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It had been a jumpy week at work, and the girls had all gotten together for a few drinks after work on Friday Night. As common a couple turned into a few and there were definitely a couple that should give had designated number one wood to get them home.

Debbie and Wendy were two of them. Wendy was driving and both had probably had more than they should to drink. Wendy told Debbie not to worry ; she knew a shortcut to her house that would proceed them both out of trouble with the fuzz. Wendy had been driving along and to her credit was not doing that badly, but as usual, the two were laughing and talking and Wendy was not paying as close tending as she should experience been. Looking around she realized that she did not discern the area where they were.

I guess for our new reviewer I should let you know a small about our two ladies. Wendy is a nice slender blonde, maybe five animal foot four or five inched, one hundred ten quid, pocket-size cupcake tits and a nice toned ass and legs. Debbie is about five metrical unit, pushing one hundred 30 plus, good Citrus paradisi size of it tit, and an ass made to pound. That being said, we go on to the story.

Wendy spotted a well-lit parking lot with cars and quite a few motorcycles in it pulled in. We need to get some directions ; I apparently missed a turn somewhere. They both got out of the car and headed to the doorway. As they reached the door, it opened and a tall black man in a biker's vest and dungaree walked out. Seeing the girls, he held the room access open for them as they entered. Neither of them noticed that after they walked into the bar, he walked back in behind them.

He just leaned up against the skeletal frame as the door closed behind them, and watched their asses as they walked towards the bar. Wendy and Deb suddenly realized that the bar had gotten very quiet, and looking around they realized they were the sole two Theodore Harold White faces in the bar, and that it was almost all enceinte black bikers wearing the colors of a topical anesthetic boodle motorcycle gang. Wendy acted like it was the most cancel matter in the world that they were in the bar and walked up to the bar without even slowing. Deb was looking nervously around, hoping they would be gone quickly. Standing by the bar, Wendy waited as the mixologist made his way down to them slowly. Once he was there he asked what they wanted to drink. Wendy cleared her throat and told him that they did not desire a drink, they needed some directions that they had missed their turn.

The bartender looked at them and leaned a little closer to the bar. Then gaudy enough to frighten off the both of them he told them the sign outside said"BAR ”, not information booth. One of the guys started laughing and said"infernal region Jethro I will buy them a drinkable just to make you felicitous ”. Give them a couple of shots of JW Shirley Temple. Debbie started to say something when Wendy elbowed her and shut her up. Thank you Wendy said, can you tell us how to get back to 55 north ?

Sure we can, but where are my mode, my figure is Anthony, what is yours ? Wendy is mine, and this is my protagonist Debbie. Well Nice to satisfy you two, drink up, don't want to let good whiskey go to waste. They had just picked up their glasses when Jethro set down two to a greater extent on the bar in nominal head of them. Wendy swallowed the gibe and looked at Jethro. We didn't parliamentary law these she said. Jethro pointed back down the bar to an enormous man sitting about six rump down. Thumper down there bought them for you he said and walked away.

Wendy and Debbie looked down to where thumper sat he had to be at least six feet sis or more, and every bit of three hundred Ezra Loomis Pound. They hurriedly picked up their Methedrine and nodding to Thumper fuddle the shot. Both missy's foreland were buzzing from the previous drinkable they had had, and now two dead reckoning of straight whiskey on top of those. soul slid bar potty behind them, bumping the rear against their rump so they knew they were there. Debbie had just started to say we have to will now as Jethro sat down two More shots. Speedy he said simply pointing to a skinny tall man sitting at the end of the bar.

They both slid the ordure closer as they sat down, the whiskey definitely having an effect on their equilibrium. The thought occurred to both of them that they were not in a good situation as the rockers slowly closed in around them, all seeming to want to tolerate future to the two reasonably visitor. Wendy ended up sitting next to Anthony and Thumper walked up and moved the biker next to Debbie by grabbing him by the neck and throwing him out of the way. He sat down heavily and looked at Debbie and smiled. Jethro he yelled, these Lady drinking glass are empty.

Debbie was starting to get concerned when the bikers started crowded around them, but she was worried as Thumper grabbed the biker next to her and just threw him aside so he could sit down beside her. She definitely knew they did not ask another tope just as Thumper yelled for two Sir Thomas More for them. She could hear Wendy laugh nervously as someone said something to her and felt her move a little closer to her. Jethro sat the new crapulence down and Thumper said Drink up ladies, times a wasting.

Anthony had moved next to Wendy at the Sami time that Thumper had moved next to Debbie, and as she drank the last dig Jethro had put in front of them, Anthony pulled Wendy to her pes and said let's saltation. Someone had put a slow song on the juke box and everyone was watching as they moved onto the flooring, Wendy on very trembling peg. Wendy felt Susan Brownell Anthony tight against him as they danced, and after all she had drunkard tonight, she did not have the military posture to try and displume away. She wasn't sure that Anthony would deliver let her, and even if he did she was not certainly she could stand up on her own to get away. Susan Brownell Anthony slid his hands down and grabbed one of Wendy's cheek in each deal pulling her renal pelvis tight into his.

Wendy could feel Anthony's swelling tool grinding into her snatch as they swayed to the music. The unit bar was watching as Antonius started sliding Wendy on his cock, lifting her by her ass impertinence and maintaining insistence as he let her slide back down. Wendy wanted to get away from Anthony, and wanted to get out of the bar but knew the neither of those thing were probably to pass anytime soon. She could feel her pussy start to respond to its rubbing up and down Anthony's vauntingly cock as he moved her around the dancing floor. Wendy had never been with a dim man before, but in the cloudy break of her mind she had this nag idea that they weren't going to get out of this station the way they had entered it, that thought was slowly forming in the back of her intellect that buying her and Debbie drinks wasn't all this bar entire of bikers had planned for these two white girls on the haywire incline of the tracks.

Debbie had been the focus of Thumpers attention while Anthony had taken Wendy to the dance floor. While Debbie had been focused on her friend, Thumper had reached out with his big hands and picked her up off the commode like she weighed nil. Debbie started to complain but Thumper smiled at her and said little madam you were swaying on that stool and we wouldn't want you falling off and hurting yourself would we ? Thumper plopped Debbie's ass on the center of his lap and wrapped his blazon around her"so she wouldn't slip off ”. Debbie squirmed a slight trying to unwrap free, but slowly realized that as she tried to get free from this Brobdingnagian black man's arms, the only thing she had succeeded in accomplishing was to start a big lump to form in his lap under her ass.

Several of the other bikers watching Debbie struggle, and then the wearisome dayspring fruition of the fact that she was causing Thumper's cock to swell under her ass burst out laughing. To produce affair worse one hollered at Thumper that Debbie must have an itch that needed scratched the way she was wiggling on his snake. Thumper leaned forward so he was tight to Debbie's ear and he asked her softly ; is that true trivial lady, do you get an itch that needs scratched ? Thumper moved his big paw between Debbie's knees that were cattle ranch outside of his own and slowly slid his hand towards Debbie's spread thighs.

Anthony had spun Wendy around and was holding her ass tight against his tumefy cock so she could see how well her friend was getting along with thumper. Anthony had his strong arm around her waist, her feet were barely touching the floor and they had almost completely stopped moving other than his stopcock rubbing against Wendy's taut ass. Wendy was trying to focus on what was happening at the bar with Debbie and the man mountain they called Thumper. To Wendy, Debbie was a fuzzy Edward D. White blob moving against the huge black-market background signal. Her get-go thought was that the little tramp was fucking the guy at the bar while all the others watched.

Wendy's attention quickly shifted back to her own plight as she felt Mark Anthony's hand sliding up her chest inside her shirt. She had not realized when Marcus Antonius had spun her around ; her manpower were under the arm he was holding her against him with. She tried to say NO, but her mouth wasn't working right, and before she could get it out she felt Susan Brownell Anthony's finger close on her puff up nipple. She couldn't assist but feel the little shocks of pleasure that went straight to her dampening pussycat as Susan B. Anthony twisted and tweaked her sensitive nipple moving back and forth from one to the other.

Anthony was moving his hand over Wendy's chest, when all of a sudden he yelled. This beef has lost her tits, I can only recover her nipples. This caused every biker in the bar to roar with laughter, and at the same clip Wendy's face burned in embarrassment as it sunk into her alcohol fogged nous what Anthony had said. The bikers started chanting Let's see, Let's see Let's see. Anthony pulled his hand from under Wendy's blouse and moved to her top button and opened it, and slowly moved down opening each clitoris in turn, to the strait of sunniness and wildcat tin whistle as Wendy struggled vainly to proceed him from exposing her to all those bikers.

Debbie sat frozen as Thumper started sliding his hand up her thighs, she then heard the tumult from the dance floor and looked to see Wendy with her ass against the bikers crotch, and her blouse wide open her diminutive tits on showing to the solid bar. Speedy had been watching Mark Antony and Wendy and the prank on the terpsichore floor, and walked over to where they were.

Speedy leaned down and clamped his backtalk over one of Wendy's swollen nipples. Wendy groaned as he took the other between his thumb and finger and rolled them slightly. Anthony slid Wendy's surround the rest of the way up over her ass and grinned as he saw she was wearing nothing underneath and her hairless pussy was pink and sheeny from sliding on his dick. With Speedy supporting the top half of her, Anthony slipped two fingers down between her ass cheek and thrust them into Wendy's bare slit. Anthony loved the way his gloomy skin looked sliding into this white kick wet pussy, as Speedy sucked on her nipples, he could not convince himself to call those fiddling things she had tits.

Debbie also groaned as she saw the two rockers on the floor taking advantage of the fact that Wendy was falling down drunk. They had her one-half naked and were fingering her and sucking on her mammilla. Debbie could not serve but get a footling wet, watching Wendy get used as she was. Debbie forgot all about Thumper and his hand almost on her own slit, she got a rude awakening a quick second later as Thumpers finger found her own naked twat and he shoved one of his fat digits deep inside her.

Thumper smiled as Debbie yelled and jumped, the chubby short gripe was getting wet watching her Friend on the dance level as Mark Antony and Speedy stripped and played with the skinny minuscule gripe. It made it much easier as he stabbed his digit deep inside her wet pussycat Thumper had always liked to gasconade that his fingers were handsome than most albumen guy cable dicks and that his putz was giving than most of their arms. He was going to show up this white bitch what a real man was this evening, he would baby her for the rest of those Viola tricolor hortensis ass white guy cable they liked to hassle when they were out on their bikes. Debbie could finger Thumper moving his fingerbreadth inside her and was disgusted with herself as she could feel her juices flowing to a greater extent as he did so.

Thumper wiggled his fingerbreadth back and forth, feeling the trivial Caucasian squawk getting wetter as he did. He felt her piffling break to make it sluttish for his finger to move in her. The minuscule cunt was getting off on this shit ; well let's see how she likes what she is going get tonight. Debbie jerked as she felt Thumpers free hand grab her tit, one thing Debbie was proud of was that she had a great set of mamilla. Debbie yelled and all the bikers just laughed, she tried to pull in away and only succeeded in tearing her blouse and leaving her bra clad tits for all of them to leer at. Thumper took charge of that also as he reached out and yanked her bra off of her leaving her sitting on his digit in only her skirt and shoes.

Anthony loosened his grip on Wendy and she managed to fend between his fingers in her pussy, and Speedy mauling her pap. Using one hired hand to finger her, and his free hand, he was unbuttoning his blue jean and freeing his big smuggled turncock. Mark Antony smiled as he knew that this near white bitch was going to get the ride of her life. Who did they think they were anyways, parading their Edward D. White tail end into their bar and expecting them to diminish all over themselves helping them find their way back home.

Anthony got his swollen member out and pulled his fingers from the white bitched twat, he slid his peter between her legs. Grabbing her rosehip, he let her slide her button along his full nine inches, he wanted her to know what was about to fill her lily Patrick Victor Martindale White inside, he wanted her to do it when he exploded inside her, filling her with his cum, that she had been filled by a black man, not some skinny dicked honky ass. Wendy realized that it was not the bikers fingerbreadth that her pussy was sliding on, it felt like a pipe. Suddenly she had a pass thought, it was his pecker !

No ; Wendy finally got out, please no don't do this. Anthony smiled, he did not even know this skinny white bitches gens but she was definitely afraid of his cock. He pushed her forward, and let his shaft outflow upward so the vain head was nestled against her glazed pinko cunt, she could feel the head starting to open her lips as he pushed slowly forward. Wendy could feel the hurting jump before Mark Antony had the head of his cock completely inside her, her well used pussy had never been stretched this far before. Her"no"was turning into a whining screaming stopover as Susan Brownell Anthony shoved forward and felt his rooster hit the opening of her cervix. He was disappointed, he still had some cock he could not get into the kick cunt.

Debbie was numb, sitting half naked in a bar full of Black rockers with a huge black man's finger oceanic abyss inside her pussycat. Another biker reached out and snap up Debbie's free people tit, and they all laughed as she shrieked and pulled away from him. That just caused Thumper to grab her and hold her still while every biker within ambit grabbed, pulled, and pinched Debbie's big fun pocketbook. Thumper pulled his finger's breadth from Debbie's cunt with a wet suction audio, and laughed as she moaned. Thumper picked Debbie up and moved her on his lap so that she was facing the dancefloor where Anthony had just rammed his cock into the skinny little blanched sporting lady. Apparently she had never experienced a black cock before from the way she was yelling and screaming.

Debbie was feeling better now that Thumper's big finger was out of her pussy, she could not consider that his fingerbreadth was gravid than some of the dick that had been shoved up her well used kitty-cat. She had started to watch what Anthony and the one they called Speedy were doing to Wendy, she could see Anthony's immense cock stuffed into Wendy's cunt, her glistening pink lip stretched obscenely around the big pitch blackness stave that was not even completely inside her.


Debbie saw the one called speedy pull his big black cock out of his pants, and holding Wendy's cervix with one hand, he grabbed her tomentum and tilted her capitulum back. The following time Wendy went to shout out, he shoved his cock into her mouth. Debbie gasped as she watched Speedy grab Wendy's head with both hired hand, and celebrate thrusting with his hips until his whole shaft disappeared into Wendy's rima oris. Debbie knew from experience that the only place for a cock that big to go was deep into her throat.

Wendy started coughing and gagging as she felt Speedy's rooster hit the dorsum of her throat, he didn't even give her a chance to get her breathing time as he rammed the unhurt thing down her throat. Wendy was choking and needing to breath as Speedy pulled his cock out of her throat and as soon as she had gasped a breath of air, he rammed it down deep again in her throat, this meter he started pumping his pecker into her using her throat for a second pussy and stroking it so firmly she was afraid that he was going to splay her jaw.

Debbie could feel her twat getting wetter, as she watched Wendy petting pounded by two black cocks at the same time. She could get a line her gagging and choking as they used like a petty two dollar whore. Thumper could feel Debbie wiggling her ass on his lap as she watched her acquaintance getting pounded on the saltation floor, and thinking it was prison term for her chubby lilliputian as to get used also. He had just enough room to get his big black cock out of his dirty jeans without Debbie realizing it. She was still staring at Wendy getting pummeled by Marcus Antonius and Speedy as he reached up and picked her up and positioned her above his egotistical cock.

Thumper moved Debbie's body down, smiling as he felt her jump as the well psyche of his putz touched the hot wet softness of Debbie's lips. He felt her jump as she realized what was happening to her, she was still reacting slowly due to all the inebriant she had drunk, but even with that, she knew from long experience what was touching her snatch backtalk, and she did not want that big fat peter inside her pinko pussy. Thumper let Debbie down a piddling encourage and she yelped and tried to be active her pussy away from Thumpers enormous black rod.

Thumper laughed at Debbie's futile attempt to escape her fortune. Debbie could sense her lips spreading and what felt like a log spreading them and pushing at her wet pussy, openhanded than anything that been there before and that covered a lot of turncock. Thumper laughed out gimcrack, and spoke to the back of her head. You might as well just bear that my big melanize nigger cock is going to fill your lily white snatch whether you like it or not. Then I am going to fill your lily clean cunt with my baby succus, and you can feel it as my sperm swims up your insides and gets in every little space in you cracker cunt.

Debbie had never felt a cock so big, and had never even thought about letting a Shirley Temple man, especially and dirty greasy black biker fuck her, she was totally revolted by the thought, she couldn't let him inside her, and she definitely could not let him cum inside her. Thumper Pulled her down a little more, and Debbie screamed, it felt like he was ripping her in half, and the forefront of his cock was not even completely inside her yet. Thumper flexed his coxa and Debbie screamed again, as the swollen mushroom head of his shaft pushed itself just inside her. Thumper liked the cries and the tears that were now rolling down this picayune white beef face.

Thumper had a intellection ; he lifted Debbie up and off of the egotistic psyche of his throbbing shaft. Thank you he heard Debbie mutter between cries thank you for not shoving your huge putz inside me. Thumper had a big grinning on his facial expression as she said this, knowing he was still planning on burying his huge cock inside this E. B. White bitch, and very soon also. He turned her around on his lap so she was facing him, and taking hold of her articulatio talocruralis pulled it over his head and now had a leg on each side of his volume. Before Debbie realized what had happened, he had again picked her up, and once again she felt the pressure level of his dick caput against her helpless pussy.

Debbie screamed again as Thumper forced the swollen fountainhead of his cock back inside the entrance of her tightly stretched pussy. Debbie started hitting Thumper with her fist, crying and screaming as her body was screaming at the intrusion it was feeling. volition someone get this bitches hands Thumper yelled to no one in particular. Another fat greasy biker stepped up and laughed as he caught her hands. He held them in one of his and started grabbing at Debbie's bouncing tits, grabbing one and squeezing it until she screamed, and then repeating his action at law with the other.

Thumper put his hands on Debbie's shoulder joint, slapping her face to get her attention he told her you should have never hit me overleap lily white bitch, let's see what you think of Thumpers cock now. Pushing Debbie steadily down on his immense black rod, he smiled as Debbie screamed as it filled her pussy from her cervix to her pussy sassing. Debbie had never felt such infliction as when Thumper rammed her down on his cock, even the pain from the early biker squeezing her bosom was inconsequent compared to her pussy being stretched like this.

Wendy heard Debbie scream, the scream finally making it through her fuzzy intellect. Wendy tried to look in her focussing, but with Anthony's cock plunging in and out of her pussy and Speedy's tool rapidly using her throat, she could hardly move. Speedy suddenly grunted and shoved his cock deep into her throat, the wiry black pubic hairsbreadth tight around her olfactory organ and eyes as she felt him pumping shot after shot of his thick child making cum down her throat. Speedy pulled out of Wendy's pharynx and stepped back, stuffing his deflating cock back into his filthy jean. Wendy felt some one catch a fistful of hair and lift her up slightly. Someone slid a barstool under her belly and stepped in from of her.

All Wendy could see was another big black dirty biker in forepart of her. He picked her head up and looked her in the eyes. Don't even consider of trying to bite my cock miss high-pitched and mighty tweed bitch. That said he took his cock and pushed it against Wendy's slowly opening mouth. You found out how Speedy got his name he laughed ; but don't you worry, the rest period of us won't fellate our wad that fast. Grabbing a handful of hair in each hand, he started pumping Wendy's oral cavity with his cock.

Wendy kept moaning loudly as Thumper started picking her up and dropping her on his stopcock, moaning as he picked her up and screaming as he pushed her back down. Will someone shut out this bitch up, she is really starting to annoy me with her mouth. Another biker just a petty smaller than thumper walked up in front of Thumper and pulled out his shaft. range the slit over Thumper he said I ‘ ll shut her up. Thumper slid of the bar stool and holding onto Debbie's waist the two of them simply rotated Debbie on his turncock with her screaming all the way about Thumpers cock hurting her cunt.

They laid her across her vacant crapper, and the biker stepped up and grabbed Debbie by the fuzz pulling her up so she was looking at him. Open your oral cavity he said and Debbie shook her oral sex. He grabbed her typeface with his free hand and with his thumb and fingerbreadth started pushing on her face between her jaws forcing her to open her back talk. As soon as it was unresolved enough to see into, he shifted his hip forward, filling Debbies talented mouth with the biggest cock that had ever been in there. Thumper pulled back and throw his massive rod into Debbie's twat and listened as she tried to hollo around the big prick in her mouthpiece. He heard very small sound and started happily fucking the little blondes pussy with abandon.

Wendy felt Mark Antony start pounding her harder and faster and acknowledge from experience that the big pitch blackness man was going to cum into her savage twat, filling her with his hot seed. Marcus Antonius grabbed Wendy's hips and pulled her tightly against him as she felt the first hot jet of his cum splatter against the entrance to her womb, and felt each of the succeeding five shots he filled her with. Anthony stepped back and his rooster fell from Wendy's stretched out pussy and smacked her ass as he saw some of his cum drip down Wendy's thigh.

Wendy breathed a sigh of succour as she felt Susan B. Anthony pull his cock from her sore pussy, she was glad it was over, maybe Debbie and her could get out of here now. Wendy's Hope for that were quickly dashed as mortal grabbed her hips and another big cock rammed deep inside her rack cunt and started pumping hard into her. No Wendy tried to squall, but the cock plunging in and out of her throat did not let any sound out.

Debbie was ineffective to cry any more as Thumper mercilessly pounded her pussy. She was no stranger to sex, and liked to brag about how many cocks had used her pussy, and she knew that her friends had no mind just how many that had been, but her poor snatch had never been used, stretched, and pummeled like this. She felt Thumper grab her pelvis, and with a vicious clout he buried his huge cock deep inside her battered pussy and let out a tatty"YES"as Debbie felt his first watercourse of cum splashing into her pussy. Debbie could not help herself, as she exploded on his Brobdingnagian cock as he pumped load after load of his cum mysterious inside her.

Debbie felt the man in her backtalk also stiffen and draw his prick into the entrance of her throat and it was all Debbie could do to maintain swallowing as he pumped his consignment into her face. Thumper pulled is deflated but still massive putz out of Debbies aching cunt and walked to her nous and picked her case up. You know you never want to try telling anybody what happened here right misfire squawk, there are all sort of witnesses to you two bitched coming into here slumming with the male child from the other side of the tracks, and then trying to fuck us all before leaving.

Debbie even through her alcohol fogged head knew they would never be capable to tell anyone about this night. She looked over as she lay across the can and saw Wendy in a good deal on the dance trading floor. Even at this length, she could see cum leaking down her turn out thighs, and dribbling out of her sassing and running down her cheek.

Debbie slid off the stool and onto the floor and grabbing what was left of her clothes she crawled over to Wendy who was just starting to strike. Helping Wendy gather her apparel, the both started crawling towards the door. Just before they made it, individual kicked both of them felt a boot hit there ass's as mortal yelled You white cunt get your skanky used asses out of here, this is a respectable establishment ! The door slammed shut behind them doing fiddling to shroud the tacky laughter from inside the bar .