Cum first glued her eyes closed and then submerged them beneath thick, congealing puddles, and one man set his cock on her upper lip and laughingly fired line after line of frothy cum up into her nose. Her open, gasping mouth was filled with spunk until it overflowed, covering her cheeks and chin with a rolling white current, and her nose turned white from the jetting slime.
"Holy shit!" a man gasped, looking down at her sullied features, his cock spewing more slop down on her. "She's going to drown, she's going to drown in our cum!"
And then other men started cumming, and Donna felt her hands and arms covered in juicy, dripping sperm. It greased her palms and ran down over her elbows, and the men in her armpits covered her shoulders in a white varnish.
The girl writhed beneath it all, her own climaxes growing in intensity now, her writhings able to move her upper body even beneath the weight of all the men who held her down.
Cum shot across her shuddering white stomach from a dozen directions, filling up her navel and streaming down over her ribs. The man between her breasts opened his barrage, and the two men in her throat joined him, and soon a puddle of cum rested in the hollow there, and more ran down over the sides of her neck. Men at her sides poured thick streamers of cum all over her firm pointy tits, anointing her heaving tits in a blizzard of white slime.
"Hurry up!" Tom barked again, not able to keep the smile from his face as he watched Donna's whole personality disappear along with her face.
A knock came on the door and he went to go answer it.
Donna didn't hear the knock, all she could hear was the throbbing of her own body and the slappings of the cum as it plopped against her already beslimed face. Men were starting to fall away from her now, and she had greater freedom of movement. Her thighs shuddered and rubbed together, and her hands, once the cocks had left them, fell to her cunt, rubbing frantically at her fevered clit.
"Hello," Tom said to someone in the hall. "Come on in."
"What the hell is that?" Donna heard a familiar voice say, and, when she recognized that voice, her lust died. "Man, you've messed her up good."
"Well, Ryan," Tom said, "when you told me about Donna I wondered if she was the right kind of girl for you. I mean, you and I have always shared a taste for a particular kind of woman, and your strait-laced little virgin didn't seem to fit that mold."
Beneath her cover of cum, Donna blushed fiery red. Tom was destroying the last pieces of her self-respect here. She wished she were dead. More cum spilled out over her lips, and she almost cried.
"I know," Ryan admitted uneasily. "And that did bother me. But I thought that once we were married, and maybe with your help, I could change her. She's so beautiful, though, I really couldn't resist marrying her."
"Come on," Tom joked, running his hand over Donna's white inner thigh. "Is she as beautiful as this girl? I mean, look at this body."
"I've got to admit that I've never seen a body as good as hers, but I guess you must have her face covered up for some reason," Ryan said. "You've seen Donna. You know what a beautiful face she has."
"Man, this one does too," another man said, rubbing a half-hard cock over her cummy cheek.
"Let's show him," Tom said. "Some of you clean her off. No, don't bother getting water, just piss on her."
No, please no! Donna thought. They were going to show Tom who she was, and they were going to do it in the worst way imaginable, by pissing all over her. He was going to hate her, scream at her, maybe even beat her. And maybe fuck the hell out of me, she thought, and an unbidden shudder passed through her.
The men pissed all over Donna then, their piss even more voluminous than their cum, stripping away the clogging jism from her body and leaving her squirming in the throes of another uncontrolled climax.
As the cum sloughed off her face, Ryan leaned in close, and a strange look came to his face.
"Well I'll be damned!" he said at last.
"I thought you'd be surprised," Tom said.
"Ryan!" Donna cried, opening her eyes at last to look at her handsome fiance. "I'm so sorry. I know you could never marry me after this, but you've got to believe – I do love you."
"Shut up, bitch," Tom said mildly, and Donna did as he asked, so well trained was she.
"Well, Tom, I never expected this," Ryan said. He walked over to Donna and slid his fingers into her juiced-up cunt, ran his hand over her tingling nipples. "I am pissed off that I wasn't the one to rip her cherry."
"It was for a good cause," Tom said as Ryan settled between the blonde girl's out-flung legs and unzipped his pants.
"Well, you've made her into the perfect wife for me, so I guess I can't be too mad," Ryan admitted, and he pulled out a monstrous cock, one that dwarfed even Tom's, and placed it at the slit of her dripping cunt. "I don't know what I'll ever do to repay you."
"Well, I might be getting married one day, too," Tom laughed. "And you could always return the favor."
"You mean you still want to marry me?" Donna asked, her still-innocent crystal-blue eyes staring up at her fiance.
"Shut up, bitch." Ryan grinned and spat into her face. "Of course I'm still going to marry you. Before you were beautiful and high-classed, but I thought I might need a mistress on the side. Now, thanks to Tom, I've got it all."
"One small problem," Tom said. "Her dress got rather messed up during her busy day."
"Fuck it." Ryan shoved his giant cock into Donna's tight, sore cunt, bulling his way up her pussy canal. "We'll get a new one made. A sheer black lace one with handcuffs and a ball gag."
The men laughed, and Donna shivered, the pain and pleasure from her stuffed cunt over-powering her mind once more. She was finally getting fucked by the man she'd wanted all along, and now she knew that he would be able to give her all the pleasure and pain she ever needed. She did hope that Tom would come visit them a lot, though. And she definitely knew where she was going to get that new dress made.
With Ryan's huge cock tearing her cunt to pieces Donna came, and she looked dreamily at all the cocks that waited to follow.