Summer Night Attack

Tonight was unbearably boring. It had been so long since I'd been out, I was itching with boredom. The three of us best friends got
together and decided to strike at 1 AM.
Our usual tactic was to spot couples having an affair in their cars. These kinds of cars are common in the mountains; you can spot them in the shadows on dark
roadsides or hidden intersections. Of course, this was also our best place to strike.
Our method was to observe our prey for a while after spotting them, and then approach
to harass or intimidate them when we were sure they were ready to go. Most of the time, we'd succeed then and there, and the plan could continue.
The three of us rode a motorcycle together, circling the mountain roads in search of prey. Our box contained some
tools: wide tape, rope, anesthetic, a digital camera, a machete, and a standard black star rifle. These were
the tools we'd use; we'd find out their purpose later. Turning into a side street,
a popular spot for couples to have secret trysts, we found a white car parked there, ready to go.
A few minutes later, the car door suddenly opened, startling us. We realized they'd simply moved the scene from
inside the car to outside. The woman, her chest wide open, her short skirt rolled up to her waist, her bare buttocks exposed
, crawled out of the car and lay down on the grass beside it. She looked to be about twenty years old, with short hair and an innocent
appearance; it was hard to believe she was so wanton. She lay sprawled on the grass, making seductive noises that made all three of us
hard and throbbing with desire.
After much anticipation, the male protagonist finally appeared. He seemed utterly defeated in the battle on the bus and hadn't recovered
yet ; his penis hung limply like a dead caterpillar. He appeared
to be around thirty years old. The girl hurriedly got up, scooped up the "caterpillar" in her hands, and with a look of deep regret, put it in her mouth,
hoping come back to life. She hadn't been satisfied earlier and was eager to achieve her goal this time. Unfortunately, the "worm" was truly
dead, showing no reaction for a long time. She became desperate, completely stripping off her remaining shirt, lying on
the ground sticking out her large white buttocks, and making circles, emitting even more lewd moans, hoping the man would react
. The male protagonist remained unresponsive; we, the people next to him, were almost ready to ejaculate.
We exchanged glances; it was time to act. The three of us jumped out of the bushes, weapons in hand. Two of us
restrained the male protagonist, binding his hands and feet with wide duct tape, gag him, and tying him to a nearby tree trunk with rope.
I walked behind the girl; she was still swaying her hips, completely unaware. I raised my gun and inserted the barrel
into her hot, wet vagina. She sighed and began to rock back and forth. Oblivious to what was happening
, she was still enjoying herself, pursuing a sexual climax. After dealing with the male protagonist, our companions came over. Everyone
was curious about the woman's lewdness. I slowly pulled out the barrel. She cried out in dissatisfaction, turning her head
slowly . When she saw us, terror vanished from her lustful expression. She sat on the ground and crawled back a couple of steps.
We swarmed her and began our work.
The burly Watermelon grabbed her hands, tied them behind her back with duct tape, and then pulled her hair up,
shoving his swollen, shiny penis into her mouth. The skinny Mouse tied her ankles with rope, binding them to
tree trunks on either side. He then lay between her spread-eagled legs, beginning to fondle her wanton orifice. I stood
guard nearby, gun in hand, watching them toy with the woman while simultaneously unzipping my pants and masturbating.
The woman had never imagined such a thing. Her jaw was stretched wide, barely managing to take Watermelon's
large penis into her mouth, drool dripping from her lips as she made soft moaning sounds. The stimulation was so intense that Mouse used his
five-finger technique, making her gush with fluids and her eyes filled with lust. Her earlier fear had vanished, and she frantically
shook her hips, wishing Mouse would insert all five fingers.
Seeing this, I suppressed the waves of pleasure surging through my penis and pulled out my digital camera to take pictures. After a few slaps,
I told him to lick clean the vaginal fluid and his semen from last time from her vagina. He looked unwilling, so I
stomped on his genitals. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered before finally bringing his face close to lick.
The rat was preparing ingredients again. He took out clothespins from his pocket and clipped them to the woman's nipples, two
on each side, and finally one to her clitoris. The woman began to tremble all over, focusing her strength on her mouth,
desperately sucking on the big dick. The dick throbbed faster and faster, then ejaculated all at once. The woman's mouth couldn't
hold such a large amount of semen, and it dripped from the corner of her mouth. The dick slapped her, and she had no choice but to obediently swallow it.
Seeing that her boyfriend had licked her vagina clean enough, I instructed him to lick her anus clean as well, preparing for the next step.
After Xigua finished, she rested for a while, then took out an extra-large, extra-long three-pronged electric
vibrator . She kicked the male protagonist away, inserted the five-centimeter-diameter, twenty-centimeter-long head into that lewd hole,
and inserted the extra-long forked end into her anus, penetrating ten centimeters in one go. The other end pressed against the clitoris, and she turned it on.
The woman's buttocks began to dance. To prevent her from getting too excited, she pushed her boyfriend's buttocks in front of her and told her
to lick his anus clean as well. She still had a lot of Xigua's semen in her mouth, and she used her lips and tongue to smear it all
over her boyfriend's anus, providing excellent lubrication.
Watermelon then took out a double-headed electric vibrator, inserted one end into her boyfriend's anus, and instructed her to
suck on the other end and start thrusting. The three of us watched the spectacle. The woman was trembling all over; the
clothespins on her nipples rattled, and the vibrators in her mouth and below made buzzing sounds, bringing the atmosphere and
her to a climax. She spat out the double-headed vibrator inserted into her boyfriend's anus, letting out a low growl like a female beast,
her whole body convulsing. The three-headed electric vibrator below was being squeezed by the force of her vaginal contractions, nodding continuously. We
noticed that although her boyfriend had a vibrator inserted in his anus, his penis was erect and throbbing.
Oh dear, that glans was red and purple like a goose egg. To thank him for his previous cooperation, we
pulled out the vibrator from his girlfriend's lower body and allowed him to put the glans into that hot hole, but not all the way
in .
The woman had just climaxed and was still savoring the experience when suddenly a huge glans was inserted, and she started moaning again.
Because we didn't allow it to go all the way in, it was only inserted to the vaginal opening, making it feel even emptier inside. In her anxiety, she kept
lifting her buttocks up, but her boyfriend was afraid we would beat her up, so he kept backing away, not letting her get satisfied. She became so anxious that she started moaning.
We cursed and, to gag her, slipped two FM2 pills (commonly known as "happy pills") into her mouth while she opened it. She quickly
fell silent, only letting out soft, muffled murmurs, but her buttocks were raised even more vigorously.
As dawn approached, almost five o'clock, the couple was still going at it, oblivious to the approaching daylight. To avoid
being exposed , we quickly took a few more photos. While the male protagonist wasn't looking, we gave him a shot in the buttocks. He quickly
lay motionless on top of the woman. We used wide tape to bind them face-to-face, keeping their lower bodies in a mate-like
position , and then quickly "ran away."
Back at my house, the three of us excitedly exchanged our experiences. Watermelon couldn't resist calling his girlfriend
over, and the three of us fucked her hard three more times before our lust subsided.
The evening paper's social news section published a story: "Second-generation Taiwanese entrepreneur robbed during a rendezvous in the mountains,
discovered by passersby having sex with the current mayor's daughter." The article, based on his description, claimed three robbers raped his girlfriend and forced him into having sex in the wild
. What a load of rubbish! He clearly did it in the car, and now he's shifting all the blame onto us. No problem,
we have evidence. We'll send it to his father, and his father will have to consider handing over his inheritance to his younger brother.
That was great! Hopefully, there will be another chance to report back. See you next time!

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