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“bby plsss come over tonight, my address is 2132 Brown Bear Drive!! omg i cant believe i spelled that right?????? anyway even if i’m passed out my holes are for u<3 u know how cnc is in my bio?? lol that’s there for a reason. the door is unlocked, u let urself in!!! can’t wait babe”
After 6 drinks at the bar and 3 more back home, it was no surprise that Ava passed out within 5 minutes of pressing send. She was sprawled on her ill-made bed, the short black dress she’d worn on her night out hiked up to reveal matching lacy panties, the sheer fabric of which barely concealed her well-groomed pussy. Long, light pink hair fell over her freckled shoulders, the complexion of which contrasting against the darkness of a pair of fairy wings tattooed on her shoulder blades. Black thigh-highs were pulled different lengths down her legs, once held up past her plush thighs by now-discarded garter belts. The errant strap of a black bra had fallen down one of her shoulders as she’d walked home, her negligence causing a few lucky passerby to see one of her soft, large breasts almost completely free of clothing to hinder it. The look on one man’s face, a drunkard, followed by a request to drink her milk had caused her to cover up and added kindling to the fires of her lust. There was something about the idea of men objectifying her and completely taking advantage of her that made her soaked, but she’d never entertained the idea of making her fantasy a reality. That was, until she’d read enough stories about consensual non-consent and drank enough alcohol to forget about the possible consequences.
Her date was an anonymous hookup that, at first, considered turning her down entirely. The situation was suspicious at best, but when Ava sent him her address in a barely-coherent string of texts, his dick wouldn’t settle, and he knew a hand wouldn’t be enough company for him tonight. He entered the house with ease- it had been unlocked, just as she’d said, and he crept his way through the kitchen and into the living room. Fuck. There she was, his prize, all stretched out on the leather couch as some true crime documentary droned on in the background. He approached her unconscious form, reaching a hand into the elastic band of his pants and beginning to stroke his length. As he did, he studied her body and made note of all the ways he wanted to use it.
Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, wisps of her wavy hair free at each temple which framed her round face. Full lips the color of a young rose were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her clothes were perfect for the occasion; A thin tank top and some small, sporty blue shorts were all that concealed her light skin. Her nipples were visible through the soft white fabric, the two ridges around the pair making it obvious they were pierced. His sweatpants were tented by the hardness of his cock and he swiped his palm over the cockhead, smearing a bead of precum that had been forming all over and around himself. He teased himself with his strokes, slowly traveling up and down along all eight inches, working himself as he worked up the courage to take the plunge, and to take her. Now drooling precum and making a damp mark in his boxers, his cock was twitching and he was eager to claim his mate.
Removing his hand from his pants, he instead hooked both his thumbs on the band of her shorts, sliding them down her opened legs. Underneath, she wore a plain pair of panties, but just above the waistline of them was a tattoo; a stylized heart with angel wings and a devil’s tail, which had been covered by the higher cut of the shorts. He removed the shorts from around her ankles easily, discarding them on the hardwood floor beside the couch. Moving a hand between her thighs, the stranger began to slowly rub her clit through her panties in little circles, and she moaned a bit in her sleep before readjusting her legs to be spread even wider. He could almost make out a name in her murmur, but he knew it wasn’t his own. He ignored it, continuing to fondle the woman in her sleep until her wetness leaked through the white panties and he discarded those, too, to the floor. He felt her bare pussy, gliding two, and then three fingers in and out of her with ease. She was ready for him. She needed him.
Somehow, the girl on the couch had slept through all of it up until this point, and now emboldened by her lack of response, the man decided to escalate his assault. He slid his sweatpants and boxers down both at once, his cock bobbing in the open air. With his hand still slicked from the woman’s juices he gave himself another few strokes, holding himself steady at the base before moving to position himself at the girl’s face.
He rubbed his pink cock against her face, barely stifling his moans as he went. As he traced her lips with the tip of his dick, it left a lewd gloss of precum behind. He leaned back on his feet to admire his work for a moment before repositioning himself at her lips again, using one strong hand to gently adjust the angle of her head before he slowly began pressing the cockhead against her lips, sliding himself in until the tip disappeared completely and was enveloped by the girl’s mouth. It was completely unlike a blowjob from an awake person; There was no suction, no licking, no effort on behalf of his fellator, but it didn’t matter to him. A beautiful young woman had his dick in her mouth, and better yet, she had no idea. He continued his slow pace, careful not to wake her as he tested sliding himself in just a bit deeper. Just before the tip hit the back of her throat, her tongue slid backwards as she began to gag.
He pulled his dick from the unconscious girl's mouth, nervous about her waking up, or worse, choking in her sleep. He knew she'd been the one to initiate this, but he'd always been too much of a chickenshit to ever follow through until tonight. Slick with saliva and throbbing, he stroked his erection in one hand before kneeling down to be face-first with his date's well-groomed pussy, using his free hand to spread her open. With a little repositioning, he immediately latched his lips around her clit, sucking lightly while he swirled his tongue clockwise around it. Her drooling cunt dampened his beard, slicking it to his face as his tongue continued its assault on her clitoris. She was making those cute little moans in her sleep again, and he could've sworn he heard some name in there, -a woman's, maybe?- but he was preoccupied with how she was practically gushing in his mouth as he lapped his warm tongue into her hole. He had stopped playing with himself, too close to his limit already. Precum ran in a string down his cock, a small puddle of it forming on the floor. With a lewd smack he pulled his lips off her pussy, planting one last kiss on her clit's head as he rose to his feet.
Slowly, he repositioned her to be laying, legs open, on the couch, and he propped himself up over her unconscious form. Her pink lips were still parted from when he'd fucked her mouth, dried spit forming crust at the corners of her lips and down her chin. And yet still, despite the length of his assault, she hadn't awakened and had barely even stirred. She must've been blackout drunk , the thought making his dick twitch as he rubbed himself against her, starting to line himself up with her hole.
Her pussy was hot, and soaked, and practically begging for the man to just put his cock in already. He swore, dragged his teeth along his bottom lip, and slid his whole length inside of her, unable to keep himself from moaning as he bottomed out. She was so wet for him, her cunt gripping hard around his cock, coaxing him to start thrusting into her. She hadn't asked for a condom, so he assumed she was either on birth control or unprotected like a stupid, drunken whore would be. He moved his hands to her thighs, groping her ass before sliding them up to hold her by the hips. Keeping up his slow pace, his right hand continued to travel up her body, pulling her thin white shirt up to reveal her bare breasts. She was well-endowed, with simple gold jewelry decorating each nipple, and his hand sunk into her soft flesh as he groped and kneaded her tits. He picked up his pace, lapping at one nipple and then the other, and her moans started to pick up again, goading him to fuck her harder, and he claimed her lips with his own, the two moaning into each other's mouths as his tongue violated her mouth. Her moans were getting louder, and he started to fuck her even harder, his mouth still latched onto her's. Both of his hands were groping her breasts now, pierced nipples tugged at between thumb and forefinger, and he pulled away from her face for a moment to breath.
Her eyes were open wide, and she was begging him, "Please stop, please don't do this, oh my god, no-" , a constant stream of pleas which would go ignored just like her thin hands trying to push him away from her. The man moaned again, fucking her even harder as the couch's springs threatened to give out underneath them. Her begging for him to stop continued to be ignored, and her attempts to push him away were futile, the only response elicited was for him to slap a hand over her mouth, muffling her to a whimper. The mascara she'd fallen asleep wearing was running down her face, and she looked up at him with big, innocent brown eyes as he pumped into her. He stared right back into them, slowly taking his hand off of her mouth and sliding a few fingers into her mouth. Without a word, she sucked on them obediently, her tongue wrapping around each of them and leaving a slick coat of saliva in its path. He pistoned his fingers in and out of her mouth for a while before finally withdrawing them, maintaining eye contact as he spoke.
"Let's try that position you were talking about, I'm gonna cum soon." He said, not waiting for a response before pressing her knees back towards her chest, pussy gaping, red, and terribly empty. The emptiness didn't last for long as he easily guided himself back into her, reaching much deeper this time.
"I'll make you feel so fucking good, you're my bitch all night!" His voice was a lustful whisper in her ear, and as he said this he moved his now-lubricated fingers to her clit, beginning to rub it frantically in little circles. She gasped, her chest rising and falling dramatically, but only little moans came from her now. He picked up the same desperate pace he had before, continuing to touch her as he did. Both of their minds were starting to go blank, the pressure of their orgasms building as he went harder and harder until finally they both came, his lips smashing into hers as two moans blurred into one in their connected mouths. Her clit throbbed and twitched as he continued rubbing it through her high, and her cunt twitched around his dick as if to coax every drop of his cum into her needy hole. It was warm and thick inside of her, some of the large amount he'd deposited beginning to drip out around her. Just as it was becoming overstimulating, he ceased his assault on her clit and she could finally catch her breath. He was still twitching a bit, gently rutting into her and riding the last of his orgasm out. He laid on top of her, heavy and hot, his dick growing soft within her.
"Did you cum in me? Oh my god, get off, get the fuck off!" She pushed her hands against his chest as much as he could, but all it did was cause his cock to twitch again, and he moaned in her ear and bucked into her once more before he finally pulled out. A stream of his thick semen followed, more adding to the puddle on the couch as she pushed it out, using two fingers to scoop out what remained. Tears were streaming down her face again, and just as she noticed life beginning to return to her assailant's penis, something else caught her attention; her roommate entering the room. She instinctively covered herself, and her sobbing picked up again.
"Ava? Ava, oh my god, please call 911, he just--" She cut herself off, her face dropping and what she saw before her. Her friend and roommate, Ava, stood just at the end of the hallway, panties discarded and dress hiked up to expose her bare pussy. She leaned against the wall, thrusting several fingers in and out of herself and panting almost like a dog. The man turned towards her and his erection soon returned, his again-hard dick still wet from a mixture of the girl's fluids and his own. But from the look of distress on his face, it was clear he had become aware of his mistake.
"Oh shit, oh holy shit, I just raped a girl. I just raped a girl, holy shit." He stared at her like a deer in headlights. Ava's roommate, Kirsten, still sat crying and leaking fluids on the couch. Ava ceased her ministrations to approach the man. He leaned away from her, at first, but she took his cock in one hand and craned up to say something into his ear.
"You were going to do the same to me. Don't worry about it babe, just fuck me tonight." She purred before nibbling at his ear, and it was that simple for him to be under her spell. She got onto her knees before him, taking a few tentative laps at the tip of his erect cock before taking the entire length into her mouth. She looked up at him through her lashes as she withdrew his length up to the head, swirling her tongue around the intrusion in her mouth as she greedily cleaned it from its prior use. She pulled him out of her mouth with a wet pop, stroking him to finish in her open mouth. His second round wasn't as heavy, but cum clung to her hair as she'd missed the very first shot and it landed, instead, in her bangs. The other jets of cum hit her tongue and around her lips, and with a mouth still full of a stranger's cum, she spoke.
"Fuck, Kirsten, if I'd of known you tasted this good I would've fucked you at sooo many parties!" She giggled, obviously still intoxicated, before half-crawling over to her friend, who was still in shock and had barely moved since Ava made herself known. Kristen's protests were no good, and Ava soon forced her way in between her friend's thighs, her breath hot against Kristen's wet entrance and tinged with booze.
"We can't! I have a girlfriend Ava, you know her!" Kirsten pleaded as her friend began lapping up the cum which drooled from her raw, well-used cunt. She drank it greedily in long, sensual strokes that ran up and over her sensitive clit. Her long tongue would, on occasion, slip its way inside of her and scoop more cum with it. Ava was surprisingly clean and skillful, and by the time she was done the only hint she had just eaten her roommate out was the wet sheen on her cheeks and Kristen's clit twitching as she, again, had reached a climax.
"Tasty!" Ava ran her tongue around her mouth, savoring the taste of her roommate with satisfaction.
"This isn't what I planned, but I'll be damned if this isn't so much better!" Ava said. Her hand between her thighs, she was playing with herself once more.
"I think we're just getting started, I haven't even cum yet, and this was my hookup that you stole."
"I- I didn't steal him? What?" Kirsten defended, but her tone showed her confusion. Ava ignored her, instead moving to sit besides her on the couch. As she opened her legs for the strange man, she whipped off her bra and pulled her tits out from the neckline of her shirt. They were pierced, like her friend's, but she wore silver hoops in hers, connected together by a thin chain in matching metal. As the man approached her, she tugged at the chain with a manicured nail and bit at her lower lip.
"Come, take me." Ava moaned, one hand traveling south to spread herself open. The man said nothing, shuffling to where she sat reclined on the couch. He rubbed the tip against her entrance, circling it around her clit for a moment before gliding into her well-lubricated cunt. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, rolling her hips up to meet his thrusts. His cock head bounced against her cervix a few times, and the masochistic Ava moaned before taking her friend's face into her hands, pressing their lips together as she began kissing her roommate, tongue darting between her lips and- to her surprise- entangling with Kristen's. The pace of the man's thrusts were brutal, and the only sound he made was a feral grunt each time he bottomed out inside her. The two girls had their hands all over one another, Kirsten pulling at the chain connecting Ava's nipples as Ava played with her friend's pierced nipples. Kirsten broke away from their kiss to take one of her friend's nipples into her mouth, sucking and rolling her tongue around the delicately pierced bud. Ava moaned and began furiously rubbing her clit in circles, and her roommate began to follow suit.
"Kirsten, Kirsten kiss me, I'm gonna cum!" Were the last words from Ava's mouth before her orgasm hit her, and her friend's lips were on hers, and their tongues and tastes mingled in one another's mouths as Ava's vision blurred and she reached the height of debauchery, grasping at her friend and moaning into her mouth as she came so hard her legs gave out. The stranger came for the third time that night, buried balls deep in Ava's pussy. He collapsed on top of her, completely spent, but did not pull out, leaving his dick to soften inside her and keep her plugged full of cum.
"Ava… You're not on birth control either, are you?" Asked an audibly tired Kirsten. Ava, pumped full of cum and still full of booze, had fallen asleep with her head on Kristen's chest. Despite her exhaustion the gravity of the situation was beginning to settle deep inside Kirsten, much like the sperm penetrating both their eggs at that very moment.