It Was Just a Simple Misunderstanding

“Strip her!”

“Rip her clothes off!”

“Yeah, strip her! She was gonna do the same to you!” came the call.

“C’mon Megan, rip her dress off! I wanna see that luscious booty!”

“NOOO!! Don’t...Please!” she wailed. Now in full panic, Brenda realized that the woman she had tortured for years was about to humiliate her completely.

Totally embarrassed, Brenda could only cower and cross both arms over her bosom in order to try and shield her half clad body as the hoots and hollers and calls for her utter stripping became more vehement.

“NOOO!! Not my dress...!” she whimpered, trying to hold up the scraps of her clothes. She turned to run for cover.

Anticipating just such a move, Megan already had her hands poised to clasp the torn remains Brenda’s dress hanging around her waist.

SSHHRRRRIIIIIIIIIPPPP!!!

The rest of her dress tore off with a most lewd and erotic ripping sound.

Brenda halted and her mouth opened wide, forming a big soundless ‘O’, a look of shock spreading across her face as she slowly realized that her dress had been ripped off and she was standing in front of everyone in just her white lace tap panties and the remains of her camisole, held tightly against her breasts.

“Oh, God. My clothes, my dress! Noooo! Please, don’t look! Stop! Stop laughing! Give something to cover myself!! How will I get out of here like this??”

It was so exciting to see the now partly nude brunette bombshell being stripped to her fancy undies and getting trounced by the smaller Meagan.

Out of nowhere, Megan felt the hard slap of a hand across her bare ass and she instinctively turned around to see who did it.

“Hey! Cut it out!”

“Go get her hun! She’s gett’n away now!” urged a very animated middle age woman.

Sure enough, the distraction gave a panicked Brenda a chance to slip clumsily beneath a small table draped with a red tablecloth, thinking that she could somehow hide from her tormentor.

“Where did she go?” asked Megan as she momentarily tried to hide her own embarrassing exposure.

Without a word, several hands immediately pointed to where Brenda had tried to conceal herself. Not really an issue as she had foolishly chosen a hiding spot too small for all of her bulk to fit under and which left one of her calves and shoes conspicuously sticking out.

“Ah hah!” cried Megan in triumph and reached for Brenda’s leg.

“Get out here and finish this fight! I’m not done with you yet!”

Brenda would have none of it though and kicked her foot out of Megan’s grasp. Seething with frustration, she lunged in again under the bunting, blindly groping for any part of the wiggling Brenda to lay hold of and drag her quarry out into the open.

RRRIIIIIIIPPP!

Megan fell back on her bottom, examining the torn remains of Brenda’s camisole before tossing her “prize” offhandedly to the side.

“My clothes! Get your hands off of me you fucking dyke!” AAAAHHH!! screamed Brenda from under the table. “You’re trying to strip me naked! EEEEE!! I know you want me, Megan!! Somebody help!! Get this lesbo bitch off of me!” she wailed.

Before Megan could try again, two women from the throng of spectators stepped forward and deftly grabbed Brenda’s thrashing feet and dragged her out from under the table.

“EEEKKK! What are you doing??!! STOP! I’m almost naked!! Get away from me!” was all Brenda could muster as she tried to both flail at the two women and cover her huge knockers at the same time.

“Roll her over, Katie.” urged one of the women.

“OK. Oohhh! Hey Ronnie, this one’s got a slamm’n ass!” declared her companion and gave it a good, firm slap through the fabric of Brenda’s panties after she had fondled it briefly.

“EEEPPPP!”

“Get over here, Megan and finish this bitch!” insisted Katie

Megan gleefully obliged, tantalized by the eroticism stirring and swelling her most intimate of areas, brought on by the sight of the arrogant, conceited Brenda lying prostrate, stripped and nearly naked at her feet. The crowd began to chant:

“Poo-sy, poo-ssy, poo-sy!”

“Rip those panties off!! C’mon!”

“Boo-ty, boo-ty, boo-ty!

“Please...wait...don’t.”

“It’s what they want. I have to do it.” said Megan, her voice dripping with sarcasm.