pungency of his potent scum, gulping down the salty rivulets as fast as she could. She milked him dry, trickles of semen running from the corners of her mouth, soaking her cheeks and chin.
Hank groaned thickly, rolling away from him, flopping on his back on the ground and panting hoarsely. He was dizzy and drained from his ball blistering orgasm…
Bob and Moose were all revved up to go. The hairy dark-haired brute and the hulking black stud scrambled up on their knees on either side of dazed, mewling Glenda.
Gripping their over-sized whangers, the outrageously well-hung buddies waved them arrogantly in Glenda’s face. Glenda moaned weakly as Bob and Moose slapped and rubbed their huge prongs all over her face.
They forced her to lick their wrist-thick bull-tools from stem to stem. They shoved their huge, sweaty balls in her mouth. They took turns cramming as much of their peckers down her gagging, aching throat as they could…
“I wanna fuck this bitch’s tight pink cunny, man!” Moose groaned huskily as he slapped his bulbous dick-crown against Glenda’s bruised, moaning lips.
“Yeah, sock it to her, Moose! Show her how you can use that moose-dick of yours!” Bob Smith grinned toothily.
Moose scrambled up between Glenda’s widespread legs, breathing hard. Planting one hand alongside of her waist, he guided his spit-lubricated boner up between her gams.
Glenda whimpered feebly as she felt the fist-like knob of his eleven inch whang prod the wet, puffy lips of her labia. Dull twinges of dark, primal need burned deep in her crotch.
She was trembling uncontrollably. Her bonds chafed the tender skin of her wrists and ankles and swollen breasts. And she was on fire, burning up with seething, womanly passion…
Moose grunted thickly, humping forward with his hairy ass. Glenda’s slippery, buttery snatch slowly strained around his massive member, and he started to slide slowly up inside of her.
Something snapped inside of Glenda. She arched her back and screamed, tossing her thick red hair. The sensations which rippled through her squirming, dick-stuffed cunt were so intense, they were almost excruciating.
“Hey, keep her quiet, man!” Hank panted warningly.
Bob growled, scooping up his discarded jock strap. Grabbing Glenda by the chin, the black buck stuffed his sweat-soaked jock between her teeth, stifling her hysterical squeals of whorish exhilaration.
“Damn! She’s got a tight, hot CUNT, man!” Moose groaned in a husky, lust-thickened voice.
He shuddered as he pumped all eleven inches of his meaty dong up her fuck-sleeve, feeling the hot, slippery clutch of her silken vagina around his throbbing manhood. He wasted no time with foreplay.
The hairy muscle-man began to pound his bull-sized tool in and out of Glenda’s sopping, distended pussy, heaving back till the mushroom fire of his dick-head peeped out, then ramming up to the balls inside her once more. His furry belly clapped and rubbed against her sleek stomach, and Glenda’s huge, tied up knockers whipped up and down and wobbled like swollen water balloons.
Hot slurping sounds came from the point where her gaping pussy lips milked around Moose’s vein-latticed horse-meat. Moose grunted and moaned, grimacing with bestial excitement as he heaved his ass up and down.
“Yeah, bitch! YEAH! Take it! Take my big fuckin’ COCK up your hot pussy! Uh huh! Squeeze it, slut! Awwww, man! AAAWWWW, M-MAN! This bitch’s gonna milk me dry, man! Yeah! Y-YEAH! GET READY, WHORE! HERE IT COMES! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! HERE IT FUCKIN’ COMES! AAAAAAWWWW!!” Moose bellowed savagely, pounding into her with pile-driver force. His huge member crammed deep in her sleek, squirming cuntal glove, punching the far wall of her vagina, stretching it beyond belief. His lust swollen balls clapped up lewdly against her twitching buttocks.
Moose shuddered violently, his eyes rolling as he threw back his head and sank his schlong one last time in her honeyed box. Glenda gave a choked shriek, biting into Bob’s musky jock strap as she felt Moose’s cock go off inside her like a Roman candle.
Hot jets of man-sperm blasted into her belly, pumping again and again from the lusty stud’s bull-sized nuts. Each time he let loose with another molten volley of scum, Moose uttered a hoarse grunt of bestial satisfaction.
The force of the hirsute brute’s ejaculation triggered something inside of Glenda. Frantically, she made muffled squawks, arching her back, milking at his spitting whanger with her hot, spread cunt.
Rockets and flares mushroomed through her loins, racing through her nerve endings, exploding in a molten, blinding shower behind her tear-dazzled eyes. She was coming! Coming gloriously whorishly, wretchedly! Her hot, cock-stuffed pussy gushed with warm, honeyed secretions.
She flopped back, uttering broken sobs, gnashing her teeth around the wadded jock which filled her mouth. She felt Moose pull out of her as the sweaty stud rolled onto his back on the ground with a hoarse moan…
“Now it’s my turn!” Bob Smith snarled, his teeth flashing as he grinned with jungle lust.
The hulking Negro stud flexed his massive muscles, making his foot long pecker jerk masterfully up and down in the air as he towered over the buxom, bound beauty. She stared up at him with wide, frightened eyes, but through the fear, he saw the naked pools of wanton desire which reflected her Bob Smith strode over to one of her legs. Squatting down, he took his switch-blade and sliced through the rope which bound her ankle to the pole. Shuffling over to the other pole, he cut loose her other foot.
Gripping her by the legs, Bob flipped Glenda over on her belly. Her big, aching jugs were crushed painfully against the cement, and the shoestrings twisted cruelly into her tormented, creamy flesh.
Swiftly, Bob moved down to her feet again, pulling them together. Nimbly, he wound a short length of rope around her slender ankles and cinched it tight, tying a strong knot.
Now, poor Glenda Farrell was gagged with her hands tied behind her back, her feet bound together, her trussed up titties mashing cruelly against the ground.
What in the world did that big, mean black man plan to do with her now?
Glenda Farrell was an only child. She lived with her Police Chief father, Rupert, in a small, quaint, wood frame house on Lothario Drive on the outskirts of Potter’s Bluff. Glenda had been spoiled by her parents, and when her mother died, Rupert had been even more indulgent of his precious little princess.
Consequently, Glenda had grown up with a lot of nerve. She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it, and without a great deal of effort.
Things got even better when, in the ninth grade, a physical phenomenon had occurred. Glenda Farrell had sprouted a pair of enormous breasts, almost over night! Her fine, thrusting titties, straining against her clinging pink cashmere sweaters became something of a fixture at Potter’s Bluff High, and scores of horny adolescent boys jerked off dreaming of burying their pimply faces between those stupendous hills of flesh.
As a senior, Glenda was head cheerleader, Vice President of the student body, and the student voted Most Popular, Best Looking, and Most Likely To Succeed.
Glenda liked sex. She’d lost her cherry in the ninth grade and had spread her legs for a lot guys by the time she was eighteen. But she’d quickly learned then if she went steady with one guy for very long, he started getting possessive and cramped her style.
Glenda didn’t like to be told what to do. She enjoyed being a free-wheeling, happy-go-lucky social butterfly with no anchors or restraints. Because of this, she obtained a bit of a reputation for being a heart-breaker and a cock-tease.
Glenda had enrolled for a year at the Madagaskilla County Junior College. She was biding her time before moving east to seek fame and fortune as a model. She’d done some local modeling and quite enjoyed it, and flattered herself that becoming an international sensation was only a matter of time.
She was quite content for the time being to take a light course load at MCJC and frolic happily with her large circle of friends for one more year before seriously pursuing any kind of a career.
One thing she knew for certain. She did not want to just get married and settle down and have a litter of brats and get fat and ugly. The mere thought of such a future was enough to make her shudder in horror.
No, Glenda Farrell was going to be a wild thing, untamed and free, skipping merrily down life’s uneven, sometimes perilous path, unfettered by any silly little restrictions and bothers.
Our story opens one balmy April evening. Glenda Farrell had decided, quite calmly and suddenly, that she was going to dump Hank Rigorettino. He was getting too “heavy”. She’d put up with it for a while, because, after all, he was Hank Rigorettino, absolutely the hottest hunk at MCJC. And she loved parading her captive around in front of her envious girl-friends.
But, really, enough was enough! He wanted to know everything she did when she wasn’t with him, and complained when she broke a date, and he was always trying to get her to suck him off.
Glenda Farrell didn’t like to suck boys off. It was boring and it made her jaw sore. She liked to be fucked, though most of the time even that was pretty ho-hum. Even with Hank Rigorettino…
Glenda glanced at him now. She was sitting next to Hank in his scarlet convertible as they cruised down Pilsner Boulevard. My, he was good-looking!
Hank was nineteen, tall and well-built, with short-cropped straw blond hair, a white-toothed grin, boyishly attractive, even features and a gorgeous tan. Tonight, he wore a tee shirt which clung to the beefy contours of his “V” shaped, hard-muscled torso and a pair of thread-bare blue jeans which hugged his crotch becomingly.
Glenda regarded herself in her compact mirror, and beamed with self-satisfaction. She looked radiant! Her thick, russet red hair flowed in heavy, glossy curls around her slender, alabaster white shoulders, framing the delicately featured oval of her face.
Her almond-shaped, deceptively sleepy eyes were hazel with long, droopy lashes. She had a tiny upturned button of a nose. Her lips were full and sulky and ruby red. She had a cute way of sticking out her lower lip and pouting playfully while she batted her lashes at a guy. It was one of her most powerful weapons.
She had a slender, swan-like neck, and she wore a revealing cornflower blue dress with a plunging neck-line and shoulder straps. A great deal of the full, swollen globes of her breasts was exposed. You could see the pert erections of her nipples quite clearly through the thin, clinging fabric of her dress.
Her long, lithe legs were revealed below the shockingly high hem-like of that skimpy garment. She had a dainty pair of coral pink pumps on her sweet little feet.
Hank had been drinking. His face had that dull, rosy flush which Glenda had become a little too accustomed to. His arm was slung around the back of her seat and he was driving a bit too fast.
“Where are you going?” Glenda asked a little irritably.
“Thought we might cruise down Lothario Lane before I take you home,” Hank said with a sly grin, turning down a dirt road.
“Oh, come on. Hank!” Glenda exclaimed. “I’ve got a splitting head-ache!”
“Yeah? Well, I’ve got a raging hardon!” Hank growled huskily.
He pulled the convertible into the shade under an elegant elm tree and turned towards her. She could hardly see him in the shadows, and she saw that he was fumbling around with something.
He caught hold of her hand and pulled it into his lap. Glenda gave an exclamation as she felt the throbbing heat of his meaty boner against her unwilling fingers.
“Feel how hard I am, baby!” Hank hissed seductively, making his pecker pulsate as he drew her fingers up and down on it. “Yeah! I need some satisfaction, sugar! C’mon! Why don’t you just suck it a LITTLE? I swear to God I won’t come in your mouth!”
“Oh, goodness, Hank, you are so juvenile!” Glenda exclaimed acidly, jerking back her hand. “Put that thing away at once and drive me home! Honestly, sometimes you are the limit!”
She folded her arms and stared out the window, tapping her foot angrily on the floor of the car. Hank shifted on the seat and she heard him take a gulp from his flask of whiskey.
“God! You really are a boozer! I must be crazy to let you drive me around when you’re always drinking like a fish!” Glenda cried.
“Listen, Glenda,” Hank said huskily. “You’re my girl. You should have some respect. Any other girl would be pleased as punch if I wanted to go out with them.”
“RESPECT?!” Glenda shrieked, her hazel eyes flashing. “You arrogant beast! You should kiss the ground I walk on! I’m going places, Hank Rigorettino, and you don’t have any role in my future! Now, you take me home right this minute or I’m walking!”
“Then get out, bitch,” Hank snarled, and there was a dark fury in his voice she had never heard before. “Get the fuck out and don’t ever come around me any more, you stuck-up cock-tease!”
In the midst of her shock and indignation, Glenda felt a tiny flurry of strange excitement at the pit of her belly. No guy had ever dared talk like that to her before! There was something thrilling about it! She was pissed off, of course, but she was secretly delighted that Hank Rigorettino had shown her that he had balls, after all!
“Well! You don’t have to be such a rude thing!” Glenda said huffily, tossing her hair.
“Listen, bitch,” Hank said roughly. “I’ve put up with just about enough shit from you. You got two choices. Get down and suck my schlong or get your ass out of my car. Make up your mind, because I don’t have any time to waste.”
“Fuck you, Hank Rigorettino!” Glenda shrieked, seeing red.
Angrily, she banged open the car door and leaped out, running down the road towards town, her large knockers jiggling and bouncing enticingly. Her face was flushed, and in her anger, Glenda Farrell looked absolutely ravishing!
She wandered down Hart Street, sulky and a little forlorn. She felt a little stab of regret. There was probably no hope for a reconciliation with Hank now. Both of them were too proud to apologize for their behavior. And she recalled that little surge of excitement which had welled upon within her when Hank started treating her like dirt.
My goodness, Glenda Farrell! she thought impatiently. You must be nutty or something! Hank Rigorettino can just go to the devil!
She went into Cuccarelll’s Soda Shoppe on the corner of Hart and Dalmatian, and chatted with a few acquaintances as she sipped a chocolate milkshake. She saw that it was getting late, and decided to hail and taxi and go home.
Glenda wandered down Dalmatian Street, lost in thought. She began dreaming of going to New York and making it big as a model! Boy, wouldn’t that be grand! She could see her pouty, disdainful face gracing the covers of Vogue and Cosmopolitan! She could hear herself discussing her meteoric career with David Letterman and Oprah Winfrey. She even saw herself, in a glowing, not-so-distant future, accepting an Oscar for her spectacular performance in her first film, opposite Harrison Ford…
So caught up was Glenda Farrell in her fairy tale future that she didn’t see the scarlet convertible cruise down the street, slowing down as it came up alongside of her. Hank Rigorettino was behind the wheel. But he was not alone. He had two companions. And they were all three drunk to the gills…
After Glenda had so abruptly departed, Hank Rigorettino had gotten madder and madder. No chick had ever treated him like that before! He had been dazzled by Glenda, though she had always irritated him. She was sort of a status symbol in Potter’s Bluff. He felt proud to be associated with the hottest chick around. But the fact was, Glenda Farrell was a terrible cock-tease, a little, stuck-up bitch who treated a fellow as if he were a turd.
And Hank Rigorettino thought a lot of Hank Rigorettino… Damn, he was sharp! What the hell was he doing tagging along like a dumb dog after that no good slut? She should have been grateful for every blessed moment he gave her!
These and other thoughts kept building and growing in his liquor-clouded mind that evening. He drove down to Alfalfa Circle and stopped off at Neptune’s Trident, a local bar he and the guys often frequented.
Two of his best buddies happened to be at the Trident that evening. When he was with his buddies, Hank got even cockier and brasher. A few drinks with William “Moose” Northrop and Bob Smith, and Hank was savagely and loudly attacking the character of his former sweetheart…
“Can you believe that dumb twat, man?” Hank groused in a husky, slurred voice. “She wiggles those big fuckin’ tits at you and then won’t even give you head! Fuckin’ CUNT!”
“You shoulda knocked her silly, man!” Moose Northrop rumbled, taking a big gulp of Pabst Blue Ribbon. “Gotta teach them bitches their place! Sally Tuckerdorf tried some shit on me, I whopped her upside the head, fucked her real good, and she was ready to lick my ass! That’s what they all want, fuckin’ whores.”
“You got that right, buddy!” Bob Smith boomed, nodding energetically. “Gals like a guy to show ‘em whose boss. Slut gets outta line, you rough her up a little, put her in her place, and, hell, she’s eatin’ outta your hand like some dumb deer or something!”
The three macho buddies laughed raucously and rather savagely and ordered another round of drinks. They were getting pretty soused.
Moose and Bob were big, ornery guys. Along with Hank, they were all members of the football team at MCJC.
Moose Northrop was twenty, a big, beefy brute of a guy. Six foot two, two hundred and forty pounds of solid muscle, he was the type of guy you like to have on your side.
He had a strong, squarish head with a shock of thick brown hair and smoldering brown eyes. His nose was flattened and a little crooked from a past brawl. He had a thin, cruel, leering mouth. His neck was thick as a bull’s.
He wore a beige Lactose shirt which bulged around his powerful torso muscles. Thick whorls of dark hair foamed over the neck-line of his shirt. His massive thighs seemed ready to split the seams of his black cords, and his basket was gargantuan. One glance at that meaty basket, and you knew in an instant how big Moose Northrop got his nickname.
Moose was big, but Bob Smith was even bigger. Bob Smith was big, bad and black. He was a hulking brute of a guy. Towering six feet four inches in his stockinged feet and tipping the scales at two hundred and seventy pounds, big Bob Smith was crudely handsome, with thick, Nubian features, full, sensuous lips and short-cropped kinky brown hair.
His biceps were like bowling balls sliced in two. His arms were almost simian, they were so long. His hands were huge as hams.
His chest was magnificent. His pectorals were huge, jutting slabs of muscle, framed by lats which stood away from his body like boomerangs. His body tapered dramatically to a slim waist and a rippling, washboard belly.
Tonight, he wore a tank top tee shirt, baring his huge arms and tracing the beefy musculature of his cobra-like chest. His tight jeans seemed ready to burst around a heavy, impossibly long bulge which inched down his leg almost to the knee.
“Well, fuck this shit, man!” Hank bellowed drunkenly, clapping his pals on the back. “Let’s blow this joint!”
“Yeah!” thundered Moose, grinning toothily. “Let’s go cruisin’, man!”
“Let’s find ourselves some foxy fuckin’ chicks!” Bob hollered jovially.
The three beefy buddies lurched out of the bar and piled into Rigorettino’s snazzy red car. They went tooling down the streets of Potter’s Bluff, whistling and howling at every girl they passed.
“Hey, Hank!” Moose said huskily, leaning forward, his eyes glinting. “Check out who’s walking down the street!”
Moose and Bob were in the back seat, leaning out the windows to holler at passersby. A couple of six packs were strewn on the front passenger seat.
Hank followed Moose’s pointing finger and his face twitched, a dark, savage gleam storming through his baby blues. An ugly grin stretched across his boyishly attractive face.
“Well, well, well!” Hank chuckled nastily. “Look who’s cruisin’ the streets like a fuckin’ cat in heat!”
He slowed down the car till it came purring up alongside of Glenda Farrell. The fact that Glenda looked positively spectacular in the neon glow of street signs seemed to add to the primal, savage heat which flowed through the drunken threesome.
“You didn’t tell me I had to pay for it, slut!” Hank called raucously, leaning out the window. “If I’d known that, I might have doled out a coupla bucks!”
Glenda frowned, turning to cast a cool look at the loathsome creatures she suddenly realized were ogling her. She gave a sharp exclamation when she saw who it was.
“Hank Rigorettino, you just leave me alone!” she cried with a saucy toss of her hair. “Can’t you act your age?”
“Thinks she’s hot shit or something!” Moose Northrop growled huskily, leering at her tits.
“I think the bitch needs to be taught a little lesson,” Hank drawled. “What do you think, buddies?”
“Oh, pooh, you boys are tres gauche!” Glenda grimaced, turning to walk back from whence she had come.
She still thought they were just horsing around, as inebriated lads will. Little did she know what the evening had in store for her…
“Get her, guys!” Hank hissed, his voice low and husky with sadistic excitement. “Let’s take her somewhere and give her a good working over!”
Moose and Bob exchanged greedy glances, licking their lips.
“You sure about this, man?” Bob said slowly.
“Get her, I said!” Hank thundered.
The car doors swung open and two muscle-bound brutes sprang out, like pouncing jungle animals. As Glenda prepared to cross the street and hail a cab, powerful hands grabbed her on both sides. She uttered a startled cry as she was bodily lifted in the air and carried roughly over to Hank Rigorettino’s car.
“L-Let me GO! What are you DOING?!” Glenda gasped in shock, trying to struggle.
She grunted as she was forced roughly into the back seat of the convertible, sandwiched between Bob Smith and Moose Northrop. Hank stepped on the accelerator and the car went screeching off down the road like a bat out of hell.
“Hank! Stop this car this minute!” Glenda cried, leaning forward. “Hank! You’re drunk! Please! Let me out of here!”
Her voice was starting to tremble a little as tingles of trepidation crept through her veins. Her heart was starting to hammer rapidly. There was a seething aura of primitive masculine lust in the car which overwhelmed her. She felt, for a wild moment, like a rabbit cornered by hungry, slavering wolves…
“HANK!” Glenda shrieked hysterically. “STOP THE CAR! I’ll scream! I’ll… I’ll tell the police! You’ve gone too far!”
“No, bitch! You’ve gone too far!” Hank snarled savagely over his shoulder. “Clam the cow up, boys! We wanna fuck her, not listen to her!”
“Oh, my GOD! You’re not going to… MMMFFFGGGH!!” Glenda started to babble, but her words were suddenly stifled as Bob Smith clamped a huge black paw over her lower face.
Grinning drunkenly, Moose Northrop pulled off one of his smelly, sweaty socks. Bob Smith forced the squealing, struggling girl’s jaws open and his buddy crammed the cruddy sock roughly in her mouth, securely gagging her.
“Don’t move, bitch, or you’re gonna get your pretty face smacked up!” Moose snarled hoarsely, and from the look in his narrowed brown eyes, Glenda knew this was no idle threat.
She gurgled and whimpered gagging on the sock which filled her mouth, trembling as she sat there, a prisoner of three muscle bound, drunken studs. Through the haze of fear which clouded her senses, Glenda Farrell was starting to feel again that little thrill of forbidden excitement. It crept up her body, spreading from her moist loins to her tits to her brain, setting her nerve endings on fire…
“Bring her over here, guys!” Hank Rigorettino hollered, gesturing with his hand as Moose and Bob hauled the struggling red-head out of the car.
Hank had parked in an empty lot next to an abandoned warehouse. The cool glare of a flickering lamp illuminated the expanse of crumbling concrete and rusty metal.
Hank had found some old, dirty coils of thick hemp rope on the ground. He had the rope in his big hands, a wicked grin on his flushed face, and a bulge in his pants as Moose and Bob roughly shoved Glenda forward.
Glenda groaned falling to her knees on the ground in front of her enraged boyfriend. Her head was spinning. She could hardly breathe with that disgusting sock in her mouth.
She gurgled feebly as Moose dragged her arms behind her back. Hank stooped down and swiftly lashed her wrists together, cinching the rope tight. Glenda’s eyes snapped open and she felt a wild surge of mingled fear and excitement. She was being bound!
Helplessness filled her like a strange, frightening drug. God! What would these horrible brutes do to her? She was utterly defenseless! And her pussy was throbbing wetly in her tight pink panties…
She felt dizzy, paralyzed, suspended in a giddy, terrifying void. Dimly, she felt strong hands pull her legs apart. Dimly, she felt ropes being tied to her ankles, securing her dainty little feet to iron poles in the cement.
Her hands were tied painfully behind her back. Her spread-eagled legs were tied tightly to iron poles. Her mouth was stuffed full with Moose’s sweaty sock… Wildly, Glenda Farrell swung her frightened hazel eyes from one brute to the other, pleading with them wordlessly, making little choked whimpering sounds.
“Bob, get out your blade and cut the clothes off the bitch!” Hank ordered huskily.
Bob grinned. It was not a pleasant grin, twisting his dark features grotesquely, displaying big, greedy white teeth.
The muscular Negro whipped out his switchblade, and it gleamed malevolently in the air as he straddled the terrified girl and slid the knife into her cleavage, between the dress and her skin. He ripped upward, and the blade neatly slit through her thin dress, slicing slowly downward. A few more well-placed strokes of the knife, and the dress came away in blue shreds.
“Look at those big fucking tits, man!” Moose Northrop growled hoarsely, rubbing his crotch. “Damn! Gets me real hot!”
Glenda’s full, creamy boobs swayed lusciously in the light as the bound beauty squirmed and whimpered fearfully. Her tits were enormous, firm yet bouncy, with sand dollar sized nipples rosy as cherries.
Bob Smith was panting hoarsely as he crawled between Glenda’s splayed gams. Glenda’s pink, frilly panties formed a sexy triangle, cupping the moist hill of her sweet twat.
She shuddered as Bob sliced her panties right off of her. Yet she also felt a degenerate thrill as she lay there, naked and bound, at the mercy of those animalistic studs.
“How does that feel, bitch?” Hank Rigorettino drawled jeeringly as he straddled Glenda’s prone body, his feet planted on the cement on either side of her waist. “You ain’t gonna do much jabbering and fussing now, slut! You’re gonna learn your place, baby!”
He squatted, rapidly untying his shoelaces, drawing them out. There was a peculiar gleam in Hank’s blue eyes which Glenda did not particularly like.
He grinned at her, snapping one of the laces in the air before her frightened hazel eyes. He wrapped the lace around one of her swelling boobs and began to cinch it, drawing it tighter and tighter around the pillowy globe of flesh.
Glenda gurgled and wriggled feebly as pain shot through her jutting titty. She knew her trials and tribulations had just begun…
Even though she was scared shitless, Glenda Farrell was burning up with erotic heat. The blood pounding through her veins seemed charged with electricity. Desire, helpless and wild, seared and tingled between her legs.
She lay there, on an uncomfortable bed of cement, in a deserted lot, completely at the mercy of three brutal drunken animals. The ropes binding her wrists together and clamping her ankles to steel posts were tight, chafing her tender skin painfully.
Hank Rigorettino’s shoelaces were cinched savagely around her torpedo-like knockers, biting harshly into the resilient globes, making them bloat outward like water balloons almost ready to explode. But this tit-bondage inspired pleasure as well as pain. Dark, primitive pleasure which scorched her nipples, making them pucker and bloat, sticking away from her knockers like tiny peckers.
“OK, guys, let’s go for it!” Hank panted huskily as they stared down at the helplessly roped red-head.
Hank, Moose and Bob began to strip, tearing off their shirts and shoes and trousers, grunting with bestial impatience. In a few moments, they towered above Glenda, buck naked, surrounding her, looming like sensual monsters before her startled hazel eyes.
Hank nodded mutely to his king-sized buddies, and Moose and Bob dropped to the ground, panting hoarsely. They were big sons of bitches, big everywhere.
Moose’s beefy, hulking physique was covered with thick ringlets of dark hair. His enormous ramrod jerked arrogantly in mid-air, eleven inches of wrist-thick flesh and gristle, leaking a clear bead of pre-come.
Bob’s hard-muscled, six foot four, two hundred and seventy pound bod was black as ebony, gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat like polished lacquer. His bull-meat was a solid twelve inches long and just as fat as Moose’s.
Bob and Moose stooped down on either side of Glenda. She felt their hot, boozy breath on her aching, trussed-up knockers.
Glenda whimpered, half-closing her eyes as Moose and Bob wrapped their hungry, suctioning lips around her sensitized nubbins, slurping and mouthing at them greedily. Their hot slobber drooled down the quivering peaks of her lily white titties, making them sparkle.
Moose and Bob rolled their wet tasters all over the pebbly halos of Glenda’s nips, then flicked at the sprouting tips, tantalizing them sensually. In spite of herself, Glenda felt molten rapture spill through her throbbing nipples, charging her huge breasts with steamy sensation which set fire to her tingling loins.
“Work those big fuckin’ tits!” Hank Rigorettino panted hoarsely, stroking his horse-tool as he watched Bob and Moose slurp on Glenda’s large mammaries. “Give the slut something to squawk about! Chew ‘em! Slurp em!”
Glenda uttered a strangled screech, her eyes snapping wide open as Bob and Moose clamped their strong jaws together, digging their teeth into the pliant flesh of her swollen tits. The big dudes growled animalistically as they bit and worried her throbbing nubs, dragging them away from her body and letting them snap back like elastic.
Mingled flurries of pain and exquisite pleasure twined and strobed through Glenda’s upper body. She arched her back, thrashing feebly, tears staining her cheeks as the brawny studs mercilessly worked on her jiggling jugs.
Both dudes ran their hands down her smooth, sleek belly and fingered the bloated, coral pink mound of her wet snatch. Glenda had a beautiful pussy. Very softly dusted with golden peach fuzz, her cunny was pink and pretty, moist and succulent, with a tiny, quivering cut and a hot, tight fuck-hole.
Bob and Moose rubbed their thick, calloused fingers all over the tender petals of her hot mons, plucking and twisting at them a little roughly, their thumbs scraping over her sensitized love bud, sending blistering darts of almost unbearable ecstasy through Glenda’s body.
She bucked and twisted, her bonds cutting into her tender flesh as helpless waves of sensation engulfed the buxom red-head time and time again. She groaned feebly as Bob pumped a long, black finger in and out of her squirming, oven-hot cunt hole, twisting it around inside her.
Moose worked a finger in her vagina too, and the muscular guys started frigging her spread twat simultaneously, testing the elasticity of her quivering, dripping snatch.
Moose let her ripe boob pop out of his mouth. Deep tooth marks indented the aching white flesh surrounding her erect nipple. The hairy stud scrambled up between her spread legs.
Crouching down, Moose greedily stared at her pink, spread pussy up close. The juicy cunny lips were quivering with girlish excitement. He loved the sweet perfume of her over-heated sex. It made his mouth water and his tummy tighten with savage heat.
Growling, Moose clamped his mouth greedily around her moist twat, suckling it lasciviously, sliding his licker up and down her molten gash. Glenda screamed through the sock gag and arched her back as electric jolts of pleasure scorched her tongue-tortured pussy.
She tossed her mane of russet red hair as Moose’s long, drooling taster snaked up deeply inside her and wiggled around. Moose poked his tongue rapidly in and out of Glenda’s fuck hole, masturbating his horse-sized dong as he lapped up her cunny juices.
Bob Smith continued to maul, pinch, twist, suck, lick and chew her swollen boobies, turning them into burning hills of angry sensation.
Hank Rigorettino watched this hot action greedily, stroking his sex-thickened tool, lust burning like fistfuls of red hot coals in his huge, sweaty balls.
With a low grunt, Hank sprang into action, his heart pounding with sadistic excitement as he crouched beside Glenda. He pulled the spit-soaked sock out off her mouth, and the red-haired beauty gasped and moaned out loud, looking up at him with enormous, helpless hazel eyes.
“What you got to say to me, bitch?” Hank snarled, grinning maliciously.
“I’ll… I’ll do anything you want! Anything!” Glenda croaked weakly.
Hank slapped her cheek, making it smart, bringing hot tears to her eyes and making her pussy squirm around Moose’s wiggling tongue.
Hank thrust two thick fingers into Glenda’s whimpering mouth and began to lewdly pump them in and out over her warm, velvety tongue.
“Suck my fingers, whore!” he ordered harshly. “Show me how good you can suck!”
Glenda obeyed, slurping on his strong, thick digits, wrapping her tongue around them, forbidden delights igniting in her tummy.
“Yeah! I knew you could suck good, cock-tease!” Hank muttered thickly. “You gonna suck something a lot bigger and thicker than my fingers, too, wench! C’mon! Tell me you want to suck my cock and balls! And call me sir, bitch!”
“Y-Yes, sir!” Glenda stammered weakly as he plucked his fingers out of her mouth.
“What do you want, slut?” Hank demanded, slapping her lightly.
“Y-Your cock, sir! P-Please!” Glenda whimpered.
“What about my cock, cunt?” Hank snarled.
He was kneeling beside her, his bull-dick arching in the air at a forty-five degree angle, his hairy nuts dangling above her flushed face. His thick pecker looked gigantic as it jerked proudly up and down in the air, the rosy, mushroom-shaped cap snapping against Hank’s rippling stomach muscles.
“I… I want to suck it, sir!” Glenda moaned.
“Beg for it, whore!” Hank hissed.
“P-Please, sir! PLEASE! Let me suck your cock! I… I want it so badly!” Glenda babbled wildly, her head spinning with confused emotions.
Glenda had never before felt so excited, so shocked, so out of control, so deliciously sexy, in her whole life! Glenda found herself slipping into the role of bound helpless beauty as if it had been made for her, as if finally, suddenly, unexpectedly, she had discovered her true identity…
“Yeah, cunt! You’re gonna worship my big fuckin’ balls and cock! You’re gonna make me squirt my hot stud load right down your wet bitch-throat!” Rigorettino growled thickly.
He straddled her slender shoulders and squatted down, scooping up her head in both hands as he lowered his heavy, meaty testicles right on Glenda’s lovely face. Hank had huge nuts. Baseball-sized and heavy with scum, they were encased in a wrinkly, furry sac.
The powerful heat of his man-crotch flooded her senses as his hefty nuts rolled over her lower face. Blindly, Glenda puckered her lips and stuck out her taster.
She sucked and licked at Hank’s big, greasy nuts, the acrid flavor burning smokily on her hungry, lashing tongue. Hank groaned huskily with savage pleasure as the red-haired slut tongued his musky balls all over.
Glenda wrapped her full, sulky lips around each egg-shaped gonad, slurping on them hungrily, sliding her wet tongue back and forth all along the underside of his scrotum.
“Awwww, y-yeah! Tongue my balls, bitch! Suck those big fuckin’ nuts GOOD!” Hank moaned hoarsely, jacking his bull-sized sex-tool as he rubbed his meaty testicles all over Glenda’s upturned, lapping face.
He squirmed forward, mashing his hard-muscled buttocks down around Glenda’s face. Glenda gave a humiliated gasp as the stud’s sweaty ass cheeks clenched aggressively at the sides of her face. The blasting heat of the drunken guy’s musky ass scalded Glenda’s senses, making her gurgle and shudder with whorish pleasure.
“Come on, slut! Rim my asshole! Lick it clean, you stuck-up twat!” Hank roared, rotating his hips, rubbing his ass all over Glenda’s grimacing, gasping face.
Glenda could hardly breathe. Instinctively, she thrust out her sweet, coral pink tongue. She ran it deftly up and down his deep, slimy ass crevice. The salty, acrid tang of his stud ass seared her mouth, filling the bound beauty with a wretched delight she could not control.
Hungrily, the trussed up red-head lapped and sucked on Hank Rigorettino’s tight, spasming asshole, sliding her taster way up his pungent colon, feeling his sphincter muscle grab aggressively at her probing tongue.
“Aaaaaah! Y-Yeah! Go for it, slut! Lick that butt-hole GOOD!” Hank groaned hoarsely, his pecker jerking in his pumping fingers as he grabbed at Glenda’s tongue with his slimy bunghole.
Dimly, Glenda felt Moose and Bob at work below her waist. Moose was lapping her aching, burning clitoris while he pumped two thick fingers in and out of her dripping gash.
Bob had his black face pushed up between her pillowy buns and was sucking her anus. He pushed his finger way up inside her steamy butt-chute and fucked it in and out, lust seething through his Negroid loins.
Glenda could hardly breathe with Hank’s hard, sweaty ass mashing down brutally on her flushed face. Abruptly, Rigorettino jerked back, straddling her bouncy knockers, clamping his knees around her slender shoulders.
He fisted his horse-sized phallus in one hand. He slid his other hand beneath Glenda’s head and jerked her face towards him. Grinning down at her savagely, the handsome jock slapped his healthy dong roughly against her face, rubbing the dewy, pulpy knob all over her cheeks and lips and chin, smearing her skin with pre-come.
“Kiss my meat, bitch!” Hank ordered gruffly.
Glenda puckered up, obediently smooching his throbbing, corrugated member. She stuck out her tongue, tentatively rolling it other the sticky, pulpy crown of his cock, lapping off a clear bead of moisture, savoring its salty taste.
She hummed sluttishly as she started letting her taster glide up and down the thick, pulsating sides of his manhood, painting it with spit. Hank groaned with bestial satisfaction, his fingers digging cruelly into the back of her neck.
Clenching the root of his bull-tool, Hank roughly shoved the knob of his pecker between Glenda’s moist, parted lips.
“Suck!” he muttered harshly. “Suck my big fuckin’ meat, cunt!”
Glenda shuddered, tears stinging her hazel eyes as she yawned her mouth wide open. She gurgled as Hank thrust his healthy dong deep in her mouth, clamping both hands around her head in a savage, vise-like grip.
His heavy prick spasmed massively on her curled, satiny tongue. She felt it press against the roof of her mouth, sliding back till the dick-head jammed against her tonsils.
Glenda gagged, tears streaming from her eyes as she fought for breath. Hank tightened his grip around her head, grunting thickly as he pushed forward, clenching the muscles of his sweaty, spit-polished ass.
“Swallow it, slut!” he commanded hoarsely. “C’mon! Swallow that whole fuckin’ meat! Deep-throat the fucker! AAAAAAH!”
He bellowed in bestial satisfaction as his huge sex-muscle squelched right down Glenda’s gagging gullet. Glenda’s eyes bulged, her senses reeling, as her nose and “O” shaped lips were mashed into the thick, musky mane of his honey blond pubes. Her rosy mouth slurped blindly at the fat, twitching base of his thick hardon. She felt it jerk mightily in her aching throat.
She was light-headed from lack of air, but wild, almost hysterical shock-waves of intense pleasure and desire were reverberating throughout her trussed up, squirming body. She began to suck.
Her flushed cheeks hollowed as she vacuumed Hank Rigorettino’s healthy whanger. Her licker vibrated and squirmed all around the heavy, twitching shaft. Her hot, deep throat hummed and gurgled around his fat dick-head.
“Awwwww, y-yeah! Milk my fuckin’ DONG, bitch! AAAAAAH!” Hank roared huskily, tossing his handsome head from side to side, twisting his hips as he stirred his meaty member around in Glenda’s choking throat.
Hank’s furry balls nudged Glenda’s chin. His thick pubes tickled her nose. His fingers twisted cruelly in her tangled reddish hair.
Hank slackened his grip and pulled his dick-head out of her coughing throat long enough for Glenda to inhale some oxygen through her nose. Then he pumped right down her gullet once more, grunting with animalistic satisfaction.
Hank began to pump his prick back and forth over Glenda’s warm, velvet-soft tongue, groaning thickly as the bound beauty slurped and gurgled around his lust-thickened bull-tool. Savage heat churned through his healthy balls, setting fire to his blood. His hard-muscled, sleek body glistened with sweat. His testicles smacked rhythmically against Glenda’s chin.
“Yeah, bitch! Suck it! Suck my cock!” Hank snarled roughly. “See, you know you wanted it, slut! Fuckin’ cock-tease! That mouth was made for suckin’, bitch! Now take it! Take it DEEP, you fuckin’ bitch! You’re gonna slurp down my hot stud LOAD!”
Hank shuddered violently, his horse-meat throbbing masterfully in Glenda’s warm, squirming mouth and throat. Glenda was suctioning greedily, little bubbles of saliva frothing at the corners of her widely stretched lips.
Hank uttered a choked sob, his muscles contracting and rippling beneath his sweat-polished flesh. Keen primal rapture scalded his senses with rugged force, exploding through his balls, searing every corner of his big, strong body.
“AWWWWWWWWW!! TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE MY HOT FUCKIN’ SCUM! NNNNNNNGH!” Hank roared, plunging his cock down her throat.
Glenda’s eyes widened and she gave a strangled grunt of sluttish shock as big, hot jets of sperm pumped down her cock-stuffed gullet, hosing into her tummy again and again. Hank jerked his spitting dong back, so that the rosy knob rested on Glenda’s slithering tongue. He pumped the last few hot, thick squirts of his virile seed onto her taster, filling out Glenda’s cheeks.
Glenda mewled whorishly, slurping greedily on his huge cock, savoring the acrid pungency of his potent scum, gulping down the salty rivulets as fast as she could. She milked him dry, trickles of semen running from the corners of her mouth, soaking her cheeks and chin.
Hank groaned thickly, rolling away from him, flopping on his back on the ground and panting hoarsely. He was dizzy and drained from his ball blistering orgasm…
Bob and Moose were all revved up to go. The hairy dark-haired brute and the hulking black stud scrambled up on their knees on either side of dazed, mewling Glenda.
Gripping their over-sized whangers, the outrageously well-hung buddies waved them arrogantly in Glenda’s face. Glenda moaned weakly as Bob and Moose slapped and rubbed their huge prongs all over her face.
They forced her to lick their wrist-thick bull-tools from stem to stem. They shoved their huge, sweaty balls in her mouth. They took turns cramming as much of their peckers down her gagging, aching throat as they could…
“I wanna fuck this bitch’s tight pink cunny, man!” Moose groaned huskily as he slapped his bulbous dick-crown against Glenda’s bruised, moaning lips.
“Yeah, sock it to her, Moose! Show her how you can use that moose-dick of yours!” Bob Smith grinned toothily.
Moose scrambled up between Glenda’s widespread legs, breathing hard. Planting one hand alongside of her waist, he guided his spit-lubricated boner up between her gams.
Glenda whimpered feebly as she felt the fist-like knob of his eleven inch whang prod the wet, puffy lips of her labia. Dull twinges of dark, primal need burned deep in her crotch.
She was trembling uncontrollably. Her bonds chafed the tender skin of her wrists and ankles and swollen breasts. And she was on fire, burning up with seething, womanly passion…
Moose grunted thickly, humping forward with his hairy ass. Glenda’s slippery, buttery snatch slowly strained around his massive member, and he started to slide slowly up inside of her.
Something snapped inside of Glenda. She arched her back and screamed, tossing her thick red hair. The sensations which rippled through her squirming, dick-stuffed cunt were so intense, they were almost excruciating.
“Hey, keep her quiet, man!” Hank panted warningly.
Bob growled, scooping up his discarded jock strap. Grabbing Glenda by the chin, the black buck stuffed his sweat-soaked jock between her teeth, stifling her hysterical squeals of whorish exhilaration.
“Damn! She’s got a tight, hot CUNT, man!” Moose groaned in a husky, lust-thickened voice.
He shuddered as he pumped all eleven inches of his meaty dong up her fuck-sleeve, feeling the hot, slippery clutch of her silken vagina around his throbbing manhood. He wasted no time with foreplay.
The hairy muscle-man began to pound his bull-sized tool in and out of Glenda’s sopping, distended pussy, heaving back till the mushroom fire of his dick-head peeped out, then ramming up to the balls inside her once more. His furry belly clapped and rubbed against her sleek stomach, and Glenda’s huge, tied up knockers whipped up and down and wobbled like swollen water balloons.
Hot slurping sounds came from the point where her gaping pussy lips milked around Moose’s vein-latticed horse-meat. Moose grunted and moaned, grimacing with bestial excitement as he heaved his ass up and down.
“Yeah, bitch! YEAH! Take it! Take my big fuckin’ COCK up your hot pussy! Uh huh! Squeeze it, slut! Awwww, man! AAAWWWW, M-MAN! This bitch’s gonna milk me dry, man! Yeah! Y-YEAH! GET READY, WHORE! HERE IT COMES! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! HERE IT FUCKIN’ COMES! AAAAAAWWWW!!” Moose bellowed savagely, pounding into her with pile-driver force. His huge member crammed deep in her sleek, squirming cuntal glove, punching the far wall of her vagina, stretching it beyond belief. His lust swollen balls clapped up lewdly against her twitching buttocks.
Moose shuddered violently, his eyes rolling as he threw back his head and sank his schlong one last time in her honeyed box. Glenda gave a choked shriek, biting into Bob’s musky jock strap as she felt Moose’s cock go off inside her like a Roman candle.
Hot jets of man-sperm blasted into her belly, pumping again and again from the lusty stud’s bull-sized nuts. Each time he let loose with another molten volley of scum, Moose uttered a hoarse grunt of bestial satisfaction.
The force of the hirsute brute’s ejaculation triggered something inside of Glenda. Frantically, she made muffled squawks, arching her back, milking at his spitting whanger with her hot, spread cunt.
Rockets and flares mushroomed through her loins, racing through her nerve endings, exploding in a molten, blinding shower behind her tear-dazzled eyes. She was coming! Coming gloriously whorishly, wretchedly! Her hot, cock-stuffed pussy gushed with warm, honeyed secretions.
She flopped back, uttering broken sobs, gnashing her teeth around the wadded jock which filled her mouth. She felt Moose pull out of her as the sweaty stud rolled onto his back on the ground with a hoarse moan…
“Now it’s my turn!” Bob Smith snarled, his teeth flashing as he grinned with jungle lust.
The hulking Negro stud flexed his massive muscles, making his foot long pecker jerk masterfully up and down in the air as he towered over the buxom, bound beauty. She stared up at him with wide, frightened eyes, but through the fear, he saw the naked pools of wanton desire which reflected her Bob Smith strode over to one of her legs. Squatting down, he took his switch-blade and sliced through the rope which bound her ankle to the pole. Shuffling over to the other pole, he cut loose her other foot.
Gripping her by the legs, Bob flipped Glenda over on her belly. Her big, aching jugs were crushed painfully against the cement, and the shoestrings twisted cruelly into her tormented, creamy flesh.
Swiftly, Bob moved down to her feet again, pulling them together. Nimbly, he wound a short length of rope around her slender ankles and cinched it tight, tying a strong knot.
Now, poor Glenda Farrell was gagged with her hands tied behind her back, her feet bound together, her trussed up titties mashing cruelly against the ground.
What in the world did that big, mean black man plan to do with her now?
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