Katie was a striking girl; her face was very pretty, with green/gold eyes, a creamy complexion and full, pink lips. Her face was framed by layers of soft coppery hair which she kept shiny and healthy. She was of a pretty average height and slim, but she had a large chest for her build, about a 36D. Katie mostly liked wearing t-shirts and jeans, but her shirts were always tight due to her bountiful breasts.
She was 19 and at the peak of her beauty. She used to run on her high school cross country team, which had garnered her a gorgeous pair of sculpted legs. Katie had a boyfriend, but he was away at school in Los Angeles, so she spent most of her weekends at college in NY with her friends at parties and concerts.
It was a Friday night, and Katie was at a dorm party.
She knew most of the people there from classes, but there were a few older guys whom she didn't recognize. It seemed a little creepy to her that these 40-something men were hanging out in a college dorm with 19 year-olds, but she figured they knew someone there, and anyway, who was she to judge?
They all drank vodka and cranberry juice as the hours ticked by, and Katie was feeling pretty good, as she joked and laughed with her friends.
She kept noticing one of the older guys staring at her, and it made her a little uncomfortable. She pulled down on her little t-shirt to ensure it was covering her stomach properly, hereby unwillingly putting more accent to her trusted out chest. She noticed a flicker of pleasure in the older man's eye, and she looked away and blushed.
He was scruffy and plain, and wore a coat and jeans. His hair was disheveled and he seemed in need of a shower. He was probably someone's hippy friend who they got their pot from, she thought. He had a couple of other guys with him, and they were both talking loudly and drinking with her friends Mike and Carl. She felt like escaping the man's gaze for a bit, so she stood up and quickly walked out of the dorm room, grabbing her bag and taking a cigarette out of it. She walked down the short hallway to an exit stairwell, where she opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony of the 4th floor.
She lit up the cigarette and took a drag, admiring the artificially lit night sky. She heard the door open behind her, and a few other people come out, talking amongst themselves. She kept looking ahead, hoping they wouldn't talk to her.
One of the men came up next to her, his own cigarette in hand. "Could I get a light off you?"
the man looked down at Katie, making eye contact with her chest, obviously impressed by the teenage big knockers.
"Uh, sure," she said, handing him her lighter, and taking a nervous drag of her own cigarette.
"You are gorgeous, you know that?" the man said, not taking his eyes off her chest. The wind began picking up, and Katie's nipples grew hard from the cold. She tried turning away from this man so he wouldn't notice.
"Here you go," he said, turning her around to hand her the lighter back. His eyes lit up again at the sight of her pert breasts with their hardened nipples sitting nicely underneath her well worn t-shirt.
"I really like your shirt, what does it say?" He began tracing a finger over her chest, on the tops of her breasts, feeling their firm structure, reading the name of the guitar company aloud.
"Hey!" Katie shouted, dropping her cigarette. The man grabbed her quickly by the ass, pulling her toward him, and pressing her chest into his.
"Come on, baby, let's dance. This song is great," he commented, beginning to sway her around to the music coming out of her friend's dorm room window.
She heard the other men laughing behind them and the doors closing as they left the balcony. With one hand tight on her ass, the man pulled his hand up between them and got a handful of her right breast, feeling the enormous amount of teen boob under the flimsy shirt.
"What are you doing?" Katie demanded, squirming in his strong, drunken grasp. She tuned her head quickly to escape his warm wet mouth coming in for contact with her face and neck. He pinned her up against the balcony rail, and got a hand up her shirt, cupping her breast, squeezing it as his leg pressed between her legs, pinning her further.
"Stop! Gross!"
Katie yelled, pushing him away with both hands. He held her fast, licking her neck and roughly rubbing her nipple with his fingers. "You are so hot, baby, did you know that? You're so cute, god your breasts are big" he insisted.
She could feel his cock hard against her leg, and she used one large burst of strength to push him off her. He pushed his knee into her groin harder, and she cried out, surprised, and tripped over his knee as she tried to get away.
She was on her belly on the ground, and the man took ample advantage of her position. He laid down on top of her back, pinning her painfully to the cement floor, and brought his hand up underneath his hips to lay between her ass cheeks on top of her jeans. His hand then moved down past her ass near her vagina, and he rubbed there hard with his fingers. "I bet you're a hot fuck, sweetheart," he said, grinding his hips into her shapely ass, while sawing his fingers in between her legs.
"Get the fuck off me!" She yelled, pushing her shoulders up of the ground. She elbowed him in the face, and he groaned, lifting himself up and holding his cheek where she had hit. Katie quickly got up and ran to the girl's room, where she got into a stall and locked the door behind her.
She tried to think quickly what her next steps should be, but her head kept spinning around from all the vodka and pot she had indulged in that evening, and she got a little dizzy. Listening for what seemed like a minute, she finally calmed down, hearing no footsteps. She then realized how badly she had to pee, so she undid her pants and hovered over the toilet, relieving herself of all the alcohol she had taken in. As she reached for the toilet paper, she heard the door to the bathroom close sharply. She froze, her head still reeling, her pants still around her calves. She tried to stay as quiet as possible, but the footsteps kept coming toward her stall.
"Hey, sweetie, I know you're in here. I can smell your sweet pussy. I need to feel that rack again. Come on, I have another drink for you right here." Katie grabbed at her pants, fumbling with them, but they were stuck around her legs and too hard to figure out in her drunken haze. The man heard her rustling and shot his arm underneath the stall door, grabbing Katie's ankle. He pulled hard, and she lost her balance in her squatting position, falling on her shoulder beside the toilet. The man seemed to have renewed strength as he pulled the fallen girl from out of the stall, feasting his glazed eyes over the prize he had caught himself. Katie's jeans were around her calves, tightly stuck there, and her beautiful ass was on display. Katie was mortified, and started whimpering pathetically.
She heard the door open again, and saw the other two older men. Their eyes lit up, and the man who was pulling her out of the stall told them to each grab on of her arms. Katie turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, ashamed at being seen with her pants down in front of these men she didn't know. The man with her ankle reached his hand up to her crotch, grazing his fingers over her mound, and up toward her flat, taught stomach that was now being showcased as her t-shirt climbed higher and higher up with the friction of her body sliding out of the stall.
Katie writhed a bit, but only succeeded in shimmying even further out of her t-shirt, twisting her elegant waist side to side, while her ample bosom heaved under the confines of the cotton shirt. The floor was cold, and Katie's nipples were hard again. The men holding down her arms watched as the first man pinned Katie's legs down with one of his, moving his knee between her thighs to spread her wider. He stared down at the soft pink lips of her pussy, and the fine auburn hairs around them. He tickled her with his fingers before leaning down to smell her.
"Damn, she smells fine. You guys gotta try this after me, she is unbelievable." The other two men grunted in approval, also looking drunk and high. Katie began to cry quietly, in extreme panic and anxiety. The pot and alcohol had made her drowsy and dizzy, and this all seemed to be passing like a cold, uncomfortable nightmare.
The man on top of her pressed his cold fingers onto her clit, looking into her eyes and watching for any signs of pleasure. "You like this, baby, right?" His fingers were cold and rough, and as he rubbed her clit, his other hand came in to slip two cold fingers into her pussy.
"Oh, yeah, you're so wet," he told Katie, as his eyes raised to the sky and glazed over further. The two men at her shoulders grunted to keep her from writhing about, enjoying the view of her pussy getting played with.
Katie wished the guy would get his hand out of her, because it didn't feel good at all. The man was gross and pervy, and she just wanted to be home in bed. He kept two fingers in her, pushing them up and rubbing her inside, as his other hand traveled up to her hips, rubbing on her hipbones as she writhed around, then traveling up her t-shirt. "Take off her shirt, I want to see her tits, from the first moment I layed my eyes on her" one of the men holding her arm commanded.
The man on top of her was too enthralled in her vagina and fondling under her shirt to listen, so the second man at her arm grabbed the thin fabric at her belly and ripped up. The fabric gave gracefully under his strength, revealing her ample cleavage encased in a black lace push-up bra. The bra made her large breasts even more impressive, pushing the soft round and tanned skin far above the thin bra fabric.
"You little vixen," the man on top of her exclaimed, "you've got the hottest tits I've ever seen!" He took his hand out of her pussy and fell on top of her, pulling the bra down underneath her breasts, while his mouth grasped around her left nipple, licking it up and down and sucking it ravenously, while his hands kneaded both breasts, pushing them roughly together as they were supported by the bra underneath them, creating even more cleavage. "Only a girl as young as you can posses firm assets like these honey.." said the man who could be as old as her father while attacking her youthful tits with his hands and mouth.
Katie heard herself moan a little, as the man feasted on her nipple, sucking the aureola into his mouth as well. Now almost inhaling her boobs.
