16 comments/ 247459 views/ 39 favorites One Drunken Night By: Ug John watched her over the top of his drink. She was Christine or Chris as she liked to be called, the best looking woman in the office. This was another after works drink that was supposed to help create a better bonding session in the office, but was in reality a chance to get drunk. Chris was a terrible flirt once she had a few drinks. She would flirt outrageously with the guys but stop short of letting them do anything more than snog her. Once their hands became a little liberal, she would shoot off and either leave or go and sit with the girls, as John found out last time to his bitter disappointment. He pretended to listen to her as he eyed up her long legs and remembered how it felt to slide his hand up the back of her thigh and grasp a handful of that wonderful ass. He wanted that again. He wanted more than that. He wanted to fuck her. John offered to get her another drink, which she happily accepted. On the way to the bar to get her another bottle of white wine, he decided that tonight would be the most ideal time to get into her knickers. Once at the bar, he bought a bottle of wine poured a glass quickly and necked it back. Getting the bar man to fill the glass with hard vodka he poured it back into the bottle and returned to the table. The rest of the girls were getting up to leave; they couldn't really stomach Chris when she got drunk. A few of the men had started to leave too, but 3 of them remained, but were in a heated debate over football. He decided to play tonight cool. "John! I can't drink a whole bottle!" She laughed "I thought you were going to get me just one glass." "Well I've bought it now and I don't touch the stuff" he smiled back. She poured herself a glass and lit a cigarette at the same time. He was worried that she might notice the difference in taste, but the nicotine covered the flavour, and besides as she so often put it 'if its wet and alcohol I'll drink it!' John sat next to her and chatted with her, letting her flirt with him. After she had poured herself another drink, she excused herself and went to the toilet. John went to the bar and ordered a non-alcoholic beer for himself and filled another glass full of vodka. He was slightly worried that the barman might say something, but he just grinned and nodded. He had just finished pouring it into the bottle when she returned and slumped on the bar couch next to him. "God, this is going straight to my head!" she giggled. John and Chris spent the next hour swapping pleasantries and playfully flirting with each other. All the while he kept her glass topped up, and listened to her speech becoming more slurred. Eventually she looked at her watch. "Fuck! Is that the time?" She gasped "My husband is supposed to be waiting up for me. I've got to go!" "I'll walk you to the taxi rank, share a cab with you" John offered As she tried to get to her feet, she fell back down on the couch. "A little help please" She laughed. John acting the gentleman, offered his hand and helped her up. Putting her arm around his shoulder, he held her waist and they both walked out of the bar. It wasn't far to the taxi rank, but with the way Chris was staggering it took longer than expected. All the while she became more drunk as the white wine and vodka took over her system. Whilst waiting in the queue, she turned to him, put her other arm around his shoulders and drunkenly kissed him. He put his arms around her waist and kissed back. Not wanting to spoil what he hoped was to come, he refrained from taking his hands anywhere, just yet. John helped her into the cab, and sat next to her. When she got in her skirt had hitched up, revealing her dark nylon clad thighs and a hint of the soft creamy flesh above the lace. Both he and the taxi driver admired them and the way that her legs were slightly open, showed an inviting flash of red panties. He told the driver his address and they moved on. When they started to approach his street, John leaned over and whispered into Chris's ear. "I think you had better get out with me." "No!" she said waving a drunken finger at him "Not tonight. My husband is waiting for me." "I'll phone you a new cab from my house" "I may be drunk, but I can still say no." She slurred. "Well, this driver keeps on looking in the mirror and watching you" It was at this moment Chris looked up and saw the driver's eyes watching not the road, but her legs. She pulled her skirt down and mumbled some obscenities. "I don't trust him; I want you to be safe!" It worked. She nodded. John helped her out of the cab and paid the driver, whilst Christine slurred words about the driver being a 'fucking pervert'. He opened the front door and half walked and half carried her into the house. John had no reservations about bringing her back here as he lived alone. He quickly turned off the alarm and helped her cross the threshold. Being the gentleman again, he helped her to the large couch, helped her to sit down, lit the fire and poured her a large glass of strong wine. "Excuse me a minute Chris, I'll phone you taxi." He left her sipping her drink in the warmth and picked up the phone. Waiting a while he held an imaginary conversation with a make believe taxi firm before returning to her. "Sorry Chris, they're going to be 45 minutes to an hour. Friday night rush hour for them." Her glass was almost ready to drop from her hand, drained, her eyes, slightly unfocused. John sat next to her and pulled her face towards him. He kissed her, pushing his tongue forcibly past her lips and exploring her mouth, her tongue writhing against his. His hand went down her body and cupped her breast through her dress, before sliding quickly down the top and appreciating the flesh. It was a few minutes before he realized she wasn't responding, or telling him to stop. He leant back and looked at her. Chris was fast asleep. "Chris?" He tapped the sides of her face. "Chris? You awake?" There was no response. His hand moved back inside her dress to her breast, gently stroking her, teasing her to react, but she didn't. He scooped her legs under his hands and lifted her up. No answer, he carried her upstairs and laid her on his bed and drew the curtains. Licking his dry lips, John sat on the side of the bed and put his hand on her thigh. Still half expecting her to sit up and catch him in the act, he cautiously moved his hand up her nylon inner leg. When it reached the bottom of her dress, he paused for a minute. She was dead to the world. He slowly pulled up her skirt, gazing mesmerised at her legs as inch by inch they were revealed. The stocking tops came into view and he quickly had to reach down to unfasten his pants just to relieve some of the strain. With a final sharp tug, the bottom of the dress was yanked up around her waist, exposing a satin pair of red panties to him. He checked her expression but there was no change. Reaching up he pulled the shoulder of her dress down her arms, exposing her tanned breasts for his pleasure. Moving his hand to her breast but watching her face, he gently squeezed the flesh. With no response he teased the nipple, and although it became quickly erect, her face didn't change. He leaned his mouth down and watched her eyes for even the slightest flicker. Nothing. He drew it into his mouth, and closed his eyes to savor its texture and taste. John slid his hand down her body and across her belly, a b-line to her pussy. His fingers easily lifted the front of her panties and continued down. He could feel her thick pubic hair between his finger tips before further exploration gave him what he was looking for. Carefully he stroked her damp slit, running a finger up and down its length. He felt her clit and teased it, his eyes scanning her expression for a change. Not seeing one, his fingers opened her slightly and pushed gently in. She moaned and turned her head to the side. John paused for an eternity, his fingers still inside her. It was now or never. John pulled his fingers out and softly pulled the panties down her thighs, and off her toned legs. Getting off the bed he rapidly undressed and took in the scenery of her uncovered body. He got back on the bed and spread her stocking legs and lay softly on top of her. With his hand between their bodies, he spread her cunt and positioned himself. Bit by bit he started to enter her. A slightly harder push and the head of his dick entered her. Again she groaned and John remained immobile. After a moment, his wrists and forearms aching, he pressed in again. This time when she moaned, he pushed in again. He prayed she wasn't for waking. Soon his whole dick was inside the little tease, and he still wanted more. A little less carefully than before, he lifted her leg up and onto his shoulder, before repeating the same with the other. He pushed in once more, his dick sliding in further. Chris's eyes opened, and looked at him directly. She had a look of shock and fear on her face. John pushed in again, hoping she wouldn't stop him now. "Tony, stop!" she mumbled She thought John was Tony, her husband, so he thrust his dick in again. She shook her head. Pushing her ankles further back against her body, he pushed himself in again, his balls grinding against her pussy entrance. She closed her eyes and chewed her bottom lip, before struggling to re-open her eyes. She looked at him again, puzzled and confused, this time recognizing who the man above her was "John? What are you doing?" John didn't speak but let his body answer. He pulled out and slowly pushed his entire length in, letting her feel every ridge and vein on his swollen manhood. Every time she went to speak, John pushed in, sinking his hardened meat deep inside her body. She gave up and gripped the bed sheets to stop herself from sliding up the bed. It wasn't long before she started moaning and closed her eyes again. Shaking her head from side to side as John leisurely fucked her firm body. He pulled back and drove his whole length in again. This is what he had wanted to do since she had joined his department. He started fucking her vehemently, not caring of her body, but of his own bodies needs. She started panting deeply, "John, please we shouldn't be doing this!" Holding her by the ankles, he hammered in again and again, raping her drunken little hole. "Oh God, John, Please, please stop!" He rubbed his cheek against her stocking leg, lost in the moment, giving a little playful bite of her calf. Her eyes became fixed, the pupils gazing up not into his face but at the ceiling, lost at some imaginary plain, her breathing coming in short hard bursts. John didn't care, tonight Christine was his. Twisting his hips against her, he could feel her cervix trying to prevent him from moving in further. She started to make a whining noise, her eyes fully open, rolling back into their sockets. He held himself inside, writhing against it, trying to find its opening, its weakness. Christine's panting and whining came together in a single cry "OH GOD I'M CUMMING" With a sudden yelp, she clamped her cunt hard around his cock, her body trembling underneath his. He held himself tight inside, and with a sudden drive, the end of his dick entered her innermost temple. Chris's head collapsed back on the bed from exhaustion and, her breath coming in heavy gasps, oblivious now to the situation she was in. He didn't want to leave this place without leaving his mark. With little thrusts, he kept himself deeply impaled inside her. He didn't know if she was on the pill or anything, all he knew was that this was his time. The tight squeeze of the entrance on his dick carried him quickly to climax, and with a gasp he began to pump his semen into her womb. Slowly pushing his hips, he took advantage of her and poured out every drop from his balls. He hadn't cum so hard for many a year, and with a final intake of breath, he collapsed onto her tranquil body. He got off her body and decided that the best course of action is to get her out of his bed, dressed and get her either back on the couch or in a taxi home. Reaching down he pulled the shoulder slips back up her arms, and pushed her soft breasts back into position. God, they felt nice. He grabbed her discarded knickers and pulled her legs off the bed. Pulling the panties quickly up her legs, they snagged on the bed. Why was he rushing? She hadn't come to yet. He flipped her over and started to bring the back of her panties up. He paused. He shouldn't have, but he paused. Here was a tempting site. His dick was quickly hardening at the prospect of taking her from behind. She hadn't stirred, why would she now? His hand moved between her thighs and spread her swollen pussy lips. She was soaked inside. How much was his, or hers he couldn't tell. He couldn't help himself. He grabbed his semi-hard dick and rubbed across her backside and tops of her thighs. The sensations from her skin and the lace from her stockings had him hard in no-time. With one hard shove, he soon found himself roughly fucking her compliant body from behind. She started moaning again, nothing major, just his name over and over again. He gripped her garter belt she was wearing and rode her for all she was worth. His forearm snaked underneath her, lifting her behind higher, allowing him to sink in deeper, harder, and rougher. Her cries of 'Oh John' changed to small grunts as fucked her swollen pussy lips. Shit, he shouldn't be doing this, a small part of his mind repeated over and over again, but it was drowned out by a voice screaming for him to cum in the little slut again. He obeyed. This time when he came, she murmured pleasantly and softy, her head caressing the covers of his bed. Christine awoke the next morning, her head pounding like road works. She glanced around the place, trying to figure out where she was. Her eyes glanced above her and at walls and ceiling that were not her own. She couldn't remember anything from last night. She lifted her head from the bed and tried to make out the rest of her surroundings. She found John asleep next to her, all his clothes at some point in the night, discarded. Her eyes traveled to his crotch, and she felt her stomach dropping. What had she been doing? She looked down at herself, Her top was pulled down, breasts exposed with little love bites all over them, her skirt was hitched up high above her thighs, showing off a pair of laddered stockings, the lace tops discolored and stained... She tried desperately to try and figure out what had happened without thinking of the obvious, but her memory returned nothing but blanks. Had she been that drunk? She got herself up to pull her dress down. Her legs didn't feel quite right. Oh please tell me I didn't, she thought to herself. Chris put her hand under her skirt and found her hand soaked, her pubic hair matted with cum, her panties removed and lost. Quickly rearranging her clothing, she sneaked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. God knows what she was to tell her husband, but last night defiantly did NOT happen. Silently opening the front door, she disappeared into the morning. John opened his eyes and grinned. It had been a great fuck and he didn't even have to make her breakfast in the morning. One Drunken Night My friend Melissa was coming over to stay at my apartment tonight to have a few drinks and watch a few videos. Nothing special, just two girls hanging out on a Friday night, relaxing. I had just taken a shower and had stepped out into the bedroom to lotion my body. My nipples tingled with pleasure as I swirled lotion all around my breasts. I sat down to do my legs, and looked across at a picture of Melissa and I on my nightstand. We were hugging each other and smiling. She had her long blond hair hanging down over her shoulders and her killer smile going on. We both were dressed up that night, in tight fitting but nice dresses as we were at a nice bar. Although I have nice sized perky breasts, Melissa's breasts are huge, and we both were showing a lot of cleavage in this particular picture, arm around each others necks, bending over laughing. Good times. The phone suddenly rang, and woke me up from my thoughts. I put the lotion down, and tightened my bath towel around my body as I answered the phone. "Hello?" I said slowly. "Hey Lisa!" I heard a familiar voice say. It was Melissa. "What's going on?" she continued. "Am I still bringing some wine over?" "Yeah." I replied. " We may as well have some variety, all I have are some wine coolers." "Alright then." Melissa said. "By the way, I just bought a new white skirt and a new top to match it today at the mall, and I need your opinion on it!" she laughed. "Oh boy" I sighed sarcastically. "Not another piece of clothing I have to rate on your cute, tight body!" That made Melissa laugh again. Forty minutes later Melissa walked through my door with her new, sassy white skirt and shapely legs, and a bottle of wine. "Whats up stranger?" I joked as I hugged her. I couldn't help but feel her breasts crush against mine as we hugged briefly. Melissa smiled. She stood there for a moment, hesitating. "What is it?" I asked. "Well," she started. "I was just wondering if I could stay the night tonight, my stupid cat got fleas, and they are all in my apartment, and its being bombed!" Her blue eyes showing anguish. "Of course you can!" I replied as I took the bottle of wine from her and proceeded to get some glasses. Melissa sauntered over to the kitchen behind me and took a glass from me. "Well?" she asked. "What do you think?" as she took a swig from my wine glass and spun slowly around. "Aye, what a hot Senorita!" I joked, as I smacked her ass. As usual, it was a plump yet tight cheek I hit. Her response was to smile. "Its short, but I like it" I said. She smiled again and said "Lets go watch that movie." It seemed another hour went by and we had finished the bottle of wine and were working on the wine coolers that I had from a previous occasion. We were quite drunk by that point. All of a sudden my phone vibrated and rang on my table. It was Joe. He wanted to come over. I was feeling rather horny too, but I didn't think having Melissa over, and having a quick booty call would mix. But Melissa didn't mind if he came over, she said. She had met Joe before, and she thought he was a cool guy. So I told him to come on over. "Make sure to bring some beer!" I told him. Another half hour went by, and Melissa and I had finished off all of my wine coolers. We were laughing and joking, at old times and old friends, sitting at my kitchen table. I noticed Melissa had no bra on for the first time. Her big nipples were poking through her designer top, as they rubbed up and down from us laughing. "Melissa!" I slurred, quite drunkenly by now. "Your nips are showing!" She looked down and laughed hysterically. "Oh my gosh they are, quickly give me a shirt!" she slurred back. I went into my room and grabbed a white button down shirt, that she threw over herself just in time as there was a knock at my door. I jumped up from my seat,and felt a slight elevation in my heartbeat, and a small, warm tingle in my crotch. I opened my door and was greeted by Joe. Joe was holding a case of beer and smiled a greeting. He walked in and set the case down next to the door and said "Hey beautiful!" and we hugged. I said into his ear "Do you remember my friend Melissa, from last summer?"b He looked down at her and studied her for a second and smiled. "Oh yeah!" he replied. "I remember!" as his eyes fleetingly scanned her body. "Hey Melissa, how are you doing?" as she stood up to greet him. Melissa smiled, but before she could respond, Joe cut her off and turned to me. "Listen!" he started. "I have a couple of buddies in my truck and was wondering if they could come up!" His eyes looked into mine. "Do I know them?" I asked. "No." he started, "But they are cool guys from the bar, real easy going, and they have booze!" exclaimed Joe. I looked at Melissa, who shrugged her shoulders at me. "Fine." I said. "If you say they are okay, then I'll let them in, but you guys can't be too loud in here!" I pleaded. "Of course, of course!" Joe replied. "Let me go and get them." I noticed Joe stumble a few steps going down the stairs. I smiled to myself. Joe was hot, and I was needing some pleasure. I wondered what kind of night we were in store for with Joe and his friends, who knows maybe his friends would be cute! I walked over to the case of beer that Joe had brought in. I picked it up and walked it over to the kitchen, pulling out two cans for Melissa and myself. I walked back over to Melissa and handed her a can as I sat down and cracked mine open. "Melissa, slow down!" I laughed as I watched her gulp the beer down. Melissa looked at me and smiled. "I know what i'm doing!" she laughed. Soon we heard footsteps coming back up the hallway. There was another knock at my door as I was already waiting to open it. I heard hushed talk and laughter, then Joe telling whoever he was with, to be quiet. I opened the door and there was Joe with two men, who were holding bottles in brown paper bags. "Hey what's up?" I greeted them with a smile, as they filed in. I studied each of their faces as they walked in. Both men looked quite disheveled. They were both grinning at me and checking out my body as they walked in. I rolled my eyes to myself as I shut the door and went into the kitchen. The men filed in there and sat down at the table. Joe introduced his friends as Pete and Jay. Jay was kind of ratty looking and was tall and skinny. Pete was tall as well, and kind of chubby. But besides their looks, both were quite friendly and social. Pete looked around at us and waved his hand and said "Do you girls like liquor?" I heard Melissa turn the television off and I turned my head to watch her, as she got up from my sofa. She made her way to the kitchen, her big breasts slightly bouncing in her tight shirt. All the men were watching her with intent as she sat down at the table with us and said "What kind do you have?" I noticed that her words were slightly more slurred then before. "Well, its Tequila" explained Pete. "But its the expensive stuff, not cheap at all." He shook his head. "Sure, i'll have some, why not?" Melissa laughed. Soon we were playing a drinking game. We were all laughing and having a good time. I noticed that Pete and Jay would often steal glances at Melissa's legs, or breasts when they were talking to her and when she would laugh, or look away. I noticed them checking me out too, but not so much, as they must have thought that I was Joe's girlfriend or something. "Wow, it's so hot in here!" Melissa said out of the blue. She stood up and took off the shirt that I had borrowed her, and hung it on the chair she was sitting on. Pete looked up, and for a moment, his eyes studied Melissa's breasts, I saw his eyes dart from each breast, then watched as his gaze dropped to her skirt, where the hem met her thighs. He shot a look over at Jay and smiled. Jay was checking her ass out too, as she was innocently stretching, now that she was standing. She didn't notice their eyes, but I did, as I pretended to be paying attention to my drink. Joe excused himself to use the bathroom, which left just us girls, and the two strange guys sitting at the table. They both were quite drunk, laughing at some joke. Suddenly, Melissa put her head down on the table and proclaimed that the world was "spinning". "I told you!" I laughed as she moaned and laughed as well. She got up and walked over to the couch and lay down on her side and turned the television on. Jay and Pete stared at her legs and ass longingly, not caring that I was in their presence. Joe came back and sat down next to me. The guys started cracking open more beers as we played cards. We were laughing and having a good time. It was about two in the morning, when I got up and stretched. Joe smacked my ass and smiled. Jay and Pete laughed. "Cut it out!" I said tiredly, and smiled. I walked over to the couch and saw that Melissa was passed out. "Melissa." I whispered softly. No response. I whispered in her ear "Melissa honey, wake up." But still, I got no response from her. I stood up and sighed to myself. She was such a heavy sleeper! Suddenly, Joe materialized, hugging me from behind, caressing my ass through my shorts. His lips nibbled on my ear. This was turning me on. I felt his fingers brush on my crotch, before grabbing at my hips again. "Lets go to the bedroom" he whispered in my ear to me. I turned around and stared up at him. He looked down at me and smiled that sexy smile. I looked over to my kitchen table and saw that Pete and Jay were still playing cards together, drinking beers, and smoking cigarettes. "What about her?" I motioned to Melissa who was passed out on my couch, her new white skirt riding up her legs to where the bottom of her ass cheeks were starting to show. Joe looked down at her motionless body, and shrugged his shoulders. "What about her?" he replied, as he grabbed my nipple through my shirt and tweaked it. Now, under normal circumstances, I wouldn't let some strange guys I just met, hang out in my apartment, especially with one of my girlfriends passed out in the same room, and myself going to sleep in another! I didn't think anything would happen, but I knew that Pete and Jay had watched me try and wake Melissa up, and that she was stone cold passed out. Joe was still holding onto me, caressing my ass slightly, while these thoughts flew through my head. I turned towards him and put my hand on his crotch and rubbed up and down on it, using his body to block the view of the guys at the table. He smiled, and I smiled and nodded slightly."Hey guys!" I said, as Joe headed to my bedroom. "I'm going to bed, drinks are in the fridge, bathroom is down the hallway, and the television is on, but try not to wake up my friend Melissa, okay?" I added. Pete and Jay looked at each other slowly, as if confused, then both said "Okay." as they went back to playing cards. My pussy was very moist now, I could feel my breasts getting more sensitive. I needed some stiff hard cock. I turned to walk down my hallway, noting that Melissa hadn't moved at all. I walked into my bedroom and shut the door. Joe was laying there in my bed passed out, and snoring slightly. I stood there for a second, not believing what I saw. I shook my head, and sighed. I couldn't believe he was passed out already! Joe let out another small snore. I crept into bed with him and turned my television on. I lay there, and pushed Joe in his back. "Wake up!" I whispered hotly. He didn't budge. I sighed to myself. I flipped through some channels as I lay there in bed. I began thinking to myself if it was such a good idea to leave my friend passed out in such an vulnerable state. I was thinking these thoughts when I must have passed out. I woke up to my television showing an infomercial about kitchen knives. "Sharp enough to cut through a steel pipe, yet durable enough that it stay sharp!" the infomercial blared loudly. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Joe was still passed out beside me sleeping. I looked down at my digital clock which read a little after three in the morning. It was then I thought I heard a noise. I turned the volume down on my television. There it was again! It was people whispering! I couldn't make out what was being said. My heart was thumping in my chest. My pussy throbbed slightly from being aroused all night. I shut my television off and slid silently out of bed. Joe slept on, an occasional snore slipping from him. I slowly crept to my bedroom door and opened it ever so softly, the blood rushing to my ears in the darkness. There were people definitely whispering to each other in excited, hushed tones. My heart was pounding now, I couldn't see anything, as I was around the corner, but I could hear the whispers a lot better. I could actually make out some words. They belonged to Pete and Jay. The television in my living room was turned off, as were the kitchen lights. I had some plug in wall lights, that cast a dim glow in the darkness throughout my apartment, otherwise, all else was covered in darkness. I heard more whispering then hushed laughter as I tiptoed, then crawled on my knees to the corner that led into my living room. I ever so slowly peeked one eye around the corner. My eyes, having grown somewhat accustomed to the darkness, could make out some figures that seemed to flow together. Pete, the fatter of the two men, seemed to be at the head of my sofa where Melissa was resting her head. He seemed to be kneeling, holding her wrists down from behind, each wrist was held by the sides of her head. The other guy, Jay, was positioned by her legs, kneeling close to them, his arms swaying back and forth. My heart was in my throat now, beating madly away. I felt what what have been adrenaline pulsing through my body. I was trembling! What is more though, is that I have never been so turned on before in all my life! I instinctively started rubbing my pussy through my shorts. I felt instant pleasure on my slit, the motion was driving me crazy. I steadied myself with my other hand, and continued to watch, and rub my pussy. Jay, the skinny, tall guy, was swaying because, he was running his hands back and forth along Melissa's upper thighs, his fingers seemingly rubbing over her panties. All of a sudden I heard Melissa mumble "Stop, please." It was very slurred and quiet. Jay laughed a quiet laugh and said something to Pete. Pete put a large hand over Melissa's mouth, and held her wrists with the other hand. My eyes were fully accustomed to the dark now, the little plug in the wall light was more then enough for me to see the three figures. I continued to rub my pussy, which was dripping by now, I couldn't believe it. I was scared that they would hear my labored breathing. I watched Jay pull her panties to the side, and seemed to smell her pussy, and then lick it. Melissa moaned softly. His head seemed to nod up and down at her crotch as he held her knee to the side with one hand and kept her panties pushed to the side with the other. Jay laughed, and said something like "Tastes like strawberries!" in hushed excited tones. Pete grunted a small laugh, and quickly grabbed at her large breasts with one hand before he resumed holding his hand over her mouth. Melissa was so out of it I could tell. Her pleas of stop and help had no conviction in them. Jay was now on the couch with her. I watched him push her short white skirt up over her belly again, and continued to lick her pussy. . I could tell he was really enjoying himself, because he was making some loud slurping noises. Melissa didn't seem to be struggling as much, and I saw Pete let his hands fall away from her wrists and mouth, as he pulled her shirt up over her breasts. Jay continued to lick and slurp on her pussy up and down, while Pete laughed quietly, and said something like "No bra!" Jay looked up from her pussy, and smiled at Pete and said something I couldn't hear. I could see Melissa's eyes were closed, but I didn't know if she was still awake, or passed out again. All of a sudden Jay looked up at Pete, and whispered excitedly "I'm going to fuck this bitch right now!" Pete whispered back to him "Hell yeah, do it man!" I heard Melissa moan slightly as I saw her head turn slowly back up, her long blond hair hanging over the sides of the couch. I couldn't see if her eyes were open or closed, as she started to struggle limply again. Pete, the chubby guy, was was still kneeling at her head from behind, and had both of her breasts in each hand. I watched as he traced his tongue on her ear lobes, while he seemingly juggled both of her breasts. He was tweaking her nipples, rubbing them thoroughly. Melissa must have been awake at this particular moment because she began letting out small "No's" and moans, but they paid no attention, Jay kept licking her pussy, and now had a finger or two in there, and Pete was whispering in her ear, licking her face and ears in an up and down motion. Her pleas for them to stop only seemed to excite them further. "Hell yeah man!" Pete whispered excitedly again to Jay as Jay stood up and began to fumble with the buckle to his pants. Pete resumed his hold on Melissa's wrists and a hand on her mouth once more. I watched Jay pull his belt off, and throw it away to the floor. He began to unzip and pull his pants down while he stared down at Melissa's body. Her large breasts were hanging out of her shirt, which had been pulled up. They were like big ivory orbs glowing in the darkness, her areolas were seemingly big as well, two large dark spots on each breast. "Stick it in her, hurry man!" I heard Pete say again in an excited whisper. I could hear Jay breathing in short excited breaths as he couldn't get his pants off fast enough. My legs and the arm that I was using to steady myself with, were suddenly feeling like they were about to give out on me. I had been sitting in quite an uncomfortable position, while I was rubbing my pussy with one hand and steadying myself with the other for quite awhile now, I felt like I had to shift weight. I looked up again and saw that Pete was still holding Melissa's wrists, and that Jay had his pants off, and was now kneeling between her long tan legs that he had pushed open. I could see that her panties were still on because I saw the little white strings hugging her hips. Joe reached down I assumed, to to expose her pussy to him. Melissa moaned softly. As I looked at her face, she whimpered again, something like, "No, stop!" and shook her head slowly, but once again it was so slight, so quiet, she might as well not have said anything at all. Jay seemed to pay no attention to her, a low deep moan of pleasure erupted from him as I watched him rub his cock up and down on her pussy. He grunted with pleasure and looked up and smiled to Pete. Pete smiled back to him and nodded. Well, now seemed like a good time to shift my leg, as I couldn't stay in the same position any longer. So I tried half standing on it. It was a bad decision as I forgot my hallway creaks in certain areas, when you walk on them. I had just shifted my weight and made it creak! Instantly, I poked my head back around the corner, so they couldn't see me! I heard silence. No whispering, no movement, nothing. My heart dropped again. I dared not move, and I dared not peak around the corner. I wait in the same position for what seemed like an eternity. A feeling of relief swept over me when I heard hushed whispering again. I dared not poke my head around the corner again, for fear of being seen! I sit there in my hallway,in the darkness, with still, a sensitive wet pussy. So I sit there and just listen. Then I hear it. I heard what had to be Jay fucking my friend Melissa. I heard him tell Pete "It's good pussy man!" I hear Pete whisper back something excitedly, but I couldn't make it out. Jay moaned "Oh, God." or something like that. I presumed that he was really enjoying my friends pussy. I could hear him moving, thrusting in and out of her slowly and wetly, while he moaned. Melissa on the other hand, was awake and still protesting with small pleas and moans of her own! One Drunken Night I couldn't believe this was happening, but at the same time, this was the hottest thing I have ever masturbated to! I stuck a hand down my shorts again, and massaged my clitoris, which seemed to swell with each contact of my fingers. I was very close to orgasm. Out of nowhere, I suddenly heard my sofa knocking into my wall, with what could only be Jay thrusting his cock into Melissa with more force. I heard Pete whispering urgently, telling him to quiet down a little. I heard Jay slow his pace down, his thrusts became controlled and his grunting became momentarily quieted. I was frantically working on my clitoris now, out of sight of what was happening, but still able to hear almost every detail. I could hear the sofa hitting my wall again as Jay was fucking Melissa's pussy hard and with force again. I could tell he was getting close to shooting his load because he started to grunt deeply with each thrust, I heard Pete urging him on, whispering to him "Empty your cock juice in her man, hurry!" Out of sight, I heard Jay say "Oh God, here it comes!". I heard a stream of incoherent words and some more grunting come from him, as I assumed he was filling her up with his hot load. He must have shot off a lot, as his orgasm was long. At that moment, I had one of the most intensive orgasms I have ever had. While Jay was presumably getting himself together, I could hear Pete whisper "My turn!" I could hear them both start to stand up. I had to stop this! I quickly and quietly stood up and walked back to my bedroom. A wave of dizziness hit me from my intense orgasm, and all of the alcohol I had consumed. Then, in an obvious manner, I opened my bedroom door and pretended I was walking out to use the bathroom. I walked down my hallway to my bathroom, ignoring the living room completely, went in and shut my bathroom door and turned on the lights. My bathroom fans kicked in as I put my ear to the door and heard Pete and Jay scrambling around in my living room, I would guess, putting their clothes on. One minute later, I heard my apartment door creak open, then slam shut. I opened my bathroom door slowly, and peeked out. My eyes were messed up, not being accustomed to the sudden bright lights of the bathroom. "Hello?" I said meekly into the darkness. I walked slowly into my dark living room. Melissa was seemingly passed out again, her clothes pushed hurriedly back into place. I sat down on the sofa, by her feet, as she was sprawled out on her stomach. One leg was hanging over the side of the sofa, so I put her legs back up in a comfortable position. Her white skirt had been pushed hurriedly back up her hips, and her shirt was laying open, her huge breasts half hanging out of her shirt. Melissa continued to breath heavily through her mouth as I stuck each of her huge breasts back into place and carefully buttoned her shirt up. My attention then went to her skirt. I noticed that her pussy lips were poking out of the side, as the guys hadn't pushed her panties properly back into place! I slowly, and carefully grabbed the edge of the material that was supposed to cover the pussy lips, and pulled it back into place. My fingers felt her coarse, shaved pubic hair brushing against them as I tugged on the material, which was soaked with what had to be semen. I smoothed her shirt and skirt out, and threw a blanket on her for good measure. I was still horny, so I went to bed and pulled Joe's pants down while he was still sleeping. I put his soft cock head in my mouth and a hand on the shaft, and started to slowly suck and pump his cock. He responded with a moan and woke up. I pushed him back down with one of my hands as my other hand went and started to massage his balls. He moaned again and put his hands behind his head. The hand I used to push him back down on the bed with, I now used to play with my pussy, which was wet again. My clitoris was swollen again, so I rubbed on it with furious strokes. Pleasure ran through my body as I bobbed and licked on Joe's shaft. I could feel the veiny ridges as I ran my tongue up and down on it. His cock was twitching and pulsating in my mouth as I sucked and stuck it in my cheek. My other hand was still caressing and rolling his balls softly in my palm. I tasted pre cum oozing from his swollen tip, and knew he was soon going to shoot his load off. I worked faster now, licking and slurping on the tip, using my left hand to pump his cock and play with his balls, my right hand to masturbate myself with. All of a sudden, I heard him moan " Ahhh, I'm coming!" I felt his cock twitch violently in my mouth as a hot load shot out and hit the back of my throat. Just as Joe started shooting his creamy load into my mouth, I started to orgasm again! Thinking about my friend getting fucked on the couch was so hot to me! Joe's second and third load shot down my throat with as much force as the first, and I choked on it. Joe's cock then shot out of my mouth, as I was couldn't handle all of the thick load. He grabbed his cock and proceeded to paint my face with his man goo. I rubbed his cock all over my face, and pop the head in and out of my mouth as I stared up at him, his orgasm finally subsided. "Well, that was fucking hot!" he sighed. "You have no idea!" I replied. One Drunken Night "That's a wrap!" The producer yelled out. Maria Menounos had just finished interviewing Olivia Wilde for her show "Extra". Olivia was promoting a new movie she had coming out and was wrapping up a vigorous media tour. This had been her thirtieth and final interview in the past week. She was happy to end it; especially with her friend Maria. The two women had met several years before when Olivia was on "The O.C." and Maria was working for "Entertainment Tonight." Their first interview had technical issues, so they spent a few good hours chatting and sharing stories. They instantly became great friends. Olivia's team had purposely scheduled this interview to end the tour to ensure that she would have a fun time at the end of a very un-fun time. As the camera and production crews were packing their equipment, Olivia sat down on the couch next to Maria. "Hey." She said with a smile. "Do you have any plans for tonight?" "Not that I can think of, why?" Maria asked. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come over for a few drinks and, I don't know just hang out." "Absolutely, sounds like fun. I just have to finish up here for a couple of hours and then I'll head over." They both smiled before getting up from the couch. Maria went into her office as Olivia left the studio and returned to her car. -- Later that night, around 8:00, Maria pulled her Prius into Olivia's driveway. She knocked on the door and was quickly met by her friend, who was holding a Molson Canadian beer. "Hey Maria, come on in and have a drink." She handed her the beer and closed the door behind them. The two women walked into the living room and sat down on the large couch in the corner. Olivia watched on as Maria quickly inhaled the entire beer. Within fifteen seconds, the full bottle was reduced to a small amount of foam resting at the bottom. "Someone was thirsty." Olivia commented. "Damn right. Work has been so fucking stressful lately. The new producer is a nagging bitch and she's had me flying across the country over and over again for the last month. I know you haven't had any rest in a week but I haven't had any in a friggin month. I just want to sit back and enjoy myself tonight." "Wow Maria, I guess I'll have to get you another beer then." Olivia got up and started to head out of the room. "Wait!" Maria stopped her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her keys. "Put these somewhere out of my sight, I won't be in any condition to drive home tonight." She tossed her the keys. Olivia returned as short time later with three beers in her arms. She handed Maria one before cracking one open for herself. Both women threw their heads back and poured the alcohol down their throats. It quickly turned into a chugging contest. By two seconds, Maria finished her drink first and yelled out, "Beat ya!" Olivia almost spit her beer out in. "The way this is going I might as well just dump all the beer in a cooler and bring it in here. Come on, you can help me." The two women walked to the kitchen. Maria began taking all of the beer from the refrigerator while Olivia retrieved the large cooler from a closet. Once she found it, she got several bags of ice from her freezer and dumped them into the cooler. Maria quickly followed by placing the drinks inside before shutting the lid. Each woman took a handle and slowly moved it into the living room. Maria was already beginning to feel a bit buzzed as they returned. Olivia grabbed another beer as Maria made her way to the bathroom. By the time she returned, two freshly empty beer bottles were now on the floor. She looked at Olivia who was already half way through her fourth drink of the night. "Looks like I'm not the only one who wants to get trashed." Maria grabbed another one and sat next to her. The two girls were no longer chugging the beers but just casually drinking them. They started drinking at 8:00; by 8:45 they were pretty buzzed; by 9:30 they were pretty drunk; and by 10:20 they were trashed. What started as a quiet night of drinking had turned into a two person party. The music was blasting as the girls took turns dancing and trying to sing along. Their solo karaoke turned to a duet when ABBA's "Dancing Queen" began playing. The women stood facing each other, looking into each other's bloodshot eyes and sang the lyrics loudly with beers in hand. When the song ended, they hugged each other and laughed. Maria was quickly reminded just how much alcohol limits a person's ability to stay balanced. With her arm around Olivia's shoulder, she lost balance and fell onto the soft carpeting. Olivia was able to keep her own balance, but her beer was not as lucky. It didn't spill on the floor or onto Olivia, instead the flood of liquid landed right down Maria's tank top. "Cold, cold, cold, that's fucking cold!" She yelled out in a drunken slur. "Are you okay?" Olivia asked as she fought to restrain her laughter. "Get me paper towels, quick!" She yelled as Olivia started to walk, or stammer, to the kitchen. Needing a quick relief, Maria pulled her soaked red shirt off over her head and tossed it on the floor. "Damn it, that was a full beer too!" Olivia returned with a roll of paper towels and was surprised to see her friend without her shirt on. "Black bra, I like it." She giggled as she pulled several sheets of paper towel and pretended to hand them to her before pulling them back. She kept doing this until Maria laughed. "What's the matter Maria; do you want the paper towel?" "Yes, give them to me!" "Ask nicely." She put the sheets behind her back. "Can I have them please?" "You can do better than that." Maria instantly got a sad look on her face. "Please Olivia, may I please have the paper towels so I can clean the beer off of me." Olivia walked up to Maria and instead of handing her the towels; she began patting her body with them. She was confused as to why Olivia was cleaning the beer off but didn't mind. At the moment, she just wanted to be dry. Her friend cleaned all that she could before looking her in the eyes. "If you want to be completely clean, then the bra has to go." Maria, in her drunken state, had no problem unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. "You have pretty nice titties." Olivia said as she used the paper towel on them. Maria loved the feel of the damp sheet rubbing against her nipples, which were already pretty hard from the ice cold beer that rested in the bra. She was a little disappointed when Olivia stopped. "All clean!" She giggled. "Thank you but what am I gonna wear now?" Maria was swaying back and forth as the alcohol was consuming her. "You can wear one of my shirts, come on." She grabbed Maria by the hand and walked her upstairs. When they reached the bedroom, the topless woman had to sit down as the room was starting to spin. Olivia started roaming through her closet. Maria became confused as she saw her start to pull her shirt off. Before she could say anything, her purple t-shirt was on the ground and was quickly followed by her white bra. "Olivia, why are you...you getting undressed?" Maria slurred as she asked the question. "I was tired of wearing my bra." She grabbed two t-shirts and exited the closet. However, instead of handing Maria a shirt, she went into her drawers and pulled out a pair of sweatpants. She tossed her the shirt, which she quickly threw on. As she pulled her head through the shirt, Olivia had started unzipping her jeans. "Olivia, you know I'm still in here right?" "Duh, I'm drunk not dumb. We're good enough friends that we can change in front of each other. Or are you embarrassed about seeing my pussy?" Maria was not expecting this. "I...I...I guess..." Olivia walked up to her. "Aww Maria, you are embarrassed. Does my pussy make you uncomfortable?" She dropped her pants and lowered her panties. "Huh, does this make you uncomfortable?" Maria tried to keep her eyes up at her face but couldn't look away from the clean shaven pussy that was inches from her. "No, no I'm not embarrassed." It was hard to tell at this point if it was Maria talking or the alcohol. "Really? If you're not embarrassed then show me yours." She said as she stepped out of the pile of clothes at her ankles. Maria looked around nervously as she looked at the fully nude figure in front of her. "I don't have all day, take your pants off." She lowered her hands to the zipper on her jeans but froze before she could do anything. "Fuck this!" Olivia said as she knelt down in front of her. She pushed her hands out of the way and took matters into her own. Her drunkenness caused some immediate difficulty in removing the pants, but she quickly got a hold of the situation and yanked the jeans down. Her thumbs made their way into her waistbands and pulled her panties down to the ground. "Looks like you haven't shaved in about a week." She ran a finger through the soft patch of hair of her friend's pussy. "Olivia, we shouldn't be doing this...it isn't right." Olivia stared up at her with her bloodshot blue eyes. "If it's so wrong, how could it feel so good?" Before Maria could ask what she meant, she lightly rubbed on her clit. She almost jumped out of her skin after the first contact. "You like that?" Maria had her mouth wide open as she looked down. Olivia did it again, this time massaging her clit while she squirmed around on the bed. In her drunken state, she had no idea what to think about what she was experiencing. Olivia stopped playing with her and stood up. She reached under her shirt and swiftly pulled it from her. "If you liked that, then you will just love this." Maria was confused as Olivia went back into her drawer. When she turned around, her jaw dropped. In her hand was a large, black dildo that had to measure no less than twelve inches. "What the fuck is that?" She asked. "This is my friend!" Olivia laughed as she flipped a switch on it. It immediately started shaking viciously; so much that it almost fell from her hands. "Would you like to meet him?" Maria was staring at it in amazement and subconsciously said "Yes". Olivia flipped it off before handing it to her shocked friend. Maria held in her hand and felt it up and down. "How the fuck do you fit this in your...your pussy." "You would be amazed how easy it is, especially with how tight my pussy is." She grabbed Maria's hand and lightly sucked on two fingers. "Here, see for yourself." She carried her friend's hand down to her crotch and inserted her fingers inside. She wasn't lying as, even with wet fingers; Maria struggled to fit the second finger into her. Olivia started slowly swaying her hips back and forth as she used the hand as a sex toy. Maria's brain couldn't decide whether to focus on the pussy her hand was inside or twelve inch dildo in her other hand that she had "accidently" turned on. She decided to kill two birds with one stone and held the vibrator against Olivia's throbbing clitoris. She let go of her hand and left her to do the job herself. Olivia had to sit down as a giant rush of pleasure spread throughout her body. She slithered to the other end of the bed as Maria crawled over to her, vibrator still pressed against her swollen nub and two fingers sliding in and out of her sopping cunt. She looked up at her as she clenched onto the sheets and moaned loudly. The reluctance that Maria felt minutes ago was slowly slipping away, aided greatly by the large amount of alcohol she had consumed. After a minutes, he removed her fingers from her friends dripping crotch and started moving the dildo down from her clit. "Just push it in. Don't worry it won't hurt." Olivia said while panting. She did as she was told and slowly pushed the dildo far into her drunken friend's pussy. "Oh fuck!!! Yes, fuck yes!!!" She screamed out as ten inches of the vibrator easily slid into her. It wasn't long before Maria started to move it in and out of her. She was amazed at how easily the thick toy was fitting into her, knowing just how tight she was. Olivia clearly loved every second of this as her body squirmed around on the bed, gently sucking on her finger between moans. The smile on her face only got bigger as her friend began kissing her inner thigh. Beads of sweat were now covering her body as the pleasure and alcohol had taken over. It was time. Maria was fucking her as hard she could, her eyes locked directly on her pussy watching her hips buck into the large cock. Suddenly, her hips stopped moving. Maria looked up at her face and saw her staring at the ceiling, mouth wide open and softly moaning. Her body was lightly convulsing as her giant orgasm spread throughout her body. Maria pulled the dildo from her and watched as she squirted her juices across the bed. She stuck her hand out and caught some on her arm. Once her friend relaxed, she ran her tongue across her arms and sucked up the juices that she had caught. "You taste good." Olivia giggled. "Can I have a taste?" Maria ran her hand across the leaking cunt in front of her, collecting the nectar. She crawled on top of her and placed her fingers in her mouth. Olivia happily sucked away and cleaned her fingers. "You're right, I do taste good." The girls laughed as they stared at each other. Their laughs quickly died down and they slowly moved their faces closer to each other. Olivia grabbed the back of Maria's head and embraced in a deep kiss. Any reluctance that was in Maria's head was gone. She kissed her back, licking the residue of her juices from her tongue. Once the kiss broke, Maria was the first to speak. "Oh man, that was really fun." "Mmm, you got that right." Olivia stretched. "Okay honey, it's your turn." Maria looked at the toy as it vibrated on the bed. She took it in her hand, ran her tongue from the base to the tip and handed it her friend. She rolled off of her and spread her body across the bed while Olivia crawled towards her moist opening. Instead of inserting the toy, she first decided to take care of things first hand. She smiled at her while sticking her tongue out, drawing it closer to the waiting pussy which sat mere inches away. As her tongue made first contact with her throbbing clit, Maria threw her head back and yelled out, "Oh fuck!" Olivia began to lightly suck on the swelling nub as she deeply inhaled the spreading scent of sexuality that Maria was giving out. After a few seconds, she placed the still-moist tip of the vibrator at the entrance to her vagina. To help her prepare for the entry, she turned it off before inserting it. It would take more time for her walls to adjust to the thick member than it did for Olivia since Maria had never had a cock longer than six inches enter her love passage. She fidgeted around on the bed while her body felt the intrusion slip in inch by inch. Her mind was telling her not to let anymore in but her body would not agree. She turned on her side as the last few inches made their way inside her. Maria was laying on the bed with all twelve inches of rubber held in the vise-like grip of her vaginal walls. Once she was relaxed, she looked at her friend and smiled. "This feels so good." She whispered. "So does this!" Olivia laughed as she pushed the switch to fire up the vibrator. Maria stared of into space as the powerful toy reached its maximum capabilities. "Ahhhh! Oh my fucking god!" She tossed and turned as Olivia held the toy in place. She stopped moving with her eyes pointed at the ceiling as a monster orgasm overtook her body. Olivia slowly started to pull the toy out before slamming back into her. She quickly noticed the growing puddle of cum flowing from Maria's pussy forming on her sheets. "Someone's enjoying herself." Olivia laughed as she started fucking her friend harder. She was so lost in a trance that she could not respond. Olivia lay down on the bed and started licking up the juices coming from under the vibrator. She tried to slip her tongue inside her dripping cunt, but the toy filled her too much to allow anything else to enter. Suddenly, an idea hatched through the drunken haze in her mind. "Honey, get on your hands and knees. I have an idea." Maria did as she was told as got in position with the vibrator still going strong inside of her. Before she could get set, another orgasm hit her and almost caused her to pass out. Olivia held the vibrator straight up. "Pretend it's a real cock, move that sweet ass of yours up and down." She seemed to be in a trance and would do anything she was told to. She grabbed a hold of the dildo and slowly lowered herself down, taking it all in. Olivia sat behind her and pleasured herself while watching. It wasn't long before another plan was hatched. She crawled back over to her friend and started to smack at her ass. With each smack, Maria let out a loud cry. Smack after smack eventually led to Olivia running her finger along the rim of her asshole. She sucked on her own finger and began pressing at her hole. The saliva on her finger helped for easy access. While Maria was busy fucking herself, Olivia was now fixated on seeing how many fingers she could fit in her ass. One quickly became two, which quickly became three, which then led to another orgasm for Maria. She struggled to fit a fourth finger in, so she settled for slamming three fingers into her tight opening. While she was doing this, she was using her other hand to continue pleasuring herself. The sweat was pouring from every inch of Maria's body as she continued riding the toy. Maria had her fourth and final orgasm. Her body couldn't take anymore, so she pulled the toy from her body and collapsed on her stomach. Olivia removed her fingers from her ass and flipped her over. She crawled over her body and placed her pussy in the worn out woman's face, fingering herself as hard as possible. She dropped down and let her friend's mouth finish the work. With all the energy that was left in her body, Maria lightly massaged the clit with her tongue as she had an orgasm. She happily drank the liquid that squirted into her mouth until there was nothing left. Olivia collapsed as well once she relaxed. She pulled Maria close and made out with her once again. The bed was soaked in feminine juices, but the girls were to drunk and satisfied to care. She pulled the sheets over herself and her lover before they both passed out. The girls awoke at the same time the next morning. Their eyes met, trying to figure out just what had happened the night before. "Did last night really happen?" Maria asked. "It sure did baby." Olivia kissed her on the cheek and smiled. "How do you feel?" "I'm pretty hung over and my pussy is really sore." Olivia giggled. "Yep, my 'friend' does that to girls. I'm pretty hung over too." Both girls smiled and shared another deep kiss. "Did you have as much fun as I did?" "Yes, yes I did. Now what do we do? I mean, we can't just have a normal friendship after that." Olivia looked deeply into her eyes. "It's up to you. We can either ignore what happened and just blame it on the alcohol or embrace the fact that we loved it and want to keep doing it." Maria looked around the room, trying to figure out what to do. "Which do you want?" She looked her in the eyes and smiled. "Does this answer your question?" Suddenly Olivia felt a finger tickle her clitoris. They shared another kiss. "How about we each use the bathroom and then come back here for round two?" Maria didn't even have to answer that question. Olivia knew exactly what she wanted. One Drunken Night Chapter One Brittany was a real beauty. She had long wavy blonde hair and eyes the color of the ocean. She was 5'6" and 110 pounds, with long supple legs and a slender build. She could very easily have any guy she wanted and any guy would love to be seen with her; however dating was the farthest thing from Brittany's mind. Allison, Brittany's mother had started with her at an early age. Telling her that fun and games got you nowhere in today's society. She preached over and over again that hard work and determination was the key to getting ahead in this world. She explained that good grades would help her achieve the ultimate goal of having a successful life and career and that boys and dating were just a distraction to this goal. Brittany had been trying to study all day but she just couldn't concentrate over the pounding music and the laughter coming from down the hall, It seemed everyone else only wanted to party. Finally Brittany couldn't take it any longer. Her curiosity won. She had to see what the noise was all about, surely one party couldn't hurt. Certainly her future wouldn't be totally ruined if she took an evening off from studying. After all wasn't there a saying about all work and no play or something like that? She was sure there was. Slamming here book closed Brittany left the room. At first she was determined to have it out with someone as she entered the noisy room where the party was in full swing. But it didn't take long before she started to relax a little. Grabbing a beer from a nearby table Brittany, who had never tried beer before, took a cautious sip. She looked around and saw a couple making out against one wall. For goodness sakes she thought, he had his hands up underneath the girl's blouse. As she downed the beer she had in her hand she returned to the small table by the door and grabbed another one. Moving farther into the room, A couple standing near the back wall just happened to catch her eye. Her eyes about popped out of her head when she realized the girl was giving the guy a blow job right there in front of God and everybody. When she finished off that beer, someone handed her another. As her eyes adjusted to a darkened corner of the room, she realized someone had popped a porn flick in the DVD player. A couple sat on the couch facing the TV, They seemed to be acting out what they were watching as the girl slipped her hand in the open zipper of the guy's pants. Brittany could only stare at them with both disgust and fascination. Everywhere she looked she saw sex. Couples everywhere were making out or exploring each other's bodies somehow. She was totally unaware of how much alcohol she had drunk, just taking sips as she walked around the room. Sip after sip, bottle after bottle, every time she would finish one someone would hand her another or she would grab one herself. She thought the beer would help drown out the acts of sex she was seeing all over the place. However all it did was leave her with a fuzzy, lightheaded feeling. Soon she became totally unaware of everything and everyone around her. All she knew was the room was spinning and spinning. It was like trying to walk on one of those crazy rides at the fair. She tried to move but ended up stumbling, not wanting to make a fool out of herself she decided to stay right where she was. Maybe if she didn't move too fast she would be alright. Deciding to just sit back and wait it out Brittany, hoped the feeling would pass in a few minutes or so. Rob watched her from the moment she entered the room, what was it about her that had intrigued him? Was it the way she had entered the room as if she was about to give someone a good tongue-lashing? Or was it the way she had mellowed out when she saw the beer? Much to his surprise she grabbed one and started to drink. She seemed mortified by all the acts of sex that she saw. She sure was drinking a lot. How many beers had she had? Well hell, he had lost count after 10 or so, but it wasn't as if he was perfectly sober. He had to admit he had been drinking too. He wondered if she knew what she was doing. Was she keeping track of how much she had drank? He watched as she just leaned up against a wall. She seemed to be just standing there. He watched her intently trying to figure her out. Well she had made one attempt to walk, but that had turned out disastrously. She had only stumbled and nearly fell. So now she just stood there, sort of half sitting against the wall. She seemed to be waiting on something or someone. Then it suddenly dawned on him, he smacked his forehead as if to wake himself up. How could he have missed this? She hadn't been keeping track of how many beers she had, she was drunk. Maybe he should help her. He could at least help her back to her room. After all he was a gentleman, wasn't he? That's the way his momma and daddy had raised him. As he walked towards her he became aware of one thing, he could feel his cock bulging inside his jeans. He was so turned on. But what had gotten him that way? It could be one of two things, it was either the beautiful girl or the sex that was going on all over the place. Perhaps it was a combination of the two. Soon he stood before her. He noticed that she tried to focus on him but seemed unable to do so. So she just stayed where she was. Rob stooped down so that he was eye level with Brittany. He wanted to make sure she knew he was there and to be of some help. "My name's Rob and you are" He asked? "Brittany," she whispered. "You, look like you could use a helping hand come on I'll at least help you get back to your room," he said as he offered her his hand "I would like to but I am afraid I can't," she stammered. "Oh and why is that," he asked. "The room seems to be spinning uncontrollably and I nearly fell the last time I moved," she stated emphatically. He was rather good looking from what she could tell, and wasn't he on the football team? Surely she could accept his offer; it wasn't as if he had some kind of ulterior motive. He was just being considerate; he was being a nice guy. He saw a girl in distress and decided to give her a helping hand. When she stood up to accept his offer something sort of funny happened. It was like they had suddenly become aware of the attraction between them. As she stood up she stumbled and ended up falling into him, nearly knocking him over. It was at this time that she became aware of the bulge in his pants as a tingling feeling through her as she had just happened to brush against it. She also became aware of something stirring within her, her nipples had hardened and there was a growing wetness between her legs. Rob just chuckled at her unsteadiness and helped her to stand up. She clung to him as they slowly made their way out of the room and towards hers, helping her open the door and get inside. As he turned to leave she stopped him. Just as he turned back she pulled him into a kiss. This caught him totally off guard and he let his tongue slide into her mouth. Their tongues met and both pushed and nuzzled each other in some sort of wild and crazy dance. He felt a rumble in his throat and moaned with pleasure from the kiss. She moved into a sitting position and reached for the zipper of his pants. she quickly undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor, along with his boxers. Her lips were level with his cock and she cautiously lifted a hand to it and touched the tip of it. Running one finger up and down the length of it. Then she gently touched the tip of her tongue to the head of it, making short soft swirls over the head of it. She moved a little and took the head of it into her mouth, where she continued teasing it with her tongue. Rob could feel the pleasure building. He pushed his hands deep into her hair and began urging her to take more of him. Thrusting himself deep into her mouth, the head of his cock smacked the back of her throat, making her gag. He pulled out but only enough to keep her from choking, then of course he thrust it right back in over and over again. Each time he thrust in, he was able to go in a little bit further. His pleasure continued to build and soon he would need to release it. Rob moaned deeply as he thrust in one last time and exploded into her mouth. He moved her into a laying down position on the bed and crawled in next to her; however he positioned his head so that it was even with her pussy. He took this opportunity to remove her jeans and then her panties, running his hand her right leg and down the left one. He slowly made his way back up her right leg, pausing ever so slightly at her pussy. He gently teased her clit with one finger, moving it in and out of he then followed that with a second finger and felt her began to fidget. He continued to finger her pussy and followed that with his tongue. For some time he teased her pussy with both his fingers and his tongue. He continued teasing her until he felt her juices coat his fingers. Then he continued licking at her pussy, taking her clit full into his mouth and running his tongue up and down the length of it, once, twice, three times, but he didn't stop there. He continued with his little game until he could taste her juices as they coated his tongue. She looked down at him as he finished eating her pussy. Rob moved so that his head was at the same end as hers and positioned himself between her legs, she knew he was searching for a place to stick it. Brittany was still a virgin, but oh, how badly she wanted to feel it in her pussy. She arched her back and lifted her pelvis to him. He looked down at her with lust on his mind. He wanted to put his cock in her pussy. He wanted to pound her for all that it was worth. He leaned down so that his lips were even with her ear. "I want to fuck you" he whispered. She just looked up at him, realizing she wanted him to. It was then that she realized that she hadn't even gotten his name. She just laid there looking up at him and gave a slight nod. "I am going to fuck you baby", he stated. He slowly slid the head of his cock into her tight wet pussy. He paused as he felt her virgin wall blocking his path. He looked her straight in the eye as he thrust his cock deep in her pussy and sent it smashing and crashing through her virgin wall. She moaned partly from pleasure and partly from pain. He pounded her with a furious drive of lust. He continued pounding faster and faster, deeper and deeper. He could feel the pleasure as it began to build and fill up his cock. He could tell from the look in her eyes that the pleasure was also building deep within her. As he shot his warm, hot load of cum deep within her, he collapsed on her chest. They cuddled into each other's arms and fell asleep.