Peggy simpered and ran her hands down the front of her cheerleading costume, her large soft tits pushing against the fabric.

"If you get to be a drag, I'll gag you," Leonard said. "Get her to the sofa, over the back!"

He left the room, heading for the stairs.

"Come on," Jock said, and Shauna could hear the excitement in his voice. He and Dennis pushed her toward one of the low-backed, thickly padded sofas.

"Stop this! Stop it, you can't do this to me! Pierre stop them!" she screamed as the two boys held her against the sofa back.

Pierre grinned and sat in a chair. Instantly, Betty curled in his lap, easing her cheerleading skirt up, showing her thighs and the white crotch of her panties.

"You had this coming, bitch," she said to Shauna. "You're gonna learn to fuck like we do."

She opened the top of her blouse, running the buttons down until they were open to below her bra. Her luscious tits pushed out in the lacy white bra. To Shauna's absolute horror, her boyfriend – the pure, honest Pierre – ran his hands over Betty's tits, caressing the mounds in the lacy bra.

"See, that's what men like!" Betty giggled, smiling nastily at Shauna. "And you're gonna learn how to give it to them. Fuck, you might even like it!"

There was a roar of laughter at that Peggy came out of the kitchen with some beers and handed them around as Jock and Dennis pushed the squealing, horrified Shauna down over the sofa back.

"Stop it, no!" Shauna screeched.

The boys held her on the sofa back, her legs on either side of it. Her skirt had ridden up and her panties were showing. She blushed with shame and hid her face in her blonde hair as she struggled against the iron grip the boys had on her.