Elaine screamed when Steve brought broom out from behind his back. She screamed again when her three terrible nephews moved toward her. But she didn't even try to get away. The broom would hurt her. It might even kill her. But she had to cum.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Bend over, Aunt Elaine," Peter ordered, pushing Steve toward the beautiful, bound redhead. "Touch your fucking toes, you big-titted old witch!"
Tears made glistening tracks down Elaine's pretty, haughty face, but she bent over as her nephews approached her.
Other boys crowded close to get a good look at what was going to happen, but Elaine's attention was focused on her three nephews.
They were going to fuck her with a broom! Elaine grasped her ankles tightly, clenching her eyes shut as Peter, Roger and Steve took up positions behind her. Roger flipped the ragged ends of her dress up over her ass, then pulled them along her body until the jet-black material pooled in the small of her back. Boys laughed and jeered at the sight of her lush, perfect asscheeks framed by the sexy black garters. The contrast between her milky white flesh and the dark ribbons of cloth made even the boys who had already fucked her feel as though they might cum any second.
"Witch," Steve muttered, his face feverish with lust. "Ride your broom, witch. Ride your fucking broom, Aunt Elaine!"
Elaine trembled. She had seen the look of anger and lust in his young face. She knew that the afternoon of violence and sex had whipped him into a state where he was as dangerous as his older brothers. As young and inexperienced as Steve was, he might ram the whole, ghastly length of the broom inside her.
The frightened, sex-crazed woman knew that she would die with the first awful plunge of the three-foot stalk up her tiny cunt.
She yelped at the first contact of the wooden shaft against her tender inner thighs. Her cunt was gushing hot pussy juice. Her long, shapely legs were trembling with fear and exhaustion and uncontrollable passion. Cunt juice sparkled along her swollen pink pussylips and streamed down her trembling white thighs. More plopped straight down from her quivering cunt to soak the floor beneath her.
The boys whooped and laughed, and Elaine burned with the disgrace of having her lust so obscenely revealed.
"Halloween," Roger whispered evilly, bending down close to Elaine's face. "Time to ride your broom, bitch!"
Steve thrust the broom between her legs with one quick, sure shove, and Elaine screamed with surprise and passion. He hadn't fucked the broom into her cunt as she had suspected. Instead he had slid it between her thighs, rubbing it against her quivering cuntlips.
All along the length of the broom there were knots and spikes of wood, no two the same size or shape, all of them nailed and glued firmly into place. They scraped and sliced and smashed against her cunt in a machine-gun burst of sensation that mixed pain and pleasure into a single debilitating electric shock.
"Yeeeeessssss!" she screamed, the icy, burning, delicious shock of orgasm overloading all her senses. "Yeeeessssss! I'm a cocksucking, piss-drinking witch! Let me ride my broom!"
Steve yanked back the broom, and Elaine shrieked her way through the most devastating orgasm of her life. Her cunt felt as though it was being ripped from her body. Her clit was beaten and scraped by a dozen wooden probes. She clenched her meaty thighs so tight around the broom that Steve could barely shove it back between them. Peter stepped up to help him, and together they slashed it back over her swollen pussylips.
A boy dropped to his knees in front of her, smearing his dripping cock all over her face. Elaine flicked her tongue out over the dirty, leaking cock. She gathered in dewy strands of fuck-lube, rolled them inside her mouth as though they were the grandest delights she had ever tasted. The boy rammed his cock inside her mouth, and the lust-maddened woman took him fully into her throat with a single lunge. Her cheeks hollowed, and she was sucking his cum from him before he had a chance to pull back out.
Her body rocked back and forth as Peter and Steve sliced the studded broom back and forth between her legs. She held onto her ankles as tightly as she could, trying to balance herself on shaky legs and uncertain heels as explosion after explosion of lust wracked her curvy body. Blood was rushing to her head and her cunt, and she felt dizzy, as though she was drifting away. It was as though all the blood in her body had drained to her pussy and head. Her tits throbbed from the loss, aching for attention.
"My tits!" she screamed, pulling her mouth from the boy's fountaining cock. "Somebody hurt my tits! Quick, please, somebody's got to hurt my tits!"
"She's gone nuts!" shouted the boy who was creaming her mouth. "Grab her tits, guys! The old cow's losing her fucking mind!"
Elaine wasn't losing her mind, she'd already lost it.
Boys grabbed her tits. Other boys pawed and tore at the revealed upper slopes of the creamy mounds. Fingers dug under the cruel cloth and found her nipples, and Elaine howled with anguish as they tore and pinched at the tender nubs of flesh. Suddenly her tits felt, terribly, vitally alive. Now she wished she had never drawn their attentions to her big, tender tits.
Cocks rubbed and slapped against her face. She licked and kissed them, but she didn't take any into her mouth. There were so many cocks swinging in front of her that she couldn't make up her mind. She had never dreamed that there could be so many different kinds of cocks in the world. She had never dreamed that she could love them all so much. Long and short, thick and thin, she wanted them all equally.
Her tongue whipped over the cocks in front of her. She kissed and nibbled them. She ran her tongue over the heavy veins that lined each cock stalk, slurped her lips wetly over her mushrooming cockheads. She bit playfully at balls, dribbled spit down the shuddering cockshafts so she could lick it back up.
Boys poked their cocks into her ears, dragged them over her cheeks and eyes and forehead. Boys rubbed their cocks over the back of her neck, and when one of them shot his load, Elaine quivered with pleasure at the way the sticky slime dribbled down over her throat and jaw.
Boys grabbed her hands them off her ankles and placing them over their hard throbbing cocks. Elaine almost toppled over, but boys grabbed her by her tits and arms to hold her in place, and she went to work jerking the boys off. She pumped her hands up and down the twitching pricks, caught fuck-lube in her palms and spread it slickly over the fevered lengths of the cocks. She tickled their balls with her long fingernails and rolled her thumbs over their leaking piss-slits. Within moments, the boys were shooting streamers of milky white jism all over her face.
"Get out of the way!" Roger growled to the boys who were mauling Elaine's huge, hanging tits. They had dragged the giant, silky mounds of flesh free of her dress. "She said she wanted somebody to hurt her tits, not play with 'em like a bunch of babies. Give me some fucking room!"
Elaine looked down at her nephew, groaning in fear and anticipation when she saw the huge book he was holding in his hands. It was a giant tome, bigger than any book she had ever seen, bound in age-cracked, tattered leather. What sent chills of excitement and fear racing through her body was the fact that Roger was holding the book open, and that he was moving it toward her dangling right tit like a huge set of evil jaws. She knew what he was going to do with the book, and she shook with fearful lust.
"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.