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... guys finally fell off, face first into the dirt, and broke his nose, and that kinda cooled them off a little. Carla yelled something and drained her beer, and climbed on the bronc. The guys on the ropes went easy on her, and she rode it for a while, pretending she was really riding hard. Everybody laughed at her, and while I was talking to Alvin I heard some guy say, &#034Holy shit!&#034 and I looked over at her. She'd pulled her t-shirt and her bra off, and was riding topless, the bitch. I started laughing at her, and all the guys were just totally in love with her. I looked at Alvin, shaking my head. Show 'em a nice pair of tits, I thought, and suddenly you're the most popular girl in town. Alvin nodded his head towards the bronc, and I knew what he meant. That I should get on it too. Shit, I thought. Am I brave enough? Hell yeah. I stripped my t-shirt off while I was walking towards it, and dropped my bra in the dirt. My tits felt great being freed up from that goddam bra, it had been choking the life out of me. It felt hot and sexy to be topless in front of twenty other people, most of them guys. I knew that almost every eye was on me. The guys on the ropes stopped the bronc, and I climbed up behind Carla. I put my arms around her waist, and they started gently rocking the bronc again. It got faster and faster, though, and finally my tits were really flopping around. I couldn't stop laughing, and Carla was laughing like crazy too. I could see some of the other girls ...

... looking kinda jealous at us, but fuck them. They could strip, too, if they wanted. At some point I looked over behind the crowd, and there was a guy and a gal in the grass, just fucking away at it. I pointed it out to Carla, and she got the giggles. Before long two other couples were going at it too. The d***kfest had turned into a fuckfest. Crazy. I almost fell off, and I grabbed Carla hard. I felt her tits on the top of my hands, and, on impulse, I grabbed her by the tits. She just giggled, and I squeezed and rubbed and m*****ed the shit outta her tits. They felt good in my hands, the only tits I ever squeezed before were my own. It felt good to put my hands on somebody else's. She had huge fat nipples, and I pinched them, and she giggled helplessly some more. I could tell some of the guys were really gettin' off watchin' us, and I said, &#034turn around,&#034 and when she turned her neck around I plastered my lips on hers. We kissed and kissed, and it was sexier than shit. It felt good to kiss a girl, she tasted sweet, a little beery, but sweet. She kissed good. I'm sure I did, too. They finally stopped the bronc, and we crawled off. Alvin whispered in my ear how hot it was, and I believed him. I'm sure it was. I started to put my shirt back on, but Carla still had hers off, and I saw that two other girls had taken theirs off, too. Shit. Join the party, I thought. Alvin put his arms around me, and we kissed. I gotta admit, Carla was a better kisser than he was, but he was a ...