Girlfriend's Lesson....

My poor Girlfriend….

Fran we will call her was always a little bit of a tease. She would dress really provocatively and loved the attention for doing this. The cat calls, whistles, spanks on the ass. It kind of ticked me off a little, but I was also happy 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 pockets sticking out the bottoms and a tight tee shirt that showed her well formed mid drift. I said if it turned me on the way it did imagine other guys and girls 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 summer. It was an extremely warm summer and all the girls dressed so scantily now a days. Mine was no different. I swear her shorts got shorter every year. I wish girls 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 truckers would beep at her on the highway and probably jerk 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 miles and then thrown her out naked and spent on the side of the highway.

She was just over five feet tall and had slimmed down to a nice 110 pounds. Her 36dd tits stood out at attention from her flat stomach. Her bumble bee ass was round and firm. 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 skimpy slutty little jean shorts I would drag her to the bedroom or throw her over the back of the couch or onto the dining room table. I would pump her full of cum. She would laugh and tease me more.

The poor girl did not realize how crazy she was driving me. She was innocent and a tease. I needed to make a plan to make her learn a lesson. We had a good open relationship 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 time to watch out for bad guys that she might come upon and take advantage of her. She laughed and said she could take care of herself. I thought to myself if I was bad and saw a hot little gal walking in the woods I would take advantage of her. So would others!

I set off to hatch my plan. Fran always had one area she liked to hike to. It was remote and about 6 miles in the bush. The end of the trail came out onto a nice sandy beach with large rocky cliffs. The waves would drown out any screams and no one ever hiked in there. There were also a variety of caves that could be useful.

Todays hike was no different. Fran put on the sexiest shortest pair of worn out old denim Guess jean shorts. The front white pockets hung below the cut off legs and contrasted nicely on her tanned firm legs. From waist to bottom the shorts were only a scant 8 inches. She wore a tight white t shirt and underneath the thinnest two piece white bikini ever. She had little pom pom socks and runners. A little white peak hat held a single pony tail out the back. I wanted to jump her so bad but I waited instead for my plan to hatch.

She gave me a little peck on the cheek and laughed as she could see I had a wood in my pants. She told me she would be back in 3 hours.

That is what you think I chuckled in my head.

I watched her round little 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 drink of water from her water bottle accidentally spilling it down the front of her t shirt. The thin white shirt was now transparent. Her wet tanned stomach stuck to it and the bikini outline showed. This caused her to remove her shirt and put it in the little plaid pack sack she brought with her.

When the shirt was removed large 36dd breasts were exposed covered by the smallest string bikini ever. The bikini barely held her tanned breasts in. She sprayed more water from the water bottle over her head and down her front. Her tan glistened.

The hike continued…..

Eventually she made it to the beach. Large 7 foot waves crashed loudly against the shore. A strong wind blew from the south towards land. The wind although strong was made up of warm air.

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

The plan ran like clockwork. Two tall good looking males emerged from the cliff 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 join 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 cold beer tasted great after a long warm hike. She finished it in no time.

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

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

Fran giggled nervously to herself in her head 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 lack 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 went into the mouth of the cave and set up a camera. He then used a cell phone and called someone. Fran watched and could hear him ask someone on the phone what they wanted first. She could see a smile on his face and nodding of his head.

The male said to the other guys, “okay boys, lets start”.

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 shackles. They secured her by her wrists with ...

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