~Subject: The Van Ride 1 -{MMMMMMMMMMf/bond/cons}
~From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)
~Date: Thu, 25 Jan 1996 15:39:27 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This didn't get through to a lot of sites - including mine, so I'm
reposting.
This starts out slow, but IMHO it's well worth the wait.
This story focuses on a young woman who gets into a van with
ten young men. The sexual tension builds up between them,
turning her horny as hell. The hotter she gets the more she
taunts and teases and plays with them, until the inevitable
happens and there's a wild gang bang. It's consensual
but a little rough.
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There's something so wonderful about how your body feels
sometimes when you wake up in the morning. Your body feels all
relaxed, soft and warm...every time you move your muscles feel a
delicious sense of pleasure.
You know, like when you've been standing in a line, say for
hours and can finally sit down...how wonderful your legs feel? Only
it's your whole body that feels like that. Every time you turn or
stretch you feel this all-over sense of peace and languorous
pleasure.
It's even better if the room is kind of chilly and you're in
a soft, toasty warm bed, the covers drawn up around you.
The problem is that usually on mornings you feel like that
it's a week day and you have to get up soon for school.
Now I happen to be one of those people who likes school. The
classes are mostly boring, but easy, and there are piles and piles
of people there I know.
But still, I like to stretch those wakeup times out as much as
possible, turning slowly, rolling my head.
My bed is a double, because my parents got a new one, a whole
new bedroom set, actually, so gave it to me. They did get me a new
mattress, which was, like, a major relief. It would be incredibly
weird sleeping on the exact mattress where my parents had been,
like, doing it, you know?
The only covers I usually have are one black satin sheet over
me, one under me, and the big, soft, fluffy down comforter that
goes on top and is wonderfully warm.
I had to buy the satin sheets myself. My mother said it was a
ridiculous and unnecessary expense, and that she thought my head
was getting a little too swelled if I thought I should have satin
sheets.
As if!
I mean, sure people are always wanting to hang around me, and
I'm popular at school, and they're always calling and stuff, and
the boys...God, are like, all over me for dates and stuff. But I'm
not some snotty arrogant girl who thinks she's better than everyone
else.
I do admit to feeling a secret pleasure at how pretty I am,
and what a good body I have. I mean, I look at some girls who have
lots of acne, or bad hair, or are like, real fat or flat chested,
or have big noses and stuff and I feel sorry for them.
I lucked out, though. Well, it's genes, right. That's what my
science teacher says. Both my mom and dad are really good looking
so it would figure I probably would be too. Me and my brothers.
I'm not a blonde. Wouldn't that be just too perfect? Sigh.
I've often thought of dyeing my hair just to see what it's like,
but I'm afraid people would think me a bimbo and, you know, too
concerned with my looks.
After all I have great hair. It's a sparkling bright shade of
brown, a kind of light chestnut. It's very thick and full of body.
I've tried lots of styles and stuff but right now it's mostly
straight with just a little bit of wave, and about halfway down my
back.
I prefer the windblown look in front, so it takes me a while
to blow dry it every morning. I have lots of unruly bangs that I
have to keep sweeping aside from my eyes, too. I like it, though.
I like the image it gives of partly sweet and innocent, partly sexy
and cool.
My face is oval, and pretty nicely shaped, with wide,
cornflower blue eyes, a small, button nose, full, soft lips, and
just a tiny sprinkling of freckles. My skin, aside from those few
freckles is almost flawless.
I took after my mother in that way, unlike my poor brothers
who take after my dad and are always having to dose themselves with
clearasil.
I'm five feet six, which is just a bit short, but not real
short, if you know what I mean. I'd prefer four more inches, but I
can't complain. Like, my friend Beth is just five feet tall, so I'm
lucky compared to her.
I have pretty good legs, nice and smooth and well-sculpted,
and my body is generally pretty healthy and athletic, since I use
my dad's exercise machine every weekend to keep firm and trim.
The two parts of me that matter, though, that all the guys go for,
are my ass and my boobs, and they're both just perfect.
Like, my boobs, for instance, aren't super big. I would hate
to be really busty like Cheryl Cooper, who has these enormous boobs
that distort her shape no matter what she wears. Plus everyone
stares at them all the time, and make jokes about them. I've seen
them in the shower at school and they really are incredibly big.
I'd hate to have to walk around with so much weight.
See, boobs can be kind of a pain. Don't get me wrong, I love
my boobs. I love to lay on my back and slide my hands over them,
just very lightly, following their lines, the smooth roundness of
their form.
But boobs can be annoying when you want to move fast, like
running or jumping, or, like, when you want to lay on your belly,
or lean forward.
Anyway, my boobs are kind of big. They're nothing like
Cheryl's. I think she's a thirty-eight double D. Mine are only
thirty-six Cees. But I'm kind of slim, so they really kind
of...uhm, stick out, if you know what I mean. They look bigger on
me than they are. I mean, if Holly Dunlop, who is six foot three
had my exact boobs they'd probably look kind of small.
But on me they look good. They make my tops push out in just
the right way, just enough that guys look and think hmm, she's got
a nice set in there, but not enough for them to go, lookit the tits
on her. You know?
I should mention my nipples. They're both wonderful, and also
a pain, like my boobs I guess. They're about the size of nickels.
Oh, well, I mean, the areolas are the size of nipples. The little
nipples are a lot smaller, of course. They're very pink, and
eeexxtreeeemmmlly sensitive.
I've asked other girls, in a kind of roundabout way, if their
nipples are really sensitive, and I think mine are especially
sensitive, much more so than others. Just a little thought of
something arousing and they get all stiff and stick out really
really hard.
My nipples are really obvious when they're hard, too. They
become fatter, almost as thick as my little finger, and stick out
through anything I'm wearing that's at all tight. And I like
wearing tight tops.
They're also very sensitive to the cold, which can also make
them erect.
And when they're erect, they become, like, incredibly
sensitive to any kind of touch. Just rubbing my arms against them
through my blouse or shirt cane send hot little tingles through my
chest...and then my boobs get swollen and hot too, and soon, for no
good reason I'm, like, really horny.
I have a reputation for not dating much, and not doing a lot
on dates. You know why that is? It's because the first thing guys
go for once they're kissing you is your boobs, and I'm just a
fucking goner once some guy starts playing with my boobs. My mind
spins away, my insides turn to mush, my groin burns with a liquid
heat, and I'll do almost anything.
So I pretty much avoid dating guys at school to keep from
getting a reputation as a whore. And it's all because of my super
sensitive nipples.
Not that my boobs aren't sensitive too, of course. The skin
seems much softer and more sensitive than almost anywhere else on
my body, and stroking and caressing them turns me on even when it's
just me doing it. When a guy who knows what he's doing - and there
aren't many - gets his fingers digging into my soft mammary meat,
starts mashing and squeezing them...well, you combine that with a
little nipple work and I lose my mind.
And a girl my age isn't supposed to act like that, you know?
We're supposed to be pure and sweet and not let anyone go too far
unless we really, really love them and are in a long lasting
relationship...meaning a few months, anyway.
My breasts are quite firm, and actually stick up just a bit,
rather than sagging. I could get away without wearing a bra
sometimes, like when I wear a sweatshirt, say, but the rubbing of
my nipples against the fabric always, always makes them hard, and
then people stare.
My ass now, thank God, isn't nearly so sensitive. Ha! It looks
just as good, though, nice and firm and round, like an apple, so
guys stare at me coming or going. I have nicely rounded hips, not
too much, but a nice swelling from my thin, flat belly and narrow
waist.
So guys can stare at me both coming and going!
That's both embarrassing and exciting. I guess a lot of things
have good and bad points to them, huh?
I mean, it feels weird walking past some strange
boys...actually even men now that I'm older...and knowing...just
absolutely knowing for sure that their eyes are turned and focused
right on your ass, watching it as you walk away. It's even
stranger, and sometimes embarrassing when they're facing me and I
catch their eyes looking down at my chest.
But sometimes it's also kind of...exciting, you know? Knowing
they're thinking how good looking you are, knowing they're looking
at you and wishing they could get you undressed, that they're
imagining you naked, and wishing they could grope you and fuck you
and all...well, it can really be a turn-on.
Not that it took me a lot to get turned on. I find my mind
turning to sex more and more these days. Of course, given the
things that have happened to me lately that isn't really
surprising.
If my parents had any idea...
I sighed and rolled over again under the covers, the soft
satin caressing my skin. I was naked, the way I always slept, and
I spread my legs wider, drawing my knees back a little so the soft
fabric would slide over my inner thighs.
I slid my hands slowly up my body, along my soft, firm belly,
then up to my breasts, squeezing them slowly...gently...mashing
them together, then pulling them apart. My nipples hardened
immediately and I rubbed the satin across them and sighed in
pleasure.
I thought about yesterday afternoon, and how it had changed my
outlook on many things having to do with sex.
I had gotten all ready and gone out to a concert with this
guy named Kyle. It was a first date, and I didn't really know him
that well.
Unfortunately, the concert was cancelled just after it started
due to a power failure of some kind. So we all broke up kind of
early. I tagged along with Kyle, hoping to get him alone somewhere
and...let him know what I was interested in.
But he got a ride home for us with this other guy he knew who
owned a van. Not only were we not alone but we had to sit in the
back of the van, on the floor, with, like seven or eight other
guys. I was pissed off at first, because you couldn't so much as
whisper without everyone hearing. And I had wanted to get to know
Kyle a little, you know?
Everyone talked pretty casual like, about the concert and
stuff, and nobody really flat out stared at me, but I started to
feel this kind of sexual tension in the air, and I, like, knew that
every single one of them wanted me.
Does that sound arrogant? Well, maybe. Maybe it was the mood
I was in, which was majorly horny.
Their eyes moved over me, then off, then back again. They all
seemed to be faced so they could watch me. I felt this kind of heat
in my groin.
And then one of them talked about this backup singer who was
on the stage, and how hot she was, and another of them looked at me
and smiled and said, like, that she wasn't nearly as good looking
as me. And then they all agreed, and I felt this mental growl among
them, and knew they all wanted to do me.
I had this fantasy of them all doing it, grabbing me and
fucking me together, a big gang bang. The thought was both
frightening and intensely arousing. It wasn't that I wanted to do
it, but the thought of it was enough to make my nipples harden
instantly.
As I sat against the wall and tried to pretend a casualness I
didn't feel, the light coming through from the cars behind us and
around us, and the bright street lights was enough that any of them
would have clearly seen my nips sticking out against my shirt.
So I pulled my knees up, kind of casual like. Of course, this
made the crotch of my tight jeans dig in against my pussy, and I
started getting really hot.
And one guy was saying how maybe I should, like, try out as a
dancer or something. And then another one said, kind of as a joke,
that I should be a nude dancer. And I felt the sexual atmosphere
getting even tenser.
I knew that I could have every one of them, the eight in back
and the two in front. Just me. And the idea was starting to turn my
pussy into a raging volcano. I wouldn't have them...they would have
me!
I consciously lowered my legs, pushing them out, having to
drape them across the legs of a couple of other guys. Nobody
complained, though. I asked if they minded and they said no, then
one of them, who was further away kidded me about please rest my
leg on him.
I was feeling almost light-headed with the sexual heat
churning in my belly then, and I teasingly stretched out one leg,
which meant spreading my legs wide, and laid it across his ankle.
And he pretended to moan and groan in excitement.
"Don't get a boner, Rick," one of the others teased.
I didn't really know their names. I mean, they'd given them to
me, of course, but when you get introduced to nine guys at the same
time it's awfully hard to remember any of them.
"Keep away from him, Meghan. He's a pervert," another guy
across the van said.
"Girls like perverts," Rick said.
"Yeah right," someone snorted.
"You like perverts, Meghan?" a guy asked.
"Sometimes," I said with a grin and a shrug.
A little voice in my head was saying "You better not fuck
around with these guys, Meghan. You're stuck in here with them and
who knows what might happen."
I ignored it.
The car that had been behind us passed us and this pickup
truck came up behind us. It had higher lights and they were beaming
almost right into the window, like into my face. I squinted my eyes
against it, and when one of the guys near the door said come and
sit there I decided to move.
That meant crawling across a bunch of legs and feet on all
fours. The guy in the corner who'd offered reached out to take my
arm and help me forward, but then one of the guys nearer the front
of the van grabbed my ankle.
"No. We want her near us," he laughed.
"Yeah, we want Meghan up front," another guy said, grabbing at
my other ankle.
"You've had her long enough," another of the guys near the
back doors said. And then he reached out and grabbed at my arm too.
It was all playful...kind of..but also sexual, and I felt kind
of...proud for having all these guys looking at me and wanting me.
I also felt a kind of exhibitionistic heat. Like, there I was
kneeling on all fours in tight pants, and there were several guys
behind me staring right at my ass. And also I was wearing that
loose-at-the-bottom cropped top and I saw a couple of guys trying
to look up it.
Then I yelped as someone grabbed my ass.
"No groping," one of them said. "Least without permission."
Then I fell forward against one of the other guys near the
back, sprawled half across his lap before I could turn and finally
pull myself into the small space between two of them they'd managed
to make.
One of them put his arm over my shoulder.
"There. This is much better. Isn't it, baby?" he grinned.
"Uh yes," I gulped.
At least the bright lights of the following pickup weren't in
my face now.
The talk turned a bit casual again, until some guy mentioned
a movie he'd seen that was then playing. It was set in the early
nineteen seventies.
"Did you see how tight they wore their pants then?" he said.
"Yeah," another guy nodded. "Fuckin amazing they could ever
get them on."
"I liked the way the girls looked in them," another guy said,
to much agreement.
"Hey, Meghan, how come girls don't wear really tight pants any
more?" one of the guys beside me asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know, because it's not in style. People
would think you were a showoff or a slut."
"Your pants are kind of tight," another of the guys said with
a grin.
"They're not that tight," I said defensively.
Of course now all the guys were looking at my pants openly,
and I felt that shimmery heat down there again.
"Yeah, but now girls wear those nice tops that don't come all
the way down," another guy said.
"Yeah, I like those," another guy said.
Others said they did too, and I giggled a little self-
consciously.
"I saw this girl once and she bent over where I was sitting
down and you could look right up the bottom and see everything,"
another guy said.
"Pervert," another guy said.
"You'd just see her bra."
"No, she didn't have a bra."
"Cool."
"You could see everything, man."
"Let's get Meghan to bend over," someone said to laughter.
"I'm wearing a bra," I said, a little embarrassed but also
excited.
"Prove it."
"Yeah, let's see it."
"What kind of bra?"
"Show us."
"Take it off. Take it off."
"Fuck you guys," I laughed.
"Any time you want."
"You wish," I said.
"Girls have great underwear," one of them said. "Guys have
boring underwear."
"Yeah."
"You like to wear girls underwear, Colin?"
"I like to look at it," he protested amid laughter.
"On girls," someone else said.
"I like girls who don't wear bras," someone else said.
"Or anything else," another guy laughed.
"What's the name of that girl from The Neighbourhood on TV who
says she never wears underwear?"
"That's Chelsea Rook."
"Yeah, she's cute."
"She's also flat," I said. "She doesn't need a bra."
"You're not flat, Meghan," someone giggled.
I blushed again, and folded my arms over my chest in mock
anger.
"Sure isn't," another guy said.
"Just tell us what color your bra is, Meghan so we can
fantasize," another guy said.
"No way," I laughed.
"Come on. White?"
"No."
"Black?"
"No. It's green, okay?" I blushed again as several of them
laughed and whooped.
"Green undies."
"Show us."
"Uh uh."
"Come oooon. Please?"
"You guys are perverts."
"No, we're bored," another guy sighed.
"Fucking traffic," another guy growled.
"Yeah, hey, Eddie, can't you move this fucking thing?"
"What do you want me to do, drive over the traffic in front?"
the driver called back.
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"So show us your bra, Meg."
"No," I said, my insides churning and steaming.
"Why not? You probably wear less on the beach."
"That's on the beach."
"You know what I like on the beach," a guy said. "Those thong
bathing suits."
"Yeah," a half dozen guys said.
"You ever wear one of those, Meg?"
I shook my head.
"Why not? All girls should wear them."
"Too embarrassing," I said, blushing.
I was kind of squeezed in between two guys, and one of them
had hand in his lap and his arm kind of pushing against the side of
my breast. It wasn't accidental either cause he had to lean forward
a bit from the wall to do it. I pretended I didn't notice.
"Let's take a vote. Who wants to see Meghan's bra?"
Everyone held or waved their arm and hand and shouted me!
I giggled, then kind of gripped the bottom of my top and
yanked it up then down again.
There were a bunch of yells and whistles and protests that it
hadn't been long enough, and they begged me to just do it again.
"I was looking the other way."
"I didn't see."
"The light was in my eyes."
So I kind of rolled my eyes and shook my head, then lifted the
top right up, baring my chest.
The bra I was wearing was a lacy french one with half cups. It
was silky soft, which I liked because it made me feel sexy and
because with no friction against my boobs my nipples were less
likely to get hard.
"What color are your panties?" a guy asked as soon as I pulled
my shirt down.
"Forget it!" I exclaimed.
"Nice bra."
"Yeah."
"Really sexy."
I shrugged kind of cockily.
"Nice boobs inside it."
"Yeah!" several guys agreed.
"Everything about Meghan is nice."
"Oh right," I snorted.
"Show us your boobs!"
"No way!"
"Show us your panties."
"Oh, show me yours," I sniffed.
"Sure."
"We will if you will."
"You show us yours and we'll show you ours," another guy
giggled.
One guy knelt and lifted his T-shirt up under his arms,
pushing his bare chest out. Others laughed at him and one jerked
him back down. Another guy got to his knees and pulled his pants
down.
He had black jockey underwear, and before he jerked his pants
back up I could see the clear outline of his cock, which looked,
not erect, but...not soft either.
There were more taunts and shouts directed at him and he was
shoved back, but then a couple more guys got to their knees long
enough to jerk their pants down and display their underwear. One
guy had big boxer shorts with hearts on them and everyone,
including me, laughed like crazy.
Well, then, feeling hot and sexy and basking in their lust I
pushed up onto my knees, undid my belt and opened my pants.
"Now I'm only doing this once," I said.
Everyone leaned forward to watch as I jerked my pants down and
bared my green lacy panties. they were very small, with a narrow
elastic waistband that clung to my hips, then dove deeply down to
the small V of fabric over my crotch.
I trembled slightly as I held my jeans around my thighs, then
I jerked them back up and sat back down, doing up the catch as they
whistled and yelled their compliments. I flushed deeply,
embarrassed but super hot under their lust and attention.
"Take it off! Take it off!" one of them yelled.
"Yeah! Take it all off!"
I shook my head, smiling self-consciously.
"We'll show you ours," one of them said.
"She'd need a magnifying glass, Joey," someone else sneered.
"Yeah, fuck you, Miller."
"You're both no bigger than worms," another guy said.
"Yeah, and what's yours, spaghetti?"
I just like, sat there quietly in the shadows as they all
argued about who had the biggest cock. This was an incredibly
strange position to be in. The only girl among all these guys, and
I kind of squeezed my pussy together, getting hotter and hotter.
Then one of the guys across the van pulled his cock out of his
pants and showed it to everyone...including me. I gasped and
blushed even more as he was yelled at and taunted. He put it back
in, arguing with someone near him.
There was so much shouting and laughter I couldn't hear much
of the words. Then another guy jerked his cock out and showed it to
everyone. It was bigger than the first guy. And then another guy
shouted for attention and pulled his out.
He was hard.
I held my breath and felt a tightness in my chest and a
squirming in my belly.
Another guy pulled his out, and then one guy shouted that
they'd have a contest. Everyone would pull theirs out and see who
was the biggest and thickest.
It was like they forgot I was there...Or at least, so I
thought, but then one of them turned to me, and I saw the hunger in
his eyes.
"Meghan can be the judge," he said.
The van got still for a moment, as all eyes turned to me, then
guys started pulling their cocks out, even the ones right beside
me. I shrank back against the wall as much as I could, heart
pounding like a triphammer.
"No fair. You guys are hard," one of them said.
"Maybe Meghan will help you out," another jeered.
"Yeah. Want to Meghan?" the guy taunted.
I shook my head in embarrassment, then held my breath as he
began to stroke his cock to get it hard. He looked up at me and his
cock thickened and lengthened almost at once.
I tried to look somewhere there wasn't any cock, but there
wasn't any place to look.
"Which is the biggest, Meghan?" one of them asked.
"Yeah, judge?"
"Maybe she needs a closer inspection," someone snickered.
I thought again about a gang bang. The thought was still
frightening, but even more intensely arousing.
I looked around at all those hard cocks and just kind of
pointed at one that looked bigger than the others. There was lots
of argument and I tried to ignore them.
But hell, there were two guys pressing against me from either
side, and their cocks were sticking out of their pants all stiff
and hard.
"We'll have a jerkoff contest," one of them said.
I didn't know what his words meant at first, then my pulse
skyrocketed.
Several guys laughed and jeered, but a few others, probably
because of me, agreed.
"Circle jerk! Circle jerk!" one guy laughed.
"Okay, first one to come wins."
"We need some inspiration."
"Yeah. Hey, Meghan, how about showing us your bra again?"
"Fuck that. Show us your tits."
"Yeah. Come on. We're showing you ours."
"Let's see your tits, Meghan!"
"Yeah, just for a second."
"No way!"
"Show us! Show us!"
"Forget it!"
"Come on! Come on!"
"We wanna see!"
One of the guys next to me grabbed the bottom of my blouse and
tugged on it, not seriously, but just teasing.
I looked around, blushing but hot, then lifted my top again,
showing my bra. Then, with my heart pounding a mile a minute, I
unclipped the clip which fastened between the cups and let my bra
fall away.
They were all whistling and yelling as I held my hands over my
breasts, then, almost unable to breath I pulled my hands away and
showed them all my swollen white boobs and hard pink nipples.
One of the guys sitting beside me reached over and grabbed one
of my breasts, giving it a fat, hard squeeze before I jerked my arm
down and twisted away, and many of the others laughed and joked.
"Okay, we need a prize for the winner," someone called.
"A kiss from Meghan," another growled.
"A kiss on the cock!"
"A blowjob!"
"No no. A kiss from the fair maiden and...her bra to remember
her by," the guy said.
Everyone seemed to agree to that, though I protested a little.
I finally agreed then, too excited to care much.
But then they wanted me to take it off first, so I shyly, and
excitedly pulled my top up again. I had to take it right off to
slip my bra straps over my shoulders, and my nipples felt
excruciatingly tender as their eyes feasted on them.
I could have mostly hidden my boobs by holding the shirt over
them as I slipped my bra off, but it was making me too excited to
have them see. My breasts were so swollen I thought they would
explode, and I knew now that if I dropped my shorts to show them my
panties they'd see a big stain in the front.
I covered my chest finally, with the shirt, as I held the bra
up by one strap. There were whistles and cheers and I blushed in
excitement and embarrassment.
Then one of the guys took the bra and while I was looking at
him another reached forward and snatched the top away from me hard
enough to jerk me forward. I fell on the pile of legs and feet,
complaining even though I was really not that upset.
I covered my breasts with my arms, glaring at him.
"Give it back!" I called amid the wolf whistles and scattered
obscene suggestions.
"Come and get it," he taunted, holding it out.
I kept my left arm across my breasts, cupping my right breast
in my hand as I leaned forward on my knees and grabbed for the top.
He kept jerking it back, and then as I got a hand on it he yanked
and I fell forward, sprawling across their legs and feet again.
I felt a hand shoot in between my legs and grab my crotch as
I quickly pushed myself up to my knees again. I wasn't
as...desperate to cover my breasts as I might have been. I was
finding this embarrassing, true, but the excitement far outweighed
it.
I grabbed at it again, much closer to him now, and he held it
above his head, then tossed it across the van to another guy. I
tried to grab at it and fell across several of their laps,
including a guy who had his hard cock out. I felt it pressing up
against my bare belly and gasped as I hurriedly pulled away.
Not before he grabbed at one of my breasts though, and then
someone else grabbed my ass. I crawled over to the other guy who
had my top, then covered my breasts with one arm again as I
straightened on my knees, grabbing at it.
"Give it!" I demanded.
"Give me a kiss and I will."
"Come oooon!"
"Just one kiss."
"All right," I pouted, heart pounding and head throbbing.
Covering my breast with one arm I moved closer, bending
forward. I yelped as someone groped my crotch again and slapped at
the guy behind me, then turned back and moved closer, so I wouldn't
have to bend over. I straddled him and put an arm on his shoulder,
then leaned forward and kissed him.
He immediately brought his arms around me, cupping my ass
while his mouth pushed hard against mine. His tongue pushed between
my lips as one of his hands came up behind my head, holding me in
place. Then his other hand came up and pushed my hand back so he
could sink his fingers into my breast.
I yelped in shock and pleasure, the heat shooting through me
as I twisted aside. I fell back across their legs again, this time
on my back, my breasts jiggling and shaking. I quickly turned onto
my belly and tried to get to my knees only to have a hand grab my
crotch, and two more slide in from either side to grope my breasts.
I shook free but one guy grabbed both my wrists. He was a big
guy, too, and kind of dragged me forward and right up against him
so he could mash his lips down on mine.
At the same time someone grabbed at my shorts, yanking at
them. I tried to break free. I got one hand loose and reached back
for them but not in time. They jerked down my legs, taking my
panties with them.
There was a roar of approval from them all as my shorts were
yanked right off my feet so hard they sent my tennis shoes flying
as well.