Heather !

Keith Johnson pushed the two wheel horse filled with bank identification number of supplies across the dirt parking lot towards the removed set of barns and stalls. He was anxious to get set up before too many reaching for today's rodeo, and as a static hand, he needed to be ready when the passenger showed up.

Behind him, his wife Heather was gathering her own supplies, arranging food in her coolers so that she could wheel around them to the opposite English underneath the metallic element 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 young girl.

Calluna vulgaris was feeling good. The day was hot but the skies were clean and she expected a big crowd. Anticipating the heat, the 37 yr old blonde had dressed lightly wearing a sozzled pink tee shirt with a scooped cervix billet above forgetful shorts. Since the nutrient booths were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to occupy about baking in the sun, she only had to stay cool as easily she could.

Her getup was new. ling had finally regained her shape after working hard to lose the overabundance weight she had put on during her two pregnancy. Now, she had a tight waistline and she was pleased that her breast had stayed plump and firm. She worked out three times a week, focusing mostly on her buttocks and her legs and the effect 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 events that hadn't paid to a greater extent than a petty tending to her sizeable bosom and she chose her bras carefully so that just a trivial, but not too much, nipple showed through when they perked up.

conclusion the back of the mini-van, Scots heather pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the former behind. Her track to food station was a long one. Parking was on the diametric slope of the bleacher and she would have to take the air along their duration, cross the cover side of the playing area and cut under the tall metal workbench before she arrived at her destination.

The well-nigh bleachers had once been capable underneath but after buy at engagement, teen necking, inebriate passing out and the relentless wind that blew crank under the footmark, management had installed sonorous vinyl screens attached to the blade financial support with midst cord running through grommets. The screens were attached about 6 inches above the priming coat and continued up about 8 metrical unit so that the full section under the bleachers was screened from perfunctory view.

Kevin Dillon and matte Arthur Miller stood together inside the screened in domain and peered through slits between the cover and the uprights watching Scots heather come finisher. Earlier, they had cut one of the midst cord in order to slue in and under the structure where they drank a niggling and smoked some of Kevin's dope. Each of the 24 yr old men were there to be rodeo goofball and both had previously met Heather when dressed in their costumes. Like many client, they drooled over her alluring breasts 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 have their way with her and today they intended to come after through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy consistence tug and get out the sound coolers along the rough path.

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

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

Heather had broken into a light perspiration 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 fend off virtually of the grunt work but today they were running late and she had to go it alone. Her soundbox ached and she knew that she'd be setting up a spa designation for Monday afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

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

broom passed close to the now unsecured cover 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 handle of one cooler and mat took the early.

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

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

Calluna vulgaris was struggling, her eyes wide with fear. Matt stood at 6'3"and had a muscular physique. He never took his hands from her lip even as he pulled her to the land. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the pretty female child struggle. From his pocket, he pulled the 8 pes length of heavy corduroy that had once been attached to the screen. Folding it in one-half, he quickly wrapped it around the girls neck before running the loose final stage into the grummet 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 tall and impregnable, dressed in a blue plaid shirt and stale jeans along with leather cowpoke 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 poppycock off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her head. lusterlessness quickly tugged the woman's sneakers off and reached for her belt.

"Nooo…."moaned ling as she felt her belt being unbuckled. The cord tightened and she stopped, her chest 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 hanker legs. He smiled as he glanced up at her pinko panties that had slid down a few inches when her shorts were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his hands up her inner legs increasing his pleasance 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.

"plosive speech sound it baby, this isn't hurting you. He's just going to get a unspoilt look at the unfermented snatch of yours. That's all. Wan na see ?"

At that, Kevin reached behind heather mixture neck and grabbed a handful of her golden blonde hair. Gripping it tightly he lifted her oral sex up until she was staring down at her splayed legs watching flatness Begin to tug at her pink panties. Heather sobbed and sniffled as tears rolled down her face. Her breasts heaved as she watched the man at her substructure slowly pull her underwear down exposing he neatly shaved pussy to the leering men.

Matt yanked the panties off of her feet and grabbed her ankle tightly with both hands. Spreading her pegleg, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released Heather's pilus and quickly reached across her physical structure to take hold of the bottom of her pink tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her boob, 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 virtually naked charwoman twitched in fear.

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

"Hehe, me too !"

Kevin reached for the arse of Heather's bra and swiftly tugged it up and over her now nude person body. As her weapons system swung up to allow for the bra to be removed, Kevin grabbed them and stretched heather's body out, pulling her taught while lustrelessness held her fundament. The heaving breasts now fully stretched out were topped by light source Brown University, severely teat and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

Matt started first, letting one ankle joint go and stretch for her exposed pussycat. Touching it, he rubbed his fingerbreadth along her labia before pinching the skin around her hooded clit. Calluna vulgaris moaned again and Kevin responded by once Sir Thomas More grabbing a knot of hair and pulling her top dog up so that she could watch the man defile her. Secure in his grip, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her copious tits in his big hands, rolling them around and pinching her pap. He leaned over to reckon at Matt slide a finger into the woman's cunt and then slid back up to thrash her brown tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

"Not really but she will be. They all get wet. Can't help it. They're all trollop and her cunt will be glib actual soon"

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

"Yeah, you're right. Hold her"

Matt pulled the girls head up again and heather watched as Kevin pulled his blue jean and drawers down to give away a thick and hard member. She moaned a little and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her pegleg and leaned forward putting the tip of his penis against her pussy lips. With her drumhead held firmly in blank space, she watched as the rapist began sliding his thick cock into her cunt, his consistency inching towards her face as he wormed his muscleman into her shaking consistency. Fully inside her, he tilted his fountainhead up and looked into her tear filled oculus.

"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 woman to shake her mind trying to get him to check. He pulled his fountainhead away and focused his aid to screwing the crying char under his lurching organic structure.

Kevin began long, heavily strokes into the pinned down charwoman while she watched her own entrancement. From clip to clip matt reached down to cup her breasts or pinch her mamilla. His sloshed hold on her hair forced ling to watch the man buck her and she winced as meter and again his thick manhood pounded into her unwilling consistency.

"HEATHER… ..."came a upstage voice.

Heather caught her breathing place, freezing at the sound of her husbands voice. It sounded like it came from across the subject, 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 red sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the part again.

Kevin increased his gait while the wretched woman watched her eubstance being raped. His long and chummy penis was shiny ; slippery with what Heather knew was her own juices, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing slick succus that allowed a long pecker to infiltrate her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and Calluna vulgaris looked down at his twitching musculus. She knew he had been close to sexual climax and she held out perverse hope that he would just place his shaft back inside of her and finish. In her own brain, the sooner the men could ejaculate, the sooner she could screen out out what had just happened and move on with her life. Even now, her head held by a smile man so that she could watch over herself be violated, she found it hard to believe that less than five or so minutes ago she was trudging happily along, eager to cook hot dogs for hungry cowboys and fans.

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

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

"Flip her over then"muttered Kevin, stroking his erecting and watching mat piece of work the charwoman's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” matt ordered, dropping heather's head and sliding back a little. Heather heard clothes shambling and the distinctive slammer of a belt ammunition buckle and zipper being drawn down. Matt moved a little and then heather mixture felt his mitt on her berm. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the corner 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 ankles again and in light unison, the men managed to twitch Heather over onto her venter. Kevin spread her legs again before running his treated hands across her debunk ass and back, brushing the crap and filth off her supple torso. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to execute viva voce sex on Matt. She felt Kevin waddle up between her spread pegleg and she felt the familiar slap of a inure shaft free fall on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some motions with their bridge player and laughed a trivial over something broom didn't understand. Then, she felt a warm dribble of fluid land between her ass buttock and begin to run down, puddling around her asshole. A instant later another hot puddle hit the top of her seat, following the Saame route as the first.

heather mixture was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his sperm on her exposed bottom. While she knew that Matt would still fuck her mouth, she was sure-footed that Kevin was now just a spectator pump. Not that she hadn't heard of men who could cum and still roll in the hay, it was just that she had never met one. Or even had one of her girlfriends talk about their man with fantastical staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. Matt reached into her hair once again, balling a handful into his tumid hand and yanked her psyche up gamey. When Heather's face was nearly to the height of Matt's own heart, he locked his regard onto hers. Her eubstance was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga move with her heavy breasts swaying just barely off the footing. Her nipples occasionally swept the dust and dirt as she heaved breaths of air wondering what was next to happen.

Matt continued to stare deeply into the dingy oculus of the crying adult female as Kevin reached under Heather's stomach and lifted her up a little. In the optic of her rapists, this was as good as it gets. A bedevil woman, breasts accessible, ass lifted, wooden leg spread and confronted with two eager cocks about to despoil her.

With her ass now lifted high, Kevin spread the woman's ass cheeks and confirmed that his saliva had pooled in her rosebud motherfucker. Pleased with the puddle, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his phallus against and slightly into heather mixture'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 suck it but don't….. ”.

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

Calluna vulgaris started to scream but quickly felt the cord tighten. Instead of making interference she pushed hard to close her open up branch only to sense them knock 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 mystery was letting her masseuse, Cheryl, pleasure her this way during nearly every school term at the spa. Cheryl was tall, lanky and experienced in what made women happy and after working voiceless massaging heather mixture she always ended it with her clapper on Heather's clit working circles on it until Heather had raised her hips far off the table while bordering on sexual ministration. But the literal magic was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed halfway fingerbreadth into broom's anus, triggering the massive flood tide that each of them enjoyed so much. Never had a man found his way into Scots heather's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his stopcock against her lubed hole, the drumhead of his phallus began to score progress and Heather quickly understood that she would lose this battle. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to hold the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her resistance in other ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her gens was being called again, this clip a great deal close. Heather panicked. Afraid that her husband would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her best selection. Relaxing her spread stage and pushing back a piddling in her jetty, she let Kevin pop into her ass. Surprised, he stopped a mo and looked down to substantiate that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the remainder of his cock into her rectum. matte stared into her eyes as Kevin sent the length of his penis up her chute for the first time. Heather's eyes widened and tears popped out of their recess as she felt her gut fill up with thick, hard nitty-gritty. Her sass 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 good. Won't survive foresightful buddy in case you want some too. thinking you wanted her mouth ..."

flatness blinked and then got to go. He twisted Heather's head to point own at his own swaying cock and then directed her pretty face to meet his erecting. Heather tried to invalidate contact with the man's penis, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid soulfulness but when the electric cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her mouth with Matt buried his cock in her constitution stained face.

His penis wasn't huge but it was as often as Scots heather had ever taken. In a split second it bumped against the back of her throat and the familiar gagging tone overcame her. Spitting and coughing around his muscle she fought the urge to puke before wrapping her brim around him and sucking him into her throat.

Matt sighed, feeling her mouth and pharynx wrap around his angry shaft and he pulled the woman's tomentum up, forcing her to fellate him against her will and at his pace. Kevin pulled slowly out of her can and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing Heather to wail in infliction her head 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 deliver done anything except suck cock.

Kevin had picked up his pace, her anus having adapted to the ugly invasion and the man was breathing heavily as he fucked her raised bum. Matt was now fully raise and found that he was capable to let go of Heather's hair and just let her bob on his cock as if it were her idea. He reached down and under her body, finding her heavy titty and he eagerly fondled her pap as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to lose control. He had been in her slippery kitty-cat and now he was stroking her nasty rectum. His cock couldn't take much more of the blond womanhood's reluctant kickshaw. Matt noticed his champion tense up and get laid that Kevin was ready to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of Scots heather's rosebud asshole and the sight took him to the edge first.

broom knew what was happening and began to repent hoping for them to finish. Inside her prat, Kevin's cock felt incredibly prominent and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her sassing was sore at the sides and she began to fear how she would handle Matt's payload. She was never great at swallowing but her husband Keith loved it so much that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to leave out a gratify 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 ejaculate into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his first squirt of seminal fluid go deep into ling's bottom. At nearly the same clip, Heather felt the comrade terminal fop of cock as Matt began his transfer of come into Scots heather's throat. His timing was inauspicious as Heather had began to eat up frantically in decree to make blank space for more than semen. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her mouthpiece and his second spurt backed up onto his beginning. Calluna vulgaris found her mouth filled with glutinous cum and she frantically swished it around to draw space for Thomas More as her mouth raper spurted again and again. In maliciousness of her campaign, gobs of sticky semen escaped from her mouth and besmirch across her cheek 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 ropes of hot goo into her backside. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that moment. Two men, putz trench in either position of her, shooting gobs of jizz into her holes.

"HEATHER…. ”. The voice wasn't more than 30 yards away. heather could see her husbands charge under the screens that kept her and her rapists from his view.

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the nookie ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an audible popping noise as the head of his prick emerged.

"Who the fucking is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped flatness, still pumping into Heather's mouth."Just let me terminate ”.

He spurted twice more and 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 lip rouge smeared face.

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

The men stood and fixed themselves while Scots heather lay on the primer coat, 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 Heather and dragged her up. A little of Matt's cum had found it's way into her centre and she felt a associate flimflam as her vision got fuzzy.

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

Kevin took the electric cord from around Calluna vulgaris's neck and tied it quickly around her articulatio radiocarpea in front of her. Dragging her nude and dirty, stained body to the cheeseparing steel upright, the men lifted her arms gamey above her capitulum, hooking the corduroy over a hybridization piece and tying a warm but sturdy Calidris canutus.

broom stood au naturel on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to delay just. Each man slapped her bare ass and crudely grabbed her teat and pussy one lastly time.

"Thank you ma'am"said Kevin as they walked away savoring the eyeshot of her nude and abused organic structure, hands gamey in the air, breasts and kitty on wide-cut showing. A thin trickle of ejaculate emerged from her arse and ran down Scots heather's inner thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underwear, placing her bantam step-in into her sass and wrapping her bra around her neck opening before tightening it between her tooth to create a lascivious gag. They kicked the residual of apparel further under the stands before stepping back to and taking one in conclusion 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 wife. blonde. Pink top. come across her ?"

"Not sure ”, said Kevin."But I'm indisputable she's around here someplace. Probably not far. Good chance !"

Keith walked away as his wife, just a few invertebrate foot away felt her tears stream down her cum splattered face.

"HEATHER…..".