Myra spread the bushes apart to reveal quite a sex act. One cleaning woman was on her knees sucking a mammoth pecker while another Male was just about to recruit her from behind. Two other males stood around jerking their oversized cocks, pre-cum glistening on the heads.

Myra decided early that dayspring to take a hike up in the desert trails that surrounded her Arizona home. She absolutely loved the weather. Always hot and dry. She dressed for it, really skantily. She had long before obtained a perm tan.

Myra showered up early that dawn and the got dressed. Her hiking outfit consisted of picayune khaki shorts, a soused white-hot tee shirt and hiking boots with itty bitty socks. She wore her favorite old shuck cowpuncher hat to keep too much sun off her.

She brought two feeding bottle of water with her also to abide hydrous and her digital television camera. Off she went in her landrover. Of course with the top down.

The day was going to be expectant. It was only ten in the break of day but it was already eighty degrees. Little beads of exertion formed on her.

She was surprised to see a few cars already there. Usually the trail was not utilized so heavily.

As she walked the fret started to pour down her os frontale. It was unusually warmly this former in the day.

She hiked up to her favorite spot on canyon bluff. From there you could see for nautical mile. The views and vista were breath taking. Blue sky with not a cloud.

After a short rest period she continued down into the valley. It was a plunge descent and you had to be careful you did not twist an ankle.

About 1000 feet down onto the canyon Myra heard what sounded like a squeal off to her left hand. She stopped and waited, listening. She could discover damp voices that sounded a few century groundwork away. They echoed very slightly through the tall dark red canyon walls.

She decided to investigate and followed an old donkey path towards where she thought the noises came from.

Myra came up to an area that was brushed in. Myra spread the bushes apart to reveal quite a sex act. One cleaning woman was on her articulatio genus sucking a gigantic cock while another male was just about to infix her from behind. Two other male stood around jerking their oversized peter, pre-cum glistening on the heads.

They were only about 25 feet away. Myra was transfixed and could not look away.

The lady friend was probably South American in ancestry. nighttime colored skin color. Jet black hairsbreadth, shiny. She was small. Under five fundament. Thin, but not starving looking. Tight, lean and not an ounce of fat on her body.

Her hair was really long. It fell straight from her head to the ground brushing on it when she was positioned on her genu. Her unfluctuating small ass begged to be fucked. It jutted up into the air. Almost begging to get it.

Myra could not tell of the girl was in trouble or was a will participant in the trial by ordeal. She could not help but want to watch to see what was going to happen.

The vauntingly Male in front of her kneeled. His veiny large pulsating peter pumped in and out of her little sass. Myra could find out the miss gargling and choking occasionally. The man steadied himself by wrapping smattering of her jet black glossy hair around his fists. He pulled her hard towards him with each thrust in like guiding the reigns of a horse.

The man positioned behind the girl licked his right mitt and rubbed it between her peg up to her asshole. He then gently guided his enceinte mushroom headed cock into her. Myra heard a muffled cry of pain. The cry was stifled though as the poor girl had just as big of a cock fucking her mouth. She could not talk or protest early than let out muffled cries.

Myra watched the two former men stroke their cocks while standing on each side of the piteous girl.

As she scanned the field she saw the girls clothes. A pair of blue runner still with the laces done up were scattered ten feet from the scene. A little cotton wool ecru summer dress with spaghetti strap was laid out on a large rock. The lady friend small lacy pantie still hung off her entrust leg.

The men picked the poor girl up and kept her face down. It was if she was flying Myra idea. A man on each side held each arm stretched out to her side. The guy in battlefront held her up by her farsighted pilus. Still fucking her human face down her throat. The behind man was just that. His dick still pumping her ass. He held each leg by her thighs. Myra watched her toes tense up and kink with each ass thrust.

They worked the poor girl over like a rag doll. These guys had stamina or were disciplined. They worked away at her for at least fifteen bit before the guy up strawman came in her mouth. He called her a bitch under his breath and told her to swallow it all as he even more vigorously smashed his pelvis into her face.

The poor girl by now looked even better outside in the desert sun. Her trunk was completely drenched with sweat. She glistened.

Myra pulled out her television camera and placed it on video mode. This mass turned her on. After all what could she do she thought to herself ? She could not rescue the poor lady friend. At least she had evidence if this act was against the poor lady friend will.

The man fucking her ass came shortly after. Myra could see the man dig his fingers into the hapless girls pelvis. The former men had had let her down after the guy blew his encumbrance into her back talk. The miss was now face down on the desert base. As the guy pumped her from behind he thrust so heavily she was pushed along the ground. Dirt covered her nerve and peg entangled in her jet black hair.

He then blew his incumbrance. He squeezed her ass impudence together and milked his stopcock clean into her tight petty ass for a minute.

The men all stood then, admiring the girl.

Myra had not realized that during watching this show she had become a slight aroused herself. She looked down at her fork and saw she had been getting wet and excited. Her khaki trivial boxers were damp between the legs. Myra then imagined she could be that girl getting ravaged by four guys she did not even know. It excited her.

Myra continued to watch as the men stroked their rooster and stood over the girl. She wondered how a good deal this lady friend could brook. The giant cocks must almost be tearing her apart. Such a small-scale sexy body could not handle things of that size.

The men pulled the lady friend to her stifle. Her firm c cup boob stood at aid. Her whisker now a disheveled mass with branches in it and dirt on her face.

The other two guys that had not released their dozens into the little prize. They picked her up effortlessly. They sandwiched her in between them and shadow her with their mammoth size. A tool entered her asshole and one in her slit. They pumped her up and down. The sweat dripped off her like a tap.

Now Myra could learn here sounds. The men did not breed her mouth. The young lady cried and moaned out loudly. Her groan echoed through the canyon. This missy was getting the hoot fucked out of her. The two men not fucking her stood at the incline necking and touching her little bosom. They took number grabbing her jaw and face and forcefully kissing her mouth and cheeks. She either did appear to resist or grow away because she was either overpowered or because she was a willing participant.

The little girl was bounced up and down by the men for ten minutes on their Walter Piston like cocks. Finally they ejaculated into her, almost in unison. Baby ejaculate driven deep inside her porta. The men grunted like barbaric brute as they filled her small cavities.

They were done. They set her down on the solid ground, got dressed and left.

Myra waited awhile. She eventually crept out carefully, not wanting to have too a lot noise.

She stood and stared at the girl laying on the ground. She was like a petty angel. Cum dripped from between her trembling peg and down her cheek. She looked up smiling. A offer in the Dubya came from behind Myra .