Burning Passion Chapter 122

I met with the women from the Crown close to the salon at the specified time.

I was wearing a lotion merino wrap over apparel that Gemma had indicated ‘it emphasized my hourglass figure'. I thought about how my breasts could drop out at any moment and my arse actually did 'look large inside', since the cloth clung to me like another skin and my brand new non- wired bra provided no support whatsoever and left my extra big breasts wobble.

I teetered on the high heels I had bought that day as well.

Gemma's friends were dressed as tardy as my best buddy with shorts that barely covered their backsides or hipster jeans which showed off their knickers whenever they walked.

Their shirts were quite revealing and they had so much make up on it seemed like war paint. My brand new outfit fitted in perfectly.

We had a few drinks in the Crown and got taxis to the centre of town. I had a wonderful time using a never-ending series of men buying me drinks and trying to talk, but Gemma maintained a cautious eye on me and chased off a few leery ones; even though her own taste in men was funny to say the least.

As the night wore on we dropped off a few of the women and there were only four people at a disco pub at approximately 10 o'clock.

As we drunkenly jigged about on the small dance floor, we’d been united with a group of men who introduced themselves as baseball players in the regional university. Due to my limited experience with guys I believed they were damn gorgeous!

Stacey and Angela quickly disappeared because they didn’t like pupils; leaving me and Gemma to dance with a few hunks.

We soon retired into the pub and a tall, statuesque blond dude with a bent nose started talking drunkenly to me while his buddy got us a few drinks. I was mesmerized with his great looks, but I still had enough sense to be certain Gemma was close by if she'd have her tongue with a shaven headed man with no neck.

With sober hindsight the men acted like lions in the jungle separating the wildebeest in the herd until they 'went for the kill'!

"I’m Grant," the large blonde man shouted in my ear without taking his eyes off my chest. "That’s Si getting the beverages. What’s your title?"

"Laura," I answered as Si handed me a jar of green alcopops.

"Luscious Laura," Grant slurred as he strove to keep the drool from his mouth because his head hovered over my breasts.

Grant and Si made small talk. To be honest, I could barely hear what they were saying and was simply reveling in their attention towards me as well as continually staring at my bosoms.

After half an hour Gemma caught my arm and hauled me into the bathrooms. She pulled me inside the cubicle and without batting an eyelid lit a cigarette, then pulled her panties and thong down to her knees and squatted over the bowl while she peed.

I was totally stunned and couldn’t take my eyes off from between her thighs as she was completely pubeless so I could observe the urine scooting from between her curled labia.

"So what exactly do you believe?" Gemma requested as she wiped her puss using a tissue, then dragged her knickers up while her fag dangled from her lips.

"Sorry?" I answered, not understanding what the hell she'd mentioned. "They’ve asked us back into a flat for a celebration," she told me, motioning for me to replace her position on the toilet.

I figured this was commonplace involving women and not quite as kinky as I believed it’d been, so I lifted my dress up to my waist and pulled my fresh white silk knickers down and squatted over the bowl.

Though I had to pee, I couldn’t get anything to maneuver.

"Stage fright?" Gemma laughed as she hurled a plume of smoke from her cigarette. "Shove up a finger. That usually works when I’m pissed."

I nervously smiled and squeezed until my urine flowed naturally.

"So?" Gemma said, returning to her past subject, "Would you wish to return to the apartment for a celebration?"

"However, there are just two people," I stated as I wiped my puss and pulled my knickers up.

"Well," she said, curling her lip prior to taking another drag. "He explained it was a celebration party, but wishes to fuck the arse off me and I’m more than fucking prepared after believing what that fucking monster is between his thighs."

I seemed shocked as Gemma ended her smoke and threw it into the bowl.

"We can find a cab home after I’m finished." She winked and flushed the toilet. "What would you say?"

"I’m game!" I giggled.

"Do not let this big fucker hear you state that or else he’ll fuck you six ways!" Gemma giggled and squeezed my butt on the way out.

The three rugby players were waiting for us outside the bathrooms, ensuring we hadn’t escaped.

Two minutes later, five people were at the back of a cab. Gemma was straddling the man with no neck and he was playing with her breasts and her panties. I’d been sitting between Grant and Si who were making no effort at conversation. They were only leering at my breasts and telling me how 'fucking fantastic' they’d been.

"They’re as big as my head!" Grant drunkenly whined as he buried his face between them to establish his point.

I did nothing to prevent him and clung onto Simon to quit falling off the seat since the cab hurled around a corner. "How large are they?" Simon asked as Grant threw an arm round my shoulder and pulled on my torso towards him so he could lick at the crevice between my breasts.

I couldn’t stop giggling and told him they were "36EE."

"They’re fucking amazing", he slurred as he started stroking and cupping my left boob together with his large hairy hands while Grant mauled another. "I bet you provide incredible titty-fucks," Si whispered as he slipped his hands in my dress and caressed my boob through my tender bra.

Not understanding what he intended I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled innocently.