"Pop, pop, pop, pop. My butt and his belly collided, making a fucking noise.
The Cowboy pulled his cock out of my mouth, and Carl-Lee took his place, my head bobbing on his cock as he smiled.
"You ain't such a smart ass now, are you, Shelby?" Carl-Lee laughed as I sucked his cock.
Rex began pounding my pussy, driving my body forward and making a louder "popping" noise.
"Umm, umm, umm, I moaned, feeling another orgasm building inside my loins.
"Fuck that smart bitch good," Carl-Lee encouraged Rex.
Just like everything else in his life, Carl-Lee failed to go the distance and came into my mouth after a few minutes.
"Oh, oh, yeah," he moaned as I ate this premature load.
Carl-Lee pulled out of my mouth, and Rex leaned over me, putting his hands on the table, and began giving me the fucking of my young life.
"Umm, oh, oh, oh, yeah, fuck me fuck me harder, harder," I begged for it.
Rex and I were both sweating, and the room was quiet as the Cowboys watched their boss laying the pipe to me.
"Pop, pop, pop, pop, was the only sound in the room as the Cowboys filmed my debauchery.
"Oh, oh, oh, my God, I'm coming," I squealed.
Electricity raced through my body, short-circuiting my brain for a moment; my pussy tingled as though it was being shocked, and my mouth was wide open.
"Oh, fuck yes, Shelby, finally," Rex shouted, and his sperm found my cervix for the first time. I would find out later that he introduced his sperm to my fertile egg.
Rex collapsed on top of me, and we panted like dogs in heat. A minute later, he stood up and pulled his failing cock out of me as his cum rolled down into my butt crack.
"Alright, boys, this ain't you're honeymoon; get your nuts off in her, and let's get back to the ranch," Rex alerted his Cowboys.
Another Cowboy walked up and dropped his jeans and shorts and shoved his cock rudely into my still buzzing pussy, and my body rocked again as I fucked the second Cowboy. Amber stuck her head in every few minutes only to find a different Cowboy between my legs fucking me.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck me," I squealed as I came over and over.
The cum continued to flow out of my well fucked pussy and into my butt crack before falling with a splat on the concrete floor. Every time I opened my eyes, I gazed upon a different face. My body rocked back and forth, and the "pop, pop, pop, pop" seemed to go on for hours. More cocks were shoved in my mouth, and I sucked them all. I thought it would never end. My pussy began to burn, but the Cowboys continued to fill it with their cocks. Nineteen men fucked me in the dark cafe, and half as many had me suck their cocks for them before it was all done. I was delirious, tired, and my pussy was on fire with pain.
The band had stopped playing, and the club's lights went up, signaling last call.
"OK, boys, finish up; we need to get her dressed and get out of her," Rex stated.
"Aw, can't we take her back to the bunkhouse? She's got another round in her, I can tell?" one of the cowboys asked.
"No, this won't be the last train she pulls for us; we have plenty of videos to make sure of that; get her dressed," Rex ordered.
The cowboys helped me up from the bench and hurriedly dressed me as cum poured out of my pussy and onto the floor. I leaned against the wall as the cowboys made their exit from the room. Amber noticed the men leaving, rushed into the room, and saw me.
"Oh my God, what did they do to you?" Amber exclaimed loudly.
"Nothing she didn't want done," Rex stated as he left.
Amber looked at me in horror, cum dripping from my pussy, cum all over my face and hair, while I still seemed to be entirely out of it. She took out her phone, removed my skirt, and took pictures of all the men's cum on me and dripping out of me. Amber went to the kitchen and got a roll of paper towels and a handful of plastic bags. She carefully wiped all of the cum out of my hair and face before cleaning my pussy.
She put all of the paper towels into the plastic bags and re-dressed me. Amber helped me to the car and drove straight to the hospital. We walked into an empty emergency room, and a nurse looked at us.
"Oh, Lord, what did they do now?" the nurse asked.
"Those fuckers from the Bar K ranch ran a train on my friend," Amber told the nurse, crying.
"I swear this is the third time this summer those cowboys have done that," She said, helping me to an exam room.
"Call the Sheriff, they raped her," Amber cried.
"We can call him, but that lazy fucker won't do anything about it," The nurse stated.
They cleaned me up and took blood samples to determine what drugs I had in my system. Amber gave them the semen samples she collected, and the nurse swapped my hair and pussy for semen, putting everything into a rape kit.
"Honey, we called the Sheriff; he said he'd pick up the rape kit later but told me the boys from the Bar K always have proof the sex was consensual," The nurse told Amber and me.
"That's bullshit," I said, beginning to regain some of my faculties.
"Are you using any form of birth control, Shelby?" the nurse asked.
"Umm, no, no, I'm not," I answered, alarmed.
"Well, I can tell by your temperature that your egg is ripe, baby," the nurse responded.
"Oh, shit, no," I responded.
I was released from the hospital, having some trauma to my pussy; the cowboys had fucked me raw. Amber drove me home, and I showered and went to bed. Amber slept over and witnessed me having a fitful night's sleep. I woke up early and curled up in a ball in my chair, crying for most of the day. Amber stayed with me until she had to go pick up her boys at her mom's.
It hurt to walk as I made my way around the house, unable to clear my head of the previous night's events. Before the nurse left work, she had called my Pa and told him what had happened. It turns out she knew my Pa from high school. In the early afternoon, my Pa showed up at my house, and I told him everything.
"Those fuckers are going to pay; I'll kill every one of those bastards," my Pa raged.
"No, you're not, Pa, I'm not losing you to prison because of those assholes," I responded.
He stormed out of my house and went to see Sheriff Buford, going straight to his house.
"Cyrus, you go arrest all those cowboys right now; they raped my Shelby," my Pa demanded.
"Elmer, I spoke to the men this morning; Shelby was an active participant in that mess. They have a video of the whole affair; my hands are tied," the Sheriff said.
"Cyrus, I believe the deadline for running for Sheriff hasn't closed yet; I think I'll run against you," my Pa threatened.
"Now, Elmer, don't do anything rash. Go talk to Shelby; she'll admit it was consensual," the Sheriff told him.
My Pa stormed out and drove to Bar K, where he spoke to the owner about firing all of the cowboys. The owner said he would fire them if charges were brought against them, but otherwise, he had no cause to fire them. Pa went home to plot his strategy, calling all his friends and alerting them to his desire to run for Sheriff.
Over the next few weeks, I hung around my house, going out only to muck out the horse stalls and water and feed my horses. I hired an instructor to give my lessons, and I became a hermit. What happened to me at the Roadhouse was becoming public knowledge thanks to Rex and the Cowboys. And, of course, in their version of the tale, I willingly let all nineteen cowboys fuck me. I was ashamed to go to town, so Amber shopped for me and brought it to me.
Eight weeks had passed, and I had missed two periods before I peed on the stick, and it turned blue. The only question now was who my baby's daddy would be. Living in a Christian town and my parents being very religious, having an abortion was not in the stars. I cried constantly at the prospect of being a mom at eighteen. When I told my Pa, he was livid and told me not to tell my mom yet.
My Pa went to the hospital and retrieved my rape kit that the Sheriff never picked up. The election of Sheriff was the following Tuesday, which my Pa won with the help of his friends. Pa was now the law in town. He sent my rape kit along with the others that had languished at the hospital and sent them to the state crime lab for testing. He also had plans for me.
"Shelby, be ready on Friday morning. I'm picking you up, and we're going to Taylorville," He texted me.
"Umm, alright, Pa," I answered, not asking questions.
I had no idea why we were going, but I knew Pa had his reasons. When we arrived, we pulled into the parking lot of a medical office.
"Pa?" I said softly.
"I will not have you give birth to a rapist's baby, Shelby Ann," he replied.
"I'm getting an abortion?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes, but you must never tell anyone, especially your mother," Pa replied.
"I promise, Pa," I answered as we walked into the clinic.
After seeing the doctor and signing some papers, I was wheeled into a room, and my legs were put in stirrups. I was vacuumed, and the fetus was sent out for a paternity test. My Pa was leaving no stone unturned as he went after my rapists. He went to see Rex's wife and told her that a video of him fucking me existed. He also showed her the paternity test, which proved Rex was the father of my baby. She packed up the kids and left for her parents' home in California. I was relieved not to be pregnant, but still depressed over the event. Pa finally got the video of that night from Carl-Lee, but it took putting the barrel of his shotgun in Carl-Lee's mouth to get it.
Pa got indictments for the men involved, but when he got to the Bar K ranch, all of the cowboys were gone, leaving town for safer pastures. Rex had also made himself scarce; people thought he had followed his wife back to California. I was depressed and embarrassed and didn't show my face in town, staying in the country on my farm. I had a barn where I had ten boarders and five horses of my own.
I would muck out the stalls, feed, and water the horses, but I had stopped giving riding lessons and competing in barrel racing, where I was the top point-getter halfway through the rodeo season. Amber would shop for me, bring me my groceries, and check on me.
"Shelby, you didn't do anything wrong; why are you hiding from people?" she kept asking.
"I just don't want to have to explain what happened; the cowboys told everyone I wanted to pull a train for them," I cried.
"Well, they all got indicted for rape, so they're in the wrong," she told me.
Still, I wouldn't leave my farm, and more than a month had passed since all the cowboys scattered. I was on pre***********ions for depression as well as Xanax for anxiety. I still rode my horses in the evening when the barn was empty, which I enjoyed. One night, I returned to the barn from riding a little before dusk and bathed and wrapped my horse before putting him back in his stall.
I was in the tack room and thought I heard a noise in the aisle, but I dismissed it. I was putting away gear in my tack box when a strong hand grabbed me by the back of the neck.
"Hey. What the fuck, Let me go!" I screamed.
"Shut up bitch," A voice ordered.
I felt a knife blade at my throat; the man pulled me up and dragged me into the aisle. He pushed me down the row of stalls until he found an empty one.
"Open the stall and get inside," he ordered, his voice becoming more familiar.
I opened the stall, and he pushed me inside, putting a cloth bag over my head. He grabbed my wrists, pulled them behind my back, and tied them with the speed and ease of a calf roper. I felt him unbutton my jeans and pull down my zipper.
"No, no, stop it, you fucker, I will not be fucked," I screamed.
He yanked my pants down and then pushed me into the hay.
"Leave my clothes on, you fucker, my dad's sheriff," I cried.
"He's the reason you're getting fucked tonight," the man said as I recognized his voice.
"Touch me, and you'll go to prison, Rex," I roared.
"You're going to welcome my visits to your barn soon, Shelby," he said.
Rex pulled off my boots and then my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. I was naked, and he pulled the bag off my head. I watched as he unbuckled his pants, unzipped them, and dropped them to the ground. He took off his boots, then his pants, and finally his underwear. His massive cock is standing at attention.
"Get on your knees for me, Shelby," he ordered.
I worked my way to my knees as he stepped up to me.
"OK, Shelby, give my balls a good washing and then suck my cock for me," he ordered.
I leaned in and sucked his sack into my mouth; it barely fit because it was so large. I tried to roll his balls around in my mouth and almost gagged on one of his nuts as it lodged in my throat. After a few minutes, I pulled his wet sack out of my mouth, and he lowered his cock to my mouth. I looked at him and took the head of his cock into my mouth, and began to bob my head on it.
"Umm, Lord, you can suck a cock, girl," Rex moaned as his hand found the back of my head.
I ate more and more of his nearly foot-long cock, as his belly got closer and closer to my lips.
"Oh, fuck, all of it, Shell, take all of it," he moaned loudly.
My eyes watered as I forced the horse-sized cock into my throat, my lips finally touching his belly. I bobbed on the massive shaft as he dripped pre-cum into my mouth.
"Umm, umm," I moaned as his taste and scent filled my sinuses.
I was sucking hard when I felt a bump on my lower lip.
"Oh, oh, oh, fuck, yes, oh, oh," Rex cried out as he came in my throat.
"Umm, umm, umm," I moaned as my pussy leaked onto the hay.
Volley after volley of cum streamed down my throat to my tummy, and I gobbled it up. Rex finished and pulled his cock from my throat; it glistened with my saliva and his sperm.
"Oh, fuck that was good; OK, on your back and spread wide for me," he ordered.
I lay down with my hands underneath me, which was very uncomfortable.
"Untie my hands, Rex; I ain't going anywhere," I complained.
Rex untied my hands and knelt between my legs, his hard, hot, sticky cock lying on my belly.
"You're going to like this girl; I'm going to fuck you silly tonight," he told