Gwengoolie Gangbang

"Gwengoolie Gangbang"

by J. D. Savanyu

Gwengoolie acted in her usual creepy-sexy-funny way at a Chicago studio, taping the latest episode of "House of Svengoolie" with two other costumed characters inspired by classic horror movies. Her real name was Sarah Palmer, and she was actually a natural redhead beneath a puffy black Vampira-style wig with green highlights. The heir apparent to the legendary Svengoolie was gaining many (mostly male) fans with sexy pseudo-goth charisma. Like a toned-down, much younger version of Elvira, Mistress of The Dark. But when the cameras weren't rolling, she was just as wild and slutty as that other GILF horror host.

"Were you thrilled by 1933's The Invisible Man?" Gwengoolie beamed toward a television camera, wiggling her wide hips and thrusting out her big DDD breasts, half-revealed above a tight black Morticia Addams-esque dress. "Did the suspense-filled writing and cutting-edge special effects have you on the edge of your seat, pulse pounding, jumping at every shadow in your living room? In that case, you'll be... mildly entertained by The Invisible Man Returns."

A soundboard controller played a comical wonk-wonk trombone sound on an overhead speaker, setting a satirical vibe. Gwengoolie gave a brief summary of that crass, poorly written 1940 sequel, interspersed with sarcastic remarks from herself and her male co-hosts Nostalgiaferatu and IMP (Ignatius Malvolio Prankenstein.)

"Hey Gwengoolie, I wish I was invisible too," Nostalgiaferatu interjected toward the camera, holding an unlit gothic candelabra below his weird bat-like face with pointy ears. Paying homage to the 1922 silent movie Nosferatu and the 2024 remake.

"You're a vampire, so you're halfway invisible already. Nobody can see your reflection in a mirror."

"I wish I was fully invisible so I could try on swim trunks at Wal-Mart, even when the line for the dressing room is really long or the locks are broken on the doors. They usually are broken," he remarked with dry deadpan wit.

"You'd still get arrested for public nudity, because everyone could still see your clothes coming off."

"I'd make a break for it before those Paul Blart Wal-Mart cops could catch my bad invisible self. Running across the ginormous parking lot like Will Ferrell in Old School. 'Let's go streaaaaking!'"

"Let's move along, shall we?" Gwengoolie grunted with an indignant eye roll. She gave a brief summary of that Universal film, and then she beamed: "Submitted for your approval, here's The Invisible Man Returns."

"Oooh, 'submitted for my approval.' I love The Twilight Zone," IMP interjected in a shrill hillbilly tone. He looked and acted like the demonic love child of Fran Drescher and Pee-Wee Herman. Gwengoolie rolled her eyes in his direction.

"Me too, but this movie isn't nearly as good as that TV classic," she muttered awkwardly.

"If anyone actually invented an invisibility serum, they'd probably get stuck in the Twilight Zone," IMP continued.

"If you dorks don't shut your traps, I'll knock both of you into the twilight zone."

"Yes ma'am, Miss Gwen. Or Miss Goolie," Nostalgiaferatoo whimpered.

"Miss Goolie? I like the sound of that," she beamed, teasing her fake black 1960's pin-up girl hairdo.

"Good golly Miss Goolie," IMP snickered. Their opening comedy skit concluded, making way for the opening credits of The Invisible Man Returns, featuring Vincent Price in his silver screen debut. Two hours later, the ghoulish Sven Squad finished filming their interstitial segments. Sarah Palmer sighed loudly and marched off the set, wishing Rich Koz would retire his Svengoolie character and let her take the spotlight. The hot studio lights made her big puffy wig rather uncomfortable, so she ripped it off and let her sexy red bangs fall around her big pale tits. Admired by every straight guy in the Windy City and far beyond. Many pierced and tattooed lesbians also gawked at her stunning gothic beauty. Bringing youthful vitality and erotic je nais sais quoi to the tired, worn-out classic horror fandoms.

Gwengoolie stepped out to a gorgeous summer afternoon in downtown Chicago, with a steady light breeze blowing off Lake Michigan. She hopped in her gleaming new BMW and floored the accelerator onto Interstate 290, looking forward to a crazy night full of wild sex with hot Tinder dudes.

It was the one year anniversary of landing her first big gig as Gwengoolie, so she had something really special planned for tonight. A freaky RPG gangbang that was brewing for years in her naughty imagination, while doing many photo shoots in sexy vintage costumes as "Pin-Up Palmer." She stopped at a highway rest area and messaged her freaky swinger friends on Tinder, telling them she was on her way to their meet-up spot. Making sure they were ready to show her "a damn good spooky time."

"You bet your sweet ass, you busty goth skank," remarked Gravewax666.

"Can't wait to pound your undead pussy," added AliceCocker.

"About to get freaky with a spooky little ghoul like you," DickBush96 chimed in.

"We'll give you an orgy for the ages. The Dark Ages," remarked HornyBatFromHell.

Gwengoolie raced out of the rest area, tingling eagerly between her legs. She loved getting dominated and gangbanged by random men all over the world, but now she was really upping the ante. An hour later, she veered off I-88 and cruised down a scenic back road in Illinois hick country. The lack of urban distractions plunged her deeper into fantasy mode, recalling a classic low-budget movie that really turned her on to horror. The original Night Of The Living Dead from 1968, set at a remote farmhouse during an unexplained zombie outbreak. She was amazed at how well the cast and crew performed on a shoestring budget (barely enough money to buy makeup for convincingly putrefied walking corpses.)

She turned south on Coon Creek road, a narrow backwater lane with lots of trees and cornstalks and hardly any houses. Picturing undead hillbillies strumming banjos on front porches of old crumbling manor houses. Demonic eyes leering outward, eager to engage in more blood-curdling terror against clueless city slickers.

Gwengoolie pulled over and sent another text message to the guys, telling them she was almost there. Five minutes later, she pulled onto a long gravel driveway off Coon Creek road and slowed her BMW to 5 MPH, passing the point of no return. The game was now afoot, channeling her inner Janet Weiss from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. She stopped her car halfway down the mile-long wooded driveway, pretending to have a flat tire just like in the opening scene of that cult classic musical. Hopping out of the driver's seat while moaning pathetically, pretending to be in a tizzy about her fake car trouble.

"Somebody help me, I have a flat tiiiiiire!" she shrieked like that douchebag GEICO gecko. Her shrieking was answered by wolf-like howling in the nearby woods. She moaned louder like a pathetic housewife, getting deeper into character. Heavy footsteps resounded in the thick forest, followed by vicious snarling. Something pounced outward toward that hot horror host, but it wasn't a wolf. It was a werewolf, looking exactly like Lon Chaney Jr. in The Wolf Man from 1941. Gwengoolie yelled convincingly at that classic Universal monster, and ran toward the distant farmhouse with the cliche slow wobbly girlish gait of a scream queen. Sarah was a volleyball star in high school and college, so she could run a lot better than that.

She huffed and puffed and groaned in terror while rounding a curve in the gravely lane. She heard feline roaring in the dense midwestern forest, like the mountain lions she used to hear at night during girl scout camping trips. Another vintage movie monster soon burst out of the forest, but she already knew what it was going to be. The Sleepwalker werecat creature from Stephen King's Sleepwalkers. Snarling viciously at her through a grotesque cougar mask, waving his long fake claws. Prompting more theatrical screaming from Pin-Up Palmer.

She ran girlishly around another gravelly curve, and then she was confronted by the original Nosferatu, right out of a black-and-white Roaring 20's classic. Much scarier than her goofy TV sidekick Nostalgiaferatu. The bat-like monster with long fake claws hissed menacingly and chased her slowly. The Sleepwalker and Wolf Man lumbered close behind, biding their time, waiting until they got to the farmhouse to "catch" their "prey."

The driveway dipped down and followed a small lake. Gwengoolie pretended to trip over a branch, conveniently falling into a puddle just like every sexy bitch in every goddamn horror movie. Following the script to the letter. She wiped the mud off her Vampira dress and saw another monster emerging from the lake. The Swamp Thing from Swamp Thing, Wes Craven's first low-budget production before he created the iconic Freddy Krueger. A body-building Tinder dude in a green scaly wetsuit and a mutated amphibian mask.

The Swamp Thing growled at her with a deep manly voice, and she hightailed it uphill. Screaming her lungs out like Judith O'Dea in Night of The Living Dead, with no neighbors around to hear her in the middle of nowhere. Fake fear really turned Gwengoolie on just as much as real fear, getting her pussy nice and wet beneath her muddy dress. Eager to get hammered and facialized by four well-hung beasts.

A hundred year-old farmhouse soon came into view, and she made a beeline toward the front porch. The silver screen monsters kept chasing her slowly but surely, right up to the doorstep.

"Is anybody here? Oh god, please help me!"

The teleworking cryptocurrency jockeys who owned the seven hundred acre estate were currently away on a European vacation, renting their empty house out on Airbnb. Sipping sangria on a nude beach in Ibiza, blissfully unaware of the freaky shit about to go down in their swanky country manor.

The monsters were closing in, so Sarah ran inside and cowered in a corner of the living room, bracing herself for the inevitable. Wolf Man, Sleepwalker, Nosferatu and Swamp Thing converged on their sexy whimpering victim, snarling comically like the zombies in Michael Jackson's Thriller video.

"My-my, what big tits you have, Gwengoolie," Wolf Man remarked in his normal sleazy voice.

"All the better for us to eat," Swamp Thing snickered in his normal voice, gazing down at her with hungry eyes.

"Shit, man, that Elvira wannabe is hot as fuck," Sleepwalker grunted like a frat boy.

"Even hotter than The Mistress of The Dark. I'd rather watch her than that fat old Svengoolie dork," Nosferatu quipped.

"It's feeding time, boys! A-wooooo!" Wolf Man howled like Warren Zevon in Werewolves of London. They pounced on her with savage erotic energy, literally ripping her Sven Squad costume off her lean buxom Instagram model body. Nothing but skimpy pink PINK panties underneath, which they shredded like starving pumas. (Good thing she remembered to bring her suitcase along with spare lingerie, gym shorts and a Chicago Blackhawks jersey.)

Sleepwalker yanked his long thick prick out of his surreal furless werecat costume and shoved it against Gwengoolie's black lipsticked lips.

"Eat it, goth bitch! Suck my big kitty cock!"

She whimpered with more fake fear, but gladly obeyed his order. Whipping her spooky head back and forth on his monster manhood, moaning loudly and slurping disgustingly.

"Fuck yeah, Pin-Up Palmer. I bet you sucked Svengoolie's dick just as hard to get that job."

"Fuck that corny old fart," Swamp Thing growled. "She's gonna like my young vampire rod a lot better."

He shoved her up on all fours and slammed his ten inch pole up her tight dripping twat. Crashing his muscular green hips against her white heart-shaped ass over and over, recoiling her black lipsticked mouth back and forth on Sleepwalker's dick. He pulled back a minute later and slapped her creepy-sexy face with both hands.

"I know you like it rough, Goolie."

"I love it rough! Fucking choke me with that big fucking werecat dick!" she growled on the hardwood floor. Swamp Thing grabbed her Vampira-style wig and slammed his stick right down her throat. He kept face-fucking her balls-deep, gagging her like a machine gun while Sleepwalker slammed her from behind.

It felt so fucking good getting roughed up by sleazy dudes from the darkest corners of the internet, making her feel so alive while playing an undead glam princess. Her big tits swung wildly like udders with each heavy thrust. She reached down and worked her clit just as eagerly, quickly reaching a massive orgasm. Screaming with a mouthful of meat, squirting like hell on the shiny waxed floor of those clueless crypto hipsters.

"God damn, Gwen," Wolf Man chortled nearby, watching the action while stroking his own huge cock. "You squirt like a motherfucker."

"Like a female Swamp Thing," Nosferatu remarked on the other side of the action.

"Change up, boys!" Wolf Man barked. "Let the old black-and-white monsters have a crack at her."

"Fine, whatever," Sleepwalker growled. They reluctantly pulled out of Pin-Up Palmer, and the other two hunks swooped right in. Wolf Man tossed her busty body onto a leather sofa and rammed his epic penis all the way up her epic vagina, making her squeal even louder. Nosferatu hopped onto the sleek cowhide and squeezed his bigger beef through her tight anal sphincter.

"Just like that, bat boy! Screw the shit out of me, like Popeye the Sailor Man."

"Shut the fuck up, you smart-ass fame whore!" Nosferatu growled like a demon. He spanked her ass viciously while screwing her senseless. Wolf Man pounded her pussy with equal enthusiasm, howling like Lon Chaney Jr.

"Howl to the moon, Wolf Man!" Swamp Thing cheered from the sidelines. "Fuck that hot bitch like a damsel in distress."

"The next Elvira needs a little hazing before she can join The Midnight Society."

"I love that show too. Are You Afraid of the Dark?"

"I ain't fraid of nothin, bro," Swamp Thing beamed. He hopped on the other end of the smooth shiny leather couch and plunged his prick deep in Gwengoolie's mouth, gagging her brains out while the other guys double-penetrated her caves like Psycho Klowns From Outer Space.

"They left me with no choice, Gwen. I gotta fuck your big vintage honkers," Wolf Man remarked. He straddled her chest, squeezed her DDD's against his thick shaft with furry paws with fake claws, and titty-fucked her like hell. They fucked and gagged her relentlessly in ten different positions for twenty straight minutes, somehow managing to hold back their loads.

"Holy shit boys, you're so fucking good! Way better than my last gangbang with the Blackhawks, right after they beat the Blues."

"Those hockey bums have sucked balls ever since Patrick Kane skipped town," Nosferatu grunted while pounding her shithole in the missionary position. He spanked her pale rump even more, making her moan even louder.

"This horror bitch has a high pain threshold. Let's tie her up like a witch, and whoop her like hell."

"Fuck yeah, bat boy," Swamp Thing replied eagerly. "I'm in a real kinky mood in this creepy farmhouse."

That green frog-man picked up Gwengoolie and hauled her out to the back porch with a great view of a wooded valley in a glorious sunset. He set her down next to a hammock. They pulled off the rope bed and bound her to the metal platform, using a bunch of ropes that the previous non-teleworking owner used on his horses. Suspending her horizontally from bound wrists and ankles, laughing evilly like Vincent Price in The Pit and The Pendulum.

"There you go, you naughty mall goth twat," Sleepwalker growled, waving his feline claws menacingly. "All tied up and nowhere to go."

"Shut up and whip my pussy, pussy!"

"Yes ma'am, Miss Goolie."

He grabbed a genuine leather riding crop from the previous owner's collection and lashed her puffy pink clit with a loud crisp thwack!

"Oooh fuuuck!" Gwengoolie groaned delightfully, wiggling her naked body awkwardly while hanging like a slaughtered hog. "Make it hurt so good, you Tinder freaks!"

The other three cosplay hunks attacked her sensitive flesh with various barnyard implements, roaring like classic horror monsters and jerking off with their free hands. Swamp Thing struck her right breast with tack rope while Sleepwalker lashed her left breast with a bullwhip (designed for actual bulls, not one of those shoddy chinese kink. com toys.)

"You fucking deserve this, Pin-Up Palmer!" Wolf Man growled while pummeling her pussy with a heavy leather saddle strap. "We're breaking your wild spirit, you slutty little pony."

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"Shit, shit, shiiit! Don't fucking stop!" Gwengoolie wailed in masochistic rapture. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum so harrrrrAAAAAAA-HA-HAAAA!"

She squirted massively once again, shooting a clear geyser six feet across the porch and into a red buckeye bush, disturbing a chirping cricket.

"Naughty girly Gwengoolie, wetting your bed yet again," Nosferatu cackled grimly, wiggling his pointy vampire ears. "We better spank some sense into you."

He flipped her over like a human hammock, and they all whipped her backside with more macho aggression. Covering her ghost-white flesh with awesome pink stripes, driving her utterly insane.

"Fuck yeah, spank the shit out of me! Teach me to be a good fucking girl!"

"You'll never be a good girl, you evil cunt!" Sleepwalker snarled. He spanked the lower part of her ass even harder, over and over, bringing her to yet another fire hydrant climax.

"Shit, man, I'm tired of watching that bitch squirt," Swamp Thing grunted. "I'm gonna blow my load, all over her hot vampire face."

"Gimme your fucking splooge, you green freak," Gwengoolie growled, making everyone giggle. Swamp Thing straddled her busty chest like a stallion and aimed his huge cock right between her anime eyes, pumping frantically.

"Call me your Big Easy Daddy, bitch!"

"You're my Big Easy Daddy, baby," she cooed sweetly, batting her long dark falsie eyelashes.

"Hoo-waa! Hoo-waa! HoowwwwwUUUUUUUHHH! FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Swamp Thing soaked her glam goth face with a gallon of hot creamy jizz. She stuck her tongue way out, savoring her bitter reward, eager to taste much more.

"Get the fuck off her, froggie!" Sleepwalker growled like a werecat, shoving Swamp Thing off Gwengoolie. He pounced on her boobs and blasted her face with another big wad, wailing like an alleycat in heat.

"Yeaaaaah!!! Fucking biiiiiiiiiiitch!" he roared triumphantly, slapping her sploogy cheeks with furless fake-clawed paws. Wolf Man was next in line. He assumed the standard bukkake pose, growling like a guard dog while jerking like a Hell's Angel at a roadside orgy.

"There's a full moon tonight, bee-atch! I transformed into a beast, and now I'm hungry for your blood!"

He sprayed her with white cum instead of sucking her red blood, howling triumphantly toward a bright yellow disk in the starry sky. Whipping his big dick back and forth to soak her completely, sending warm ripples of submissive pleasure throughout her bound suspended body.

"Good doggie," Gwengoolie groaned deliriously. "Tying up your mistress and giving her a big treat."

Nosferatu was the last guy in line. He straddled her well-endowed chest and leered at her bright green eyes a creepy smile on his horrid hell-bat face. Stroking his rabid vampire prick at a rapid clip.

"Riddle me this, Gwengoolie. What's the difference between jelly and jam?"

"Beats me, bat boy," she snickered.

"I can't jelly my cock down your throat."

He grabbed her head with both hands and jammed his huge nail right down her throat. Pumping as fast as he could, gagging her gloriously.

"Fuck yeah, you crazy classic skank! Keep making those funny noises on your sidekick's prick!"

Drool oozed out of her tightly stretched lips, pooling on the porch floor as he reamed her piehole relentlessly. A big bulge jutted right above her voice box with every thrust, literally silencing her savage fellation. He finally pulled out a minute later.

"Here comes my jelly, Goolie!"

He sprayed another gallon on every square inch of her face and hair. Growling and hissing ferociously, just like the original Nosferatu would have if he was in a "talkie" movie.

"God damn, Pin-Up Palmer," Wolf Man uttered dreamily nearby. "Look at all that gack on your face. You're a nasty fame whore!"

"Whatever it takes to shatter the glass ceiling," she remarked with a sly grin on her creamy lips.

"The ratings will go way up when you finally get Svengoolie's job," Swamp Thing said.

"Damn right," Gwengoolie beamed proudly. "Guys can't get enough of my classy creepiness."

"A classy creepy vixen, hanging like a hammock," Nosferatu snickered. "You better hope none of your dirty pics and videos wind up on the interwebs."

"That'll probably make me more famous, like a gothy Paris Hilton."