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

"No," she whispered between clenched teeth. She couldn't do it. Nothing could be worse than having to lick her own shit off Pete's filthy, bloody cock. "I won't let you. I won't. You can do anything with me you want to, but not that. Please not that."

"Okay," Pete said with an easy grin. "Give her another drink, Grady. Shit, the sexy little slut's had a pretty hard night. She deserves it."

Grady uncapped a bottle of rum this time, and poked it between Lynda's lips. She didn't want to drink anymore, but she guzzled the booze as it flowed into her mouth. Grady made her drink almost half the bottle, and when he pulled it away, Lynda's head was swimming. And before she could close her lips Pete had pushed his cock deep into her mouth.

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

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