Eight against one, who cares how horny she is?

The mixture of younger guys and middle aged men are all confused at what's going on, and haven't cracked open their beers yet, an uneasy silence lingering over your yard as you wonder where to take this next. A group water fight with Jess as the target seemed like a good idea at first, but you now realize the obvious problem with that - you don't have a half dozen hoses sitting around to drench her with.

As the younger continent start mumbling amongst themselves, Jess cracks open her beer, and eight sets of eyes follow her as she chugs it down, clearly looking to dull her anger at the current situation. In her haste to drink a large amount of it, she spills some down her neck, and onto her shirt, making a tiny area around her neck transparent.

It is then that inspiration strikes you. You casually walk behind Jess, pretending to go to talk to the young guys who are sitting nearby, shaking your beer bottle as you do so. You stop behind her as she takes another swig, talking as you get ready to pop the lid on your beer:

"Get her!!"

Jess turns at your statement with a confused look, but it's quickly drowned out by the spray of beer from your bottle as you pop the lid, moving it in closer to her as the stream quickly putters out. She leaps up to run away, but the younger guys strike first, closing in as they shake their own bottles for their liquid **** as one of them simply bypasses the range by simply dumping it over her head, the liquid soaking her hair down onto her shirt.

At this point, three of the other guys have shaken their bottles enough, and open fire. There's plenty of stray beer droplets and streams with Jess dodging through the group of men but at this point her shirt is getting more and more transparent, her shorts starting to get soaked through.

The first batch of ammo quickly runs out, as you toss your mostly empty bottle to another guy so you can grab her to keep her from running. Another one of your neighbors - catches on, and maneuvers to keep her in range of the guys looking to dump more beer on her and soak her clothes through.

With some twists and turns, she yanks out of your grip but trips over her own feet as she does, falling to the ground. Within seconds, the remaining bottles of beer are now focused on her entirely, and you quickly grab her feet, as a neighbour grabs her arms, and you flip her up so her torso is facing up, her breasts now under the watchful eyes of your group.

"Bring it all, guys."

At this point, your cooler's been emptied but you don't care anyways - its all bad beer - as you restrain Jess's legs, giving her a look as her eyes meet yours desperately. She squirms, but you know that she can't get away now from the gazes of the men, her nipples perking up at her **** exposure.

You see one of them bringing the hose around from up front, but he drops it as he sees the torrent of liquid being poured onto your girlfriend's now useless shirt. Two of the guys grab ice from the cooler, and **** it under Jess's shirt and shorts, and she bucks against the sudden chill against her skin as the liquid **** slows, and the young guys go for more ice as one of your neighbors starts rubbing the ice under her shirt, the cold hardening her nipples even more under the near transparent covering.

Slowly, it turns from a water fight into a group molestation session as the guys all find ice under her shirt to manipulate her smooth skin, and one of them even starts using an empty beer bottle to poke under her shorts, gradually wedging them down her legs. You permit this with as mile, enjoying Jess's **** exposure as you ask for one of the young guys to get the hose ready as Jess starts bucking against the hands, her shorts **** lower and lower on her hips.

Eventually, you wave them all off, and quickly yank Jess to her feet, the shorts barely on her hips, her shirt not hiding anything as you pull her backwards deliberately, not hiding her body from the men as they're almost seeing everything as the shorts slide further down her hips. With one hand holding her wrists behind you near the chain link fence, and the other on her hips, grasping her shorts, you nod at the guy holding the hose.

"We need to clean her off."

You know some of it'll get on you, but as a strong stream of water opens up from the hose, you're rewarded with seeing Jess write against the strength and temperature of the water hitting her, as it soaks the last vestiges of modesty from the flimsy garment, the guys watching as you pull the shirt up as the hose moves down. Droplets run down her smooth stomach, the stream forcing her back, but she has nowhere to go, as the guy spends a fair amount of time aiming at her shorts, looking for her pussy as you pull her shorts down with the water's stream, stopping when Jess gasps as the water hits her aching slit.

After 15 seconds of the water being aimed at her center, you motion upwards, and as the stream moves up her body you lift the shirt up with it. The water from the hose lingers between her breasts and you release her wrists for the moment, only to yank the shirt over her head and the shorts down her legs at the same time, feeling Jess shudder as you finally strip her for the guys. The shirt is still on her arms, and you move it behind her head as your grip returns to her wrists.

The guys ooh and aah at Jess's nubile form, but you're busy moving the shirt down her arms. She tenses as you expect to take it off of her, but you only take it off of one arm, threading it through a couple of holes in the fence before you put it back through the other arm, restraining her arms behind her, and as you release her arms, you see Jess realize what you've done to her, and the lust in the guys' eyes grow as they see it too.

Jess is now naked and restrained in front of 7 men from the neighborhood, who have been watching her body get more and more exposed to them over the past short while. She takes one final **** look at you to see if you're going to stop them...if you want to stop them...

...and if she wants you to stop them.