                       The Perils of Sandra Oxhorn

                               Volume 7

                          They Came with Tools


     My name is Sandra Oxhorn, I live in the San Fernando Valley
area of Los Angeles County. I want to share a secret that I have
been carrying with me. I think I would die if my Husband ever found
out. I know he would kick my ass. But he has never found out. This
all happened about two years ago.

     I was doing nothing more exceptional than buying groceries.
Nothing could have been further from my mind than getting raped -
epecially by four guys! But I'm getting ahead of myself. The car had
been running poorly all week, and as I tried to leave the parking
lot, it wouldn't start. I had perishables and frozen food in the
trunk. I know absolutely nothing about cars and we don't have Auto
Club membership. I saw four big Black men sitting in the vacant lot
next to the Supermarket parking lot. They were really gross looking
and they were drinking beer. They looked like the types that would
know a car inside and out. I have always been disgusted by Black
men, so I told myself I wasn't desperate enough to ask them for
help. I am white, by the way, very white. So I put up the hood of my
car and looked around the engine compartment for a loose wire or
hose - anything.

    Before I knew it, these four Black guys were clustered around
me, offering help and advice. It was a hot day and all four men were
stripped to the waist... muscular guys, all of them. I was hardly
overdressed either: a pair of short shorts that clung to my plump
ass like plastic wrap and a T-shirt that was so thin my nipples must
have shown through all too obviously. As one of them tinkered with
the motor, the other three started talking to me. I wished they
would all just go away, but I really was in a jam, with all the food
spoiling in the trunk. They pointed out their van, parked across the
street, going into great detail about the fact they had a mattress
in the back where they would sleep from time to time. they were
really emphasizing that damn mattress and that's when it
clicked...they wanted to get me into the van and do God knows what
to me!

    Now, I should tell you that ever since I was very young I have
been sexually abused by men. My Father, mostly, but men in general.
I have always hated getting fucked and used by Black men above all
others. But when they told me that my car was out of oil and they
could fix it if I went back to their van to help pick out the kind
of engine oil I used, I knew that if I wanted to get home before
$200 in food spoiled, I would have to submit to them. The excuse
that the oil was in the van was pretty lame, but no matter, we
walked across the street to the van. They opened the side door and
told me to get in. I sighed heavily and hung my head low. Here I go
again! I climbed in the van and the four niggers piled in after me,
blocking my exit.

 I knew I was trapped now.

   The second the door slid closed, there were big hands all over
me. I just sat there and let them strip me completely. After they
peeled of my clothes, they stripped themselves. One of the guys was
monstrously hung, a good eleven inches of solid meat. He ordered me
to suck him, and as I learned when I was a little girl, I obeyed.
With considerable effort, I closed my lips around his cock head and
tried to get as much of of him as I could in my mouth, which wasn't
easy - especially when one of the other guys (I never did learn
their names) put his toungue in my cunt and started to eat me.

I didn't expect that.

It felt great.

 I didn't want to feel great! All I wanted was to get this ordeal
over with as soon as possible!

   I was in the doggy position, sucking the huge Black cock in my
mouth, as the guy licking my cunt replaced his toungue with his
equally impressive cock. He gripped my hips tight and gave me every
solid inch as I continued to slave over the giant weapon stretching
my jaw and lips. They flipped me over on my back. Donkey dick
started to fuck me while his buddies dangled their dicks in my face,
ordering me to suck and lick.

It was then that, past the cocks in my face, I saw people looking in
the window of the van!!! I could see others walking by and I could
hear people talking outside of the van!

    That's when the whole situation hit me. There I was on that
filthy mattress, getting raped by four digusting niggers. I was only
a few blocks from my house and anyone could walk by and peek through
the window of the van to see me getting fucked, and sucking four
ugly Black cocks like the cheapest White Trash whore in town.
Someone I know might even recognize me!!!

I started to cry.

   I was cumming over and over with that massive tool in my cunt.
When he finally came, it was a huge load! A real gusher all over my
stomach and big tits, but that wasn't the end of it. After that the
other three took their turn. After about an hour, I told them I had
to get home. They all just laughed and said, "Too bad, bitch!"

After that I lost track of how many times each one fucked me or how
often I was sucking on a big ugly Black cock. I also lost track of
how many times I came.

The whole thing lasted over four hours and by the end, I was a
fuckin' mess!!!

   I was soaking wet with sweat and cum! Some of their sperm had
dried in my hair, but most was still wet and runny from the heat of
the van's interior. I must have looked disgusting, because the four
assholes barely allowed me to dress before they threw me out of the
van and drove off without fixing my car. There I was, in my own
neighborhood, looking like I just stepped out of the shower - except
for the blobs of spooge in my hair, soaking through my clothes, and
running down my face, arms and legs. My whole body was sore from the
four hours of getting tossed around, bent into uncomfortable
positions, and just plain raped. I felt like I had just gotten beat
up after a particularly long aerobics class! My mouth, jaw and pussy
were also in pain.

   I walked home, getting leered at from people passing by in cars
and on foot. When I got home, I realized that I had left my purse in
the van! Those guys knew where I live!

But that's another story.

 I showered and told my Husband that the car broke down when he got
home.

He never found out.

Love,

Sandra Oxhorn
 


