Then Antonella stepped forward. She grabbed the top of the seesaw and pulled it over, and Karen was sent spinning in tight circles. The sexy brunette let Karen spin around a dozen times, then stopped her again.
Karen was dizzy and felt a little sick to her stomach. Her mouth hung limply open as Antonella clamped her own over it.
"Kiss me, bitch!" Antonella hissed as she speared her tongue deeply into Karen's throat. "Suck on my spit!"
Antonella jammed her hand roughly between Karen's legs, squeezing her fingers between her thighs and scratching them over the fat, pink lips of Karen's cunt. Her other hand twisted in Karen's hair, turning her head so all the men who surrounded them could see the perverse kiss they were sharing. Karen felt her whole body flush with shame, but her pussy began to squirm under Antonella's rough caress.
"Come and get a feel, guys!" Antonella shouted, pulling her mouth off Karen's, turning to stare at the assembled men with fire in her eyes. "You've got to get the stuck-up bitch screaming for cock before you start feeding it to her. Touch her, kiss her, suck her! Make her hot, you stupid bastards!"
"Right," Wayne growled. "First off get her begging for cock, then…"
Mark cut in mildly: "I do think you men ought to get started. Time's wasting, and I'm willing to offer a thousand-dollar bonus to the first man who makes Karen scream her little slut's ass off."
At Mark's words the men surged forward as one, and Antonella had to duck out of their way to avoid being crushed by them. Karen couldn't escape, and she watched through slitted eyes as the men came at her from every direction. There were so many of them, and they all wanted to fuck her. She didn't know how she would ever survive.
Hands closed over her leather-bound tits, and hands squeezed the firm cheeks of her ass. Her hair was wrapped in five or six different hands and her head was pulled first in one direction and then another. A hand stroked the sleek curve of her collared throat. Fingers tickled the sensitive soles of her feet.
Hands played along the plush valley of her stomach and the slender curves of her thighs and the satiny hillocks of her flanks. A hand traced her ripe red lips and a finger twisted her nose this way and that.
Karen opened her mouth to scream, but a pair of hands invaded her mouth before she could and began to stroke her teeth and tongue.
Karen thrashed in her bonds but she was tied so tightly on the seesaw that she barely moved. There were hundreds of hands pawing on her body now, pulling her tender flesh. The tight leather strap was pulled down from over her nipples and fingers immediately went to work on the nubs, twisting and crushing them.
Pain flared from her tits. Other hands were hard at work on the panties Antonella had fitted her with. They were pulled out from her body and the men groaned in a collective burst of lust at their first peek of Karen's pink-lipped, blonde-furred cunt. In an instant a dozen sets of hands fought for position in the tiny valley of her crotch.
"She's so fucking sexy," someone muttered close by her ear. A moment later she felt a tongue in that same ear, slurping over the gentle outer curve before a set of teeth bit hard on the same spot. "You're such a sexy bitch. I've wanted to fuck your creamy ass ever since the first time your old man brought you swinging it in here!"
Karen wanted to cry out to the men, to beg them to stop, but all forms of communication had been robbed from her. Now other men began to fasten their mouths as well as their hands on her body, and Karen screamed in agony. Four or five mouths were locked onto each quivering cheek of her ass. Her nipples were popped into two mouths, and others circled the nipple suckers, biting and licking the bulging flesh of her tits.
Mouths bit into the shuddering flesh of her belly and the sensitive hollows of her arms and knees. Teeth nibbled at her shuddering tanned thighs and slender, shapely arms. Mouth after mouth clamped over her red-streaked lips, and tongue after tongue was forced down her throat. Mouths slobbered over her cheeks and nose and ears and chin. Mouths suckled at her toes and fingers.
"Please…" Karen whimpered in between the penetrating kisses the men were forcing on her. "I can't take this. No woman could survive this."
"Sure you can!" a fat man husked as he clamped his mouth over hers. He smelled of alcohol and tobacco and his tongue was like a fat, stubby worm as it probed inside her sweet mouth. "A nympho cunt like you should be able to go weeks straight without a break!"
"And you're going to get a chance to prove it, you fucking hot-assed cow!" Another man added as he replaced the fat man's mouth with his own.
Karen couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Five tongues were wiggling over the pink lips of her cunt, three from the front and two from behind. Fingers from four different hands sloshed up inside her. Fingers from two other hands were pistoning in and out of her clasping asshole, and tongues were washing her ass-crack while others bit deeply into the cheeks. Juice was pouring from her in response to all the action, but Karen was beyond excitement.
The feeling of being pawed and abused by a hundred men at once put the blonde widow beyond fuck-lust, beyond any feeling besides that of being completely overwhelmed by sensation.
And yet Karen was getting hot. Her cunt was twitching as pussy-cream flowed down her thighs, and her ass-cheeks were flexing with each agonizing bite of a workman's teeth into her silky skin. Her tits were swollen with lust and she urged them toward the hordes of mouths that descended on them to bite and slobber, the hands that came to maul and twist. And she kissed the men back freely now, her tongue wrapping about the ones that invaded her mouth, her throat gulping down the spit that each man fed her.
"She's getting turned on," Mark observed from the sidelines. He was toying with Antonella's big tits while she stroked his cock. "Keep it up. Drive her out of her mind!"
Karen wondered crazily why Mark would tell them to do something that they'd already done. She wiggled her hips back and forth and wondered why all the men were so intent on hurting her. They bit her and slapped her and pinched her tender flesh. They twisted her from one side to the other as though she were a rag doll instead of a woman. Suddenly a man fastened his lips to her blonde cunt-hair and pulled out a thatch, causing Karen to shriek in anguish. Then they all began to bite out her pussy-fur.
Karen screamed in torment, her eyes opening wide, her face twisted into a mask of unbelievable pain. She jerked her body frantically against her bonds and threw her head from side to side. Each mouthful of cunt-hair that was ripped out of her sent a dagger of molten pain through her pussy. Her cunt went into seizures and spurted juice in an effort to ease the suffering. Her limber body contorted in its bonds as her satiny skin glistened with sweat.
Cocks began to appear around her, surrounding her sweat-drenched face, pointing like spears at her captive body. The men tilted the seesaw until they could rub their cocks over her pretty face. The man driving his tongue down her unresisting throat pulled away and immediately a dozen cocks smudged the caked red lipstick over her face.
Karen shut her mouth tight for an instant, terrified at the thought of all those cocks fighting for a spot inside her tiny throat, but then a man took another bite of her golden pussy-fur and Karen screamed. A cock slid into her mouth and almost instantly began to shoot.
Karen choked on the unexpected burst of jism. She tried to turn her head away from the spasming cock but the men saw what was happening and several of them grabbed her shining blonde hair and forced her face back around. The workman's cum filled Karen's mouth and trickled down her cheeks and chin. She tried to swallow it, but less got down her throat than slid over her upturned face. The men hooted and jeered, and as soon as the man had finished spurting, the jism he'd shot over her face was smeared in by a rush of hard male cock.
Most of Karen's cunt-hair was gone now, scattered on the floor of her office or over her trembling flesh. Her cunt-mound was red and bare and mouths were still working at it. Her pussy-juice was licked up almost as soon as she spurted it, so her crotch was kept clean in spite of her drooling cunt. Karen thought she was cumming but the pain and pleasure were so mixed up in her mind now that she wasn't really sure.