Heather !

Keith President Lyndon Johnson pushed the two wheeler filled with bins of supplies across the grime parking lot towards the aloof set of barns and stables. He was uneasy to get set up before too many arriver for today's rodeo, and as a static hand, he needed to be prepare when the riders showed up.

Behind him, his wife heather was gathering her own provision, arranging food in her coolers so that she could wheel them to the opposite side of meat underneath the metal bleachers where her hot dog stall was located. She and her hubby worked every rodeo they could and the extra income helped in raising their two Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl.

Calluna vulgaris was feeling good. The day was hot but the skies were shed light on and she expected a big crowd. Anticipating the heating plant, the 37 class old blonde had dressed lightly wearing a tight pink tee shirt with a scooped neck line above shortsighted shorts. Since the food booths were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to vex about baking in the sun, she only had to stay cool as best she could.

Her outfit was new. Heather had finally regained her shape after working hard to lose the spare weight she had put on during her two gestation. Now, she had a tight waist and she was pleased that her breasts had stayed plump and firm. She worked out three time a week, focusing mostly on her bottom and her legs and the issue were plain to see. She knew that many of her Male customers bought their 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 regular at the upshot that hadn't paid more than a little attending to her sizeable embrace and she chose her bandeau carefully so that just a small, but not too a great deal, nipple showed through when they perked up.

Closing the back of the mini-van, Scots heather pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the former rump. Her route to food station was a farsighted one. Parking was on the paired side of the bleachers and she would have got to walk along their duration, cross the bet on side of the field and cut under the tall metal Bench before she arrived at her destination.

The good bleacher had once been open underneath but after frequent battle, adolescent necking, drunk passing out and the relentless wind instrument that blew methamphetamine hydrochloride under the gradation, management had installed heavy vinyl screens attached to the steel supports with thick electric cord running through cringle. The screen door were attached about 6 inches above the earth and continued up about 8 feet so that the integral section under the bleachers was screened from casual view.

Kevin Dillon and Matt Miller stood together inside the screened in area and peered through puss between the screens and the vertical watching Heather hail closer. to begin with, they had cut one of the thick cords in guild to drop away 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 goofball and both had previously met Scots heather when dressed in their costumes. Like many customers, they drooled over her tempting titty and shapely figure and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a chance. Over the past times month they conspired to have their way with her and today they intended to follow through with their plan.

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

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

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

Calluna vulgaris had broken into a scant exertion 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 invalidate about of the oink 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 afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

"Get ready ”, said Kevin as heather mixture walked towards the men hiding behind the cover. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two couplet of cowboy rush just under the border of the vinyl but she was too relate about keeping the cooler upright as she navigated the rut path.

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

"Hey, I can assist with that ”, he said. Scots heather spun around surprised by the articulation. Kevin grabbed the hold of one ice chest and Matt took the other.

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

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

Scots heather was struggling, her centre wide-eyed with care. Matt stood at 6'3"and had a muscular bod. He never took his helping hand from her mouth even as he pulled her to the footing. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the pretty young lady struggle. From his pocket, he pulled the 8 fundament length of heavy cord that had once been attached to the 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 flying jerk, he tightened it and the ligature began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the piece of ass up"Kevin whispered. Like flatness, he was tall and strong, dressed in a blue plaid shirt and dust-covered jeans along with leather cowboy chaps.

"I really don't care 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 and nonsense off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her read/write head. lustrelessness quickly tugged the woman's sneakers off and reached for her smash.

"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 push of her shorts before unzipping them and pulling them off of her long ramification. He smiled as he glanced up at her garden pink panties that had slid down a few inches when her shorts were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his hands up her inner legs increasing his pleasure as he moved closer to her crotch.

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"heather mixture whispered.

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

"plosive consonant it baby, this isn't hurting you. He's just going to get a good feeling at the seraphic pussy of yours. That's all. Wan na see ?"

At that, Kevin reached behind heather mixture neck and grabbed a handful of her gold blonde hairsbreadth. Gripping it tightly he lifted her head up until she was staring down at her splayed ramification watching lustrelessness Begin to tug at her pink step-in. Heather sobbed and sniffled as tear rolled down her face. Her breasts heaved as she watched the man at her foot slowly pull her underwear down exposing he neatly shaved slit to the leering men.

lusterlessness yanked the panties off of her human 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 physical structure to grab the can of her pink tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her breast, exposing her sheer, pink bra before tugging it over her shoulder joint and off her head.

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

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

"Hehe, me too !"

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

Matt started first, letting one ankle go and arrival for her exposed pussy. Touching it, he rubbed his finger along her labia before pinching the skin around her hooded clit. heather moaned again and Kevin responded by once more grabbing a gnarl of hair and pulling her head up so that she could keep an eye on 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 teat. He leaned over to calculate at Matt slide a digit into the woman's pussy and then slid back up to lick 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 knavish literal soon"

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

"Yeah, you're right. Hold her"

Matt pulled the daughter head up again and Scots heather watched as Kevin pulled his blue jean and shorts down to reveal a thick and severely phallus. She moaned a little and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her stage and leaned forward putting the tip of his member against her pussy back talk. With her pass held firmly in place, she watched as the raper began sliding his midst pecker into her twat, his consistence inching towards her face as he wormed his muscularity into her shaking body. Fully inside her, he tilted his headland up and looked into her tear filled center.

"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 lady to throw off her headspring trying to get him to turn back. He pulled his head away and focused his attention to screwing the crying charwoman under his lurching body.

Kevin began long, hard accident into the pinned down woman while she watched her own assault. From meter to prison term flatness reached down to cup her breasts or snarf her mammilla. His tight clasp on her hairsbreadth forced heather mixture to take in the man buck her and she winced as time and again his thick manhood pounded into her unwilling body.

"HEATHER… ..."came a upstage voice.

Calluna vulgaris caught her breath, freezing at the sound of her hubby representative. 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 helper and keeping silent for her own safety and to avoid the undergarment embarrassment of being seen during a violent sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the voice again.

Kevin increased his footstep while the poor woman watched her body being raped. His long and thick penis was bright ; slippery with what Heather knew was her own succus, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing slick juices that allowed a foresightful prick to imbue her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and Scots heather looked down at his twitching brawn. She knew he had been close to climax and she held out perverse hope that he would just place his lance back inside of her and finish. In her own head, the Sooner the men could blunder out, the sooner she could sort out what had just happened and move on with her life. Even now, her head held by a grin man so that she could check herself be violated, she found it toilsome to believe that less than five or so second ago she was trudging happily along, bore to cook hot dogs for hungry rodeo rider and fans.

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

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

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

"Get out the way then bro'” mat ordered, dropping Heather's head and sliding back a little. Calluna vulgaris heard clothes shamble and the classifiable jailhouse of a whang buckle and zip fastener being drawn down. flatness moved a short and then Heather felt his hands on her shoulders. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the nook of her eye she saw a bobbing penis, thick but not quite voiceless on presentation. He had opened his jeans to remove his manhood and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her ankle joint again and in escaped unison, the men managed to flip ling over onto her stomach. Kevin spread her legs again before running his set hands across her exposed ass and back, brushing the dirt and filth off her supple consistence. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to perform oral sex on lustrelessness. She felt Kevin waddle up between her ranch pegleg and she felt the familiar slap of a hardened cock up drop on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some motions with their hands and laughed a fiddling over something Heather didn't understand. Then, she felt a fond dribble of fluid solid ground between her ass cheek and begin to run down, puddling around her asshole. A import later another hot puddle hit the top of her fanny, following the same way of life as the first.

Heather was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his spermatozoan on her scupper posterior. While she knew that Matt would still fuck her mouth, 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 fantastic staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. lusterlessness reached into her hair once again, balling a fistful into his large hand and yanked her head up high. When Heather's cheek was nearly to the height of Matt's own eyes, he locked his gaze onto hers. Her body was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga relocation with her impenetrable breasts swaying just barely off the earth. Her nipples occasionally swept the dust and dirt as she heaved breaths of air wondering what was future to happen.

Matt continued to stare deeply into the blue heart of the crying fair sex as Kevin reached under Heather's stomach and lifted her up a minuscule. In the eyes of her rapists, this was as salutary as it gets. A tormented woman, breasts accessible, ass lifted, legs spread and confronted with two eager stopcock about to offend her.

With her ass now lifted higher, Kevin spread the woman's ass cheeks and confirmed that his saliva had pooled in her rosebud bastard. Pleased with the puddle, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his phallus against and slightly into Calluna vulgaris's lowly hole.

Heather lurched forward, vainly trying to avoid what she knew was about to postulate 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 sucking it but don't….. ”.

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

Scots heather started to scream but quickly felt the corduroy tighten. Instead of making haphazardness she pushed hard to close her open peg only to feel them bump up against Kevin's brawny body. His stay pressure 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, pleasure her this way during nearly every session at the spa. Cheryl was improbable, lanky and experienced in what made woman happy and after working hard massaging Heather she always ended it with her tongue on Heather's clit working Mexican valium on it until Heather had raised her rosehip far off the table while bordering on sexual rilievo. But the genuine magic was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed middle finger into Heather's anus, triggering the monolithic climax that each of them enjoyed so practically. Never had a man found his way into broom's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his cock against her lubed muddle, the top dog of his penis began to relieve oneself progress and broom quickly understood that she would fall back this fight. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to hold the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her opposition in other ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her name was being called again, this time much close. Scots heather panicked. Afraid that her husband would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her best option. Relaxing her gap legs and pushing back a little in her groin, she let Kevin pop into her ass. surprised, he stopped a present moment and looked down to confirm that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the residue of his tool into her rectum. Matt stared into her centre as Kevin sent the duration of his penis up her chute for the first meter. Heather's optic widened and tears popped out of their corners as she felt her gut fill up with thick, severe meat. Her lip opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her keister, his penis now fully in the woman's ass.

"God, that's proficient. Won't last long buddy in case you want some too. mentation you wanted her lip ..."

matte blinked and then got to work. He twisted heather mixture's head to repoint own at his own swaying cock and then directed her pretty face to fulfil his erecting. broom tried to avoid tangency with the man's phallus, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid souls but when the cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her mouthpiece with lusterlessness buried his rooster in her make-up stained face.

His penis wasn't huge but it was as much as Heather had ever taken. In a split second it bumped against the backbone of her throat and the familiar gagging feeling overcame her. expectoration and coughing around his sinew she fought the urge to retch before wrapping her backtalk around him and sucking him into her throat.

Matt sighed, feeling her mouth and throat wrapping around his angry shaft and he pulled the woman's hair up, forcing her to blow him against her will and at his tread. Kevin pulled slowly out of her bum and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing ling to wail in annoyance her head bobbed up and down on Matt's thickening penis.

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

Kevin had picked up his yard, her anus having adapted to the horrifying intrusion and the man was breathing heavily as he fucked her raised bum. mat was now fully rear and found that he was able-bodied to let go of Heather's pilus and just let her bob on his cock as if it were her idea. He reached down and under her torso, finding her large white meat and he eagerly fondled her nipples as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to fall behind control condition. He had been in her slippery pussy and now he was stroking her tight rectum. His hammer couldn't bring much Thomas More of the blond woman's reluctant treats. flatness noticed his friend tense up and have intercourse that Kevin was ready to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of Scots heather's rosebud asshole and the view took him to the boundary first.

broom knew what was happening and began to regret hoping for them to finish. Inside her merchantman, Kevin's cock felt incredibly boastfully and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her mouth was sore at the sides and she began to fear how she would handle Matt's encumbrance. She was never slap-up at swallowing but her husband Keith loved it so practically that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to drop a hearty load into her obedient mouth. But her married man hadn't raped her and the two men above her were unknown and one of them was about to ejaculate into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his first spurt of semen go deep into broom's backside. At nearly the same time, heather felt the familiar final examination fop of cock as matte began his transfer of semen into Heather's throat. His timing was unfortunate as Heather had began to swallow frantically in guild to make space for to a greater extent ejaculate. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her mouth and his endorse jet backed up onto his first off. ling found her mouth filled with sticky cum and she frantically swished it around to make water infinite for more than as her mouth raper spurted again and again. In spite of her endeavor, Jack-tar of sticky semen escaped from her mouth and smeared across her cheek and chin.

Kevin kept his hammer 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 back end. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that moment. Two men, cock deep in either slope of her, shooting mariner of jizz into her holes.

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

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the fuck ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an audible popping noise as the head word of his peter emerged.

"Who the shtup is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped lustrelessness, still pumping into Heather's sassing."Just let me finish ”.

He spurted twice more and heather swallowed promptly having now timed her sucking and swallowing with his squirt. A 2d 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 broom lay on the ground, nude person and crying.

"What about her"asked flatness."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 little of flatness's cum had found it's way into her heart and she felt a associate sting as her vision got fuzzy.

"HEATHER….."called Keith, now barely XX 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 and dirty, stained body to the nearest brand upright, the men lifted her arms high above her header, hooking the corduroy over a cross piece of music and tying a warm but sturdy knot.

Calluna vulgaris stood nude on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to stay upright piano. 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 body, hands high up in the air, breasts and pussy on wax display. A thin trickle of ejaculate emerged from her ass and ran down Calluna vulgaris's inner thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underwear, placing her tiny pantie into her mouth and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her dentition to produce a lustful gag. They kicked the repose of clothes 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 married woman. Blonde. garden pink top. visualise 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 infantry away felt her tears stream down her cum splattered aspect.

"HEATHER…..".