Crowdsurfing Teasers: Damn it, Rosie.
Teaser for why you should'nt get drunk, take drugs and get skimpy when you're a popstar. And then you definitely shouldn't crowdsurf, ya' damn slut. And Rosie is a stand-in name, until I think of a 'poppier' one, which I just typed as 'Poopier' three times. And I call myself a writer...
""Rosie." He earpiece said.
She opened her eyes. The stage was so far away. She'd been carried to the centre of the huge crowd, floating on it like a swimmer lost at sea.
"Take me back, please!" She yelled, but her voice was either ignored or drowned out. The hands were too excited, all eager to grab a handful of the singer. It wasn't long before another hand make a grab at her privates. She couldn't even shut her legs this time, so many hands keeping them open. The more she struggled , the more they pulled, until she found them actually spreading her legs apart.
Hands from all around her started to grope her more than hold her. Her tights were being clawed at, so many fingers poking and pressing into her privates, with no way for her to stop them. She snatched one hand up from the crowd and moved it to her crotch, trying to pull them away, but there were too many. Fingertips pulled and tugged at her tights, and she felt holes opening in them, the thin nylon snapping and laddering as they were so roughly handled.
Fingers curled around the edges of the holes and pulled. She heard the fabric splitting as they were torn open, hands probing through, grabbing her bare thighs. She screamed as they grappled with her, snatching and tugging at her black panties. There were too many to stop them, fingers pulling, dragging the fabric aside. The cold air hit her womanhood as it was exposed to the world, before being covered by probing fingers.
She shrieked and thrashed, terrified. She felt one slip inside her, then another, then two more, pumping her tight fuckhole. Others rubbed and prodded, squishing her clit and rolling it around. She fought back with both of her hands, sitting up and beating her fists at the hands. Each one that drew back, another took its place.
She overbalanced and fell to the side, but the crowd didn't let go. Instead, she found herself lying on her front. Her earpiece was ripped out and her struggling wrists and ankles grabbed tightly, keeping her pressed against the sea of hands that groped and stripped her They just tore away at her clothes, her tiny shorts just being pulled straight down over her canvas shoes, her already ripped tights being shredded, and her tank top cleaved in two by many hands. Immediately her tits were under attack from hands and mouths, licking, sucking and biting her nipples and her pussy..."
**~ Serban
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