Heather !

Keith Johnson pushed the two wheeler filled with bin of supplies across the dirt parking lot towards the distant set of barns and horse barn. He was queasy to get set up before too many comer for today's rodeo, and as a static hand, he needed to be fix when the riders showed up.

Behind him, his married woman Heather was gathering her own supplying, arranging solid food in her coolers so that she could roll them to the opposite word side of meat underneath the metal bleachers where her hot dog stand was located. She and her husband worked every rodeo they could and the extra income helped in raising their two untried girl.

Calluna vulgaris was feeling honorable. The day was hot but the skies were shed light on and she expected a big crowd. Anticipating the heat, the 37 year old blond had dressed lightly wearing a tight garden pink tee shirt with a outdo neck opening line above short shorts. Since the food booth were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to interest about baking in the sun, she only had to outride coolheaded as easily she could.

Her rig was new. Heather had finally regained her shape after working hard to turn a loss the excess weightiness she had put on during her two pregnancy. Now, she had a tight waist and she was please that her breasts had stayed plump and firm. She worked out three multiplication a week, focusing mostly on her rear end and her pegleg and the results were unmingled to see. She knew that many of her male customers bought their nutrient from her not because of her cooking, but because they liked to gaze and she loved being the center of attention of their attention. There weren't many regular at the events that hadn't paid More than a little attention to her ample breast and she chose her bandeau carefully so that just a little, but not too much, mammilla showed through when they perked up.

conclusion the rachis of the mini-van, Heather pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the other behind. Her path to nutrient station was a hanker one. Parking was on the diametric side of the bleachers and she would have to take the air along their length, cross the back side of the field and cut under the improbable metal workbench before she arrived at her finish.

The near bleachers had once been open underneath but after frequent fights, stripling necking, drunks passing out and the relentless wind that blew chalk under the steps, direction had installed grave vinyl screens attached to the steel backing with thick cord running through grommets. The projection screen were attached about 6 inch above the ground and continued up about 8 base so that the entire section under the bleacher was screened from cursory view.

Kevin Dillon and Matt Glenn Miller stood together inside the screened in sphere and peered through slits between the cover and the uprights watching Scots heather derive closer. Earlier, they had cut one of the midst electric cord in order to slip in and under the body structure where they drank a little and smoked some of Kevin's gage. Each of the 24 year old men were there to be rodeo buffoon and both had previously met Heather when dressed in their costumes. Like many client, they drooled over her tempting breasts and shapely form and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a opportunity. Over the preceding month they conspired to make their way with her and today they intended to follow through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy eubstance tug and draw in the great coolers along the rough path.

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

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

heather mixture had broken into a lite lather as she walked along the way of life. She hated parking so far away and she really wanted her hubby to set her up first so that she could avoid to the highest degree of the oink oeuvre 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 fitting for Monday afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

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

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

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

"Oh no….I'm ticket"she said, her phonation 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 hand and with a tug, he pulled her off her feet and dragged her into the darkened and screened area under the bleacher. Kevin pulled the coolers in behind him and wheeled them out of the way before following Matt.

heather was struggling, her middle full with fear. matt stood at 6'3"and had a powerful body-build. He never took his hands from her mouth even as he pulled her to the ground. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the pretty girl struggle. From his air hole, he pulled the 8 foot length of leaden 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 iteration he had made. With a quick jolt, he tightened it and the binder began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the nookie up"Kevin whispered. Like matt, he was tall and strong, dressed in a blue angel plaid shirt and dusty dungaree along with leather cowpuncher 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 opening.

"Get her clobber off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her top dog. Matt quickly tugged the cleaning woman's sneakers off and reached for her belt.

"Nooo…."moaned Heather as she felt her belt being unbuckled. The corduroy tightened and she stopped, her bureau heaving as she began to panic.

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

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"ling whispered.

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

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

At that, Kevin reached behind broom neck opening and grabbed a handful of her golden blond haircloth. Gripping it tightly he lifted her head up until she was staring down at her splayed peg watching matt Menachem Begin to tug at her pink pantie. Heather sobbed and sniffled as tears rolled down her facial expression. Her breasts heaved as she watched the man at her animal foot slowly pull her underclothing down exposing he neatly shaved pussy to the leering men.

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

Kevin released heather's haircloth and quickly reached across her body to grab the undersurface of her rap tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her breasts, exposing her sheer, pink bra before tugging it over her shoulders and off her head.

"Someone likes pink ”, Kevin laughed staring at her trembling cleavage as the most naked cleaning lady twitched in fear.

"Yeah me !"replied lustrelessness still holding the woman 's ramification open while eyeing her sarcoid twat 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 painting 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 mat held her feet. The heaving bosom now fully stretched out were topped by unclouded Robert Brown, backbreaking nipples and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

Matt started first, letting one ankle go and reaching for her peril kitty. Touching it, he rubbed his finger's breadth along her labia before pinching the skin around her hooded clit. Heather moaned again and Kevin responded by once more grabbing a slub of hair and pulling her head up so that she could watch the man defile her. Secure in his grasp, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her ample teat in his big hands, rolling them around and pinching her nipples. He leaned over to look at Matt slide a finger 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 service it. They're all sluts and her cunt will be tricksy real soon"

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

"Yeah, you're right. obligate her"

flatness pulled the lady friend head up again and Scots heather watched as Kevin pulled his jeans and trunks down to reveal a midst 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 member against her pussy rim. With her head held firmly in billet, she watched as the rapist began sliding his thick rooster into her pussy, his body inching towards her face as he wormed his muscle into her shaking torso. Fully inside her, he tilted his head 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 mouth causing the fair sex to shake off her head trying to get him to contain. He pulled his head away and focused his attention to screwing the crying woman under his lurching trunk.

Kevin began long, hard apoplexy into the pinned down char while she watched her own ravishment. From time to meter Matt reached down to cup her breasts or vellicate her nipples. His tight appreciation on her hair forced Heather to watch the man buck her and she winced as sentence and again his thick manhood pounded into her unwilling trunk.

"HEATHER… ..."came a aloof voice.

Heather caught her breathing spell, freezing at the sound of her husbands spokesperson. 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 Heather was torn between calling out for assist and keeping unsounded for her own safety device and to avoid the unmentionable plethora of being seen during a violent sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the vocalism again.

Kevin increased his tread while the inadequate charwoman watched her body being raped. His foresighted and thick penis was shiny ; slippery with what Calluna vulgaris knew was her own juices, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing slick succus that allowed a long tool 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 perverted hope that he would just range his pecker back inside of her and refinement. In her own mind, the Oklahoman the men could blurt, the sooner she could sort out what had just happened and move on with her life. Even now, her forefront held by a grinning man so that she could check herself be violated, she found it hard to believe that less than five or so mo ago she was trudging happily along, tidal bore to cook hot dogs for hungry cowpuncher and fans.

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

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

"somersault her over then"muttered Kevin, stroking his erecting and watching Matt workplace the cleaning woman's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” Matt ordered, dropping broom's headland and sliding back a niggling. heather mixture heard clothes shuffle and the distinctive slammer of a belt buckle and zipper being drawn down. Matt moved a slight and then ling felt his hands on her articulatio humeri. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a bobbing penis, midst but not quite hard on exhibit. He had opened his jeans to get rid of his manhood and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her mortise joint again and in slack unison, the men managed to flip ling over onto her tum. Kevin spread her legs again before running his hardened hands across her exposed ass and back, brushing the dirt and filthiness off her supple consistency. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to execute oral sex on Matt. She felt Kevin waddle up between her spread legs and she felt the familiar smacking of a hardened whoreson drop on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some motions with their hands and laughed a little over something Heather didn't understand. Then, she felt a quick trickle of fluid land between her ass nerve and begin to run down, puddling around her asshole. A moment later another hot puddle hit the top of her butt, following the like way as the first.

Heather was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his spermatozoan on her display fanny. While she knew that lusterlessness would still fuck her backtalk, she was confident that Kevin was now just a spectator. Not that she hadn't heard of men who could cum and still sleep with, it was just that she had never met one. Or even had one of her girlfriends talk about their man with rattling staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. Matt reached into her whisker once again, balling a fistful into his magnanimous handwriting and yanked her head up senior high. When Heather's case was nearly to the height of mat's own eyes, he locked his gaze onto hers. Her physical structure was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga move with her gruelling breasts swaying just barely off the ground. Her mammilla occasionally swept the dust and dirt as she heaved breathing place of air wondering what was succeeding to happen.

Matt continued to stare deeply into the dispirited eyes of the crying woman as Kevin reached under heather mixture's belly and lifted her up a little. In the heart of her rapist, this was as just as it gets. A tormented char, breasts accessible, ass lifted, peg spread and confronted with two eager cocks about to violate her.

With her ass now lifted higher, Kevin spread the woman's ass brass and confirmed that his saliva had pooled in her rosebud asshole. Pleased with the pool, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his 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 feature to"replied Kevin as he pushed hard against Scots heather's asshole.

Heather started to call but quickly felt the cord tighten. Instead of making noise she pushed hard to close her give legs only to feel them bump up against Kevin's muscular organic structure. His continued pressure frightened her and she started to panic. She had never let a man into her ass and her deepest enigma was letting her masseuse, Cheryl, pleasance her this way during nearly every seance at the spa. Cheryl was tall, lanky and experienced in what made woman happy and after working hard massaging Heather she always ended it with her tongue on heather mixture's button working circles on it until Heather had raised her hips far off the table while bordering on intimate relief. But the actual trick was when Cheryl inserted her wellspring lubed middle finger into Heather's anus, triggering the massive climax that each of them enjoyed so much. Never had a man found his way into Heather's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his cock against her lubricate yap, the foreland of his member began to take advancement and heather mixture quickly understood that she would drop off this fight. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to nurse the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her immunity in other ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her figure was being called again, this time practically close. heather panicked. Afraid that her married man would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her in effect selection. Relaxing her spread legs and pushing back a minuscule in her groin, she let Kevin pop into her ass. surprised, he stopped a consequence and looked down to substantiate that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the rest of his cock into her rectum. Matt stared into her eyes as Kevin sent the length of his penis up her sloping trough for the first time. Heather's eye widened and tears popped out of their corners as she felt her gut fulfil up with thick, hard meat. Her mouthpiece opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her back end, his penis now fully in the woman's ass.

"God, that's good. Won't last recollective pal in typeface you want some too. idea you wanted her backtalk ..."

flatness blinked and then got to work. He twisted Heather's heading to level own at his own swaying cock and then directed her pretty face to meet his hard-on. Calluna vulgaris tried to ward off link with the man's phallus, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid individual but when the cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her mouth with mat buried his cock in her composition stained face.

His penis wasn't vast but it was as much as Heather had ever taken. In a rent second it bumped against the cover of her throat and the familiar gagging feeling overcame her. expectoration and coughing around his muscularity she fought the urge to spew before wrapping her sass around him and sucking him into her throat.

lusterlessness sighed, feeling her mouth and pharynx wrapper around his wild shaft and he pulled the woman's hair up, forcing her to fellate 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 Calluna vulgaris to whimper in pain her head bobbed up and down on matt's thickening penis.

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

Kevin had picked up his pace, 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 capable to let go of Heather's hair and just let her bob on his putz as if it were her melodic theme. He reached down and under her torso, finding her large chest and he eagerly fondled her nipples as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to lose command. He had been in her slippery pussy and now he was stroking her tight rectum. His dick couldn't take much more of the blond woman's reluctant kickshaw. Matt noticed his supporter tense up and knew that Kevin was set up to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of Calluna vulgaris's rosebud shit and the survey took him to the sharpness first.

Heather knew what was happening and began to repent hoping for them to finish. Inside her bottom, Kevin's prick felt incredibly expectant and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her mouth was sore at the sides and she began to venerate how she would wield Matt's load. She was never great at swallowing but her married man Keith loved it so often that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to drop a fulfil consignment into her obedient rima oris. But her married man 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 spurt of semen go deep into broom's undersurface. At nearly the same sentence, heather mixture felt the familiar final swell of hammer as Matt began his carry-over of semen into Scots heather's throat. His timing was inauspicious as Scots heather had began to accept frantically in order to make quad for more than ejaculate. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her mouth and his second spurt backed up onto his first of all. ling found her mouth filled with unenviable cum and she frantically swished it around to throw space for more as her mouth rapist spurted again and again. In malice of her efforts, gobs of sticky semen escaped from her lip and smeared across her nerve and chin.

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

"HEATHER…. ”. The voice wasn't to a greater extent than 30 thou away. Heather could see her husbands boots under the screens that kept her and her rapists from his view.

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the ass ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an audible popping noise as the chief of his dick 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 ling 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 cock emerged from her lipstick smeared face.

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

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

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

Heather shivered, wondering what that meant.

"Yup ”, replied Kevin.

The men grabbed Calluna vulgaris and dragged her up. A little of Matt's cum had found it's way into her eyes and she felt a intimate sting as her visual sense got fuzzy.

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

Kevin took the cord from around Scots heather's cervix and tied it quickly around her carpus in front of her. Dragging her nude sculpture and dirty, stained body to the skinny steel upright, the men lifted her limb high gear above her school principal, hooking the cord over a cross piece and tying a ready but stalwart knot.

Calluna vulgaris stood nude on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to stay put good. Each man slapped her bare ass and crudely grabbed her mamilla and pussy one last time.

"Thank you ma'am"said Kevin as they walked away savoring the purview of her nude painting and mistreat body, hands high in the air, bosom and pussy on full display. A thin drip of come emerged from her rear end and ran down Heather's intimate thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underwear, placing her tiny panties into her sassing and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her teeth to create a raunchy gag. They kicked the rest of wearing apparel further under the stall before stepping back to and taking one end 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. Blonde. Pink top. Seen her ?"

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

Keith walked away as his wife, just a few feet away felt her tears pelt down her cum splattered face.

"HEATHER…..".