My poor Girlfriend….

Fran we will yell her was always a little bit of a teaser. She would dress really provocatively and loved the attention for doing this. The cat calls, whistles, spanks on the ass. It kind of ticked me off a minuscule, but I was also glad I had such a hot girlfriend.

I repeatedly told her not to dress the way she did in the summertime. niggling jean shortstop with the air pocket sticking out the merchantman and a pie-eyed tee shirt that showed her well formed mid purport. I said if it turned me on the way it did imagine other guy cable and miss that looked at you.

She would always laugh and shrug it off and order me I was over reacting. I had a constant boner.

give came and then summertime. It was an extremely warm summer and all the girls dressed so scantily now a days. Mine was no unlike. I swear her shorts got shorter every class. I wish female child looked like her when I went to college or university !

Fran would bike constantly and her legs would firm and tan like crazy. She told me how truckers would beep at her on the highway and probably hitch off as they drove by. Once a van had stopped and told her to hop in. She said if she had they would give birth probably ravaged her for miles and then hurl her out naked and spent on the slope of the highway.

She was just over five understructure tall and had slimmed down to a nice 110 pound. Her 36dd tits stood out at attention from her level stomach. Her bumble bee ass was round and business firm. Long brown hair's-breadth stopped just above her ass.

By mid summer I was fucking her twice a day. She looked so hot. As soon as I saw her in skimpy slutty little jean shorts I would scuff her to the bedroom or befuddle her over the back of the lounge or onto the dining elbow room table. I would pump her full of cum. She would laugh and rally me more.

The poor girl did not realize how crazy she was driving me. She was destitute and a tease. I needed to relieve oneself a plan to induce her learn a lesson. We had a good unresolved relationship so I did not wish how this deterrent example played out. In fact it excited me a lot.

Fran would always go down to the beach or go on long hiking by herself. I warned her all the time to watch out out for bad guys that she might follow upon and occupy advantage of her. She laughed and said she could aim aid of herself. I thought to myself if I was bad and saw a hot footling gal walking in the woodwind instrument I would take advantage of her. So would others !

I set off to dream up my plan. Fran always had one field she liked to boost to. It was remote and about 6 geographical mile in the President Bush. The end of the lead came out onto a nice sandy beach with large stony cliffs. The wafture would drown out any screams and no one ever hiked in there. There were also a change of caves that could be useful.

Todays hike was no different. Fran put on the aphrodisiacal shortest distich of worn out old blue jean guess denim shortstop. The breast Andrew Dickson White air hole hung below the cut off legs and contrasted nicely on her tanned house branch. From shank to bottom the shorts were only a scant 8 inches. She wore a pixilated white t shirt and underneath the thinnest two put together white bikini ever. She had slight pom pom drogue and runners. A picayune white flower hat held a single pony buns out the backrest. I wanted to jump her so bad but I waited instead for my plan to dream up.

She gave me a little mess on the cheek and laughed as she could see I had a wood in my pant. She told me she would be back in 3 60 minutes.

That is what you think I chuckled in my question.

I watched her round little ass wiggle as she walked away. I had some doubts. Should I put her through this I wondered….hell yah. She will savor it. She really really needed to be taught a lesson.

As she walked along the rough base covered gravel trail the hot sun beat down on her. She stopped and grabbed a crapulence of water from her water bottleful accidentally spilling it down the forepart of her t shirt. The thin white shirt was now transparent. Her wet tanned stomach stuck to it and the bikini outline showed. This caused her to remove her shirt and put it in the piddling plaid pack hammock she brought with her.

When the shirt was removed prominent 36dd chest were exposed covered by the smallest bowed stringed instrument bikini ever. The bikini barely held her bronze breasts in. She sprayed more water from the water supply feeding bottle over her head and down her front. Her tan glistened.

The hike continued…..

Eventually she made it to the beach. magnanimous 7 foot waving crashed loudly against the shore. A strong wind blew from the south towards land. The flatus although potent was made up of warm air.

Fran stood closed her eyes and inhaled the refreshed sea air in. It smelled great.

The design ran like clockwork. Two marvellous serious looking males emerged from the drop-off region and started walking down the beach towards Fran. She was surprised as she had never ever encountered anyone here.

The came up to her and started some small lecture. Fran blushed.

The males said they were visiting from out of town and on a hike. They asked her to join them down the beach near the cliff area. Fran said yes.

As she walked down the beach the males pulled some beer from a camp. They offered her one and she took it. The inhuman beer tasted great after a long warm hike. She finished it in no time.

Fran did start to get a little nervous as they walked further and further from the lead. They were starting to get into the drop-off sphere. She hesitated for a instant but the bozo convinced her to continue. She thought they were nice.

Around a corner they came to a fervour and a orotund cliff opening. Around the attack sat another 10 guy wire. They were all drinking beers.

Fran giggled nervously to herself in her head and liked seeing all the orotund male person at the beach.

She sat down and before she realized had consumed another 4 beers. By now the hot sun and lack of intellectual nourishment went to her headway. She could feel a bit of a skin coming on.

She also realized all the male were looking her up and down from head to toe. She knew they wanted to do it her. This aroused her slightly.

One male went into the backtalk of the cave and set up a television camera. He then used a cadre phone and called someone. Fran watched and could pick up him ask individual on the phone what they wanted first. She could see a smile on his face and nodding of his head.

The male said to the other guy,"okay boys, lets kickoff ”.

With that Fran was picked up before she knew what was going on and carried into the cave. She squealed and kicked and squirmed and tried to fight to get away but the 4 male person holding each limb held them like frailty.

On the rampart just inside the cave was a set of carpus shackles. They secured her by her wrist with her custody stretched well above her head. Her toes kicked at the little pebbles barely touching the cave flooring. She had no traction.

The one male person stayed on the phone to learn focus and also operated a camera. U/k to Fran a experience provender was directed to a person or many people.

Fran begged and pleaded as the males all undressed. She knew they each were going to have a go at it her defencelessly little body somewhere. Large hands caressed and touched her clothed dead body everywhere. One Male kissed her sticking his glossa far down her throat.
He held her by her neck.

The male on the phone told the former males not to reserve her to cum. She had to be taught a lesson first.

Fran eventually wiggled and squirmed herself to the distributor point of debilitation. She hung there as the males rubbed every live on column inch of her body. Her teat erect and hard. Tingling in her interior. Her purulent pulsated.

She looked around and observed all size of it of arduous engorged prick ranging in length from 7 to 15 in. The fear showed in her eyes.

Fran started yelling and screaming at first but then she cried, whimpered and moaned. They were breaking her down.

"Remove her clothes"the male on the phone ordered. A simple pull released the bikini top. It fell to the ground and was stepped on by the males surrounding her. Her large house scrumptious tits stood straight out. Each one received tending by rubbing, squeezing or being sucked on. Her nipples were sensitive. Hard as little rock 'n' roll.

Pre cum wet putz heads rubbed against her trunks and stage making the tan glisten.
Her jean trunks ripped effortlessly down her peg revealing a little trigon string bottom bikini. It had become wet from the attention. The male person cheered. Each side twine was gently pulled on revealing a knock off vain clitoris. A male knelt down and started flicking it with his long snake like natural language. This gave Fran a butterfly stroke star in her breadbasket. The tongue worked little circles around and the clitoris and then darted in and out of her pussy.

Fran felt like she was going to explode with the most incredible orgasm ever. The male on the phone could tell. He told them to check and let her get worked up. After awhile they went back to act stimulating her some more.

The hot summertime day made her sweat. Her entire trunk glistened as she hung limp tired and exhausted. Held up by two arm shackles. Her neck exhausted could not hold her caput up. It fell forward, her long brown stringy soaked hair covering her look. Little pre orgasmic groan emitted from somewhere under the haircloth.

The video was streaming perfectly. All directions were being followed to a tee.

As the video recording was watched the somebody watching and giving lodge rubbed their hard as rock prick. It was so good and controlling barking out rescript and having them followed. It was like making their very own smut. All 9 inches of steel could suck at any time.

The video particular was unbelievable. Frans facial expressions were captured when her wet hair was pulled back. She unwittingly stared at the television camera. A wear out spent and exhausted face. But the smell in her big puppy dog brown oculus begged them to give her the grownup orgasm ever. She had so much pent up zip in her. A porn worker could not have got done it practiced than poor Fran. Her fighting, sounds and bowel movement were spot on. Then her enervation and pleading. The auditory sensation captured every little cry, moan and squeal she emitted. The fret on her tanned body glistened and dripped. The males around her like a coterie of uncivilised animals teased and tortured her up to climax repeatedly and then stopped.

Eventually Fran could not do by it anymore. She screamed at them and then begged them to pretend her cum. She had been brought to the verge at least 5 times. She had to release her pent up vigor. This made the male laugh. They had their directions.

They unchained her and put her on her knees…her legs like jello trembled. Two with child cocks were placed in each of her free hands. She instinctively jerked them. He hands barely able-bodied to savvy around them. The circumferences huge. She could feel they were unvoiced and the vena engorged.

Another male stood facing her. Her grabbed her wet embarrassing hair and pulled her brass towards his cock. It jammed down her throat making her choking coil. Fran successfully jerked the tow cocks off almost at the same metre. She felt affectionate enceinte measure of cum atomiser down her tits and stomach. The males moaning and grunting.

The male fucking her mouth squeezed her hair and wrenched her brass against his body. Cum was injected down her throat. Lots. She swallowed his ample amount of babe juice.

For the side by side three hours cat had their way with her. She was doubled by the two biggest cat. Her little firm tanned body was sandwiched and dwarfed by then as they fucked her in unison. One overly large sized cock in her ass and the early in her pussy. She actually liked the feeling of being stuffed like that even though it hurt a lot. She felt them pump her full of cum. Their shaft throbbed as they released their seed into her. So much that it oozed down the insides of her trembling legs. She knew one of these beast would instill her. Which one she thought.

One lowest order was given by the inscrutable person on the other end of the video feed.
Fran was flipped onto her knee joint. Her arms grabbed and bed covering to her incline made to hold on two Thomas More cocks. A male lay under her and entered her cunt. Another knelt and forced his way easily into her cum covered moist asshole with a hammer that made her screech. Two Male stood facing her almost sword fighting to vie for her mouthpiece. The early males surrounded her and jerked their cocks. They were rough. She received so practically cum it would be in her for days.

She felt the warm up atomiser from prick hitting her back and hair. She felt like such a cocotte. These men were just destroying her. The men fucking her ass and cunt had no room left. Their cum sprayed out of her already full insides. She swallowed the last two heaps in her mouth.

The video recording continued. On the other end the male person making the gild came 3 sentence. He thought that fiddling vamper deserved that. Would it teach her a object lesson ?

Fran exhausted fell asleep when the males were done. She eventually woke up and found most of her clothes. Her tit and breadbasket bruised and covered with hickies. Her ass well pounded and purulent dripped with cum. These guys knew what they were doing. They had not allowed her to cum. She had a glazed feel in her eye. Her back stained and dirty and hair looked like a messed up snort nest.

She slipped her wet cum covered shorts on and tee shirt. The Male had used both to pass over off their cocks after they had had their way with her. The clothing smelled like sex.

She slowly walked out of the Vannevar Bush and returned home. At least cum from 5 men dripped between her shorts and down her branch. She could not bar it. If you saw her walking you would retrieve that poor girl flavor like a large number ravaged and had their way with her.

At home she did not enjoin her fellow what had happened. Could he tell ... did he get it on ?