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Gangbanged In The CountryGangbanged In The Country The engine didn’t splutter or cough. It just stopped running. The car travelling along the single lane of bitumen in the valley between the mountains coasted quietly to a stop. The young woman driving it got out and lifted the bonnet. She stood looking at the mass of metal and wires. It gave her no clue as to why it had failed. She felt frustrated and exasperated. “So much for taking a short cut,” she thought, hoping that somehow help would find her.The woman checked her mobile phone but there was no signal. She was isolated and realised she’d just have to wait until another vehicle came by. Given the loneliness of the road she had no idea how long that would be. Luckily the day was pleasantly warm and not as hot as it had been. She sat in the driver’s seat with the door open to catch the light breeze. Her short skirt rode high on her bare smooth shapely thighs. She displayed no modesty; after all there was no one around to see her. The tick and crackle of the cooling engine hardly interrupted her thoughts and daydreams. Maybe some hunky travelling rep would soon cruise by, fix the engine and invite her out to dinner in town that evening.She undid a couple of buttons on her blouse to ensure she stayed cool and reached for the bottle of water on the seat beside her. A drink helped her feel a little better. Still she waited, surprised at her own patience, somewhat resigned to her unexpected situation. The view of the magnificent countryside around her captivated the romantic side of her nature. The distant sound of an engine imposed itself on her daydreams. She stood beside her car and waited. A four-wheeled drive ute eventually came into view. The driver of the ute began to change down gears even before the young woman waved her hand. The ute stopped behind the car. A young woman got out. She was dressed in working clothes, khaki shirt and shorts with ankle length boots.“G’day, I’m Bev,” she said and stuck out a calloused hand in a smiling self-introduction. “Hi, I’m Becky and I’m sure glad to see you,” Becky replied with relief. “What’s the problem?” Bev asked. The stranded Becky explained her predicament as they both looked at the engine. “I think the best thing to do is tow you home to my place and get my brother to have a look at it,” Bev decided. She moved her ute to the front of the car, shut the bonnet and competently hooked up a rope between both vehicles. “Keep the rope taut,” Bev advised Becky before she slowly moved off.They travelled about half a kilometre down the road before the ute turned into a gravel drive way. Another half kilometre brought them to an old but neat farmhouse. A hundred meters or so to the rear of the house Bev stopped the ute in front of a large shed. A young man in working gear came out. Bev introduced her younger brother Rory to Becky, and explained the situation to him. Rory undid the towrope and he and his sister pushed the car inside the shed with Becky at the wheel. Rory listened to Becky’s story about the car then connected gauges and instruments to various parts of the engine. Becky leaned over one side of the engine compartment and watched. He discreetly noted with interest the bulge of her ample breasts in her still partly unbuttoned blouse, her bare shapely long legs extending down beyond her brief skirt and the musculature of her calves accentuated by her stiletto heeled shoes. Eventually he reached his verdict on her car. The alternator would have to be replaced.The three of them went to the house while Rory made a number of phone calls to spare parts dealers in the nearest large town a couple of hundred kilometres away. Finally he got lucky and he used Becky’s credit card to order a replacement. Becky was disappointed though when he informed her it would be two days before the spare arrived given the infrequent courier service available in the area. Bev attempted to cheer her up by offering her accommodation with them in their spacious home; after all they had a comfortable spare guest room. Bev walked out to the car and helped Becky bring her overnight bag and some clothes on hangers back to the house. Becky was pleasantly surprised when Bev showed her to an ensuited double room in one wing of the house.Becky hung her few clothes, discarded her shoes, and joined Bev and Rory in the kitchen for lunch. Iced lemon tea for her with sandwiches sounded wonderful. It did not strike her as unusual that Rory and Bev chose plain iced tea. The two women were washing the dishes together when Becky began to feel strangely faint. Bev was most concerned and suggested a shower and lay down. Becky thought that might be a good idea too. While she didn’t feel ill the inside of her head felt strangely disjointed from the rest of her body.She quickly shed her clothing and stood under the warm shower. However the feeling did not dissipate. She dried herself. As was her tendency she examined her body in the large bathroom mirror. She was proud of her appearance and worked hard to stay in shape. Her long blond hair hung in a soft brushed mane down her back. Her breasts, large firm orbs of flesh tipped by thick brown nipples, tilted up slightly on her chest. Long muscular legs tapered down from a firm tight arse. A small blond triangle was carefully shaped on her smooth lower belly. “Yes,” she thought, “she looked okay.” If only her head didn’t feel as if it had separated from her body. Becky felt she needed to lie down. She wrapped the soft wet towel around her body, tucking it over her breasts. Just as she lay on the quilt cover of the bed Bev came into the room to see if she was all right. When Becky told her she was going to rest Bev insisted that on drawing down the covers and putting her into the bed so she could completely relax. Becky offered no resistance, not even when Bev unwound the damp towel from her body. She didn’t care that Bev could see her nakedness. Bev covered Becky with the sheet and told her to rest. Becky closed her eyes and quickly drifted into a deep relaxing sleep.She had no idea how long she slept. Very slowly she awakened. Very slowly she became aware of herself, aware of her surroundings. Confused thoughts raced through her mind. Strange feelings permeated her body. Gradually Becky sifted and sorted some semblance of order from her initial confusion. She was on her back on some form of black padded bench but could not move. With a shock she realised she could see her own reflection above her. Looking carefully upwards she could see, in the soft opaque lighting, a mirrored ceiling. Becky examined her reflected self. Her blond hair looked freshly brushed and fanned out around her head. Her face was made up. Mascara tinted her lashes, and shadow highlighted her brown eyes. Pink lipstick complemented the faint tinge of pink on her cheeks. Her finger and toenails were all painted pink. She never wore pink! A soft black band across her throat inhibited her head movements. It was best to look at herself in the reflection above her. Becky then noticed each wrist was bound in soft material to the sides of the bench down near her waist. Her legs were spread apart at right angles to her lower body, raised up in stirrups, bound just below the knees and at the ankles. She looked closely at her reflection. Her breasts mounded up firm and round on her chest, magnificent orbs of flesh, as always. Her body shone and gleamed in the soft light. She wondered why. Then she realised her body was coated with oil. How did she get herself into this position? She couldn’t remember. Her mind was blank. Slowly she became aware of other sensations coursing through her body. Her skin, her nerve endings and her nipples felt alive. They pleasantly jangled with a life of their own. Her inner being, her belly and her womb burned with an inner fire; her pussy pulsed and tingled with a strange life of its own.She looked more carefully at her reflection. Her pussy felt and looked swollen. Given the position of bursa escort her legs and thighs her vulva was spread open, but her labia pouted fat and swollen from her dripping cleft. She could even see her erect clitoris. Then she noticed her small blond triangle of pubic hair was no longer there. Her belly was clean and smooth. Oh god, what had happened she wondered to herself? Yet for some reason she didn’t feel violated in any way. She didn’t feel afraid. Part of her mind told her she should have fear, given her uncompromising and helpless position. But she somehow felt warm, wonderful, vibrant and alive; at rest while nevertheless her inner being ached with an unfulfilled hunger. Movement in the mirror caught her attention.A nude woman moved towards her. Becky immediately noticed the woman’s handsome happy smiling face, her soft looking short straight brown hair, and her calm maturity. She took in the woman’s large, very large but firm tanned breasts and taut belly. The woman spoke softly and reassuringly to Becky. “Nothing or no one is going to hurt you,” she said. “We are simply going to share a little pleasure with you,” the woman added. “We, who are we?” wondered Becky. Movement on the other side of her caught Becky’s attention. A teenage girl stepped forward into the light. Her straight brunette hair was cut short and framed an attractive face with a wide mouthed smile. The girl was slim, her unblemished skin smooth. The girl’s breasts were immature cute cones tipped by small areolae. The girl and the woman stood on either side of Becky and looked down at her.“Where am I?” asked Becky. “Who are you?” “Hush,” the woman replied, “hush and relax and enjoy the experience.” The questions died in Becky’s throat. The woman and the girl touched her with their hands. Their touch distracted Becky from what she wanted to know. Soon she forgot what she’d been going to say.Four hands caressed Becky’s sensitive nipples. They elongated and hardened even more. The woman and the girl continued to stroke her breasts with one hand each while their other hands moved over her rib cage and across her flat belly. Their touch felt superb. The woman moved while the girl now caressed both of Becky’s breasts. In the mirror above her Becky saw the woman stand at the end of the bench between her pinioned legs. “You are excited aren’t you,” murmured the woman. Becky’s body jolted in pleasure as the woman’s fingertips trailed through her gaping slit and over her fat swollen labia. Heat surged in her womb, seared through her vagina into her clitoris and love lips. The woman’s fingers on one hand teased her already erect bud. The fingers on the other hand squirmed and squirreled easily into Becky’s vagina. Her cunt dripped juice.The girl replaced one hand on Becky’s breast with her mouth. She sucked the hard nipple and abrased it with her teeth. Now the woman sucked Becky’s clit while she continued to finger fuck her hot cunt. Becky felt the surge of pleasure begin to course through her body. She couldn’t control the sensations. The surge inexorably grew stronger. “Aaaagh! Aaaagh! Aaaargh! Aaaaaaaarrrghhh! Ooooooh! Aaaaaaaarrrghhh! Ooooooh!” Her bound body lifted against her bonds.As Becky’s orgasm subsided the woman withdrew her hands and mouth. She reached down under the table. “Look what I’ve got for you,” she said. In her hand she held a three-pronged red electric powered vibrator. The ribbed centre shaft was long and thick. The other two shafts were smaller, the smallest one curving to a blunt point. Becky had seen similar devices in her visits to adult shops but she’d never had the courage to buy one. The woman turned on the power. The vibrator hummed. The thick shaft corkscrewed. The girl watched the woman, her hand resting on Becky’s breast. In the mirror above her Becky could see the woman place the knob of the thick shaft just inside the gape of her slit. Becky felt the intruder slide into the entrance of her twat, felt the corkscrew against the petals of her pussy. She looked into the mirror and saw the shaft disappear into her cunt. The churning shaft twisted against the muscles of her vagina. The curved humming spur on the far side of the shaft touched her anus. Her body jolted. Becky vainly tried to resist the penetration, but her body and mind lacked will power. The spur easily slipped passed the puckered muscle, and eased into her arse. There was no pain. In fact it felt good. The touch of the small buzzing front shaft on her clitoris completely distracted Becky’s attention from the anal intrusion. Her clit was of fire. The woman increased the power and speed of the vibrator. The buzz filled the air. The thick shaft twirled and swirled deep in Becky’s cunt. The vibrations in her arse and on her clit grew stronger. Pleasure seared and surged through Becky’s belly, through her womb, down the tunnel of her cunt, along her labia, completely engulfing her clit, arse and thighs. It all just felt oh so wonderful. The sensations drowned out all other thoughts, all other concerns. Becky wallowed in pleasure.The orgasm that followed totally consumed her. Her head flung back and her body bucked against her bonds. Her mouth hung open. Guttural cries fell from her throat. “Oooooooh! Ooooooooh shiiiit! Oooooooh fuuuuck! I’m cuuuuuuming!” she wailed. . “Aaaagh! Aaaagh! Aaaargh! Aaaaaaaarrrghhh! Ooooooh! Aaaaaaaarrrghhh! Ooooooh! Aaaaaaaarrrghhh!” Her body flayed on the bench. She sobbed her way past the peak and slid into the valley of satiation. But the woman and the girl were by no means finished with her.The woman reduced the vibrations if the device in Becky’s cunt to a soft gently turning murmur. The girl climbed up on the bench and straddled Becky’s chest enabling her to see the girl’s body fully for the first time. Her butt was tight and cute, her legs and thighs slim and smooth. The girl knelt over Becky, her knees on either side of Becky’s head. The girl’s pussy split open just above Becky’s face. The pubic hair on the girl was a light brown curly down on her lower belly with only a few hairs apparent around the parted petals of her soft pink pussy. Her labia were small slim folds of flesh around the small throat of her cunt. A tiny bud peeked out. The girl lowered her lovely gash onto Becky’s waiting mouth.Becky swiped her tongue along and through the open groove of flesh. The girl’s body shivered. Becky’s tongue swirled over the tiny clit. The girl groaned, mashed her cunt firmly against Becky’s mouth, and reached her hands down around Becky’ head. Becky sucked and tongue fucked the eager little cunt. She was faintly aware of the mouth of the woman between her legs as it fastened itself on her snatch. But her overwhelming need seemed to be to pleasure the cunt on her face. Becky did her best and worked her mouth and tongue over and across and through the young girl’s gash. It took time but her efforts were eventually rewarded. The girl’s thighs began to quiver; her breathing became laboured and ragged. Becky looked upwards at the girl. Her small breasts shook and swayed as she rhythmically ground her gash over Becky’s mouth. The orgasm shook her lithe body. Juice flowed from her pussy. Maybe now, Becky thought, she’d be given some respite from her bondage. The young girl slowly climbed off the bench and joined the woman between Becky’s splayed thighs. But there was to be no rest for any of them. The woman moved around beside the bench and hoisted herself up. She straddled Becky in a kneeling position, her knees on either side of Becky’s head, facing Becky’s pussy. The woman bent her face downwards and fastened her mouth on Becky’s super sensitive love bud. At the same time she lowered her pussy onto Becky’s mouth.The woman’s gash was a long deep red slash of dripping flesh, Becky noted, surrounded by thick swollen wrinkled brown labia butterflied open around the red throat of her cunt, tipped by a fat throbbing clitoris. As the woman’s cunt met her lips Becky bursa escort bayan slithered and sliced her tongue into the mucus filled orifice.The woman sucked hard on Becky’s hard clitty. Her body shivered. She tried hard to remain focussed on the woman’s snatch, and concentrated her efforts on the erect finger of the woman’s clitoris.Both Becky and the woman worked diligently at their respective tasks. Both soon showed obvious signs of impending climaxes. Becky came first, her body spasming against her bonds under the woman. Nevertheless her mouth remained fastened in the hot wet groove mashed against her mouth. The woman lifted her head. Her throat keened sounds of her pleasure. Her body rocked and she slithered her cunt back and forth over Becky’s face.On unsteady legs the woman dismounted from the bench. She quietly talked with the girl who briefly disappeared from Becky’s view. When the girl returned she carried a glass. “No doubt you’re thirsty after all your hard work,” the woman commented to Becky. The woman undid the fastener from Becky’s neck. She lifted Becky’s head and held the glass to her lips. The fluid in the glass was clear and bubbling. “it’s tonic water,” the woman assured her. Becky thirstily drank the cold bitter drink. When the glass was empty the woman rested Becky’s head back on the bench. “Are you going to release me?” Becky asked. “Yes, soon, “replied the woman.Suddenly Becky felt very tired. Her whole body seemed to be tired. She fell into a deep relaxing sleep.u*********sly time passed for her. In due course she began to slowly awaken. In the consciousness of her mind she became aware that she felt nice and relaxed and comfortable and warm. Pleasant sensations, some of them sexual, permeated her body. Her breasts, belly, womb and pussy felt wonderful. Slowly her eyelids fluttered and opened. Immediately she realised she was stark naked on her back in the middle of an overly large double bed. A couple of pillows supported her head. She looked down her body at herself. Becky saw that her finger and toenails were painted bright red, a colour she never used. Where the hell did that come from she wondered? And her pubic hair was gone, her belly now clean and smooth. What was going on? The Becky saw she was not alone. A gorgeously handsome dark haired boy, in his mid teens she guessed, knelt on one side of her body. He was nude. His build was lovely and slim. His body was hairless. A beautiful looking erect cock stood up between his thighs. “Yum, yum,” she thought. Then she quickly noticed another naked man kneeling on the other side of her. He too had dark hair, a muscled body with curling black hair on his chest. She guessed he was in his early forties. His cock too was obvious, as it stood up hard towards his belly. And kneeling down between her spreadeagled thighs only the blond hair of another man was discernable as he laved her pussy with his tongue. Both men beside her were caressing her body as she awoke. Perhaps it was that act that had aroused them. Their combined touch on her nipples, breasts and belly she realised was most sensuous; as was the tongue traversing her clit.“We’re here to have some fun with you, and try and give you some fun in return,” the mature man advised her, “okay?” “Okay,” Becky nodded her assent.The man between her thighs came up for air. Becky noted with interest that he was about her age, in his early twenties. His body was lithe and smooth with only a smattering of blond pubic hair on his lower belly. As he stood up beside the bed she was amazed at the size of his tool. She’d never ever seen one as large. It curved up his belly to just past his navel. It was immensely thick, traversed by bulging veins and topped by a huge bulbous helmet. What a monster she thought!The boy knelt between her thighs. At least his cock was beautiful, Becky thought, and of reasonable average size. The mature man maintained his kneeling position beside her. “Bend your legs and put you’re your feet on the bed,” he told her. She did as he asked. He nodded to the boy. The boy slithered his prick along her open dripping cleft to find the entrance to her cunt. The knob of his tool engaged itself in her orifice. He hunched his arse. His cock slipped into her depths. He supported himself with outstretched arms on either side of her body. He bent his head and sucked on the erect nipple of one breast. The mature man caressed the nipple of her other breasts. The young man stood beside the bed, watched and gently stroked his massive shaft.Becky focussed on the boy as he plunged his cock in and out of her cunt. He didn’t show much finesse, he seemed too excited for that. Nevertheless the situation in which she found herself, the fires that inexplicably burned sensuously through her body and the hard prick energetically sliding in and out of her cunt all caused Becky to experience a sexual high. She wanted to get off on the boy’s cock. She needed to get some relief.Becky put effort into her fuck with the boy. She used her feet to lift her lower body up at his thrusting tool, used her vaginal muscles to clasp his cock and milk pleasure for herself from it. Just as the old familiar sensations started to build in her belly and cunt the boy started to groan. His thrusts slowed, but became firmer and fiercer. He came. She felt his cock pump between her lips, felt the hotness of his spunk as he pumped it into her insides. Damn, she thought to herself. The boy rested briefly then eased his cock from her with a slurping plop.The mature man took his place. Becky looked down her body at him. His cock reflected his build, strong and muscular, just a bit above average in length and thickness but powerful in appearance.Given the wetness of her pussy, from her own flowing juice and the boy’s load of spunk, the man’s tool caressed it’s way slowly, steadily, easily into the innermost depths of her hot twat. Becky lifted her legs into the air and around his waist, crossed her ankles behind his back. He reciprocated by resting his body completely on her, her erect nipples and full breasts crushed against the hair of his chest. He kissed her gently, sought her tongue with his.Meanwhile he pumped the hard length of his tool steadily and surely and completely in and out of her cunt. The fit was snug. Becky felt his knob and shaft caress that inner pleasure spot deep inside her. She hoped he would go the distance.Becky’s desire for fulfilment led her to put effort into her fuck. She used her cunt muscles to grasp and release, grasp and release around his thrusting sliding tool. She used her legs to pull him into herself on each inwards slide. Her arms around him willingly embraced his muscular body. His tongue intertwined with hers. Yes, they both were enjoying this fuck. Yes, they would have fun as he put it.Steadily and surely the man gradually increased the tempo. He fucked her firmly. He fucked her steadily. Above all he fucked her deeply.With little warning Becky felt the first preliminary surge of pleasure begin to build in her gorgeous body. Her breath began to pant in her throat. The fires in the nerve endings throughout her body were well and truly alight. Her belly and thighs quivered. The climax surged, then racked her body as she pulled the man into her and quaked around his impaling prick. He kept his rhythm. As soon as she peaked that changed.He now fucked her hard and fucked her fast. His tool slid in and out of her snatch in deep all encompassing thrusts. He sucked on her tongue. He gave her no opportunity to recover. Her body never really lost the thrill of her first orgasm. She simply sailed within minutes from one pleasure peak to the next. Her arms and legs surrounded his body in tight embrace. She rocked around his prick, engulfed it in her grasping snatch. She quaked and shook into her climax. He thrust deeply and he thrust hard. His cock erupted into her depths, pumping wads of hot spunk towards her womb. He collapsed escort bursa on top of her. Perspiration sheened their skin. They rested. After some minutes he eased his body from hers. Becky had forgotten their audience. The boy beside her on the bed had an erection. The young man standing on the other side of the bed still had his enormous prick jutting up over his flat belly. The mature man lay beside her on the bed, looked at her and smiled. Obviously both he and the boy intended to remain close to the action.The young man moved to kneel between her legs. Becky could feel the spunk running out of her cunt into the crack of her arse. She could feel that her labia were fat and swollen, her gash open and almost vulnerable. The young man dipped the mighty helmet into her cleft, and slid the fat shaft along her open groove, soaked briefly in the copious wetness and heat. He lifted her luscious long legs high in the air and rested them against his chest.His knob probed her pussy until it pierced the entrance to her cunt. It stretched her. The sensation was not unpleasant. He applied gentle but firm pressure. Her muscle opened to accommodate his girth. The juiciness of her twat helped. He slowly slid inside her, stretching and opening her cunt wider than ever before. Soon his massive member was buried to the hilt inside her. His knob probed her cervix. His balls rested in her gash. His huge thickness and length completely filled and impaled her. It felt oh so good. Out, out it came until just the swollen helmet rested inside her. In, in, in it went, and grazed over that hidden spot deep with her. Her body shivered and goose bumped with its enormity and strength and power. Yet he was considerate and gentle. There was no pain, only pleasure.Together they built the rhythm of their fuck as Becky’s cunt adjusted itself to his enormous size. She used her muscles to clasp his cock, milk it each time he drew it out of her depths. She luxuriated in the rasp of his knob over her sweet spot, enjoyed the way his inwards movements bent her clitoris forward against his massive sliding shaft. It became too much for her. She lost control. Her body writhed on the bed. She orgasmed around his penetrating prick. Yet still he fucked her, now more fiercely, harder, faster, deeper. Her body soon shivered and shook, gyrating on the bed, swamped by the strength of her peaking pleasure. She wailed as she writhed. The young man’s mighty meat responded. It swelled deep in her cunt. It jumped, it pumped, it poured his load of spurting spunk into her, washed her walls with hot blasts of cum.They collapsed in a sweaty tangle on the bed. It was some time before either of them considered moving.As she lay there a wicked thought entered Becky’s mind, that she should stir herself and try and wrest some initiative away from the older man, take some semblance of control over her situation with them. It was, after all, her belly where the fires still burned.Becky raised herself onto her hands and knees and knelt over the mature man. She looked at the boy and his sweet erection. “Fuck me from behind,” she commanded him. She ran her wet tongue along the underside of the mature man’s half hard shaft as it lay on his belly. At the same time she waggled her beautiful arse in the air at the boy. Gobs of mucus ran down her thighs. She could feel the saturated sloppiness of her snatch. Never mind, she thought to herself, it will make the ride that much wetter and easier for the boy. She felt him fumble his prick against her pussy. He slid, as she predicted to herself, into her easily. She bent her head and mouth over the man’s tool.It responded to her sucking slurps. The swollen head was smooth against her tongue. Her throat adjusted to its intrusive size. Becky swallowed his knob and shaft, and enjoyed watching his belly muscles quiver from her exquisite touch.The boy fucked her doggy style. Part of her mind enjoyed the slide of his tool in and out of her cunt. But her major focus stayed with the prick in her mouth and she used her hands to massage the heavy hairy balls beneath her chin. His tool hardened, the veins along the shaft engorged with excitement. Becky sucked him deep into her throat until his pubic hair tickled her nose.The boy’s movements told Becky that he was going to cum again, soon, very soon. The prick in her mouth also told her that the man was not going to last long either. Her instincts were correct. The boy shuddered he emptied his load of cum into her gaping twat. The man’s tool pulsed in her mouth. It throbbed as his cock pulsed his spunk into her throat. Becky sucked and swallowed, and swallowed again. She milked the last few drops from him with her hand, licked his knob clean.Becky looked at the young man supine on his back on the bed. He stroked his lovely big tool as it stretched along his belly. She crawled over to him, straddled his body, grasped his cock upright in her hand, lifted herself over him and fed the massive knob into the gaping maw of her gash. This time the fit was a little easier. She guessed the juice and cum dripping from her snatch helped. Becky lowered her body downwards onto him. Her cunt engulfed the massive intrusion. Down, down she dropped until her was completely imbedded inside her.Becky used her thighs to give herself lift and supported herself with her hands on his chest. Up and down she rocked. She ground her snatch over his pubic bone each time she had his prick fully stuffed inside her twat. The beautiful round firm orbs of her breasts swayed and shook in unison with her movements. Her excitement quickly soared. The air panted in and out of her lungs. The muscles in her belly, arse and thighs rippled as the climax built then burst from her body. “Ooooh fuuuuck!” she wailed. “Oooooh! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaarrrrgghh! I’m cuuuuummming!” Becky ground her snatch over the young man’s belly.As soon as she peaked she recommenced her rise and fall over him. His massive thick bulging shaft glistened with her juices. On her upward rise he began to spear his prick upwards into her. This forced her to work harder to rise higher over him. It did not take long before she began to cum again, this time more ferociously than before. “Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaarrrrgghh! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaarrrrgghh! I’m cuuuuummming!” The young man pumped just as fiercely into her. He moaned and cried out. His mighty muscle clenched then repeatedly pumped and he emptied his load into the maw of her cunt.Becky collapsed forward onto his chest and lay there exhausted. The mature man finally disturbed them. “Time for a drink,” he told them. When Becky rolled over on the bed the man stood there with a tray of glasses. He passed her a glass. She gulped the cold drink down, lay back with her powerful thirst quenched, and relaxed. Then in a minute or so she fell into a deep sleep. Becky was dragged from the depths of her dreams by a hand gently but persistently shaking her. She woke slowly. A young woman stood by the bed with a tray set with a wonderful smelling cooked breakfast. Becky sat up and dragged the sheet up over her breasts. She suddenly remembered the name of the young woman; yes it was Bev, the person who had helped her with her car. “Hello sleepy head,” said Bev smiling. “How long have I been asleep?” Becky enquired. “You’ve been here two days and your car is fixed at last,” Bev replied. “Two days!” “Yes, you must have been more tide than you thought,” Bev told her.Bev sat on the edge of the bed while Becky ate ravenously. After the meal Bev suggested to Becky she shower before checking out the work her brother Rory had done on the car. Under the shower Becky noticed that her pubic hair had disappeared, the skin on her lower belly clean and soft. She didn’t remember doing that. In fact she couldn’t remember much of anything of the last couple of days. Bev was right; she must have been tired. Becky was certainly pleased with her car. It was perfect and she couldn’t thank the brother and sister enough for their hospitality. As she drove away they waved. Bev called to Becky “come back and stay with us soon” as the car moved off. Gee these country people are so very nice to their guests Becky thought as she drove off down the rode. It wouldn’t hurt us city folks to be nicer to them some times!

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