Rob woke early the next morning and lightly ran his fingers up and down her bare arm. He wanted to see just how deeply out of it she was. Thoughts ran through his head as he lay there watching her.
Rob shivered, his eyes glued to her open, softly panting mouth. His cock throbbed eagerly, and nervous tension built through his thighs.
"Would she even know?" he asked himself breathlessly.
It felt like a dark thought to him, completely taking advantage of this girl he didn't know, but he felt reckless, drunk on his own alcohol and lust, and on the idea that such an opportunity might never come to him again. He shifted slightly, his head near her hips, but his knees now on either side of her head. His heart hammering against his ribs, he inched himself downward until the head of his penis touched her pink lips.
She responded with only the slightest twitch, her tongue running over the tip of his dick, and a soft kissing motion as if she had swallowed. He froze, terrified she might awaken with a start and begin screaming, but she lay there, still limp, and his lust quickly overcame him again. He pressed down, but her teeth were in the way, her mouth just barely too closed. Reckless in his own heat, he shifted his weight to one arm and reached down with the other. With clumsy fingers almost too excited to respond to his direction he worked her mouth further open, quickly filling the gap with his dick. He let go of her chin tentatively, and her teeth did close against his engorged cock, but it wasn't unpleasant, and it wasn't tight - it was as if she knew she must not clamp down. He couldn't see her eyes, but he could see her arms had not moved and her body remained near comatose.
He thrust in deeper, moaning in ecstasy, pushing helplessly until he heard her gag. He eased up, but only for a moment, for the constriction of her tongue and mouth around him when she gagged drove all thought and reason from his already hormone-fried mind. He pressed in again and again, uncaring if she awoke, uncaring if she screamed, uncaring if the entire building collapsed around them - oh how the pleasure built up and consumed him. Like a snarling beast he fucked her mouth completely unable to stop himself. Within moments he seemed to expand, he ground to a halt, in as deep has he could press, his cum burst from him, sending waves of shock and pleasure through his arched body. He felt the warm liquid course through her cheeks, and force its way out over her saliva-coated lips, out the corners of her mouth.
Oh how he wanted her again. But dare he go further? She might awaken and start screaming if he did go any further. However, he began to wonder if it would make at this stage. After all he had taken her once already. What was it that kept him from pressing forward? This sex felt like a drug, it demolished whatever reason he might have had. He laid there, his dick glistening with saliva and cum; only half deflated, and watched her naked body. Her mouth worked, slowly swallowing, which caused her beautiful neck to convulse. His own hand twitched, as if to start moving, but before he could, she stirred - her hands began to move, and he froze in horny fear and indecision.
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Brittany's thoughts wouldn't obey her. It was a frustrating state for someone used to clear, concise, organized thought. She felt she should be awake, but her eyes refused to open, her ears reported only dull, fuzzy sounds, and the images in her head shifted with no regard for physics or time. It wasn't uncommon for her to have erotic dreams - she supposed they were the product of her strictly non-erotic lifestyle - but these had been so vivid, so consuming.
She was dimly aware that her body ached. Her head felt heavy and thick. Her mouth felt numb and raw. And her pussy - it felt an incongruous mix of dull ache, disappointedly empty, and thudding pleasure. In her mind she pictured herself lying on a cloud, surrounded by blue-white light, naked. She begged her arms to move, to cover her breasts, her vaginal lips, but they weren't working properly. They moved in jerky, disconnected ways as though she'd slept on them wrong. There were shapes in the clouds - beneath her, around her, but they wouldn't come into her vision.
