I spotted her the second she stumbled into the upstairs bedroom at the party. Some random college girl, maybe twenty, with messy blonde hair and a tiny skirt that barely covered her ass. She’d been slamming shots all night, laughing too loud, and now she was gone. Passed out drunk on the bed like she didn’t have a care in the world. Door was half open. Music thumped downstairs. Nobody else around.
I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. She didn’t move. Her top had ridden up, one tit almost spilling out of her bra. Her legs were spread just enough that I could see the white cotton of her panties. I walked closer, cock already stiff in my jeans. She smelled like cheap vodka and sweat. Breathing slow and deep. Totally out.
I grabbed her ankle and gave it a shake. Nothing. “Hey,” I said, louder. Still nothing. Good. I climbed onto the bed and pushed her skirt all the way up to her waist. Those panties were damp. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and yanked them down her thighs, then off one ankle so they dangled there. Her pussy was shaved smooth and pink, lips slightly parted. I ran two fingers along her slit. Warm. Soft. No reaction.
I unzipped and pulled my cock out. Thick, hard, already leaking.
I rubbed the head against her clit a few times, then pushed the tip between her folds. She was tight even unconscious. I had to work it in slow, inch by inch, until my balls rested against her ass. Fuck, she felt good. Warm, slick, gripping me without even knowing it.
I started thrusting. Not gentle. Hard, deep strokes that made her limp body jolt on the mattress. Her tits bounced under her top. I shoved the bra up and grabbed one, squeezing hard while I fucked her. Skin slapping. Wet sounds filling the room every time I bottomed out. She stayed limp, mouth open, drooling a little on the pillow. I leaned down and licked her neck, tasting salt and alcohol.
I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up so her ass was in the air, and slammed back inside. Deeper this way. Her cheek pressed into the sheets, hair covering her face. I reached under and rubbed her clit while I pounded her, feeling her pussy flutter around me even though she was out cold. I slapped her ass once, twice, watching the red handprint bloom. She didn’t wake.
My balls tightened. I pulled out, flipped her back over, and straddled her chest. Grabbed her jaw and pushed my cock between her slack lips. Fucked her mouth slow and deep, hitting the back of her throat. Spit ran down her chin. I held her head with both hands and used her face until I was right on the edge, then pulled out and painted her tits and stomach with thick ropes of cum. It splattered across her skin, dripped into her navel.
I wasn’t done. I pushed back inside her pussy, using my own cum as lube, and fucked her again, slower this time, grinding deep while I played with her clit. Her body responded on its own, hips twitching, pussy getting wetter. I came a second time inside her, flooding her cunt until it leaked out around my shaft.
After I pulled out I left her like that. Skirt up, panties dangling, cum drying on her skin and leaking from her used hole. I wiped my cock on her thigh, zipped up, and walked out, leaving the door cracked so anyone else who wandered by could see what they were getting. She stayed passed out drunk, exactly where I left her.
