I was running latterly that day. I had packed everything I thought I needed for the trip-up. I packed two pair of skimpy jean drawers, one Lulu maize * workout couple and a well worn, faded pair of blue jean. Starting from our humble home township in Oklahoma, my best friend, Erin and I were heading off on a road trip to California,

We were just a couple small Town, naïve, farm lady friend. We were still destitute then. No trouble at all.

Let me protrude by describing ourselves. My epithet is Amy. I am 21 years old. I have run all my life sentence. My 5'3"frame is very small and petite. I have d cup boob which look bang-up with my washboard plane stomach. They stick out erect and firm. When my nipples protrude, you can see them clearly jutting out of my overly sloshed jersey I usually sport. My long, straight person blond tomentum falls down to my ass. My ass is my skilful feature. When I stand or bend over, guys tell me I have the in effect ass they have ever seen in jeans. I have large babe drab oculus and nice business firm scrumptious sass. I am sometimes accused of being a flirt or tease the way I stare at people. I always get what I want.

My ally Erin ( 18 ) is kind of like me. She has long brown hair to her ass and is 5'9"tall. Her medium sizing tits and rounded ass make her feel fucking hot. She also works out and doesn't have an Panthera uncia of fat on her. You can see from her farsighted firm legs and arms, that she is tight. You could bound a quarter off her abdomen and fascinate it. Erin's legs are so long they seemed to go on forever. When she wears heels, the definition in her calf even turns me on. She walks down the street in her shorts and constantly gets cat shout and howl from men and women. Sometimes, guys even tell her that they fantasize about her and jerk off.

For our trip we were taking her convertible Mustang. It was about 6 geezerhood old so it should bring in the 1400 or so mile journey no problem. We had planned on staying a few weeks seeing we were both taking some clock time off.
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It was a hot day, probably 90 degree with no wind.

I wore a really humble white cotton sundress, size 2. This dress barely covered the bottom function of my ass. I bought it when I was in Mexico last year, for $ 5.00. It was very light up with spaghetti straps. The designs around the bottomland and top were deal sewn in a Mayan language pattern. The center waist area of the dress hugged my very petite waist ; I looked like a sexy little hour methamphetamine hydrochloride. I wore a teeny weenie white bowed stringed instrument bikini under the frock which had double flimsy strings on each side holding the battlefront and set up patches together. I also like jewelry. My belly button is pierced and I wore two sparse ankle joint captivate watchband. I wore an old pair of brownish well haggard cowboy charge on my ft.

Erin doesn't like dresses as lots. She was dressed in her favorite duo of well worn old faded Guess * blue jean shorts. They were short but not slutty short. They sat just above her pubic bone down to just below as to not show any"fundament bum ”. I swear the seams up the sides were so get into they would tear if even slightly pulled. They had 3 buttons up the front to close them and she would always get into them with the first button with the front of her drawers folded over showing off her lacy E. B. White boy scanty underneath. On top she wore a pissed gabardine t-shirt with a blue Bull's eye right field between her white meat. Her teat were so fast she didn't need a bra. She wore niggling base runner and white socks with eclat pomps. She had her clit pierced with two stud and a hiker mould of a devil's buns. She liked to intend she was kind of a nasty bad girl. She wore her hairsbreadth that day in two tight French braids.

We let the top down on the car ; I put my feet up on the dash and let the wind menstruum up my stage and spate up my hair. The hot air turned me on.

We drove until midnight on that first night. Along the interstate highway we chugged beers and smoked a bit of pot.
We stopped for gas in a small town that I can't remember the epithet of. There was a gas station, a corner storage, and a bar on the turning point. The bar was old with the doorway and windows all blacked out. A few motorcycles were parked outside with a jacked up dispirited four by four. We both didn't realize, really how much tinker's damn we had ingested until we stopped. We were a fiddling unstable on our feet.

Erin wanted another beer so she told me to gas up and said she was going over to check off out the bar for a quick boozing. I told her I was tired and would gas up and then conduct a immediate magnate nap while she was in there. I told her I would come in and catch her in about ½ hour. The irony now of the"grab her"reference would soon make good sense. She was grabbed…over and over.

I gassed up and went for a nap at the side of meat of the bar in the car. I awoke and looked at my watch. I was startled to realize I had been sleeping for almost 2 time of day. I heard loud cheering coming from inside the bar. I couldn't see in. It sounded like a really good party though so I decided to check it out. I was unaware of what had happened and what was still transpiring….

When Erin had entered the bar, she didn't know that she had entered the wrong bar. It was a ‘ manpower"night there and it was replete of horny good old son and oil workers. They were all off for the weekend and watching, of all things, mud hand-to-hand struggle.

Once she got the picture of what kind of station this was, Erin turned around to will, but 2 men immediately blocked the door. She didn't have a chance against 45 or so men. It seemed these men hadn't had sex or got off in a calendar week. The show made them that much hornier. Erin could see bulges in their pants. One guy, heavy guy, way over 6 groundwork grandiloquent, grabbed her wrist and pulled her over to the pool tabular array. He handed her a cue and told her to shoot. Every time she bent over to get to a blastoff, men would make out up behind her and fondle, spank or gouge her ass, really hard. Bending over made the backside of her shorts separate from her waist just slightly. She felt a hand reach down and slowly finger her ass and slide back out. Another man poured a beer down her backside. She was spanked and had the nurture pockets ripped off her short circuit forcefully.

She turned around meaning to fight back, now with cue in her custody ; she could use it as a weapon system. The tall man was right in her face. She smacked him and told him she was leaving. A group of corneous men came over and grabbed her wrists, the pool cue dropping to the floor. They tied her wrist and hands above her head to a set of overhead sparkle. Erin was trapped and helpless, dangling with her infantry barely touching the land. She looked like a sad deer in the headlights. It seemed she was a prize sawhorse or"fuck"to the guys, even hearing someone comment on"mounting her ”. She hung there like a lever piece of meat. Her long tanned branch dangled and chirpy breast needed lots of attention. Every inch of her body was about to be licked, pinched, fucked or cummed on and in. She was to be taught a very serious lesson for entering the legal injury bar !

About 10 horny as hellhole guy cable surrounded her with hard turncock. She felt them pressing against her. A few guy wire would buss her while others poured beer down her t-shirt and lick it off her. Her business firm mamilla showed through the beer stained fabric. Many men groped and squeezed them. She cried out and moaned depending on the firmness of the grope.

She felt work force slide down the rear of her underdrawers and squeeze her mingy ass buttock. A guy in front line rubbed against her and grabbed the side of meat of her shorts. He pulled her tight towards him in a dry fuck way. The side stitching stretched, tore and then gave way. Many men reached up the side of the now seamless blue jean shorts and grabbed at her scanty. They were torn immediately into many small-arm and thrown on the puddle board. Erin was unbrace and carried to the long frigidity wooden beat up bar. She was pinned down on it. Her ankle joint and articulatio radiocarpea were held so tight. She bucked and wriggled, only able-bodied to move her mid torso. It turned the men on, as her back arched up and taut ass and hips bucked and wiggled up and down. She grunted and moaned and begged to be let go.

A ash gray cold knife was used by someone to touch her stomach under her beer soaked t-shirt. She could hear the cutting of the fabric. The shirt fell to bit around her. Everyone cheered, and guy grabbed and sucked those round firm knocker. They begged for it. One guy knelt on the bar and shoved his 9 inch cock down her throat, fucking her brass, hard, long deep strokes. She choked on it, struggling to breath, gagging. When he was ready, he plugged her nose to nominate sure she swallowed. She could feel hot cum on her facial expression and in her hair. Her braid pulled and soaked with cum.

They were cruel. She was face fucked hard with the cocks going down her throat one after the former. Her tits were being stimulated and this made her deficiency to cum. She wouldn't give in. Load after lode of cum was forced into her mouth. She gagged each time, but the onslaught was relentless.

The guys were randy and porcine. They pulled off her horseshoe and wind sock and she could feel hands really tight holding her ankle joint. They were actually using her ft to flick some of them off. She felt the fond cum of many men running down the top of her feet.

Erin was shirtless, shoeless and only wore shattered, torn jean shorts now. The men started pouring shots on her abdomen and lining up taking play sucking alcoholic beverage off her tits and abdomen. The more the booze was poured on, the further it traveled down to her pussycat. The front end of her jean shorts were soaked in booze. A hand grabbed the front of them and pluck them right off. Like a frenzied animal the man tore her shorts into while and called her a fucking tease.

She was grabbed by her hips, flipped face down. An enormous pecker jammed into her pussy ; it hurt, she let out a whimper. She was wet from all the aid and the giant hammer slid in and out easygoing, gathering impulse, moving faster and faster. hoi polloi gathered closely and pulled out their cocks. Cum from all over rained on her aspect, hair and tits. Erin knew the guy was cook to cum as his rooster had gotten extremely laborious and he was starting to grunt. The warm cum filled her inside. As he came he squeezed her hip so hard it made her cry.

When I entered the bar somewhat reluctantly, I saw a large group of Male in the corner. They were in a semi-circle around something they were very occupy in it appeared…

I went to the bar arena and asked the barkeeper where my friend was. He pointed over to the guys and said she was over there.

I looked down at the floor as my foot stuck to it. On the undercoat were loads of semen and a torn and tatterdemalion pair of dungaree short. The dungaree shorts looked like they had been torn about 20 metre in all directions. The short were wet from cum and smelled like beer. The button up the front were all popped or torn off except for one of them. I recognized them as Erin's. Obviously, from the condition of them, it was pass she had them forcefully ripped off her precious body against her will.

I could hear her above the music shriek and crying. I imagined she was probably fucked by all these Guy at least once while I was sleeping in the car. I had let her John L. H. Down. Her soundbox would be destroyed by these fauna. There was surely a baby come in her, but from who in this bar ?

It was if a pin dropped. Everything stopped. All the men turned and looked at me. one-half of them had their putz out and were jerking off. Others were completely naked ; others still clothed, all had hard-on that needed to be relieved. Were they going to do that on me ?

I went to run, but cum, beer and her destroyed boxershorts under my cattleman kick made me elusion and fall.

The men gathered around me. I was picked up from behind and held suspended off the ground. Many hands grabbed and tore my dress off like it was a dry theme bag. turncock from every slant rubbed against my athletic body. They were wet and horny tool. They made my legs glistening with pre cum. I lost my the boot as I struggled, being held up in the air. They were passed around and jerked off in by numerous guys.

hands groped under my little bathing suit. Both pieces were ripped off my trunk with little travail. A hand from behind grope my ass and went up it. These guys were pugnacious. I was grabbed by the articulatio talocruralis and wrists and atilt face down about 3 metrical foot off the bar level. Their custody forcefully spread my ankles wide. A large wet cock entered my asshole from behind and pumped me firmly. It hurt so a lot I couldn't help it. I cried out ! It hurt so much ; it felt like my ass was on fire ! I couldn't think, all I could feel was this vivid agony in my ass. I tried to relax my butt muscles to relieve oneself it less painful, but he was just too big ! This guy was so immense, he got his manpower completely around my waist. I felt like a defenseless small rag dolly being fucked by maniacs. They threw me around and had their way with me. I lost data track of time. I was passed and thrown around relentlessly. I tried not to but came various prison term. Some of them knew when they got me off as I scream loud when I cum.

The high-risk nookie was when I was doubled by two heavy cocks and bent over for a one-third in my mouth. They worked me over, I tried to halt it out, I was cum in so many times.

Hands clawed and squeezed my mammilla. I was passed around and around going through at least 20 guy cable.

When they were done with me I was a glistening cum filled, cum covered sight. It looked as if I had been swimming in the water supply. My pussy and ass had been worked over unvoiced. I was bruised and bleeding. I had bite target and loot all over. They abused me to a greater extent than Erin. I feel like I deserved it though, I deserted my ally in there.

When the guys had had enough of Erin and me, we were taken into the back. There was a scummy, walk-in shower. Five defenseless men with punishing cocks took us in there, soaped and cleaned us up.

Erin couldn't even take the air from all the fucking. She lay exhausted on the floor. Before they finally let us go, the five guys pinned me against the glass wall of the rain shower and took turns fucking my ass and kitty. They went to townsfolk back there. I was sore all over though. I couldn't feel my pes. My legs and articulatio genus were buckling beneath me. I blacked out.

When we woke up we were in our car in a totally dissimilar Town. We were both naked under a blanket, battered and bruised. We weren't cognisant what town or bar we had been in. We couldn't do anything.
We couldn't remember anything specific, only a blur of faces and cocks. We didn't know what to do so we continued on our trip without another word about it until now. Be careful all you women out there, don't go into strange bars… you never know what sort of experience is lurking behind the door.

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