It’s late. Everyone from the party has gone home. I let the last one out the door with a staggered wave and a “thanks for coming.” Closing the front door, I look about the place. Cups everywhere, bottles lying around, plates scattered. I make a quick note to take care of this tomorrow.

Scanning the room a final time, I wonder where you’ve gone. Last I saw you, you were trading shots with someone you knew better than I. Before I could join you, another guest, talking incoherently, diverted my attention.

Making my way down the hall, I see a light on in the bedroom. Pushing the door open, I spot you. Lying unconscious, in an awkward position on the bed, sleeping very heavily. I grin and shake my head. It had been a while since you last drank so much and you are a stiff drinker. I think back to the scene of you doing shots, and it’s apparent why you’re in such shape. Smiling, I approach the bed set to tuck you in.

I don’t know why, or even how it hits, but once I get into the bed, my intentions quickly change. I purse my lips in thought. The party, the drinking, the heat, the vibrant bodies standing near each other, wearing scant clothing…the thought of it all suddenly sends a wave of warmth up my body, and my penis becomes instantly erect.

I crawl up the bed and lie quietly next to you. I leaned in to kiss your neck softly, my fingers stroking your arm, up and down, in hopes to get your attention and in even more hopes that you will reciprocate my advances.

But you lie still. You don’t move at all.

Again, I try, pushing a little more firmly with my lips and fingers. Still nothing.

I sigh.

Looking down at your prone body, I see your hand lying softly on your side. Questioning my drunken judgment even as I move, I slowly unzip my pants and push them down enough just to pull my penis out. Moving carefully around you, I pull your arm by the wrist, watching your face for any change or movement. Your fingers are loose, and I open them and wrapped them around my hard dick. I began stroking it, using your hand, getting a strange satisfaction out of it.

My body continues it’s quiet rush. It wants more. After a few more strokes with your limp hand, I rest it back on your body. Grabbing your shoulder lightly, I turn you to your back. Your breath is heavy and deep. The dress you’re wearing is thin; I always like you in this one. It reminds me of the time we had sex in the first class cabin on our way to the islands. You wrapped us in a blanket, making it look like we were comfortably resting together. Only when the cabin was clear did I move inside of you, thrusting up your dress, underwear pushed aside.

My hands at your supple legs, I raise your skirt to your stomach. You either never put any underwear on tonight, or you’ve lost them at some point. I smile. Lowering my pants a little more, slowly enough not to disturb you, I lean over your body. Positioning my dick just right, I push in.

Your body jumps a little, your breathing quickening. Your head shakes and your hands move to your eyes as I began pushing into you more and more. Rubbing your eyes, you open them, startled at first in your dazed state. Holding you tight, I keep moving. When you finally focus, you make a few noises before simply asking,

“Oh my God, were you fucking me in my sleep?”

A simple smile from my lips is my answer. You almost seem to roll your eyes, but I can hear the sounds of pleasure coming from your lips. My body is red hot and it’s taking over.

I lower my hands to lift your dress higher, but you stop me for some reason. You peer up at me, almost with a cocky grin. You always like to be in control when we fuck, and even in your current state, things are no different. I simply grin back at you in the same coy way.

Pulling my hands from yours, I bring them up to the neck line of the dress and pull in separate directions, ripping it down the middle, exposing your breasts, and a shocked look on your face. Shocked, but not mad. Your face turns a beat red and your smile lengthens. I feel you move under me as I finish tearing the dress off of you and throw it somewhere behind me.

As I thrust, you follow with movements of your own. After a few moments of this, I stop all together as you continue to gyrate in circles under me.

I grab you by your waist and turn us both over, landing you on top of me. I slip out of you in the transition, and I hear a whine from you before you grab hold of my cock, forcing it back into you with a hissing breath. Holding your waist, I relish in how you rock on my pelvis.

My hands move up and down your body as you quicken your pace. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of your pussy surrounding me. Your hands go to your breasts and you look into my eyes. Rubbing your tits, you raise one breast upwards and suck it a bit before licking it with a heavy moan.

I sit up and you keep your rhythm as I circle my arms tight around you, my mouth reaching for your breasts, my hands traveling up and down your back. Then I grip your shoulders and push you down, feeling my penis dig deeper inside you, your moans growing louder as I search for the end of your wet pussy.

In between sounds, you say, “Get behind me…I…want you…to claim this pussy.”

Lifting you off of me, I kneel down as you fall to all fours; your breathing is still staggered. Easily making my way inside your moist body, I grasp the sides of your ass to immediately give you your request, lunging deep into you. You holler out once, twice, three times. With every thrust, your body awakens a little bit more to the throbbing pleasure of me deep inside of you, pressing the back of you. My body’s pleasure rises and my blood feels like it’s boiling. I’m close and now I’m taking control again. I pull out, and when you turn to see what I’m doing, I catch your head in my hands plunge my dick into your mouth. You let out a quick, muffled gasp of surprise, but soon you are moaning. Your sounds vibrate off of me and I brace your head as I fuck your mouth, my dick going deeper and deeper into it. You pull back only enough to say, “Yeah baby. Do it. Do it”

Taking my dick into your mouth again, you suck even harder and I can feel myself start to shake. Your mouth pulls back and your tongue licks the tip, and then you swallow me once more.

My body is near convulsions as you continue to jerk on it. The surge hits fast and my hands grip your hair as I come. I groan in pleasure as you grin up at me.

“You’re not done yet,” you say.

Forcing me on my back again, you take my wet penis and push it back into you. I make a few stuttering sounds as the whole thing is sensitive, but you force my shoulders down.

“I was pleasantly sleeping and you take me while I’m unconscious? You are going to make me come.”

You begin rocking again on my pelvis, taking my dick into you as you see fit, my sounds not deterring you at all. Your moans begin again as your movements increase, and you start to push me all over the bed. I look for sheets to grip on to, as your rocking becomes a bounce. Using the springs of the mattress, you bounce off of my dick, forcing it into you deeper each time. Your hands drop to my chest as you dig into it with your nails.

“Don’t just lay there. Fuck me!”

Putting my hands on your waist and lower back, I thrust as you drop, feeling the back of your body again as you scream with each pierce.

“Taste my come like I did yours.”

You slide off and wriggle your way up my body, placing your thighs against my mouth.

“Lick that pussy. Eat it”

My tongue juts out, my hands separating them as I find your clit and wiggle my mouth around it. I lick on it, tasting you, and stopping every few strokes to suck on it and bite lightly, sending your body shaking. With each lick, I feel your body quiver, your hands grab at yourself, your voice calling out. With each nibble I feel you tense until you simply stop moving all together. I flick my tongue faster, getting every bit of you. After a long, few seconds, I feel you convulse and relax, the intensity leaving in a long groan and deep breaths. Doing as ordered, I feel your juices on my mouth. You taste amazing.

When we fall asleep together, I whisper into your ear. “We should have parties like this more often.”


Originally published July 2009