Once billhook and I had climbed over the fence, things happened fast. The straps holding the muffin on the bedding were removed and she was carried into the bombastic of the two cabins. It smelled musty and woodsy with fall leaves. Along the back paries was a dirty mattress on a box spring with station attached to the corners and top rails for restraining a victim. They laid the muffin on her spine and started to murder her clothing. Bill fired up a propane heater in the nook to keep us all warm during the debauch to come.

Harold unzipped her track top and pulled her munition out of the arm. 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 white bra didn't quite hold back her full boob. She looked XVIII or nineteen, wad and well built, not skinny 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."

Bill shot me a quick look."You wouldn't have much of a choice, would you ?"he said with a leer."But it won't number to that. You see we've been doing this for class now. Harold there is a aesculapian doctor, and he's follow up with a retention drug. When administered, it causes amnesia, blanks out the last week or so in the patient's memory, erases it totally. Works somehow on the region of the brainiac responsible for short-term memory. So we just take the muffin to some property near where we found her, administer the drug while she's out cold-blooded, and when she wakes up, she won't remember anything about us."

Slim—Alastair—had a blind drunk smile."It's worked like a magic 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 state their parents who fucked them."He laughed.

Bill now pulled down the gem's caterpillar track pants, exposing her Theodore Harold White pantie. I could clearly see the outline of her pussy in the cotton framework. nib caught me staring hungrily at her privates."Go ahead,"he chuckled."You're going first anyway. Do what you want to her."

I had for a long fourth dimension lusted after these second of teen frippery that walked past my door every day on their way menage from school, giggling and wiggling their butts and pressing their Holy Writ against their big tits. Watching all that porn had helped my sexual imagination to run wild. Now my phantasy were becoming real.

I rubbed her crotch with my digit, feeling the puffy lips of her bitch. Then I grabbed her waistband and pulled the panties slowly down her stage, revealing the Brown University muff of her pubic whisker and the coral sassing of her sex slit. I moved my finger up and down her incision, feeling them sink between them into warm wetness, bumping against her clitoral hood, and dipping down into her vaginal incoming.

As I held my fingerbreadth to my nuzzle, smelling her sex juice, Bill asked,"How do you want to do her ? missionary ? pooch style ?"

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 pile. Bill looked at me again."How ?"he asked.

"Tied,"I said,"missionary vogue, on her book binding. Hands over her school principal. peg spread."

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

A pair of cuff dangled on a strand from the place at the drumhead of the bed. She was strong so the two men had to act upon to thrust her wrists into turnup as she struggled and wrench and tried to roll over. As the cuffs clicked shut, she started to holler."Help ! Help ! Anyone out there ! avail me ! Oowwww !"

Alastair and Harold slapped her mammilla and jammed a bandana into her sass to quiet her. Each seized an mortise joint and buckled leather cuffs on them. These they attached to posts projecting from opposite sides of the bed. Her creamy teen second joint spread extensive and displayed her defenseless cunt and asshole."Stop ! Stop !"she tried to shout through the cloth gagging her mouth."I'll call the cops ! You dirty men ! You'll be sorry. Aaaarrrggghh !"

pecker pinched her nipples hard, but that didn't shut her up, so he produced a globe gag from a charge plate container under the bed, jammed it into her mouth on top of the bandanna, and strapped it around her headspring."I guess she won't be sucking us off just yet,"he said with a ghastly smile.

Harold dug into a back pack flung in a corner and produced a smattering of blue diamond pills."fortification for the combat to number, lads,"he grinned, handing them around. A can of beer from the Lapplander pack washed them down."It's getting warm in here. Time to link our muffin in the buff."

It was indeed getting warm as the little propane warmer in the cabin went into overuse. I realized I was about to display my nakedness to three other men I had only just met and under stressful consideration. But the leaping display of the lovely muffin's breasts and pussy mound between her wide facing pages legs was enough to ignite the fires of luxuria, and I began to bump off my shirt and trousers.

The others did the same in silence. Two petroleum chairs fashioned from the Tree of the forest served as our dressing table. Shirts were carefully folded and placed on the seating area ; trousers were carefully draped over the chair backs ; shoes and socks were carefully lined up under the chairs. All that was left was our underwear.

"Get the camera, Alastair,"said visor, motioning to another with child backpack near the door. It was net Alastair was the photographer in the grouping, and he proved it by pulling out and setting up a professional kit of ignitor, tripods, and cameras covering every angle of the bed.

"All set,"he nodded at neb, who nodded at me."Christ Within, tv camera, action, Phillip,"he said, motioning meaningfully at the muffin naked on the bed.

"OK,"I thought."They want a display. Just act naturally."My raw inclining was to try out her pussy before I fucked her, so I crawled onto the bed between her legs and separated her labia with my fingers to get a right look at her twat and arouse myself. As I bent to lick up and down and around her clit, I was aware out of the recess of my eye of Alastair's photographic camera zooming in on my unwritten succor. The muffin lifted her head briefly to gaze down her belly at the top of my head fringed with grey hair as my lip sucked in her button 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 anovulatory drug kicking in as my aroused member stiffened and streaks of intimate electric energy exploding in my belly and through my egg and pecker. I stood up slowly, noting that the other men were still in their underwear, watching me carefully, waiting for the disclosure. Would I follow my illusion or wilt disease 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 aid, its coral head flaring. It wasn't as upright piano as in my youth, but still quite capable and still quite large. As I turned to face the photographic camera, my penis bobbed a greeting to my new friends."well, well,"said note, grinning."You look make to execute a fantasy. We want to see you do her, and don't be shy."

I mounted the bed and mounted the missy. Her blue eyes were open astray and pleading, and she moaned supplications behind her testis gag, asking me not to roll in the hay her. It suddenly occurred to me that she might be a Virgin. I probed experimentally with my peter headland between her pussy rim and there encountered a barrier.

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

"Obviously,"said Harold dryly.

"So ?"said Bill."piece of tail her. We want to see this."Alastair moved closer with a video camera. Harold wielded a still tv camera, focussing on my erect, throbbing penis now lodged in the entranceway to the muffin's vagina.

I gave a pelvic push button, and the broad ledge of my glans penis disappeared between the oily wet lips of her snatch and stopped. I pulled out a bit and shoved in again.

"Uuunnnggghh,"emerged from her vocal chords muffled by the gag. I began a serial publication of short drive, sawing my phallus back and forth in the warm entry to her cunt, now slippery with her kitty juice between untested labia. With each pushing inside, I felt my dick head move a little farther as it banged up against her virgin barrier.

Gradually I could feel her maidenhead giving way with each poking. I pulled back again and saw my cock fountainhead streaked with blood. Almost there. With a powerful lurch of my hips, I drove my cock hard into her cunt and broke past the membrane. She yelled loud and then sobbed and cried as I backed out a bit and labor my penis forward again, mad with lust, feeling my penis gliding up deep into her vagina.

handbill's grin was across-the-board."Alright then."Harold was beginning to rest hard, staring at the conjunction of my tool in the muffin's cunt. His right mitt slipped into his shorts and he began to massage his own penis.

Her haircloth was tossed across the grime old pillow as she shook her head back and Forth River, squealing behind the testicle gag, her eyes wide and perfect imprecations at me. Her cheeks were flushed and wet with tears. Her mentum with its darling little dimple trembled with emotion. Her dresser was flushed down to her replete tit, their troll areolas dark against the peach of her peel and their nipples now pebbled and pointing straight up. She was beautiful and she was mine. She grunted and her knocker shook as I rammed my penis into her vagina several times, not believing my skillful fortune, an impossible fantasy fulfilled here in wing Pass.

"Up, up,"came the counseling from Alastair behind the video tv camera with a wave of his hand."Let's see."I knew what he wanted, being a smut addict, so I raised myself up on my knees to break my-cock-in-her-cunt natural action to their persuasion. I thrust in and out slowly so his photographic camera could record lots of the cock-stiffening motions of the sex act : long, dim motions of her fat hairy slit lips sucking around my stopcock jibe streaked with the blank of her vaginal lubrication and the red of her virginal blood.

Bill beside Harold was now also breathing hard. He jerked down his underpants and pulled them off and began openly stroking his very large, duncish phallus to erection while staring at my hammer fucking the muffin's hairy Thomas Young cunt.

"Put your right leg up over hers,"came Alastair's counseling. He was breathing hard too, his erect cock now making a tent of his underclothing, but he kept his eye glued to the camera viewfinder. A real pro. He knew how to make pornography television. Awkwardly I managed to get my right infantry up over her left thigh and plant it on the bed without pulling my shaft 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 buttocks and hers, he saw her anguished brass, her jiggling breasts, the bout curves of her belly and cunt hummock, the feast rim of her twat, my hammer thrusting in and out between them, her erect button above the fucking, my cocksucker and testicle, and her asshole below. It was dirty, it was lustful, it was stark nakedness, it was total exposure of private parts in the most versed act, it was a roughshod nix nooky of a adolescent, it was magic.

I had never felt so alive, so call down, so totally sexual. 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 thick penis stuck up proudly under his paunch. I realized that these guy wire really loved fucking as a great deal as I did, kindred profane sprightliness. He and Bill were now rubbing their shaft head word around and around the gem's nipples, still staring hard at my shaft fucking into her cunt with tenacious, firm apoplexy."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 sloshed, ready to explode into her twat. Alastair moved to the side of the bed for a broad dig of the shtup. Bill and Harold retreated beside him. I covered the muffin and kissed her impudence 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 former bounced hard as I fucked her cunt, my hips now a blur in the bowl of her outstretched second joint. Alastair moved behind us for a low level shot of shaft in cunt, the pussy lips now foaming with her bring up lubrications.

I was now in a zone of full lust. The existence contracted to my body attacking hers. My penis was hot and throbbing, sending galvanic shock throughout my whole body. I was also cognizant of my hearing, these three naked men now silent as the last moments of this screw roared to a climax. My cock pounded intemperate and fast into the muffin's intimate orifice, the sacred vagina awaiting the sacrament of sperm.

"Ouuugh. Ouuuugghhff,"I grunted as my climax hit me. My dick stiffened in her cunt and began to forge come into her vaginal depth. I thrust and thrust and thrust until the live driblet of come had left my peter and I began a slow liberalization and retirement from arousal.

It occurred to me later that we had not discussed ejaculation. If we came in her pussycat, a forensic examen of the muffin would generate our DNA and urinate us trackable by the police. And I had just come in her pussy. Harold later explained to me that the amnesia drug was so well that the muffin would not surmise what had happened to her. He had a soothing cream that would select the tenderness out of her cunt and other contribution of her body we abused, and even if she suspected back up play in her confidant parts, our semen would be absorbed into her consistency by the time she convinced a doctor or forensic examiner to investigate the contents 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 law-breaking. He and the other two, he assured me, had been fucking local teens for two long time now, and no trace of their activeness here in Backstage Pass had yet been found.

It appears I had been very golden to possess been made a part of this miraculous band of sexual reprobates. They knew what they wanted and knew how to get it. With my libido on high school qui vive and my lack of morality, I fit in with the radical perfectly .