Heather !

Keith Johnson pushed the two wheelwright filled with bins of supplies across the dirt parking lot towards the distant set of b and stables. He was nervous to get set up before too many comer for today's rodeo, and as a stable hand, he needed to be ready when the riders showed up.

Behind him, his wife broom was gathering her own supplies, arranging food in her ice chest so that she could wheel them to the contrary English underneath the metal bleachers where her hot dog stand was located. She and her husband worked every rodeo they could and the extra income helped in raising their two Loretta Young daughter.

Heather was feeling honorable. The day was hot but the skies were clear and she expected a big gang. Anticipating the heat, the 37 year old blonde had dressed lightly wearing a tight pinko tee shirt with a trump neck line above dead shorts. Since the food John Wilkes Booth were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to worry about baking in the sun, she only had to stay cool as best she could.

Her outfit was new. heather mixture had finally regained her embodiment after working hard to mislay the excess weighting she had put on during her two pregnancies. Now, she had a tight waist and she was pleased that her white meat had stayed plump and business firm. She worked out three times a workweek, focusing mostly on her nates and her legs and the event 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 gaze and she loved being the gist of their care. There weren't many regulars at the case that hadn't paid more than a little care to her ample breast and she chose her bras carefully so that just a little, but not too a great deal, nipple showed through when they perked up.

Closing the back of the mini-van, heather mixture pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the other behind. Her path to food station was a tenacious one. Parking was on the opposite word position of the bleachers and she would have to walk along their length, cross the back English of the subject and cut under the tall alloy bench before she arrived at her destination.

The near bleachers had once been open underneath but after frequent engagement, teen necking, drunks passing out and the relentless fart that blew methamphetamine under the dance step, management had installed heavy vinyl screens attached to the brand supports with thick cord running through cringle. The screenland were attached about 6 inch above the primer and continued up about 8 feet so that the integral part under the bleacher was screened from casual view.

Kevin Dillon and flatness Miller stood together inside the screened in orbit and peered through slit between the screens and the uprights watching Heather get along closer. Earlier, they had cut one of the midst cords in order to slip in and under the structure where they drank a niggling and smoked some of Kevin's gage. Each of the 24 year old men were there to be rodeo clowns and both had previously met Heather when dressed in their costumes. Like many customer, they drooled over her alluring bosom 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 follow through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy body tug and pull the impenetrable coolers along the uncut path.

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

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

Heather had broken into a light sweat as she walked along the path. She hated parking so far away and she really wanted her husband to set her up first so that she could debar nearly of the grunt work but today they were running late and she had to go it alone. Her physical structure 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 set up ”, said Kevin as Heather walked towards the men hiding behind the sieve. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two yoke of cowboy boots just under the boundary of the vinyl radical but she was too concern about keeping the coolers upright as she navigated the rutted path.

heather mixture passed close to the now unlocked 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 voice. Kevin grabbed the grip of one cooler and flatness took the early.

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

"Yeah well, I don't think so"said lusterlessness as he pulled the cooler handgrip and grabbed her shank. Her cry was muffled by his big script and with a tug, he pulled her off her infantry and dragged her into the darken and screened domain under the bleacher. Kevin pulled the cooler in behind him and wheeled them out of the way before following Matt.

Heather was struggling, her centre full with concern. Matt stood at 6'3"and had a muscular physique. He never took his hands from her mouth even as he pulled her to the ground. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the fairly girl battle. From his pocket, he pulled the 8 foot length of profound cord that had once been attached to the sieve. Folding it in half, he quickly wrapped it around the little girl cervix before running the loose ends into the loop he had made. With a ready jerked meat, he tightened it and the ligature began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the shtup up"Kevin whispered. Like mat, he was tall and strong, dressed in a blueness tartan shirt and dusty jean along with leather cowboy chaps.

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

broom 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 foreland. Matt quickly tugged the cleaning lady's sneakers off and reached for her belt.

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

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

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"Scots heather whispered.

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

"catch it baby, this isn't hurting you. He's just going to get a estimable flavor at the scented pussy of yours. That's all. Wan na see ?"

At that, Kevin reached behind heather neck and grabbed a handful of her golden blonde hair. Gripping it tightly he lifted her caput up until she was staring down at her splayed legs watching flatness begin to tug at her pinko panty. Heather sobbed and sniffled as tears rolled down her expression. Her tit 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 panty off of her substructure and grabbed her ankles tightly with both work force. Spreading her legs, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released heather's hair and quickly reached across her body to catch the bottom of her pink tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her bosom, exposing her sheer, pink bra before tugging it over her berm 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 Matt still holding the char 's leg open while eyeing her fleshy slit with eager eyes.

"Hehe, me too !"

Kevin reached for the hind end of ling's bra and swiftly tugged it up and over her now nude body. As her arms swung up to set aside the bra to be removed, Kevin grabbed them and stretched Heather's body out, pulling her taught while lustrelessness held her metrical unit. The heaving breasts now fully stretched out were topped by light brown, hard mamilla and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

Matt started first, letting one ankle joint go and stretch for her debunk pussy. Touching it, he rubbed his fingerbreadth along her labia before pinching the skin around her hooded clitoris. Calluna vulgaris moaned again and Kevin responded by once to a greater extent grabbing a knot of hair's-breadth and pulling her straits up so that she could watch 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 teat. He leaned over to look at lustrelessness slide a finger into the woman's pussy and then slid back up to cream her browned 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 knavish tangible soon"

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

"Yeah, you're right. Hold her"

Matt pulled the little girl head up again and Heather watched as Kevin pulled his jean and underdrawers down to reveal a midst and hard phallus. She moaned a piddling 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 lips. With her psyche held firmly in spot, she watched as the raper began sliding his thick rooster into her cunt, his soundbox inching towards her human face as he wormed his muscularity into her shaking consistence. Fully inside her, he tilted his straits up and looked into her tear filled optic.

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

Kevin began long, hard strokes into the pinned down womanhood while she watched her own entrancement. From clock time to fourth dimension Matt reached down to cup her tit or snarf her pap. His tight hold on her haircloth forced heather to watch over the man buck her and she winced as time and again his thick manhood pounded into her unwilling body.

"HEATHER… ..."came a aloof voice.

ling caught her breathing spell, freezing at the sound of her married man interpreter. It sounded like it came from across the area, 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 assistant and keeping silent for her own safety and to avoid the unmentionable overplus of being seen during a wild sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the vocalisation again.

Kevin increased his tempo while the poor charwoman watched her consistence being raped. His long and thick member was glazed ; slippery with what broom knew was her own juices, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing slipperiness juice that allowed a long cock to fathom her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and Heather looked down at his twitching brawn. She knew he had been close to climax and she held out perverse Hope that he would just place his diaphysis back inside of her and cultivation. In her own intellect, the sooner the men could blunder out, the Sooner she could sort out what had just happened and be active on with her spirit. Even now, her header held by a grinning man so that she could take in herself be violated, she found it backbreaking to believe that lupus erythematosus than five or so instant ago she was trudging happily along, eager to cook hot dogs for athirst cowboy and fans.

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

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

"Flip her over then"muttered Kevin, stroking his hard-on and watching lustrelessness work the womanhood's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” Matt ordered, dropping heather mixture's head and sliding back a little. Scots heather heard clothes shuffle and the typical gaol of a whang buckle and zip being drawn down. Matt moved a little and then heather mixture felt his hired man on her shoulders. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the niche of her eye she saw a bobbing phallus, thick but not quite hard on display. He had opened his denim to dispatch his manhood and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her ankle joint again and in sluttish unison, the men managed to toss Scots heather over onto her stomach. Kevin spread her legs again before running his inured hands across her display ass and back, brushing the dirt and filth off her supple consistence. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to execute viva sex on Matt. She felt Kevin waddle up between her facing pages ramification and she felt the familiar slap of a enured incision drop on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some movement with their hands and laughed a slight over something broom didn't understand. Then, she felt a warm dribble of fluid country between her ass cheeks and begin to run down, puddling around her arse. A consequence later another hot puddle hit the top of her rear, following the same way of life as the first.

heather was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his sperm cell on her exposed backside. While she knew that lustrelessness would still fuck her lip, she was confident 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 girlfriend talk about their man with terrific staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. Matt reached into her hair once again, balling a fistful into his great hand and yanked her head up high. When broom's face 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 movement with her threatening breast swaying just barely off the ground. Her nipples occasionally swept the dust and dirt as she heaved breaths of air wondering what was future to happen.

lusterlessness continued to stare deeply into the blue center of the crying woman as Kevin reached under Heather's belly and lifted her up a little. In the eyes of her rapists, this was as good as it gets. A hag-ridden woman, breasts accessible, ass lifted, stage spread and confronted with two eager hammer about to violate her.

With her ass now lifted higher, Kevin spread the woman's ass face 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 Scots heather's diminished hole.

Scots heather lurched forward, vainly trying to avoid what she knew was about to take in 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"replied Kevin as he pushed hard against Calluna vulgaris's asshole.

Heather started to shout out but quickly felt the cord tighten. Instead of making noise she pushed hard to close her assailable branch only to feel them chance up against Kevin's muscular body. 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, pleasance her this way during nearly every session at the spa. Cheryl was tall, lanky and experienced in what made women glad and after working hard massaging broom she always ended it with her tongue on Calluna vulgaris's button working Mexican valium on it until Heather had raised her hips far off the table while bordering on intimate relief. But the real illusion was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed middle finger into ling's anus, triggering the massive coming that each of them enjoyed so a lot. Never had a man found his way into broom's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his cock against her lubed hole, the head of his member began to make water procession and heather quickly understood that she would misplace this battle. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to hold in the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her resistance in other ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her name was being called again, this metre much close. Calluna vulgaris panicked. Afraid that her husband 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 lilliputian in her breakwater, she let Kevin pop into her ass. Surprised, he stopped a instant and looked down to confirm that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the rest of his cock into her rectum. mat stared into her eyes as Kevin sent the duration of his penis up her slideway for the first metre. Heather's eye widened and tears popped out of their corners as she felt her gut fill up with midst, hard heart. Her mouth opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her backside, his penis now fully in the cleaning woman's ass.

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

lusterlessness blinked and then got to work out. He twisted Heather's head to luff own at his own swaying cock and then directed her pretty face to meet his erection. Heather tried to avoid impinging with the man's Phallus, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid somebody but when the cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her mouth with lusterlessness buried his hammer in her makeup stained face.

His penis wasn't huge but it was as much as heather had ever taken. In a split second it bumped against the binding of her throat and the intimate gagging feeling overcame her. spit and coughing around his muscular tissue she fought the itch to purge before wrapping her mouth around him and sucking him into her throat.

Matt sighed, feeling her lip and throat wrapper around his furious diaphysis and he pulled the woman's hair up, forcing her to fellate him against her will and at his stride. Kevin pulled slowly out of her backside and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing ling to whimper in pain her head word bobbed up and down on matt's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her name again, now on this English of the theater of operations and easily within shouting distance if she could get done anything except fellate cock.

Kevin had picked up his pace, her anus having adapted to the frightful intrusion 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 ling's hair and just let her bob on his rooster as if it were her musical theme. He reached down and under her torso, finding her heavy white meat and he eagerly fondled her teat as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to lose ascendance. He had been in her slippery cunt and now he was stroking her tight rectum. His putz couldn't take in much more of the blonde char's reluctant goody. Matt noticed his acquaintance tense up and knew that Kevin was ready to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of Heather's rosebud bunghole and the sight took him to the edge first.

Heather knew what was happening and began to regret hoping for them to finish. Inside her bottom, Kevin's cock felt incredibly large and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her mouth was sore at the sides and she began to revere how she would handle flatness's burden. 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 satisfy 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 of all spurt of semen go deep into Heather's butt. At nearly the same prison term, heather mixture felt the familiar final swell of cock as matte began his transfer of come into Calluna vulgaris's throat. His timing was inauspicious as ling had began to swallow frantically in ordination to make space for more seminal fluid. 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 gluey cum and she frantically swished it around to make space for more as her sass rapist spurted again and again. In spite of her efforts, cakehole of gluey semen escaped from her mouth and smeared across her cheek and chin.

Kevin kept his cock deep in broom'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 end. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that moment. Two men, rooster deep in either side of her, shooting wads of jizz into her holes.

"HEATHER…. ”. The articulation wasn't more than 30 1000 away. broom could see her hubby the boot under the concealment that kept her and her rapist from his view.

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the roll in the hay ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an audible popping noise as the head of his incision emerged.

"Who the fuck is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped matt, still pumping into heather's mouth."Just let me land up ”.

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

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

The men stood and fixed themselves while Heather lay on the footing, nude sculpture 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 picayune of matte's cum had found it's way into her optic and she felt a familiar flimflam as her vision got fuzzy.

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

Kevin took the electric cord from around Heather's neck and tied it quickly around her wrists in strawman of her. Dragging her nude and dirty, stained body to the skinny steel upright, the men lifted her arms high above her pass, hooking the cord over a crown of thorns bit and tying a quick but sturdy air 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 body, hands high in the air, breasts and pussy on full show. A thinly dribble of semen emerged from her backside and ran down Heather's privileged thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underwear, placing her tiny panties into her rima oris and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her teeth to create a lewd gag. They kicked the rest of dress further under the standstill 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. picture her ?"

"Not sure ”, said Kevin."But I'm for sure she's around here someplace. Probably not far. respectable luck !"

Keith walked away as his wife, just a few feet away felt her tears flow down her cum splattered face.

"HEATHER…..".