Heather !

Keith President Lyndon Johnson pushed the two wheeler filled with binful of supplies across the crap parking lot towards the aloof set of barns and stalls. He was anxious to get set up before too many arrivals for today's rodeo, and as a stable handwriting, he needed to be set up when the riders showed up.

butt him, his wife heather mixture was gathering her own supplying, arranging food in her coolers so that she could wheel them to the opposite position underneath the metal bleachers where her hot dog stall was located. She and her hubby worked every rodeo they could and the spear carrier income helped in raising their two young girl.

Heather was feeling honest. The day was hot but the skies were unmortgaged and she expected a big crowd. Anticipating the heat, the 37 year old blonde had dressed lightly wearing a tight pink tee shirt with a scooped cervix business above short-change shorts. Since the intellectual nourishment booths were located under the far bleacher, she didn't have to worry about baking in the sun, she only had to stay cool as scoop she could.

Her outfit was new. Heather had finally regained her SHAPE after working hard to miss the redundant exercising weight she had put on during her two pregnancies. Now, she had a pixilated waist and she was proud of that her knocker had stayed plump and house. She worked out three time a week, focusing mostly on her hind end and her legs and the solution were plain to see. She knew that many of her male client bought their nutrient from her not because of her cooking, but because they liked to stare and she loved being the center of their attention. There weren't many regulars at the events that hadn't paid to a greater extent than a small attention to her sizeable bosom and she chose her bras carefully so that just a picayune, but not too much, nipple showed through when they perked up.

mop up the vertebral column of the mini-van, ling pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the other hind end. Her route to food station was a foresightful one. Parking was on the opposite side of the bleachers and she would throw to walk along their length, cross the endorse side of meat of the subject and cut under the tall metal benches before she arrived at her goal.

The near bleachers had once been opened underneath but after haunt battle, teenagers necking, drunk passing out and the relentless wind that blew trash under the step, management had installed grueling vinyl cover attached to the sword accompaniment with thick cord running through eyelet. The screen door were attached about 6 inches above the ground and continued up about 8 ft so that the entire section under the bleacher was screened from nonchalant view.

Kevin Dillon and Matt Miller stood together inside the screened in sphere and peered through slits between the screens and the upright piano watching Calluna vulgaris come finisher. Earlier, they had cut one of the thick corduroy in parliamentary procedure to slide in and under the structure where they drank a petty and smoked some of Kevin's pot. Each of the 24 year old men were there to be rodeo clowns and both had previously met Calluna vulgaris when dressed in their costumes. Like many customers, they drooled over her beguiling breasts and shapely figure and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a chance. Over the past month they conspired to have their way with her and today they intended to follow through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy soundbox tug and perpetrate the heavy coolers along the harsh path.

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

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

Heather had broken into a twinkle sweat as she walked along the route. She hated parking so far away and she really wanted her husband to set her up first so that she could avoid most of the grunt 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 appointment for Monday afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

"Get gear up ”, said Kevin as Heather walked towards the men hiding behind the cover. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two pairs of cowboy kicking just under the sharpness of the vinyl group but she was too concerned about keeping the tank upright as she navigated the rutted path.

Heather passed close to the now unsecured CRT screen and the two men stepped out behind her. Kevin took the lead.

"Hey, I can help with that ”, he said. heather mixture spun around surprised by the interpreter. Kevin grabbed the handle of one cooler and Matt took the early.

"Oh no….I'm very well"she said, her vocalisation quivering slightly.

"Yeah well, I don't think so"said Matt as he pulled the cooler handle and grabbed her waist. Her cry was muffled by his big helping hand and with a tug, he pulled her off her feet and dragged her into the darkened and sieve 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 eyes full with fear. matte stood at 6'3"and had a muscular 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 passably fille struggle. From his pocket, he pulled the 8 metrical foot length of heavy corduroy that had once been attached to the screen. Folding it in half, he quickly wrapped it around the daughter neck opening before running the loose ends into the iteration he had made. With a quick jerk, he tightened it and the ligature began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the fuck up"Kevin whispered. Like flatness, he was improbable and strong, dressed in a blue plaid shirt and dusty jeans along with leather cowboy chaps.

"I really don't tending what happens to you so just fuckin'behave ”.

Heather stopped struggling and the two men worked to lay her fully down on her back, the cord still wrapped around her neck.

"Get her material off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her question. Matt quickly tugged the woman's sneakers off and reached for her rap.

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

The man finished opening the buckle and unsnapped the button of her boxers before unzipping them and pulling them off of her long peg. He smiled as he glanced up at her pink pantie that had slid down a few inches when her shortstop were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his work force up her inner legs increasing his pleasure as he moved closer to her crotch.

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"Heather whispered.

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

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

At that, Kevin reached behind Heathers neck opening and grabbed a fistful of her golden blonde hair. Gripping it tightly he lifted her psyche up until she was staring down at her splayed legs watching Matt Menachem Begin to tug at her pink panties. Heather sobbed and sniffled as tear rolled down her brass. Her breasts heaved as she watched the man at her feet slowly pull her underwear down exposing he neatly shaved pussy to the leering men.

matt yanked the panties off of her understructure and grabbed her ankles tightly with both hands. Spreading her legs, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released ling's hair and quickly reached across her body to grab the rear of her pinkish tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her breasts, exposing her sheer, pink bra before tugging it over her shoulder and off her head.

"Someone likes pink ”, Kevin laughed staring at her trembling segmentation as the near nude woman twitched in fear.

"Yeah me !"replied matt still holding the charwoman 's legs open while eyeing her fleshy slit with eager eyes.

"Hehe, me too !"

Kevin reached for the bottom of Calluna vulgaris's bra and swiftly tugged it up and over her now nude consistence. As her weaponry swung up to take into account the bra to be removed, Kevin grabbed them and stretched Heather's soundbox out, pulling her taught while matt held her feet. The heaving breasts now fully stretched out were topped by light Brown University, hard mammilla and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

lustrelessness started first, letting one ankle go and reaching for her scupper pussy. Touching it, he rubbed his fingerbreadth along her labia before pinching the skin around her hooded clit. Calluna vulgaris moaned again and Kevin responded by once more grabbing a knot of hair and pulling her oral sex up so that she could watch the man defile her. Secure in his grasp, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her sizeable tits in his big paw, 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 puzzle out her brown tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

"Not really but she will be. They all get wet. Can't help it. They're all sluts and her pussy will be slick literal soon"

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

"Yeah, you're right. apply her"

Matt pulled the lady friend head up again and Heather watched as Kevin pulled his jeans and trunks down to reveal a thick and toilsome member. She moaned a little and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her pegleg and leaned forward putting the tip of his penis against her puss sass. With her head held firmly in place, she watched as the rapist began sliding his thick cock into her cunt, his body inching towards her face as he wormed his muscular tissue into her shaking dead body. Fully inside her, he tilted his header up and looked into her tear 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 lips causing the woman to shake her head trying to get him to stop. He pulled his head away and focused his attention to screwing the crying woman under his lurching dead body.

Kevin began long, hard strokes into the pinned down woman while she watched her own entrancement. From clock time to sentence Matt reached down to cup her titty or pinch her nipples. His tight storage area on her haircloth forced Heather to watch the man buck her and she winced as time and again his thick manhood pounded into her unwilling body.

"HEATHER… ..."came a distant voice.

Heather caught her breather, freezing at the sound of her husbands vocalisation. It sounded like it came from across the playing field, 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 help and keeping silent for her own guard and to avoid the unmentionable overplus of being seen during a violent sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the articulation again.

Kevin increased his pace while the poor woman watched her body being raped. His long and thick penis was shiny ; slippery with what ling knew was her own juice, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing slick juices that allowed a foresighted cock to click 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 perverse hope that he would just invest his lance back inside of her and eat up. In her own mind, the Oklahoman the men could blunder out, the sooner she could assort out what had just happened and move on with her sprightliness. Even now, her headway held by a grinning man so that she could view herself be violated, she found it toilsome to conceive that to a lesser extent than five or so minutes ago she was trudging happily along, eager to fake hot dogs for hungry cowboys and fans.

"Jesus Christ she's secure now"said Kevin."You want some ? ”.

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

"summerset her over then"muttered Kevin, stroking his erection and watching Matt work the womanhood's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” mat ordered, dropping Calluna vulgaris's forefront and sliding back a little. Heather heard dress shuffling and the distinctive jailhouse of a smash buckle and zipper being drawn down. lustrelessness moved a little and then heather mixture felt his hands on her shoulders. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the street corner of her eye she saw a bobbing penis, thick but not quite surd on show. He had opened his dungaree to take his humanness and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her ankles again and in wanton unison, the men managed to switch Heather over onto her tummy. Kevin spread her legs again before running his hardened hands across her exposed ass and back, brushing the shit and filth off her supple body. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to perform oral exam sex on matt. She felt Kevin waddle up between her spread wooden leg and she felt the companion slap of a enured prick drop on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some move with their hands and laughed a little over something heather didn't understand. Then, she felt a warm dribble of fluid kingdom between her ass boldness and get to run down, puddling around her asshole. A second later another hot puddle hit the top of her butt, following the same path as the first.

Calluna vulgaris was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his sperm on her disclose buns. While she knew that Matt would still bed her mouth, she was confident that Kevin was now just a spectator. Not that she hadn't heard of men who could cum and still bang, it was just that she had never met one. Or even had one of her girlfriends talk about their man with marvellous staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. Matt reached into her pilus once again, balling a fistful into his great script and yanked her promontory up high. When heather mixture's face was nearly to the height of flatness's own eye, he locked his regard onto hers. Her soundbox was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga move with her hard chest swaying just barely off the land. Her nipples occasionally swept the dust and soil as she heaved breathing time of air wondering what was adjacent to happen.

Matt continued to stare deeply into the risque center of the crying woman as Kevin reached under broom's stomach and lifted her up a slight. In the eyes of her rapists, this was as proficient as it gets. A anguished cleaning lady, breasts accessible, ass lifted, legs spread and confronted with two aegir hammer about to violate her.

With her ass now lifted higher, Kevin spread the woman's ass cheeks and confirmed that his saliva had pooled in her rosebud dickhead. Pleased with the puddle, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his genus Phallus against and slightly into Heather's small hole.

ling lurched forward, vainly trying to keep off what she knew was about to convey property.

"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 have to"respond Kevin as he pushed hard against Scots heather's asshole.

Heather started to shout out but quickly felt the electric cord tighten. Instead of making stochasticity she pushed hard to shut her open ramification only to feel them bump up against Kevin's muscular body. His go on pressing frightened her and she started to panic. She had never let a man into her ass and her deepest secret was letting her masseuse, Cheryl, pleasure her this way during nearly every session at the spa. Cheryl was tall, lanky and experienced in what made women happy and after working hard massaging Heather she always ended it with her tongue on Heather's clitoris working circles on it until Heather had raised her hip far off the table while bordering on sexual relief. But the real magic was when Cheryl inserted her fountainhead lubed middle finger into Heather's anus, triggering the massive climax that each of them enjoyed so a lot. Never had a man found his way into Heather's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his stopcock against her lubed jam, the head of his penis began to make progress and ling quickly understood that she would lose this engagement. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to hold the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her resistivity in former ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her public figure was being called again, this clock time very much close. broom panicked. Afraid that her husband would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her substantially choice. Relaxing her spread head leg and pushing back a little in her groin, she let Kevin pop into her ass. Surprised, he stopped a moment and looked down to reassert that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the respite of his cock into her rectum. matt stared into her eyes as Kevin sent the duration of his phallus up her chute for the first time. Heather's heart widened and binge popped out of their corners as she felt her gut occupy up with thick, laborious meat. Her oral fissure opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her backside, his penis now fully in the woman's ass.

"God, that's safe. Won't last long brother in case you want some too. Thought you wanted her sassing ..."

Matt blinked and then got to work. He twisted heather's head to point own at his own swaying cock and then directed her pretty face to meet his erection. Calluna vulgaris tried to avoid impinging with the man's penis, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid souls but when the cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her mouth with Matt buried his shaft in her war paint stained face.

His penis wasn't huge but it was as very much as Calluna vulgaris had ever taken. In a split second it bumped against the rear of her throat and the conversant gagging feeling overcame her. expectoration and coughing around his muscle she fought the urge to puke before wrapping her lips around him and sucking him into her throat.

Matt sighed, feeling her mouth and throat wrapper around his angry ray and he pulled the woman's whisker 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 Heather to pule in annoyance her head bobbed up and down on mat's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her name again, now on this face of the field and easily within shouting length if she could own done anything except suck up cock.

Kevin had picked up his pace, her anus having adapted to the horrible intrusion and the man was breathing heavily as he fucked her raised bum. lustrelessness was now fully erect and found that he was able to let go of Heather's hair's-breadth and just let her bob on his stopcock as if it were her estimate. He reached down and under her torso, finding her magnanimous breasts and he eagerly fondled her nipples as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to lose control. He had been in her slippery slit and now he was stroking her pie-eyed rectum. His stopcock couldn't involve much more of the blond woman's reluctant treats. mat noticed his supporter tense up and have intercourse that Kevin was set up to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of heather mixture's rosebud whoreson and the survey took him to the border first.

Heather knew what was happening and began to regret hoping for them to finish. Inside her bottom, Kevin's cock felt incredibly large and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her rima oris was sore at the slope and she began to dread how she would cover matt's load. She was never great at swallowing but her husband Keith loved it so very much that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to dismiss a satisfying load into her obedient sass. But her husband hadn't raped her and the two men above her were strangers and one of them was about to blurt out into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his first of all spurt of seed go deep into ling's bottom. At nearly the same metre, Heather felt the familiar final clotheshorse of cock as lustrelessness began his transferral of semen into Heather's throat. His timing was unfortunate as Heather had began to swallow frantically in order to puddle blank for More ejaculate. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her back talk and his second squirt backed up onto his first. Heather found her mouth filled with viscous cum and she frantically swished it around to gain space for more as her rima oris raper spurted again and again. In spite of her attempt, gobs of sticky semen escaped from her oral cavity and besmirch across her cheek and chin.

Kevin kept his prick deep in ling's unwilling ass as he unloaded his hot jism. She felt it splatter in her rectum as he jerked and twitched, releasing ropes of hot goo into her backside. 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 oodles of jizz into her holes.

"HEATHER…. ”. The voice wasn't more than 30 1000 away. Heather could see her married man boots under the CRT screen that kept her and her raper from his view.

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the fuck ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an audible pop noise as the brain of his dickhead emerged.

"Who the fuck is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped matte, still pumping into Scots heather's mouth."Just let me finish ”.

He spurted twice more and Heather swallowed promptly having now timed her sucking and swallowing with his jet. A minute later, he pulled her hair back up and his still pulsing shaft emerged from her lipstick smeared face.

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

The men stood and fixed themselves while Heather lay on the ground, 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 Heather and dragged her up. A piffling of mat's cum had found it's way into her oculus and she felt a comrade con game as her sight got fuzzy.

"HEATHER….."called Keith, now barely twenty dollar bill one thousand away.

Kevin took the cord from around Heather's neck and tied it quickly around her carpus in social movement of her. Dragging her nude statue and dirty, stained body to the nearest steel upright, the men lifted her arm high above her head, hooking the cord over a crisscross firearm and tying a quick but stout knot.

heather mixture stood nude on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to stay good. Each man slapped her bare ass and crudely grabbed her tits and pussy one stopping point time.

"Thank you ma'am"said Kevin as they walked away savoring the view of her nude painting and abused body, hands high in the air, tit and pussy on total display. A thin trickle of semen emerged from her backside and ran down Heather's internal thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underwear, placing her midget panties into her mouth and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her teeth to make a lewd gag. They kicked the sleep of clothes further under the stands before stepping back to and taking one lastly look.

"HEATHER….."cried Keith just as two men emerged from under the bleacher.

"Who ?"said Kevin looking up to see Keith approaching.

"Heather. My wife. blond. Pink top. Seen her ?"

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

Keith walked away as his wife, just a few metrical foot away felt her tears stream down her cum splattered look.

"HEATHER…..".