Fucked By Country Boys From School

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I'd been hearing rumors of this party happening this weekend, first they said it was going to be at the university dorms, a frat house, some guy's parent's house who were going to be out of town for the weekend. Everyone was saying it was going to be Halloween themed since it was Halloween weekend. All week that's all I heard about and finally on Thursday, I finally heard the final plans, one of the guys was going to be hosting it behind his found in the woods at the foot of the mountain. It was going to be a bonfire, that way they didn't have to worry about a noise complaint, and it was far out enough that it'd give everyone time enough to get out before the cops came.

Honestly, I was really interested in going out to that bonfire, but then I thought about it, and I realized I'd been to a few house parties already. This was something different and I'd never been to one before, so I decided to go. I asked a friend if they were going and they said they had a ride, so I asked if I could tag along. They were surprised that I wanted to go since I usually would bail out on these kinds of things.

"Really Lynn? You're going to go?" one of them asked me, masking a laugh as they stared at me confused. Her and another one of our friends looked at each other smiling before each giving me the side eye.

I rolled my eyes, already annoyed that for some reason I had to prove to them that I was going to go. I let out a loud sigh and groan as I nodded my head saying to them, "Yes. I plan on fucking going. God. What the fuck do I have to prove that I'm going to go with you? I just want to tag along and see what this is all about." I stared at them as they stared back at me, they just shrugged and told me they'd text me the details about the party later that night.

Later that night, I finally got a text with all the details about the bonfire Friday night. They told me that if I wanted to dress up in a costume I could, but I didn't have to. Only one of my friends was going and she had a ride from one of the guys who planned it, so he agreed to come pick me up. I told her to not have him pick me up at my house, I didn't want him or his friends to know where I lived, they were already annoying enough to deal with at school, and I didn't want that following me home. She agreed and asked where, so I told her at the park near my house, I'd be there waiting for them. She told me they'd be waiting and then she asked what I'd be wearing.

I told her she'd just have to see for herself with a winking emoticon. After that, I spent the rest of the week trying to plan what I was going to wear. After hours of pulling everything out of my closet, I found a "costume" that I liked.

I wore a black corset that barely contained my breasts, black silk fingerless gloves, a short black skirt, leather belts tied around my thighs, black thigh highs with skulls on them, and a pair of black converse. I, also, bought a cute rosary necklace with black beads and a white cross. I sprinkled a little blood on my tits, added a bite mark on my neck and now I was a vampire bride, a slutty one too.

So, when it was time for the party to start, I let my parents know I was going to be out at an early Halloween party and that I'd be going with my friend, Shyanne. Mom was busy on her laptop, watching something stupid on Facebook while my dad was busy watching T.V. I rolled my eyes at how nonchalant they seemed to care about me coming and going, it was a little bit of a curse to have parents that just let me leave when I wanted because I was hoping they'd throw a fit about this party and make me stay.

When I checked, a notification popped up on my phone, when I checked it was my friend letting me know that they were at the park and ready to go. So, I told my parents not to stay up waiting for me and if I end up spending the night somewhere else, I'll let them know. They both gave a half-hearted farewell, so I just left.

The walk to the park was chilly, but I really did love it. Fall in our area was so nice, we lived in a mountain area, we had a ski resort on our mountain, and the town felt more alive during the holiday season. I walked down the alley to the park, to avoid anyone seeing me, or stopping me. When I got to the park, I noticed there was a truck already in the parking lot, the engine running. I sent my friend a text asking if that was them in the truck, and she replied quickly letting me know that it was.

I walked over to the passenger side of the truck and pulled the door open, the door creaked loudly as it swung open. My friend scooted closer to the guy who was taking us over, his truck had a bench seat, or that's what he called it anyway. I got in and sat down, and we were off to the party. We had to drive out of town first to get near where we had to go, then we pulled off onto a dirt road I'd never noticed before. The drive down that road was not comfortable at all, I bounced up and down, holding on to the seat and the handle above my head, so that I would be tossed inside the truck.

I started to get nervous because of how far into the woods we were going, and I'd seen too many true crime shows to know this is how it starts. Soon though, I noticed a faint orange glow in between the pine trees, it grew brighter and brighter as we drove closer. Soon, I could see the flames of the bonfire rising in the air and shadows of people standing around it. Then, through the rising dust in front of our headlights, I could see a line of trucks all parked together a good walk away from the bonfire. We parked, and those two got out of the truck fast, leaving me by myself as I checked my phone before I got out. My battery wasn't great, sitting below 30% and my signal was nonexistent.

I got out of the truck and walked over towards the bonfire, and I noticed something. Besides my friend who I came with, I was the only other girl at this party. I counted there were at least twenty-five guys and just my friend and myself. I was scanned around, I could see a few familiar faces, one of them being a guy from my class who had asked me out in the past, but I rejected him. I knew that was one reason why he hated me, but the other reason was because we believed in opposing political views. His truck had bunch of right-wing bullshit on it, Trump and Confederate flags, Let's Go Brandon stickers, thin blue line stickers, and just pretty much your stereotypical red pilled incel.

He was sitting on the wooden bench with some of his friends, it looked like they were drinking beers. Then I could feel his eyes lock on me, his demeanor changed, and his eyes followed me as I walked around. I felt super uncomfortable, so I found an area where I could be by myself, under a tree, at the edge of the light of the bonfire. I stood there, pulling out my phone, pretending to be occupied as the others all drank and talked around me.

You could barely even call this a "Halloween" bonfire because I was one of the only ones really dressed up, some of them had cheap Spirit Halloween costumes, others just wore masks, and the rest were just dressed in camouflage jackets and pants. Then, he stood up, Jackson walked over towards me and was talking loud enough for everyone to hear him.

"Well, if it ain't little miss Tik Tok E-Girl come down from the heights to hang out with us workin' folk." he said loudly, a smug grin on his face, as he stared down at me. I could feel his eyes staring at my breasts, as he pulled the can of beer up to his lips. He slurped loudly, chugging it before crushing the can in his hand and tossing it towards the bonfire.

"What are you dressed as? Goth whore? Emo slut? Tik Tok Bimbo? Horny E-Girl?" he asked, each one an insult he'd used before and got the same reactions as always. His group of friends laughed, nodding their heads at him as he looked back to see if they laughed.

"I guess sluts like you can only pick one outfit for Halloween, huh?" he said, the last word of his sentence he said loudly so that everyone could hear him. He got a few weird looks from the others around, but they went back to talk and drinking and ignored him.

I was already done with this night, and I wanted to go home, I just walked past him and walked over to a cooler on the ground. I reached in and grabbed myself a soda and just walked around the bonfire sipping on it. I was looking around the crowd for my friend, but I could not see her, or the guy we came with. I would've called out her name, but they were playing some shitty country music through a speaker.

As I looked around for my friend, I noticed a couple more headlights heading toward us. I was hoping it would be the cops, so they could break up this shitty party. They parked and that's when I noticed it was just more of them, some of them jumping out of the back of the trucks they came in. They all joined the party, shouting, hollering, and cheering as a few of them brought more cases of beer. One of the new guys joining the party walked over to me and held out a beer as he offered it to me. I declined and just walked around, still looking for my friend, but I could not find her.

I walked back to his truck to see if they were hanging out by it, and that's when I noticed the truck moving around a little. I couldn't see inside, but I could see someone or someone's were inside it. I figured she was having some fun and I didn't want to ruin the mood for her. So, I just walked past the truck we came in and waited as I leaned against the tailgate of the truck. I stood there wishing I had just gone to a normal party back in town. The motion of the truck eventually stopped, and I heard the loud groan of the door as it swung open again.

I saw him step out first, and then I watched as he held out his hand as he helped her out of the truck. She stepped out, her hair was messier than when we came in, and then she was adjusting her clothes before she followed behind him. I was going to stop them and ask if I could get a ride home, but I didn't want to be a bother. So, I kept quiet, and I just stood there sipping on the rest of my soda.

I don't know how long I stood there, but I was starting to get cold. I had noticed a few of the trucks start to leave one by one until there were just a few where we parked and a few further down the dirt road. I heard some footsteps approaching from behind me and I had hoped it was my friend and her "date" ready to leave, but it wasn't. Jackson and a few of his friends were standing there, staring at me quietly.

"Damn Lynn. You look real good tonight. Don't she boys?" he said, his words slurring a little, but I could see him look over his shoulder at his friends. They all chuckled and some of them nodded and agreed with him.

"Why ain't you with here with one of those black boys you like running with? Don't you got a black boyfriend Lynn?" he said, once again trying to rile me up the same way he would try at school. I don't know why he was obsessed with me dating black guys, but he would always make these comments at me.

"She dating of them? Oh hell no. That's a waste right there." One of his friends chimed in from behind him. I couldn't see who it was, and the voice didn't sound familiar either.

"Yeah dude. She's one of those BLM supporters. She only fucks black guys." he said, stifling some laughter as he spoke, while all the others jeered with discontent.

I was getting annoyed by their voices, from what they were saying, and just being stuck here in this situation. I stared back at them, and I snapped back, "Yeah. Well at least a black guy would know what to do with a woman. I bet none of your dicks combined measure up to any black guy at school."

They went silent, and even in the dark I could tell that the expressions on their faces had changed. They all turned around and walked back towards the bonfire. I waited for them to disappear, but I slowly followed behind to warm up by the fire. I noticed them all standing together, occasionally one of them would stare at me, his face full of hate. They were all chugging more beers, as they stood around talking to each other, and occasionally shooting me a glare.

The guy who my friend and I came with popped up into view and I waved him down. He noticed me and waved back, but before I could get him to come over to me. Jackson and his friends pulled him aside and they started talking. I don't know what they were talking about, but occasionally, one of them would look my way. Eventually, they finished talking and he started to turn and walk the way he came.

I rushed over to him, following him shortly before I asked him to stop. When he did and I caught up to him, I asked, "Hey. I don't want to be a mood killer, but can we head out soon? It's getting late and I want to get home." We stood there and stared at each for a few seconds.

He scratched the back of his head, his eyes looking at me for a few seconds, and then they would look up behind me. "Uh. Shit. I don't think she's ready to go and I'm not ready yet either. Sorry." He said, his tone distant as he gave me a half assed answer.

I stood there, staring back at him, both annoyed and confused as to why it was so hard just to leave. I crossed my arms across my chest and stared back at him, "Well. I'll be waiting for you two by your truck, so, hurry it up." I didn't wait for a reaction, or a reply and I just turned around and walked back towards the bonfire and the truck we drove in. I walked past Jackson and his group, and I could hear them laughing and talking quietly to one another.

I walked back over to his truck, once again leaning against the tailgate. I waited and waited, pulling out my phone to check the time. It had just passed 11 PM, it was getting later, and I was getting more annoyed. Once again, I heard footsteps approaching from behind me, I had hoped it was my friend and our ride. When I turned around to see who it was, it was Jackson and his friends once again.

"Didn't think a liberal bitch like you could last a night in the woods." He said, his words slurring more than before as he stood there staring at me.

I just rolled my eyes, and I tried to push my way through them, but they were solid wall of muscle that didn't budge. I tried to walk around them, but Jackson reached out and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling it up and twisting it at the same time. I shouted at him that he was hurting me, but then someone behind me reached around and covered my mouth. I could feel them lift me off the ground, pulling me along with them as we stepped away from the truck I came in.

From what I could tell, we were walking towards that other group of trucks parked further away. The light of the bonfire grew dimmer and so did it's warmth. I was starting to feel the chilly night air hitting my lightly clothed body. When we reached the other trucks, they pulled me between two of them, hiding us from anyone who'd be looking for us.

I felt one of their shoes kick at the back of my knees, which forced me onto my knees. I could feel the dirt pressing against the thin fabric of the stockings I was wearing. I could hear them talking to one another, laughing, while others were messing with their pants.

"If you fucking scream, I swear to God bitch. I'll break your fucking jaw!" Jackson said to me, as if he was growling through his teeth, the tone of his voice full of frustration.

I didn't know what to think, I didn't know what was happening, or who besides Jackson was all around me. I could barely make out their silhouettes against the night. That's when I felt something pressed against my face, it was hot, it was thick, and whatever it was, it could feel it throb. He rubbed against across my cheek, towards my mouth, where my nose caught whiff of it. It stunk like piss and sweat, and then I realized what it was.

"Open your fucking mouth, Lynn." Jackson's voice cut through the silence, and the others stayed quiet. I hesitated for a moment, but I didn't know what he would do if I didn't listen. So, I slowly opened my mouth, not wide, just enough. I guess that was enough for him and he slid his dick inside my mouth. It tasted disgusting, as if he had just got done pissing. I kept my mouth open and let him push it inside as far as he could go. He was pressing against the back of my throat while his crotch and pubes were pressed against my face. I felt his hand press against the back of my head, his fingers sliding underneath my hair as he gripped firmly. He let out a loud satisfied moan while his dick twitched and throbbed in my mouth. The grip he had on the back of my head tightened as he pulled out of my mouth, the tip about to pass my lips. Then with one swift thrust, he forced all of it back it, hitting the back of my throat, catching me off guard and forcing me to gag.

That got a laugh out of him as he called out to his friends, "I got this little slut choking on it already!" They all laughed with him, and for some reason, this made me wet. I didn't understand it, all the other times he just annoyed me, but that insult and his dick in my mouth made me wet. I slipped my hand between my legs, underneath my skirt and I started to touch myself. I could feel myself soaking through my panties as I started to get my fingers wet as I rubbed myself.

His hand gripped tighter, balling up his fist with my hair as he started to thrust dick in and out of my mouth faster and rougher. He stood there, grunting and groaning, enjoying himself as he used my mouth like a toy. I didn't do much, just let it happen, as I touched myself, enjoying this feeling of being used. He didn't last very long, shooting a load in my mouth before pulling out and spraying some of my face. He let go of my hair as he stepped back, pulling up his pants, and zipping them back up.

I didn't see who took his place, stepping where he was standing where Jackson just was. He was just as rough, this one grabbing me by the top of the head, a fistful of my hair in his fist. He slapped my face with his cock a few times, "You want that dick, don't you? You little liberal slut." He said under his breath as his thick, meaty cock smacked me on the face again and again. I just closed my eyes and kept my mouth open, while he slipped it inside my mouth.

Just like Jackson, he was quick and rough, thrusting his dick in my mouth fast and rough. His was smaller, but thicker, as it hurt my jaw to keep it open wide enough for it. His cock tasted just as bad, like sweat and piss, and he was just as quick. A few minutes of thrusting and he came, but he held my mouth on his cock as he pumped rope after rope in my mouth. Forcing me to swallow since he didn't pull out until after I did.

Once he was done, I felt them pull me off my knees and off the ground. Lifting me off the ground once again. I could hear the tailgate dropping, the metal of it loudly clanging in the silence of the night. I could feel them pull over towards the back of the truck. I felt myself spun around as I was forced down and bent over the tailgate. My toes were barely touching the ground as I lay there, the cold metal took my breath away as I lay there shivering.

I felt someone lift my skirt as they grabbed my ass cheeks in their hand.

"God damn. You got a nice ass on you." I heard one of them say behind me, his cold, rough hands rubbed and squeezed my ass before he gave it firm slap.