Two brothers, Mark and John Mathis, lived on a farm. Since their mother had died, it was just the two of them living there now, running the place. They had a hundred cattle they raised. It was easy work. Once a week you’d heard them into a different field. Every now and then you’d sell one, make a couple of thousand. It wasn’t any way to get rich, that was for sure, and it didn’t keep them boys from getting in trouble, neither. Both were right around fifty years old, built strong from baling hay and, being alone on a farm, horny as hell. They could often be found at Cook’s Bar and Grill, in nearby Townsville. They had a habit of drinking until they could barely get to their truck, then somehow drive the few miles down the country road to their farm. This night, they were carrying on with Grant and Elroy, two alcoholic friends at Cook’s. It was Grant’s birthday; he’d just turned fifty-six. All four celebrated with plenty of alcohol and noise.
Nearby, Michelle Weaver was finishing up the closing shift at Mercer’s Grocery. At sixteen, she was one of the younger cashiers there, probably the shortest, too. As others turned off the lights, Michelle clocked out and started walking down the sidewalk to her home where she lived with her divorced mother. Michelle got to keep half of what she made, while the other half went towards rent and food.
Michelle had turned sixteen just two months ago, just before she started this job. Tonight, it was a cool early-fall night, so she wore her dark blue sweater over her bra, store jacket and pink jeans. Michelle weighed maybe 112 pounds, stood about 5’ 2” tall. She had darker blonde hair, shoulder-length. She had just a little make-up on. She was very cute; yet very particular about who she dated. She dated a couple of boys, but they never got even to first base with her. All the boys noticed her great butt and rather prominent boobs.
She lived just a short distance away, in the sub-division across the street from the strip mall. As she walked down the sidewalk, she walked by Cook’s Bar just as four men staggered out the door. She suddenly found herself in the middle of this group of obviously drunk men, unable to go anywhere. They didn’t make any effort to let her by. She said meekly, “excuse me, excuse me please….”, but every time she tried to slip through, they’d move and block it. They were staggering around drunk, laughing and carrying on.
Elroy said, “Hey! Hey! We said we’d get Grant laid tonight, right? Well, look what we have here!” The three others looked down next to them. Between them stood this young teenager, that no one except Elroy had even noticed before now. They turned and stared. The girl said something, tried to move between them.
Mark said, “Hold on there, little missy! Where you goin’?” She started saying again, “Please, I want to get by, excuse me please…”
John said, “I don’t think so! You got to (urp) do something for us first.” He took hold of her right upper arm, turned to Elroy, laughing. “Where’s you’re van?”
The three men hadn’t meant for this to happen. They’d staggered out of the bar expecting to do nothing more than go their separate ways. Then they’d noticed this teenage girl standing between them. No one knew where she’d come from, but all four of them were still feeling plenty horny after that big talk about getting Grant laid tonight. And this girl was cute! In their drunken state, she was a lucky lottery ticket ready to be cashed. When he’d taken hold of her arm, she had started to struggle. “Hey! Let go of me!” she cried out. She started to struggle with them. Mark grabbed her other arm, Grant walked ahead, looking around for anyone watching. Nobody to be seen. Leroy quickly wrapped his hands around her mouth, shutting her up. This just made total sense to all of them; a great idea. All of them, except Michelle.
John was kind of surprised at all of this. He was half joking when he’d said “I don’t think so,” but then it was so easy to move her. She weighed hardly anything, and when she struggled, it actually got him even more excited. Fun! Let’s get Grant laid! Woo!! As long as Elroy was keeping her quiet, he thought why not and kept moving towards the side of the van. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Mark held her other arm, Grant helped block her from being seen; Grant was a hefty 280 pounds wide. Everyone helped when they opened the side doors and dragged her inside.
Elroy climbed in, pulling her with him. Jim and Mark climbed in too, pushing and shoving her inside as well. Grant closed the doors, then looked around as he staggered to the driver’s seat. No one around. He got behind the wheel, somehow managed to get the van started and began to drive away.
“Hey,” Grant asked, “Where we goin’?”
John leaned up, laughing while trying to keep quiet. “Ssshhhh! Go to the farm. We’ll park in some field there.”
Grant said, “Oh yeah! Hahaha! I know, that gate up on highway B. Perfect.” John agreed, turned back to their prize. Grant was chuckling as he turned onto the main road and drove out of town as straight as he could, which wasn’t very.
In back, Michelle kept screaming into the man’s hand, fighting to get herself free. They all smelled bad and reeked of beer. These were older men; older than her dad. Two were big, husky looking. They were filthy, had big unkempt beards. The third guy was smaller, scrawnier, but really creepy looking. The driver was big, fat, had a dumb laugh. Michelle was really freaking out. She fought a lot to get free, but they were holding her pretty tight. As they drove down the road, the man behind her, the one holding his hand over her mouth, the scrawny one, pulled her up some and leaned down by her ear.
“Listen up, little girl. It’s my buddy’s birthday today, so you gotta give him his birthday present. You hear? Whatever he wants, you give it to him.” He kept laughing as he spoke. She leaned as far away as she could, said something like “I’m not doing anything!” back at him. They all laughed. One said “Oh yes you are!”
One of the other men started grabbing at her sweater. She fought to keep his hands off of her. The third man said, “Hold on, brother! Wait till we get to where we’re goin’. Then let the birthday boy open his present!” Everyone except Michelle thought this was hysterical. The man stopped pulling on her sweater, but her started to rub her left breast from outside.
Mark rubbed her young girls’ tit, said “Screw it,” and leaned down to her young face. Elroy moved his hands from her mouth. Mark gripped her face with both hands, forced his mouth on hers. She managed to get out a short scream as Mark pressed his tongue between those luscious lips and into her little mouth. Oh man, she smelled good. As he worked his tongue around in her warm, wet mouth, she kept kicking, now pushing fruitlessly against Mark’s head with her free hand as he forcefully kissed her. When he stopped, Elroy quickly covered her mouth again. Someone lit a joint as they continued struggling with her. They passed around the joint, making Michelle choked on the smoke from it as hands touched her all over. She was just starting to feel the effect of the marijuana when the van slowed, turned, then bumped into a field and bounced along behind some trees. It stopped; the inside light came on. Grant climbed in back. With the girl and the four men, it was crowded. The inside of the van was empty except for a single old mattress, a place where Elroy had to sleep occasionally. Now Elroy sat on the mattress, holding her mouth with his hands as Mark sat on one side, holding her arm. John sat across from him, holding her other arm. Her short legs kicked out by the engine cover, where Grant moved to after he’d parked.
Elroy got tired of holding her mouth, so he grabbed a rag nearby and pushed it into her mouth after a good struggle. Grant said, “Hold it! I got a better idea!” He knelt on the floor, big fat guy that he was. He undid his pants, then pulled his dick out. It was fairly erect. “Let’s put this in her mouth instead!” Everyone cheered. They all started to force her onto her hands and knees, but she was still fighting them, now yelling.
“No! No! Let me go! Let me go! You assholes! No!!” Finally, Mark got fed up with her fighting and punched her hard twice in her ribs. She cried out, as he shouted at her.
“Keep still, bitch! Keep still and do what you’re told, fucking little cunt!” He angrily shouted at her as they started to force her onto her knees again. Then Elroy said, “Hey, let’s strip her!”
Everyone agreed readily. Hands gripped at her clothing. Her sweater got pulled up even as she tried to stop them. Other hands grabbed at her pink jeans, undoing them, pulling the zipper down. She tried to stop that too, but there too many of them. Soon her sweater was getting pulled over her head as her jeans got pulled down and off. She kept screaming into the rag, but not struggling near as much as before. She tried though, despite the pain in her ribs. Next, hands pulled and tugged and ripped her bra and panties off. Naked, sixteen-year-old Michelle was one pretty sight. Small, blonde bush between two thin legs. Young thighs, young girl tits, little girl pussy. Everyone got really excited, really fast.
Michelle was beyond terrified now. Here she was, in a strange van with these strange old men she didn’t even know. They were all drunk and obviously wanted to have sex with her. Despite her fighting, they’d managed to pull all her clothing off. Here bra and panties got torn away and now she was naked in front of them. She tried to curl up and cover herself, crying hysterically, but they forced her to get face down, then on her hands and knees. She was crying, begging them to let her go. Someone punched her twice again, in her back. She went down, the pain really hurt, making her ribs hurt more. They dragged her up as she sobbed, forced her onto her hands and knees again. They forced her knees apart some; she felt a hand reach behind her butt and touch her ‘down there’. This made her jump, but so did the sight now in front of her. This really fat guy had his penis out and was holding it towards her. It looked like a really big banana. He shook it some; it bounced around a few inches in front of her face. Michelle had never seen a man’s penis before. She and her current boyfriend hadn’t gone that far yet. But here, in this dimly lit van, here was this fat, hairy penis right in front of her face. They told her to suck it. No freaking way. She shook her head left and right, but the fat guy moved closer, his big, ugly thing hanging down, touching her face now. He took hold of her head. Her body ached from the punches. She tried to move her head away but couldn’t. They all started telling her to open her mouth.
One man snarled, “Open up! Open yer mouth!” Another said loudly, “Open that little girl mouth of yours, girl! Give the birthday boy a blowjob!” Another man, laughing, added, “Yeah! Suck on it, girlie! Suck his dick!” She tried not to, keeping her mouth closed, eyes shut. Suddenly, more punches began to hit her. The made her stay up as at least four or five more punches slammed into her.
She sobbed, Ok! Ok! Ok! Stop!” When they did, she slowly turned towards his penis, slowly opened her mouth and put it over the end of his dick. Grant grinned, laughing as she did. His dick jumped when she touched it with her trembling little lips. In he went, touching her wet tongue. It was warm in there, making him harder by the second. Man, could this girl suck dick! Slowly, she even started to suck on it when the others started yelling at her how to. He started to move back and forth a bit as she rubbed her hot tongue all over his dick head. Suddenly, he gripped her head a little tighter and shoved himself deeper into her mouth. She stopped breathing, choked. He felt her throat, pushed in much as he could, then backed up. She gagged, gasping for breath, his cock still in her mouth. He paused, grinned at the others, said to the girl “Deep breath,” then shoved deep into her mouth again. He did this for a while, laughing whenever she struggled to breathe. It was fun watching her face turn blue with his crotch hair pushing against her face, his belly on her forehead. Over and over, he forced her up and down on him.
Soon, Grant shot his load into her throat while holding himself deep in her. She almost passed out, choked a lot and almost threw up when he finally pulled out. Leroy shouted “I’m next! I’m next!”
Quickly Leroy moved behind the young girl. He got between her legs as she gagged for air, then she really cried out when he pressed his dick against her little girl cunt. He worked it around some, spit on it several times, finally found that little hole down there and pushed into her. She tensed up, groaning from the pain of her aching body tightening and the pain from her vagina being forced open by this big cock. He slowly pushed into her. She was crying out, “Ahhh! Ahhh! Stop! Stop!” over and over. In he went though, an inch at a time. He felt her hymen, pushed against it. Suddenly it gave way, and he went in another inch. She cried out more, with even more tears. He grinned at the others.
“Fucking girl ain’t a virgin no more!” Elroy started to fuck her. Back and forth, her small, very tight vagina threatened to squeeze him right out, so he never back up much. He pushed in hard each time though, determined to get all the way into her. Her cute, young girl ass cheeks wiggled as he did her. Her pussy lips were wet and slid along his cock’s length, making himself even more excited, harder still.
Leroy wasn’t the only one feeling her pussy on his dick. Michelle could feel it too, and her pussy lips were giving her this very turned-on feeling. God, seriously? He vagina ached something fierce as he pushed back and forth in it. She could feel the head part sliding back and forth. He vagina gripped him tightly. It actually would go from pain to a lusting feeling when she did. She let it, anything to stop the pain her body was feeling. She was being rocked back and forth as he did her from behind, holding onto her hips. Her boobs were moving all over without her bra on. His crotch and his pubic hair kept slapping into her butt cheeks too. The longer he went on, the faster he went. She was getting slammed around more and more. She felt hands touching her boobs as the men laughed and cheered on, smoking pot and drinking more beer. Finally, the man finished. She felt him starting to pulsate, starting to cum inside her she guessed. He pressed in deep and held it there, groaning as he filled her with his cum. He pulled out, she was almost hyperventilating from breathing so hard. Then another man was behind her, and another man’s penis pushed into her again. She jumped; it still hurt! He immediately started going in far, and going fast. She hurt down there of course, here pussy stretched beyond anything she thought possible, yet her lips kept giving the opposite feeling as he raped her. So many fixed feelings, yet pain overwhelmed most everything. He wasn’t slamming deep into her like the first man. He was just going really, really fast. She spread her arms some to brace herself better. She even spread her knees some more. Faster and faster, her pounded her with this really long, really fat penis that was both painful and also stimulating. The feeling of sexual pleasure was all new to her. She didn’t recognize it, thought it was just part of this horrible gangrape. She blushed from feeling like that, yet it was like her body was trying to ease her pain. When the third man began to rape her, she sometimes noticed herself pushing back against him when he pushed into her. She even found herself squeezing his cock momentarily every time he backed up. Once, she reached underneath herself, put three fingers on his shaft as he moved back and forth into her. It was wet, hard, long, moving fast. She touched her pussy lips, felt them sliding along that wet shaft of his. Maybe it was all the dope smoke, but she just knelt there, closing her eyes and feeling his dick sliding along her finger tips. She oved up a little, rubbed her clit a few times. Did that make it hurt less? The only reason she did that, and yes it did seem to help. She rubbed it a little bit more but stopped, embarrassed. She felt his ball sack hit her hand a few times. Over and over, a penis went back and forth in her, the third one now. She wondered if the fat guy would too? Michelle put her palm out, felt his hairy ball sack slap against her palm as he fucked her over and over again.
When John finished raping the girl, everyone told Grant he had to. “Go on, birthday boy! Get you some!” Grant knelt up, gripped her hair, made her suck him again. It took a while, but she finally got him hard. Towards the end she’d started sucking hard, stroking him with her hand at the same time. He figured she was trying to get him to cum in her mouth again. Oh no you don’t. He pulled out, moved behind her. He put his dick to her wet cunt hole, pushed in and started fucking the girl. As she cried endlessly, he slammed into her hard, watching those teenage ass cheeks bouncing as he did. Over and over, he raped the youngster, fascinated at watching his cock slide into that little cunt of hers. Just before he came, he stopped, took a couple of deep breaths, with his dick still inside her. She was really breathing fast, like she’d been running a marathon. She kept pleading with them to stop, to leave her alone, crying. He grinned at the others, pulled out and pushed right into that little sphincter of hers. Boy, did that make her move again! In a flash she was being held down, face down on the mattress, as Grant slowly pushed his still-rock hard dick into her asshole. Everyone watched, cheering him on, talking trash to the girl. She actually started crying for her mommy! Man, was this ever a turn-on! She grunted hard and cried out with his every thrust into her butt. He got in deep, found himself a rhythm and began slapping her butt, that gorgeous, cute little ass of hers with his crotch again and again. He worked her ass good for a very long time. He even surprised himself with how long he went.
When he finished, Leroy took a turn on her ass, too. She kept sobbing, crying, pleading, as her young body was slammed by their repeated assaults on her. Mark turned her over and raped her missionary-style, holding her legs up high as he pounded that little cunt of hers over and over again. Grant got a blowjob again, then they sat back, trying to decide what to do with her. Being quite drunk and very high, they of course decided to just kick her out. They opened the door, pushed her out, threw her clothing after her. Grant kept her panties. Later, they drove back to the farm and fell asleep in the living room. That is, until the sheriff’s arrived.