Blake Garfield - Halloween in horror

"Magic Spells and Rituals," Roger said gleefully, reading the title off the books spine. "Every good bitch needs a spellbook. You're a triple-D bitch, Aunt Elaine, and this looks like a triple-D book to me."

He slammed the book shut.

Elaine wailed like a lost soul, writhed as though she were being electrocuted. Pain danced up through her smashed tit and through whole sexy, bowed body.

When Roger let the book fall open she had to look at her tit to make sure it was still attached to her body, and then he was smashing it shut again on the other side. The buxom beauty jerked and twisted as though she had lost her mind.

"You clear on chapter one, Aunt Elaine?" Roger called up to her, his eyes sparkling with evil excitement. "You ready to go to chapter two now?"

Elaine turned her head away from him as he flipped through a few pages and lined up the book with her right tit once more. Just as she turned, a boy's cock exploded against her forehead, and the whole world was washed away in a wave of dirty white cum. Boys grabbed her hands and put them over their cocks. A cock erupted inside her left ear, and now Elaine could barely even hear what was going on around her.

She could still feel the ripping of the studded broom across the swollen lips of her cunt, and she twisted and jerked over the vicious pole of wood as though it was the sweetest cock she'd ever fucked. The wood was soaked with her cunt cream. Pussy juice dripped to the floor from all along the long wooden shaft. The voluptuous redhead's thighs were painted almost white with her cunt cream, and more of the sticky juice had drooled all the way to her ankles. Her cunt made wet, slurping sounds with every plunge of the studded broom across it.

Elaine couldn't believe the pain she was feeling. She couldn't believe the pleasure either. It was as though she was feeling every possible sensation in the world all at the same time. She squirmed and shuddered, held almost immobile by the crowd of boys but still unable to stop her body's shivering. She was covered in a glittering sheen of sweat, and her muscles screamed out in exhausted anguish, but the blistering waves of her orgasms overruled everything else she was feeling.

Roger laughed as he slammed the massive book shut on his aunt's tits. Her tits were huge, and every time he slammed the covers together, her silky tit flesh would bulge out on every side. Shockwaves would shoot through the tit he had slammed, and by the time he opened the book back up, both big mounds of tit flesh would be shaking like so much creamy jelly. Her tits were stained red from the blows he'd dealt them. Her nipples had swollen to almost an inch long, and they were so hard that they looked like they could put a guy's eye out.

Roger shifted the book right between her big tits and slammed it shut on both of them at once. He giggled as he smashed her big tits together.

Elaine shrieked with each assault, but that didn't stop her from cumming. She began to realize, dimly, that the reason she had never enjoyed sex, never had an orgasm, was because she had never been hurt before. It humiliated her, made her so sick that she wanted to kill herself, but the truth was that the pain was turning her on. Being degraded made her even hotter.

Even now, being broom-fucked and tit tortured, with a dozen horny boys smearing their cocks over her face, she longed for the taste of piss. She wanted to beg them for a nasty asshole she could suck.

"Now, witch-bitch!" Steve shouted. "Ride your broom! Fuck this broom, you witch-whore!"

Elaine knew what he was going to do an instant before the broom hit home, but there was nothing she could do about it. When the thick, studded wood shaft gouged its way inside her pussy, she thought that the world had come to an end.

"Nooooo!" she screamed as her feet left the floor and she tumbled over. "Nooooo!"

The pain was beyond imagining. The stab of the broom inside her whipped the breath from her chest, stretched and tore her cunt in ways that didn't seem possible. Elaine flipped over helplessly, losing her grip on the cocks she was pumping and almost landing on top of Roger. Steve followed her relentlessly with the broom, driving it farther inside her pussy as she tumbled over onto her back. She felt the wood tearing its way into her ravaged cunt. She felt the awful spear of the broom pierce her farther than she had ever been fucked before.

"Steve… you sweet… sweet boy!" she whispered. "Don't hurt me anymore… please… please, don't hurt your aunt anymore."

Steve grinned evilly. Almost a foot of studded torture stick was already embedded inside her helpless pink pussy. Now he was going to give her a real taste of hell.

"Lick your tits, whore!" Roger screamed, yanking on her tits while Peter shoved her head forward. "Lick your tits, you dirty slut! Suck on those big old nipples!"

Elaine opened her mouth, washing her tongue over the full, fleshy mountains of her tits. Roger stuffed one of her nipples inside her mouth, and she sucked on it as hard as she could, her eyes wide with pain and terror. The warm, wet feel of her mouth over her tit made her moan with passion. She slurped her way over her heated, tingling tit-flesh, wondering why she had never thought to suck her own tits before. They were certainly big enough and high enough on her chest that she could reach them with no trouble.

"Here you go, Aunt Tit-Witch!" Steve screamed, drawing her attention from her tits back to the horrid broom he was fucking into her cunt. "Now you can ride this fucking broom to Mars!"

Elaine couldn't even scream as he shoved the broom inside her. She tried to close her eyes, but somehow she couldn't tear her horrified gaze away from the impossible spectacle before her. Her youngest nephew was shoving so much of the broom up her cunt!

Steve's young, sweet face was twisted into a demonic snarl as he drove the staff inside her. Elaine felt knotty projectiles of wood tear at her tender pink pussy flesh. Then the tip of the broom hit bottom and the terrible stretching began.

Elaine's beautiful face was drained of color. She began to tremble uncontrollably. Sweat beaded on her body in a solid, shiny sheet. Steve smiled at her torment and shoved the broom in harder.

"Fuck it!" Peter ordered, slapping his long, meaty cock across her lips. "Move that tired old ass, Aunt Elaine! Fuck that big broom prick!"

"Wiggle on it, you tired old whore," Roger snarled, gouging her big, soft tits with one hand while he used the other to poke his cock at her pretty face. "You fucking begged for this, you titsy cow! The least you could fucking do is act like you appreciate it."

"Please…" she whimpered. "Stop… Steve… my pretty little Stevie… please stop it!"

Peter shut her up by sliding his cock into her open, gasping mouth. The sexy redhead gagged, but then she clamped her lips tight around the invading shaft and suckled it like a baby would its bottle. She sucked Peter's prick, trying to drown out the ruining pain of the broom-fuck with the slippery taste of his cock and cum.

"Do you want me to stop, Aunt Witch?" Steve crowed gleefully down at the pain-wracked beauty. "Then confess. The only time they stop torturing witch bitches is when they fucking confess!"

"I confess!" Elaine screamed, twisting in a desperate, vain attempt to escape the unnatural attack on her body. "I confess, Steve! Oh please stop, I confess."

"Confess to being a dirty, lying, evil bitch!" Steve screamed as he jammed the broom deeper inside her. "Tell everybody what a dirty, lying, evil bitch you are!"

"I am!" Elaine screeched around a mouthful of Peter's cock. It was hard to talk through the terrible pain she was feeling, but she would do anything to stop the killing torture. "I'm such a dirty bitch! I'm a liar, too! Evil! I'm evil! I'm a dirty, lying, evil bitch!"