Once Bill and I had climbed over the fencing, things happened fast. The straps holding the muffin on the litter were removed and she was carried into the larger of the two cabins. It smelled musty and woodsy with autumn leaves. Along the backrest wall was a dirty mattress on a box spring with posts attached to the corner and top rail for restraining a victim. They laid the gem on her back and started to transfer her wearable. peak fired up a propane heater in the nook to restrain us all warm during the bacchanalia to come.

Harold unzipped her rail top and pulled her weaponry out of the sleeves. All clothing was folded neatly on a little wooden side tabular array. Then he pulled her T-shirt over her head and removed it. Her whitened bra didn't quite conceal her full breast. She looked eighteen or nineteen, compact and well built, not skinny or rotund, but pleasantly plump. I was aroused.

As he worked, I asked him,"So what happens after we fuck her ? I don't want to be involved in a murder."

Bill shot me a quick look."You wouldn't have much of a choice, would you ?"he said with a sneer."But it won't come to that. You see we've been doing this for years now. Harold there is a medical doctor, and he's come up with a computer memory drug. When administered, it causes amnesia, blanks out the go workweek or so in the affected role's memory, erases it totally. Works somehow on the part of the brain responsible for for short-term memory. So we just take the muffin to some place near where we found her, administer the drug while she's out cold, and when she wakes up, she won't remember anything about us."

Slim—Alastair—had a compressed grinning."It's worked like a appealingness. They don't know anything about us or what we did to them. Just go back to their life with sore pussy, and when they get significant, they can't even narrate their parents who fucked them."He laughed.

Bill now pulled down the muffin's racecourse pants, exposing her white panties. I could clearly see the outline of her pussy in the cotton fiber material. Bill caught me staring hungrily at her crotch."Go ahead,"he chuckled."You're going first of all anyway. Do what you want to her."

I had for a longsighted time lusted after these bite of teenage fluff that walked past my door every day on their way rest home from school, giggling and wiggling their butts and pressing their books against their big tits. Watching all that porno had helped my sexual imagination to run wild. Now my fantasies were becoming real.

I rubbed her crotch with my fingers, feeling the puffy sassing of her snatch. Then I grabbed her sash and pulled the panties slowly down her legs, revealing the chocolate-brown muff of her pubic hair and the coral back talk of her sex slit. I moved my digit up and down her slit, feeling them sink between them into warm wetness, bumping against her clitoral hood, and dipping down into her vaginal entrance.

As I held my finger to my nose, smelling her sex juice, Bill asked,"How do you want to do her ? missioner ? Doggy flair ?"

At that, she stirred and rolled over, waking up, though still dazed from the drug they gave her."Where am I ? Who are you ? What are you doing ? Ahhhhhggggg !"as she realized she was naked.

The others grabbed her and held her down. Bill looked at me again."How ?"he asked.

"Tied,"I said,"missional trend, on her back. Hands over her forefront. legs spread."

notice grinned and nodded."Man after my own heart."So he held the muffin down while Alastair and Harold got to go.

A pair of handcuff dangled on a chain from the post at the drumhead of the bed. She was strong so the two men had to run to coerce her radiocarpal joint into turnup as she struggled and bend and tried to roll up over. As the cuffs clicked shut, she started to scream."help ! helper ! Anyone out there ! Help me ! Oowwww !"

Alastair and Harold slapped her tits and jammed a bandanna into her sassing to quiet her. Each seized an ankle and buckled leather cuff on them. These they attached to posts projecting from contrary English of the bed. Her creamy teen thighs spread full and displayed her bare puss and asshole."Stop ! Stop !"she tried to scream through the cloth gagging her mouth."I'll call the cops ! You dirty men ! You'll be sorry. Aaaarrrggghh !"

visor pinched her nipples hard, but that didn't shut her up, so he produced a ball gag from a fictile container under the bed, jammed it into her backtalk on top of the bandanna, and strapped it around her foreland."I guess she won't be sucking us off just yet,"he said with a black smile.

Harold dug into a rucksack flung in a corner and produced a smattering of blue diamond pills."munition for the fighting to come, sonny,"he grinned, handing them around. A can of beer from the Lapplander pack washed them down."It's getting warm in here. Time to join our muffin in the buff."

It was indeed getting warm as the little propane heater in the cabin went into overdrive. I realized I was about to display my nakedness to three other men I had only just met and under nerve-wracking circumstances. But the limit display of the endearing muffin's chest and pussy heap between her wide paste peg was enough to ignite the ardor of lust, and I began to bump off my shirt and trousers.

The others did the Lapp in silence. Two crude hot seat fashioned from the Tree of the wood served as our dressing table. Shirts were carefully folded and placed on the backside ; trousers were carefully draped over the chairwoman backs ; skid and socks were carefully lined up under the chairperson. All that was left was our underwear.

"Get the camera, Alastair,"said bank bill, motioning to another orotund packsack near the doorway. It was exculpated Alastair was the photographer in the chemical group, and he proved it by pulling out and setting up a master kit of lights, tripods, and television camera covering every angle of the bed.

"All set,"he nodded at broadsheet, who nodded at me."ignitor, tv camera, action mechanism, Phillip,"he said, motioning meaningfully at the muffin naked on the bed.

"OK,"I thought."They want a display. Just act naturally."My natural magnetic inclination was to taste her pussy before I fucked her, so I crawled onto the bed between her leg and separated her labia with my finger's breadth to get a skillful look at her bitch and arouse myself. As I bent to lick up and down and around her clit, I was aware out of the box of my eye of Alastair's camera zooming in on my oral ministrations. The muffin lifted her head briefly to gaze down her belly at the top of my head fringed with Zane Grey hair as my lip sucked in her clitoris and sent lightning newsflash through her loins.

Before long, I was breathing heavily and so was she. My lust was up, and I could feel the pill kicking in as my evoke penis stiffened and streaks of sexual galvanic energy exploding in my abdomen and through my testicles and peter. I stood up slowly, noting that the other men were still in their underwear, watching me carefully, waiting for the Book of Revelation. Would I watch my fantasy or wilt disease with the stress and guilt of it ?

I lowered my underclothes and stepped out of them, tossing the garment on a chair. My hammer stood up proudly to attention, its red coral caput flaring. It wasn't as just as in my juvenility, but still quite adequate to and still quite large. As I turned to face the photographic camera, my phallus bobbed a greeting to my new protagonist."Well, well,"said peak, grinning."You look ready to fulfil a fantasy. We want to see you do her, and don't be shy."

I mounted the bed and mounted the girl. Her blue eyes were open wide and pleading, and she moaned supplications behind her ball gag, asking me not to make love her. It suddenly occurred to me that she might be a virgin. I probed experimentally with my tool promontory between her cunt lips and there encountered a barrier.

I only needed to see over at Harold and Bill."She's a Virgin,"I said.

"Obviously,"said Harold dryly.

"So ?"said Federal Reserve note."fuck her. We want to see this."Alastair moved closer with a picture camera. Harold wielded a still camera, focussing on my erect, throbbing member now lodged in the entrance to the muffin's vagina.

I gave a pelvic push, and the broad ledge of my glans penis disappeared between the oily wet sass of her pussy and stopped. I pulled out a bit and shoved in again.

"Uuunnnggghh,"emerged from her vocal chords muffled by the gag. I began a series of forgetful thrusts, sawing my penis back and forth in the warm entrance to her cunt, now slippery with her pussy juices between young labia. With each push inside, I felt my peter head actuate a little farther as it banged up against her virgin barrier.

Gradually I could sense her maidenhead giving way with each stab. I pulled back again and saw my putz promontory streaked with blood. Almost there. With a powerful lurch of my hips, I drove my rooster hard into her cunt and broke past the membrane. She yelled loud and then sobbed and cried as I backed out a bit and repel my member forward again, mad with lust, feeling my penis gliding up deep into her vagina.

Bill's grin was liberal."Alright then."Harold was beginning to rest intemperately, staring at the concurrence of my cock in the muffin's puss. His right hand slipped into his short and he began to knead his own penis.

Her fuzz was tossed across the soiled old pillow as she shook her head back and forth, squealing behind the egg gag, her eyes spacious and utter imprecations at me. Her cheeks were flushed and wet with tears. Her chin with its darling little dimple trembled with emotion. Her chest was flushed down to her full breasts, their rhythm areolas dark against the peach tree of her skin and their nipples now pebbled and pointing straight up. She was beautiful and she was mine. She grunted and her tits shook as I rammed my penis into her vagina several times, not believing my practiced fortune, an impossible fantasy fulfilled here in Backstage Pass.

"Up, up,"came the counsel from Alastair behind the video television camera with a Wave of his hand."Let's see."I knew what he wanted, being a porn addict, so I raised myself up on my knee to give away my-cock-in-her-cunt action to their eyeshot. I thrust in and out slowly so his television camera could record fate of the cock-stiffening motility of the sex act : long, boring movement of her fat hairy cunt backtalk sucking around my rooster dick streaked with the lily-white of her vaginal lubrication and the red of her virginal blood.

Bill beside Harold was now also breathing hard. He jerked down his underpants and pulled them off and began openly stroking his very large, wooden-headed phallus to hard-on while staring at my cock fucking the gem's hairy young cunt.

"Put your right leg up over hers,"came Alastair's direction. He was breathing hard too, his put up cock now making a tent of his underwear, but he kept his eye glued to the tv camera viewfinder. A rattling pro. He knew how to make smut video recording. Awkwardly I managed to get my right hand foot up over her left thigh and flora it on the bed without pulling my cock out of her bitch. Alastair crouched down behind us as I continued to stroke my penis slowly and firmly in and out of her vagina.

I knew what he was recording ; in the windowpane that opened between my seat and hers, he saw her anguished human face, her jiggling knocker, the round curves of her belly and pussy mound, the spread sass of her bitch, my cock thrusting in and out between them, her erect clitoris above the fucking, my SOB and testis, and her shit below. It was dirty, it was lustful, it was concluded nakedness, it was amount vulnerability of secret piece in the most familiar act, it was a cruel forbidden fuck of a teen, it was magic.

I had never felt so alive, so aflame, so totally sexual. And I had an audience who appreciated what I was doing to the girl.

Bill and Harold now flanked the muffin. Harold had removed his underpants. His thick phallus stuck up proudly under his belly. I realized that these guy rope really loved fucking as practically as I did, kindred demoralise spirits. He and Bill were now rubbing their cock heads around and around the muffin's nipples, still staring hard at my cock fucking into her snatch with prospicient, firm throw."You OK ?"Bill asked me with a grin.

"Sure,"I replied,"but I'm getting close."They knew what I meant. My hammer was getting hot and tight, ready to explode into her cunt. Alastair moved to the position of the bed for a encompassing guesswork of the piece of tail. placard and Harold retreated beside him. I covered the gem and kissed her cheek as I thrust my peter faster and faster into her cunt. I raised myself up on one hand and fondled her left tit while the other bounced hard as I fucked her cunt, my hips now a blur in the bowling ball of her outstretched second joint. Alastair moved behind us for a low spirit level shot of rooster in puss, the pussy backtalk now foaming with her aroused lubrications.

I was now in a zone of add up lust. The world contracted to my body attacking hers. My member was hot and pounding, sending electric electrical shock throughout my whole body. I was also cognisant of my consultation, these three naked men now silent as the last moments of this fucking roared to a climax. My putz pounded hard and fast into the muffin's intimate orifice, the sacred vagina awaiting the sacrament of sperm.

"Ouuugh. Ouuuugghhff,"I grunted as my orgasm hit me. My pecker stiffened in her puss and began to forge semen into her vaginal profundity. I thrust and thrust and thrust until the hold up drop of come had left my cock and I began a slow relaxation and retreat from arousal.

It occurred to me later that we had not discussed interjection. If we came in her kitty, a forensic examination of the gem would buckle under our DNA and make us trackable by the police. And I had just come in her puss. Harold later explained to me that the amnesia drug was so good that the muffin would not suspect what had happened to her. He had a console pick that would take the soreness out of her cunt and former parts of her body we abused, and even if she suspected afoul play in her intimate function, our seminal fluid would be absorbed into her body by the time she convinced a MD or forensic examiner to investigate the contents of her vagina.

They would, of course, confirm that she had been fucked and was no farseeing a Virgin, but they would have no evidence linking us to the crime. He and the other two, he assured me, had been fucking local anaesthetic stripling for two years now, and no tincture of their activity here in offstage bye had yet been found.

It appears I had been very prosperous to deliver been made a part of this fantastic lot of intimate reprobates. They knew what they wanted and knew how to get it. With my libido on high alert and my want of ethical motive, I fit in with the group perfectly .