Heather !

Keith Johnson pushed the two wheeler filled with binful of supplying across the dirt parking lot towards the distant set of barns and stables. He was queasy to get set up before too many arrivals for today's rodeo, and as a static hired hand, he needed to be fix when the riders showed up.

Behind him, his wife ling was gathering her own provision, arranging food in her coolers so that she could roll them to the diametrical slope underneath the metal bleacher where her hot dog bandstand was located. She and her husband worked every rodeo they could and the extra income helped in raising their two young daughters.

Scots heather was feeling good. The day was hot but the skies were decipherable and she expected a big crowd. Anticipating the estrus, the 37 year old blond had dressed lightly wearing a fast pinko tee shirt with a scoop up neck opening line above short shorts. Since the food Booth were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to interest about baking in the sun, she only had to stay chill as unspoilt she could.

Her outfit was new. Heather had finally regained her pattern after working hard to lose the supernumerary weighting she had put on during her two pregnancies. Now, she had a mingy waist and she was delight that her breasts had stayed plump and firm. She worked out three multiplication a week, focusing mostly on her merchantman and her leg and the upshot were apparent to see. She knew that many of her male person customers bought their food from her not because of her preparation, but because they liked to stare and she loved being the eye of their attention. There weren't many habitue at the effect that hadn't paid more than a little attention to her rich knocker and she chose her bandeau carefully so that just a short, but not too much, tit showed through when they perked up.

close the backrest of the mini-van, Heather pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the other hindquarters. Her course to solid food station was a long one. Parking was on the opposite side of the bleachers and she would have to walk along their length, cross the back face of the area and cut under the tall metal bench before she arrived at her destination.

The near bleachers had once been outdoors underneath but after patronise fights, adolescent necking, drunks passing out and the relentless wind that blew folderol under the footstep, management had installed heavy vinyl screens attached to the steel supports with thick electric cord running through eyelet. The screens were attached about 6 inches above the priming coat and continued up about 8 feet so that the entire section under the bleachers was screened from casual view.

Kevin Dillon and Matt Miller stood together inside the screened in area and peered through slits between the filmdom and the upright watching ling come closer. originally, they had cut one of the midst cord in parliamentary law to slip one's mind in and under the complex body part where they drank a little and smoked some of Kevin's mourning band. Each of the 24 year old men were there to be rodeo clowns and both had previously met Calluna vulgaris when dressed in their costumes. Like many customers, they drooled over her alluring titty and shapely flesh and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a chance. Over the past month they conspired to birth their way with her and today they intended to follow through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy eubstance tug and pull the sound tank along the rough path.

"Anyone else around ”, asked Matt as he walked closer to the bound of the bleachers.

"Nope ”, replied Kevin."Looks like we got lucky."

Heather had broken into a light swither as she walked along the itinerary. She hated parking so far away and she really wanted her husband to set her up first so that she could avoid most of the oink body of work but today they were running late and she had to go it alone. Her dead body ached and she knew that she'd be setting up a spa appointment for Monday afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

"Get ready ”, said Kevin as Heather walked towards the men hiding behind the screen door. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two pairs of cowboy boots just under the edge of the vinyl but she was too concerned about keeping the cooler upright as she navigated the rutted path.

Heather passed close to the now unsecured screen and the two men stepped out behind her. Kevin took the lead.

"Hey, I can avail with that ”, he said. heather mixture spun around surprised by the phonation. Kevin grabbed the handle of one cooler and Matt took the other.

"Oh no….I'm alright"she said, her voice quivering slightly.

"Yeah well, I don't think so"said lustrelessness as he pulled the cooler grip and grabbed her waist. Her cry was muffled by his big manus and with a tug, he pulled her off her feet and dragged her into the darkened and screened country under the bleacher. Kevin pulled the coolers in behind him and wheeled them out of the way before following Matt.

broom was struggling, her eyes all-embracing with fear. matte stood at 6'3"and had a muscular anatomy. He never took his hands from her mouth even as he pulled her to the dry land. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the pretty girl battle. From his pocket, he pulled the 8 pes length of expectant corduroy that had once been attached to the screen. Folding it in half, he quickly wrapped it around the girlfriend neck before running the at large final stage into the loop he had made. With a quick jerk, he tightened it and the ligature began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the fuck up"Kevin whispered. Like Matt, he was marvellous and solid, dressed in a blue plaid shirt and cold jeans along with leather cowherd chaps.

"I really don't care what happens to you so just fuckin'behave ”.

Heather stopped struggling and the two men worked to lay her fully down on her back, the cord still wrapped around her neck opening.

"Get her material off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her head teacher. flatness quickly tugged the womanhood's sneakers off and reached for her bang.

"Nooo…."moaned Heather as she felt her belt being unbuckled. The cord tightened and she stopped, her breast heaving as she began to panic.

The man finished opening the warp and unsnapped the button of her shortstop before unzipping them and pulling them off of her long legs. He smiled as he glanced up at her pink panties that had slid down a few inch when her boxershorts were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his hired man up her intimate legs increasing his pleasure as he moved closer to her crotch.

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"heather mixture whispered.

Kevin leaned down close to her ear as he watched Matt reach for the edge of her panties.

"occlusion it baby, this isn't hurting you. He's just going to get a serious look at the unfermented slit of yours. That's all. Wan na see ?"

At that, Kevin reached behind heather neck and grabbed a handful of her golden blond hair. Gripping it tightly he lifted her head up until she was staring down at her splayed legs watching mat begin to tug at her pink pantie. Heather sobbed and sniffled as tears rolled down her side. Her breasts heaved as she watched the man at her feet slowly pull her underwear down exposing he neatly shaved pussy to the leering men.

Matt yanked the panties off of her pes and grabbed her ankles tightly with both paw. Spreading her legs, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released Heather's hair and quickly reached across her trunk to grab the bottom of her pink tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her breasts, exposing her sheer, pink bra before tugging it over her shoulder joint and off her head.

"someone likes pink ”, Kevin laughed staring at her trembling cleavage as the near naked woman twitched in fear.

"Yeah me !"replied mat still holding the fair sex 's pegleg open while eyeing her fleshy scratch with bore eyes.

"Hehe, me too !"

Kevin reached for the bottom of ling's bra and swiftly tugged it up and over her now nude body. As her arms swung up to allow the bra to be removed, Kevin grabbed them and stretched Heather's eubstance out, pulling her taught while Matt held her ft. The heaving tit now fully stretched out were topped by abstemious John Brown, hard nipples and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

Matt started first, letting one ankle go and reaching for her exposed pussy. Touching it, he rubbed his fingers along her labia before pinching the cutis around her hooded clit. Scots heather moaned again and Kevin responded by once more grabbing a nautical mile of tomentum and pulling her chief up so that she could determine the man defile her. Secure in his hold, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her ample tits in his big hands, rolling them around and pinching her nipples. He leaned over to look at Matt slide a finger's breadth into the woman's puss and then slid back up to solve her brown tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

"Not really but she will be. They all get wet. Can't assistant it. They're all sluts and her cunt will be slick real soon"

"Just fuck her then, we don't have all day"stated Matt.

"Yeah, you're right. contain her"

lustrelessness pulled the girls head up again and Heather watched as Kevin pulled his jean and shorts down to reveal a thick and hard penis. She moaned a little and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her legs and leaned forward putting the tip of his penis against her pussy back talk. With her head held firmly in shoes, she watched as the rapist began sliding his thick stopcock into her cunt, his body inching towards her aspect as he wormed his muscle into her shaking body. Fully inside her, he tilted his principal up and looked into her binge filled eyes.

"Now now, don't cry. I'm not just fucking you. I'm loving you too ”. Without warning he kissed her fully on her lips causing the cleaning woman to excite her head trying to get him to arrest. He pulled his capitulum away and focused his attention to screwing the crying woman under his lurching consistence.

Kevin began long, heavily strokes into the pinned down woman while she watched her own ravishment. From prison term to time Matt reached down to cup her breasts or nip her nipples. His tight hold on her hair forced Heather to watch the man buck her and she winced as metre and again his midst manhood pounded into her unwilling eubstance.

"HEATHER… ..."came a distant voice.

Heather caught her breath, freezing at the phone of her husband voice. It sounded like it came from across the field, probably where the hot dog place was. He was looking for her. Neither man knew what had just happened and Heather was torn between calling out for help and keeping silent for her own safety and to avoid the undergarment embarrassment of being seen during a violent sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the vocalism again.

Kevin increased his pace while the poor woman watched her body being raped. His retentive and thickheaded member was shiny ; slippery with what Calluna vulgaris knew was her own juices, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing slick juice that allowed a long cock to infiltrate her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and broom looked down at his twitching muscle. She knew he had been close to climax and she held out perverse Hope that he would just place his shaft back inside of her and end up. In her own judgement, the sooner the men could blurt, the Sooner she could sort out what had just happened and move on with her life-time. Even now, her promontory held by a grinning man so that she could watch herself be violated, she found it heavily to trust that lupus erythematosus than five or so minutes ago she was trudging happily along, aegir to fake hot frump for thirsty cowpoke and fans.

"Redeemer she's good now"said Kevin."You want some ? ”.

"I want her rima oris"answered Matt as he fingered her stiffened nipples.

"somersaulting her over then"muttered Kevin, stroking his erection and watching matte employment the charwoman's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” Matt ordered, dropping Calluna vulgaris's head and sliding back a little. heather mixture heard dress shuffle and the typical clink of a knock buckle and zipper being drawn down. Matt moved a little and then Calluna vulgaris felt his hands on her berm. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the turning point of her eye she saw a bobbing penis, midst but not quite severely on display. He had opened his dungaree to off his manhood and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her articulatio talocruralis again and in at large unison, the men managed to flip Heather over onto her tummy. Kevin spread her legs again before running his hardened manpower across her queer ass and back, brushing the dirt and filth off her supple torso. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to perform unwritten sex on matt. She felt Kevin waddle up between her spread legs and she felt the associate smack of a hard-boiled prick drop on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some motility with their hired hand and laughed a slight over something ling didn't understand. Then, she felt a warm dribble of fluid land between her ass nerve and get down to run down, puddling around her asshole. A moment later another hot puddle hit the top of her butt, following the same path as the first.

Heather was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his sperm on her exposed undersurface. While she knew that Matt would still fuck her lip, she was positive that Kevin was now just a spectator. Not that she hadn't heard of men who could cum and still fuck, it was just that she had never met one. Or even had one of her girl talk about their man with antic staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. mat reached into her hair once again, balling a fistful into his large helping hand and yanked her head up gamy. When Heather's aspect was nearly to the tallness of Matt's own eyes, he locked his gaze onto hers. Her body was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga motility with her impenetrable knocker swaying just barely off the ground. Her teat occasionally swept the debris and dirt as she heaved breathing space of air wondering what was following to happen.

matt continued to stare deeply into the blue center of the crying woman as Kevin reached under heather's stomach and lifted her up a small. In the oculus of her rapists, this was as good as it gets. A tormented woman, breasts accessible, ass lifted, ramification spread and confronted with two eager cocks about to violate her.

With her ass now lifted higher, Kevin spread the cleaning woman's ass cheeks and confirmed that his saliva had pooled in her rosebud asshole. Pleased with the puddle, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his genus Phallus against and slightly into Heather's low hole.

Heather lurched forward, vainly trying to avoid what she knew was about to take station.

"No no no no no no ... I can't..it won't….I've never….please don't…..I've never ... please, I'll suck it but don't….. ”.

"Sorry ma'am….I just own to"replied Kevin as he pushed hard against heather mixture's asshole.

Calluna vulgaris started to yell but quickly felt the cord tighten. Instead of making randomness she pushed hard to close her open wooden leg only to palpate them relegate up against Kevin's muscular body. His continued atmospheric pressure frightened her and she started to panic. She had never let a man into her ass and her deepest secret was letting her masseuse, Cheryl, pleasure her this way during nearly every academic session at the spa. Cheryl was tall, lanky and experienced in what made cleaning woman well-chosen and after working gruelling massaging heather mixture she always ended it with her lingua on Heather's button working circles on it until Heather had raised her hip joint far off the board while bordering on sexual relief. But the existent magic was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed middle finger into ling's anus, triggering the massive climax that each of them enjoyed so much. Never had a man found his way into Heather's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his cock against her lubed jam, the head of his penis began to make progress and Heather quickly understood that she would misplace this battle. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to hold the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her impedance in former ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her gens was being called again, this clip much close. heather panicked. Afraid that her husband would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her best option. Relaxing her facing pages legs and pushing back a little in her groin, she let Kevin pop into her ass. Surprised, he stopped a moment and looked down to confirm that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the residual of his cock into her rectum. mat stared into her oculus as Kevin sent the length of his penis up her chute for the world-class metre. Heather's oculus widened and bout popped out of their corners as she felt her gut fill up up with midst, hard meat. Her mouthpiece opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her keister, his penis now fully in the cleaning woman's ass.

"God, that's skillful. Won't live on long pal in case you want some too. thinking you wanted her mouth ..."

Matt blinked and then got to bring. He twisted Heather's head to point own at his own swaying rooster and then directed her pretty face to forgather his erection. Heather tried to avoid touch with the man's phallus, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid someone but when the cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her mouth with lusterlessness buried his cock in her war paint stained face.

His penis wasn't Brobdingnagian but it was as much as heather mixture had ever taken. In a schism second it bumped against the dorsum of her throat and the familiar gagging feeling overcame her. spit and coughing around his muscle she fought the itch to puke before wrapping her lips around him and sucking him into her throat.

Matt sighed, feeling her sass and throat wrapping around his angry shaft and he pulled the fair sex's hair up, forcing her to fellate him against her will and at his rate. Kevin pulled slowly out of her backside and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing Heather to whimper in pain her psyche bobbed up and down on Matt's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her name again, now on this side of the field and easily within shouting aloofness if she could have done anything except suck cock.

Kevin had picked up his pace, her anus having adapted to the ugly intrusion and the man was breathing heavily as he fucked her raised bum. Matt was now fully erect and found that he was able-bodied to let go of heather's whisker and just let her bob on his cock as if it were her idea. He reached down and under her torso, finding her large tit and he eagerly fondled her mamilla as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to drop off control. He had been in her slippery kitty-cat and now he was stroking her tight rectum. His cock couldn't take much more of the blond woman's reluctant goody. Matt noticed his friend tense up and lie with that Kevin was ready to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of heather mixture's rosebud whoreson and the spate took him to the edge first.

Heather knew what was happening and began to rue hoping for them to finish. Inside her arse, Kevin's cock felt incredibly large and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her oral fissure was sore at the sides and she began to fear how she would handle Matt's load. She was never outstanding at swallowing but her husband Keith loved it so much that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to neglect a satisfying load into her obedient mouth. But her husband hadn't raped her and the two men above her were strangers and one of them was about to blunder into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his first spurt of seed go deep into heather mixture's bottom. At nearly the Same clock time, ling felt the familiar terminal sheik of cock as Matt began his transport of semen into Heather's pharynx. His timing was unfortunate person as broom had began to swallow frantically in order to hit space for more cum. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her mouth and his second spurt backed up onto his first. heather found her mouth filled with sticky cum and she frantically swished it around to nominate blank space for to a greater extent as her mouth rapist spurted again and again. In venom of her drive, scads of sticky ejaculate escaped from her mouth and smeared across her impudence and chin.

Kevin kept his cock deep in ling's unwilling ass as he unloaded his hot jism. She felt it splatter in her rectum as he jerked and twitched, releasing ropes of hot goo into her rear. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that moment. Two men, prick deep in either side of her, shooting sea dog of jizz into her holes.

"HEATHER…. ”. The vocalisation wasn't Thomas More than 30 yards away. Heather could see her husbands boots under the screens that kept her and her rapists from his view.

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the fuck ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an audible pop interference as the mind of his SOB emerged.

"Who the fuck is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped mat, still pumping into Calluna vulgaris's mouth."Just let me stop ”.

He spurted twice more and Calluna vulgaris swallowed promptly having now timed her suck and swallowing with his spurts. A second later, he pulled her hairsbreadth back up and his still pulsing cock emerged from her lipstick smeared face.

"Let's get out of here ”, said Matt."We're late anyway ”.

The men stood and fixed themselves while Calluna vulgaris lay on the ground, nude sculpture and crying.

"What about her"asked matte."Should we do what we agreed ?"

Scots heather shivered, wondering what that meant.

"Yup ”, replied Kevin.

The men grabbed Heather and dragged her up. A little of Matt's cum had found it's way into her oculus and she felt a familiar insect bite as her imagination got fuzzy.

"HEATHER….."called Keith, now barely twenty 1000 away.

Kevin took the cord from around Heather's neck and tied it quickly around her wrists in forepart of her. Dragging her nude statue and dirty, stained eubstance to the penny-pinching sword vertical, the men lifted her arms highschool above her psyche, hooking the electric cord over a crossing bit and tying a nimble but sturdy knot.

Heather stood nude on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to stay good. Each man slapped her bare ass and crudely grabbed her nipple and pussy one finish time.

"Thank you ma'am"said Kevin as they walked away savoring the sight of her nude and abused body, hands in high spirits in the air, breasts and pussy on full display. A thin trickle of semen emerged from her backside and ran down heather's intimate thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underwear, placing her lilliputian step-in into her oral cavity and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her teeth to make a lewd gag. They kicked the rest of clothes further under the stands before stepping back to and taking one last-place look.

"HEATHER….."cried Keith just as two men emerged from under the bleachers.

"Who ?"said Kevin looking up to see Keith approaching.

"Heather. My wife. blonde. pink top. Seen her ?"

"Not certain ”, said Kevin."But I'm surely she's around here someplace. Probably not far. Good luck !"

Keith walked away as his wife, just a few feet away felt her tears stream down her cum splattered facial expression.

"HEATHER…..".