Elaine gurgled with insane glee as the two boys drowned her in their gooey fuck slime. She rubbed her hands over her tits as Roger turned the valley between her tits into a river of jism. She scooped white hot cum from her cheeks and chin, then sucked her fingers clean, relishing the salty taste. Peter squirted a heavy load of cum right onto her wagging pink tongue, and Elaine rolled it around in her mouth before she swallowed it down.
Her hips drove up off the floor to meet the savage thrusts of Steve's cock and the savaging broom. He battered her even harder, slamming the broom inside her pussy as he drew back with his cock, then bulling his way into her ass as he pulled the broom back for another attack.
The terrible orgasm still stormed through her squirming, straining body, building stronger with each passing instant.
Boys stepped up, excited beyond control by the lewd sex show the gorgeous redhead was putting on. They splashed more cum over Elaine's face and tits, filling her mouth, streaking the black wig with stripes of silver. Her huge tits resembled snow-capped mountains. The stream of cum that trickled through the valley between her tits became a raging river as more boys bombarded her with their heavy loads of cum.
She swallowed all the cum that squirted into her mouth, rubbed jism into her perfect tits and over her pretty face. She looked up at the world through a milky haze of cum, and she gurgled with ecstasy when it burned her crystal-blue eyes.
Suddenly the broom stopped moving inside her cunt. Elaine shrieked with outrage and disappointment. Then she felt the burning rush of jism in her tattered asshole. Steve was cumming. The sensation of his warm, sticky cum blistering its way up through her inflamed shitter was driving her mad.
"Cum!" she screamed, thrashing wildly on the jerking cock. "Cum! Cum cum cum! Cum on me, honey, I'll soak it all up!"
Steve dropped the broom and locked his hands around Elaine's lush hips. He beat her with his cock, knocking her along the floor with one shattering plunge after another. His balls were swollen with cum, and he filled her asshole until gooey jism was spilling back out over her quivering asscheeks. Still he poured more cock cream inside her, scouring her insides with his burning fuck juice. Elaine screamed and thrashed, her monstrous orgasm exploding into a final conflagration inside her.
"Confess that you're a gutter, Aunt Witch!"
Steve screamed, his voice high and whiny as he blasted his cum up her asshole. "Confess that you love piss! Confess that you're a toilet, Aunt Elaine! You'd even like us to shit on you, wouldn't you, you sewer slut?"
"Yesssss!" Elaine howled, like a wild, wounded beast. She writhed on the floor like a demented go-go dancer. "I'm a dirty toilet! I'm a filthy old gutter whore! I love your piss! I'd love your shit even more!"
"Piss on you!" Steve screamed, almost as crazed as his aunt with the power he had over her luscious body. "Piss on you, you dirty witch whore!"
Elaine yowled as Steve shot a burning river of piss up her reamed, tender asshole. He was burning her alive, burning her from the inside out. It was making the orgasm tear through her even harder.
Roger and Peter sprayed her face with piss, washing away the coat of cum that had glossed her pretty features silver. Elaine let them fill her mouth, swallowed piss and let piss cascade out over her lips with equal abandon. She was caught in the grip of a climax that seemed to be tearing her insides apart.
From what seemed to be a million miles away, there was a knocking at the door.
"Trick or treat!" some voices called.
"Trick-or-treaters," Peter said, winking at Roger. "It's about time some of 'em got here."
"Yeah," Roger agreed. He grabbed Elaine by one arm, grinning at the way her body still shuddered. She was out of her fucking mind. "Come on, Aunt Stupid. You can't let them trick-or-treaters go away sad."
"That's right," Peter added, helping his brother pull their dazed, gorgeous aunt to her feet. He handed her a plastic jack-o'-lantern filled with candy. "It's time to start Halloween."
Elaine couldn't walk, but the boys were willing to drag her. She couldn't carry the jack-o'-lantern so Peter draped it over her arm. The terrible orgasm the boys had started inside her was still whirling, still twisting her body and mind into knots. She couldn't seem to move right, or breathe right, or even think right.
The boys leaned her against the door and retreated back into the living room, and she cried at the burning inside her pussy, the burning she was beginning to think might never go away.
She knew what she wanted. She needed someone to fuck her so badly. No scandal or shame in the world could equal that terrible desire.
She pushed the door open.
CHAPTER NINE
"Trick or treat!" they shouted as Elaine swung the door wide open.
"I… ohhhhh!" the sexy redhead moaned, rubbing her thighs wetly against each other and trying to focus her piss-stung eyes. "I'm a fat sewer slut. Do you want to fuck me?"
"What?" Suddenly a larger frame stepped in front. "Is there something the matter with you?"
Elaine vaguely recognized the voice she was hearing. It was Diane something or other, the wife of one of the executives who lived up the hill. She was young and tall and platinum blonde, with the kind of willowy figure and athletic good looks that turned on the country club set. Elaine had once given her husband, who was sixty if he was a day, a quickie at his office. In return she'd gotten some special tips about an aerospace company whose stock was about to split. That half-hour office call had netted Elaine a couple hundred thousand dollars.
She'd always suspected Diane had known about the fuck, though, and so she had always avoided her. Besides, there was something about her icy, Nordic beauty that made Elaine a little nervous.
"I said, what's the matter?" Diane leaned toward the dazed, sexy redhead. She was wearing a cat costume that was little more than a skin-tight, half-transparent black leotard, whiskers, ears and sharp plastic claws. "Are you sick, or has something happened, or…"
Diane's voice trailed off as she got a closer look at the chesty, sexy redhead. She saw the streaks of silvery cum that still sparkled in the black wig. She smelled the odors of cunt and cock and piss. She sensed Elaine's confusion and excitement. When she spotted the drying cum that striped the valley between Elaine's bountiful tits, she smiled.
"Here's your candy, kids," she said, pulling the plastic pumpkin off Elaine's unresisting arm and handing it back to the children behind her. "Elaine's a little sick, and I'm going to put her to bed. You go on to the next house if you want."
They could go to the next city for all Diane cared. They were the kids from her husband's third through fifth marriage. She was just thankful that he was too old and she was too careful to add any of her own to the litter.
"Diane," Elaine whimpered, trying to regain her composure and ground out the lust that was burning through her. "You've got to help me. I've been…"
"You're a bitch!" Diane cut her off simply. She looked over her shoulder, caught a glimpse of Roger and Peter. "And you're her nephews, aren't you? Dressed a bitch as a witch, huh? Pretty cute. I hope you fucked her over real good."
Knowing they had been spotted, Elaine's nephews stepped through to the hallway.
Peter smiled. "She's been treating our mom and dad like shit. And we know that she hates men. She is a real bitch. I mean, she deserves everything we did to her."
Elaine realized with a sudden, mad hope that the three boys were uncertain now, almost frightened by Diane's calm self-assurance. This was her one chance to escape the terrible bondage the boys had forced her into.
"Please!" she cried to the elegant blonde. "Please save me from – noooooo!"