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Drunk Chick
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.
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