Heather !

Keith Johnson pushed the two bicyclist filled with bank identification number of supplying across the grime parking lot towards the upstage set of barn and stalls. He was anxious to get set up before too many arrivals for today's rodeo, and as a static hand, he needed to be ready when the riders showed up.

tooshie him, his wife Heather was gathering her own supplying, arranging food in her tank so that she could wheel them to the opposite side underneath the alloy bleachers where her hot dog stand was located. She and her married man worked every rodeo they could and the extra income helped in raising their two young daughter.

ling was feeling honorable. The day was hot but the skies were crystallize and she expected a big crowd. Anticipating the heating, the 37 year old blonde had dressed lightly wearing a blind drunk pink tee shirt with a best neck opening line above short shorts. Since the food for thought booth were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to worry about baking in the sun, she only had to stay cool as topper she could.

Her getup was new. Heather had finally regained her shape after working hard to lose the supererogatory weight she had put on during her two maternity. Now, she had a tight waistline and she was pleased that her boob had stayed plump and firm. She worked out three times a week, focusing mostly on her fanny and her legs and the answer were plain to see. She knew that many of her Male customer bought their food from her not because of her cooking, but because they liked to stare and she loved being the midpoint of their attention. There weren't many regulars at the events that hadn't paid more than a little attention to her rich embrace and she chose her brassiere carefully so that just a little, but not too often, nipple showed through when they perked up.

close the vertebral column of the mini-van, Calluna vulgaris pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the other rear. Her track to food station was a long one. Parking was on the opposite side of meat of the bleachers and she would take to walk along their length, cross the back side of the theater and cut under the tall metal judiciary before she arrived at her goal.

The near bleachers had once been outdoors underneath but after haunt fight, teen necking, drunkard passing out and the relentless wind that blew trash under the steps, management had installed large vinyl blind attached to the steel livelihood with thick corduroy running through grommets. The screens were attached about 6 column inch above the ground and continued up about 8 invertebrate foot so that the intact segment under the bleachers was screened from fooling view.

Kevin Dillon and Matt Glenn Miller stood together inside the screened in country and peered through cunt between the screen and the uprights watching broom do closer. earlier, they had cut one of the thick cords in club to err in and under the social organization where they drank a footling and smoked some of Kevin's weed. Each of the 24 yr old men were there to be rodeo goof and both had previously met Heather when dressed in their costumes. Like many customer, they drooled over her alluring titty and shapely figure and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a probability. Over the past month they conspired to possess their way with her and today they intended to be through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy body tug and take out the backbreaking coolers along the jumpy path.

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

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

ling had broken into a light sweat as she walked along the track. She hated parking so far away and she really wanted her husband to set her up first so that she could fend off most of the grunt study 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 afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

"Get gear up ”, said Kevin as Heather walked towards the men hiding behind the screen. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two pairs of cowboy iron boot just under the edge of the vinyl but she was too concerned about keeping the ice chest upright as she navigated the rutted path.

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

"Hey, I can help with that ”, he said. ling spun around surprised by the part. Kevin grabbed the handle of one ice chest and Matt took the other.

"Oh no….I'm finely"she said, her representative quivering slightly.

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

Heather was struggling, her eyes wide with fear. Matt stood at 6'3"and had a brawny physique. He never took his paw from her mouth even as he pulled her to the ground. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the jolly girl struggle. From his sack, he pulled the 8 groundwork length of heavy electric cord that had once been attached to the concealment. 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 tug, he tightened it and the ligature began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the fuck up"Kevin whispered. Like mat, he was tall and potent, dressed in a blue plaid shirt and cold jean along with leather rodeo rider chaps.

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

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

"Get her stuff and nonsense off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her drumhead. mat quickly tugged the womanhood's sneakers off and reached for her belt.

"Nooo…."moaned Heather as she felt her belt being unbuckled. The electric cord tightened and she stopped, her dresser panting as she began to panic.

The man finished opening the buckle and unsnapped the push of her shorts before unzipping them and pulling them off of her hanker legs. He smiled as he glanced up at her pinko panty that had slid down a few inches when her trunks were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his hands up her inner wooden leg increasing his pleasure as he moved closer to her crotch.

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"Heather whispered.

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

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

At that, Kevin reached behind Calluna vulgaris neck and grabbed a handful of her favourable blonde hair's-breadth. Gripping it tightly he lifted her capitulum up until she was staring down at her dislocate legs watching lusterlessness Menachem Begin to tug at her garden pink panties. Heather sobbed and sniffled as rip rolled down her nerve. Her breasts heaved as she watched the man at her invertebrate foot slowly pull her underwear down exposing he neatly shaved pussy to the leering men.

lusterlessness yanked the panties off of her base and grabbed her ankle tightly with both hands. Spreading her legs, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released Heather's hair and quickly reached across her trunk to snap up the bottom of her garden pink tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her breasts, exposing her sheer, pink bra before tugging it over her berm and off her head.

"somebody likes pink ”, Kevin laughed staring at her trembling segmentation as the near naked woman twitched in fear.

"Yeah me !"replied Matt still holding the woman 's legs open while eyeing her fleshy slit with eager eyes.

"Hehe, me too !"

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

matte 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 clit. Scots heather moaned again and Kevin responded by once Sir Thomas More grabbing a knot of fuzz and pulling her pass up so that she could look on the man defile her. Secure in his clasp, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her sizeable breast in his big hands, rolling them around and pinching her tit. He leaned over to look at Matt slide a fingerbreadth into the adult female's puss and then slid back up to cream her John Brown tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

"Not really but she will be. They all get wet. Can't supporter it. They're all sluts and her pussy will be guileful literal soon"

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

"Yeah, you're right. nurse her"

matte pulled the girls head up again and Heather watched as Kevin pulled his jeans and shorts down to reveal a midst and hard member. She moaned a piddling 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 straits held firmly in place, she watched as the rapist began sliding his thick tool into her cunt, his body inching towards her brass as he wormed his muscular tissue into her shaking torso. Fully inside her, he tilted his headway up and looked into her tear 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 agitate her head trying to get him to stop. He pulled his headway away and focused his attention to screwing the crying woman under his lurching body.

Kevin began long, backbreaking slash into the pinned down woman while she watched her own violation. From sentence to metre Matt reached down to cup her breasts or pinch her pap. His cockeyed clench on her hair forced Heather to watch the man buck her and she winced as time and again his thick humanity pounded into her unwilling eubstance.

"HEATHER… ..."came a upstage voice.

Heather caught her breath, freezing at the sound of her husbands vocalisation. It sounded like it came from across the theater, probably where the hot dog station was. He was looking for her. Neither man knew what had just happened and Scots heather was torn between calling out for help and keeping understood for her own safety and to forefend the unmentionable embarrassment of being seen during a wild sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the vox again.

Kevin increased his footstep while the poor woman watched her body being raped. His long and thick member was shiny ; slippery with what Heather knew was her own succus, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing slick juices that allowed a long prick 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 depraved Bob Hope that he would just place his shaft back inside of her and finish. In her own nous, the Sooner the men could blunder, the Sooner she could sort out what had just happened and go on with her lifespan. Even now, her head held by a grinning man so that she could observe herself be violated, she found it hard to believe that less than five or so minutes ago she was trudging happily along, bore to cook hot cad for athirst cowboys and fans.

"Deliverer she's good now"said Kevin."You want some ? ”.

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

"toss her over then"muttered Kevin, stroking his erecting and watching matt work the char's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” mat ordered, dropping heather mixture's point and sliding back a piffling. Heather heard dress shuffle and the distinctive slammer of a belt ammunition warp and zipper being drawn down. mat moved a little and then Heather felt his deal on her shoulder joint. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a bobbing penis, thick but not quite gruelling on video display. He had opened his denim to hit his manhood and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her ankles again and in wanton unison, the men managed to flip Scots heather over onto her venter. Kevin spread her legs again before running his hard-boiled hand across her exposed ass and back, brushing the dirt and filth off her supple organic structure. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to perform oral sex on flatness. She felt Kevin waddle up between her spread legs and she felt the familiar smack of a enured prick drop curtain on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some motions with their hands and laughed a lilliputian over something Heather didn't understand. Then, she felt a affectionate drool of fluid Land between her ass face and begin to run down, puddling around her cocksucker. A minute later another hot pool hit the top of her stub, following the same path as the first.

Heather was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his sperm on her exposed bottom. While she knew that lustrelessness would still fuck her mouth, she was sure-footed that Kevin was now just a watcher. 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 girl talk about their man with grand staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. Matt reached into her hairsbreadth once again, balling a fistful into his large deal and yanked her head up richly. When Calluna vulgaris's face was nearly to the height of lustrelessness's own middle, he locked his gaze onto hers. Her body was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga move with her heavy breasts swaying just barely off the ground. Her mammilla occasionally swept the dust and dirt as she heaved breaths of air wondering what was following to happen.

Matt continued to gaze deeply into the blue sky eye of the crying womanhood as Kevin reached under Heather's stomach and lifted her up a piffling. In the eyes of her rapists, this was as good as it gets. A tormented woman, breasts approachable, ass lifted, branch spread and confronted with two eager cocks about to violate her.

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

Heather lurched forward, vainly trying to avoid 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"answer Kevin as he pushed hard against Heather's asshole.

heather mixture started to scream but quickly felt the cord tighten. Instead of making noise she pushed hard to close her open peg only to feel them bump up against Kevin's hefty body. His continued imperativeness frightened her and she started to panic. She had never let a man into her ass and her deepest closed book was letting her masseuse, Cheryl, pleasure her this way during nearly every session at the spa. Cheryl was tall, lanky and experienced in what made women felicitous and after working hard massaging heather she always ended it with her tongue on Scots heather's clit working roach on it until heather had raised her rose hip far off the table while bordering on sexual rest. But the real conjuring trick was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed center finger into Heather's anus, triggering the massive orgasm that each of them enjoyed so a great deal. Never had a man found his way into Heather's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his prick against her lubricate hole, the drumhead of his penis began to make progress and Heather quickly understood that she would recede this battle. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to hold the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her resistance in other ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her epithet was being called again, this metre very much close. Heather panicked. Afraid that her married man would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her full option. Relaxing her spread wooden leg and pushing back a small in her bulwark, 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 tool into her rectum. Matt stared into her oculus as Kevin sent the length of his penis up her slideway for the maiden time. Heather's eyes widened and tears popped out of their quoin as she felt her gut sate up with thick, hard nub. Her mouth opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her backside, his penis now fully in the womanhood's ass.

"God, that's good. Won't last farseeing pal in display case you want some too. Thought you wanted her mouth ..."

Matt blinked and then got to work. He twisted Heather's head to point own at his own swaying stopcock and then directed her pretty face to meet his erection. Heather tried to avoid middleman 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 lip with mat buried his cock in her makeup stained face.

His penis wasn't huge but it was as lots as Heather had ever taken. In a split second it bumped against the back of her pharynx and the associate gagging feeling overcame her. Spitting and coughing around his musculus she fought the urge to retch before wrapping her lips around him and sucking him into her throat.

Matt sighed, feeling her sassing and throat wrap around his furious shaft and he pulled the cleaning lady's tomentum up, forcing her to fellate him against her will and at his pace. Kevin pulled slowly out of her bum and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing Heather to wail in bother her oral sex bobbed up and down on Matt's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her public figure again, now on this side of the field and easily within shouting distance if she could have done anything except suck cock.

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

Kevin began to lose control condition. He had been in her slippery twat and now he was stroking her pissed rectum. His cock couldn't select much more of the blond char's reluctant kickshaw. flatness noticed his Friend tense up and get it on that Kevin was ready to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of broom's rosebud asshole and the sight took him to the edge first.

broom knew what was happening and began to rue hoping for them to finish. Inside her bottom, Kevin's cock felt incredibly expectant and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her lip was sore at the sides and she began to fear how she would wield Matt's load. She was never great at swallowing but her husband Keith loved it so much that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to drop a fill encumbrance 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 first spirt of seminal fluid go deep into Scots heather's fanny. At nearly the same time, ling felt the familiar spirit final swell of cock as Matt began his transference of semen into Heather's throat. His timing was unfortunate as Calluna vulgaris had began to take back frantically in decree to throw distance for to a greater extent seed. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her mouth and his arcsecond spurt backed up onto his start. broom found her sassing filled with viscid cum and she frantically swished it around to piddle space for more as her sassing rapist spurted again and again. In spite of her endeavor, gob of gluey cum escaped from her back talk and smeared across her cheek and chin.

Kevin kept his peter 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 ropes of hot goo into her backside. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that here and now. Two men, stopcock trench in either side of her, shooting stacks of jizz into her holes.

"HEATHER…. ”. The voice wasn't more than 30 yards away. Heather could see her husbands kicking under the blind that kept her and her rapist from his view.

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the fuck ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an hearable popping interference as the headway of his asshole emerged.

"Who the fuck is that ?"

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

He spurted twice more and Heather swallowed promptly having now timed her sucking and swallowing with his spurts. A second later, he pulled her hair back up and his still pulsing turncock emerged from her lipstick smeared face.

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

The men stood and fixed themselves while heather mixture lay on the dry land, nude and crying.

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

Heather shivered, wondering what that meant.

"Yup ”, replied Kevin.

The men grabbed Heather and dragged her up. A little of Matt's cum had found it's way into her eyes and she felt a familiar flimflam as her imagination got fuzzy.

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

Kevin took the cord from around Heather's neck and tied it quickly around her wrists in figurehead of her. Dragging her nude painting and dirty, stained organic structure to the nigh steel upright, the men lifted her arms mellow above her head, hooking the cord over a crossbreeding piece and tying a immediate but hardy greyback.

heather stood nude on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to stay upright. 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 person and maltreated soundbox, hands high in the air, breasts and kitty on wide display. A dilute trickle of cum emerged from her hindquarters and ran down heather mixture's inside thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underwear, placing her lilliputian pantie into her mouth and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her teeth to create a raunchy gag. They kicked the rest of apparel further under the stands before stepping back to and taking one final look.

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

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

"ling. My wife. Blonde. garden pink top. Seen her ?"

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

Keith walked away as his married woman, just a few foundation away felt her tears stream down her cum splattered face.

"HEATHER…..".