It was just after dawn on a darkened Sunday morning, when I set out from motel 6 in Little Rock, Arkansas. I was carrying my purse, and had my guitar strapped to my back as I walked the partially lit rural road of I-40 towards my destination of Nashville, Tennessee. Visions of singing on the stage of The Grand Ol’ Opry had been fluttering through my mind virtually since I could crawl. It was gonna be a long haul to walk from Little Rock, but at this point there was no turning back now. I was gonna do anything at this point to follow my dreams of being a country singer.
Twenty-four hours earlier, I bolted after church from my hometown of Conway, Arkansas leaving the farm and my family behind. My father and I would argue a lot in my teen years, and I had just gone twelve rounds with him again this time over college and the prospects of me going to one. He never ever listened to what I wanted though. It was August 1976 and I had just turned eighteen and when I graduated high school in the spring as far as I was concerned, I was done with classrooms. I wanted to sing. So, on the spur of the moment, I waited for my parents to leave the farm that morning, and I grabbed my guitar and just left. ‘Fuck him!’ I thought, ‘This is my life.’
I walked all day Saturday from Conway to Little Rock which took me about 17 hours on foot. Stupidly, I was still wearing the clothes that I had on, which consisted of a light-blue button up blouse, and a just above the knee dark-blue skirt. I was also wearing nude-colored stockings and a pair of black heels. We had just returned from morning church services and my parents dropped me off then went into town to handle a banking matter.
When I was eighteen, I was a modest 123lbs. about fifteen of it my 38DD’s. I had long dark brown hair down to the middle of my back and a waif-like thin body frame. My legs were shapely but besides my boobs I really didn’t have many curves to me. My face was cute though and I always got boyfriends in high school. Apparently, my sizeable sweater-ed knockers gave some of my classmates plenty of spank material during their adolescence.
As my heels clicked against the asphalt of the road, I cursed myself for not changing my clothes and shoes into something a little more comfortable. It was too late now though; these were the clothes I was gonna must deal with until I got where I was going. When I arrived in Little Rock, I used the last 140 dollars I had on me for food and drink, and a motel room for the night. I slept completely nude so I could wash my clothes in the bathroom sink and put them all up on the shower curtain rod to dry for the night. It’s a good thing most motel rooms have an iron in them.
The road was desolate for a while, nothing passing by, and my feet were starting to hurt right away after starting out. They were still sore from the 17-hour trek from Conway the day before and I started to regret my decisions. I ended up taking my shoes and pantyhose off and just walked barefoot. It was then that I made a promise to myself that I would hitch a ride with the first car that drove by. Hitchhiking was always instilled in me as something too dangerous to do but I was getting desperate. Besides, it was the 1970s, hitchhiking was done a lot. It was safe. Then the Ted Bundys of the world ended all of that. Thirty-five minutes passed without anything on the road then finally I heard a car engine off in the distance way behind me.
I stood on the side of the road waiting for it to approach me. From far away it looked like a truck but as it got closer, I realized that it was a white and blue SUV with what looked like three people sitting in it. The truck got closer and while I waited, I started to panic about whether it would stop. I remembered seeing an old movie once where a girl was hitching, and she put her sexy leg out for the driver to stop. So instinctively, I did the same putting my left leg out in the road, smiled and raised my left thumb up in the air which is the universal ‘I need a ride’ sign.
It wasn’t until the vehicle got within forty yards of me, I realize that the three people inside were all very large black men. They were all dressed in orange and the three of them were smiling. I quickly pulled my leg back in. As they pulled up aside me, my smile turned to a look of surprise when I realized who they were. The side of the SUV door read Federal Correctional Institution. These men were convicted felons, and only a few hours earlier, the three of them escaped from their prison and had stolen an official car and were now at large and on the run. They pulled up beside me.
Thad: “Well looky what we got here!”
Karmel: “Sheeet! It must be Christmas!”
Mac: “Sweetheart what you are doin’ walking way out here all by yourself?”
Cynthia: “I’m trying to get to Nashville. I wanna be a country singer.”
Thad: “A singer huh? Looky here boys we got the next Dolly Parton.”
Dolly Parton? While my long dark hair negated any resemblance to the queen of country, my breasts were big enough to draw some comparisons. The three of them laughed and I just stood there nervously. I was gonna try and run but these were three very large black men, escaped felons at that. It was very early in the morning, and I was all alone with them in the middle of nowhere. As they continued to laugh, I tried to study their faces and figure out what crime it is that they committed to be in prison in the first place. I just couldn’t tell. Standing there barefoot and wearing a short skirt I suddenly started feeling a bit naked. I then blurted out.
Cynthia: “So…are you guys gonna give me a ride or not?”
Just then I was lifted in the air off my feet from behind which made me scream. It was the one they called Karmel. While I was talking to the driver Thad, Karmel snuck out of the other side of the car and came up behind me. He picked me up and then tucked my torso under his enormous arm and lifted the back of my dress up exposing my panty-clad behind. I was wearing little beige-colored lacy panties that were a bit opaque, so they could basically see my whole asshole and pussy from behind.
Cynthia: “Let me go you creep!”
Thad: “Karmel! What the fuck are you doin’?
Karmel: “What? I’ve been in the joint for three years now without pussy! This bitch wants a ride I say we make her pay for it!”
He was slapping my ass cheeks and running his fingers through my ass crack pushing and wedging my panties up into me.
Thad: “Nigga you must be trippin’! We ain’t got time for this shit!”
Mac: “Nah man! I think he’s got a point.”
Thad: “You BOTH crazy!”
Karmel held me tight under his arm while he pawed at my ass with his other hand and debated my fate with his cohorts. I kicked my legs and punched him in the back as I tried to wriggle free but to no avail. Just then, off in the distance, a pair of headlights appeared over the horizon. The road was so flat that you could see them from miles away. Someone was coming.
Thad: “Mel! Bring that bitch inside! Somebody’s comin’! Let’s go! Let’s go!”
Karmel dragged me kicking and screaming into the back of the SUV and Mac came around and grabbed my bag and guitar. They pulled out long before the people up ahead got close to us and were wise to the situation. Karmel held me down on the back seat pinned underneath his big body while we passed them. When they were out of sight, he let me sit up. I pushed myself up in the seat against the back passenger’s door.
Cynthia: “What the fuck?!?”
Mac: “SHUT UP!”
His bark scared the hell out of me and silenced me quickly. I sat back in my seat and tried to fix my skirt around my thighs while I nervously looked at the three of them and around the car.
Thad: “We need to find a place to hold up for a while. Eventually they are gonna come looking for us. We gotta get rid of this fuckin’ thing too. They probably looking for it.”
We drove for about twenty minutes and pulled off highway 40 on a desolate road called South Kerr Road. It was open farmland. We drove until we found an abandoned church with a cemetery behind it. There was an old car that looked like it hadn’t been driven in a while parked on the side of the church. Karmel stayed with me while the other two made sure no one was around. He reached over and started to rub my left leg on the thigh. I again felt uneasy and nervous.
Karmel: “When the boys get back, we gonna take ya inside and you can give us some of that pussy for the ride.”
Cynthia: “I never agreed to that!”
Karmel: “It’s too late. You already got the ride so….”
Cynthia: “You just gonna rape me?”
He leaned in closer to me and put his face near my head as he pushed his hand up my thigh and under my skirt. He then whispered in my ear.
Karmel: “Listen bitch. We just escaped from prison. All of us, we killers. You hang with us a bit and give us what we want then I promise you that we won’t hurt you and we’ll let you go somewhere later down the road. Give us any trouble? Let’s just say you won’t wanna find out what happens.”
He stared into my eyes with his head only inches from my face and then pushed his hand up further and grabbed the side of my panties and ripped them completely from my body. It didn’t hurt like I thought it would. It both scared me and turned me on at the same time. He then jammed two of his fingers into my pussy and almost immediately I let out an involuntary moan.
Karmel: “Yes bitch. You see that? You’ve been lookin’ for a fuckin’ for a while now! Well, we are just the brothas to give you what you need.”
He kissed me as he fingered me, and any thoughts of resistance disappeared from my mind. His fingers were expertly probing my cunt and rubbing hard against my clitoris. It felt unbelievable. My pussy was secreting juices and drenching his hand. His tongue probed my mouth and I felt like he was trying to swallow me whole. I got completely lost in his kiss. His meaty fingers felt like baby bratwursts as they pulled deep at my vagina walls.
He then abruptly pushed off me and I lay there still half in the throes of passion as I watched him remove his shirt then pull his pants down. His rock-hard cock flopped out of his pants, and it was huge. It was big, long, and dark brown, and the head of it was a lighter shade. The head looked like a mushroom. His balls were big and hung down low, and they swung like a pendulum as he was undressing. He then suddenly grabbed my legs and pulled them up and my body slid down on the seat. With my legs thrown over his shoulders, he then positioned his cock at my pussy and started pushing it into me.
I never had a cock that large inside me and when he finally worked it in my mouth fell open and my eyes rolled back into my head. He pumped his cock in and out of me and it was then that I first felt so full. He was rough and awkward, and his body was rock hard and muscular. I put my hand against his hard black chest and tried to slow his thrusts but to no avail. He pistoned his cock deeper and faster into me with heavy lust and reckless abandon.
Karmel: “Bitch yo pussy is tighter than a mofo!”
Faster and faster, he fucked me. If he was wearing a condom the damn thing would be burning rubber. My feet flopped over his biceps and the back of my thighs were locked in place by his strong biceps. The car was bouncing, and my heart was racing. And just then, the other two returned.
Thad: “What the fuck?”
Mac: “Dammit Karmel!”
Thad: “You believe this nigger?”
Karmel stopped and pulled out of me completely and turned towards the other two men who were now standing just outside the car. I quickly sat up on the seat and pulled my knees up to my chin and sat in a ball in the fetal position.
Thad: “I told you we didn’t have time for that shit!”
Karmel: “Hey man fuck you! You ain’t my father!”
Karmel jumped out of the car and both he and Thad started pushing on each other with Mac between them trying to keep the peace. Finally, Mac was able to pull them apart. They appeared to make up and bumped their fists to seal it. With cooler heads now prevailing, it was agreed that they would hide the vehicle inside a big revival tent that they found. They erected the tent over the state vehicle and then syphoned what gas they could get and put it into the old sedan that was parked on the other side.
I watched them from a window inside the church. I really wasn’t too interested in what they were doing. I was too preoccupied with my thoughts as my mind kept flashing in and out with feelings and of a big black cock going in and out of my body. It was like I was in trance. I stood there barefoot in the church wearing no shoes, no underwear, just my disheveled dress and bra on my body, reminiscing about my recent sexual memory. Then Karmel came inside the church.
He looked right at me, and I knew exactly what he wanted me to do so I zipped down my dress and let it fall to my ankles. I then unfastened my bra and removed it and then got on the floor and laid back with my legs up. Karmel removed his shirt again then took his pants off and got between my legs. His cock entered me easier this time and before long he was fucking me hard again, his large balls punching my ass and taint with each thrust.
The two other guys then came inside and when they saw Karmel fucking me again, they just shrugged and then removed their clothes too. I tried to get glimpses of the other two guys cocks as Karmel pounded me, but I couldn’t get a clean view. Then I heard Thad’s voice again.
Thad: “Come on nigga! Let someone else get some!”
They were gonna all fuck me. Looking back, I thought I’d might have a little more integrity than to be screwed by multiple guys at once, but truth be told I got horny to the idea. Karmel pulled out and while Thad was getting in place, I briefly saw his cock and wow was it huge. It looked even larger and more menacing than Karmel’s cock. Karmel then put his against my mouth and I put it in. I took two sucks of Karmel’s pussy juice covered schlong before feeling Thad enter my pussy with his softball bat sized cock. I looked up at the stain glass windows of the church as these two black men fucked my pussy and face with their giant fuck tools.
Thad’s cock pried me open wider and wider and when he finally bottomed out, I could feel his balls bang against my taint and ass just like Karmel’s did earlier. Next up was Mac. Mac wasn’t as big as the other two. His was shorter, about 8 inches, but it seemed to be thicker. Thad put his cock near my mouth as Mac fucked me with his beer can width. I was going crazy. I must have come at least three times as they rotated from my pussy to my mouth right there on the church floor.
I was brought up to my knees in the doggy position by Karmel. Mac shoved his glistened tool into my mouth while Karmel got between my legs. Mac’s cock head was basically in my throat when I realized that Karmel was shoving his meat into my ass and not my pussy. With spit and sweat he worked it completely into my ass in just under five minutes. All nine inches of it completely in my asshole. I was beside myself in both pain and pleasure.
Mac then pulled out of my mouth and shot a giant cum load into my face. He drenched my poor eyes and it felt hot and sticky as it ran down my cheeks. I felt it run across my lips and I tasted the salty concoction. I took cum in my face before but never this much in one shot. It was truly exhilarating.
Behind me, Karmel was still fucking my asshole with a steady rhythm. While I was taking Mac’s cum shot, I didn’t realize that Karmel had taken all my hair and put it in a ponytail in his left hand. He then suddenly picked up speed in and out of my ass holding and pulling my hair back jerking my head back and forth. I screamed and screamed as Karmel rode my ass like I was a bucking bronco. He rode until he couldn’t take it anymore then pulled out fast and spun me around by my hair and jizzed a second hot stream of cum into my eyes. I tried to scrape what I could out with my fingers and put as much of it I could into my mouth.
Thad then laid down on the floor and told me to straddle my pussy onto his cock. I sat down and impaled myself onto all ten of his inches bottoming out and tickling my undercarriage with his wiry pubic hair. I hopped up and down on a few times before Mac returned anew with a refreshed boner and pushed me forward onto Thad’s chest and then drove his cock up my ass. They fucked both of my holes for a while pulling more orgasms out of my body. The three of us then came simultaneously, both filling my holes with hot black seed.
It was the best fuck I’ve ever had. These three men were so thirsty for it after years of deprivation. They banged me for the next two hours in that vacant church before we packed up and took the sedan out of town. Back on the highway, the three of them hid in the trunk while I drove them through a police check point that was looking for them. The police never looked in the trunk, they just skimmed the back seat and told me to go.
I was with them for nine days on the run hiding out in the back roads of Tennessee before they finally left me on the side of the road in a place called Goodlettsville. We fucked every single one of those nine days too. The three of them air-tight-ed my body with their cocks in all my holes. I was a sticky dirty mess, no shoes, and dirty feet, wearing no underwear or bra underneath my tattered skirt and blouse that was missing the top two buttons on it making my 38DD’s hang a bunch of cleavage for all to see. I hadn’t taken a shower. I was a filthy black cock slut.
I walked up the road and found a hotel. Good thing I still had my small purse with the credit card from my gas station in it. I charged the room and later for some food. I was so hungry. The people in the lobby of the hotel were staring at me like I was a homeless waif. I stayed there for two days before getting my bearings and re pointing myself.
I finally made it to Nashville, but I never made it as a singer. After ten years of trying, I quit altogether and ended up moving to Mobile, Alabama and getting a job at a black strip club called Club Elegance. All the men who frequented this club were black and almost all the dancers were too. At 28 years old, I turned my life to stripping and sucking and fucking big black cock for money. I was involved in all kinds of kooky shit if there were plenty of black guys to fuck my holes. I’m now 76 and used up and tired. I retired from performing in my early sixties. About the only fun I have now-a-days is with my oversized black dildos.
Years later I found out that the black guys who I met on the road to Nashville stayed on the run for another 47 days after they dropped me off. The police finally caught up to them in Johnson City where they got in a shootout. Both Mac and Thad were shot and killed and Karmel was recaptured and sent to prison for life in Arizona. I’ll never forget my first black gang bang though. It’s what shaped the rest of my life.
THE END