My poor people Girlfriend….

Fran we will call her was always a lilliputian bit of a tease. She would dress really provocatively and loved the attention for doing this. The cat calls, whistling, spanks on the ass. It form of ticked me off a little, but I was also felicitous I had such a hot girlfriend.

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

She would always express mirth and shrug it off and tell me I was over reacting. I had a ceaseless boner.

Spring came and then summer. It was an extremely warm summertime and all the girls dressed so scantily now a days. Mine was no different. I swear her boxers got shorter every year. I want miss looked like her when I went to college or university !

Fran would bike constantly and her legs would firm and tan like crazy. She told me how trucker would beep 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 air mile and then thrust her out defenseless and spent on the position of the highway.

She was just over five feet tall and had slimmed down to a nice 110 quid. Her 36dd knocker stood out at attention from her monotone venter. Her ball up bee ass was round and firm. Long chocolate-brown whisker 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 skimpy slutty little jean shortstop I would drag her to the bedroom or throw her over the back of the lounge or onto the dining room table. I would pump her total of cum. She would laugh and ride me more.

The pitiful miss did not actualize how loony she was driving me. She was innocent and a teasing. I needed to make a plan to make her learn a deterrent example. We had a proficient open relationship so I did not manage how this moral played out. In fact it excited me a lot.

Fran would always go down to the beach or go on long cost increase by herself. I warned her all the meter to watch out for bad Guy that she might come upon and take vantage of her. She laughed and said she could take on precaution of herself. I thought to myself if I was bad and saw a hot little gal walking in the woodwind I would accept vantage of her. So would others !

I set off to hatch my program. Fran always had one area she liked to boost to. It was remote and about 6 miles in the shrub. The end of the trail came out onto a prissy sandy beach with bombastic rocky cliffs. The waving would drown out any thigh-slapper and no one ever hiked in there. There were also a variety of caves that could be useful.

Todays salary increase was no different. Fran put on the aphrodisiacal shortest couplet of worn out old jean Guess denim shorts. The movement snowy pouch hung below the cut off peg and contrasted nicely on her bronzed firm pegleg. From waistline to fathom the trunks were only a scant 8 inches. She wore a loaded Edward Douglas White Jr. t shirt and underneath the thinnest two piece White person bikini ever. She had little pom pom wind sock and moon curser. A niggling white flush hat held a single trot shadower out the cover. I wanted to skip over her so bad but I waited instead for my architectural plan to hatch.

She gave me a little quite a little on the face and laughed as she could see I had a wood in my pant. She told me she would be back in 3 hour.

That is what you think I chuckled in my top dog.

I watched her round small 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 rough root covered gravel trail the hot sun beat down on her. She stopped and grabbed a boozing of body of water from her piss bottleful accidentally spilling it down the social movement of her t shirt. The thin clean shirt was now crystalline. Her wet tanned stomach stuck to it and the bikini outline showed. This caused her to remove her shirt and put it in the fiddling plaid face pack sack she brought with her.

When the shirt was removed large 36dd bosom were exposed covered by the smallest strand bikini ever. The bikini barely held her bronze titty in. She sprayed more piss from the H2O bottle over her head and down her movement. Her tan glistened.

The wage increase continued…..

Eventually she made it to the beach. turgid 7 foot waves crashed loudly against the shoring. A unassailable malarkey blew from the south towards land. The wind although secure was made up of warm air.

Fran stood closed her centre and inhaled the unfermented sea air in. It smelled great.

The design ran like clockwork. Two tall good looking male 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 hike. They asked her to connect them down the beach near the cliff area. Fran said yes.

As she walked down the beach the males pulled some beer from a pack. They offered her one and she took it. The frigidity beer tasted not bad after a farseeing warm hike. She finished it in no time.

Fran did start to get a little nervous as they walked further and further from the lead. They were starting to get into the drop surface area. She hesitated for a minute but the guys convinced her to proceed. She thought they were nice.

Around a corner they came to a fire and a large cliff possibility. Around the flaming sat another 10 guys. They were all drinking beers.

Fran giggled nervously to herself in her head teacher and liked seeing all the boastfully male person 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 head to toe. She knew they wanted to fuck her. This aroused her slightly.

One male person went into the mouth of the cave and set up a camera. He then used a cadre phone and called someone. Fran watched and could hear him ask somebody on the phone what they wanted first. She could see a smile on his case and nodding of his head.

The Male said to the early guy cable,"okay boys, lets go ”.

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 males holding each limb held them like vices.

On the wall just inside the cave was a set of wrist joint trammel. They secured her by her wrist with her hands stretched well above her head. Her toes kicked at the minuscule pebbles barely touching the cave floor. She had no traction.

The one male stayed on the telephone set to take charge and also operated a camera. U/k to Fran a hold out feed was directed to a person or many people.

Fran begged and pleaded as the male all undressed. She knew they each were going to have a go at it her defencelessly little consistence somewhere. Large custody caressed and touched her cloak dead body everywhere. One Male kissed her sticking his spit far down her throat.
He held her by her neck.

The male on the sound told the other male not to allow her to cum. She had to be taught a lesson first.

Fran eventually wiggled and squirmed herself to the point of enervation. She hung there as the Male rubbed every close inch of her body. Her nipples erect and hard. Tingling in her insides. Her pussy pulsated.

She looked around and observed all sizing of heavily engorged shaft ranging in distance from 7 to 15 inch. The fearfulness showed in her eyes.

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

"Remove her clothes"the male on the earphone ordered. A elementary pull released the bikini top. It fell to the ground and was stepped on by the Male surrounding her. Her tumid house toothsome tits stood straight out. Each one received attention by rubbing, squeezing or being sucked on. Her pap were sore. Hard as little stone.

Pre cum wet hammer heads rubbed against her drawers and legs making the tan glisten.
Her jeans shorts ripped effortlessly down her wooden leg revealing a little trilateral string bottom Bikini. It had become wet from the attention. The males cheered. Each English string was gently pulled on revealing a shaved swollen clit. A male knelt down and started flicking it with his long ophidian like tongue. This gave Fran a butterfly sensation in her stomach. The tongue worked little 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 incredible orgasm ever. The male person on the phone could tell. He told them to stop and let her get worked up. After awhile they went back to work stimulating her some more.

The hot summer day made her sweat. Her integral body glistened as she hung limp tired and exhausted. Held up by two arm trammel. Her neck opening exhausted could not take hold her straits up. It fell forward, her long John Brown stringy soaked hair covering her font. Little pre orgasmic groan emitted from somewhere under the hair.

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

As the picture was watched the individual watching and giving orders rubbed their toilsome as rock cock. It was so good and controlling barking out orders and having them followed. It was like making their very own porn. All 9 inches of steel could bollocks up at any metre.

The video contingent was unbelievable. Frans facial expressions were captured when her wet hair's-breadth was pulled back. She unwittingly stared at the camera. A banal spent and exhausted boldness. But the smell in her big puppy dog brown eyes begged them to give her the biggest orgasm ever. She had so much pent up energy in her. A porn actor could not feature done it better than short Fran. Her combat, sounds and trend were spot on. Then her exhaustion and pleading. The sound captured every little cry, moan and confess she emitted. The sweat on her tanned body glistened and dripped. The males around her like a pack of wild brute teased and tortured her up to climax repeatedly and then stopped.

Eventually Fran could not handle it anymore. She screamed at them and then begged them to get to her cum. She had been brought to the threshold at least 5 multiplication. She had to unblock her pent up push. This made the males laugh. They had their directions.

They unchained her and put her on her knees…her leg like jello trembled. Two tumid cocks were placed in each of her free hands. She instinctively jerked them. He hands barely capable to grasp around them. The perimeter vast. She could experience they were hard and the veins engorged.

Another male person stood facing her. Her grabbed her wet glutinous pilus and pulled her face towards his peter. It jammed down her throat making her choke. Fran successfully jerked the tow cocks off almost at the same sentence. She felt tender magnanimous quantities of cum spray down her mammilla and venter. The males moaning and grunting.

The male person fucking her backtalk squeezed her hair and wrenched her case against his organic structure. Cum was injected down her throat. oodles. She swallowed his plentiful quantities of infant juice.

For the next three hr guy had their way with her. She was doubled by the two self-aggrandising guy wire. Her piddling business firm tanned soundbox was sandwiched and dwarfed by then as they fucked her in unison. One overly expectant sized cock in her ass and the other in her twat. She actually liked the spirit of being stuffed like that even though it hurt a lot. She felt them pump her full-of-the-moon of cum. Their cock throbbed as they released their seed into her. So much that it oozed down the interior of her trembling legs. She knew one of these animals would impregnate her. Which one she thought.

One death order of magnitude was given by the inscrutable person on the other end of the video feed.
Fran was flipped onto her articulatio genus. Her limb grabbed and bedspread to her position made to grasp two more peter. A male lay under her and entered her twat. Another knelt and forced his way easily into her cum covered moist asshole with a turncock that made her scream. Two Male stood facing her almost sword fighting to vie for her sass. The early Male surrounded her and jerked their cocks. They were jolty. She received so a great deal cum it would be in her for days.

She felt the warm spray from turncock hitting her back and hair. She felt like such a whore. These men were just destroying her. The men fucking her ass and cunt had no room left. Their cum sprayed out of her already full insides. She swallowed the last two loads in her mouth.

The video recording continued. On the other end the Male making the parliamentary procedure came 3 times. He thought that lilliputian tease deserved that. Would it teach her a lesson ?

Fran exhausted fell asleep when the male person were done. She eventually woke up and found most of her clothes. Her breast and stomach bruised and covered with hickies. Her ass well pounded and pussy dripped with cum. These bozo knew what they were doing. They had not allowed her to cum. She had a glazed tone in her eyes. Her binding stained and dirty and hair looked like a messed up bird nest.

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

She slowly walked out of the bush and returned house. 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 clique ravaged and had their way with her.

At home she did not evidence her swain what had happened. Could he tell ... did he recognise ?