Message-ID: <27220asstr$973210205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: doktorwu@yahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8tsfnc$kid$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Nov 02 19:36:12 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} ASSM New Tiffany Top to Bottom by Dr. Wu 6/9 Date: Thu, 2 Nov 2000 19:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27220> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge, Vulpine TIFFANY TOP TO BOTTOM MF/f teen nc humil BY DR. WU CHAPTER SIX The usual: This story is for people over 18. If you're under 18, go away. It is also complete and utter fiction. People behaving like the characters herein should be punished. It may be posted anywhere that is free, and may not be posted anywhere that requires a fee. The background: This is the fifth story in the saga of Tiffany Daniels, and it will make more sense if you read the others first. The first four are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org, the Alt Sex Stories Text Repository, under my name, Doktorwu. This is a free archive and depends on your donations to keep operating. I do not make a dime off it. I also do not have the first four, so while I am happy to hear from (and correspond) with fans, particularly female fans, I don't email earlier stories. Finally, remember: With Tiffany, it's not about the fucking, it's about the mind-fucking. CHAPTER SIX THE ONE WITH THE HELTER SKELTER Snake told the guys in no uncertain terms that the show was over, and they left, grumbling and adjusting their crotches. He gave Tiffany the dress, and she struggled into it, still in a post-orgasmic semi-daze. She got it on, but could barely get it buttoned. When she was done, Snake was glad there was no mirror in the store room, so the proud girl could not see how trashy she looked. She was disheveled from her climax, her hair mussed, her eyes a little wild. And the sundress that had been a little snug on Lisa was absolutely obscene on Tiffany, who was several inches taller and 30 pounds heavier than the younger pixie. The hemline barely covered her ass and crotch, and the buttons that went up the front were fastened, but straining, right on the verge of popping. There were large gaps between the button holes where stretches of bare flesh were visible. The incredibly thin, nearly transparent fabric was pulled taut all over her body, stretched thinly across her nipples, which poked straight out through the dress, across her flat, smooth belly, and stretched nearly to the breaking point across the rounded curves of her delicious young ass. The effect was actually worse than being naked, Snake thought; it was like walking around with a huge sign saying "I'm a cheap, worthless slut." He smiled. "What do you think of our girl, Lisa?" he asked. "Looks like the slut she is," Lisa offered. "Hey!" Tiffany said. "When we get out of this store, aren't we going back to me being the top and Lisa being the bottom? That was our deal," she whined. "Yeah, I know it was, Tiff, but plans change," Snake said. "I'm making this up as I go along. And to be honest, you're not much of a top. You were letting me take the lead when we had Lisa in the collar, when you should have had her jumping through hoops." "Well, I was gonna," Tiffany pouted. "Woulda shoulda coulda," Snake taunted. "I think in fairness I ought to give Lisa a chance to be a top for a little bit, and see which one of you girls is the more natural top and which is the natural bottom." "That's not fair," Tiffany shot back, but she could feel that her will was nowhere near as strong as Snake's. And anyway, she was still wearing the collar. Unexpectedly, Snake began singing softly. "When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide/ Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride/ Till I get to the bottom and I see you again. "Helter Skelter, baby," he said to Tiffany. "An old Beatles tune. Charlie Manson got his hands on it and fucked it all up, and I don't really know what the hell they were singing about in the first place. But it reminds me of you. You think you're on top, but you're really just headin' down the slide for the bottom. And every time you think you're gonna be on top, the bottom is your destiny." Lisa walked over to Snake and stood on her tiptoes, pulling his face down. She whispered into his ear. Tiffany started to step forward to break it up, but snake held the remote out in front of him just pointed at her, and she stopped. Snake listened to Lisa's whispered suggestion, and as he listened, a smile broke out on his face. "Damn, girl!" he said when she was done. "You got a fuckin' nasty streak in you." "What? What?" Tiffany demanded. She could feel the balance of power shifting, sense how shaky her position was. "Lisa has suggested a little, uh, test for you, Tiffany. If you pass the test, she will go back to being your slave for the week, just like the original plan. If you fail the test, then you will be HER slave for the week, starting right now in the mall." "What's the test?" Tiffany asked, her heart pounding with rising anxiety. Lisa hated her, and had good reason to enact a terrible revenge. "I'll tell you in a little bit. Wait here, and I'll be back in a minute." He handed Lisa the remote. "You're not out of the woods yet, Bullets. I can change my mind in a second, and put that collar back on you, and call all those boys back here and rig up an impromptu game of "Guess What's in Your Pussy." You want to play that, Doc?" "I don't know what the fuck it is, but it sounds good!" Doc said eagerly. He had been hoping that this time, with two foxy little sluts in his store, he was going to bone one of them, but this Snake dude was obviously the alpha male, and Doc was just going along. Snake left, headed back into the mall, and Lisa, Tiffany and Doc stood in the backroom, looking at one another. "Doc, I need a quick word with you in private," Lisa said, motioning to the big guy. She kept her eyes on Tiffany and her finger on the remote. "Sit. Stay," she ordered the older girl, just like a dog. Tiffany found a storage box and sat down, realizing that the tiny dress rode up all the way to her waist when she sat, completely exposing her pussy. The egg, meanwhile, continued to buzz inside her, and the vibrations were making it hard for her to think about anything except sex. Lisa and Doc huddled, with Lisa doing all the talking. Doc nodded, and Lisa walked over to Tiffany's purse, pulled out her wallet, and yanked out all the cash. "Hey!" said Tiffany. "Shut up!" Lisa barked, and zapped Tiffany with the remote. The electricity in the collar hit the girl like a ton of bricks, so hard she toppled off the box and lay on the concrete floor. Lisa kept the button mashed down as Tiffany's body convulsed with pain. It was so total and overwhelming she couldn't even scream, just make little throttled noises in her throat. Finally, smiling cruelly, little Lisa stopped the torture. Tiffany gasped for breath as Lisa handed Doc $100 of Tiffany's money. "Let me tell you what I just did, you worthless cunt," Lisa hissed. "See that surveillance camera?" She pointed to the corner of the ceiling. "My friend Doc is going to make a copy of that tape and give it to me for $100. That's $100 of your money, but Doc doesn't care. No matter what happens today with you and me and Snake, I'm gonna have a copy of that video of you naked, surrounded by horny boys calling you a ho, and cumming your fool head off. And if you don't do as you're told, I'll start by giving the video to your dickhead boyfriend Hayden so he can see what a cum-whore you really are. And then I'll distribute it to every boy at Daniels." Tiffany heard the words, so similar to what she had heard before. Blackmail, threats, a video of her in a compromising position. Her teachers had done this to her, and her cousin, and a sheriff, and each time she had yielded because she had no choice. She wanted to fight back against her nemesis, but how could she? Her old habits took over. "Alright," she said simply, and bowed her head. "Hey!" Doc spoke up. "Since Snake is gone for a few minutes, how about if take a shot at the whore?" he asked Lisa. The young cheerleader considered it. "Well, she's got that egg stuck up her cunt, and Snake probably doesn't want it taken out. I suppose you could use her mouth, but you better be quick about it. I don't want Snake to come back and see you using his sex-toy without his permission." "Hey, I'm so horny I'll probably shoot in about 10 seconds," Doc said, unzipping his black jeans while he spoke and hauling out his erection. "This is the second time I've had to watch this little cock-teaser prance around the place naked, and I mean to get me some. C'mere, bitch!" He reached out and grabbed Tiffany by the arm, and forced her to her knees. She started to protest, but knew there was no point. Lisa had the remote control to the dog collar and enjoyed using it. If she tried to run, she'd be lying on the floor writhing in pain before she got 10 feet. And if she screamed, there was always the surveillance video. She shuddered at the prospect of what sweet Hayden would think if see it. Obediently, she opened her mouth, and Doc rammed the full length of his cock straight in, right past her lips, over her tongue and against the back of her throat. Tiff started to gag on the thick monster, but fought back the urge. The best thing to do was to make the creep spew quickly and get it over with. Her fellatio instincts, honed over so many involuntary blowjobs, took over, and she reached out her right hand and began stroking the small part of the base of his cock that was outside her lips. She started sucking as hard as she could, running her tongue up and down the underside of his thick, veiny shaft. "Ohhh, yeah, you cheap little slut, that is so fuckin' great. Suck me off, cheer-cunt, suck me off!" Doc moaned. He grabbed her wavy blonde hair in each of his meaty hands and began seriously fucking his cock down her throat. Lisa watched the scenario with a smile and an evil lust in her eyes. What a trip, she thought. Starting out the day under Tiffany's thumb, and now standing here watching the bitch suck off some sleazebag clerk in a backroom at the mall. Life is good, Lisa thought. "Swallow it all, bitch!" Doc ordered after just a couple minutes. Sure enough, it hadn't taken him long to reach orgasm, and he knew, deep down, that it was probably best if Snake didn't catch him using Tiffany this way. Snake was obviously a guy who liked to run his own show, and not have other people horning in. "I'm gonna shoot! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!" Doc's dick erupted in Tiffany's 17- year-old mouth, spewing a massive load of cum straight into the back of her throat. Of all the blowjobs she had been forced to give, Tiffany had never known anyone to cum so much; it felt like a bucket full. She swallowed, and again, and again, gulping frantically. The swallowing motion of her beautiful throat, where Doc's pulsing dick was lodged, milked the bulbous head of his cock, sending him into paroxysms of pleasure. Finally, he pulled his dick slowly from his mouth. Tiffany licked her lips, making sure none of his greasy semen remained in sight. Suddenly, she was aware again of the egg in her pussy, buzzing, buzzing, making her hornier by the minute. It was if sucking the cock had triggered something in her, and now some primal part of her being felt it was her turn to cum. Snake sauntered into the back room holding two huge "Big Gulp" size cups of Coke. He took one look at Tiffany, still on her knees licking her lips, and Doc, red-faced and panting, and knew what had happened. "Tiffany, did you blow Doc?" he asked. "Yeah, but he made me!" Tiffany whined. "Whatever," Doc shrugged. "Jeez, I'm gone five fuckin' minutes and you've got a dick in your mouth. You're the biggest fuckin' whore I've seen in my life, and believe me, at my bar, I've seen some crack-whores come in and do a whole room full of guys for $5 each." "But he made me!" Tiffany repeated. "I didn't want to." "Here, wash the taste out of your mouth, babe," Doc said, handing her one of the giant Cokes. Tiffany realized she was terribly thirsty after the long, degrading spectacle she had been put through. She slurped at the straw, greedily drinking the soft drink, while Lisa drank hers. "We gotta roll, ladies," Snake announced. He shooks hands with Doc, and whispered something to him; Doc smiled and nodded and gave Snake a thumbs up. Snake got between the two high school girls, put an arm around the waist of each, and walked them out of the store and into the mall. Tiffany had forgotten how she was dressed, but she remembered the second she was in the crowded mall. The transparent dress, way too tight for her voluptuous frame, caused a sensation, as virtually every guy in eyesight ogled her, whistled at her, or came over to check her out. It was soon hard to walk, as a crowd of about 20 young men surrounded the trio. "Hey, ho, you lookin' like you want some dick!" called a black teenager, and his buddies all laughed. She felt something behind her, realized it was a hand on the hem of her dress, lifting it up, exposing her naked ass to however many boys were back there. She heard laughter and whistled, and felt the cold of the air-conditioned air on her butt as the hem was lifted all the way to her waist. "Man, we gotta get you better dressed," Snake said. "Let's duck in here." It was a huge sporting goods mega-store, one that stretched as wide as several stores and went back as far as the eye could see. Tiffany could only see the racks of athletic shoes near the front and lining the walls, and wasn't sure how this would help. But she was grateful when Snake pulled himself up to his full height and addressed the throng of grabby boys with authority. "Boys, we'll catch you later. Move on. Now." They grumbled, but did as they were told. "Finish your Coke, Tiff," Snake said as they walked through the sporting goods store. "I'll buy you a present." He went to a display rack that held exercise clothes and picked up a pair of white spandex bicycle shorts. "Would you like these?" God, yes, Tiffany thought. Then at least her pussy and ass wouldn't be on display to everyone in the mall. It would be a huge improvement in modesty! "Yes, sir!" she gushed, wanting Snake to buy them for her. "Here, why don't you try these on?" he said, holding out a pair. "Well, these are a size small," Tiffany said, "and I hate to admit it, but for something like bike shorts, I need a Large. I'm, uh, not real tiny, in case you hadn't noticed." Snake ogled her voluptuous curves, her well-rounded ass and 36C breasts. Tiffany knew he had noticed. "I would like to see you in a Small," Snake said simply, and looked straight into Tiffany's eyes. "So why don't you shut the fuck up about what you want, and do what I want." Tiffany shuddered. "Where's the dressing room?" she asked. "Put 'em on right here," Snake growled, clearly growing impatient with her stalling and questioning. The teenager looked around, and saw a couple of male clerks several yards away helping other customers. Despite her provocative outfit, they had not seen her come in. She stepped behind the carousel rack of bike shorts, bit her lip with anxiety, and stepped into the white shorts. Wiggling sexily, she got them up over her knees, but began to slow down as she pulled them up her thighs. When the waist band was just at the bottom of her blond pussy, she began tugging harder, then harder still, but couldn't budge them upward more than a fraction of an inch. "They won't go up any more." "Sure they will, whore," Snake said. "You're just not trying hard enough. Here, take a really deep breath and suck your stomach in and hold it." She did as she was told, and the dark bar-owner grabbed the elastic top of the shorts at each side, bunching the material in his fists. Then he yanked up with all his strength. The shorts moved upward. He yanked again, and again, and they slid up over the gorgeous globes of her ass, until they the crotch of the shorts was firmly pressed up against her labia. "Ohmigod, these things are so tight I can't even breathe," Tiffany complained. She was still sucking her little tummy in as hard as she could. Snake lifted the hem of the sundress and pointed at Tiffany's pussy, for Lisa's benefit. "Check it out, Lisa. See how you can see the outline of her lips pressing right through the fabric. That's called a Cameltoe. There's guys on the Internet who devote whole web pages to girls in really tights panties and exercise clothes that you can see the outline of their pussy lips." "Do I have to wear these?" Tiffany asked. "You bet you do, whore. You wanted to get covered up, and now you're covered up. But I got a plan on how to release a little of the pressure. Trust me, I won't hurt you if you hold very, very still." He reached into his pocket and pulled out small knife. Kneeling down in front of her, he touched the knife to the front of the bike shorts, right over her clit. Tiffany, suddenly seized with fear, couldn't help herself. She flinched, took a step back, and crossed her hands over her pussy. My God, he had a knife right there! "Let me do this, Tiff-whore, or I'll call those clerks over here and have them hold your arms behind your back while I do it anyway. Now if you'd just stop and think for a minute with that pretty blonde head of yours, you'd know that the last thing I want to do is cut you and have you bleeding all over the floor in a fucking mall. That brings mall security, and cops, which is the last thing I want. Now drop those hands and hold still." Trembling, Tiffany did as she was told. She realized this horror was never going to end, that Snake was worse than any of the dominant males, the tops, who had put her through various paces. She felt the point of the knife pierce the thin white Spandex of the bike shorts, and for an instant, felt the cold steel blade brush ever so lightly against her pink, puffy labia. But Snake was true to her word, and she was not cut. Instead, he began gently sawing downward, cutting the bike shorts open in a thin vertical slash that ran exactly over her own gash, then continuing between her legs until he reached her asshole. Instantly Tiffany felt the most amazing thing. Her labia popped right through the thin tear in the fabric! It was so weird to be covered up down there, except for the lips of her pussy, which were now poking out, exposing all her inner charms. She knew it must look horrible and obscene, like the girls in one of those nasty magazines her cousins read like "Hustler." "Jeez, that is so nasty lookin'!" Lisa exclaimed. "She's all poofin' out!" "I don't know, I kinda like it," Snake said, examining his handiwork. "It sure draws the eye. Look at it this way, Tiff. Nobody's gonna be starin' at your tits when you walk around like that." "I gotta go pee!" Tiffany announced. "Oh, hey, Lisa, we forgot to tell the whore what her little challenge was," Snake said, winking at Lisa. "You know that Coke I gave you? I stopped at the drugstore on the way back to the clothing store and bought a diuretic, and dumped the whole thing into the Coke. A diuretic is a drug that people with high blood pressure take to help them urinate more. It won't hurt you, but on a healthy youngster like yourself with a bladder full of Coke, it's gonna make you want to pee so bad you'll feel like you're about to explode." "Why are you doing this to me?" Tiffany whined. Here she was in a see- through dress and white bike shorts with the crotch cut out, her poor little pussy exposed to any man who wanted to see, being tormented with bladder control torture by some guy she'd only met this morning! Was Snake right? Was Helter Skelter her destiny? "Cause we love ya, babe!" Snake said sarcastically, and he and Lisa both burst into laughter. "And don't blame me. This was this little slut- doggie's idea, back in the clothing store." Lisa smiled coldly at Tiffany. "So all you gotta do is win this challenge is go for one hour without going to the bathroom. And since you're such a whiner, you can't even ask, or mention it, or nothing. If you go the whole hour without a peep, then Lisa goes back to being your bitch, and you can think up something for her to do. But if you can't hold it or if you say anything at all about finding a bathroom, then Lisa owns your sleazy ass. And I wouldn't want to be Lisa's slave if I were you!" Tiffany realized now what was up with the bicycle shorts. Snake had deliberately tricked her into putting on the smallest pair, knowing that they would exert a constant pressure on her bladder, almost like a tightly-laced corset. She could feel the Spandex pressing on her tummy already, and her bladder hurt. She didn't even know what kind of drug she'd been tricked into taking, but she knew her own body, and there was no way a Coke, even a big one, could make her want to pee this fast. How could she last an hour like this? But she had to, she told herself, she would just force herself, so that she could re-establish her dominance over Lisa Boulet. "Hey, look!" said Lisa, pointing toward the rear of the storm. "A rock-climbing wall." They turned and saw it, set back in an alcove at the rear of the store, where the ceiling extended two stories high. It had fake stone handholds jutting out, and a complicated contraption of harnesses and pulleys dangled down from the ceiling. "I think Tiffany needs to go rock- climbing," Lisa said. Snake smiled. Tiffany shook her head no, over and over, but already a clerk was coming over, drawn by the noise they were making, and catching sight of Tiffany's slut attire and dog collar. "May I help you?" the young man said, very friendly, and with his eyes nearly popping out of his head. "My friend Tiffany wants to go rock-climbing," she said sweetly. "Don't you, Tiffany?" She didn't. Oh God she did not want to do it, because she knew she wouldn't just be climbing that wall, she'd be strapped into that harness, with her pussy hanging out for all the world to see, and pretty much helpless. And Oh God she needed to pee so bad! She looked at Lisa, then at Snake, trying to plead with her eyes. Don't make me do this, don't make me do this, she was thinking. They both laughed. "Yeah, she's kinda shy about talking," he told the clerk, "although she's not shy in other ways, as you can see! Come on, babe, let's get you up on that wall!" Everything was happening so fast for Tiffany. The clerk had lowered the harness to her level, and soon the other clerk was there, and the two of them had her strapped in. A big wide belt went around her ribs, just under her boobs, and she saw the two young men smiling and making faces at each other as they brushed against her erect nipples in the thin dress. That strap was attached to two smaller ones, which went around each thigh, midway between the crotch and the knee. The guys - Pete and Mike, their nametags read - were so close to her protruding labia she could feel their breath on her tender skin, but neither said a word, as if commenting on the incredible scene would somehow make it vanish. She couldn't even speak. She just stood there, mutely, while they quickly adjusted the straps. She looked straight ahead, as if this wasn't happening to her. Finally the one named Pete, a boy about her age, spoke up. "Uh, I don't want to be rude," he said tentatively, "but are we like on Candid Camera or something?" "No, this is more like a game of Truth or Dare," Snake said. "And Tiffany here is in the Dare portion, which means she has to climb the rock wall, even though she isn't dressed very modestly." "No shit!" Mike blurted, and the two boys laughed. "But our manager is on break, so I guess it's cool. That's outfit is fuckin' awesome!" he said to Tiffany. The cheerleader didn't know how to answer. "Uh, thanks," she said. "Could we just get this over with?" She knew she was going to have to climb the damn rock wall no matter what, and she just wanted to get out of the store, and figure out a way to sneak to the girls bathroom and relieve herself. As if the tight bike shorts weren't bad enough, the little egg-shaped sex toy that was inside her pussy was continuing to vibrate, and the vibrations were rattling through her entire pelvic region, jostling her pull, full bladder. "Sure thing," Mike said, and he showed Tiffany how to place her feet on the fake outcroppings that were low to the ground, and how to hold on to the hand-holds that were placed above them. "Now don't worry if you lose your grip, that's what the harness is for," Mike said. We'll catch you." He and Pete each held onto the ropes that dangled down, ropes which went up to the high ceiling, wrapped over pulleys, and came back down to the harnesses wrapped around Tiffany's ribcage and thighs. "Up you go!" Snake said with a grin, and Tiffany began to climb. She forced her mind to focus on the rock wall, on keeping her grip. She blotted out all thoughts of her aching bladder, her buzzing twat, her obscene dress, and the view that everyone must have of her. Get up the wall and back down, she told herself. Up, then back down. She was halfway up to 20-foot-wall, and her arms and legs were beginning to ache slightly from the exertion, when she became aware of more noise than she had heard before. She looked down, and saw about 20 boys and men gathered on the ground under her, all of them looking straight up. And she knew exactly what they were looking at, the perverts! "Hey, Tiff!" Snake called to her. "Lisa went out into the mall and invited some guys to come in and see the show. Hope you don't mind!" "Nice shorts!" a middle-aged man called out, and the crowd laughed. "You need any help?" called another male. Soon the men were calling out, jeering, making obscene suggestions about what they would like to do to Tiffany when she got back down. Oh God, she told herself, just get up the wall and back down. Just keep climbing! The vibrating egg inside her pussy continued to buzz, and it felt to the poor girl as if it was pressing right against her bladder. She forced herself to squeeze all the muscles in her pelvis region as tightly as she could, to keep her pee from accidentally leaking out. But this had the unforeseen effect of clamping down on the egg, which seemed even bigger and more powerful when she squeeze her cunt around it! No matter what she did, it seemed as if her situation got worse and worse. "Hey!" she heard a voice from below. "The cunt dripped on me! There's something drippin' out of her!" "Oh, gross!" someone else hooted. "Listen up," Snake interrupted, "this is important." He turned to the guy who had a big wet drop on his forehead. "Was that pee or pussy juice?" "What the fuck are you talkin' about?" asked the guy. "I need to know. Pee or pussy juice?" Snake repeated. "Well, I wasn't fuckin' eatin' her out, so I got no idea!" The men all laughed uproariously. Tiffany, perched above them and feeling as open and vulnerable as she ever had in her life, burned with shame. "Hey slut!" Snake yelled at her. "Was that piss or pussy juice? Cause if it was piss, even a drop, you know what that means! But if it was pussy juice, well, we understand you must be pretty turned on, showin' your money-maker to all the guys, so we can forgive that." Tiffany paused, but decided she could not bear answering him out loud. She'd talk when she got down, and now she was almost to the top. "Get me a step stool, quick!" Snake snapped at Pete, who dragged a stool over immediately. Snake fished around in his cup of Coke, then climbed on the step stool. With his arm extended, he could just reach the teenager's exposed crotch. He reached out a finger and swiped it along her exposed labia. "EEEEEEE!" Tiffany shrieked. She had been concentrating solely on climbing, and looking at her handholds, and the touch of the icy cold finger on her distended pussy lips caught her completely by surprise. And then came an even bigger surprise. Snake took the ice cube he had fished out of the Coke, reached up and jammed it straight into Tiffany's tight little asshole! "AHHHHHH! Shit!" Tiffany yelled. The sudden intrusion of the freezing- cold cube startled her so badly that she pulled her hands away from the rock-climbing wall, and scrambled to pull the icy plug from her butthole. And the second she did that, she fell away from the wall. But because she was in harness, she only fell a couple of inches. But the harness strap that was around her ribs was jerked upward as she fell, and it slammed into the bottoms of her magnificent tits. The buttons on the dress were fastened so precariously that two of them popped off immediately, and the 17-year-old's beautiful breasts were exposed, in the blink of an eye, popping right out of the top of the thin dress! "Alriiiiight!" the guys gathered below Tiffany yelled, but she was so disoriented by the horrible and sudden turn of events that she was barely aware of what was happening. Then she realized she was suspended in midair, her butt about 15 feet off the floor, her legs dangling, her pussy open and exposed to the prying eyes of the perverts below, her tits equally exposed. "Fuck! Get me down!" Tiffany screeched, starting to panic. "I don't know," Snake called, having climbed down from the step stool. "Guys, should we let her down, or keep her up there and enjoy the view?" "Keep her up there!" the men yelled in unison. "Damn, look at those titties! They're humongous. Think those babies are implants or real?" As bad as her position had been a moment ago, gravity was making it even worse, Tiffany quickly realized. The two harnesses that wrapped around her thighs had been pulled apart by the impact, and she was now gaping open completely. The rip that Snake had made in her bike shorts had torn even more, and now her poor vagina was spread wide by the angle of her thighs. She knew that from the right angle, the men below could look straight up into her most private spot. "Please get me down! Please!" the trapped girl begged. She hung helplessly, suspended in midair. "Tell you what, slut!" Snake called out. "If you can do a perfect splits, we'll let you down. You're a cheerleader, that shouldn't be hard!" 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