2 comments/ 27415 views/ 9 favorites Beth's Breast Day Ch. 01 By: PerilEyes Special thanks to a Mr. Wowjerk for helping to write this story. Hope you all enjoy it! * Beth's girlfriends had already filed out, and now she was waiting for her ride. She wouldn't have admitted it to them, but she had chosen this bar for their girls' night because she heard through the social media grapevine that an old college acquaintance or two would be there as well. She hadn't seen anyone, although it was a multi-levelled establishment...and she was too chickenshit to actually look around. The long-haired, dark blonde girl would've waited outside, but it was cold and it had starting to spit rain. Looking around the noisy room, the place was still packed and buzzing. And she was about to get out of there. Great. Speaking of buzzing, she lifted her cell phone from her shaking purse. Gonna be another half hour babe. Maybe more. Traffic. Beth sighed. K. She looked back up. What to do now? Should she just sit at the bar until he arrived? She always thought it was weird to be drinking alone. In her thoughts, she didn't notice the guy striding toward her. At least, not right away. Her chest began to flutter as she recognized the smiling fellow. She tried to play it cool as he now stood in front of her. He was tall! She stood a respectable height and he just towered over her! She pushed her chest out as much as possible. He was a lot more built than she remembered him, and he filled that crisp black shirt and those dark jeans nicely. She felt her body was attractive enough, but she was always quite self conscious. Her shirt had been carefully chosen to try and make her look bustier than she was. Her stomach soft but taut. She had shapely legs and a very nice round and thick backside, that her boyfriend was always quick to remark on. She sort of hoped that Doug would do the same. He too gave her the once over, albeit a bit more subtly. "Fancy seeing you again." "Oh wow, yeah, it's been a long time," she smiled, trying to contain this odd sense of flirtation that came over her. "You look good, Beth," he mentioned. Conversations between reunited friends and acquaintances were always weird. It seemed customary to talk about the weather or to praise the other person's physical appearance, regardless of what they looked like. "You do too, Doug," she smiled, deciding she would take his compliment as genuine. That made her feel better. His eyes were on his body, and what she couldn't deny to herself was the bulge in his pants, no doubt housing some sophisticated equipment. Doug explained that he was there celebrating a buddy's birthday. He pointed over to a group of his equally muscly ex-football friends and their model-like girlfriends hanging out at the pool table. She nodded and looked over to see that each one of these guys was a stud. The women all had their advantages over her. Most notably were their huge tits, but some were just more beautiful in every way. Beth mentioned that she was waiting for her boyfriend to come and pick her up, but it might be a while now. Doug looked her over, as she did him. She was desperate for his attention. "I wouldn't want to bother," she stammered, unsure if he was actually inviting her but still trying to get herself into the picture nonetheless. Doug coolly read her open body language, and unlocked her motivations and tactics. They weren't hard to figure out. "You want to hang out with us?" She nodded while her heart raced at the invitation. "Oh, that would be great," she graciously thanked, before rethinking how it came off. She couldn't have him thinking she was that desperate for social interaction. Or worse, to spend time with him. "...You know, just for a while until my BF gets here." Beth wasn't sure what came over her. Realistically the best thing would have been to just sit and wait for her boyfriend, no matter how boring it might have been. Maybe there was someone on WhatsApp that she could bother. Then she reasoned that was just innocent fun and it would just be for a while. "Yeah, of course," Doug acknowledged, leading them away. Beth's phone buzzed again. Feel free to entertain yourself lol As Beth sent a reply back and quickly threw it back into her purse, the couple walked over to his friends. Immediately there were greeted by a cleavage sporting blonde wearing a grey dress with a plunging neckline that stopped mid-thigh and sported a thick belt. "Oh, there you are Dougie! Got you a beer." Beth's eyes widened a hint, as she saw this busty blonde handing Doug a beer. Beth had her in a few inches in height, but this girl clearly owned her in the chest department -- something that always made her self-conscious even with her boyfriend's insistence they were fine. He did say she had a nice ass, though. She smiled and tried to be polite. "Wow, what a great group of friends. I could use a beer too." Amongst the good feelings, her brain reminded herself that she hated beer and that she needed to get out of there. The blonde did not seem to react to Beth's good words aimed indirectly to her, but Beth was undeterred by that. "Here," Doug said and kindly handed the pint to her, "Work on this one until your guy shows up," adding that he would get one later. "Thanks," she smiled, taking a drink and trying to fit in. She only had beer a handful of times, and she didn't particularly like it. Neither did her friends. They were cosmos and martini kind of girls. But the buxom blonde seemed to have a taste for it, so maybe she could develop one too? As the sweet amber travelled down her slender nicked, she noticed that everyone -- men and women - seemed to have a perfect body. They were a bit rowdy, but were clearly enjoying themselves. "Oh sorry," Doug blurted out. "Cassie, you remember Beth from college, right?" He reminded her how the three of them had a class together in 'uni'. The moment allowed the two girls, distinct in their body types, to meet eyes for the first time. For a moment, Beth felt as if she was one of the gang. The beer tasted good. Or at least, she had deceived herself into thinking it did. And while she vaguely remembered the beautiful Cassie, she wasn't overly threatened by her at first. "Nice to see you again," she smiled, still in full on dopey eyed confusion for just how crude her new compatriots could really be. "Ah, yeah, you..." Cassie vaguely acknowledged. She then went about humourously filling Doug in on what he missed while he was talking to Beth. She extended her hand onto his gym-sculpted bicep and flashed her perfect white smile as they joked around. Beth stood back sipping her beer while the friends (possibly more than that?) passionately gabbed away. Doug turned to her finally. "Ever play, Beth?" He directed her to the pool game where at that convenient moment a full chested brunette was leaned over trying to make a shot, her sexy mounds practically on the table. She looked over, seeing the busty brunette whose breasts could barely contained themselves in her sleeveless top. Beth was silent for a moment, lost in a bit of jealousy before snapping back to respond. "Oh, no, not really... but I would try," she cheerfully offered. Her head was screaming to herself that she knew nothing about pool. Cassie looked at her and sneered if only inaudibly, "Seem pretty good at trying." The game itself was rowdy and full of innuendos about sticks and balls. The brunette sunk her ball, prompting Beth to awe at how she could look the way she did AND rock it at pool. Before the girl straightened up, her boyfriend came behind her and laughingly humped her for a few moments, his hand fist pumping in the air. The group of about six had been drinking for a bit. However dirty they were, it wasn't lost on Beth that they looked like a fun bunch. Doug moved to introduce, or perhaps, re-introduce her to the group. As he introduced her, one of the guys turned to her, smirking, "She doesn't look like she's seen a stick this big before," which made her cheeks blush a bit. A couple of the other guys hooted and hollered over the brunette, and had a few snickering inside jokes that Beth just wasn't too privy to. "I'm sure you can show me a few things, Dougie," she playfully prompted, as some of the other muscular guys gave him that look of alpha males about to jump on their prey. Her brain questioned her words and their double meaning. It warned her about throwing herself at this guy. She just drowned that part in more beer. Doug grabbed a cue from a buddy and held it with the thick end on his leather shoe. "Let's see her take the next shot. See how Beth sizes up on this one, eh fellas?" he encouraged. They nodded agreement, humourously noting about how the stick was positioned right beside her body. He took her aside and gave her pointers about what to do. At the end he offered an encouraging smile for his encouraging speech. "You can do this, Beth," he offered handing her stick. Beth leaned over and tried to measure a shot out. Despite having his advice, she realistically had no idea what she was doing. Eyeing a ball, she got into position to hit it as a few of the guys looked at her nice round bottom and nodded. Cassie couldn't help but laugh as Beth lined up her shot. "She's definitely not used to this sort of attention," she laughed to herself, although making it purposely audible. The guy directly across from her talked to the other guys about how they have better views. Beth concentrated and then fantastically whiffed her shot to a roar of laughter. While her face reddened and she withdrew in embarrassment, Doug stepped in to placate his howling friends. Displaying his alpha male character, he corrected her by emphatically acing one into a hole. "Like that. You'll get it next time." A girlfriend jokingly mentioned to Cassie about how 'chummy' Dougie was being with the new girl. "Her?" Cassie scoffed. "No tits? Ha!" She grinned in the direction of Beth, who was shamelessly eyeing Doug after his impressive display. Cassie strutted over, took a cue, and sunk one herself. The busty gal made a point of bending over slowly, holding the cue between her big boobs. "I can't believe how good she is at this," one of the guys said to Cassie. He then turned to Beth, "But you really suck at it." They laughed again, but Beth didn't try to act too bothered. She stood by Doug, almost in her own little world and not carefully realizing that the environment around her was changing. "Some girls just suck," one of the other guys continued the pun, laughing it up. "But somebody has to suck, to show how much better other girls are," while they turned to the busty brunette girl. "At this game", they added in a sly tone. A short while later, a skimpilydressed waitress arrived holding a tray of previously ordered shots. The tiny glasses were passed around the enthusiast bunch (with one of the guys comically yelling 'shots shots shots'). Doug went to give Beth one but stopped in mid-motion, "Oh, you don't have to do one, Beth. I know your boyfriend is coming soon, right?" Beth went to take it, but then stopped to think for a moment. Her brain informed her that he was right. Doug was also slipping away if she didn't play along, though. She smiled, "Oh no, I'm sure he won't mind if I have some without him." Doug heard a laugh behind his shoulder - no doubt Cassie's unmistakably feminine voice. "You're a trooper," he said, offering the shot and then lifting his drink. "You first, trooper." She took the shot and tried to down it quickly, hoping to impress Doug and his cohorts. After she gulped, she sat down at the table in front of her. "See, I can take it," she smiled after a sour face, the buzz almost instantly making her a bit flush. Some of the guys elected to perch their glass in their girls' cleavages and then lift it into their mouth using their teeth. Cassie moved round to take her shot with Doug, clinking her glass with his before puffing her chest out and downing it. "Yeah, you certainly did," she said, thumping the empty container down onto the table without even a grimace. Everyone couldn't help but immediately look at the much smaller chest. Even with her padded bra, she didn't have the cleavage to hold a shot glass. Some of them egged Doug on, "Take one with your new friend," they laughed. "Or maybe she can take one off you!" Dougie shrugged at Beth. Somehow he enjoyed her pale, dazed form. As effective as the gin was, another drink could prove more potent. "Ah, c'mon guys," he played back, defending her. It wasn't long before she was standing again while holding another a shot whose contents she didn't bother ask about. As she held it almost unsteadily, part of her told not to do this and that she couldn't handle it. The other side, however, so desperately wanted to impress him. He even asked her again if she was sure. She took the shot and downed it. She couldn't help but feel the room spin a bit. "Wow, I don't know if I should have any more..." she smiled, almost falling onto Doug a bit. She was laughing and trying to play it off 'cool' once again. At the same time it was hard to tell if she was really that tipsy or just looking for an excuse to paw him a bit. Doug caught her laughing giddy form in his arms as she staggered into him. In this image, it became apparent on just how big, hard-bodied, and collected he looked and was, and how tiny, fragile, and scatter-brained she looked and was. He also shared a look with Cassie, who had seen and was not impressed by the grabby, drunk girl routine. The rest of the group found it infinitely funny though, well part of a joke that Beth couldn't clue into even if she tried. "You alright?" he asked, as if he wasn't aware of her imperiled state "Yessum!" she giddily affirmed. There was a definite aura of eroticism in the air as Beth ran her hands up his biceps just a bit. She caught herself, as if coming to a bit of a realization - about the time Cassie slid her chest front and center. "Sure about that?" Cassie snarled, giving Beth an evil eye. She knew this girl realistically was not a threat to her and Doug -- for all his games with her -- was not actually interested in her, but the primal instincts that come with another woman making a pass on her man kicked in nonetheless. Like a peacock puffing its feathers to show its prowess as a dominant animal, Cassie jutted her chest out in Beth's full view. It was an impressive display and one that everyone took notice of. A couple of cat calls followed with one of the other guys whooping it up and adding in a "Would you look at those!" Beth for her part, backed down a bit as Cassie's heaving chest got close to her face. "C'mon babe," Doug started to Cassie, appearing like he would deescalate a tense situation that was heavily stacked against Beth. He inevitably was responsible for bringing out Cassie's jealous streak, but there was nothing like watching her assert herself over another woman. He placed an arm around Beth's back, as if to offer moral support as much as physical support for her. For a subtle instant, his hand trailed down and cupped her ass. "We're all friends here. It's all fun here. Hey, when's that boyfriend arrive again?" "Uh, oh, I don't know. He probably got delayed at work," Beth said, a little bewildered at the rising tension, and yet still somewhat entranced by the prospect of this going somewhere. Having this stud just grab her in front of everyone, in a way she was not used to being handled...she wanted to pull away but yet, she found her feet heavy as cement. Her mind and body had conflicting opinions on what to do. And all the while, this was the first time her boyfriend entered her thinking -- and she needed to be prompted to consider his whereabouts! Doug was too amused by Beth's situation not to keep poking at it. As slyly she thought she was at trying to be cool to impress him, it was apparent she was desperate and clueless. He was also amused that she was outwardly shameless about it, despite he himself - not even her - bringing up her boyfriend numerous times. "Well then, we have some time to kill then." She nodded slowly, biting her bottom lip unconsciously. She was not trying to appear desperate, but clearly she was. Her almost silky long skirt pressed into her legs as she shuffled them around trying to find a good place to fit in. "Yeah, I mean, might as well." What was she doing? Where did she think this was going? She wasn't sure, but she didn't seem to care. Cassie, resigned to a dominant stance with her hands on her hips, rolled her eyes in response to the smaller breasted girl. Beth was lost in a cloud made of lust and alcohol, which obviously masked her judgement. "Unbelievable!" she huffed. Cassie continued to give Beth her best fixed 'I-can't-believe-you-actually-are-acting-like-this' look. Beth was oblivious to it, as if she did not see all the warning signs and continued down the road with the DEAD END sign at it. Her muscles moved gently as she straightened her legs a bit. She turned to the group of hunky guys and the busty femme fatales, grinning and almost hanging on to Doug, as if she was part of their conversations. Clearly she was not. She could not have looked much more desperate if she tried. Well, maybe a bit. He grinned as she clung to him - both physically and verbally - like he was her protector. "Maybe we should move this to a different locale then," he said above her. Nodding while nestling further into his chest, she agreed. "Sure, if you want." She looked at him doe eyed and eager to appease. Dougie gave his friends an up nod and a wink. "Tell hubby we'll be back if he comes," he announced as they noisily salute him back. With Cassie following behind, he gradually led them out of the busy bar. If not for the arm he had around her liquor pumped body, it was questionable whether Beth could support herself. It also allowed him to cop some feels. All she could do was nod at him, wide-eyed. She wondered how he could be so calm with the guys bellowing out behind them and Cassie in tow, but although heart was beating madly as she scrambled out the doors with Doug, she was enticed to continue on. Like a snake charmer, he had worked his magic on her. A mixture of emotions swirled within her. She was so glad she had the courage to come here tonight. It had turned out so well. Doug was so suave, so confident, so cocky and cool. His body was rich and muscled, and he always seemed to have control of everything. She did not even realized she was being led outside or that he was caressing her plump but firm ass cheeks and copping the occasional feel as he saw fit. Beth's Breast Day Ch. 02 Another thanks to Mr. Wowjerk for co-writing this series. Thanks all for reading, commenting, and rating! * The rain seemed to have gone away. The sounds in that parking lot consisted of far-off revellers escaping to their vehicle to continue the night elsewhere or to outright end it. More immediately though, it featured the sound of Beth's heels half-dragging and half-stepping on the pavement, coupled with the more sophisticated, defined strides of Cassie's own heeled boots. They got to Doug's car, which was parked in a back row somewhere without other vehicles on either side. Beth had always thought he was hot, but he just seemed so much hotter now. She slipped and slid into the parking lot and soon to Doug's car. "Oh this is a really nice car," she said, trying to admire it as they found themselves somewhat secluded. Circumstances had put them together here now. She found herself edging closer and closer to him in small increments. The closeness was nice, but was driving her crazy at the same time. She could feel him, she could smell him, but she wanted - no needed - so much more. Yet, at the same time, she second guessed herself. This was innocent enough. She was not going to do anything here. She was just catching up with a friend. She wondered if he was experiencing the same kind of angst and impatience that she was. He opened the driver's side door, as they then stood in front of it. Continuing to prop her up, he led her chin up to study her face under the street lights. A look into her eyes produced such a vacuous facial expression. "Oh Bethy, Bethy, Bethy...Elizabeth," he smiled. The same manipulative, winning smile he had been flashing the whole night. "We go back, don't we?" "Yeah, we do. Many years. Been a long time." She smiled, flashing her cute grin, as her compromised brain seemed to be operating in rapid fire short sentences. Her eye lashes fluttered a bit. The street lights shined down onto her facial features, adding a unique sense of appeal. He nodded, their bodies in close proximity. He trailed a hand again down the small of her back to her skirt-clad ass. In her drunk, lust-driven state somehow she maintained a weirdly smitten innocence with that smile. He liked it. "Let's be real here. You wanted me back then." Every time their eyes met, she saw that look in his eyes and felt that rush go through her again, and she was sure she was blushing. Her cheeks felt so hot. She hoped he hadn't really noticed. "Well, maybe a little," she grinned. She felt his hands creep up on her. He kept teasing her by pulling up her skirt and feeling her body. "You'd like to try my cock right now, wouldn't you? It's so close," he mentioned. She wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her. Her body tensed up as he said that. But her mind, finally with a bit of clarity, pulled her back just a bit. She hoped her longing and the flush on her face was not visible as she let out a meek, "Well I would, but you know..." She sort of trailed off, looking at his arms. He turned her face to look at him again. "No, no, there's no 'but's. You would or wouldn't," he boldly asserted to bring her back. He pulled her even closer. Their closeness was at its paramount. The outline of his dick touched her. She paused for a moment, her face trailed away again even as he held it. She formed her body against his and felt his swelling bulge against her pelvis. She grinded just slightly against it, and she groaned low in her throat. "It feels so big..." she stammered a bit, closing her eyelids before finally just coming out with it. "Yes...I would." She looked up at him with half open glassy eyes. In this parking lot in this bar, she felt the closest to him she ever had. All the wishful thinking of the past did not seem to matter. She felt even better that he was reciprocating too. "Ooo, see, we have a problem now...I have a woman. She's standing over there," Doug said, finally figuring Cassie into the picture. It wasn't clear whether Beth even knew she was with them the whole time, quietly yet furiously watching her breathe her lust to him. Somehow though, she was turned on by how he was treating this girl and bringing her deeper into his trap. "And frankly, she's a damn good one," he continued. "She's got tits like no other. Tits..." he glanced down at Beth's practically non-existent chest through her top. "...that you don't have." Her eyes widened, as the world seemed to come to a stop. She thought she could hear a pin drop. Suddenly the look on Cassie's face was less annoyance, and more superiority and eroticism. Beth listened to Doug with a befuddled glaze of defeat. One moment, Beth was seemingly floating, eyes closed and hanging on to his every word and action, and the next, she was wide awake and in trouble. Doug got a thrill from that shift. He took his hand off her ass. "She also knows how to please my cock with those big milky breasts and her tight cunt. Question is what can youuuu do for me?" Cassie by now had stepped forward, reasserting herself in front of Beth. "I... I..." she stumbled her words. She wasn't sure what to say. His tone was so forceful and direct. She felt humiliated, terrified and yet, in a way, turned on. She melted at his boldness. She gasped loudly, "I thought you wanted me." Her breathing became deeper as she noticed Cassie standing front and center, her body looking all the more like it came from the pages of a magazine. Cassie's eyes were an icy blue. Her pink lips curled into a gentle grin. It was like she and Doug were operating from the same cold, dark, confident aura. "Bethy...I'm a taken guy...I can't be throwing myself at other women," he said condescendingly, insinuating like somehow he was the moral one and she had been the aggressor this whole time. That callous grin. "But I know what we can do." She furrowed her brow in confusion. She could feel an incredibly tingly hot pressure building within her. What had she done? Had she led him on? She was so conflicted. She felt slightly awkward, but yet curiosity, however dangerous as it was, still compelled to continue on. "What is that?" she said uncertainly. Doug sat down on the driver's seat of his car. The soles of his leather shoes were firmly planted on the pavement. His belt jingled as he began to undo the huge buckle. Her eyes widen again as she watched every move on his hands. As he slowly undid his pants, her glances turned to full on stares at his package as the zipper came down slowly. Cassie, oddly quiet after everything in the bar, just observed Beth. The girl was fixated! Doug pulled it out revealing an appetizing jock dick. She blinked, but there was no change in her facial expression. She just stared. Finally, her mouth went agape just slightly. It was everything she could have ever imagined and then some. The brisk night air on his half-erect cock was a weirdly welcoming feeling. Doug nodded to Cassie and she began to direct their doll closer to the car. Stuck in her fixed stare, the busty blonde found Beth easy to move. Staring directly at him she lifted her right hand to her mouth and ran her fingertips slowly across her slightly parted lips. As Cassie moved her closer, Beth's eyes just fixated more on his throbbing half erect cock. The tension was palpable. She realized then she was breathing heavily, panting like an animal in heat. She reached forward timidly and placed her hand around the shaft of his cock, hugging it with her fist. Cassie placed a hand on the back of her head. She looked to Doug who had a confident grin. Beth's hand, like Cassie's, was so small around his dick. "I know you want it you small tittied slut," she says, putting pressure on Beth's head. She wanted him so badly, wanted to know what it felt like. She ached to feel his hard cock inside of her. Her heart leapt in her chest, seeming to constrict her breathing. She moved stealthily to her knees, never once removing her hand from its place. Cassie's hands were on her shoulders to the point that Beth hadn't even noticed she was down there until she felt her hand on her head. She looked up at him a lustrous stare and then, as he watched, she slowly ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of his cock. When she reached the top again she glanced up and Cassie flashed a coy look. After Doug had taken the lead in playing Beth in the bar, somehow it turned out that Cassie was playing director now. It was a peculiar occurrence considering she did still hate her. In any case, even if this girl was going to taste her guy's cock, it was going to be more enjoyable for him than it was for her. She threaded her hands in her hair and moved Beth's mouth onto his cock. Cassie smirked as she tightened her grip in Beth's hair. "And down she goes. I always heard that about her." Her wet lips wrapped around his cock, Beth wanted to sort of enjoy this, but that wasn't going to happen. Cassie pushed her head down onto it. The feeling of Beth's tongue along the bottom and side of his cock truthfully produced a shiver. Now with her lips fitted around the shaft, well that just made him groan. Here he sat in his car at a downtown parking lot at midnight getting his dick sucked by some half-random. And his girl helping out no less! The massive girth towered in front of her face, a bastion of hardness and solidity, blue tinged veins coruscating in the faint light as her mouth moved around it. The sight wasn't lost on Cassie as she turned to Doug and smiled, "How fucking pathetic do you have to be to suck cock like this in the parking lot?" Beth wanted to respond, wanted to snap back to reality, but her new reality was a fat cock in her mouth. Hesitantly and with great effort, her eyelids fluttered open. But all she could see was Doug's big unit pushing past her lips and deeper into her mouth. "Pretty damn pathetic," he boldly answered her, even though the answer was rhetorical by both their standpoints. "The view isn't even as great up here as you babe. What is that, a B cup?" The free hand of a crouching Cassie roamed around and caressed Beth's chest through her top. "Not even," she reported back. "She pads it." It was soul crushing. Humiliating to another level. Cassie feeling around in her top and finding her padded bra. And her emotions were torn. On the one hand she was getting put into her place and in the other, she had a massive dream cock in her mouth. She was surprised she had been able take THAT into her mouth. Well, it had been forced into her after all. That had somehow made it easier. But it was only going to get harder from here. Cassie was a masterfully devious woman. She expertly balanced herself in her 4 inch heels like she had done it before (and she had). She was being rough with Beth too. She temporarily took her hand off her head to help her lift Beth's bra and top above her breasts so they stayed bunched in place. She then repositioned herself and pushed Beth's head further down his cock. Beth's small tits came into view. Two pieces of foam padding stuck out the bottom of her bunched up bra and shirt. She wanted to reach up and pull them down, but she was powerless. Clutching her hair, Cassie pushed her deeper. She pushed her so far into the back of her mouth that her eyes bulged outward and her nose was shrouded by his pubic hair. "Look at those tiny saggy little tits." Doug couldn't tell how much was doing what, but the combination of the actual sucking and the general circumstances of the situation had him very horny. Beth was a good cocksucker. He wouldn't praise her just yet, though. He reached forward to grab hold of her breasts but laughed out loud, "There's nothing to grab onto!" As they demeaned her, Beth had literally swallowed his meat and was sucking it up and down in an animal frenzy - partly on her own, and partly because Cassie made sure she kept a vigorous pace. Slobber began to run down her chin and drip onto her tits. Small but angled out and shaking with each bob of her head. "Look at her nipples get hard, she loves it. Didn't know mosquito bites like these could get this hard," Cassie pinched a nipple, causing a flinch. She leaned upward and met Doug with a deep kiss, her cleavage in front of the scurrying pupils of Beth. The look in her eyes was one of jealousy and soon, like an eclipse, the massive tits of Cassie blotted out any light. About that time, one of the other guys from the bar came strolling out. Noticing Cassie's trademark blonde locks first, he headed to the car only to see the full breadth of the situation. "Damn, how did I not know this little slut would be out here putting her hose face to work?" Doug was a bit surprised, but just smiled. Beth looked like a gutted fish with those bulging eyes. "I was gonna tell you this chick's boyfriend is inside looking for her, but don't worry we told him she was taking a ride." The knowledge that Beth's boyfriend was inside continued to put him over the edge. "Nice job," he said. He felt like a king with his royal subjects coming in to tell him news while the palace harlots pleased him. "He made her wait. I'm sure he can wait for her a bit longer, can't you?" he teased. "If only he knew you were here blowing someone's cock." Cassie, slinked back to her position, chimed in too. "I'm sure he's found something to entertain him," she cooed in her ear, breasts pressing against her back. "Oh yeah, he saw Kelli's tits in that low cut top. He'd sit there until tomorrow," the other guy laughed. Beth panicked. She had a moment where she asked herself again what the hell she was doing. Hearing that her boyfriend had arrived made her wonder what she thought she'd achieve by reconnecting with Doug. She was acting in pursuit of girlish crush. That's all it was: a fucking crush. Beth tried to stop herself, but Cassie pushed her back down. "You're going to be out here as long as we want you too, aren't you?" She hissed. With cock embedded in mouth and her nose in his crotch, Beth somehow managed a feeble nod and moan. "Good girl," she said squeezing a tit. "So as my man gets ready to explode," she started, looking up at Dougie who indeed looked distressed, "Lemme tell you something. Girls like you -and I do mean girl - are toys for men like him. See you're a toy, Bethy. A tool to get him off. Women like me...well, hot women like me with big hot tits get the fun...and the cum." Her wet lips wrapped around his cock, each dip to the base he felt hit her lips; her cheek, her tongue, her throat and Doug felt his cock peel back in a pool of her spit. Each pull outwards she sucked in, bringing the skin up for shelter and applying pressure to the tip of his hard cock. She kept going, Cassie never letting her stop to re-adjust her pace. The other guy was lifting up her skirt to see a wet spot forming on Beth's thong. "This girl loves it." "She's a slut," Cassie matter-of-factly says. No one in that parking lot would have disagreed. Doug moaned again. A harsh one. She monitored him, he was about to explode and she wanted it for herself. That would be the ultimate humiliation. All the work and no payoff. "Yeah, a flat chested little mouth slut. Guys use your mouth, because that's all you are to them," he laughed, dropping her skirt and patting her wet thong covered mound. Her mouth and jaw was aching, as that big cock pulsated and was forced in and out. It was as open as it could be and had been for the last little while. A few moments later, as he had just started groping her breasts and everyone laughed at her, Beth opened her jaws to near dislocation, as the monstrous meat-train began its obtrusive final journey down to her esophagus. "Show her how women get the fun, babe," he said. Cassie lifted Beth's head off his cock and displaced her in front of him. He was panting hard. "You watching, Beth?" she asked. Beth too was recovering from having his dick down her wind pipe. Cassie then puffed out her chest and waited for his hot jock cum "Look at her tiny tits dangle like limp small balloons!" She hoisted her huge tits up. "He wants THESE!!!" Doug pumped his cock. With a grunt the ex-college jock sent spurts of cum towards the rack of his well-endowed girlfriend. A sight enjoyable to all who witnessed - save for Beth. She watched as spew after spew of rocket-like hot cum blasted past her and onto those massive tits. Breasts so big...so firm...and so, well, everything that she didn't have. A few of Doug's hot cum spurts blasted down onto Beth, but they just sort of unceremoniously landed on her face and hair, and not in a flattering way. Holding out a hand, he invited Cassie up onto his leg. She steadied herself via an arm around his broad shoulders while her free hand petted his member. He caressed her breasts. Sitting before Beth as they were, it was as though Cassie was claiming her thrown and her king along with it. Beth sniffled. She slowly pushed off her legs and attempted to push herself to herself up. "I...I should go now," she meekly declared. "Girl has a point, Doug," his friend chimed. "We oughta be getting inside. It'd be rude to the birthday boy." "Yeah Dougie, I am getting kinda cold," Beth pouted while she lovingly stroked his cock. She leaned in as they briefly smooched. "Ah, but you can't go back in there looking like this, babe. You gotta wipe that shit off." As if all developing the same idea at the same, Doug, Cassie, and their friend all simultaneously turned to Beth. After a Bambi-like display, she finally steadied herself. Doug tapped his girlfriend's ass and moved to get up as well. He did up his pants, and then began to walk to Beth -- arm placed around Cassie's hip. "Hey Bethy, Cassie has a teensy problem before we go on in and we need a teensy favour from you. She's all messy and can't really go in there looking like that." Beth looked between him and Cassie. "No...no she can't," she meekly agreed. Doug toyed with the waistband of her skirt, this hand thumbing onto her panties. "How's about you help us out a bit..." "Yeah, I guess I could help..." "Of course. Why did I doubt her? Of course no tits would take off her panties for you," Cassie laughed, unheard to the woman in question who was steadying a hand on Doug as she slid her underwear down her legs. She handed them to Doug who in turn gave them to Cassie. The busty girl wiped her face off. Then she turned to help Beth. "Here, you have some smut on your cheeks," she said, using the makeshift satin rag to roughly wipe off Doug's spunk. Despite her force and her (not so) clear intent to humiliate, Beth was somehow appreciative of her efforts. "The stuff in your hair I can't get. You're best to use this and tie your hair back. It'll hide everything." "Y-yeah, I guess that makes sense too...thanks..." Beth slicked her hair into a tail and then threaded her panties around it. She wrapped it around it a couple of times and made a makeshift knot to hold it in place. "Is that...good?" Cassie smiled. "That's marvellous, dearie. Just perfect!" Doug came up behind her, sliding an arm behind his girlfriend's back. He asked if she was ready. She looked Beth and nodded, "Yeah."