Once Bill and I had climbed over the fence, matter happened fast. The straps holding the muffin on the bedding were removed and she was carried into the orotund of the two cabins. It smelled musty and woodsy with autumn leaves. Along the back wall was a ill-gotten mattress on a box leap with posts attached to the corners and top rail for restraining a victim. They laid the muffin on her back and started to dispatch her wearable. measure fired up a propane heater in the turning point to keep us all warm during the bacchanalia to come.

Harold unzipped her course top and pulled her weapon system out of the sleeves. All clothing was folded neatly on a little wooden side table. Then he pulled her tee shirt over her header and removed it. Her white bra didn't quite conceal her broad breasts. She looked XVIII or nineteen, compact and well built, not skinny or corpulent, 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."

flier shot me a warm look."You wouldn't have much of a choice, would you ?"he said with a sneer."But it won't descend to that. You see we've been doing this for yr now. Harold there is a checkup doc, and he's come up with a storage drug. When administered, it causes amnesia, blanks out the lastly workweek or so in the patient's memory, erases it totally. Works somehow on the contribution of the brain creditworthy for short-run computer memory. So we just take the gem to some plaza 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 tight smile."It's worked like a charm. They don't know anything about us or what we did to them. Just go back to their aliveness with sore pussies, and when they get meaning, they can't even differentiate their parents who fucked them."He laughed.

note now pulled down the muffin's data track pants, exposing her whiten scanty. I could clearly see the scheme of her pussy in the cotton fabric. banknote caught me staring hungrily at her crotch."Go ahead,"he chuckled."You're going initiatory anyway. Do what you want to her."

I had for a long clock time lusted after these bits of teen fluff that walked past my threshold every day on their way home from school, giggling and wiggling their posterior and pressing their book against their big pap. Watching all that erotica had helped my sexual imaging to run wild. Now my fantasy were becoming real.

I rubbed her crotch with my fingers, feeling the puffy lips of her twat. Then I grabbed her girdle and pulled the scanty slowly down her legs, revealing the Robert Brown muff of her pubic hair and the coral lips of her sex slit. I moved my digit up and down her slit, feeling them sink between them into warm wetness, bumping against her clitoric hood, and dipping down into her vaginal entryway.

As I held my fingers to my nose, smelling her sex juice, Bill asked,"How do you want to do her ? missioner ? doggy style ?"

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 John L. H. Down. account looked at me again."How ?"he asked.

"Tied,"I said,"missionary style, on her binding. Hands over her read/write head. leg spread."

Bill grinned and nodded."Man after my own heart."So he held the gem down while Alastair and Harold got to work.

A duo of manacle dangled on a chain from the post at the principal of the bed. She was strong so the two men had to mold to force her wrists into cuffs as she struggled and twine and tried to roll over. As the manacle clicked shut, she started to scream."Help ! Help ! Anyone out there ! Help me ! Oowwww !"

Alastair and Harold slapped her tits and jammed a bandanna into her oral cavity to tranquillize her. Each seized an ankle and buckled leather cuffs on them. These they attached to posts projecting from opposite incline of the bed. Her creamy adolescent thigh spread extensive and displayed her nude twat and asshole."layover ! stoppage !"she tried to scream through the textile gagging her mouth."I'll call the fuzz ! You dirty men ! You'll be sorry. Aaaarrrggghh !"

placard pinched her nipples hard, but that didn't shut her up, so he produced a ball gag from a plastic container under the bed, jammed it into her mouth on top of the bandanna, and strapped it around her read/write head."I guess she won't be sucking us off just yet,"he said with a dreary smile.

Harold dug into a backpack flung in a quoin and produced a handful of blueing diamond oral contraceptive."Fortification for the combat to come up, lads,"he grinned, handing them around. A can of beer from the Saame battalion washed them down."It's getting warm in here. Time to link our muffin in the buff."

It was indeed getting warm as the little propane hummer in the cabin went into overdrive. I realized I was about to exhibit my nakedness to three early men I had only just met and under stressful circumstances. But the bound display of the lovely muffin's breasts and purulent hammock between her wide spread wooden leg was enough to ignite the blast of lust, and I began to remove my shirt and trousers.

The others did the Saami in muteness. Two rough chairs fashioned from the trees of the forest served as our dressing table. Shirts were carefully folded and placed on the place ; trousers were carefully draped over the chair backs ; shoes and drogue were carefully lined up under the electric chair. All that was left was our underwear.

"Get the camera, Alastair,"said Bill, motioning to another large knapsack near the threshold. It was vindicated Alastair was the photographer in the mathematical group, and he proved it by pulling out and setting up a professional kit of lights, tripods, and cameras covering every Angle of the bed.

"All set,"he nodded at Bill, who nodded at me."Lights, camera, action mechanism, Phillip,"he said, motioning meaningfully at the gem naked on the bed.

"OK,"I thought."They want a display. Just act naturally."My natural inclining was to smack her pussy before I fucked her, so I crawled onto the bed between her legs and separated her labia with my fingerbreadth to get a dependable facial expression at her cunt and arouse myself. As I bent to lick up and down and around her clit, I was cognisant out of the corner of my eye of Alastair's camera zooming in on my oral succour. The gem lifted her head briefly to stare down her belly at the top of my head teacher fringed with grey hair as my mouth sucked in her clit and sent lightning flashes through her loins.

Before long, I was breathing heavily and so was she. My lust was up, and I could feel the contraceptive pill kicking in as my come alive penis stiffened and run of intimate galvanizing muscularity exploding in my abdomen and through my testicles and pecker. I stood up slowly, noting that the early men were still in their underclothing, watching me carefully, waiting for the Apocalypse. Would I accompany my fantasy or wilt with the stress and guilt of it ?

I lowered my underwear and stepped out of them, tossing the garment on a chair. My prick stood up proudly to aid, its precious coral point flaring. It wasn't as upright as in my youth, but still quite capable and still quite declamatory. As I turned to front the camera, my penis bobbed a greeting to my new supporter."fountainhead, well,"said Bill, 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 heart-to-heart blanket and pleading, and she moaned plea behind her ball gag, asking me not to fuck her. It suddenly occurred to me that she might be a virgin. I probed experimentally with my cock foreland between her kitty-cat brim and there encountered a barrier.

I only needed to search over at Harold and broadside."She's a virgin,"I said.

"Obviously,"said Harold dryly.

"So ?"said Bill."piece of ass her. We want to see this."Alastair moved closer with a telecasting camera. Harold wielded a still camera, focussing on my erect, throbbing penis now lodged in the entrance to the muffin's vagina.

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

"Uuunnnggghh,"emerged from her vocal chords muffled by the gag. I began a serial publication of short driving force, sawing my member back and forth in the warm entrance to her cunt, now slippery with her pussy juice between young labia. With each push inside, I felt my cock head move a small farther as it banged up against her virgin barrier.

Gradually I could feel her hymen giving way with each jab. I pulled back again and saw my prick head streaked with blood. Almost there. With a muscular straight thrust of my rosehip, I drove my cock hard into her slit and broke past the membrane. She yelled loud and then sobbed and cried as I backed out a bit and drove my penis forward again, mad with lust, feeling my penis gliding up deep into her vagina.

Bill's smiling was full."Alright then."Harold was beginning to breathe hard, staring at the conjunction of my putz in the muffin's snatch. His in good order handwriting slipped into his shorts and he began to rub down his own penis.

Her tomentum was tossed across the dirty old pillow as she shook her head back and Forth, squealing behind the ball gag, her eyes wide and staring imprecations at me. Her cheeks were flushed and wet with bust. Her chin with its darling little dimple trembled with emotion. Her chest was flushed down to her full phase of the moon breasts, their rung areolas dark against the peach of her skin and their mammilla 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 soundly fortune, an insufferable fancy fulfilled here in wing Pass.

"Up, up,"came the management from Alastair behind the TV camera with a wave of his script."Let's see."I knew what he wanted, being a porn addict, so I raised myself up on my genu to expose my-cock-in-her-cunt action to their view. I thrust in and out slowly so his camera could record mess of the cock-stiffening question of the sex act : long, slow motion of her fat hairy cunt lips sucking around my pecker shaft streaked with the Patrick White of her vaginal lubrication and the red of her vestal 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, thick penis to erection while staring at my tool fucking the muffin's hairy young cunt.

"Put your right hand leg up over hers,"came Alastair's steering. He was breathing hard too, his raise prick now making a collapsible shelter of his underwear, but he kept his eye glued to the camera viewfinder. A real number pro. He knew how to stool erotica videos. Awkwardly I managed to get my rectify foot up over her impart thigh and plant life it on the bed without pulling my tool out of her cunt. Alastair crouched down behind us as I continued to stroke my phallus slowly and firmly in and out of her vagina.

I knew what he was recording ; in the window that opened between my arse and hers, he saw her anguished face, her jiggling tit, the round curves of her abdomen and kitty mound, the spread lips of her bitch, my cock thrusting in and out between them, her erect clitoris above the fucking, my arse and bollock, and her arsehole below. It was dirty, it was lustful, it was utter nudity, it was entire exposure of private parts in the most cozy act, it was a vicious forbidden shag of a teen, it was magic.

I had never felt so awake, so aroused, 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 duncish penis stuck up proudly under his paunch. I realized that these guys really loved fucking as much as I did, kindred misdirect sprightliness. He and flyer were now rubbing their cock principal around and around the muffin's nipples, still staring hard at my tool fucking into her cunt with foresighted, firm strokes."You OK ?"notice asked me with a grin.

"Sure,"I replied,"but I'm getting close."They knew what I meant. My cock was getting hot and stiff, set up to irrupt into her cunt. Alastair moved to the side of the bed for a broad shot of the nooky. measure and Harold retreated beside him. I covered the muffin and kissed her brass as I thrust my putz faster and faster into her puss. I raised myself up on one hand and fondled her left tit while the early bounced hard as I fucked her slit, my pelvic arch now a blur in the bowl of her outstretched second joint. Alastair moved behind us for a low level stab of cock in cunt, the snatch lips now foaming with her aroused lubrications.

I was now in a zone of full lust. The cosmos contracted to my body attacking hers. My member was hot and throbbing, sending electric shocks throughout my whole body. I was also aware of my interview, these three naked men now silent as the death second of this piece of ass roared to a climax. My putz pounded hard and fast into the muffin's intimate orifice, the sacred vagina awaiting the sacrament of sperm cell.

"Ouuugh. Ouuuugghhff,"I grunted as my orgasm hit me. My cock stiffened in her bitch and began to spurt cum into her vaginal deepness. I thrust and thrust and thrust until the last drop of semen had left my cock and I began a slowly relaxation and hideaway from arousal.

It occurred to me later that we had not discussed ejaculation. If we came in her pussy, a forensic interrogation of the muffin would give our DNA and make believe us traceable by the police. And I had just come in her pussy. Harold later explained to me that the amnesia drug was so good that the gem would not suspect what had happened to her. He had a soothing ointment that would subscribe to the soreness out of her bitch and other parts of her torso we abused, and even if she suspected yucky playing period in her intimate parts, our semen would be absorbed into her eubstance by the time she convinced a doctor or forensic examiner to investigate the content of her vagina.

They would, of track, confirm that she had been fucked and was no longer a Virgin, but they would hold no evidence linking us to the crime. He and the early two, he assured me, had been fucking local anaesthetic teens for two years now, and no trace of their activities here in Backstage Pass had yet been found.

It appears I had been very lucky to have been made a part of this marvellous band of sexual reprobates. They knew what they wanted and knew how to get it. With my libido on high alarm and my lack of ethical motive, I fit in with the grouping perfectly .