======== Path: news.alt.net!news1.alt.net!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!iagnet.net!howland.erols.net!infeed1.internetmci.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!portc03.blue.aol.com!newstf02.news.aol.com!audrey02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: carla305@aol.com (Carla305) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: White Trash, part three Date: 12 Aug 1997 05:55:29 GMT Lines: 389 Message-ID: <19970812055501.BAA24560@ladder02.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder02.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com 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 Fri Aug 22 13:51:42 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!portc02.blue.aol.com!audrey02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: carla305@aol.com (Carla305) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: White Trash series, part 4 Date: 22 Aug 1997 17:51:42 GMT Lines: 366 Message-ID: <19970822175100.NAA05359@ladder02.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder02.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com 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?