Life as a good little girl/The group of boys stops you
From Create Your Own Story
Ignoring the boys you walk away, trying to strut like a slut, making your hips sway so much your skirt nearly twirls around you, giving the boys a fine view of your lower ass
"That's it, honey, work that ass!" the boys yell.
"How about lifting that skirt again like you did before?"
"Or just show us your pussy! Y'know you want it."
Blushing, you look back, not at them, but to see if Tiffany is still watching. The boys, of course, take this as encouragement, but you hardly hear them call out even filthier things as your eyes lock on Tiffany. Standing behind them at the first row of cars she's smirking in obvious delight.
"Wanna gang bang?" They ask.
Seeing you look back she lip syncs, 'dirty whore' and nods at you. Naturally you nod back.
The boys stop and stare, amazed at your acceptance. It takes them a moment to react.
Tiffany mimes again, this time lifting shirt and skirt. You stare at her in horror, and she mimes again as the boys surge forward.
"Really?" They ask, hardly believing their luck that a girl as young as you would want to take them all on.
Oblivious to them you shake your head at Tiff and she puts her hands on her hips, clearly disappointed.
"Fucking cock-teasing whore," the boys grumble, glaring at you.
Seeing Tiffany's face change from admiring to disappointed you lick your lips, and reach down, smiling at your besty one hand pulls up the skirt a bit, the other pulling aside the top.
Tiff looks a little more interested, but waggles her hand in a so-so manner. Gulping, you yank your skirt all the way up and start tucking it under the already stretched waistband like it was a shirt. It gets hard a third of the way around, and almost impossible at two-thirds. For the last third you have to suck your stomach and press hard to get the cloth under the far too small skirt.
Panting for breath your diaphragm can't help your with you look up with a pink face at the leering boys inspecting your hairless crotch. Seeing Tiffany gesturing for the top, and desperate to please, you grab your top and yank it apart. In your nervousness you yank a little too hard and the shirt slides down your arms and floats to the grass.
Stunned by the loss of your shirt, and mortified by being so close to naked in front of these strangers, you look at Tiffany with wide, desperate eyes.
"Skank," she mouths, then pumps her fist in victory, turning with a grin to disappear between the cars.
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