Blake Garfield - Halloween in horror

Elaine babbled insanely as the long, sharp needle fucked back and forth through her cunt. She rolled her hips from side to side. The spike that extended from the devil's mouth sliced into her tender pussy flesh like an icepick, making her swing and wriggle in a maddened, futile attempt at escape. Her poor cunt felt as though it was being torn asunder. Still her orgasm raged inside her.

Peter started teasing her with the devil's head, letting the spearing horns and tongue slip back into place, then squeezing the rubber bladder again to make them shoot back out. He changed the rhythm constantly, making each stab of the triple prongs an unexpected burst of anguish.

One second Elaine's wriggling pussy would be gripped tight against bulbous plastic and hot cock flesh. The next it would be squirming through the agony of a triple knifing of sharpened plastic. It didn't matter. Nothing could stop the lust that was rippling through her sexy body.

"Okay, you dirty little bastard, fuck me!" Elaine was shocked by what she was screaming at her nephew, at the courage it took to demand him to do anything. She realized suddenly that she didn't care anymore, that any punishment they gave her would just mean more excitement, more painful, wonderful orgasms. "Stab me to death, you dirty little bastard! I'm a whore now, is that what you wanted? You've turned me into a filthy gutter slut, you asshole! Are you fucking happy?"

"Oh shit!" Peter muttered, excited beyond belief. "You dirty old whore! I'm going to shoot you full of cum!"

"Do it!" Elaine screamed, swinging her sultry body savagely back against him. Every bone-jarring collision threatened to knock her unconscious, every spear of the horns and tongue into her cunt threatened to tear her pussy open, but she didn't care anymore. "Fill me up with cum! Get your friends to cum all over me! I'll swim in it! Take baths in it! Only keep making me cum!"

His thick, gooey jism boiled up inside his aunt's ravaged pussy, bubbled against the cum his brother had just shot into her.

Elaine bucked back against him, her cunt clutching at his prick as though she never wanted to let it go. Cocks erupted inside her mouth and against her face, an endless succession of pricks, but they were nothing next to the cock that filled her pussy with burning cream.

Peter yanked his cock out of his aunt's cunt while he was still squirting cum, laid it in the cleft of her ass and showered her quivering asscheeks with slime. He slapped his cock against her ass, tore off the rubber and rubbed his prick all over her soft asscheeks. Elaine sucked off three cocks while he was playing his prick over her ass, then beat off five more.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Stick your cocks inside me! Fuck me, fuck me, I've got to keep cumming!"

Roger stared down at his aunt as Peter got out from between her legs. She was really something else.

Aunt Elaine's face was plastered with the cum of twenty-five boys, and fifty more were waiting to add extra coats of cock cream. Aunt Elaine had been more than gang-fucked. She'd been mob-fucked. And that was the way her life was going to be from now on.

"You belong to us, Aunt Elaine," he said, stepping between her spread thighs and dropping to his knees. He watched cunt cream bubble out from her swollen, red pussylips, mixed with the milky cum of his brothers. "Your giant tits belong to us. Say it."

"My giant tits belong to you!" she groaned, squirming in sexual agony.

"Your ass belongs to us," he said, lining up his cock with her ravished cunt. "Say it!"

"My ass belongs to you!" she moaned, trying to fuck her cunt back against him, unmindful of the terrible devise of torture he wore.

Roger sighed with pleasure and stared down at the rubber he was wearing. It didn't look like much, just a bright orange rubber with a five-inch tube sticking out from the front. It would have taken a closer inspection to notice that inside the five-inch tube there was a four-inch tube, inside the four-inch tube a three-inch tube, and inside the three-inch tube a two-inch one. When the tube telescoped out, it was a full fourteen inches long, already lodged on the end of his nine-inch cock. But it was what was inside the two-inch tube that made the device so terrible.

It looked like a tiny pitchfork, and when Roger fucked the tube into his slutty aunt's cunt, it would narrow down into one sharp spear. If his plan worked, that sharp spear would penetrate through the tiny hole of her cervix, pierce through to her womb. Then the prongs would spring open, and when he pulled back for another thrust, it would drag out as painfully as it speared in. He was going to fuck his slutty, sexy aunt deeper than anyone ever had. He couldn't wait to get started.

"We own your dirty, nasty cunt," he told her, his breath harsh with passion. "Say it!"

"You own my dirty, nasty cunt!" she cried out, writhing sensuously against her bindings. "Please, please fuck it!"

"Right now," he said, then plunged his cock inside her.

Elaine orgasmed as Roger drove his cock inside her. She bucked back against him, hurling her body from side to side to whip his cock around inside her. A cock exploded cum on her right hand and she twisted her head so she could drink down as much of the delicious jism as she could. Her cunt rippled around Roger's long, strong cock and the cold metal tube that capped it, and suddenly she couldn't remember why she had thought it was so terrible.

A moment later, she remembered.

Elaine screamed as the tube began to telescope inside her, but she couldn't stop herself from driving her cunt back against it. The tube stretched her, tore her, but it didn't seem to matter. One orgasm followed another, each more powerful than the last, each making her ravaged pussy itch and hunger for the next. She felt the cold metal tip press against her cervix, stretch her cunt farther than it had been stretched by the broom. It only made her cum even harder.

Boys shouted with wild, animal excitement as they watched Roger fuck his aunt, and suddenly cum was raining down on her from every direction. Boys dropped to their knees to rub their cocks over her arms and shoulders and tits and stomach. Boys smeared their bursting pricks over her back and hips and the silky, tapering lengths of her legs. Boys slapped their cocks on the soft white cheeks of her ass. Everywhere boys were spilling their jism, and every drop was splattering on Elaine's sexy, helpless body.

"I'm a whore!" she screamed around a mouthful of cum. Four boys were aiming their spurting cocks at her mouth at the same time, flooding her belly with fuck slime. "Fuck me, Roger! Fuck me hard!"

She felt the tip of the awful metal probe wedge into her womb. She screeched like a wild animal and twisted frantically, but she wasn't sure she wanted to escape. This was something new and wild and savage. She had the feeling that this was going to be the most powerful orgasm of all, and even if it killed her, she wanted it to happen.

The tip of the metal probe slid into her womb. Quarts of cock cream splattered over her. Her red hair was dyed white with jism. Cum slithered down her bowed back in a fast rushing river. Her asscheeks glistened with fuck slime. Her tits were painted white with sticky goo. Her beautiful face was hidden under a mask of thick white jism.

Every time she opened her mouth to accept the thrust of a cock, a torrent of slimy froth poured over her lips. She was suspended over an ocean of jism, and more cum poured off her body to add to it with each passing instant. Still, the boys stepped up to unload their swollen balls on her sexy, squirming frame. Some boys had already cum on her three or four times. All the boys sported bone-hard erections.

She was being womb-fucked. The hooks at the end of the probe popped open. Roger pulled back for another thrust, Elaine felt as though her insides were being dragged out with him. He impaled her again, driving the tube back into her womb. Then he pulled out once more.