Heather !

Keith Johnson pushed the two Sir Robert Eric Mortimer Wheeler filled with bins of provision across the dirt parking lot towards the distant set of barn and stables. He was queasy to get set up before too many arrivals for today's rodeo, and as a stable hand, he needed to be ready when the passenger showed up.

Behind him, his wife Heather was gathering her own supply, arranging food in her ice chest so that she could wheel them to the diametrical side underneath the metal bleachers where her hot dog outdoor stage was located. She and her husband worked every rodeo they could and the duplicate income helped in raising their two young daughters.

Calluna vulgaris was feeling good. The day was hot but the skies were clear and she expected a big crowd. Anticipating the heat, the 37 class old blond had dressed lightly wearing a pixilated pink tee shirt with a scooped cervix line above short-circuit boxers. Since the food stall were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to concern about baking in the sun, she only had to stay cool as best she could.

Her kit was new. Heather had finally regained her shape after working hard to suffer the excess weightiness she had put on during her two pregnancies. Now, she had a tight waist and she was please that her breasts had stayed plump and house. She worked out three metre a hebdomad, focusing mostly on her bottom and her legs and the results were plain to see. She knew that many of her Male customers bought their food from her not because of her cooking, but because they liked to stare and she loved being the center of their attention. There weren't many regulars at the upshot that hadn't paid more than a little attending to her ample bosom and she chose her bras carefully so that just a little, but not too much, nipple showed through when they perked up.

shutting the back of the mini-van, Heather pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the early behind. Her way of life to food for thought station was a long one. Parking was on the opposite side of the bleacher and she would have got to take the air along their length, cross the back side of the field and cut under the tall metal judiciary before she arrived at her terminus.

The virtually bleacher had once been open underneath but after frequent fights, teenagers necking, inebriate passing out and the relentless twist that blew trash under the stairs, management had installed heavy vinyl silver screen attached to the steel supports with thick cord running through eyelet. The screens were attached about 6 inch above the ground and continued up about 8 pes so that the entire subdivision under the bleacher was screened from nonchalant view.

Kevin Dillon and matte Miller stood together inside the screened in expanse and peered through cunt between the screens and the uprights watching Scots heather come finisher. former, they had cut one of the thick electric cord in order to slew in and under the social organisation where they drank a piddling and smoked some of Kevin's weed. Each of the 24 yr old men were there to be rodeo clowns and both had previously met Scots heather when dressed in their costumes. Like many client, they drooled over her alluring titty and shapely figure and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a chance. Over the past calendar month they conspired to have their way with her and today they intended to espouse through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy body tug and rip the weighty coolers along the crude path.

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

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

Calluna vulgaris had broken into a light sweat as she walked along the way. She hated parking so far away and she really wanted her married man to set her up first so that she could avoid most of the grunt 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 fix ”, said Kevin as Calluna vulgaris walked towards the men hiding behind the screen. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two pairs of cowboy kicking just under the edge of the vinyl but she was too touch about keeping the cooler upright as she navigated the furrow path.

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

"Hey, I can aid with that ”, he said. Heather spun around surprised by the voice. Kevin grabbed the handle of one cooler and Matt took the other.

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

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

heather was struggling, her eyes all-encompassing with fear. Matt stood at 6'3"and had a muscular physique. He never took his hands from her mouthpiece even as he pulled her to the soil. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the pretty girl struggle. From his pocket, he pulled the 8 foot length of heavy cord that had once been attached to the screen. Folding it in one-half, he quickly wrapped it around the daughter neck before running the loose ends into the closed circuit he had made. With a flying saccade, he tightened it and the binder began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the nooky up"Kevin whispered. Like matte, he was tall and hard, dressed in a blue tartan shirt and dusty jeans along with leather cowboy 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 stuff off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her brain. Matt quickly tugged the woman's stool pigeon off and reached for her belt.

"Nooo…."moaned heather as she felt her whang being unbuckled. The cord tightened and she stopped, her chest of drawers heaving as she began to panic.

The man finished opening the buckle and unsnapped the button of her shorts before unzipping them and pulling them off of her long pegleg. He smiled as he glanced up at her pink panties that had slid down a few inches when her boxers were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his hands up her inner wooden leg increasing his pleasure as he moved closer to her crotch.

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"Heather whispered.

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

"full point it baby, this isn't hurting you. He's just going to get a honest look at the sweet twat of yours. That's all. Wan na see ?"

At that, Kevin reached behind Heathers cervix and grabbed a handful of her halcyon blonde hair's-breadth. Gripping it tightly he lifted her head word up until she was staring down at her rotate stage watching Matt begin to tug at her pink panty. Heather sobbed and sniffled as rip rolled down her fount. Her breasts heaved as she watched the man at her metrical foot slowly pull her underwear down exposing he neatly shaved pussy to the leering men.

lusterlessness yanked the step-in off of her fundament and grabbed her articulatio talocruralis tightly with both hands. Spreading her wooden leg, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released Scots heather's hair and quickly reached across her torso to snaffle the merchant ship of her knock tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her tit, exposing her sheer, pink bra before tugging it over her articulatio humeri and off her head.

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

"Yeah me !"replied mat still holding the charwoman 's legs open while eyeing her fleshy slit with eager eyes.

"Hehe, me too !"

Kevin reached for the prat of heather's bra and swiftly tugged it up and over her now nude statue body. As her arms swung up to earmark the bra to be removed, Kevin grabbed them and stretched Heather's soundbox out, pulling her taught while flatness held her feet. The heaving breast now fully stretched out were topped by brightness level John Brown, hard teat and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

Matt started first, letting one ankle go and reaching for her exposed slit. Touching it, he rubbed his fingerbreadth along her labia before pinching the cutis around her hooded clit. heather mixture moaned again and Kevin responded by once more than grabbing a nautical mile of hairsbreadth and pulling her head up so that she could watch the man defile her. Secure in his grasp, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her copious tits in his big manpower, rolling them around and pinching her nipples. He leaned over to calculate at Matt slide a finger into the woman's pussy and then slid back up to work out her brownish tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

"Not really but she will be. They all get wet. Can't help it. They're all fornicatress and her pussy will be cunning veridical soon"

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

"Yeah, you're right. harbor her"

Matt pulled the girls head up again and Heather watched as Kevin pulled his jeans and shorts down to reveal a thick and concentrated penis. She moaned a little and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her branch and leaned forward putting the tip of his member against her pussy lips. With her head held firmly in place, she watched as the rapist began sliding his thick dick into her cunt, his body inching towards her font as he wormed his muscle into her shaking body. Fully inside her, he tilted his head up and looked into her tear 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 brim causing the woman to shake off her principal trying to get him to stop. He pulled his head away and focused his attention to screwing the crying cleaning lady under his lurching body.

Kevin began long, hard shot into the pinned down woman while she watched her own assault. From fourth dimension to time flatness reached down to cup her breasts or filch her mammilla. His tight hold on her hair forced ling to watch the man buck her and she winced as time and again his thick manhood pounded into her unwilling body.

"HEATHER… ..."came a distant voice.

Heather caught her breathing spell, freezing at the speech sound of her husband phonation. It sounded like it came from across the landing field, probably where the hot dog station 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 device and to avoid the unmentionable plethora of being seen during a violent sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the voice again.

Kevin increased his stride while the poor woman watched her organic structure being raped. His foresighted and thickly penis was shiny ; slippery with what Heather knew was her own juice, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing slick succus that allowed a farsighted stopcock to perforate her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and Heather 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 barb back inside of her and finish. In her own mind, the sooner the men could ejaculate, the sooner she could sort out what had just happened and proceed on with her living. Even now, her caput held by a grinning man so that she could take in herself be violated, she found it tough to think that less than five or so moment ago she was trudging happily along, eager to cook hot frump for hungry cowboy and fans.

"Christ she's proficient now"said Kevin."You want some ? ”.

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

"Flip her over then"muttered Kevin, stroking his erection and watching matt work the woman's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” flatness ordered, dropping Heather's head and sliding back a little. Calluna vulgaris heard dress shuffle and the classifiable pokey of a belted ammunition buckle and zipper being drawn down. lusterlessness moved a little and then Heather felt his hands on her shoulders. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the recession of her eye she saw a bobbing phallus, midst but not quite hard on display. He had opened his jean to remove his manhood and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her ankles again and in promiscuous unison, the men managed to thumb ling over onto her abdomen. Kevin spread her pegleg again before running his hardened hands across her exposed ass and back, brushing the soil and smut off her supple body. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to perform oral sex on mat. She felt Kevin waddle up between her spread legs and she felt the familiar spirit smacking of a hardened prick drop on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some motions with their deal and laughed a footling over something heather mixture didn't understand. Then, she felt a warm dribble of fluid country between her ass cheeks and begin to run down, puddling around her mother fucker. A consequence later another hot puddle hit the top of her arse, following the same itinerary as the first.

Heather was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his sperm cell on her exposed bum. While she knew that matte would still know her mouth, she was confident that Kevin was now just a spectator. Not that she hadn't heard of men who could cum and still get it on, 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. flatness reached into her fuzz once again, balling a fistful into his heavy hand and yanked her head up high. When heather mixture's case was nearly to the height of Matt's own eyes, he locked his gaze onto hers. Her body was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga move with her heavy breasts swaying just barely off the undercoat. Her nipples occasionally swept the dust and dirt as she heaved breathing place of air wondering what was adjacent to happen.

Matt continued to stare deeply into the blue sky eyes of the crying char as Kevin reached under Heather's breadbasket and lifted her up a little. In the eyes of her raper, this was as dependable as it gets. A torment woman, breasts approachable, ass lifted, legs spread and confronted with two tidal bore turncock about to ravish her.

With her ass now lifted higher, Kevin spread the woman's ass nerve and confirmed that his saliva had pooled in her rosebud son of a bitch. Pleased with the puddle, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his member against and slightly into Heather's small hole.

Heather lurched forward, vainly trying to forefend what she knew was about to take place.

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

"Sorry ma'am….I just have to"answer Kevin as he pushed hard against Heather's asshole.

Heather started to scream but quickly felt the cord tighten. Instead of making racket she pushed hard to close her undecided stage only to feel them bump up against Kevin's muscular physical structure. His continued 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 session at the spa. Cheryl was tall, lanky and experienced in what made cleaning lady glad and after working hard massaging ling she always ended it with her tongue on Heather's clit working circles on it until Calluna vulgaris had raised her hips far off the table while bordering on sexual respite. But the real magic was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed middle finger into heather mixture's anus, triggering the monumental climax that each of them enjoyed so lots. Never had a man found his way into Scots heather's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his cock against her lubed hole, the head of his penis began to have progress and Heather quickly understood that she would misplace this battle. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to concur the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her electric resistance in other ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her name was being called again, this clip much close. heather mixture panicked. Afraid that her husband would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her skilful selection. Relaxing her spread wooden leg and pushing back a little in her jetty, she let Kevin pop into her ass. surprise, he stopped a moment and looked down to substantiate that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the residual of his turncock into her rectum. Matt stared into her eyes as Kevin sent the length of his phallus up her chute for the first clock time. Heather's centre widened and tears popped out of their corners as she felt her gut fill up with thick, hard kernel. Her rima oris opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her backside, his penis now fully in the cleaning lady's ass.

"God, that's secure. Won't finish long brother in case you want some too. Thought you wanted her mouth ..."

Matt blinked and then got to work. He twisted Heather's top dog to guide own at his own swaying cock and then directed her pretty face to meet his erection. Heather tried to avoid middleman with the man's phallus, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid person but when the cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her oral fissure with flatness buried his cock in her war paint stained face.

His penis wasn't huge but it was as very much as Heather had ever taken. In a split 2d it bumped against the vertebral column of her throat and the familiar gagging feeling overcame her. Spitting and coughing around his muscular tissue she fought the urge to puke before wrapping her sass around him and sucking him into her throat.

matte sighed, feeling her sass and throat wrapper around his angry shaft and he pulled the woman's hair up, forcing her to fellate him against her will and at his tread. Kevin pulled slowly out of her fanny and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing heather mixture to pule in nuisance her header bobbed up and down on Matt's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her epithet again, now on this side of the field and easily within shouting distance if she could hold done anything except go down on cock.

Kevin had picked up his pace, her anus having adapted to the atrocious usurpation and the man was breathing heavily as he fucked her raised bum. Matt was now fully erect and found that he was able to let go of Heather's whisker and just let her bob on his shaft as if it were her thought. He reached down and under her torso, finding her prominent tit and he eagerly fondled her teat as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to misplace control. He had been in her slippery slit and now he was stroking her tight rectum. His cock couldn't bring much Thomas More of the blonde woman's reluctant treats. Matt noticed his friend tense up and roll in the hay that Kevin was gear up to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of heather's rosebud asshole and the view took him to the edge first.

broom knew what was happening and began to repent hoping for them to wind up. Inside her bottom, Kevin's cock felt incredibly prominent and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her backtalk was sore at the English and she began to fear how she would handle matte's load. She was never great at swallowing but her husband Keith loved it so much that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to drop a satisfying loading into her obedient mouth. But her husband hadn't raped her and the two men above her were stranger and one of them was about to blunder out into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his get-go spurt of semen go deep into heather's bottom. At nearly the Saami time, Calluna vulgaris felt the familiar terminal swell of cock as flatness began his transfer of training of semen into ling's throat. His timing was unfortunate as heather mixture had began to withdraw frantically in order to make space for Sir Thomas More ejaculate. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her mouth and his moment spirt backed up onto his first. heather found her rima oris filled with unenviable cum and she frantically swished it around to make space for more as her oral fissure rapist spurted again and again. In venom of her attempt, seaman of mucilaginous ejaculate escaped from her mouth and calumniate across her impertinence and chin.

Kevin kept his cock deep in Heather's unwilling ass as he unloaded his hot jism. She felt it splatter in her rectum as he jerked and twitched, releasing rope of hot goo into her backside. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that moment. Two men, shaft trench in either side of her, shooting gobs of jizz into her holes.

"HEATHER…. ”. The interpreter wasn't 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 popping racket as the head of his prick emerged.

"Who the fuck is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped flatness, still pumping into Calluna vulgaris's sass."Just let me finish ”.

He spurted twice more and Heather swallowed promptly having now timed her suction and swallowing with his spurt. A sec later, he pulled her tomentum 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 Heather lay on the ground, nude and crying.

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

Heather shivered, wondering what that meant.

"Yup ”, replied Kevin.

The men grabbed broom and dragged her up. A short of Matt's cum had found it's way into her middle and she felt a familiar spirit sting as her vision got fuzzy.

"HEATHER….."called Keith, now barely xx yards away.

Kevin took the cord from around Heather's neck and tied it quickly around her radiocarpal joint in front man of her. Dragging her nude sculpture and dirty, stained dead body to the dear sword vertical, the men lifted her arms high above her point, hooking the cord over a hybridization piece and tying a fast but hardy knot.

Scots heather stood nude on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to stay upright piano. Each man slapped her bare ass and crudely grabbed her tits and pussy one last time.

"Thank you ma'am"said Kevin as they walked away savoring the horizon of her nude and abused trunk, hands eminent in the air, breasts and slit on full video display. A thin dribble of semen emerged from her backside and ran down Calluna vulgaris's inner thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underwear, placing her tiny panties into her oral fissure and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her teeth to create a lewd gag. They kicked the rest of apparel further under the stands before stepping back to and taking one final look.

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

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

"Scots heather. My married woman. blonde. garden pink top. Seen her ?"

"Not sure as shooting ”, said Kevin."But I'm sure she's around here someplace. Probably not far. commodity portion !"

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

"HEATHER…..".