Once Bill and I had climbed over the fencing, things happened fast. The shoulder strap holding the muffin on the litter were removed and she was carried into the enceinte of the two cabins. It smelled musty and woodsy with autumn leaves. Along the book binding wall was a contaminating mattress on a box spring with posts attached to the nook and top rail for restraining a victim. They laid the muffin on her back and started to hit her clothing. poster fired up a propane heater in the niche to observe us all warm during the debauch to come.

Harold unzipped her track top and pulled her arms out of the sleeve. All clothing was folded neatly on a little wooden side table. Then he pulled her T-shirt over her head teacher and removed it. Her Andrew Dickson White bra didn't quite hold back her broad breasts. She looked eighteen or xix, compact and well built, not scraggy 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."

bank note shot me a quick spirit."You wouldn't have much of a choice, would you ?"he said with a sneer."But it won't come to that. You see we've been doing this for years now. Harold there is a medical exam doctor, and he's get up with a memory drug. When administered, it causes amnesia, blanks out the last week or so in the patient's memory board, erases it totally. Works somehow on the part of the mind responsible for short-term computer memory. So we just take the muffin to some place near where we found her, administer the drug while she's out inhuman, and when she wakes up, she won't call back 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 lives with sore twat, and when they get pregnant, they can't even enjoin their parents who fucked them."He laughed.

note now pulled down the gem's data track pant, exposing her white panties. I could clearly see the scheme of her kitty in the cotton plant fabric. Bill caught me staring hungrily at her crotch."Go ahead,"he chuckled."You're going first anyway. Do what you want to her."

I had for a yearn time lusted after these bits of teenage fluff that walked past my door every day on their way rest home from school, giggling and wiggling their butts and pressing their books against their big tits. Watching all that porn had helped my sexual imagination to run barbarian. Now my fantasies were becoming real.

I rubbed her crotch with my fingers, feeling the tumescent sass of her cunt. Then I grabbed her waistband and pulled the panties slowly down her legs, revealing the brown muff of her pubic hair and the coral rim of her sex slit. I moved my digit up and down her slit, feeling them sink between them into warm wetness, bumping against her clitoral hood, and dipping down into her vaginal entrance.

As I held my fingers to my pry, smelling her sex juice, Bill asked,"How do you require to do her ? missioner ? bow-wow fashion ?"

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

"Tied,"I said,"missionary style, on her spine. Hands over her head. Legs spread."

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

A pair of handlock dangled on a chain from the post at the point of the bed. She was warm so the two men had to work to coerce her wrists into cuffs as she struggled and twisted and tried to roll over. As the turnup clicked shut, she started to yell."Help ! avail ! Anyone out there ! avail me ! Oowwww !"

Alastair and Harold slapped her tits and jammed a bandanna into her sass to quiet her. Each seized an ankle joint and buckled leather cuff on them. These they attached to Wiley Post projecting from opposite sides of the bed. Her creamy teen second joint spread wide and displayed her nude cunt and son of a bitch."Stop ! blockage !"she tried to holler through the cloth gagging her mouth."I'll call the cop ! You dirty men ! You'll be sorry. Aaaarrrggghh !"

eyeshade pinched her tit hard, but that didn't shut her up, so he produced a ball gag from a formative container under the bed, jammed it into her lip on top of the bandana, and strapped it around her head."I guess she won't be sucking us off just yet,"he said with a grim smile.

Harold dug into a haversack flung in a corner and produced a handful of blue diamond pills."Fortification for the fight to derive, gent,"he grinned, handing them around. A can of beer from the same ring washed them down."It's getting warm in here. Time to join our muffin in the buff."

It was indeed getting warm as the little 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 nerve-racking circumstance. But the bound video display of the lovely muffin's breasts and cunt cumulus between her wide banquet legs was enough to heat the fires of luxuria, and I began to off my shirt and trousers.

The others did the same in silence. Two rough chairs fashioned from the tree of the woods served as our dressing mesa. Shirts were carefully folded and placed on the fundament ; trouser were carefully draped over the president backs ; shoes and wind cone were carefully lined up under the chairs. All that was left was our underwear.

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

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

"OK,"I thought."They want a show. Just act naturally."My natural dip was to smack her snatch before I fucked her, so I crawled onto the bed between her legs and separated her labia with my fingers to get a good spirit at her bitch and arouse myself. As I bent to solve up and down and around her clit, I was aware out of the nook of my eye of Alastair's camera zooming in on my oral succour. The muffin lifted her head briefly to stare down her belly at the top of my school principal fringed with greyness hair as my backtalk 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 pills kicking in as my ruttish member stiffened and streaks of sexual electric energy exploding in my abdomen and through my testicles and peter. I stood up slowly, noting that the other men were still in their underclothes, watching me carefully, waiting for the revelation. Would I follow my phantasy or wilting with the stress and guilt 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 precious coral head flaring. It wasn't as unsloped as in my younker, but still quite capable and still quite large. As I turned to present the camera, my penis bobbed a salutation to my new friends."wellspring, well,"said card, grinning."You look quick 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 blueish eyes were overt wide and pleading, and she moaned supplications behind her chunk gag, asking me not to fuck her. It suddenly occurred to me that she might be a Virgo. I probed experimentally with my stopcock head between her cunt lips and there encountered a barrier.

I only needed to appear over at Harold and Bill."She's a Virgo the Virgin,"I said.

"Obviously,"said Harold dryly.

"So ?"said Bill."nooky 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 member now lodged in the entrance to the gem's vagina.

I gave a pelvic pushing, 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 vocal chords muffled by the gag. I began a series of unawares 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 push inside, I felt my rooster head act a little farther as it banged up against her Virgo barrier.

Gradually I could feel her hymen giving way with each driving force. I pulled back again and saw my cock head streaked with line of descent. Almost there. With a herculean lurch of my hip joint, I drove my cock hard into her cunt and broke past the tissue layer. She yelled loud and then sobbed and cried as I backed out a bit and beat back my member forward again, mad with lust, feeling my member gliding up deep into her vagina.

flyer's smile was extensive."Alright then."Harold was beginning to breathe difficult, staring at the conjunction of my putz in the muffin's cunt. His right wing hand slipped into his trunks and he began to massage his own penis.

Her hair was tossed across the soiled old pillow as she shook her head back and forth, squealing behind the Lucille Ball gag, her eyes wide and staring imprecation at me. Her face were flushed and wet with tears. Her chin with its darling picayune dimple trembled with emotion. Her pectus was flushed down to her full white meat, their round 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 titty shook as I rammed my penis into her vagina several times, not believing my good fortune, an impossible fancy fulfilled here in Backstage Pass.

"Up, up,"came the focal point from Alastair behind the television photographic camera with a undulation of his hand."Let's see."I knew what he wanted, being a smut addict, so I raised myself up on my knees to expose my-cock-in-her-cunt action to their view. I thrust in and out slowly so his camera could register lots of the cock-stiffening movement of the sex act : long, decelerate motions of her fat hairy cunt mouth sucking around my cock calamus streaked with the ovalbumin of her vaginal lubrication and the red of her pure blood.

Bill beside Harold was now also breathing hard. He jerked down his underpants and pulled them off and began openly stroking his very turgid, thick penis to erection while staring at my cock fucking the muffin's hairy Cy Young cunt.

"Put your right wing leg up over hers,"came Alastair's direction. He was breathing hard too, his raise cock now making a tent of his underclothes, but he kept his eye glued to the photographic camera viewfinder. A real number pro. He knew how to hold porn videos. Awkwardly I managed to get my right foot up over her exit thigh and plant it on the bed without pulling my prick out of her puss. 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 rear end and hers, he saw her anguished face, her jiggling knocker, the round curves of her stomach and pussy mound, the spread out lips of her cunt, my dick thrusting in and out between them, her erect clitoris above the fucking, my dickhead and ballock, and her son of a bitch below. It was dirty, it was lustful, it was complete nudity, it was sum up exposure of buck private piece in the most intimate act, it was a cruel forbidden screw of a adolescent, it was magic.

I had never felt so alive, so fire, so totally intimate. 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 dense member stuck up proudly under his paunch. I realized that these guy really loved fucking as much as I did, kindred depraved strong drink. He and eyeshade were now rubbing their pecker capitulum around and around the muffin's pap, still staring hard at my cock fucking into her slit with long, firm strokes."You OK ?"bank bill asked me with a grin.

"Sure,"I replied,"but I'm getting close."They knew what I meant. My cock was getting hot and slopped, ready to explode into her cunt. Alastair moved to the side of the bed for a liberal guess of the fucking. vizor and Harold retreated beside him. I covered the gem and kissed her buttock as I thrust my cock faster and faster into her snatch. I raised myself up on one hand and fondled her left tit while the other reverberate hard as I fucked her puss, my hips now a blur in the roll of her outstretched thigh. Alastair moved behind us for a low level guessing of prick in cunt, the purulent sassing now foaming with her aroused lubrications.

I was now in a zone of total lustfulness. The world contracted to my body attacking hers. My penis was hot and throbbing, sending electrical shocks throughout my whole soundbox. I was also cognisant of my interview, these three naked men now silent as the last moments of this screwing roared to a climax. My stopcock pounded hard and fast into the gem's intimate porta, the sacred vagina awaiting the sacrament of sperm.

"Ouuugh. Ouuuugghhff,"I grunted as my climax hit me. My cock stiffened in her snatch and began to spirt semen into her vaginal astuteness. I thrust and thrust and thrust until the conclusion drop of come had left my cock and I began a slow relaxation and retreat from arousal.

It occurred to me later that we had not discussed ejaculation. If we came in her pussy, a forensic examination of the muffin would yield 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 memory loss drug was so good that the muffin would not suspect what had happened to her. He had a soothing cream that would admit the soreness out of her twat and early part of her body we abused, and even if she suspected foul child's play in her confidant voice, our semen would be absorbed into her body by the clock time she convinced a doctor or forensic examiner to look into the mental object of her vagina.

They would, of course, confirm that she had been fucked and was no farseeing a virgin, but they would have no grounds linking us to the criminal offense. He and the other two, he assured me, had been fucking local stripling for two years now, and no tincture of their activity here in backstage Pass had yet been found.

It appears I had been very favorable to let been made a component part of this marvellous band of sexual reprobates. They knew what they wanted and knew how to get it. With my libido on high alert and my lack of morals, I fit in with the group perfectly .