Taking Advantage of Her
She had too much to drink at the bar — hell, we both did — and I walked her home. More like carried her home, really. When we got inside, I walked her into her bedroom, intending to drop her there and then go home. But when she fell onto her bed, her legs were spread open and her skirt had ridden up a bit.
I figured, what’s the harm in a quick peek? I might never get a chance to see her panties again, so I leaned down and looked up her skirt. It looked like she was wearing some sort of dark blue panties, but I couldn’t really see very well. She looked thoroughly passed out, but I was still nervous as I lifted her skirt further up. Still not much of a view. Taking a deep breath, I slowly spread her legs further apart, and was rewarded with a nice view of her thong.
I was incredibly aroused by the situation. Some part of my brain knew this was a bad idea, but another part said “You’ve come this far, why not go a bit further?” So I pulled the straps of her tank-top down to get a look at her bra. It was also dark blue with a bit of lace on the cups to match her panties (planning on some action tonight, I thought). Watching her face for any sign of a reaction, I lightly ran my finger along her bra, tracing down her chest between her tits. When she didn’t respond at all, I slowly hooked one finger under the right cup and pulled it down. Her nipple was soft, with a large areola that gently faded in color to match the pale skin tone of the rest of her breast. I ran my finger around her nipple, and felt it harden slightly under my touch.
As if in reply, I felt a surge of blood in my cock as it hardened, and without thinking at all, I leaned forward and took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked deeply on her tit, running my tongue all over, feeling her areola pucker and contract as her nipple hardened between my lips.
I let go of her tit with a wet pop, and stood up. She was spread lewdly out on her bed, legs over the corner, skirt pull up over her waist, and one tit popped out of her bra. Her arms were spread at her side, and her lips were open a little. She let out a tiny little moan, as if she could sense my gaze, and shifted slightly on the bed.
I should have left at that point (I should have left much earlier, actually), but instead I slide my hands up her hips and found the waistband of her underwear. It wasn’t exactly graceful, sliding them off, since I had to pull them out from under her without her help, but I got it done without waking her, and then I was looking at her shaved pussy.
To be honest, I was shocked. I really never would have pegged for a clean-shaven type of girl. I assumed I would find a neatly trimmed bush, or a landing strip at most. But there was her bare cunt, glistening at me.
Yes, glistening. She was soaking wet. I have no idea why. She had been flirting with a guy back at the bar, maybe that’s what got her going. Or maybe on some level her body was responding to what I was doing. Hell, maybe she was dreaming about the guy at the bar, and my touches were just feeding into that. Whatever the reason, there was no mistaking it.
Hardly believing what I was seeing, I spread her legs further. Her pussy lips opened a little, and I could see her clit poking out from its hood. I ran a finger down the length of her lips, and then, without really realizing what I was doing, I leaned forward and took a taste.
I ran my tongue from the opening of her pussy up between her lips and over her clit. Then back down again, and I pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could. She tasted so good, like pure sex, and my cock was rock hard, straining at my pants.
Then suddenly I was standing, undoing my pants. I knew this was wrong, but at that point, nothing could have stopped me. It seemed like it was meant to be. I had one hand on her ankle, holding her leg up over my shoulder, and the other wrapped around my cock. I leaned into her, rubbing the head against her lips, which parted invitingly around me, and then I slid into her.
I could feel her pussy wrapped hotly around the length of my shaft, and I slid it back out. Then slowly back in, and quickly back out. Then I was pumping in and out of her. Her pussy seemed to contract, gripping me tightly. I looked at her one free tit moving back and forth as I fucked her. She was breathing deeply, completely unaware of what I was doing — but her body seemed to know exactly what was happening, and invited it.
There was a wet slurping sound as I continued to thrust into her, and the smell of her pussy filled the room. I was dizzy with the situation, and suddenly I realized I was about to cum. It was all I could do to reach down and grab my cock. I pulled out, but I had already spurted once inside her, despite my best efforts to hold off. My head was extremely sensitive, and I felt my hot cum on my fingers as they slid up, brushing over her clit. Realizing the damage was done, I slipped the head of my cock back into her cunt, stroking my shaft as I continued to pump my cum into her seemingly eager pussy.
When I was done, I stepped back, and looked at the mess I had left. Her discarded panties were lying on the floor, her top was tugged down over one tit, and her skirt was bunched up around her waist. My cum was everywhere. One spurt had shot upwards, running down her hip from her belly. Her pussy lips were spread apart, cum smeared across them where my hand had been rubbing as I jerked off inside her. As I watched, more cum silently dripped out of her, running over her ass and leaving a wet spot on her sheets.
Quietly, I buttoned my pants back up, and then pulled her panties back over her feet and up her legs. Again, it was tricky getting them over her hips, and when I was done, the dark blue fabric clung to her wet pussy. I did my best to straighten her clothes, and then slipped out the front door.