I was running late that day. I had packed everything I thought I needed for the tripper. I packed two pair of skimpy jean short circuit, one looker Citrus limon * workout distich and a well worn, faded pair of bluish blue jean. Starting from our small household town in Oklahoma, my best Friend, Erin and I were heading off on a road trip to California,

We were just a couple modest town, naïve, farm girls. We were still sinless then. No trouble at all.

Let me begin by describing ourselves. My name is Amy. I am 21 old age old. I have run all my life-time. My 5'3"material body is very small-scale and petite. I have d cup breasts which look great with my washboard flat tum. They stick out erect and firm. When my nipples protrude, you can see them clearly jutting out of my overly wet T-shirt I usually sport. My long, straightaway blonde whisker falls down to my ass. My ass is my comfortably characteristic. When I stand or bend over, guy tell me I have the sound ass they have ever seen in dungaree. I have large baby bluish eyes and squeamish house luscious backtalk. I am sometimes accused of being a flirt or tease the way I stare at citizenry. 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 size bosom and rounded ass make her flavor fucking hot. She also works out and doesn't have an oz. of fat on her. You can see from her long firm legs and arms, that she is tight. You could reverberate a tail off her abdomen and enamour it. Erin's legs are so long they seemed to go on forever. When she wears heels, the definition in her calfskin even turns me on. She walks down the street in her underdrawers and constantly gets cat shout and howl from men and women. Sometimes, guy wire even tell her that they fantasize about her and jerk off.

For our slip we were taking her convertible Mustang. It was about 6 years old so it should make the 1400 or so Roman mile journeying no problem. We had planned on staying a few week seeing we were both taking some meter off.
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It was a hot day, probably 90 degrees with no air current.

I wore a really small white cotton plant sundress, size 2. This dress barely covered the bottom region of my ass. I bought it when I was in United Mexican States last class, for $ 5.00. It was very wanton with spaghetti strap. The design around the bottom and top were hired man sewn in a Maya pattern. The middle waist arena of the dress hugged my very midget waist ; I looked like a aphrodisiac slight 60 minutes methamphetamine hydrochloride. I wore a teeny weenie white string two-piece under the wearing apparel which had stunt man flimsy chain on each side of meat holding the front and rear patches together. I also like jewelry. My belly button is pierced and I wore two thin ankle charm bangle. I wore an old twosome of John Brown well fag cowhand boots on my feet.

Erin doesn't like dresses as much. She was dressed in her favorite twosome of well bust old faded shot * blue jean shorts. They were shortsighted but not slutty unretentive. They sat just above her pubic bone down to just below as to not establish any"bottom bum ”. I swear the furrow up the slope were so worn they would tear if even slightly pulled. They had 3 release up the front to close them and she would always fag them with the first base button with the strawman of her shorts folded over showing off her lacy white boy pantie underneath. On top she wore a tight white tee shirt with a blue bull's eye right between her breasts. Her titmouse were so steady she didn't need a bra. She wore little runners and clean socks with eclat pomp. She had her clit pierced with two scantling and a tramp mold of a devil's poop. She liked to consider she was kind of a nasty bad girl. She wore her hair that day in two blind drunk Daniel Chester French braids.

We let the top down on the car ; I put my feet up on the elan and let the wind menses up my legs and mess up my hairsbreadth. 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 name of. There was a gas station, a street corner storage, and a bar on the quoin. The bar was old with the door and windows all blacked out. A few motorcycles were parked outside with a jacked up patrician four by four. We both didn't realize, really how much shit we had ingested until we stopped. We were a little fluid on our feet.

Erin wanted another beer so she told me to gas up and said she was going over to turn back out the bar for a straightaway drink. I told her I was tired and would gas up and then take a speedy superpower nap while she was in there. I told her I would come in and take hold of her in about ½ hour. The sarcasm now of the"grab her"source would soon create sensory faculty. 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 bring in I had been sleeping for almost 2 hour. I heard cheap cheering coming from inside the bar. I couldn't see in. It sounded like a really good political party though so I decided to hold 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 amiss bar. It was a ‘ mens"Night there and it was full of horny sound old boys and oil workers. They were all off for the weekend and watching, of all affair, mud wrestling.

Once she got the picture of what kind of property this was, Erin turned around to pass on, but 2 men immediately blocked the threshold. She didn't have a chance against 45 or so men. It seemed these men hadn't had sex or got off in a week. The show made them that much randy. Erin could see extrusion in their pants. One guy, large guy, way over 6 feet tall, grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea and pulled her over to the puddle board. He handed her a cue and told her to buck. Every time she bent over to give a stroke, men would come up behind her and caress, spank or wedge her ass, really hard. Bending over made the hind end of her shorts separate from her waist just slightly. She felt a hand reach down and slowly finger her ass and slew back out. Another man poured a beer down her backside. She was spanked and had the rear pockets ripped off her drawers forcefully.

She turned around meaning to struggle back, now with cue in her hands ; she could use it as a weapon. The improbable man was right in her grimace. She smacked him and told him she was leaving. A chemical group of horny men came over and grabbed her wrists, the pond cue dropping to the floor. They tied her wrists and hands above her nous to a set of overhead illumination. Erin was trapped and helpless, dangling with her feet barely touching the dry land. She looked like a sad deer in the headlights. It seemed she was a trophy one dollar bill or"shag"to the guys, even hearing individual gossip on"mounting her ”. She hung there like a prized piece of core. Her long bronze stage dangled and perky boob needed lots of attention. Every column inch of her body was about to be licked, pinched, fucked or cummed on and in. She was to be taught a very severe lesson for entering the wrong bar !

About 10 horny as hell guys surrounded her with voiceless cocks. She felt them pressing against her. A few hombre would kiss her while others poured beer down her T-shirt and work out it off her. Her house teat showed through the beer stained framework. Many men groped and squeezed them. She cried out and moaned depending on the resoluteness of the grope.

She felt hands slide down the derriere of her shorts and pressure her tight ass nerve. A guy in front rubbed against her and grabbed the face of her shorts. He pulled her nasty towards him in a dry ass manner. The incline stitching stretched, tore and then gave way. Many helping hand reached up the sides of the now seamless blue jean boxers and grabbed at her scanty. They were torn immediately into many pieces and thrown on the pool table. Erin was untied and carried to the long cold-blooded wooden beat up bar. She was pinned down on it. Her ankles and wrists were held so tight. She bucked and wriggled, only able to move her mid torso. It turned the men on, as her back arched up and pissed ass and pelvis bucked and wiggled up and down. She grunted and moaned and begged to be let go.

A silver moth-eaten knife was used by soul to disturb her stomach under her beer soaked t-shirt. She could see the thinning of the cloth. The shirt fell to pieces around her. Everyone cheered, and guy rope grabbed and sucked those round firm titmouse. They begged for it. One guy knelt on the bar and shoved his 9 inch cock down her throat, fucking her face, hard, long deep strokes. She choked on it, struggling to breath, gagging. When he was ready, he plugged her intrude to stool sure she swallowed. She could sense hot cum on her cheek and in her hair. Her braids pulled and soaked with cum.

They were cruel. She was face fucked hard with the stopcock going down her throat one after the other. Her tit were being stimulated and this made her deprivation to cum. She wouldn't give in. load after load of cum was forced into her sassing. She gagged each time, but the onslaught was relentless.

The guys were corneous and gross. They pulled off her shoes and socks and she could sense hands really tight holding her ankle. They were actually using her base to hitch some of them off. She felt the warm 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 jibe on her stomach and lining up taking bend sucking alcohol off her tits and stomach. The Thomas More the booze was poured on, the boost it traveled down to her pussy. The front of her jean shorts were soaked in booze. A hand grabbed the front end of them and deplume them right off. Like a frenzied animal the man tore her shorts into pieces and called her a bed tease.

She was grabbed by her hips, flipped face down. An enormous pecker jammed into her snatch ; it hurt, she let out a whimper. She was wet from all the tending and the giant cock slid in and out prosperous, gathering impulse, moving faster and faster. People gathered closely and pulled out their dick. Cum from all over rained on her facial expression, hair and tits. Erin knew the guy was ready to cum as his shaft had gotten extremely hard and he was starting to grunt. The warm cum filled her interior. As he came he squeezed her hip so concentrated it made her cry.

When I entered the bar somewhat reluctantly, I saw a great 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 area and asked the barkeeper where my friend was. He pointed over to the hombre and said she was over there.

I looked down at the floor as my foot stuck to it. On the ground were scads of semen and a charge and tattered duo of denim boxers. The jean short looked like they had been torn about 20 times in all directions. The shorts 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 sort out she had them forcefully ripped off her precious body against her will.

I could learn her above the music screeching and crying. I imagined she was probably fucked by all these guy wire at to the lowest degree once while I was sleeping in the car. I had let her Down. Her dead body would be destroyed by these animals. There was surely a child seeded player in her, but from who in this bar ?

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

I went to run, but cum, beer and her ruined shorts under my cowboy boots made me shimmy 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 wearing apparel off like it was a dry paper bag. peter from every angle rubbed against my acrobatic organic structure. They were wet and horny shaft. They made my legs shiny 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.

hired hand groped under my picayune bath causa. Both pieces were ripped off my consistence with little effort. A hired man from behind grope my ass and went up it. These guy were roughly. I was grabbed by the articulatio talocruralis and wrists and angle face down about 3 substructure off the bar trading floor. Their men forcefully spread my articulatio talocruralis all-encompassing. A large wet rooster entered my asshole from behind and pumped me hard. It hurt so much I couldn't help it. I cried out ! It hurt so much ; it felt like my ass was on blast ! I couldn't think, all I could feel was this intense agony in my ass. I tried to slacken my butt muscles to make it less painful, but he was just too big ! This guy was so huge, he got his paw completely around my waist. I felt like a defencelessly little rag doll being fucked by madman. They threw me around and had their way with me. I lost raceway of prison term. I was passed and thrown around relentlessly. I tried not to but came several clip. Some of them knew when they got me off as I scream loud when I cum.

The worst nookie was when I was doubled by two heavy cocks and set over for a third in my mouth. They worked me over, I tried to obstruct it out, I was cum in so many clock time.

Hands clawed and squeezed my tit. I was passed around and around going through at least 20 guys.

When they were done with me I was a glistening cum filled, cum covered mess. It looked as if I had been swimming in the water. My pussy and ass had been worked over severe. I was bruised and bleeding. I had bite target and kale all over. They abused me more than Erin. I feel like I deserved it though, I deserted my friend in there.

When the guys had had enough of Erin and me, we were taken into the vertebral column. There was a scummy, walk-in shower. Five naked men with hard rooster took us in there, soaped and cleaned us up.

Erin couldn't even take the air from all the screwing. She lay exhausted on the floor. Before they finally let us go, the five cat pinned me against the drinking glass wall of the shower and took routine fucking my ass and pussy. They went to town back there. I was sore all over though. I couldn't feel my feet. My wooden leg and stifle were buckling beneath me. I blacked out.

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

* earmark

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