Tit sucking, almost everything

"Well, first, are you going to let this guy suck on your tits?" Sarah says, slapping a hand onto your shoulder. Technically, they know you can. But of course, they'd rather you not.

Ashley turns to you but can't meet your eyes. "Oh, fuck. Oh, John, no!" she howls, getting redder. "Tell me what you're going to leave me with if I don't."

"Nothing."

"Seriously?" Ashley almost screams.

"Uh huh. I won, remember?"

"And if I do?"

"Well, first, is what you're wearing expensive?"

"Not really, why?"

"How about the dress?"

"No. Please don't tell me you're going to -"

"I'll make some - " she whips out her scissors, "modifications."

With her scissors, she goes close to Ashley, and sticks her face to Ashley's breasts as much as Ashley did to her pussy earlier.

"Hmmm!" Sarah says. Ashley rolls her eyes and grunts.

She cuts the horizontal strap of her bra, right between the two cups. At the snip, Ashley's breasts burst forth. With her slender body, you wonder how in the world she got those melons. The way they stay round and not sag defies the laws of physics.

Ashley tries to pull the bra back together, but Sarah is not done yet. She bends down to Ashley's white panties.

"Can you pull them down a little?"

"You're going to cut that too? Come on!"

"Hey, all these are technically my clothes," Sarah says. She grins, looking up at Ashley. Ashley looks to you for a second, as if begging for your help but you just shrug and marvel at Sarah's creativity.

Ashley has **** but to pull her panties down. "That's enough," Sarah says, before Ashley exposes her full sex. She snips the part just under her pussy, then moves on to the dress. Ashley is left with a bra hanging to the side of her breasts, and panties that leak from the bottom.

"Front or sides?" Sarah says.

"What? Are you really sure you don't want to wear that dress?" Ashley retorts.

"Nope. I'm good." You notice Sarah getting a little too comfortable with just her bra, panties and jacket. "Front or sides?"

"Uh, sides?"

With that, Sarah starts cutting, just beneath the left shoulder strap, a long cut till it reaches the end. "Oh, no, no, no," Ashley says, but Sarah continues with the right side.

"So this is what you're going to wear, if you let John suck your tits. Fair trade?"

"Fuck you!"

"Be nice, or I'll have you streaking." Sarah sticks her tongue out. "So is it a yes or a no?"

Ashley is red in the face and gives you a glance. "Y - yes," she says. "Wait!"

She gets up to close the curtains fully, her breasts spilling out to a bounce again as her hands leave her bra. She must have seen somebody, because she shrieks from the windows and covers her naked breasts. Then she sits in the same spot again.

"Whenever you're ready," you say.

"Shut up! And don't tell anyone about this, I'll kill you!"

"Oh, and by the way," Sarah says, "Raise your elbows up high."

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" She raises her elbows, leaving her huge breasts hanging. "Fuck! Just get it over with."

You lean close, and lap at it with your tongue, suck, kiss, bite softly with your teeth.

"Yeah, nice, go for it, John!"

When you pause to move to the next nipple, you see Ashley has the same face when masturbating just now in the hall. Her eyes are closed, and expressions contorted. Then comes her soft moaning again, in time with her breaths, which are getting heavier and cause her two pillows to heave and fall in your face. One hand is no longer behind her head, it's down by her open pussy.

"Oh!" She moans. Sarah also knows Ashley's a lesbian, and sticks her fingers in to help. This is not within the range of your abilities, just Sarah's own free will and an a good friendship. Ashley finally completes the unfinished deed, and squirts a small puddle onto the chair. She's so embarrassed she clasps her legs shut before getting some tissues for it.

Wait, what about Sarah's seat earlier?

"Yeah, okay," Sarah says. "You may wear the dress."

"Oh - I hate you, Sarah." Ashley says as she puts the dress on. Her sides are totally bare, and you can see her side boob whose volume was barely covered by the useless hanging bra, all down to a thin strip of her panties and its obvious unique design.

"I'm heading straight back to my dorm," Ashley says, before you open the door.

"Remember, this is all for the whole day!" you say. Ashley glares at you. She's so red she looks like a tomato.

We hear the hoots and cheers as Ashley heads back, trying to hug her dress and stay low. But that only covers her front - the faster she walks the more the back flap of her dress floats up, revealing the whole of her sides and back. Sarah runs up to her to deliver one last blow to say, "Aww, look at our poor little exhibitionist!" before diving back to your side.

"Having fun?" you ask.

"Very." She says, and doesn't walk but skip around, her hands stretching her jacket from inside the pockets, and cute bubble butt bouncing with each skip. You know the best place to bring her next.