Elizabeth was wasted. She wanted to get a little messed
up, but she was obliterated. she left the partying horde and
found refuge in a bedroom. Her head was swirling and she
needed a rest.
She was surprised her boyfriend wasn't here yet. Rick,
the DJ she met at a wedding a week earlier, had told her he
had personally invited him. It wasn't like Ken to be late...
Her mind trailed off on the thought. "Oh God..." she
whispered to herself as she flopped on the bed. She
scrounged into the pile of coats, trying to regain her
senses.
Rick had hovered over her the moment she walked in the
door. He didn't make much effort to hide his interest in
her, and she was sure he would have asked her out at the
wedding if Ken hadn't been there. They had actually turned
out to be old acquaintances from high school. Ken didn't
like him much, and called Rick an asshole more than once
during the night. But he was definitely attractive. He
looked very pleasing in his tuxedo the previous week. Now
she saw him in a simple T-shirt, and really noticed his
muscular build for the first time.
Rick made several drinks for her, and she allowed her
self to consume them more rapidly than usual. Even though
she loved Ken and was loyal to him, she couldn't deny the
desire to impress her new suitor. But why was she so fucked
up? She was never like this after a few drinks...
She had dressed well for the evening, a short black
leather skirt and a black leather jacket zipped up to a
point just below her cleavage. She felt a smiling wave of
heat spread over her as she remembered she wore no shirt
underneath. Ken loved her in leather, and she knew the
evening would end in heated, orgasmic fury. She remembered
the drink in her hand, hoping not to spill it on her
clothes. She sipped from the alcohol, and fell back into the
bed. The world crawled to slow motion. The sounds outside
the door grew prolonged and full of echo. She started to
lose track of where she was...
Rick entered the room. Elizabeth didn't notice him at
first, or what seemed 'at first' anyway. The opening of the
door stretched the boundaries of perceived minutes. The
careful locking was like hours.
"Having a good time, I hope."
Elizabeth didn't answer, she just felt the moment, the
sounds, the sights around her. She was unaware to the smile
that began to twist on Rick's face... the focused stare of
his eyes upon her... the stepping towards the edge of the
bed... his hand on her leg.
She should have said something. She wanted to, but her
lips seemed unable to move. Something stirred in her. A
pulsing wave reverberated up her leg and into her chest. She
could almost see the sensation. She thought, remembering her
love for Ken and her loyalty. But as his hand moved to her
knee, she didn't care.
Rick eyed her intently, seeing if she resisted at all.
He looked at her slender leg, covered just barely by her
black leather skirt. She was incredibly sexy. Her legs were
perfectly smooth. They shifted slightly, not from his touch,
but from the constant motion induced by the drug high. She
had taken it like a trusting child. His plan was developing
as well as he could have hoped. A simple invitation to a
party, a little hidden substance in her drink, and the
inevitable outcome. Rick's cock burgeoned with readiness,.
He couldn't shake the image of her all week. God, he wanted
to fuck her so bad. He would have walked away from his DJ
booth if he could have gotten her to leave. She was easily
the hottest girl at the reception. Her long, curly hair. Her
tight, red dress cut well below her breasts and precociously
extending a mere few inches below her waist. The visible
bumps in the dress convinced him she was braless, and the
bouncing, jiggling motion of her breasts on the dance floor
confirmed the suspicion. If only it wasn't for the damned
boyfriend. She hung on him all night, forcing Rick into the
bathroom to masturbate on two of his breaks.
Now she was here. No boyfriend in sight. Yet...
Elizabeth gyrated with the high, never ceasing her
flowing legs and hips. The movements created wonderful
opportunities for her knees to rise and bend slightly,
creating views high up her leg and into the darkness beneath
her skirt. God did he want her! But was she ready? He
jockeyed his head, trying to glimpse her panties.
Her motion was indeed ceaseless. her head swayed from
left to right in smooth, rhythmic motions. Rick touched his
throbbing cock, knowing he head to test the waters. He
pushed on her right knee, and she obliged him by pulling it
up. Rick pressed his tongue against his lip at the virtual
slow-motion action. Her skirt fell lower as her leg raised,
those precious centimeters of flesh slowly revealed
themselves. He tried the other knee, Sure enough she raised
it as well as part of her motion. The skirt fell lower,
revealing his quest: her beautiful cunt covered by a small
pair of lacy red panties. "Oh God", he whispered to himself.
His reaction was to at first look away for fear of being
caught. But he saw Elizabeth pay him no head. She was in her
own drugged-out world now. He noticed some of her drink
spilled down her body. She hadn't even noticed her loss of
control. He hadn't drank a drop himself, since he wanted to
fuck Elizabeth and remember it, but he felt it would be his
duty to lick the leftovers off her cleavage.
Ohh, her breasts, so shamefully covered by the leather
that they seemed to burst against the top of, fighting for
freedom. Her top was so tight, her tits were so
perfect...His hand moved up just beneath her skirt. She
gasped...
Elizabeth had lost the sense of what was going on , but
the feel of Rick's hand only a couple of inches from her
panty line reminded her. "No, Elizabeth. Don't let this
happen. He's not worth it if he has to take advantage of
you. Besides, he really isn't that interesting. Ken, Ken's
the one you want and love!" But in the eternity it took to
think these thoughts, he had slid up her skirt. Her red
panties shimmered in the light. ""Oh God, he knows I'm
helpless!" She thought to herself. She went to move her
skirt back down, but he caught her hands, then kissed them.
Her hands wanted to move but remained still in his clutch.
Her thoughts fought through the high, but too often returned
to the swirling world and random images of her mind. "Maybe
I should get up, I should fight him off.
In this time, he had moved his hand to unzip her
jacket. "Uuuh..." she breathed at his forceful action. The
motion was quick, and effective. Her zipper slid down
quickly, and she realized a much greater portion of her
chest was visible to him than she cared for. She wished she
had worn a bra, but at least her nipples were still
covered...
Um, no they weren't. He had finished the process by
opening her jacket wide. Her eyes tried to meet his, but
they were focused on her exposed breasts. The sight reminded
her of her childhood and the many evenings she fell asleep
on the couch and had to be undressed by her mother or
father. The gentle rocking caused by Rick's movements
induced a hypnotic bobbing of her breasts. The motion up and
down her chest seemed to speak silent words of comfort and
peace into her mind. She felt her muscles relax, and her
breasts accept they were nude.
She was almost out-of-body now. She imagined herself
from above. Her jacket crumpled around her sides... Her
skirt up around her waist... her legs rolling in a circular
motion, stretching and shaping the folds of her panties.
Rick was nearly as transfixed. Despite her bared
breasts below him, he was still hesitant to move. Hesitant
for fear of awakening her from her trance. Hesitant because
the sexiness of the girl beneath him deserved worship. He
rocked on the bed, and watched the seductive jiggling her
breasts and thighs. Her knees were fully bent, her feet at
the base of her ass. He gathered the images as fuel for his
lust. It was time...
Elizabeth went to sit up as she found Rick's mouth
sucking her left nipple, but lost her thought almost
instantly. She lost herself in a swimming world of sensation
and motion. He started flicking his tongue, removing the
extra drops of alcohol scattered across her bosom. The
action reminded her of Ken, how she loved to feel his
tongue slide around her nipples. He had a great tongue! She
lost herself again as his hands moved to her breasts.
"Ken, oh Ken..." she moaned as he took her soft breasts
in his hands. Rick grinned at the effective trance and the
knowledge he would succeed. He didn't care what she called
him, so long as he fucked her. He massaged her breasts
gently, reveling at the nipples poking in and out of his
fingers. Strange colors and tinglings shot through her as
his mouth gently drew her right nipple in. He sucked slowly
and gingerly.
"Stop... stop... " she whispered as a moment's thought
told her it wasn't Ken. But his reply was rub her left
nipple with his fingertip.
She continued to lay there, almost frightened, as he
kneaded her breasts and sucked on her nipples. But the
realization again faded into the ceaseless world. Patterns
formed in her eyes, she felt like she was floating. The
finger on her nipple froze her in erotic submission. Images
of Ken flooded her mind and she felt peace again...
He touched her cunt.
"No!" her last moment of will! True, his touch was
protected by her panties, But they were thin and would give
way easily. "No, she said again, a little more loudly. He
paid no heed as he slid his finger underneath her panties
and into her cunt. "Umm!" she squealed highly. Her motion
was absorbed by her hips as his finger probed inside her. He
stooped a moment. Why, she didn't know.
Ohh...
He slid her panties down. She didn't want to lift her
legs, but she couldn't stop him. She was essentially naked
and ripe for fucking. Her jacket was still on, but was
loosely hung about her shoulders with all the material
spread on the bed. Her breasts were exposed and bouncing
with each slight motion. And now, her legs were up and
spread open, her cunt awaiting patiently. He touched her
cunt again, "Uhhhh. Ummmm." The feeling had echoes, and
longevity. It had aftertastes and embers. The time passed
was immense and short. Each touch, each probe, was met with
aftershocks. She opened her eyes. He had moved off her, but
now was moving back, his pants and, needless to say, his
underwear, in a state of disrobe like her own jacket and
panties.
He started fucking her. He rammed his cock into her
cunt and started pounding. Pounding her cunt over and over.
Her titties jiggled with the motion, and Rick grabbed them,
caressing them in his hands as he fucked her. It was
happening! He was fucking her! His cock shot pleasure
through his whole body with each thrust into her. "Oh yeah,
oh yeah.." he thought. His eyes opened in a glazed stare.
The pleasure ... the sight of her lightly freckled shoulders
and breasts, her perfect pink nipples bobbing and jiggling.
He pushed harder and faster...
Elizabeth had been quiet, but now got into it. "Oohh,
oooh, oooh, yes yes, fuck me. Oh god!"
"Ahh, ahhh, ahh!" he exhaled with each thrust. His
pounded his cock into her cunt at a fast, steady pace. He
looked down, loving the sight of his cock buried deep inside
Elizabeth. He thought about Ken and laughed. That idiot was
in love with her! He was desperate for her! But here he was,
Rick, fucking her! He moaned loudly, she moaned with him.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God! Oh , Ken!"
Elizabeth felt like a dam had burst in her. She came in
a steady stream. And she could FEEL the cum tickling her
pussy as it eagerly moistened her opening. The cock inside
her was like its own soul, melding into her own flesh in a
heat she could feel on her lips. Ken... Ken.... she let the
word wrap around her thoughts and body like an invisible
sexual light.
Rick continued pushing into her soft cunt, but
monitored his pace. He was ready to cum, and he strained to
keep himself from it. He closed his eyes.
"Come on... come on..." he moaned.
The door opened.
Two of his friends entered the room, one with key in
hand. The other had another person behind him. Rick flashed
a devil smile as he recognized the third person. I
It was Ken.
Rick had invited him. He just told him to get there a
little later than the others. Ken's eyes darted to the bed.
He saw Rick, naked from the waist down. Then he saw
Elizabeth and turned ashen. Rick lifted her of the bed
slightly and started to really drive into her now. He bit
and sucked her nipples. Ken started to lunge at him, but
found himself held by the other two men.
"Ha! I'm fucking the girl you love! Aha!"
The words were a dagger through him. Rick looked back
at Elizabeth, poor oblivious Elizabeth. "Tell me you want
it, tell me you want it, baby!"
"I want it, oh I want it! Fuck me. Oh fuck me.." she
gasped back
No... No... Ken couldn't believe her words.
"Tell me you want my cum. tell me..."
"Cum in me , oh God, cum in me. I want your cum!"
Rick let go of her shoulders, and grabbed her waist.
She hit the bed as he started pounding her cunt wit full
purpose. "Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahh" he exhaled with each thrust.
Elizabeth pulled him into her, matching his grunts with
Yes's.
Ken struggled against the arms of his captors, but
somehow felt weak. Why? He only had one drink since he got
here...
"Oh, it's so good!" Elizabeth was absorbed in the lust
and fucking. "Oh, it's so good, Ken!"
Ken heard his name. His heart leaped with both
happiness and rage.
""Oooh, who's fucking you? Who's dicking you?"
Elizabeth's eyes hazed, then opened.
"Rick. Rick, Fuck me Rick! Fuck me hard!"
"Yeaaah!" Rick slammed into her. His motion carried
them off the bed and onto the floor. Elizabeth's hair still
clung to the sheets as Rick cupped her buttocks and drove
into her.
He let go his cum in motion of quick thrusts and
jerks. Elizabeth screamed with pleasure... Rick's sperm
lined her cunt and she felt the impact shoot through her
nipples.
Ken watched her body flinch and her mouth gape with
orgasm. He felt tears should have come to his eyes, but the
thought fled as quickly as it came. He couldn't even force
himself to get up when one of the men holding him rose to
his feet and walked to Elizabeth. The new man lifted her
mostly naked, sperm-dripping body back onto the bed. He
worked at his pants as Rick walked up to Ken's face.
"Boy, I wish you had her back in high school!" His
smile was evil and loathful.
"Fuck you." Ken managed a sentence.
"Elizabeth already did. Or wait, I guess I fucked her."
Ken couldn't reply as a new humping body entered
Elizabeth and her cries of excitement returned.
A parade of men entered the room one by one. Ken
vaguely recalled seeing no other women at the party, but the
thought was gone quickly. He watched an uncountable pair of
hands grope her flailing breasts. He saw an assortment of
hard cocks release into, and onto her. Her cunt dripped with
cum. Her nipples dripped with cum. Her lips dripped with
cum.
When the last man finished ejaculating on her face, Ken
hope the nightmare was over.
Rick walked back to the bed. In his hand was a glass,
full to the top of some beverage. He gave it to her.
One hand took the glass and brought it to her lips. The
other rubbed her pussy.
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