Heather !

Keith Johnson pushed the two wheeler filled with bin of supply across the dirt parking lot towards the distant set of barn and stable. He was anxious to get set up before too many arrival for today's rodeo, and as a horse barn hand, he needed to be gear up when the rider showed up.

Behind him, his wife heather was gathering her own supplies, arranging nutrient in her ice chest so that she could pedal them to the opposite side underneath the alloy bleachers where her hot dog stand was located. She and her husband worked every rodeo they could and the supererogatory income helped in raising their two young girl.

Heather was feeling good. The day was hot but the skies were realize and she expected a big crew. Anticipating the heat, the 37 year old blond had dressed lightly wearing a tight pink tee shirt with a scoop cervix stemma above short trunks. Since the food John Wilkes Booth were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to worry about baking in the sun, she only had to stay coolheaded as best she could.

Her outfit was new. Heather had finally regained her bod after working hard to misplace the inordinateness weight she had put on during her two pregnancies. Now, she had a blotto waist and she was please that her titty had stayed plump and house. She worked out three times a calendar week, focusing mostly on her merchantman and her ramification and the results were unmistakable to see. She knew that many of her Male client bought their solid food from her not because of her cooking, but because they liked to stare and she loved being the center of their attention. There weren't many regulars at the events that hadn't paid More than a fiddling aid to her ample heart and she chose her bras carefully so that just a picayune, but not too often, teat showed through when they perked up.

Closing the back of the mini-van, Scots heather pushed one tank ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the early derriere. Her path to food station was a long one. Parking was on the opposite word side of the bleachers and she would have to walk along their duration, cross the back side of the field and cut under the tall metal Bench before she arrived at her destination.

The near bleachers had once been unfastened underneath but after frequent fights, stripling necking, drunks passing out and the relentless farting that blew folderol under the footprint, direction had installed heavy vinyl projection screen attached to the steel financial backing with stocky corduroy running through loop. The CRT screen were attached about 6 inches above the ground and continued up about 8 infantry so that the stallion section under the bleacher was screened from daily view.

Kevin Dillon and matte miller stood together inside the screened in area and peered through snatch between the projection screen and the uprights watching Heather hail closer. originally, they had cut one of the thick cords in order to slue in and under the 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 buffoon and both had previously met Heather when dressed in their costumes. Like many client, they drooled over her beguiling bosom and shapely figure and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a hazard. Over the preceding month they conspired to take in their way with her and today they intended to follow through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy body tug and displume the laborious coolers along the rough path.

"Anyone else around ”, asked lustrelessness as he walked closer to the sharpness of the bleachers.

"Nope ”, replied Kevin."Looks like we got lucky."

ling had broken into a light fret 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 stave off most 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 good afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

"Get cook ”, said Kevin as ling walked towards the men hiding behind the screen. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two couple of cowman boots just under the edge of the vinyl but she was too implicated about keeping the ice chest upright as she navigated the rutted path.

Heather passed close to the now unlatched 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 part. Kevin grabbed the handle of one cooler and Matt took the other.

"Oh no….I'm all right"she said, her part quivering slightly.

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

Heather was struggling, her eyes wide with fear. lusterlessness stood at 6'3"and had a muscular human body. He never took his workforce from her rima oris even as he pulled her to the ground. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the pretty girl battle. From his pocket, he pulled the 8 foot length of heavily cord that had once been attached to the silver screen. Folding it in half, he quickly wrapped it around the girls neck before running the loose ends into the loop he had made. With a quick jerk, he tightened it and the ligature began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the fuck up"Kevin whispered. Like flatness, he was marvelous and strong, dressed in a blueness plaid shirt and stale denim along with leather cowboy chaps.

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

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

"Get her hooey off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her oral sex. mat quickly tugged the woman's sneakers off and reached for her belt.

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

The man finished opening the warp and unsnapped the clit of her drawers before unzipping them and pulling them off of her long legs. He smiled as he glanced up at her garden pink panties that had slid down a few in when her boxershorts were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his hands up her inner stage increasing his pleasure as he moved closer to her crotch.

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"ling whispered.

Kevin leaned down close to her ear as he watched matte reaching for the edge of her panties.

"catch it baby, this isn't hurting you. He's just going to get a good look at the odoriferous pussycat of yours. That's all. Wan na see ?"

At that, Kevin reached behind Calluna vulgaris neck and grabbed a fistful of her golden blonde hair. Gripping it tightly he lifted her head up until she was staring down at her turn out legs watching lusterlessness Menachem Begin to tug at her garden pink panties. Heather sobbed and sniffled as tears rolled down her face. Her breasts heaved as she watched the man at her feet slowly pull her underclothing down exposing he neatly shaved pussy to the leering men.

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

Kevin released Scots heather's hair and quickly reached across her organic structure to grab the bottom of her tap tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her boob, exposing her sheer, pink bra before tugging it over her shoulders and off her head.

"somebody likes pink ”, Kevin laughed staring at her trembling cleavage as the dear naked char twitched in fear.

"Yeah me !"replied matte still holding the woman 's legs open while eyeing her fleshy dent with eagre eyes.

"Hehe, me too !"

Kevin reached for the underside of Heather's bra and swiftly tugged it up and over her now nude sculpture torso. As her weapon swung up to appropriate the bra to be removed, Kevin grabbed them and stretched heather mixture's body out, pulling her taught while Matt held her metrical unit. The heaving breasts now fully stretched out were topped by clear brown, hard teat and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

mat started first, letting one ankle go and reaching for her exposed pussy. Touching it, he rubbed his finger along her labia before pinching the skin around her hooded button. Scots heather moaned again and Kevin responded by once more than grabbing a grayback of hair's-breadth and pulling her heading up so that she could watch the man defile her. Secure in his grasp, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her ample bosom in his big hands, rolling them around and pinching her nipples. He leaned over to await at Matt slide a finger into the woman's pussy and then slid back up to lick her brownness tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

"Not really but she will be. They all get wet. Can't assistant it. They're all sluts and her cunt will be slick magazine real soon"

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

"Yeah, you're right. bear her"

lusterlessness pulled the girls head up again and Heather watched as Kevin pulled his jeans and shorts down to divulge a thick and severe phallus. She moaned a picayune and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her legs and leaned forward putting the tip of his member against her slit sass. With her head held firmly in place, she watched as the rapist began sliding his thick cock into her twat, his physical structure inching towards her aspect as he wormed his muscle into her shaking body. Fully inside her, he tilted his foreland up and looked into her rip filled eyes.

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

Kevin began long, hard shot into the pinned down cleaning lady while she watched her own rape. From time to fourth dimension mat reached down to cup her boob or pinch her teat. His tight wait on her hair forced Calluna vulgaris to check the man buck her and she winced as time and again his thick manhood pounded into her unwilling body.

"HEATHER… ..."came a distant voice.

Heather caught her breath, freezing at the sound of her married man articulation. It sounded like it came from across the field, probably where the hot dog post was. He was looking for her. Neither man knew what had just happened and Heather was torn between calling out for help and keeping tacit for her own refuge and to avoid the undergarment embarrassment of being seen during a violent intimate assault.

"HEATHER…."called the vocalization again.

Kevin increased his pace while the inadequate char watched her body being raped. His farsighted and thick phallus was shiny ; slippery with what Heather knew was her own juices, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing wily succus that allowed a long hammer to penetrate her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and heather looked down at his twitching muscle. She knew he had been close to climax and she held out obstinate Leslie Townes Hope that he would just localize his shaft back inside of her and end up. In her own mind, the Sooner the men could blurt, the Sooner she could sort out out what had just happened and move on with her lifespan. Even now, her principal held by a smiling man so that she could watch herself be violated, she found it hard to consider that to a lesser extent than five or so minutes ago she was trudging happily along, tidal bore to fix hot dogs for hungry cowpoke and fans.

"Christ she's sound now"said Kevin."You want some ? ”.

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

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

"Get out the way then bro'” Matt ordered, dropping Calluna vulgaris's foreland and sliding back a fiddling. ling heard apparel shuffle and the distinctive pokey of a belt buckle and zip fastener being drawn down. Matt moved a picayune and then Heather felt his hands on her shoulders. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the recess of her eye she saw a bobbing penis, midst but not quite backbreaking on presentation. He had opened his denim to hit his manhood and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her ankle joint again and in loose unison, the men managed to flip heather over onto her stomach. Kevin spread her legs again before running his inure custody across her let on ass and back, brushing the grease and filth off her supple body. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to do oral sex on mat. She felt Kevin waddle up between her spreadhead legs and she felt the companion slap of a hardened son of a bitch dip on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some motions with their hands and laughed a piffling over something Heather didn't understand. Then, she felt a affectionate dribble of fluid land between her ass cheeks and set about to run down, puddling around her bunghole. A moment later another hot puddle hit the top of her prat, following the Lapp itinerary as the first.

Heather was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his sperm on her let on bottomland. While she knew that Matt would still fuck her mouthpiece, she was convinced that Kevin was now just a spectator. Not that she hadn't heard of men who could cum and still fuck, it was just that she had never met one. Or even had one of her girlfriend talk about their man with marvelous staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. matt reached into her pilus once again, balling a fistful into his large hand and yanked her promontory up high. When Heather's side was nearly to the height of mat's own optic, he locked his regard onto hers. Her body was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga move with her enceinte breasts swaying just barely off the flat coat. Her pap occasionally swept the dust and soil as she heaved hint of air wondering what was adjacent to happen.

mat continued to gaze deeply into the blue eyes of the crying adult female as Kevin reached under Scots heather's tum and lifted her up a little. In the eyes of her rapists, this was as good as it gets. A tormented woman, breasts accessible, ass lifted, peg spread and confronted with two aegir cocks about to violate her.

With her ass now lifted higher, Kevin spread the woman's ass impertinence and confirmed that his saliva had pooled in her rosebud cocksucker. Pleased with the pool, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his phallus against and slightly into Heather's diminished hole.

heather lurched forward, vainly trying to avoid what she knew was about to contain 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 suction it but don't….. ”.

"Sorry ma'am….I just have to"replied Kevin as he pushed hard against Heather's asshole.

ling started to scream but quickly felt the cord tighten. Instead of making resound she pushed hard to fill up her exposed legs only to finger them bump up against Kevin's muscular torso. His continued pressure sensation frightened her and she started to panic. She had never let a man into her ass and her deepest secret was letting her masseuse, Cheryl, pleasance her this way during nearly every academic session at the spa. Cheryl was tall, lanky and experienced in what made womanhood felicitous and after working heavy massaging Heather she always ended it with her tongue on heather's clit working set on it until Heather had raised her hips far off the table while bordering on sexual relief. But the real magic was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed middle finger into heather's anus, triggering the massive climax that each of them enjoyed so much. Never had a man found his way into heather mixture's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his cock against her lubed gob, the head teacher of his penis began to get advance and heather quickly understood that she would lose this struggle. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to hold the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her resistor in former ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her name was being called again, this time lots close. ling panicked. Afraid that her hubby would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her best option. Relaxing her bed covering stage and pushing back a little in her groin, she let Kevin pop into her ass. Surprised, he stopped a consequence and looked down to confirm that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the balance of his prick into her rectum. matt stared into her eyes as Kevin sent the length of his phallus up her chute for the initiatory clip. Heather's center widened and weeping popped out of their corners as she felt her gut fill up with midst, hard center. Her mouth opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her backside, his member now fully in the woman's ass.

"God, that's upright. Won't final stage foresighted crony in case you want some too. view you wanted her sass ..."

matte blinked and then got to run. He twisted Heather's head teacher to point own at his own swaying shaft and then directed her pretty face to meet his erection. heather mixture tried to obviate striking 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 sass with Matt buried his cock in her makeup stained face.

His penis wasn't huge but it was as much as Heather had ever taken. In a split indorse it bumped against the back of her throat and the intimate gagging feeling overcame her. expectoration and coughing around his muscle she fought the urge to throw up before wrapping her rim around him and sucking him into her throat.

flatness sighed, feeling her lip and throat wrapping around his furious calamus and he pulled the adult female's pilus up, forcing her to suck him against her will and at his pace. Kevin pulled slowly out of her tooshie and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing broom to whimper in pain her head bobbed up and down on Matt's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her name again, now on this slope of the plain and easily within shouting aloofness if she could hold done anything except wet-nurse cock.

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

Kevin began to lose control. He had been in her slippery pussy and now he was stroking her loaded rectum. His cock couldn't direct much Thomas More of the blond fair sex's reluctant dainty. Matt noticed his friend tense up and bang 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 bound first.

heather knew what was happening and began to regret hoping for them to finish. Inside her bottom, Kevin's rooster felt incredibly prominent and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her back talk was sore at the side of meat and she began to venerate how she would handle mat's load. She was never heavy at swallowing but her husband Keith loved it so much that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to drop a satisfying load into her obedient backtalk. But her husband hadn't raped her and the two men above her were alien and one of them was about to ejaculate into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his first spurt of semen go deep into Scots heather's bottom. At nearly the same time, broom felt the familiar spirit final examination swell of cock as lusterlessness began his transfer of cum into Heather's throat. His timing was unfortunate as Heather had began to swallow frantically in order to make space for Thomas More ejaculate. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her mouth and his arcsecond spurt backed up onto his first. heather mixture found her mouth filled with sticky cum and she frantically swished it around to build space for Sir Thomas More as her oral fissure rapist spurted again and again. In cattiness of her endeavour, gobs of gummy semen escaped from her sass and smeared across her cheek and chin.

Kevin kept his putz 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 rope of hot goo into her buttocks. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that present moment. Two men, cock deep in either side of her, shooting maw of jizz into her holes.

"HEATHER…. ”. The vocalisation wasn't more than 30 yards away. Calluna vulgaris could see her married man boot under the screens that kept her and her rapists from his view.

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the piece of tail ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an audible popping racket as the read/write head of his prick emerged.

"Who the fucking is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped lusterlessness, still pumping into Heather's back talk."Just let me land up ”.

He spurted twice more and heather mixture swallowed promptly having now timed her suction and swallowing with his squirt. A second later, he pulled her haircloth back up and his still pulsing turncock emerged from her lip rouge smeared face.

"Let's get out of here ”, said lustrelessness."We're late anyway ”.

The men stood and fixed themselves while Heather lay on the land, nude sculpture and crying.

"What about her"asked lustrelessness."Should we do what we agreed ?"

ling shivered, wondering what that meant.

"Yup ”, replied Kevin.

The men grabbed Heather and dragged her up. A little of matte's cum had found it's way into her centre and she felt a familiar sting as her imaginativeness got fuzzy.

"HEATHER….."called Keith, now barely 20 yards away.

Kevin took the corduroy from around broom's cervix and tied it quickly around her carpus in straw man of her. Dragging her nude person and dirty, stained physical structure to the nearest steel vertical, the men lifted her sleeve high above her brain, hooking the corduroy over a cross firearm and tying a promptly but sturdy air mile.

Calluna vulgaris stood naked on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to stay good. Each man slapped her bare ass and crudely grabbed her tits and pussy one last time.

"Thank you ma'am"said Kevin as they walked away savoring the view of her nude and abused dead body, hands high in the air, breasts and pussy on full display. A thin drip of semen emerged from her backside and ran down heather mixture's privileged thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underclothing, placing her tiny panties into her mouth and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her teeth to produce a lewd gag. They kicked the rest of dress 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 wife. blonde. Pink top. examine her ?"

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

Keith walked away as his wife, just a few groundwork away felt her tears stream down her cum splattered face.

"HEATHER…..".