Hey, I'm just an ordinary guy, not a pervert, just
your regular bloke. So what would you do if you
found this fucking gorgeous chick lying drunk half
out of her brains at a party? Yeah, I'll bet you
would do the same as me. I had gone with my mate
Terry and while standing drinking at the bar we eyed
up all the unattached talent and some of the
attached ones too. I had noticed her earlier for who
could miss her long blonde hair and that black dress
that just about covered all of her important bits.
She was dancing with this big guy and between dances
I could tell she was knocking the drinks back too.
Perhaps they had a bust up, who knows and who cares
but when I found her flat out drunk in the hallway,
I just couldn't leave her lying there, now could I.
"You ok?" I said as I bent low and
whispered in her ear.
She mumbled something I couldn't understand.
"Come on, love," I said taking her under
the arms and lifted her to her feet. "What you
need is some fresh air."
I half carried her outside and the cool air seemed
to revive her a bit for she stirred but then she
looked like she was going to be sick. My car was
just around the corner but as much as I wanted to
take her off somewhere quiet, I didn't want her sick
all over my fresh carpets.
"You going to be sick?" I asked.
She mumbled again which I took as a no, but I still
didn't want to risk it though. While holding her
upright, my right hand was cupping her right boob,
it felt firm and full and very naked under her
dress.
"Got to get you somewhere secluded," I
said to myself.
I looked behind me and the party was still in full
swing and nobody had seemed noticed my leaving with
her. I had lived in this area all my life and
suddenly the perfect place came into my mind. A few
doors down there was a row of garages and behind
them was a strip of grass. With the reflected light
from adjacent street lamps giving it all a soft
glow, it was the perfect place for our little
romantic interlude. Nobody was going to find us
there unless they came looking and got very lucky.
"Let's get you out of this," I whispered
pulling her zip all the way down her back.
It was a bit of a struggle but eventually I pulled
her top down and I was right -- her tits were
beautifully naked beneath. She was mumbling again
but I couldn't make any sense of what she was
saying. I didn't stop to listen to her so it didn't
take long to pull her skirt right up and her little
black dress was now just a band of material around
her waist.
"Let's loose these," I said pulling at her
scanty knickers.
That was all she was wearing, the slut, just a
simple dress and a pair of thong knickers.
"My, my, but you are lovely," I cooed as I
ran my hands over her soft, smooth skin. "Let's
get these open wide."
I pulled her knees apart and moved in between them.
While still moving one hand over her soft thighs and
squeezing her pert tits, I found a condom in my top
pocket; well, a guy has to come prepared these days.
"Don't fret," I said softly, "I'll
soon be with you."
I rolled the condom on to my hard prick then
manoeuvring it into the right spot, I pushed
forward. She was dry but the lubricant on the condom
eased me inside.
"There you are," I said, "your pussy
fits my cock like a glass slipper Cinderella, that
means you're mine, my princess."
Slowly at first, I pushed in and out of her and I
pretty soon I noticed that she was getting sloppier.
"You like this, don't you, my slut?" I
whispered close to her ear.
Even with her body almost unconscious it knew what
it liked and how to get the best from it. She pulled
her knees up more and she pushed her hips against my
thrusts.
"That's right, my princess," I panted.
My hands were moving over her fine soft skin,
squeezing and caressing every bump and hollow; she
had exceptionally fine tits, not big but a good
handful. I was getting near now and I picked up my
pace. I could hear her juices squelching with each
of my thrusts, even though she had stopped moving
against me. Either she had come or had passed out
completely, it didn't matter one jot to me one way
or the other for I was there.
"Yes, yes," I cried quietly as I pumped a
goodly load of my spunk into her.
I lay there for a minute getting my breath back,
then I pulled out and stood up. The used condom I
rolled up in a tissue for disposal later. I looked
down at her and in the dim light I let my eyes
travel over her obscenely spread body. Her arms were
above her head and her legs wide apart. I
contemplated re-dressing her and taking her back to
the party, but in the end I just zipped up and
walked away.
The party was still in full swing and Terry was
still standing at the bar.
"Where have you been?" he asked.
"Queuing for the loo," I lied, well not
quite for I had been to the loo to flush away the
used condom.
"Yeah, I need to go soon," he said.
"I wouldn't bother, mate, the queue so long
you'll be there all night," I said. "Best
go outside for a pee."
As I said this, an ugly thought ran through my
brain.
"Best not use our host's garden, though,"
I said. "I know, there's a block of garages a
few houses down, go behind there."
"Yeah, good idea," he said and he downed
the rest of his beer. "I think I'll go
now."
I thought about ordering a new beer for myself as I
watched Terry disappear, but in the end, I waved off
the bartender and fought my way through the throng
to the front door; Terry was out of sight but I knew
where he was heading. I could hear his grunts before
I poked my head around the corner. In the dim light
I could see his white rear pounding between her slim
legs. I didn't know if she had woken up or was still
completely out of it but Terry couldn't pass up the
opportunity to fuck this beautiful girl.
He didn't last long, a few energetic thrusts and I
heard him grunt extra loud as he came. After he
pulled out of her he stood up against the concrete
wall and relieved himself and by the sound of it he
needed it badly. I heard his zip being pulled up but
instead of returning to the party he went and sat
down beside her again. I could see his hands running
over her naked body and I could hear him talking but
I couldn't hear his actual words; I left them there
and headed back.
"All right now?" I asked as he reappeared.
"Yeah," he said with a big grin. "I
needed that."
Just then, I noticed the big guy again and he was
obviously looking for his date, wife or whatever.
"Have you seen Justine?" I heard him ask
someone near by.
Justine, so that's her name and very pretty it was,
too, I thought. No one had seen her except one
person.
"Yeah, I think she went outside for some
air," he suggested. "Had a bit too much to
drink."
"Time to go," said Terry who was suddenly
looking a little worried.
"In a minute," I said holding up my half
full glass.
"No, now," he said and before I could down
the rest of my beer he was gone.
I didn't catch up with him until I got back to my
car.
"What's the rush?" I asked in all
innocence.
"No rush," he lied, "I just had
enough and wanted to go home."
"Ok," I said.
He looked about nervously while I unlocked my car
door.
"Come on, come on, let's go," he said
impatiently.
The drive home was made in complete silence and I
dropped him off outside his door. I never heard
anything more about that night, not even a whisper.
So either the big guy found her but wanted to keep
it all under wraps or she was never found and
eventually she woke up and couldn't remember
anything so she made her own way home. There was no
way she couldn't have know what happened to her, not
with her dress bunched up around her waist and her
knickers gone. I still have them, kept as a trophy;
no, she, too, must have wanted to keep things quiet.
Terry never said a word either, either he was too
embarrassed or felt guilty about his actions so he
kept quiet about the whole deal. For me, it was a
very nice if unexpected fuck with a very beautiful
girl; it didn't matter a jolt to me if she was out
of it. Any day you can fuck such a beautiful girl
makes it a good day in my book.
By Jax
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