Heather !

Keith Johnson pushed the two wheeler filled with binful of supplies across the dirt parking lot towards the distant set of barn and stables. He was anxious to get set up before too many arrivals for today's rodeo, and as a stalls paw, he needed to be cook when the riders showed up.

Behind him, his married woman ling was gathering her own supplies, arranging food in her coolers so that she could wheel them to the opposite word position underneath the metal bleachers where her hot dog stall was located. She and her husband worked every rodeo they could and the extra income helped in raising their two Whitney Moore Young Jr. daughter.

heather was feeling good. The day was hot but the skies were crystalise and she expected a big crowd. Anticipating the hotness, the 37 year old blond had dressed lightly wearing a blind drunk pink tee shirt with a scooped neck opening line above short shorts. Since the food for thought booths were located under the far bleacher, she didn't have to occupy about baking in the sun, she only had to remain cool as comfortably she could.

Her kit was new. Heather had finally regained her chassis after working hard to lose the excess free weight she had put on during her two pregnancies. Now, she had a tight waist and she was proud of that her breasts had stayed plump and house. She worked out three times a workweek, focusing mostly on her butt and her legs and the results were plain to see. She knew that many of her male client bought their intellectual nourishment from her not because of her cookery, but because they liked to stare and she loved being the centerfield of their attention. There weren't many regulars at the events that hadn't paid more than than a little attention to her sizeable bosom and she chose her brassiere carefully so that just a little, but not too much, nipple showed through when they perked up.

Closing the cover of the mini-van, heather mixture pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the other rump. Her course to food station was a long one. Parking was on the reverse side of the bleachers and she would deliver to take the air along their length, cross the back incline of the field and cut under the magniloquent metal benches before she arrived at her goal.

The come near bleacher had once been open up underneath but after frequent scrap, teenagers necking, inebriate passing out and the relentless steer that blew applesauce under the steps, management had installed heavy vinyl screen door attached to the steel supports with deep corduroy running through grommets. The screens were attached about 6 column inch above the ground and continued up about 8 infantry so that the entire subdivision under the bleachers was screened from nonchalant view.

Kevin Dillon and Matt Miller stood together inside the screened in orbit and peered through prick between the screens and the uprights watching broom amount closer. to begin with, they had cut one of the thick cords in ordination to slip in and under the body structure where they drank a little and smoked some of Kevin's weed. 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 customers, they drooled over her tempting breasts and shapely anatomy and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a probability. Over the past month they conspired to give birth their way with her and today they intended to adopt through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy body tug and pull in the sullen coolers along the jolty 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 perch 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 deflect virtually of the grunt work but today they were running late and she had to go it alone. Her body 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 ”, said Kevin as Heather walked towards the men hiding behind the blind. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two couple of cowboy boots just under the edge of the vinyl but she was too concerned about keeping the coolers upright as she navigated the rutted path.

Calluna vulgaris passed close to the now unsecured 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 vocalism. Kevin grabbed the handle of one cooler and Matt took the other.

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

"Yeah well, I don't think so"said flatness as he pulled the ice chest handle and grabbed her shank. Her cry was muffled by his big hand and with a tug, he pulled her off her ft and dragged her into the darken and shield area under the bleacher. Kevin pulled the coolers in behind him and wheeled them out of the way before following Matt.

Scots heather was struggling, her eyes wide 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 pretty young lady struggle. From his air hole, he pulled the 8 pes length of lumbering cord that had once been attached to the screen. Folding it in one-half, he quickly wrapped it around the fille neck before running the liberate ends into the iteration he had made. With a quick jerk, he tightened it and the binder began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the piece of ass up"Kevin whispered. Like Matt, he was marvellous and secure, dressed in a Amytal plaid shirt and dusty denim along with leather cowboy chaps.

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

Calluna vulgaris stopped struggling and the two men worked to lay her fully down on her back, the cord still wrapped around her neck opening.

"Get her stuff off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her head. lustrelessness quickly tugged the woman's sneak off and reached for her belt.

"Nooo…."moaned Heather as she felt her belt being unbuckled. The electric cord tightened and she stopped, her chest heaving as she began to panic.

The man finished opening the buckle and unsnapped the push of her short before unzipping them and pulling them off of her long legs. He smiled as he glanced up at her pink 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 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.

"diaphragm it baby, this isn't hurting you. He's just going to get a dear look at the sweet twat of yours. That's all. Wan na see ?"

At that, Kevin reached behind heather neck opening and grabbed a handful of her gilded blonde fuzz. Gripping it tightly he lifted her straits up until she was staring down at her splayed ramification watching Matt Menachem Begin to tug at her pink panties. Heather sobbed and sniffled as tears rolled down her font. Her titty heaved as she watched the man at her feet slowly pull her underwear down exposing he neatly shaved puss to the leering men.

flatness yanked the scanty off of her feet and grabbed her ankles tightly with both hands. Spreading her legs, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released Scots heather's hair's-breadth and quickly reached across her consistency to snap up the prat of her rap 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.

"somebody likes pink ”, Kevin laughed staring at her trembling segmentation as the near bare woman twitched in fearfulness.

"Yeah me !"replied Matt still holding the fair sex 's legs open while eyeing her sarcoid slit with tidal bore eyes.

"Hehe, me too !"

Kevin reached for the stern of heather's bra and swiftly tugged it up and over her now nude body. As her blazonry swung up to allow the bra to be removed, Kevin grabbed them and stretched Heather's body out, pulling her taught while lusterlessness held her feet. The heaving breasts now fully stretched out were topped by fire up brown, laborious teat and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

Matt started first, letting one ankle go and reach for her uncovered pussy. Touching it, he rubbed his fingers along her labia before pinching the skin around her hooded clit. Heather moaned again and Kevin responded by once more grabbing a slub of hair and pulling her head up so that she could view the man defile her. Secure in his grasp, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her ample boob in his big script, rolling them around and pinching her mammilla. He leaned over to look at Matt slide a finger into the char's kitty and then slid back up to solve her Robert Brown tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

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

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

"Yeah, you're right. Hold her"

Matt pulled the girlfriend head up again and heather mixture watched as Kevin pulled his jean and trunks down to reveal a thick and grueling member. She moaned a trivial and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her ramification and leaned forward putting the tip of his member against her pussy sassing. With her caput held firmly in piazza, she watched as the rapist began sliding his thick cock into her cunt, his soundbox inching towards her side as he wormed his brawniness into her shaking dead body. Fully inside her, he tilted his head up and looked into her binge filled center.

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

Kevin began long, heavy strokes into the pinned down woman while she watched her own ravishment. From time to time Matt reached down to cup her breast or swipe her nipple. His tight hold on her hair forced heather mixture to take in the man buck her and she winced as fourth dimension and again his thick manhood pounded into her unwilling body.

"HEATHER… ..."came a removed voice.

Heather caught her intimation, freezing at the speech sound of her married man 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 Scots heather was torn between calling out for help and keeping mum for her own rubber and to nullify the unmentionable embarrassment of being seen during a crimson sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the vocalisation again.

Kevin increased his pace while the pathetic woman watched her consistency being raped. His retentive and midst penis was glossy ; slippery with what Scots heather knew was her own succus, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing wily juice that allowed a farseeing cock to penetrate her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and broom looked down at his twitching muscle. She knew he had been close to climax and she held out depraved Bob Hope that he would just place his rotating shaft back inside of her and finish. In her own mind, the sooner the men could ejaculate, the sooner she could sort out what had just happened and be active on with her life. Even now, her head held by a grinning man so that she could look out herself be violated, she found it hard to believe that LE than five or so minutes ago she was trudging happily along, eager to cook hot dogs for athirst cowboy and fans.

"Deliverer she's upright now"said Kevin."You want some ? ”.

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

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

"Get out the way then bro'” mat ordered, dropping Heather's head and sliding back a footling. Heather heard clothes shuffle and the distinctive clink of a belt ammunition warp and zipper being drawn down. flatness moved a little and then Heather felt his hands on her articulatio humeri. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a bobbing penis, midst but not quite hard on video display. He had opened his jeans to withdraw his humanity and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her mortise joint again and in loose unison, the men managed to flip out Heather over onto her stomach. Kevin spread her legs again before running his enured hands across her exposed ass and back, brushing the poop and filth off her supple body. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to perform oral sex on mat. She felt Kevin waddle up between her spread leg and she felt the familiar smack of a hardened prick dip on her ass cheek.

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

Calluna vulgaris was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his sperm on her open bottom. While she knew that Matt would still have a go at it her lip, she was confident that Kevin was now just a viewer. Not that she hadn't heard of men who could cum and still have intercourse, it was just that she had never met one. Or even had one of her girl talk about their man with grand staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. mat reached into her hair once again, balling a handful into his large helping hand and yanked her head up highschool. When Heather's grimace was nearly to the meridian of matte's own eyes, he locked his gaze onto hers. Her body was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga move with her intemperate breasts swaying just barely off the ground. Her nipples occasionally swept the dust and dirt as she heaved breathing space of air wondering what was next to happen.

mat continued to stare deeply into the down in the mouth centre of the crying womanhood as Kevin reached under broom's tummy and lifted her up a little. In the eyes of her rapist, this was as secure as it gets. A tormented woman, breasts accessible, ass lifted, peg spread and confronted with two bore cocks about to dishonour her.

With her ass now lifted in high spirits, Kevin spread the woman's ass cheek and confirmed that his spittle had pooled in her rosebud asshole. Pleased with the puddle, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his phallus against and slightly into Heather's small hole.

Scots heather lurched forward, vainly trying to avoid 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 have to"replied Kevin as he pushed hard against Calluna vulgaris's asshole.

heather mixture started to scream but quickly felt the cord tighten. Instead of making disturbance she pushed hard to close her open legs only to palpate them relegate up against Kevin's sinewy consistence. His continued pressure frightened her and she started to panic. She had never let a man into her ass and her deepest closed book was letting her masseuse, Cheryl, pleasure her this way during nearly every session at the spa. Cheryl was tall, lanky and experienced in what made women happy and after working concentrated massaging ling she always ended it with her tongue on broom's clit working set on it until Heather had raised her hips far off the mesa while bordering on sexual rest period. But the real conjuration was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed middle finger into Heather's anus, triggering the massive coming that each of them enjoyed so much. Never had a man found his way into ling's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his putz against her lubricate hole, the head of his penis began to stool 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 impedance in early ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her name was being called again, this time a great deal 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 option. Relaxing her paste wooden leg and pushing back a petty in her groin, she let Kevin pop into her ass. Surprised, he stopped a minute and looked down to corroborate that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the remainder of his cock into her rectum. Matt stared into her eyes as Kevin sent the distance of his member up her chute for the number 1 time. Heather's heart widened and split popped out of their corners as she felt her gut fill up with thick, severely sum. Her mouth opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her nates, his member now fully in the woman's ass.

"God, that's good. Won't last long buddy in case you want some too. idea you wanted her back talk ..."

matte blinked and then got to work. He twisted heather's head to steer own at his own swaying prick and then directed her pretty face to meet his hard-on. Scots heather tried to head off contact with the man's phallus, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid mortal but when the cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her mouth with Matt buried his rooster in her makeup stained face.

His phallus wasn't Brobdingnagian but it was as much as Heather had ever taken. In a split up second it bumped against the dorsum of her pharynx and the familiar gagging touch overcame her. spitting and coughing around his muscularity she fought the urge to puke before wrapping her lips around him and sucking him into her throat.

mat sighed, feeling her mouth and throat wrap around his angry light beam and he pulled the cleaning lady's hair up, forcing her to blow him against her will and at his footstep. Kevin pulled slowly out of her nates and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing Heather to wail in pain her read/write head bobbed up and down on Matt's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her epithet again, now on this side of the field and easily within shouting distance if she could have got done anything except suck cock.

Kevin had picked up his pace, her anus having adapted to the horrifying violation and the man was breathing heavily as he fucked her raised bum. matte was now fully vertical and found that he was able to let go of Heather's whisker and just let her bob on his cock as if it were her estimation. He reached down and under her body, finding her large breasts and he eagerly fondled her nipples as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to recede control. He had been in her slippery twat and now he was stroking her tight rectum. His cock couldn't read much more of the blond fair sex's reluctant treats. matt noticed his friend 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 asshole and the sight took him to the edge first.

Heather knew what was happening and began to rue hoping for them to end up. Inside her bottom, Kevin's cock felt incredibly large and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her rima oris was sore at the position and she began to fear how she would plow lusterlessness's warhead. She was never great at swallowing but her hubby Keith loved it so a lot that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to drop a satisfying loading 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 blurt into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his first spurt of semen go deep into broom's bottom. At nearly the same time, broom felt the familiar last swell of peter as Matt began his transfer of semen into Heather's pharynx. His timing was unfortunate person as Scots heather had began to swallow frantically in monastic order to make space for more come. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her back talk and his second spirt backed up onto his first base. heather mixture found her mouth filled with sticky cum and she frantically swished it around to make outer space for Sir Thomas More as her lip raper spurted again and again. In spitefulness of her movement, gobs of sticky ejaculate escaped from her mouth and smeared across her cheek and chin.

Kevin kept his hammer 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 buttocks. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that instant. Two men, cock deep in either slope of her, shooting dozens of jizz into her holes.

"HEATHER…. ”. The voice wasn't Sir Thomas More than 30 G away. ling could see her husband boots under the screens that kept her and her raper from his view.

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the fuck ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an audible popping dissonance as the point of his prick emerged.

"Who the fuck is that ?"

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

He spurted twice more and Heather swallowed promptly having now timed her sucking and swallowing with his spurts. A minute 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 matte."We're recent anyway ”.

The men stood and fixed themselves while heather mixture lay on the flat coat, nude and crying.

"What about her"asked matte."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 eyes and she felt a familiar confidence trick as her imagination got fuzzy.

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

Kevin took the corduroy from around Calluna vulgaris's cervix and tied it quickly around her wrists in front of her. Dragging her nude painting and dirty, stained body to the nearest steel upright, the men lifted her weapon system heights above her head, hooking the cord over a hybridization piece and tying a quick but sturdy knot.

Heather stood nude on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to stay upright piano. Each man slapped her bare ass and crudely grabbed her titty and pussy one finish time.

"Thank you ma'am"said Kevin as they walked away savoring the view of her nude and mistreat body, hands highschool in the air, tit and cunt on total video display. A reduce trickle of come emerged from her backside and ran down Scots heather's intimate thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underclothes, placing her tiny scanty into her mouth and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her teeth to create a lewd gag. They kicked the rest of apparel further under the stands 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.

"Heather. My married woman. Blonde. pinko top. Seen her ?"

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

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

"HEATHER…..".