I quickly glanced up at the assembled men, most of whom were grinning madly. Most were staring down at my exposed pussy, or taking in the curve of my flushed breasts, but a few of them were staring straight into my eyes. Their pleasure was seeing the humiliation and submissive pleading in my eyes. For those, the excitement of dominating me was l stronger than the sight of my bared body. Of course, Bob was among these, and I couldn't look away from his eyes as they bore into mine, his lazy grin showing how aware he was of how his looming threat over my defenseless nudity made my heart race and my breath catch in my throat. As my widened eyes were transfixed by his, I gripped the edge of the pinball machine behind me, and leaned backward trying uselessly to get further away, feeling the dull metal edge of the machine dig into my pantiless bottom.
Bob's smile grew wider and, still staring deeply into my frightened eyes, he taunted, "Stacey, are you just going to keep showing off those big naked tits to all these guys here? Aren't you ashamed to have them staring at your boobs, your nipples swollen and red like that? What do you say we give you back your bra, would you like that?"
I grasped at the possibility that I could recover some of my decency, which was kind of silly given I was standing in front of all these guys with my panties bunched at my thighs and my genitals on display. "Please... Bob, Ed...," I whined, "give me back my top..."
"Sure," Bob continued, his grin hardening, "Who has Stacey's bra, guys?"
One of the men held the crumpled garment up, chuckling softly. Bob continued, his stare never leaving my frightened green eyes, "Would you like to return Stacey's brassiere to her?" Without giving the guy a moment to respond, he continued, "Of course, there's no reason you should do so, if she was careless enough to lose her bra, well... finder's keepers wouldn't you say? Unless... Stacey had something else to offer? What do you say, my friend, would you like to keep Stacey's bra?"
The guy unfolded my bra and held it open between his hands, looking at me and snickering, "Well, you know I think I'd like to keep this hot lacey bra for myself. I can just imagine how it'll feel wrapped around my cock when I use it to jerk off remembering you, little lady, and your big jugs. I think I'll just save this as a souvenir, you know?"
"Looks like you're out of luck, Stacey, you'll be leaving here with your bare tits bouncing in the street. Unless, maybe you can trade something to get your underwear back! You, my friend, what would be fair, do you think?"
The guy holding my bra looked at me and was about to speak, but Bob continued, "Seems to me that a taste of the real girl is better than fantasizing with her lingerie. Maybe, Stacey, you could offer your friend here to give you back your bra if you let him play with your pussy and tits, that seems fair?"
I quickly looked at the smiling man holding my bra. He was lanky, and his arms, beneath the short sleeves of his discount store bowling shirt, were thick, sporting the prominent veins of a manual laborer. His callused hands strengthened the rough, animalistic impression I'd forlornly gathered. His cheek was stubbly with a day's unshaven growth and his teeth were uneven. He quickly moved toward me saying, "Now that seems real fair to me! I'll trade some of that fine little lady's body for her underwear any day!"
Bob indicated for him to stand next to me and said, "Make sure that all these other gentlemen, who've also been kind enough to help out with Stacey's lessons don't get shortchanged too badly. They want to see you explore her body!"
Slim came over and held out my bra to me. I grabbed it, and slipped my arms quickly through the straps and began to pull it down to my breasts, but he grabbed my hands and chastised me, "Now don't you be in a hurry, gal, you ain't earned that bra back yet. You can just keep it there hanging with your tits out of it until you have! Put your hands back on the machine behind you."
I did, leaning back and jutting my breasts out, the scrap of lace lying uselessly across my chest above my bare bosom. I expected Slim to make a beeline for my nipples as Baldy had done, but evidently he wasn't as much of a tit man, instead his hand reached out and his fingers descended on the triangular puff of hair at my crotch. His fingertips traced slowly through the short fuzz of my pubes, tracing circles over my gently prominent mons, the circles expanding slowly as he rubbed my smooth lower belly then descended closer and closer to my pussy lips.
My breathing was ragged and tears were filling my eyes as the stranger's fingertips brushed casually across the top of my cleft, pushing my pussy lips across, then returning to palm my naked, bare, smooth-shaven cleft.
Slim grinned as the rapt audience watched the stranger's hands come into contact with my tender, defenseless genitals. "Mmmm...." he murmured, stroking my cunny freely, "what a soft, smooth, pouty little cunt you have, Stacey. You like your naked pussy being felt up? Huh?" I closed my eyes in shame and turned my face away from him, as I felt a tear well in my eye and trickle down my cheek.
I felt his fingers slide around the front of my pussy cupping my cunt and trapping it between his fingers. He lifted his palm upward and my soft lips parted to let his fingers sink between the soft folds of my labia, which slid open around the intruding finger.
Bob narrated my shame for the benefit of the guys watching, "That's good Stacey, this kind gentleman is going to give your little hootchie a good thorough feeling up, you just get accustomed to having a hand up your cunt there and opening you up so the nice gentlemen can all see your cunt get good and wet! That's it, you just open up those plump cuntlips like a good girl and let our friends see how pretty and pink your little girl hole is!"
I writhed as Slim's hand started taking vigorous liberties with my cunt, splaying my delicate lips apart and flicking his rough thumb back and forth over my exposed clit, the hood of my clit drawing back and being worked one way and the other, his other hand pulling up on my pubic area to make my pussy open up and my clit stick out naked, small and defenseless. I writhed and moaned, whimpering "no, don't, ..." to no avail as his calloused fingers mauled my exposed clit flicking over it mercilessly. Each time his finger scraped over my delicate clitty, I couldn't help churning my hips and making my breasts swing back and forth.
Moving to stand on the other side of me, so I now had one man on each side of me as I pressed back into the pinball machine, Bob reached out and caught my breast as it swung about while the hand in my crotch continued its rough assault. Bob mashed my breast and started squeezing it roughly, his splayed fingers sinking into my soft full globe, pushing it back and forth in his strong grip. The soft, pendulous globes conformed to his strong, masculine grip, as he reached out his other hand. Bob took possession of both my naked boobs, his palms cupping my soft globes. As he held them, just cradling one breast in each palm, they still presented their natural, rounded contour. But, with a malevolent grin, Bob's hands closed in on my delicate tits. His grip became firmer and my breasts squeezed in his hands, became elongated, my wide aureolas and nipples thrust out from between his hands.
"Open your legs girlie!" ordered Slim, and I was forced to bend my knees to let his hand delve deeper between my legs, where his fingers slid down the length of my vaginal opening. One hand cupping my pussy in front, Slim's fingers pulsed against my soft pussy cleft. I felt his other hand gliding along my naked hip, and stroking along my hip, down the read of my lower back, and then take comfortable possession of one naked, defenseless, tender bottom cheek. The stranger's hand swept across my bottom, delving between my prominent cheeks, until the tip of his fingers lightly, almost as if by mistake, sought out and settled on my rear entry.
Slim taunted me, "Now little girl, that's a mighty tempting ass you've got, it wouldn't be neighborly if we wasn't to visit your little asshole here, would it." Slim's index finger pushed at my clenched anus experimentally. "Yup, girlie, I'm gonna slide my fingers deep into your tight little butt-hole and your nice plump butt is gonna ride my hand, keeping it nice and warm, isn't it? Isn't that right, darling?" Slim pushed experimentally on my tight entry, his finger slowly forcing it to open slightly and widen. He was taking his time! He was going to make me feel every inch of his violation of my body.
"Ughh" I groaned as one finger pushed past my tight anus slowly stretching me. I looked around desperately, as if someone there would come to my aid. All around me, the men stared at me lustfully, none were looking at my face. Some were staring intently between my legs, where my open pussy framed the sight of Slim's hand splayed across my ass, his finger burying itself in me.
He pushed hard into my asshole, and I reacted to the pressure by raising my hips, out, towards my eager audience. He repeated the motion rhythmically, the tightness in my asshole causing me to churn my hips upward, my thighs splaying with each thrust. One more hard thrust from behind, and I felt my asshole open and his finger penetrate me. His finger pushed deeper, skewering my bottom.
Slim's free hand reached out, and settled on the tuft of hair above my smooth pussy, tussling it familiarly.
"I know your little pussy wants some attention too, girlie, I can see that. Now don't you worry, I'm going to give your vagina a good workout. You want that, don't you, you want to show your friends here your vagina?" He said it relishing the word, while his hand caressed lower to my little v and down between my legs, his fingers softly tracing the puffy folds of my lower lips.
His fingertips traced the inside edge of my lips, pushing the soft morsels slowly aside as he caressed my naked pussy, his finger pushing rhythmically inside my bottom, each thrust making me rotate my hips upwards, towards the rapt audience of men watching my genitals being manhandled.
"What a hot little bottom you have, girlie, you're keeping my finger nice and warm nestled between those naughty round asscheeks! Yes, open wide, and show us your pussy!" His fingers on my crotch caught my cunt lips against the side of his fingers and spread open my pussy. I gasped and wriggled, impaled by his finger deep in my rectum, and looked down to see Slim expose my turgid clit and then the quickly widening, yawning slick, pink tunnel of my vagina.
