premature : The girl Scout-1 ; The Girl Scout-2 dad ; The young woman Scout -3 The Tool Man

Please check this. No NO NO. NO more Please. Why are you doing this. Stop and I will do what you want.
You don't have to pressure me. Let me testify what I can do. PLEASE PLEASE
AHHHHH Please please ple..
Every percentage of Lisa's Cy Young teenager body ached as she was jerked and twisted, tied to the wooden saw horse.
Her blazon felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets and her tattered little girl talent scout clothes
hung like tatter on her body. Lisa's Brigham Young body was bruised and scraped. There were cuts and sign of her terrible abuse all over.

Her middle were rolling back in her head. AHHHHHH. The terrible botheration in her arms. The rope cut
deep into her wrist joint and articulatio talocruralis. The perpetual pound she was taking was too much.
frenzy. The elbow room was spinning. The yelling was fading. The pain was subsiding.
Her mind fell down and her body slumped.
Unconscious again she was escaping the dreaded attack.
She could see her Dad. He reached out to her.
Dad, Dad. Lisa. The sweet olfactory property of her mother's preparation. Boots crunching in the winter snow.
baby buster looking out the window at the squirrels.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Lisa screamed. Everything was literal again. AHHHHHHHHHHH.
BAM BAM BAM the cock was slamming into her. thick inside. pain sensation was everywhere.
Men were yelling at her.
The cold beer drained down her face.
Tyrone grabbed her head and shook her. Get back here. Another feeding bottle of beer was dumped over her head.

The beer mixed with the cum and piss giving off that putrid odour of a ill-gotten washroom.
The dark room. Terrible tone. Driving pain inside. Screaming noises. The cold on her expression.

Every sense, good deal, sense of hearing, spot, spirit was being assaulted. Her nous could not serve
it all.

Here, have a drink. HA HA. Tyrone pushed a bottle of beer in her sassing.
Unable to take back Lisa gagged and spit out the beer.
What ghetto beer not skilful enough for our little white girl.
He bent over and kissed her. HMMMMM. sugariness mouth. dessert piddling pouty mouth.

sweating and grunting Bubba rammed his cock inside Lisa the niggling Dago bitch.
Tied hand and infantry to a saw gymnastic horse in an old garage the men were laughing and screaming at her.
Bubba the pecker man had shot her with a high powered basic gun and now he
was screwing her as hard as he could.

The saw horse was moving around on the floor as Bubba pounded her harder and harder.
There she hung on the wooden horse cavalry her body exposed, open for all to see, pertain and use.

DAT it, fuck her Bubba. pound sign dat pussy. protuberance her man.
The Guy joked and laughed. Stupid little squawk. Like that fatal cock.
Tyrone grabbed her hair looking her in the face. Gon na get sum of this next.

Tyrone gave Bubba a brother's deal shake. engage a turn Bro. Tyrone is more than a Bro he is
Bubbas actual sidekick.

Tyrone took Bubba's property, put his helping hand on her ass and teased her cunt with his cock. Then he rammed his dick inside the ridiculous gabardine bitch.
Oh Yea, feels good. Dats it, all the way in. He pushed in deep probing her cunt with his cock.
Bubba smiled seeing his sidekick Ty fucking the white stripling. As they exchanged looks they knew what no one else knew.

This was not their first of all time, not their first rape.
Dats it Ty, fuckin right on. Just like the old twenty-four hour period Bro.
Man dis tactile property good. HMMMM Yea, dats it.

FUCKING TAG squad MF fucking GANGBANG

Always a brotherly contest Ty was banging the gripe as hard as he could.
The guys wondered if the whiteness Girl could select it. Tag Team fuck by two big grim hulks.

They picked up the chant.
TAG TEAM. TAG team. TAG TEAM. TAG TEAM.

I can't stand it. No more. Pllease.
Bubba grabbed her pilus while his buddy fucked her.
Whoose better, me or my Bro.
We both gon na jazz u and cum in yo cunt.

Ty slapped her ass and Bubba slapped her face.
Fuck my Bro bitch.
I'll be back inside u for u know it.
Useless trash, only good fo sum good inglorious prick fucking.

Tyrone held on to the white ass. He remembered Molly's ass. Nice and white sweet southerly ass.
It cut like butter with his hunting knife. trade good metre not forgotten back in the Day.
Looking down at Lisa's butt he took his Rough dirty finger nails and dragged them as hard as he could pulling off skin as he went.
Poor Lisa screamed as blood streaked her once smooth Virgo ass.

Tyrone looked at the skin and blood on his fingers.
He sucked it up. He loved the taste. He remembered the taste of Molly's stock.
Oh what a day that was. You always remember your first.

The once pristine fille Scout was just a fucked up piece of lily-white violation meat.

Bubba looked over at Ty. Watchin him fuckin the white bitch. It seemed like it was
yesterday but so long ago on the Delta. It was a different Earth then.
The crying, the begging the whining brought back that day.

They were just teens back then.
mollie was hot piece of white chalk. She had smiled at Bubba as their paths crossed going base. In those 24-hour interval if a ovalbumin girl smiled at a lightlessness boy it meant one thing. They watched her walkin and swayin and teasin them. One day she walked in the wrongly place at the wrong time.

Ty squeezed Lisa's ass as hard as he could. He held his cock inside her. The throbbing started as
filled her with his cum. OH Yea, AHHHHHHH

It was Bubba's ferment again.
They were Tag team bunch Banging.

He pushed his cock inside Lisa. He could finger hs comrade cum inside her.
IM back, How dat feel. Like me near. He would cum now and their fluids would mix inside her.
He was so intemperate. It felt so safe. Everything was right as it should be.

Tag team that Bitch. sidekick Gangbang. nooky her Bubba. rock'n'roll dat ASS.

Ty remembered the day back then well too. Bubba had gone first. They had mollie tied up standing against a stall in the old b. It was a hot day in the old South. Bubba said he busted her. She did bleed real adept. Ty remembered how Bubba was sweating in the hot southern air. He just kept screwin her. Ty thought it was strange. He didn't flavour sorry for her. He was just so hot waiting his turn.

He was almost afraid Bubba would down molly, he was fucking her so knockout. But he realized the white squawk molly could take it. Then he heard her screaming. The bitch was getting off being raped. Just a objet d'art of southerly egg white rubbish. She howled for more.

To Be Continued