My pitiable Girlfriend….

Fran we will holler her was always a niggling bit of a annoyer. She would dress really provocatively and loved the aid for doing this. The cat calls, whistles, spanks on the ass. It sort of ticked me off a little, but I was also happy I had such a hot girlfriend.

I repeatedly told her not to cut back the way she did in the summer. footling jean boxershorts with the air hole sticking out the bottoms and a tight tee shirt that showed her well formed mid drift. I said if it turned me on the way it did opine former guys and girls that looked at you.

She would always laugh and shrug it off and tell me I was over reacting. I had a ceaseless blooper.

springtime came and then summer. It was an extremely warm summertime and all the girls dressed so scantily now a sidereal day. Mine was no different. I swear her shorts got shorter every year. I wish girlfriend looked like her when I went to college or university !

Fran would bike constantly and her pegleg would firm and tan like nutcase. She told me how truckers would claxon at her on the highway and probably jerk off as they drove by. Once a van had stopped and told her to hop in. She said if she had they would suffer probably ravaged her for nautical mile and then thrown her out naked and spent on the side of the highway.

She was just over five feet marvelous and had slimmed down to a Nice 110 pounds. Her 36dd pap stood out at attention from her 2-dimensional belly. Her bumble bee ass was round and firm. Long brownness fuzz stopped just above her ass.

By mid summer I was fucking her twice a day. She looked so hot. As soon as I saw her in lean slutty piffling jean shorts I would drag out her to the bedchamber or throw her over the binding of the couch or onto the dining room table. I would pump her replete of cum. She would laugh and tease me more.

The poor young lady did not realize how crazy she was driving me. She was guiltless and a tease. I needed to work a plan to defecate her learn a lesson. We had a good candid relationship so I did not handle how this lesson played out. In fact it excited me a lot.

Fran would always go down to the beach or go on long raise by herself. I warned her all the meter to watch out for bad guys that she might come upon and take reward of her. She laughed and said she could conduct care of herself. I thought to myself if I was bad and saw a hot little gal walking in the woods I would take advantage of her. So would others !

I set off to hatch my plan. Fran always had one domain she liked to hike to. It was remote and about 6 Swedish mile in the George W. Bush. The end of the trail came out onto a nice arenaceous beach with big rocky cliffs. The waving would drown out any screams and no one ever hiked in there. There were also a variety of caves that could be useful.

Todays hike was no different. Fran put on the sexiest brusk pair of worn out old denim Guess denim shorts. The social movement white pockets hung below the cut off peg and contrasted nicely on her suntanned house legs. From waist to bottom the short circuit were only a scant 8 inches. She wore a soaked ashen t shirt and underneath the thinnest two piece bloodless two-piece ever. She had piddling pom pom air-sleeve and runners. A little whiten blossom hat held a unmarried crib tail out the back. I wanted to spring her so bad but I waited instead for my program to hatch.

She gave me a little mass on the cheek and laughed as she could see I had a Mrs. Henry Wood in my drawers. She told me she would be back in 3 hours.

That is what you think I chuckled in my head.

I watched her daily round little ass wiggle as she walked away. I had some doubtfulness. Should I put her through this I wondered….hell yah. She will enjoy it. She really really needed to be taught a lesson.

As she walked along the approximative radical covered puzzle trail the hot sun beat down on her. She stopped and grabbed a drink of water from her water bottleful accidentally spilling it down the social movement of her t shirt. The thin egg white shirt was now guileless. Her wet tanned put up stuck to it and the bikini schema showed. This caused her to remove her shirt and put it in the little plaid pack sack she brought with her.

When the shirt was removed with child 36dd breasts were exposed covered by the smallest strand bikini ever. The two-piece barely held her suntanned knocker in. She sprayed more water from the pee nursing bottle over her pass and down her front. Her tan glistened.

The tramp continued…..

Eventually she made it to the beach. vauntingly 7 metrical foot moving ridge crashed loudly against the shore. A strong wind blew from the Confederacy towards land. The wind although strong was made up of warm air.

Fran stood closed her eyes and inhaled the sassy sea air in. It smelled great.

The architectural plan ran like clockwork. Two tall good looking Male emerged from the cliff domain and started walking down the beach towards Fran. She was surprised as she had never ever encountered anyone here.

The came up to her and started some lowly talking. Fran blushed.

The Male said they were visiting from out of Ithiel Town and on a boost. They asked her to unite them down the beach near the cliff area. Fran said yes.

As she walked down the beach the males pulled some beer from a coterie. They offered her one and she took it. The cold beer tasted slap-up after a long warm wage increase. She finished it in no time.

Fran did bulge out to get a little queasy as they walked further and further from the trail. They were starting to get into the drop-off surface area. She hesitated for a minute but the guys convinced her to continue. She thought they were nice.

Around a turning point they came to a fire and a boastfully cliff opening. Around the fire sat another 10 guy rope. They were all drinking beers.

Fran giggled nervously to herself in her head and liked seeing all the large males at the beach.

She sat down and before she realized had consumed another 4 beers. By now the hot sun and deficiency of food went to her straits. She could palpate a bit of a peel coming on.

She also realized all the male were looking her up and down from top dog to toe. She knew they wanted to fuck her. This aroused her slightly.

One male went into the mouth of the cave and set up a camera. He then used a cell earpiece and called someone. Fran watched and could hear him ask someone on the phone what they wanted first. She could see a smile on his face and nodding of his head.

The Male said to the other guy wire,"okay boys, lets kickoff ”.

With that Fran was picked up before she knew what was going on and carried into the cave. She squealed and kicked and squirmed and tried to campaign to get away but the 4 Male holding each limb held them like vices.

On the paries just inside the cave was a set of wrist shackles. They secured her by her wrists with her work force stretched well above her head. Her toes kicked at the trivial pebbles barely touching the cave floor. She had no traction.

The one male stayed on the phone to hire directions and also operated a tv camera. U/k to Fran a endure feed was directed to a someone or many people.

Fran begged and pleaded as the male all undress. She knew they each were going to make love her defenceless lilliputian body somewhere. Large hands caressed and touched her clothed eubstance everywhere. One male kissed her sticking his natural language far down her throat.
He held her by her neck.

The male on the phone told the former males not to reserve her to cum. She had to be taught a lesson first.

Fran eventually wiggled and squirmed herself to the peak of exhaustion. She hung there as the males rubbed every finally inch of her body. Her nipples erect and surd. Tingling in her insides. Her twat pulsated.

She looked around and observed all sizes of knockout engorged rooster ranging in distance from 7 to 15 inch. The fear showed in her eyes.

Fran started yelling and screaming at first of all but then she cried, whimpered and moaned. They were breaking her down.

"Remove her clothes"the male on the phone ordered. A mere pulling released the bikini top. It fell to the soil and was stepped on by the males surrounding her. Her prominent firm yummy tits stood straight out. Each one received attention by rubbing, squeezing or being sucked on. Her teat were sensitive. Hard as lilliputian rock.

Pre cum wet cock heads rubbed against her boxershorts and ramification making the tan glisten.
Her jeans shorts ripped effortlessly down her peg revealing a little Triangulum string bottom bikini. It had become wet from the tending. The male cheered. Each side of meat strand was gently pulled on revealing a shaved swollen clit. A male knelt down and started flicking it with his yearn snake like natural language. This gave Fran a butterfly sensation in her tummy. The tongue worked little Mexican valium around and the clit and then darted in and out of her pussy.

Fran felt like she was going to explode with the most incredible coming ever. The male on the phone could secern. He told them to cease and let her get worked up. After awhile they went back to work stimulating her some more.

The hot summer day made her perspiration. Her entire body glistened as she hung limp tired and exhausted. Held up by two arm shackles. Her neck exhausted could not hold her head up. It fell forward, her long brown stringy soaked tomentum covering her face. Little pre orgasmic moans emitted from somewhere under the hair.

The TV was streaming perfectly. All directions were being followed to a tee.

As the video was watched the someone watching and giving orders rubbed their difficult as rock 'n' roll tool. It was so skilful and controlling barking out orders and having them followed. It was like making their very own erotica. All 9 column inch of steel could blow at any clock time.

The video contingent was incredible. Frans facial expressions were captured when her wet tomentum was pulled back. She unwittingly stared at the television camera. A tired spent and exhausted nerve. But the looking at in her big puppy dog brown oculus begged them to give her the biggest orgasm ever. She had so very much pent up energy in her. A porn actor could not have done it better than poor Fran. Her fighting, sounds and movement were spot on. Then her debilitation and pleading. The sound captured every minuscule cry, moan and squeal she emitted. The sweat on her tanned consistency glistened and dripped. The males around her like a pack of unfounded animate being teased and tortured her up to climax repeatedly and then stopped.

Eventually Fran could not handle it anymore. She screamed at them and then begged them to make her cum. She had been brought to the brink at least 5 times. She had to release her pent up energy. This made the males laugh. They had their directions.

They unchained her and put her on her knees…her branch like jello trembled. Two tumid cocks were placed in each of her exempt men. She instinctively jerked them. He hands barely able-bodied to get the picture around them. The circumferences Brobdingnagian. She could feel they were strong and the veins engorged.

Another male stood facing her. Her grabbed her wet gluey pilus and pulled her face towards his cock. It jammed down her pharynx making her choke coil. Fran successfully jerked the tow cocks off almost at the Same time. She felt lovesome large quantities of cum spray down her tits and stomach. The males moaning and grunting.

The male fucking her back talk squeezed her hair and wrenched her brass against his body. Cum was injected down her pharynx. Lots. She swallowed his rich quantities of babe juice.

For the following three hours guys had their way with her. She was doubled by the two freehanded hombre. Her little firm tanned dead body was sandwiched and dwarfed by then as they fucked her in unison. One overly orotund sized prick in her ass and the other in her kitty-cat. She actually liked the look of being stuffed like that even though it hurt a lot. She felt them pump her full of cum. Their dicks throbbed as they released their come into her. So lots that it oozed down the insides of her vibration wooden leg. She knew one of these animals would impregnate her. Which one she thought.

One last Holy Order was given by the mystical person on the other end of the video feed.
Fran was flipped onto her stifle. Her weapons system grabbed and spread to her sides made to compass two More cock. A male lay under her and entered her cunt. Another knelt and forced his way easily into her cum covered moist prick with a cock that made her riot. Two male stood facing her almost sword fighting to vie for her mouthpiece. The other male surrounded her and jerked their dick. They were rough. She received so often cum it would be in her for days.

She felt the tender spray from putz hitting her spinal column and hair. She felt like such a whore. These men were just destroying her. The men fucking her ass and twat had no elbow room left. Their cum sprayed out of her already full insides. She swallowed the terminal two lode in her backtalk.

The video continued. On the other end the male making the orders came 3 times. He thought that little tease deserved that. Would it teach her a lesson ?

Fran exhausted fell asleep when the male were done. She eventually woke up and found near of her clothes. Her knocker and tum bruised and covered with hickies. Her ass well pounded and pussy dripped with cum. These guys knew what they were doing. They had not allowed her to cum. She had a glazed tone in her eyes. Her spine stained and dirty and hair looked like a messed up boo nest.

She slipped her wet cum covered shorts on and tee shirt. The Male had used both to wipe off their stopcock after they had had their way with her. The clothing smelled like sex.

She slowly walked out of the George W. Bush and returned family. At least cum from 5 men dripped between her shorts and down her legs. She could not stop it. If you saw her walking you would think that poor missy flavor like a clique ravaged and had their way with her.

At family she did not recount her boyfriend what had happened. Could he tell ... did he know ?