As she rubbed them over her cheeks, both began to jerk, and her face was hosed with another twin burst of fuck-slime.
She dragged the cocks over her face, rubbing their cum into a sheen on her features. Old jism mixed with new, the mixture at once crusty and sticky and wet. The man forcing her to suck him came in her mouth and Karen let his jism bubble down her throat and out the corners of her lips.
Lindy cursed her as he came, and he pulled his cock out of the upturned, drooling mouth of her cunt to let his jism burn down onto her helpless face. The man fucking her ass kept his cock inside her, but her ass-chute was already so full of jism that the fresh load squirted back out of her asshole and dribbled between her ass-cheeks and down her back. Her cunt was leaking cum, too, drooling it down over the stinging flesh of her freshly denuded cunt and and the trembling firmness of her stomach.
A man stepped in to take over for the workman who'd cum in Karen's ass, and two men bent her knees over their thrusting cocks. While Lindy still blocked the way to her cunt, letting his jism drool onto her pretty, slimy face, all three of the men orgasmed.
The men fucking behind her knees coated her legs with a silvery sheen that dripped down her body. The man in her ass blasted so strongly into her asshole that it felt like she was receiving a cum-wad enema.
When he pulled out of her, he looked for a clean spot to rub his cock off on, but there was none. Karen's whole body was covered with the cum-juice of the plant's work force.
"Sleazy harlot!" Lindy shouted down into Karen's bleary, uncomprehending face. "Corrupted, slovenly slut! Have you had enough?"
Karen felt a new cock sliding into her reamed out ass and tried to make sense of what the funny old man was screaming at her. She thought she recognized him, a skinny old man named Lindy who'd helped run who'd helped run somebody's plant for them. Karen wasn't sure anymore. She wished that she could answer him. And her cunt was itching so badly.
She couldn't squeeze her asshole or cunt around the cocks that speared inside her anymore. She guessed that they were tired out. She hope that it wouldn't make the men so bored that they'd stop fucking her, because they hadn't scratched half her itch yet. And her tongue and lips felt numb and slimy and tired, but she hoped more of them would fuck her throat because she wanted to drink some more cum.
"I asked you a question, whore!" Lindy thundered. He held his fat, limp cock toward her gasping, mired face. "Have you had enough? Do you want some more?"
"If her slut's ears are filled with cum, let us clean them out!" Lindy made the pronouncement, and then he began to hose his piss directly into the maddened blonde's cum-encrusted face.
"All right, Lindy!" one man shouted. "Drink piss, you whore!"
"Yeah!" another man added. "So much for you and your fucking high-class old man. Now you're getting a jism facial and a piss shower to wash it off in. How you like it, bitch?"
"More!" Karen screamed, writhing free of the man who was fucking her ass. As she squirmed away from him across the floor, his cock jerked wildly and he began to cum.
His jism spotted the already soiled curve of her ass.
"Fuck me, suck me, piss on me, beat me! Please do something, damn you. Do something!"
"I'll do something," a man laughed, stepping closer to her frenzied body and pulling out his cock. "I'll piss on you, just like old Lindy. Maybe that'll cool your hot ass down!"
"Yes!" Karen hissed, clawing at her battered, reddened tits with her fingernails and bucking off the floor, her cunt-lips snapping open and shut. "Piss on me! All of you, more of you, all of you. Everybody, piss on the whore! Piss on the slut!"
Dozens of the men stepped forward to do as Karen begged, but even more simply stood in awe of the fiery lust that possessed the blonde widow.
She writhed like a tortured snake beneath the torrent of piss, her slick, wetted thighs rubbing together, one hand tearing at her tits while the other tore at her cunt.
Lindy's piss hadn't been enough to penetrate all the layers of jism that caked Karen's face, but as more men stepped up to help, the slime sloughed away, revealing the whip-welted, sensual face of the demented blonde. Even Antonella and Mark were shocked at the intensity of her orgasm.
Karen undulated across the wood floor, unmindful of the chafing of the rough wood against her tender skin, her mouth gaping open so that she could catch the maximum amount of piss.
She dug her fist into her cunt and began to fist-fuck herself, and then she bent over and began to force her other hand up the tighter channel of her ass. As the gallons of piss rained down atop her, Karen tumbled head over heels across the floor, fucking her hands into her pussy and asshole at the same time.
"Fuck boss!" one of the men gasped. "What kind of whore is this?"
"The best kind," Mark answered drily, pulling his cock from Antonella's cunt so that they could both save their orgasm for the beautiful blonde. "The kind who takes everything she can, more than she can. The kind who'll eat your shit and thank you for beating her for it."
The men followed Karen, laughing at her as they pissed on her lust-wracked body. They spit on her and called her names and kicked her when she floundered too close to a corner. Men jerked off over her body and watched their cum being washed away by the piss that splattered down from every direction.
Men leaned over so that they could piss straight into her gasping mouth and they kicked Karen in her tits or head when she couldn't swallow it all and coughed acrid yellow piss out through her nose. Finally they tilted her up on her knees and shoulders so they could whip her while she fucked her fists into her ass and cunt.
Mark watched it all with a smile. Karen's ass waved wildly back and forth as whips flickered pain across the welted, tawny cheeks. Her cunt and asshole were both distended insanely by the penetrations of her fists and she seemed intent on driving them farther inside her with each new thrust. A man dropped down to sit on the floor in front of her and she took his cock into her mouth without hesitation. A moment later his piss began to bubble out of her nose and seep from the corners of her lips but she didn't pull her head away. Mark's smile grew with every contraction of her throat as she drank the man's piss.
Karen was smiling too, smiling madly with the fuck-lust that had driven her mad. She pounded her fists into her cunt and asshole and drank down the piss the man was shooting into her throat. She wriggled her hips against the lashes that were being welded by the workmen behind her.
And she came. And she came. Her orgasms were never ending. Each one was stronger than the last. It was like one eternal, ever-increasing orgasm. Karen didn't ever want it to end. And when the man who'd pissed down her throat began to fuck her pissy mouth in earnest, her smile grew even wider.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen was sitting atop a cock now, too tired to move. Five cocks speared toward her face and she switched from sucking one cock to another. A lot of the workmen had gone home over the hours since Karen's mass abuse had begun, but a lot more had stayed. Karen wasn't sure what time it was, but the light that had been slanting into the room from outside had vanished a long time ago. It seemed to Karen that it must be very close to morning, but she really wasn't sure. She guessed it shouldn't matter much to her what time it was anymore. It was always time for cock.
A man groaned as he pulled Karen's unresisting mouth over the fat bulb head of his prick. Her thick red lipstick smeared obscenely over the vein-lined stalk of his cock and he moaned again at the sight. How many times had Antonella replaced the blush on her cheeks, the eyeshadow over her eyes, the lipstick on her trembling lips? Karen wasn't sure she remembered anymore. She knew she'd had five trips to the tub, but that had been for the men more than her. She couldn't stink too bad and she had to look pretty.