A fantasy for Breanna.
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"Nice ass, baby!"
"Whoop!"
You turn around to look, and there they are: four guys about your age, standing around smoking and drinking from a metal flask. One of them, a well-built man with a large hooked nose, looks you in the eye and licks his lips.
You don't really know whether to be outraged or flattered. You decide on a little of both, shoot them a smoldering look of "come hither boys", then turn around, shaking the mass of your shoulder-length brown hair, and walk away, with just a little more bounce in your step, a little more sway in your walk. Your ass bounces a bit as you enter the building, already filling with other people who came to see your favorite band perform live on stage. You waited long weeks for this -- they don't come to your town often. You give yourself a quick check-over in one of the mirrors on the wall.
You are wearing a short lilac dress with short sleeves and a deep neckline. Your boobs aren't very big for your frame, although they would look large on a thinner girl, but the dress gives you a very nice cleavage and you like it. The hemline is just above your knee, exposing your round calves -- no pantyhose, not with this dress and not in this weather -- and there is a beautiful silvery belt around your waist, hugging it tightly, putting a lot of emphasis on your hips and ass -- your large, round, fat ass and wide hips that strain against the thin fabric of your dress. It's a good thing you are wearing a thong, otherwise there would definitely be pantie lines visible. You give your full pink lips a quick touch with glossy lipstick, and head over close to the stage. The band is finishing their set-up, and the music is about to start. After the first couple of songs you feel like you want to dance -- the floor is crowded but not that crowded. You feel good. You toss your head, shake your hair, thrust your chest forward and start moving to the beat. A skinny blonde nearby gives you a dirty look -- "look at the fat girl dancing by herself!" but you decide to ignore her. You feel good. The music and your dancing starts to excite you a little bit, and for a brief moment you regret coming here without a date. But you don't let yourself dwell on it: you move to the beat, and you shake your hips, and the music makes you think of sexy things and you smile.
You feel someone's hands on your waist, and you see one of the guys who whooped at you before the concert. He smiles at you and starts moving with the music too. You smile back and move your hair out of your face. Suddenly somebody else grabs your waist from behind. You whirl around and there's another of the guys grinning down at you -- he must be a foot taller than you. You smile at him too. "Look at the fat girl now, dancing with two hot guys" you think, and bite your lip a little, getting a little more excited.
The music starts to get faster and louder: your favorite song is coming on. You smile at the first guy and lick your lips at him. His hands stroke your sides, while the tall guy is rubbing your shoulders. Another hand grabs and squeezes your upper arm, and you realize that all four of the men you met outside are around you, crowding you between them. One of them grabs you around the waist and presses his crotch against your soft ass. You can feel the hard bulge of his erection. The tall guy's chest is in front of you, and his erection is rubbing against your belly. And their hands are all around you, stroking, squeezing and rubbing your hips, your butt, your back and your arms. They start passing you to each other, so every one of them can rub against your ass and belly, and even your pussy mound, when you thrust your hips forward. And you do thrust your hips - these guys are hot, and the music is loud and exciting. You realize that your panties are soaking wet.
When one of them grabs your breasts, you want to draw the line, but are way too turned on to think coherently. You twist around, trying to shield your tits, and find yourself face to face with a round-faced blond man, who lays a finger first across his lips, then across yours, urging you to silence. At that same moment the tall guy pins your arms behind you, somebody else grabs the edge of your dress, and the fourth man, kneeling down in front of you, hugs your knees and slides his hands up your naked legs under your dress, in one fluid motion, hooking your panties with his fingers and forcefully pulling them down. A moment later they release you, and everything is the way it's used to be, except the fourth man -- a fairly short fellow in a white T-shirt, with a gold chain and a mustache -- has your panties.
You are outraged, but as you open your mouth to tell the guy that this is completely out of line, he steps quickly forward, puts his hand on the back of your head and kisses you on the parted lips, thrusting his tongue deep into your mouth. His breath smells of spicy rum. His other hand darts down and grabs your pussy through the dress. Your mound is soft like a juicy ripe fruit in his hand, and you realize that you are so wet by now that you are going to have a big wet spot on the front of your dress. You grind your hips against his hand, not caring about anything anymore.
The kiss is over, and you come up for air, gasping. The tall guy grabs your hair at the back of your neck and pulls, making you tilt your head back. He bends down and licks your exposed neck from your shoulder to your ear, while Mustache is still groping and squeezing your fat pussy mound.
"You are going to come with us," - Tall whispers into your ear, - "we are going to fuck you, and you are going to do anything we want."
"Yes," - you moan, as the men's hands keep roaming over your body, squeezing your boobs, pinching your nipples and groping your large soft buttocks, - "yes..."
The realization that you have just given yourself to these four strangers to do whatever they please to your soft young body fills you with equal parts dread and excitement; your knees are weakening and you almost orgasm right there and then.
Tall takes you by the hand and leads you somewhere closer to the stage and to the left. Mustache, Blondy and Nose follow closely, each keeping a hand on your body. You don't really see where you are going, but soon you are in a small room somewhere backstage. It's dimly lit, but you can make out some old equipment in the corner, a couple of office chairs and an empty desk closer to one wall. The music is just as loud here, if not louder.
You lean against a wall to catch your breath, and the men stand before you in a semicircle, grinning like wolves looking at their prey.
They step closer, unzipping their jeans, taking their dicks out. Mustache grabs you by the elbow and pulls you towards the center of the room, where he makes you get down on your knees. Blondy and Nose each grab one of your hands and hold them so your arms are spread open. Tall steps up to you, dangling his dick in front of your face. Mustache kneels on the floor behind you and starts fiddling with the zipper on your dress. You are completely helpless, you could not struggle even if you wanted to. When Tall's dick brushes your pink lips, you open your mouth and start sucking him. He starts moving his hips, fucking your mouth -- if his dick were any longer, you would choke, but thankfully it is not too big.
