It was yet another of those strange nights that Allan
was so good at getting me into. This particular night,
it was me and Allan, Chuck, Mike, Sandy, and Linda.
Linda was under age, but was staying the night with
Sandy, so we had to bring her along. We had been to
Doc Hollidays before, but usually it was me and Allan,
sometimes with Sandy, or me and Chuck. Never before as
a group. We managed to get Linda in without any
problem by slipping her through in the middle of the
pack. We got a table at the edge of the dance floor
and ordered a couple of pitchers of beer.
When they closed, we all ended up back at Mike’s
place, which was in a triplex shared by myself, Mike,
and Connie. Mike’s place was in the middle. It was
about four AM when everybody had finally filtered out.
I had spent most of that time outside talking to
Leslie and getting to know her better. I set up a date
with her for the following Tuesday night to go to the
Rhinestone with me. I don’t know when Sandy and Allen
left,
When Leslie had gone, I went into Mike’s apartment to
see who was still around. Everybody had been in Mike’s
place drinking all the time I was outside with Leslie.
I was pretty much sober by this time. When I walked
in, I saw Linda passed out on Mike’s couch, in a
sitting position no less. I made a quick tour of the
place, and found no one else. I figured that Sandy and
Allen had gone home and couldn’t wake Linda up enough
to make it up the hill and didn’t want to try to carry
her, so they left her there. I looked out in the back
yard and saw Mike about halfway down the hill in the
backyard passed out on the grass. I figured it was
time for me to head home and get some sleep too. I
thought about bringing Mike inside, but then just said
the hell with it. It was warm and dry, so I decided to
just leave him there.
I went back into the living room heading for the
front door and looked at Linda sitting on the couch.
She was really out of it. I guess being underage she
really wasn’t accustomed to drinking, and she had been
drinking pretty steadily for at about eight or ten
hours. She would be in rough condition that afternoon
when she woke up. I started to walk on by, but paused
for a moment. I decided that a little feel here and
there wouldn’t hurt anything, so I went over and sat
on the couch next to her. I reached over and unsnapped
the first two snaps of her cowboy shirt and put my
hand inside, feeling her tit through her bra. It was
nice sized, and easily overflowed my palm. With a
little effort, I was able to get my hand inside her
bra enough to reach her nipple with my fingertips. It
was small and firm, and stiffened noticeably when I
rubbed it between my fingertips. I took my hand away
and fastened her shirt again.
I dropped my hand to her lap and placed it on her
crotch. I could feel her warmth even through the cloth
of her jeans and panties. Her jeans were tight enough
that I could almost make out the outline of her slit.
I rubbed her there as best I could, but her position
and tight clothing didn’t allow much latitude. I
thought about opening her jeans, but her position
would make that difficult, and I was not sure how much
access that would give me since they were so tight.
Besides, I’d never be able to get them fastened again.
I was to the point that I either had to give up or
make some drastic action. Being a bit muddle headed
from all the drinking, but still sober enough to act,
I picked her up and carried her to Mike’s bedroom and
laid her down on the bed. The bed had not been made,
so the sheet was uncovered, and the blanket and
bedspread were on the floor. Once I had her there, I
took her boots off (with some difficulty, I might
add….). If that wasn’t enough to wake her up,
nothing would be.
I unsnapped the snaps on her shirt one by one until
they were all opened, then managed to get her shirt
off of her by taking one arm out of the sleeve, and
rolling her on her side to get the other one out.
While she was on her side, I unsnapped her bra, then
rolled her onto her back again. It was a simple matter
then to remove her bra completely. I only paused long
enough to take a quick look before moving to her
jeans. Getting the belt loose was easy, but unsnapping
them wasn’t. Getting the zipper down was no easy trick
in itself. Once all that was done, they were loose
enough that I was able to get them down and off pretty
easily. She was now down to only her panties, which
were removed very quickly.
There was just enough light coming in through the
window to give me a good view. She was built better
than I had thought. My hands and fingers explored her
body, lingering more in some places than in others. I
opened her legs wide to give me access and began to
slowly manipulate her clit. She made no physical
reaction other than to moisten up her hole, and she
made not a single sound. I slipped my finger inside
her pussy and began to finger fuck her, gently at
first, then more insistently. My dick was amazingly
hard, and I knew I had to fuck her. I turned my
attention away from her for a moment, long enough to
unfasten my pants, then I joined her on the bed. I got
into position immediately, and guided my rock hard
dick to her opening. Surprisingly, I slid in easily,
up to my nuts on the first stroke.
Her pussy was firm. Not overly tight, yet not loose,
either. I think she had the potential to be a really
fantastic fuck if she was involved in it. Right now,
though, she was just a dead fuck. Still, I didn’t
care. I was horny enough for the both of us, so her
involvement (or lack thereof) really didn’t matter. I
was just basically using her pussy to jack off with.
Since I didn’t have to worry about whether she came
or not, I concentrated on satisfying myself. When I
started to come in her, it was long and hard, and
amazingly intense. I literally flooded her pussy with
sperm, completely emptying my nuts deep inside her
pussy. When I had finished, she was far to wet and
sloppy for me to even be able to keep my dick inside
her. I got up and fastened my pants again, then looked
down at her.
My sperm was overflowing out of her pussy and
gathering in a puddle on the sheet between her legs.
It was only then that I began to think about what to
do next. There was no way I could dress her again,
even if I wanted to. If I left her there nude, she was
sure to question it, and what if she woke up and found
herself lying in a puddle of sperm? Surely she would
know that she had been fucked. I had no answers and
was too tired to worry about it anyway. I covered her
up with a sheet and went home to my apartment and to
bed.
It was almost noon when I woke up, and it was late
afternoon before Sandy, Allan, and Linda came down to
my place. Just seeing Linda again made me horny,
knowing that my sperm was still inside her pussy. She
said nothing about the night before, and as far as I
know she never did. I guess she might have suspected
who had fucked her, but even if she did there was no
way for her to know. It was even possible that she
never realized that she had been fucked, but somehow I
doubted that.
