Blake Garfield - Bridal shower

She was going to be fucked, perhaps by all of these men, in her wedding dress.

Donna was on her hands and knees in the station's bathroom, her flowing white wedding dress hiked up high on her hips so that Bud would have a clear shot at her asshole. Donna had caught a glimpse of his cock, and it was as big as Tom's, maybe even bigger.

Other men surrounded her too, men of all sizes and descriptions, and they were all waiting their turns. She had no idea how long they were going to keep her here, but she knew that it would take at least hours to satisfy all the lust in this room, and she knew that by the time they finished any hopes she'd held for a future with Ryan would be over.

Having them put the wedding dress on her had been the last straw. They had felt her up while they slid it over her clammy skin, leaving no part of her creamy, battered body untouched. They were dressing her up for a gang bang in her own wedding gown.

Bud was running his huge, callused hands over her white little ass, feeling her up for the inevitable fuck. The others were giving him space to do what he wanted to her.

"Well, honey," Bud growled, puffing on the fat cigar in his mouth. "I hope you ain't a tight-assed bitch or I might just ruin you for life."

The other men laughed at Donna and called her names and someone even spat on her, the spittle hitting her cheek and rolling down over her jaw. Bud put the head of his cock up against her winking shitter. The prickhead completely covered her asshole, eclipsing it with its huge size.

"I don't know," Bud said, surveying the job before him.

Guys in the crowd began to call out encouragement.

"But here goes!"

Donna screamed and tried to scramble away as the big man fucked forward, but, in an instant, hands clamped down on her to hold her steady. They gripped her by her head and shoulders and tits and sides, and Bud pushed the cheeks of her ass so far apart with his big hands that she was sure he was splitting her like a rotten piece of fruit.

Jack had used her cunt juice as lubricant earlier, but Bud was either too uncaring or too dumb to do the same. Donna remembered that Jack had greased her ass more to help himself out than to aid her anyway, but she didn't think anything could hurt the smelly old horse cock that Bud was fucking into her.

"Do it!" someone in the crowd yelled. "Rip that asshole in two!"

She screeched, going insane from the pain and the enforced stillness the restraining hands caused her. She yelled and hollered.

"See," somebody laughed. "She's begging us to fuck her!"

"Why don't somebody shut her up?" Bud said.

Bud was a far stronger man than Jack, but then his cock was far larger, too, and he was having a hard time forcing his prick in. He had about half the cockhead lodged just inside now, and he was already stretching her asshole as wide as her cunt. Even he was beginning to wonder if she might not burst from the pressure, though he really didn't care too much one way or the other.

"I'll do it," someone volunteered.

Donna heard a zipper being undone. Donna's whole body was straining from the awful tension Bud's cock was causing her, and her body broke out into a cold clammy sweat beneath the white wedding dress. She opened her mouth willingly when the man in front of her placed his hands on top of her head, and she almost found contentment when she clasped her mouth around his prick and began to suck.

Bud was still trying angrily to gain full entrance into Donna's tiny ass, and he had the help of six men pulling back on the little blonde to help him. Most of his cockhead was pressed into her shitter, but her ass chute was fighting him all the way, unwilling to accept the insertion of an object the size of which it had never even spat out.

"You bitch!" Bud screamed, releasing Donna's ass cheeks for an instant to pound his fists into her back. "Let me in you stupid bitch!"

Donna shuddered underneath the blows and tried to suck the cock in her mouth as well as she could with the pain that was rattling her body.

Bud went back to hauling her back toward his ravaging cock, and Donna felt the walls of her shitter slowly being forced apart by the constant, overwhelming pressure the big man was applying.

"Here it goes!" Bud shouted, boring the head of his killer cock into her asshole. "I'm plowing the bitch! I'm getting inside!"

The outcome had never been in doubt, really, not considering Bud's strength and the multitude of hands that held Donna motionless. Bud's blooming red cockhead was fully buried inside Donna's shitter now, and he began to fuck forward with all the force he could.

"Ooooo… fuck." Donna's body was drawn as tight as a bowstring under the terrible pressure in her asshole. She felt like someone was driving a truck into her, and the pain was made a hundred times worse by the swarm of molesting hands that held her still.

"It hurts!"

Bud, if he could understand her garbled words from around the mouthful of cock she was dealing with, made no reply except to yank her back toward him once again, burying four more hard inches of cock up her asshole. The ring of her asshole was stretched obscenely around the huge girth of his cock now, straining desperately in the hopeless battle to drive the prick out.

"I'll bet she never had a cock in her like this," Bud laughed, fucking relentlessly forward now, ramming inch after inch of his killing prick up her bulging shitter. "She's never going to have to strain to shit again."

Donna hung her head, her whole body shuddering with pain and shame. Dirty hands squeezed her hanging tits through the material of her dress, and Donna wondered what she had done to deserve all this suffering. She felt a tearing in her asshole, and she wondered whether Bud had finally split her open or if he was just fucking into some even tighter part of her ass chute, loosening some part of her deep inside.

"Ride back with me, bitch," Bud laughed, fucking the last inch of his cock into her shitter.

Donna was in too much pain to breathe a sigh of relief when she felt his crotch hair kiss her ass-cheeks.

Still sucking the cock in her mouth, Donna began to bounce gently back and forth on Bud's cock, unwilling to move too quickly for fear that she might hurt herself even worse than she was now. The whole length of her asshole was fluttering around his deeply implanted prick anyway, and she couldn't see how he could even stand that kind of activity. Every roll of her hips caused new pain to shoot through her, and Donna's sweating, straining ass wasn't even really being fucked yet. She was just holding the massive cock inside her.

"Baby, if you call that fucking, you must be fucking all little boys," Bud groused, and he yanked his cigar from his mouth and threw it away into the darkness of the bathroom. "Fucking means stabbing – you on me and me in you!"

He began to prove his point.

Donna knew the meaning of true terror as soon as she heard Bud intone those words. She also learned the true meaning of pain as he turned words into action. His fingers digging like hot steel bands into her hips, Bud jerked almost all the way out with one quick flick of his hips, and then fucked all eleven inches back in just as fast.

"Noooo!" Donna squealed around the prick in her mouth. "You're killing me!"

"Fucking right," Bud laughed, fucking into her again, even harder than the first time. "Killing you with pleasure."

It was a realm of pure physical pain, where the pain seemed to fill every pore in her body and blank out every other sensation. Her eyes were red, and the prick in her mouth might as well have been a sock. Every sensation she felt was radiating from her asshole, from the bulging length of her stuffed, ruined shitter.

"Fuck, look at her moving now," one of the men holding her whispered. "She's jumping around like a wildcat."