Heather !

Keith Johnson pushed the two wheeler filled with BIN of supply across the dirt parking lot towards the distant set of barn and stalls. He was anxious to get set up before too many comer for today's rodeo, and as a stable helping hand, he needed to be prepare when the rider showed up.

Behind him, his married woman Heather was gathering her own supply, arranging food in her coolers so that she could cycle them to the opposite side underneath the metal bleachers where her hot dog point of view was located. She and her husband worked every rodeo they could and the extra income helped in raising their two Whitney Young daughter.

Heather was feeling secure. The day was hot but the skies were enlighten and she expected a big gang. Anticipating the warmth, the 37 year old blond had dressed lightly wearing a tight pink tee shirt with a lift out neck parentage above short boxers. Since the food for thought booths were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to vex about baking in the sun, she only had to stay aplomb as best she could.

Her kit was new. Heather had finally regained her SHAPE after working hard to fall back the excess weight she had put on during her two pregnancies. Now, she had a pissed shank and she was pleased that her breasts had stayed plump and firm. She worked out three times a calendar week, focusing mostly on her rump and her pegleg and the results were complain to see. She knew that many of her male customers bought their food from her not because of her cooking, but because they liked to gaze and she loved being the pith of their attention. There weren't many regular at the events that hadn't paid More than a short attention to her plentiful bosom and she chose her bras carefully so that just a little, but not too a good deal, nipple showed through when they perked up.

completion the back of the mini-van, Heather pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the other behind. Her course to food for thought station was a recollective one. Parking was on the opposite side of the bleachers and she would have to take the air along their length, cross the backward side of the field and cut under the marvellous metal benches before she arrived at her destination.

The skinny bleachers had once been open underneath but after shop at fight, teenagers necking, drunks passing out and the relentless malarky that blew trash under the steps, management had installed sonorous vinyl radical screens attached to the steel musical accompaniment with thick electric cord running through grommets. The CRT screen were attached about 6 inches above the background and continued up about 8 feet so that the total section under the bleachers was screened from casual view.

Kevin Dillon and matt milling machine stood together inside the screened in surface area and peered through slits between the screens and the uprights watching heather mixture come closer. Earlier, they had cut one of the midst cord in society to slip one's mind in and under the structure where they drank a little and smoked some of Kevin's weed. Each of the 24 class old men were there to be rodeo goofball and both had previously met Heather when dressed in their costumes. Like many customers, they drooled over her alluring breasts and shapely figure and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a chance. Over the past month they conspired to have their way with her and today they intended to follow through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy eubstance tug and pull the heavy coolers along the rough path.

"Anyone else around ”, asked Matt as he walked closer to the border of the bleachers.

"Nope ”, replied Kevin."Looks like we got lucky."

ling had broken into a idle fret as she walked along the course. She hated parking so far away and she really wanted her husband to set her up first so that she could avoid most of the grunt piece of work but today they were running late and she had to go it alone. Her body ached and she knew that she'd be setting up a spa appointment for Mon afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

"Get ready ”, said Kevin as Calluna vulgaris walked towards the men hiding behind the projection screen. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two duo of cowboy kicking just under the edge of the vinyl group but she was too bear on about keeping the ice chest upright as she navigated the furrow path.

Heather passed close to the now unlatched concealment and the two men stepped out behind her. Kevin took the lead.

"Hey, I can help with that ”, he said. Heather spun around surprised by the voice. Kevin grabbed the handle of one cooler and Matt took the other.

"Oh no….I'm alright"she said, her voice quivering slightly.

"Yeah well, I don't think so"said matt as he pulled the tank grip and grabbed her waist. Her cry was muffled by his big hand and with a tug, he pulled her off her feet and dragged her into the darkened and block out area under the bleacher. Kevin pulled the coolers in behind him and wheeled them out of the way before following Matt.

Heather was struggling, her heart wide with fearfulness. mat stood at 6'3"and had a brawny physique. He never took his workforce from her mouth even as he pulled her to the primer coat. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the pretty girl struggle. From his pocket, he pulled the 8 foot length of heavy cord that had once been attached to the screen. Folding it in half, he quickly wrapped it around the daughter neck before running the loose remainder into the cringle he had made. With a straightaway saccade, he tightened it and the tying began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the fucking up"Kevin whispered. Like lusterlessness, he was tall and warm, dressed in a blue plaid shirt and dusty blue jean along with leather cowboy chaps.

"I really don't care what happens to you so just fuckin'behave ”.

heather mixture stopped struggling and the two men worked to lay her fully down on her back, the cord still wrapped around her neck.

"Get her stuff off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her nous. matte quickly tugged the woman's sneakers off and reached for her belt.

"Nooo…."moaned Heather as she felt her belt being unbuckled. The cord tightened and she stopped, her thorax heaving as she began to panic.

The man finished opening the buckle and unsnapped the clit of her short pants before unzipping them and pulling them off of her long legs. He smiled as he glanced up at her garden pink panties that had slid down a few inches when her short circuit were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his hands up her inner pegleg increasing his delight as he moved closer to her crotch.

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"Heather whispered.

Kevin leaned down close to her ear as he watched mat compass for the boundary of her panties.

"Stop it baby, this isn't hurting you. He's just going to get a dear look at the sweet pussy of yours. That's all. Wan na see ?"

At that, Kevin reached behind Heathers neck and grabbed a handful of her golden blonde hair. Gripping it tightly he lifted her head word up until she was staring down at her splay legs watching Matt Begin to tug at her pink pantie. Heather sobbed and sniffled as binge rolled down her side. Her white meat heaved as she watched the man at her human foot slowly pull her underwear down exposing he neatly shaved pussy to the leering men.

Matt yanked the panties off of her feet and grabbed her ankle joint tightly with both hands. Spreading her wooden leg, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released Heather's hair and quickly reached across her physical structure to grab the bottom of her pink tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her knocker, exposing her sheer, pink bra before tugging it over her shoulder joint and off her head.

"Someone likes pink ”, Kevin laughed staring at her trembling cleavage as the nearly raw woman twitched in fear.

"Yeah me !"replied flatness still holding the charwoman 's legs open while eyeing her fleshy cunt with eager eyes.

"Hehe, me too !"

Kevin reached for the bottom of Heather's bra and swiftly tugged it up and over her now nude body. As her arms swung up to allow the bra to be removed, Kevin grabbed them and stretched Scots heather's body out, pulling her taught while Matt held her feet. The heaving breasts now fully stretched out were topped by lite brown, difficult nipples and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

Matt started first, letting one ankle joint go and reaching for her exposed pussy. Touching it, he rubbed his finger along her labia before pinching the peel around her hooded clit. Heather moaned again and Kevin responded by once to a greater extent grabbing a international nautical mile of whisker and pulling her read/write head up so that she could watch the man defile her. Secure in his range, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her ample breast in his big hands, rolling them around and pinching her nipples. He leaned over to reckon at Matt slide a finger into the fair sex's pussy and then slid back up to lick her brownish tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

"Not really but she will be. They all get wet. Can't help it. They're all slut and her cunt will be tricky really soon"

"Just fuck her then, we don't have all day"stated Matt.

"Yeah, you're right. Hold her"

Matt pulled the girls head up again and Heather watched as Kevin pulled his dungaree and shorts down to reveal a thick and hard penis. She moaned a fiddling and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her legs and leaned forward putting the tip of his phallus against her pussy lips. With her capitulum held firmly in place, she watched as the rapist began sliding his thick cock into her snatch, his eubstance inching towards her face as he wormed his muscle into her shaking body. Fully inside her, he tilted his head up and looked into her tear filled eyes.

"Now now, don't cry. I'm not just fucking you. I'm loving you too ”. Without warning he kissed her fully on her lips causing the woman to escape from her head trying to get him to lay off. He pulled his head away and focused his attention to screwing the crying charwoman under his lurching body.

Kevin began long, hard strokes into the pinned down woman while she watched her own violation. From time to time Matt reached down to cup her breasts or lift her nipples. His tight keep on her hair forced Heather to watch the man buck her and she winced as metre and again his thick manhood pounded into her unwilling physical structure.

"HEATHER… ..."came a upstage voice.

heather caught her breath, freezing at the audio of her husbands spokesperson. It sounded like it came from across the subject, probably where the hot dog station was. He was looking for her. Neither man knew what had just happened and Heather was torn between calling out for help and keeping silent for her own safety and to avoid the undergarment plethora of being seen during a violent sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the vocalism again.

Kevin increased his step while the pitiful woman watched her body being raped. His long and duncical penis was shiny ; slippery with what Heather knew was her own juices, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing silklike juices that allowed a prospicient cock to penetrate her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and ling looked down at his twitching muscularity. She knew he had been close to sexual climax and she held out perverted hope that he would just position his shaft back inside of her and finish up. In her own mind, the sooner the men could ejaculate, the Sooner she could class out what had just happened and move on with her life. Even now, her head held by a smiling man so that she could watch herself be violated, she found it hard to trust that to a lesser extent than five or so minutes ago she was trudging happily along, aegir to cook hot dogs for athirst cattleman and fans.

"Christ she's good now"said Kevin."You want some ? ”.

"I want her mouth"answered Matt as he fingered her stiffened nipples.

"summersault her over then"muttered Kevin, stroking his erection and watching Matt piece of work the cleaning lady's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” Matt ordered, dropping heather mixture's head and sliding back a little. heather heard clothes shuffle and the distinctive slammer of a rap warp and zipper being drawn down. matte moved a little and then Heather felt his hands on her shoulder joint. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a bobbing penis, thick but not quite backbreaking on display. He had opened his jean to remove his manhood and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her articulatio talocruralis again and in loose unison, the men managed to toss Heather over onto her stomach. Kevin spread her peg again before running his hardened hands across her expose ass and back, brushing the shite and filth off her supple eubstance. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to perform oral sex on mat. She felt Kevin waddle up between her spread legs and she felt the familiar slap of a hardened prick drib on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some motions with their hands and laughed a niggling over something heather didn't understand. Then, she felt a warm drool of fluid land between her ass cheeks and begin to run down, puddling around her asshole. A moment later another hot pool hit the top of her laughingstock, following the same path as the first.

heather was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his sperm on her debunk bottom. While she knew that Matt would still fuck her mouth, she was confident that Kevin was now just a witness. Not that she hadn't heard of men who could cum and still fuck, it was just that she had never met one. Or even had one of her girlfriends talk about their man with fantastic staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. Matt reached into her hair's-breadth once again, balling a handful into his large hand and yanked her head up mellow. When heather's face was nearly to the height of Matt's own eyes, he locked his gaze onto hers. Her trunk was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga move with her sonorous tit swaying just barely off the ground. Her nipples occasionally swept the dust and dirt as she heaved breaths of air wondering what was adjacent to happen.

Matt continued to stare deeply into the blueish eyes of the crying cleaning woman as Kevin reached under Heather's stomach and lifted her up a lilliputian. In the eyes of her rapists, this was as good as it gets. A crucify charwoman, breasts accessible, ass lifted, legs spread and confronted with two eager peter about to violate her.

With her ass now lifted higher, Kevin spread the char's ass cheeks and confirmed that his saliva had pooled in her rosebud prick. Pleased with the pool, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his genus Phallus against and slightly into Scots heather's small hole.

Heather lurched forward, vainly trying to avoid what she knew was about to fill plaza.

"No no no no no no ... I can't..it won't….I've never….please don't…..I've never ... please, I'll suction it but don't….. ”.

"Sorry ma'am….I just have to"answer Kevin as he pushed hard against Heather's asshole.

Heather started to cry but quickly felt the electric cord tighten. Instead of making haphazardness she pushed hard to close her undefended wooden leg only to feel them chance up against Kevin's muscular physical structure. His retain pressure sensation frightened her and she started to panic. She had never let a man into her ass and her deepest arcanum was letting her masseuse, Cheryl, joy her this way during nearly every session at the spa. Cheryl was marvelous, lanky and experienced in what made women happy and after working hard massaging Heather she always ended it with her clapper on Heather's button working circles on it until Heather had raised her hips far off the table while bordering on sexual relief. But the literal deception was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed center finger's breadth into Heather's anus, triggering the massive sexual climax that each of them enjoyed so practically. Never had a man found his way into Heather's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his cock against her lube pickle, the question of his member began to make progress and Calluna vulgaris quickly understood that she would lose this battle. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to take for the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her resistance in other ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her public figure was being called again, this time lots close. Heather panicked. Afraid that her husband would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her best selection. Relaxing her spread stage and pushing back a small in her groin, she let Kevin pop into her ass. Surprised, he stopped a moment and looked down to confirm that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the relief of his cock into her rectum. Matt stared into her eyes as Kevin sent the distance of his penis up her chute for the inaugural fourth dimension. Heather's eyes widened and tears popped out of their quoin as she felt her gut fill up up with midst, punishing heart. Her mouth opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her rear end, his phallus now fully in the adult female's ass.

"God, that's good. Won't finally longsighted buddy in cause you want some too. Thought you wanted her oral fissure ..."

Matt blinked and then got to operate. He twisted Heather's head to point own at his own swaying cock and then directed her pretty face to receive his erection. Heather tried to invalidate contact lens with the man's phallus, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid psyche but when the electric cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her rima oris with matt buried his cock in her makeup stained face.

His penis wasn't huge but it was as much as broom had ever taken. In a split second it bumped against the backrest of her throat and the companion gagging feeling overcame her. Spitting and coughing around his muscle she fought the urge to puke before wrapping her lip around him and sucking him into her throat.

matte sighed, feeling her mouth and throat wrap around his raging ray of light and he pulled the woman's hair up, forcing her to fellate him against her will and at his yard. Kevin pulled slowly out of her bum and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing Heather to whimper in hurting her read/write head bobbed up and down on matte's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her name again, now on this incline of the field and easily within shouting length if she could give birth done anything except suck cock.

Kevin had picked up his stride, her anus having adapted to the horrifying intrusion and the man was breathing heavily as he fucked her raised bum. mat was now fully erect and found that he was able to let go of Heather's hair and just let her bob on his cock as if it were her idea. He reached down and under her torso, finding her prominent boob and he eagerly fondled her nipple as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to lose control. He had been in her slippery pussy and now he was stroking her crocked rectum. His dick couldn't take much Sir Thomas More of the blonde woman's reluctant treats. Matt noticed his champion tense up and have it away that Kevin was cook to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of Calluna vulgaris's rosebud asshole and the mickle took him to the bound first.

Heather knew what was happening and began to rue hoping for them to terminate. Inside her rear, Kevin's tool felt incredibly large and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her mouth was sore at the face and she began to fear how she would handle flatness's loading. She was never great at swallowing but her husband Keith loved it so much that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to drop a meet freight into her obedient mouth. But her husband hadn't raped her and the two men above her were strangers and one of them was about to ejaculate into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his firstly spurt of semen go deep into Heather's fanny. At nearly the Sami fourth dimension, Heather felt the conversant final swell of cock as Matt began his carry-over of semen into Heather's throat. His timing was unfortunate as heather mixture had began to immerse frantically in order to make space for More ejaculate. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her mouth and his second spirt backed up onto his first. Heather found her mouth filled with sticky cum and she frantically swished it around to constitute blank space for Thomas More as her mouth rapist spurted again and again. In spitefulness of her drive, gobs of sticky semen escaped from her back talk and smudge across her cheek and chin.

Kevin kept his cock oceanic abyss in ling's unwilling ass as he unloaded his hot jism. She felt it splatter in her rectum as he jerked and twitched, releasing ropes of hot goo into her backside. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that moment. Two men, cock trench in either side of her, shooting gobs of jizz into her holes.

"HEATHER…. ”. The voice wasn't more than 30 yards away. ling could see her hubby boots under the screen that kept her and her raper from his view.

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the piece of ass ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an audible popping noise as the point of his prick emerged.

"Who the fuck is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped lusterlessness, still pumping into Scots heather's mouth."Just let me finish ”.

He spurted twice more and Heather swallowed promptly having now timed her sucking and swallowing with his jet. A second later, he pulled her pilus back up and his still pulsing prick emerged from her lipstick smeared face.

"Let's get out of here ”, said matt."We're later anyway ”.

The men stood and fixed themselves while Heather lay on the ground, nude and crying.

"What about her"asked matte."Should we do what we agreed ?"

Heather shivered, wondering what that meant.

"Yup ”, replied Kevin.

The men grabbed Heather and dragged her up. A little of matte's cum had found it's way into her eyes and she felt a intimate gyp as her vision got fuzzy.

"HEATHER….."called Keith, now barely XX grand away.

Kevin took the cord from around Scots heather's cervix and tied it quickly around her wrists in front line of her. Dragging her nude painting and dirty, stained body to the skinny steel upright, the men lifted her arms high above her head, hooking the corduroy over a cross man and tying a ready but hardy international nautical mile.

heather mixture stood nude on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to stay upright. Each man slapped her bare ass and crudely grabbed her mamilla and pussy one survive time.

"Thank you ma'am"said Kevin as they walked away savoring the view of her nude and abused physical structure, hands high in the air, bosom and twat on to the full showing. A thin dribble of come emerged from her fanny and ran down Heather's inner thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underclothing, placing her lilliputian step-in into her oral cavity and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her teeth to create a lewd gag. They kicked the residual of clothes further under the sales booth before stepping back to and taking one last look.

"HEATHER….."cried Keith just as two men emerged from under the bleachers.

"Who ?"said Kevin looking up to see Keith approaching.

"Calluna vulgaris. My wife. blonde. Pink top. check her ?"

"Not trusted ”, said Kevin."But I'm sure she's around here someplace. Probably not far. Good luck !"

Keith walked away as his married woman, just a few feet away felt her tears well out down her cum splattered face.

"HEATHER…..".