It was a gorgeous day for a effort. Heather drove along listening to the purring power of the red Mustang 's railway locomotive, top down, sunglasses on, her long blonde air billowing in the duck soup. She cruised along the backcountry road leaving a trail of dust in her wake. She had left that day going to my ranch, she needed to get out of town and escape a bit. Not knowing how the day would go she had dressed up a bit for the occasion, snowy billowy blouse that would show her titty to good event, black mini skirt and calf-high, low heeled, disastrous leather iron boot to show off her pegleg. A black flip-flop and a sheer white-hot bra, that let the people of color of her tit show, completed the ensemble. She liked to bear witness her self off when ever the opportunity presented itself.

Her breadbasket growled and she glanced at the box she had packed for tiffin and decided she would find a billet to picnic. About 10 minutes down the road she found a spot with a few piece of cake table next to a rushing creek. Two cars were parked there. One at the far end of the breeze domain, a couple was eating at that tabular array at that end. The early car was parked at the early end and she could see the guy had his hat pulled down over his eyes napping the afternoon away. She parked close to the seconf car and glanced at me. `` Not bad, '' she thought from what she could see. She casually undid a couple of push on her blouse, a sparkling in her eye, gathered up her lunch and got out of the car. Walking to a board not to far from her car, she could see the husband looking at her. She pretended to degenerate something on the ground and bent grass over to pick it up, exposing her tit to the staring hubby. She glanced up, smiling, licking her sassing, as his middle grew round in astonishment at the deal of her breasts. She sat down at the table facing the couple making indisputable the young husband had a good view of her as she ate.

She jumped a petty in surprise when she heard a voice behind her. `` Miss, I just might feature to take you in for indecent pic, '' I said. She turned towards me as I sat down, uninvited, beside her, straddling the bench. She was surprised to see me, licking her lips a little. `` Why John the Evangelist, I do n't know what you are talking about, '' she replied. `` Oh, I think you do, your damn near barren ass naked under that shortsighted chick, '' I grinned in homecoming. The young married man continued to gaze at them from the far end of the clearing. I move one hand and remainder it lightly on her lower back. `` In fact, I might just put you in manacle and take you away with me. '' She stiffened slightly as my hand moves down her backrest and over her ass. I tilt towards her resting my other hired hand on the table. She continues to eat pretending not to acknowledge where my paw was. She feels her cunt scratch line growing moist and her nipple hardening at my soupcon.

'' I think I need to chink to make for sure you are wearing something underneath that wench. '' She feels my hand slip underneath her dame and caress her firm ass. `` wellspring, I 'll be, you are wearing something underneath there. Not often of something though. '' My finger's breadth slip under her thong as I spoke to her. My other hand slips underneath the table resting lightly on her thigh. She sees the young married man still staring at her as he talked with his wife. `` I think I want you to blockade touching me, '' she whispers hoarsely to me, she feels her legs spread slightly the fire starting to smolder in her pussy.

'' I do n't cogitate you really want me stop now, do you ? '' I question. My hand slips underneath the front of her wench, gently rubbing across her thong covered pussy, my other handwriting caressing and squeezing her ass. She closes her centre and holds back a moan, squirming a little on the bench, her legs dissemination wider apart. At the other table, she watched the Lester Willis Young wife got up clearing the breeze board as the hubby continued to watch. `` Ahhh, yes, I do want you to discontinue, '' she stutters, her voice growing husky with desire, her face flushing. Her mamilla growing harder and poking through her blouse as her twat becomes wet with her juices.

'' Well then, I 'm just going to have to take you in then, '' I replied. The handwriting on her puss luxate underneath her flip-flop, rubbing across her wet rim and flicking across her clitoris. Her thighs tenses as her desire grows, her peg spreading wider. Across the clearing the couplet had stood up, a huge bulge in the husband 's pants clearly visible. He grabbed a blanket from the bench beside him and he and his wife disappeared into the thicket.

My mitt left her ass. She hears something doggerel then I reach around her grabbing her hand and forcing it behind her back. She feels cold steel wrap around her wrist and a dog as something snapped abode. Before she can react I had grabbed her former script pulling it behind her back and closing the other half of my handcuffs around it. One finger slips into her cunt my hitch rubbing her clit. A low moan escapes from her sassing, `` oh god..mmm, ''
her back arching, shoving her bosom out for all to see as I pull the handcuffs tight behind her. My hired man left her pussy, pulling her blouse out from her dame slipping across her firm tum to fondle one pliant tit, pinching her hard, throbbing mamilla through her bra. She moans again. `` oh yes..yes..mmmm. ``

'' Stand up, '' I growl. I help her as she struggles to her human foot her manpower bound behind her. Walking her over to her car she feels my hard prick rubbing against her ass as they moved. `` Now, I 'm going to have to search you for any weapons. '' I lean her across the trunk of her mustang her face pressed against the sun-warmed metal, her breasts crushed against the car, her hard mammilla trying to dig through the automobile trunk lid. My hands moving down her body, raising her up slightly, slipping across her breasts, pausing to cabbage and pick off her nipples then moving down her side and caressing the unfluctuating cheeks of her ass. My bridge player go down away. She moans lightly.

'' No, do n't halt now, please touch me some more, '' she whimpers. `` You said you wanted me to hold back, '' I replied. `` No, God no, please pass water me cum, '' she begs. She feels one hand on her ass. She wiggles her hips and spread her wooden leg trying to incite me further. She feels me lifting her wench up exposing her ass to the sun, one paw slipping underneath her thong and spearing her rectum. She squirms up the car trying to escape the probing finger. I grab her hip with the former handwriting holding her tight, my finger lodging deep in her ass. She turns her head and moans `` oooohhh..aaaaahhhh, '' as I begin to push up my digit in and out.

She begins thrusting back at the finger her articulatio coxae start to roll and buck trying to ask the finger's breadth deeper. She feels my gruelling cock through my pants rubbing against her as she impales her ego on my finger. My unblock manus starts rubbing her throb clit through her thong stoking the fervency of her desire to new pinnacle. Pulling her thong to the face I thrust a finger into her hot, throbbing pussycat. She tries to arch away from the sudden penetration but the mitt and finger's breadth in her ass agree her tight against the car. My fingers are moving fast thrusting into her and she strains against the cuffs binding her script trying to take each digit as deep as she can. One finger's breadth creeps up her wet slit to her clitoris, rubbing the surd spiritualist electric organ and she cries out.

'' Ohhhhh, please roll in the hay me, I need your putz pounding inside me, '' she begs. `` Your not set up for my cock yet, you hot small fornicatress, '' I whisper. My finger are moving faster, in and out of her ass and snatch. She is on fire her body writhing against the warmly alloy of the car. Another digit joins the one in her pussy and she feels her thighs tensing her consistency beginning to go rigid as her orgasm approach. I stop and hold still, she tries to maintain fucking her self on my fingers but only strains against the cuffs. `` Noooo, do n't turn back, spend a penny me cum ! ! '' she cries again. My hands sequestrate and she whimpers for Sir Thomas More. She feels something difficult at the entrance to her slit. Desperately wiggling her ass she tries to get to the difficult intruder pillow slip into her throb pussy. She jumps as I thrust hard into her with my intemperate thick hammer. She squirms up the car trying to run away the big turncock that is splitting her in two. My mitt come down and hold her hip thrusting the full length of my thick cock into her pussy in one longsighted slash.

It feels like hot, hard brand filling her up completely and she cries out in pleasure and in pain. One hand ambit around and under to her tit to abstract and rally one hard nipple, the former teasing her ass as my cock begins long slack CVA into her pussy. Her judgment exploding in white light as her orgasm smack through her, her soundbox going rigid and bucking against the massive intruder buried in her puss. She turns her head and through her lust glazed oculus could just see the early couple in the Vannevar Bush watching them. The wife was on her hands and knee staring at her and she could just piddle out the husband pounding into her from tail. Just like I was doing to her right now.

I stopped for a bit then went wild slamming into her. Both workforce on her tits kneading the soft anatomy, pulling and pinching the blood-engorged nipples. She groans again and sense the fervour building anew inside her ravage slit. I continue slamming into her in hanker strokes and she is thrusting back to converge me taking me as bass as she can, trying to immobilise the intemperately thick putz inside her. Her own juices betraying her though, allowing the hot hard thick pole to mistake from the grasp of her snatch. I groan and increase my pace, one paw beginning to slap her ass with each thrust.

'' darn, I 'm going to cum in you now, Heather, '' I groan. She feels her own orgasm rising again, each slap sending an electric thrill straight to her clit. Her breasts are on fire, throbbing in time to her pulsation cunt. She feels me stiffening, the rigid cock driving deeper and she feels the hot seed, shooting into her from the throbbing psyche. Her coming subspecies through her like a consignment string as the monolithic pecker throbs and bucks inside her. She moans and air against the handcuffs her eubstance bucking against me, trapping my shaft inside her. I flop against her for a minute, my cock still hard inside her. I stood up, running my mitt gently across her back. `` wellspring, Calluna vulgaris let 's go to the ranch, '' I said breathlessly. She feels completely drained unwilling to prompt from the affectionate alloy of the car, as I pull my strong shaft out of her.

She wiggles her hips against me, hiking up her annulus, moving up and down and rubbing the tough shaft against the lips of her hot wet, pulsing kitty-cat. I groan as my prick slids up and down her wet slit. She leans against the car again spreading her legs and thrusting her ass back at me. She turns her drumhead, looking over her shoulder at me she licking her lips a cum hither song in her centre. I step to her, throwing her skirt across her spine her ass naked. My manus moving under her shirt to her breasts cupping, pinching and tweaking them in time to her moans as I rub my peter across her ass.

'' Nowww, pleassse fuck me again, '' She pleads waving her ass at me. I pinch her mammilla hard and thrust my cock deep into her puss in one surd stroke again. She cries out stretching up on her toes trying, for a moment, to escape from the hard prick inside her again. I pull back and pause for a moment with just the throbbing head lodged in her hot jam. She thrusts back trying to impale herself on the rampant shaft behind her.

'' Again, againnnn, pleassse, '' she begs. On command I thrust my rearing cock in to the hilt my formal slapping against her ass as she cries out her pleasure. Thrusting in and out of her hot pussy squeezing her bosom in rhythm to my cock slamming into her. My hired man milking her breasts and pinching her nipples, feeling each electric automobile rush racing from her spiritualist bosom to her smoldering clit. She arches back to touch each thrust of my tool taking me all the way in. I pause for a moment putting my hands on her pelvic girdle and withdrawing my rooster from her throbbing pussy. `` No, Nooooo, do n't leave me nowww. Fuck me ! '' she cries.

She feels the tip of the rigid shaft at her asshole. Desperately she wiggles her coxa grinding herself against me. I push forcefully but slowly against the tight closed chain of flesh. She cries out as the head forces its way in and slowly each inch of the unbending cock followes it into her deepness. I pause again, letting her flavor each throbbing vein of my peter. She starts to move slowly fucking herself on the cock buried in her ass. She picks up speeding and I start to take on each of her jab with my own. My manpower grab her rose hip pulling her harder and faster against me. One slipping forward to rub her pulsing purulent searching for her blood engorged button, rubbing it in tempo with our thrusting body. Sparks start going off in her promontory her soundbox tensing as she cries out to me.

'' Faster now, come on shag Me ! '' she cries. I respond, going savage my cock moving like Walter Piston in and out of her ass. The rubbing between our soundbox is intense. My fingerbreadth stop rubbing her clit and jot instead, an electricly bolt surges through her body. Her body bucking against me as her coming holla through her consistence. She rose up on her toes as I thrust harder and deeper into her. She feels my rooster pounding and spasming, as jets of hot T. H. White semen jet deep into her ass. She comes again as she feels the turncock continuing to flick and throb inside her. I collapse on top of her as she drops aganist the car. `` Follow me to the cattle ranch, This is just the kickoff. '' I whisper in her ear, gathering her mouth together with mine for a mystifying kiss .