Cayla woke up with the mother of all hangovers. She had a pounding headache; her vision was blurred, and her mouth tasted like a herd of cattle had grazed in it. And why is this mattress so damn hard?

She rubbed her eyes, waiting for things to come into focus. What the hell did I drink last night? She couldn’t remember just about anything from last night, other than some really cute guy with a really big cock. For some reason, she thought he’d called himself “Eight-ball.”

When she could finally see straight, she realized she was naked, and her questions were answered. The mattress was hard because it wasn’t a mattress. It was the billiards table. And she’d drunk Sauza Commerativo Tequila. She knew that now because the empty bottle was upside down in the side pocket. Turning her head, she saw the other side pocket. It held an empty Cointreau bottle, also upside down.

Shit! Cayla thought to herself. Why did I drink so much? It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Just then, she remembered the sign Stacy had posted. She found it plastered to her right ass cheek.

NO FUCKING ON THE POOL TABLE!! It read in big block letters.

“Shit!” She said it out loud this time, right after she saw the giant cum stain that had soaked its way into the felt tabletop. So much for getting the cleaning deposit back.

It was day four of the Fluff and Fold Girls Spring Break retreat. Stacy had sprung for a huge VRBO house a few steps off of Panama City Beach, and so far, it had been a wild time. Cayla's personal body count was at three… no, wait, Eight-ball made four. But that was modest compared to Jocelyn. She’d lost count after the first dozen.

Cayla got up, wrapped herself in a beach towel, and staggered toward the kitchen, where Eric and the rest of the girls were sitting around the table. Stacy was still sleeping. Michelle greeted her. "How are your corner pockets this morning, Eight-ball? Ready for coffee?"

"Wait, I'M Eight-ball? Then who was at the other end of that gorgeous cock?" Cayla opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of orange juice. “Hair of the dog for me,” she said, filling a glass with juice and a healthy helping of tequila.

“That is such a weird saying,” said Gina. “Where does that even come from?”

“Who knows?” Eric yawned. “As long as it works.” He grabbed the glass from Cayla and took a long slurp before handing it back.

“What time is everyone heading to the Spinnaker?” Jenny asked. The Spinnaker Beach Club was one of the hottest destinations in all of Panama City, especially during Spring Break.

“I think they open at eleven, and the contest starts at three,” Michelle said.

It was the day of the Spinnaker’s annual wet T-shirt contest, and the Fluff and Fold Girls were going to be well represented. Michelle, Gina, and Jocelyn had signed up for the team category. “Aww, crap,” Jocelyn groaned. “I forgot about that! I’m still pretty sore from my airtight session last night!”

Jenny giggled. “I think I’ve created a monster!” Since introducing Jocelyn to the world of gangbanging only two nights before, she’d already gotten in three more rounds of it.

“I need a Jacuzzi day,” the redhead declared. “I’m out.”

“WHAT?” All the other girls gasped.

“You can’t back out!” Michelle cried. “We’re a team! The Powerpuff Girls! Destiny’s Children! Thelma and Louise and… and… Jocelyn! We need you!”

“Sorry, I’m wiped out. I haven't got the energy to shake a single tit. You'll have to find someone else.”

“Don’t look at me!” Cayla said. “I’m, like, the chairman of the Itty Bitty Tittie Committee!”

“I don’t have the goods, either,” Jenny added. “So, what are we gonna do?” They all sat glumly, considering the options.

“Good morning, guys.” Stacy walked into the kitchen, as if on cue. Seeing all eyes turn to her at once, she put up a cautionary finger. “Whatever it is, the answer is no!

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“HOW YOU DOING, SPRING BREAKEEERRRS? THIS IS SLAMMIN’ SAMMY SCOTT WITH B97.3, THE BULL! ARE YOU READY FOR SOME WILD… AND WOOLY… WET… T-SHIRT… ACTIOOON?"

The crowd went insane. There were several thousand hyped up college kids packed shoulder to shoulder around the thirty-foot-long stage set up on the Spinnaker’s parking lot.

Backstage, Stacy was taking one last shot at backing out. “Look at these girls!” she pleaded with Eric, gesturing to all of the big boobed, T-shirt-clad co-eds surrounding them. “I’m at least ten years older than every one of them! I shouldn’t be here!”

“Nonsense, babe!” Eric reassured her. “It’s not about your age; it’s about your tits! And you have the best set I’ve ever seen! Those horny kids are gonna be slipping and sliding all over the parking lot from all the jizz you’re gonna make them spill!”

Michelle chimed in. “We’re a team, Stacy! If there are six more perfect tits in all of Florida, I sure haven’t seen them!”

On stage, Slammin’ Sammy was working the crowd. “LET’S HEAR IT FOR THE LUCKY GUYS WHO HAVE THE HONOR OF BEING OUR BUCKET BRIGADE!” A large group of shirtless male students ran across the stage and threw buckets of water onto the audience. “IT’S A TOUGH JOB, BUT SOMEONE’S GOTTA DO IT! THANKS GUYS!”

The crowd roared their approval. Beers were popped. Bongs were passed. They were ready for the show.

“WE’RE STARTING OUT WITH THE TEAM COMPETITION! THREE LADIES ON EACH TEAM JOIN UP TO REPRESENT THEIR SCHOOLS!” Sammy held up his clipboard as he read. “FIRST UP! WE HAVE THE LOVELY TEAM OF THE HOOSIER HOOTERS!”

Three very pretty and large-busted girls bounced onstage and waved to the crowd.  The volume went up three notches. The girls were all wearing stiletto heels, bikini bottoms, and special Spinnaker T-shirts that had been pre-scored to tear away with just the slightest pull.

Sammy also introduced The Blue Devil Deviants, The Cornhusker Hustlers, and the Wildcat Kittens.  With each new team, the noise increased.

“AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, SAY HELLO TO THE FLUFF AND FOLD GIRLS!!!”

Gina and Michelle each grabbed one of Stacy’s hands and pulled her along on stage.

“ALRIGHT, BUCKET BRIGADE! TIME TO GET TO WORK! LET’S…. GET…. WET!”

The crew came running out and threw their loaded buckets full of water over the Hoosier Hooter girls. The crowd screamed and jumped up and down. “HOO-ZHERS! HOO-ZHERS! HOO-ZHERS!!” they chanted. The large volume meters on each side of the stage climbed with the noise.

The process was repeated for each team, with more chanting from the frenzied crowd. “JUST LOOKING AT WHAT’S POKING THROUGH THOSE SHIRTS, I THINK THAT WATER MUST BE ICE COLD!” shouted Sammy.

Gina turned to her teammates. “Our turn! Let’s win this thing! Tits up!” They all raised their arms over their heads as the buckets found their targets.

The huge splash drenched them, revealing their tits to the crowd. “Holy shit, that’s cold!” Stacy gasped. Her gorgeous breasts were molded by the T-shirt, and her nipples poked through like beacons. All three of the girls jumped up and down to get maximum bouncing of their boobs.

“LOOKS LIKE THE FLUFF AND FOLD GIRLS HAVE SOME EXPERIENCE!” Sammy shouted, walking up to Stacy. “THEY SNUCK IN A FINE-LOOKING MILF FOR YOU!!”

Stacy was mortified, but bravely kept smiling and bouncing. Gina grabbed Slammin’ Sammy’s arm and pulled the microphone in front of her face. She started a new chant. “MILF MAMA! MILF MAMA! MILF MAMA!”

Just as they had at the very beginnings of The Fluff and Fold, the horny college boys ate it up. “MILF MAMA! MILF MAMA!” they roared thunderously.

Sammy pulled the mic back. “CAN THESE GIRLS GET ANY WETTER? LET’S… FIND… OUT!”

The bucket brigade reappeared and dumped fresh buckets on the teams. Eric had slipped into the crowd and started a new chant. “TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!”

The Cornhusker Hustlers were first to respond, running to the edge of the stage and ripping open their shirts. Soon, every woman on the stage was standing at the edge, shaking their exposed tits for the adoring crowd.

Stacy was laughing and having a great time. She took what was left of her shredded T-shirt and swung it around over her head like a rope lariat, then tossed it into the crowd. “Thanks for making me do this!” she told Gina and Michelle. “I feel like I’m back in college again!”

Soon, all of the T-shirts had been thrown to the screaming masses, leaving every contestant completely topless. Gina and Michelle grabbed Stacy’s hands, and they all raised them over their heads. “Fluff and Fold Girls!!” Michelle yelled. “TITS UP!!”

Slammin’ Sammy called all the teams to line up. “OKAY, TIME TO PICK OUR WINNERS!! WE’RE GONNA DECIDE IT BY YOUR APPLAUSE! THE TEAM THAT GETS THE LOUDEST CHEERS TAKES HOME THE PRIZE!!”

He moved over in front of the first team and held up his hand. “LET’S HEAR IT FOR THE BLUE DEVIL DEVIANTS!”

The volume meters jumped to the top of the green section as some people chanted DEE-VEE-ANTS! DEE-VEE-ANTS! DEE-VEE-ANTS!”

Sammy moved from team to team, and the volume meters climbed a little higher each time, with the Cornhusker Hustlers pushing it out of the green and into the yellow level. Finally, Sammy reached the end of the line. “LAST, BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, SHOUT IT OUT FOR THE FLUFF AND FOLD GIRRRLLLSSS!”

The pumped-up audience outdid itself, screaming and hollering as they jumped up and down and body slammed into one another. “MILF MAMA! MILF MAMA! MILF MAMA!

The volume meters pegged into the red section, as high as they could go. “I THINK WE HAVE A WINNER!” Sammy screamed. “YOUR NEW CHAMPIONS! THE WETTEST OF THE WET!! HOW ABOUT THOSE FLUFF... AND... FOLD... GIRRRLLLS!”

Michelle, Gina, and Stacy hugged each other and ran to the edge of the stage with their tits hanging over the crowd, exchanging high fives with the horny boys in front. Slammin’ Sammy presented them with the winner’s trophy, which was a giant set of bronze boobs mounted on a pedestal with a shredded T-shirt hanging off.

Backstage, Eric, Jenny, and Cayla greeted the winners with hugs and laughter. Eric pressed up against her and whispered in Stacy’s ear. “You were the hottest girl on the stage! When I get you back to the house, I’m gonna slide my dick in between those award-winning tits and fuck your brains out!”

Stacy planted a hard kiss on Eric’s mouth. “Too bad there isn’t a ‘hardest cock’ contest, because you feel like a winner to me!”

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Back at the house, the celebration was on. Gina was running around topless, Corona bottle in hand, sticking her tits into the faces of anyone she got close to. “Bow down to the best titties in Florida!” she laughed, playfully.

“Keep those to yourself!” Michelle pushed her away. “You and I were just window dressing for Stacy and her bodacious ta-tas! We owe it all to her!”

Eric tried to play peacemaker. “You were all great. Totally tit-alating!”

“Thank you, Eric,” Michelle said.

“Yes, thank you,” Gina added. “We really owe it to you for convincing Stacy to do it.”

“Well, you’re welcome. All part of my job.”

Jenny got a devious look in her eyes. She grabbed Eric by the belt and started dragging him toward the extracurricular room. “C’mon, ladies! This man doesn’t get nearly enough thanks! It’s time for Eric Appreciation Day!” All of the girls shouted their approval and joined in pushing Eric to the bedroom.

“Leave some for me!” Stacy called after them, laughing.

Once inside, Jenny shoved Eric down sideways onto one of the queen beds, and all the girls stripped off his clothes, and then their own. Michelle and Gina lay down between and next to his legs. Eric was semi-erect and growing fast. “Of all the dicks I’ve sucked at The Fluff and Fold, I can’t believe I’ve never sucked yours!” Michelle said sexily. “That is one beautiful cock!” She slid her lips over the head and swirled her tongue around the rim.

Gina leaned in close to her. “Don’t be selfish!” she smiled. “Share some of that with me!” She nestled in and snaked her tongue out, licking Eric’s testicles, then slowly sucking them into her mouth.

Cayla knew she had to add Eric to her Spring Break body count. She reached down and spread her pussy lips, then climbed up and straddled his face, facing the other girls. Lowering herself to his mouth, she began grinding herself onto his lips and tongue. 

Eric moaned with pleasure. He’d always been turned on by these girls who were such enthusiastic cock suckers, but his professional approach to his job had kept him from taking advantage. Besides, Stacy’s gorgeous body and seemingly insatiable sexual appetite had kept him hard and happy. But damn! he thought. This is fucking mind-blowing!

Meanwhile, Jocelyn and Jenny decided to treat Eric to a show. They arranged themselves on the other bed, where Eric couldn’t miss them, and set up in a 69 position, Jocelyn on top. He had a prime view of Jenny licking Jocelyn’s clit, and Jocelyn’s huge boobs swinging back and forth as she returned the favor.

“Fuck, Jocelyn! That’s amazing!” Eric groaned. “Make Jenny cum!” Jocelyn darted her tongue over Jenny’s clit even harder as Jenny cried and moaned.

As Cayla continued grinding away at his mouth, Gina grabbed Eric’s cock and squeezed her tits around him. “How do you like the feel of these champions?” she whispered fiercely. She slid him up and down into the chasm between them, and Eric groaned with pleasure.

“You girls are fucking amazing!” he moaned. “I fucking love this!”

Over on the other bed, Jenny and Jocelyn were both on the edge of orgasm. “Oh, shit!” Jocelyn screamed. “Lick my clit! Finish me!" Jenny cried out with pleasure as both girls came together, each of them coating the other’s face with their hot juices.

Eric moved Cayla off his face and sat up. “I need to finish that!” he cried, and moved to the other bed. Jocelyn and Jenny swapped positions, so Jenny was now on top. Eric moved in and entered Jenny’s soaking wet cunt from behind. Down beneath them, Jocelyn took Eric’s balls into her mouth and licked them as he fucked Jenny.

“Oh, yeah!” Eric groaned as he felt his balls tightening. He pulled out of Jenny and stuck his cock into Jocelyn’s mouth. After a few strokes, he went back to Jenny, alternating between her pussy and Jocelyn’s mouth.

“OOOH, FUUUCK!” he called. He froze as he pumped a stream of hot cum into Jenny, then pulled out and poured more into Jocelyn’s open mouth. The cum dripped out of Jenny’s pussy, and Jocelyn lapped it up like it was vanilla ice cream.

Collapsing onto the bed, Eric saw the other girls – Gina, Michelle, and Cayla lying on the other bed, chins in hands, watching like it was a Saturday morning cartoon. They laughed and broke into a chant. “ERIC! ERIC! ERIC!”

Across the room, they heard another voice. "Eric! Eric!" Stacy was standing in the doorway, with both hands buried in her pussy. "I came three times just watching you guys," she said in a husky voice.

Still gasping for breath, Eric wore a huge smile. “I guess it’s official,” he grinned. “I’ve been fluffed and folded!”

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As Eric loaded the last of the bags into the Escalade, Jocelyn and Gina slammed the trunk of the Mercedes Roadster. The Wet T-shirt trophy sat in the space between the Roadster's seats for the journey home.

“You guys be careful,” Stacy warned them. "You don’t need to be blowing any more cops between here and home!”

“Aww, you’re no fun!” Gina cried. “Just for that, I’m gonna flash every trucker we see. Maybe we’ll pull into one of those truck stops and blow a few of them, too!”

“Maybe that’s why the truck stops are called Love’s!” Jenny laughed.

Both cars started up and rolled out of the beautiful beach house. It was time to say goodbye to Panama City Beach and Spring Break. But for The Fluff and Fold Girls, more adventures awaited, all through the perspective of a six-inch round hole.