Wendy's Gangrape - Sex Stories

Wendy's Gangrape

... continuing to pump more of his seed into her. For the next hour, the funny feeling in her tummy made her completely submissive to their wishes as she lay there on her back, mouth open, eyes closed, as one by one they each took their turn in her. Somehow her natural motherly instinct had taken over and told her to protect the unborn baby that had just been pumped into her whom. They released her arms and legs and she allowed herself to be fucked and kissed. Her bent legs made her feet bounced above their backs as they almost gently made love to the beautiful young girl and each man unloaded a years’ worth of seed into her. When all the men had finished taking her, the large older man who had been the first to rape her dropped to his knees between her legs and guided his huge brown swollen cock to her slit once more. He lay down on top of her and pushed in again, and as he slowly fucked the young girl he began speaking in broken English, saying he was sorry but it had been so long since they had a woman and they had been watching her walk by every day for weeks, they all wanted the gringo girl with her blue eyes and blond hair. Just then he closed his eyes, groaned and began pumping another huge load of his seed into Wendy filling her once more. She opened her eyes as an “AAAAAhhhhhhhh” escaped from her lips. Then as suddenly as it began the rape was over. The Mexicans all disappeared and she could hear the sound of a car’s engine start and disappear into the distance. Wendy ...

... slowly stood up and gathered her torn dress and other clothing. She was crying again and tried to wrap the torn pieces of her dress around herself. Holding them together she slowly walked back to find her award plaque. It was scratched and almost broken in two where they had stepped on it. Wendy turned very slowly, tears streaming down her face, and walked towards her house on the other side of the orchard clutching her broken award to her breasts, as sticky white semen mixed with blood ran down the inside of her legs, she wondered what was going to happen to her…

Wendy staggered in the direction of her house, which was still a good mile away, looking down at the ground as if in a trance. The special place between her legs felt like it was on fire from the abuse it had just endured. Semen ran from it down her legs producing traces through the dust on her skin making her legs look stripped. She held her tattered dress together as best she could, still clutching her precious spelling award, which was now broken in two.

Suddenly a huge shadow loomed in front of her. She looked up to see Mr. Patterson who owned the orange orchard standing there with his hands on his hips. Wendy was relieved and happy to see someone she knew from her father’s church and began to speak but someone grabbed her arms from behind and a very large hand covered her mouth and nose. It pressed down so hard that she couldn’t breathe and she started to panic. At six foot four inches Mr. Patterson was ...