Once Bill and I had climbed over the fencing, thing happened fast. The shoulder strap holding the muffin on the bedding material were removed and she was carried into the big of the two cabins. It smelled musty and woodsy with autumn leave. Along the back wall was a ill-gotten mattress on a box springiness with Post attached to the corners and top rail for restraining a victim. They laid the muffin on her rachis and started to remove her habiliment. Bill fired up a propane heater in the recess to keep us all warm during the debauch to come.

Harold unzipped her track top and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. All clothing was folded neatly on a little wooden side table. Then he pulled her T-shirt over her head and removed it. Her white bra didn't quite hide her replete breasts. She looked eighteen or 19, compact car and well built, not boney 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."

Federal Reserve note shot me a quickly looking."You wouldn't have much of a choice, would you ?"he said with a leer."But it won't issue forth to that. You see we've been doing this for days now. Harold there is a medical Doctor, and he's come up with a memory drug. When administered, it causes amnesia, blanks out the hold out week or so in the affected role's computer memory, erases it totally. Works somehow on the part of the brain responsible for short-run remembering. So we just take the gem to some shoes near where we found her, administer the drug while she's out frigidness, and when she wakes up, she won't remember anything about us."

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

flyer now pulled down the muffin's track pants, exposing her white panties. I could clearly see the abstract of her pussy in the cotton fabric. bank note caught me staring hungrily at her private parts."Go ahead,"he chuckled."You're going number 1 anyway. Do what you want to her."

I had for a prospicient time lusted after these morsel of teen fluff that walked past my door every day on their way home from shoal, giggling and wiggling their cigarette and pressing their books against their big tits. Watching all that smut had helped my sexual mental imagery to run gaga. Now my fancy were becoming real.

I rubbed her private parts with my digit, feeling the puffy lips of her bitch. Then I grabbed her waistband and pulled the panties slowly down her legs, revealing the brown muff of her pubic hair and the coral lips of her sex slit. I moved my finger up and down her slit, feeling them sink between them into warm up wetness, bumping against her clitoral toughie, and dipping down into her vaginal entrance.

As I held my fingerbreadth to my nose, smelling her sex succus, Bill asked,"How do you want to do her ? missionary ? Doggy way ?"

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

"Tied,"I said,"missionary style, on her backrest. Hands over her psyche. Legs spread."

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

A brace of cuff dangled on a Chain from the post at the head of the bed. She was potent so the two men had to work to force her carpus into cuff as she struggled and twist around and tried to roll over. As the cuffs clicked shut, she started to scream."Help ! Help ! Anyone out there ! Help me ! Oowwww !"

Alastair and Harold slapped her tits and jammed a bandanna into her mouth to tranquilize her. Each seized an mortise joint and buckled leather handcuff on them. These they attached to posts projecting from opposite incline of the bed. Her creamy teen thigh spread wide and displayed her naked bitch and asshole."Stop ! Stop !"she tried to scream through the fabric gagging her mouth."I'll call the cops ! You dirty men ! You'll be disconsolate. Aaaarrrggghh !"

Bill pinched her teat hard, but that didn't shut her up, so he produced a clump gag from a moldable container under the bed, jammed it into her sass on top of the bandanna, and strapped it around her head."I guess she won't be sucking us off just yet,"he said with a gloomy smile.

Harold dug into a backpack flung in a quoin and produced a smattering of blue diamond oral contraceptive."Fortification for the combat to come, gent,"he grinned, handing them around. A can of beer from the same pack washed them down."It's getting warm in here. Time to join our muffin in the buff."

It was indeed getting warm as the minuscule propane heater in the cabin went into overdrive. I realized I was about to expose my nakedness to three early men I had only just met and under stressful luck. But the bound display of the pin-up muffin's breasts and snatch pitcher between her wide spread branch was enough to ignite the fires of lust, and I began to remove my shirt and trousers.

The others did the Saami in muteness. Two primitive chairs fashioned from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree of the forest served as our dressing board. Shirts were carefully folded and placed on the seats ; pant were carefully draped over the professorship backs ; shoes and wind sleeve were carefully lined up under the professorship. All that was left was our underwear.

"Get the television camera, Alastair,"said greenback, motioning to another large backpack near the door. It was clear Alastair was the lensman in the group, and he proved it by pulling out and setting up a professional kit of lights, tripods, and photographic camera covering every angle of the bed.

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

"OK,"I thought."They want a display. Just act naturally."My raw angle of dip was to sample her pussy before I fucked her, so I crawled onto the bed between her ramification and separated her labia with my digit to get a good looking at her cunt and arouse myself. As I bent to lap up and down and around her clit, I was mindful out of the corner of my eye of Alastair's tv camera zooming in on my oral succour. The muffin lifted her head briefly to gaze down her belly at the top of my head fringed with grey hair as my mouth sucked in her clitoris and sent lightning jiffy through her loins.

Before long, I was breathing heavily and so was she. My lust was up, and I could feel the oral contraceptive pill kicking in as my ablaze member stiffened and streaks of sexual electrical energy exploding in my abdominal cavity and through my testicles and cock. I stood up slowly, noting that the former men were still in their underwear, watching me carefully, waiting for the revelation. Would I follow my phantasy or wilt with the tension and guilty conscience 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 coral head flaring. It wasn't as unsloped as in my juvenility, but still quite capable and still quite prominent. As I turned to present the television camera, my penis bobbed a greeting to my new protagonist."Well, well,"said government note, grinning."You look ready to accomplish a fantasy. We want to see you do her, and don't be shy."

I mounted the bed and mounted the girl. Her blue middle were subject wide and pleading, and she moaned supplications behind her clump gag, asking me not to fuck her. It suddenly occurred to me that she might be a virgin. I probed experimentally with my hammer head between her pussy lip and there encountered a barrier.

I only needed to take care over at Harold and Bill."She's a Virgo,"I said.

"Obviously,"said Harold dryly.

"So ?"said account."shtup her. We want to see this."Alastair moved closer with a video camera. Harold wielded a still camera, focussing on my erect, throbbing member now lodged in the entering to the muffin's vagina.

I gave a pelvic pushing, and the broad shelf of my glans penis disappeared between the oily wet lips of her pussy and stopped. I pulled out a bit and shoved in again.

"Uuunnnggghh,"emerged from her vocal music chords muffled by the gag. I began a series of short thrusts, sawing my penis back and forth in the lovesome ingress to her cunt, now slippery with her pussy juice between offspring labia. With each push inside, I felt my cock headland move a little farther as it banged up against her virgin barrier.

Gradually I could feel her maidenhead giving way with each thrust. I pulled back again and saw my cock head streaked with line. Almost there. With a powerful straight thrust of my hips, I drove my shaft 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 drove my penis forward again, mad with lust, feeling my penis gliding up deep into her vagina.

Bill's grin was large-minded."Alright then."Harold was beginning to breathe hard, staring at the conjunction of my shaft in the muffin's bitch. His right-hand hand slipped into his shorts and he began to knead his own penis.

Her hair was tossed across the soiled old pillow as she shook her head back and forth, squealing behind the globe gag, her eyes full and staring imprecations at me. Her brass were flushed and wet with tears. Her chin with its darling little dimpled chad trembled with emotion. Her breast was flushed down to her full breasts, their round areolas night against the Prunus persica of her skin and their nipples now pebbled and pointing straight up. She was beautiful and she was mine. She grunted and her titmouse shook as I rammed my penis into her vagina various prison term, not believing my full fate, an insufferable phantasy fulfilled here in backstage Pass.

"Up, up,"came the direction from Alastair behind the telecasting camera with a undulation of his hand."Let's see."I knew what he wanted, being a porn addict, so I raised myself up on my knee joint to expose my-cock-in-her-cunt action to their view. I thrust in and out slowly so his camera could record raft of the cock-stiffening motion of the sex act : long, boring motions of her fat hairy cunt mouth sucking around my hammer dig streaked with the white of her vaginal lubrication and the red of her vestal origin.

bank note beside Harold was now also breathing hard. He jerked down his underpants and pulled them off and began openly stroking his very heavy, deep penis to erection while staring at my cock fucking the gem's hairy unseasoned cunt.

"Put your right leg up over hers,"came Alastair's focussing. He was breathing hard too, his rear cock now making a tent of his underwear, but he kept his eye glued to the television camera viewfinder. A real pro. He knew how to make smut TV. Awkwardly I managed to get my redress foot up over her impart thigh and plant it on the bed without pulling my stopcock out of her cunt. 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 stern and hers, he saw her anguished face, her jiggling breasts, the stave curves of her belly and snatch mound, the facing pages sassing of her bitch, my cock jab in and out between them, her erect clitoris above the piece of tail, my son of a bitch and bollock, and her whoreson below. It was dirty, it was lewd, it was complete nakedness, it was total photograph of private component in the most intimate act, it was a cruel prohibit piece of tail of a teen, it was magic.

I had never felt so alive, so excited, so totally sexual. And I had an consultation who appreciated what I was doing to the girl.

Bill and Harold now flanked the muffin. Harold had removed his underpants. His thick penis stuck up proudly under his belly. I realized that these guys really loved fucking as much as I did, kindred depraved heart. He and Bill were now rubbing their putz heads around and around the muffin's pap, still staring hard at my pecker fucking into her cunt with long, business firm strokes."You OK ?"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 squiffy, ready to explode into her snatch. Alastair moved to the face of the bed for a large-minded barb of the piece of ass. peak and Harold retreated beside him. I covered the muffin and kissed her nerve as I thrust my cock faster and faster into her cunt. I raised myself up on one hand and fondled her left tit while the other take a hop hard as I fucked her snatch, my hips now a fuzz in the bowl of her outstretched second joint. Alastair moved behind us for a low point guesswork of rooster in cunt, the pussy sass now foaming with her aroused lubrications.

I was now in a zone of sum lust. The universe contracted to my consistence attacking hers. My member was hot and throbbing, sending electric shock throughout my entirely body. I was also aware of my audience, these three naked men now silent as the hold up moment of this fuck roared to a orgasm. My shaft pounded intemperate and fast into the muffin's intimate porta, the sacred vagina awaiting the sacrament of sperm cell.

"Ouuugh. Ouuuugghhff,"I grunted as my orgasm hit me. My shaft stiffened in her puss and began to spirt cum into her vaginal profoundness. I thrust and thrust and thrust until the last pearl of seed had left my turncock and I began a dull relaxation behavior 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 gem would yield our DNA and make us trackable by the police. And I had just come in her pussy. Harold later explained to me that the blackout drug was so good that the muffin would not surmise what had happened to her. He had a soothing cream that would admit the soreness out of her cunt and other parts of her organic structure we abused, and even if she suspected foul play in her intimate parts, our semen would be absorbed into her trunk by the time she convinced a doctor or forensic examiner to investigate the cognitive content of her vagina.

They would, of class, confirm that she had been fucked and was no longer a virgin, but they would have no evidence linking us to the criminal offense. He and the other two, he assured me, had been fucking local teen for two years now, and no trace of their activities here in offstage base on balls had yet been found.

It appears I had been very lucky to have been made a part of this marvellous band of intimate reprobate. They knew what they wanted and knew how to get it. With my libido on high alert and my deficiency of ethics, I fit in with the group perfectly .