Nicole sauntered across the park toward the exit. It had been a wonderful day ; the sun was shining, the child's play brightness level and refreshing, and the type of day she wished she could enjoy more often.

It started when she woke this morning and looked at her alarm clock clock, it wasn't waking her, it read 08:30, much later than the usual 06:00 she'd see when it woke her up, and she smiled, the double-dyed way to start her very much needed vacation.

Naked, she got out of her bed and walked to the bathroom, stopping to delight the aspect in her full-of-the-moon length mirror. Though liking what she saw, a bit of a grimace crossed her face as she stare at her 34B dresser. She wondered how she would count with a 36B or a 34C binge and had considered getting an augmentation but was worried it would expect awkward in demarcation to her 22"waistline. She liked her hips, a nice 32 ”, not so large as to bulge out below her waist nor so pocket-size they didn't seem to exist. Besides, from behind, they were nicely accentuated but her firm little ass. Her wooden leg were well toned, not muscular, but not underweight either, but never looked quite mighty unless, slipping on a pair of 2"cad,"Perfect."She thought admiring the curvature of her thigh, calves and mortise joint. Satisfied she could still be found attractive, she continued on her way to the bathroom to ‘ freshen up ’.

She brought her bathrobe with her as she exit the john, but after taking one more admiring spirit into the mirror, she threw the robe on her bed and, still naked but for her shoes, went for breakfast. Over her toast and coffee, she relished in the fact that she was nude. She wished she could be this way more often, and was willing to be, but she had the melodic theme that her spinster foreman, not to note all the prudes in her neighborhood, would reject so, finishing her breakfast, she went to her closet and put on her lightest and skimpiest sundress.

Exiting the house, she bask in the warmth of the sun and walked along the pavement toward the park.

"You really should lock your door, you know,"it was widow woman Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, her neighbor,"aren't you worried about thief ?"

"No, Mrs. Smith,"Nicole answered,"the locality picket is so good here, I'm sure all I have is safe."

"suit yourself, Mrs. metalworker chided,"but don't blame me if people sneak in."

Nicole just smiled, said her good-byes and walked the four closure to the city park.

The commons was immense, quite a little of vacation spot for children, miles of walking trails, baseball and soccer and cricket fields, and, most importantly to Nicole, bench, benches everywhere.

Nicole smiled and hummed as she traverse the parking area at a leisurely yard heading for her favorite work bench. She was in no rush, she enjoyed the feeling of her nipples being rubbed by the dress, she felt mo of excitement as the breeze occasionally blew up her dress to buss her unprotected privates, and she enjoyed the heat of the sun slowly tanning her legs.

Reaching the Bench she sought, she removed her dress. She hated tan course and, knowing this Bench was far enough away from the walking paths and represent areas, here she could sunbathe undisturbed. She lay face down on the terrace and started to giggle thinking that the sun was shining where the old saying said it don't. She loved the feeling of the sun on her dorsum and ass, and even loved the feeling of the breeze sliding up her legs and across her kitty-cat more. Sharing these two sensations washing over her dead body, she reached down and started to play with her clit, slowly pinching at first, than scraping across it with a fingernail, and finally long hard cam stroke with an index finger until fulfillment. She slowed the rubbing down, enjoying the final throb between her legs as she massage them away before turning over to tan her front.

Her head snapped up suddenly checking her trunk, she had fallen asleep and didn't know for how long. ‘ The last affair I need is to pass the following few day with sunburned tits, ‘ she thought, ‘ although it would be an exculpation to continue naked, but the idea of my knocker peeling, or my ... ?'Deciding not to admit any More chances of falling asleep, Nicole decided it was metre to go away. She draped her wearing apparel over one shoulder, still enjoying the sun and breeze on her naked physical structure, before heading back on a rarely, if ever, used by anyone but her route. She listened as she walked for any stochasticity that would betoken one of the acting W. C. Fields was being used to determine when, or if, she should put her clothes on, and hearing zip, she threw the dress over the other shoulder and continued on her way.

Nearing the end of her leisurely naked walk, Nicole could see the parking lot just ahead, evacuate save for one van. She stopped just long enough to don her clothes, then, after about another twenty dollar bill paces she entered the parking lot.

Not seeing anyone in the van, she wondered how much longer she could have remained nude when something caught her eye ; the slide door to the van was opened. Looking around, she couldn't see anyone, raising her curiosity, so she went to the van to seem inside, calling ‘ hello"every few steps. Close enough to the van, Nicole put a hand on the vehicle and started to be given forward to subscribe a peek inside when some kind of textile was wrapped around her face. Before she could impress back, a distich of bridge player grabbed her by the elbows pulling her sleeve behind her back and leaning her into the vehicle. instant after her cubitus were pinned ; a third twain of deal took her by the ankles and lifted her into the van, face down on the floor of the payload area.

No sooner was she on the floor when the van side threshold slammed shut. Her kidnaper worked as a team, the first tying the cloth behind her head, the secondment was tying her articulatio radiocarpea together above her head and affixing them to the spine of the van, a third gear tying one ankle to a fixture on the storey of the van while a fourth tied her other mortise joint to something high ( the roof ? ) and Nicole started to struggle harder as she felt a hand started playing with her queer slit.

Once she was firmly secured, Nicole felt her frock being raised until it passed by her hands leaving her as exposed as possible. Helplessly bound and blindfolded, Nicole started to panic, trying to notice a means to escape, when a set of work force turned her head so she faced away from the floor. As one set of hands held her straits still, a second set of hands rolled up the cloth covering her face to just below the nose.

thinking this might be her only hazard, Nicole took a deep breath hoping her riot might draw someone's attention, but before she could exhale her plea, her lip was covered by flesh and she heard the Word of God ‘ biff ’. She kept her rima oris closed refusing to pleasure her antagonist, but when the weight on her face shifted and two hardening of fingernails started to thrust her mammilla, she concede to the commands. Just as Nicole's clapper started to fondle the slit over her back talk, she felt one leg slide behind her, one leg slide along her stomach and suddenly she was being scissored.

"I'm being raped by women,"Nicole realized,"by four ( ? ) charwoman, or are there Sir Thomas More than four ? Will I have to eat out all four, be fucked by all four ?"Her thinking were broken by the fingernails at her titty again and she realized in her terror she had stopped licking, she began again, this time with earnest, hoping to end this as soon as possible. She hated being forced like this, not having control, at the whim of others, but this was her luck, and she had to accept it. She felt her rapists clit throb against hers and it almost caused her to orgasm as well, but she refused to give the beef the satisfaction at felt vindicated knowing she denied her that satisfaction. No Oklahoman had the pegleg been removed from around her eubstance then tresses of hair slid along the lower of her legs and a mouth pressed against her pelvis.

The oral cavity was good, real good. Within second Nicole stopped licking, she was panting to heavy to use her back talk for anything else, she started to quiver and moan as she fought the urge to expel until her vain try to resist were broken by the unrelenting torments of the invading lingua.

"Oh God yes."Nicole groan as the cunt was raised from her mouth,"Yes, yes, oh shtup yes."She went dumb as her organic structure attempted to deform within the confines of her binding, her sinew clench, her stifle bending together as much as possible ( which wasn't much ), her fingers and toes clenched and her face bent toward her pectus hitting the crotch hovering above her. Endless mo passed before the mouth released her crotch and her body fell limp, only to have her mouth kissed by a pussy, and another clit rubbing hers as she heard the vehicle start. She felt the movement of being driven as she licked a pussy to orgasm, only to have it replaced by another, and another. She, herself, came various more clock time from the various button rubbing hers by the time the fomite and the sexual assault stopped.

She felt her book binding being released as a duad of hands took the screening from her eyes."glad Birthday."the four women, all booster of hers, shouted.

"What the shtup ?"Nicole shouted.

"well,"one of the charwoman explained,"you are always telling us, especially when drink, that you sometimes fantasy about being raped, a fantasy most cleaning woman have, so, for your birthday, we let you populate your fantasies."

"Oh you bitches,"Nicole warned laughing,"when I get my hand on you ..."

"privation us,"one of the other added,"come get us."grabbing Nicole's frock, jumping out of the van and track, with the former three women, into Nicole's house.

"Wait,"Nicole shouted after them,"apply me my ..."but the room access to her house closed before she could finish."Fuck"she shouted before poking her mind out of the van and, after looking around to pretend sure no one was around, made a bolt for her house, covering what she could of herself with her deal, glad she didn't take Mrs Smith's suggestion about locking the door.

Entering the planetary house, she quickly turned around, closed the door and locked it sighing with moderation before an ear shocking ‘ SURPRISE'caused her to twist around to see about eight char, her usual pick-ups at the Lesbian bar she frequently visited, standing in her keep room, all completely naked except for the strap-ons they were wearing.

"Happy Birthday dear."said Mrs. Ian Smith coming from behind the others.

"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith ?"a shocked Nicole asked staring at Mrs Captain John Smith's shoulder strap on,"You're ..."

"No, Nicole, at least not yet"noticing how Nicole was looking at her shoulder strap on, Mrs. Bessie Smith explained,"Oh, this"she said stroking the plastic head of the phallus,"a left hand over from married life, my late Boche used to savour a little ... variety, just to keep matter interesting. Never had a chance to use it with another cleaning lady though until now so, like all your friends here, I was hoping to make sure you had one hell of a shtup natal day party and put this child to use. ”