a perfect way to pantytease

You skip back into the mall corridor, like a child with a new toy, gazing at your reflection in the storefront glass, lifting your ripple edged tube skirt to see your ass half uncovered. What you didn't notice was your other admirers on the other side of the optical store glass. The two white-coated opticians stood in stunned silence as they watched you show off the half-clothed globes of your beautifully carved ass.

You turn to walk the other way and see a placard of a halfdressed blonde in lowslung hiphuggers sitting in a corner of the mall floor. Your mouth drops in surprise and delight. Xtina was promoting her new album 'Strrpd' in the West Court with a mini-concert in front of the FYM music store-- today--in two hours. You better hurry over there. Her new single 'Drtty' was your theme song.You loved her..music.

Darn.. your sneaker's open again. You bend at the waist to tie it. It is then, with your head between your legs, you see the men staring behind you. You smile, and wave. You continue on your way to West Court. Five minutes later, your other sneak comes open. Flustered, you bend again, seeing another admirer. This one looks harmless, an old man with a cane and a wrapped foot. You circle around closer, hoping to test your wardrobe magic.

After another sneaker lacing, you realize that these sneakers are made to enable you to cocktease. Every five minutes, they spring open, giving you the opportunity to show off those former cheerleader legs and bubble ass.

You circle the second floor mezzanine, trying to time your arrival in front of the old man's bench with your purple platform sneaks unraveling.

Your smile widens as you see the laces spring open as you stand two feet before the old man's seat. You turn your back to him and bend to tie the sneak. You smile as you see him closely scrutinize the bare flesh of your outthrust asscheeks and how they disappeared under the edges of your high-riding panties.

The man rubs his sweatpants' crotch as he watches your lewd display. He sees your hand slip between your thighs and rub the latex of your pulpy pantygusset. Suddenly, he's not sure how, and doesn't really care, your fingers slot themselves in the bare shaved halves of your pussymeat.

You can see the magic's working by the way the man leans forward to study your masturbation. Satisfied, you pull your hand away and stand, ready to walk away.

"Not so fast, missy!"

The old man's cane crook catches you around the neck and pulls you back, knocking you right into his lap. He wraps his strong arm around your waist as he jerks the front of his sweats low enough to free his hard, dripping cock. Before you can react, his heated prick clears away your pantyseat and he jabs right into your swampy pussy.

"Oh, God, you are so tight for a slutty wanton whore," he whispers into your ear as he pumps you into a frenzy, hard and fast.

He didn't realize that your magical panties stretched inside you, grasping his old prick like a too small condom.

"Oooh, take it all, whore!" he huffed, his jizz bubbling inside you, the magic material evaporating it like a spermicide as he pulled out and the purple and black panties returned.

You hobble, weak-legged but fully clothed, to Center Court's glass elevator, still eager to see Xtina. The material's magical reaction, combined with your own wildly flowing hormones, had sent electrical tingles through you that still left you on edge.

You smile coyly at the two men standing to the back of the mostly glass tube as you enter. They are the same men from the optical shop. You decide to give them an extra treat and back your butt into them as you tend to your annoying sneaker as the doors close.  

"Whoa! Hold the elevator!" you hear from outside as a hand appears inside the narrowing crack.

You right yourself at the thought of the unwanted intrusion, but the men see the heat of your contact has already bared your buns.

Four guys from the local college enter, all towering over a foot over you. Two tall thin guys are in the school's sweatpants and shirts, with the legs and arms cutoff. They look like basketball players. The other two aren't quite as tall but have massive chests under their mesh half tees, and thick ripped muscle where their coaches shorts don't bind them. Obviously football players.

They laugh and guffaw amongst themselves. They seem either drunk or stoned. "Wow," says one, "I can't believe we're going to see that sexy lil' cunt Xtina up close."

"Yeah," nudges the other,"I wonder what she won't be wearing!"

They all laugh and high five each other, oblivious to the fact they are crowding you and the two men.

"Nobody will see her if you don't push the button. First floor, please," you pipe up.

"Well, little lady, excuse us!" the one says, turning to look at your diminuitive form, sandwiched between them.

"Oh my God! The little slut's taken her clothes off in the elevator!" He turns to stop the elevator midway down.

They all back away slightly, taking in your seemingly completely naked body.

"No, it isn't like that!" you start, not having realized in the hubbub and confusion of their entrance that your outfit had completely disappeared.

"Well then, what is it like, you one of them exbitchinists?"asks the one football player, now groping your boobs roughly.

"Either way, it doesn't matter." He starts them to chanting.

"Gangbang! Gangbang!"

"Now see here! You can't do that!" says one of the opticians as they watch the jocks undo their trous.

"Oh, yeah," says the footballer. "You either join us or get cornholed by us!"

The middle-aged man looks at the foot-length salami weaving from his shorts and begins to undo his own fly.

You look around at the pricks surrounding you. They are the biggest lengths of cockflesh you'd ever seen. Monsters big as your forearm, heads like plums, leaking pre-cum like faucets. The veins bulged in readiness for their ****.

Your nude form was squatted over the footballer, the two bballers pushing you down all the way to his cock's hilt as he lay on the elevator floor. Then one thin guy pushed you forward, jamming his drooling cock in your puckered bunghole. The two other jocks took turns in your mouth, deepthroating you, your neck bulging to twice its' size as you took it all. The opticians, meanwhile, wrapped your hands around each of their girths, forcing you to jack them off as you were three-wayed. The elevator glass was beginning to steam from the bodyheat of those involved. You were just senseless under your outfits' constant stimulation as it stayed transparent as you climaxed again and again under the penile ****.

"I don't know about you guys, but I can't take this slut's sucking holes any longer. Everybody ready?" asked the footballer underneath.  They all grunted their assent.

"Okay!" he said as they pulled you off him and he rose unsteadily to his feet. "Circle jerk! Hose the bitch down!" he cried, pushing you to your knees.

You look like a deer caught in the headlights as the six men circle around you, your body the target of these quaking, mammoth pricks. How much ammunition would those things hold? You were about to find out.

One let loose, then each followed, like synchronized fountains. You watched as geysers of white goo splashed against your once pristine skin. They aimed  their pricks like firehoses, splashing across your face, all over your back and belly as well as your outthrust tits. Your hair was showered with the stuff.

You were thirsty for some of their liquid love. You grabbed one in each hand and aimed their still-shooting pricks at your open mouth, sticking out your tongue and catching it like snowflakes.

But finally, the snowfall stopped. You wiped at your stuck-together eyelashes, trying to see around you. You were now all alone. Well, you and their cum. You looked around you. What hadn't hit you nearly coated all the glass of the elevator. Puddles of the viscous stuff filled the floor surrounding. You turn your attention to yourself. Your fingers are webbed with the remnants of your manipulations. Your always impressive tits seemed to have taken the brunt of the load. The heavy cream continued to dribble down the sides like icing on a bundt cake, overflowing your little navel as it ran into your pussy. No spot was really uncovered. But the biggest question was..