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The do-gooder MILF
The Do-gooder MILF -2

Her leg were untied. Now what ? They left her there a little while.
Then hands grabbed her ankles and her branch were lifted up
They were spread all-encompassing and lifted up and tied next to her wrists with ropes to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was across-the-board open.
In to the full panic Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, turn back, you will pay for this. What is awry with you.
You can't do this. She could see the bright lighting even through the hood.

The goon was pulled off but all she could see were bright lights. She wanted to face
but couldn't. She had been in the dark for so long her oculus were blinded.
The picayune she could see the men wore masquerade. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would happen. When would it start ? Her arms and legs ached.
Her back distress. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.
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My boys had done a skillful job. Everything was perfect. Joan was hung up
like the ass pig she is. Helpless, peg extensive opened, quick for anything we liked.
The smart light source showed off her chunky thighs. Her thigh were wide of the mark,
fatty, just right. Her legs were pulled so far back, her pussy
stuck out ready to be fucked.

The music was turned up. Heavy blaring rock music music. I was sure she was
completely disoriented. Good careen music, we are gon na shake her ass.

rock-and-roll THAT ASS.

Barry shouted into my ear. MILF MEAT. I laughed. He took a marker and wrote on
her frontal bone.

MILF MEAT.

We all had a good laugh over that. High –Fives.
The son really had the tech stuff down. Kid are good with that.
They set up the photographic camera to film the fun. We had monitor lizard so we could see what was recording.
We dimmed the spark a bit and placed one of the varan so the MILF could watch.

I mean not every piece of bitch meat gets to find out themselves get beaten and fucked.

I ran my hand over her thighs. I could palpate the fat ripples. I could feel the quivering in her
legs. I could see the fear in her brass. I had on a grotesque mask. We all did.
The boys had been very originative thinking of all the details. My manpower went up and down her thighs.
I ran my finger over her slit and spread her lips. terrycloth had his hands on her breasts.
I surmise he is a TIT man. Barry and Tom ran their hands over her pussy.

We wrote in marker on her second joint, slap here, MILF meat.

We were in no precipitation. She wasn't going anywhere. LOL
Lots of crying, mumbling, begging.
Pretty curious tho, she mentions her Do-gooder work.
Like I really devote a fuck ? More BULLSHIT.

WE COULD WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANTED - OH YEA

Tom was fascinated by her clit. It was a honest sized MILF clit.
She moaned a lot when he squeezed it, fingered it, pushed and prodded.
plenty of youthful enthusiasm. I grabbed her head by the pilus and jerked it around.
This was so much fun and we were only getting started. I held on and each of the
son gave her a petty smacking to the face, just to get her attention.

Like I said, we were in no hurry. I knew the wait was just killing her ! ! ! !
LOL Get it ? Killing her ? ? ? ?
It must be very uncomfortable hanging there like that by your sleeve and legs
bent up. Her knees were almost up to her head.
I gave her thighs a slap and watched the gripe meat jiggle.

Each of the boy slapped her. They really got a kick out of it as they kept at it
for a while. It was fun watching the meat ripple with each slap. Of course
she was crying and screaming. I don't know why ? This was goose egg yet.

Her MILF meat got pretty red with all the slapping. The boys were kinda competing who
could make the loudest smacking. I have to admit the unharmed thing was pretty surreal.
Slapping those chunky thigh, hearing the smacking, watching the jiggle, respectable fun for all.

I decided to let Tom go first. He was the unseasoned and had never had any yet.
I guess some reverse chore from some schoolhouse fornicatress, but that is not real sex ?
We all were going to get one go around before we got into some heavy duty
punishment.


Of course it was pretty sang-froid because she could watch all this while it was happening.
She could see from both end, the receiving and the giving.
Tom dropped his gasp. All this ass slapping and he was really hard. I have to
admit, I was impressed with his size. He put some spit on his dick and started to
rub against her. He pushed her lips open with his dick.

LETS ROCK AND ROLL.

We cranked the euphony way. The other three of us stated to yell and scream.

I watched her human face as he plunged all the way in.

YES BITCH YOU ARE GOING TO RAPED Tom screamed at her,

HEEYA. YAAAA OUUURAAAYAAAAA. The boys were laughing in and screaming.
The medicine was blasting and Tommy was MILF fucking.
He gyrated his pelvic girdle and the way she was hanging she would swing by her weapons system and
legs as far as Tommy would let her. He thrust forward with his custody around her rump.

He leaned forward and spit in her nerve. H e spitting again and again trying to hit her right hand in the eye.
Her face was dripping spitting. I liked the look. I call it the Saliva spirit.

YEHAW. roll in the hay her doggie. Tom's pelvic arch dug in pumping the Bitch.
As he pushed forward she screamed like a banshie. She was at a 45 degree slant
Her arms and legs being stretched. The metal frame of reference she was strung up screetched from the mental strain

thumping THUM thump he kept at it. Tom was hot and sweating.

The bitch, oh she was red, Bitch red.
Fuck Ya, YA YA, Tom came inside the MILF. He was a man.
All nookie smiling for the boys.

CUM DRIPPED FROM HER FAT pussycat

Barry was next. The bitch was shivering, quivering. She realized she was not only
being raped, she was going to be gangraped. Fucked one at a time. Slowly. Hard.
Brutally.

The cunt hung wide open ready for the side by side shaft. Barry had a gruesome mask.
A lamia masquerade party. The case of death. He had a little surprise. A tittie surprise.
He grabbed her left breast and tied a thin R-2 around it, pulling it tight.
It bulged out and he slapped it hard. One way and then the other. The
Bitch was screaming.

I thought, here is the bad news MILF, it is just starting !

He roped the former bitch tit, tieing it squiffy. He tied them together with a forget me drug
Pulling them close together and the pulled the rophy over the Lapp overhead bar
holding her legs and arms. He pulled the rope stretching the mamilla up in movement of her face.

Without warning he smacked her pussy with his hand.
It was overwhelming, the MILF was howling.
In a second base he was inside her. The second cock for the whore.

Swinging back and Forth with his hips she was taking her secondment screw, her second rape.
As he fucked her he reached forward and pulled on the roach hanging her mammilla, stretching them even more.

I got to say, I never been so proud of my boys.
The do-gooder MILF MEAT was taking the fucking of her life and the night was other, very early.

To Be Continued