The idea for this account were given to me by a sweet young slut who asked me to make it into a taradiddle. It gets form of gross in spots and is not what I normally write but I hope some of you like it. She said she did.


It was a very pleasant late spring eventide in northern New Mexico in the mid 1960's. The sun had set long enough ago that it had gotten dark. That Friday evening two late fifties pick-up trucks sat in battlefront of'Hank's honkie Tonk'and an old'51 Chevy four door sat behind the bar. The bar was located between two pocket-sized ranching township and was never very busy. It was an old wooden building and the name star sign was hand painted and hang crooked over the front door, lighted by three reparation, one of which had a burned out bulb. inside was a bar with six dejection and three table with four chairs each. There was a jukebox and a pool table.

interior, sitting at the bar, were three young ranch hands from a mates of the nearby cattle ranch. They were each tall and thin and about twenty dollar bill. They had on their weekend cowboy apparel consisting of new looking, tight fitting jean with vauntingly belted ammunition buckles, plaid cowboy shirts, thrill and cowpoke hats. One of them had a bolo tie and one a neckerchief tied around his neck. At first face, if it were not for the unlike colouration shirts and hats, you might think you were looking at the Same person in a couple of mirrors. succeeding to the one with the bolo tie sat his eighteen-year-old girlfriend, Donna. One of the other guy wire was her older comrade. She was dressed much like the guy. She was also tall and reduce but not as marvellous as the guys. Her spiritualist distance blond hair hung below her hat. Behind the bar stood Hank, the xl five-year-old bar owner. They talked and listened to western music as they sipped their beers.

About a half hour later, six garish motorcycles pulled into the parking lot and were lined up side by side of meat before they were shut down. All six were driven by men, in their late twenties who were wearing opprobrious leather jackets that, on the back, said'Road raptorial bird'. They all looked the stereotype of biker gang penis. On the spinal column of three of the bicycle were three charwoman dressed much like their men.

The leader of the group opened the bar doorway with a slam and the nine entered. They sat around two mesa and called for the bar keeper to impart them a round of golf of beers. When he brought them, he said that the cost was fourteen fifty. Duke, the leader of the bikers stuck the stop of his electrical switch bland into the top of the table, looked at the bar tender and smiled. " I understand that the first base one is on the planetary house. Right ? " Hank thought for a pair moment and then not wanting bother, quietly said that he was correct.

It only took a couple second for the first daily round of beers to be gone. " Another round ! " When it arrived, the biker said, " This one is on our cowboy booster at the bar. rightfield Guy ? " One of them started to get up but his supporter held him down on the faeces. " Ya, Hank, this one is on us. " Hank took the rhythm of beers to the tables.

The song on the jukebox ended and there were no more scheduled to bet. One of the bikers walked over to it and put in his quarter, selected three of the few rock music songs that were on it and pushed gambling. He then walked over to the bar, took the young miss by the arm and pulled her off of her stool. " Come dancing with me, pretty lady. " Her boyfriend got off of his stool and said, " She does not need to trip the light fantastic with you. go out her alone. " He was promptly punched in the face and knocked to the floor. The three cowboys and the six bikers then came to blows.

The barroom free-for-all was somewhat lopsided as the spread hands were out numbered two to one. The bar owner stepped out from behind the bar. In his hand he had what appeared to be a baseball bat with the with child half cut off. One of the biker baby stepped in front of him and when he hesitated, she promptly gave him a arduous boot between the legs. He fell to the floor like a release of flour being dropped. The fight only lasted a dyad of minutes. When it was over, one of the rockers had gone out and gotten some zip ties from the purse on his bike and the three puncher and the barkeep were all tied to the electric chair at their workforce and foundation. One had a bloody intrude and Donna's brother had a cut over his right eye. One of the bikers had a bloody lip.

Duke stood, holding the cowgirl's weaponry behind her as they stood in front man of her boyfriend. He turned her around and forced a big kiss with her. " well, little dame, it's fourth dimension for a little unrecorded entertainment around here. Get up on the syndicate table and terpsichore for all of us. " She didn't react till Duke took his switchblade in his mitt and showed it to her. " Would you like your boyfriend to be a steer rather than a shit ? "

Donna unenthusiastically got up onto the puddle tabular array as one of the bikers put more money into the jukebox and played to a greater extent careen music. She swayed and moved as the music played. Before the first birdsong had ended, Duke stopped her and told her that when he said dance, he meant for her to do a striptease dance not to just swing her hips a little. He punched her boyfriend in the face. Then Donna reached for the cinch on her shirt and started dancing again.

By the time the side by side Song had finished, she was nude, dancing in the middle of the pool board as the bikers urged her on. Donna was 5'6 " with a small shank and small tight pelvis. Her tits were probably a relax fit in a C-cup bra. Her skin had a pretty sound tan and you could clearly see where her bathing causa bottoms fit, but there were no igniter areas where a top would have covered her breast. Her pussy was cleanly shaved which got the attention and approval of all of the bikers. They watched for a while, as did the four that were bound to the chairs. Then Duke spoke to Jess, a large womanhood who was one of the biker's old madam. She probably weighed fifty pound sterling more than Donna. " Jess, you like female child. Would you like to get up there and join our pretty acquaintance ? "

Jess promptly jumped up on the tabular array, grabbed Donna on both face of her jaw and forced her mouth open. This was followed by a hanker abstruse candy kiss with Jess's clapper deeply probing Donna's mouthpiece. Donna had never been kissed by another charwoman but there was nothing she could do about it. Her boyfriend struggled but could not get loose. Jess unzipped and removed her leather jacket. She was wearing a black bustier that held her D-cup tits up but was cut so the tops of her breasts were exposed all the way down so that her large teat were exposed. Then she kicked off her shoes and dropped her slacks. She was not wearing panty. Her pussy cumulation pushed out and was covered by a buddy-buddy mat of black pubic hairsbreadth. All she had on now was her bustier.

Jess put her hands behind Donna's headway and wrapped her finger into Donna's hair and pulled the immature little girl to her thorax. " suck my tits, Bitch. realise them feel good. " Donna followed parliamentary law. Jess held her so tight to her titty 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 good suck somewhere else. " Jess pushed Donna down onto her dorsum, straddled her and lowered her cunt onto Donna's face. " biff my pussy, slut. " She wiggled her ass all over Donna's grimace. " You can do fucking better than that. Get your clapper out. Lick my clit and gravel it deep up in my pussy. fucking me with your tongue or I'll never let you up. " You could see the four tied men trying to get unloose but there was no way they were going to be capable 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 grimace. When she got up, you could see Donna withdraw and her typeface was all wet slick, covered with Jess's girlfriend cum. She bent down and kissed Donna again. Donna did not answer but she didn't resist either.

" OK Jess. It's our turn. " As Duke and another of the bikers stripped off their drawers you could see the tied men, including her pal continue to struggle but at the same tome observe a close spotter on what was happening. There were big extrusion in all of their pants. The bikers climbed onto the syndicate tabular array with their stopcock waving in front of them. Donna tried to jump off the mesa but was grabbed and stopped. Jess reached into the pocket of her jacket crown and pulled out a stun gun. She pressed it to Donna's right white meat and it went off. Donna screamed in pain in the neck and fell plane on the table.

The men forced her to her handwriting and knees. Donna was crying, " No. Please don't, please. Don't make me do this. Please. " Paying no attention to her pleadings, Duke got behind her and the other biker got on his human knee at her nerve. Duke was first. He plunged his thick seven inch into Donna's still pretty dry cunt with one thrust, causing her to cry out. As her mouth opened to holler, it was filled with another prick about the same size.

Donna had never done deepthroat before and the first time his cock pushed its way into her throat, it caused her to vomit. She threw up around his cocksucker and onto the board. Her mouthpiece was so punch that some of it came out her nozzle. He grabbed her by the hair's-breadth and rubbed her face in the pool of puke. Lifting her head teacher back up he ran his erecting back into her pharynx. This metre she did not puke again. Her throat adjusted to the onset and she accepted the fact that her sassing was going to be treated the same way as her cunt.

Meanwhile, Duke kept up his hard pounding of her from the spine, holding her rose hip and thrusting as arduous and as fast as he could. Her mouth was filled with cum first. She wanted to spit it out but she was told to take back it or there would be even more trouble for her. She swallowed. Duke was not far behind. " tinker's dam this girl has a pissed snatch. She must not own 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 rigorous little beef every day ? You should, she's one heavy opus of ass. " He did not reply. Duke blew his burden deep in her womb, then pulled out and went to her face to get sucked clean and jerk. Donna did not resist when Duke put his cock, covered with his cum and her fluids, into her backtalk to be cleaned.

Before Duke and the other were even off the table, the future two were ready to strike their topographic point. Again her snatch and mouth were roughly used for the men's pleasure. This meter, Donna's body gave her up and several moment into this next rapine, she moaned and shook as she experienced a strong orgasm. All the rockers, men and cleaning lady, laughed and commented about how the little loose woman was really enjoying what was happening to her. Donna was shocked that she had reacted like that to being raped but she had to admit to herself that her body liked being treated like it was. They pumped her cunt and throat full of another load of cum and were replaced by the endure two. She looked back to see what sizing cock was going to be next to invade her insides. It was like the others. She thought to herself that seven inches is a nice size.

This clock time the man at her rear, slid his cock into her. After a few stroke in her cunt, he proclaimed that after being fucked for ten minutes or more and being filed with two gobs of heart, her cunt was too sloppy and that he needed a tighter hole to fuck. Donna knew what he was thinking and she was panicked. " No. I've never been fucked there. Please fuck my pussy. I'll squeeze my muscles as hard as I can. Or shtup 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 wooden leg and scooped up some cum. After rubbing it on her ass hole he roughly inserted one digit. Donna cried again. Then a second base finger joined the initiatory and he started pushing them in and out of her little cockle brown hollow. After pulling his fingers out he shoved his prick into her pussy one more time to get it nicely cum covered. Then he placed it at Donna's ass mess and started to push.

Donna tried as often as she could to make relaxed her anal muscle so there would not be as lots pain. That helped him get in easier but there was still a lot of pain. She was so design on what was happening to her ass that she hardly paid judgment to the cock that was face fucking her. She yowled around the cock in her mouth as the prick she feared forced its way into her bowels. It was just before he blew his wad that the botheration ended and she found herself actually pushing back to match his driving force. When he pulled his void prick out of her defecator, she wasn't ready. Donna could actually feel another orgasm building. She pushed on the pelvic arch of the biker in her back talk, looked up at him and to her own electrical shock actually said, " culture in my ass, please. " The two men swapped lieu. Without thinking, she opened her backtalk and sucked the stopcock that had just been pounding trench in her defecator. The net cock soon put a second load deep in her prick pipe and she had a low orgasm in time with his. Then there was just one Thomas More turncock to clean. When she was done, it was spotless.

One of them asked if they were each going to take a second shot at her to use the hole that they had not used the first time. Donna's heart skipped a musical rhythm when she heard the question. Her puss and jaw were so abused that she didn't think she could lead another unit of ammunition. Duke said no. He said that it was getting late and that they had to have some miles.

Jess went to Duke. " Duke, can I use the little cunt one to a greater extent time please ? " " OK ", Replied Duke. Jess got back onto the table and laid on her vertebral column in all the puddle of cum that had dripped shape Donna's holes. " 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 cunt and ass hole. Donna could feel herself about to cum again when Jess stopped and got up. " Get on your knees Darlin’and put your hands under me like a quarterback does to a center. Donna didn’t bonk what was happening but she did as she was told.

Jess grunted and pushed a big easy shit turd into Donna's outstretched hands. It was affectionate 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 movement. " Do I have to get the stun gun again ? " Remembering the acute pain of the stupor, Donna proceeded to rub the stool over her chest. After it was all cattle ranch around, Jess had one More order. " Now lift your mamilla up and lick my shit. " Donna hesitated and Jess took the stun gun out of her jacket pocket. Donna lifted her breast up and started licking shit from them. She almost puked again.

Jess got off the table. All six rockers stood around the table. Duke looked at the tied men. " You have one really wild 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 office of Donna's body.

" OK guys, little lady is now going to go and get help for you. She will be back with soul 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 piss, rat and cum, outdoors. " The closest town is three miles this way. You can get help there. I'd give you a ride but you're such a screwing mess that I don't want you on my bike. We will hinge on beside you but we can't go genuine slow so you had upright walk of life fast. " Donna walked down the route and the bikes 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 good deal big head start.

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




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