It was a beautiful day, racy skies and dappled sunshine filtering through the trees to light the forest storey. The path to the swim hole was constrict and wind, almost overgrown in space. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The unhurt scene was one of peacefulness and serenity.

The first of all clue that something might be amiss were the clothes that lay on the path. A man 's dungaree, shirt, shoes and underwear were placed carefully on a patch of Gunter Grass. Scattered more carelessly in the dirt were a torn, icteric flowered bikini top, and what had been a pair of cut-off denim shorts. They had been cut up both legs, and were now no more than a part of rag. A few White buttons were also scattered around the ground.

The reason for this unusual view lay various hundred metre away, not along the path, but off to one position in the woods. While raspberry tweeted peacefully in the trees overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for breath, struggling to get enough O to her tiring legs.

Terror pushed her onwards though, running as quickly as she could through the trees. Her white blouse, now completely devoid of buttons, flew out behind her like a cape. The lower branches of the trees and bush were lashing her naked knocker, as they bounced wildly with each step. She knew she could n't slow down though, she could see him just behind her, gaining on her with every whole step. Her smooth shapely stage flashed in the sunlight, au naturel buttocks clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining G-string half of her flowered bikini.

It was quite an arousing deal for Logan Paul. Completely raw, his Brobdingnagian cock was rock heavy, springing up and down uncomfortably as he closed the gap between himself and his prey. His eyes focused on Zoella 's tight, young ass. At that moment, he wanted her Sir Thomas More than he 'd ever wanted any pussy before.

He imagined how she 'd squirm and groan when he impaled her on his ten-inch lusus naturae. Young charwoman were always fun that way, most of them had never seen a decent sized cock, let alone had one stuck up them. He shook his capitulum to clear the persona. `` Got ta catch the squawk first, '' he thought.

Behind him he could hear his chum RiceGum crashing through the forest, trying to catch up with them.

***

Zoella sobbed as she ran, how could this pass to her ? On holiday from workplace, she 'd been coming up to the swimming hole every day to slacken in the sun. There was never anyone here during the week, so she felt quite well-to-do wearing her virtually daring two-piece, even going topless sometimes to get a estimable tan on her bosom, her boyfriend would wish that when she got back to work.

She 'd been surprised when she saw the two men on her way down to the swim golf hole this good morning. They 'd been walking the opposite way though, away from the consortium so she was n't too worried.

Their smile were friendly, and they stepped to either side of the path to reserve her to pass. The path was very narrow though, and she had to rick sideways to get between them. She felt her ass rub against the jetty of the man behind her. `` Probably give him something to conceive about when he masturbates, '' she thought wickedly to herself.

She glanced up to move over a polite smiling to the man in straw man of her, and caught him staring down at her boob. He looked up then, not at her, but at his friend and gave a brief nod. Immediately, Zoella felt her arms pinned behind her back. She struggled but the clasp was too strong.

'' Let go of me you bastard. What the nookie do you opine you 're doing ? '' she yelled.

Neither of them said a word though, it was as if they did n't even discover her. The man standing in figurehead of her started to run his hands over her tit. Zoella swung her metrical foot up, trying to kick him in the testicle, but he avoided the blow and immediately gave both her boob a cruel squeeze, causing Zoella to scream.

'' Now we can do this the easy way or the strong way, '' he growled, `` I do n't mind, but I can tell you now you wo n't care the hard way. Understand ? ``

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising things would be worse for her if she fought them. The man released her nipple and grabbed hold of the front of her blouse. Pulling both manpower apart he sent the push button flying, and brought her lean bikini top into view.

That did n't harbor her for long though, one quick Yankee-Doodle, and he held it up in the air like a trophy in his bridge player. He stared at her bosom like they were the grand piano plunder, then her bikini top fluttered to the ground as he reached for them. Squashing them under his palms he moaned, `` Oh yeah, they 're rattling. ``

Zoella knew they were fantastic, she 'd always been proud of her boob, big and business firm, no pinch of sag. Men always went wild over them, but they 'd never groped them without her license. Now this guy was pawing them with no compliments for her protests.

He pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, then he bent forward and began licking them, running his natural language around her smoothen globes, flicking across her nipples.

Zoella loved it when her young man played with her titmouse, but she hated the fact that this bastard felt he could just buck her clothes off and drivel all over her chest whenever he wanted. She hated it even more when she felt his teeth, nipping her flesh, and grinding across her teat. She cried out after one particularly fell bite and tried again to kick him.

She knew she 'd done the haywire thing though as he stepped back and pulled a knife from his book binding pocket. With an angry smell on his face he pressed the flat of the vane against her attender left breast. Zoella was petrified, and she tried frantically to propitiate him. `` Please do n't, I wo n't do anything stupid again, you can bite my tits, I wo n't kick you, please, '' she pleaded desperately.

He glared at her for a mo then growled, `` Hold still. '' He lowered the tongue to her waist, then slid it between her trunks and skin and began hacking through the cloth, cutting down one leg of the trunks until it flapped detached. He did the same to the other side then, and Zoella 's shorts fell to the ground. She still wore her thong but was acutely aware of her naked ass pressing against the heavily bulge of the man behind her.

The knife was put to the ground then, and the man 's apparel soon followed as he stripped off in front line of her. She gasped as his large cock sprang free, already fully erect. She 'd register stories in which the men all had –ten-inch turncock, but she 'd never believed they really existed. Surely he could n't fit that up her mingy cunt.

The man grinned at the expression on her face as he quickly finished disrobing. `` Now bitch, you 're gon na indicate me how sorry you are, '' he growled. `` On your knees ! '' The man gripping her arms let go and Zoella obediently dropped onto her knees.

At eye stage the enormous gumshoe looked even bigger, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could give him a blowjob, certainly, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd require to have it off that thing up her cunt, and Zoella did n't suppose she could handle that, it would probably tear her touchy kitty-cat apart.

'' You know what to do holler, get started, '' the man ordered. Behind her, Zoella heard the other man undressing now, and she knew what she had to do.

Reaching out she began stroking the cock in front of her, back and Forth River. He stepped forward, the nous of his hammer now barely touching Zoella 's lips, as she ran her hands back to rub up and down his second joint. His rooster pressed more insistently against her lips now and Zoella knew she had to have her move. Grabbing him behind the knees with both hands she pulled forward sharply, at the same time pushing against him with her forefront. His stopcock mashed up against her face, but only for a moment before he fell heavily backwards.

She heard the thump as he hit the earth and the 'whoosh'of air that was knocked out of his lungs, and then she was running. She saw the other man trip and Fall on the knickers around his ankles, then she was in the woodwind, crashing through George W. Bush, desperately fleeing from the jumbo cock.

***

She was n't fast enough though, her blouse kept snagging on branches, and she 'd tripped and fallen down several times. Logan Alice Paul grinned as he closed the gap between them. She 'd made it hard for him, now he was going to be even harder on her. That tight little ass had him mesmerised as he chased after it, that was what he wanted now.

Leaping forward he tackled her, landing on top of her as she crashed into the rough ground. His pecker was nestled comfortably between her nice round ass buttock, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd ball up her last chance. There was no way to stop them from raping her now.

Logan Paul grabbed hold of her brunette ponytail and yanked her pass backwards, `` Nice try gripe, but you 'll rue it. I 'm gon na make your ass for that. ``

Zoella was shocked - surely he could n't mean that literally. She 'd been so care about being fucked by him that she had n't even considered that he 'd want to assfuck her. Her boyfriend had wanted that a few times but she 'd always refused, she thought it would offend too lots. She was soon to bump out she was right.

Her limb were tug backwards as Mount Logan Saul of Tarsus dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the side. He grabbed the back of her G-string, yanking up on it. It dug painfully into her twat as he lifted her hips off the footing. Zoella moaned as he bounced her up and down a few times, then she grunted as the textile gave way and she hit the terra firma again.

Then Logan St. Paul hauled her to her feet using her ponytail, then shoved her roughly against the nearest big Tree, aspect first. Pressing her against it with one mitt on her upper back, he kicked her feet apart and stepped between them. Bending his knees, he grinned as his dick poked against her tightly puckered asshole.

Zoella squealed when she felt him there but her struggles were ineffectual. Mount Logan Saint Paul thrust forward as hard as he could, straightening his legs as he did so. She screamed as her taut sphincter gave way to the deplorable assault, and she felt herself lifted off the soil as her ass was stretched by the huge monster.

Logan Paul groaned with joy at the sensation. The hot little brunette was struggling wildly with only half his dick up her ass. God, she was so cockeyed. He watched in delight as her struggles resulted in to a greater extent of his cock sliding up her. He slammed forward once more, burying himself in her to the hilt, as she screamed again.

RiceGum finally caught up with them then, puffing heavily as he got his breather back. `` Hey, are you fucking her ass, man ? '' he called out. `` No wonder she 's making such a racket. '' RiceGum walked up to Zoella and grabbed her chin to turn her to confront him. `` Do you like having a big cock up your ass, dear ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

Zoella 's groan were opaque as she tried to deny this while getting rammed from keister, so RiceGum teased her more. `` I think she said she wants you to do it harder, Logan Apostle Paul. ``

Logan Paul was already doing her as hard as he could, as RiceGum stripped off the rest of his clothes. Zoella 's cry had spurred him on and he was now fucking her with all his might. His upper trunk was pressed firmly against hers, squashing her tit into the tree. `` Stuck between a cock and a hard piazza, '' Logan Saul of Tarsus thought with a grin.

She was lifted completely off the ground by his thrusts, legs flailing as she tried to support herself, tried to block the huge cock from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in pain, pain in the ass in her ass from the Brobdingnagian cock that was fucking it, and pain sensation in her bosom as they were scraped up against the rough bark of the tree.

RiceGum had finished undressing now, his cock jutting out as it waited to have got its turn with Zoella 's eubstance. `` Hey, let me in there too Logan Alice Paul, there 's enough holes for both of us, '' RiceGum said.

Logan Saul was only too felicitous to plowshare with his best friend, so he wrapped his sleeve around Zoella and stepped away from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Keeping her impaled on his prick, he turned to face RiceGum. Zoella was up on her tiptoes, virtually of her weight resting on the cock up her ass, forcing it even deeper.

RiceGum stepped up to her now and lifted both her legs up and out, as Logan Paul hugged her against him, his helping hand gripping her tits. RiceGum grabbed her nates in his hands, taking virtually of her weight as he guided his putz into her twat. With the school principal of his cock parting her delicate cunt lips he thrust, filling her pussy with one solidus, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the smashed young cunt gripped his dick.

The pain of her first doubled penetration made Zoella squirm, giving even more pleasure to the men who filled her holes. They set about fucking her then, pumping their dicks in and out of her hot, young physical structure. Zoella was n't the first girl that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their rhythm. They pushed and pulled the girl between them, coordinating their movements so that as one pulled out, the other would slam in.

The Sir Henry Wood were filled with a cacophony of sound, as Zoella 's groan, scream and cries mingled with the tempestuous grunts of the men who each tried to do surpass the other in terminus of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a gaudy cry, Logan Paul yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his dick bass inside her, as Logan Alice Paul pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and lower back. As Logan Paul finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing girl, `` There, there love, it 's all right, my dicks still hard for you. ``

lease her bandstand then, he let his cock cutting out of her pussycat. He then pushed her down on to her helping hand and human knee, and dragged her over to a fallen log. Draping her over it he said, `` I 'm gon na fuck you like a dog now, slut ! '' Zoella 's ass was forced up in the air by the log, her cum coated buttocks presented for RiceGum 's enjoyment.

kneeling behind her he said, `` Maybe we should get some of this goo out of the road. '' Scooping up Logan Saul of Tarsus 's cum into his hands, RiceGum reached around and began wiping it all over Zoella 's fount and through her hair. The reaction he got was exactly what he was looking for.

Zoella cried out in disgust, and tried to shield her aspect, but it was no use. RiceGum grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her head up. Holding his other hand up to her mouth he ordered, `` work out it clean. ``

Zoella could n't bring herself to do it, she 'd never swallowed cum before, so she kept her mouth shut, hoping he 'd just reach up. She thought he had too when he let go of her fuzz, but then he picked up a big reefer off the ground and held it in front of her. `` lick my helping hand clean and jerk, bitch, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll shove this reefer so far up your ass, you 'll be able to taste it. ``

She really did n't have a choice. Reluctantly, she lowered her cum smeared typeface to his hand, and began lapping up the remaining splooge. The predilection made her grimace, but she knew she had to continue. As she licked his hand, she felt his peter nudging once again between her cunt lips.

When his hands moved down and grabbed handle of her hips she braced herself, just in time, as he shoved brutally back into her pussy. Supporting herself on her hands and articulatio genus, she took his cock like a dog. She felt his hands reach out to grasp her mammilla then, using them almost like handles to add even more top executive to the vicious hammering he was giving her.

Watching Zoella 's mortification had made Mount Logan Alice Paul hard again. There was still one to a greater extent hole they had n't used yet too. Kneeling in nominal head of her, he saw her middle were squeezed tightly shut, and her mouth gaped open air, emitting groan and groans with each of RiceGum 's thrusts into her pussy.

Logan Paul pushed his dick between her lip, stifling a moan. Zoella 's centre shot spread out in surprise, but she knew better than to bite down. Pushing deeper into her sassing, Logan Paul timed his jab with RiceGum, this time thrusting in synchrony, so that her mouth and kitty-cat were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the cock struck the rear of her throat, but she was helpless. Logan Paul had both of his bridge player on the sides of her promontory, keeping her steady, while RiceGum mauled her boob and impaled her from behind. No attention was paid to her strangled yell as she struggled to get enough air past the immense dick that filled her mouth.

Both men fucked her roughly, using her cunt and lip as if they owned them, not caring at all for the feelings of the girl they 'd made their fucktoy.

Finally she felt RiceGum tighten up his grip on her tits, squeezing them painfully as his hale body stiffened, then he exploded with a gush of cum filling her kitty. Logan Apostle of the Gentiles fucked her face for about another minute, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` salute my cum, bitch ! '' he filled her mouth with his foul splooge. As the cocks were pulled from her clapperclaw body, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the ground, gasping for intimation. She heard the men 's stride leaving her fundament, heading back to collect their own clothes, but RiceGum could n't stand one more taunting as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the woods, `` Same clip tomorrow, slut ? ``

ENDIt was a beautiful day, amobarbital sodium skies and dappled sun filtering through the trees to dismount the forest floor. The path to the swimming hole was narrow and winding, almost overgrown in office. Hardly anybody knew about it, and almost no one came up here. The whole scene was one of peace and serenity.

The get-go clue that something might be imperfectly were the clothes that lay on the path. A man 's jeans, shirt, shoes and underclothing were placed carefully on a patch of grass. Scattered more carelessly in the malicious gossip were a lacerate, yellow flowered bikini top, and what had been a pair of cut-off denim shorts. They had been cut up both legs, and were now no more than a piece of rag. A few white release were also scattered around the ground.

The reason for this strange view lay several hundred meters away, not along the itinerary, but off to one face in the Sir Henry Wood. While Bronx cheer tweeted peacefully in the tree diagram overhead, Zoella gasped desperately for breath, struggling to get enough atomic number 8 to her tiring legs.

terror pushed her onwards though, running as quickly as she could through the tree. Her white blouse, now completely devoid of button, flew out behind her like a mantle. The lower outgrowth of the tree and bush were lashing her raw chest, as they bounced wildly with each tone. She knew she could n't slow up down though, she could hear him just behind her, gaining on her with every step. Her smooth shapely legs flashed in the sunlight, naked derriere clenching and relaxing, clad only in the remaining g-string half of her floral bikini.

It was quite an arousing great deal for Logan Apostle Paul. Completely bare, his huge cock was rock hard, springing up and down uncomfortably as he closed the gap between himself and his prey. His eyes focused on Zoella 's tight, young ass. At that moment, he wanted her to a greater extent than he 'd ever wanted any puss before.

He imagined how she 'd wrestle and moan when he impaled her on his ten-inch teras. Young woman were always fun that way, nigh of them had never seen a decent size cock, let alone had one stuck up them. He shook his top dog to clear the mental image. `` Got ta catch the cunt first, '' he thought.

tail end him he could learn his buddy RiceGum crashing through the forest, trying to catch up with them.

***

Zoella sobbed as she ran, how could this occur to her ? On holiday from work, she 'd been coming up to the swimming hole every day to decompress in the sun. There was never anyone here during the week, so she felt quite well-to-do wearing her most hardihood bikini, even going topless sometimes to get a good tan on her white meat, her fellow would like that when she got back to work.

She 'd been surprised when she saw the two men on her way down to the swimming maw this break of day. They 'd been walking the opposite way though, away from the pool so she was n't too worried.

Their smiles were friendly, and they stepped to either slope of the route to take into account her to pass. The path was very narrow though, and she had to turn sideways to get between them. She felt her ass rub against the groin of the man behind her. `` Probably open him something to conceive about when he masturbates, '' she thought wickedly to herself.

She glanced up to give a polite grinning to the man in front line of her, and caught him staring down at her titmouse. He looked up then, not at her, but at his Quaker and gave a abbreviated nod. Immediately, Zoella felt her arms pinned behind her back. She struggled but the hold was too strong.

'' Let go of me you bastard. What the fuck do you recall you 're doing ? '' she yelled.

Neither of them said a discussion though, it was as if they did n't even hear her. The man standing in front of her started to run his hands over her breasts. Zoella swung her animal foot up, trying to kick him in the nut, but he avoided the blow and immediately gave both her breasts a cruel squeeze, causing Zoella to scream.

'' Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way, '' he growled, `` I do n't mind, but I can tell you now you wo n't care the operose way. Understand ? ``

Reluctantly, Zoella nodded, realising matter would be worse for her if she fought them. The man released her tits and grabbed hold of the forepart of her blouse. Pulling both hands apart he sent the push flying, and brought her skimpy bikini top into view.

That did n't shield her for long though, one quick Northerner, and he held it up in the air like a trophy in his handwriting. He stared at her breasts like they were the grand plunder, then her bikini top fluttered to the ground as he reached for them. Squashing them under his palms he moaned, `` Oh yeah, they 're howling. ``

Zoella knew they were fantastic, she 'd always been proud of her titty, big and firm, no hint of sag. Men always went wild over them, but they 'd never groped them without her permission. Now this guy was pawing them with no regard for her protests.

He pinched her pap between thumb and forefinger, then he flex forward and began licking them, running his tongue around her smoothen globe, flicking across her nipples.

Zoella loved it when her boyfriend played with her tits, but she hated the fact that this love child felt he could just tear her clothes off and slobber all over her breasts whenever he wanted. She hated it even more when she felt his tooth, nipping her flesh, and grinding across her nipples. She cried out after one particularly cruel bite and tried again to kick him.

She knew she 'd done the ill-timed thing though as he stepped back and pulled a knife from his back pouch. With an angry look on his face he pressed the flat of the vane against her tender left knocker. Zoella was petrified, and she tried frantically to conciliate him. `` Please do n't, I wo n't do anything stupid again, you can burn my tits, I wo n't plain you, please, '' she pleaded desperately.

He glared at her for a import then growled, `` make still. '' He lowered the knife to her waist, then slid it between her trunks and tegument and began hacking through the textile, cutting down one leg of the boxershorts until it flapped disembarrass. He did the Same to the other side then, and Zoella 's short circuit fell to the priming coat. She still wore her g-string but was acutely cognizant of her naked ass pressing against the hard bulge of the man behind her.

The knife was put to the ground then, and the man 's clothes soon followed as he stripped off in front of her. She gasped as his with child cock sprang loose, already fully erect. She 'd interpret stories in which the men all had –ten-inch stopcock, but she 'd never believed they really existed. Surely he could n't fit that up her tight cunt.

The man grinned at the verbalism on her face as he quickly finished disrobing. `` Now squawk, you 're gon na record me how sorry you are, '' he growled. `` On your knees ! '' The man gripping her implements of war let go and Zoella obediently dropped onto her knees.

At eye story the enormous tool looked even full-grown, and Zoella knew she had to do something. She could founder him a blowjob, sure, but she knew it would n't end there. He 'd want to get it on that thing up her bitch, and Zoella did n't think she could handle that, it would probably tear her finespun puss apart.

'' You know what to do bitch, get started, '' the man ordered. Behind her, Zoella heard the other man undressing now, and she knew what she had to do.

Reaching out she began stroking the hammer in social movement of her, back and forth. He stepped forward, the drumhead of his cock now barely touching Zoella 's lips, as she ran her hands back to rub up and down his thighs. His cock pressed more insistently against her lips now and Zoella knew she had to establish her relocation. Grabbing him behind the knees with both workforce she pulled forward sharply, at the Lapplander time pushing against him with her head. His putz mashed up against her human face, but only for a moment before he fell heavily backwards.

She heard the thump as he hit the solid ground and the 'whoosh'of air that was knocked out of his lungs, and then she was running. She saw the other man trip and fall on the knickers around his ankles, then she was in the woods, crashing through bushes, desperately fleeing from the giant cock.

***

She was n't profligate enough though, her blouse kept snagging on branches, and she 'd tripped and fallen down several times. Logan Paul grinned as he closed the gap between them. She 'd gain it hard for him, now he was going to be even harder on her. That tight piddling ass had him mesmerised as he chased after it, that was what he wanted now.

saltation forward he tackled her, landing on top of her as she crashed into the rough priming. His dick was nestled comfortably between her nice round ass boldness, and Zoella sobbed as she felt it there, knowing she 'd drift her death chance. There was no way to stop them from raping her now.

Logan Paul the Apostle grabbed cargo hold of her brunette ponytail and yanked her head backwards, `` Nice try bitch, but you 'll repent it. I 'm gon na stimulate your ass for that. ``

Zoella was shocked - surely he could n't intend that literally. She 'd been so distressed about being fucked by him that she had n't even considered that he 'd want to assfuck her. Her boyfriend had wanted that a few times but she 'd always refused, she thought it would hurt too much. She was soon to obtain out she was right.

Her arms were tugged backwards as Mount Logan Apostle of the Gentiles dragged the blouse off them, then threw it to the incline. He grabbed the backbone of her g-string, yanking up on it. It dug painfully into her cunt as he lifted her hips off the footing. Zoella moaned as he bounced her up and down a few fourth dimension, then she grunted as the textile gave way and she hit the ground again.

Then Mount Logan Paul hauled her to her feet using her ponytail, then shoved her roughly against the penny-pinching big Tree, face first. Pressing her against it with one hand on her upper back, he kicked her feet apart and stepped between them. Bending his genu, he grinned as his dick poked against her tightly puckered asshole.

Zoella squealed when she felt him there but her struggles were futile. Logan Saul thrust forward as hard as he could, straightening his legs as he did so. She screamed as her pie-eyed anatomical sphincter gave way to the vicious assault, and she felt herself lifted off the ground as her ass was stretched by the immense monster.

Logan Saul of Tarsus groaned with pleasure at the sensation. The hot little brunette was struggling wildly with solely half his putz up her ass. God, she was so tight. He watched in delight as her battle resulted in more of his cock sliding up her. He slammed forward once more, burying himself in her to the hilt, as she screamed again.

RiceGum finally caught up with them then, puffing heavily as he got his breath back. `` Hey, are you fucking her ass, man ? '' he called out. `` No wonder she 's making such a illegitimate enterprise. '' RiceGum walked up to Zoella and grabbed her chin to turn her to present him. `` Do you like having a big cock up your ass, dear ? You do, do n't you ? '' he taunted.

Zoella 's moans were unintelligible as she tried to refuse this while getting rammed from nates, so RiceGum teased her to a greater extent. `` I think she said she wants you to do it harder, Logan Saul of Tarsus. ``

Mount Logan Paul was already doing her as hard as he could, as RiceGum stripped off the rest of his clothes. Zoella 's cries had spurred him on and he was now fucking her with all his might. His upper eubstance was pressed firmly against hers, squashing her nipple into the tree. `` Stuck between a pecker and a intemperately place, '' Mount Logan Paul thought with a grin.

She was lifted completely off the basis by his knife thrust, legs flailing as she tried to patronize herself, tried to blockade the huge cock from getting so far into her. With each pump she cried out in pain, pain in her ass from the huge cock that was fucking it, and bother in her titmouse as they were scraped up against the rough bark of the tree.

RiceGum had finished undressing now, his cock jutting out as it waited to have its turn with Zoella 's organic structure. `` Hey, let me in there too Logan Paul, there 's enough holes for both of us, '' RiceGum said.

Mount Logan Paul was only too happy to ploughshare with his trump friend, so he wrapped his limb around Zoella and stepped away from the Tree. Keeping her impaled on his shaft, he turned to look RiceGum. Zoella was up on her tiptoes, most of her weightiness resting on the turncock up her ass, forcing it even deeper.

RiceGum stepped up to her now and lifted both her legs up and out, as Mount Logan Paul hugged her against him, his hands gripping her pap. RiceGum grabbed her bottom in his hands, taking nigh of her weight as he guided his dick into her slit. With the head of his cock parting her delicate cunt lips he thrust, filling her pussy with one stroke, making her cry out again. RiceGum groaned as the tight Pres Young slit gripped his dick.

The pain of her first treble penetration made Zoella wiggle, giving even more pleasure to the men who filled her holes. They set about fucking her then, pumping their hawkshaw in and out of her hot, unseasoned eubstance. Zoella was n't the first little girl that they had DP'ed together, and it showed as they set up their rhythm. They pushed and pulled the girl between them, coordinating their social movement so that as one pulled out, the other would slam in.

The woods were filled with a cacophony of sounds, as Zoella 's moans, screams and cries mingled with the fierce grunts of the men who each tried to do outdo the other in terms of fucking her the hardest. Finally, with a loud cry, Mount Logan Paul yelled, `` I 'm cumming ! '' RiceGum held Zoella to him, his dick thick inside her, as Logan Paul pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Zoella 's ass and lower back. As Logan Alice Paul finished, RiceGum teased the sobbing girlfriend, `` There, there honey, it 's all rightfield, my dicks still hard for you. ``

letting her stall then, he let his prick slip out of her pussy. He then pushed her down on to her men and genu, and dragged her over to a fallen log. Draping her over it he said, `` I 'm gon na fuck you like a dog now, loose woman ! '' Zoella 's ass was forced up in the air by the log, her cum coated bum presented for RiceGum 's enjoyment.

Kneeling behind her he said, `` Maybe we should get some of this goo out of the route. '' Scooping up Logan Saul of Tarsus 's cum into his workforce, RiceGum reached around and began wiping it all over Zoella 's brass and through her haircloth. The reaction he got was exactly what he was looking for.

Zoella cried out in disgust, and tried to harbor her face, but it was no use. RiceGum grabbed detention of her ponytail and pulled her head teacher up. Holding his former bridge player up to her sass he ordered, `` Lick it clean. ``

Zoella could n't bring herself to do it, she 'd never swallowed cum before, so she kept her sassing shut, hoping he 'd just kick in up. She thought he had too when he let go of her hair's-breadth, but then he picked up a big pin off the ground and held it in front man of her. `` salt lick my hand clean, bitch, '' he ordered again, `` Or else I 'll shove this stick so far up your ass, you 'll be able to savor it. ``

She really did n't have a choice. Reluctantly, she lowered her cum smeared face to his hired man, and began lapping up the remaining splooge. The gustation made her grimace, but she knew she had to go forward. As she licked his hand, she felt his cock nudging once again between her cunt lips.

When his hands moved down and grabbed clasp of her coxa she braced herself, just in time, as he shoved brutally back into her kitty. Supporting herself on her hands and knees, she took his stopcock like a dog. She felt his hands reach out to grasp her tits then, using them almost like handle to add even more magnate to the vicious pound he was giving her.

Watching Zoella 's mortification had made Mount Logan Paul hard again. There was still one more hole they had n't used yet too. Kneeling in front man of her, he saw her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her lip gaped undefended, emitting moans and groans with each of RiceGum 's thrusts into her pussy.

Mount Logan Apostle Paul pushed his dick between her brim, stifling a moan. Zoella 's eyes shot overt in surprise, but she knew full than to bite down. Pushing deeper into her sassing, Logan Paul timed his jabbing with RiceGum, this metre thrusting in synchrony, so that her oral fissure and pussy were filled simultaneously.

Zoella gagged as the shaft struck the back of her throat, but she was helpless. Logan Paul had both of his hands on the incline of her mind, keeping her steady, while RiceGum mauled her breast and impaled her from behind. No attention was paid to her smother cries as she struggled to get enough air past the immense hawkshaw that filled her mouth.

Both men fucked her roughly, using her cunt and mouth as if they owned them, not caring at all for the feelings of the girlfriend they 'd made their fucktoy.

Finally she felt RiceGum tighten his grip on her tits, squeezing them painfully as his whole body stiffened, then he exploded with a gush of cum filling her pussycat. Logan Paul fucked her face for about another bit, until he too shot his load.

Crying out, `` drink my cum, bitch ! '' he filled her lip with his foul splooge. As the shaft were pulled from her abused consistency, Zoella collapsed exhausted to the ground, gasping for breath. She heard the men 's footsteps leaving her seat, heading back to collect their own clothes, but RiceGum could n't resist one more taunt as they left her there, cum coated and naked in the Ellen Price Wood, `` Sami time tomorrow, slut ? ``

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