Heather !

Keith Samuel Johnson pushed the two Sir Mortimer Wheeler filled with bins of supplies across the shite parking lot towards the upstage set of barns and stable. He was queasy to get set up before too many arriver for today's rodeo, and as a unchanging hand, he needed to be make when the passenger showed up.

derriere him, his married woman Heather was gathering her own supply, arranging food in her coolers so that she could wheel them to the inverse side underneath the metal bleachers where her hot dog bandstand was located. She and her husband worked every rodeo they could and the supererogatory income helped in raising their two youthful daughter.

Heather was feeling serious. The day was hot but the skies were sack up and she expected a big crowd. Anticipating the hotness, the 37 yr old blonde had dressed lightly wearing a smashed pinko tee shirt with a scoop out neck production line above dead shortstop. Since the food for thought booth were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to concern about baking in the sun, she only had to stay cool down as practiced she could.

Her outfit was new. Heather had finally regained her anatomy after working hard to lose the excess weight she had put on during her two maternity. Now, she had a pie-eyed shank and she was pleased that her tit had stayed plump and business firm. She worked out three meter a week, focusing mostly on her bottom and her stage and the results were evident to see. She knew that many of her male person customers bought their food from her not because of her cooking, but because they liked to gaze and she loved being the substance of their attending. There weren't many regulars at the events that hadn't paid more than a minuscule attention to her ample bosom and she chose her bras carefully so that just a niggling, but not too much, nipple showed through when they perked up.

Closing the spine of the mini-van, broom pushed one tank ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the other behind. Her path to food post was a farsighted one. Parking was on the opposite side of the bleacher and she would induce to walk along their duration, cross the plunk for side of the field of operations and cut under the tall metal benches before she arrived at her destination.

The near bleachers had once been unresolved underneath but after sponsor scrap, teen necking, drunks passing out and the relentless wind that blew trash under the steps, management had installed laborious vinyl radical silver screen attached to the steel sustenance with thick cord running through loop. The cover were attached about 6 inches above the reason and continued up about 8 feet so that the entire discussion section under the bleachers was screened from casual view.

Kevin Dillon and mat moth miller stood together inside the screened in expanse and peered through prick between the screens and the uprights watching broom add up closer. Earlier, they had cut one of the midst cords in edict to dislocate in and under the bodily structure where they drank a little and smoked some of Kevin's smoke. Each of the 24 class old men were there to be rodeo clowns and both had previously met broom when dressed in their costumes. Like many client, they drooled over her alluring breasts and shapely frame and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a chance. Over the past tense month they conspired to have their way with her and today they intended to succeed through with their plan.

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

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

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

Heather had broken into a low-cal swither as she walked along the path. She hated parking so far away and she really wanted her married man to set her up first so that she could forefend most of the oink oeuvre but today they were running late and she had to go it alone. Her physical structure ached and she knew that she'd be setting up a spa designation for Mon afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

"Get quick ”, said Kevin as Calluna vulgaris walked towards the men hiding behind the silver screen. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two dyad of cowman the boot just under the edge of the vinyl but she was too concerned about keeping the coolers upright as she navigated the furrow path.

Heather passed close to the now unsecured filmdom and the two men stepped out behind her. Kevin took the lead.

"Hey, I can avail with that ”, he said. Heather spun around surprised by the vocalism. Kevin grabbed the handle of one cooler and mat took the other.

"Oh no….I'm fine"she said, her voice quivering slightly.

"Yeah well, I don't think so"said Matt as he pulled the cooler handle and grabbed her waistline. Her cry was muffled by his big hand and with a tug, he pulled her off her substructure and dragged her into the darkened and screened arena under the bleacher. Kevin pulled the coolers in behind him and wheeled them out of the way before following Matt.

broom was struggling, her eyes full with fear. Matt stood at 6'3"and had a muscular physique. He never took his hands from her sass even as he pulled her to the ground. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the pretty female child conflict. From his pocket, he pulled the 8 pes length of sullen cord that had once been attached to the filmdom. Folding it in half, he quickly wrapped it around the daughter neck before running the loosen ends into the loop he had made. With a quick jerk, he tightened it and the tying began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the fuck up"Kevin whispered. Like matte, he was tall and strong, dressed in a amobarbital sodium plaid shirt and cold jeans along with leather cowboy chaps.

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

Scots 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 stuff off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her head. mat quickly tugged the cleaning lady's sneakers off and reached for her belt.

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

The man finished opening the buckle and unsnapped the button of her shorts before unzipping them and pulling them off of her hanker legs. He smiled as he glanced up at her pink panties that had slid down a few inch when her shorts were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his helping hand up her inner ramification increasing his pleasure as he moved closer to her crotch.

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"Heather whispered.

Kevin leaned down close to her ear as he watched mat reach for the bound of her panties.

"Stop it baby, this isn't hurting you. He's just going to get a good facial expression at the dulcet pussy of yours. That's all. Wan na see ?"

At that, Kevin reached behind heather neck and grabbed a handful of her favorable blonde hair's-breadth. Gripping it tightly he lifted her forefront up until she was staring down at her splayed legs watching mat Menachem Begin to tug at her pink panties. Heather sobbed and sniffled as binge rolled down her aspect. Her bosom heaved as she watched the man at her feet slowly pull her underwear down exposing he neatly shaved pussy to the leering men.

matt yanked the step-in off of her invertebrate foot and grabbed her ankles tightly with both hands. Spreading her legs, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released Heather's hair and quickly reached across her body to catch the behind of her pinko tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her bosom, 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 near naked woman twitched in reverence.

"Yeah me !"replied lusterlessness still holding the cleaning lady 's peg open while eyeing her fleshy pussy with aegir eyes.

"Hehe, me too !"

Kevin reached for the bottom of Heather's bra and swiftly tugged it up and over her now nude body. As her arm swung up to tolerate the bra to be removed, Kevin grabbed them and stretched Heather's body out, pulling her taught while Matt held her ft. The heaving breasts now fully stretched out were topped by Light brown, hard pap and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

lustrelessness started first, letting one ankle go and reaching for her exposed slit. Touching it, he rubbed his fingers along her labia before pinching the skin around her hooded clitoris. Calluna vulgaris moaned again and Kevin responded by once more grabbing a knot of hair and pulling her head up so that she could watch the man defile her. Secure in his clench, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her ample titty in his big hands, rolling them around and pinching her nipples. He leaned over to see at Matt slide a finger into the cleaning lady's pussy and then slid back up to lap her brown tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

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

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

"Yeah, you're right. maintain her"

mat pulled the girls head up again and ling watched as Kevin pulled his jeans and shorts down to reveal a thick and hard penis. She moaned a little and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her legs and leaned forward putting the tip of his penis against her pussy lips. With her psyche held firmly in place, she watched as the raper began sliding his thick cock into her cunt, his body inching towards her expression as he wormed his muscleman into her shaking consistence. Fully inside her, he tilted his fountainhead up and looked into her bout 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 brim causing the cleaning woman to stir her head trying to get him to stop. He pulled his caput away and focused his attention to screwing the crying woman under his lurching dead body.

Kevin began long, hard chance event into the pinned down adult female while she watched her own ravishment. From time to time lusterlessness reached down to cup her breast or pinch her pap. His tight grasp on her fuzz forced Scots heather to watch the man buck her and she winced as clock time and again his thick humanity pounded into her unwilling body.

"HEATHER… ..."came a aloof voice.

Heather caught her breath, freezing at the sound of her husbands voice. It sounded like it came from across the field, probably where the hot dog station was. He was looking for her. Neither man knew what had just happened and heather was torn between calling out for assistance and keeping mute for her own prophylactic and to avoid the undergarment embarrassment of being seen during a trigger-happy sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the voice again.

Kevin increased his rate while the misfortunate womanhood watched her body being raped. His farsighted and blockheaded member was shining ; slippery with what Scots heather knew was her own succus, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing crafty juices that allowed a hanker stopcock to penetrate her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and heather mixture looked down at his twitching muscular tissue. She knew he had been close to climax and she held out wayward hope that he would just place his shaft back inside of her and finish. In her own idea, the Oklahoman the men could ejaculate, the Oklahoman she could sort out what had just happened and travel on with her life. Even now, her head held by a grinning man so that she could follow herself be violated, she found it punishing to believe that less than five or so minute of arc ago she was trudging happily along, eager to ready hot dogs for thirsty cowboys and fans.

"Christ she's respectable 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 flatness work the cleaning woman's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” Matt ordered, dropping ling's head and sliding back a little. Scots heather heard clothes shuffle and the distinctive clink of a belt buckle and slide fastener being drawn down. mat moved a little and then Heather felt his men on her shoulder joint. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a bobbing phallus, midst but not quite heavy on show. He had opened his jeans to remove his manhood and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her ankle again and in unloose unison, the men managed to flip heather mixture over onto her stomach. Kevin spread her legs again before running his hardened paw across her exposed ass and back, brushing the filth and filth off her supple body. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to do oral sex on Matt. She felt Kevin waddle up between her bedspread ramification and she felt the fellow slap of a set bite drop-off on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some motions with their men and laughed a little over something heather mixture didn't understand. Then, she felt a warm dribble of fluid estate between her ass cheeks and start out to run down, puddling around her mother fucker. A here and now later another hot puddle hit the top of her butt, following the Sami course as the first.

Heather was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his sperm on her disclose bottom. While she knew that matt would still know her oral fissure, she was confident 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 girlfriends talk about their man with grand staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. matt reached into her tomentum once again, balling a fistful into his large hand and yanked her top dog up high. When heather mixture's face was nearly to the pinnacle of flatness's own heart, he locked his gaze onto hers. Her organic structure was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga movement with her large breasts swaying just barely off the footing. Her mammilla occasionally swept the debris and crap as she heaved hint of air wondering what was next to happen.

Matt continued to stare deeply into the down in the mouth centre of the crying woman as Kevin reached under Heather's tummy and lifted her up a little. In the eyes of her rapists, this was as good as it gets. A tormented char, breasts accessible, ass lifted, legs spread and confronted with two eagre peter about to violate her.

With her ass now lifted higher, Kevin spread the adult female's ass boldness and confirmed that his saliva had pooled in her rosebud asshole. Pleased with the puddle, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his genus Phallus against and slightly into ling's small hole.

Heather lurched forward, vainly trying to annul what she knew was about to take 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 suck it but don't….. ”.

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

heather mixture started to scream but quickly felt the corduroy tighten. Instead of making noise she pushed hard to close her clear legs only to feel them happen up against Kevin's muscular trunk. His go forward force per unit area 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 session at the spa. Cheryl was improbable, rangy and experienced in what made cleaning lady glad and after working punishing massaging broom she always ended it with her lingua on ling's clit working circles on it until Heather had raised her coxa far off the tabular array while bordering on intimate relief. But the real number legerdemain was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed middle finger into heather mixture's anus, triggering the massive climax that each of them enjoyed so very much. Never had a man found his way into ling's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his cock against her lubed hole, the head of his penis began to make progress and heather mixture quickly understood that she would miss this battle. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to adjudge the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her immunity in other ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her name was being called again, this time much close. Heather 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 spread legs and pushing back a petty in her inguen, she let Kevin pop into her ass. Surprised, he stopped a moment and looked down to confirm that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the rest of his pecker into her rectum. Matt stared into her oculus as Kevin sent the length of his penis up her chute for the start time. Heather's oculus widened and tears popped out of their corners as she felt her gut fill up with thick, hard meat. Her mouth opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her tooshie, his penis now fully in the woman's ass.

"God, that's good. Won't last long buddy in character you want some too. cerebration you wanted her rima oris ..."

Matt blinked and then got to work. He twisted heather's head to point own at his own swaying cock and then directed her pretty face to meet his erection. heather tried to avoid contact with the man's phallus, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid individual but when the electric cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her sass with flatness buried his dick in her makeup stained face.

His penis wasn't huge but it was as much as Heather had ever taken. In a split endorsement it bumped against the book binding of her throat and the familiar gagging feeling overcame her. spit and coughing around his muscle she fought the urge to be sick before wrapping her brim around him and sucking him into her throat.

Matt sighed, feeling her oral cavity and throat wrap around his angry shot and he pulled the adult female's hair up, forcing her to suck him against her will and at his pace. Kevin pulled slowly out of her backside and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing heather to wail in pain her mind bobbed up and down on Matt's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her epithet again, now on this side of the champaign and easily within shouting distance if she could suffer done anything except suck cock.

Kevin had picked up his step, her anus having adapted to the horrible trespass and the man was breathing heavily as he fucked her raised bum. matte was now fully erect and found that he was able to let go of Calluna vulgaris's hairsbreadth and just let her bob on his cock as if it were her idea. He reached down and under her torso, finding her with child breast and he eagerly fondled her mamilla as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to lose control. He had been in her slippery pussy and now he was stroking her tight rectum. His putz couldn't take much more of the blond woman's reluctant treats. matte noticed his friend tense up and sleep together that Kevin was ready to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of heather's rosebud bunghole and the sight took him to the boundary first.

Heather knew what was happening and began to regret hoping for them to fetch up. Inside her tail end, Kevin's cock felt incredibly large and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her backtalk was sore at the sides and she began to fear how she would care lustrelessness's onus. She was never great at swallowing but her married man Keith loved it so very much that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to spend a satisfying load into her obedient mouth. But her husband hadn't raped her and the two men above her were strangers and one of them was about to ejaculate into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his starting time spurt of semen go deep into heather's bottomland. At nearly the Lapp clock time, ling felt the familiar final swell of turncock as Matt began his transfer of come into Heather's pharynx. His timing was inauspicious as heather had began to unsay frantically in order to give space for more ejaculate. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her mouth and his mo spurt backed up onto his number 1. broom found her mouth filled with sticky cum and she frantically swished it around to make place for more as her mouth rapist spurted again and again. In spite of her efforts, gobs of gummy cum escaped from her oral fissure and daub across her brass and chin.

Kevin kept his cock 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 rophy of hot goo into her backside. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that moment. Two men, tool deep in either side of her, shooting gobs of jizz into her holes.

"HEATHER…. ”. The voice wasn't More than 30 railyard away. Scots heather could see her married man boots under the filmdom that kept her and her rapists from his view.

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the roll in the hay ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an hearable popping noise as the head of his prick emerged.

"Who the piece of ass is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped Matt, still pumping into Heather's oral fissure."Just let me end ”.

He spurted twice more and broom swallowed promptly having now timed her suck and swallowing with his spirt. A endorsement later, he pulled her hair back up and his still pulsing cock emerged from her lipstick smeared face.

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

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

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

Scots heather shivered, wondering what that meant.

"Yup ”, replied Kevin.

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

"HEATHER….."called Keith, now barely twenty grounds away.

Kevin took the cord from around Heather's neck and tied it quickly around her carpus in front of her. Dragging her nude and dirty, stained organic structure to the nearest sword upright piano, the men lifted her arms in high spirits above her heading, hooking the cord over a cross firearm and tying a prompt but tough knot.

Heather stood nude on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to last out upright. Each man slapped her bare ass and crudely grabbed her teat and pussy one last time.

"Thank you ma'am"said Kevin as they walked away savoring the view of her nude statue and abused eubstance, hands senior high school in the air, knocker and pussy on to the full showing. A thin trickle of semen emerged from her backside and ran down Heather's inner second joint. The men grabbed her discarded underclothing, placing her diminutive panties into her mouth and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her tooth to create a lewd gag. They kicked the rest of clothes further under the point of view before stepping back to and taking one go look.

"HEATHER….."cried Keith just as two men emerged from under the bleacher.

"Who ?"said Kevin looking up to see Keith approaching.

"broom. My wife. blond. Pink top. encounter her ?"

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

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

"HEATHER…..".