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Wendy was the daughter of a
minister. She was 19 years old at the time with thick
blond hair, piercing blue eyes, an average figure, but
with large breasts for a 19-year-old, size 38D. It was
in the early 1960’s and Wendy was in grade school in
central California. It was a small rural community of
only about 300, there were orange groves surrounding it
in every direction, and her school was just outside of
town. She was walking home from school alone one hot day
in May. She usually walked with her girlfriends but that
day she had gotten out two hours early as a special
treat for winning a spelling bee. Wendy took the usual
rout home along the railroad tracks, then across a large
orange orchard. She was excited and wanted to hurry home
to show her mom and dad her spelling award. As soon as
she left the tracks and entered the orchard she heard
footsteps. She turned to see three Mexicans walking
quickly up behind her. Frightened by the thought of what
they wanted, she started to run, dropping her precious
award plaque, but she couldn’t stop and pick it up. This
can’t be happening, she thought as she ran as fast as
she could. Her parents had warned her about walking home
alone through the orchards, but she had been so excited,
and nothing had ever happened before. Suddenly six more
Mexican workers stepped out from behind the trees
directly in front of her.
She was abruptly grabbed from behind; a hand went
roughly over her mouth. It was like being caught in a
swarm of hornets. There were hands all over her, as she
was lifted off the ground she thought they were going to
pull her apart as they yelled in Spanish, fighting over
her. Her dress was ripped away, leaving her in only her
panties, bra, white socks and shoes. Then a demanding
voice yelled from somewhere and they all got very quiet
as a large older man stepped forward. She was being held
in the air by her arms and legs in a flat, almost level
position. The large Mexican pushed between the two men
holding her legs, as they moved apart spreading her
outstretched legs even wider. He smiled, looking down at
her crotch as he reached down; she heard the sound of a
zipper. She knew what they wanted to do because she and
her girlfriends had talked about boys, sex and even rape
before. He pulled out a large knife and guided it slowly
towards her crotch. Wendy screamed into her captor’s
hand and tried to get away, but she could barely move.
He pushed his finger under the crotch of her panties,
pulled it out and slipped the blade under the material.
She could feel the cold steel against the warmth of her
special place, as her mother always called it. Wendy
screamed again, but the hand over her mouth muffled it.
The large man between her legs laughed as he slowly cut
through the white cotton material, which was the only
thing between her special place and him. When he was
finished cutting she felt the material fall away and her
almost hairless pussy slit was exposed to a man for the
first time in her life. He had the men lower her until
she was even with his crotch. He moved the knife up to
her bra and cut the strap between her breasts.
All the wetbacks mouths dropped open in amazement as the
bra fell apart and her beautiful huge tits popped out.
They were spectacular, standing straight up, not sagging
at all, with brown areolas and hard pink nipples.
Wendy’s breasts had developed from nothing to their
large size in just the last few months, and she had her
first period just three months ago; her next one was due
in a few days, according to her mother, who had been
helping her keep a chart of it. She had been so excited
at the thought of becoming a woman. But now she was
about to pay the ultimate price just for being so young
and fertile. Wendy couldn’t see but she felt something
warm and large pushing at her special place. The man
took his thumbs and pulled her pussy slit apart and
quickly pushed forward. The pressure as his thick brown
cock forced its way into the helpless young girls pink
virgin pussy was almost more than she could bear. His
cock entered about two inches before hitting her hymen.
Wendy’s face contorted and tears ran down her cheeks as
he tore through and kept on bushing deeper into her
young womanhood. The man finally let out a grunt and she
could feel his ball-sack pushing against her anus. He
was completely inside her, she was being taken; she
wasn’t a virgin anymore, and she began to cry. The tears
ran down her cheeks as she thought, What wood the people
at her father’s church say when they found out? He began
fucking in and out of her very slowly, saying
AAAAAHHHHhhhhhh with each stroke. Wendy could feel the
dry walls of her cunt pulling on his cock as it moved in
and out. She thought that it was going to split her
apart it hurt so much. The other men grabbed her tits
and began to squeeze and maul them without mercy.
Wendy’s eyes bulged as they twisted her hard pink
nipples. Her young breasts were very tender as any young
girl’s developing breasts would be.
He suddenly grunted and pushed in hard, and held there
tightly. Wendy tried to scream, but the only sound she
could make was, MMMMmmffffff as she felt the huge brown
thing inside her jump like a snake trying to escape out
through her tummy. It then began a steady thump, thump,
thump, and she could feel something warm beginning to
fill her way up inside. For a moment she was in shock,
but after a few more thumps from his cock she realized
that he was pumping sperm into her tummy, and she began
to cry even harder. Her girlfriends had talked about how
if a boy pumps his sperm into you, then that’s how you
get pregnant. He just kept pumping, he hadn’t had a
woman since he had left Mexico over a year ago, and now
this young blond, blue-eyed gringo bitch was going to
take it all. Finally the thumping in her tummy slowed
and then stopped. He looked into her beautiful blue
eyes, smiled and rammed his cock into her belly hard one
last time, then said something in Spanish that she
didn’t understand. Wendy turned her head away so that
she wouldn’t have to see his face. He pulled his cock
back and with a wet, sticky, sucking sound it plopped
out. She could feel a flood of warm juices flowing from
her cunt down across her ass.
She was lowered to the ground and her knees were bent
and pushed up to her chest, as hands came from above
grabbing her ankles and pulling them up and over head,
folding her almost in half. She could feel her knees
touching the ground behind her ears as those beautiful
tits stuck straight up between her legs. She could feel
the next wetback’s cock at the entrance to her pussy. As
he pushed into her the hand that had been covering her
mouth was removed and it was quickly replaced by a piece
of her torn dress that was stuffed in. Wendy could
hardly breath with the cloth in her mouth and, her legs
being pulled up, one on each side of her head. She
grunted and squealed like a stuck pig as the Mexican’s
cock head rammed into her uterus with such great force
that it felt like her tummy would explode; all the men
laughed as her eye’s crossed and the painful grunt
echoed from dept’s of her gut. With her legs stretch
back over her head to their limits, a huge brown cock
stuck in her tight little pink pussy, Wendy looked so
young and helpless as the nine wetback Mexican field
workers held down and raped the beautiful, blond haired,
blue-eyed 12-year-old girl. The man raping her leaned
forward until he was lying on top, then started fucking
her slowly moaning and grunting. The stretched position
she was held in, allowed his cock to be buried much
deeper inside the young girl than the first man, opening
up her depths even more. Drool dropped in long strings
from his open mouth onto her tits. He started sucking
her nipples and Wendy’s eye’s rolled back into her head,
she started moaning in pain from the sucking and his
tongue moving across her tender nipples. He suddenly
pulled the cloth from her mouth and kissed her hard,
ramming his tongue into Wendy’s mouth probing its depts.
Her eye’s popped wide open again. She had never been
kissed before, and only heard of a French kiss, but
always thought that it sounded so gross. Now she was
given no choice but to submit to his forced invasion in
both her holes. She felt his saliva as it drooled into
her mouth and had to swallow it or choke on it. Then
with his mouth locked on hers, he moaned and she could
feel his big brown thing start thumping hard up inside
her tummy, just like the last man. The warm feeling
spreading even deeper than before; She closed her eyes
and tried to pretend that it wasn’t happening, but it
felt so strange, it was spreading so far up into her.
Her eyes opened wide, she had a very funny feeling in
the depths of her tummy, a feeling that she could only
describe as, a feeling of completion. Wendy had been
impregnated. The father of her baby was the wetback
Mexican still on top of her continuing to pump more of
his seed into her.
For the next hour the funny feeling in her tummy made
her completely submissive to their wishes as she lay
there on her back, mouth open, eyes closed, as one by
one they each took their turn in her. Somehow her
natural motherly instinct had taken over and told her to
protect the unborn baby that had just been pumped into
her whom. They released her arms and legs and she
allowed herself to be fucked and kissed. Her bent legs
made her feet bounced above their backs as they almost
gently made love to the beautiful young girl and each
man unloaded a years worth of seed into her. When all
the men had finished taking her, the large older man who
had been the first to rape her dropped to his knees
between her legs and guided his huge brown swollen cock
to her slit once more. He lay down on top of her and
pushed in again, and as he slowly fucked the young girl
he began speaking in broken English, saying he was sorry
but it had been so long since they had a woman and they
had been watching her walk by every day for weeks, they
all wanted the gringo girl with her blue eyes and blond
hair. Just then he closed his eyes, groaned and began
pumping another huge load of his seed into Wendy filling
her once more. She opened her eyes as an AAAAAhhhhhhhh
escaped from her lips. Then as suddenly as it began the
rape was over. The Mexicans all disappeared and she
could hear the sound of a cars engine start and
disappear into the distance. Wendy slowly stood up and
gathered her torn dress and other clothing. She was
crying again and tried to wrap the torn pieces of her
dress around herself. Holding them together she slowly
walked back to find her award plaque. It was scratched
and almost broken in two where they had stepped on it.
Wendy turned very slowly, tears streaming down her face,
and walked towards her house on the other side of the
orchard clutching her broken award to her breasts, as
sticky white semen mixed with blood ran down the inside
of her legs, she wondered what was going to happen to
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