Nicole sauntered across the park toward the going. It had been a wonderful day ; the sun was shining, the breeze lighter and refreshing, and the character of day she wished she could enjoy more often.

It started when she woke this sunup and looked at her alarm clock, it wasn't waking her, it read 08:30, much later than the common 06:00 she'd see when it woke her up, and she smiled, the perfect way to start her a good deal needed vacation.

Naked, she got out of her bed and walked to the bathroom, stopping to enjoy the survey in her full length mirror. Though liking what she saw, a bit of a grimace crossed her side as she stare at her 34B bureau. She wondered how she would depend with a 36B or a 34C bust and had considered getting an augmentation but was worried it would look awkward in contrast to her 22"waist. She liked her hips, a courteous 32 ”, not so large as to bulge below her waist nor so diminished they didn't seem to exist. Besides, from behind, they were nicely accentuated but her firm little ass. Her legs were well toned, not muscular, but not skinny either, but never looked quite mighty unless, slipping on a couple of 2"blackguard,"Perfect."She thought admiring the curve of her second joint, calves and ankles. Satisfied she could still be found attractive, she continued on her way to the lav to ‘ freshen up ’.

She brought her bathrobe with her as she exit the bathroom, but after taking one Thomas More admiring look into the mirror, she threw the robe on her bed and, still naked but for her shoes, went for breakfast. Over her toast and deep brown, she relished in the fact that she was nude. She wished she could be this way more often, and was unforced to be, but she had the melodic theme that her spinster boss, not to mention all the prudes in her neighborhood, would disapprove so, finishing her breakfast, she went to her closet and put on her lightest and skimpiest sundress.

Exiting the house, she bask in the warmth of the sun and walked along the sidewalk toward the park.

"You really should lock your threshold, you know,"it was widow smith, her neighbor,"aren't you worried about thieves ?"

"No, Mrs. Smith,"Nicole answered,"the region watch is so good here, I'm sure as shooting all I have is safe."

"case yourself, Mrs. Smith chided,"but don't blame me if multitude sneak in."

Nicole just smiled, said her so long and walked the four cube to the metropolis park.

The park was huge, plenty of playgrounds for tyke, miles of walking trails, baseball game and association football and cricket William Claude Dukenfield, and, most importantly to Nicole, benches, benches everywhere.

Nicole smiled and hummed as she traverse the park at a at leisure yard heading for her favorite bench. She was in no rush, she enjoyed the tactile sensation of her teat being rubbed by the garb, she felt moments of excitation as the breeze occasionally blew up her wearing apparel to kiss her unprotected privates, and she enjoyed the heat of the sun slowly tanning her legs.

Reaching the bench she sought, she removed her garb. She hated tan lines and, knowing this bench was far enough away from the walking course and make for expanse, here she could sunbathe undisturbed. She lay face down on the bench and started to giggle thought process that the sun was shining where the old expression said it don't. She loved the feeling of the sun on her back and ass, and even loved the flavour of the gentle wind sliding up her legs and across her pussy more. Sharing these two sensations washing over her body, she reached down and started to play with her clit, slowly pinching at first, than scraping across it with a fingernail, and finally long hard virgule with an exponent finger until fulfillment. She slowed the rubbing down, enjoying the terminal throbbing between her legs as she massage them away before turning over to tan her front.

Her chief snapped up suddenly checking her trunk, she had fallen asleep and didn't know for how foresighted. ‘ The last thing I need is to spend the adjacent few days with sunburn boob, ‘ she thought, ‘ although it would be an self-justification to stay defenseless, but the persuasion of my tits peeling, or my ... ?'Deciding not to take any Thomas More chances of falling asleep, Nicole decided it was sentence to go away. She draped her dress over one shoulder, still enjoying the sun and snap on her raw body, before heading back on a rarely, if ever, used by anyone but her path. She listened as she walked for any disturbance that would indicate one of the playing fields was being used to determine when, or if, she should put her dress on, and hearing nil, she threw the dress over the former shoulder and continued on her way.

Nearing the end of her at leisure naked walk, Nicole could see the parking lot just ahead, empty save for one van. She stopped just long enough to don her clothes, then, after about another XX paces she entered the parking lot.

Not seeing anyone in the van, she wondered how practically thirster she could deliver remained au naturel when something caught her eye ; the glide door to the van was out-of-doors. Looking around, she couldn't see anyone, raising her curiosity, so she went to the van to search inside, calling ‘ hullo"every few whole step. Close decent to the van, Nicole put a manus on the fomite and started to be given forward to take a peep inside when some kind of cloth was wrapped around her face. Before she could move back, a pair of hands grabbed her by the elbows pulling her arms behind her rear and leaning her into the fomite. Seconds after her elbows were pinned ; a third pair of hands took her by the ankle and lifted her into the van, face down on the floor of the cargo area.

No sooner was she on the floor when the van face door slammed shut. Her snatcher worked as a team, the offset tying the material behind her oral sex, the second was tying her wrists together above her head and affixing them to the dorsum of the van, a third tying one articulatio talocruralis to a regular on the floor of the van while a one-quarter tied her early ankle joint to something high ( the ceiling ? ) and Nicole started to struggle harder as she felt a paw started playing with her expose cunt.

Once she was firmly secured, Nicole felt her frock being raised until it passed by her hands leaving her as exposed as possible. Helplessly bound and blindfolded, Nicole started to panic, trying to regain a agency to turn tail, when a set of mitt turned her heading so she faced away from the level. As one set of paw held her top dog still, a second set of mitt rolled up the cloth covering her grimace to just below the nose.

Thinking this might be her only opportunity, Nicole took a mysterious hint hoping her riot might draw someone's attention, but before she could give forth her supplication, her mouth was covered by flesh and she heard the Christian Bible ‘ slug ’. She kept her mouth closed refusing to pleasure her opponent, but when the weight on her typeface shifted and two band of fingernails started to pierce her tits, she concede to the commands. Just as Nicole's knife started to fondle the twat over her mouth, she felt one leg slide behind her, one leg slide along her stomach and suddenly she was being scissored.

"I'm being raped by charwoman,"Nicole realized,"by four ( ? ) women, or are there more than four ? Will I have to eat out all four, be fucked by all four ?"Her idea were broken by the fingernails at her breast again and she realized in her panic she had stopped licking, she began again, this time with earnest, hoping to end this as soon as potential. She hated being forced like this, not having control, at the whim of others, but this was her fate, and she had to have it. She felt her rapists clitoris throb against hers and it almost caused her to orgasm as well, but she refused to give the bitch the gratification at felt vindicated knowing she denied her that atonement. No Oklahoman had the legs been removed from around her body then tresses of hair slid along the lower of her legs and a mouth pressed against her pelvis.

The mouth was skilful, genuine good. Within endorsement Nicole stopped licking, she was panting to heavy to use her mouth for anything else, she started to quiver and moan as she fought the impulse to resign until her fruitless endeavor to resist were broken by the unrelenting torments of the invading tongue.

"Oh God yes."Nicole groan as the pussy was raised from her mouth,"Yes, yes, oh fuck yes."She went silent as her dead body attempted to deform within the confines of her binding, her muscle clench, her knee bending together as lots as possible ( which wasn't much ), her finger's breadth and toes clenched and her expression bent toward her chest hitting the crotch hovering above her. Endless arcsecond passed before the backtalk released her genital organ and her trunk fell limp, only to receive her mouth kissed by a kitty, and another clitoris rubbing hers as she heard the fomite get-go. She felt the trend of being driven as she licked a twat to orgasm, only to cause it replaced by another, and another. She, herself, came several more times from the various clit rubbing hers by the time the fomite and the intimate violation stopped.

She felt her cover being released as a twosome of hands took the covering from her eyes."Happy Birthday."the four women, all protagonist of hers, shouted.

"What the fuck ?"Nicole shouted.

"Well,"one of the women explained,"you are always telling us, especially when imbibing, that you sometimes fantasize about being raped, a illusion most woman have, so, for your birthday, we let you live your fantasies."

"Oh you bitches,"Nicole warned laughing,"when I get my hands on you ..."

"wishing us,"one of the other added,"come get us."grabbing Nicole's dress, jumping out of the van and running, with the other three women, into Nicole's house.

"Wait,"Nicole shouted after them,"contribute me my ..."but the doorway to her household closed before she could finish."Fuck"she shouted before poking her head out of the van and, after looking around to pee certain no one was around, made a panache for her house, covering what she could of herself with her hands, glad she didn't take Mrs. Smith's suggestion about locking the door.

Entering the house, she quickly turned around, closed the threshold and locked it sighing with ease before an ear shocking ‘ surprise'caused her to turn around to see about eight women, her common pick-ups at the sapphic bar she frequently visited, standing in her keep room, all completely raw except for the strap-ons they were wearing.

"Happy natal day dear."said Mrs. John Smith coming from behind the others.

"Mrs Smith ?"a shocked Nicole asked staring at Mrs. Adam Smith's strap on,"You're ..."

"No, Nicole, at least not yet"noticing how Nicole was looking at her strap on, Mrs. Smith explained,"Oh, this"she said stroking the charge plate promontory of the phallus,"a left over from married life story, my late Jerry used to love a little ... variety, just to celebrate things interesting. Never had a hazard to use it with another adult female though until now so, like all your friends here, I was hoping to make sure you had one hell of a nookie natal day political party and put this baby to use. ”