Angela and Dave bought a small house in suburbia. The home was on a cul-de-sac at the end of a long, heavily treed street. After several years living in a small two bedroom flat, it was great to have some space to sprawl around in, especially the back yard, which was both private and large. Dave splurged on a huge barbecue, vowing to invite the neighbors over as soon as the warmer weather hit. Angela and Dave were swingers and secretly made adult amateur movies, but no one in the new neighborhood knew this. They were always looking to recruit new stars.
After a couple of months in the new place, they invited some of the neighbors over for a barbecue and drinks. Next door was Jon Parker and his daughter Marcy. Marcy lived in the basement and owned her own beauty salon. She had long straight dark hair and very small breast. She was a tiny woman by all measurements. Dave loved meeting her in the driveway from time to time, just so he could admire her hard nipples pressing through her top.
Carmel and Trina from down the street came over too. They lived together, but neither Angela nor Dave could be certain if they were bi or gay. Two doors down were Frank and his wife Jasmine. They came over and brought some homemade wine.
The evening was a hit. Everyone was having a good time. The only one's not drinking were Dave and Marcy. It was a natural mix of people, no one left early and after dark, the small party moved indoors.
Dave had his camera out shooting scenes of his new neighbors toasting to their new home and to everyone's surprise, Angela pulled up her top in front of everyone.
"Come on Marcy let's see yours now," Dave asked.
"Yeah, show me those hot little titties," Trina shouted. Trina was a strong butch type, while Carmel was softer, more feminine.
The mood quickly became naughty. Even Frank and Jasmine, probably the more conservative couple there clapped their approval at the jeers for Marcy to flash. But Marcy didn't she was too shy. So Trina turned and looked at Carmel, then as if giving an order, she said, "Show em your tits honey." Carmel stood up and danced around the room a little, while Dave jumped up and started taping the action. Carmel was a plain looking woman, but she did have a great looking chest. As she slowly pulled her top up everyone was treated to the very full silky cups of the lower half of her bra. Then she pulled her top up completely and the sight of her tit filled bra drew oohhs and aahhs from everyone. Trina then stood beside her and pulled one of Carmel's tits out of the bra and licked the nipple.
"Oh my God," said Jasmine, as she turned and looked at her husband Frank's blushing face.
"Very cool," exclaimed Dave zooming in on the action.
Then Trina pulled out Carmel's other tit and sucked on that nipple. By now both tits were held between the lowered bra and Carmel's bunched up top. She jiggled them while Trina pulled and pinched the ever-swelling nipples. Everyone cheered but Marcy. Marcy just sat on the floor by the coffee table blushing.
"Come on honey," Trina gestured for Marcy to stand up, but Marcy wouldn't. Suddenly, the fearless and experienced Angela jumped up and pulled her top off completely. She jiggled her tits right in front of Trina and Carmel and both women laughed as they grabbed at her swinging jugs. Angela got her nipples sucked and pinched, soon they too were poking straight out; shining wet with saliva.
"Come on Jaz," Angela called to Jasmine, "let's see your titties. Jasmine blushed and laughed, looking over at Frank as if seeking his approval. The homemade wine had delivered just the right level of relaxation. Everyone was surprised and shocked to see Frank clapping and nodding his approval for Jasmine to flash the group. Jasmine did a great job of it too. She tried to out do Carmel and Trina by pulling her top completely off and squeezing her own pert tits. She kept at it as the cheering reached a higher level. Soon Jasmine was really squeezing and rubbing her tits and pulling very hard on her nipples. Her face was getting very red and Frank sat there clapping but clearly surprised at his wife's brazen behavior. Dave continued with the camera, repeating over and over how cool it was.
Soon everyone was after Marcy to get up and show her tits. Marcy blushed and continued to just sit by the table.
Finally she shouted out, "How about the guys?"
"What about the guys?" Trina barked back. "I don't give a shit about them, I want you, you little bitch. Show me your tits now or I'll tickle you till you pee."
The comment drew a round of giggles and cheers again from everyone else. Dave unabashedly obliged the challenge. He tossed the camera to Angela and pulled down his pants. He slowly teased awhile with just the bulge of his crotch hanging over his opened pants and zipper, then he pulled out his cock and gave it a few strokes for all to see. Frank covered his eyes and laughed aloud. Dave was getting hard in front of his guests and he stopped just over Marcy so she could get a good look at his cock from below. She glanced up but then looked away. Dave danced back over to his chair and pulled his pants back on while everyone cheered and laughed. Then Marcy started to get up and walk to the door.
"Well thank you for the party Dave and Angela, I have to be going soon; work in the morning you know," Marcy said.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Trina said as she moved quickly for Marcy's arm. "Come back here my little vixen," she said. This caused an even loader round of cheers and laughter from the group. With or without her top, Marcy's nipples were sticking so hard into the fabric of her shirt, it looked painful. Trina pulled Marcy back in to center of the room and in one fluid movement pulled up hard on Marcy's T-shirt. Again the cheering erupted. Carmel and Trina each grabbed a nipple.
"Oh my God," said Carmel, "just look at these nipples.
Marcy wasn't impressed; she pulled her arm away from Trina and tried to pull her top back down. Trina grabbed at her again and in the struggle caught the back of Marcy's hand on her mouth.
"Oh you little bitch," Trina said.
"Leave me alone, Marcy cried and she tried twisting away as if to leave. Marcy looked pissed off. There were some oohhs and aahhs again, but no cheering or laughing. The situation seemed more aggressive now, and even Dave and Angela looked a little surprised as Trina suddenly lifted Marcy up and tossed her on the floor with a thud.
"I told you I was going to tickle you till you pissed, didn't I little bitch?" She taunted, as she feel over Marcy running her fingers over the young woman's ribs. As if rehearsed, Carmel fell onto Marcy too grabbing at her legs. Marcy began squealing as Trina tickled her. The small group once again relieved it was all in fun began laughing and cheering Trina on.
"I'll need help," Trina ordered, laughing as the girl beneath her squirmed wildly.
The group instinctively came to the call. No one realized how desperate Marcy was to escape. The tickling made it impossible for anyone to know whether she was laughing or crying. Frank volunteered to hold her arms up above her head, while Dave's muscles made quick work helping Carmel hold her legs. Jasmine knelt beside Marcy helping Trina pull the T-shirt up and over Marcy's head. Angela came to Carmel's aid in pulling Marcy's shorts down, exposing a pair of light blue panties.
Trina was in charge. She ordered the girl's legs spread, so Dave and Carmel complied, and Angela removed the shorts from around Marcy's left foot. Marcy's body was bouncing off the rug as Trina and Jasmine applied their hands all over the girl's ribcage and armpits. She screamed loudly and her muscles writhed and convulsed with the torment of the jabs and teasingly light strokes. To stop Marcy from screaming, Angela had produced some duck tape and placed it over Marcy's mouth. Trina's threat to tickle her until she peed was soon realized. Marcy's blue panties suddenly darkened with pee, some of it running out between the elastic bands and the hollows between her inner thighs.
"Holy shit," Dave cried out, "She's pissing on the rug." With that Jasmine stopped her tickling, but Trina continued. Frank was not his usual conservative looking self, his gaze told of his arousal and he held Marcy's arms all the tighter as she screamed through her gag and began crying. Carmel and Dave held her legs fast. Dave looked up to see Angela with the camera and as their eyes met, they shrugged their shoulders as if to say, let's see where this goes.
Trina stood up removing her shorts and white vintage panties. Her pussy was shaved bare and this only added to the heightened state of arousal felt by all. She pulled off her top and unhooked her bra, then tossed the works aside.
