My poor Girlfriend….

Fran we will squall her was always a slight bit of a coquette. She would dress really provocatively and loved the attention for doing this. The cat calls, tin whistle, spanks on the ass. It sort of ticked me off a piffling, but I was also happy I had such a hot lady friend.

I repeatedly told her not to dress the way she did in the summer. Little jean shorts with the pockets sticking out the bottoms and a tight tee shirt that showed her well formed mid gallery. I said if it turned me on the way it did imagine other guys and missy that looked at you.

She would always laugh and shrug it off and tell me I was over reacting. I had a constant boner.

Spring came and then summertime. It was an extremely quick summer and all the young woman dressed so scantily now a Clarence Day. Mine was no unlike. I swear her shorts got shorter every class. I wish well girls looked like her when I went to college or university !

Fran would pedal constantly and her legs would firm and tan like crazy. She told me how truckers would toot at her on the highway and probably hitch off as they drove by. Once a van had stopped and told her to hop in. She said if she had they would have probably ravaged her for Roman mile and then thrown her out defenseless and spent on the side of meat of the highway.

She was just over five feet marvelous and had slimmed down to a skillful 110 pounds. Her 36dd tit stood out at attending from her flat stomach. Her bumble bee ass was round and house. Long brown hair stopped just above her ass.

By mid summer I was fucking her twice a day. She looked so hot. As soon as I saw her in lean slutty little jean boxershorts I would cart her to the bedroom or throw her over the back of the sofa or onto the dining elbow room table. I would pump her full of cum. She would laugh and tease me more.

The piteous girl did not substantiate how crazy she was driving me. She was sinless and a tease. I needed to make a plan to hit her learn a example. We had a good assailable kinship so I did not care how this lesson played out. In fact it excited me a lot.

Fran would always go down to the beach or go on long hikes by herself. I warned her all the clip to watch out for bad guys that she might come upon and use up advantage of her. She laughed and said she could consume care of herself. I thought to myself if I was bad and saw a hot little gal walk in the wood I would necessitate advantage of her. So would others !

I set off to cover my plan. Fran always had one region she liked to hike to. It was remote and about 6 miles in the bush. The end of the trail came out onto a dainty sandy beach with orotund bumpy cliffs. The waves would swim out any screams and no one ever hiked in there. There were also a form of caves that could be useful.

Todays hike was no dissimilar. Fran put on the sexiest shortest dyad of worn out old denim Guess jean shorts. The front white pockets hung below the cut off peg and contrasted nicely on her suntanned firm legs. From shank to penetrate the boxers were only a scant 8 inches. She wore a stringent whitened t shirt and underneath the thinnest two piece white bikini ever. She had trivial pom pom socks and runners. A petty Edward D. White peak hat held a single pony tooshie out the back. I wanted to jump her so bad but I waited instead for my plan to dream up.

She gave me a niggling stack on the cheek and laughed as she could see I had a Grant Wood in my bloomers. She told me she would be back in 3 minute.

That is what you think I chuckled in my drumhead.

I watched her round piffling ass wiggle as she walked away. I had some doubts. Should I put her through this I wondered….hell yah. She will enjoy it. She really really needed to be taught a lesson.

As she walked along the rocky root covered rile trail the hot sun beat down on her. She stopped and grabbed a drink of H2O from her water bottle accidentally spilling it down the front of her t shirt. The flimsy white shirt was now transparent. Her wet tanned bear stuck to it and the two-piece outline showed. This caused her to dispatch her shirt and put it in the little plaid battalion firing she brought with her.

When the shirt was removed prominent 36dd breasts were exposed covered by the smallest drawstring Bikini ever. The two-piece barely held her tanned bosom in. She sprayed more piddle from the water bottle over her drumhead and down her forepart. Her tan glistened.

The hike continued…..

Eventually she made it to the beach. Large 7 understructure waves crashed loudly against the shore. A hard wind blew from the southward towards land. The twist although strong was made up of ardent air.

Fran stood closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh sea air in. It smelled great.

The plan ran like clockwork. Two grandiloquent undecomposed looking males emerged from the drop-off area and started walking down the beach towards Fran. She was surprised as she had never ever encountered anyone here.

The came up to her and started some small talk. Fran blushed.

The males said they were visiting from out of town and on a rise. They asked her to join them down the beach near the drop surface area. Fran said yes.

As she walked down the beach the male pulled some beer from a ring. They offered her one and she took it. The cold beer tasted great after a foresightful warm hiking. She finished it in no time.

Fran did depart to get a little flighty as they walked further and further from the lead. They were starting to get into the cliff expanse. She hesitated for a minute but the guys convinced her to continue. She thought they were nice.

Around a corner they came to a firing and a heavy cliff opening. Around the fire sat another 10 guys. They were all drinking beers.

Fran giggled nervously to herself in her caput and liked seeing all the large males at the beach.

She sat down and before she realized had consumed another 4 beers. By now the hot sun and deficiency of food went to her head. She could feel a bit of a skin coming on.

She also realized all the males were looking her up and down from caput to toe. She knew they wanted to fuck her. This aroused her slightly.

One Male went into the mouth of the cave and set up a camera. He then used a cadre sound and called mortal. Fran watched and could pick up him ask someone on the phone what they wanted first. She could see a smile on his face and nodding of his capitulum.

The male said to the other guy rope,"okay boys, lets starting ”.

With that Fran was picked up before she knew what was going on and carried into the cave. She squealed and kicked and squirmed and tried to fight to get away but the 4 male holding each limb held them like frailty.

On the paries just inside the cave was a set of wrist bond. They secured her by her wrist with her hands stretched well above her head word. Her toes kicked at the picayune pebbles barely touching the cave flooring. She had no traction.

The one male stayed on the phone to acquire directions and also operated a camera. U/k to Fran a bouncy feed was directed to a person or many people.

Fran begged and pleaded as the males all undressed. She knew they each were going to fuck her defenseless slight body somewhere. Large hands caressed and touched her clothed body everywhere. One male kissed her sticking his clapper far down her throat.
He held her by her neck.

The Male on the headphone told the other males not to allow her to cum. She had to be taught a lesson first.

Fran eventually wiggled and squirmed herself to the degree of exhaustion. She hung there as the male rubbed every conclusion inch of her body. Her nipples erect and hard. Tingling in her insides. Her pussy pulsated.

She looked around and observed all size of it of hard engorged cocks ranging in length from 7 to 15 inches. The fear showed in her eyes.

Fran started yelling and screaming at showtime but then she cried, whimpered and moaned. They were breaking her down.

"Remove her clothes"the male on the phone ordered. A simple pull released the bikini top. It fell to the land and was stepped on by the males surrounding her. Her large firm luscious tits stood straight out. Each one received tending by rubbing, squeezing or being sucked on. Her nipples were sensible. Hard as little rock'n'roll.

Pre cum wet cock promontory rubbed against her shorts and legs making the tan glisten.
Her jean drawers ripped effortlessly down her legs revealing a little Triangle string merchantman bikini. It had become wet from the attention. The males cheered. Each side train was gently pulled on revealing a shaved swollen-headed button. A male knelt down and started flicking it with his long snake like lingua. This gave Fran a butterfly sensation in her venter. The lingua worked small circles around and the clit and then darted in and out of her pussy.

Fran felt like she was going to explode with the most unbelievable orgasm ever. The male on the earphone could tell. He told them to hold back and let her get worked up. After awhile they went back to work stimulating her some more.

The hot summer day made her perspiration. Her total soundbox glistened as she hung limp tired and exhausted. Held up by two arm shackles. Her neck opening exhausted could not hold her headland up. It fell forward, her long brown stringy soaked hair covering her face. Little pre orgasmic moans emitted from somewhere under the hair.

The video was streaming perfectly. All guidance were being followed to a tee.

As the video was watched the person watching and giving orders rubbed their concentrated as rock music pecker. It was so safe and controlling barking out orders and having them followed. It was like making their very own pornography. All 9 inches of blade could blow at any time.

The video item was incredible. Frans facial expressions were captured when her wet fuzz was pulled back. She unwittingly stared at the photographic camera. A tired spent and exhausted face. But the look in her big puppy dog brown center begged them to apply her the vainglorious orgasm ever. She had so much pent up energy in her. A porno worker could not have done it just than poor Fran. Her fight, sounds and drift were spot on. Then her debilitation and pleading. The sound captured every little cry, moan and oink she emitted. The sweat on her tanned body glistened and dripped. The males around her like a pack of untamed creature teased and tortured her up to culminate repeatedly and then stopped.

Eventually Fran could not handle it anymore. She screamed at them and then begged them to make her cum. She had been brought to the threshold at to the lowest degree 5 clock time. She had to unfreeze her pent up muscularity. This made the males laugh. They had their directions.

They unchained her and put her on her knees…her legs like Jell-O trembled. Two large tool were placed in each of her free hands. She instinctively jerked them. He hands barely able to dig around them. The perimeter Brobdingnagian. She could finger they were heavy and the veins engorged.

Another male stood facing her. Her grabbed her wet sticky hairsbreadth and pulled her face towards his cock. It jammed down her pharynx making her choking coil. Fran successfully jerked the tow cocks off almost at the Lapp clock time. She felt warm bombastic quantities of cum spray down her tits and stomach. The males moaning and grunting.

The male fucking her oral cavity squeezed her hair and wrenched her face against his body. Cum was injected down her pharynx. Lots. She swallowed his copious quantity of baby juice.

For the next three hours guys had their way with her. She was doubled by the two biggest hombre. Her picayune firm tanned dead body was sandwiched and dwarfed by then as they fucked her in unison. One overly large sized cock in her ass and the other in her pussy. She actually liked the feeling of being stuffed like that even though it hurt a lot. She felt them pump her full of cum. Their dicks throbbed as they released their seed into her. So much that it oozed down the inside of her palpitation legs. She knew one of these animal would impregnate her. Which one she thought.

One in conclusion ordination was given by the mysterious person on the early end of the TV feed.
Fran was flipped onto her articulatio genus. Her weaponry grabbed and bedcover to her side of meat made to grasp two more peter. A male lay under her and entered her cunt. Another knelt and forced his way easily into her cum covered damp bunghole with a cock that made her scream. Two males stood facing her almost sword fighting to vie for her mouth. The other males surrounded her and jerked their cocks. They were crude. She received so much cum it would be in her for days.

She felt the warm spray from cocks hitting her back and hair. She felt like such a sporting lady. These men were just destroying her. The men fucking her ass and slit had no room left. Their cum sprayed out of her already entire insides. She swallowed the last two slews in her mouth.

The video continued. On the other end the male making the orders came 3 time. He thought that footling coquette deserved that. Would it teach her a lesson ?

Fran exhausted fell asleep when the males were done. She eventually woke up and found most of her apparel. Her breast and stomach bruised and covered with hickies. Her ass well pounded and pussy dripped with cum. These hombre knew what they were doing. They had not allowed her to cum. She had a glassy flavor in her eyes. Her back stained and dirty and hair looked like a messed up dame nest.

She slipped her wet cum covered short pants on and tee shirt. The Male had used both to wipe off their stopcock after they had had their way with her. The clothing smelled like sex.

She slowly walked out of the George W. Bush and returned home. At least cum from 5 men dripped between her shorts and down her legs. She could not stop it. If you saw her walking you would think that poor girl looks like a pack ravaged and had their way with her.

At home she did not tell her young man what had happened. Could he tell ... did he live ?