I turned off the motorway (Freeway), and started the last twenty miles of my journey home through the twisty country lanes of Warwickshire. I was singing away to the car stereo without a care in the world, returning from a night of clubbing in Birmingham. This was the part of the journey that I liked the best, throwing my new BMW sports car through winding roads. It was about two in the morning, the roads were deserted and the sound of the engine was playing a tune to compete with the stereo. Suddenly my attention was drawn to the dashboard, where a red warning light had just come on.

I slowed down my pace and concentrated on the dash to understand what could be the matter with my new toy. Another light came on, this time flashing, and the needle on the temperature gauge was climbing into the hot. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I knew it wasn’t good.

Within minutes my headlights were starting to dim and the engine didn’t appear to be revving properly. As my headlights got worse, I slowed to a crawl, when suddenly there was a loud whoosh sound, and clouds of steam appeared out of the sides of the bonnet (hood). The engine stalled, and turning the key to start it just killed the headlights completely, without the engine attempting to start.

I reached for my cell phone, but the batteries were flat. I plugged it into the car charger, but even this didn’t bring it to life. I sat there thinking what now, and knowing there wasn’t much chance of anyone coming past at this time in the morning. I thought to myself that I would walk to the nearest farm, it couldn’t be more than three or four miles.

I was dressed in a short pleated skirt, tiny blouse that exposed my naked waist and I had on a pair of high heel shoes. Not really the right get-up for walking any distance, but I had no choice. It was a warm summer night, but there was no moon and heavy cloud cover, which made it pitch black. I got out of the car, locked it and started to walk.

I could hardly see the road at all; the night was eerily silent, apart from the click of my heels on the road. Oh I forgot to say who I am. My name is Virginia. I know what you’re thinking. ‘Virgin for short. But not for long’. Ha Ha. The number of times I’ve heard that one.

Anyway, as I said, "My name is Virginia, I’m a petite 5’ 3," size 8, nineteen years old, and not to brag, but considered good looking. My parents are Lord & Lady Radelshome, and have a large country manor. I suppose most people would class me as a spoilt brat. At the age of eighteen I got married to my boyfriend, much to my parents' dismay, but instead of disinheriting me they bought us a big country house, me a new BMW, and my new husband was given a Jag.

I had been walking for about ten minutes when I heard a car in the distance behind me. I turned, and sure enough the headlights were visible, getting bigger and brighter by the second. I stood and waited, waving to make sure he saw me. The car stopped and the driver and a passenger got out.

"Is that your car back there in the middle of the road on a blind bend? We nearly crashed into it," said the first man.

"I’m sorry. But that’s where it stopped, and I couldn't move it cos’ the engines dead," I replied.

"Well my names Brian, and he’s Bill, can we give you a lift? But first I recon we should go back and push your car off the road before it causes an accident," said the driver.

"Thank you. My names Virginia," I said, and waited for the usual smutty reply.

"That’s a nice name. We haven’t any spare seats in the car, we've got two mates in the back. I’m afraid the only way we can give you a lift is if you sit on my knee. Is that alright?" Said Bill the passenger.

"Yes I suppose so," I Said.

They both got in the car, and I carefully sat on Bill’s knee and lifted my legs in, they closed the door, turned the car round and we were off. In the few second that it took to get back to my car Bill had questioned be on the sequence of events that had led up to my car stopping. He decided he knew what was wrong with it (a broken fan belt), and what’s more he reckoned he could fix it.

I couldn’t decide whether he was a genius, or a bullshitter! The first thing they did when they stopped at my car was all four men got out, and they pushed the car onto the grass verge. They stopped with the front wheels straddling a ditch that ran at the side of the road (it was dry), which Bill said would be handy to get under the car.

The bonnet was soon open and Bill’s self-congratulating smile confirmed that he was right.

"Told you so," he said.

"Yeh. So you know what’s wrong, what goods that? She ain’t gon’a have a fan belt in her purse," said Brian.

"No," said Bill. "But I bet she's wearing tights (panty Hose)," and turning to me, "aren’t you?"

"Well yes." I stammered, not understanding what that had got to do with my fan belt.

"See! All I’ve got to do is twist the tights to make a rope, stretch them round the pulleys, top up the water, and with a bit of help from the jump leads she’ll be on her way," said Bill in a superior way.

The back seat passengers whose names I didn’t know had returned to the car as soon as they had helped push my car off the road. The cars were facing each other, and they were using their headlights to give Bill enough light to check my car. Now the news that my tights were needed, made me more than a little nervous, but so far Bill had behaved like a gentleman, and he certainly seemed genuine.

"I’ll go and get a blanket from our boot (trunk) so that I can get under your car, if you just nip round the back of your car and get your tights off," said Bill as he walked away.

I said nothing, but slowly made my way round to the back of my car, and kept watch around the outside of the car to make sure they weren’t coming too close. My pants (panties) were on the outside of my tights, so I had to remove them both.

I pulled my tights out of my pants, and was just about to step back into them, when out of the darkness, "I’ll need the pants as well, to make the joint," said Bill, who was standing directly behind me on the ditch side of the car.

Seeing him standing there, I nearly jumped out of my skin! Without thinking I handed over my pants and tights, which were still warm.

He just returned to the front of the car, got underneath, and started his repair. I walked slowly back to the front of my car, and stood to the side of the bonnet. Brian had already got back in his car.

"Do you think you can reach these two ends?" Came Bill's voice from underneath my car.

I looked down into the engine, and could see his hands holding two ends of my rolled up tights. One I could reach from where I was. But the other was on the other side of the engine.

"I can’t reach both of them," I said.

"Come round to the front and lean into the engine bay, it’s quite safe. The engine’s cooled down, and there aren’t any moving parts."

I moved round the front, held onto the top of the engine, and stretched a leg across the ditch. As I leaned forward into the engine bay I realised that I must be showing a lot of leg, and the rest. I tried not to think about it, and was glad the other men were all back in the car. I concentrated on taking hold of the tights, and threading them as instructed by Bill, as he was completing the job from below, shadows in the cars headlights alerted me to movement behind me.

Still fully bent over, I turned my head and glanced back to see the three men crouched down, just a couple of feet behind me. They were slightly to each side, making sure that they didn’t obscure the light from the headlights, but still getting a perfect view of my cunt and arse. At this I started to struggle to stand upright, and get my leg back. One of the men sprang to his feet and gently put his hands on my bare waist, and lifted me back, saying, "There you are luv."

"Thanks," I said without thinking.

Bill crawled from under the car, started putting in water from his emergency bottle he'd collected from his boot, and then began to connect his jump leads. The other men had once again lost interest, and all got back in their car.

"Brum brum," said my BMW, as it burst into life.

I ran round to the open drivers door where bill was sitting, flung my arms around him, gave him a big kiss, "You’re a bloody genius, you must let me pay you."

"Don’t be silly I couldn’t accept any money."

"Well there must be something I can do to repay you."

Bill started to blush, "I know what I would like." Pause. "Promise you won’t be offended."

"I don’t know what you’re going to ask. But ask any way. I’m broad minded, I can always say no."

"While I was mending your car, all the others got a look at your cun... I mean crotch."

Now I started blushing. "Yes I know. But that was accidental. Do you mean you want me to let you have a look?"

"Well yes."

I know this sounds silly now, but I did feel I owed him some sort of reward, and as he’d said, his mates had already had a good look up my skirt, so I said, "Just a look? Promise no touching?"

"Yes just a look. Promise!"

"How do you want to do it?" I asked.

"If we go round the front you can lay on the blanket."

I didn’t answer, but walked slowly round to the blanket in front of my car, and sat down. Bill had stopped my car engine and was soon kneeling in front of me. I lay back on the blanket; his hand took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs high and wide.

He moved slightly to one side, I suppose to let the light from his car headlights illuminate my crotch.

He leaned forward bringing his face to mine, and with his tongue licking his upper lip, asked, "Can I give you a wet kiss."

Now I thought he meant his tongue down my throat, and I thought well why not. So I said, "Yes of course."

As I started to lift myself up to give him a kiss, a pair of hands rested on my shoulders and returned me to the ground. My ankles were taken by a man either side, and Bill pressed his thumbs into my crotch spreading my cunt to take his probing tongue.

"What do you think you’re doing," I shouted, as I started to struggle.

Brian, who was the man holding my shoulders said, "We all heard you say he could give you a wet kiss."

Still struggling, but having no effect, I said, "I thought he meant kissing my lips."

"He is kissing your lips. The lips of your cunt."

It gradually seemed pointless struggling, or complaining, and as I lay there I realised that I was starting to respond to his licking and probing. As the tongue lapped across my clit I would lift, and his tongue would push into my hole. I was helpless to the wants of my body, and realised I was thrashing up and down, as if I was enjoying it. After about five minutes, Bill stopped and sat up.

"Do you want that kiss on the mouth now?" He said.

I didn’t speak; I just nodded to say yes. He leaned down towards me, and as his lips reached mine, I felt his prick entering my cunt. As he pressed his lips on mine, I felt him thrust the length of his prick right up inside me. My husband was the same age as me and his prick never stretched my cunt like this. He pounded away, and I responded, giving as good as I got. When he cum I was still building towards my climax, but he just stopped and pulled out.

I wanted more, and I lay there thrashing up and down. But I didn’t need to wait long before the next man climbed aboard. I didn’t care, and I had just got back into the rhythm, when he suddenly stopped, I looked up, and all heads were turned towards a car that had pulled up along side us.

The window wound down, a torch shone out and a man’s voice said. "Is every thing alright?"

"Yes. Were just giving this posh bitch a good time," Brian said.

"Are you sure your ok luv, or do you want us to come and join in the party?"

I didn’t want any more men, and I couldn’t see them helping me even if I'd said I was being raped, so I just replied, "Were ok as we are. Thanks."

The car pulled off and my rider got back into action, we were soon both going strong. The harder he pushed the more I took, and when this man shot his load, I exploded like a thing possessed. He got up and they all stood watching for at lease a minute while I writhed about. As I calmed down the next man got stuck in and away we went again, this fuck was nice but uneventful, and when he’d finished I lay there waiting for the last man to take his turn.

They say last but not least, and this was certainly true about this man. I hadn’t seen the size of any of their pricks, but as he pushed this great big lump of meat up my cunt, I knew this was Mr. Big. Boy did he get me going, I thought my first climax was good, but this man knew how to fuck.

He would thrust long and slow, and then take it out and rub my clit with the knob end, as I lifted he was back ramming like a piston. He repeated this cycle until he could tell I was at boiling point, and then he rammed a dozen violent strokes shooting his hot cum deep inside my eager cunt. My cunt was in spasms, and I was moaning and screaming for him to keep fucking. He lay still with his prick left inside me to soak, until I had calmed down, at which point his prick seemed to melt away and slip out.

I lay there still spread wide while they all shared a box of tissues to clean themselves down, they got dressed, and one of them gave me his hand to help me up. A couple of them started wiping around my legs, and cleaning me. I took some tissues from the box and said I could manage.

Bill said, "I’ll tell you what Virginia; we didn’t expect you to let us all fuck you like that. That was really good of you. You might be Virginia by name but you’re sure no virgin."

They all started making comments, some really crude, most complementary about how well I fucked. I didn’t respond, but continued cleaning myself.

The others all got back in the car and bill explained that once he had started the engine, I was to drive in as high a gear as possible and not to let the rev counter go above 1500 RPM. He said they would follow to make sure I got home alright. He used his jump leads, and once again the engine came to life, with no warning lights on! My headlight worked, Bill got back in their car.

As soon as they reversed to turn round, in a mad impulse I thought I would speed off, so that they didn’t get a chance to have second helpings. I ignored the instructions about 1500 RPM, and the BM was away like a scolded cat. That was the last I’ll see of them I thought, should I rush to a police station to report my rape? Had I been raped? Had it all been my own fault?

The questions were rushing through my mind, but I didn’t get chance to answer them before the first light came back on, I hadn’t gone fifty yards. The same sequence repeated itself as it had done earlier, and I was soon at a standstill, waiting for the inevitable return of my rescuers. I had been stopped about one minute, when I saw there headlights coming. Why hadn’t I taken my time? What a cunt (fool) I’d been and now probably my cunt was going to pay the price.

"What did you rev it like that for?" Snapped Bill angrily, "I told you not to put your foot down." I got out of the car, but I didn’t reply.

Bill looked me up and down. "That blouse won’t make a temporary belt," and taking hold of the hem of my skirt and stretching it, he said, "If you want to take that off I’ll try and rip it into strips, it might work. But it’s not worth me trying to make a repair if you’re going to drive like a mad thing."

"Do you think it will do the job?" I said.

"I don’t know, it depends how it rips, but its all you’ve got, it’s up to you."

"Ok. I’ll just go round the back of the car," I removed my skirt and passed it over the roof of the car, he took it and started to rip. I removed my blouse, and wrapped it round my waist, tying it using the sleeves. It didn’t cover much, but it felt better than nothing at all.

"This isn’t going to be any good, its ripping all over the place. Were going to have to give you a lift back to the farm where we work," he said as he tossed the shredded skirt into the car.

I followed him back to the car, where he started to remove his trousers.

"Oh no. Not again," I said.

"Don’t flatter yourself, the only reason I’m taking them off is so you can sit on my knee without that cunt of yours dribbling all over my best trousers." He folded his trousers, and got in.

I was undecided and stood there for about ten seconds, "It’s up to you. Ok then enjoy your walk," said Bill as he closed the door. I dashed up to the car, and banged on the window.

He opened the window, "What now?"

"I’ll sit on your knee. Please give me a lift," I pleaded.

We hadn’t been travelling more than two seconds, before Bill wrapped one arm around my waist, and lifted me up towards his body. His other hand must have been positioning his prick, because as he lowered me down, it slid right in. Now both hands were on my waist, lifting me up and down, I attempted a feeble struggle, but it was no use. Before long I was cooperating, and in no time he was cumming inside me. He had hardly finished moaning, when a voice from the back seat said, "pass her over then, if you’ve finished."

Once again I tried to resist, but two men in the back pulling, and Bill lifting, I was soon in their clinches. I didn’t know which man had got me first, until I felt the size of the prick going up! It was Mr. Big (well I didn’t know his name, and he sure was big). He had pulled me towards him face to face, so I was kneeling.

I was soon sliding up and down without any encouragement; I was trying to copy the method that he had used on me earlier on. Lifting long and slow to use his full length and then lifting till it fell out. I would then rub my clit with his knob end, and then lift up and down quickly, so his prick rammed me like a piston. I repeated this cycle until I suddenly felt my cunt going into spasms, my legs couldn’t move. He then took over, grabbed my waist and lifted me up and down violently, ramming his prick right to the top, his hot cum shooting deep inside my eager cunt. I could see the next man was eager for his turn, but Mr. Big wanted to soak his prick, and he kept a firm grip on my waist, until he was ready.

"Ok luv, better let him have a go, we’ll be at the farm soon," he said as he lifted me across. The next man manoeuvred me round so that I was facing the front of the car, and kept me standing, whilst he used his fingers on my cunt. He was poking my cunt, and then sliding his fingers around to my arse. As he got more of the sloppy fluid from my cunt and around my arse, he pushed his finger up. I protested, and tried to climb out of reach, when suddenly Mr. Big put his hand on my shoulder, "If you don’t stop making a fuss I’ll shove my prick up your arse, and then you’ll know you been fucked."

I froze immediately, let him open my legs, and stood there while he probed my arse. After a minute, he put an arm around my belly, and pulled me down onto his prick. But this time it was going right up my arse, he was cumming almost as soon as he got up there, and he held me on his knee, his prick still hard, while he used his hands on my tits. The car turned off the road, and went down a bumpy farm track, bouncing from side to side. We pulled up outside a big barn door. As they turned off the lights of the car the place was pitch black.