"Aside from you apparently being funny somehow, which I doubt is just because of the nervous stutter, you must be one of the most eye-pleasing young ladies in town. Now, Shu 'n I, we have a lot in common, and one of those things is an eye for aesthetics, so yeah I can see why she would."
Britney blushed and covered her mouth, "I...I uh...th-thank you for the c-c-compliment..." She took a step back, "B-b-but I don't think...I uh...i-i-i mean..."
"You don't think you're what? Pretty enough for my girl's tastes? Her mom's a taste freak and she kinda takes after her so don't go implying my girl has no taste now, heh."
"Th-thats not what i-i meant..." Britney stepped back from Dylan, yet again covering her face as it reddened.
"Then what?"
"I...I c-c-can't say."
"Come on now. I say you're pretty good looking, you say you don't think you are? That's pretty humble stuff there."
"Th-thats n-not it..." Britney was getting nervous, she eeped slightly and covered her crotch with both hands, "Pl-please s-s-stop..."
Dylan pushed his shades up a little and allowed himself to wallow in pride at apparently making a pretty girl gush with just words.
"Or what, you'll ravage me for being a smoother operator than I expected myself to be?"
Britney blushed heavily and shook her head. She stepped back and stumbled onto the bed. "Ack!"
"Careful babe, it's pretty low for a bed."
"I...I d-d-didn't mean to fall b-back..."
"Most people don't. You're no exception."
"Y-y-yeah..." Britney sat up and covered her crotch again and refused to make eye contact with Dylan. An easy task, really, considering the shades he wore, even as the sun was setting.
"So hey, pardon my asking, but what's with the hands? Prolly nothing there I haven't seen before."
"W-w-well yes b-b-but..."
"You do like your butts, don't you? Can't disagree considering yours."
"Th-thats...I..uhmm..." Britney was burning red and really couldn't think of anything to say. Dylan got up, walked over to the bed and leaned over Britney, one hand on the wall.
"Little close up shot... yeah, I can totally see why she'd bring you here. I'll bet Shu wants you that way. Can't disagree, to be honest. I really oughta wait my turn though. Shouldn't I, Bee? I mean, she never specified otherwise where I could hear it..."
Britney just bit her lip and refused to say anything, she covered herself and inched away from Dylan. "Y-y-you...I...uhmm...just...o-oh..." She was tripping up with words worse than ever. Dylan just smirked at her in that typical smug bastard style. It was one thing his dad never got to properly teach him. It was at that precise moment that Dylan's hand started slipping, because Shula, being Shula, had several blankets hanging from the way. Bitch loved her blankets. Unfortunately for Dylan, smooth satin was hard to lean on for extended periods of time, and within seconds he started falling over.
Dylan did not miss his target, embedding his face right between Britney's breasts with a loud "doof" on his part. Britney just sat there, immobile. She wanted to speak but she had no words to say that would adequately describe what she felt. "I...I....." She covered her face in embarassment.
"I meant to do that", Dylan mumbled from his mostly-fat hiding place.
"Pl-pl-please...d-don't speak.." She moaned softly.
"Hmmm?" Dylan vocalized. It wasn't proper speech, he considered.
"Nymmm...." She blushed, biting her lip.
Dylan pushed off against the bed, removing his face from its comfortable hiding place. "What the shit's a nym", he asked as he put his shades back on. "Is that like a nymph?"
Britney shook her head, she took a deep breath and sighed, "S-so...y-y-you sure...you w-want to...I-i-i mean...."
"Oh well, yeah, I suppose I'd have to be rampantly homosexual to decline a pretty girl who's obviously in the throes of Strider-induced shameful thoughts and oh crap I lost the handle on that one. Anyway, I'd rather wait for Shu, like I said earlier. Nice airbag by the way. Federal Highway Assocation approves."
"Th-th-th...th-th-thanks...b-but its okay....y-you...can..t-touch..if you want.." Britney offered, closing her eyes.
"How direct. Those are some stubborn throes."
Leaving no such invitation unheeded, Dylan carefully fondled the breasts he had been stuck in, travelling downwards after a few moments.
Then he reached Britney's crotch.
"Wait, hold on... what's this then?"
Britney didn't say a word, she had been moaning softly the entire time. What Dylan had touched seemed sensitive, and most definitely not genitalia of the feminine persuasion. Curiously and not quite grasping the obvious, Dylan patted around the crotch of Britney's pants for a bit, mumbling incoherent expressions of mild confusion to himself. Britney continued to gasp and moan from it, blissfully unaware of Dylan's confusion.
"Okay, what the hell've you got in there?" Dylan asked. He unzipped Britney's pants and started pulling them and the underwear down.
Britney gasped at what he was doing, she tried to get him to stop. "N-no! Wait!" she shouted, "Don't!"
Just as Dylan fell back on his surprised coolkid ass at what he had unearthed, Shula came in with several bags of potato chips, Carissa trailing behind her with drinks.
"Ah, I see you found out the funny part, Dylan? I was hoping to show you later, heheheh."
Britney covered her manhood and blushed heavily, "I-I-I really wish h-h-he would have listened..."
Dylan just stared at the girl, an utterly confused look on his face and a tinge of disgust aimed wholly at himself bubbling up inside him.
"I need a drink", he mumbled. Carissa obliged and handed him a bottle.
"I-i told you...."
"When it was already halfway off, but it's cool. I'm cool. You're... pretty cool in a kinda fucked up way. And Shu's a bitch."
Shula, for her part, just sauntered over to the bed and loosely hugged Britney.
"Wish I could've been here to see the ol' Strider magic backfire like that, Brit."
"H-h-how did y-you?" Britney blushed and hugged Shula back, she needed to get her pants and underwear back on though, it was getting incredibly awkward and hard to focus.
"Cos all we did was leave you two alone for a couple minutes and you're turned on."
"...r-right...May I...p-please put my pants back on?"
Shula glanced at Dylan for a bit. She was considering to deny the request just to tease the poor guy.
"I dunno... Car?"
Carissa just shrugged. "I think it's freaking out the boyfriend." She helped pull Britney's underwear back on but stopped there.
"How 'bout a compromise, though?"
Britney was a bit nervous, confused, and all around unsure of what she should be feeling. She had to ask though, "C-co-compromise?"
"It's Saturday, isn't it Shu?"
"True. Do you mean to call Pantsless Saturday?"
"I mean to call Pantsless Saturday."
Dylan facepalmed. "She means to call goddamn Pantsless Saturday... this oughta be good."
Britney sat there, she had a rough idea of what that meant, "O-oh my...you d-d-don't mean..."
Dylan laid back on the floor, right where he had fallen down, and sighed. "Welcome to the Trollslum, baby. You'll never want to leave."
There was not a shred of irony in that statement.
As Carissa properly removed Britney's pants, as far as they were still "on" in any way, Shula bounded over to Dylan and expertly removed his, a task made easier by his relatively light weight and prone posture. Britney watched, she pulled the bed's blanket over herself in embarassment, and possibly shame. She was a little overwhelmed by 'pantsless' anythings.
The real reason to be embarassed and/or overwhelmed came after a few moments, when Carissa and Shula embraced to take each other's pants off. For no good reason at all, it involved quite a bit of kissing, and stroking of bums. Dylan was happy to be staring at the ceiling, which most definately was ironic. Britney couldn't look away, but truly wished she could. She was so excited she would jump them if she wasn't shaking so much.
As the two trolls came closer to the end of their little show, it came time to actually drop the pants, just barely hanging on there. Shula slowly bent down, pulling Carissa's pants down along with her, revealing a simple pair of black panties with a little purple swirl on the front. Shula went back up, tracing her fingers along Carissa's legs and sides, and nodded. Carissa started to do the same, unwittingly letting her ample buttocks jut out impudently towards poor Britney as she crouched. Britney gulped nervously and removed the blanket from on top of herself. She nervously stepped up behind Carissa and hugged her, groping her chest slightly.
"I..I..I d-don't think you sh-should t-t-tease..." she stated.
Only then did a slightly woozy Shula notice Dylan was staring into the oblivion that was her ceiling.
"You're right, Brit. We should only do that when all audience members are paying fuckin' attention", Shula quipped as she playfully kicked Dylan in the stomach.
"Okay okay I'll play along, hahaa."
Dylan rolled over on his side and watched Britney grope Car. "Woah, conflicting."
Carissa, meanwhile, was somewhat frozen in place. She wasn't likely to say it, but the careful yet jittery touches of Britney were a real change of pace compared to Shula's more rough style of play. Britney continued to move her hands carefully along Carissa's body and slowly slid a hand down towards her crotch as the other stayed at her chest.
"I..I..i-i-is this okay?"
Carissa furiously shook her head, not to disagree but to clear her mind a bit. "Yeah, um... yeah it's good."
"Dylan, you watching that?" Shula softly asked as she crouched next to her boyfriend.
"Hmmhmm."
"Whatcha think she'll do next?"
"Who, Bee or Car?"
"...Brit."
"Well, judging from their relative positions, I'd say she'll try to bone her."
"You like it?"
"Look at me, dummy. Look at me and ask again."
Shula glanced at Dylan's boxer shorts and acknowledged that, despite the earlier discovery, he did indeed 'like it'."
"So, Dylan..."
"Yeah?"
"Wanna watch from the bed?"
In reply, Dylan rose from his spot on the floor and flopped his dumb ass down on the bed, incidentally giving him a good view of Britney's butt. As Shula followed him there, he considered giving the butt a slap. When Shula crawled on top of him, he reached out and did indeed slap Britney's butt. She of course jumped at this, forcing her crotch to rub up against Car's ample bottom, who in turn squeaked. Britney moaned loudly from this though, and decided to keep these antics up. Groping her chest carefully, and placing a gentle touch upon her nethers. Carissa was starting to feel woozy, a feeling not at all unfamiliar to her.
Shula grabbed Dylan's errant hand and held it tightly as she proceeded on some classic, if not slightly rougher than average in human culture, foreplay, starting with a couple of kisses. Dylan knew what his girl liked, and she liked it rough, like most trolls. He was happy to oblige, and bit Shula's lip as he pulled up her shirt, fumbling at her breasts. Shula, in turn, licked one side of Dylan's face and dug her nails into his shoulder.
Britney pushed forward on Carissa's back to get her to bend forward, continuing to nudge her shaft between Carissa's buttocks. She let out a soft moan and moved her hands to Carissa's chest, where she groped them gently. Carissa, like Shula, preferred it a -little- rougher than that. She placed her hand upon Britney's and squeezed. "More like that." Britney kept her rubbing antics going, and nodded. She proceeded to tighten her grip and pinch Carissa's nipples. Car groaned in approval and rubbed her butt against Britney's eager shaft.
"M-may I...in your bum..?" Britney asked nervously.
"You'd be the first, hun", Carissa revealed. She tried to turn her head back to kiss this strange girl.
Britney leaned forward and gave Carissa a kiss on the forehead before pressing the tip of her shaft against Carissa's asshole.
"Dylaaan~?" Shula chirped. "They're gaining on uuus~"
"What'ya wanna do about it?"
In response, Shula got up and pulled off Dylan's boxer shorts. She pulled aside her panties and rubbed her waiting slit against Dylan's cock, vaguely rust colored lubricant slicking it up.
"You ready Dyllweed?"
Dylan nodded. As Shula rose once again, he grabbed the base of his cock and held it upright so that Shula could sit down on it. With a fleshy slap, she pounded with her full weight, ramming the thing as deep inside of her as she could. She gave Dylan a few seconds to restart breathing, which he gladly took, together with a firm hold on Shula's breasts. She proceeded to pound Dylan's cock deep, but slowly at first...
Britney forced her length in with a sharp thrust, gripping Carissa's chest tightly in the process. She let out a loud moan as the tight fit entrapped her manhood.
"Hooo fuck~" Carissa exclaimed as she felt her virgin asshole being violated. Britney wasn't that big, but nothing had ever gone -in- there before, not even the stuff behind the black satin wall blanket. It was a strange but somehow nice feeling.
"It..f-f-feels really good!" Britney muttered as she struggled to trhust in and out at a decent pace, it rubbed against her shaft and tantalized it. Precum dripped out steadily. Carissa reached down to finger herself, finding herself utterly slicked up. She took some purple fluids on her fingers and reached around, letting it flow between her buttcheeks and onto Britney's cock. Britney could move quicker as the fluid greased things up, making the movement flow much more smoothly.
An odd fart-like noise erupted from Shula as she slowed down a bit. She had been pumping Dylan at an increasingly high pace and was starting to build down again, collecting a quantity of air in her pussy.
"Hold on, Shu", Dylan panted. "I wanna switch."
"O-O-Oka-a-a-a-y~"
With a loud, fluid flopping noise, Shula broke contact with Dylan's cock. He guided her on her knees and took position behind her.
"You gonna fuck me in my ass, Dylan?" Shula panted.
"I dunno", Dylan admitted as he rubbed his manhood against Shula's soaked groin. "What do you want?"
Shula's mind was a blank. "Car, what do?"
"In the aaass~" Carissa replied.
Dylan obliged, ramming his rust-covered cock up Shula's ass as deep as he could, savoring her gasping reaction.
Britney kept moving as she could, with each thrust more precum proceeded to be spurted forth, she gripped Carissa's sides to get a better handle on things and move faster still. She moaned loudly and bit her lip.
"Ohhh..mmnnnnnnnnnnn~"
"Do iiit~! Bri... Bri'niii~!"
"Wha...y-you mean you want me to finish in y-your ass?"
"Mmm-mmm!"
"Well I am a-a-almost there b-but I don't think I can just..."
"Mmm?"
"I can't do it on a m-m-moments notice!"
"I... don't care, just guh... go ahead~"
Meanwhile, Dylan picked up the pace, pounding Shula's ass raw.
"Hey, Shu?"
"Fuckass?"
"Car wants Bee to... come in her ass... can I?" Dylan panted.
"No~"
Britney, as if on cue, unleashed her seed inside Carissa's bum. It filled her ass up and leaked out soon after. She slid it out slowly, moaning loudly as her orgasm ceased.
"Aaah..m-mnn..that w-was..."
"My butt is boiling..." Carissa said in a woozy, high pitch.
With a muffled scream, Shula climaxed. She dropped down flat on the bed with a sigh, pulling Dylan's cock out as she went. A thick stream of hot cum splattered on her lower back and hair, some more dribbling onto her butt.
"Dylaaan~?"
Dylan dropped to his knees behind Shula.
"Yeah?"
"You up for round two?"
"I won't be 'up' for another five minutes at minimum, darl'. Maybe those two jackasses? I'll watch."
With that, Dylan flopped over backwards into a light coma-like state.