My poor Girlfriend….

Fran we will call her was always a petty bit of a tease. She would prune really provocatively and loved the attention for doing this. The cat calls, whistles, spanks on the ass. It form of ticked me off a little, but I was also felicitous I had such a hot girlfriend.

I repeatedly told her not to enclothe the way she did in the summertime. Little jean shorts with the scoop 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 imagine other guys and fille that looked at you.

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

Spring came and then summertime. It was an extremely affectionate summer and all the little girl dressed so scantily now a days. Mine was no different. I swear her boxers got shorter every year. I wish girls looked like her when I went to college or university !

Fran would bike constantly and her legs would firm and tan like crazy. She told me how truckers would beep at her on the highway and probably twitch off as they drove by. Once a van had stopped and told her to hop in. She said if she had they would have probably ravaged her for nautical mile and then have her out bare and spent on the side of the highway.

She was just over five feet tall and had slimmed down to a nice 110 pounds. Her 36dd tits stood out at attention from her categorical stomach. Her bumble bee ass was round and firm. Long brown hair stopped just above her ass.

By mid summertime I was fucking her twice a day. She looked so hot. As soon as I saw her in skimpy slutty petty jean short I would drag out her to the bedroom or fuddle her over the back of the couch or onto the dining room table. I would pump her full-of-the-moon of cum. She would laugh and ride me more.

The miserable girl did not pull in how crazy she was driving me. She was sinless and a prickteaser. I needed to make a plan to pass water her learn a lesson. We had a good open relationship so I did not deal how this object lesson played out. In fact it excited me a lot.

Fran would always go down to the beach or go on long wage hike by herself. I warned her all the clock time to watch out for bad bozo that she might come upon and get reward of her. She laughed and said she could take maintenance of herself. I thought to myself if I was bad and saw a hot little gal walking in the Grant Wood I would read advantage of her. So would others !

I set off to concoct my architectural plan. Fran always had one field she liked to hike up to. It was remote control and about 6 geographical mile in the bush. The end of the track came out onto a nice sandy beach with heavy rocky cliffs. The moving ridge would overwhelm out any screams and no one ever hiked in there. There were also a variety of caves that could be useful.

Todays rise was no different. Fran put on the sexiest shortest pair of worn out old denim guesswork jean shorts. The face lily-white scoop hung below the cut off legs and contrasted nicely on her bronze firm leg. From waistline to penetrate the shorts were only a scant 8 inches. She wore a tight tweed t shirt and underneath the flimsy two piece egg white Bikini ever. She had short pom pom wind sleeve and runners. A picayune egg white acme hat held a single pony tail out the backrest. I wanted to climb up her so bad but I waited instead for my plan to hatch.

She gave me a little peck on the cheek and laughed as she could see I had a woodwind in my pant. She told me she would be back in 3 hours.

That is what you think I chuckled in my brain.

I watched her rhythm petty ass wiggle as she walked away. I had some doubts. 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 rough root covered vex trail the hot sun beat down on her. She stopped and grabbed a boozing of piss from her water bottle accidentally spilling it down the front of her t shirt. The slim down white shirt was now sheer. Her wet tanned tummy stuck to it and the bikini outline showed. This caused her to remove her shirt and put it in the niggling tartan inner circle sack she brought with her.

When the shirt was removed turgid 36dd breasts were exposed covered by the smallest string bikini ever. The bikini barely held her tan white meat in. She sprayed more weewee from the water system bottleful over her head and down her front. Her tan glistened.

The hike continued…..

Eventually she made it to the beach. heavy 7 foot waves crashed loudly against the shore. A strong fart blew from the south towards earth. The idle words although inviolable was made up of warm air.

Fran stood closed her eye and inhaled the new sea air in. It smelled great.

The plan ran like clockwork. Two tall good looking male emerged from the drop-off area 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 small talk. Fran blushed.

The male person said they were visiting from out of town and on a wage hike. They asked her to join them down the beach near the cliff country. Fran said yes.

As she walked down the beach the males pulled some beer from a multitude. They offered her one and she took it. The cold beer tasted swell after a recollective warm tramp. She finished it in no time.

Fran did start to get a little nervous as they walked further and further from the trail. They were starting to get into the cliff expanse. She hesitated for a minute but the guy wire convinced her to proceed. She thought they were nice.

Around a corner they came to a fire and a prominent cliff opening. Around the fervidness sat another 10 Guy. They were all drinking beers.

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

She sat down and before she realized had consumed another 4 beers. By now the hot sun and lack of food went to her fountainhead. She could finger a bit of a pelt coming on.

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

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

The male said to the other guys,"okay boys, lets start ”.

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 fight down to get away but the 4 Male holding each arm held them like vice.

On the rampart just inside the cave was a set of wrist shackles. They secured her by her wrists with her hired man stretched well above her chief. Her toes kicked at the little pebbles barely touching the cave base. She had no traction.

The one male stayed on the earpiece to strike directions and also operated a camera. U/k to Fran a live provender was directed to a mortal or many people.

Fran begged and pleaded as the males all discase. She knew they each were going to make out her defenceless picayune organic structure somewhere. Large handwriting caressed and touched her clothed trunk everywhere. One Male kissed her sticking his tongue 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 point of debilitation. She hung there as the male rubbed every death column inch of her body. Her pap erect and hard. Tingling in her inside. Her pussy pulsated.

She looked around and observed all sizes of intemperately engorged turncock ranging in length from 7 to 15 inches. The fear showed in her eyes.

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

"Remove her clothes"the male on the sound ordered. A simple pulling released the two-piece top. It fell to the ground and was stepped on by the male surrounding her. Her turgid business firm luscious tits stood straight out. Each one received tending by rubbing, squeezing or being sucked on. Her mammilla were sensitive. Hard as little rocks.

Pre cum wet cock heads rubbed against her drawers and peg making the tan glisten.
Her jeans shorts ripped effortlessly down her peg revealing a niggling trilateral string bottom bikini. It had become wet from the attending. The males cheered. Each incline train was gently pulled on revealing a trim tumesce clit. A male knelt down and started flicking it with his retentive serpent like tongue. This gave Fran a butterfly genius in her tum. The spit worked little circles around and the clit and then darted in and out of her pussy.

Fran felt like she was going to detonate with the most incredible sexual climax ever. The male on the phone could tell. He told them to stop and let her get worked up. After awhile they went back to mould stimulating her some more.

The hot summer day made her lather. Her entire consistence glistened as she hung limp tired and exhausted. Held up by two arm shackles. Her neck exhausted could not arrest her head up. It fell forward, her long John Brown stringy soaked haircloth covering her fount. Little pre orgasmic moan emitted from somewhere under the tomentum.

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

As the video was watched the person watching and giving orders rubbed their hard as rock cock. It was so just and controlling barking out club and having them followed. It was like making their very own erotica. All 9 inches of steel could bumble at any metre.

The video detail was incredible. Frans nervus facialis expressions were captured when her wet hair was pulled back. She unwittingly stared at the camera. A exhaust spent and exhausted boldness. But the look in her big puppy dog brown middle begged them to give her the biggest sexual climax ever. She had so much pent up energy in her. A erotica actor could not have done it better than piteous Fran. Her fight, sounds and bowel movement were spot on. Then her exhaustion and pleading. The sound captured every picayune cry, moan and squeal she emitted. The sweat on her tanned body glistened and dripped. The males around her like a pack of wild brute teased and tortured her up to culminate repeatedly and then stopped.

Eventually Fran could not plow 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 legs like jello trembled. Two large turncock were placed in each of her liberal hands. She instinctively jerked them. He hands barely able to grasp around them. The perimeter vast. She could experience they were hard and the mineral vein engorged.

Another male person stood facing her. Her grabbed her wet sticky hair and pulled her face towards his cock. It jammed down her throat making her choke. Fran successfully jerked the tow cocks off almost at the Sami time. She felt affectionate with child amount of cum spray down her tits and stomach. The males moaning and grunting.

The male fucking her mouth squeezed her hair and wrenched her expression against his dead body. Cum was injected down her pharynx. sight. She swallowed his copious amount of babe juice.

For the side by side three hours guys had their way with her. She was doubled by the two biggest guys. Her little firm tanned trunk was sandwiched and dwarfed by then as they fucked her in unison. One overly large sized dick in her ass and the former in her pussy. She actually liked the impression of being stuffed like that even though it hurt a lot. She felt them pump her full phase of the moon of cum. Their peter throbbed as they released their come into her. So much that it oozed down the interior of her palpitation stage. She knew one of these animals would impregnate her. Which one she thought.

One finish ordination was given by the mysterious person on the other end of the TV feed.
Fran was flipped onto her articulatio genus. Her weaponry grabbed and spread to her sides made to apprehend two to a greater extent tool. A male lay under her and entered her cunt. Another knelt and forced his way easily into her cum covered dampish bunghole with a dick that made her scream. Two males stood facing her almost sword fighting to vie for her rima oris. The other male person surrounded her and jerked their dick. They were rough. She received so much cum it would be in her for days.

She felt the strong spray from putz hitting her back and hair. She felt like such a cocotte. These men were just destroying her. The men fucking her ass and cunt had no room left. Their cum sprayed out of her already full inside. She swallowed the live on two loads in her lip.

The video continued. On the early end the male making the guild came 3 meter. He thought that slight vamper deserved that. Would it learn her a lesson ?

Fran exhausted fell asleep when the male were done. She eventually woke up and found most of her wearing apparel. Her breasts and stomach 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 flavour in her eyes. Her backbone stained and dirty and hair looked like a messed up skirt nest.

She slipped her wet cum covered short circuit on and tee shirt. The males had used both to wipe off their pecker after they had had their way with her. The clothing smelled like sex.

She slowly walked out of the bush and returned plate. At least cum from 5 men dripped between her shorts and down her ramification. She could not stop it. If you saw her walking you would think that short girl looking like a pack ravaged and had their way with her.

At home she did not secernate her swain what had happened. Could he tell ... did he know ?