The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02

... anything else - but it was too small to be her friend.

A man in the audience was holding a little purple dress over his head.

Sylvia looked for something - anything - that she could use to make space in the crowd. She saw her guitar, the face scratched from where it was dropped just earlier, and picked it up. The instrument was valuable, but not nearly as much as her friend.

She grabbed it by the neck and ran to the edge of the stage, her ankles wobbling as her heels made it difficult to walk. Sylvia bent down and unstrapped the shoes, kicking them behind her as she leapt off the stage.

From her vantage point in the air, she saw a brief flash of two bare legs being held in the air, Monica's legs, as the girl's upper body was held below the current of her classmates. There was a pair of panties around one of her ankles that several hands were snapping at.

She landed on her toes, a few students flinching back as a girl descended from the sky next to them. Then she ran towards where the shouting was the loudest.

Sylvia pushed her way through the throngs of students, many of whom had no idea she was there and fell over at the sudden shove. A few of the thicker crowds she'd had to pry away, using her guitar like a crowbar before they finally gave way, and then she came upon the center of the mob.

She grabbed a boy's shoulder, tugging at it to get him off of her friend, but he merely shrugged her off. Putting her guitar down, she tried to pry him away but he ...

... turned and shoved his shoulder into her, pushing Sylvia into a few other people who caught her fall out of nothing but the fact that they themselves didn't want to be toppled over.

Then, channeling her inner athlete, Sylvia brought the guitar over her head and slammed down.

There was a loud 'thwang' noise as the boy fell flat to the ground, his arms too far out to catch the fall. The sudden shock caused a few of the other students to step back in fear but those who were more engaged in Monica's naked body stayed their course.

She could make out a brief flash of a toned tummy beneath the mob of students, who had since stopped trying to hold her up and had begun to grope her on the ground. Sylvia slammed her guitar into the ground near the open gap to preserve herself a space and saw snapped strings and broken wood - though what remained of the instrument was enough to do the job anyway.

Two men were holding on to each of the girl's legs, her body at an angle that kept her butt exposed on one side and her breasts easy to grab on the other. Men were fighting over who got to get the best grip on her skin, with the prize being too valuable to let go of. She could already see red marks where people had squeezed, trying not to let go.

Sylvia stepped forward and braced her leg into the ground, swinging the wooden shaft in her hand horizontally back and forth, hitting the mob whereever she could as she got closer and closer. Finally, enough of the men had stepped back ...