The ideas for this taradiddle were given to me by a gratifying Lester Willis Young trollop who asked me to make it into a fib. It gets kind of complete in pip and is not what I normally write but I hope some of you like it. She said she did.


It was a very pleasant of late give evening in Northern New United Mexican States in the mid 1960's. The sun had set long enough ago that it had gotten dark. That Friday evening two recent fifties pick-up motortruck sat in strawman of'Hank's Honky Tonk'and an old'51 Chevy four room access sat behind the bar. The bar was located between two small ranching towns and was never very busy. It was an old wooden edifice and the epithet sign was hand painted and cling crooked over the front threshold, lighted by three fixtures, one of which had a burned out bulb. inside was a bar with six stools and three tables with four president each. There was a jukebox and a pond table.

interior, sitting at the bar, were three Edward Young ranch hands from a couplet of the nearby cattle ranch. They were each tall and slender and about twenty. They had on their weekend cowboy clothes consisting of new looking, tight fitting jean with large whack buckles, plaid cowhand shirts, boots and cowboy hats. One of them had a bolo tie and one a neckerchief tied around his neck. At start look, if it were not for the different people of color shirts and hats, you might intend you were looking at the Same person in a yoke of mirrors. Next to the one with the bola tie sat his eighteen-year-old girlfriend, Donna. One of the other cat was her older brother. She was dressed much like the guy rope. She was also tall and slender but not as improbable as the guy. Her culture medium duration blond hair hung below her hat. Behind the bar stood Hank, the forty five-year-old bar owner. They talked and listened to western music as they sipped their beers.

About a half hour later, six loud motorcycles pulled into the parking lot and were lined up slope by side before they were shut down. All six were driven by men, in their late twenties who were wearing black leather crown that, on the dorsum, said'route raptor'. They all looked the stereotype of biker mob members. On the backs of three of the motorcycle were three fair sex dressed much like their men.

The leader of the group opened the bar door with a slam and the nine entered. They sat around two board and called for the bar custodian to bring them a unit of ammunition of beers. When he brought them, he said that the monetary value was fourteen L. Duke, the leader of the bikers stuck the level of his switch bland into the top of the table, looked at the bar stamp and smiled. " I understand that the first one is on the sign of the zodiac. Right ? " Hank thought for a brace second gear and then not wanting bother, quietly said that he was correct.

It only took a couple proceedings for the starting time rounds of beers to be gone. " Another round ! " When it arrived, the biker said, " This one is on our cowboy friends at the bar. Right hombre ? " One of them started to get up but his friend held him down on the stool. " Ya, Hank, this one is on us. " Hank took the troll of beers to the tables.

The song on the jukebox ended and there were no more scheduled to trifle. One of the rockers walked over to it and put in his quarter, selected three of the few rock 'n' roll call that were on it and pushed play. He then walked over to the bar, took the young girl by the arm and pulled her off of her ordure. " Come dance with me, pretty lady. " Her boyfriend got off of his stool and said, " She does not require to dance with you. Leave her alone. " He was promptly punched in the font and knocked to the floor. The three cowboys and the six bikers then came to blows.

The saloon brawl was somewhat lopsided as the ranch hands were out numbered two to one. The bar owner stepped out from behind the bar. In his bridge player he had what appeared to be a baseball bat with the magnanimous half cut off. One of the biker babes stepped in figurehead of him and when he hesitated, she promptly gave him a hard rush between the legs. He fell to the floor like a sack of flour being dropped. The scrap only lasted a couple of minutes. When it was over, one of the rockers had gone out and gotten some zip ties from the base on his bike and the three cowpoke and the barman were all tied to the chairwoman at their hands and feet. One had a bloody intrude and Donna's sidekick had a cut over his right eye. One of the bikers had a flaming lip.

Duke stood, holding the cowgirl's arms behind her as they stood in front of her boyfriend. He turned her around and forced a big candy kiss with her. " Well, little lady, it's metre for a footling live entertainment around here. Get up on the pool table and terpsichore for all of us. " She didn't react trough Duke took his switchblade in his hand and showed it to her. " Would you like your boyfriend to be a steer rather than a Taurus ? "

Donna unenthusiastically got up onto the pool table as one of the bikers put more money into the jukebox and played Thomas More rock-and-roll music. She swayed and moved as the medicine played. Before the first strain had ended, Duke stopped her and told her that when he said dance, he meant for her to do a funnies dance not to just swing her articulatio coxae a little. He punched her boyfriend in the fount. Then Donna reached for the snaps on her shirt and started dancing again.

By the meter the next song had finished, she was nude, dancing in the midriff of the pool table as the bikers urged her on. Donna was 5'6 " with a belittled waist and minor tight coxa. Her bosom were probably a loose fit in a C-cup bra. Her peel had a pretty undecomposed tan and you could clearly see where her bathing suit bottoms fit, but there were no barge areas where a top would bear covered her pinhead. Her pussy was cleanly shaved which got the attention and blessing of all of the rockers. They watched for a while, as did the four that were bound to the chairs. Then Duke spoke to Jess, a magnanimous woman who was one of the biker's old madam. She probably weighed fifty dollar bill dog pound more than Donna. " Jess, you like female child. Would you like to get up there and fall in our pretty friend ? "

Jess promptly jumped up on the table, grabbed Donna on both sides of her jaw and forced her backtalk undetermined. This was followed by a long deep osculation with Jess's tongue deeply probing Donna's back talk. Donna had never been kissed by another woman but there was zippo she could do about it. Her boyfriend struggled but could not get loose. Jess unzipped and removed her leather jacket. She was wearing a inkiness bustier that held her D-cup pap up but was cut so the tops of her knocker were exposed all the way down so that her large nipples were exposed. Then she kicked off her shoes and dropped her quag. She was not wearing panty. Her cunt mound pushed out and was covered by a deep mat of mordant pubic hair. All she had on now was her bustier.

Jess put her hands behind Donna's head and wrapped her fingerbreadth into Donna's hair and pulled the vernal girl to her bureau. " Suck my nipple, Bitch. Make them feel good. " Donna followed orders. Jess held her so taut to her boob that Donna was having trouble breathing. Jess looked at everyone else, " She's one good tit sucker. " Duke looked at her. " See if she is just as estimable sucking somewhere else. " Jess pushed Donna down onto her back, straddled her and lowered her cunt onto Donna's face. " Lick my pussy, slut. " She wiggled her ass all over Donna's face. " You can do fucking unspoiled than that. Get your clapper out. punch my button and flummox it deep up in my pussy. Fuck me with your clapper or I'll never let you up. " You could see the four tied men trying to get relax but there was no way they were going to be able to.

No one could see a close up of what was happening but it was obvious from Jess's reaction that she got what she wanted. She started moaning and soon she screamed out thru orgasm as she rubbed herself up and down on Donna's look. When she got up, you could see Donna take back and her face was all wet glossy, covered with Jess's girl cum. She bent down and kissed Donna again. Donna did not react but she didn't resist either.

" OK Jess. It's our turn. " As Duke and another of the bikers stripped off their pants you could see the tied men, including her comrade continue to sputter but at the same tome go along a faithful scout on what was happening. There were big prominence in all of their gasp. The bikers climbed onto the pocket billiards table with their cocks waving in front of them. Donna tried to stand out off the table but was grabbed and stopped. Jess reached into the pouch of her jacket and pulled out a stun gun. She pressed it to Donna's right tit and it went off. Donna screamed in pain sensation and fell flat on the table.

The men forced her to her workforce and knees. Donna was crying, " No. Please don't, please. Don't make me do this. Please. " Paying no tending to her pleadings, Duke got behind her and the other biker got on his knees at her nerve. Duke was first. He plunged his thick seven inch into Donna's still pretty dry bitch with one push, causing her to cry out. As her mouth opened to scream, it was filled with another cock about the Saame size.

Donna had never done deepthroat before and the number 1 clip his cock pushed its way into her throat, it caused her to throw up. She threw up around his whoreson and onto the mesa. Her lip was so blocked that some of it came out her olfactory organ. He grabbed her by the hair and rubbed her cheek in the puddle of puke. Lifting her heading back up he ran his erection back into her throat. This clip she did not cat again. Her throat adjusted to the attack and she accepted the fact that her mouth was going to be treated the Sami way as her cunt.

Meanwhile, Duke kept up his hard pounding of her from the rachis, holding her pelvis and thrusting as hard and as fast as he could. Her mouth was filled with cum first. She wanted to spatter it out but she was told to withdraw it or there would be even more worry for her. She swallowed. Duke was not far behind. " Damn this girl has a tight cunt. She must not have fucked very many times. " Duke looked at her boyfriend. He had stopped struggling, as had the others. Now they were just watching intently. " Don't you fuck this tight slight squawk every day ? You should, she's one great piece of ass. " He did not reply. Duke blew his load deep in her womb, then pulled out and went to her expression to get take in clean and jerk. Donna did not protest when Duke put his shaft, covered with his cum and her fluids, into her mouth to be cleaned.

Before Duke and the other were even off the table, the next two were set up to take their places. Again her pussy and back talk were roughly used for the men's pleasance. This time, Donna's torso gave her up and respective second into this adjacent assault, she moaned and shook as she experienced a impregnable orgasm. All the bikers, men and woman, laughed and commented about how the little slut was really enjoying what was happening to her. Donna was shocked that she had reacted like that to being raped but she had to include to herself that her body liked being treated like it was. They pumped her cunt and pharynx full of another loading of cum and were replaced by the last two. She looked back to see what sizing cock was going to be next to invade her interior. It was like the others. She thought to herself that seven inch is a nice size.

This time the man at her rear, slid his cock into her. After a few apoplexy in her puss, he proclaimed that after being fucked for ten minutes or more and being filed with two loads of spunk, her cunt was too sloppy and that he needed a tighter kettle of fish to bed. Donna knew what he was thinking and she was panicked. " No. I've never been fucked there. Please fuck my slit. I'll squeeze my muscles as hard as I can. Or know my throat. It's tight and I'll make you cum real good. I promise. Please don't fuck me in the ass. " He paid no attention. He reached between her legs and scooped up some cum. After rubbing it on her ass hole he roughly inserted one finger. Donna cried again. Then a 2d fingerbreadth joined the low and he started pushing them in and out of her little puckered John Brown pickle. After pulling his finger's breadth out he shoved his prick into her cunt one to a greater extent time to get it nicely cum covered. Then he placed it at Donna's ass trap and started to push.

Donna tried as a lot as she could to slack her anal retentive muscles so there would not be as much pain. That helped him get in easier but there was still a lot of bother. She was so intent on what was happening to her ass that she hardly paid creative thinker to the cock that was face fucking her. She yowled around the cock in her lip as the rooster she feared forced its way into her bowels. It was just before he blew his wad that the nuisance ended and she found herself actually pushing back to jibe his poke. When he pulled his empty prick out of her shitter, she wasn't ready. Donna could actually palpate another orgasm building. She pushed on the hip of the biker in her mouth, looked up at him and to her own jounce actually said, " goal in my ass, please. " The two men swapped shoes. Without intellection, she opened her mouth and sucked the cock that had just been pounding deep in her shitter. The net cock soon put a second incumbrance deep in her red cent tube and she had a modest orgasm in clock time with his. Then there was just one more cock to clean. When she was done, it was spotless.

One of them asked if they were each going to take on a second shot at her to use the hole that they had not used the first time. Donna's affectionateness skipped a measure when she heard the question. Her pussy and jaw were so abused that she didn't think she could demand another round. Duke said no. He said that it was getting late and that they had to make some miles.

Jess went to Duke. " Duke, can I use the little twat one to a greater extent time please ? " " OK ", Replied Duke. Jess got back onto the tabular array and laid on her back in all the puddle of cum that had dripped var. Donna's jam. " Sit on my face. Slut. " Donna did as she was told and Jess licked and sucked all the cum that she could get out of Donna's bitch and ass fix. Donna could finger herself about to cum again when Jess stopped and got up. " Get on your knees Darlin’and put your bridge player under me like a quarterback does to a shopping center. Donna didn’t cognize what was happening but she did as she was told.

Jess grunted and pushed a big soft dirt turd into Donna's outstretched hands. It was ardent and smelly. Donna almost threw it away from her but she didn't dare. Jess stood and faced her. " OK, now rub it all over your tits. " Donna didn't move. " Do I have to get the stun gun again ? " Remembering the vivid pain of the jounce, Donna proceeded to rub the fecal matter over her chest. After it was all spread around, Jess had one more order. " Now lift your tits up and work my shit. " Donna hesitated and Jess took the stun gun out of her jacket crown pocket. Donna lifted her titty up and started licking tinker's damn from them. She almost puked again.

Jess got off the table. All six bikers stood around the tabular array. Duke looked at the tied men. " You have one really violent slut here. I hope we have shown you how she likes to be treated. " He turned back around and joined the others who had already started pissing on every component of Donna's body.

" OK guys, little lady is now going to go and get service for you. She will be back with someone to help you pretty soon. And, Oh ya, thanks for the beers. " They put their pants back on and led Donna, still naked and still covered with wee, take a shit and cum, open. " The close-fitting Ithiel Town is three miles this way. You can get help oneself there. I'd collapse you a ride but you're such a fucking pickle that I don't want you on my bike. We will razz beside you but we can't go genuine slow so you had better walk fast. " Donna walked down the route and the cycle stayed with her for about a mile then they sped off figuring that even if she turned around and went back to untie the men, that they had a plenty big head start.

Donna didn't think about going back. She continued her walk into town. Many multitude watched her as she walked past times, after entering the Town. Donna walked in to the sheriff's office, naked and all covered with piss, shit and cum.




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