The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... there was no way her voice was louder than the whooping of the people below her.

She tried to reach for the top of her dress, but felt it slipping out from her hands, the position she was in leaving the back of her completely vulnerable to someone who tugged her back to a reclining position so suddenly, she didn't at first realize her bra was gone.

Sylvia tried to flip around, to grab for the bra, or to try to get down, or to try to signal for help. But she was tossed and flipped around, her bearings hard to reach. The only way she could tell what was going on was by how exposed her skin felt.

And where people were grabbing.

She felt much more pressure than usual on her breasts as she was flipped to lay on the crowd, the extra support pushing the top of her body higher, her upper arms being grabbed by people desperate to touch her in anyway preventing her from covering herself up.

With her lower body submerged in the crowd, she felt more tugging. Sylvia tried to twist again, and then saw her bare legs thrust into the air as the wave of students all rushed to grab her butt at once.

Somewhere in the distance, she saw somebody waving a black bra around in the air - the bra she'd dressed in before leaving. Another hand clutched it and then there was a tug of war that went back below the rows and rows of heads.

"Help! Somebody!" She shouted.

The only help that came were from the seas of students fighting amongst each other to grab a piece of the naked ...

... girl who was being paraded around the room. Until the lights came on.

The spotlights were searching the crowd for the missing performer, scanning around until she felt the heat of their concentration forming. Sylvia looked up at the ceiling and was immediately blinded as the stage lights illuminated her nude body, the only thing really visible in the dark room.

Cheers and whooping erupted as the entire room had their eyes drawn to her, assuming they weren't all looking before, and she felt a strong arm grab her left leg. Then her right. She was on her back, dozens of hands around her ass and vagina as her legs were thrust into the air by two tall athletic guys she'd recognized from the group that usually followed Elizabeth. Had she orchestrated this? Or was it merely the horny minds of the mob?

She was able to see her own nude body when she looked down at it, so many hands clutching and squirming on her that it almost looked as though she were wearing a dress made of fingers.

They squeezed and groped indiscriminately, her skin getting pinched and scraped by their rough, tough grips. It wasn't pleasure at all, her body being passed from person to person against her will like she was a piece of meat.

Finally, the hands had gotten too greedy - so many people focused on groping her chest and crotch that they failed to support anywhere else. She felt herself slipping as the mob was more concerned with molesting her body than keeping her upright and soon, the floor was ...