Nicole sauntered across the park toward the exit. It had been a tremendous day ; the sun was shining, the breeze light and refreshing, and the type of day she wished she could love more often.

It started when she woke this morning and looked at her alarm clock, it wasn't waking her, it read 08:30, much later than the usual 06:00 she'd see when it woke her up, and she smiled, the unadulterated way to pop out her much needed vacation.

Naked, she got out of her bed and walked to the bathroom, stopping to enjoy the eyeshot in her fully duration mirror. Though liking what she saw, a bit of a grimace crossed her aspect as she stare at her 34B pectus. She wondered how she would depend with a 36B or a 34C flop and had considered getting an augmentation but was worried it would look awkward in contrast to her 22"waist. She liked her hips, a Nice 32 ”, not so large as to bulge below her waist nor so pocket-size they didn't seem to live. Besides, from behind, they were nicely accentuate but her business firm little ass. Her ramification were well toned, not muscular, but not penny-pinching either, but never looked quite right unless, slipping on a couple of 2"heels,"Perfect."She thought admiring the curvature of her thighs, calfskin and ankle joint. Satisfied she could still be found attractive, she continued on her way to the bathroom to ‘ refreshen up ’.

She brought her bathrobe with her as she exit the bathroom, but after taking one to a greater extent admiring spirit into the mirror, she threw the robe on her bed and, still naked but for her shoes, went for breakfast. Over her pledge and coffee tree, she relished in the fact that she was nude. She wished she could be this way more often, and was willing to be, but she had the idea that her spinster boss, not to bring up all the prudes in her neighborhood, would disapprove so, finishing her breakfast, she went to her water closet and put on her wakeful and skimpiest sundress.

Exiting the house, she bask in the warmth of the sun and walked along the sidewalk toward the park.

"You really should lock your doorway, you know,"it was Widow Smith, her neighbour,"aren't you worried about stealer ?"

"No, Mrs. Ian Smith,"Nicole answered,"the neighborhood watch is so unspoiled here, I'm certain all I have is safe."

"Suit yourself, Mrs. Smith chided,"but don't blame me if masses sneak in."

Nicole just smiled, said her good-byes and walked the four pulley block to the city park.

The park was huge, plenty of resort area for children, miles of walking trails, baseball game and association football and cricket fields, and, most importantly to Nicole, workbench, workbench everywhere.

Nicole smiled and hummed as she traverse the park at a at leisure pace heading for her favorite work bench. She was in no charge, she enjoyed the intuitive feeling of her tit being rubbed by the dress, she felt moments of excitation as the air occasionally blew up her clothes to osculate her unprotected privates, and she enjoyed the warmth of the sun slowly tanning her legs.

Reaching the bench she sought, she removed her dress. She hated tan blood and, knowing this bench was far enough away from the walking paths and run areas, here she could sun undisturbed. She lay face down on the bench and started to titter thinking that the sun was shining where the old expression said it don't. She loved the intuitive feeling of the sun on her back and ass, and even loved the feeling of the breeze sliding up her pegleg and across her pussy more. Sharing these two mavin washing over her body, she reached down and started to shirk with her clit, slowly pinching at first, than scraping across it with a fingernail, and finally long knockout strokes with an index finger until fulfillment. She slowed the rubbing down, enjoying the final pounding between her stage as she massage them away before turning over to tan her front.

Her head snapped up suddenly checking her body, she had fallen asleep and didn't know for how yearn. ‘ The conclusion thing I need is to pass the side by side few daylight with sunburned tits, ‘ she thought, ‘ although it would be an excuse to stick around naked, but the thought process of my tit peeling, or my ... ?'Deciding not to bring any more chances of falling asleep, Nicole decided it was time to leave. She draped her dress over one berm, still enjoying the sun and breeze on her naked body, before heading back on a rarely, if ever, used by anyone but her route. She listened as she walked for any noises that would indicate one of the playing fields was being used to determine when, or if, she should put her clothes on, and hearing nothing, she threw the dress over the former shoulder joint and continued on her way.

Nearing the end of her leisurely naked walk, Nicole could see the parking lot just ahead, empty save for one van. She stopped just long enough to don her dress, then, after about another twenty paces she entered the parking lot.

Not seeing anyone in the van, she wondered how much longer she could have remained nude when something caught her eye ; the slide threshold to the van was open. Looking around, she couldn't see anyone, raising her curiosity, so she went to the van to look inside, calling ‘ hello"every few steps. Close enough to the van, Nicole put a hand on the vehicle and started to lean forward to train a peek inside when some kind of cloth was wrapped around her face. Before she could displace back, a pair of script grabbed her by the elbows pulling her arms behind her binding and leaning her into the fomite. Seconds after her elbow were pinned ; a third base pair of hands took her by the articulatio talocruralis and lifted her into the van, face down on the floor of the load area.

No sooner was she on the flooring when the van English door slammed shut. Her abductor worked as a squad, the first tying the fabric behind her drumhead, the second was tying her wrists together above her caput and affixing them to the back of the van, a third base tying one ankle to a habitue on the story of the van while a fourth tied her other ankle to something eminent ( the roof ? ) and Nicole started to skin harder as she felt a helping hand started playing with her endanger slit.

Once she was firmly secured, Nicole felt her dress being raised until it passed by her hands leaving her as exposed as possible. Helplessly bound and blindfolded, Nicole started to panic, trying to find a means to run, when a set of hand turned her point so she faced away from the floor. As one set of hired man held her fountainhead still, a second set of workforce rolled up the cloth covering her face to just below the nose.

Thinking this might be her only if chance, Nicole took a oceanic abyss breath hoping her screams might draw someone's attending, but before she could breathe out her supplication, her mouth was covered by physique and she heard the word ‘ poke ’. She kept her mouth closed refusing to pleasure her opponent, but when the weight on her font shifted and two sets of fingernails started to thrust her bosom, she concede to the bid. Just as Nicole's lingua started to fondle the slit over her mouth, she felt one leg slide behind her, one leg playground slide along her stomach and suddenly she was being scissored.

"I'm being raped by women,"Nicole realized,"by four ( ? ) women, or are there more than four ? Will I have to eat out all four, be fucked by all four ?"Her thought were broken by the fingernails at her tits again and she realized in her affright she had stopped licking, she began again, this time with earnest, hoping to end this as soon as potential. She hated being forced like this, not having command, at the notion of others, but this was her fate, and she had to swallow it. She felt her rapists clit throb against hers and it almost caused her to orgasm as well, but she refused to kick in the bitch the expiation at felt vindicated knowing she denied her that satisfaction. No Sooner had the legs been removed from around her torso then tresses of whisker slid along the lower of her legs and a mouth pressed against her pelvis.

The mouth was good, literal secure. Within sec Nicole stopped licking, she was panting to heavy to use her lip for anything else, she started to quiver and moan as she fought the impulse to release until her fruitless effort to dissent were broken by the unrelenting worrying of the invading natural language.

"Oh God yes."Nicole groan as the twat was raised from her mouth,"Yes, yes, oh fuck yes."She went silent as her organic structure attempted to contort within the confines of her binding, her muscleman clench, her knees bending together as much as possible ( which wasn't much ), her fingerbreadth and toes clenched and her face hang toward her breast hitting the genitalia hovering above her. Endless minute passed before the mouth released her genital organ and her soundbox fell limp, only to consume her oral fissure kissed by a pussy, and another clit rubbing hers as she heard the vehicle start. She felt the motility of being driven as she licked a pussy to orgasm, only to have it replaced by another, and another. She, herself, came various more clock time from the various button rubbing hers by the time the vehicle and the intimate assault stopped.

She felt her bindings being released as a distich of hands took the covering from her middle."Happy Birthday."the four cleaning woman, all friends of hers, shouted.

"What the fuck ?"Nicole shouted.

"Well,"one of the women explained,"you are always telling us, especially when drunkenness, that you sometimes fantasize about being raped, a fantasy most cleaning woman have, so, for your birthday, we let you endure your fantasies."

"Oh you bitches,"Nicole warned laughing,"when I get my hands on you ..."

"Want us,"one of the former added,"come get us."grabbing Nicole's clothes, jumping out of the van and running play, with the other three women, into Nicole's house.

"delay,"Nicole shouted after them,"Give me my ..."but the door to her house closed before she could finish."fucking"she shouted before poking her head out of the van and, after looking around to establish indisputable no one was around, made a dah for her sign of the zodiac, covering what she could of herself with her work force, glad she didn't take Mrs John Smith's hint about locking the door.

Entering the home, she quickly turned around, closed the doorway and locked it sighing with relief before an ear shocking ‘ surprisal'caused her to change state around to see about eight women, her common pick-ups at the lesbian bar she frequently visited, standing in her support room, all completely raw except for the strap-ons they were wearing.

"Happy Birthday dear."said Mrs. Smith coming from behind the others.

"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith ?"a appalled Nicole asked staring at Mrs. Smith's strap on,"You're ..."

"No, Nicole, at to the lowest degree not yet"noticing how Nicole was looking at her strap on, Mrs. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith explained,"Oh, this"she said stroking the plastic head of the penis,"a left over from married life, my late Jerry used to delight a picayune ... variety, just to keep things interesting. Never had a chance to use it with another adult female though until now so, like all your Quaker here, I was hoping to piddle sure you had one hell of a fucking natal day party and put this baby to use. ”