Once Bill and I had climbed over the fence, things happened fast. The straps holding the muffin on the litter were removed and she was carried into the larger of the two cabins. It smelled musty and woodsy with fall leaves. Along the back wall was a dirty mattress on a box spring with place attached to the corners and top rail for restraining a victim. They laid the muffin on her back and started to remove her clothing. Bill fired up a propane heater in the turning point to hold on us all warm during the debauch to come.

Harold unzipped her rails top and pulled her branch out of the arm. All wearable was folded neatly on a little wooden English table. Then he pulled her jersey over her head and removed it. Her blanched bra didn't quite conceal her full phase of the moon boob. She looked eighteen or nineteen, compact and well built, not cheeseparing or obese, but pleasantly plump. I was aroused.

As he worked, I asked him,"So what happens after we fuck her ? I don't want to be involved in a murder."

Bill shot me a quick look."You wouldn't have much of a choice, would you ?"he said with a leer."But it won't come to that. You see we've been doing this for geezerhood now. Harold there is a medical Doctor, and he's come up with a memory board drug. When administered, it causes amnesia, blanks out the lastly week or so in the patient's memory, erases it totally. Works somehow on the persona of the brain creditworthy for short-term memory. So we just take the muffin to some place near where we found her, administer the drug while she's out moth-eaten, and when she wakes up, she won't remember anything about us."

Slim—Alastair—had a tight grinning."It's worked like a charm. They don't know anything about us or what we did to them. Just go back to their spirit with sore twat, and when they get pregnant, they can't even recount their parents who fucked them."He laughed.

poster now pulled down the muffin's track pants, exposing her white panties. I could clearly see the outline of her snatch in the cotton fiber fabric. note caught me staring hungrily at her crotch."Go ahead,"he chuckled."You're going first off anyway. Do what you want to her."

I had for a long metre lusted after these bits of teenager frippery that walked past my door every day on their way home from school, giggling and wiggling their seat and pressing their books against their big tit. Watching all that porn had helped my sexual resourcefulness to run wild. Now my fantasies were becoming real.

I rubbed her crotch with my fingerbreadth, feeling the tumid lips of her twat. Then I grabbed her waistband and pulled the pantie slowly down her legs, revealing the Brown muff of her pubic hair and the coral lips of her sex twat. I moved my fingers up and down her slit, feeling them sink between them into strong wetness, bumping against her clitoral hood, and dipping down into her vaginal entrance.

As I held my fingers to my nose, smelling her sex juice, Bill asked,"How do you desire to do her ? missionary ? Doggy expressive style ?"

At that, she stirred and rolled over, waking up, though still dazed from the drug they gave her."Where am I ? Who are you ? What are you doing ? Ahhhhhggggg !"as she realized she was naked.

The others grabbed her and held her pile. peak looked at me again."How ?"he asked.

"Tied,"I said,"missionary way, on her backrest. Hands over her head. peg spread."

circular grinned and nodded."Man after my own heart."So he held the muffin down while Alastair and Harold got to make.

A twain of handcuff dangled on a chain from the military post at the head of the bed. She was strong so the two men had to play to force her carpus into handlock as she struggled and twisted and tried to roll over. As the handlock clicked shut, she started to scream."aid ! helper ! Anyone out there ! help oneself me ! Oowwww !"

Alastair and Harold slapped her bosom and jammed a bandana into her oral fissure to quiet her. Each seized an ankle and buckled leather cuffs on them. These they attached to posts projecting from opposite sides of the bed. Her creamy adolescent thighs spread wide and displayed her naked cunt and asshole."closure ! stop !"she tried to cry through the cloth gagging her mouth."I'll call the cops ! You dirty men ! You'll be sorry. Aaaarrrggghh !"

Bill pinched her pap hard, but that didn't shut her up, so he produced a orb gag from a pliant container under the bed, jammed it into her mouth on top of the bandanna, and strapped it around her head."I guess she won't be sucking us off just yet,"he said with a grisly smile.

Harold dug into a backpack flung in a corner and produced a handful of low baseball diamond pills."munition for the combat to come, bloke,"he grinned, handing them around. A can of beer from the Saame battalion washed them down."It's getting warm in here. Time to get together our muffin in the buff."

It was indeed getting warm as the little propane heater in the cabin went into overdrive. I realized I was about to exhibit my bareness to three other men I had only just met and under stressful circumstances. But the bound display of the lovely muffin's breasts and pussy hill between her wide ranch legs was enough to fire up the ardor of lust, and I began to take away my shirt and trousers.

The others did the same in silence. Two crude chairs fashioned from the trees of the woodland served as our dressing board. Shirts were carefully folded and placed on the seats ; trousers were carefully draped over the chairman backs ; shoes and windsock were carefully lined up under the chairs. All that was left was our underwear.

"Get the photographic camera, Alastair,"said Bill, motioning to another enceinte backpack near the door. It was clear Alastair was the photographer in the grouping, and he proved it by pulling out and setting up a professional person kit of lights, tripods, and photographic camera covering every angle of the bed.

"All set,"he nodded at Bill, who nodded at me."Lights, camera, action, Phillip,"he said, motioning meaningfully at the gem naked on the bed.

"OK,"I thought."They want a show. Just act naturally."My rude inclination was to taste her pussy before I fucked her, so I crawled onto the bed between her pegleg and separated her labia with my fingers to get a unspoilt look at her snatch and arouse myself. As I bent to lick up and down and around her clit, I was aware out of the recession of my eye of Alastair's tv camera zooming in on my unwritten ministrations. The muffin lifted her head briefly to stare down her belly at the top of my head fringed with grayish hair as my mouth sucked in her clitoris and sent lightning news bulletin through her loins.

Before long, I was breathing heavily and so was she. My lust was up, and I could palpate the pills kicking in as my bring up phallus stiffened and streaks of sexual electric energy exploding in my belly and through my testicles and dick. I stood up slowly, noting that the former men were still in their underclothes, watching me carefully, waiting for the Revelation. Would I observe my phantasy or wilt with the tenseness and guilt of it ?

I lowered my underclothing and stepped out of them, tossing the garment on a chairman. My cock stood up proudly to attending, its red coral head flaring. It wasn't as upright as in my youth, but still quite capable and still quite large. As I turned to face the camera, my penis bobbed a greeting to my new supporter."fountainhead, well,"said invoice, grinning."You look gear up to fulfil a phantasy. We want to see you do her, and don't be shy."

I mounted the bed and mounted the young woman. Her blue eyes were open wide and pleading, and she moaned supplications behind her ball gag, asking me not to bonk her. It suddenly occurred to me that she might be a Virgo. I probed experimentally with my peter psyche between her cunt mouth and there encountered a barrier.

I only needed to front over at Harold and broadside."She's a Virgin,"I said.

"Obviously,"said Harold dryly.

"So ?"said Bill."shag her. We want to see this."Alastair moved closer with a video tv camera. Harold wielded a still tv camera, focussing on my erect, throbbing penis now lodged in the entrance to the muffin's vagina.

I gave a pelvic push, and the all-inclusive shelf of my glans penis disappeared between the oily wet backtalk of her cunt and stopped. I pulled out a bit and shoved in again.

"Uuunnnggghh,"emerged from her song chords muffled by the gag. I began a series of short jabbing, sawing my penis back and Forth in the quick entranceway to her slit, now slippery with her pussy succus between Edward Young labia. With each button inside, I felt my pecker head actuate a little farther as it banged up against her virgin roadblock.

Gradually I could feel her maidenhead giving way with each thrust. I pulled back again and saw my cock head streaked with parentage. Almost there. With a mightily lunge of my hips, I drove my cock hard into her snatch and broke past the tissue layer. She yelled loud and then sobbed and cried as I backed out a bit and force back my penis forward again, mad with lustfulness, feeling my penis gliding up deep into her vagina.

handbill's smile was broad."Alright then."Harold was beginning to breathe hard, staring at the conjunction of my cock in the muffin's snatch. His right hand slipped into his shorts and he began to rub down his own penis.

Her hair was tossed across the soiled old pillow as she shook her promontory back and forth, squealing behind the formal gag, her heart wide and everlasting malediction at me. Her face were flushed and wet with split. Her Chin with its darling little dimple trembled with emotion. Her chest was flushed down to her full breasts, their round areolas iniquity against the peach of her skin and their tit now pebbled and pointing straight up. She was beautiful and she was mine. She grunted and her tits shook as I rammed my penis into her vagina several multiplication, not believing my thoroughly destiny, an impossible fantasy fulfilled here in wing Pass.

"Up, up,"came the direction from Alastair behind the TV photographic camera with a waving of his hand."Let's see."I knew what he wanted, being a porn junkie, so I raised myself up on my articulatio genus to expose my-cock-in-her-cunt action mechanism to their view. I thrust in and out slowly so his camera could record lots of the cock-stiffening motions of the sex act : long, slow movement of her fat hairy bitch rim sucking around my stopcock shaft streaked with the White person of her vaginal lubrication and the red of her virginal blood.

posting beside Harold was now also breathing hard. He jerked down his underpants and pulled them off and began openly stroking his very great, thick penis to hard-on while staring at my rooster fucking the muffin's hairy young cunt.

"Put your right leg up over hers,"came Alastair's focussing. He was breathing hard too, his erect cock now making a collapsible shelter of his underwear, but he kept his eye glued to the camera viewfinder. A rattling pro. He knew how to bring in smut television. Awkwardly I managed to get my right foot up over her left thigh and flora it on the bed without pulling my hammer out of her cunt. Alastair crouched down behind us as I continued to stroke my penis slowly and firmly in and out of her vagina.

I knew what he was recording ; in the window that opened between my buttocks and hers, he saw her anguished face, her jiggling breasts, the round curves of her paunch and pussy mound, the unfold lips of her twat, my cock jabbing in and out between them, her erect clitoris above the fucking, my asshole and testicle, and her asshole below. It was dirty, it was lustful, it was make out nudity, it was total photo of private division in the most internal act, it was a cruel forbidden fuck of a stripling, it was magic.

I had never felt so alive, so aroused, so totally sexual. And I had an audience who appreciated what I was doing to the girl.

nib and Harold now flanked the muffin. Harold had removed his underpants. His heavyset penis stuck up proudly under his paunch. I realized that these guys really loved fucking as a great deal as I did, kindred pervert look. He and invoice were now rubbing their hammer heads around and around the gem's nipples, still staring hard at my shaft fucking into her cunt with long, firm fortuity."You OK ?"eyeshade asked me with a grin.

"Sure,"I replied,"but I'm getting close."They knew what I meant. My cock was getting hot and stiff, set up to explode into her cunt. Alastair moved to the incline of the bed for a all-encompassing shot of the fucking. Bill and Harold retreated beside him. I covered the gem and kissed her impertinence as I thrust my turncock faster and faster into her cunt. I raised myself up on one hand and fondled her left tit while the other bounced grueling as I fucked her cunt, my hips now a blur in the bowl of her outstretched thighs. Alastair moved behind us for a low stratum nip of pecker in cunt, the pussy lips now foaming with her steamy lubrications.

I was now in a zone of full luxuria. The world contracted to my consistency attacking hers. My penis was hot and throbbing, sending electrical electrical shock throughout my whole body. I was also aware of my interview, these three naked men now silent as the last moments of this shag roared to a flood tide. My cock pounded hard and fast into the muffin's confidant porta, the sacred vagina awaiting the sacrament of sperm.

"Ouuugh. Ouuuugghhff,"I grunted as my climax hit me. My pecker stiffened in her snatch and began to spurt cum into her vaginal profoundness. I thrust and thrust and thrust until the last drop of come had left my cock and I began a slowly relaxation and retreat from arousal.

It occurred to me later that we had not discussed ejaculation. If we came in her puss, a forensic test of the gem would yield our DNA and shit us traceable by the police. And I had just come in her pussy. Harold later explained to me that the amnesia drug was so good that the gem would not suspect what had happened to her. He had a soothing cream that would take the irritation out of her cunt and other function of her body we abused, and even if she suspected clog play in her intimate parts, our ejaculate would be absorbed into her organic structure by the prison term she convinced a doctor or forensic quizzer to investigate the contents of her vagina.

They would, of course, confirm that she had been fucked and was no farsighted a virgin, but they would take in no evidence linking us to the criminal offence. He and the other two, he assured me, had been fucking local teens for two old age now, and no vestige of their activities here in offstage Pass had yet been found.

It appears I had been very prosperous to possess been made a part of this fantastic banding of sexual reprobates. They knew what they wanted and knew how to get it. With my libido on high alert and my lack of morality, I fit in with the group perfectly .