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(M+/F, nc, gang-rp, mexicans) *** The Greyhound bus pulled away leaving them in a cloud of dust and diesel fumes. Loxville had been on the UK tourist guide 'must see' list but neither John nor Tori could see why - it wasa grade A dump! Loxville only had one thing going for it - it was full of convention centres. The couple were Tori - superb example of an English Rose. blond, blue eyes, stunning looker, ample breasts without being too flash, and long legs. Rounded off with a Surrey accent that turned heads everywhere she went. John was reasonably good looking but 'safe'. Tori's sister always commented on his 'mono-brow' which together with his 2 day stubble made him look a bit Neanderthal. They flopped into their motel room - Tori falling into a deep sleep almost straightaway. John went exploring but only the thing he discovered was that he'd lost his wallet. Tori woke to the sounds of John throwing everything out of there combined luggage. "Where the fuck is the cash?" was all he kept saying. They turned the room upside down looking for John's wallet for it contained all their cash, credit cards and travellers cheques. The last thing John remembered was counting what money they'd left over - on the back seat of the bus now 200 miles away. Between them they had $4 and some loose change. They tried to explain to the motel owner that they'd get someone to wire the cost of the accommodation but Frank only threatened to call the cops. He said that perhaps he could get a couple of the conventioneers to donate some money if Tori would turn a couple of tricks. Being English, Tori didn't realise what Frank had said for a while. Somewhat taken aback, she felt shocked and not just a little afraid once realisation dawned - John didn't help because he thought it was a good idea. "What's wrong with letting a couple of old guys grope you?" They argued for the entire day until very reluctantly Tori agreed - but insisted John would be close at hand if things got out of hand. Frank gave her some more 'appropriate' clothes to wear other than the jeans, T and sneakers that were her choice. Now resplendent in a black short-wear nightie and matching knickers and stockings Tori assumed her position on the bed. Before long her first customer arrived - Frank took on the role of pimp with a practiced ease. John took the money. The salesman just talked excitedly, kissed and groped Tori - somewhat roughly. He put his hand on her pussy and moved it up and back - as though expecting this action would turn Tori on. He finally plucked on the courage to put his hand down her knickers, and on feeling her course hair and the moist envelop between her legs he promptly rushed to the toilet. Tori could hear him retching down the pan. Emerging from the toilet, the punter picked up his coat and left apparently satisfied. The next customer was a teenage boy who didn't say anything other than to ask Tori to say 'absolutely' in that Surrey accent. Duly obliging, Tori whispered the word in his ear and the lad promptly came in his pants. Customers three and four were much like number one - they just wanted to talk to an English girl - the English girl they'd been told about. "Not too bad then," thought Tori, "Maybe Americans just wanted to talk." How wrong she was. John opened the door to tell Tori to expect another customer soon. He clutched a green Nike shoe box that doubled as a hasty cash register. At $45 a pop they'd have enough to get out of here soon. He was aware of someone behind him but as he turned to see who it was he felt a sharp pain across the back of his head - and no more. John woke and doubled blinked. He was lying on his side facing the bedroom wall - he knew it was their room because he recognised the crack in the plaster. His head hurt - really hurt and he felt sick. On reaching the can he threw up and his head hurt all the more. The bathroom was a mess. As his eyes got used to the low light level he could see several discarded condom wrappers and indeed lots of condoms - some filled some not. He stepped back into the room to see two dark shaped silhouetted against the window. The shapes, having dressed themselves, made their way to the door, opened it and stepped out. Moments later Frank put his head around the door and half-whispered, "That's all girl," and shut the door. John looked over to the bed. Tori was lying across it face down - quite naked now. In the gathering light of dawn John could see a remnant of the nightie moist from use as a communal cock-wiping cloth. Tori was slick with a mix of sweat, drool, blood and semen. She lay on a huge wet patch - later he and Frank turned the mattress over but it was stained right through. The smell was undeniably 'fuck' reek. With help, Tori sat up. She was smeared from head to feet. She even had a thin trickle of semen coming out of her nose now that she was upright. Her legs were bruised with the marks of many hands and fingers, and the inside of her thighs scratched from various zips and belt buckles. Her body was covered with bite marks - her nipples had especially been a target to the point where they were red raw and bleeding. She made it to the bathroom and spent all of five minutes retching - mostly bile and semen. She crawled into the shower and ran it until the water turned cold. Frank somewhat matter-of-factly recounted what happened to them - a mini-coach load of red-necks arrived and after one of them slugged John, proceeded to gang rape Tori over a period of some hours. To a man they told Tori to say something in her clipped Surrey accent. To a man they dumped their load into her as she spoke. A bunch of conventioneers took up where the Texans finished - they didn't care whether Tori spoke or not - in fact she couldn't talk much on account of her mouth being filled with a variety of dicks and their inevitable semen load. It took all her effort just to keep breathing, let alone stop herself from swallowing. For Tori this was the most disgusting. She was simultaneously raped three ways - all the time the guys taking photographs. Then she was systematically sodomised and forced to endure fellatio immediately afterwards. The way that groups of men act when conventional behaviour is suspended is astonishing. They took turns holding her arms and feet - seeing how wide they could spread her legs while one of their number banged into her. Finally, they all wiped their dicks with her hair. When they left things calmed down a little. Punters arrived mostly in ones and twos - it occurred to Tori that those who forced her into a threesome readily dumped their load at least twice. Singles just 'came and went'. The most memorable encounter was almost at the end. She was aware they someone entered the room. He got undressed - well took of his pants and underwear. The bed lurched to one side as he put first one knee then another on the bed. The guy was huge - physically tall, broad and very heavy. Momentarily bringing his full weight to bear on Tori. Just as she felt she'd be suffocated, the guy leaned up on one forearm - using his free arm he spread Tori's legs as wide as they'd go. To say the guy had a big dick would be an understatement. As he guided it into Tori she drew up her knees - if only to make the entry less painful. Grateful that she was already wet from all the previous donations. Once fully engaged the guy set to pumping in a slow steady rhythm - sometimes picked up the pace a little, sometimes going slower but never stopping. The size of his dick filled Tori so much that the inordinate amount of semen already in her was forced out. She could feel it running out of her pussy down in between the cheeks of her bum. Tori felt him come - for a moment thinking he wasn't going to stop - such a torrent. The guy just kept up that same rhythm finally pulling out when he'd emptied a further two times into her. As he withdrew a river of semen was gratefully released. "Thank you ma'am," he said in a southern drawl. "Got to get some shut eye before I head out west." He was the only one that said thank you. Tori saw him dress - his denim jacket had a distinctive green and gold flash across the back. As the big man left the room he was replaced by a pair of Mexicans. Their swarthy features glistening in the half light - dicks not that big but both went at Tori like a couple of rutting bulls - each replaced by the other in a frenzy of sexual activity in any one of a dozen different positions - they never gave her a moment's respite for almost an hour. Their parting gift for Tori, and one they did with practiced ease, was a double vaginal entry up to the point they were almost coming then put their dicks in her mouth - spurting their loads together. They left there dicks in her until the last final drops had been off-loaded. One even put his hand over Tori's nose to make sure she took it all inside her. Frank had insisted that all the 'participants' make a contribution for hiring the English girl. Most paid something, some paid a lot. The shoe box was almost full of notes - totaling more that $2,000. Frank reckoned that Tori had been serviced by at least 40 guys and probably more. He'd even had a go himself but didn't share that with John. John went to get some breakfast - joined by Frank. Tori got dried, dressed in her hot-pants and T, stuffed some clothes and the entire contents of the shoe box into a flight bag - save $45 - and closed the door quietly after her. She'd leave him the cost of a shag. She'd also wiped some of the jism off her pussy using the inside fold of John's passport - on the page stamped with the US visa - "Explain that one," she grinned inwardly. Three hours later Tori watched the road gently rolling by. Her long legs stretched to the dash-board - bare feet resting lightly - slightly apart allowing the cool a/c breeze between her legs - grateful for the relief it gave. In the door-mirror she could just see Loxville way in the distance. The green and gold truck side panel gleaming in the mid-morning sunshine. She found Clem the big trucker and he agreed to take her as far as he was going and that was L.A. She'd need to catch a bus to her ultimate destination of San Francisco later. She and Clem had stuck a deal - he'd give her a lift and supply food and drink in return for Tori giving him freebies on the way. He explained that in the US, truckers have to stop every four hours for at minimum of one hour - but he was way ahead of schedule so could stop for longer. As tired and sore as she was, Tori found herself being banged in the trucker's tiny cot more or less every four hours - sometimes less, for more or less an hour - sometimes more. They'd worked out that the most comfortable way for Tori to accommodate Clem's huge 'tonka' was if she lay on her back with one leg velcro'ed against the luggage rack and the other tied around the driver's seat belt housing. She couldn't believe how something that big could slip inside her that easily - although she continued to discharge from the initial onslaught for several hours. They'd probably stretched her a good deal too. She experienced most explosive and long lasting orgasms she'd ever had in the back of that truck. Disposing of the spent semen was a bit of a problem and Clem's cot and sleeping bag bore the brunt being required to soak up most of the flow back. Clem never did oral or any of that 'city stuff' - Tori very grateful he didn't want her bum either with a dick that size. They hauled over for the last night before LA and stayed in a small motel. Clem clearly wanting his money's worth insisted on shagging Tori all night. She was still full when they walked to the truck but was too tired to care about the stream of semen running down the inside of her legs. She'd long stopped wearing pants because they didn't stem the flow for very long anyway. Tori said farewell to Clem and got the bus to SF. The first thing she must do is check herself into a hospital - with her internal and external bruising as evidence she'd be able to claim rape (which was of course true) and get free medical aid. Once in SF she'd stay awhile but needed to fund that. She very much liked being banged long and hard - perhaps there's an opening for and English Rose? END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 59