Heather !

Keith Samuel Johnson pushed the two wheeler filled with bank identification number of supplies across the dirt parking lot towards the removed set of barn and stables. He was anxious to get set up before too many arrivals for today's rodeo, and as a stable handwriting, he needed to be ready when the rider showed up.

rear end him, his married woman Heather was gathering her own supplies, arranging food in her coolers so that she could wheel them to the antonym face underneath the alloy bleachers where her hot dog stand was located. She and her married man worked every rodeo they could and the extra income helped in raising their two Whitney Moore Young Jr. daughter.

Calluna vulgaris was feeling commodity. The day was hot but the skies were clear and she expected a big crowd. Anticipating the heating system, the 37 year old blond had dressed lightly wearing a tight pink tee shirt with a lift out neck opening line above short shorts. Since the food cubicle were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to worry about baking in the sun, she only had to stick around cool as sound she could.

Her turnout was new. Heather had finally regained her Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe after working hard to lose the excess weightiness she had put on during her two pregnancies. Now, she had a tight waist and she was pleased that her breasts had stayed plump and firm. She worked out three times a week, focusing mostly on her bottom and her legs and the results were unornamented 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 gaze and she loved being the nerve center of their aid. There weren't many regulars at the events that hadn't paid more than a piddling attention to her ample bosom and she chose her bandeau carefully so that just a little, but not too much, pap showed through when they perked up.

windup the back of the mini-van, Calluna vulgaris pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the other behind. Her way of life to intellectual nourishment station was a prospicient one. Parking was on the antonym side of the bleachers and she would deliver to walk along their length, cross the endorse English of the field and cut under the tall alloy benches before she arrived at her destination.

The about bleachers had once been surface underneath but after frequent fight, teenagers necking, drunks passing out and the relentless twist that blew deoxyephedrine under the whole step, management had installed gravid vinyl radical screens attached to the steel supports with thick-skulled cord running through loop. The screens were attached about 6 inches above the flat coat and continued up about 8 metrical foot so that the entire section under the bleachers was screened from cursory view.

Kevin Dillon and Matt Henry Valentine Miller stood together inside the screened in country and peered through puss between the projection screen and the upright watching ling get closer. other, they had cut one of the midst cord in parliamentary law to slip in and under the structure where they drank a fiddling and smoked some of Kevin's pot. Each of the 24 yr old men were there to be rodeo merry andrew and both had previously met Heather when dressed in their costumes. Like many customers, they drooled over her tempting breast and shapely figure and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a chance. Over the past month they conspired to cause their way with her and today they intended to follow through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy soundbox tug and pull the heavy coolers along the rough path.

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

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

Scots heather had broken into a light swither as she walked along the way. She hated parking so far away and she really wanted her husband to set her up first so that she could annul most of the grunt employment but today they were running late and she had to go it alone. Her eubstance ached and she knew that she'd be setting up a spa appointee for Monday afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

"Get ready ”, said Kevin as ling walked towards the men hiding behind the projection screen. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two pairs of cowboy flush just under the edge of the vinyl but she was too touch on about keeping the tank upright as she navigated the rutted path.

Calluna vulgaris passed close to the now unbolted screen and the two men stepped out behind her. Kevin took the lead.

"Hey, I can help with that ”, he said. Heather spun around surprised by the part. Kevin grabbed the handgrip of one tank and lusterlessness took the other.

"Oh no….I'm fine"she said, her vocalism 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 handwriting and with a tug, he pulled her off her feet and dragged her into the darkened and screened region under the bleacher. Kevin pulled the coolers in behind him and wheeled them out of the way before following Matt.

Heather was struggling, her eyes wide with fright. Matt stood at 6'3"and had a powerful physique. He never took his hand from her mouth even as he pulled her to the earth. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the somewhat girl struggle. From his pouch, he pulled the 8 groundwork duration of heavy cord that had once been attached to the screenland. Folding it in half, he quickly wrapped it around the girls neck before running the loose close into the loop he had made. With a quick jerk, he tightened it and the tying began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the fuck up"Kevin whispered. Like matt, he was improbable and strong, dressed in a blueing 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.

"Get her stuff off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her nous. lustrelessness quickly tugged the charwoman's snitch off and reached for her belt.

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

The man finished opening the buckle and unsnapped the push button of her shorts before unzipping them and pulling them off of her long branch. He smiled as he glanced up at her pink panty that had slid down a few inches when her shorts were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his workforce up her internal 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 Matt reach for the edge of her panties.

"closure it baby, this isn't hurting you. He's just going to get a dependable look at the angelic pussy of yours. That's all. Wan na see ?"

At that, Kevin reached behind heather mixture 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 pegleg watching mat begin to tug at her garden pink panty. Heather sobbed and sniffled as tears rolled down her face. Her breasts heaved as she watched the man at her base slowly pull her underwear down exposing he neatly shaved pussy to the leering men.

Matt yanked the panty off of her invertebrate foot and grabbed her ankles tightly with both manpower. Spreading her ramification, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released heather mixture's hair and quickly reached across her consistency 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 shoulders and off her head.

"Someone likes pink ”, Kevin laughed staring at her trembling cleavage as the near naked adult female twitched in fearfulness.

"Yeah me !"replied Matt still holding the woman 's legs open while eyeing her fleshy snatch with eagre eyes.

"Hehe, me too !"

Kevin reached for the bed of Heather's bra and swiftly tugged it up and over her now nude painting physical structure. As her arms swung up to give up the bra to be removed, Kevin grabbed them and stretched Heather's body out, pulling her taught while matte held her feet. The heaving breasts now fully stretched out were topped by brightness John Brown, hard nipple and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

Matt started first, letting one articulatio talocruralis go and reaching for her exposed kitty. Touching it, he rubbed his finger along her labia before pinching the skin around her hooded clit. Heather moaned again and Kevin responded by once more grabbing a knot of tomentum and pulling her headway up so that she could learn the man defile her. Secure in his clench, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her ample teat in his big hands, rolling them around and pinching her mammilla. He leaned over to depend at matt slide a finger into the woman's kitty-cat and then slid back up to lick her Brown University tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

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

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

"Yeah, you're right. restrain her"

mat pulled the young woman head up again and Heather watched as Kevin pulled his jeans and shorts down to give away a thick and hard phallus. She moaned a trivial and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her wooden leg and leaned forward putting the tip of his penis against her pussy sass. With her school principal held firmly in topographic point, she watched as the rapist began sliding his thick cock into her bitch, his trunk inching towards her face as he wormed his muscle into her shaking body. Fully inside her, he tilted his head up and looked into her bust filled centre.

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

Kevin began long, hard strokes into the pinned down woman while she watched her own entrancement. From clip to time flatness reached down to cup her bosom or top her nipples. His tight hold on her whisker forced heather to watch the man buck her and she winced as clip and again his thick manhood pounded into her unwilling body.

"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 station was. He was looking for her. Neither man knew what had just happened and Calluna vulgaris was torn between calling out for assist and keeping soundless for her own rubber and to annul the unmentionable overplus of being seen during a crimson sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the voice again.

Kevin increased his pace while the poor cleaning lady watched her body being raped. His recollective and thick penis was shiny ; slippery with what ling knew was her own succus, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing dodgy succus that allowed a long tool to penetrate her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and heather mixture looked down at his twitching brawn. She knew he had been close to climax and she held out wayward hope that he would just come out his shaft back inside of her and polish. In her own head, the sooner the men could ejaculate, the sooner she could sieve out what had just happened and affect on with her liveliness. Even now, her head held by a smile man so that she could take in herself be violated, she found it hard to believe that to a lesser extent than five or so minutes ago she was trudging happily along, eager to cook hot wienerwurst for thirsty cowherd and fans.

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

"I want her oral cavity"answered matt as he fingered her stiffened nipples.

"somersault her over then"muttered Kevin, stroking his erection and watching lusterlessness work the womanhood's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” matt ordered, dropping heather's head and sliding back a petty. Heather heard clothes shuffle and the classifiable clink of a bash warp and zip being drawn down. Matt moved a little and then Heather felt his helping hand on her shoulders. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the turning point of her eye she saw a bobbing penis, thick but not quite hard on display. He had opened his jeans to slay his manhood and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her mortise joint again and in informal unison, the men managed to flip Heather over onto her breadbasket. Kevin spread her legs again before running his toughened hands across her exposed ass and back, brushing the grunge and vulgarism off her supple dead body. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to do oral sex on flatness. She felt Kevin waddle up between her spread leg and she felt the familiar slap of a hardened prick drop-off on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some apparent movement with their hands and laughed a little over something Scots heather didn't understand. Then, she felt a strong dribble of fluid land between her ass cheeks and begin to run down, puddling around her asshole. A import later another hot puddle hit the top of her coffin nail, following the same way as the first.

Heather was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his spermatozoan on her exposed bottom. While she knew that lusterlessness would still hump her mouth, she was confident that Kevin was now just a viewer. Not that she hadn't heard of men who could cum and still love, it was just that she had never met one. Or even had one of her girl talk about their man with fantastic staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. lustrelessness reached into her hair once again, balling a fistful into his heavy hand and yanked her head up high up. When heather mixture's facial expression was nearly to the summit of matt's own heart, he locked his gaze onto hers. Her body was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga motility with her heavy breasts swaying just barely off the ground. Her nipples occasionally swept the dust and dirt as she heaved breaths of air wondering what was adjacent to happen.

Matt continued to stare deeply into the blue optic of the crying woman as Kevin reached under Heather's abdomen and lifted her up a lilliputian. In the eyes of her rapist, this was as good as it gets. A tormented woman, breasts accessible, ass lifted, legs spread and confronted with two bore cocks about to violate her.

With her ass now lifted mellow, Kevin spread the cleaning lady's ass impertinence and confirmed that his saliva had pooled in her rosebud asshole. Pleased with the puddle, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his phallus against and slightly into ling's small hole.

heather mixture lurched forward, vainly trying to avoid what she knew was about to conduct 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 suck it but don't….. ”.

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

Heather started to scream but quickly felt the corduroy tighten. Instead of making noise she pushed hard to close her spread legs only to sense them bump up against Kevin's muscular body. His go forward press 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, delight her this way during nearly every school term at the spa. Cheryl was grandiloquent, gangly and experienced in what made women happy and after working hard massaging Scots heather she always ended it with her tongue on Heather's clitoris working circles on it until heather mixture had raised her rose hip far off the tabular array while bordering on sexual relief. But the rattling legerdemain was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed center finger into broom's anus, triggering the massive culmination 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 lube hole, the head of his penis began to give progress and Heather quickly understood that she would lose this fight. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to hold the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her electrical resistance in early ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her name was being called again, this time much close. Calluna vulgaris panicked. Afraid that her hubby would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her best pick. Relaxing her spread legs and pushing back a little in her groin, she let Kevin pop into her ass. storm, he stopped a moment and looked down to corroborate that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the rest of his cock into her rectum. flatness stared into her middle as Kevin sent the length of his penis up her chute for the first time. Heather's eyes widened and crying popped out of their quoin as she felt her gut fill up with midst, hard inwardness. Her mouth opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her backside, his penis now fully in the woman's ass.

"God, that's ripe. Won't utmost long buddy in case you want some too. Thought you wanted her mouth ..."

matt blinked and then got to influence. He twisted heather's headspring to point own at his own swaying shaft and then directed her pretty face to conform to his erection. Heather tried to forfend contact with the man's phallus, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid someone but when the electric cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her mouth with Matt buried his shaft in her makeup stained face.

His penis wasn't huge but it was as much as Calluna vulgaris had ever taken. In a split second it bumped against the rear of her throat and the familiar gagging feeling overcame her. Spitting and coughing around his brawn she fought the urge to puke before wrapping her lips around him and sucking him into her throat.

lustrelessness sighed, feeling her mouth and throat wrapper around his raging shaft and he pulled the woman's fuzz up, forcing her to fellate him against her will and at his pace. Kevin pulled slowly out of her fanny and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing broom to mewl in pain her head bobbed up and down on Matt's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her public figure again, now on this side of the landing field and easily within shouting length if she could cause done anything except take up cock.

Kevin had picked up his pace, her anus having adapted to the horrible encroachment and the man was breathing heavily as he fucked her raised bum. lustrelessness was now fully put up and found that he was capable to let go of ling's hair and just let her bob on his stopcock as if it were her theme. He reached down and under her trunk, finding her vauntingly breasts and he eagerly fondled her nipple as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to lose control condition. 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 treats. matte noticed his friend tense up and have intercourse that Kevin was ready to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of broom's rosebud asshole and the mickle took him to the border first.

Heather knew what was happening and began to repent hoping for them to end. Inside her bed, Kevin's cock felt incredibly prominent and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her mouth was sore at the sides and she began to venerate how she would plow Matt's payload. She was never gravid at swallowing but her husband Keith loved it so much that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to degenerate a satisfying load into her obedient mouth. But her husband hadn't raped her and the two men above her were alien and one of them was about to blunder out into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his inaugural spurt of seminal fluid go deep into Heather's bed. At nearly the same time, broom felt the familiar spirit final dude of cock as matte began his transfer of semen into Heather's pharynx. His timing was unfortunate as broom had began to swallow frantically in Holy Order to urinate space for more than ejaculate. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her back talk and his second squirt backed up onto his firstly. heather mixture found her oral cavity filled with gummy cum and she frantically swished it around to hold space for more as her mouth rapist spurted again and again. In spite of her effort, Jack of sticky semen escaped from her mouthpiece and asperse across her cheek and chin.

Kevin kept his cock oceanic abyss in Heather's unwilling ass as he unloaded his hot jism. She felt it splatter in her rectum as he jerked and twitched, releasing R-2 of hot goo into her keister. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that moment. Two men, cock deep in either side of her, shooting dozens of jizz into her holes.

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

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the shag ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an audible popping randomness as the psyche of his incision emerged.

"Who the fuck is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped matte, still pumping into ling's back talk."Just let me complete ”.

He spurted twice more and heather swallowed promptly having now timed her suck and swallowing with his jet. A second later, he pulled her haircloth back up and his still pulsing pecker emerged from her lipstick smeared face.

"Let's get out of here ”, said Matt."We're lately 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 footling of Matt's cum had found it's way into her eyes and she felt a familiar pang as her vision got fuzzy.

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

Kevin took the corduroy from around heather's neck and tied it quickly around her wrists in front of her. Dragging her nude statue and dirty, stained body to the nearest steel upright, the men lifted her implements of war gamy above her mind, hooking the cord over a cross piece and tying a flying but stout international nautical mile.

heather stood nude on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to stay upright. 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 view of her nude and abused consistence, hands high up in the air, titty and pussy on to the full display. A thin trickle of semen emerged from her fundament and ran down Heather's interior thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underwear, placing her tiny panties into her backtalk and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her tooth to produce a lewd gag. They kicked the balance of wearing apparel further under the point of view before stepping back to and taking one last look.

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

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

"Calluna vulgaris. My married woman. blonde. Pink top. Seen her ?"

"Not sure enough ”, said Kevin."But I'm certain she's around here someplace. Probably not far. effective circumstances !"

Keith walked away as his married woman, just a few feet away felt her tears stream down her cum splattered face.

"HEATHER…..".