“G.T.” Tracey the “P.T.” get’s Gang-Banged – Day One

Benny, Jerry and Cal were outside the “Princess” bar around 9pm one Friday evening, leaning on a car, chewing the fat and smoking grass, when they noticed some sexy chicks walking thru the carpark, giggling, smiling, chatting, heading for the bar – Cal heard the best looker referred to as “GT” by one of her friends and Tracey by another.

He found out later that the nickname meant Great Tits! By the way they [probably size 38C] strained against the thin cotton fabric of her skimpy boobtube, the nipples protruded in the cool evening air, and they bounced when she walked, her nickname was well earned.

As was another nickname given to her by the guys at college, which they were yet to find out – “ P.T.” which meant Prick Teaser!

Tracey didn’t mean to be a tease as such, she just liked to flirt and, coming from a strict Catholic family, was brought up to be a Virgin when she got married. So she had never done anything but kissing and to repel their wandering hands until they gave up and sought more ‘friendly’ girls to date.

She enjoyed all the attention that her “Great Tits” brought to her, the package being completed by really long sexy legs and a shapely butt, which was barely [ and I DO mean ‘barely’!] covered by a denim micro-skirt. In fact as it flapped when she walked, it revealed tantalising glimpses of her beautifully round arse cheeks, and made it obvious she was either not wearing any underwear or one of those thongs with only a thin strand of material buried in her arse crack.

The 3 horny guys followed them into the bar, where they saw they met up with 3 other girls for what was apparently a ‘hen night’ – basically they were there for some drinks and a good time. This was the most popular hang-out on a Friday for young women in town as there was live music and dancing on till 2 am.

The resident band started their first set as the boys were getting their drinks and the girls were soon on the dance floor – first was Tracey bouncing around, tits giggling, flashes of arse cheeks and crotch as she gyrated around the floor.

Several guys made approaches to the girls during the evening, a couple of them agreeing to dance with guys they obviously liked the look of. Secret liaisons were planned for another time!

But TRACEY was resolute in repelling all advances, preferring to dance with the other girls.

“Look at that teasing bitch,” said Jerry, “ either she’s a Lesbo or she needs to be taught a real man’s lesson.”

“You are SO right, Jerr – I got some of that magic powder just for her!” said Cal, smirking.

So they’d made their plan – Cal would spike her drink, she’d come over dizzy, Benny would call a cab to take her home [which just happened to be driven by his Brother Tom, local taxi operator!] who would take them all back to Jerry’s farmhouse just outside the City Limits, then the fun would begin.

The opportunity came around midnight when Cal saw all the girls were on the dance floor. So he casually walked past their table, spotted Tracey’s cocktail [it had the most greenery and fruit of course!] dropped the powder in as he continued walking so as not to raise suspicion. The powder was completely tasteless and fast-dissolving, so when Tracey got back to the table, slightly inebriated anyway by this time, she was thirsty, didn’t notice anything strange, and downed the half full glass of alcohol and all in one swallow.

“Now, just wait about 3 minutes said Cal.” Benny already had called Tom in his cab, which was waiting outside the bar.

Cal watched for the signs … Tracey went very quiet and wobbled into a seat. “ I need to go home” she slurred to her friend Jacqui, who responded with, “But you were coming to my place for the weekend.”
“Well now,” thought Cal, “how convenient. Her family won’t expect her home until Sunday night. This just got a whole let better!”

On cue, Tom entered the bar calling out, “Cab for Schwartz?”. No-one answered – but Tracey said, “I’ll take it please if I can.” “Sure thing yound lady. Seems like Mr Schwartz already left,” said Tom, guiding her out of the bar and into the back seat of the cab, with the help of friend Jacqui.

“If you’re sure you’ll be OK?” said Jacqui.

“I’ll be fine once I’m in bed” responded Tracey.

“You have no idea how just soooo right you are!” thought Tom as he drove off. Jacqui returned to the bar.

Tom only drove around the back of the carpark, where his brother and 2 buddies were waiting. Jerry got in the front seat and the other 2 got in either side of Tracey in the back and Tom drove off.

“Heyoo fellas” she slurred indignantly, “thisizz MY cab ya know.”

They all laughed and assured her that they were there to make sure that she got her wish of ‘getting into bed’ as soon as possible and, as she liked lots of attention, they promised she’d get plenty of that over the next 48 hours.

“No – this isn’t happening,” she whimpered.

“Fuckin-a” said Benny as he grabbed her by the wrists and pulled here weak arms above hear head, while Cal pulled her boob tube down around her waist, freeing those mighty tits, that bounced as they were set free. She squeeled, “NOOOO.”

Cal cupped her left tit in his hand and started sqeezing the nipple between thumb and forefinger, whilst he took the nipple of her right one into his mouth and began sucking, licking and nibbling on it. She was in shock – nothing like this had ever happened to her, plus the drug on top of the alcohol was now in full effect. She wanted to fight them off, but seemed powerless.

“Your last drink was a little different” said Cal, “ it had a certain ‘added something’ that will make you feel both weak and horny for 24 hours!