The Scum Score Again - Sex Stories

The Scum Score Again

... her polka dot panties. I really wanted to jump on her right away but Pete would get pissed if we started without him. So we waited for him to get to our destination. Chad was having trouble controlling himself. His hands were busy squeezing his crotch. A minute later the Asian nerd, what was her name? Ting a ling a ling or something. Anyway her eyes opened, widened and instantly welled up in tears. Her chest heaved as she sobbed through her gag. Her legs started kicking too. Nice. Two pieces of tender young meat kicking and spinning in front of us. I almost came in my pants just watching. I blew a kiss to each of them. The van slowed and pulled off the road. I looked outside. We were in a clearing surrounded by trees. Deserted. Quiet. Remote. Just right. Pete came to join us sporting a big bulge in his pants. Chad slid his hand slowly up one leg of the blonde, I already forgot her name. Just meat. Pete put his hand on the other bare leg, slowly caressing it as our toy struggled, whimpered and kicked. The kicking just made them laugh. I reached for her blue windbreaker and whispered in her ear, "Time to unwrap our new toy." I enjoyed the way she shook and how the tears suddenly streamed from her eyes. I tugged on the jacket zipper. Stuck. I didn't mind. I just grabbed the top and yanked as hard as I could. It tore down the front exposing her yellow blouse. By now Chad's hand had reached the inside of her upper thigh. He seemed to be rubbing something under the red skirt. ...

... His finger seemed to hook on something, tugged hard and emerged with a fistful of torn polka dot panties. Nice. He looked proud as he waved his trophy. Pete's hand went under the skirt also, grabbed something, twisted and emerged with the rest of the polka dot cloth. I heard a gurgling noise come from the blonde's throat. I slapped her face so she would stop making that irritating sound. Then I reached behind her back, grabbed the top of the jacket and tore it from top to bottom. Now the jacket was in two pieces hanging from her arms. Looking at the Asian nerd I could see she was staring at us in disbelief. I went over and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry Chinky, you won't have to wait long." I gave her an affectionate pat on the crotch as her tears poured down faster. She made a bunch of burbling sounds so I gave her a slap too. Back to the blonde piece of meat. Chad had her skirt pulled up to the waist and Pete was idly poking around her slit while avoiding kicks. I stuck my head close to get a good look and remarked, "Not much fur. Can't be more than 5 or 6 hairs. Almost bald." "Yeah." Chad put in. "No getting hairs stuck on my tongue. Let's finish ripping it's clothes off." With that he seized the skirt in his fist and tore it off. He then proceeded to rip it into a few more pieces which he tossed into the air with a whoop. Being tied to the rope, the belt stayed on. The belt loops tore off. Pete put his hand at the top of the toy's blouse and tore it straight down. The ...