Party in Her Pants

I hated parties. The people, the music, the booze. Nothing about them appealed to me. I wouldn't have been there if she didn't invite me. It was her party after all. By 2:00am, the combination of booze and whatever else had left me the only one standing in a sea of sleeping bodies, and nothing I did would rouse them. It was that realization that led me to what I did next. I couldn't help myself.

I climbed the stairs and opened the door to my prize. The hostess of this house party, Michelle, lying beside her newlywed husband. The sight of them sleeping together left me in a jealous rage. I had spent my entire college career pining for her, being kept at arm's length because she had a boyfriend. Years later I find out that she got married, and it wasn't even to the same guy. That's what angered me most, that I had been passed over as a potential love interest.

Our clothes lay in a pile at the foot of her bed, intermingled as we would soon be. I crawled up the length of her body till I reached her pussy. No sign he had touched her tonight. Good. So for tonight she would be all mine. I kissed her. Once. Twice. Then I let my tongue dive between the folds, tasting her forbidden flavors. Her body responded by readying itself for penetration, providing me more of her to drink. When I had my fill, I crawled the rest of the way up her body.

Beautiful. Every inch of her was flawless in my eyes. Natural girl next door looks complimented with long brown hair, and perky C cup breasts that would soon be bouncing in rhythm to my thrusts.

I focused on her face. I hadn't been paying attention to whether she was going to wake up or not while I was eating her pussy. I was too engrossed in enjoying her to care, but now I would watch her. I would take note of every facial inflection she made. It wasn't out of caution. I wanted to remember every look on her face as I took what I had wanted for the past ten years. Every face that she'd never show me otherwise.

I entered her slowly. I could feel her stretch at my descent. It made me wonder how much her husband lacked compared to me, and happy that I was reaching depths he never would. Her face was a mix of anguish and rapture as I took her. Her body knew what was happening but her unconscious mind didn't know whether to fight or enjoy it. I'd teach her which one to pick.

"I'm home Michelle," I whispered as I bottomed out inside her.

I kissed her open mouth, letting her taste her juices lingering on my lips. I rocked my hips. Slowly at first, picking up the pace as the tightness of her pussy fought me. Harder. Faster. I was doing it. If nothing else, I'd have this one night.

Before long I could feel her arms and legs begin to circle me in a sleepy embrace. The sounds of moans and gasps could be heard escaping her lips. She was close, and so was I. I edged myself as I begged her to finish.

"Cum for me Michelle. Cum with me."

Then it happened. Michelle let out a quiet, shrill, whine as her pussy milked me to completion. She was cumming, and it was all because of me. I came with her, deep inside, bathing in the sight of Michelle's O face. Beautiful.

When I was done, I admired my handywork. Michelle was sprawled out with a sheen of sweat decorating her body, and a river of cum leaking from inside her. Her husband was still sleeping, oblivious to what had happened. That bastard. He'd get to spend a lifetime with her, while all I would get is one night. Well the night wasn't over yet. I grabbed my phone. A few more times wouldn't hurt.

A night of drunken love making without protection. That's what Michelle had summed up what happened as she gushed to me, and our mutual friends, about the future addition to her family. It was four months later and Michelle was still as flawless as ever, more so with my child swelling inside her. How long till her husband noticed the child's lack of family resemblance to him? I couldn't wait. Best party ever.