(I once heard a story from the friend of a friend and can't verify its authenticity, but it sounds like it can be true. I have the story on audiotape, so I will write it down and let you be the judge.)
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The lights flickered, casting shadows along the wall.
I yawned, watching my large black breasts raise higher as I stretched my arms.
I was naked? How could that possibly be?
"Fuck," I muttered to myself. And then it dawned on me. What if there was someone else in the room with me?
I covered my exposed breasts with my hands then scoured my bedroom for possible male party goers leftover from last night's Halloween festivities.
A lone male slept naked over in the corner, snoring quietly. A sharper more observant glance told me that his body was elevated by the young lady passed out underneath him. She was partially naked, and still in possession of her pulled up pants. Obviously her would be lover had passed out before he'd had a chance to score.
I scanned the room further, and caught sight of my best friend Cheryl, sitting in the corner, her knees tucked up into her large white breasts. Like me, she was topless, but at least she still had on her skirt. I was butt naked.
She too was also out cold, snoring up a storm, no doubt from all the drinking I remembered her doing the night before.
A glance at the wall clock made me wince. Seven-thirty in the morning? My parents would be home by noon.
"Damn!" I spat the word out as though it were to be my very last, a vocalized spurt of distain over the fact I had foolishly allowed the party to get out of hand at my parent's mansion. I had also foolishly allowed some of the guys to bring bottles of liquor in, and had idly stood by as they spiked the punch bowls and passed out joints of chemically soaked pot.
The air was still thick with the stench of cigs and mind altering doobies.
I had promised my parents there would be no smoking and no drinking if they would only allow me to have the Halloween party at their house, only I had seriously fucked up, allowing both drinking and smoking. I had assumed wrongfully that I could handle the supervising of tipsy, high flying college students. Instead, I had made the classic mistake of getting drunk myself, and of smoking some wicked pot that was ten times as powerful as the more milder weed I was used to smoking once in a blue moon. Only the moon wasn't blue tonight, it was a bright white, and shimmering through the windows to illuminate my senseless folly. I now sighed in fear. The furniture in my parents mansion was expensive and custom made. I began to tremble, and think, 'God help me if any of their stuff is burnt or stained.'
Still, the pangs of curiosity began to play around at the edges of my mind. Why was I naked? Surely I hadn't...hadn't...I turned away the thought, and was unwilling to look down at my virgin pussy for clarification.
I could now feel that something rubbery and wet was laying on my stomach. A used condom? Surely not! I was too afraid to look! I wondered apprehensively if it might indeed be the unthinkable. If it was, then it probably meant some guy had taken advantage of my co-operating drunken, stoned state, then had sex with me and then yanked off the condom after he'd had his fun, and laid it across my tummy as his calling card.
I was supposed to be saving myself for marriage because that was what good little nineteen year old Christian virgin girls did, save themselves for Mr. Right. Only if it was a tell-tale used condom laying on my tummy, then it surely meant that my virgin days had come to an abrupt screeching halt.
I began to panic, thinking 'should I look, or shouldn't I look?'
I sighed and looked down.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" The words just sort of tumbled out of my mouth like bricks from a demolished building.
It was indeed a condom, and even scarier still, it was wet and it stank. Obviously it was filled with ripening baby making batter, but at least it was contained and harmless tucked away in the rubber reservoir, or was it?
Why was some of the sperm sitting in drops on my tummy?
I picked up the condom and examined it further.
My sharp little brown eyes suddenly picked up the glare of a flickering broken lamp and gazed in horror at the condom. It was split down the middle starting from the reservoir tip going all the way down to the rubber ring.
I sat up and looked next between my legs. There were red splotches on my thighs and a large speck of red on the sheet by my thigh. Blood! No doubt virgin blood splatter from a broken hymen! But there was something else, the drying pool of potent semen oozing from my pussy.
"Oh fuck!" I spat out angrily. Had I been that damn drunk and high on pot that I'd actually spread my virgin legs open wide for some equally drunken moron? But which drunken moron? I had invited over ten guys to the party, and some of them had brought friends. Everyone wore masks and costumes. Would I even know who the culprit was, even if I could remember some masked acquaintance humping me?
I heard the sound of a voice from across the room.
I panicked. In my haste to examine my pussy and the broken condom, I had forgotten that I wasn't alone.
My girlfriend Cheryl was muttering to herself as she began emerging from her slumber.
I glanced at the man, laying on his partially clothed date. She too was beginning to come to.
I found my blouse and skirt strewn on the floor and bent over to pick them up. Then I hastily whipped them on.
My pussy felt a little sore as I rose to my feet. More cum dripped out of me.
Obviously, the guy that had humped me senseless, had been doing it for most of the night, filling me up like some damn hose! But after he'd had his fun, he'd vanished away, leaving no trace of who it was that had actually done the honors of deflowering me.
The phone rang. My blood ran cold. My parents perhaps? Calling to let me know they'd be home a little bit early perhaps?
I checked the number. "Shit."
