Once broadside and I had climbed over the fence, things happened fast. The straps holding the gem on the litter were removed and she was carried into the larger of the two cabins. It smelled musty and woodsy with autumn leave of absence. Along the back paries was a dirty mattress on a box fountain with stake attached to the box and top rail for restraining a victim. They laid the muffin on her cover and started to remove her vesture. Bill fired up a propane heater in the corner to keep us all warm during the bacchanalia to come.

Harold unzipped her caterpillar track top and pulled her arms out of the sleeve. All clothing was folded neatly on a little wooden position table. Then he pulled her jersey over her head and removed it. Her white bra didn't quite hold in her full tit. She looked eighteen or XIX, compress and well built, not tight fitting or obese, 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."

Federal Reserve note shot me a quick 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 year now. Harold there is a medical exam MD, and he's fall up with a memory drug. When administered, it causes blackout, blanks out the end week or so in the affected role's retentiveness, erases it totally. Works somehow on the part of the mastermind responsible for short-run memory. So we just take the muffin to some position 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 grin."It's worked like a charm. 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 meaning, they can't even separate their parents who fucked them."He laughed.

Bill now pulled down the muffin's data track pants, exposing her livid step-in. I could clearly see the outline of her pussy in the cotton wool fabric. government note caught me staring hungrily at her crotch."Go ahead,"he chuckled."You're going low anyway. Do what you want to her."

I had for a long sentence lusted after these act of teen fluff that walked past my door every day on their way home from school, giggling and wiggling their seat and pressing their Koran against their big tits. Watching all that porno had helped my intimate imagination to run gaga. Now my fantasies were becoming real.

I rubbed her crotch with my fingers, feeling the puffy lips of her pussy. Then I grabbed her waistband and pulled the panties slowly down her legs, revealing the brown muff of her pubic haircloth and the red coral brim of her sex slit. I moved my fingers up and down her slit, feeling them sink between them into affectionate wetness, bumping against her clitoral hood, and dipping down into her vaginal entryway.

As I held my fingerbreadth to my intrude, smelling her sex succus, placard asked,"How do you want to do her ? Missionary ? Doggy trend ?"

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. card looked at me again."How ?"he asked.

"Tied,"I said,"missional style, on her back. Hands over her head. Legs spread."

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

A pair of handcuff dangled on a chain from the mail at the header of the bed. She was strong so the two men had to work to force her wrists into cuffs as she struggled and twisted and tried to rove over. As the turnup 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 fissure to quiet her. Each seized an ankle joint and buckled leather handcuff on them. These they attached to posts projecting from opposite side of meat of the bed. Her creamy teenaged thigh spread broad and displayed her naked bitch and whoreson."Stop ! Stop !"she tried to scream through the cloth gagging her mouth."I'll holler the cop ! You dirty men ! You'll be drear. Aaaarrrggghh !"

Bill pinched her teat 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 sassing on top of the bandanna, and strapped it around her head."I guess she won't be sucking us off just yet,"he said with a gruesome smile.

Harold dug into a knapsack flung in a box and produced a fistful of blue rhomb pills."munition for the combat to come, feller,"he grinned, handing them around. A can of beer from the Saame gang washed them down."It's getting warm in here. Time to link our muffin in the buff."

It was indeed getting warm as the fiddling 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 stressful fortune. But the limit exhibit of the adorable gem's breasts and pussy pile between her wide feast leg was enough to inflame the fires of lust, and I began to remove my shirt and trousers.

The others did the same in silence. Two crude chairperson fashioned from the trees of the forest served as our dressing table. Shirts were carefully folded and placed on the seats ; pant were carefully draped over the chairwoman backs ; shoes and drogue were carefully lined up under the chair. All that was left was our underwear.

"Get the camera, Alastair,"said Bill, motioning to another large rucksack near the doorway. It was clear Alastair was the lensman in the group, and he proved it by pulling out and setting up a professional kit of lightness, tripods, and cameras covering every Angle of the bed.

"All set,"he nodded at Bill, who nodded at me."luminosity, camera, natural action, Phillip,"he said, motioning meaningfully at the muffin naked on the bed.

"OK,"I thought."They want a show. Just act naturally."My natural inclination was to smack her twat before I fucked her, so I crawled onto the bed between her leg and separated her labia with my fingers to get a right look at her snatch and arouse myself. As I bent to lick up and down and around her clit, I was aware out of the corner of my eye of Alastair's camera zooming in on my viva voce succor. The muffin lifted her drumhead briefly to stare down her belly at the top of my head fringed with grey hair as my mouth sucked in her clitoris and sent lightning flashes through her loins.

Before long, I was breathing heavily and so was she. My lust was up, and I could sense the contraceptive pill kicking in as my emotional penis stiffened and streak of sexual electric energy exploding in my abdomen and through my testicles and pecker. I stood up slowly, noting that the other men were still in their underwear, watching me carefully, waiting for the disclosure. Would I keep an eye on my fantasy or wilt with the strain and guilty conscience of it ?

I lowered my underwear and stepped out of them, tossing the garment on a chair. My cock stood up proudly to attention, its red coral head flaring. It wasn't as upright as in my youth, but still quite up to and still quite large. As I turned to present the photographic camera, my member bobbed a greeting to my new acquaintance."wellspring, well,"said placard, grinning."You look set up to fulfill a fantasy. We want to see you do her, and don't be shy."

I mounted the bed and mounted the little girl. Her blue eyes were open wide and pleading, and she moaned invocation 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 head teacher between her pussy lip and there encountered a barrier.

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

"Obviously,"said Harold dryly.

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

I gave a pelvic push, and the broad shelf 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 song chords muffled by the gag. I began a series of short thrusts, sawing my penis back and forth in the warm entrance to her cunt, now slippery with her pussy juice between young labia. With each get-up-and-go inside, I felt my cock chief displace a little farther as it banged up against her virgin barrier.

Gradually I could palpate her virginal membrane giving way with each poking. I pulled back again and saw my rooster header streaked with blood. Almost there. With a muscular lunge of my hips, I drove my cock hard into her twat and broke past the membrane. She yelled loud and then sobbed and cried as I backed out a bit and drive my penis forward again, mad with lust, feeling my penis gliding up deep into her vagina.

visor's smile was broad."Alright then."Harold was beginning to breathe concentrated, staring at the conjunction of my cock in the muffin's cunt. His redress deal slipped into his shortstop and he began to rub down his own penis.

Her hair was tossed across the bemire old pillow as she shook her head back and Forth, squealing behind the ball gag, her optic wide and pure 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 tit, their round of drinks areolas dark against the peach of her cutis and their nipples now pebbled and pointing straight up. She was beautiful and she was mine. She grunted and her boob shook as I rammed my penis into her vagina several times, not believing my good fortune, an unimaginable fancy fulfilled here in Backstage Pass.

"Up, up,"came the instruction from Alastair behind the video camera with a wave of his deal."Let's see."I knew what he wanted, being a pornography nut, so I raised myself up on my knees to expose my-cock-in-her-cunt action to their perspective. I thrust in and out slowly so his camera could register lots of the cock-stiffening motions of the sex act : long, dense motions of her fat hairy cunt lips sucking around my putz shaft streaked with the Elwyn Brooks White of her vaginal lubrication and the red of her virtuous bloodline.

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

"Put your right field leg up over hers,"came Alastair's direction. He was breathing hard too, his erect prick now making a tent of his underclothing, but he kept his eye glued to the television camera viewfinder. A material pro. He knew how to make up porn videos. Awkwardly I managed to get my powerful metrical unit up over her entrust thigh and plant it on the bed without pulling my cock out of her cunt. 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 window that opened between my buttocks and hers, he saw her anguished expression, her jiggling breasts, the round curves of her paunch and pussy mound, the dispersed lips of her cunt, my turncock thrusting in and out between them, her erect button above the fucking, my arsehole and testicles, and her bunghole below. It was dirty, it was lustful, it was everlasting nakedness, it was total exposure of individual parts in the most informal act, it was a cruel forbidden fuck of a teen, it was magic.

I had never felt so alive, so aroused, so totally intimate. And I had an consultation who appreciated what I was doing to the girl.

Bill and Harold now flanked the gem. Harold had removed his underpants. His buddy-buddy penis stuck up proudly under his paunch. I realized that these guys really loved fucking as much as I did, kindred demoralise hard liquor. He and Bill were now rubbing their peter heads around and around the muffin's nipples, still staring hard at my prick fucking into her cunt with tenacious, firm strokes."You OK ?"invoice asked me with a grin.

"Sure,"I replied,"but I'm getting close."They knew what I meant. My stopcock was getting hot and stiff, make to set off into her cunt. Alastair moved to the position of the bed for a encompassing barb of the fucking. Bill and Harold retreated beside him. I covered the gem and kissed her impertinence as I thrust my cock faster and faster into her cunt. I raised myself up on one handwriting and fondled her left tit while the other bound hard as I fucked her cunt, my hips now a blur in the sports stadium of her outstretched thigh. Alastair moved behind us for a low level barb of hammer in cunt, the pussy lips now foaming with her aroused lubrications.

I was now in a zone of sum lust. The world contracted to my body attacking hers. My penis was hot and throbbing, sending galvanic shock absorber throughout my whole body. I was also aware of my audience, these three naked men now silent as the finish moments of this fuck roared to a flood tide. My stopcock pounded strong and fast into the muffin's intimate orifice, the consecrated vagina awaiting the sacrament of spermatozoon.

"Ouuugh. Ouuuugghhff,"I grunted as my orgasm hit me. My rooster stiffened in her cunt and began to spurt seminal fluid into her vaginal depths. I thrust and thrust and thrust until the last drop of seminal fluid had left my cock and I began a easy relaxation and hideaway from arousal.

It occurred to me later that we had not discussed interjection. If we came in her pussy, a forensic examination of the gem would give our DNA and make us traceable by the law. 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 surmise what had happened to her. He had a soothing cream that would consume the soreness out of her snatch and former parts of her body we abused, and even if she suspected funky play in her intimate parts, our semen would be absorbed into her organic structure by the sentence she convinced a doctor or forensic examiner to investigate the contents of her vagina.

They would, of course, confirm that she had been fucked and was no longsighted a Virgin, but they would bear no evidence linking us to the crime. He and the other two, he assured me, had been fucking local teen for two year now, and no trace of their activeness here in Backstage Pass had yet been found.

It appears I had been very favorable to ingest been made a division of this wondrous dance orchestra of intimate miscreant. They knew what they wanted and knew how to get it. With my libido on high alert and my lack of morality, I fit in with the mathematical group perfectly .