women who rape men
Many eyes were looking at her pussy entrance. Steve had the tip an inch in her wet slippery whole, and they all saw who she tried to shut her whole with her pussy muscles. The tip ignored her resistance and screwed itself in, very slowly and inch by inch. Françoise moaned heavily which cheered the boys on. Her cunt made some slurping sounds, but lost the battle against the enormous frozen dildo. The boys were hysteric and cheered their lungs out. After a minute of pushing and pulling the 15 inch dildo was forced in. Steve began dildofucking here by force. Some of them grabbed her hips and were making her shiver and bounce on the bench. After 10 minutes the long dildo pulled out with a plop and a blurb.
Françoise almost fainted as she felt an enormous real cock that slipped in her easily, there was nothing she could do and she finally excepted her gang bang. All men gang raped her helpless body all night, fortunately she fainted and woke up in her own bed, ten hours later. Her big breasts were scratched, her pussy was swollen and her body was one dirty mess.
~Disclaimer: None of the fictional characters in this story are underage. Each one has signed a sworn statement to that effect and have shown me their ID cards. Warning: Reading pornography may cause irreparable brain damage--unless you are a censor. In which case, you can read all the porn you want without suffering any adverse effects. If you are underage and attempt to read this story God will strike you dead with a bolt of lightning and cast you into a lake of fire where you will burn forever and ever.~
* * * It was afternoon in the late spring of that year. There was the smell of locust blossoms and honeysuckle wafting in the air. Billy Bob and his four brothers--Earl, Lester, Zeke and Jimmy--were sitting in the shade of the front porch of their mother’s home. It was a peaceful Sunday; mostly everyone in the small town of Regis had been to church that morning and would now be eating a dinner of mashed potatoes, green beans, tomatoes, fried chicken, and store bought cole slaw, with a thick, hot slice of crisp, buttery corn bread on the side. Or, most likely, something of the kind which had been canned last summer by the womenfolk and still having that fresh from the garden taste only home canning can preserve. And maybe for dessert there had been some steaming hot blackberry cobbler topped with ice cream or a cold peach custard smothered in swirls of sugary whip cream.
Whatever, the five brothers had forsaken all the culinary possibilities to indulge themselves in a pint or two of bootlegged whiskey clear as mountain dew and hotter than a stew of Mexican peppers.
Billy Bob, the oldest of the brothers, breathed in deeply the fresh afternoon air, his body tingling with the vibrancy of youth. The joie de vivre. As the fruit jar of lightning passed back and forth among the brothers, he rolled a joint and sucked its pungent smoke deep into his lungs.
" You know what would make this a perfect day?" he asked, more or less thinking out loud. " What?" Earl, the next oldest, asked back. Earl was the hippie of the group with his dirty blonde shoulder length hair and gold ear hoop.
" A little pussy," he replied. Unlike Earl, Billy Bob kept his hair cut short in a burr. Jimmy, the youngest, sniggered and ran his hand down the well-defined abs of his tanned belly. Like the rest he was shirtless and barefoot, only wearing a pair of faded denims. Unlike the others his hair was a tangle of thick brown curls, his eyes blue as the sky over their heads.
" A little pussy wouldn’t be bad," he agreed. " How would you know, one of the twins, Lester, teased. " You aren't never had any." Everyone laughed at this making Jimmy hot, but he had to grin since it was true. Zeke, the other twin, reached out with a lazy stretch and mussed Jimmy’s hair playfully.