I saw Monica that I would have to get in her
pants someday. Problem was, of course, that she had absolutely no interest
in me whatsoever. Come to think of it there wasn’t much that attracted me to
her other than her body; nothing except perhaps the generally snotty and
superior demeanor she affected around most guys. Monica was a 19 year old
party girl, the kind whose sole existence was to snooze through the week
until Friday night. When the weekend comes, Monica would come alive,
spending every possible hour in the various nightclubs around the city. She
lived to dress to the nines, drink, dance, and generally torment as many men
as she could by flashing and grinding her incredible body.
Monica is tall, about 5’11” or so, with very long, coltish legs, a supple
ass, tiny waist. Her tight stomach is well-muscled because of all the
dancing she does, and her breasts are surprisingly large for someone as thin
as she is. A firm set of 34C cup jugs proudly jutted out from her strong
slim frame. She has blue eyes, reddish-blonde hair, and a slight frosting of
freckles across the bridge of her nose that gave her a mischievious and
innocent look. A look that was totally offset by her club attire, high heel
boots, black socks and tights that hugged her curves and left little to the
imagination. She always wore a thong to avoid panty lines and split apart
her already delicious asscheeks. The ensemble was completed by a sports bra
worn over black lace pushup bra.
Tonight was a continuation of every weekend for the group of friends I hung
out with, including Monica. Since I lived close to downtown the gang would
go out clubbing, get hammered, then crash at my place. At the time I usually
worked from out of my place on weekends doing network security checks for
large corporations, so I always begged off the night scene, although I’d
have a few beers with everyone, mostly to stare at the guys’ girlfriends.
This night however, I had something special in mind. Monica hadn’t brought
her boyfriend-of-the-week with her, so I knew I could put my plan into
effect. Instead of the normal twelve pack of beer we usually burned through,
I hauled out a bottle of twenty year old scotch I had been saving up for a
special occasion and took it upon myself to mix a few drinks in the kitchen
for everyone. The fact that I also slipped a rhinocerous sized batch of the
local extra strength insomnia remedy into each drink’then doubled the amount
in Monica’s drink just to be safe. Within half an hour everyone had either
passed out, or was in the process of it. My bud Bob and his girlfriend were
snoozing together on the couch in my living room, and Monica and John where
downstairs in the basement, Monica already asleep on the fold out bed, John
woozily wandering around and bumping things. Being the good friend I am (or
the conspiring perverted freak) I helped him upstairs and into the bathtub.
Then I went downstairs again and locked the door to my basement, even though
I knew no one would be interupting me. I switched on all the lights and had
a look at the evening’s entertainment.
Monica was sleeping soundly on her back on the foldout bed, oblivious to the
world. Her lithe body was totally relaxed as I sat beside her and gently
stroked her face. I smoothed out her blonde hair, done up in a loose bun,
and trailed my fingers down her face. She didn’t react at all as I caressed
her lips, nor when I ran my hand down her neck, across her sports bra and
cupped one of her full, heavy breasts through the tight material. I couldn’t
believe that I had this sexy 19 year old all to myself tonight, to do
anything to my sick little heart desired. I felt a little guilty and shamed
at what I was going to do, but that was something I would deal with at
another time.
It was an incredibly hot night and Monica had been sweating freely
throughout it, dancing and grinding her hot little bod against half the guy
population of the city. I could smell the raw odour of freshly dried sweat
from her warm body, mixed with perfume and the booze she had drank. This was
perfect. I wanted to experience every part of her body, live out every
fantasy and fetish I could dream of while she slept, oblvious to my abuses.
I again squeezed her breast, then kneeled beside her and began running my
hands all over her body. I stroked her flat tight tummy while rubbing her
breasts thru the sports bra, then slipped my hand between her legs, cupping
the mound of her crotch through her skintight stretch pants. Her clothes
were damp with her sweat and I bent and quickly licked her stomach, dipping
my tongue into her belly button. No response from the sleeping girl. I moved
up and kissed her on the lips, then cradled her jaw and slipped my tongue
into her mouth, tasting the scotch that had done it’s work so well. It was
time to begin.
I moved down to the end of the bed and untied Monica’s boots, slipping them
off. Her black socks were plastered against her feet with sweat from being
in the footwear while Monica danced all night long. I kneeled in front of
her and put my face against the stinking socks, inhaling Monica’s odour. The
socks were stretched tight across her toes and high arches, and the sharp
smell of sweat from the damp socks was enough to get my dick harder than it
already was. I rubbed my face against her feet savouring the odour, then
peeled one of the socks of her foot. I released my cock from my pants and
began jerking off as I held the damp sock to my nose and inhaled the smell
of the 19 year old’s foot sweat. Now it was time for the final test. I bent
over Monica’s leg and ran my tongue along her instep, carefully watching her
face for a reaction. Nothing. She didn’t even move, and that magnificent
chest was still rising and falling steadily in sleep. I again licked the
side of her foot, then underneath it, over her arch, tasting the slight salt
of her sweat, reveling in the odour of her bare foot, and it’s taste in my
mouth. I ran my tongue along her toes, tasting her foot, then sucked on each
one while furiously pulling on my cock. This itself could have been enough
for me, but I had a lot more plans.
I opened her legs and buried my face in her crotch, again inhaling the aroma
of her most intimate essence. Her skintight black stretchpants hugged her
hips and groin so tightly I could feel the slight, soft bulge of her pubic
hair through the material and I pushed my face between her legs. Her aroma
was strong, a heady musk that spoke volumes about the secrets she had been
flaunting all evening, and I opened my mouth, tasting the entire bulge of
her pubic area, surrounded by her essence.
I rolled Monica over onto her stomach and ran my hands across her rear,
anticipating the glory hidden beneath her skimpy pants. With quivering hands
(oh how long I had dreampt of this) I pulled the waist of her black stretch
pants down over the swell of her ass cheeks, exposing a black thong
separating her delicious asscheeks. I worked the pants down just past the
swell of her hips, then bent down and kissed her pale ass. I slipped a
finger beneath the thong and ran it down the crack of her bum, feeling the
heat between her asscheeks, then pulled the thong to the side. Monica’s
pretty bare rectum was on display for me, a perfect round cavity nestled
between her twin muscular buttocks. I leaned forward and tasted her delicate
rosebud, jabbing into her bottom with my tongue, swirling it around the
sleeping girl’s anus, lapping at her butthole, burying my face between her
cheeks and sucking. At this point I was going mad with lust, I needed to
penetrate this woman in some way. I covered my middle finger with saliva and
rubbed it around the tight ring of her sphincter muscle, then slipped it
into her asshole, up to the first knuckle. I didnt want Monica to wake up
sore, or to hurt her in any way; but not leaving any traces of my
perversion, in some way I could justify this violation to myself.
Once I felt her asshole unconsciously relax around my finger I worked it in
deeper, to the second knuckle, then pushed it in all the way until the
entire length of my longest finger was buried inside her asshole. I could
feel a throbbing heat around my hand as I slowly fingered her asshole, and
wondered if Monica ever let guys fuck her up the ass…but I knew if I gave
in to that desire she would certainly wake up with an unpleasant reminder of
this encounter.
I had to get off soon, and if I couldnt take her up the ass I’d find another
way to satisfy my secretest desires. I pulled my finger from her ass and
again rolled her over, then straddled her chest. I pulled off her sports bra
and black push-up bra, yanking it over her head, letting her pale white
breasts spill forth. They were definately big, a solid C cup, but she was in
such good shape that her tits barely sagged. I bent and sucked on her
nipples, holding a breast in each hand as I suckled them, surprised at the
warmth of her tits. As I sat astride her naked torso the idea came to me,
and I happily spat on her chest, then held her tits together as I slipped my
cock between them. The saliva lubricated them and I began to titfuck the
sleeping 19 year old, jacking off my cock between her firm tits as I stared
at her pretty, pouty and snobbish face.
The whole experience had worked me over pretty well and I knew I would be
blowing a load very soon. I furiously fucked my cock between her tits, then
moved my body up on her, holding her pretty face by the chin in one hand as
I jacked myself off with the other. I leaned forward as I came, aiming my
spurting cock right at Monica’s sweet face. The first jet of semen hit her
square across her cute freckled nose, then I pointed my dick right at her
lips and pumped it, ejaculating onto her chin and cheeeks. Some of my come
drooled into her open mouth, and I then slipped my cock into her sleeping
mouth, past her teeth. I felt the wet warmth of her tongue and the back of
her throat and I dumped another few jets of come into her mouth, shuddering
as I violated her.
I quickly checked to make sure she wouldnt choke on my semen, but the excess
had run out of her mouth and across her cheek, pooling in her hair and on
the pillow. I collapsed down on the bed beside her, my heart pounding from
the most erotic experience I had ever had. And yet, the night was young.
