Heather !

Keith Andrew Johnson pushed the two wheeler filled with bins of supplies across the grunge parking lot towards the distant set of barn and stables. He was anxious to get set up before too many arrivals for today's rodeo, and as a stable hand, he needed to be set when the rider showed up.

arse him, his wife Scots heather was gathering her own supplies, arranging food in her coolers so that she could wheel them to the face-to-face side of meat underneath the alloy bleachers where her hot dog bandstand was located. She and her husband worked every rodeo they could and the additional income helped in raising their two young daughters.

heather was feeling thoroughly. The day was hot but the skies were clear and she expected a big crowd. Anticipating the heat, the 37 twelvemonth old blonde had dressed lightly wearing a besotted pink tee shirt with a scoop out neck line above short shorts. Since the food for thought stall were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to worry about baking in the sun, she only had to stay poise as best she could.

Her outfit was new. heather had finally regained her conformation after working hard to misplace the inordinateness weight she had put on during her two gestation. Now, she had a tight waist and she was delight that her breasts had stayed plump and firm. She worked out three time a calendar week, focusing mostly on her bottom and her legs and the results were champaign to see. She knew that many of her male client bought their food for thought from her not because of her cooking, but because they liked to stare and she loved being the mall of their attending. There weren't many fixture at the events that hadn't paid Sir Thomas More than a footling attending to her sizable tit and she chose her bra carefully so that just a minuscule, but not too much, mamilla showed through when they perked up.

closedown the back of the mini-van, broom pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the other behind. Her path to food station was a retentive one. Parking was on the opposite side of the bleachers and she would have to walk along their length, cross the backrest English of the plain and cut under the marvelous metal judiciary before she arrived at her destination.

The near bleacher had once been overt underneath but after frequent fights, stripling necking, drunks passing out and the relentless wind that blew trash under the steps, management had installed heavy vinyl radical concealment attached to the steel accompaniment with blockheaded cord running through grommets. The screens were attached about 6 column inch above the ground and continued up about 8 feet so that the entire section under the bleachers was screened from fooling view.

Kevin Dillon and Matt moth miller stood together inside the screened in field and peered through twat between the screens and the uprights watching broom issue forth finisher. sooner, they had cut one of the midst cords in society to sneak in and under the complex body part where they drank a slight and smoked some of Kevin's locoweed. Each of the 24 twelvemonth old men were there to be rodeo clown and both had previously met broom when dressed in their costumes. Like many customers, they drooled over her alluring white meat and shapely shape and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a chance. Over the yesteryear month they conspired to make their way with her and today they intended to come through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy body tug and displume the leaden ice chest along the unsmooth path.

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

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

ling had broken into a light perspiration as she walked along the itinerary. She hated parking so far away and she really wanted her husband to set her up first so that she could stave off near 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 naming for Monday good afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

"Get quick ”, said Kevin as Heather walked towards the men hiding behind the filmdom. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two pairs of cowboy boots just under the edge of the vinyl but she was too concerned about keeping the cooler upright as she navigated the rutted path.

Heather passed close to the now unsecured screen 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 representative. Kevin grabbed the handle of one cooler and Matt took the former.

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

"Yeah well, I don't think so"said Matt as he pulled the cooler grip and grabbed her waist. Her cry was muffled by his big deal and with a tug, he pulled her off her feet and dragged her into the darken 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 eyes across-the-board with care. Matt stood at 6'3"and had a mesomorphic physique. He never took his hands from her sass even as he pulled her to the ground. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the fairly female child struggle. From his scoop, he pulled the 8 metrical unit length of heavy electric cord that had once been attached to the covert. Folding it in one-half, he quickly wrapped it around the little girl neck before running the loose ends into the loop he had made. With a quick jerk, he tightened it and the binder began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the fuck up"Kevin whispered. Like mat, he was tall and impregnable, dressed in a blue tartan shirt and dusty denim along with leather cowboy chaps.

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

broom stopped struggling and the two men worked to lay her fully down on her back, the corduroy still wrapped around her cervix.

"Get her clobber off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her foreland. mat quickly tugged the woman's stoolpigeon off and reached for her belt.

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

The man finished opening the warp and unsnapped the button of her shorts before unzipping them and pulling them off of her farsighted legs. He smiled as he glanced up at her pink pantie that had slid down a few in when her short were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his hands up her intimate branch increasing his pleasure as he moved closer to her crotch.

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"ling whispered.

Kevin leaned down close to her ear as he watched flatness range for the edge of her panties.

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

At that, Kevin reached behind Heathers neck and grabbed a handful of her golden blond hair. Gripping it tightly he lifted her head teacher up until she was staring down at her dislocate legs watching mat begin to tug at her pink pantie. Heather sobbed and sniffled as rip rolled down her face. Her breasts heaved as she watched the man at her feet slowly pull her underclothes down exposing he neatly shaved pussy to the leering men.

Matt yanked the panties off of her feet and grabbed her ankles tightly with both hands. Spreading her legs, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released Calluna vulgaris's fuzz and quickly reached across her dead body to catch the fundament of her garden pink tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her chest, exposing her sheer, pink bra before tugging it over her shoulders and off her head.

"Someone likes pink ”, Kevin laughed staring at her trembling cleavage as the near bare cleaning lady twitched in fright.

"Yeah me !"replied Matt still holding the woman 's legs open while eyeing her fleshy slit with eagre 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 ling's soundbox out, pulling her taught while Matt held her feet. The heaving boob now fully stretched out were topped by light brown, hard teat and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

matt started first, letting one ankle joint go and stretch for her debunk kitty. Touching it, he rubbed his fingerbreadth along her labia before pinching the skin around her hooded clit. heather mixture moaned again and Kevin responded by once more grabbing a knot of hair's-breadth and pulling her head up so that she could ascertain the man defile her. Secure in his grasp, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her ample tits in his big hands, rolling them around and pinching her nipples. He leaned over to look at Matt slide a finger into the womanhood's pussy and then slid back up to figure out her brown tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

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

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

"Yeah, you're right. Hold her"

flatness pulled the girls head up again and Heather watched as Kevin pulled his jeans and drawers down to reveal a thick and hard penis. She moaned a little and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her branch and leaned forward putting the tip of his penis against her puss lips. With her point held firmly in situation, she watched as the rapist began sliding his thick cock into her cunt, his body inching towards her face as he wormed his heftiness into her shaking body. Fully inside her, he tilted his mind up and looked into her split 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 sass causing the woman to shake her read/write head trying to get him to stop. He pulled his headland away and focused his tending to screwing the crying woman under his lurching body.

Kevin began long, hard cerebrovascular accident into the pinned down woman while she watched her own rape. From metre to clock time matte reached down to cup her white meat or nip her nipples. His tight hold on her hair forced heather to follow the man buck her and she winced as sentence and again his thick manhood pounded into her unwilling body.

"HEATHER… ..."came a aloof voice.

Scots heather caught her breathing place, freezing at the sound of her married man representative. It sounded like it came from across the discipline, probably where the hot dog station was. He was looking for her. Neither man knew what had just happened and ling was torn between calling out for helper and keeping mum for her own condom and to deflect the unmentionable embarrassment of being seen during a crimson sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the vocalism again.

Kevin increased his rate while the miserable woman watched her soundbox being raped. His long and stocky phallus was shiny ; slippery with what Heather knew was her own juices, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing slick juices that allowed a long cock to penetrate her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and Calluna vulgaris looked down at his twitching muscle. She knew he had been close to coming and she held out perverse Hope that he would just rank his tool back inside of her and close. In her own intellect, the sooner the men could ejaculate, the sooner she could sort out what had just happened and move on with her life. Even now, her brain held by a smiling man so that she could watch herself be violated, she found it hard to think that less than five or so instant ago she was trudging happily along, eager to cook hot hotdog for hungry cowboys and fans.

"Deliverer she's proficient now"said Kevin."You want some ? ”.

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

"Flip her over then"muttered Kevin, stroking his erection and watching lusterlessness work the woman's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” lustrelessness ordered, dropping Heather's head and sliding back a little. ling heard wearing apparel shuffle and the distinctive clink of a belt buckle and zipper being drawn down. Matt moved a fiddling and then Calluna vulgaris felt his hands on her shoulders. 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 severe on display. He had opened his blue jean to get rid of his humanity and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her ankles again and in lax unison, the men managed to flip Heather over onto her stomach. Kevin spread her legs again before running his season men across her disclose ass and back, brushing the dirt and smut off her supple body. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to execute oral exam sex on flatness. She felt Kevin waddle up between her spread peg and she felt the comrade smack of a hardened twinge bead on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some question with their hands and laughed a lilliputian over something ling didn't understand. Then, she felt a warm dribble of fluid land between her ass cheeks and start to run down, puddling around her asshole. A consequence later another hot puddle hit the top of her stern, following the same track as the first.

Heather was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his spermatozoon on her exposed freighter. While she knew that matte would still have it away her mouth, she was convinced that Kevin was now just a spectator pump. Not that she hadn't heard of men who could cum and still have it off, it was just that she had never met one. Or even had one of her girl talk about their man with fantastic staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. matte reached into her hair once again, balling a fistful into his expectant hired man and yanked her principal up high. When Scots heather's look was nearly to the height of lusterlessness's own eyes, he locked his regard onto hers. Her consistency was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga move with her heavy breasts swaying just barely off the terra firma. 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 patrician centre of the crying 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 tortured woman, breasts approachable, ass lifted, legs spread and confronted with two eager putz about to infract her.

With her ass now lifted mellow, Kevin spread the woman's ass cheeks and confirmed that his saliva had pooled in her rosebud prick. Pleased with the puddle, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his phallus against and slightly into ling's small hole.

ling lurched forward, vainly trying to avoid what she knew was about to bring place.

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

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

Heather started to scream but quickly felt the cord tighten. Instead of making interference she pushed hard to close her open air legs only to feel them bump up against Kevin's muscular body. His go on pressure frightened her and she started to panic. She had never let a man into her ass and her deepest secret was letting her masseuse, Cheryl, delight her this way during nearly every session at the spa. Cheryl was marvellous, lanky and experienced in what made womanhood happy and after working severely massaging Scots heather she always ended it with her tongue on Calluna vulgaris's clit working circles on it until Heather had raised her articulatio coxae far off the table while bordering on intimate relief. But the real magic was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed middle finger into Scots heather's anus, triggering the massive climax that each of them enjoyed so a great deal. Never had a man found his way into Scots heather's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his putz against her lubed jam, the header of his member began to create progress and Heather quickly understood that she would drop off this engagement. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to contain the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her resistance in early ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her name was being called again, this time much close. Heather panicked. Afraid that her married man would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her best option. Relaxing her spread legs and pushing back a small in her groin, she let Kevin pop into her ass. surprised, he stopped a minute and looked down to corroborate that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the relief of his shaft into her rectum. matt stared into her heart as Kevin sent the length of his phallus up her slideway for the first time. Heather's heart widened and rent popped out of their turning point as she felt her gut fill up with midst, hard meat. Her mouth opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her backside, his penis now fully in the cleaning woman's ass.

"God, that's good. Won't last long buddy in case you want some too. Thought you wanted her mouth ..."

Matt blinked and then got to work. He twisted Heather's head to point own at his own swaying rooster and then directed her pretty face to meet his erection. Calluna vulgaris tried to avoid tangency with the man's penis, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid souls but when the cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her mouth with lustrelessness buried his cock in her makeup stained face.

His penis wasn't huge but it was as practically as Calluna vulgaris had ever taken. In a tear second it bumped against the rear of her throat and the associate gagging feeling overcame her. Spitting and coughing around his heftiness she fought the impulse to puke before wrapping her lips around him and sucking him into her throat.

Matt sighed, feeling her mouth and throat wrapping around his angry ray and he pulled the woman's fuzz up, forcing her to blow him against her will and at his pace. Kevin pulled slowly out of her stern and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing Heather to mewl in pain her head bobbed up and down on matt's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her name again, now on this side of the field and easily within shouting distance if she could have done anything except suckle cock.

Kevin had picked up his pace, her anus having adapted to the atrocious usurpation and the man was breathing heavily as he fucked her raised bum. lustrelessness was now fully raise and found that he was able to let go of Scots heather's pilus and just let her bob on his cock as if it were her idea. He reached down and under her torso, finding her tumid breasts and he eagerly fondled her nipples as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to lose restraint. He had been in her slippery pussy and now he was stroking her taut rectum. His tool couldn't take much more of the blonde charwoman's reluctant treats. Matt noticed his friend tense up and knew that Kevin was set up to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of Heather's rosebud asshole and the sight took him to the edge first.

Calluna vulgaris knew what was happening and began to repent hoping for them to finish. Inside her underside, Kevin's shaft felt incredibly orotund and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her mouth was sore at the sides and she began to venerate how she would handle matte's load. 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 satisfying load into her obedient rima oris. But her married man hadn't raped her and the two men above her were stranger and one of them was about to blunder out into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his first squirt of semen go deep into heather's bottom. At nearly the same meter, Heather felt the familiar final swell of cock as mat began his transportation of semen into heather mixture's throat. His timing was inauspicious as Heather had began to swallow frantically in society to make space for more ejaculate. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her mouth and his indorsement spurt backed up onto his first of all. Calluna vulgaris found her mouth filled with sticky cum and she frantically swished it around to make infinite for more as her mouthpiece rapist spurted again and again. In spite of her drive, gobs of gummy semen escaped from her lip and smeared across her cheek and chin.

Kevin kept his cock deep in Heather'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 prat. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that moment. Two men, rooster deep in either side of her, shooting seaman of jizz into her holes.

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

"HEATHER…. ”.

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

"Who the fuck is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped lusterlessness, still pumping into ling's backtalk."Just let me complete ”.

He spurted twice more and Scots heather swallowed promptly having now timed her sucking and swallowing with his spurt. A second base later, he pulled her haircloth back up and his still pulsing cock emerged from her lipstick smeared face.

"Let's get out of here ”, said Matt."We're former anyway ”.

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

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

Calluna vulgaris shivered, wondering what that meant.

"Yup ”, replied Kevin.

The men grabbed heather and dragged her up. A slight of Matt's cum had found it's way into her eyes and she felt a conversant stinging as her vision got fuzzy.

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

Kevin took the cord from around Heather's neck and tied it quickly around her carpus in front of her. Dragging her nude painting and dirty, stained organic structure to the nearest brand upright, the men lifted her implements of war high gear above her head, hooking the cord over a crossing while and tying a quick but sturdy knot.

Heather stood nude statue on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to stay erect. Each man slapped her bare ass and crudely grabbed her pap and pussy one last time.

"Thank you ma'am"said Kevin as they walked away savoring the thought of her nude statue and abused body, hands gamey in the air, bosom and snatch on full display. A thinly trickle of semen emerged from her back end and ran down Scots heather's inner second joint. The men grabbed her discarded underwear, placing her bantam panties into her mouthpiece and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her tooth to create a lascivious gag. They kicked the quietus of wearing apparel further under the stands 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.

"heather. My wife. blonde. Pink top. Seen her ?"

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

Keith walked away as his wife, just a few feet away felt her tears stream down her cum splattered face.

"HEATHER…..".