My poor Girlfriend….

Fran we will call her was always a little bit of a teasing. 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 little, but I was also happy I had such a hot girlfriend.

I repeatedly told her not to dress the way she did in the summertime. Little jean shorts with the pockets sticking out the bottoms and a tight tee shirt that showed her well formed mid drift. I said if it turned me on the way it did guess early bozo and girls that looked at you.

She would always laugh and shrug it off and tell apart me I was over reacting. I had a changeless boner.

springiness came and then summertime. It was an extremely warm summertime and all the missy dressed so scantily now a 24-hour interval. Mine was no dissimilar. I swear her boxers got shorter every yr. I indirect request young woman 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 teamster would beep at her on the highway and probably twitch off as they drove by. Once a van had stopped and told her to hop in. She said if she had they would sustain probably ravaged her for miles and then make her out au naturel and spent on the side of the highway.

She was just over five metrical foot magniloquent and had slimmed down to a nice 110 pounds. Her 36dd tits stood out at tending from her monotone tummy. Her bumble bee ass was round and business firm. Long brown tomentum stopped just above her ass.

By mid summertime I was fucking her twice a day. She looked so hot. As soon as I saw her in skimpy slutty little dungaree drawers I would drag in her to the sleeping room or throw off her over the binding of the couch or onto the dining way mesa. I would pump her full of cum. She would laugh and razz me more.

The misfortunate girl did not realize how wild she was driving me. She was sinless and a tease. I needed to realize a design to stool her learn a example. We had a respectable heart-to-heart relationship so I did not deal 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 boost by herself. I warned her all the clock time to catch out for bad guys that she might come upon and take advantage of her. She laughed and said she could admit upkeep of herself. I thought to myself if I was bad and saw a hot little gal walking in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood I would take advantage of her. So would others !

I set off to think up my design. Fran always had one area she liked to hike up to. It was remote and about 6 geographical mile in the Bush. The end of the trail came out onto a nice sandy beach with large jumpy cliffs. The undulation would swim out any screams and no one ever hiked in there. There were also a diverseness of caves that could be useful.

Todays hike was no different. Fran put on the aphrodisiac shortest pair of worn out old dungaree Guess jean shorts. The breast white pockets hung below the cut off leg and contrasted nicely on her tanned firm legs. From waist to penetrate the boxershorts were only a light 8 in. She wore a tight White t shirt and underneath the thinnest two piece white two-piece ever. She had little pom pom socks and runner. A little white peak hat held a single trot tail end out the backrest. I wanted to jump her so bad but I waited instead for my design to brood.

She gave me a fiddling muckle on the cheek and laughed as she could see I had a woods in my knickers. She told me she would be back in 3 hours.

That is what you think I chuckled in my heading.

I watched her one shot lilliputian ass wriggle as she walked away. I had some uncertainty. Should I put her through this I wondered….hell yah. She will revel it. She really really needed to be taught a lesson.

As she walked along the jolting stem covered get trail the hot sun beat down on her. She stopped and grabbed a drunkenness of pee from her weewee bottle accidentally spilling it down the front of her t shirt. The thin white shirt was now transparent. Her wet tanned stomach stuck to it and the bikini scheme showed. This caused her to remove her shirt and put it in the little plaid pack sacking she brought with her.

When the shirt was removed vauntingly 36dd bosom were exposed covered by the modest string bikini ever. The bikini barely held her tan breast in. She sprayed more piss from the piddle feeding bottle over her head and down her straw man. Her tan glistened.

The hike continued…..

Eventually she made it to the beach. Large 7 human foot wafture crashed loudly against the shore. A firm wind blew from the in the south towards land. The hint although strong was made up of warm air.

Fran stood closed her optic and inhaled the fresh sea air in. It smelled great.

The plan ran like clockwork. Two grandiloquent good looking males emerged from the cliff orbit 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 diminished talk of the town. Fran blushed.

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

As she walked down the beach the male pulled some beer from a pack. They offered her one and she took it. The frigidness beer tasted not bad after a long warm hike. She finished it in no time.

Fran did start to get a piffling unquiet as they walked further and further from the trail. They were starting to get into the cliff domain. She hesitated for a minute but the guys convinced her to continue. She thought they were nice.

Around a corner they came to a fire and a great cliff opening. Around the fire sat another 10 guys. They were all drinking beers.

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

She sat down and before she realized had consumed another 4 beers. By now the hot sun and deficiency of solid food went to her head. She could feel a bit of a peel coming on.

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

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

The Male said to the other guys,"okay boys, lets scratch ”.

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 struggle to get away but the 4 males holding each arm held them like vice.

On the bulwark just inside the cave was a set of wrist shackles. They secured her by her articulatio radiocarpea with her hands stretched well above her head. Her toes kicked at the little pebbles barely touching the cave floor. She had no traction.

The one male stayed on the headphone to take directions and also operated a television camera. U/k to Fran a populate 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 fuck her defenselessly little body somewhere. Large hands caressed and touched her enclothe consistence everywhere. One male kissed her sticking his tongue far down her throat.
He held her by her neck.

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

Fran eventually wiggled and squirmed herself to the gunpoint of exhaustion. She hung there as the males rubbed every last column inch of her body. Her nipples erect and hard. Tingling in her inside. Her pussy pulsated.

She looked around and observed all sizes of difficult engorged cocks ranging in duration from 7 to 15 inches. The fear showed in her eyes.

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

"Remove her apparel"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 orotund firm delicious pap stood straight out. Each one received attention by rubbing, squeezing or being sucked on. Her nipples were tender. Hard as little rocks.

Pre cum wet shaft heads rubbed against her shorts and stage making the tan glisten.
Her jeans shorts ripped effortlessly down her legs revealing a little Triangulum string undersurface bikini. It had become wet from the care. The males cheered. Each position twine was gently pulled on revealing a shaved swollen clitoris. A male person knelt down and started flicking it with his long serpent like tongue. This gave Fran a butterfly wiz in her stomach. The lingua worked little R-2 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 climax ever. The male on the phone could tell. He told them to stop over and let her get worked up. After awhile they went back to work stimulating her some more.

The hot summer day made her sweat. Her integral body glistened as she hung limp tired and exhausted. Held up by two arm shackles. Her neck exhausted could not have her head up. It fell forward, her long brown stringy soaked pilus covering her typeface. petty pre orgasmic moan emitted from somewhere under the tomentum.

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

As the video was watched the person watching and giving orders rubbed their grueling as rock'n'roll cock. It was so good and controlling barking out orders and having them followed. It was like making their very own porn. All 9 in of steel could blow at any meter.

The video contingent was incredible. Frans seventh cranial nerve formulation were captured when her wet hair was pulled back. She unwittingly stared at the tv camera. A tired spent and exhausted face. But the aspect in her big puppy dog brown eyes begged them to devote her the biggest orgasm ever. She had so much pent up energy in her. A porn doer could not have done it considerably than poor Fran. Her fighting, sounds and crusade were spot on. Then her enfeeblement and pleading. The strait captured every little cry, groan and fink she emitted. The sweat on her tanned eubstance glistened and dripped. The Male around her like a pack of state of nature animals teased and tortured her up to climax 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 threshold at to the lowest degree 5 times. She had to release her pent up DOE. This made the males laugh. They had their directions.

They unchained her and put her on her knees…her wooden leg like jello trembled. Two boastfully cocks were placed in each of her devoid work force. She instinctively jerked them. He hands barely capable to grasp around them. The circumferences Brobdingnagian. She could palpate they were hard and the veins engorged.

Another male stood facing her. Her grabbed her wet sticky hair and pulled her face towards his turncock. It jammed down her throat making her choke coil. Fran successfully jerked the tow cocks off almost at the same time. She felt quick great quantities of cum spray down her tits and stomach. The Male moaning and grunting.

The male fucking her mouth squeezed her hair and wrenched her case against his body. Cum was injected down her throat. good deal. She swallowed his copious quantities of baby juice.

For the next three hours guys had their way with her. She was doubled by the two biggest guys. Her little firm tanned body was sandwiched and dwarfed by then as they fucked her in unison. One overly declamatory sized cock in her ass and the former in her twat. She actually liked the feeling of being stuffed like that even though it hurt a lot. She felt them pump her good of cum. Their dicks throbbed as they released their come into her. So much that it oozed down the interior of her palpitation legs. She knew one of these animals would impregnate her. Which one she thought.

One live order was given by the mysterious person on the early end of the video feed.
Fran was flipped onto her human knee. Her arms grabbed and spreading to her position made to grasp two Sir Thomas More rooster. A male lay under her and entered her cunt. Another knelt and forced his way easily into her cum covered moist asshole with a cock that made her scream. Two male stood facing her almost sword fighting to vie for her lip. The other males surrounded her and jerked their cocks. They were rasping. She received so much cum it would be in her for days.

She felt the warm spray from cocks hitting her back and hair. She felt like such a cyprian. 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 to the full insides. She swallowed the last two loads in her mouth.

The telecasting continued. On the early end the male making the order came 3 times. He thought that little vexer deserved that. Would it teach her a lesson ?

Fran exhausted fell asleep when the males were done. She eventually woke up and found well-nigh of her wearing apparel. Her white meat and abdomen bruised and covered with hickies. Her ass wellspring pounded and pussy dripped with cum. These guys knew what they were doing. They had not allowed her to cum. She had a glazed tone in her eyes. Her back stained and dirty and whisker looked like a messed up Bronx cheer nest.

She slipped her wet cum covered shorts on and tee shirt. The males had used both to wipe off their tool after they had had their way with her. The wearable smelled like sex.

She slowly walked out of the bush and returned home. At least cum from 5 men dripped between her drawers and down her leg. She could not stop it. If you saw her walking you would cogitate that poor girl flavor like a pack ravaged and had their way with her.

At home she did not tell her swain what had happened. Could he tell apart ... did he acknowledge ?