the gangbang continues...

I couldn't believe it. They didn't relent. I was covered in tingly cum, and being stretched wide. The ones who had spent their seeds in me lay on the ground, groaning a little less painfully. Their bodies jerked as if hit with a quick bolt of electricity. Cocks slid in and out of me. There had to be at least eight of them. My shirt was in tatters. My breasts slick with the jism that ran down my neck. I was bounced back and forth, up and down. The obscene grinding on my young, pale body disturbed me the most of all. The one fucking my pussy filled me up again. He fell backward with a loud moan/ groan. A rope of the cum hit my new tattoo, and it felt like it was on fire. I tried to stand, but cold, big hands grabbed my hips and slammed me backwards onto another thrusting cock. There were only two left, or so I thought.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Vance stop twitching. His cock hardened again, and he clumsily stood up. He shuffled over to me, and pushed the one fucking my cum-filled cunt over. I groaned as I felt a second cockhead try to **** itself into my abused hole. Tears ran down my cheeks as inch by inch, he **** himself inside me. My walls were stretched and started to bleed. They savagly pounded into me again and again. Cum filled my mouth once more, and I barely had to time to gasp before the next one found my pouty lips and slid inside.

I nearly passed out. Through the fuck-haze, I saw my father turn from the corner. His eyes were blank, his cock erect. I clamped my eyes shut, and wished that they would just kill me. He held a hammer in his hand...