Heather !

Keith Samuel Johnson pushed the two bicyclist filled with bank identification number of supplies across the grease parking lot towards the removed set of barn and stable. He was dying to get set up before too many comer for today's rodeo, and as a stable mitt, he needed to be ready when the passenger showed up.

fanny him, his wife Heather was gathering her own supplying, arranging food in her ice chest so that she could bicycle them to the opposite side underneath the alloy bleachers where her hot dog stand was located. She and her husband worked every rodeo they could and the extra income helped in raising their two Young daughter.

Heather was feeling commodity. The day was hot but the skies were clear and she expected a big crowd. Anticipating the heat, the 37 year old blonde had dressed lightly wearing a tight garden pink tee shirt with a scooped cervix line above short shorts. Since the intellectual nourishment John Wilkes Booth were located under the far bleacher, she didn't have to occupy about baking in the sun, she only had to stay sang-froid as salutary she could.

Her outfit was new. heather had finally regained her shape after working hard to drop off the excess weight she had put on during her two gestation. Now, she had a slopped waist and she was pleased that her breasts had stayed plump and firm. She worked out three meter a week, focusing mostly on her bottom and her ramification and the issue were plain to see. She knew that many of her male person client bought their food for thought from her not because of her preparation, but because they liked to stare and she loved being the center of their attention. There weren't many regular at the events that hadn't paid more than a lilliputian attention to her ample bosom and she chose her bras carefully so that just a little, but not too lots, nipple showed through when they perked up.

windup the back of the mini-van, heather mixture pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the early fundament. Her path to food post was a long one. Parking was on the opposite word face of the bleacher and she would have to walk along their length, cross the back side of the theater of operations and cut under the magniloquent metal Bench before she arrived at her destination.

The near bleachers had once been open underneath but after haunt combat, teen necking, drunkard passing out and the relentless wind that blew trash under the stairs, direction had installed operose vinyl radical concealment attached to the blade funding with duncish cord running through grommets. The covert were attached about 6 inch above the dry land and continued up about 8 feet so that the stallion section under the bleachers was screened from casual view.

Kevin Dillon and lustrelessness Miller stood together inside the screened in orbit and peered through scratch between the screens and the upright watching Heather descend finisher. former, they had cut one of the thick electric cord in order to fall away in and under the structure where they drank a piffling and smoked some of Kevin's grass. Each of the 24 year old men were there to be rodeo goof and both had previously met broom when dressed in their costumes. Like many customers, they drooled over her alluring titty and shapely figure and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a chance. Over the past calendar month they conspired to have their way with her and today they intended to abide by through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy body tug and get out the heavy tank along the grating path.

"Anyone else around ”, asked Matt as he walked closer to the edge of the bleachers.

"Nope ”, replied Kevin."Looks like we got lucky."

Heather had broken into a lite sweat as she walked along the path. She hated parking so far away and she really wanted her husband to set her up first so that she could forefend most of the grunt work but today they were running late and she had to go it alone. Her body ached and she knew that she'd be setting up a spa date for Monday afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

"Get set ”, said Kevin as Calluna vulgaris walked towards the men hiding behind the screen. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two twain of cowboy boot just under the edge of the vinyl but she was too come to about keeping the ice chest upright as she navigated the rutted path.

Heather passed close to the now unlocked screen and the two men stepped out behind her. Kevin took the lead.

"Hey, I can aid with that ”, he said. heather mixture spun around surprised by the voice. Kevin grabbed the handle of one cooler and Matt took the other.

"Oh no….I'm fine"she said, her voice quivering slightly.

"Yeah well, I don't think so"said lustrelessness as he pulled the cooler grip and grabbed her waist. Her cry was muffled by his big hand and with a tug, he pulled her off her pes and dragged her into the darkened and riddle region under the bleacher. Kevin pulled the coolers in behind him and wheeled them out of the way before following Matt.

broom was struggling, her center wide with fear. Matt stood at 6'3"and had a powerful physique. He never took his paw from her mouth even as he pulled her to the ground. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the pretty girl struggle. From his pocket, he pulled the 8 metrical foot length of heavy electric cord that had once been attached to the CRT screen. Folding it in half, he quickly wrapped it around the girls neck opening before running the loose ends into the loop he had made. With a quick saccade, he tightened it and the ligature began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the fucking up"Kevin whispered. Like Matt, he was marvellous and secure, dressed in a blue tartan shirt and dusty jeans along with leather cowboy chaps.

"I really don't care what happens to you so just fuckin'behave ”.

Heather stopped struggling and the two men worked to lay her fully down on her back, the cord still wrapped around her neck opening.

"Get her material off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her foreland. matte quickly tugged the cleaning woman's gym shoe off and reached for her belt.

"Nooo…."moaned Heather as she felt her bang being unbuckled. The electric cord tightened and she stopped, her thorax heave as she began to panic.

The man finished opening the buckle and unsnapped the button of her short pants before unzipping them and pulling them off of her prospicient legs. He smiled as he glanced up at her pink pantie that had slid down a few inches when her shorts were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his hands up her inner legs increasing his pleasance as he moved closer to her crotch.

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"ling whispered.

Kevin leaned down close to her ear as he watched Matt ambit for the edge of her panties.

"catch it baby, this isn't hurting you. He's just going to get a good looking at at the mellifluous twat of yours. That's all. Wan na see ?"

At that, Kevin reached behind heather neck and grabbed a handful of her gilt blonde hair. Gripping it tightly he lifted her head up until she was staring down at her splayed legs watching lustrelessness Begin to tug at her garden pink panties. Heather sobbed and sniffled as tears rolled down her face. Her breasts heaved as she watched the man at her feet slowly pull her underclothes down exposing he neatly shaved pussy to the leering men.

lustrelessness yanked the panties off of her feet and grabbed her mortise joint tightly with both hands. Spreading her legs, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released heather mixture's hair and quickly reached across her body to grab the bottom of her pinko tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her boob, exposing her sheer, pink bra before tugging it over her shoulder and off her head.

"Someone likes pink ”, Kevin laughed staring at her trembling segmentation as the cheeseparing naked woman twitched in fear.

"Yeah me !"replied Matt still holding the woman 's legs open while eyeing her overweight slit with bore eyes.

"Hehe, me too !"

Kevin reached for the bottom of Heather's bra and swiftly tugged it up and over her now nude consistence. As her branch swung up to allow the bra to be removed, Kevin grabbed them and stretched Heather's torso out, pulling her taught while mat held her base. The heaving breasts now fully stretched out were topped by light brown, hard mammilla and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

Matt started first, letting one ankle joint go and reaching for her discover pussy. Touching it, he rubbed his fingers along her labia before pinching the skin around her hooded button. heather moaned again and Kevin responded by once to a greater extent grabbing a greyback of hairsbreadth and pulling her headway up so that she could watch over the man defile her. Secure in his grasp, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her ample titmouse in his big script, rolling them around and pinching her nipples. He leaned over to look at Matt slide a finger into the cleaning lady's puss and then slid back up to lick her browned tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

"Not really but she will be. They all get wet. Can't help it. They're all jade and her cunt will be slick veridical soon"

"Just fuck her then, we don't have all day"stated Matt.

"Yeah, you're right. apply her"

Matt pulled the young woman head up again and ling watched as Kevin pulled his dungaree and boxershorts down to unwrap a midst and hard penis. She moaned a small and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her wooden leg and leaned forward putting the tip of his penis against her pussy mouth. With her head held firmly in place, she watched as the raper began sliding his thick tool into her snatch, his consistence inching towards her typeface as he wormed his muscularity into her shaking body. Fully inside her, he tilted his foreland up and looked into her split filled eyes.

"Now now, don't cry. I'm not just fucking you. I'm loving you too ”. Without warning he kissed her fully on her sassing causing the cleaning lady to shake her head trying to get him to stop. He pulled his read/write head away and focused his attention to screwing the crying womanhood under his lurching torso.

Kevin began long, gruelling strokes into the pinned down woman while she watched her own ravishment. From time to meter lusterlessness reached down to cup her titty or pinch her nipples. His tight hold on her hair forced Calluna vulgaris to watch out the man buck her and she winced as time and again his thick manhood pounded into her unwilling body.

"HEATHER… ..."came a distant voice.

heather caught her breath, freezing at the phone of her hubby voice. It sounded like it came from across the field, probably where the hot dog station was. He was looking for her. Neither man knew what had just happened and Heather was torn between calling out for help and keeping silent for her own safety and to nullify the undergarment embarrassment of being seen during a fierce sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the voice again.

Kevin increased his pace while the poor womanhood watched her trunk being raped. His prospicient and blockheaded phallus was glossy ; slippery with what Heather knew was her own juices, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing slick juices that allowed a long cock to penetrate her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and broom looked down at his twitching brawniness. She knew he had been close to climax and she held out perverse hope that he would just place his shaft back inside of her and finish. In her own mind, the sooner the men could ejaculate, the Oklahoman she could sieve out what had just happened and strike on with her life. Even now, her head held by a smiling man so that she could look on herself be violated, she found it hard to believe that LE than five or so minutes ago she was trudging happily along, eager to prepare hot dogs for athirst cowman and fans.

"Savior she's good now"said Kevin."You want some ? ”.

"I want her mouth"answered lusterlessness as he fingered her stiffened nipples.

"Flip her over then"muttered Kevin, stroking his erecting and watching Matt work the woman's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” Matt ordered, dropping heather's head and sliding back a little. Heather heard clothes shuffle and the distinctive pokey of a belt buckle and zipper being drawn down. mat moved a little and then Heather felt his hands on her berm. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the recession of her eye she saw a bobbing penis, thick but not quite toilsome on display. He had opened his blue jean to get rid of his manhood and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her mortise joint again and in unaffixed unison, the men managed to throw broom over onto her stomach. Kevin spread her peg again before running his hard-boiled mitt across her exposed ass and back, brushing the dirt and grease off her supple body. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to perform oral sex on Matt. She felt Kevin waddle up between her spread legs and she felt the comrade slap of a tempered sting drop-off on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some motions with their men and laughed a minuscule over something Heather didn't understand. Then, she felt a warm trickle of fluid land between her ass cheeks and start out to run down, puddling around her arse. A minute later another hot puddle hit the top of her arse, following the same path as the first.

Heather was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his sperm on her debunk tail. While she knew that Matt would still love her mouth, she was confident that Kevin was now just a watcher. Not that she hadn't heard of men who could cum and still fuck, it was just that she had never met one. Or even had one of her girlfriends talk about their man with wonderful staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. lustrelessness reached into her pilus once again, balling a fistful into his large helping hand and yanked her oral sex up high up. When Heather's expression was nearly to the height of Matt's own middle, he locked his gaze onto hers. Her trunk was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga move with her heavy tit swaying just barely off the ground. Her nipples occasionally swept the junk and dirt as she heaved breaths of air wondering what was next to happen.

mat continued to stare deeply into the blue air eyes of the crying woman as Kevin reached under Heather's tum and lifted her up a little. In the centre of her rapists, this was as good as it gets. A tormented cleaning lady, breasts accessible, ass lifted, legs spread and confronted with two eagre cocks about to dishonour her.

With her ass now lifted higher, Kevin spread the charwoman's ass brass and confirmed that his spit had pooled in her rosebud asshole. Pleased with the puddle, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his phallus against and slightly into Heather's small hole.

Heather lurched forward, vainly trying to avoid what she knew was about to take place.

"No no no no no no ... I can't..it won't….I've never….please don't…..I've never ... please, I'll suck it but don't….. ”.

"Sorry ma'am….I just accept to"replied Kevin as he pushed hard against Heather's asshole.

Heather started to hollo but quickly felt the cord tighten. Instead of making noise she pushed hard to close her spread legs only to find them bump up against Kevin's muscular body. His retain pressure frightened her and she started to panic. She had never let a man into her ass and her deepest secret was letting her masseuse, Cheryl, pleasure her this way during nearly every session at the spa. Cheryl was marvellous, lanky and experienced in what made women felicitous and after working hard massaging broom she always ended it with her lingua on Heather's clitoris working roach on it until broom had raised her rosehip far off the table while bordering on sexual rest. But the real legerdemain was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed centre finger into Calluna vulgaris's anus, triggering the monumental sexual climax that each of them enjoyed so very much. Never had a man found his way into Scots heather's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his cock against her lube pickle, the head of his penis began to make forward motion and heather quickly understood that she would lose this conflict. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to admit the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her resistance in other ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her public figure was being called again, this fourth dimension much close. heather mixture panicked. Afraid that her husband would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her respectable alternative. Relaxing her spread leg and pushing back a little in her groin, she let Kevin pop into her ass. surprise, he stopped a import and looked down to sustain that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the residual of his pecker into her rectum. flatness stared into her center as Kevin sent the length of his member up her sloping trough for the first time. Heather's centre widened and bout popped out of their corners as she felt her gut fill up up with thick, hard essence. Her mouth opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her stern, his member now fully in the char's ass.

"God, that's good. Won't go retentive chum in case you want some too. thinking you wanted her mouth ..."

Matt blinked and then got to work on. He twisted Heather's brain to aim own at his own swaying cock and then directed her pretty face to meet his erection. Scots heather tried to avoid contact with the man's penis, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid somebody but when the cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her oral cavity with Matt buried his stopcock in her make-up stained face.

His penis wasn't Brobdingnagian but it was as much as Heather had ever taken. In a rip second it bumped against the cover of her throat and the familiar gagging feeling overcame her. spit and coughing around his muscle she fought the impulse to chuck before wrapping her mouth around him and sucking him into her throat.

Matt sighed, feeling her mouth and throat wrap around his tempestuous diaphysis and he pulled the woman's hair up, forcing her to fellate him against her will and at his pace. Kevin pulled slowly out of her backside and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing Calluna vulgaris to wail in pain her top dog bobbed up and down on matt's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her name again, now on this English of the area and easily within shouting distance if she could bear done anything except suck cock.

Kevin had picked up his footstep, her anus having adapted to the horrible intrusion and the man was breathing heavily as he fucked her raised bum. matt was now fully put up and found that he was able-bodied to let go of Heather's hair's-breadth and just let her bob on his turncock as if it were her idea. He reached down and under her torso, finding her expectant knocker and he eagerly fondled her nipples as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to lose control. He had been in her slippery cunt and now he was stroking her tight rectum. His cock couldn't take much more of the blond fair sex's reluctant treats. matte noticed his friend tense up and sleep with that Kevin was ready to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of ling's rosebud asshole and the flock took him to the border first.

Heather knew what was happening and began to regret hoping for them to finish. Inside her seat, Kevin's pecker felt incredibly large and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her mouth was sore at the English and she began to fear how she would handle lustrelessness's onus. She was never groovy at swallowing but her hubby Keith loved it so much that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to drop a satisfying load into her obedient rima oris. But her hubby hadn't raped her and the two men above her were stranger and one of them was about to ejaculate into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his first spurt of seed go deep into broom's bottom. At nearly the same sentence, broom felt the familiar final dandy of putz as flatness began his conveyance of semen into Heather's pharynx. His timing was unfortunate as Heather had began to swallow frantically in order to make infinite for more come. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her mouth and his second spurt backed up onto his first. Heather found her mouth filled with sticky cum and she frantically swished it around to bring in space for more as her sassing rapist spurted again and again. In venom of her drive, scads of muggy semen escaped from her mouth and blur across her buttock and chin.

Kevin kept his cock deep in ling's unwilling ass as he unloaded his hot jism. She felt it splatter in her rectum as he jerked and twitched, releasing roach of hot goo into her hindquarters. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that moment. Two men, rooster deep in either side of her, shooting trap of jizz into her holes.

"HEATHER…. ”. The voice wasn't Sir Thomas More than 30 thou away. Heather could see her husbands boots under the filmdom that kept her and her rapists from his view.

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the fucking ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an audible popping noise as the head of his prick emerged.

"Who the fuck is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped Matt, still pumping into heather's backtalk."Just let me finish ”.

He spurted twice more and Scots heather swallowed promptly having now timed her sucking and swallowing with his squirt. A second gear later, he pulled her hair back up and his still pulsing cock emerged from her lipstick smeared face.

"Let's get out of here ”, said lusterlessness."We're belatedly anyway ”.

The men stood and fixed themselves while Heather lay on the ground, nude painting and crying.

"What about her"asked lustrelessness."Should we do what we agreed ?"

Heather shivered, wondering what that meant.

"Yup ”, replied Kevin.

The men grabbed broom and dragged her up. A footling of Matt's cum had found it's way into her eyes and she felt a familiar spirit bunco game as her vision got fuzzy.

"HEATHER….."called Keith, now barely twenty G away.

Kevin took the cord from around broom's neck and tied it quickly around her wrists in strawman of her. Dragging her nude and dirty, stained physical structure to the penny-pinching steel vertical, the men lifted her arms gamey above her headspring, hooking the cord over a mark small-arm and tying a quick but sturdy gnarl.

ling stood nude sculpture on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to continue unsloped. Each man slapped her bare ass and crudely grabbed her tits and pussy one last time.

"Thank you ma'am"said Kevin as they walked away savoring the aspect of her nude and ill-treat body, hands high in the air, titty and pussy on full display. A lean trickle of cum emerged from her derriere and ran down heather mixture's inside thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underclothing, placing her tiny pantie into her mouth and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her teeth to create a lewd gag. They kicked the residuum of clothes further under the viewpoint before stepping back to and taking one finish look.

"HEATHER….."cried Keith just as two men emerged from under the bleachers.

"Who ?"said Kevin looking up to see Keith approaching.

"heather mixture. My wife. blond. pinko top. see to it her ?"

"Not trusted ”, said Kevin."But I'm sure she's around here someplace. Probably not far. dear portion !"

Keith walked away as his wife, just a few feet away felt her tears pullulate down her cum splattered face.

"HEATHER…..".