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The air was stifling hot with only an equally hot breeze as an intermittent diversion. At least Brenda had dressed somewhat appropriately for the occasion. She wore a short, light sundress and little else. She had since stopped pushing the flimsy material of the dress down every time the wind demanded to see her panties. There wasn't a soul around to see it anyway, so she let the skirt fly up as far as it wanted. Once, the gust was so sudden, it flew up almost over her head, exposing her bare breasts to the sun. She found it somewhat amusing and arousing at the same time.

After about three hours, Brenda started to get frightened. Only one vehicle had passed her in that time and that was an old pick-up truck which was reminiscent of the Sanford and Son jalopy and was driven by what could have passed for the oldest extra from the film "Deliverance". At first she was happy it had passed, but now, any small salvation would do. She had drunk her last bottled water about half an hour ago, but still had some snack foods left in a little travel cooler in the back seat. She had been resisting the urge to urinate for about twenty minutes. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt she should conserve any and all water available, but the call of nature was becoming too much to bear. She finally relented after doing a pee-pee dance in the middle of the shimmering tarmac for twenty minutes. She took off her cotton panties and placed them on the driver's seat of the car, to avoid getting them spattered with droplets of urine, grabbed a handful of napkins out of the glove compartment, stuffing them quickly into her purse, and headed for the ditch. While she was squatting down, trying not to pee on her heels, she heard the hum of an engine in the distance. Her heart trip-hammered as she quickly finished, wiped herself and hurried to the middle of the road. The humming grew louder until she finally saw a van approaching, almost mirage like in the distance. She felt such a rush of relief, starting to jump up and down and wave long before it was even possible for them to see her.

The minivan slowed down and pulled to the berm. Two middle aged white guys stepped out from the the van while several more remained inside, apparently not even trying to kid themselves that they were mechanically inclined. The men approached amiably enough, inquiring what had happened and, after hearing Brenda's tale of woe, stuck their heads under the hood as if any of them had a clue as to how to fix an engine. They declared in a common finality that the car was, in their professional opinion, �fucked.� They asked her if she had tried to call anyone on her cell phone and Brenda told them that she had tried, but that there had been no signal. The men exchanged a quick glance towards each other with an expression that would have been identical if Brenda had told them that the Earth was flat. They both simultaneously pulled out their cell phones and their expressions quickly changed to one of surprised disbelief. The driver was incredulous and walked around much like a member of a Star Trek landing party attempting to take a reading on his tricorder. When no signal miraculously appeared, he snorted and told the other man that they should skedaddle out of God's back forty and get back to real civilization. They offered to give Brenda a ride to the next town, which she gratefully accepted. The driver and the other man got back into the van while Brenda stood stupidly at the side door looking in. There didn't seem to be any room for her. There was the driver, a man occupying the passenger seat and three large men scrunched into the smallish bench seat in back. The extra back seat had been removed to accommodate their luggage and stacks of boxes, the contents of which Brenda could only guess. After conferring over the latest conundrum, they all agreed that the best option was for Brenda to sit on the guy's lap on the front passenger side, because the seat could be slid back and reclined, accommodating two people a tad more comfortably. Brenda hesitantly agreed and gingerly climbed in.

As soon as she slid onto the stranger's lap, she became alarmingly aware that her panties were sitting quite comfortably on the driver's seat of her own broken down vehicle. She also noted that the alcohol content of the car was fairly high. Everyone had a plastic cup clasped in their hands and there was steady clink of beer bottles and tiny liquor bottles rattling together under the seats. Brenda's suppositions were soon confirmed when the driver asked her if she wanted a drink. As if to compound all of her previous mistakes of the day, Brenda said yes. She just felt that after a day like the one she had endured today, she deserved it. She was asked what she liked, and shortly after answering vodka, a blue plastic cup of her own was unceremoniously thrust towards her, filled halfway full with clear liquid. Brenda drank the burningly soothing liquid after saying a short, silent thanks for this welcomed roadside rescue.

As they embarked on their cramped little journey, they regaled each other with introductions, small talk and pleasantries. Brenda soon discovered that they were heading to a convention in Nebraska and they in turn found out that she had gotten stranded while returning from a advertising seminar in Tulsa. All of the men were in some stage of middle age, except for the man sitting directly behind the driver who appeared to be in his late twenties to early thirties at most and looked as if he was very familiar with the local gym. The driver himself was a balding, middle aged man of medium build and a balding pate. The driver checked his GPS and saw that the next little town was thirty-seven miles up the county road that they were currently on. He relayed this information the the man situated directly under Brenda and in a salaciously tinged tone, asked if the man would be uncomfortable riding that long with such a pretty young lady on his lap. The man laughed a little too hard, as if he were all at once embarrassed yet thrilled by his enviable position. Between the man's hot breath on her neck, the implications of the driver's comments and the hot liquor coursing through her body, Brenda felt a little trill of excitement run down her spine.

As they made their way down the bumpy road, Brenda suddenly became alarmed. Through the thin fabric of her dress, she could feel the outline of this stranger's cock growing hard against her nearly naked backside. She was positioned in an almost reclining position with her head canted towards the driver's seat to avoid hitting it on the ceiling. She looked down and was distressed to see how far her already short dress had ridden up. The man, seemingly having read her thoughts, asked her somewhat sheepishly to lift up so he could "adjust things". She did so, arching her back as far as she could. This made the dress fall back, exposing her thighs, hips...and her naked pussy. The driver stopped what he was saying in mid sentence, and Brenda looked over in panic. The blatant lust in his eyes was immediate and hungry and he seemed absolutely mesmerized by Brenda's neatly trimmed mons and the sensually sweet slit that dipped down between he milky thighs. The man whose lap she was on placed his large hands on her now naked hips and guided her down. She felt something large and hot slide between her inner thighs, parting them with it's warmth and rigidity. Mouth agape, Brenda looked down to see his fully hard cock sliding into view. It was an angry looking device, with a large, bulbous head and wrapped with thick, shiny veins. It bent backwards like a banana, bringing the tip of the purplish head to rest right at the hood of her clit. Brenda jumped with the sudden jolt of heat against her most sensitive of areas. The taut and shining head of his cock rubbed against her clit, which instantly began throbbing against the head of his engorged organ as well as with the lasciviousness of the situation itself.

If the truth were to be told, Brenda didn't really have all that much experience sexually. While she was an incredibly attractive woman, being very svelte and lithe and well proportioned, her somewhat religious and conservative upbringing didn't really accommodate sexual experimentation. While she maintained vivid and quite debauched sexual fantasies, she never attempted to make them come true. There was an innocence and fear that kept her from pursuing anything that would make her feel as if she was a dirty girl or a slut. She had a few boyfriends in high school, but most outings ended at heavy petting with the boy getting to clumsily grope her tender, budding breasts and perhaps even running his fingers over the dampened cloth of her panties, tracing the steaming imprint of her quivering slit while she ran her tiny fingers over the straining bulge which would inevitably be in her date's pants. On one occasion, a most persistent young man had actually persuaded Brenda to allow him to undo his trousers and eventually got her to stroke his rigid shaft. On this occasion, Brenda became so entranced with the pulsating silky slab of flesh in her hands, she found herself overcome with lust, allowing him to spread her legs as far as they could go and slide his finger into her streaming virginal canal. As he inserted his fingers farther and more rapidly into her pussy, Brenda became overwhelmed, mewling and stroking and gyrating her hips in such a frenzy that the young man came quite suddenly from the softly fierce stroking that Brenda was administering to his youthful cock, spraying them both with a deluge of thick ropes of cum. When she got home, she masturbated furiously, wishing that she had put her date's cock in her mouth, sucking it deeply until she choked on the voluminous amounts of cum that he would spray down her throat. Her fantasies were usually populated by thoughts of humiliation and force. Fantasies of being forcibly stripped down by strangers and having her body used, having cock after cock thrust into her pussy and fed to her hungry mouth, raping her over and over again until she was sore and filled with the hot, sticky cum of many men.

Now that her fantasy was slowly unfolding for real, Brenda did not know how to react. Part of her partially retreated into that fantasy world, making her current situation seem as if it were a deliciously debauched dream. She also felt herself wanting to fight this impending rape of her yielding flesh, even though she knew that her petite 5' 3� frame was no match for these five large men. If she fought, however, that would mean that she didn't find pleasure in it and that the world would not view her as a whore, but as a brave victim. Still yet, a more visceral, physical side of her could not ignore the growing wetness between her thighs as this monstrous cock stroked against the pulsating nub of her clit. She could feel the muscles within her abdomen contract and her whole body quivering and shaking with every electric touch of this stranger's cock.

Brenda began to protest, but the driver, his eyes suddenly wide open and rabid, grabbed her roughly by her hair and told her to shut the fuck up or they would dump her sweet ass back out on the road, buck-naked. She shook with the dawning fear of her precarious position as she looked down again. The man had pulled her dress farther up, fully revealing to all in the van a clear view of his cock working itself up and down her slit, the head of which glistened with Brenda's own wetness. She began to feel slightly lightheaded and warm. She didn't know if this was from the drink, the fear or the excitement she was denying to herself. She was shocked when she caught herself moaning slightly and was equally dismayed wen she noticed her nipples had become as hard as rocks, jutting out from the thin material of her dress farther and harder than she had ever seen them get before. Her clitoris seemed to be swollen to the bursting point as the head of this aggressor's cock was rubbing over it, glistening with pre-cum that ran like water out of the stranger's slit. Brenda became so hypnotized with this huge affair rising up from between her thighs, that she didn't even notice that she was clenching them together, grinding her clit against his ever swelling head with every upstroke.

One of the men in the back reached around the seat and Brenda suddenly felt a pair of hands roughly grasping her small, firm breasts, kneading them through the thin fabric of her dress, pulling her sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Abruptly, the man grasped a handful of fabric and yanked down, easily breaking the small, thin spaghetti straps, allowing the front to drop to her waist, exposing her already swollen nipples to the frigid air conditioning of the van and the hungry eyes of the strangers. These unseen hands brutally squeezed her aching tits and pulled her nipples painfully taut. She had become so entranced by the motion of this unfamiliar cock between her thighs that she had ceased caring if anyone heard her moaning. She gasped out loud when a long stream of milky cum exploded from the massive member's ever widening slit and struck her on the cheek. Brenda automatically took two fingers and drew the hot liquid from her cheek to her mouth, relishing the salty-sweetness. The man under her began to breathe more laboriously, thrusting even more fervently, and Brenda knew he was about ready to cum when she felt his cock swell and harden even more. She tightened her thighs around his immense organ and ground down on it harder. She ground down so hard, in fact, that for a moment, it actually penetrated the opening of her achingly wet pussy. She reached down with both hands, cupping the head in her palms, teasing the thick shaft with her tiny fingers. The unseen hands continued their rape of her breasts even more violently, pulling her nipples so far, that they were stretched to their very limits as the man below her gave a loud grunt and she felt her hands warmly washed in a hot, white stream of thick cum. The cum sprayed into her cupped hands and coursed over her naked pussy, making Brenda shudder with lust. After he had spent his load, she pulled her hands up to her face and saw they were absolutely dripping with his cum. Almost in a dreamlike trance, she brought her hands towards her panting mouth and began to perversely lick the stranger's cum off her hand. She began gingerly at first, darting her little pink tongue out like a kitten. As the hands on her breasts squeezed and pulled harder and the spent cock between her legs throbbed into life once again, thrumming achingly against her clit, she started lapping up the melange hungrily, licking it all off in huge globs, then sticking her fingers deep into her mouth to devour ever drop.

She became aware that the vehicle was stopped and that the sexual tension from the other men was dangerously palpable. She looked around at the driver first, then quickly at the passengers in the back and then asked in such an innocent, scared voice what they were going to do to her, that it only took moment for them to show her. She heard the sliding door open and she was pulled quickly out of the van by the man that had been seated directly behind her and the one that had initiated the rape of her tender tits. The remnants of her little dress slid down her slim hips to the ground as she felt her own steamy excitement course down her inner thighs in hot rivulets. The still, hot air seemed to carry it's own weighty menace as Brenda looked at each of these five men who were now visibly aroused and starving for her flesh. She looked around frightened, quickly finding that they had pulled off the main road and were now parked in the overgrown courtyard of some abandoned farm. The barn itself was directly in front of them as was a ramshackle affair and it's neglected state, as well as the height of the weeds sprouting out of the gravel driveway, belied the fact that no one had been here for quite some time. The barn entrance loomed large in front of her and as several of the men roughly coaxed towards it, she heard the back hatch of the van slam shut and the driver came into view with a blanket and some kind of black travel bag. Several sets of hands groped her naked flesh as they urged her to the barn's entrance. AS Brenda's eyes adjusted to the gloom, she saw that the driver was spreading the blanket on a low, rough hewn table, sending up motes of dust that became swirling spears in the shafts of light that were able to penetrate the murky glass of the front windows. Long shadows were cast by herself and the men holding her from the light spilling into the large entrance of the barn. Brenda again revisited her fantasies for a brief moment as she saw her own tiny and obviously naked shadow quaking while in the grips of two large, strange men.

She was unceremoniously propelled to the table, whereupon she was forced onto the top of it and her shoulders powerfully pushed down so that she was lying on her back, helpless and vulnerable. The five men immediately encircled her, roughly spreading her legs so far apart she felt as if she would split in two. The open air on her bare, wet pussy made her clit throb even more than before. One man, the one who was sitting in the middle in the back of the van, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her toward him so her ass was hanging off the edge of the table and her heels barely held purchase at the corners, splaying her legs in a most assailable way. The table was a short, sturdy affair and the nape of her neck was at the edge of the other end, her head lolling over the side of it. The man between her legs pulled some squarish looking device from a small bag and, after dropping the bag to the ground, clicked a switch on the side of the device. A low, electric hum immediately began to emanate from the device as the man slowly guided it between Brenda's splayed legs. Brenda tried to clamp her thighs shut, but the man with the device clasped his palm over her left knee and wedged his elbow against her other leg, preventing her from closing them. He smiled up at Brenda lecherously, telling her that he wasn't going to hurt her, but that he liked his women smooth. Brenda only had to puzzle over this comment momentarily before the cold metal of the man's beard trimmer touched her pubic area. Brenda did not really grow that much hair down there, and the soft, downy hair that did grow, she kept neatly trimmed into a small triangle above her prepuce. It was one of the few sexually narcissistic things that Brenda actually did for herself, not that her husband ever really noticed. She enjoyed the process, the feeling of her labials so wet and smooth. Now, with the man shaving off her little patch of pubic hair, she felt extremely embarrassed, as if he would view her ritualistic trimming as a sign of whorishness. The man had made quick work of the tiny patch of hair, when suddenly, Brenda felt him apply some type of cool liquid to her sensitive mound. He turned the electric razor over and was in the process of giving her a closer shave. Brenda quickly looked around, her breath catching in her throat as the vibration for the electrical contraption sent pulsating sensations through her. The men were mostly standing around with wide, lustful looks upon their faces. Some were slowly undoing the buttons of their shirts while others stood as if in a trance. The passenger whose lap Brenda had been sitting upon earlier was bent down, retrieving some boxy, silver colored device from the black bag that the driver had been carrying. The sound of the razor snapped off suddenly, leaving the air filled with only the sound of coarse breathing. Brenda felt a rough hand run over her now totally naked pussy and the feeling was one of pure arousal. Very few men had ever touched her down there and now, with all of these horny men standing about, Brenda was finding it hard to deny her own sexually perverse feelings. For some reason, the removal of that tiny patch of hair made Brenda feel more vulnerable, like a little girl and she involuntarily whimpered her approval. That was all the coaxing the men needed.

Brenda shook uncontrollably as she watched all of them feverishly unbuckled and unbuttoned their clothing, heaping them in various piles around the dirty, disused barn. With her head hanging over the side of the table, the upside down view of the events unfolding before her lent an almost surreal quality to the occasion. Brenda had actually only seen a total of three men's penises in her whole entire life, so the fact that she was now witnessing five stranger's cocks up close was more than just a little overwhelming. The driver had his clothes off in a flash and approached the table with angry, naked lust in his eyes, abruptly grabbing Brenda roughly by her hair. He rubbed his rigid tool onto her face, stroking it against her cheek and hair before running it along her trembling lips. His cock was a rather large one, jutting straight out from a thatch of dark, coarse pubic hair. Pre-cum was already beading up along its wide slit as Brenda was overcome once again with the animalistic urge to taste a stranger's cum. Quite against her nature, she flicked her tongue out, licking up the drops of semen from the slit and rolling them along the length of her tongue. That was all the persuasion that the man needed. He bore down with his hardened flesh against her lips, bending her neck downward, pushing the top of her head towards the ground. She tried to resist weakly, but gave in with fear when he slapped her brutally across her cheek. Her mouth instinctively opened wide and the head of his cock was instantly forced inside. He ran his hands roughly over her exposed tits and now completely naked cunt, forcing a finger inside of her before bringing them back up to guide her face around his cock. As he worked his cock deeper down her throat, Brenda felt two hands pulling on her hips. The hidden hands then started pulling her forwards until she felt something hot against her swollen pussy lips. She tried to object, but only managed to groan loudly around the mouthful of cock she had been forced to swallow. The unseen man between her legs then proceeded to unceremoniously push his cock into her sopping wet cunt with one rending thrust, forcing the one in her mouth deeper into the back of her throat. The way her head hung off the table seemed to accommodate this rapist's cock, allowing it to slide deeply into her throat. She gagged and panicked at first, feeling as if she was going to throw up and asphyxiate all at once. She convulsively swallowed and took a labored breath in through her nose, allowing her to accommodate the bulging slab of flesh lodged in her throat. She had never been able to deep throat a man before and was wickedly excited at the whorish way she was working her throat muscles around his bulging head. The cock in her pussy was so deep that it felt as if it was hitting her uterus as it stretched her out. It was painful, at first, but her traitorous pussy spread itself wide to conform to his swollen member. She felt a stream of cum squirt down the back of her trachea and she worked her throat muscles even harder, telling herself that she just wanted it all to be over, but really wanting to feel the volcanic blast all the way, deep in her throat. The man fucking her tender pussy started to grunt louder as well. She felt both of their cocks stiffen and throb almost simultaneously. A warm flood sprayed deeply into her cunt and flowed down her throat into her tummy at the same time. She felt the warm eruption course down into her stomach and well within her womb. The amount that both of them ejaculated seemed to be enormous. The image of herself being sandwiched between these two stranger's cocks as they filled her with their seed was too much for Brenda to cope with and she began to have a strange feeling develop within her nether regions. It began as a spreading warm numbness, a tingling, that soon spread along her entire body until she felt as if she was being fucked by an live electrical cable. Brenda had never really experienced an orgasm before and had only heard it discussed by the women at work and on talk shows. She thought that the little tingle that she usually felt was an orgasm and wondered why everyone always made such a fuss about it. Now she knew. She tried to scream around the huge cock lodged in her throat but was only able to emit a muffled squeal as her pussy deluged the stranger's cock and thighs with a copious amount of her pussy juice. She shook in an orgasmic seizure as spasm after spasm of pleasure washed over her tiny frame. Her abdomen quivered and she pulled the man's cock deeper in her throat by his hips. The man fucking her unexpectedly came again due to her pussy grasping his cock in a firm wet grip, pulling and pulsating with involuntary muscular contractions. After what seemed a blissful eternity, the men withdrew their withering cocks and Brenda lay their quivering and vulnerable, feeling the stranger's semen run out of her stretched out pussy, down the crack of her ass, across her twitching asshole before pooling onto the table.

Brenda's respite was short lived as the next two men quickly replaced the first ones. One of them, the one who had raped her breasts in the van, stood in front of her panting, waving the hardest cock Brenda had ever seen. It was several shades darker than the rest of his body and stood absolutely upright, curving back almost against his belly. His balls were absolutely enormous and seemed to hang heavy with cum. He had to bend his rigid affair down to her mouth and she hungrily worked the head of it with her lips, teeth and tongue. The man between her thighs was rubbing his cock against her soaking wet slit, along her well trimmed pubic mound and up along her abdomen. She puzzled over the length of this and pulled the other man's cock out of her mouth briefly so that she could see. She gazed down her firm breasts and belly and gasped at the sight of the most massive cock she could have ever imagined slithering it's way up her stomach towards her tits. It belonged to the younger man who had sat behind the driver. It reminded Brenda so much like the evil serpent she had read about in the Bible as a young girl, it was disquieting. The head was enormous; at least the size of Brenda's clenched fist, and it reached well above her belly button. His balls were about the size of small tangerines and swung so weighty and full that it excited Brenda so much so that she became scared. He pulled it back once again and drew it up her along her slit against her clit and it came to rest at the entrance of her sopping wet pussy. She felt him push slowly but firmly against her tiny hole, spreading her pussy open, wider and wider, until it was forced open wide enough to accommodate this monstrous invader. Brenda was amazed as her pussy lips stretched around it as he pushed it in inch by inch, splaying her pussy wide open, exposing her innermost flesh to fit its girth. The pain was exquisite, but the unnatural vision of this massive member spreading her pussy open and plunging deep within her made her instinctively bear down, trying to force all of it inside herself faster. She screamed in lust with every inch she forced into herself, reaching a shattering orgasm once again at the moment that she felt his pubic hair grind against her own throbbing clit. She locked her pussy lips around his rigid shaft and convulsed with wave after wave of pleasure, arching her back and contorting her lithe body in the most obscene manner. The sight of Brenda's tiny body writhing in debauched ecstasy as it was pinned down and spread open by this massive shaft of throbbing cock was almost too much for anybody to take. The contractions finally receded slightly and he resumed sliding his thick tool deep within her. Brenda looked down the length of her body once again, gasping and groaning with pleasure, and saw that when he thrust his cock deeply into her, she could actually see that his thick, throbbing cock was pushing out her abdomen with every stroke. She shivered with the thought, laying her head back and arching her back to take as much of the monster inside of her as she could. Brenda quickly grabbed the man in front of her by the hips and ravenously devoured his cock, running her tongue down the length of his shaft, sucking and nursing the head like a hungry little girl before finally swallowing the whole length in a depraved moment of lust. The man was so taken by surprise by this welcomed attack that he came almost immediately, squirting thick jets of cum into her salivating mouth. Brenda pulled his spurting cock out of her mouth and jerked him off with both hands, intentionally aiming his cock at her extended tongue, spraying his cum across her face and into her waiting mouth.

The monster fucking her picked up his pace as her pussy was getting soaked even more, making it easier for him to fill her. He started getting extremely violent, grabbing her hips and slamming her small frame back on his cock, impaling her. Brenda sat up as strings of the other man's cum trickled down her face, so that she could witness the monstrous affair distended her belly with each thrust. She could see her pussy lips stretch around his girth as they pulled along his veined shaft on every down stroke. His imminent orgasm became evident as Brenda felt his cock grow impossibly larger still and her pussy stretched even farther, almost willingly begging him to fill her with her with a flood of pearly white cum. He paused momentarily, sliding his cock out of her very slowly. When it was completely unsheathed, Brenda felt utterly empty and her pussy spasmed with a traitorous aching, a need to be filled once again. Brenda herself was mesmerized by this massive cock as it worked it's way slowly and deliberately along her sopping wet slit and her unbelievably swollen clit. She could see rivulets of pre-cum dripping from the slit of his cock and run like molten lava across her turgid clit and down her puffy, sensitive lips. She held her breath, spellbound by how the slit of his cock seemed to widen, allowing a freshet of cum to flow out , the head seemingly turning a dark red, swelling visibly as the shaft hardened and the whole affair glistened and shone with her own pussy juice dripping along it like nectar. She reached down and fondled the head, pushing it down harder against her exceptionally sensitive clit. She ran her fingertips down the shaft, feeling her own wetness coating it, before reaching his taut sack. She cupped his balls, feeling the heat and the weight and the fullness of them, shivering with the thought that soon, they would drown her pussy in thick, white cum. She ran her hand back up the pulsing shaft, tracing the thick, throbbing veins that ran the length of it, pausing to run one fingertip along the silky underside to his slit to catch a pearl of pre-cum that had gathered there. She brought the pearlescent drop to her mouth and licked it off with the very tip of her tongue. She then brought her face close to his, her tongue still extended with a single pearl of cum hanging from the tip. As they kissed, he grabbed her calf , bringing her leg up to his shoulder, spreading her legs as far as he could. Without warning, he suddenly drove his enormous erection into the very depths of her. Her pussy reacted to this sudden assault by clamping down on the enormous invader, making the rape of her pussy all the more traumatic and unwillingly pleasurable. She sat bolt upright with the painful pleasure her abused pussy was receiving and watched as he violently forced himself in and out of her, like a steely oiled piston.

The driver appeared beside Brenda just as she reached the most intense orgasm yet. He had retrieved his belt from a pile of clothing laying on the dusty floorboards. His flushed cheeks and the feral gleam in his eyes belied the fact that this unnatural tableaux that he was witnessing had pushed him over the edge into a more savage realm. He held a piece of paper in front of Brenda's eyes which, with all that was going on, took her a moment to recognize: it was a picture of her husband that the driver must have retrieved from her purse. Her husband had been the only man with which she had ever had sexual intercourse with before this. Even that had died off after the first few months of marriage. He was an unimaginative sort and seemed as if he didn't really derive all that much pleasure from sex. He would almost rather be golfing or playing in his jazz band rather than have sex. The driver dropped the picture, which languidly floated down, landing on Brenda's pubic bone, mere inches from where a stranger's massive cock was being forced inside of what was only a short time ago, her virtually virginal pussy. Without provocation, the driver began to whip Brenda's tits unmercifully, making her instinctively arch her back, which not only forced the stranger's cock deeper but also made her tits and turgid nipples a more tempting target for the driver's next strike. The driver suddenly grabbed her hair and hissed into her ear, asking her what her husband would think if he could see her now. She immediately pictured her husband standing there, watching her get gang fucked, seeing her lick cum from her fingers like a hungry whore, seeing her get her throat fucked, witnessing cum dripping from her face, seeing a massive cock stretching her pussy to it's limits, standing helpless as her tits were being ravaged and whipped, and finally, her having the orgasms that he was unable to give her.

With these thoughts in her head, she looked down once again at the libertine scene between her thighs. The monstrous cock was trapped deep within her belly and she could feel it's girth widening her with it's imminent orgasm. The driver brought his belt down across both of her unnaturally swollen and sensitive nipples making them swell and stand more erect than before and imprinting red welts across her small yet firm breasts. She looked around the gloomy barn and saw the other men standing mesmerized, stroking their hard cocks in anticipation. She looked down and saw her belly being distended by this monstrous cock snaking its way into her depths. The belt came down again and she actually pushed her tits out farther to bear the full force of its strike. She held herself up with one hand on the table as her other hand squeezed her abused breasts. Her tits were swollen, seemingly the firmest they had ever been, almost to the point of bursting. They were blood red with whip marks and her nipples were swollen and almost unbelievably long, standing erect almost and inch. She pulled her nipple as hard as she could, watching it stretch to the length of her pinkie, then savagely twisting it, screaming with the pleasure/pain that the act wrought. She felt the massive cock within her slow and grow, pulsing with its own imminent orgasm. The man's face was a contorted mask of animal pleasure as he slowly withdrew his engorged organ almost all the way out of Brenda's sopping wet pussy before ramming it all the way in, to the hilt. Brenda could actually feel the head of his cock swell into a bulbous mass that felt as if it would fill her entire womb. He began ramming it in and out of her viciously, not caring what pain he may be causing. The table rocked with his savage fury as he pummeled Brenda's pussy unmercifully and Brenda could see droplets of her own wetness spraying out from around the tightened seam that her pussy lips had made around his cock. His cock pulsed and grew larger still, finally convulsing and spraying it's hot liquid deep within her. The combination of being helplessly raped, being forced to suck strange men's cocks until they flooded her throat with their cum, having her tight little pussy stretched with this massive cock and filled with it's copious seed while another man was viciously whipping her hardened nipples, allowed Brenda to experience her first multiple orgasm. She screamed and convulsed, feeling a deluge of her own sweetness squirt from around her stretched pussy lips. She arched her back as the waves of her orgasm increased. She looked down between her drenched thighs and saw that her cunt lips were so very swollen and tender and that her clit had swelled to the size of a grape, looking perversely like a tiny cock. She also saw the most intensely lewd sight she had ever dared to fantasize; every time the monstrous cock was pulled almost out, her pussy lips were tightly drawn around it, making it seem as if she would be pulled inside out or torn apart. The pink flesh was wrapped so tightly around his shaft, she could see the outline of the veins of his cock through it. She once again succumbed to this lecherous vision and was thrown into the throes of ecstasy once again.

After her own orgasm began to ebb, she felt the man within her become slightly flaccid, his cock finally sliding easily out of her well lubricated and now gaping pliant pussy. Brenda sat up, gazing at her ravaged slit. Her clit was a shiny, swollen knob, pulsing with a raw nerved sensitivity that made the mere act of moving an almost orgasmic experience. Her labials were puffy and swollen, reddened with the furious pummeling they had received. What Brenda found most salacious was that her pussy was gaped open, as if still filled with that monstrous slab of hardened flesh. A river of cum flooded out from the pulsating opening, pooling on the table before running off the edge to form a puddle on the floor. Brenda ran her fingers delicately down her slick slit, slithering her fingertips over her throbbing clit before delving into the tender and puffy folds of flesh that eventually led to her now opened orifice. She delicately ran one finger inside of herself, relishing the feel of the satiny, taut pink skin of her pussy made slippery with the seed of several men. She then dropped her hand, cupping it to catch the stranger's issuance as is flowed from her in a warm, white stream. Her palm was completely filled with a combination of her own nectar and the seed of these men and rivulets of the sticky substance slipped through her fingers in rivulets. She pressed her palm hard against her recently ravaged womanhood, rubbing a copious amount of cum into her cunt, then slowly running her hand up the length of her body, squeezing her breasts until they became glossy with the thick liquid. Brenda then drew her glazed hand to her face, gazing at the strings of combined cum that had formed between her splayed finger like a sexual spider web. She rubbed the remaining viscous fluid all over her face, snaking her tongue out in raw abandon, becoming the whore she had always fantasized about, becoming quickly more frenzied in her own arousal. Her other hand wormed it's way in between her legs, stroking her clit in a far less delicate way than before. She pulled and tweaked it, her body reacting with involuntary spasms and a sensually sinuous writhing. Her fingers dipped inside of herself, feeling the steamy sex still held within her. First one finger, then two until she had forced nearly her whole hand into her despoiled opening. She began to pant loudly, even as she still endeavored to clean every last drop of cum from her fingers. She has seemingly gone over some kind of edge, giving herself over to her most base desires. The barn was filled with the sounds of her desire as she forced her own fingers deep within herself, managing finally to wriggle her thumb inside with a forceful grunt. The sloppy wet sounds of Brenda's desirous autoerotism seemed to get the men into a rekindled fervor of their own. Brenda opened her eyes and gazed about the barn, wanting to finally see her rapist's faces, wanting to finally admit to herself that this is what she had always shamefully wanted...and that she wanted more. She looked at them one by one, seeing the naked desire that they held for her, taking in the raging erections that they each slowly stroked in anticipatory arousal for what was to come. She then saw one of the men holding a small, silver box which illuminated his face. Brenda slowly realized that it was a video camera and that they had been recording her rape the whole time. The thought of these men watching her getting fucked over and over again while they jacked off and showed it to their friends was almost too much for Brenda's fragile state.

She turned into a wild woman and began screaming the foulest most lewd things, admitting to herself, and to those present, her most sexually deranged fantasies. She kept telling the men to fuck her harder, and one by one, they did as she requested, fucking her unmercifully. She saw that the other men were actively excited and erect by watching this carnal carnage, so she told them to rub their cocks all over her and cum on her face and tits. She pulled at her own nipples savagely, pulling them several inches outward. The man with the massive club for a cock was currently fucking her and she ordered him to pull her distended clit as hard as he could. He tweaked and twisted the swollen knob, snapping it wetly between his rough fingers. Brenda jumped every time he did this, quickly peaking again. The man that she had jacked off in the van rubbed his cock brutally across her face, leaving a trail of pre-cum across her cheeks. She lay back down with her head hanging over the side of the table as three of the men gathered in a semi-circle to fuck her sweet mouth once again. She held one by his swollen balls, pulling at the other's semen slicked cock as she took the third man's member deep into her mouth. The man had lost the last vestiges of gentleness far behind and used Brenda's mouth brutally. She could feel the other men shooting their loads across her swollen tits, the hot cum coursing down the length of her body. The man slamming his cock into her abused pussy sounded bestial, grunting wildly as he fucked Brenda's molested cunt rabidly. The men in her mouth and hands were slapping her face and her cum covered tits without restraint. She screamed in deranged pleasure from around this stranger's cock. She tried to drive her tongue into the man's slit as it began to open to allow for yet another load of cream to be ejaculated. He grabbed her by her hair as she managed to worm the tip of her tongue into his urethra. His cock went immediately rigid and a geyser of cum squirted from around her tongue at high velocity, covering her mouth in its steaming sweetness. After he withdrew his still twitching cock from her warm mouth, she squeezed the other man's balls firmly, sucking the head of his cock into her cum filled mouth. She took it all the way into her throat and bit down on the base of the shaft, all the while swirling her tongue around and around the whole stiff affair. As his throbbing manhood stiffened, she drew it out so she could fully taste his flow of jism. He came so hard, he almost fell over, pulling his cock completely out of her mouth before he was finished, spraying her face with his sweet seed. The third man needed no coaxing and grabbed Brenda on both sides of her head and drove his cock straight into her mouth. He face fucked her so brutally, her throat started to spasmodically clench and unclench, exciting him even more. Straddling her face, he would force his cock all the way down her throat, stopping to rotate it deep in her gullet, savoring the feeling of her erratic and involuntary swallowing reflex. With his pubic hair grinding into her chin, and his swollen balls covering her nose, Brenda was completely pinned down and unable to breathe. As she started to gray out, her body was wracked with yet another intense orgasm. This occurred several times until he drove his cock fully into her throat and she could feel it grow rigid and swell with its impending explosion. He held it in place for so long, streaming his succulent liquid down into her stomach, that Brenda really thought she was going to pass out. Wave after wave of her orgasms washed over her and he finally pulled his spit slicked tool from her mouth.

The man fucking her sopping wet pussy yelled out that he was about to cum, but Brenda quickly stopped him by saying that she wanted him to shoot his cum into her mouth. He pulled his stiff shaft slowly out of her steaming pussy. The head seemed stuck inside her, finally pulling itself free with a sudden jerk that produced an audibly wet popping sound. He strode around to the front of the table and presented her with his gigantic cock. She tried to wrap her hand around the base of it and her hands seemed like that of a child's, as she couldn't even encircle the girth of his shaft with her fingers. The head was extremely huge and redder than before and the shaft glistened with her own juice and the combined cum of most of these strangers. The veins were angry looking vines coursing up and down the shaft and the underside had a thick, muscular center that was hard as steel. She licked at it, her breath becoming throaty and rapid with the debauched nature of the events of the day. Her pussy throbbed and she mewled how empty she felt without a cock inside her. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and was just barely able to engulf the massive head of his cock. She worked both hands up and down the shaft, easing his member inch by inch deeper into her throat. She felt someone's hands on her thighs and started to unconsciously buck her hips upward to accept another invader's cock. She started to work greedily on the immense tool with her mouth, driving her tongue almost an inch into his urethra. He squirted an enormous amount of pre-cum and she relented her tongue fucking and resumed her mission of trying to deep throat his mammoth cock. She tugged and pulled on the shaft roughly, forcing it farther and father down her throat.

One of the hands that had been exploring her thighs were now pulling at her turgid clit, while the other was inserting finger after finger into her swollen and soaked pussy. It felt like there were three or four fingers working there way inside her, then she felt the thumb being inserted, pushing in farther until she could feel the last knuckle. She became distantly alarmed, but she was more freakishly turned on by the fact that someone could possibly get their whole hand into her once sweetly tight pussy. She shuddered with tremors at the beginnings of another orgasm and sucked fervently at this enormous cock, drawing it farther and father into her mouth. She let go of the shaft and started massaging his massive, heavy balls, knowing that he would probably drown her in cum when he reached climax. She felt her traitorous cunt expand so as to accommodate the invading digits. She felt his whole hand slide silkily inside her pussy as if it were a warm glove. The hand then turned into a fist and started to slowly piston itself slowly in and out of her. The feeling was indescribable. She became overcome with whorish lust, reaching around and pulling the man with the massive member almost fully into her throat. She placed her hands around his ass and began driving him to fuck her mouth ruthlessly. The man fist fucking her started ramming his fist deeper into her cunt, pulling it almost completely out before forcing it back inside of her. The sound of trickling water puzzled her for a moment until she heard one of the bystanders exclaim how Brenda's pussy was gushing like a fountain. She could feel warm liquid splashing against her thighs and ass, and even her stomach. She could feel a tongue working itself feverishly on her clit and lapping at the gushing torrent from her swollen cunt. Someone, she couldn't see who, had once again taken up the belt and started whipping her tits brutally. She could feel her nipples lengthen and stretch with every lash, distending under the pleasurable abuse.

The fist inside of her slowed down and opened itself up inside her pussy. She felt it putting pressure on one side of her uterine wall. She was stunned when she felt another set of fingers working there way in on the other side. The pressure made her feel like she was truly going to split open. She tried to object but her head was pinned back by the cock that was raping her throat. Her tits continued to receive the torturous pleasure of the belt, while her pussy was being spread ever father. After what seemed an eternity, the hands met, wrist deep inside of her. They started to slide in and out of her slowly, one pushing in, one pulling out, then reversing their movements. The speed and depth increased with every stroke until she felt the man was buried inside her sweet cunt up to his forearm. The mental picture of this made Brenda go wild with whorish lust. She sucked and bit and licked this massive tool in her mouth, she arched her back, pushing her tits up to meet the belts punishment and she rammed her hips down to force this lecherous invader deeper into her pussy. The man fist fucking her took his cue and worked his hands both to unbelievable depths within her cunt. He then clasped his fingers together, interlacing them, creating one massive fist. He then pummeled her pussy furiously, pushing in, then almost all the way out, back in, then almost out, until finally he brutally pulled them out then immediately rammed them back in before her pussy hole could fully close up. The gushing sound commenced once again, and she could feel several tongues lapping up her juice. The mammoth member in her mouth began to swell, completely filling her throat, choking her with hard cock. She pulled it out so that the head remained in her mouth. She wrapped both hands around the shaft and pumped t furiously, feeling the veins and muscles bunch up, tightening with his impending orgasm. The double fisting continued, creating one, non-stop, streaming orgasm, she could feel stream after stream of warm cum spraying across her tits, burning like hot wax on the welts created by her flogging. She was unable to swallow the first shot of cum in her mouth and it streamed from between her lips and coursed down her face. She greedily swallowed the rest, licking and sucking like a hungry little kitten, begging for every last drop. The man fisting her violently pulled his fists out and rammed them back in so suddenly and quickly, that her raped and savaged little pussy gushed once more from the sheer barbarity of the act. She convulsively sat up, wracked with an uncontrollably intense orgasm and to see the carnage that had been wrought on her petite little body. Her tits were criss-crossed with blood red welts and cum, her nipples standing abnormally long and erect. Her pussy was gushing clear, sweet liquid into the waiting face of one of the men, like someone had opened a fire hydrant, while her swollen clit was being pulled by another man and her pussy was freakishly stretched to a gaping hole by the meaty fists of another. She came and came and came, finally passing from the overwhelming pleasure she was enduring. She slipped out conscious only to the achingly warm feeling of her pulsating pussy and throbbing nipples.

Brenda first became aware of sounds surrounding her, hoarse discussions and shuffling feet upon hard packed ground. She opened her eyes slightly and saw that she was being carried out of the barn wrapped snugly in the thin blanket she had just recently been raped upon. The men were discussing their predicament, as if realizing for the first time the magnitude and implications of this afternoon's downward spiral into debauchery. The driver kept telling the other men to just shut up, that he had it handled. As she was carried out of the barn into the courtyard, she could see that the shadows had grown long with the onset of evening. As Brenda's body tingled and every movement caused a small shock of pleasurable soreness, she began to realize the implications that this had for her as well. What were they going to do with her now? What will she do about her car? What would she do about clothes? The most important question was the one that she dared not ask herself yet: How was she going to live a normal life after all that she had been through? Not unlike the men's concern that they had just risked an afternoon of bestial pleasure that may cost them their jobs and families as well as their freedom, Brenda knew deep down that she had the very same fears, but for vastly different reasons. Now that these new desires had dawned and her full sexuality had been awakened, she knew that she could never put them to sleep again as long as she lived. How would she be able to go back to her old life and stale marriage knowing the carnal pleasures that she knew now?

These thoughts enveloped Brenda's brain while the men had stopped at the van, opening the doors and then stopping to discuss the seating arrangements. After many suggestions from a thorough discussion that bordered on being as complicated as a military logistics meeting, they all agreed that the three men should sit in the back and Brenda would be laid across them to allow her to sleep. The men took their respective seats and then the driver and the man carrying her, who turned out to be the younger of the group, the one with the monolithic member, passed her into the van. As she was gently laid out across the men's laps, the blanket feel open, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through Brenda's tingling body. In a bizarre display of chivalry, one of the men wrapped her back up in the blanket. The driver got in and started the van. He checked the GPS navigator and threw the vehicle in reverse. Brenda began to doze fitfully.

An unknown time later, Brenda awakened slightly. She was in that nebulous cocoon that lies between actual sleep and true awakening. All the images and sensations of the day flooded back to her and astoundingly, a pang of sadness enveloped her with the thought that it was all over. She could still smell the musky scent of sex embedded in the men's clothes, on her own skin as well as covering the blanket she was loosely wrapped in. Even though she had been utterly forced into this sexual situation, she felt equally guilty as she had enjoyed the receiving the unsought after attention and the sense of sexual freedom, it imbued more than anything else she had experienced in her life. She had never cheated on her husband and had never even really serious considered doing so as she had deluded herself that once she had gotten married, she would become instantly unattractive to all men. It had also been ingrained in her since a young age that sex was only for people who were married and, even then, for procreation and not for pleasure. Now she suddenly realized that probably every man that she had ever met had wanted to fuck her. These men were perfect examples. They were average men, with no real distinctive qualities about them, yet they were all extremely sexual beings and hid their rampant desires behind their social masks and under layers of clothes. Laying there, wrapped in the comforting arms of her tormentors, incongruous and diametrically opposed feelings raced through Brenda's mind. She felt disgust for these men as they had taken more than just sex from her by force, but at the same time, she felt indebted to them for the very same thing. As one of the men slowly and tenderly stroked her hair while the other two held on to her in such a comforting and protective manner, she saw them now not as monsters, but as real men that had gone against the social norms and satiated their libidinous sexual urges and now took on the role of domineering protectors. She smiled within herself at that last thought, realizing how bizarre that outlook would seem to most. Yet, within the reassuring hands of these strangers that he had shared so much of herself with, she felt safe and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Brenda was slowly awakened by the sounds of movement and conversation. She winced and blinked as she opened her eyes and the glaring interior light was on directly above her head. The men helped her attain a sitting position and the aching soreness from her most sensitive parts brought the memories of the day flooding back, yet they seemed far removed, distant from this situation. The driver was half turned in his seat to be able to face her while all the other men seemed to shamefully avoid her eyes. The driver handed her a large boutique bag without saying a word. Brenda peeked inside, espying several clothing items and some various toiletries and other sundries. She looked around through the windows and saw that they were in the parking lot of a Motel 6 near some busy highway interchange. The driver began to speak and from his tone,

Brenda felt like a little girl again, feeling like she had done something bad and was getting scolded. She held the bag close to her chest as the driver told her how things were. He began with a preamble, a perfunctory apology of sorts, before quickly stating that what had been done couldn't be undone and there was no sense in ruining everybody's life over it. He then told her how he had bought her new clothes and such and had had her car towed into a local mechanic's shop and then paid for her motel room. As he said this, he handed over a undisclosed amount of money folded into fourths. He tone changed, becoming more earnest and more serious and Brenda could do nothing but stare doe-like into his fierce eyes. He detailed to her how he had filmed the whole affair and that he had also copied down all the phone numbers off of her cell phone, the addresses from her driver's license as well as her business card. He then told her that if she ever went to the police or told anybody else about what had happened this day, he would send DVD's of her, edited of course to show how she was such an incredibly willing participant in her own rape, to her boss, her fellow employees her friends, her family and one special copy to her husband. Brenda sat back suddenly, as if she had been slapped. Strangely, she felt like a jilted girlfriend getting a very cold and final send off. The driver, possibly sensing this, softened his tone, backpedaling with a stutter filled explanation about how he was worried about himself and his friends and that he felt terrible about the way they acted, blaming most of it, inevitable, on the booze. He reached out and patted her hand gently, then indicated that she should open the bag. He dipped his hand in the bag and pulled a sundress much like the one she had been wearing, followed by several incredibly sexy lace panties. He said she should go ahead and get dressed, that they had to make up many miles before reaching their convention. Brenda could have been a bit more coy and modest, but she wanted to tease the men one more time. Subconsciously, there was a small thought that they could all retire to the motel room for a recap of today's performance, although physically, she would probably be able to match her vigorous actions from earlier. She slipped the lacy panties slowly up her thighs, crowding the men that had made as much room as available for her on the cramped bench seat. She arched her back to slide them over her perfectly round ass, making sure that the men in the front got one last look at the still swollen pussy that they had so recently ravished. She slipped the sundress over her head, letting it glide down where it briefly hung, hindered by her swollen breasts and still distended nipples, before sliding down her torso. The men abashedly apologized and wished her well as the sliding door was opened so that she could exit the vehicle. The driver handed her a key card for her motel room and a slip of paper with the name, number and address of the mechanic's garage where her car was. Brenda stepped out into the night, alone and disoriented, as feelings of being the jilted lover once again washed over her. The car door slid shut and the brake lights briefly illuminated her in red before the van was slipped into gear and made its way out of the parking lot and into the night.

Brenda found her room, set down her purse and the boutique bag to be able to work the card through the slot and turn the handle at the same time. She entered the room and was struck by another wave of odd, disorientation, feeling as if everything that had happened to her today was nothing more than a feverishly wicked dream. As she undressed to shower, any illusion of it being a dream fell by the wayside. Her face, hair and breasts were caked with flaking, dried cum and her thighs were streaked with the remnants of her sexuality. Her nipples were still freakishly swollen, as was her pussy lips and clit. There was a sharp, raw burning that raced through her body as she stepped into the shower to wash away all of this sin, but it soon retreated, becoming a low, sensual longing. She touched herself as if for the first time, running her fingers over her breasts, wincing at the sharp throb emanating from her nipples, relishing the sweet, sharp pain from the fading welts across her breasts then running down her trembling tummy, gently teasing her lips before parting them invitingly for the stream of steaming water to cleanse. She washed shampooed and explored herself until the water began to turn tepid. She got out of the shower and had to pat herself dry sue to the fact that the towel felt like sandpaper against her raw, sensitive skin. She sat down on the end of the bed and rummaged through the bag. There she found a basic makeup kit, some very expensive perfume, various lotions, washes and body oils as well as some feminine hygiene products. She laughed to herself wondering which of the businessmen had to go through the embarrassment of buying these things. Her husband couldn't even bring himself to stand in the same aisle while she purchased them herself. She used one of the douches, wincing as the applicator slid inside of her abused pussy, but the pain was short lived and immediately replaced with relief as the cool concoction coursed through her womb, trickling out of her in way which reminded her of her own juices flowing so profusely earlier in the day. After she patted herself dry, she ran a finger around the delicate flesh of her violated vagina, slowly slipping a finger within herself. She was surprised and relieved at elasticity of her pussy, finding it to be as tight, if not tighter than it had before her assault. She had worried that she would be stretched beyond all recognition, thereby giving away her little secret the next time her and her husband had sex. With her skin feeling fresh and tingly clean, Brenda found herself extremely tired. She had thought about walking across the street for some food, as she was ravenous after such a physically exhausting day, but she opted to crawl beneath the crisp sheets instead. Within minutes, she was deeply asleep, not even dreaming, yet a smile printed itself upon her face.

Brenda awoke to the sound of the front desk calling. They informed her that this was a wake up call and that she also had a message from the garage concerning her car. She drowsily sat up as she replaced the receive on its cradle and took a few moments to get her bearings. The memories of yesterday's events quickly unfolded in her mind, but there was more pressing business to attend to. She got the phone number to the garage out of her small purse and immediately called them. They informed her that her car was ready to be picked up and Brenda was taken aback when she asked how much it would be and was informed that it had already been paid for. Feeling that burden taken from her shoulders, Brenda decided to take another luxurious shower, washing herself with the body washes that the men had provided for her. She ran her hands all over her so0apy body, feeling it as if for the first time. Her pussy had returned to its normal appearance, albeit still sore and sensitive, as had her nipples. The welts had faded to almost nothing and Brenda briefly thank a higher power that she did not bruise easily. After turning of the shower, she dried off, applied a tiny amount of the utterly extravagant perfume that the men had given her, then she picked up her new lacy panties, holding them up to try and decide which ones she would wear today. She decided on the white ones as they seemed extremely comfortable while still being exceptionally sexy. After sliding them up her silky thighs, Brenda caught her reflection in the mirror. She was shocked to see that she looked like she had when she was a teenager. Her usual timid, downtrodden expression was gone, replaced by a smile that was reflected in this radiating glow she had somehow acquired. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were redder than normal while her eyes sparkled with an unbridled happiness she had not experienced in quite a long time. Her breasts stood firmly proud and her nipples jutted straight out and Brenda had to overcome the urge to tweak them. She had other things to do today and she knew what any kind of arousal would turn into right now. She turned from the mirror and fished the silky sundress off of the floor with her toes, bringing it up into her hand. After slipping it on, she noticed, now that she was in the light, that the light cream color did nothing to conceal her reddened nipples from a curious eye. Smiling wickedly at herself in the mirror, she gathered all of her belongings and made for the door.

The man at the front desk, an older man with a leering eye, gave her directions to the garage, which happened to be only a few blocks up from the motel. As she turned to leave, the man asked casually if she had gotten any sleep, what with all of the men that had been with her. Brenda was momentarily caught short by the comment, and just twenty-four hours before, she would have been completely mortified that anyone could even think such brazenly whorish thoughts about her. Bet today was different. She turned back seductively to face the man, noting how his eyes greedily crawled across her chest, hungrily taking in the turgid, dark protruding nipples. She told him in a coy, yet sensuous voice that she had fucked them all, but seeing as how her tight pussy had made them cum inside of her so quickly, she had been asleep by one o'clock. She thanked him for his concern about her well being, turned on her heels and walked out the door. As she walked the few short blocks to the garage, Brenda laughed to herself as to her new found libertine liberty. She would have never said such a thing a day ago, but now it seemed that the world had opened up to her. She arrived at the garage, meeting with mechanic, who appeared to be the atypical grease monkey that was the fodder of comedians and ad executives alike. After handing her the keys, he said in a sly, yet very loud way, that she must have been cold after she walked away from the broken down car. Brenda just returned his comment with a quizzical, which he answered in a loud voice for the benefit of his buddies working around the garage. He informed her that her panties had been left on the seat, so he figured her �cooter� must have gotten cold. After a pause, he added that it wasn't cold for long since she had gotten picked up by that man who paid for her car to be fixed. There was muffled snickering throughout the garage to Billy Bob's bon mot, so Brenda decided to up the ante. She exclaimed her explanation in an equally loud tone, so that the good old boys in back wouldn't miss it. She told the mechanic that she had gotten so bored out there, stranded by the side of the road that she had to play with herself to pass the time. Her panties had gotten so wet that she had to take them off to let them dry. She pulled up her dress to her midriff and said that she liked these panties better anyway. The silence was only broken by someone in the back exhaling brusquely, then promptly dropping a wrench. Brenda got into her car with a pouting smile and starting the car, rolling down the window to say thank you to the dumbfounded gathering as she backed out.

The trip home was fairly uneventful, save a little flirting at a roadside truck stop where she had stopped to get something to eat. Brenda decided to pass the time and break the monotony of the road by peeling of her panties and flashing passersby. When she pulled into her driveway at home, it suddenly dawned on her that she hadn't even called her husband to explain why she was late. With pangs of guilt working through her stomach, she grabbed her suitcase and headed for the front door. She unlocked the front door and entered the foyer, dropping her keys into a silver bowl on the entry table. She took her bag upstairs, waiting to be accosted by her husband at any moment, interrogated ruthlessly as to her whereabouts. As she set her bag down in the bedroom, she heard him bound up the stairs. She tensed up when he entered the room, but was absolutely shocked when he was smiling. He said that she could tell him about her trip when he got back. He quickly told her that Jack had set up a foursome and tee time was in about a half an hour. He retreated from the room, retracing his steps, bounding down the stairs. Brenda still stood stock still until she had heard his car start up and back out of the driveway. Her feelings were contradictory at this point. On the one hand, she was absolutely relieved that she didn't have to endure one of his screaming lectures about how selfish and irresponsible she was. On the other hand, she was somewhat hurt that he hadn't even noticed that she was missing for a day. As she settled down, she realized that it was far better that he had not noticed she was a day late as she was not a very good liar. Another thought crept into her head that clinched the deal. Since he had not noticed she was a day late, she would not have to reveal that the car had broken down, thereby sidestepping yet another lecture about her irresponsibility.

The days passed and Brenda fell back into her old routines. Probably the only overt differences would be her light flirtations with men (and even some women for some reason) and the thoughts that swirled through her head when she met men on a day to day basis. She would wonder at length whether this man, when behind closed doors, was a brutal welter of primal lust and furthermore, how big was his cock. She had never thought about penis size before, but after that group of businessmen revealed that sizable secrets can be held behind a thin layer of fabric, the idea consumed her. She would even watch the way a man walked, seeing if she could discern the bulge of his man hood.

After several weeks, Brenda received a package at work. There was no return address and the delivery address was handwritten. She opened it and a jewel case fell out onto the kitchen table. She picked it up and through the clear plastic, she could see written on the face of the disc �Brenda's Gang Bang.� Brenda quickly looked around, even though she knew her husband was out on the golf course yet again. She walked, as if in a daze, into the living room, turning on the television and DVD player, sliding the disc in, then sitting on the couch. Without preamble, the screen showed Brenda, pinned down on the table, men surrounding her as she sucked on a stranger's rigid cock. The cameraman walked around and there was a close up of her sweet little slit being stretched to its limits by a gargantuan cock. The angle then changed and she could see up the length of her cum covered body as she hungrily sucked on that throbbing, rigid tool. Off camera a stream of cream squirted across her tits, beading up on her turgid nipples. Brenda fished into the package to see if there was anything else. Inside, she found a slip of paper with a note on it. As she read the brief note, her fingers wandered under her dress, sliding under the elastic of her panties and stroked her suddenly sopping wet pussy. The note said that the men were having a business retreat in a week and that she should come. In fact, the letter was written in an almost threatening tone, as if blackmail would be utilized if she chose not to attend. The note went on to say that they had all enjoyed their last visit with her and would love to have a reunion of sorts. The note ended by giving the time, date and the address that the event would be held at. As a postscript, the note reiterated how much they desired Brenda's company and so did a lot of friends that they had shown the film to...a lot of friends. Brenda raised her eyes back to the screen, a feeling of trembling anticipation rising up within her. AS her fingers slid farther with her warm wetness, Brenda could only imagine what awaited her.

