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Freewill 504: Part 9 Brenda's Back (By Chris A)
Disclaimer: If you are u******e and/or easily offended by stories of an adult nature, then you should probably go away. This story and characters are purely fictitious, and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Any one who believes they should try and recreate these situations and events in a real life situation needs to get serious help. With that said: enjoy!
It had been two weeks since the night that Laura and Jamie had sent me off slutting through the campus and in those two weeks my anger had continued to grow. I was so completely humiliated that it took me several days just to come out of my dorm room. By the time all was said and done that night, I had blown three guys and had sex with six others. But their humiliation of me didn't end there. After the last round of fuckings, where I had been taken both in my cunt and in my ass, the bastards left me tied up and took my clothes. Laura and Jamie left me their, bound and gagged for half and hour, before untying my legs and parading me naked back to my room, of course letting me wear the ties around my breasts that had turned them a deep red and my nipple clamps. They kept the pictures and I dreaded the day that I would have to face that nightmare.
But now I was finally ready to get my revenge. I asked around and discovered where they had gotten the d**g and after making a substantial withdrawal from my account I now was in possession of it myself and Laura and Jamie were going to get what they deserved. I had spent the better part of a week devising my plan and how I was going to go about giving them the d**g. I had to enlist the aid of a friend of mine, but she was more than willing to assist. She had heard what I was made to do, as was most of the school, but it was nothing compared to what I had in store for them.
I could barely wait for Saturday night when it was all going to happen. The 3 week anniversary of my humiliation passed and when I woke up Saturday, I knew when I next slept I would be vindicated. I spent the day anxiously pacing around my room, hardly able to wait for night to fall. I met my friend Debbie in the dorm lobby and for the tenth time we went over what we were going to do. She was sick of going over it, but I just wanted to make sure nothing went wrong.
I drove Debbie to the party where Laura and Jamie would be and I waited patiently outside in my car while she went in to do the deed. I assumed it would be no longer than twenty minutes. Almost as if right on cue the three of them came out of the front of the house and got in the car. Laura and Jamie got in the back and Debbie got in the front.
"So, how are you ladies doing tonight?" I asked.
"Fuck you." Answered Laura.
"Jamie, slap her for talking like that to me."
I could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't want to do it, but nonetheless she slapped Laura across the face.
"Why'd you slap me bitch!" yelled Laura.
"Both of you, shut up!"
In silence we drove back to my dorm. The four of us, went into the building and up to my room. I had to direct Laura and Jamie, but I didn't mind bossing them around and they were going to have to get used to it. Once we were in the room, Debbie and I sat on the couch, while we had them remain standing.
"So, you used the d**g on me and now, it's my turn." I began. "I don't want to jump right in to this, I figured you guys could wait on us before we go back to the party." I began
"I ain't waiting on you slut." Snapped Laura.
"Laura, you can not move or speak. Jaime, take her clothes off."
Obediently Jamie moved over and began to undress Laura. She started at the bottom, removing her shoes and socks. Next to go was her jeans and panties. Once they were discarded, Jamie removed her blouse and bra. I could tell Laura was embarrassed, at being naked in front of us. Her body was very petite, and her breasts were tiny B cups. Her tits were nothing compared to mine.
"OK, Laura, you're turn. Jamie, you can't move or speak. Laura, strip her down."
Laura started at the top, removing Jamie's sweater and bra first, before removing her shoes. Next to go was her skirt and finally her pantyhose and panties. With both of them naked, I began.
"Tonight we will be your masters, and while we get your new outfits for you, we would like something to drink. So why don't you scamper off to the kitchen and get us something. A couple of beers would be nice." I felt very good about this.
Like little puppies they walked over to the kitchen and returned with a beer for each of us. We gave them their outfits for the evening and we drank our beers while watching them get dressed. Each of them got a short spandex mini-skirt. For Laura, she got a black tube top, that was too small for her little breasts, while Jamie got a loose fitting, spaghetti strapped, silk, half shirt. I figured it would go better with her C cups. The two of them got dressed and as soon as we were done with our drinks we got set to go.
"OK ladies, after you." I began
"Nope." Answered Laura.
"Excuse me. Either get going or you're going naked." I explained
Still she didn't move. The two of them stood there for a second, before they both got undressed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"The two of you need to shut up." Laura snapped as she finished getting undressed.
I wanted to speak, but I couldn't formulate the words. Both of them got back into their original outfits, before Jamie began.
"OK you two, strip."
I didn't know what went wrong but immediately I began to remove my clothes. I discarded my shoes and socks first before unzipping my jeans. I pushed them to the ground, and then slid my panties down. Debbie was already naked as I removed my T-shirt and bra. Now the two of us faced them naked.
"You see slut, someone warned us you may try this, so when Debbie here showed up with those beers we became suspicious. We didn't drink them, but we played along until we could slip the two of you the d**g."
"Oh God." I mumbled. I didn't know if I could do this again. I looked over at poor Debbie who had no idea what she was getting into.
"Since you picked up these nice slut clothes, I think you two should put them on." Jamie began.
Unable to resist, I picked up one of the skirts that was on the floor and pulled it on. Debbie did likewise. Laura tossed me the tube top and Debbie was given the other shirt. I pulled the tube top on, but it was much too small for my breasts, so it only covered about half of them. It was very tight and the only way I could situate it to cover my nipples, both the top and bottom of my breasts were exposed. Debbie was built similar to Jamie, so the shirt fit about the same on her, which meant if she put her arms over her head, it would expose her.
Once we were dressed, we left the room and went down to my car. Laura had the two of us get in the back and she drove while, Jamie rode shotgun. I figured we were destined for the party, but instead, we drove into town. Laura stopped my car in front of a bar and she told me to get out and go buy a six pack for us. I climbed out and pulled my skirt back down so it was covering me again.
"I don't have any money, so do you think I could borrow a couple of bucks." I asked
"Look slut, with tits like those, there are probably plenty of guys in there who will lend you some cash. You got twenty minutes." Explained Laura.
"Get going bitch." Added Jamie.
I started away, before Laura resumed.
"Here's the deal. You do whatever you gotta do to get the beer. The only rule is you can't make any adjustments to your clothes until you get back into the car. So I'd be careful how you walk."
Very slowly I walked up to the front door and pulled it open. The place was pretty full, and most of the guys turned to look at me when I walked in. There were three steps out front and no matter how I tried to go up them, my skirt had ridden up. I wanted nothing more than to pull it down, but my hands just wouldn't do it. I could feel the skirt about half way up my ass, so I knew my bush must have been partially visible. I moved over slowly to the end of the bar. As I waited for the bartender, I noticed the two guys who were sitting there were now fixated on my huge breasts, awkwardly covered by the poor fitting top. The bartender was all the way down at the far end of the bar.
"Them some nice tits you go there honey." Began the first guy.
I didn't say a word.
"Here, sit down." He offered.
As much as I didn't want to I did. I looked down and noticed my skirt had moved all the higher. The guy who was sitting next to him, got up and sat down next to me so I was in between the two of them. They both continued to stare at my tits, and who could blame them, they were there for all to see. I was just happy that they didn't look lower, or they really would have gotten a show.
"So what brings ya in here tonight?" asked the second, guy leaning towards me and resting his hand on my bare lower back.
"I just need to get a sixer to go." I answered.
"Lemme buy you a drink." Offered the first guy, as he very forwardly placed his hand on my bare thigh.
As hard as I tried not to look down, I did. He immediately did likewise and caught a glimpse of the hair between my legs. Very slowly his hand moved higher up my legs towards my uncovered bush. I put my hand on his, stopping his advance. I held it where it was but he very lightly began to squeeze my thigh. The bartender finally made his way down and asked what he could get for me.
"I just need a six pack of Bud, to go."
He gave me a nod and walked away. He returned a few minutes later and set a brown paper bag on the bar in front of me.
"Whatta I owe ya?" I asked
"Five-fifty."
"Aw shit, I left my purse out in my car." I began, as I turned to the guy on my left. "Can you loan me a couple of bucks?"
"Well now, that'll depend." He began, as once again his hand began to creep up my thigh.
I moved my hand that had been guarding my cunt and placed it on the bar. The guy looked at me then at the bartender.
"She's gonna have a beer with us real quick."
"Bud?" asked the bartender.
I just nodded. His hand was now on the move again. His friend looked over and noticed the guys hand creeping up my leg. Not to be left out, his hand that was resting on my back, began ever so slowly to move toward my side. The bartender set my beer down, and quickly moved down the bar. I picked it up and took a sip. His hand now how reached between my legs. I felt his finger move along my cunt lips and it sent a shiver down my back. I put my other hand up on the bar, and the guy on my right immediately got hold of my breast. He was very lightly rubbing along the exposed under side of it. I continued to sip my beer, pretending that these guys weren't touching me, but it was difficult, especially as I felt myself starting to get aroused.
"Can I get you anything else?" asked the bartender
"I think she's ready for her tab." Began the guy touching my breast.
"Seven bucks." He answered, before walking away.
I felt the hand withdrawal from my bush and I watched as he dug in his pocket. He removed a one dollar bill from his roll of money and stuck it in between my breasts. His friend taking, the cue, stopped touching me and also placed a buck between my breasts.
"I still need five dollars." I told the guys.
"There's plenty of other guys in here." He answered, before getting up
I noticed that quite a few of the guys were looking at me with two bills sticking out of my shirt. As soon as the guys who gave them to me were gone, I pulled them out. I was hoping someone would come over, since I wasn't in the mood to walk around with my skirt bunched up at my waist. I looked at my watch and realized that I only had 12 minutes left. I didn't have time to sit here and wait for someone to come over. I got up from the bar, my beer in hand and walked down the bar to where three guys were sitting. They had already noticed me, but now they were getting a much better view.
"What's up babe?" began the first guy.
"I'm kind of having a problem. I need five bucks to pay my tab and I don't have any money." I explained, hoping they would help me.
"I think I have a dollar." Said one of the guys as he removed a bill from the money he had sitting on the bar.
I held my hand out, but he wanted to put it between my tits. I dropped my arms to my side and allowed him to put it between them. I sipped at my beer and hoped his friends would be as generous. The second guy, also produced a bill. He slipped it between my tits, but he wasn't done there. He held it by the top and bottom and slid it to the left until it was even with my left breast. I couldn't believe I was doing this.
The last guy now decided that he was also going to donate to my cause and put his in my shirt. Much like his friend, he slid his until it was held in place by my right breast. While he was doing that, the guy seated on my left, began touching my ass. I squirmed a little and he quickly removed his hand. I realized they weren't going to be giving me any more cash, so I had to move on, I had 10 minutes left. I very carefully removed the bills from my shirt and continued along the bar. The next group of four guys were seated right next to the three I had just talked to. I explained to them that I need a couple of dollars to pay my tab. One of the guys picked up a bill off the bar and held it out toward me. I bent forward so he could reach me. He crumpled up the bill and shoved it between my breasts, pushing my top down a little. The one guy was now behind me and had both his hands pressed against my ass. I hoped one of the other guys would give me a dollar so I could pay my bill and leave. I was so happy when I saw the first guy reach up and get another bill. Once again he crumpled it up. I leaned forward and he again pushed it down my shirt. He pushed it much harder this time, and in so doing pushed my tube top down, exposing the tops of my nipples.
I started to back away, now that I had my money. I had taken one step, when another of the guys hooked the tube top between my breasts and said he had one to. I wanted to move away, but I couldn't with his finger pulling on my top. I stood and waited as he got a bill out. Like his friend, he crumpled it up and pushed it in. Unlike his friend, he didn't stop pushing until he had pushed the top down off of my breasts. There was applause from his friends and from around the bar as I stood there with my breasts exposed.
I quickly backed away and moved back down the bar. I dug the money out of my shirt and dropped it on the bar. I picked up my bag, and with most of me exposed, walked out to the car. Laura let me in and I climbed in the back. I looked over at Debbie and saw the horrified look on her face as I put my clothes back into place.
"What happened to you?" asked Debbie.
"Some asshole, decided that when he put his dollar in my shirt that he would pull it down." I answered, like it was nothing. I was humiliated, but I also realized it could have been far worse.
Laura started the car and we drove away. We only went a few blocks before we pulled over again.
"OK Debbie, get out." Began Laura. Jamie got out so Debbie could exit the car. She adjusted her skirt as soon as she got out.
"Go in and get us a six pack." Began Jamie
"Can I please have some money?" she asked, even though she knew she wasn't going to get any.
"Dressed like that, you shouldn't need any money. You have 20 minutes." Jamie continued.
"And Debbie, no adjusting your clothes until you get back." Laura added.
I could see by the look in Debbie eyes that she was trying to fight it, but there was no way she could and she turned and walked up to the front door. Debbie walked into the bar and the place was packed and she had to push her way through the crowd to get to the bar. She managed to squeeze in between two guys in hopes they would lend her some money. She leaned forward on the bar and waved to the bartender. Most of the people sitting around her got a good view of her tits when she had raised her arm. The shirt had fallen most of the way back into place, but she was still partially exposed. She did a little wiggle and the shirt fell back into place. The guys next to her didn't miss any of it. The bartender made his way down and took her order for a six of Bud.
He returned a few minutes later and set it in front of her and told her it would be five dollars. She nodded and the bartender moved away.
"Excuse me." She began to the guy on her left. "I forgot my purse at home, do you think I could borrow five bucks?"
"Can I ask you something first?"
"Sure?"
"Are you wearing a bra?"
It should have been painfully obvious that she wasn't. "No."
"Prove it to me, and I'll give you the money."
She wiggled around, allowing her C cups to jiggle freely under the loose fitting half-shirt. "Enough proof?" She asked.
"Seeing is believing. If you know what I mean." He continued.
"Fine." She answered, before quickly lifting up her shirt and exposing herself.
She got the attention of quite a few of the patrons. The guy was a good sport about it and gave her three bucks.
"I thought you were going to give me 5." Debbie asked.
"Three bucks is good for a quick peek." He answered. "But maybe my friend could help you out."
Debbie turned to the guy on the right. He was already staring at her, eyeing up her chest. She began anyway, even though he knew what she was going to ask. "Can I borrow two dollars?"
"I'll give you a buck if I can see you tits." He answered.
Once again Debbie pulled up my shirt, giving him a quick look at her modest tits. Once the show was over, he handed her a dollar. She took the bill and put it in her hand with the others.
"So what? You need another buck?" asked the first guy.
"Yeah."
"Are you wearing panties?" he asked.
Debbie didn't immediately answer his question. She looked around absently, before turning back to him and answering. "No."
"I'll give you that dollar, if you let me check." He offered, sliding the bill on the bar closer to her.
"Fine."
He dropped his hands onto the sides of her legs and began to push her skirt up. She moved around uncomfortably, but he continued to lift it higher. Finally he had the entire thing bunched up around her waist, leaving her completely exposed below the waist. He slipped his hand between her legs and ran his finger through her light brown hair. The second guy also took and opportunity to touch her. They continued to touch her for a few minutes as the people around them looked on. Once they were done, the guy gave the dollar. She gave it to the bartender as he passed. She reached to grab the six pack, when she felt someone pinch her ass. She turned around quickly, but the moved along. She again turned to the guy on the left.
"Could you do me one more favor?"
"What is it darling?" he asked, leaning in closer to her.
"I kind of have a problem. Could you pull my skirt down? My hands are kind of full." She asked.
"Sure." He answered.
She felt him grab the bottom of the skirt and pull it down, until she was covered. She let out an audible sigh and began to walk away. She hadn't even taken a step when he yanked he skirt down further. She wanted to run, but he still had a hold of it.
"Far enough down?" he asked.
"Yes." She answered, looking at the top of her bush exposed.
"A little more." His friend cut in.
He pulled it down sharply again. It was now below her ass, and the entire triangle of hair between her legs was visible.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Fine. Can I go now?" she asked.
"I was talking to my friend." He clarified.
"A little lower." He continued.
Again she felt her skirt move down. It was now at mid thigh, and she was scared that if he pulled it again, it was going to come off. Everyone on this side of the bar was now looking at her standing there with her skirt pulled down, yet doing nothing about it. The guy finally let go and quickly she moved away. It was again tough to push through the crowd. Most of the guys who had seen her skirt pulled down, pinched at her ass and tried to get a hand in her bush. She was almost out of the crowd by the front door when she felt someone tug down on her skirt again. There were so many people around her that she was having a hard time moving, but even as thick as the crowd was, her ass was still being grabbed by almost everyone she passed. One guy got a handful of her bush as she passed, she only hoped the skirt would stay on until she got to the car. She was finally free of the crowd and quickly out the front door. She climbed in the car with her skirt around her knees.
I looked over at her and could see she was crying. I knew that more than once I had wanted to, but I fought the urge as well hard as I could. She pulled her skirt up and buried her face in her hands. We didn't make anymore stops until we reached the party.
"OK you two, out of the car, it's time to party." Laura began
The four of us got out and after Debbie and I made the necessary adjustments to our clothes, we followed after them. We stopped halfway up the walk and Laura began again.
"OK sluts, here's the rules. No adjusting your clothes, you're just gonna have to deal with it. Ya know, you dress like that, you take your chances. For the rest of the night Brenda, you will introduce yourself as slut, and Debbie, you will go by whore. If someone tries to engage you in conversation will talk to them. Neither of you will mind if people touch you, it turns you on. You both also want to drink. You will not turn down a drink all night. If there's a game going on you will want to play. You won't be able to leave until I say so. Do you both understand?"
We both nodded in agreement. With that said, we followed Laura and Jamie up the front steps and to the door. We both had to move very slowly on the stairs and even doing that, my skirt was sliding up. I looked over at Debbie and noticed hers was in much better shape. Just my luck. Laura knocked, then pulled the door open and the four of us walked in. There was probably 20 people in the room, and I guessed there were probably at least as many in other parts of the house.
"Each of you need a beer. Just put the rest in the fridge and, once you're done that, start mingling." Laura began.
Unable to stop ourselves, we moved through the living room, in search of the kitchen. We were definitely getting noticed as we moved through the crowd. We moved into the dining room and finally into the kitchen. We put the six packs in the fridge after first removing one each. I opened mine and looked over at Debbie.
"This is all your fault." She said, before walking away.
There were a few people in the kitchen, but very quickly I left the room and went back into the living room. I moved over toward the staircase and looked around the room. I was surprised that I didn't see Debbie. I was only alone for a few minutes before a couple of guys approached me.
"I just wanted to tell you, that those are the most amazing tits I've ever seen." Began the first guy, while pointing at my tits, in the poorly fitting shirt.
I didn't say anything. I sipped at my beer and continued to look for Debbie. I had no idea where she could have gotten to.
"Don't you worry that they'll fall out of that shirt?" he asked.
"Not really." I answered.
"So what's your name?" asked the first guy. "My names Doug and this is Pete."
It was the question I hoped he wouldn't ask. "Well, my friends call me slut."
"Really?" questioned Doug
"Yeah, mostly because of the way I dress." I answered. I took another sip of me beer.
"Hey, did you wanna do a shot?" asked Pete.
"Yeah." I answered, even though I hated doing shots.
"C'mon." He finished as he led the two of us away. As we were walking to the kitchen, I noticed Debbie was sitting on the couch, talking to a couple of guys.
Pete poured out three shots and handed one to each of us. I was about to drink, when Doug began. "To her tits."
The three of us drank them down. I immediately took a sip of my beer to fight back my sudden urge to cough. I set my glass on the table and was about to leave when he asked if I wanted another. It was an offer I couldn't refuse. He poured me another one and handed it to me. I waited for him to refill their glasses, but he didn't.
"What about you guys?" I asked.
"I think we're gonna pass this round." Answered Pete.
I didn't like the way this was going already. I quickly poured down the shot. This time the coughing fit was unstoppable and I could feel my tits bouncing around as I did. I finally managed to suppress my cough and took another sip of my beer. I could tell without looking that my shirt had ridden up a little and another episode like that I feared my breasts would fall out the bottom. I guess they noticed it to, because Pete quickly refilled my glass again. I really didn't want to do this, but nonetheless, I tilted my head back and poured it down. It seemed as if each shot was progressively worse. My coughing fit this time lasted for much longer and I felt my one tit slip out the bottom of my shirt. I took a sip of my beer as soon as I could, but it was too late.
"Are you still not worried about them titties falling out?" asked Doug
"Maybe a little." I answered, but made no effort to fix it.
"Hey Pete, would you mind grabbing me another beer?" I asked. I figured if he was doing that, I wouldn't have to do another shot.
"Sure, no problem." He answered before walking away.
"You gonna fix you top?" asked Doug, completely captivated by the sight of my bare breast.
"Can you fix it for me?" I asked.
"Sure."
He moved toward me and pulled it up off of both breasts. Once they were uncovered, he put his hands around them and began to massage them. I could feel my nipples getting hard against the palms of his hands, but I made no effort to stop him. I liked it. Once he had gotten his free feel he pulled the top back down and covered them for me. He had it much lower than I did, and the tops of my dark nipples were exposed. Pete returned with my beer and I could tell he was disappointed that I was now covered again.
"I'm gonna take a walk out front." I began.
"Do you mind if we tag along."
I didn't answer, but started back through the living room. I glanced over at the couch where Debbie was sitting and I noticed her shirt was sitting on the table and two guys were fondling her breasts. I continued through the room and out onto the front porch.
"Where you going, slut?" began Laura
"Just getting some fresh air." I answered.
"That was pretty tricky, having that guy fix your top for you." Laura continued. "So, since you like him touching your clothes, you need to tell him the next time you see him that if he's gonna fix your clothes again, he might as well just take them off. You can make up the explanation as to why. If he does take them off, you can't put them back on unless you have sex with him and whoever he's with. And remember, you like being naked, so you will think nothing of it."
I nodded.
"Did you need another drink, slut?" asked Jamie
I looked down at the full beer in my hand and told her yes anyway. With that said, the two of them walked off. I sipped on the beer I had, knowing that another was coming. Pete and Doug came out the door a moment later and walked over to where I was standing. They didn't get to say a word, before I began.
"Hey Doug, if you have to fix my clothes again, I think you should take them off."
"Really?"
"Yeah." I answered while sipping my beer. "If it becomes obvious that they're not going to stay on right, I don't wanna be bothered fixing them all night."
"Sure thing." He answered.
Laura and Jamie came back out onto the porch a few minutes later and Jamie slapped the ice cold brew in my hand. I still wasn't finished the one I was drinking, so I took the new one in my other hand. They didn't stay around long. Once they were gone, the three of us began to talk. It wasn't long before the conversation returned to my comment about my clothes. I didn't want to talk about it since my head was getting fuzzy from the drinking, and I might say something I shouldn't. But they were persistent.
"So lemme get this straight." Began Pete as he moved over to me. "If your tits were to fall out of your shirt like this." He continued, before pulling my top down. "You would rather just take it off?"
"It's like I said, I ain't gonna be bothered having you guys fix the thing all night." I explained, much to their pleasure. I didn't know if they were smiling at my answer, or the fact that my large breasts were hanging there exposed.
I finished my first beer and set the bottle down on the porch railing, but didn't make an effort to conceal myself.
"Did you want me to fix your top again?" asked Doug.
"Yes." I answered, before putting my arms over my head. I guess up to that point they thought I was k**ding. Doug stood in front of me and pulled the top up over my breasts and didn't stop lifting until it was free of my arms. He set it down on the rail next to my empty beer bottle.
"Aren't you worried about walking around like that?" asked Pete, almost drooling of my tits.
"Nah." I answered, even though I was. I was also worried about Debbie. It scared me that she was out of her shirt so quickly.
Doug moved back over to me and I felt both of his hands close over one of my tits. He squeezed it firmly and I have to say, it turned me on. Pete was quick to tend to the other one. Their four hands massaged my breasts, arousing my nipples again. I knew there was nothing I could do about what they were doing, but the thing that worried me was, I didn't want anyone coming out of the house to see what was going on. It was bad enough that two guys were all over my chest, I didn't need ten more!
"Would you guys mind if we went around the side of the house?" I asked.
"Sure." They agreed and the three of us walked down the front steps and around to the darkened side of the house. I was still drinking my beer, when we arrived. Doug tossed my shirt on the ground and moved toward me again. They had both noticed that my skirt had ridden up and my ass was hanging out.
"Lemme fix your skirt." He began, pulling it down so it was covering me again. It only remained that way for second before he pulled it to the ground. I stood there powerless to stop him. Once it was removed, they set about feeling me again. With two of them feeling my tits and fingering me, it was only a couple of minutes before I was completely horny. I reached out and grabbed the front of Doug's jeans and began to massage his hard cock through the material. Pete, seeing this, moved in closer, and my other hand went to work on him.
Over the next few minutes I had managed to get the buttons undone and the zippers lowered on their jeans, allowing to feel their bare members in my hands. Their hands had continued to stimulate me and I felt like I was going to explode. I finally got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled away from them. They were initially disappointed, until they saw me lay down on my back and open my legs. With an invitation like that, neither of them could resist.
When the two of them were done with me they walked away, leaving me naked on the grass. Very slowly I managed to sit up. I was exhausted and my head was spinning from the drinking. I managed to get to my feet and pull my skirt up into place. I picked up my top and carefully slid it on. They had both been very rough with my tits, while they were fucking me. They were very sensitive and I could feel where I had bruises. I managed to get the top on as well as I could and after picking up my beer, which was now warm, I walked back to the porch.
"How ya doing slut?" asked Laura.
I didn't say anything.
"Answer me!"
"My tits hurt." I answered.
"Such is the life of a slut." Jamie chimed in.
"I wanna go inside." I said
"Let's talk first." Started Jamie. "How many guys have you fucked tonight?"
"Two." I answered.
"You got some catching up to do. Debbie's at five and she upstairs entertaining more offers."
I felt so bad for getting her into this. I should have just accepted what happened three weeks ago and moved on. I didn't know how I could ever make this up to her.
I started toward the door, but Laura stopped me. "Just wait here."
Laura vanished into the house.
Disclaimer: If you are u******e and/or easily offended by stories of an adult nature, then you should probably go away. This story and characters are purely fictitious, and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Any one who believes they should try and recreate these situations and events in a real life situation needs to get serious help. With that said: enjoy!
It had been two weeks since the night that Laura and Jamie had sent me off slutting through the campus and in those two weeks my anger had continued to grow. I was so completely humiliated that it took me several days just to come out of my dorm room. By the time all was said and done that night, I had blown three guys and had sex with six others. But their humiliation of me didn't end there. After the last round of fuckings, where I had been taken both in my cunt and in my ass, the bastards left me tied up and took my clothes. Laura and Jamie left me their, bound and gagged for half and hour, before untying my legs and parading me naked back to my room, of course letting me wear the ties around my breasts that had turned them a deep red and my nipple clamps. They kept the pictures and I dreaded the day that I would have to face that nightmare.
But now I was finally ready to get my revenge. I asked around and discovered where they had gotten the d**g and after making a substantial withdrawal from my account I now was in possession of it myself and Laura and Jamie were going to get what they deserved. I had spent the better part of a week devising my plan and how I was going to go about giving them the d**g. I had to enlist the aid of a friend of mine, but she was more than willing to assist. She had heard what I was made to do, as was most of the school, but it was nothing compared to what I had in store for them.
I could barely wait for Saturday night when it was all going to happen. The 3 week anniversary of my humiliation passed and when I woke up Saturday, I knew when I next slept I would be vindicated. I spent the day anxiously pacing around my room, hardly able to wait for night to fall. I met my friend Debbie in the dorm lobby and for the tenth time we went over what we were going to do. She was sick of going over it, but I just wanted to make sure nothing went wrong.
I drove Debbie to the party where Laura and Jamie would be and I waited patiently outside in my car while she went in to do the deed. I assumed it would be no longer than twenty minutes. Almost as if right on cue the three of them came out of the front of the house and got in the car. Laura and Jamie got in the back and Debbie got in the front.
"So, how are you ladies doing tonight?" I asked.
"Fuck you." Answered Laura.
"Jamie, slap her for talking like that to me."
I could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't want to do it, but nonetheless she slapped Laura across the face.
"Why'd you slap me bitch!" yelled Laura.
"Both of you, shut up!"
In silence we drove back to my dorm. The four of us, went into the building and up to my room. I had to direct Laura and Jamie, but I didn't mind bossing them around and they were going to have to get used to it. Once we were in the room, Debbie and I sat on the couch, while we had them remain standing.
"So, you used the d**g on me and now, it's my turn." I began. "I don't want to jump right in to this, I figured you guys could wait on us before we go back to the party." I began
"I ain't waiting on you slut." Snapped Laura.
"Laura, you can not move or speak. Jaime, take her clothes off."
Obediently Jamie moved over and began to undress Laura. She started at the bottom, removing her shoes and socks. Next to go was her jeans and panties. Once they were discarded, Jamie removed her blouse and bra. I could tell Laura was embarrassed, at being naked in front of us. Her body was very petite, and her breasts were tiny B cups. Her tits were nothing compared to mine.
"OK, Laura, you're turn. Jamie, you can't move or speak. Laura, strip her down."
Laura started at the top, removing Jamie's sweater and bra first, before removing her shoes. Next to go was her skirt and finally her pantyhose and panties. With both of them naked, I began.
"Tonight we will be your masters, and while we get your new outfits for you, we would like something to drink. So why don't you scamper off to the kitchen and get us something. A couple of beers would be nice." I felt very good about this.
Like little puppies they walked over to the kitchen and returned with a beer for each of us. We gave them their outfits for the evening and we drank our beers while watching them get dressed. Each of them got a short spandex mini-skirt. For Laura, she got a black tube top, that was too small for her little breasts, while Jamie got a loose fitting, spaghetti strapped, silk, half shirt. I figured it would go better with her C cups. The two of them got dressed and as soon as we were done with our drinks we got set to go.
"OK ladies, after you." I began
"Nope." Answered Laura.
"Excuse me. Either get going or you're going naked." I explained
Still she didn't move. The two of them stood there for a second, before they both got undressed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"The two of you need to shut up." Laura snapped as she finished getting undressed.
I wanted to speak, but I couldn't formulate the words. Both of them got back into their original outfits, before Jamie began.
"OK you two, strip."
I didn't know what went wrong but immediately I began to remove my clothes. I discarded my shoes and socks first before unzipping my jeans. I pushed them to the ground, and then slid my panties down. Debbie was already naked as I removed my T-shirt and bra. Now the two of us faced them naked.
"You see slut, someone warned us you may try this, so when Debbie here showed up with those beers we became suspicious. We didn't drink them, but we played along until we could slip the two of you the d**g."
"Oh God." I mumbled. I didn't know if I could do this again. I looked over at poor Debbie who had no idea what she was getting into.
"Since you picked up these nice slut clothes, I think you two should put them on." Jamie began.
Unable to resist, I picked up one of the skirts that was on the floor and pulled it on. Debbie did likewise. Laura tossed me the tube top and Debbie was given the other shirt. I pulled the tube top on, but it was much too small for my breasts, so it only covered about half of them. It was very tight and the only way I could situate it to cover my nipples, both the top and bottom of my breasts were exposed. Debbie was built similar to Jamie, so the shirt fit about the same on her, which meant if she put her arms over her head, it would expose her.
Once we were dressed, we left the room and went down to my car. Laura had the two of us get in the back and she drove while, Jamie rode shotgun. I figured we were destined for the party, but instead, we drove into town. Laura stopped my car in front of a bar and she told me to get out and go buy a six pack for us. I climbed out and pulled my skirt back down so it was covering me again.
"I don't have any money, so do you think I could borrow a couple of bucks." I asked
"Look slut, with tits like those, there are probably plenty of guys in there who will lend you some cash. You got twenty minutes." Explained Laura.
"Get going bitch." Added Jamie.
I started away, before Laura resumed.
"Here's the deal. You do whatever you gotta do to get the beer. The only rule is you can't make any adjustments to your clothes until you get back into the car. So I'd be careful how you walk."
Very slowly I walked up to the front door and pulled it open. The place was pretty full, and most of the guys turned to look at me when I walked in. There were three steps out front and no matter how I tried to go up them, my skirt had ridden up. I wanted nothing more than to pull it down, but my hands just wouldn't do it. I could feel the skirt about half way up my ass, so I knew my bush must have been partially visible. I moved over slowly to the end of the bar. As I waited for the bartender, I noticed the two guys who were sitting there were now fixated on my huge breasts, awkwardly covered by the poor fitting top. The bartender was all the way down at the far end of the bar.
"Them some nice tits you go there honey." Began the first guy.
I didn't say a word.
"Here, sit down." He offered.
As much as I didn't want to I did. I looked down and noticed my skirt had moved all the higher. The guy who was sitting next to him, got up and sat down next to me so I was in between the two of them. They both continued to stare at my tits, and who could blame them, they were there for all to see. I was just happy that they didn't look lower, or they really would have gotten a show.
"So what brings ya in here tonight?" asked the second, guy leaning towards me and resting his hand on my bare lower back.
"I just need to get a sixer to go." I answered.
"Lemme buy you a drink." Offered the first guy, as he very forwardly placed his hand on my bare thigh.
As hard as I tried not to look down, I did. He immediately did likewise and caught a glimpse of the hair between my legs. Very slowly his hand moved higher up my legs towards my uncovered bush. I put my hand on his, stopping his advance. I held it where it was but he very lightly began to squeeze my thigh. The bartender finally made his way down and asked what he could get for me.
"I just need a six pack of Bud, to go."
He gave me a nod and walked away. He returned a few minutes later and set a brown paper bag on the bar in front of me.
"Whatta I owe ya?" I asked
"Five-fifty."
"Aw shit, I left my purse out in my car." I began, as I turned to the guy on my left. "Can you loan me a couple of bucks?"
"Well now, that'll depend." He began, as once again his hand began to creep up my thigh.
I moved my hand that had been guarding my cunt and placed it on the bar. The guy looked at me then at the bartender.
"She's gonna have a beer with us real quick."
"Bud?" asked the bartender.
I just nodded. His hand was now on the move again. His friend looked over and noticed the guys hand creeping up my leg. Not to be left out, his hand that was resting on my back, began ever so slowly to move toward my side. The bartender set my beer down, and quickly moved down the bar. I picked it up and took a sip. His hand now how reached between my legs. I felt his finger move along my cunt lips and it sent a shiver down my back. I put my other hand up on the bar, and the guy on my right immediately got hold of my breast. He was very lightly rubbing along the exposed under side of it. I continued to sip my beer, pretending that these guys weren't touching me, but it was difficult, especially as I felt myself starting to get aroused.
"Can I get you anything else?" asked the bartender
"I think she's ready for her tab." Began the guy touching my breast.
"Seven bucks." He answered, before walking away.
I felt the hand withdrawal from my bush and I watched as he dug in his pocket. He removed a one dollar bill from his roll of money and stuck it in between my breasts. His friend taking, the cue, stopped touching me and also placed a buck between my breasts.
"I still need five dollars." I told the guys.
"There's plenty of other guys in here." He answered, before getting up
I noticed that quite a few of the guys were looking at me with two bills sticking out of my shirt. As soon as the guys who gave them to me were gone, I pulled them out. I was hoping someone would come over, since I wasn't in the mood to walk around with my skirt bunched up at my waist. I looked at my watch and realized that I only had 12 minutes left. I didn't have time to sit here and wait for someone to come over. I got up from the bar, my beer in hand and walked down the bar to where three guys were sitting. They had already noticed me, but now they were getting a much better view.
"What's up babe?" began the first guy.
"I'm kind of having a problem. I need five bucks to pay my tab and I don't have any money." I explained, hoping they would help me.
"I think I have a dollar." Said one of the guys as he removed a bill from the money he had sitting on the bar.
I held my hand out, but he wanted to put it between my tits. I dropped my arms to my side and allowed him to put it between them. I sipped at my beer and hoped his friends would be as generous. The second guy, also produced a bill. He slipped it between my tits, but he wasn't done there. He held it by the top and bottom and slid it to the left until it was even with my left breast. I couldn't believe I was doing this.
The last guy now decided that he was also going to donate to my cause and put his in my shirt. Much like his friend, he slid his until it was held in place by my right breast. While he was doing that, the guy seated on my left, began touching my ass. I squirmed a little and he quickly removed his hand. I realized they weren't going to be giving me any more cash, so I had to move on, I had 10 minutes left. I very carefully removed the bills from my shirt and continued along the bar. The next group of four guys were seated right next to the three I had just talked to. I explained to them that I need a couple of dollars to pay my tab. One of the guys picked up a bill off the bar and held it out toward me. I bent forward so he could reach me. He crumpled up the bill and shoved it between my breasts, pushing my top down a little. The one guy was now behind me and had both his hands pressed against my ass. I hoped one of the other guys would give me a dollar so I could pay my bill and leave. I was so happy when I saw the first guy reach up and get another bill. Once again he crumpled it up. I leaned forward and he again pushed it down my shirt. He pushed it much harder this time, and in so doing pushed my tube top down, exposing the tops of my nipples.
I started to back away, now that I had my money. I had taken one step, when another of the guys hooked the tube top between my breasts and said he had one to. I wanted to move away, but I couldn't with his finger pulling on my top. I stood and waited as he got a bill out. Like his friend, he crumpled it up and pushed it in. Unlike his friend, he didn't stop pushing until he had pushed the top down off of my breasts. There was applause from his friends and from around the bar as I stood there with my breasts exposed.
I quickly backed away and moved back down the bar. I dug the money out of my shirt and dropped it on the bar. I picked up my bag, and with most of me exposed, walked out to the car. Laura let me in and I climbed in the back. I looked over at Debbie and saw the horrified look on her face as I put my clothes back into place.
"What happened to you?" asked Debbie.
"Some asshole, decided that when he put his dollar in my shirt that he would pull it down." I answered, like it was nothing. I was humiliated, but I also realized it could have been far worse.
Laura started the car and we drove away. We only went a few blocks before we pulled over again.
"OK Debbie, get out." Began Laura. Jamie got out so Debbie could exit the car. She adjusted her skirt as soon as she got out.
"Go in and get us a six pack." Began Jamie
"Can I please have some money?" she asked, even though she knew she wasn't going to get any.
"Dressed like that, you shouldn't need any money. You have 20 minutes." Jamie continued.
"And Debbie, no adjusting your clothes until you get back." Laura added.
I could see by the look in Debbie eyes that she was trying to fight it, but there was no way she could and she turned and walked up to the front door. Debbie walked into the bar and the place was packed and she had to push her way through the crowd to get to the bar. She managed to squeeze in between two guys in hopes they would lend her some money. She leaned forward on the bar and waved to the bartender. Most of the people sitting around her got a good view of her tits when she had raised her arm. The shirt had fallen most of the way back into place, but she was still partially exposed. She did a little wiggle and the shirt fell back into place. The guys next to her didn't miss any of it. The bartender made his way down and took her order for a six of Bud.
He returned a few minutes later and set it in front of her and told her it would be five dollars. She nodded and the bartender moved away.
"Excuse me." She began to the guy on her left. "I forgot my purse at home, do you think I could borrow five bucks?"
"Can I ask you something first?"
"Sure?"
"Are you wearing a bra?"
It should have been painfully obvious that she wasn't. "No."
"Prove it to me, and I'll give you the money."
She wiggled around, allowing her C cups to jiggle freely under the loose fitting half-shirt. "Enough proof?" She asked.
"Seeing is believing. If you know what I mean." He continued.
"Fine." She answered, before quickly lifting up her shirt and exposing herself.
She got the attention of quite a few of the patrons. The guy was a good sport about it and gave her three bucks.
"I thought you were going to give me 5." Debbie asked.
"Three bucks is good for a quick peek." He answered. "But maybe my friend could help you out."
Debbie turned to the guy on the right. He was already staring at her, eyeing up her chest. She began anyway, even though he knew what she was going to ask. "Can I borrow two dollars?"
"I'll give you a buck if I can see you tits." He answered.
Once again Debbie pulled up my shirt, giving him a quick look at her modest tits. Once the show was over, he handed her a dollar. She took the bill and put it in her hand with the others.
"So what? You need another buck?" asked the first guy.
"Yeah."
"Are you wearing panties?" he asked.
Debbie didn't immediately answer his question. She looked around absently, before turning back to him and answering. "No."
"I'll give you that dollar, if you let me check." He offered, sliding the bill on the bar closer to her.
"Fine."
He dropped his hands onto the sides of her legs and began to push her skirt up. She moved around uncomfortably, but he continued to lift it higher. Finally he had the entire thing bunched up around her waist, leaving her completely exposed below the waist. He slipped his hand between her legs and ran his finger through her light brown hair. The second guy also took and opportunity to touch her. They continued to touch her for a few minutes as the people around them looked on. Once they were done, the guy gave the dollar. She gave it to the bartender as he passed. She reached to grab the six pack, when she felt someone pinch her ass. She turned around quickly, but the moved along. She again turned to the guy on the left.
"Could you do me one more favor?"
"What is it darling?" he asked, leaning in closer to her.
"I kind of have a problem. Could you pull my skirt down? My hands are kind of full." She asked.
"Sure." He answered.
She felt him grab the bottom of the skirt and pull it down, until she was covered. She let out an audible sigh and began to walk away. She hadn't even taken a step when he yanked he skirt down further. She wanted to run, but he still had a hold of it.
"Far enough down?" he asked.
"Yes." She answered, looking at the top of her bush exposed.
"A little more." His friend cut in.
He pulled it down sharply again. It was now below her ass, and the entire triangle of hair between her legs was visible.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Fine. Can I go now?" she asked.
"I was talking to my friend." He clarified.
"A little lower." He continued.
Again she felt her skirt move down. It was now at mid thigh, and she was scared that if he pulled it again, it was going to come off. Everyone on this side of the bar was now looking at her standing there with her skirt pulled down, yet doing nothing about it. The guy finally let go and quickly she moved away. It was again tough to push through the crowd. Most of the guys who had seen her skirt pulled down, pinched at her ass and tried to get a hand in her bush. She was almost out of the crowd by the front door when she felt someone tug down on her skirt again. There were so many people around her that she was having a hard time moving, but even as thick as the crowd was, her ass was still being grabbed by almost everyone she passed. One guy got a handful of her bush as she passed, she only hoped the skirt would stay on until she got to the car. She was finally free of the crowd and quickly out the front door. She climbed in the car with her skirt around her knees.
I looked over at her and could see she was crying. I knew that more than once I had wanted to, but I fought the urge as well hard as I could. She pulled her skirt up and buried her face in her hands. We didn't make anymore stops until we reached the party.
"OK you two, out of the car, it's time to party." Laura began
The four of us got out and after Debbie and I made the necessary adjustments to our clothes, we followed after them. We stopped halfway up the walk and Laura began again.
"OK sluts, here's the rules. No adjusting your clothes, you're just gonna have to deal with it. Ya know, you dress like that, you take your chances. For the rest of the night Brenda, you will introduce yourself as slut, and Debbie, you will go by whore. If someone tries to engage you in conversation will talk to them. Neither of you will mind if people touch you, it turns you on. You both also want to drink. You will not turn down a drink all night. If there's a game going on you will want to play. You won't be able to leave until I say so. Do you both understand?"
We both nodded in agreement. With that said, we followed Laura and Jamie up the front steps and to the door. We both had to move very slowly on the stairs and even doing that, my skirt was sliding up. I looked over at Debbie and noticed hers was in much better shape. Just my luck. Laura knocked, then pulled the door open and the four of us walked in. There was probably 20 people in the room, and I guessed there were probably at least as many in other parts of the house.
"Each of you need a beer. Just put the rest in the fridge and, once you're done that, start mingling." Laura began.
Unable to stop ourselves, we moved through the living room, in search of the kitchen. We were definitely getting noticed as we moved through the crowd. We moved into the dining room and finally into the kitchen. We put the six packs in the fridge after first removing one each. I opened mine and looked over at Debbie.
"This is all your fault." She said, before walking away.
There were a few people in the kitchen, but very quickly I left the room and went back into the living room. I moved over toward the staircase and looked around the room. I was surprised that I didn't see Debbie. I was only alone for a few minutes before a couple of guys approached me.
"I just wanted to tell you, that those are the most amazing tits I've ever seen." Began the first guy, while pointing at my tits, in the poorly fitting shirt.
I didn't say anything. I sipped at my beer and continued to look for Debbie. I had no idea where she could have gotten to.
"Don't you worry that they'll fall out of that shirt?" he asked.
"Not really." I answered.
"So what's your name?" asked the first guy. "My names Doug and this is Pete."
It was the question I hoped he wouldn't ask. "Well, my friends call me slut."
"Really?" questioned Doug
"Yeah, mostly because of the way I dress." I answered. I took another sip of me beer.
"Hey, did you wanna do a shot?" asked Pete.
"Yeah." I answered, even though I hated doing shots.
"C'mon." He finished as he led the two of us away. As we were walking to the kitchen, I noticed Debbie was sitting on the couch, talking to a couple of guys.
Pete poured out three shots and handed one to each of us. I was about to drink, when Doug began. "To her tits."
The three of us drank them down. I immediately took a sip of my beer to fight back my sudden urge to cough. I set my glass on the table and was about to leave when he asked if I wanted another. It was an offer I couldn't refuse. He poured me another one and handed it to me. I waited for him to refill their glasses, but he didn't.
"What about you guys?" I asked.
"I think we're gonna pass this round." Answered Pete.
I didn't like the way this was going already. I quickly poured down the shot. This time the coughing fit was unstoppable and I could feel my tits bouncing around as I did. I finally managed to suppress my cough and took another sip of my beer. I could tell without looking that my shirt had ridden up a little and another episode like that I feared my breasts would fall out the bottom. I guess they noticed it to, because Pete quickly refilled my glass again. I really didn't want to do this, but nonetheless, I tilted my head back and poured it down. It seemed as if each shot was progressively worse. My coughing fit this time lasted for much longer and I felt my one tit slip out the bottom of my shirt. I took a sip of my beer as soon as I could, but it was too late.
"Are you still not worried about them titties falling out?" asked Doug
"Maybe a little." I answered, but made no effort to fix it.
"Hey Pete, would you mind grabbing me another beer?" I asked. I figured if he was doing that, I wouldn't have to do another shot.
"Sure, no problem." He answered before walking away.
"You gonna fix you top?" asked Doug, completely captivated by the sight of my bare breast.
"Can you fix it for me?" I asked.
"Sure."
He moved toward me and pulled it up off of both breasts. Once they were uncovered, he put his hands around them and began to massage them. I could feel my nipples getting hard against the palms of his hands, but I made no effort to stop him. I liked it. Once he had gotten his free feel he pulled the top back down and covered them for me. He had it much lower than I did, and the tops of my dark nipples were exposed. Pete returned with my beer and I could tell he was disappointed that I was now covered again.
"I'm gonna take a walk out front." I began.
"Do you mind if we tag along."
I didn't answer, but started back through the living room. I glanced over at the couch where Debbie was sitting and I noticed her shirt was sitting on the table and two guys were fondling her breasts. I continued through the room and out onto the front porch.
"Where you going, slut?" began Laura
"Just getting some fresh air." I answered.
"That was pretty tricky, having that guy fix your top for you." Laura continued. "So, since you like him touching your clothes, you need to tell him the next time you see him that if he's gonna fix your clothes again, he might as well just take them off. You can make up the explanation as to why. If he does take them off, you can't put them back on unless you have sex with him and whoever he's with. And remember, you like being naked, so you will think nothing of it."
I nodded.
"Did you need another drink, slut?" asked Jamie
I looked down at the full beer in my hand and told her yes anyway. With that said, the two of them walked off. I sipped on the beer I had, knowing that another was coming. Pete and Doug came out the door a moment later and walked over to where I was standing. They didn't get to say a word, before I began.
"Hey Doug, if you have to fix my clothes again, I think you should take them off."
"Really?"
"Yeah." I answered while sipping my beer. "If it becomes obvious that they're not going to stay on right, I don't wanna be bothered fixing them all night."
"Sure thing." He answered.
Laura and Jamie came back out onto the porch a few minutes later and Jamie slapped the ice cold brew in my hand. I still wasn't finished the one I was drinking, so I took the new one in my other hand. They didn't stay around long. Once they were gone, the three of us began to talk. It wasn't long before the conversation returned to my comment about my clothes. I didn't want to talk about it since my head was getting fuzzy from the drinking, and I might say something I shouldn't. But they were persistent.
"So lemme get this straight." Began Pete as he moved over to me. "If your tits were to fall out of your shirt like this." He continued, before pulling my top down. "You would rather just take it off?"
"It's like I said, I ain't gonna be bothered having you guys fix the thing all night." I explained, much to their pleasure. I didn't know if they were smiling at my answer, or the fact that my large breasts were hanging there exposed.
I finished my first beer and set the bottle down on the porch railing, but didn't make an effort to conceal myself.
"Did you want me to fix your top again?" asked Doug.
"Yes." I answered, before putting my arms over my head. I guess up to that point they thought I was k**ding. Doug stood in front of me and pulled the top up over my breasts and didn't stop lifting until it was free of my arms. He set it down on the rail next to my empty beer bottle.
"Aren't you worried about walking around like that?" asked Pete, almost drooling of my tits.
"Nah." I answered, even though I was. I was also worried about Debbie. It scared me that she was out of her shirt so quickly.
Doug moved back over to me and I felt both of his hands close over one of my tits. He squeezed it firmly and I have to say, it turned me on. Pete was quick to tend to the other one. Their four hands massaged my breasts, arousing my nipples again. I knew there was nothing I could do about what they were doing, but the thing that worried me was, I didn't want anyone coming out of the house to see what was going on. It was bad enough that two guys were all over my chest, I didn't need ten more!
"Would you guys mind if we went around the side of the house?" I asked.
"Sure." They agreed and the three of us walked down the front steps and around to the darkened side of the house. I was still drinking my beer, when we arrived. Doug tossed my shirt on the ground and moved toward me again. They had both noticed that my skirt had ridden up and my ass was hanging out.
"Lemme fix your skirt." He began, pulling it down so it was covering me again. It only remained that way for second before he pulled it to the ground. I stood there powerless to stop him. Once it was removed, they set about feeling me again. With two of them feeling my tits and fingering me, it was only a couple of minutes before I was completely horny. I reached out and grabbed the front of Doug's jeans and began to massage his hard cock through the material. Pete, seeing this, moved in closer, and my other hand went to work on him.
Over the next few minutes I had managed to get the buttons undone and the zippers lowered on their jeans, allowing to feel their bare members in my hands. Their hands had continued to stimulate me and I felt like I was going to explode. I finally got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled away from them. They were initially disappointed, until they saw me lay down on my back and open my legs. With an invitation like that, neither of them could resist.
When the two of them were done with me they walked away, leaving me naked on the grass. Very slowly I managed to sit up. I was exhausted and my head was spinning from the drinking. I managed to get to my feet and pull my skirt up into place. I picked up my top and carefully slid it on. They had both been very rough with my tits, while they were fucking me. They were very sensitive and I could feel where I had bruises. I managed to get the top on as well as I could and after picking up my beer, which was now warm, I walked back to the porch.
"How ya doing slut?" asked Laura.
I didn't say anything.
"Answer me!"
"My tits hurt." I answered.
"Such is the life of a slut." Jamie chimed in.
"I wanna go inside." I said
"Let's talk first." Started Jamie. "How many guys have you fucked tonight?"
"Two." I answered.
"You got some catching up to do. Debbie's at five and she upstairs entertaining more offers."
I felt so bad for getting her into this. I should have just accepted what happened three weeks ago and moved on. I didn't know how I could ever make this up to her.
I started toward the door, but Laura stopped me. "Just wait here."
Laura vanished into the house.
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