Blake Garfield - Lashed and licked landlady

Donna Fairchild recognized the truck that ran her off the road. It belonged to the Wiederbold brothers, the guys she had just served with an eviction notice. All four of the brothers were on board, and the gorgeous blonde's heart beat fast with fear as she desperately tried to keep her expensive car from hitting their awful black truck. She grimaced as she skidded to a stop. What the hell did these creeps think they were doing, running her off into a ditch? She was going to put the damned idiots in their place, and then she was going to see that they got into a lot of trouble. Donna started yelling the moment she jumped from her car.

The first word never made it out of her mouth. Gary Wiederbold, the oldest of the four brothers, was already waiting for her, a thin, evil smile on his face. He slapped her hard as she opened her mouth.

"Bitch," he said quietly, backhanding her hard enough to make her knees buckle. "You lousy, stuck-up, sexy bitch. You're going to learn not to fuck with the Wiederbold."

Donna opened her mouth to scream but Gary slapped her again. This time a thin trickle of blood dripped from the corner of her lush, red lips. Then, before Donna was fully aware of what was happening, he pulled off his belt and hit her with it. Donna screeched in pain as the biting leather cut through her skirt to sting her ass and thighs. Gary slapped her again to shut her up, then grabbed the collar of her blouse and ripped it to pieces.

Donna gasped with shock and panic as buttons scattered everywhere. She tried to wrap the blouse back around her body, but Gary slapped her so hard that she fell back against her car, then lashed his belt against her knuckles with a loud, painful snap. Before Donna could recover, he ripped both sleeves of her blouse away.

"Stop this!" Donna managed to scream at last.

Her expensive blouse had been reduced to rags. "You're making a big mistake, mister! You creeps aren't going to scare me into changing my mind, and now you're in more trouble than you ever bargained for!"

"We don't want to scare you, sexy landlady," Joel Wiederbold, who weighed at least three hundred pounds, called from behind her. "We just want to fuck around with you a little bit, maybe see what kind of a stuck-up princess you are with jism on your pretty face and a cock stuck up your little ass."

Donna started to scream, but the moment he saw her open her mouth, Gary slapped her again. This time he hit her so hard that she started to fall. Gary grabbed her by her silky blonde hair and pulled her roughly back up to her feet, then swung her away from her car and into the side of their filthy black truck. She staggered back out from the impact, and as she did, Gary swung the belt against her tender ass.

Donna did scream then, but she cut her cries short when the four brothers started laughing, realizing that they were getting off by making her scream and suffer. She tried to edge her away around the side of the truck, but Gary caught her by a handful of her golden hair and held her in place while he flogged her ass with his big leather belt.

"You bastard!" she hissed. "Don't you know how important I am in this town? You're all going to be in jail for the rest of your lives!"

"A bitch like you is good for just one thing," Gary growled, and with a jerk of his muscular arm, he dragged Donna by her hair around to the front of his truck. "That's spreading her legs and her lips for men. Your daddy didn't teach you very well, and he made a big fucking mistake when he left you all his money when he died. But now you're going to learn about your true talents, little miss landlady!"

He threw her face-down over the hood of the truck, and Donna squirmed frantically against the hot metal. John and Brad, the youngest of the Wiederbold brothers, stepped quickly in and grabbed her wrists. Before Donna knew what was happening, they had stretched her arms out over her head and tied her wrists to the rear-view mirrors that jutted out from either side of the truck's short hood.

"You bastards!" Donna shrieked, staring at the awful Wiederbold. "This is your last chance, you stupid creeps! You better let me go now! Anymore and the whole lousy bunch of you are going to be in jail for the next twenty years!"

"Shut up, bitch," Gary said mildly, and yanked her skirt up over her ass. "Somebody shut the silly little princess up. Find that letter, John. Read it to this sexy piece of shit while I fuck her ass off."

"Nooooo!" Donna howled when she heard Gary's zipper. A moment later, he stepped around the curve of her hip and shook his prick in her face, and then she screamed even louder.

Gary's cock was huge. It was perhaps a foot long and his cockhead was the size of one of Donna's fists. There was a pearly drop of pre-cum leaking from his big dark piss-slit, and Gary wiped it off on Donna's cheek before be stepped back any from her.

"She likes that big prick," Brad said with stupid laugh. He pulled out his own cock, a filthy fat hunk of meat that was no more than an inch or so smaller than his brother's. "Well good news, Miss Fairchild, 'cause we all got big ones for you. Half the girls in the county know about the big Wiederbold boys."

Donna shuddered with revulsion at the slimy coolness of Gary's fuck-lube on her cheek. It trickled down over her tightly shut lips, and the sensation of it drooling over her mouth made Donna want to vomit. Worse yet was the pounding realization that the brothers were really serious. They were going to rape her. Donna didn't think she could stand to be raped by all four of the big, dirty Wiederbolds.

A moment later she felt the head of Gary's big cock brushing against the fragile lips of her cunt, and it was all she could do to stifle a scream of terror.

"Look at that," John shouted gleefully, pointing at the sexy squirming of Donna's body as she tried to wriggle across the hot hood away from the relentless advance of Gary's monster prick. "You were right again, Gary."

"That's right," Gary said, teasing Donna with his cock now, rubbing it against her quivering pink cuntlips, then pulling it away just when it seemed he was about to raw it home. "You see, landlady, you really should feel honored. We've trained a lot of bitches in our time, but we've never fucked with one who was older than twenty. Sort of a rule with us, because we like them young and tender. Fuck, you're ten years over our limit, so we made a special exception just for you!"

"Of course you are sexier than any other bitch we ever raped," John said. "And Gary said he had the feeling that you hadn't had much in the way of cock, even if you are thirty years old."

Donna burned with shame and anger at the way the horrible men were talking about her. The worst thing of all was that both things John had told her were true. In her whole life, she had only been fucked once, by a professor at the university her father had sent her to. Before they had fucked, Donna had thought she loved the older man.

After be had broken her cherry with his smelly, filthy cock and filled her up with his disgusting jism, she had never wanted to see him again. Since then, she had occasionally necked with men heavily enough to get their cocks into the open, but every time she saw a prick she felt disgust, and she had never let another man fuck her. At thirty, Donna was probably less sexually experienced than most of the young girls the Wiederbolds played their gangbang tricks with.

"Just look at this body," Gary growled, reaching under Donna to grab her proud, pointy-tits. "You ever see tits this big on a little bitch like her? You ever see tits this bouncy on a thirty-year-old cunt? Her ass is as tight as a high school girl's, and her pussy is so tiny and pink you'd think it never got fucked. And we never had a bitch with as pretty a face as her. Besides, she's going to be a real challenge. We're going to have to work hard to bring out the slut in Donna."