Blake Garfield
Halloween in horror
CHAPTER ONE
Elaine Peterson gasped with sudden shock as a pair of strong hands grabbed her full, round tits. She screamed a moment later when other hands closed around her wrists and ankles. She screamed even louder when she saw that the hands that held her, that were quickly tying her to the exercise bicycle she was straddling, belonged to her three nephews.
She stared in wonder from one boy to the next, mad as hell but thinking that whatever was happening must be some kind of stupid, adolescent joke.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded, trying to jerk herself free. It was impossible, because while one of her nephews had tied her wrists to the handlebars of the bicycle another had been binding her feet to the pedals. "Hey, guys, I don't know what the hell you think the joke is, but this isn't very funny!"
"You're one sexy bitch," her oldest nephew, Roger, growled. His hands were still on her tits, squeezing and twisting them as though he wanted to tear them off her body. "We like the sexy part, but everybody's fed up with you being a bitch. The joke is that we're going to give you a little attitude adjustment."
Elaine twisted desperately at the thin strands of nylon that bound her to the bicycle. The three boys stood back to look at her, and when she saw the lust in their eyes, her heart froze and she realized he hadn't been joking. As she watched them, helpless and horrified, the boys ripped off their clothing. Suddenly three long, hard cocks bobbed in the air not three feet away from her. Elaine screamed again, but this time it was in terror.
"It's Halloween, Aunt Elaine," Roger said with a giggle. He shook his dripping cock in her direction. "And we've brought you three yummy treats!"
"And you're the one who's going to be turning the tricks." Steven, the youngest, laughed. Elaine groaned. There had to be some way she could talk them out of this. Ever since her figure had first started to bud out in a lush, womanly body, men had been pursuing her. High school boys and college boys, high school teachers and college professors had chased her with equal ardor. Getting out of school had changed nothing. She was still pursued by almost every man she met.
And for almost twenty years Elaine had never liked men, and she hated sex, but she had used her sexy body and beautiful face to get everything she had.
She enjoyed the power her beauty gave her over men. She had made powerful men grovel at her feet. Even today she had been exercising, working out on her expensive gymnastics equipment to keep her most important asset in shape. Now she was tied to her five-hundred-dollar exercise bike as though she was some sheep ready to be slaughtered.
"Got a little Halloween party planned, Aunt Elaine," Peter said, closing his hand over one of her full, firm tits. "We're going to have some real fun with you."
Elaine started to answer, but before she could open her mouth, he had grabbed the collar of her V neck bodysuit and ripped it down. Roger stepped up beside him and tore at the back of the cotton jersey, stripping it from her squirming body.
In an instant she was left with only her bra and panties, and a moment later the boys had stripped those off her too. Only Steve held back, watching the assault on his aunt with wide, wondering eyes.
Elaine directed her pleas to him. "Please, Steve, run and get help! If this is stopped right now, I'll forget it, but if either of them touches me again, then you'll all have to pay!"
"Shit, Aunt Elaine," the boy replied, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Dad told us that's what you say to all the guys."
The boys stepped back to look over their captive aunt's body, and Peter vented a long, low whistle. They all knew that their aunt was a sexy bitch, but she was always wearing fancy clothes and makeup that Peter had thought would make any woman look good. She was thirty years old, just a few years younger than their dad, and Peter had figured that when she was stripped those big tits would sag a little, that her full ass would do some drooping. He could hardly believe how wrong he'd been.
Aunt Elaine was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her hair was fiery red and her eyes were wide, liquid blue. She had the high cheeks of a fashion model and a wide mouth with full, lush lips. Her face was almost perfect, but her body was what really made his cock hard.
She had the biggest tits he had ever seen! None of the girls at school, none of the centerfolds in the magazines his dad kept under the bed at home, none of the women on television had tits more than half the size of his aunt's. They were huge, pumpkin-sized mounds of creamy white flesh, and the amazing thing was that they didn't sag an inch. Her nipples were big too, big and pink and delicious-looking. Peter could hardly wait to fasten his teeth around one.
In spite of the enormity of her tits, Elaine had a narrow waist. Her ass was firm and perfectly shaped, her legs long and lush and shapely. Her skin was a flawless shade of ivory, so perfect that Aunt Elaine looked almost like a living statue. Peter felt the cum boiling in his balls and he knew he had to fuck her right away.
"I get first crack at her sweet pussy," he growled. "You guys can climb up on the handlebars and make her suck you off until I'm done."
"No!" Elaine tried to force her voice into a tone of control. "Peter, I don't know what kind of half-wit notion you've got, but if you lay one hand on me I'm going to see that you're ruined for life. Do you hear me, I'll ruin you for life!"
Elaine screamed as Peter swung himself up into the seat behind her. He lifted her ass off the seat and slid his legs beneath her. Elaine felt the wet, hot head of his cock brush her inner thighs. She screeched and tried to twist out of the boy's grasp, but she couldn't escape. Peter lined up the fat head of his cock with the tight, red-furred lips of her cunt and pulled her roughly back against him.
"Noooooooooo!" Elaine screamed, then thrashed as her nephew's long, thick cock impaled her pussy. "You dirty little bastard! You filthy little perverted motherfucker! I'll get you for this, Peter! I'm going to make you pay!"
"Oh shut the fuck up," Roger sighed, boosting himself up on one side of the handlebars and then giving his little brother a pull up on the other side. "Here, wrap that big mouth around my cock. That ought to shut you up."
Roger grabbed a handful of Elaine's bright red hair and dragged her face to his crotch. She shrieked as his leaking cock brushed over her cheek. He held her hair with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other, then pulled her head down as he wagged his stiff prick up and down. He smeared Elaine's pretty, aristocratic face with his fuck-lube, dragging his cockhead over her lips and nose and eyelids.
Elaine clamped her eyes and mouth tightly shut. She resisted his jerking until her scalp was burning and her neck felt broken. There was no way on earth that the little monster was going to get her to open her mouth up for his filthy prick!
Pain lanced through her lush, sexy body as Peter stabbed his cock up inside her pussy. Her cunt was dry, and every battering drive of his cock inside her felt like the rush of a speeding train. He pulled her up and down on his thick cock as though she was some senseless fuck-toy, digging his fingers into her hips.
"Suck me, cunt!" Roger yelled, smashing her face into his hairy, smelly crotch while he rubbed his cock over her cheeks. "You lousy, frigid bitch! I said for you to suck my cock! Okay, if you want it rough, that's just fine!"
Before Elaine knew what was happening, Roger had jerked her face away from his lap and was holding his cock steady in front of him. He let go of his cock and swung his arm in a wide, looping blow.
For a single, heart-stopping instant, Elaine saw that his fist was closed before he hit her jaw. Rockets went off inside her head, and before their explosive flare had faded from her eyes, Roger had backhanded her with his closed fist.