They decide you like being naked & messy

"You know..." the guy on your left drawls. "You'd almost think she likes being naked and messy."

"Yeah, she is oily all over, and she's humping a heap of popcorn," says another.

Your lips part, whether to accept or to fight their accusation you're not sure.

"Maybe we should give her a hand getting messy then."

"Hey, stop!" you protest, then stiffen as you feel your hair becoming heavier. It takes a moment for you to figure out what's happening as you turn your head from side to side, then you realize...

"You put my hair in the pop?" you gasp, horrified. Don't they know how long it takes to do your hair for a date? How long it took you to tease it the way Jacob likes? "God, now it's going to be all sticky!"

"I was thinking more along these lines," another one says, pours his bucket of popcorn onto your chest before dumping it down your back.

"Wait..." you try again, completely at a loss, wriggling in the mess of popcorn and shaking the uncomfortable heaviness of your hair.

"God she looks gorgeous like that," one says. They all eye you hungrily, making you squirm and blush, if only a little. A part of you preens with pride at being able to elicit those looks, but you clamp down firmly on it.

Mentally your berate yourself for teasing them, somehow feeling like this is all your fault. You had been dreaming about having them touch you, and you did deliberately set them up to knock over the popcorn, so really you can only blame yourself, right?

Your hesitation and lack of real objection encourages them, and their hands dig in. You squeal as hands full of popcorn smear butter from crotch to neck. Partially popped pieces leave small red scratches across your body as they recklessly scrub your body, the salt from the corn stinging in the small wounds.

Something presses against your well-lubed pussy lips, making your eyes go wide before something pops past your entrance.

Wait... Is that....

"You like playing with food so much? I bet you'll love this," one of them says, and you feel him popping a couple more pieces past your lips.

"N... not there!"

"Got the sausages?" he asks his fellows, ignoring you as he pushes another couple in.

"Yeah. I got one for myself, too," says another boy, handing them over.

"Good, put this one in her mouth for now."

"Hey!" you exclaim, but your objections are short-lived as the stuff one large sausage past your lips, forcing your jaw open as they push it to the end of your throat. Luckily you've got great control of your gag reflex.

"So what're you going to do with the sausages?" one of the guys asks.

"Seriously? You really need to ask?" he responds with a smirk that makes you try to get away. Unfortunately his friends have possession of your limbs, and if you bite the sausage in two you might **** to **** on the part poking into your throat.