I woke gently from my sleep, clawing my way through the fog that clouded my mind, my body slowly registering the dryness of my mouth, the dull aches that encompassed my body. The room was dark save for a sliver of light from the street lamp that had managed to find a crack in the curtains. It was warm and still; disturbed only by the deep breathing of the other occupant of the bed; deep, heavy, distinctly male. As I tried to sit up my body cried out, my head spinning sickeningly, forcing me to fall back, disturbing the bed and eliciting a small mutter from the guy lying next to me.
I know the voice and the sudden realization that I'm naked in a bed, lying next to Carl, makes my stomach lurch; what the fuck happened? I close my eyes, trying to quell the panic that is surging through my chest, making my heart beat a hundred miles an hour; and it all comes back to me; slowly at first, as it is drudged up from the murkiness of my thoughts, and then in a rush, so hard and so fast it feels like my head is going to explode.
I remember stumbling into our room at some point in the night, naked and exhausted, my body aching and my head spinning from all the drugs and booze. The bed had seemed to call to me and I'd gladly flopped down onto it; lying on the edge, my feet on the floor; and that's how I'd stayed for who knows how long; the shadows dancing around and mocking me, seeming to laugh out loud at my sorry state, taking great pleasure in the knowledge that I was too weak to move.
I wanted sleep, I needed it even, but my heart was beating to fast from the ecstasy, my skin tingling, my mouth dry. I remembered someone coming in, small and dark in the doorway, speaking to me softly, holding my head up gently as water trickled down my throat. Small, soft hands, a woman...but it wasn't you. Who was it? It was just you, Carl and I in the house, wasn't it? I'd tried to ask but I couldn't remember the reply. I just wanted to sleep but I couldn't, she wouldn't leave, she kept talking. I tried to tell her I couldn't understand her but my mouth wouldn't do anything more than mutter stupidly.
Then I felt her hands on my stomach, nails digging in gently, raking down over my hips, along the outside of my thighs; her hair gently tickling the inside of them, hot breath on my balls. It was torturous ecstasy, my skin tingling and jumping at every touch. I tried to tell her no, shook my head vehemently but she either never heard or just didn't care as she took my limp cock in her mouth and began sucking.
She toyed with my balls and dug her nails into my thigh as she sucked, running her teeth roughly over my head. Sensations of excruciating pain and exquisite pleasure raked through me. I didn't want it, I tried to move, tried to cry out but it did nothing to deter her and slowly I felt myself getting thicker in her mouth, heavier as blood raced into my cock. She let me slip out her mouth then but instead of leaving began to roughly jerk it up and down, from side to side, the skin pulling and stretching from the friction; taking my balls into her mouth and sucking savagely.
I wanted to cry out but my breath caught in my throat; I was sure she was going to break my cock, it bent and bounced under her attention, sending a shooting pain to the very base of my spine. A tear trickled down my cheek in frustration and pain but she didn't seem to care, biting down on my balls if I made too much noise; and then, at the very moment I thought my cock could take no more and would break, she stopped, letting it fall, hot, full and raw onto my stomach.
I thought she was leaving as she got up but it was not to be and I felt her take my cock in hand again; but as I whimpered in submission I felt her guide it to her hole and sit down on it firmly; a little sigh escaping her mouth as it eased into her.
I don't remember much more than that she was facing away from me, hands on my knees, nails digging into my skin as she bounced up and down on my cock; occasionally stopping to grind herself in little circles on it. She was small and pale; the little light there was giving me no-more detail than that. The room was filled with her grunts and moans, my attempts to say no and the slapping of flesh, the indicator that my declarations were not successful.
I remember the creak of the door seeming to shatter the relative silence of the room, a dark silhouette standing there, talking to my violator, no indication given, that they were concerned with my plight. I remember the door closing again, soft footfalls on the carpet and soon the grunts and moans dying down to an almost incomprehensible muffled muttering.
The fucking hadn't stopped though; instead my violator had released my knees and was leaning forward, the new angle giving her increased leverage to slam down onto my cock with renewed and increased power. My cock slid in and out of her with ease, a wet slapping accompanying every bounce. She was falling onto it so hard and so fast it began bending about a third of the way up, each thrust causing agonizing pain at the bend only for it to be soothed over by the warm, wet, silky sheath of her cunt.
I remember lifting my head up weakly, trying to will myself up, but to no avail. It was as if everything below my neck was encased in lead, unyielding and dead. I caught sight of a dark silhouette against the backdrop of the curtains, the lit end of a cigarette glowing gently in the blackness. He had a hand in her hair, seeming to guide his hips in and out of her mouth gently as she held onto his thighs.
He was talking to her in between puffs, his voice deep, sonorous, strangely hypnotic. He seemed to egg her on, encouraging her to bounce harder upon my cock, cooing and cajoling, whipping her into a frenzy. My cock glistened in the moonlight, a thick oily sheen coating its entire length, as it repeatedly disappeared into her sopping wet cunt. Her ass was red from where it slammed into my thighs, a notable contrast to the milky white paleness of the rest of her ass and lower back, even in the relative darkness of the room.
By now the tears were rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably in frustration at my inability to stop this violation. He must have noticed them glistening in the light because I heard him laugh and tell her. The bitch seemed spurred on by this, her bouncing and slamming becoming savage and erratic; obviously bouncing so hard that his cock fell out her mouth; her cries of savage joy as her orgasm hit reverberating through the room, loud enough to wake the entire house I thought. She ground down onto me, her pussy clenching and quivering, my cock stuck in her at a painful angle but she didn't seem to notice; instead arching her back as the waves of her orgasm washed through her.
