You tease as much as you can, but the guys have to do it.

You stand in the entryway, the group of guys all eying your body hungrily. They probably think you have some sort of tiny tubedress on, but as you meet their gazes, you decide that you're going to take advantage of your 18th birthday. You've teased a lot today, and some have taken you already, but these are strong college guys, macho types. You don't just want them to fuck you, you want them to lose control and **** you to submit, not because you will, but because they can whether you will or not.

You look around, and see a TV room, with two couches perpendicularly aligned facing a widescreen TV. Although you don't want this to happen anywhere near a television, you do want some open area, so you spin a bit, the jacket rising halfway up your ass as you do. "Let's go over here, boys..." You know that at least one or two of the guys will have an idea of your exact state of undress now, but there's no point in spoiling the mystery this quickly.

They follow you like puppies on a chain, and you can feel your excitement building with theirs as you wonder what exactly's going to happen - for once, you're not completely sure. Your thoughts have turned away from how you're going to get home, and what you're going to do now that you've turned 18, and more to how much longer this coat's going to stay on you. The guys need to have an idea of what's on you, but you want to make them earn it first.

You flop down on the couch, putting both of your feet on the coffee table. "Can someone grab me a water?" Like a bolt, two of the guys start to go, but you hold up your hand. They're in your control now, even as you know it won't stay that way. "And I could really use a foot rub." At that, the two guys sputter briefly but one goes to the kitchen.

Although your feet are smelly and a bit dirty from your tryst in the dumpster (to say nothing of walking on them for the past 10-15 minutes), two guys immediately go to your feet and start on them. "Thanks, boys, that feels so good..." It doesn't, actually, but the erotic pleasure of them rubbing on your feet with only one later of clothing on you more then makes up for it. You sit up a bit, managing to make the jacket hide your pussy from their view, although most of your legs are exposed. You toy with the zipper again, and the 3 remaining guys all start eying it, but you stop it just above your breasts, as you're looking just to expose your neck.

"Can any of you boys do a neck rub?" The one remaining guy (the one named Michael) who had just been ogling your legs moves behind the couch, obliges and his hands going around your neck. "I suppose that'll do." you say, and even as the guys hands start roaming, you can feel some resentment from them being under your control so much. The foot rubbers start traveling up your legs, and the neck person starts moving over your collarbone and shoulders as well as your neck.

Eventually, one of the guys brings your water to you, and you decide more toying is in order as you lean forward to sip it, the neck rub stopping as you try the water, and a slight frown adorns your face. "Could you put some ice in it? It's a bit too warm for me." You try your winning-est smile, and the guy sighs and goes back to the kitchen to obey your command, and you lean back again so the neck rub resumes.

Eventually, the other guy brings your ice water, and you motion to the coffee table for him to put it down there. The 3 other guys continue rubbing your body, and the fourth guy maneuvers himself between your legs to start working on your knees, and you sigh in contentment - now it's good. Although you keep your privates hidden, you gradually give them more of what they want, as you shift your legs to expose more of your thighs, and you move the jacket's zipper down, eventually far enough that your shoulders are exposed, and your tight hug on yourself is the only thing keeping the jacket from falling to your waist - if the guys wanted to, they could rip it off you right now, and although you know their thoughts are turning that way, they won't do it just yet, and you close your eyes in lustful bliss for the moment.

Michael starts getting bolder, massaging your chest and mouth, and gradually moving to the exposed portion of your tits, and you feel the fourth guy starting to spread your legs when....you quickly sit up, zipping your jacket and grabbing your water, and the guys back away at your sudden movement.

"That's good. Thanks, boys." You quickly gulp down your water much too quickly, and much of it drizzles past your lips and onto your neck and cleavage. "Oh, silly me, it looks like I've wet myself." You laugh, and your eyes meet the other four guys, and their eagerness and somewhat lustful gazes earlier have been replaced by straight-out-they-want-to-take-you right then looks. Still, you have one more card to play, and you stand up straight as you meet their gazes intently.

"There's just one more thing I need you guys to do..." you start, and your eyes are flamed as you realize what you're going to do. "...you offered earlier to hang up my jacket, and you still haven't done that yet. Which one of you would be kind enough to do that for me?"

Michael steps forward - he's not fat, but clearly he's the one who hits the gym the most, and the lust in his gaze is almost a match for yours.

"The zipper is right there..." you finger it idly, but you keep your hands at your sides with great effort as the guys surround you. "...if you could take it off of me." Every eye in the room is on Michael, and he moves his other hand to your pussy but you push it back.

"Uh-uh. Jacket first." You say with authority. Although you know the authority in this room isn't yours. Still, Michael obeys, and his right hand finds the zipper and starts pulling it down, as all the guys move in front to see what they knew was there, what you'd been hinting at since you got into their SUV. It was one thing to know and another thing to see, and they were seeing it now. The zipper travels downward with Micheal's hand, past your collarbone, down through your cleavage, down your stomach, and finally past your pussy. The guys gasp as they see it, and the clip opens up as the jacket parts.

Micheal's hands go for your head and start to pull you in for a kiss, but you stop him even as you feel the rub of his clothes against the exposed part of your torso. "You bad boy. The jacket's still on me." You know that the breaking point will have been hit with that comment, and Micheal's hands grip into your hair now as his knee plants itself into your pussy.

"It won't be for long." You've lost control of him now, but that was what you wanted, as you feel one of the other guys tease the jacket off of your shoulders and down your arms, his hands following it the whole way. "You should have known what would happen, parading yourself around town wearing only a dirty jacket....what kind of girl gets herself into that mess?" The jacket is tossed across the room now, and your eyes follow it, knowing the final symbolic measure of protection for you has been torn away. "More to the point...what does a girl like that expect to happen when she runs into guys like us?" Michael has now moved one hand to your ass now, and the other is at the small of your back, ready to pull you in.

The guys eyes are all on you now, your body and intent fully exposed to them. They suspected, and now they knew that you were fully naked under your coat the entire time, and that even with that you accepted a ride from four college age boys, and teased them both in body and in manner. Your expression turns doe-like innocent, although the lust in your eyes betray you as you say what's likely to be the final coherent statement from you for the next hour or two back to him.

"I don't know. What's going to happen?" You add a bit of defiance to the last note of your statement, wanting the boys to lose themselves on you.

And with that, Michael pulls you in and kisses you, his hands roaming all over your body as the guys descend on you, starting to grope and pinch whatever they can reach....