The tiny mouth of Lynda's shit-chute was spread obscenely wide around the bulging head of Pete's cock. The pink ring of her asshole was spread rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A tiny trickle of blood ran down from the over-stretched pore and ran down the velvety crack of Lynda's ass.

"Hurts real good, doesn'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 gobble every fucking inch!"

Those were the last words Lynda heard before she passed out from the pain and the shock of the tearing penetration. The last thing she felt was inch after inch of Pete's enormous cock fucking its way deep into her bowels. Her tiny shit-chute stretched and tore, the tight rings of muscle pulled loose by the unnatural intrusion of Pete's wrist-thick prick. It was when Pete's balls slapped up into the crack of Lynda's ass that she passed out completely, her big blue eyes rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the luscious landlady. They let her stay out a few minutes this time, joking over the way that Pete was battering her limp, sultry body. Pete fucked her unconscious body as savagely as he could, pounding his cock into her ravaged asshole until his cock was soaked with her blood. When Pete was almost ready to cum, he had Grady open another 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 lips as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a miserable little baby as she sucked down the whiskey Grady was pouring into her mouth. The sight of her lush lips wrapped around the liquor bottle turned on one of the men so much that he stepped in close and sprayed his burning hot jism all over her big, soft tits.