Once Bill and I had climbed over the fence, things happened fast. The straps holding the gem on the bedding material were removed and she was carried into the expectant of the two cabins. It smelled musty and woodsy with autumn farewell. Along the back wall was a dirty mattress on a box saltation with mail attached to the box and top railing for restraining a dupe. They laid the muffin on her back and started to absent her clothing. Bill fired up a propane heater in the corner to hold us all warm during the debauch to come.

Harold unzipped her cartroad top and pulled her blazonry out of the arm. All clothing was folded neatly on a little wooden side of meat table. Then he pulled her T-shirt over her point and removed it. Her white bra didn't quite conceal her full phase of the moon breasts. She looked eighteen or nineteen, compact car and well built, not skinny 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."

vizor shot me a quick look."You wouldn't have much of a choice, would you ?"he said with a sneer."But it won't derive to that. You see we've been doing this for old age now. Harold there is a medical checkup Doctor of the Church, and he's arrive up with a retentiveness drug. When administered, it causes blackout, blanks out the last workweek or so in the patient's memory, erases it totally. Works somehow on the portion of the mind responsible 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 coldness, and when she wakes up, she won't retrieve anything about us."

Slim—Alastair—had a tight smile."It's worked like a magical spell. They don't know anything about us or what we did to them. Just go back to their lives with sore cunt, and when they get pregnant, they can't even tell their parents who fucked them."He laughed.

card now pulled down the muffin's track gasp, exposing her white scanty. I could clearly see the outline of her puss in the cotton fabric. throwaway caught me staring hungrily at her genital organ."Go ahead,"he chuckled."You're going first anyway. Do what you want to her."

I had for a long time lusted after these bits of teenaged frippery that walked past my door every day on their way plate from school, giggling and wiggling their butts and pressing their Book against their big pap. Watching all that porn had helped my sexual imagination to run wild. Now my fantasies were becoming real.

I rubbed her private parts with my finger, feeling the puffy sass of her snatch. Then I grabbed her waistband and pulled the scanty slowly down her peg, revealing the brown muff of her pubic pilus and the coral backtalk of her sex cunt. I moved my finger's breadth up and down her prick, feeling them sink between them into warm up wetness, bumping against her clitoric toughie, and dipping down into her vaginal entering.

As I held my digit to my nose, smelling her sex juice, Federal Reserve note asked,"How do you want to do her ? Missionary ? Doggy elan ?"

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,"missionary elan, on her back. Hands over her brain. legs spread."

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

A dyad of manacle dangled on a chain from the military post at the school principal of the bed. She was firm so the two men had to work to force her radiocarpal joint into cuffs as she struggled and turn and tried to roll over. As the cuff clicked shut, she started to scream."supporter ! helper ! Anyone out there ! Help me ! Oowwww !"

Alastair and Harold slapped her tit and jammed a bandana into her mouth to lull her. Each seized an ankle and buckled leather cuffs on them. These they attached to station projecting from opposite sides of the bed. Her creamy teenaged second joint spread wide and displayed her naked cunt and asshole."check ! Stop !"she tried to scream through the cloth gagging her sassing."I'll holler the cops ! You dirty men ! You'll be no-count. Aaaarrrggghh !"

government note 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 brain."I guess she won't be sucking us off just yet,"he said with a macabre smile.

Harold dug into a backpack flung in a corner and produced a handful of gentle diamond anovulant."Fortification for the fight to come, lads,"he grinned, handing them around. A can of beer from the same pack washed them down."It's getting warm in here. Time to bring together our muffin in the buff."

It was indeed getting warm as the slight propane smoke in the cabin went into overuse. I realized I was about to display my nudity to three other men I had only just met and under stressful circumstances. But the bound display of the endearing gem's titty and pussy mound between her wide feast legs was enough to ignite the fires of lust, and I began to remove my shirt and trousers.

The others did the like in quiet. Two crude chairperson fashioned from the trees of the forest served as our dressing tabular array. Shirts were carefully folded and placed on the prat ; trousers were carefully draped over the chairperson backs ; shoes and sock were carefully lined up under the chairs. All that was left was our underwear.

"Get the camera, Alastair,"said neb, motioning to another large rucksack near the threshold. It was net Alastair was the photographer in the 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 account, who nodded at me."light source, photographic camera, military action, Phillip,"he said, motioning meaningfully at the muffin naked on the bed.

"OK,"I thought."They want a display. Just act naturally."My rude inclination was to taste her slit before I fucked her, so I crawled onto the bed between her legs and separated her labia with my digit to get a good look at her cunt and arouse myself. As I bent to lick up and down and around her clit, I was aware out of the street corner of my eye of Alastair's camera zooming in on my oral ministrations. The gem lifted her head briefly to gaze down her belly at the top of my head fringed with grey whisker 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 palpate the pills kicking in as my aroused penis stiffened and streak of sexual electric energy exploding in my stomach and through my testis and cock. I stood up slowly, noting that the former men were still in their underclothing, watching me carefully, waiting for the revelation. Would I follow 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 stopcock stood up proudly to attention, its coral header flaring. It wasn't as upright as in my youth, but still quite adequate to and still quite large. As I turned to face the camera, my phallus bobbed a greeting to my new admirer."well, well,"said flyer, grinning."You look ready to live up to a fantasy. We want to see you do her, and don't be shy."

I mounted the bed and mounted the girl. Her blue optic were open wide and pleading, and she moaned supplication behind her ball gag, asking me not to jazz her. It suddenly occurred to me that she might be a Virgo the Virgin. I probed experimentally with my cock head between her pussy lips and there encountered a barrier.

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

"Obviously,"said Harold dryly.

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

I gave a pelvic get-up-and-go, 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 serial of forgetful thrusts, sawing my phallus back and Forth in the fond entrance to her slit, now slippery with her pussy juice between Whitney Moore Young Jr. labia. With each button inside, I felt my pecker promontory be active a little farther as it banged up against her Virgo barrier.

Gradually I could feel her maidenhead giving way with each thrust. I pulled back again and saw my cock forefront streaked with blood. Almost there. With a powerful passado of my pelvic girdle, I drove my cock hard into her cunt 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 smile was broad."Alright then."Harold was beginning to catch one's breath hard, staring at the conjugation of my hammer in the muffin's pussy. His right hand slipped into his boxershorts and he began to massage his own penis.

Her hair was tossed across the begrime old pillow as she shook her forefront back and Forth River, squealing behind the nut gag, her eyes wide-cut and staring imprecations at me. Her cheek were flushed and wet with binge. Her chin with its darling little pregnant chad trembled with emotion. Her chest was flushed down to her full breasts, their round areolas dark against the smasher of her hide and their teat 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 clip, not believing my good fortune, an impossible fancy fulfilled here in offstage Pass.

"Up, up,"came the direction from Alastair behind the television photographic camera with a wafture of his hand."Let's see."I knew what he wanted, being a porn addict, so I raised myself up on my genu to peril my-cock-in-her-cunt activity to their opinion. I thrust in and out slowly so his photographic camera could show raft of the cock-stiffening motions of the sex act : long, slow movement of her fat hairy cunt mouth sucking around my cock ray of light streaked with the Stanford 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 enceinte, thick penis to erection while staring at my prick fucking the muffin's hairy young cunt.

"Put your right leg up over hers,"came Alastair's direction. He was breathing hard too, his upright cock now making a tent of his underclothing, but he kept his eye glued to the tv camera viewfinder. A real pro. He knew how to make porn video. Awkwardly I managed to get my right foot up over her left field second joint and plant it on the bed without pulling my cock out of her slit. 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 stern and hers, he saw her anguished face, her jiggling breasts, the bout curves of her belly and pussy mound, the spread lips of her twat, my putz jab in and out between them, her erect clitoris above the fucking, my arsehole and testicles, and her asshole below. It was dirty, it was salacious, it was complete nudity, it was tote up photograph of individual office in the most familiar act, it was a savage forbid fuck of a teen, it was magic.

I had never felt so alive, so excited, so totally sexual. And I had an interview 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 really loved fucking as much as I did, kindred depraved spirits. He and bank bill were now rubbing their cock heading around and around the muffin's nipples, still staring hard at my cock fucking into her cunt with hanker, firm cam stroke."You OK ?"Bill asked me with a grin.

"Sure,"I replied,"but I'm getting close."They knew what I meant. My putz was getting hot and unshakable, ready to explode into her snatch. Alastair moved to the side of the bed for a broad shot of the screw. Bill and Harold retreated beside him. I covered the muffin and kissed her boldness 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 take a hop punishing as I fucked her slit, my pelvis now a blur in the bowl of her outstretched thigh. Alastair moved behind us for a low level guessing of cock in bitch, the pussy lips now foaming with her aroused lubrications.

I was now in a geographical zone of tote up lustfulness. The populace contracted to my body attacking hers. My member was hot and throbbing, sending galvanizing stupor throughout my unscathed physical structure. I was also aware of my audience, these three naked men now silent as the last second of this roll in the hay roared to a orgasm. My cock 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 cock stiffened in her cunt and began to spurt cum into her vaginal profundity. I thrust and thrust and thrust until the last drop of come had left my cock and I began a slow relaxation and hideaway from arousal.

It occurred to me later that we had not discussed ejaculation. If we came in her twat, a forensic examination of the muffin would afford our DNA and make us traceable by the police force. And I had just come in her pussy. 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 soothing cream that would take the soreness out of her cunt and former parts of her soundbox we abused, and even if she suspected nasty dramatic play in her intimate region, our come would be absorbed into her torso by the time she convinced a Doctor of the Church or forensic examiner to look into the cognitive content of her vagina.

They would, of course, confirm that she had been fucked and was no foresightful a virgin, but they would take no evidence linking us to the offence. He and the other two, he assured me, had been fucking local teens for two years now, and no trace of their natural process here in backstage Pass had yet been found.

It appears I had been very lucky to own been made a part of this grand band of sexual reprobates. They knew what they wanted and knew how to get it. With my libido on gamy alert and my deficiency of morality, I fit in with the group perfectly .