Rescued

I could almost feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my body was under **** by the girls' exploring hands. Evie playing with my front, unzipping my fly a little, Alice at the back, playing with the elastic of my boxers, and getting dangerously inquisitive back there. I could barely think under the assaults and could feel myself giving in.

“How is everyone over here?” I looked up from my sexually induced daze to see Zoey walking over to us, standing above us “I see you’re up to your usual tricks, Evie.”

“Just trying to have a little fun,” Evie replied, not looking away from me. “You should try it sometime.”

Zoey crossed her arms, idly toying with her braid with one hand. “I have all the fun I need. I’m just being a good friend. Maybe you should try that sometime.”

“Are you still mad about that?” Evie finally turned and glared at her. “It was over a year ago and wasn’t even my fault! I wasn’t dating you, he was. It was his job to be faithful to you, not mine...”

Zoey took an intimidating stomp toward the shorter, flatter girl and looked like she was about to slap her. Instead, she turned to me. "C’mon, let’s go,” she said, holding out her hand.

I froze, unsure whether to stay or go, not really sure what was happening at all. Evie and Alice were clearly interested in me. I was pretty sure I could be having sex with them both if I stayed with them, but I had no idea what they were planning or what they’d do to me, and by the sounds of it I wouldn’t have a choice! But rather than those two devils, I could stay at the party, mingle with the guests, and see what happens here. I could feel Alice put a hand on my shoulder and press her massive tits into my bicep, applying a slight pressure as if she was trying to get me to stay.