From carla305@aol.com Sat Aug 23 09:46:04 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Repost: White Trash, part 1 From: carla305@aol.com (Carla305) Date: 23 Aug 1997 13:46:04 GMT -------- This is the first installment in my White Trash series... sort of an introduction... if anyone reading this is offended by explicit sex or is below the age of 18, please stop. This is not for you. For any of the rest of you horny guys.... well.... This butt's for you... Since I was a teenager, I've been known as a kind of a slut. I've never minded that too much, since it meant that I had a lot of guys wanting to take me out and stuff, but I do get asked sometimes how a girl gets to be this way. I'm not much for the psycological crap, but I guess you could say that my family had a lot to do with it. My mom was always a real hot dresser. She still is, and she's over 50. She loves to wear heels and short skirts and show off her legs, which are still pretty good. And her husband, my step-father, doesn't mind it a bit. He loves to take her out all dolled up, as he says, and have a lot of guys looking at his wife. I don't know if they fool around with other people, but I bet they do. They just never did around me. Which doesn't mean they don't do it at home! Hell, they are so damn noisy when they fuck, you couldn't miss it if you wanted to! Especially in that damn trailer where I grew up. Walls there were as thin as paper. Couldn't miss much. My bedroom a tiny one, right next to theirs. I learned to talk dirty early, listening to my mom and dad through the walls. When I was younger, it used to bother me, but after I turned about 12, I started wondering what they were doing, and paying more attention. I could sure tell they liked it. By this time, I knew the mechanics of it, from sex education in school. But it wasn't till I was 14 that I started to figure out what was so great about it. At that time, my step-brother, Phil, was still living with us. Now, this trailer only had two bedrooms, so Phil had to sleep on the couch in the living room. He didn't like it much, but there wasn't much else to do. Well, when I was 14, a freshman in high school, I was up late one night, talking on the phone with a girlfriend, when I heard Phil making some noises out in the living room. I guess he thought I was asleep.. I was trying to be real quiet so I wouldn't get in trouble. I got off the phone, and went real quietly to see what was going on. Trailers, if you never lived in one, are pretty squeaky. I did my best to walk slow and to keep the noise down, but I was sure he'd hear me. He didn't. He was too busy, I saw, when I got to the corner and could see around to the couch. He was lying on the couch, looking at a magazine, and jerking off. He was kinda talking to himself, like he was with a girl, and rubbing his dick real fast. I'd never seen one hard before, so I just kinda stood there, gaping, I guess, and watching. Phil would pull on his cock for a while, then turn a page, and do it some more. Now, I couldn't see too well from where I was what he was looking at, but I could tell it wasn't just naked women. There were couples in this book, doing stuff, but I didn't know what. Anyway, I was so fascinated by watching Phil that I didn't think much about the book. I stood there, just watching, till he started to groan. He started saying stuff like, "Oh, yeah, oh yeah..." and his hips started bumping up and down. He only had on some boxer shorts that were pulled way down, so when he came, he shot it all over his stomach. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. I had to try real hard just to stay quiet. He kept jerking on himself, and this white goo kept coming out of his cock. Finally the last little bit oozed out onto his hand. I ducked back when he sat up to get some tissues to clean up, then stayed real still till I thought he was asleep before I snuck back to my room. When I got back, I diddled my own self for a while before I went to sleep. (I didn't have a real orgasm till I was 17.) The next day, when I got home from school, and Phil was still at football practice, I went looking for that book of his. I wanted to see what made him so excited. I found it, first place I looked, up in the springs under the couch. I started flipping through the pages, looking at all these pictures of people fucking and girls sucking on guys, and guys eating girls, and cum. Oh, the pictures of guys cumming. I had just watched Phil's cock shooting cum and now there were these huge ones in the book, plopping great big wads of sticky stuff all over the girls, or in there mouths. At that time, I just figured that was what they did not to get pregnant. I didn't realize how much guys get off seeing their cum on a girl. Anyways, I liked what I saw. It got me all hot, and I went off to my bedroom to play with myself for a while. That night, I waited to see if I could hear Phil doing it again. A while after things got quiet, I did, and I snuck back out to watch him again. His cock wasn't as big as the ones in the magazine, but it looked pretty good to me, and I watched, fascinated as he jerked himself off again. I watched how his eyes screwed all shut when he was about to come, and his body went all rigid, and it made me all quivery inside. When he was done, I didn't wait quite so long before going back to my room. I couldn't wait to feel my fingers between my legs... This went on for a couple of months without much change. Sometimes I would sneak a look at Phil's dirty books, and sometimes I would sneak out to watch him. I told some of my girlfriends about the magazines, but I never told them about watching my step-brother. That might have been too much! Well, one night, I heard Phil playing with himself again, and I got out of bed to go watch him. I had come to like the anticipation, watching him, waiting, waiting for the moment when he'd shoot white goo all over his hand and belly. I could sort of tell, now, when it was about to happen. His eyes would start to close, or roll up in his head, and he's start to jerk faster on his prick. When he was doing it, I had started to play with myself, too, while I watched, and my fingers would go faster and faster as I saw him getting close. I never did come, but it sure did feel good. On this night, though, there would be a change. Looking back, I think that Phil must have known for a while that I was watching, because on this night, when he spoke to me, he didn't seem embarrassed or anything. I was, though. As I was watching him, and as he was just getting going good, he turned his head toward the corner where I was hiding and said, "You like to watch this?" and smiled. I was busted, I knew, but I ran back to my bedroom anyways. I heard him walking back to my room, and then he opened the door. There he stood, his shorts still pulled down, his hard cock in his hand, smiling. "Well?" he said. He didn't seem mad at all. In fact, he seemed pretty nice. He'd never had much use for me, especially since I got the bedroom and he didn't, but he seemed pretty cool. I smiled a little I guess, or tried to, and nodded. "You want to see up close? Come out here and sit beside me. I'll do it, and you can watch, okay?" I shook my head, staring, I'm sure, at his cock which he was still rubbing with his hand. "Okay," he said, "but you can come sit by me any time you want..." He turned and went back to finish what he'd started, his big red cock filling his hand. That night, I didn't go back out to watch him, but a few nights later, I did, just going as far as my normal corner to watch. I could tell now that he knew I was there. I didn't even try to be quiet. He looked over and smiled at me once, and went back to his fantasy, finally covering his stomach with another load of cum. It went on like this for a while, me watching from a distance, but Phil knowing I was there. He seemed to enjoy knowing I was watching. Every once in a while, he would motion with his hand for me to come and sit on the couch beside him, but I didn't, at least not for a while. Then, one night, I did. He looked over and smiled and said, "This is silly. What's the difference between being over there and being over here. Wouldn't you like to see better?" I thought for a minute, and decided that there wasn't any harm in it, so I went over and sat on the edge of the couch, trying not to touch him. He said, "Now, isn't that better?" Then grinned and went back to jerking off. I could see the pictures he was looking at, too, and could hardly believe the looks on the peoples' faces as these huge guys stuck their cocks into the girls' pussies and assholes. I got more and more excited, sitting this close to Phil, as he got closer to cumming. His breathing got quicker and quicker, and my eyes must have been about to jump out of my head. At last he climaxed, and I watched as cum spurted out of the tip of his cock all over his stomach. He asked me to hand him the kleenex when he was done, which I did, then I went back to bed without saying anything, and played with myself for a long time. I didn't go back out to watch him for a while, but the next time I did, I just went and sat next to him without waiting to be asked. Phil just smiled and scooted over on the couch to make some room for me. We didn't talk while he was jerking off, which was good. I wouldn't have known what to say, and I guess Phil figured that out, cause he never asked me anything. At least, not for a while. Then, one night, in the winter of that year, probably December, Phil spoke to me instead of to his magazine while he was jerking off. I had become accustomed to watching him, though not as often as when I was hiding at first, and he seemed to sense my new comfort. I had begun to wonder what the cum felt like, what his cock actually felt like, what it would be like to do it for him, and he must have known. On this cold night, as I stared at the big red head of his cock, he said, "Wouldn't you like to help me? Huh?" I looked up at him and he smiled. Without asking again, he reached out for my hand and pulled it to his lap. He wrapped my fingers around the rigid, hot shaft of his cock, and then put his hand around mine. "Yeah, just like that. I'll help you help me.... like this...." and he started pushing my hand up and down on his prick. I could hardly believe what I was feeling, not just the feel of the hard cock in my hand, but the feeling between my legs as Phil guided my hand up and down his stiff cock. "Yeah, that's soooo good, Carla... so nice..... Just like this..." His hand picked up the pace, sliding my hand up and down faster, and moving more over the spongy head of his cock. I loved the way it felt in my hand. I could even feel him getting thicker and harder as he got more excited. I started to squeeze more with my hand and to pump him for myself. Phil's eyes opened and he smiled at me, then took his hand away from mine. "Yes, Carla... just like that.... just keep it up, and I'll be done in a minute!" I started jerking him off by myself, staring sometimes at Phil's face, which was all screwed up with pleasure, and at the cock in my hand, which seemed about to shoot. It wasn't long before he started to mutter, "Oh yeah, oh yeah.... just a little more.. Yes! Oh! Oh!" He grunted and groaned, and his hips started to pitch.. His body went all tight and then I felt it. I felt his cock start to pulsate in my hand, and I almost yelled out myself. I could feel the pumping action, from the base of his cock to the tip, and then the cum as it shot toward the tip of his prick. When he came, I had his cock pointed straight up, not up toward his chest, so the cum went up, then down right onto my hand. I did give a little, "Oh!" as I felt the hot goo landing on my fingers and thumb, and as he continued to come, it just poured out of him like sticky cream, all over my hand. It made his cock slipperier, and my hand started sliding up and down on the head of his cock as he came, which got a surprised look from him. "Oh, God, yes... right there!" he groaned at me, his eyes wide. And I did, pump him, right there, till he was exhausted. Then I milked the last of the cum from his cock as I'd seen him do a zillion times, sliding a slippery thumb up the underside of his prick, pushing the last little bit of cum out of him. "Oh, Jesus, that was good!" he moaned as I handed him the tissues and took two for myself. "Did you like it?" I was too embarrassed to admit just how much I'd liked it, so I just nodded silently and smiled. I went off to play with myself alone (I was a long way from being ready to be seen doing that!) and dreamed of the sensations I'd just experienced all night. It was another week or so before I ventured out to join Phil again on the couch. This time though, I didn't wait to be invited to "help." I sat down next to him and took his prick into my hand and went to work. Phil just closed his eyes and relaxed, muttering things like, "Oh, yeah, baby..." and stuff while I jerked him off. The game of anticipation had become much, much more exciting, now that I was doing the work. I could feel the changes in his prick, in his body, and suddenly I could hardly wait to see feel the cum as it poured out of him. I gave more attention to the head of his cock this time, as it seemed that he liked that more, and he did. He started gasping and cursing softly as I slid my fingers back and forth across the soft head of his hard cock, and soon he was about to come again. This time, I pointed his cock up onto his belly, so that only a little got on my hand. I had thought that I didn't want to get so messy as the last time, but I found that it was much less exciting when I didn't feel Phil's juices running over my fingers. From that time forward, I made sure that I got as much of his cum on my hands as I could. It was Spring, and Phil and I were getting pretty regular. I wasn't allowed to date yet, so he was the only boy contact I had except for school. Phil had taught me some more things that felt good to him, and though I knew he had girlfriends, I knew he enjoyed his time with me. One night, when we were together, I was spitting on the end of his cock, to make it slippery for my hands. As the spit dribbled out of my mouth onto the tip, Phil asked, "Wouldn't you like to kiss it? Like in the books?" I looked up at him as I rubbed the shiny liquid over the head of his cock. Actually, I'd been thinking about it for a long time, wondering what it would be like, so when he asked, I wasn't surprised or embarrassed. I just nodded. Then I went down on him for the first time. First I just kissed the end of his cock, then I licked it, and I tasted something new, the first bit of his precum, salty and faintly bitter. "Mmmm, yesssss," he hissed as I ran my tongue back and forth across the tip of his cock. I took a little more of his cock into my virgin mouth, and sucked gently on the head while I pumped his cock with my spit-slicked hand. "Oh, god!" he groaned. "That is soooooo good... just do that, just like that!" So I did. I didn't try to gobble his whole cock, like some of the girls in the books, I just sucked the end, softly at first, then harder later, while I stroked his prick with my hand. Phil started to push his hips up in little thrusts, moving his cock slightly in and out of my mouth, so I started moving my head up and down a little, too, while I sucked on him. I doubt it was any skill of mine that did it, but it hardly took any time for me to begin to feel Phil's climax coming. I continued to suck on him, waiting anxiously for his cock to pour out it's cum again. I could taste the precum flowing out of him better now, and wasn't too scared about gagging when he came (one of my girlfriends had said she always did when her boyfriend came in her mouth...) so I worked his cock even harder to get him off. When Phil came, he started wriggling all over the couch. His cum started spurting into my mouth as I sucked and stroked, and I did nearly gag, it was so thick and heavy, and tasted so weird, but as soon as that had passed, I was sucking for all I was worth, allowing the juices to run out of my mouth and down over my fist. I could not have imagined how good it would feel to have his cum surging into my mouth like that. I just kept at it till Phil told me to quit... He was done. I looked at him with some dissappointment, I guess, cause he said, "Hey, there's always tomorrow!" and smiled. This time I wasn't too embarrassed to answer. "There sure is, and if I don't get to do this again tomorrow, I'm gonna kick your ass!" Phil laughed as I cleaned myself up and went off to bed. There were lots more nights like that one in my freshman year, before Phil went off to the community college. He got me to swallow, which was another cool experience, and made a lot less mess. Somehow it didn't bother me to miss having cum on my hands if I could feel it sliding down my throat! Now, that is sort of the way this slut got started. See, by the time Mom let me start dating the next year, I was way ahead of the boys. Phil was gone, so I was pretty horny. I didn't jump the guy the first date I ever had, but the first time one of them put his hand around my shoulders in the movie to grab my tit, my hand went right into his lap. That was almost the end of my sophomore year, of course, but it didn't take long for us to go from playing touchy feely in the movie to me jerking him off, and later, sucking him off. He was a junior, and had his own beat up car, but it was enough for us. He would feel me up, sticking his fingers inside me and getting me all wet, while I sucked him off. He wanted to fuck, but I was still afraid of getting pregnant, so I wouldn't. He must've told some other guys I was pretty easy, though, 'cause suddenly I had a lot of juniors and seniors asking me for dates. Mom didn't like it too much, but she didn't say a lot, probably 'cause she did about the same thing. Anyhow, I started dating a lot, and got a rep as an easy blow job. About half way through my junior year my girlfriend told me how to get the pill without telling my parents, and that was it. I've been sucking and fucking ever since. Had my first real orgasm that year, too, first time I ever had a cock inside me. It was so amazing I asked him if we could do it again the next night. Needless to say, he said yes... I've tried a lot since then, and enjoy talking dirty, like my Mom and her husband, and now that I live away, I do a lot more. My latest thing has been fucking black guys. Just learned how hot that was recently. Actually, I saw some pics on AOL a couple years ago of black guys fucking white girls, and it made me so hot I decided I had to try it. It was great... So there you have it, how I came to be the cum loving slut that I am. Hope it hasn't bored you... sure didn't bore me remembering! Carla... From carla305@aol.com Sat Aug 23 09:49:07 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Repost: White Trash, part 2 From: carla305@aol.com (Carla305) Date: 23 Aug 1997 13:49:07 GMT -------- This is the second installment in my White Trash series... if anyone reading this is offended by explicit sex or is below the age of 18, please stop. This is not for you. For any of the rest of you horny guys.... well.... This butt's for you... Ricky was due any minute as I struggled with the zipper on my tight, fake-leather mini. It fit nice and tight, but the zipper was kinda crummy, so it stuck sometimes. When I'd gotten it zipped, I pulled a little black midi tank top over my head. Without a bra, it was real sexy, cause it just came down below my tits by a little bit. I brushed my hair for the third time in half an hour, putting back in place the few strands that had been mussed by the pulling on of my top. I put on my lipstick, looking out the bathroom window for Ricky's truck over and over. When I was done, I slipped into my matching black heels and checked myself in the full length mirror in the hall. I liked what I saw... lots of skin, from my bare legs to my bare midriff, and everything I wore yelled, "Fuck me!" Since Ricky was taking me to a drive in over in Wadesville, I didn't think I needed to suggest too much, but what the hell. I loved the way he and other guys looked at me when I dressed sexy. The Midway drive in was the last one in the county, and it showed year-old movies. I think that it's only reason for being was what happened in most of the cars there. It was widely known to be the best make-out spot in the area. You could do anything, and the sheriff's guys wouldn't bother you, unlike a lot of the popular parking spots down by the river. So I knew, since that was where we were going, what Ricky had in mind. Of course, that was no surprise anyway. We hadn't been out before, but I knew what my reputation was at school. It didn't bother me, and it got me a lot of dates. I always had my pick of a few guys any Friday night. It always gave me a charge, knowing what all those Barbie-doll cheerleader types thought about me, to know that their boyfriends were asking me out, that they'd be sitting home while I was out giving their guys a good time. So, I was dressed and ready by the time I saw Ricky's black pickup riding through the trailer park toward my mom's place. I waited till he got there, though, and honked, before I stepped out on the little concrete stoop to greet him. I wanted to be sure he would be close enough for me to see his eyes when he saw me the first time, and it was worth it. His eyes got big, and his lips drew up in a silent whistle.... We stopped on the way to Wadesville at a barbecue place out on the bypass. Walking in with Ricky was a rush... There were stares, and even a couple audible whistles as I walked to one of the formica covered tables with Ricky. He grinned like crazy, knowing how the guys there were envying him. Waiting for the sun to set, we both got combo plates with barbecue (the real, North Carolina kind!) and chicken. We talked about school, and about the baseball team, which was doing well, and about college. I was going to start in the community college next fall, but Ricky was going off to State. I took the time to begin to play, some.... When my fingers got good and sticky from the fried chicken, I did what my momma always said you should never do in public, I licked them off. Actually, I kinda sucked the grease off my fingers, staring all the time right into Ricky's eyes, to be sure he knew what I was thinking. He actually blushed, and I smiled at him, sliding one of my fingers in and out of my mouth. As the sun was setting, we rode the 27 miles to Wadesville. I slid across the bench seat next to Ricky, and he put his arm around me. I let my hand fall on his leg, but didn't do much... just wanted to be close. The first movie (it was a double feature) was the fairly recent one, an action-adventure thing certain to be loud enough to drown out any activity in the cars in the parking lot. As Ricky and I watched the first few minutes, I sat waiting for him to initiate something. He was pretty slow. Finally, the hand around my shoulders pulled me close, turning me. He kissed me, opening his mouth to mine, pushing his tongue deep. I kissed him back, entwining my tongue with his. My hands wrapped around his torso as he pulled me to him, and I draped one of my legs across his lap. I moaned as his tongue wriggled in my mouth, and I began to suck on it, pulling on it as though it were another part of his anatomy. He held me closer, and one of his hands passed between us, pressing against my bare abdomen. I wriggled happily, letting him know how welcome his touch was, and he took the hint. His fingers slipped up, under the stretchy fabric of my top, and began toying with my nipples, back and forth between them. As the speaker in the window gave us an audio indication of explosive action on the screen, I groaned, and my hand slid down from Ricky's back to a place between his thighs... as his hand began to massage and squeeze my tits, my hand found the lump of flesh beneath the fly of his jeans. I rubbed it firmly as his hands pushed my top up, exposing both my tits.... I paused just long enough to take it the rest of the way off before I went back to my manual attentions to his crotch. He groaned loudly and his lips slid down my throat to my breasts. While he sucked at them, awkwardly, bending down in the seat, working around the steering wheel, I started tugging at the waist of his jeans, trying to get the top snap undone. They were new, though, and the snap was a pain. Finally, Ricky just reached down and helped me... I laughed as he grabbed my hand and guided it anxiously to his open pants. "We got plenty of time, Ricky..." I said. "take your time!" I put my hand into his pants and realized why he was so anxious. His cock was already hard as a rock. At first I just rubbed it through his jockey shorts. He groaned again, his mouth full of one of my tits, as I slipped my hand under the elastic band of his shorts and started rubbing his rigid prick... I felt my mouth watering and a strong tingling between my legs as I held his overheated cock between my fingers. I spread my legs slightly as his hand pushed between them. His jeans fit to tightly to get to his cock much, so I tugged at them some more, and he lifted his hips up to help me. When I'd pushed them down enough, I bent toward his prick, standing proud and red and stiff, and took it into my mouth. He sighed loudly as my lips and tongue started dancing around the head of his prick. I stroked it gently as I sucked it, feeling his fingers exploring the mound beneath my panties. I wriggled again, letting him know I enjoyed his touch, and went back to work on his prick. His fingers pushed aside the crotch of my panties and slipped between the halves of my mound. He pushed between the wet lips of my pussy and entered me with his finger as I sucked with more purpose on his cock. Maybe it was his youth, or the fact that he'd been looking forward to getting his turn at my infamous mouth all week, but it didn't take him long to cum the first time. I felt his cock starting to spasm in anticipation of his orgasm before I'd even gotten going good. I started pumping him harder and sucking on the head. His fingers forgot what they were doing, his hands clenching in fists as he sensed that he was about to cum. As the speaker in the window gave and earth shattering crash, he shouted, "Oh, damn!" and his cock exploded, spewing hot cum into my mouth which I rapidly swallowed. He came and came, making me think that he hadn't jerked of in a long time. When at last he stopped twitching and pumping cum into my mouth, I looked up at him and smiled. "That was nice," I said, grinning. "Oh, god, it was better than nice!" he crowed. I got the feeling that this was his first blow job. He was so damned pleased with himself. I sat up next to him and snuggled close, pulling his arm around my shoulder. His hand settled onto my right breast, which he held gently as my hand settled into his lap and played with his waning erection. We watched some of the movie for a while, but it hardly held our attention. I loved the feel of Ricky's dick as it softened in my hand. I have always liked the way a limp cock flopped in my hand, amazed at the way it would change size and grew hard at my touch. After a few minutes I bent again to put my face into Ricky's lap. This time I took a soft, wrinkled prick between my lips and just sucked contentedly at it. It still tasted of his cum, which excited me. Ricky's fingers began toying with my pussy again, this time trying, I thought, to find my clitty. With one hand I guided his finger to my tender little love button. I rubbed it gently back and forth across it a few times, showing him what I liked as I felt his cock beginning to respond to my play. "Mmmm... Carla... that feels sooooooo good..." he groaned as my head started to bob up and down on his half hard cock. The fingers of one hand were full of my hair as I sucked him. The other hand diddled without much expertise, but I didn't care much. I'd get off, one way or another. This time, Ricky took longer to cum. This time I got him good and hard, and spent a nice long time bobbing on him before he took charge. The first movie had nearly ended before he drew his hand away from my twat and with both hands held my head in his lap. I grunted happily as he held it still and started lifting his hips, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. Saliva slid down his cock and over my hand as he fucked my mouth faster and harder. "Uh, uh, uh...." he grunted himself as his head rocked back and he lost himself in his pleasure. I just held my head still and sucked the best I could at his pitching prick till I could tell he was about to cum again. At that point, his hips started grinding faster, in a jerky kind of way. I knew what that change meant, and I wrapped my hand firmly around his rigid cock again, pumping as my tongue and mouth worked the spongy head of his cock. "Oh god, yes.. Oh, god!" he groaned, and again his cock started twitching in my hand. The truck rocked crazily as he thrust his hips up and down. Cum came pouring out of him again. Less than the first time, but just as rewarding. I sucked it down, too, swallowing a couple times before his prick quit oozing the salty jizz. Again, I lifted my face to look into Ricky's eyes when he had quit cumming. This time, though, he didn't look back down at me. In fact, he was grinning at the passenger window of the truck, which we'd rolled down to get more air. I looked around to see what he was looking at. There, in the window, were two other guys, watching. I was a little startled, but tried to keep my cool. The realization that they had just seen me performing my magic on Ricky's wand made me excited. I think it made them excited too, 'cause they looked a little flushed. "Hey, Carla!" said Jimmy, from my English class. "That was worth the price of admission!" I looked up at Ricky. "Don't look at me! I didn't tell them anything!" I didn't believe him, but it didn't much matter. "Wish there was room for us in there, too!" grinned the other guy. I recognized him from school, but didn't know his name. "Gee.... too bad!" I smiled back, sitting up. As I did I realized that I was still without my top. Their eyes fastened right on my bare tits, like they had magnets in them or something. "Oh, you like these?" I grinned, lifting them a little with my hands... They responded with some kind of crazy compliments, and just kept staring as I sat there, not willing to give in to the urge to cover myself. "You boys look like you need to find a girl of your own... " I chuckled as they stood there. "We got no extra room in here!" I slid over next to Ricky. "Well, maybe for one," I joked. Both sets of eyes got wider, and I realized they thought I meant it. Jimmy pulled the dor open and started to jump in, but the other guy grabbed him and pulled him back out, and tried to get in himself. I could only laugh like an idiot as they both tried to fill the seat on my right, fighting like kids. "Oh, boys, boys! No need to fight," I laughed through my tears, "We could always use the truck bed!" They stopped like somebody had just turned them off. I guess they couldn't hardly believe that I was saying that. But I thought, what the hell. Maybe I fuck them here, maybe another day, but why not now? I slid across the seat toward the open door. I looked back at Ricky as I got out, still bare chested, and scrambled to the rear of the truck. He was looking at me like I was crazy. I guess I was. I climbed in the back, still in my fuck-me heels and miniskirt, and got low in the bed of the truck. There was a big canvass tarpaulin in the back, and the two boys unrolled it for me, leaving it real thick. When they had finished, I lay on my back and looked up at them. "Well, I can't be sitting straight up back here, now can I?" I said, still laughing. They saw as how I couldn't, and jumped in on either side of me. "You know, my mouth is a little tired of sucking, boys.... suppose we could find another way to help you out?" I asked, pulling my knees up and spreading them suggestively. "Oh, shit yeah!" said the other guy. I pulled my skirt up higher, bunching it at my waist as he unfastened his pants. Kneeling in the back of the truck, he pulled them down and his nice hard cock sprang up, bouncing in front of him. "Well, come around here, now," I said. "No, you don't have to get them all the way off... You'll do, just like that..." He had been trying to pull his tight jeans off, but I always kinda liked screwing with clothes on. Sexy somehow. So with his pants down around his thighs he got between my legs. My pussy was already wet, so all I did was pull my panties to the side and spread my legs real wide as he leaned over me. "Ohhhhhhh, yeah.... "I groaned as his hot cock slid between my pussy lips and started to slide down my wet tunnel. I lifted my legs up, my feet in the air behind him as he bent over more and pushed himself deeper and deeper. "Yeah... yeah..." I moaned. He started fucking me with about half his cock, in and out real fast, then started pushing deeper with each strock till his cock was buried deep inside me. "Oh, baby!" chuckled Jimmy as his friend started to fuck me harder. "mmmf, mmmf, mmmf, I grunted as he did. The ridges in the bed of the truck weren't all that comfortable, but it felt so good, having a stiff cock fucking my pussy at last. "Yeah, yeah...." Once again I was with a boy who was to hot for my own good. He'd probably been rubbing himself while he watched me sucking Ricky, so it didn't take long before thes guy whose name I still didn't know was puming his cum deep into my pussy. I had been close to cumming myself, but he came a little too fast, so when he was done, I rushed him off of me. He started to collapse on me, but I pushed him up. "No, baby... Jimmy's turn... Jimmy, you gotta get this girl off!" He pulled out and rolled to the side, banging his ass on the wheel well. He yelped a little, but I didn't pay attention, as Jimmy had his pants pulled down now, and was ready to enter me. He bent over, kneeling between my legs, and pushed the big head of his cock into the cummy opening of my cunt. "Fuck me hard, baby... make me cum.... " I begged him as he shoved his cock deep into my sloppy hole. He just grinned and started driving that big hard cock into me with long, even thrusts. I started moaning right away, picking up almost where I had left off, and I soon felt my only orgasm of the night on it's way. (Not that I count. One good one a day is more than enough...) "Yeah, Jimmy, yeah, baby... like that... now harder.. harder baby...." Jimmy bent down over me and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, my spiked heels hooked behind his butt, pulling him into me faster and faster. His hands went down, under my ass and grabbed hold, his weight all on my torso as he humped harder and harder, holding my ass as he slapped himself against me. "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" I started chanting as I felt myself about to cum. I forgot I was outside as my pleasure built to the breaking point, at last screaming, "Oh, yeah, Jimmy, fuck me! fuck me! I'm cumming!" I held him hard, pulling him into me as my cunt clamped down on his cock. With my ankles, I held him deep inside me as spasm after spasm of ecstasy poured through me. He worked himself around inside me as best he could, me clinging to him so tightly. At last my orgasm started to pass, and I let him loose a little. He was crazy by this time, almost ready to cum himself, and he jammed his cock into my sloppy pussy like a madman, banging my backside against the hard bed of the truck. I groaned in pain as one of the ridges caught my tail bone, and just as I did, I felt Jimmy bust loose. "Grrrrrr!" He growled as his cock started to spew hot cum into me. He made more guttural kinds of noises as he jammed himself deep and held his spasming cock there, pumping more and more of his jizz into me. Still as he was I could feel each spasm of his cock with the walls of my pussy. It was amazing. Then, finally, he started fucking in and out a little bit, just to get the last out of his climax and the last bit of cum into my cunt. "Oh, baby!" he grinned as he rolled aside. I just lay there for a while. I looked up through the back window of Ricky's truck, and saw his smiling face. I smiled back as I pulled my soaked panties over my pussy and sat up. Jimmy tossed me my top, and I pulled it over my head. Though the second movie was barely half over, Ricky took me home. Word spread through the school pretty fast about the events at the drive in, I think. I got a lot more invitations to movies after that, but I didn't accept them all.... Girl's gotta have SOME standards.. right? From carla305@aol.com Sat Aug 23 09:51:12 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Repost: White Trash, part 3 From: carla305@aol.com (Carla305) Date: 23 Aug 1997 13:51:12 GMT -------- This is the third installment in my White Trash series... if anyone reading this is offended by explicit sex or is below the age of 18, please stop. This is not for you. For any of the rest of you horny guys.... well.... This butt's for you... I was riding with Brad on the way back from Lake Wylie during the summer after we graduated. His family had a house and a boat up there, and we'd been partying all day. Brad had asked me to come to the party, and I had accepted happily. I knew that there would be lots of beer, and probably a lot more boys than girls there. I was right. And the beer was even good. We'd been drinking Coronas since it was hot enough for it to make sense. It had been a great party. I'd had a good time, got layed three different times, and had spent a good while riding on Brad's boat completely naked, a real rush. I figured I was gonna be hurting the next day, from sunburn, but I didn't much care after the fourth beer. Anyway, we were riding home, and I was just wearing my bikini and sitting as close as I could get to Brad, with the bucket seats in his car. He had a convertible that his Daddy had given him for graduation, and even though the sun was going down, we had the top down. The temperature was still nearly 90, so it felt real good. I leaned toward Brad as we were riding and gave him a big kiss on his neck, then started sucking, like I was gonna give him a hickey. He laughed, and kind of pushed me away. Even though we'd had sex earlier in the day, I don't think he wanted me leaving any marks on him. His girlfriend, Anne, might not like it. So I said to him, "Well, if you won't let me suck you there, how about here?" and I grabbed his crotch, getting a handful of his cock. He was just wearing his swimsuit and a pullover shirt, so there was not much between my fingers and his soft prick. He grinned, and nodded, and slid down in the seat a little. I giggled, still full of beer, and leaned over. His suit had a velcro fly, so I pulled it open, laughing at the loud ripping sound it made as I slipped my hand inside and pulled his limp cock out. "Oh, yeah... damn Carla you are one hot slut!" he crooned as I set my lips and tongue to work on the head of his cock. I held it all gently in my hand till it started to grow thicker and harder, then added a pumping action to the stiffening shaft. He groaned and wiggled in the seat, and I could feel the car weaving back and forth in the lane. I hoped he wasn't going to crash us when he came. It didn't take long for his cock to get good and hard. I started moving my head up and down on it, then, sucking hard. He took his right hand and slid it inside my bikini top, squeezing my tit while I got him closer and closer. "Oh, yeah, baby... yeah.. do it.. yeah... that's it..." I could tell he was about to shoot when I heard the roar of a truck engine pulling up beside us. Brad was real close, but I stopped to look up and wait for the truck to pass. I saw a deli truck running along beside us as I lifted my head, and a guy looking out the window, watching. "Oh, Carla, baby... don't quit... Damn, I'm just about to cum!" He put his hand on my hand and pushed my face back down toward his torrid cock. "Don't worry about him.. You said you like to be watched!" So, with the truck's engine roaring in my ears, I bent back to my work, fastening my mouth onto Brad's prick and sucking hard as my head bobbed up and down. "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah!" yelled Brad as my hand my my mouth brought him back to the edge of his climax. I started pumping him really fast with my hand and sucked like crazy on the bulbous head of his prick as I felt his cock start to pulsate. "Oh, YEAAAAAHHHH!" he hollered as his cock started spewing cum into my mouth. I swallowed the first bit, but then had an idea as I realized that the truck was still matching our speed, keeping an eye on the two of us in the car. So, rather than swallowing any more of Brad's cum, I allowed it to collect in my mouth until he'd finished. When his cock had pumped the last drops of thick goo into my mouth, I drew my mouth off carefully, keeping almost all of it still in my mouth, then looked up at the truck. The window of the truck was wide open, and the guy in the passenger seat was hanging out, almost like some stupid dog, with his tongue nearly hanging out. I looked up at him and smiled, opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue, covered with white blobs of Brad's cum. "Holy shit!" he screamed through the wind. "Yeah, baby!" He cheered and hooted like he was at a football game. I grinned and swallowed the rest of Brad's juices, then licked the last bit from his cock, where it had dribbled out when I took my mouth off of him. When I sat back up, the truck was still pacing Brad's car. I looked back and saw that there still wasn't anybody stuck behind us on the two lanes going South, so I leaned back in the seat, against my door, and put my feet up, on in Brad's lap, and one on the back of his seat. I pushed my tits up with my hands and lifted my eyebrows, as if to say, "You like?" Now his tongue really was haning out. Brad was laughing like a maniac, trying to tuck his cock back into his pants while I kept up the show for the rider in the truck. He looked to be about 40, kind of round faced, and his arms looked like he was pretty overweight, but his reactions made it all worth while. I pushed my tits up again, then reached behind me to unfasten the top. As it fell into my lap, my fan in the deli truck about fell out of the window of his truck. I played with my nipples for a while, getting them all hard and pointy. He kept shouting about how hot I was, and I usually just grinned and said nothing, except to stick out my tongue in a sexy way from time to time. Then Brad chimed in. "He's waiting!" he yelled over the engine and the wind. "For what?" I said. "You kidding? He wants to see that pussy of yours! Wait till he sees it's shaved!" Count on one guy to read the mind of the other. As soon as my fingers began to toy with the crotch of my bikini, my legs spraddled all over the seat, I thought the guy in the truck was going to faint. I watched his eyes, which were locked on my twat as I slowly pulled the yellow fabric of the bikini bottom to the side. "Oooooohhhh! Baaaabyyyyy!" he yelled as my bare pussy began to show. "Oh, SHIT!" I tugged the bikini to the side until he could clearly see, as well as he could in the fading light, anyway, my slit and the hairless mound that surrounded it. "Oh, baby, I gotta get some of that!" he screamed. I shook my head. "Oh, pleeeeeeeeese? Oh, baby... You got me so hot I'm about to shoot in my pants.. Pleeeeeeeese baby!" Brad was still laughing. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack, his face was so red. I realized that, between the taste of Brad's cum and the rush of giving this guy a show, I was getting pretty hot myself. I could feel myself getting moist as my pussy readied itself for some fun. But Brad wouldn't be good for anything for a while... And there was this old guy in the truck... And then, there had to be a driver... maybe the driver would be better looking... less of a jerk. Ahhh, I thought, what the hell, he's got a cock, and so does the driver, I bet. I looked at Brad, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road, they were watering so much from his laughing. "Brad!" I yelled, getting his attention. "Wanna watch me fuck those guys? Huh?" His eyes got a little wider, but he didn't look nearly as surprised as I thought he would. "Sure, Carla! You want to?" I allowed as how I was getting damned horny, and would really like to feel a hard cock in my pussy, so Brad started to slow a little. As he did, he yelled at the guy hanging out the window, "Hey, you wanna do it with her? You and the driver?" "Damn! Yeah!" he screamed back. Brad pulled ahead of the truck and started looking for a place to pull off as the truck got behind us. We took the next exit from the highway, onto some little state road, then found another, unpaved road off of that one, and Brad drove a ways down that, so that we were out of sight of the road. I was still sitting there with my tits bare as the car stopped and the truck pulled up behind us. The guy who'd been watching me jumped out before the truck even got stopped, he was so hot. I opened the door of the car and turned to get out just as the passenger from the truck got to the car. I hadn't even had time to stand up by the time he was standing in front of me. He grinned and said, "Hi, my name's Tom! And you are the hottest babe I have EVER seen!" I grinned and said thanks... and suggested that he might want to unfasten his pants for me. He unzipped them so fast his hands were shaking, and I took over for him leaning toward him as his jeans fell down, pulling his shorts down and freeing his half hard dick. It sprang up some and I took it into my mouth, cupping his hairy balls in one hand. "Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh...." he groaned as my tongue played across the underside of his cockhead and my fingers stroked the thickening shaft. "Uh, Carla?" said Brad from behind me. "Carla? hey..." he asked again. I was busy, so I just ignored him, my long brown hair hanging across my face and down either side of my hands and the cock that was just about ready for a good fuck. I lifted my head for just a second. "NOT NOW!" I said, then went back to my sucking, hoping this jerk wouldn't cum too fast, at least not till he'd gotten his cock inside me. When he was nice and hard, and a nice solid six inches long, I hopped out of the car and went to the back, my bare feet complaining about the rough road until I jumped up on the trunk of Brad's car. Tom was pretty heavy, but his belly didn't get too much in the way as I leaned back, spreading my legs and pulling my bikini bottoms to the side again. "Oh, shit, baby... I love that shaved pussy!" crooned Tom as he stepped between my legs and positioned his cock between the lips of my pussy, which I was spreading for him. "Well, then, Tom, you better fuck it, cause it needs a good fucking!" I leaned back more, resting my weight on my elbows as I felt his cock sliding into my wet cunt. "Mmmmmmm....." I moaned softly, my eyes closed as Tom pushed all of himself inside my hot pussy and started to fuck me. "Yeah, baby.. yeah...." I cooed, off in my own world. He started fucking faster and faster, his big, hairy belly pressing mine, rubbing up and down on it as his cock slid in and out of my cunt. "Yeah, baby," I encouraged him... "Fuck me! Do me good, baby..." As I spoke to him, I opened my eyes, and standing behind Tom was the reason that Brad had been trying to get my attention. This guy must have been the driver. He was huge, at least 6'4", broad as an oak, and black. Black! He was standing there, grinning, his pants already open and his huge black cock in his hand. My eyes must have gone real wide when I saw him, 'cause he laughed when our eyes met. But I hardly had a second to think about what was going on, because Tom's excitement really got the better of him, and suddenly his hard cock, which seemed tiny compared to the one I was staring at, started pouring hot cum into my pussy. He groaned and bucked like crazy till his orgasm was completely spent, then opened his screwed-shut eyes and gave me a big smile. "Oh, man, that's the best fuck I EVER had!" he crowed, stepping back and tucking his still hard cock into his shorts. As he pulled his zipper up, the other guy walked forward. "And I'm Joe," he said in a deep, throaty voice. His massive hand was stroking his equally massive cock, which was already hard, and must have been at least ten inches long. I had never seen the like of it. I wasn't sure I really wanted to do this, but we'd offered to take them both on, and this guy could really cause trouble, I was sure. My legs were still spread, kind of hanging down the side of the car, my butt right at the edge, and Joe stepped between them without waiting for me to answer. "You ain't had no black cock before, have you?" I shook my head, my eyes locked now on his eyes, not his huge tool. "Well, you gonna remember THIS fuck, baby..." he said as his pressed the tip of his cock against the cummy entrance to my pussy. My eyes went back to the huge prick between my legs as he slid the first inch or so into me. Even though it didn't have a huge head, the head was actually kind of small, pointy, his cock stretched the walls of my pussy like crazy. I just kind of sat there, shocked, watching as this huge black dick penetrated my body, which seemed awfully white in comparison. He pulled out and pushed in again, deeper, then again, and deeper again. "Oh! oh! oh!" I moaned as his cock caused me pain I wasn't used to. With each easy thrust, Joe worked his cock deeper and deeper, till he'd gotten as much of his tool inside me as was going to fit. I could feel the end of his prick pressing at the end of my pussy as he smiled and said, "Now, you just lean back, white girl, and hold on. He hooked his arms under my knees, lifting my legs up, then started pounding his cock into my cunt like a wild man. I could only lean back, as he'd said, and take it. His cock rammed the deepest parts of my pussy again and again. I groaned and moaned as his cock lit my pussy up like a firecracker. As I grew accustomed to him, though, the pleasure became as intense as the discomfort had been at first. My grunts of pain slowly shifted to grunts of pleasure as I felt his cock reaming me like there was no tomorrow. "Oh, oh, oh!" I found myself yelling. Opening my eyes, I saw Joe grinning at my new pleasure. "Looky, girl... Look at how nice your shaved white pussy looks, full of black cock!" I let my eyes drift down, and got another thrill as I watched his enormous cock, now shiny black with my juices and the cum already inside me, fucking my pussy like a train piston. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.... " I moaned louder as I realized that I was getting ready to cum... "Oh, yes, yes..." "You likin this, ain't you?" he grinned... "You gonna cum all over my black dick? You want me to make you cum?" "Oh, yes... yes, baby, make me cum!" "Tell me how, baby," he said, slowing just slightly so I wouldn't reach a climax just yet. "Tell me what you want!" "I want to cum! I want you to make me cum! Fuck me, fuck me harder, like before!" I yelled. "Fuck you? With what?" he laughed, teasing. "With your cock, with your big black cock! Please, I'm almost there... Please, fuck me, fuck me hard with your huge black cock! Make me cum all over it!" I heard Brad and Tom grunting their approval as I begged to be fucked by this black stranger. And then I guess I'd said enough. Joe started fucking me even harder than he did before, banging my cunt so hard that his cock started to go deeper and deeper. I could feel his cock stretching me even more, making room for more and more of his shaft. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," I chanted as my orgasm approached. "Yeah, baby, yeah, gonna cum, gonna cum. Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as pleasure wracked my body. It seemed that each rapid thrust brought a new orgasm with it, sending pleasure like electric shocks coursing through every inch of my body. "OOOOOOOOHHHHH!" My cunt clamped down on the cock that invaded it as my climax ran it's course, squeezing it tightly as it pushed in and out, in and out. I looked up at Joe, and his eyes were rolling up. I reached between my legs and squeezed his cock with two fingers as it slide in and out of me, then reached down to gently scratch his balls as they slapped at my buns. "Mm, mm, mm!" he grunted. "Yeah, baby... fuck me hard.. time to cum, baby.. do it, do it! give this little white pussy your black cum baby.. yeah, this bitch is ready! Give it to me!" I kept urging him on, knowing he was about ready to blow. "You right, baby. I'm about to shoot, but I'm gonna shoot it all over that pretty white face... When I say, you get down off the car here in front of me, you hear?" I nodded. He slammed his cock deep into me maybe four or five more times, long, hard strokes. Now most all of it vanished into my slippery pussy. Then he was ready. "Now, bitch! Get off o' the car! Here it comes!" He stepped back from me, pulling his cock out of me and pumping it with his hand. I slid quickly to the ground, hardly noticing the gravel under my feet and knees, and he stepped back up to me. I opened my mouth and waited, watching as he finished himself with a huge black fist. "Yeah, baby, all over me!" I yelled as the first jet of cum exploded from the tip of his cock and splattered down my right cheek. Another long stream of goo hit my nose, draping down across my open mouth and tongue. Joe groaned and groaned, looking down at me as his cock spewed cum all over my face. It ran down my cheeks and chin, dripping onto my tits as he continue to cum. I had begin to think that he'd never stop when at last he stopped pumping his cock and spoke again. "Now, clean me up, you little slut. Get all this cum off of me." I leaned over to him and took the biggest cock I'd ever seen (except for the movies) into my mouth, milking his cock with my fingers and slurping down the remnants of his orgasm. I then licked the tiny bit of cum off of his shaft, where it had gone as he'd been pumping so hard. When at last he stepped back and started pulling his pants up, I was exhausted. My face was still sticky and shiny with cum, which I collected the best I could with my fingers, licking them clean as I did. Brad said absolutely nothing as I got into the car and put on the top to my bikini. Tom and Joe thanked me again, then Joe stopped and turned around to say something else. "That ain't gonna be your last black cock, baby... I can tell...." Then he turned and walked back to the truck, climbing into the driver's seat. "Damn, Carla, I'm sorry!" said Brad as we pulled out onto the highway. "I tried to tell you, before it got to be too late..." "Don't worry, baby," I reassured him. "Tell me, did you like watching me with him? Did it look hot to you?" "Oh, shit yeah, but I didn't know what you were gonna think about fucking a black guy." "Well," I said, "I didn't think...Just did it. You okay with that?" Brad nodded. "Good, baby, 'cause I got a feeling that Joe was right..." From carla305@aol.com Sat Aug 23 09:53:08 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Repost: White Trash, part 4 From: carla305@aol.com (Carla305) Date: 23 Aug 1997 13:53:08 GMT -------- This is the fourth installment in my White Trash series... if anyone reading this is offended by explicit sex or is below the age of 18, please stop. This is not for you. For any of the rest of you horny guys.... well.... This butt's for you... "Damn it, Carla! You got no idea the grief you caused me!" Mother was screaming by this time. "Seems like everybody done heard about you and that stunt you pulled on the way home from the lake week 'fore last. And most of 'em know you fucked a nigger. (See "White Trash, part three) Ain't nobody gonna talk to me any more if you keep this up." I sat, staying quiet, hoping her anger would finally wear itself out. Instead, she just got madder and madder. "Ain't you got nothing to say for yourself, you little slut? Don't you realize what you done? Once it gets around, ain't no decent boys around here gonna have anything to do with you!" I stayed still, just looking at her. "Damn it, girl, say something! At least you could say you ain't never gonna let no nigger stick his nasty dick in you again! At least that! Then at least I could tell some of the ladies that you said you di'nt mean to, and you di'nt like it." I gave up, or gave in... "Okay, momma, if that's what you want me to say, that's what I'm sayin'. I didn't mean to do it, I didn't like it, and I'll never do it again. Now, you happy?" "Hell no, I ain't happy. But at least I might be able to keep some o' my friends. Fact is, I think maybe you did like it, and maybe you are the white trash folks been calling you lately. You don't realize what kinda trouble you causin' for yourself." I didn't answer again, and it just seemed to make her even crazier. "I'm serious! You got big trouble 'round here, 'specially if anybody ever, ever hears about you doin' something like this again. You hear?" I nodded. I was gonna kill Brad, if I ever got near him again, for telling. "And you ain't never gonna see a nice white boy asking you out any more. Not after this! You know, girl, I was thinkin' you might be my "Fancy", seein' as how you been knowin' a long time how to be nice to a man, but now you ain't gonna turn out for shit. I was gonna pull Brad's dick right off for getting me into all this trouble, but momma didn't know what she was talking about. In the two weeks since the party at the lake, I'd had four dates, all with boys who'd talked with Brad, and not a one of 'em minded that I'd fucked a black man. All of 'em asked if he was real big, which I allowed as how he was, but none of 'em seemed to care when it came time for fucking. Momma yelled some more, then stormed out of the trailer to go meet my step-dad at some honky tonk or other. I waited a while, to be sure she was gone for good, then went out to the road to catch a ride into town myself. It was dark by the time I got out to the state road that heads into town, so I was glad I was wearing white. I had on a little cotton shirt that pulled over my head, and some real short shorts, and my white cowboy boots. Momma always said I shouldn't wear the boots with just shorts like this, but I liked them, so I did anyways. There wasn't much traffic, and the first two cars that came by didn't even stop. That didn't happen much. Usually I didn't have any trouble getting a ride. Maybe there was something to what momma was saying. But then this big pickup, one of those with the extra door for passengers, started to slow down as it got close to me. It ran on past me, and I couldn't see the driver for the headlights, but I took out running after it as it pulled onto the shoulder. I yanked open the door and jumped in, talking like usual, before I got a look at the driver. "Thanks a lot! You goin' all the way into town? Hey, what the hell?" I had seen that he was wearing something black over his face, like a ski mask, and in the middle of summer. But before I could turn and get out of the car, hands from behind the seat grabbed me, holding me in. "Goddam! Let me go!" I screamed. I got half-way loose and got the door opened a little, but there were more hands, grabbing at me, tearing my top. One of the hands had a cloth in it, holding it on my face. I bit one of his fingers, and he screamed, but got the cloth over my nose. It smelled kind of bitter, and a little like gasoline, and it made me dizzy. I struggled the best I could, but the cloth stayed clamped on my mouth, under my nose. I got weaker and weaker, and dizzier and dizzier till at last I passed out. When I woke up, I was flat on my back, my arms and legs tied so I was spread-eagled on some kind of mattress, on the ground. I also had something tied around my head, some kind of gag. I was in some kind of shed, like a farm shed. I could see a few farm tools around the walls, but they looked real old and rusty. There was light in the shed but not much, mostly from two gas lanterns that were hanging in different corners of the building. My head was killing me, like I had a real bad hangover. I wasn't alone in the shed, either. There was one other person, a man. He was wearing the white robe and hood of the KKK, or so I figured. I had never actually seen one, except for in the papers, but that's what it looked like to me. When I started looking around the room, pulling on the things that tied me down, he noticed. "Oh, you woke up, did you? I was thinking you'd never wake up! Well, now, lemme go get some of the others...." I thought I recognized the voice, but I couldn't place it. He left the shed, and while he was gone I looked around a little more. I pulled at the things around my wrists, even though they gave a little, I wasn't going to break them.. seemed like I was tied with strips of fabric, like from an old sheet, I tried to wriggle my hands through the pieces holding them, and was just starting to make some progress when the shed door creaked open again. "Don't be trying that, Carla, you ain't goin' nowhere, not till we're done with you, anyways." Behind the first guy came a bunch of others, also in white outfits... They looked like they didn't fit too well, like they just made them up, not knowing what they were doing. The hoods didn't fit either, some of them kept pulling at them, to keep it so they could see out the eye holes. If I hadn't been so scared, it would have been funny. "Now, girl, lemme tell you why you're here. First off, you don't got to much to worry about. Ain't nothin' gonna happen to you tonight you ain't done a lot already. Yeah, we know all about you and your time with our boys. Seems there ain't a one of 'em can keep his pecker in his pants with you around. "But ya see, that's part of the problem. As long as you was just playing the slut for our boys, we didn't see no harm. Gave 'em all a free fuck now and again, kept 'em from runnin' off to Jacksonville or Fayetteville to find some whore. But now you gone and fucked a nigger. And we can't have them fucking a girl's had a black dick up her pussy, now can we? "Thing is, we know our boys, and we know you. They don't got the sense they's born with, and you're gonna go on spreading those legs for anybody that has a hardon. So, we figured, we gotta do something, and this is what we came up with. We're gonna teach you a lesson tonight, gonna give you a little overdose of your favorite medicine, and we're gonna 'purify' you, gonna wash that pussy of yours clean of nigger influence by filling it up with our own cum." He didn't sound threatening, didn't even sound mad. I didn't try to wriggle free while he was talking. After all, there were at least a dozen men in the shack now, no way I was getting away. But this was nasty. He was talking about having who knows how many of these guys fuck me, one after the other, I guessed, till they'd "purified" me. I looked around the room. The men I could see were mostly big, tall and with big bellies, like my step-dad, from too many years sitting in the lounge drinking beer and watching football. I started to try to tell them I had promised not to do it any more, but the gag in my mouth made it impossible. All that came out was, "Unh, unh, unh!" The talker clearly didn't get what I meant. "Nothin' you can do about it, so's you might as well relax. Now, who's got the scissors?" One of the others held up a large pair of scissors, passed them over. "Good, now, let's get these off o' you." I don't know what good I thought it was going to do, but I struggled as he bent down to put the scissors to the torn remains of my white cotton top. The cut through it like it was tissue paper. "Ooh! Very nice!" He cooed as he pulled away the flimsy white fabric, exposing my bra-less tits. "Now, lemme see what you got down below..." The cold of the scissors slipped down between my shorts and my tummy, cutting as they went, till he'd cut all the way down one leg, then down the other, so the side fell and way and he could pull them out from between my legs. "Getting better and better... and now..." his fingers slid into my panties, and with a huge tug that lifted me for a second off the mattress, tore them off of me. His grunts of approval were echoed by voices all around the room. I lay naked on the mattress, still spread-eagled, naked, that is, except for my boots. "Well, boys, it ain't hard to see why the kids are so anxious to get some of this, is it?" There were a lot of "No, it sure ain't!" responses in the shed. I felt incredibly naked, lying there, my pussy open for anybody's view, stuck, unable to move. The men were all gathering at the foot end of the mattress now. If I could have seen their faces, I'm sure they'd have been grinning and staring. Most of them were grabbing themselves, now, rubbing. I tried to scream. All that came out was a weak sort of "allllllllllllllllllllllllllll!" I don't think it could have been heard even outside the shed. The one who did all the talking laughed as he pulled up his robe and unbuckled his pants. "Now, don't get all hoarse, screamin' honey." He pulled his pants down, then his shorts. "Even if you screamed without the gag, nobody's hear you 'way out here!" His cock flopped out, almost hard already. "Now, if it wasn't for that gag, I'd get you to suck this for me, but then, you already bit one of my boys real good. Can't have you doing that to my prick, now, can I? He took his cock in his hand and started pumping it as he knelt between my splayed legs. "Yeah, fuck that whore pussy, man, fuck it good!" cried one of the others in the room. The bulky man between my knees nodded and laughed. "Gonna do just that!" His cock was not yet completely stiff, but it was hard enough for him to try. He pushed it against the soft lips of my pussy, and it bent. "Hmmm.. nice and tight..." He pushed again... I was not even close to wet, and his half-hard cock was going nowhere, it bent again, sparing me a lot of pain, I figured. "Hmmmm.... think I need a little help..." He got back up on his knees, spit in his hand, and rubbed the spittle over the head of his cock, leaving it shiny and wet. Some of it dripped off him onto the lips of my pussy as he bent down over me again. "Now, let's try this again." He pushed again, squeezing at the base of his cock to stiffen it, and I felt the first bit of his cock slide into me. "That's better," he said, crushing me with his belly as he lay on top of me. I lay really still, only whimpering slightly as I felt his old, nasty prick pushing it's way into me. He worked it in, out, in, out, just a little bit of it at first, till he'd gotten me wet, then pushed himself a little deeper. He grunted happily in my ear as his cock penetrated me more and more deeply. His friends continued to urge him on as he ground his cock more and more deeply into my pussy. "Uh, uh, uh..." he groaned as his cock pushed it's way in to the hilt. When he'd gotten himself all the way into my cunt, he started to push and pull the whole length of his cock in and out of me. I lay perfectly still, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of struggle as he groaned and grunted and sweated over me. I could feel his cock stiffening with each stroke, becoming really hard, really rigid inside me. At first he tried to kiss my tits through his hood, but I guess it didn't work to good, he quit. His movements continued to accelerate until I could tell he was nearing his climax. I relaxed, becoming as much like a dead fish as I could, as he started to grunt more loudly. "Yeah, little girl, here it comes, baby... Oh, yesssss.... yeah, yeah... Oh! OOOOHHHH!" he yelled as his cock started to spew his cum inside me. "Yes, baby.. this is so good... damn... oh, oh..." he continued to talk, his friends laughing and jeering as he spent himself. "Oooohhhhh, damn, that was nice...." he groaned as he got up from me, his cock still dripping white blobs between my legs. "And that was just for starters..." I looked around the shed at the men gathered around me. Several took a step forward as the talker got off me. "Easy boys," said the leader, "she ain't going anywhere." He pointed to one of the others. "Why don't you go next, boy, after all she done bit ya already... take your turn!" A tall man by my right foot stepped between my legs. With one bandaged hand he lifted his robe, and I saw that his jeans were already unfastened. He'd been playing with himself through the robe, I guessed, because his cock stood tall, hard and red already. He laughed as he got down between my knees, his robe bunched between our bellies, and pushed his cock deep into my cum-slicked pussy. "Mmmm," he said through the hood over his head. The fabric rubbed my face as he bent over me, sliding himself hilt deep into my cunt. He started immediately with long, rapid strokes, fucking me like he was still mad at me. He grunted and groaned loudly as his long, hard cock slid in and out, in and out of me. I stayed still again, though now I could feel my body beginning to respond to the pleasure of having a big dick inside it. I could feel my own juices starting to flow, my pussy getting wetter as he thrust into me, again and again... I stayed still, though, not willing to be more than a piece of meat to him. The others in the room kept encouraging him. "Yeah, man, fuck it, fuck that nasty pussy! Do her good!" He tried to look up at them, but the hood fell over his eyes. "Damn," he said, using one hand to straighten it. Then he went back to his fucking, building I speed and intensity as he did. Faster and faster he went, driving his belly into mine with each stroke, arching himself over me. "That's it, man! Yeah, give her some of that white man's cum! Go, man!" He seemed to respond to the urging, his thrusts started to get jerky, faster. "Oh, oh shit, oh shit, oh, goddamn!" he yelled as his cum started to fill again my slippery pussy. "Oh, goddamn!" he screamed again, pounding himself into me over and over, spilling more and more sweet cum into my pussy. I could feel it coming out of me with each outstroke, sliding down between the cheeks of my ass. "Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" He bent himself almost double as he emptied his balls. As soon as he was done, he withdrew, pulling more cum out with his cock, cum that started to puddle under my ass. No sooner had he stepped aside, than his place was taken by a third man. This guy was not so fat as some of the others. He pushed his cock quickly into my cummy cunt and started right away banging away at me. His cock was large, at least seven inches worth, and I actually found myself beginning to enjoy the sensations coming from my pussy as he plowed it like a mad man. His robe was pulled up further. The skin of his hairy belly rubbing against mine as he shoved himself into me over and over, and I could feel my body responding again. "Oh, oh, oh!" he grunted as his cock filled me over and over. I found myself straining against the ties on my wrists and ankles. I wanted to wrap my arms and legs around him, pull him deep into me, get him to make me cum. I tried again not to respond, tried to relax, but I just couldn't. "Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!" he groaned as his orgasm drew near. I just couldn't control my body any longer. I started writhing underneath him as I sensed his increasing excitement... "llgghh, llgghh, llgghh.." I groaned through the gag in my mouth. My hips betrayed me, starting to grind against him, meeting each thrust with one of my own. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh...." As he started to cum, he got quiet, holding tightly to me, driving his spasming cock into me over and over. I realized that I too was about to cum. I grunted and groaned through my gag as the cock between my legs made me cum as well. I started thrashing around, pulling against my restraints, as he continued to "purify" my cunt with his hot cum. I was going crazy and at the same time amazed that I could get off getting fucked, against my will, by these old men. "Shit, man," said the first man, the talker. "I think she's startin' to like this! Damn! She really is some kind of little slut!" As the third man got off me, my cunt now dripping more and more jizz into the puddle under my butt, I lay there, naked, still shaking and breathing raggedly. They just stared at me for a while, as my orgasm passed, laughing and giving me more shit for liking what they were doing to me. From that point on, there was no more pretending. I had figured they had me there not so much to "purify" me as to fuck me. Most of them probably hadn't had a good fuck in years. And I quit pretending I didn't like it. We didn't get to the point of taking off their masks, but just about. They were all so anxious to get a piece of ass they all started jerking off while they watched me getting fucked by somebody else. It made them cum awfully fast when they got to me, and one of them couldn't even wait. He shot his cum on my tits just as one of his friends got off me. I didn't get a count, but by the time it was done, I'd been fucked at least a dozen times by old men in white costumes. And I'd had 4 orgasms of my own, that I remember. When the last of the boys had gotten off, the leader came at me again, holding another of those nasty cloths in his hand. He held it under my nose till I passed out. I woke up in my momma's car the next day, wrapped in one of those white sheets, my cunt red and swollen, my pussy still sticky with cum. If there had been any more of that black man's juices in me, they would'a washed it away, that's for sure. I got back into the house before momma woke up, so I had a chance to shower, and to think. It was weird to admit that I had liked all that, but I had. Black guys, gang bangs... So maybe I was white trash... So what?