Blake Garfield - Raped virgin cheerleader

Barbie's arms were still bound behind her, and each time one of her schoolmates pounded down on her helpless body she felt as though her elbows or wrist were going to snap. The helplessness and pain only made her more excited. Her schoolmates fucked her with fast, brutal strokes, clawed at her tits, yanked and twisted on nipple rings, and slobbered over her face.

As they fucked her and crushed her and mocked her, Barbie climaxed again and again. She had been reduced to a sex-toy in their eyes, a slutty little tramp who was only fit for fucking and hurting and making fun of. The ultimate degradation of having been turned into a whore in the eyes of her ex-boyfriend, her friends and her schoolmates turned Barbie on like nothing else that had happened.

It was late after noon before her schoolmates pulled Barbie out of the back of the van. Her pussy was swollen almost shut and the rug was soaked with sweat and puddle with jism and pussy-juice that had leak out of her cunt. Barbie's schoolmates pulled her roughly by her breast rings to her feet, and as she wobbled under their guidance to the front of the van, huge globs of gluey jism dropped down with a loud wet plop on the graveled ground beneath her, as it poured from her cunt.

"Leaving a trail, Barbie?" a defensive-back, asked her cruelly. "What's the matter, little toy afraid you wouldn't be able find your way back?" They laid Barbie facedown over the hood of the van, with her legs spread wide. "That's OK we'll make sure that you find your way back," as he rammed his long, stiff cock her asshole.

They took turns fucking her ass as they had done with her cunt. Barbie's climaxes continued as her the entire football squad smashed her into the hard, cold hood of the van. Her pert firm tits flattened against the unyielding metal. The air was forced from her lungs every time a huge football player's body sandwiched her between their bodies and the van.

Each ass reaming stole a little more of her energy, made her legs a little more wobbly and her balance a little less certain. Only the grip of four linemen on her breast rings kept Barbie from sliding off the van's hood to the ground. Before long her lean, sexy legs were streaked with jism. Schoolmates turned her head this way and that as they ass-fucked her, making her French kiss them, and biting and spitting on her face and throat and shoulders while they fucked her overworked shitter.

By time the last boy had shot his jism up her soaked clasping asshole and her breast rings were released, Barbie was nearly unconscious. She took two stumbling steps away from the hood of the van, then collapsed to the gravel that line the side of the road. She was pulled to her knees and hard, stiff prick after prick fucked her mouth and throat, dumping load after load of jism in her mouth, down her gullet, across her face, and over her body. There wasn't a single square inch of Barbie's lithe, little body that wasn't covered with the gooey white spunk.

"Stick your tongue into my piss-slit!"

"Suck my balls, bitch!"

"Don't swallow my cum slut, let it drool out!"

"Swallow it all, baby!"

"Have some up your nose!"

"Open them eyes!"

Each schoolmate made Barbie do something different as they face-fucked her. Whatever they told her to do Barbie meekly complied. After cocks exploded their load of jism, either in or on her, she sucked and licked the spent cocks and balls clean… "Here, Your Highness!" the last boy's cock was cleaned said, as he pull Barbie's spunk drenched, jockstrap, crown off her head and stuffed it into her mouth.

Barbie's knees were chaffed raw and bleeding from the gravel she knelt on. Her lips were bruised and swollen by the rough slide of cocks and the beating of prick-heads against her mouth. Her face was so plastered with jism that she looked as though she was wearing a dirty silver mask. Her tits were painted with the same dirty shade of sliver. Around three in the morning while the football team sat on the soft Bermuda grass watching the sexy, spunk painted cheerleader sucking on her jockstrap crown, Tommy dragged Barbie over to a large tree by her breast rings. With the help from a couple of his teammates, he forced the fucked out cheerleader to stand up. They removed the jockstraps from her arms and wrist, then she was pushed tits first against the tree. A small gnarl stuck out from the tree, which lined up with Barbie's pussy. Tommy then drew her arms around the thick trunk then he secured her arms tightly around the tree. As the boys who were assisting Tommy held her tightly by digging their strong fingers into her soft ass-cheeks, Tommy drew the cheerleaders long, lean legs around the trunk and secured them tightly.

"Noooo!" Barbie cried weakly. She knew that nothing she wanted mattered, but she couldn't keep from crying out at the horrible pain that lance through he her arms and shoulders and legs and hips from the unnatural way she had been bound, hanging from the tree. "No – this hurts really bad! Aren't you done with me yet?"

"You said you wanted to get beaten, Barbie," Tommy said with a smile, winking at his fellow teammates and pulling his belt from his gym-bag. "You said you wanted to get hurt!"

Every member of the football team began beating her. They whipped her with their belts, they whipped her with switches they got from trees and bushes from the surrounding woods, running a contest on which tree or bush provided the best branch to beat her with. They whipped with lengths of rope from the back of the van. Her ex-boyfriend even beat her with a tow-chain for a while, then he stuffed the chain up her pulsating, gooey, spunk filled shitter, giving her a long metal tail to shake while the football team continue her punishment.

Barbie climaxed a dozen times while they were beating her. She hugged the tree desperately. The longer they beat her the hotter she became. By the time her ass and back was covered with bright red welts she was humping the tree's gnarl, as though it was the worlds sweetest, most delightful cock. The brutal scratching of the bark was almost as painful as the lashing that were scoring her tender backside, turned her on even more.

"Shake that slutty ass!" snapped a corner back that had just lashed Barbie leaving a blood-red streak across her jiggling asscheeks.

"Wag your tail, you doggy bitch," The wide receiver shouted, lashing his belt savagely across Barbie's shoulders. "Wag your tail just like the little lap-dog bitch you are!"

Barbie dropped her head against the tree and sobbed in shame as her friends and schoolmates stopped their beatings of her backside to watch her lewdly gyrate her well beaten, redden ass to shake the chain stuffed up her shitter like a little puppy-dogs tail. And the way her cunt-juices were being soaked up by the tree-bark. A few of them plunged their fingers into her cunt.

"Hey!" one of them shouted in amazement. "Barbie, here has fuck that rough gnarl so much that its smooth and slick."

"Let's see!" Tommy shouted as he and Morris cut the ropes holding Barbie to the tree.

The entire football team laughed as Barbie thudded to the ground on her tenderized back under the tree. "By George you're right Pete!" Tommy said as he fought to control his giggling. "This gnarl is slicker then shit! Barbie! Get up here and clean this plant-cock off."

While Morris popped Barbie's solid jockstrap crown out of her mouth and fitted back over her head, Tommy dragged Barbie to her knee by her breast rings. Barbie immediately wrapped her lips around the gnarl that she had been humping as her backside was beaten. She licked and sucked the five-inch protrusion of the tree that she had humped smoothed. While she lapped up her pussy-juices, Tommy wrenched her hands behind her back once again and tied he wrist and elbows tightly together with a rope that he had thrown over one of the lower branches. While keeping her lips locked around the gnarl, Barbie scrambled to her feet as Tommy and Morris pulled on the rope around her wrist.