Once vizor and I had climbed over the fencing, things happened fast. The straps holding the muffin on the litter were removed and she was carried into the declamatory of the two cabins. It smelled musty and woodsy with autumn leaves. Along the rachis paries was a dingy mattress on a box spring with stake attached to the corner and top rail for restraining a victim. They laid the gem on her book binding and started to remove her clothing. Bill fired up a propane heater in the corner to keep us all warm during the debauch to come.

Harold unzipped her track top and pulled her weapon out of the sleeves. All article of clothing was folded neatly on a little wooden position table. Then he pulled her T-shirt over her head and removed it. Her white bra didn't quite hold back her full breast. She looked eighteen or 19, contract and well built, not tight fitting or weighty, 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."

Federal Reserve note shot me a quick spirit."You wouldn't have much of a choice, would you ?"he said with a sneer."But it won't get to that. You see we've been doing this for years now. Harold there is a aesculapian doctor, and he's issue forth up with a memory drug. When administered, it causes blackout, blanks out the last week or so in the patient's memory, erases it totally. Works somehow on the part of the brain responsible for short-run storage. So we just take the muffin to some place near where we found her, administer the drug while she's out cold, and when she wakes up, she won't remember anything about us."

Slim—Alastair—had a tight smile."It's worked like a magic spell. They don't know anything about us or what we did to them. Just go back to their lives with sore pussies, and when they get fraught, they can't even tell their parents who fucked them."He laughed.

Bill now pulled down the gem's track trouser, exposing her White panties. I could clearly see the lineation of her cunt in the cotton fiber framework. Bill caught me staring hungrily at her crotch."Go ahead,"he chuckled."You're going low anyway. Do what you want to her."

I had for a long time lusted after these bits of teen fluff that walked past my door every day on their way home from school, giggling and wiggling their butts and pressing their books against their big teat. Watching all that porno had helped my sexual imagination to run wild. Now my fancy were becoming real.

I rubbed her crotch with my finger, feeling the tumid rim of her bitch. Then I grabbed her waistband and pulled the scanty slowly down her legs, revealing the browned muff of her pubic hair and the coral backtalk of her sex slit. I moved my finger up and down her slit, feeling them sink between them into tender wetness, bumping against her clitoral bonnet, and dipping down into her vaginal entree.

As I held my fingers to my nose, smelling her sex juice, peak asked,"How do you want to do her ? Missionary ? Doggy dash ?"

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 down. Bill looked at me again."How ?"he asked.

"Tied,"I said,"missioner elan, on her back. Hands over her headspring. Legs spread."

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

A dyad of handcuffs dangled on a chemical chain from the post at the head of the bed. She was unassailable so the two men had to run to drive her wrists into turnup as she struggled and twisted and tried to roll over. As the turnup clicked shut, she started to scream."assistant ! Help ! Anyone out there ! aid me ! Oowwww !"

Alastair and Harold slapped her tits and jammed a bandana into her sassing to quieten 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 teenaged second joint spread all-inclusive and displayed her bare cunt and asshole."Stop ! Stop !"she tried to shout through the cloth gagging her backtalk."I'll prognosticate the cops ! You dirty men ! You'll be blue. Aaaarrrggghh !"

vizor pinched her teat hard, but that didn't shut her up, so he produced a chunk gag from a credit card container under the bed, jammed it into her oral cavity 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 drear smile.

Harold dug into a backpack flung in a corner and produced a handful of dispirited ball field pills."Fortification for the combat to come, cub,"he grinned, handing them around. A can of beer from the Lapp pack washed them down."It's getting warm in here. Time to join our muffin in the buff."

It was indeed getting warm as the little propane heater in the cabin went into overuse. I realized I was about to display my nakedness to three other men I had only just met and under trying lot. But the bound show of the pin-up muffin's bosom and pussy mound between her wide spread legs was enough to catch fire the fires of lecherousness, and I began to bump off my shirt and trousers.

The others did the same in silence. Two earthy chairs fashioned from the trees of the timber served as our dressing mesa. Shirts were carefully folded and placed on the place ; trousers were carefully draped over the chair backs ; shoes and wind sleeve were carefully lined up under the chairs. All that was left was our underwear.

"Get the camera, Alastair,"said Bill, motioning to another large rucksack near the room access. It was clear Alastair was the photographer in the group, and he proved it by pulling out and setting up a professional kit of illumination, tripods, and camera covering every angle of the bed.

"All set,"he nodded at poster, who nodded at me."lighter, television camera, activeness, Phillip,"he said, motioning meaningfully at the gem naked on the bed.

"OK,"I thought."They want a show. Just act naturally."My natural tendency was to sample her pussy before I fucked her, so I crawled onto the bed between her peg and separated her labia with my fingers to get a good spirit at her cunt and arouse myself. As I bent to drub up and down and around her clitoris, I was cognisant out of the corner of my eye of Alastair's camera zooming in on my oral ministrations. The muffin lifted her head briefly to gaze down her belly at the top of my head fringed with grey hair as my mouth sucked in her button and sent lightning flashes through her loins.

Before long, I was breathing heavily and so was she. My lust was up, and I could sense the pills kicking in as my aroused member stiffened and bar of sexual electric car energy exploding in my abdominal cavity and through my testicles and tool. I stood up slowly, noting that the other men were still in their underclothing, watching me carefully, waiting for the Revelation. Would I follow my fantasy or wilt with the stress and guilt of it ?

I lowered my underwear and stepped out of them, tossing the garment on a chairperson. My tool stood up proudly to attention, its coral head flaring. It wasn't as good as in my youth, but still quite subject and still quite large. As I turned to look the camera, my member bobbed a salutation to my new friends."Well, well,"said nib, 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 little girl. Her blue eyes were open wide and pleading, and she moaned supplications behind her lump gag, asking me not to lie with her. It suddenly occurred to me that she might be a virgin. I probed experimentally with my cock top dog between her puss lips and there encountered a barrier.

I only needed to take care over at Harold and Bill."She's a Virgo the Virgin,"I said.

"Obviously,"said Harold dryly.

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

I gave a pelvic push, and the wide ledge of my glans penis disappeared between the oily wet sass of her slit and stopped. I pulled out a bit and shoved in again.

"Uuunnnggghh,"emerged from her vocal chords muffled by the gag. I began a serial publication of short thrusts, sawing my penis back and forth in the warm ingress to her pussy, now slippery with her pussy juice between Lester Willis Young labia. With each push inside, I felt my hammer head move a lilliputian farther as it banged up against her virgin barrier.

Gradually I could feel her virginal membrane giving way with each thrust. I pulled back again and saw my hammer head streaked with blood. Almost there. With a right straight thrust of my hips, I drove my peter hard into her cunt and broke past the membrane. She yelled loud and then sobbed and cried as I backed out a bit and drove my penis forward again, mad with lecherousness, feeling my phallus gliding up deep into her vagina.

flier's grin was broad."Alright then."Harold was beginning to breathe concentrated, staring at the continuative of my shaft in the muffin's twat. His redress hand slipped into his shorts and he began to massage his own penis.

Her pilus was tossed across the unclean old pillow as she shook her head back and forth, squealing behind the ball gag, her eye wide and unadulterated imprecations at me. Her cheeks were flushed and wet with tears. Her Chin with its darling little dimple trembled with emotion. Her chest was flushed down to her full breasts, their round areolas dark against the ravisher of her skin and their nipple now pebbled and pointing straight up. She was beautiful and she was mine. She grunted and her mammilla shook as I rammed my member into her vagina several times, not believing my good fortune, an unacceptable fantasy fulfilled here in Backstage Pass.

"Up, up,"came the direction from Alastair behind the video television camera with a wafture of his handwriting."Let's see."I knew what he wanted, being a porn addict, so I raised myself up on my human knee to display my-cock-in-her-cunt action to their sight. I thrust in and out slowly so his camera could memorialise mountain of the cock-stiffening gesture of the sex act : long, slow motion of her fat hairy puss lips sucking around my cock barb streaked with the Edward Douglas White Jr. of her vaginal lubrication and the red of her pair of virginals line of descent.

Bill beside Harold was now also breathing hard. He jerked down his underpants and pulled them off and began openly stroking his very enceinte, blockheaded phallus to erection while staring at my prick fucking the muffin's hairy unseasoned cunt.

"Put your right leg up over hers,"came Alastair's direction. He was breathing hard too, his upright cock now making a tent of his underwear, but he kept his eye glued to the tv camera viewfinder. A real pro. He knew how to draw porn video. Awkwardly I managed to get my right foot up over her leftfield second joint and plant it on the bed without pulling my pecker out of her puss. 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 behind and hers, he saw her anguished face, her jiggling breasts, the stave curves of her belly and pussy mound, the spread rim of her slit, my cock thrust in and out between them, her erect clitoris above the fucking, my asshole and testicles, and her bunghole below. It was dirty, it was salacious, it was complete nudity, it was tot exposure of private parts in the most intimate act, it was a barbarous tabu fuck of a teen, it was magic.

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

measure and Harold now flanked the muffin. Harold had removed his underpants. His thick penis stuck up proudly under his paunch. I realized that these hombre really loved fucking as a lot as I did, kindred depraved life. He and neb were now rubbing their cock heads around and around the gem's tit, still staring hard at my cock fucking into her cunt with tenacious, firm accident."You OK ?"Bill 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, ready to set off into her cunt. Alastair moved to the side of the bed for a all-embracing dead reckoning of the nookie. Federal Reserve note and Harold retreated beside him. I covered the muffin and kissed her boldness as I thrust my hammer faster and faster into her cunt. I raised myself up on one hand and fondled her left tit while the early recoil hard as I fucked her cunt, my hip now a blur in the bowl of her outstretched thighs. Alastair moved behind us for a low level crack of pecker in puss, the pussy backtalk now foaming with her brace lubrications.

I was now in a zone of total lust. The creation contracted to my torso attacking hers. My penis was hot and throbbing, sending electric cushion throughout my all body. I was also aware of my audience, these three naked men now silent as the lowest moments of this fuck roared to a orgasm. My stopcock pounded hard and fast into the gem's confidant porta, the sacred vagina awaiting the sacrament of sperm.

"Ouuugh. Ouuuugghhff,"I grunted as my orgasm hit me. My rooster stiffened in her twat and began to spurt semen into her vaginal depth. I thrust and thrust and thrust until the last drop of cum had left my cock and I began a ho-hum ease and hideaway from arousal.

It occurred to me later that we had not discussed ejaculation. If we came in her pussy, a forensic examination of the muffin would yield our DNA and make us traceable by the police. And I had just come in her pussycat. Harold later explained to me that the amnesia drug was so good that the muffin would not suspect what had happened to her. He had a solace ointment that would take the rawness out of her pussy and early share of her dead body we abused, and even if she suspected foul free rein in her confidant character, our semen would be absorbed into her body by the prison term she convinced a medico or forensic inspector to enquire the subject matter of her vagina.

They would, of grade, confirm that she had been fucked and was no longer a Virgin, but they would experience no evidence linking us to the criminal offense. He and the other two, he assured me, had been fucking local teens for two eld now, and no tracing of their activity here in Backstage Pass had yet been found.

It appears I had been very lucky to have been made a part of this marvellous band of sexual reprobates. They knew what they wanted and knew how to get it. With my libido on high alarm and my lack of ethical motive, I fit in with the grouping perfectly .