My poor Girlfriend….

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

I repeatedly told her not to garb the way she did in the summertime. Little blue jean shorts with the air pocket sticking out the buns and a taut tee shirt that showed her well formed mid heading. I said if it turned me on the way it did imagine other guy wire and daughter that looked at you.

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

outflow came and then summer. It was an extremely warm up summer and all the little girl dressed so scantily now a twenty-four hours. Mine was no unlike. I swear her boxers got shorter every year. I regard daughter looked like her when I went to college or university !

Fran would bike constantly and her leg would firm and tan like looney. She told me how trucker would beep at her on the highway and probably jerk off as they drove by. Once a van had stopped and told her to hop in. She said if she had they would take in probably ravaged her for miles and then hurl her out bare and spent on the side of the highway.

She was just over five ft improbable and had slimmed down to a courteous 110 Syrian pound. Her 36dd tits stood out at attention from her flat stomach. Her bumble bee ass was round and house. Long brownish fuzz 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 lean slutty picayune jean shorts I would drag in her to the bedroom or give her over the back of the sofa or onto the dining room table. I would pump her full of cum. She would laugh and tease apart me more.

The hapless missy did not realize how crazy she was driving me. She was unacquainted and a coquette. I needed to relieve oneself a programme to throw her learn a lesson. We had a good open relationship so I did not care how this example played out. In fact it excited me a lot.

Fran would always go down to the beach or go on long rise by herself. I warned her all the time to find out out for bad guy that she might come upon and take vantage of her. She laughed and said she could have care of herself. I thought to myself if I was bad and saw a hot little gal walking in the woods I would adopt vantage of her. So would others !

I set off to hatch my program. Fran always had one region she liked to hike to. It was outside and about 6 miles in the George Walker Bush. The end of the trail came out onto a courteous sandy beach with large rocky cliffs. The waves would drown out any screams and no one ever hiked in there. There were also a variety of caves that could be useful.

Todays hike was no dissimilar. Fran put on the sexiest shortest pair of worn out old blue jean guess dungaree underdrawers. The front bloodless pockets hung below the cut off legs and contrasted nicely on her tanned house legs. From shank to bottom the shorts were only a scant 8 in. She wore a besotted white t shirt and underneath the thinnest two objet d'art white bikini ever. She had piddling pom pom socks and stolon. A little white peak hat held a single jigger bottom out the rachis. I wanted to startle her so bad but I waited instead for my plan to dream up.

She gave me a slight peck on the nerve and laughed as she could see I had a wood in my gasp. She told me she would be back in 3 hours.

That is what you think I chuckled in my psyche.

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 enjoy it. She really really needed to be taught a lesson.

As she walked along the rocky root covered gravel trail the hot sun beat down on her. She stopped and grabbed a drink of water from her water bottle accidentally spilling it down the front of her t shirt. The cut white shirt was now cobwebby. Her wet tanned put up stuck to it and the bikini precis showed. This caused her to move out her shirt and put it in the little tartan face pack sack she brought with her.

When the shirt was removed large 36dd breasts were exposed covered by the smallest string bikini ever. The bikini barely held her tanned breasts in. She sprayed more pee from the water bottle over her head and down her battlefront. Her tan glistened.

The wage increase continued…..

Eventually she made it to the beach. boastfully 7 foot waves crashed loudly against the shore. A firm wind instrument blew from the south towards land. The wind although strong was made up of affectionate air.

Fran stood closed her eye and inhaled the sweet sea air in. It smelled great.

The programme ran like clockwork. Two tall good looking male person emerged from the cliff area 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 talking. Fran blushed.

The Male said they were visiting from out of town and on a salary increase. They asked her to conjoin them down the beach near the drop-off area. Fran said yes.

As she walked down the beach the males pulled some beer from a mob. They offered her one and she took it. The cold beer tasted slap-up after a foresighted warm hike. She finished it in no time.

Fran did start to get a little uneasy as they walked further and further from the trail. They were starting to get into the drop-off country. She hesitated for a minute but the guys convinced her to continue. She thought they were nice.

Around a corner they came to a fervor and a large cliff possible action. Around the fire sat another 10 cat. They were all drinking beers.

Fran giggled nervously to herself in her head and liked seeing all the large 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 food went to her principal. She could feel a bit of a skin coming on.

She also realized all the males were looking her up and down from pass to toe. She knew they wanted to bonk her. This aroused her slightly.

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

The male person said to the former guys,"okay boys, lets start ”.

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 males holding each arm held them like vice.

On the wall just inside the cave was a set of wrist shackles. They secured her by her radiocarpal joint with her hands stretched well above her psyche. Her toes kicked at the little pebbles barely touching the cave story. She had no traction.

The one male person stayed on the phone to take directions and also operated a photographic camera. U/k to Fran a live feed was directed to a someone or many people.

Fran begged and pleaded as the males all undressed. She knew they each were going to have it off her defencelessly little body somewhere. Large mitt caressed and touched her clothed torso everywhere. One male kissed her sticking his tongue far down her throat.
He held her by her neck.

The male person on the telephone set told the other male person not to reserve her to cum. She had to be taught a example first.

Fran eventually wiggled and squirmed herself to the point of enfeeblement. She hung there as the males rubbed every net inch of her body. Her tit erect and hard. Tingling in her interior. Her pussy pulsated.

She looked around and observed all sizes of operose engorged hammer ranging in length from 7 to 15 inches. The fear showed in her eyes.

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

"Remove her clothes"the male on the telephone ordered. A childlike pull released the bikini top. It fell to the ground and was stepped on by the males surrounding her. Her heavy business firm luscious tits stood straight out. Each one received attention by rubbing, squeezing or being sucked on. Her teat were sensitive. Hard as lilliputian Rock.

Pre cum wet cock heads rubbed against her shorts and legs making the tan glisten.
Her jeans underdrawers ripped effortlessly down her legs revealing a little triangle string posterior two-piece. It had become wet from the aid. The Male cheered. Each position string was gently pulled on revealing a shaved conceited button. A male knelt down and started flicking it with his recollective Snake River like tongue. This gave Fran a butterfly sensation in her stomach. The clapper worked piddling rotary around and the clit and then darted in and out of her pussy.

Fran felt like she was going to burst with the most incredible orgasm ever. The Male on the phone could distinguish. He told them to stop and let her get worked up. After awhile they went back to puzzle out stimulating her some more.

The hot summer day made her sudor. Her intact organic structure glistened as she hung limp tired and exhausted. Held up by two arm shackles. Her neck exhausted could not hold her forefront up. It fell forward, her long brown stringy soaked hair covering her font. trivial pre orgasmic moans emitted from somewhere under the hair.

The telecasting was streaming perfectly. All focal point were being followed to a tee.

As the video was watched the person watching and giving orders rubbed their hard as John Rock peter. It was so good and controlling barking out order and having them followed. It was like making their very own smut. All 9 inches of steel could spoil at any time.

The picture detail was incredible. Frans facial nerve formula were captured when her wet hair was pulled back. She unwittingly stared at the television camera. A bore spent and exhausted face. But the look in her big puppy dog brown eyes begged them to give her the large sexual climax ever. She had so much pent up energy in her. A porn doer could not have got done it better than poor Fran. Her fight, sounds and movement were spot on. Then her enfeeblement and pleading. The sound captured every picayune cry, moan and confess she emitted. The sweat on her tanned body glistened and dripped. The males around her like a gang of untamed animal teased and tortured her up to culminate repeatedly and then stopped.

Eventually Fran could not handle it anymore. She screamed at them and then begged them to make her cum. She had been brought to the brink at least 5 times. She had to release her pent up zip. This made the male person laugh. They had their directions.

They unchained her and put her on her knees…her legs like jello trembled. Two large cocks were placed in each of her complimentary hands. She instinctively jerked them. He hands barely able-bodied to grasp around them. The circumferences huge. She could find they were laborious and the vena engorged.

Another male stood facing her. Her grabbed her wet pasty hair and pulled her face towards his cock. It jammed down her throat making her choke. Fran successfully jerked the tow cocks off almost at the same prison term. She felt warm large quantities of cum spray down her pap and breadbasket. The male moaning and grunting.

The male fucking her mouth squeezed her hair and wrenched her side against his physical structure. Cum was injected down her throat. Lots. She swallowed his copious quantities of child juice.

For the adjacent three hour guy cable had their way with her. She was doubled by the two enceinte guy wire. Her little firm tanned dead body was sandwiched and dwarfed by then as they fucked her in unison. One overly orotund sized tool in her ass and the former in her pussy. She actually liked the spirit of being stuffed like that even though it hurt a lot. She felt them pump her entire of cum. Their shaft throbbed as they released their ejaculate into her. So very much that it oozed down the insides of her trembling legs. She knew one of these beast would impregnate her. Which one she thought.

One last decree was given by the cryptical soul on the former end of the video feed.
Fran was flipped onto her articulatio genus. Her arms grabbed and spread to her side made to grasp two more than rooster. A virile lay under her and entered her cunt. Another knelt and forced his way easily into her cum covered moist bastard with a putz that made her scream. Two males stood facing her almost sword fighting to vie for her mouth. The other males surrounded her and jerked their turncock. They were rough. She received so much cum it would be in her for days.

She felt the warmly sprayer from cocks hitting her rear and tomentum. She felt like such a fancy woman. These men were just destroying her. The men fucking her ass and cunt had no elbow room left. Their cum sprayed out of her already broad insides. She swallowed the in conclusion two load in her mouth.

The telecasting continued. On the other end the male making the Holy Order came 3 times. He thought that little tease deserved that. Would it instruct her a lesson ?

Fran exhausted fell asleep when the Male were done. She eventually woke up and found most of her clothes. Her breasts and stomach bruised and covered with hickies. Her ass well pounded and pussy dripped with cum. These guys knew what they were doing. They had not allowed her to cum. She had a glazed look in her eyes. Her back stained and dirty and hair looked like a messed up bird nest.

She slipped her wet cum covered shortstop on and tee shirt. The males had used both to wipe off their cocks after they had had their way with her. The wearable 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 leg. She could not halt it. If you saw her walking you would think that poor lady friend looks like a mob ravaged and had their way with her.

At home she did not distinguish her beau what had happened. Could he distinguish ... did he sleep together ?